Peter Parker Glasses Meme Novels & Stories

Can't believe my mum didn't even ask why my glasses were cracked. Derek walked closer with a small box in his hand and dropped it on the mattress close to me. He pointed down at it. "I got you a new pair of glasses, since I broke the old one." I looked at the box, then reached up and removed the little broken glasses from my eyes and dropped them onto the floor. My vision instantly went completely blurry. I couldn't see Derek's face anymore, he was just a tall, dark smudge standing over the bed. "I want to try something," I muttered, setting my phone down.

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

2000s pop music played softly through the store's speakers, and it felt like the soundtrack to our story was starting to write itself. Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me straight to the accessories section with his mischievous smile. “Look at this!” He picked up a pair of huge glasses, with round lenses and neon-colored frames. He put it on his face and made an exaggerated pose, as if he were a supermodel. “Perfect for a futuristic look, right?” I laughed and picked up another pair of glasses, only now they were heart-shaped frames. I put them on my face and looked at him with a smile. "Now yes! We are ready to dominate the world!”

Peter: was your day ? Me: yes and yours ?! Peter: work, I want to relax Me: what are we doing here ?! To fart : .. He has this way of fixing me, he looks at me straight with his eyes while supporting my gaze and it destabilizes me Me: why are you doing this ?! Peter: what ?! Me: why are you looking at me ?! Peter: because your eyes charm me much more than your body Me: Peter .. Peter: you asked me the question

Peter stood arms akimbo, “Maybe we should involve the cops. What do you say? Or hire someone to help us investigate.” “I don't think that's a right thing to do now Peter.” Lyssa replied, matter of factly. “I am so tired of everything. I mean, it's really tiring having to go through all these just after I had a divorce.” Scarlet ranted. Peter moved close to her and held her hand. His eyes were turquoise green. A rare color she had never seen before. He had the siren eyes and this made her weak. His jaw was perfectly chiseled and her eyes flew to his muscled hands.

said Zander, "Peter's the only one I know that can erase people's memories." He looked so crestfallen I forgot the way everyone was staring at me. One more member of his family appeared on the villain list. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's not your fault," he said. "Just stay as far away from Peter as you can, Phoebe," warned Ruthie. Isaac's eyes glowed again and a sliver of apprehension trickled down my arm as I considered what might happen the next time Isaac and Peter crossed paths. "Why is Peter even here?" Maverick asked.

A familiar McLaren Artura idled in the driveway. “You have got be kidding me” I added And Jeremy had the audacity to smirk at my comment, asshole. The door opened, and Peter stepped out, looking more gorgeous than any human had the right to look in jeans, aviators, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He took off his sunglasses and assessed us with cool eyes, unfazed by the mini welcoming party on the front steps. Only I didn’t feel particularly welcoming, I felt like choking him to death with that sunglasses. I don’t even if if that’s possible. God I suck at plotting evil.

“They were giving me some sweet tasting drink. I could use a bit of it now.” Peter looked at the zombies closing in outside and then at me. “Damn it,” he spat as he punched through the glass barrier to get to the jug with the drink I needed. He held it to my lips and let me drink much more than Max had before pulling it away. “I need to go out and help them now. Will you be okay?” I feebly leaned on one elbow. “I can help.” “No, stay here.” “I want to help,” I said before I fell

he says and Carly’s eyes snap to mine and she crosses her leg, pulling away from Parker that smiles. “Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston,” Carly says and Parker smiles. “So you like guys with abs? Maybe if I show you mine, you will change your mind and give me a chance to rock your world?” Parker says, and I lean forward, slapping his leg. “Okay, stop it,” I say and he mouths an apology and then Peter looks at me again. “So? You had some time to think,” he says, and I bite my lower lip.

Before I could answer, a large hand gently rested on my waist. Peter’s expression was dark. He held a cup of hot cocoa in his other hand. My heart warmed. I had only mentioned in passing that I wanted hot cocoa while checking my luggage earlier. I never expected Peter to actually go and buy it for me. “Sir, if you need glasses, go to an optometrist. If you’ve lost your mind, go see a psychiatrist. You can’t even recognize yourself, and now you’re claiming my wife is yours? Look closely. This is my wife. We recently got married. Who are you?”