Infinity War characters as The Office quotes

Peter Parker:

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Thanos pt 2:

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(I know there’s more and I’m gonna do more gimme a break)

I can’t with this photo, it’s so freaking sad!!!!

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i love you with all of my heart ! i would hug you if you were real and not dust

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┃┃╱╲ In this

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▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate


peter parker

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party hard!! (oh wait he is dead so he can’t!)

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oh well!

When you’re skipping class with your friend and you hear a teacher approaching but your friend freezes. (I paused a video at the right time)

Me because Tom Holland is not as active as he was a few weeks ago:

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Peter: mr.Thor sir

Peter: so, I just found out that goats like carrots

Thor: okay

Peter: i do too

Peter: ᴰᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵃᵗˀ

Thor: [completely mind blown] possibly

I mean… How do you dress up like Peter Kavinsky tho?? I’m down… But still.

Peter: no😢

Peter: but if I freak out, aunt may will freak out and that will make me freak out even more


Wearing Your Clothes: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Spiderman is caught off guard when he sees Y/N wearing Peter’s clothes… (Reader doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman).

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: slow burn


Knock, knock.

You gasped and looked over to see Spiderman at your window.

“Creep, much?” You laughed unlatching the window and pushing it open, breathing in the cool night air, “And you know, if you wanted to see me, I have a perfectly functioning front door that you could’ve used…”

“Front doors are boring,” he shooed.

“Front doors aren’t three stories high and accessed by a fire escape. If anything besides that is considered boring then I don’t know how I could possibly be any more interesting.”

“Aw, come on. You’re way more interesting.”

You smiled, pressing on, “So, what do you want, Spiderspawn?”

“‘Spiderspawn?’ Damn, what have I done this time?”

“Nothing, I just don’t know what else to call you,” you replied, sitting on the edge of your window, “You still refuse to tell me your name.”

“Well, calling me Spiderman would work just fine…”

“I feel like ‘Spiderman’ is only used for all those damsels in distress as they swoon into your arms after you’ve saved them,” you put the back of your hand against your forehead and leaned sideways dramatically.

He snorted, “Not a single girl has ever done that.”

“Good, and I won’t be the first,” you chuckled.

He laughed along with you for a moment before his eyes caught a glimpse of your t-shirt.

You frowned, following his line of vision and looking down. You stretched out the fabric so you could see the ‘Han Shot First’ lettering better.

“Oh, yeah,” you looked back up at him “you a Star Wars fan I’m guessing?” You asked him, curiously.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, a little distantly. You weren’t sure why he had the weird tone, but you ignored it. He got like that sometimes. There were always times when Spiderman would get quiet or reserved and you had no clue as to what was going on in his head. But you’d gotten used to it by now.

“Well, honestly, I don’t even fully know what this shirt means,” you laughed, “It’s actually not mine.”

“Really?” He asked, though the response was a little hollow.

“Yeah, it belongs to my…” crush “friend. He left it at my house last week.”

“So… you just… wear all your friends shirts normally??”

“Not really, no… his shirts are just… super comfortable, I guess.”

Spiderman cocked his head in confusion. Yeah, you’d have to agree that wasn’t your best lie. But you also knew if you came right out and told him you had a crush on someone, Spiderman would tease you til the end of the century.

You sighed, “I don’t know, I just find them comforting,” you smiled to yourself, “I like falling asleep to the smell of his cologne. It’s just… nice.”

Spiderman didn’t really say anything in response- which was surprising, you’d assumed he would immediately jump down your throat with the “ooooooh does Y/N have a crush?!?” and the “what’s his name? tellmetellmetellme” like most of your other friends would’ve.

“Huh,” he said instead, “That’s… cool.”

You arched an eyebrow, “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nope, nope, not at all, whatsoever,” he replied quickly, “I think that’s a perfectly acceptable thing to do and that you should definitely continue doing it,” he assured you.

You furrowed your brow, unsure of why he was being so odd today, “Well… alright then. Thanks for the… approval?” You chuckled.

He gave a forced chuckle in response.

“Alright, well, I do have homework, so I can’t stay out all night with you,” you sighed, climbing back into your room, “I’ll catch you later, though?”

“Definitely,” he smiled.

You smiled back, giving him a small wave as he climbed toward the edge, shot a web, and jumped away into the night.


Oh!” You exclaimed, stopping Peter before he walked out the door. You grabbed the Star Wars shirt that was sitting on top of your dresser, “I just remembered! You forgot this here a couple weeks ago.”

Peter gave it a bizarre smile before looking back up at you, “Thanks! I totally forgot about it…”

“Yeah, no problem! I was just doing laundry the other day and caught that in the mix. Figured you might want it back.” More like I’d worn it to bed every night until it had completely lost the smell… “It’s clean from being in my laundry, but be warned, it probably smells like me now so you might want to wash it again.” Again, you had washed it, but considering the amount of times you’d worn it and how it’s been staying in your room for a couple weeks, it very much smells like your perfume now.

“Thanks so much,” he grinned anyway.

“Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled back, in that weird way he’d been smiling recently. Like he knew something you didn’t.

You closed the door, thinking.

