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The Things We Never Talk About

Synopsis: A health scare reveals to Peter the things she never talks about, and worse, the things she keeps hidden for fear of speaking them into being.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (she/her pronouns); established relationship, angst, worry, fluff; Basically, if you’d like to suffer and then recover in 9k words, read this.

Warnings/Spoilers: health related concerns (spoiler warning: reproductive health is included), troubled family history, horrible mothers, mental illness, tragedies, mentions of other elements related to these issues. This is quite emotionally demanding, but ends on a positive note. Also, please note that the medical info in this is intentionally manipulated for the story’s convenience. For example, you cannot diagnose certain illnesses with a blood test, but one is used here. There aren’t any bogus claims or anything like that, but medical accuracy is sweked.

Words: 9.3K

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A half hour has passed since she received the call from Dr. Connely, and the same half hour has been spent staring at the wall farthest away from her work desk. No one has called her out for it yet, but then again, the office is mostly empty today. Few people choose to come in when the weather resembles the end times, but she happens to like torrential rain. It’s especially nice when you work on the first floor, rather than the 14th, but somehow not even the thundering of rain drops can distract her mind.

She doesn’t know what this means, for now or for the future.

She does, however, wish she hadn’t gone for that check-up. Yes, she would’ve been postponing the inevitable and embroiling both her and her partner in something entirely nebulous, but she just wishes she had more time.

Peter.

What kind of world is this, where at once you’re the happiest you’ve ever been, and then a six minute phone call severs the branch from under your feet?

Maybe she should’ve suspected something, or at least been more cautious, given the state of things. Family history being what it is for her, the likelihood of this outcome was sadly not that low.

And now it proves devastating.

Going home weighs heavy on both heart and mind, and ten blocks away the pitter-patter on the umbrella has become too much, so she puts it away. Not even two blocks later, she’s soaked to the bone but successfully distracted, at least temporarily. She knows Peter’s arrival isn’t that far away, and in a moment of fear, she considers not going inside and just meandering about in the storm.

Weiterlesen

another world [1]

after your boyfriend, peter parker, is killed by the green goblin, you take on the mantel of spiderwoman. a few years later, you're suddenly shoved into a multi-versal war after being called to another universe to help a (smaller) version of peter. a familiar face leaves you shaken.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x reader

CONTENT: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!!!!, mentions of suicide, angst angst angst angst, may parker deserves so much better and i apologize for putting her through this

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Here lies Peter Parker. Beloved son.

We shall meet again.

[Y/N] stands over his grave. There's a chill in the air, autumn has finally taken New York. She shivers, her coat a few sizes too big, and two hands make their way to her lapel to tuck the girl in tighter. May Parker let's out a sigh.

"We've got to get you a thicker coat," May says. There's a tired look in her eyes. The lines on her face seem deeper. She's pushing on fifty-two now. The grief has aged her far more. "You're going to freeze when December hits."

"This one was his, May," [Y/N] replies. The words make May take a temporary pause. "I can't just find a new one."

Wind sends the leaves skittering along the graves. The red and brown contrast greatly to the pure white bouquet of cleomes sat on the headstone. Spider flowers, [Y/N] thinks with a small smile. He'd appreciate the irony.

"I think Peter would rather you be warm and cozy in your own well-fitting coat than freezing to death in one of his old, worn, baggy ones," May eventually responded. [Y/N] wrapped her hands around her body, subconsciously pulling the coat even closer. She could still pretend it smelled like him if she tried hard enough. The warm scent of cinnamon with hints of oak and amber. The smell of home.

The older woman gave her a sad smile and comfortingly rubbed her back. "But, I understand. It's hard to let go of it when you can imagine it's him. You wouldn't believe how many of Ben's old flannels are still folded up in my dresser."

Quiet crept in again. [Y/N] could still remember Ben Parker's death, how Peter shut down, how May crumbled. How could that have been nearly eight years ago? May still had her days of darkness, when the grief became too much. She had lost a husband and a son. [Y/N] had watched this woman quite literally go through every mother's nightmare. How did she get out of bed? How did she go to work? How was she still breathing?

