Tomsparkyr - TOMSPARKYR

𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

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summary: but when he saw you fall from his grasp, he could not bare to lose you again.

masterlist part one, part two.

peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: finally a happy (??) ending, little angst, redemption and peter finally gets the girl </3

the bold in the third half of peter means the past chapter/past scene current peter is watching :)

part three to: gone and forgotten + slipping through his fingers.

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 been eating Peter Parker alive for the past 6 months. It has been 182 days without you, Y/N. 182 days since Peter had last ever willingly spoken to someone.

You’re all that’s on his mind.

His head is constantly flooded with the thought of you. Only you. His mind will not focus on anything but the moment he lost you, the moment he lost everything important. What was there to live for if you weren’t here?

He hasn’t tried to move on, he couldn’t. The only people supporting him were his friends and Peter began to believe they were going to grow bored of him. Because everything he loves, he loses.

That’s why he went on that stupid school trip in the first place, to take his mind off everything that had the slightest relation to you. But no, things still go to shit even when he believes he’s hit rock bottom. The one time he trusted someone out of your friendship group since you; decided to stab him in the fucking back and frame him for killing the asshole by saving everyones lives.

Thanks for the great fucking trip, Midtown!

So that’s how he’s here, stood infront of an middle aged man with four robotic arms as a look alike for an octopus.

“Do you know a Peter Parker that is Spiderman?” Dr Strange questioned, pointed to the boy holding a possible permanent face full of confusion as his weight shifted from foot to foot, staring down the intruder he had never heard nor seen of before.

Dr Octopus looked intently at the so called ‘Peter Parker’ and nodded his head, “Yes.” eyes still trained on the boy infront of him.

“Is that him?” Strange raised his voice, now putting the pieces together. Dr Octopus shook his head, “No.”

Peter stared between the two quizzically, unsure on how to comprehend whether he was offended that another Peter Parker was known more than him or the fact that another Peter Parker actually exists?

“Oh, God.” Strange sighed, rubbing his temples furiously as he walked hastily from the scene. Peter wasting no time on following the Sorcerer. Speeding up his pace, he noticed the stress rolling off Steven as the man had turned to face the Spiderman from previous facing his back to him.

Swallowing all his worries, Peter spoke “Can you please explain what is going on?” Pain strung through his voice. Ever since that night he failed, he is and will always be on edge. Afraid to get something wrong. Because the last time he was wrong, he lost his world.

Strange lifted his head up to Peter. “After I shut that spell down, we started getting visitors for every universe.”

Peter heart stopped. “The multiverse is real?” He gasped. An entire separate universe existed exactly like his. Exactly like his?

“When you say multiverse, do you mean another versions of people have different fates than one’s supposedly in here?” Peter said barely above a whisper. Dr Strange’s face turned hard, teeth gritted and shaking his head.

“I know what you’re thinking, Parker.” He walked up to him, slowly lowering his hands onto his shoulders. “But she’s gone.” He spoke sternly, slightly brushing against his shoulder before he gave him a sympathetic look.

Peter stood stationary in his space, head not following Strange as he walked off. A frown itching its way onto his face as tears swelled in his beautiful eyes, sniffles held back as he thought about her. It felt as if something was lodged in his throat about to spill out sobs at a simple mention of your once existing presence.

After seeing a so-called ‘Dr Octopus’, Peter wondered what other villains his doppelgänger’s must have fought. Strange had mentioned a Lizard like human thing? One who was previously his dad’s friend/co-worker who didn’t have an arm, then attempting to create a cure for this and somehow turning himself into a Lizard and trying to turn everyone else into one too. Sounds like a damn good movie to Peter.

His mind wondered into more depth of superhero business, then to stumble onto the teeth gritting question. Would he be back? Would the man who took everything away from him and everyone who loved her be back to tear his heart into two again? He only wished he would. To watch the man he hated with every bone in his body grow weaker under his fingertips.

Peter didn’t realise how long he was standing there until Dr Strange tapped him on the shoulder, telling him to follow his lead immediately.

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 the odd box, twisting it reluctantly as the last thing he would want to do is break Dr Strange’s property.

“Care to explain what this actually is?” Peter exclaimed as he waved the object in the air slightly causing Strange to cringe.

“No time for that.” Steven walked up face to face with the boy, “This son of a bitch won’t come to you…” He stared intensely into Peter’s brown eyes, now holding onto the box with him.

“So you’re gonna go to him” He said before pushing the box harshly into Peter’s chest caused him to completely float from his vision.

