Making Out With Peter

making out with peter

request

warnings: some suggestive content, teenagers making out and being stupid.

first of all,,

he can’t even focus for the gif

Your Power

his eyes!! so precious 

anyways

you two are the definition of a sheepish, bashful mess

it first happened when you were over at his place for a movie night

may just left to go grab dinner

and he scooted closer to you, stealing glances every now and then

you’d feel his thumb grazing your hand

“hey y/n, w-would you mind if i kissed you?”

“peter, we’ve been dating for four months. why do you keep on asking?” you’d chuckle, leaning in

but let me spill the tea

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SO TALENTED

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Request: sorry for another request but this just came to me and i’ll probably forget it in like 5 seconds BUT

a harry x reader where she’s is a youtuber and thinks she ended her live stream so Harry finally enters the screens view and gives her a kiss and cute talk (no one, not even their friends know about them) and the comments are going mental trying to tell them the live is still going and then they realise? you can decide a bit from there :))

Pairing: W2S x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, idk if there's swearing, one kiss...

Word count: 940 words

A/N: I'm so sorry, exams are stressing me out rn x

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"Alright, guys I'm gonna head off now," you say to the chat, glancing at it every now and then. You could see people begging you to stay and others wishing you a goodnight ad stuff. You smile and glance at Harry, who was scrolling on his phone. "I'm gonna stream tomorrow, don't worry! Goodnight!" You exclaim, waving at the camera. You turn off your stream - you thought -  and sigh, leaning back in your chair.

"Oh, did you finish it?" Harry asks and you nod, spinning around in your chair. Harry gets up and stops you from turning. You look up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you just gonna lean over me like a nonce or...?" He rolls his eyes and kisses you as you smile and kiss back. He places a hand on your cheek, rubbing circles with his thumb. He pulls away and looks down at you with loving eyes.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" He asks. You sigh and look at the paperwork on your table.

"I have to finish these for the Nike collab," you mumble, stifling a yawn. Harry tuts at you and pulls your arm.

"You can finish these tomorrow, Y/N. You're obviously exhausted!" He exclaims as you look up at him, laughing.

"But it's Saturday tomorrow!" You moan as Harry pulls you up. He raises an eyebrow, so you continue, "I want a free weekend alright? Just, lemme finish these—" You go to reach for the papers but then Harry takes them off of you, shaking his head. You were about to protest but he gently pushed you back on the chair, making you feel offended.

"Jesus, Y/N, you never rest for fucks sake," he mumbles, putting the paperwork on your bed. You shrug as he turns back around.

"I mean, you don't either so—" He rolls his eyes yet again.

"Yeah, but this isn't about me, it's about you," he replies, doing exaggerated hand gestures. You flip him off as he huffs, "And you'd think I'd have gotten used to this by now." You smirk at that, remembering something.

"Don't forget it's our—"

"1 year anniversary that's in two months?" He raises an eyebrow as you give him a look. "You've been going on about it since last week."

"Well, I just don't want you to forget!" You shrug as he walks back to you.

"I never forget anything now because of you," he looks annoyed, but we all know he's mentally smiling like a Cheshire cat right now.

"Mhm," you hum, smiling. You then go to get your phone while glancing at your computer. Then, you freeze, seeing the red flashing light by your webcam still on. You drop your phone on the floor, quickly opening up Twitch. Turns out, the Twitch tab was still opened. Your eyes widened as you stood up.

"What?" He asked, confused by your expression.

"I was still recording."

"What? What do you mean?—"

"I was still live streaming Harry! On Twitch!" You exclaim. His expression matched yours and he quickly rushed to your keyboard, opening the chat. You peered at it with him. You mentally groan, seeing the chat explode with a lot of reactions.

"Check Twitter," Harry said, ending the live stream. You pick your phone and quickly open the app, seeing a bunch of notifications in your mentions.

wroetoshore SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY KISSED???? MY LIFE IS COMPLETE (clip attached)

sdmnjidee brooo what's going on??? (clip attached)

TaliaMar UM WTF Y/N_Y/L/N YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO

Behzinga WHOAAAAA look at these two ;) wroetoshaw Y/N_Y/L/N (clip attached)

VIEW ALL MENTIONS?

