#tasm wallpaper

[fictionaltrvlr]

𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙨𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣

cutout credits

[iamthejam]

did this cause i'm obsessed with andrew

[sincericida]

4K Shots of "The Amazing Spider-Man 2: Rise Of Electro" (2014, dir. Mark Webb).

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[heylolita00]

Andrew Garfield

[marieandersoneq]

The Amazing Spider-Man

[waternilly]

I am oh so happy with my new desktop lockscreen

[the-kr8tor]

Reporting for duty Captain!

A tasm Peter Parker request for a shy reader who likes Peter but backs out when she wants to talk to him or- OR, (more like and) a reader with w rizz who's known Peter since forever and ever. Who has the same interest in photography as he does?? Works in a photo store??

Cook chef!

*gasp* a peter parker request?! Got you, my love 🫡 happy to oblige.

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x fem! Reader/ TASM! Spider-Man x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Love struck Peter, Fluff.

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Peter doesn't need to ask around campus for you, he already knows where you are, a perk of knowing you since grade school. He evens his breathing when he finally reaches the worn out doors.

The bells jingle as he enters the old store, yellowed wallpaper greeting him and drab shelves lined with rolls of films, the vintage cameras make up for the boringness of the gray shelves. Ancient posters of movies lined the walls, a time capsule of the early eighties. It's silent inside, no other customer than him.

His sneakers squeak on the linoleum as he walks towards the cashier, expecting to see your smile, your hands occupied with whatever book you're currently (hating) reading. He finds it empty.

Peter's spidey senses don't tingle so he can relax knowing that you're in the back of the store. He jumps over the counter effortlessly thanks to his abilities. Knocking on the door, he hears the muffled sound of your speaker.

“Y/N?”

“In here, Pete—! Wait!!” With a creak, Peter opens the door without skipping a beat. The light from the store filters through the dark room, white covering and filtering out all the red. “No! Close it quick!”

“Oh shit!” He shuts it quickly behind him, too fast and harder than he thought, the wood almost cracks at the sheer force. Wincing, you both mirror each other's expression.

“Pete…” you sigh, closing the distance to check the door, you can't afford to lose a chunk of your paycheck for repairs. But you don't blame him, it's hard to stay mad at Peter especially when he's looking so apologetic at you, almost like a kicked puppy. “You got too excited to see me huh?”

He shuts his eyes with a smile, head falling down, chin atop his chest. He looks exasperated but he did it to hide the blush on his cheeks, hoping that if you manage to glimpse it you'd think it's from the red light.

This won't do, you thought. You missed him too much today just for him to hide his face from you. To remedy the feeling, you grasp his cheek, thumb gently placed right under his eye.

“There you are webhead,” your voice is saccharine, the ruby light bouncing off your face, illuminating your features perfectly. Peter thought he'd melt right on the spot. “Missed me?” In truth, you're the one who misses him most.

He wants to say yes without a second thought but knowing you, you're already aware of his answer. Even though you refuse to acknowledge it. Under all the teasing exterior there's shyness underneath it all, with just one flirty comment thrown your way you'd probably collapse.

Peter finally meets your smiling eyes and for a moment you're the only thing that matters.

With classes and spiderman responsibilities, hanging out with you has been scarce, he needed a fix right away, that's why he came sprinting towards the store immediately after a three hour class and after swinging across town to your favorite deli with his wind swept hair and shirt that definitely needs ironing.

“Not really.” A lie, an awful lie on his part.

“Aww,” you dramatically clutch at your chest, hand leaving his skin to his dismay. “Hear that? You just broke my heart, Parker.”

“D’you even have one?”

“Hey!” You playfully punch his shoulder. “You're the one who ruined my pictures.”

His eyes flick towards the clothesline filled with pictures that just screams ‘you.’ “I can see from here that they're not ruined.”

You click your tongue, hands on your hips, you walk back towards the table. “What are you doing here then, webhead?” Lowering the volume of your speaker, you decide to shut it off when his voice is a much better alternative.

“I feel like I should be offended by that.” Peter stands beside you, hip to hip, arm brushing along yours.

Placing his hand on the small of your back casually, he loops his thumb around your belt loop, pressing softly on your skin. He's done this a hundred times during your friendship but it never fails to wake up the butterflies in your stomach.

“I've called you that numerous times.” Holding the tongs, you carefully place the developed photo in the chemical mixture in the basin, eyes watching the picture pop up slowly.

“Stop being mean, I've come bearing gifts from the deli you like.” His voice is quiet, soft just for you.

“The one that's on the upper west side? Peter, that's really far away.”

“I don't mind, that's what web swinging is for right?”

You scrunch up your nose, Peter has the best seat in the house while he admires your expression.

“And here I thought it was for fighting crime.” You chuckle, pushing the paper further down in the basin. His deep chuckle stops abruptly at the sight in front of him.

Peter's own smiling face greets him and your charisma cracks.

“Oh” you manage to let out with your dry mouth.

You can hear him shudder a breath next to you. The picture is framed perfectly, his face centered in the middle amongst the crowd, zoomed in more like. You clearly avoided having other people in the frame, your main subject was him and him alone.

“...Good picture.” He slaps himself mentally.

“Yep, one of my best, I think.” You say quietly, too quietly. Clearing your throat, you avoid his eyes, “why don't you ready the food? Outside, please?”

Peter shakes himself awake. His skin feels like lava, there's a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Hands clammy, he nods wordlessly. He awkwardly pats your back before leaving your side.

Walking towards the exit, your back turned towards him, shoulders slouched and tensed. He turns towards you before exiting, “looks like you missed me more, sweetheart.” He's called you that millions of times, all filled with more affection than the last but this one, oh this one he added with so much love that it could stop your heart.