Peter’s body flung back to his surprise and within a millisecond on strobe coloured lights, he landed unexpectedly on a further away electric tower. Landing on his face, Peter groaned loudly unaware of where the hell had Strange forced him to and who he was referring to.

That was until he saw three clear figures in the distance.

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“𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄! 𝐈’𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 just take me! Anything to let her go!” Peter bargained. He didn’t care what happened to him now because as long as he knew you were safe, he’d be okay even if it meant him sacrificing all he has.

Goblin chuckled in your direction hearing the boy that still loved you scream in desperation at your demise. “Looks like he hasn’t forgotten you.” He taunted in your face, grinning at the fear creased into your precious face. Your bottom lip quivered, “Please.” you whispered feeling the blood ooze from your cut forming from your eyebrow to your cheekbone.

Osborn’s laughter stopped at you sudden words, having not spoken since he had caught you in the first place. Your words of retaliation made all the fun he had experienced so far stop, you had finally given up with his actions as he had become bored of toying with you in an instant.

As his smile dropped, so did you.

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 Peter realised where he was. For the second time in his life he saw your life flash before your eyes as your body dropped.

Peter’s feet moved itself as he flung himself towards the scene, watching his past self cling onto your body to soften your landing after smashing through layers of glass. He watched Goblin fly inwards to where past you two currently lay, current Peter ready to intervene.

His feet landed unsteadily on the smashed platform, stumbling on his own feet and perching over the edge to watch himself be kicked square in the chest and seeing your frail body hang from his web he knew would snap within a matter of minutes.

Lunging himself, Peter attempted to get to your body before your fate repeated itself. That was until past Peter and Goblin flew into him, blissfully unaware as another presence was the least of their problems as they watched you dangle far from the ground.

This sent Peter flying back, hitting his spine hardly on a pole attached to the clockwork which was holding you up right now. The reaction of his hit sent him falling flat on his face afterwards, coming face to face with your body slipping away from reality as the web snapped under the pressure of going cogs.

Peter forced himself off the edge, following your lead downwards to watch he wished you would experience together, whether that was good or bad.

What broke Peter most was to watch your sweet face screw up in acceptance. He had to watch you know your fate before his past self had even recognised you had fallen. Your beautiful features looked so broken. How could he let you think these things without his past selves attention devoted on your outcome before him-selves.

What felt like slo-motion, Peter reached his hand out to yours. Faring away, he webbed yours to his.

He did what he couldn’t do last time.

Your body jolted only inches away from the floor you didn’t miss last time.

He could see your face drop in shock, eyebrows upturned and mouth slightly ajar, letting out heavy panting before Peter dropped and coming face to face with you.

A sob racked through your body as you stared into the cut out eyes of Spiderman. Shaking your head and ripping off his mask to caress his pale face. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He brushed your fallen hair out of your face as your fingers tangled into his messy hair from the lack of space in the mask. Your head buried itself into the crook of his neck as the two bodies became one as both of you sobbed in each others presence.

Peter clung on, knowing this was the last time he would ever see you.

He couldn’t bring you back to his universe as much as he wished.

Peter would just have to forever live with the fact that you may be gone in his universe, but he can always remember he got you as much as it breaks his heart and crushes it into a million pieces. And another version of himself can live the life with you he will forever envy for as long as he lives.

Just remember Peter, you got the girl.



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IM SOBBING IM SO SORRY BUT THAT THE END IMS SKSKSOS SORRYRUSK

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𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

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summary: if someone told you that within a day you would be far from friends with peter and in the captive arms of green goblin, you most definitely wouldn’t have believed them but here we are.

masterlist part two, part three.

peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: a description of injury’s right at the beginning, reader is taken and injured by green goblin, angst, past arguments and guilt :(

maybe a part two i don’t know?

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 in your ribs felt like your entire chest was closing in on your helpless body. Your back was against the cold wall, an illuminating green blinding all that was around you.

Your lips were chapped with blood spilling from your mouth, unable to wipe away this as your hands were tied tightly behind your back with multiple layers of striped wire; the excess digging into your wrists.

Your eyes willed to shut, tiredness overcoming all your senses as all you wanted was stacked against you. With your eyes opened all you could see was brightness, the green faded into a white as your body begged to give into the light. Wishing every single muscle in your body would gravitate towards this light in contrast to the darkness flooding your frail body, feeling the pain seep further from your ribs and other scratches placed on yourself.