"How do you do it?" [Y/N] broke the silence, unable to hold her thoughts back any longer. "It's been three years, May, and I still wake up expecting him to be next to me. I still wait for a call, a text, letting me know he's going to be late to dinner again this week because he's gotten caught up with some robbery downtown. I come home from work and I wait. I wait for Peter to walk in with Chinese takeout, give me a kiss that takes my breath away, and sit down to explain his latest gadget idea to me. I look at the door and I wait. I wait it for to open and it never does."

A sob falls from her lips. Tears are streaming down her face openly now, though [Y/N] can't remember when they started. May embraces her, tightly, as if she's keeping the girl in one piece. They fall together as [Y/N]'s knees give in from the weight of it all. The ground is cold. The grass is dead. Peter's headstone has collected enough dirt to look beige. There is no sign of life, no sign of who he was. All of it is dull. It makes the sobs wrack through her body even harder.

The two women sit there for quite some time. May cradles [Y/N] in her arms, whispering soothing words in her ear as the waves of sorrow slowly become smaller and smaller. There's been a quiet understanding between them ever since Peter's passing. They were family now. Neither would ever grieve alone. Neither would ever be alone. This was not the first time May Parker had held her son's partner in her arms as she grieved the loss of her love, and it would not be the last.

"You won't believe me, but it does get easier," May speaks while gently petting the girl's hair. Her breath had finally evened out, she was fresh out of tears. "It took me almost three years to come to terms with Ben's passing. I'm still learning to live without him. Healing is not linear, darling. I know it seems like this is never ending, but you will make it through this. We'll both make it through this, together, hand in hand. I am never leaving you and you're sure as hell not leaving me on my watch."

[Y/N] let out a shaky laugh, pulling back from May to look level with her. There were a few tear streaks down the older woman's face and [Y/N] felt a pang of guilt. She hated upsetting May or making her worry even more than she already did. May gently pushed the hair out of her face and [Y/N] took her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, May," [Y/N] replied, placing a gentle kiss on the older woman's knuckle. "I'd miss your meatloaf too much."

May snorted, standing up and helping [Y/N] off the ground. "Now, there is no point in lying to me to butter me up," She joked, brushing the grass and dirt off the girl's coat. "Why don't you come back to the house for a bit? I'll make some tea. We could finally take a crack at that pumpkin bread recipe you've been talking about."

As if on cue, the shrill screech of a police siren broke May's created facade of a peaceful night. The women shared a look, [Y/N]'s full of remorse while May's held sorrow.

"Duty calls." [Y/N] sighed. She really did want to try that pumpkin bread recipe.

There was a beat. May opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. She didn't have to. [Y/N] already knew.

"I know, May," The girl spoke up. "He wouldn't want this for me, and you're right, but he also wouldn't want New York to be completely on its own. This city needs a hero, a symbol of hope. It's selfish, but this is for me too. Makes me feel like I'm carrying on his legacy, I guess. As long as there's a Spider, there's still a piece of Peter around."

It had been hard informing May of the double life Peter had been living after he passed, but what else could [Y/N] have told her? "Ah yes, your son died in a very tragic car accident and that's why his spine was shattered into pieces and I was left completely unharmed although I was also at the scene." Lying to May after losing him just felt wrong.

So [Y/N] told her everything, about Spiderman, about the Green Goblin and the Osborns. And a few months later, when [Y/N] decided to take her late boyfriend's place and protect New York, the first thing she did was tell May. May, of course, pleaded with the girl not to go any further with the idea of Spiderwoman, but [Y/N] had her mind set. She was going to protect New York, not only for her home state's sake, but for Peter's memory as well.

May sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop [Y/N] and there was no point in wasting both of their time. She'd been trying to put an end to this for two years now, but the girl was stubborn. Peter had called it "overly ambitious". May couldn't help but think that Ben could've put an end to this somehow, but it was just her now. She'd find a way eventually.

"If you need anything," May finally spoke. "I'll be home all night. I don't have night rounds at the hospital for the rest of this week. You stop by, no matter how late, okay? Peter's old bed is always there for you."