You curse yourself when you see someone calling you. That someone would be JJ. You mentally groan and answer the call putting it on speaker. "Yeah?" At first, all you could hear is JJ's laughter in the background, seeing Harry roll his eyes. You sigh, waiting for him to stop. "I'll literally just end the call—"

"I CALLED it! I called it from day one, motherfuckers!" He screams, hearing some other laughter.

"Y/N, we're having a girls night tomorrow and you're telling us everything," Freya says as you hear Gee's squeal.

"I should've known something was going on! When we invited you to the party and you two said no - it should've been obvious!" Talia probably facepalms herself while you try to speak.

"Okay well—"

"Oi, is boggo and Y/N on the line? Pass it here!" Harry huffs and stands up, immediately knowing that the voice was Cal. You pass the phone to him.

"What do you want, lad?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"Nothing! Just want to congratulate you both and y'know, Harry you've hit the jackpot," he slurs, and you instantly knew he was drunk. You run a hand through your hair, sitting back on your chair.

"For fucks sake, Cal, you better grab some water right now," Harry moans, rubbing his forehead. He puts it off of speaker mode and mumbles something else before ending the call. He throws your phone on the bed and you're thankful it lands. You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding and stand up, turning Harry around.

"Sorry, I thought I turned the stream off..." you apologize as Harry's face softens.

"Well, they were gonna find out one way or another, weren't they?"

requested by @tomsparkyr <3

so adorable i might cry :((

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Request: could you write a harry x reader, where it’s a podcast and someone’s talking about the sidemen’s future and how they think Harry would be the first to lean away from youtube because he wants to start a family with the reader and everyone’s reactions are all soft? so excited to see you writing again love! <3

Pairing: W2S x fem!reader

Warnings: FLUFF, maybe a bit of swearing, talking about future children/families...

Word count: 480 words

A/N: my brother went on my laptop and messed around on the original imagine- I wrote this an hour ago but I hope you still like it <3

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AUTHOR'S POV:

"Right! We're moving onto a different topic," Simon exclaims, wanting to talk about something less depressing.

"How about 'what will the Sidemen's future be like?'" Ethan suggests, glancing at the other three.

"Well then, what will happen?" Vik starts and Tobi begins to talk.

"I think the reason we'll eventually stop YouTube is that one of us will get a kid and like," he thinks about it for a moment, "and he wouldn't have time to keep coming to shoots or something. But, when that happens, we'll all be thirty or some shit."

"Ooh, yeah when do you think that will be?" Simon asks, leaning forward.

"I mean, it's not long now. You and Josh will be thirty next year! I'm pretty sure Josh has thought about having kids," Ethan chuckles as Simon rolls his eyes.

"I don't think it'll be Josh, you know," Vik rubs his chin as the others get curious. "It could be Harry. I mean, he's always wanted kids and he's stopped uploading on his channel ages ago."

"You have a good point," Tobi then smiles, "He's just turned 25 as well."

"Wait are we allowed to talk about this?" Simon says, widening his eyes.

"I mean, only the elite Sidemen fans will know because they've paid to hear us talk about it," Ethan winks at the camera as the boys all chuckle.

"Remember when we did that 24 hours looking after a baby challenge and Harry was proper serious about it?" Tobi chuckles and Ethan nods.

"Oh, yeah! I was partnered up with him and he called Y/N halfway through. My God, you should've seen those two," he shakes his head, but deep down he found it adorable.

"Those two always had a soft spot for kids," Vik continues. "They did a video on Y/N's channel and answered people's questions and the first one was 'when would you both like kids?'"

"Oh my God, yeah! And they were both just smiling about it," Simon replies, grinning. "They were so happy about it."

"Well, that's Y/N and Harry for you. Always thinking about the future," Tobi mutters. Ethan gives him a strange look.

"Are you jealous, Tobi?" Ethan smirks as the other two 'ooh'. Tobi playfully rolls his eyes.

"Nah, man. I just want what those two have one day, you know? Like just thinking about their future family and kids, it just warms my heart and stuff," he shrugs and the others agree.

"They've been together since they were teenagers, I wouldn't blame them," Vik laughs, "I'm surprised neither of them hasn't proposed yet."

"Y/N's birthday is coming up..." Simon looks at the camera with playful eyes.