Feeling a cold glove grasp onto your chin made your entire body jolt, only allowing the pain to increase ten times more. His devilish laugh echoed through your eyes, chills creeping up on you as your presence shivered in his dreaded arrival.

“I would have thought your little spider friend would have been here by now!” The Green Goblin spoke in a teasing tone, completely unaware of what happened between you and Peter. Sobs erupted from your swelling throat as his smile upturned more at your torture, seeing the blood ooze from your nose and mouth brought the sick man a sense of pride as he made the one person Spiderman loved suffer.

Noticing Peter was a touchy subject for you, he delved further into your mental pain. “Oh, don’t tell me something happened between you and Parker?” He mocked, tilted his head to the side as he watched salty tears escape your begging eyes.

Three months before.

You rocked back and forth on the heel of your foot as you stood calmly outside May’s apartment. Debating on knocking on this door and having an adult conversation with Peter or completely bailing out and running back home to cry over this guy again. Four knocks were hit on the door, lowering your fist, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Here we go, it’s now or never.

Hearing someone on the other side of the door made your palms sweat even more than they were. Hastily wiping them of the hips of your jeans, you swallowed hardly as you saw him open the door with a clear face of annoyance.

Peter grumbled in seeing your face, still completely and utterly irritated with you from earlier. He attempted to shut the door on your face holding a stupid sympathetic look but was interrupted in doing so as a foot came in between the door and the frame. The boy moved away from the scene and trudged his way back to the comfort of his room, you following quickly behind after shutting and locking the door.

“Peter, please.” you begged as Peter scoffed in his shake of the head, completely ignoring your begs and sticking to the attitude of your annoyance. Your bottom lip quivered as the boy you loved so much ignored your acts of gaining his attention and future attempts of apologising to him.

Not giving up, you followed Peter into his room much to his silent actions of telling you to not do so. “Peter, we need to talk, please.” You swallowed as his body tensed in hearing your voice again.

“Y/N actually shut up.” He groaned quietly as your pesters would not stop until he said so. You shook your head, “No, this is not how we are going to do it, Pet-“

“Y/N, fuck off!” He yelled, snapping from his back turned to you to face your pleading eyes, “Just get out.” He added, only feeling anger suffocate all other emotions; barely seeing your growing hurt face as fury took over the boys vision.

Licking your lips, you raised your voice slightly “No Peter, I wanted to have an adult like conversation with you not you screaming in my face!” You stepped towards him, not breaking your eyeline from his as your head titled upwards to see him.

“You want to talk about being adult like?” He laughed right in your face. “Try running in front of a fucking supervillain! Oh wait, you literally did that today!” He raised his voice even more on the last words, pointing an accusing finger at your saddening face.

You whimpered “I was trying to protect you, you know that!” Peter backed away, chuckling at your complete idiotic mind; every insult he could think of would be thrown at you if he didn’t stop himself.

“I needed protection? Y/N, you standing infront of a villain does absolute shit! You think I need your pathetic ass to protect me?” He yelled, silence falling over the two of you as you stomach dropped at what you believed he truly thought of you.

You sighed, a tear dropping from you eye and falling elegantly down your red cheeks. “Is that what you really think, you think me trying to save my beloved boyfriend from dying in front of my eyes is pathetic?”

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less what you do.” He confessed, watching you face fall to a look of betrayal. Peter hadn’t felt the pain of guilt yet, all he could think of was that he had won over you during this fight, only fuelling his cockiness.

“You don’t care about the person you love, huh?” You whispered, your teeth gritted against one and other as your lips chapped from little gasps.

Peter shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t care because I don’t love you anymore.” He lied straight through his teeth. The truth is, throughout this entire relationship, he knew he had to lose you one day. Being Spider-man’s girlfriend put a red target on your innocence and he could bare to see you suffer. Only his current attitude helped him during this time he had known he’d have to do the second he met you.

He was so caught up in himself he didn’t comprehend you quick leave until he heard the slam of the door. But now Peter knew you were safe from everything in the superhero world.

Or so he thought.

Present time.

Green Goblin laughed as he knew he had cracked your already sensitive self. “Has he forgotten you?” The Spiderman had lost the girl. For good now he had her. He tutted as his hand patted her tear stained cheeks. “Did the sweet Peter Parker break your heart, Y/N?” He taunted, the yellow eye cut out staring straight into your eyes. Feeling your body go weak at the mental pain he had ensured, he laughed again into her face.