[Y/N] felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Peter's childhood bedroom. She'd spent at least four months after his death practically rotting away in his bed. There were so many memories from their teenage years in that room. She didn't know if she could face them again without deteriorating.

"Thanks, May," [Y/N] gave her a small smile. "I'll shoot you a text if I decide to stop by. In the meantime, pamper yourself. You work too hard."

The women shared a hug, May giving the girl a warm kiss on the cheek before they finally parted ways. [Y/N] watched May make her way out of the graveyard before leaning down to Peter's headstone. She gently sat her forehead against the stone and closed her eyes.

"I really, really hope you're proud of me."

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It was late. She'd been out for hours now, patrolling around the entire state of New York. Stopped a few break-ins, prevented some drug deals, the usual crime scene. It had been quiet ever since Norman Osborn's death. His passing was sudden, an apparent suicide. The news had sent [Y/N] into a fit of rage.

"That coward took the easy way out. After everything he's done, after Peter, it's over because of a fucking self-inflicted gunshot to the head? It was supposed to be me, May. I wanted to watch him bleed."

[Y/N] sat close to the top of the Empire State building. This had been her and Peter's hiding spot. She could remember the first time he had brought her up here, sometime during junior year, and the view had completely taken her breath away. Peter had taken her hand and told her he loved her for the first time. It truly felt like they could've conquered the world together.

She took a breath, attempting to let herself relax for the first time in a few days. She was exhausted; her head was pounding and her body ached. It was a lot more difficult to do the job that Peter left behind without any super-human abilities. She was extremely lucky all of his equipment hadn't taken damage, trying to follow Peter's notes and blueprints felt like reading a foreign language. It was a miracle she hadn't taken life-threatening injuries yet, though she had ended up on May's doorstep needing help getting patched back up more times than she'd like to admit. Thank God for May Parker.

The wind up this high was chilling. It seemed to bite, but it held a certain familiarity that brought comfort. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the structure of the building. The red and blue of the suit reflected against the metal. She had managed to adjust Peter's old suit enough to get it to fit her smaller frame. She was cold. She never used to be cold up here.

Her eyes were getting heavier and it was dangerous to stay up this high, but she couldn't seem to care. She gave in almost at once, letting her eyes drift shut. I'll just rest my eyes for a minute, she thought. It's not like anyone will find me up here.

There was a brief moment of complete silence. No city sounds, no wind, she could barely hear the steady intake of her own breath. It was calm, almost as if she had made her way to the end of the world. A bright, nearly blinding light made [Y/N] squeeze her eyes shut tighter. What the hell?

The noise resumed. Cars honked, people yelled. [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the effect of the light, and noticed that the sun had risen. Had she accidentally fallen asleep and slept until morning? She'd have to send May a text. She always sent May an "I'm Ok! :)" after patrol. The woman must be worried sick.

[Y/N] made her way off of the building, slipping her mask back on and beginning to swing home. The sounds of Jonah Jameson's voice echoed through Times Square. Since when had he begun filming his episodes? She could've sworn the reporter only did his podcast.

J. Jonah Jameson sat at a desk, a stack of papers in his hand. His voice seemed to echo through the city. "Spider-Man continues his era of chaos with no remorse—"

That was weird. She had sworn everyone had switched to referring to the vigilante as Spiderwoman ever since the change had become more apparent. Also, when did Jameson go bald? He looked just... slightly off.

The reporter's rant on the hero continued. "When will you cease this meaningless destruction? After your betrayal to Mysterio, it's a miracle you have any public support remaining at all."

Mysterio? Who the hell was Mysterio?

The girl stopped, perching herself on the edge of a building and looking at the screen expectantly. She couldn't remember fighting a "Mysterio". There hadn't been a big bad in New York since the Goblin.

"It's time this little round of show-and-tell was put to an end," Jameson continued. "When will you face the facts? For the betterment of this city, you should be put behind bars. It's time you turned yourself in, Peter Parker."

[Y/N] felt her stomach drop.

The screen flashed. A photo of a teenaged boy was put on display. The words "PUBLIC ENEMY #1" were plastered over his face. Footage followed of the man Mysterio, accusing Peter of attempting to kill him. He revealed his identity and screen went to black.