"Don't give the fans ideas! Harry's gonna kill us after he sees this episode," Ethan sniggers, rubbing his head with his hand.

"Yeah, but Y/N's gonna love it," Tobi winks at the camera as they turn towards him. They continue going on about YouTube's most popular couple ~ W2S and Y/N Y/L/N.

TWITTER: Y/N'S TIMELINE

sdmnwidow my God, these two get cuter every day- (clip attached)

wroetoboggo THEY'RE SO CUTE AND THE SIDEMEN ARE SO SOFT ABOUT THIS TOPICCCC

sdmntalia why aren't they married yet we better be invited (clip attached)

sidemenupdates Looks like Harry might want to retire a bit early. And for a good reason too... :) (clip attached)

requested by @tomsparkyr <3

Only Need 10 ¬ Andrew G.

Kinktober Surprise Addition Plot - Before going onto a talk show to promote your new film, Andrew decides to help you warm up Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only} Pairing - Andrew Garfield x Actress!Fem!reader Notes/Warnings - Quickie, fwb relationship to maybe more, oral (Fem receiving) for a second, choking, unprotected sex (dont be stupid like them irl), creampie, mirror. Word Count - 1k

Gliding a final coat of lip-gloss onto your puckered lips, you inspect your makeup for a fleeting moment before a sharp knock on the door pulls you away.

"Come in"

The familiar face of you co-star strutting through the doorway catches your attention in the mirror. His normally messy hair was perfectly tamed, a crisp button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves accentuated his lean arms. Andrew was an attractive man on a usual basis but now, he was dangerously handsome and worst of all, he knew it.

Placing a teasing hand on your shoulder, his fingertips begin to trace your exposed collarbone, sending tingles throughout your body. The smirk plastered on his face was one you knew all too well, he wanted some relief.

This arrangement the both of you had was started on a drunken evening whilst filming. Wine was poured, clothes were discarded and pleasure was the main focus. From then, you and the brunette had a co-stars with benefits arrangement and often, there were times where you couldn't resist even when you should.

"Andrew, we are literally in a dressing room and going on live television in 15 minutes!"

Dragging his fingers carefully up your exposed neck, he wrap his veiny hand against your neck before bringing his lips down to your ear, "Good thing I only need 10." And with that, he had you.

Rising from the chair with such speed, the velvety seat fell with a thud before being pushed out of the way. Andrew drank in your appearance, as if deciding which part to divulge in first. Eyes landing on your lips before slamming his own mouth with your lip-gloss coated one. A clash of tongues and lips as his hands worked down your body to grab the ends of your dress, raising it inch by inch until finally, your exposed cunt was revealed.

Letting a groan at your lack of panties, "God, I love dresses where you can't wear anything underneath. Truly heaven sent."

Dropping to his knees, you feel delicate kisses being placed against your inner thigh causing you to tense with anticipation. The warmth of his tongue against your aching clit sent waves of pleasure flooding to your wettening core as you reached to grab tuffs of his hair. Moans and whimpers fell from your lips as Andrew quickened his pace, flickering his tongue against your clit as making you fall a part in ways he has before.

Gently slipping a single digit into your tight hole, he momentarily stops to speak, causing you to groan at the lack of stimulation. "Fuck, you taste so good. Could be done here for hours but I need to be in this tight pussy of yours." Feeling you clench around his finger at those words, he places a fleeting kiss on your throbbing clit before standing up to take your lips back in his.

Andrew moves his attention to your exposed neck, with an array of kisses and delicate bites. Whimpering for more, you begin to busy your hands with undoing his belt. Finally, his aching cock was free from its constraints and was begging to be inside of your glistening core.

"Still think you can make me cum in time?"

Without responding to your teasing jest, the actor spins you to face the mirror as he impales you from behind. His length filling you so deliciously that you couldn't contain the string of moans tumbling from your mouth as he starts pounding into you with a dangerous pace.

"That's it. You always take me so well and look so pretty whilst do it." Gripping your jaw, he forces your face to watch yourself in the mirror. "Watch as I ruin you."

The scene the mirror displayed was filthy. Andrew's eyes taken with storms of lust as his faces contorts into moments of pleasure mixed with his cockiness of your need for him. As the lanky man thrusted into you at such as rapid pace, you took in your own appearance. Pupils blown with lust, gentle marks decorating your neck and lip-gloss smeared across your lips.