Maybe he was going to surprise you with some gift. Yeah, that must be it. Your birthday was in the next month.

Ooh, him and Ned were probably coming up with a really great present…

You smiled, before sighing and heading back to your room.

You cleaned up a few of the snack wrappers the two of you had left during your studying, before your eye caught a blue sweater.

“You’re kidding,” You said to yourself, your mouth twisting upward into a massive grin.

You knelt down next to the sweater and held it up in front of you.

Yup. Peter’s signature blue sweater.

You bit your lip to hold back your excitement as you slipped your own sweatshirt off and slid on his.

You nuzzled your nose deep into the fabric and smelled. God. How the hell did Peter smell so GOOD?

You turned to the mirror on your wall to get a look. You smiled at how big the sweater was on you.

You ran a hand through your hair moving your head around to look at different angles.

If you may say so yourself, you looked adorable.

If only Peter and you were dating, and you could steal his clothes all the time.

Knock knock.

You spun around and beamed as you saw Spiderman waiting outside your window.

“Perfect timing,” you told him, unlatching and opening the window.

“Timing is my specialty.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Though, posing in a mirror might be yours,” he replied, grinning.

Your cheeks burned, “You saw that?”

He chuckled, “Don’t be embarrassed, it was… cute.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“Is the sweater new or something?”

“Um… you could say that…”

“It’s from that guy again, isn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up,” you knocked his shoulder playfully, attempting to hide your embarrassment.

“Well, I-“

Police sirens interrupted you from your conversation and you both turned to see them rushing down the street in the distance.

“And that’s my cue,” he frowned.

“I’ll see ya later, Spidey.”

“Later,” he smiled back.

You gave him a small wave before he jumped out of sight.


“Hey,” Liz greeted, stepping through your doorstep and closing the door behind her, “You ready to go to the game or-” she paused as she caught a look at you, “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re wearing another one of Peter’s shirts again, aren’t you?”

“He leant it to me this time!” You argued, “I had been talking at lunch about how I didn’t own any Mets shirt, and he said he had a few so he gave me one of his jerseys for tonight! Come on, you can’t expect me not to wear any gear to the game! What else am I supposed to do?”

“Gee, maybe tell Peter that you’re head over heels for him so he can lend you his clothes every day and you can be a couple?”

“Ugh, don’t even, Liz. He doesn’t think of me that way.”

“Oh come on, Y/N-”

“No, don’t ‘come on’ me! You, Michelle, and I all lend each other clothes all the time, so you can’t act like this means anything. He’s just helping out a friend, nothing else,” you said, sternly, “Now let’s go, because I promised we’d meet Ned and Peter outside and they’ve already been waiting for like ten minutes.”

Liz sighed but followed you out of your house nonetheless and down the stairs to the street.

“It fits!” Peter beamed at your jersey as you stepped out the door.

You laughed, “Yup, perfectly.”

“Maybe I should give you my clothes more often,” he joked.

You forced a laugh slightly, because you knew he wasn’t being serious despite how much you wanted him to be.

“Or you could just lend me your hat,” You teased instead, slipping the cap off of his head and right onto your own. You smiled up at him from under the bill before skipping away down the street so he couldn’t take it back from you.

(Not that he would’ve wanted to.)


“Does any of your closet belong to you anymore?” Spiderman laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest which displayed a sweatshirt with the Death Star from Star Wars. A sweatshirt that you most certainly didn’t own.

“Oh, shut up.”

“But, really, how can someone’s clothes be so comfortable that they’re all you will only wear?”

You furrowed your brow, “Do you seriously still think that’s why I wear his clothes?”

Spiderman frowned, not sure where this was headed.

“Spidey, I just said that so you’d get off my case. I don’t actually wear them because he uses better detergent or something…”

“Then, why do you wear them?”

You looked at him for a moment. Was it seriously not blaringly obvious?!

“Cuz I like him.”

He furrowed his brow, “Well, you like Liz, and Michelle, and me, but you don’t-”

“No, no, dude,” you laughed, putting a hand on his arm to stop him, “I like him.”

Spiderman didn’t respond for a moment. And then for two moments. Then three.

“What?” he asked suddenly.

“Was that not clear?” You chuckled, “All the rest of my friends can spot my crush from miles away, I’m surprised it took so long for you to catch onto it.”

“That’s, well, that’s-” Spiderman shook his head, attempting to figure out what to say, “That’s great, Y/N. That’s really great. Um, will you excuse me, though? I just remembered I had a thing that I was supposed to be at right now. Uh, I’ll talk to you later though? Yeah?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Great, bye!” He zipped off your fire escape and into the night.

You frowned. What the hell??

Why did he always get so freaked out whenever you brought up a boy? He never freaked out when you talked about Liz or Michelle.

Oh shit what if he’s jealous of Peter?

You shooed that thought away. No way. There’s no way freaking Spiderman would just like a regular citizen like you. Nor was there any way Peter Parker would like someone like you either. You were just imagining things.

You nuzzled deeper into Peter’s sweatshirt and climbed back into your room, deciding to just forget about the superhero’s odd actions.