[Y/N] could see Jameson's face appear back on the screen, but she couldn't hear a word he spoke. Something was extremely wrong here. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy that they had shown.

That's wasn't Peter.

Lover [andrew!p.parker]

SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME SO DON’T READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT!!

 pairings: andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, crying, hugging?? kissing :P

(an: this is a request with specific looks so uhhh, she’s gonna have certain looks but you can try to ignore it. black/brown eyes, long brunette hair, short, dark skin, Peter = Andrew (T) Peter = Tom’s Peter

summary: summary: peter lost y/n and gwen at the same time. whilst ned and mj are trying to locate y/n and peter they grab the wrong versions. but it seems these two know eachother better then everyone thought.

As sparks formed a circle in the distance, Ned and Mis curiosity peaked.

“Do that again.” MJ told Ned as they got up from their seats. “Find Y/n L/n.” As he spoke and twirled his hands a portal opened up in-front of them. Through the portal they could see her, looking around, she was being thrown out of an apartment. “That’s her!” Ned yelled, “Y/n Y/n here!” She turned around to the sound of people shouting her name. “Ned?” “Yeah come on.” “Y/n!” MJ shouted.

“You’re not our Y/n, are you?” MJ questioned as the pair developed a defensive stance, slowly she picked up a piece of bread and chucked it at her. “Ow, why? Why would you do that MJ?” Y/n spoke as she rubbed her arm, “I just wanted to see uh something, if you’re a hologram or something.” MJ spoke. “I- I’m not. I was at my apartment with my boyfriend, my Peter Parker and I uh stepped out for a second when I was just here. I went back inside my apartment after a day and a couple kicked me out then you guys got me. What year is it? The technology looks uh advanced.” Y/n questioned the duo. Ned looked at her, his eyes warming up, “2024.” Y/n eyes widened as a state of shock took over. 

“20- 2024? That’s, 12 years ahead. Wow.” “You’re from 2012?” MJ asked as her curiosity peaked towards this version of her best friend. “Yeah, 2012. If I’m here, you’re telling me that the theory of a multi-dimensional reality is real? A-and matter displacement?” She gawked, “Yeah I guess. But um no offence but we’ve gotta find our Y/n and Peter.” MJ spoke, “Ouch. But uh go ahead.” 

“Find Peter Parker.” Ned said as he repeated the motion with his hands, “Try again.” MJ encouraged Ned, “Find Peter Parker!” Sparks began to appear in front of them as another portal opened in front of them as Y/n stepped back carefully, “Come here.” MJ told her as she walked to stand with the trio. 

“Peter! Peter!” The two of them shouted as through the portal they could see Peter as Spider-Man. “Is that you’re Peter?” She whispered as MJ nodded furiously. Peter looks back at them as he begins to pick up his pace and jog towards the portal, Ned, MJ and Y/n look at each other with smiles on their faces, “Does this mean I get to go home soon?” MJ intertwined their hands and nodded with a smile. “Well in that case, Come on Peter! I don’t mind meeting another Peter Parker!” Y/n encouraged the masked Peter.

“Wait can you quickly go grab my phone, we need to see if there’s been any sightings of the Green Goblin and the rest of them.” Ned asked Y/n, “Uh sure where is it?” “Up the stairs to the left.” He spoke with a smile, she nodded and made her way up as she ran into Ned’s grandma, “Hi!” Y/n spoke nervously, “Y/n! Hello!” She spoke with an accent as she walked past. 

Huh, I guess she knows me in this world too. Okay, Ned’s room looks pretty similar in this reality too. Where is his frickin phone!