Feeling your pleasure build up as your orgasm threatens to erupt. Unconsciously you clench around him, bringing him closer to his own climax. Staggered pants emit from the Brit's lips as you feel his thrusts start to weaken and become more sporadic.

Wrapping a tight hand across your throat, your eyes connect with his in the mirror. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum with me?"

"Fuck, yes. Yes, I'm gonna cum"

As if your words gave him a boost, he rammed into you with a vigorous pace causing your orgasm to flood over you in an explosion of pleasure. Chants of his name mixed with unfinished moans acted as his final motive, pushing deeply inside of you before letting his own high out. Your soaking cunt milked his throbbing cock as the two of you heard the studio bell ring, alerting everyone that they had 60 seconds till the show started.

Slipping his softening length out, he watched as a small stream of his seed trailed down your plump pussy and down your thigh. Through his exhausted breaths, he smirked at the sight of you. He ruined you in 10 minutes.

As you tried to quickly regain yourselves and attempt to look presentable, you realised that Andrew's marks on your neck hadn't been as inconspicuous as you thought.

"Really? You just had to leave hickies?"

"Yeah, a beautiful neck like yours should be decorated"

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you can't help but notice the heat rising to your cheeks. Carefully reapplying your lip-gloss, you feel Andrew's hands snake around your waist.

"Is it bad that I'm happy you are about to go on National TV with hickies on your neck and my cum leaking out of you?"

You felt butterflies at his admission but deciding to taunt him, you placed a short kiss onto his lips before answering, "Not a bad thing but I think it means you like me more than you let on."

Walking towards the stage, you glance back at the actor who was left stumped at your statement and with the thoughts of his feelings clouding his mind. Who knows, maybe co-stars with benefits might actually become co-stars turned lovers.

Could It Be? ~ Peter Parker x MJ!Reader

Summary: You lost your universes’ Peter. Never did you think you would ever see his face again…

Warnings: Spoilers for NWH!!! PLEASE SKIP IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN NWH/DON’T WANT SPOILERS

Characters:

Peter(A) - Andrew Garfield

Peter(T) - Tobey Maguire

Peter(TH) - Tom Holland

MJ / (Y/N) - You

Pairing: Andrew Garfield Peter Parker x MJ!You

What. The. F-

Where the hell am I?

I was just… Wasn’t I?

How am I in New York?

Traffic bustled around you as you tried to work out what had happened. The last you remembered you were at home, but now… now you were in the heart of one of America’s busiest cities. Spinning round you tried to remain calm, looking at your surroundings. Everything felt… off. Like it wasn’t right. It was New York, but it didn’t look like your New York.

“Breaking news!” A loud voice boomed over the city, as you turned to the source of the sound. “Spider-Man has caused another tragedy-“

Spider-Man?

But, it couldn’t be…

“Is there no end to this menace?!”

A photo appeared on a billboard of what appeared to be a building on fire, completely destroyed.

“There has been one confirmed death at the scene. The police are now looking for the boy behind the mask. Peter Parker.”

Peter?

A new photo appeared, but it wasn’t the face you knew as Peter Parker. It was a teen boy, still with brunette hair but with more childish features. That wasn’t your Peter. But how can there be another Peter Parker who is also Spider-Man?

You looked around, seeing a man looking at the same screen you were, obviously listening to the story. You quickly approached him.

“Hi, excuse me-“ The man turned to you, something about him irked you as you got a shiver down your spine. “Sorry, I- do you know anything else about this Peter Parker?” You asked, hoping to understand a bit more of what was unfolding. The man narrowed his eyes, smirking slightly.

“Peter Parker is a scared boy-“ He began, voice cold. “He’s weak. He can’t stop us.” You furrowed your brows at his words as you took a slow step backwards.

“More breaking news!” You snapped your head back to the screen. “Peter Parker, the Spider menace himself, has called in to give us all a message.” On the screen appeared the same boy before before, but this time it was a live video.

“I’m Peter Parker, and I’m making this message for those who need to hear it.” He began as you peered at the man who was stood next to you. “I’m at the Statue, and I want to reach out.” The man almost snarled as he was clearly angered by the footage, before he began to stomp forwards, putting his hood up as he walked away. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. You were used to that. Having to keep an eye on those around you incase of danger. It came with the territory of knowing Spider-Man.