“Oh, wait, Peter,” you called after the boy as he began walking back down the sidewalk to his own apartment. You unzipped the hoodie he had lent you when it started to rain ten minutes ago. “You forgot your hoodie!” you told him, tugging it off of you.

But he only smiled and shrugged at you, “Eh, why don’t you just keep it for the night? It’s all wet anyway, you can put it in the laundry and give it back to me Monday at school.”

You smiled to yourself, “Oh, alright. Sounds like a plan.”

He gave you one more smile before turning around and continuing back home through the rain.

You grinned once he was out of sight and almost bounded up to your bedroom with happiness.

The hoodie had lost some of his scent in the rain, but the smell of rain now reminded you of how you two had run around and played in the rain on your walk home- and that was even better.

You closed your bedroom door behind you and leaned against it, sliding your hands into your pockets with content.

Your bliss was short lived however, as it was replaced with curiosity when your right hand touched something in the pocket.

You slipped it out, and saw a small yellow paper folded up.

Ah, it was probably one of Peter’s Post-It’s from English class, you thought to yourself as you opened it, that boy needs to learn how to use a trash-

You froze as you looked at the message. You blinked. You shook your head. You flipped it to the backside. No way. This couldn’t be real.

Y/N, will you go out with me?

W h a t. You turned back to the door. Had he seriously…

You looked back down at the message. This couldn’t be happening. Since when did Peter even like you back?!?! Let alone be ready to ask you out!!

You put your hand on the doorknob to go flag Peter down and ask him to explain, but a knocking at your window stopped you.

You bit your lip, not wanting to let Peter go but not wanting to just ignore Spiderman.

You flipped around ready to explain the situation to Spiderman, but instead found Peter, smiling meekly as he gave you a little wave from the fire escape.

It took everything in you not to completely run to the window.

You quickly latched it open and climbed through, “Did you mean it?” You held up the Post-It.

“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“Well, I wasn’t really expecting a surprise like this,” you laughed slightly.

“But was it a good surprise?” He asked hesitantly.

You smiled, and put your hand on his cheek, leaning it, “I don’t know yet. You tell me.”

You waited one more moment before leaning forward and closing the distance.

His arms slipped around your waist and pulled you closer against him, and you had to resist making a noise at how wonderful it felt to be this close to him.

Having his clothes was one thing, but having him truly there himself was infinitesimally better.


“Spiderspawn!” You practically screeched as you launched your window open, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in forever! So much has happened! Look,” you motioned down to the blue sweater and the fluffy socks you’d borrowed from Peter, “I’m wearing his clothes and this time it’s with his knowledge!” You laughed.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you…”

You blinked, all your excitement washing away. Panic rose in your stomach. What if he was about to tell you he liked you? What if your jealousy suspicions had been right? Oh, god, you were finally in a happy relationship with your dream crush and now you might have to turn down your other dream crush? Why was everything always so complicated!

“Sure, go for it,” you said anyway.

“Here, come on out,” he motioned.

You sighed and made your way through the window frame, then sat down next to him, kicking your legs off the edge of the fire escape through the railing.

“There’s something I’ve been hiding from you. I don’t know how to tell it to you, but you need to know.”


“Y/N, I think that-”

“Ihaveaboyfriend!” you blurted, suddenly, unable to wait anymore. You cringed at your lack of subtlety. But you didn’t think you’d be able to listen to him confess any feelings without it becoming a giant mess.

Yet instead of being upset, he laughed. “Yeah, I know,” he replied, and your eyes widened as he reached up and tugged at his mask, “Because it’s me.”

Your jaw dropped as he removed off the top of his suit to reveal all-too-familiar swooping dark hair and dimples.


“Hey, babe,” he gave a weak, unsure smile, awaiting your response.

“Oh my god, Peter!” You suffocated him with a hug, “Are you kidding?! How is that possible! How are you-” you froze and tore away from him with a gasp, “You little shit, you’ve been playing me this whole time! You knew I was wearing your clothes!”

“Guilty?” He smiled smally.

You punched him playfully in the shoulder, “Are you kidding! That’s so- Wait a second, were you purposefully forgetting your clothes at my house this whole time?”

He chuckled, “Well, not the first time. But from then on… perhaps…” He laughed again at your shock, “I’m sorry, you just looked really freaking cute wearing my clothes! Is that so wrong of me to want to see a pretty girl trying on my clothes in her mirror for fun?”

You groaned with embarrassment, “Oh, shit, I forgot you saw that, too.”

“Mhmm,” he grinned smugly, “Best moment ever.”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

He smirked at you, “If it makes you feel any better, after you would give me the clothes back, I kept them under my pillow because they smelled like you.”

“Really?” You asked, touched.

“Mhmm,” he smiled lazily.

You giggled, “God, we both really were head over heels, huh?”

“Who said anything about ‘were’?” He replied.

You looked over at him with pure happiness, and closed your eyes as he leaned in and gave you a dizzying kiss- simply one of many to come.


A/N: Eeeeee thanks for reading! Please PLEASE like, reblog, and comment if you enjoyed! <3 <3 <3


Peter, climbing on top of the fridge: this house iS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE

Me: [before I watched infinity war]