-Meanwhile Downstairs-

“Crawl around.” MJ told him as she picked up another piece of bread, “Crawl around?” Peter spoke, “Crawl around.” MJ said as she motioned with her pointer finger, “Why do I need to crawl around?” Peter questioned, “Cause it’s not enough.” MJ defended, “This is plenty.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is.” “No it’s not!”  “Yeah it is!” Peter spoke as they hopelessly went back and forth, “Nu-uh.”    “How do I stick to the ceiling?” He questioned, as MJ launched another bread roll. “Do it.” “Ned, (I legit couldn’t find what she says in Tagalog soooo) 

“My Lola was asking if you could just, get the cobweb there since you’re like up there.” Ned asked him, “Yeah of course.” Peter said as he put his mask in his mouth and proceeded to crawl along the wall and get the cobweb down. “Thank you.” Lola said to him as he hopped down and cleaned off his hand before having them wide open, “We g-” His voice came out muffled due to his mask which he promptly took out, “We good?” “For now.” MJ said as Lola turned around.

 “Hold on, if I’m here then you’re telling me that the theory of a multi-dimensional reality is real? A-and matter displacement?” Peter questioned MJ and Ned. “That’s what she just said.” Peter stared at them, “Who?” “I’m going to bed, Y/n’s coming down!” 

Peter’s heart began to race after hearing her name, “Y/n?” MJ looked at him, “Yeah, she’s not our Y/n we tried to find the real one, but we got the wrong one just like we tried finding the real Peter and found you instead.” MJ explained as she came down the stairs and around the corner, “Ouch.” The two exclaimed in unison. As she turned the corner Peter’s eyes widened as a race of emotions flooded through him. Love. Sadness. Happiness. All at once.

His Y/n.

“I got you’re ph-one.” Y/n stumbled, “Oh my god, Peter!” Y/n gawked as a smile forced it’s way onto her face. “You two know each other?” Ned and MJ questioned, confused. “He’s my Peter!” Y/n smiled happily. The world slowed down as everything around him became blurred, his hearing? Muffled. Surroundings? Blending. Eye sight? Blurred. Tears began rolling down his face.

“Y/n?” He croaked out, “Yeah Peter it’s me! I’m sorry I stepped out of the apartment and then I was just here next.” Y/n spoke as she handed Ned his phone. “Peter?” Y/n spoke worried as she saw his tears. “I, you.” He scrambled his words as he stumbled into the wall behind him as she walked towards him more concerned then ever. “What’s wrong Pete?” Peter’s face twitched into a smile at the sound of his nickname. She bent down to his level as he was on the floor now.

Ned and MJ couldn’t help but fold at the scene in front of them, as they watched lovingly the door opened and in stepped Peter and May, “Hey what’s going on who are they?” (T) Peter asked promptly being shushed by MJ and Ned. 

“We were trying to find you and Y/n and accidentally brought other dimensional versions of them here. They’re from the same universe but that Peter is from the future, where that Y/n dies. That Y/n is from a few years earlier and she just thinks that’s her Peter which it is but she doesn’t know what happens so it’s a pretty emotional scene.” MJ whisper-explained as Peter shook his head in understanding. “How cute. Y/n is at her parent’s house. She’s coming later.” May told the trio.

“Hey, hey look at me Peter.” Y/n said as she lifted his chin to make him look at her. “I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m here. I’m here.” She cooed. “You are?” Peter cried. “I’m here love. I am. Always. I love you,” Y/n promised as she kissed his forehead.

“I love you more Y/n.” Peter smiled as the two embraced.

“Aww.” The others spoke as they cried, holding each other for comfort. “I’m guessing you’re the other Peter Parker?” Peter and Y/n laughed as they got up.

(T) Peter looked down at his suit and laughed, 

“How’d you guess?”

I Got You [andrew!peter parker]

requested (anon)

pairings: Andrew!Peter Parker x Reader

warnings: fluff, harmless following <3

an: italics = peters thoughts

REQUESTS ARE OPEN I WRITE FOR ANYTHING :) 

NO SPOILERS AT ALL FOR NWH (SET IN TASM)

As she walked down the busy streets with her friend, Gwen, Y/n failed to notice the spandex wearing, spider-web slinging hero following her from above. “I totally didn’t notice Gwen! Thank you oh thank you for opening my eyes.” She giggled as her friend pulled a “shocked” face. “Well if it wasn’t for me he would’ve never given you his number! Your welcome, Your Highness Y/n.” Gwen spoke as she nudged Y/n’s arm. 