And you think it has.

Peter hears you squeak, a sound he hasn't heard you make since high school when he asked you to dance during the winter formal.

You whirl around, catching sight of his Parker smile, charm oozing out of him that's already gone before you could admire him in the crimson light.

He leaves, shutting the door quickly. Laying his sweaty forehead on the door, he tightly closes his eyes again, feeling like a lightning just struck him and adrenaline coursing through his veins, needing to swing off the extra energy.

Blowing hot air, he takes his clammy hands off the doorknob to take out the food he bought, grinning through it like a mad man.

Meanwhile, you clutch the table with a grip, heart threatening to jump out of your chest, heat in your cheeks as the photo of Peter smiles at you.

Laughing to yourself, you take out his picture to clip it on the clothesline next to the other pictures. You have no idea what to say to him once you leave the room, or do you just stay in the dark room forever? Either way, you're absolutely fucked.

[rona-yoo]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0,510 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Wishing alone won't change anything because there are things you can't influence. It wasn't you, and it never will be you, and that's what hurts the most. He's with you now, but that's just a distraction for himself, and you're only agreeing to it because it's the only way you can feel what you want to be with him. Even if it's just for a moment. 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Friends with benefits, angst, brief description of sex, unrequited feelings. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I really wanted to participate in the kinktober, but I eventually realized that I just couldn't fit in the time frame. I was sick the whole first week of October, so it was a long shot from the start. But now that I've started, I'm going to post fics at my own pace. I hope you'll like these works, enjoy reading them! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐩). 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

The clutter on Peter's desk, including the keyboard, is pushed aside so that you have a place to sit, at least on the edge. Aunt May is in the house, so even though you've closed the door, you two try to be as quiet as possible. You don't look at each other; his face is somewhere in the curve of your neck, trying to avoid eye contact with you. You lean your head back, biting your lips. Peter's hands rest on your bare waist, pulling you closer to him as he pushes into you with measured thrusts. You love the way he's holding you and how gentle he's being with you, but you know that none of this is meant for you. 

Aunt May likes you; Uncle Ben likes you. You've been at their house so often that you've been offered to leave some of your things there so that you don't have to 'carry them with you every time'. You have such a close relationship with them that you think of them as your family, just as they do you. 

Peter exhales into your neck, squeezing your waist tighter. You want to move the hand you're holding on to the edge of the table a little, but in the process you hit the keyboard. This causes the computer screen to light up, and you open your eyes to look at the desktop. On the wallpaper where the picture of you, Peter, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May used to be, now a beautiful blond girl. 

You thought Peter liked you, too. But it seems that you just wanted to believe he was, and you've been delusional about it for too long. And you still do, because just thinking about it hurts so much. 

A notification pops up on Peter's phone. He stops immediately and quickly looks at the screen. In the same second, he pulls out of you and starts to put his pants back on. It's not the first time this has happened, so you swallow the 'what's wrong?' question, just as 'is that her?' and remain silent, because you know the answers to them. 

Peter still doesn't look at you. You don't even get a brief glance. Even so, when he's about to walk out the door, you speak to him.

"Just be careful, okay?"

He freezes for a moment, but it doesn't stop him. You hear Aunt May on the first floor asking where he's going and why he's leaving you alone to finish the project you're supposed to be doing together. 

But that's not the only thing that hurts. You're sure she knows. She knows who Peter is and what he does, and she knows it because he told her. You found out by accident, but you didn't show any sign, expecting him to explain it to you when the time came. After all, you're the closest people to each other. But he hasn't done it until now, and you don't know if he will.

It seems that you were really delusional. And you still are. 

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: none.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫/𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

© 𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐤𝐨-𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐨 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

[freezeher-moved]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what’s your phone wallpaper : i have it so that it changes hourly but it's either my dogs & cat, tasm spider-man / peter parker, the crow, eddie munson, an amazing commission of me & some of my comfort chatacters a friend got for me, orrrr some aesthetic images i rlly like

last song you listened to : ummmmmm rebel yell by billy idol

currently reading : anne of green gables & house of leaves

last movie : he never dies

last show : looking for alaska

what are you wearing right now : black leggings, black socks & a dope edward scissorhands tee

how tall are you? : 5'4"

piercings / tattoos? : just my earlobes for now but i'd like a septum piercing & a few tattoos in the future

glasses ? contacts? : glasses. they're brown tortoise shell

last thing you ate? : grilled cheese sandwich from starbucks

favorite color(s) : sage green, maroon, mustard yellow, & rust orange . like the gay that i am

current obsession : probably totk....and ethel cain dkfndg

do you have a crush right now? : nah

favorite fictional character : if i had to pick just one........oh god.....oh jeez......eric draven from the crow

last place you traveled : florida to visit my grandparents. we had a fun time

tagged by: @knghtlock ily <3

tagging: anyone who wants to !

[natashowlet]

No way home lockscreens

Like if you save <3

Please don’t repost

[auryn-kotori]

Peter & Gwen

[bluesherbet]

Andrew Garfield Wallpaper 28/?

[sincericida]

I leave you some lockscreen/wallpapers of TASM Spider-Man, from "The Amazing Spider-Man" (2012 - 2014, dir Mark Webb) ✌🏽😉

[scorpiomother]

peter parker(s), my beloved (by me xoxo)

p.s fanfic about peter parker number three here (also by me)

[parkershows]

andrew garfield icons pt5

• don't repost

[shironezuninja]

Damn, the spoiler screenshots on Pinterest. Seeing Peter Quill take Spider-Man hostage just proves how much I trust my intuition when I added Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 to my Marvel movie watchlist.