Your best bet was to head to the statue.

Arriving at the statue, you saw it was all scaffolded up, being worked on. It was oddly quiet. Thinking back to the video you knew Peter would be high up.

Ugh shit.

I’m gonna have to go up there aren’t I?

Yes, even though you had a history with Spider-Man, the hero who could swing from great heights, you still had a fear of heights yourself. Swallowing the lump in your throat you made your way to the bottom of the scaffolding, finding a ladder that headed up to the next level.

This was a stupid idea.

This was something your Peter would’ve scolded you for. He would’ve told you it was too dangerous and it was definitely a stupid idea. But, alas, it was your only plan. You got a quarter of the way up as you didn’t dare peer over the edge. Taking a deep breath you continued up, before reaching half way. You almost had your eyes completely shut as you gripped onto the pole before you.

Oh my god. Stupid idea. Stupid.

“Er, who’s that?”

You heard a voice ask, as you slowly turned, gripping to the pole as best you could.

“Hi! Sorry! I would turn around but your very close to the edge and I’m very scared of heights.” You called back to the voice. “Also my eyes are very much shut!”

“Do you want a hand?” The voice asked. You thought for a second.

“It depends! Are you good or bad?” You asked, not seeing the smirk on the persons face.

“Good.” They told you. “Although I could be lying.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Well then, come and help me.” You almost begged as you heard footsteps walking up to you from behind, feeling a hand grabbing yours as they gently pulled you away from the ladder you’d climbed up, before they pushed you back slightly, causing you to panic as you gripped their hand tighter. You heard a breathy chuckle as you then felt something solid on your back.

“You can open your eyes now. You’re away from the edge.”

Letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You reluctantly opened your eyes one at a time, to reveal a middle aged man in front of you. He had kind eyes.

Okay he was good.

You then took notice of what he was wearing.

“Peter?” You asked, seeing the Spider-Man suit on the man.

“Yeah… Well thats a bit of a story, one I don’t fully quite understand yet.” He told you as you nodded slowly.

“Not to confuse things further-“

Your heart stopped for a moment at hearing that voice.

It couldn’t be.

It- Could it?

“But I’m also Peter.” The voice finished as you slowly turned your head to look at who it belonged to.

“Peter…” You breathed out, eyes wide, full on confusion. The two men saw how your eyes began to glaze over, and your grip on the railing loosened, seemingly whatever had shocked you took your mind off your fear of heights.

The man you were staring at looked identical to your Peter. The Peter you lost. The one who was killed by Harry Osbourne. He was alive. He looked older. And he was wearing his suit also.

“Do I know you?” He asked cautiously, sharing a look with the other Peter as you tried to compose yourself.

“I erm… I guess not.” You said sadly, before forcing a smile on your face. “Anyway… I came here for help.” You paused. “I don’t know how I got here, but it doesn’t feel like my New York.” You looked between the two. “And I’m assuming this isn’t your New York either.” They shook their heads.

“No, no it’s not, but er, we’re kinda distracted right now-“ Peter(T) told you as you quickly remembered the whole reason you got there.

“Oh god! Of course. So I’m guessing… if there’s three of you, there’s a whole load of trouble coming this way?” You grimaced as they have you a knowing look. Suddenly a loud rumble and flash of lightening appeared, making the two Peters immediately alert, putting their masks on. Peter(A) walked towards you.

“Look, I know this is a lot to deal with right now, but you need to stay out the way.” He told you sternly. “You can’t get hurt, ok?” You looked up at the masked man, a familiar look in your eyes, as you almost wore a bittersweet smile at his words. You nodded at him, as he went to turn away to get in position, as you grabbed his wrist, almost out of reflex, stopping him.

“Please be careful.” You said in a whisper. “Promise me.” You almost begged, eyes pleading with him. Behind the mask, Peter was furrowing, confused at how you were acting towards him. If you were there, that must’ve meant you knew a version of him. But you weren’t as familiar with the other Peter, and it didn’t seem like you knew this universes one… so that could only mean…

“I promise.” He said quietly in return as you sighed in relief. He gave you one last glance before rushing off, getting into his position.

