avengers preferences

(2.5) ^^^^ 🙌🏽

(a/n now i have found out that unfortunately you can't have more than 20 pictures maximum on one story part so i have had to make a chapter 2.5 to the previous one, dearest apologies. this one is only about the two peters (quill and parker) but i would rather have a separate chapter altogether featuring just two than miss them out completely i hope you are understanding. sorry again.)
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p e t e r . p a r k e r

yours: lil' miss spidey-woman⚔️
(you had always had a passion to be like peter, ever since you found out he was spiderman you were desperate to know everything. sometimes you were ashamed of your healing powers, you wished you had been bitten by a magical spider just like he had. you weren't jealous, you knew he liked your powers and you knew they were helpful, you just wanted to be able to shoot webs from your wrists and climb around windows just like he could. everyone wishes they could be spiderman every once in a while, right? you couldn't be the only one. you decided to take up something else so you could get over your obsession for being a possible spider woman, you became a model. you took time in your passion and you showed peter all of them. he loved them all but chose the one above as he thought you just looked great. but when do you not? you're a fucking model.)

his: big boy spidey-man 🕷
(you had always been very interested in photography, you had always loved the detail and aesthetic about it. the lighting, the techniques, the models. duh. at first you weren't the best, but practice makes perfect and you just kept constantly whipping out the camera and snapping pictures at whatever time you could. even if it wasn't really wanted. a lot of the time you would take pictures of people you were friends with, ned especially loved the camera attention, but sometimes he would get bored of posing and you would finally get time to turn the lense to peter. you had taken the picture of your acquaintance admiring your best friend, liz. he didn't even notice you had taken the picture, his obliviousness was adorable.)

p e t e r . q u i l l

yours: (insert pet name here) 🐛
(of course, peter has his little hero name. star-lord, the protector of the galaxy, of course. his little pet name was what he was constantly made fun of for having, although it was just an innocent little code name, he got rinsed for it. no one takes him seriously when he orders people to call him that, they just start into fits of laughter. and so do you. only sometimes though, you're not a horrible best friend. you didn't call him star-lord like he asked, you just called him peter or petey or lover boy and sometimes when you're mad at him, just quill. now you had a scavenger name, but you never cared about being called it. people did still call you that from time to time, just because they're scared or intimidated by you. people were especially scared after your face-smashing incident in the kilns shower room to show you were worthy of a place with the guardians. so you don't have a pet name, and peter so desperately wants you to have one. the picture was you showing you were worthy, by being brute, brain and beauty. you had sent the picture of you before intergalactic party in celebration of the guardians to peter, that was something he showed everyone and anyone who would pay attention as he is so damn proud he has you as his best friend.)

his: mother fucking star boy ⭐️
(when you first heard the weeknd's starboy song, you were head over heels. you adored the beat, the artist, the singing, lyrics, pace. fucking everything. also the language made you happy, because you had thought you had finally found someone who is as crude and swears as much as you. legit, it's every sentence you speak. (a/n is that just me that does that or does anyone else feel the rude boy struggles because no one else understands you can't just stop? did that even make sense wtf)
then you realised something. starboy. star-lord. it was practically meant to be. you were giddy as you danced down the milano to scream at peter, who was flying the ship, and force him to listen to the song. he enjoyed it, but really wished you wouldn't call him a 'mother fucking star boy' 24/7. you didn't stop. he eventually got angry by how you didn't listen to his every demand, so he started to ignore you. you were frankly quite annoyed by this, you thought he was childish, but you stopped calling him the little nickname and took him out to lunch at a pretty little diner and the photo was him happily waiting for you to arrive.)