i love peter's face

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Peter Cushing + That sexy neck thing he always does after getting choked out

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doctor who | series 9

“Let’s find out. Let’s do it like we’ve done everything else… Together. “

i was taking screen caps from the ‘film by peter parker’ video that came out to make icons and i think this is my favorite one

Horror

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested by @spiderzenslaya

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Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Peter, Y/N, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Vision, Sam, Wanda.

Clint: Anyone up to watching a horror movie?

Natasha: Your face is a horror movie.

Natasha: And yes, I’d love to see a horror movie.

Clint: Awww I didn’t know you love seeing my face ;)

Peter: I’m in, if Y/N’s in.

Y/N: I’m in if Peter’s.

Peter: oh no

Peter: my message delivered first!

Y/N: dammit!

Y/N: Decide!

Peter: No, you decide!

Y/N: Do you want to watch a horror movie or not?!

Peter: Only if you’re there!

Steve: Oh for crying out loud, I order both of you to watch the damn movie.

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Different Ways to Say “I love you”

Peter and you had been seeing each other for quite some time – longer than he had imagined you staying with him, anyway. Five months of his life had been dedicated to you, romantically. Peter would never tell you, but he had dedicated his life to you since your first day at Midtown High. You had met Ned in one of your classes and he had convinced you to join the decathlon on your first day. Peter had owed him ever since that day.

It was hard for Peter to ask you out – hell, it had taken him a year to even tell you that you were pretty. So, it didn’t come to a surprise to him when he found himself too terrified to tell you how deeply he felt for you. He loved you – he loved the way you were smarter than him (you knew that, but you never made him feel insignificant), he loved that when you wanted to hold his hand you’d walk next to him and let your hands brush first (you’d start tapping his fingers with yours until eventually your hand engulfed his completely), he loved how when you found out he was Spider-Man you weren’t mad that he kept it from you (“I get why you couldn’t tell me – you have to promise me you’re going to come back… you have to come back to me.” “You’re the only reason I’ll always come back… a-and Aunt May, obviously.”). He loved you – he knew he did. He had tried to tell you so many times. But, what he didn’t know was that he had already told you he loved you – in so many different ways.


“You got me this?” Peter nodded at you. “You were in Berlin – fighting alongside the Avenger’s… and you found time to get me something?” Peter couldn’t fight the blush on his face even if he tried.

“I-It’s not a big deal. I saw it in the window. I don’t know, I just – it reminded me of you.” You smiled, leaning in to peck him.

“I love it.”


“Ugh, Pete,” you whined, your eyes welling up with tears. “It’s broken.” You held up the charm bracelet that Peter had given you for your birthday. “I’m so sorry,” a couple of tears had fallen and Peter was quick to reach up and brush them away.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “it’s just a bracelet, it’s okay.” You shook your head.

“I loved this gift – it’s my favorite bracelet.” Peter’s heart beat a little faster.

Come here,” he whispered, “come on. Let me fix it.” And he was relieved to see the smile on your face as you made your way to him.


“I’m glad you came tonight, Peter.” You nudged him as you walked out of Liz’s house together, side-by-side.

“I am, too.” He smiled softly at you, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as you both fell into a comfortable silence. It was a cool night in New York and as Peter saw you wrap your arms around yourself he registered you had forgotten to bring a jacket. He automatically pulled his sweater over his head, straightening out his shirt. “Here,” he handed you his sweater. You shook your head.

“Peter, no. It’s fine, I’m fine.” He gave you a pointed look.

Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” You reluctantly took the jacket and pulled it over yourself, feeling his scent overwhelm you and a smile ghosting on your face.

“Thank you, Peter.” You linked your arms together and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek. Smiling when he turned red and mumbled a small ‘anytime’.


“I’m sorry that I’m ruining our date night, Peter.” Peter shook his head until he remembered you couldn’t see him over the phone.

“You’re not ruining anything, babe,” he said, packing up his backpack with the necessities May told him he’d need. “You need to focus on that sore throat.” There was silence. “Babe?”