“Try to keep it this time.” You whispered as he disappeared, hearing the commotion starting above you.

It had been a few minutes, and you grew more and more anxious hearing the commotion around you, but the sound that really terrified you… Was that… horrible laughter….

No… Please don’t say it’s him.

Ignoring your instinct to stay put, you rushed to the edge on the other side, looking out to see… him. The Green Goblin, flying through the sky on his board. You had to get to Peter, it couldn’t happen. Not again.

Without thinking, you ran back to the ladder, pushing yourself to head further up the statue, feeling the structure shake every now and again from the blows from above. You got a few more levels up, before the structure felt unsafe as it was getting hit by the Goblins bombs left right and centre. You could see each Spider-Man fighting different enemies.

“What do we have here?”

You jumped at the dark voice, seeing the one person you didn’t want to see rising up into your view before you.

“One of Spideys little girlfriends?” He laughed manically, you looked down, seeing a scaffolding pole beside you on the ground as you acted quickly, picking it up and aiming it at the man. He laughed once more. “You think you can stop me?”

No, but I can keep you distracted.

You swung the pole forwards, as he dodged to avoid it on his board. You kept fighting, trying to hit him but failing with each attempt.

“Pathetic!” The goblin exclaimed, grabbing one of his bombs as he pressed the button. Your eyes widened as you immediately dropped the pole, backing away. He launched it at the floor in front of you as time slowed down. You were gonna have to jump.

“Peter!”

You found yourself shouting, before you leapt from the edge, the bomb exploding behind you, just missing you.

Peter(A) was the one to hear your cry and the explosion that followed. His eyes widened as he turned to see you, falling…

He couldn’t let someone else die.

He immediately left the fight he was in, swinging as fast as he could to get to you in time.

Time seemed to slow down for a second, as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to let out what you assumed would be your last breath… But suddenly you weren’t falling anymore, you were swinging. You didn’t dare to open your eyes until you stopped moving. Finally the feeling of being in the air came to a halt as you let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, it’s ok.”

You heard a wobbly voice, as you slowly opened your eyes. You realised your feet weren’t on the ground, but in fact you were being held. Peering up, you saw the glossy eyes of another Peter. He seemed as alarmed as you were by the ordeal.

“I’ve got you.” His voice cracked slightly at his own words. “I got you…” He trailed off as you realised this obviously reminded him of something that had happened in his universe.

“Are you ok?” You breathed out, instantly wanting to make sure he was in fact fine, something you had got used to doing around your own Peter Parker. He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Hey that’s my job.” He commented. “Are you ok?” You gave him a small smile and nodded, the panic still present in your eyes. He then realised he was still holding you as he apologised chastely, before putting you down gently. “Maybe stay away from the edge from now on, eh?” He tried to tease, as you nodded frantically.

“Yeah, no problem there, will definitely be doing that.” You muttered. “Note to self, don’t stand near the edge.” You felt your eyes burning, had you even blinked? Becoming more aware of your body, you then proceeded to become aware of how close you were to Peter and were basically using him as a support. Clearing your throat, you took a step back, awkwardly dusting yourself off. “Thanks Parker.”

“Anytime.” He smirked cheekily. Your eyes lingered on each other for a second, as you cleared your throat, pulling your gaze away.

“You lost your Peter… didn’t you?”

You froze at his question, allowing your tears to grow glossy as you gave him a sad smile.

“You lost someone too, didn’t you?” You asked in return. “I can see it in your eyes. They’re like mine.” You told him softly. Peter let out a shaky breath, looking away from you as he composed.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way…” You told him. “But no one calls me that, everyone calls me MJ.” His eyes widened for a moment, almost in realisation. “It’s my middle name, I didn’t just decide to be called that.” You paused, nervously rambling. “Well, technically I did but you know what I mean.” Peter laughed for a second, shaking his head. “Sorry you’re in the middle of something. Go be a hero.” Giving you one last smile, he swung away.

You were intriguing to say the least. Peter couldn’t help the smile that was on his face after being around you. He remembered what Peter(T) had told him….

‘Your MJ is out there….’

Could it be?

Could that be thing?

Could two different people from two different universes….