His laughter died off, feeling the mood turn serious instantly as his hands griped both sides of your face. A sharp object prodded at your back, as he knew where to take her for the world to see.

“Now I’m gunna break his heart.”

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 his head in his hands, staring at the suit he had not touched since he had lost you.

You.

Everything around him reminded him of what he gave up, what he dropped to protect the city which only lost the excitement of being Spiderman in the first place. He mourned you, cried over you as your scent was stuck on your once favourite jumper of his.

Peter grumpily grabbed his phone off his bedside table and went on social media. Every social seemed to be blowing up, people were crying and people were panicking. Peter felt his spider sense go off in a fury, panic now forming in the bottom of his stomach. And that’s when he saw.

Green Goblin held you at the top of the clock tower.

part two? i’ll do a happy and sad ending ;))

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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.

so adorable i might cry :((

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

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

Harry Lewis Masterlist

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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

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

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summary: and at that moment, peter felt himself lose everything as he held your body in his arms.

masterlist part one, part three.

peter parker x fem!reader

part two to: gone and forgotten.

warnings: extreme angst, sad ending, main character death, guilt and v sad i’m so sorry :(

there will be a happy ending i promise <3

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 left his apartment faster in his life. The boy had whipped on his Spider Suit on in record breaking time and left no time to waste before jumping straight out his window, only adjusting his webs when he had left the building; literally flying through the air.

His heart beat rapidly, feeling as if his bones were construction against it beating straight out his chest. His breath was uneven, inconsistent as the thought of losing you before he got to you ran through his flurry of thoughts.

He couldn’t bare to imagine the sight of you, how long had Green Goblin had you for? After his lying confession of tell you he has fallen out of love with you he assumed you would have dropped off the radar of being Spider-man’s weaknesses. But Osborn knew the man’s identity, he knew that Peter had lied straight through his teeth and still had a soft spot for you and only you.

Peter perched on the top of an electrical tower, stopping when he had noticed flashing lights and an obvious gain for attention. His eyes travelled the space in search for you, head turning in all directions for even a sign that you are here alive.

But nothing would prepare him to hear the unsettling cackle of a laugh he had heard one to many times before.

“Peter Parker.” He turned around to be met with Norman’s devilish grin hidden behind the teeth of his mask, not daring to think of the teasing eyes covered by the mask. Peter’s heart sunk to his stomach as his saw you. You looked so afraid, so weak, your body begging to be let go; whether the outcome would be good or bad.

“Norman, let her go.” Peter spoke through his gritted teeth, worry flooding his veins and letting its course run to his head. “Put her down now, leave her!” He sobbed through his mask, the tight fitting suit becoming suffocating to his lack of breath watching you hang from Green Goblin’s arms.

“Please! I’m here just take me! Anything to let her go!” Peter bargained. He didn’t care what happened to him now because as long as he knew you were safe, he’d be okay even if it meant him sacrificing all he has.

Goblin chuckled in your direction hearing the boy that still loved you scream in desperation at your demise. “Looks like he hasn’t forgotten you.” He taunted in your face, grinning at the fear creased into your precious face. Your bottom lip quivered, “Please.” you whispered feeling the blood ooze from your cut forming from your eyebrow to your cheekbone.

Osborn’s laughter stopped at you sudden words, having not spoken since he had caught you in the first place. Your words of retaliation made all the fun he had experienced so far stop, you had finally given up with his actions as he had become bored of toying with you in an instant.

As his smile dropped, so did you.

Seeing you fall felt like it was slow motion for Peter. Your hands were flying through the air in desperation of something catching your fall as your body dropped, your eyes followed upward as you saw the sick man smile at your falling figure.

Peter jumped up in an instant to catch you, reaching your level and hooking his arms around your waist, securing himself around you. Once his hands had touched you, if felt like he was where he belonged once again. With you. If only the circumstances were better, he would apologise for everything he ever did and never let go of your touch even if he was forced to.

He spam your body with his to soften your landing in comparison to you snapping your back. Both bodies fell with a thud on the metal walkway inside the clock tower, attempts of avoiding the glass falling after previously falling through it.

You were surprised when you didn’t come in contact with literal death after falling multiple feet, only just acknowledging the man clinging onto you, underneath you right now. You couldn’t quite make out what face he was pulling beneath the mask but the stuttered rise and falls of his chest gave away his sobs.

His hand placed itself on the back of your head, holding you close to him as possible as he spoke through a hoarse voice. “Are you okay?” You shook your head rapidly, already knowing that Goblin would not give up this easily much to you two’s dismay. You point proven as a bomb landed beside the close bodies.