“Huh?” He chuckled, walking out of his front door. “I’m sorry, Petey. I dozed off.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you later. Okay?” You mumbled an incoherent response before Peter decided to end the call. He found himself outside of your home fifteen minutes later. He knocked and your mom let him in, letting him quietly use your kitchen to warm up the tea he had brought for you. He then quietly walked to your room, opening your door to see you sleeping. He almost didn’t wake you up, but knew your tea would be cold. “(Y/N)? Babe?” You stirred awake, feeling alert and sitting up when you saw Peter on your bed.

“Peter! What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick!” He shushed your hoarse voice, picking up the cup and handing it to you.

“Here,” you grabbed the cup, looking at its contents, “drink this. You’ll feel better.” You looked at his dough eyes and opened your mouth to say something, until deciding to just keep quiet and drink the tea, a soft smile on your face.


“Oh, my god.” Peter turned around from his seat at his desk, seeing your distraught expression as your eyes grazed over the test you both had received from Calculus.

“What’s wrong?” You bit your lip to stop it from quivering.

“I failed,” you whispered. You had studied with Michelle and Betty for two weeks straight. You had thought you were doing so well – even Michelle had thought so. How could you have failed?

“Hey,” you looked up at Peter, “it’s just one test. You’ll get ‘em next time.” You smiled at the use of his words – it was a phrase you’d use on him whenever he didn’t pass a quiz or test he didn’t study for due to his after-school activities.

“I guess,” you sighed, your smile fading. Peter stood up, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and shuffled through it, picking up a CD case. He sighed, counting to three before turning around to sit next to you on the bed.

“Here,” you took the CD from his hands.

PETER’S HAPPY MIX

You looked up at him, seeing him shrug. “You might like this,” he stated. “It makes me feel better when I feel like crap.” You reached over and hugged him, mumbling about a million thank you’s.


Now here Peter sits, next to you on his couch, watching a movie of your choice. It was one that you had seen at least a hundred times, but he didn’t mind. If you loved it, so did he. And, god, did you love it. He watched your profile, seeing your lips move as you recited the character’s lines – every character’s lines. Your hands were moving in tune with them, too. And as he looked at you he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t plan it coming out like this, but it just happened. He just – “I love you.” Your hands stopped and so did your lips. You turned to look at him quickly.

“What?” Peter nodded slowly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

“I love you.” He repeated. “I love you, and I have for awhile. I don’t know when liking you stopped and loving you started – it all kind of just blends together but – yeah. I love you.” You blinked a few times, registering how your shy and reserved boyfriend, Peter Parker, got the nerve to tell you he loved you before you did. You shook your head at the thought. Peter Parker was braver than you – who knew?

“I love you, Peter.” You finally said, the look on his face telling you your silence was scaring him.

“You do?” He asked, too ecstatic, but he didn’t care. You nodded, setting the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap on top of the coffee table. You sat up and crawled closer to him, leaning over him slightly.

“I love you so much, Peter Parker.” You leaned all the way down, pressing your lips against Peter and feeling Peter wait not even a second before matching your pace.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, but not stopping your kiss.

Even though Peter Parker had told you he loved you more than once, he felt a weight lift off of his chest after hearing it come out clear as day from the both of you.

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POIROT IS LIKE A KISS

Peter Parker - Confessions

i thought this was super cute and i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

warnings: kissing and  swearing

word count: 2002

requests are open:))!!

Originally posted by a-khaleen

sitting in science last period i was trying to keep myself from falling asleep. i could feel my eyes slowly begin to shut as my head was resting on the palm of my hand. peter nudged me as my eyes began to shut completely. i jumped slightly then kicked him under the table, mouthing a few curse words his way. i could see his body vibrating with laughter as my angry face turned to look at the board.

rinnnnnnggggg

the bell sounded and the whole classroom came to life, majority practicality running out of the class. i grabbed my things and followed peter and ned out of the class, we stopped at my locker first i began placing my things back in my locker and grabbed my back pack.

“movie night?” i asked peter a small smile forming on my face once i saw his reaction. his face lit up as a large smile was placed on his face, he nodded his head excitedly as we began making our way to his locker. along the way we lost ned in the crowd of people. peters smile was still on his face when we arrived at his locker.

i love his smile

peter looked at me for a second, his face turned a bright shade of pink and his lips began to twitch up at the ends. “what?” he questioned as he pulled his bag from his locker. “did i say something?” i played dumb with him, i was not going to admit to my best friend of 5 years that i was madly in love with him while he spent all of his time looking at liz completely oblivious to how i feel.