After waiting and watching the battle anxiously it calmed down as all the ‘villains’ had been ‘fixed’ with the serum. Luckily everyone survived, much to your relief, you could see the three Peters down below, talking as one of the Peters, you assumed was this universes, swung off to see the man in the sky… He looked like a wizard. Before you knew it, one of the Peters were swinging towards you, as you saw it was in fact the Peter who saved you.

“Promised you I’d be careful.” He greeted you, giving a cheesy smile as he had cuts and scrapes over his face.

“Well, it seems my definition of careful and your definition may differ.” You told him playfully, narrowing your eyes at the man. “What happens now? How do we get home?”

“That’s that guys job.” He gestured to the wizard. “He’s magic.” He told you with a childish joy. You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. He was almost the exact same as your Peter. It was scary.

“So, we all go back to our own universes?” You asked, a hint of sadness in your voice. He nodded.

“Yup, almost as if this never happened.” He commented as you gave him a sad smile.

“Yeah, but I’m glad it did.” You told him quietly. “And I know, I know you’re not him.” You paused, looking up at him. “But, to see his face again, hear his voice…” You trailed off, taking a deep breath to keep yourself from crying. “It’s a gift.” You looked at him, seeing his own sadness in his eyes as he understood what you were saying. He’d give anything to see Gwen again, to say goodbye. But Peter’s(T) words echoed in his mind, replying over and over. Maybe he did deserve some happiness. “Goodbye Parker.” You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “Be… Amazing.” You sniffled slightly, as he took a step towards you. You could feel your heart skip for a second. He leant down, moving his lips towards your cheek. His kiss lingered on your skin as you breathed in his scent, allowing a tear to fall.

“Promise me something.” He said softly, looking at you in the eye. “Be happy. For him.” You nodded.

“Promise.” You whispered, a laugh escaping you as you felt yourself begin to fade away, taking you back to your own universe. Peter stood for a moment alone once again, until he himself began to fade away, returning back to his own universe also.

~

Peter sighed to himself. It had been a few months since he was in another universe. He had returned back to being Spider-Man as much as he could, knowing he had a responsibility to the city, but also to honour Gwen. He couldn’t mope around forever. He’d done enough grieving. He had his other versions to thank for helping him realise it. He often thought of you, and wondered how you were doing. He hoped you got the closure you needed to move on and live your own life.

Dragging himself out of bed, he got ready for the day, ensuring his suit was packed in his backpack as he headed out. Just in case. He headed down a few blocks, listening to music as he did his usual morning routine. He was going to his favourite cafe, as he sat down at his usual table after ordering his usual drink.

Since being back from another universe, Peter realised how serious things could get for his world. If the multi verse had opened once, it surely would open once again. What if it’s his universe next time?

He pulled out his laptop from his back, glancing at his suit for a moment before starting to do some research online.

‘Super humans’

‘Genetically altered’

‘Super strength’

‘Super powers’

‘Avengers’

Were just some of his searches. He couldn’t take credit, the fact that Peters(TH) world had something called ‘The Avengers’, he didn’t think it could hurt to look into something similar in his own universe.

“Coffee for a Parker-“

His eyes immediately snapped from his laptop as he heard his order called, from an all too familiar voice. Looking up, he saw who it was that had called his order…

You.

But it couldn’t be, you you?

Did his world have its own (Y/N)?

He got up from his seat, briskly walking to the coffe bar as he looked at you, gawping slightly.

“Parker?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Hmm?” He seemed confused for a second before nodding. “Oh er, yeah, that’s me.” He paused. “Well I’m Peter, Peter Parker.” He introduced as you smiled at him.

“Well, Peter Parker, there’s your coffee.” You gestured to the cup on the side as he grabbed it. He looked down at your name tag, seeing it said ‘MJ’.

“Thank you for the coffee, MJ.” He said as you gave him one last smile before returning back to work. He lingered there for a second longer, watching you work before turning to head back to his table, a small smile on his lips.

‘Your MJ is out there….’

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Dr. Strange tells Peter that in every existing universe you don’t make it, yet the multiverse has other plans.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, mentions of dying, fluff, happy ending!

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem! Reader & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker & fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my lovelies… AHHH I WROTE SOMETHING AND FINSIHED IT! Anywho, hope you like it and feedback is always appreciated! *muah* Enjoy!

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