Both of your heads snapped towards the object, Peter thinking in an instant and turning your body away from it, his back now facing the explosive. Hearing it explode made your entire body jolt in fear and heat settling in your body as the aftermath of the bomb hit the two of you like a wave. The floor beneath the two bodies fell, causing you to slip into the gap just made; Peter’s hand holding you from falling to your death.

Peter couldn’t have you up here. He knows Osborn will jump down here in a matter of seconds and will only harm you more than he has already. Thinking fast, He webbed your dominant hand and reluctantly dropped your weight to hang from the falling piece he is currently led on, he kept a firm grip on the web holding you up before leaning to attach it to the supports of the clockwork.

Before he could do so, Green Goblin had reached him and kicked him square in the chest causing Peter to drop the web holding you from the mess of clockwork beneath you.

The sudden loss of support made not only your heart drop, but you too as your feet landed awkwardly on the cogs of the running tower. You walked for a place to stand safely instead of crushing your feet in the twisting works, that was before you looked up and saw the Goblin’s Glider fall an inch next to you; completely and utterly destroying the level you were previously placed on.

The lack of flooring beneath your feet made you drop, gravity pulling you down. Multiple metal poles hitting your delicate body as you fell further and further to plummet into the hard ground.

Again, you felt a tug at your wrist making your body halt to a stop leaving you legs to dangle freely into the air. Looking up you saw Peter stare at your helpless frame as there was nothing you could do to save yourself in this moment, he watched as you silently thanked him before he felt two hands wrapped around his throat with his body pushed back against boxes of tools. Blissfully unaware of the web holding you up edging closer to the connection space between two working cogs.

Peter had fought to have the Green Goblin’s neck in between his wrapped webs, pulling on it with no mercy as his foot was rammed in the middle of the cog he presumed you were in danger to. It wasn’t until he heard your yell of “Peter” when he looked down to see his web edging closer and on the verge of snapping between his fingers. His eyes widened, desperation fuelling his finish for Green Goblin; but when he heard the snap of his web. His entire world stopped.

You body fell faster than before, but the situation feeling in slow motion. The flow of your clothes and hair felt almost graceful in the disparity of what fate you were about to painfully experience. You had decided to accept you fate as the image of the boy you loved grew smaller in the widening pupils of yours.

You knew you were going to die. You knew. As much as you would beg yourself to deny it and look at the brighter side, one cannot deny the truth and reality. The further you fell, the further your mind fell into the depths of your memories. You wish you could go back and do it all again one last time, experience the happiness you overlooked during the moment in time. You envy your past self. Oh, how naive you were to think things will only get better, but watching the boy who no longer loved you reach out for your hand. You accepted what was to happen.

The snap of you head hitting the floor echoed through Peter’s ears. He stared down at your webbed chest as his heart believed he had caught you, you were going to be okay and Peter would apologise for all he has done and sob profusely at the obvious lie that still stuck with you. But every other part of him knew.

Dropping down to your level, he detached you limp body from the web. He couldn’t feel himself breathing as he slumped to the floor, holding your dead body in his arms. His hands reached to the back of your head, fingers smoothing your hair over as he felt blood seep between his fingers and drip to the puddle on the floor.

He looked at your beautiful face through his thick layer of tears on the blink of release, admiring your rested and most vulnerable state. He delicately brushed loose hairs away from your face, blood smearing onto your forehead as Peter wanted to see your face properly one last time.

He whole body shook with sobs, gripping tightly onto you screaming “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” as he saw the love of his life at a loss of all life. He never got to say goodbye. Not one apology was said to you. No one was there for you in those three months. He let you believe no one cared. And you died thinking Peter no longer loved you.

He hates himself, Peter hates himself right now and always will. He couldn’t of made life worse for you. He wished you never met him, he never deserved you. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved a happy life full of everything you ever wanted, and Peter let that slip from his fingers.

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i’m so sorry there will be a happier version <3

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lists of my favourite tom holland fanfics arranged according to topic (this post is still being updated - I am hoping to post a new fic list every day or two)

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Famous!Reader

Dad!Tom

CEO!Tom

Enemies To Lovers

Friends To Lovers

Angst

Mob!Tom

Friends With Benefits

Singer!Reader

Peter Parker Favourites

Bodyguard!Tom

Teacher!Tom

Social Media Fics

Fake Dating

Sub!Tom

Frat!Tom

Boxer!Tom

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