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Training

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  “ Ooh so maybe a Peter Parker x reader where they’re training at the avengers tower and won’t stop making googly eyes at each other? Bonus points if another team member butts in and pushes them together…”

A/n: To the anon that requested this, I’m kinda sorry bc I kinda didn’t follow the plot that you asked me to but I hope you still enjoy this oneshot/imagine…okay that’s all haha..

Word Count: 637

Originally posted by a-khaleen

You breathed heavily, heartbeat drumming in your ears as you place your fists in front of you in a fighting stance. “Still not giving up, huh?” You say as you eyed Peter, him also in a fighting stance as he let out a small breath.

 “Me? Never.” He said with a slight chuckle.

 You rolled your eyes and huffed. You quickly threw a punch at Peter, him successfully blocking it. You then swung your feet hard enough to knock him off his feet, he fell, his back hitting the matted ground. You quickly got on top of him, straddling him as you pinned his hands to the ground. “Come on Peter, just admit that I’m better than you.” You said, eyeing him. He smirked and shook his head no.

 You rolled your eyes once again and sighed deeply.You tightened your grip around his wrists as you moved your face closer to his, your noses almost touching. You looked directly at him with a smirk and he gulped. “Come on, Peter.” You say in a hushed whisper. Peter averted his eyes away from you, looking at the wall instead of you. His cheeks burning. You almost wanted to laugh at his actions but you remained still.

 Neither did you two know that Wanda and Natasha were watching, “Can they just start making out? Clearly Peter likes (Y/n) and vice versa.” Natasha huffed. Wanda had a smile on her face “Should I?” She says, her accent thick as she moved her fingers as red mist started to appear around them, glowing. “Just let them be for a minute, let’s see what happens.”  Natasha says crossing her arms over her chest.

Meanwhile, you two hadn’t moved an inch, both of you were breathing heavily. Then, you decide to let Peter go, removing your hands from his wrists and sitting up, Peter sighed of relief as you got up. Peter felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest at any moment if you two stayed longer in that position. You wiped the sweat on your forehead using your hand, you liked Peter for a long time, but never had the guts to tell him, so you remained stoic.

 “So…uhh..” Peter says, standing up and looking at his feet.

“Yeah?”  You turned, facing him.“D-do you want to…” He says but then he just shook his head and stared at you “Uh… Never mind.” He says walking up to you and he placed a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you towards him as your mouths met. You were in shock, you hadn’t expected this. Your hands were on his chest. Peter felt like exploding, he was about to pull away and apologize for acting like that when you stated kissing back, he was taken by surprise. His arm detached from your neck and moved to your waist. Your hand cupped his cheek as you two kissed. Soon you both pulled away in astonishment of what happened.

 You felt your cheeks burn, the same with Peter as his face was red. “That was…that was um…” Peter says, speechless. “Amazing?” You say with a raised eyebrow, Peter nods, grinning like an idiot. “Yes.” He says laughing, you felt happy. “Will you be mine?” Peter asks intertwining your fingers with his. You smiled and pecked his cheek.

 “A million times yes!” You screamed hugging him. 

Peter did a fist pump in the air while you were hugging him. “I knew you both would end up together.” Wanda says with delight which scared the both of you to death. You quickly separated from each other. “Everyone’s going to be happy about this!” Wanda says rushing out of the room. You giggled. Peter awkwardly laughed “I love you (Y/n).” He says facing you completely. “I love you too, Peter.”       

PTSD ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: full of angst and fluff, PTSD illness, emotional scenes, vv weak peter

summary: after Peter’s clash with Vulture, he was left completely shocked and thrilled. He’s frail and is unconditionally suffering under PTSD whilst you try to put up with him through the many wakeful nights.


A/N: ily for suggesting this @bbparker… THIS WAS 3k WORDS!!

After days of Peter’s threatening encounter with Vulture, the events that he underwent left Peter utterly terrorized and debilitated. Every night he would call you as you’d hear his faint voice crying over the end of the line as you were left completely saddened. All you wanted to do was solace him with embracing arms as he’d fall to his slumber —feeling welcomed and loved.

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