Number? Who’s number? Why are you taking other guys’ number?

“Oh whatever Gwen.” Y/n giggled, “This is my stop, Y/n/n.” Gwen said, “You’re sleeping over tonight, right?” Y/n nodded, “But I have to go do file a few things at Oscorp, I’ll be back by 3.” Gwen got up to her doorstep and looked back, “Good to know, I’ll see you later!” Y/n waved as she walked away smiling.

God she look’s pretty.

Y/n walked a few minutes before attempting to cross the road. Key word, attempting. As she walked across looking down at the pavement as usual with her headphones in she missed the huge OSCORP labelled truck barrelling down the road towards her. C’mon Y/n look around! Peter said as he sprung into action.

“I got you!” He shouted,  as he swung down and scooped Y/n up by her waist, “Ah!” She screamed as she grabbed onto the nearest solid thing, Peter. As they effortlessly swung through the air, Peter couldn’t help but smile under his mask, he was so close to his crush. Y/n’s excited squeals filled Peter’s ears as they continued to swing around NYC until landing on top of a tall building.

“Oh my god!” Y/n spoke as she tried not to have her heart explode out of her chest as adrenaline pumped through her. “That- you.” Y/n stumbled over her words as she tried to catch her breath, “You saved me! Thank you so much.” She spoke with a smile on her face. “Uh no problem!” Spider-Man spoke as he tried to alter his voice. 

As Y/n looked up her eyes dilated at the sight of the man in front of her. “You’re, holy shit, you’re Spider-Man!” She gushed as Peter awkwardly stood trying to contain himself. “Yeah! I am! I mean uh-uhm, yeah. You should really start looking left and right Y/n.” Peter explained to the teen, “How do you know my name?” She enquired, “Well I was swinging in the neighbour-hood when someone said your name, next thing I knew you’re in-front of a truck.”

Great save idiot. Couldn’t have just pointed to her name tag?

Y/n’s shirt had an Oscorp name tag on the right. “And uh you have a name tag.” Peter explained to her. “Oh yeah! That makes sense, well uh thanks for the save down there and I’m late! Damn it.” Y/n sighed, “I can take you there, or y’know swing you there.” He said as he slowly stepped closer, “You’d be a life saver thanks.” She gushed as she stepped closer, Peter wrapped his arm around her waist as Y/n placed a hand on his chest and another around his back, locking herself in.

Spider-Man extended his arm which shot out a web and they were off! Left and right they dodged buildings as people shouted, “Spider-Man! It’s Spider-Man! Holy shit Spider-Man! He probably saved her! We love you!” Their time was cut short as they reached the Oscorp building, “Here we are.” Y/n smiled, “Thank you so much, for y’know. I gotta go but it was great meeting you!” 

“Y/n!” A co-worker of hers shouted at her, “C’mon! It’s Harry’s birthday!” The woman shouted at her, “Gotta run bye! Nice to meet you!” 

Peter sighed, “Nice to meet you too.”

Fucking stunning.

blood-splattered angels [tasm!Peter x assassin!fem!reader]

My own take on my TASM prompt challenge (open to anyone who feels like writing; it’s not a competition or exclusive).

Summary: THIS PROMPT - Spider-Man is kidnapped and held hostage by a mob. And then they make their biggest mistake - sending you the address. 

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: John Wick-level violence, death, blood, gunfire, whump, torture, male nudity/degradation, panic attacks, noncon voyeuristic photography, mobster-style shootout, description of flu symptoms, vomit, strong language, badass!reader, OP’s awful attempt at writing broken English in a Russian accent. 

This was bad. Really bad.

Peter was starting to come out of it, his dazed eyes flickering open—senses bombarded with harsh fluorescent light.

His face was wet with blood, sweat, and yes—he wasn’t ashamed to admit it—tears. The bile on his tongue was so putrid, he thought he’d throw up. Again. Maybe his actual stomach this time.

His body ached and shuddered uncontrollably. It felt like the worst flu of his life, and whatever he thought Ebola probably felt like. Every inch of his skin hurt. What little strength he had left in his muscles was depleting with every involuntary tremble.

He was having a very bad day.

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