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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

summary: it’s time for tony to get married in london. but after y/n is insulted by a guest, she seeks comfort in a close friend, peter parker.

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based off the friends episode, The One With Ross’ Wedding: Part 2.

peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: none really, fluff? basically just a friends episode!

word count:

please don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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tony stark’s wedding day.

a day many thought would never come. but boy did tony prove them wrong when he met ms pepper potts.

leaving for london was stressful, attempting to pass the news reporters who were trying to get an inside look on the wedding plans proved to be harder than everyone thought. after sam and bucky flipping all press off, they seemed to finally back away.

entering london was amazing, the chill evening breeze sent most into a frenzy, clearly unprepared for classic british weather.

wearing a suitable red dress, you walked behind your father and soon-to-be mother in law, into the venue for the rehearsal dinner.

as guests started flooding in, you became more uncomfortable with the situation. being at your fathers wedding as a 17 year old? wouldn’t say it was a delight being bombarded with questions on whether you have found your ‘true love’.

looking to the right, you saw steve and natasha come in with arms linked.

your father and pepper greeted them with hugs and warm welcome, you doing the same. natasha adored you really, you always prided yourself at the fact that you were the favourite avenger of the former assassin.

“oh sorry we’re late!” natasha apologised instantly. everyone shrugging her excuse off politely.

though she continued, “my fault, i insisted on riding the tube.”

steve gasped, hands covering your ears as an instinct. “nat, the kids!” he whisper yelled.

tony looked at you with an unimpressed face with pepper laughing into his shoulder.

“steve, that’s what they call the subway.” natasha sighed, sending you a apologetic look.

steve slowly removed his hands from your ears, his stiff posture softening.

“oh, i thought...” he continued.

“steve, steve, we got it, we got it.” you sighed before he could continue explaining a visual you would rather not imagine.

you all stood there, bathing in an uncomfortable silence and they all unintentionally had the thought running through their mind.

natasha cut off the awkward silence, “you guys really went full out for this wedding didnt you!” she exclaimed, eyes roaming the clearly expensive venue.

“of course we did!” tony was quick to answer, “i’m a stark, what else do you expect? besides, this may be the only wedding we get to throw!” he laughed, rubbing your forearm and his joke was directed to you.

your smile turning into a scowl, “a joke that’s funny in all countries!” you said, taking on the sarcastic acts of your father.

over to ned and peter, they were both hovering at a doorframe near where you had just been previously.

peter had asked ned to go with him, the boy barely knew anyone here. but did he care? no! he was at an avengers wedding for crying out loud! but the hopeless romantic was missing his girlfriend, his juliet to his romeo, his true love, his- yeah he missed betty.

“sir?” a waiter informed the two of them of his presence.

ned, noticing the plate of food he was holding, couldn’t help but inspect.

“what’s in it?” he questioned.

“goat cheese, watercress and pancetta.” the waited responding like he had been told the information at birth.

peters eyebrows raised at the amount of flavours tony had requested. well he wasn’t surprised, come on tony’s a billionaire, he’d spend all the wedding money on the food if he could.

ned looked at the food and back up at the waiter, a permanent frown resting on his face.

“thats not food!” he shook his head slowly.

watching the waiter pass him, he muttered “no, i don’t, no...”

peter sent the waiter an apologetic look as if he was insulted by his best friends words.

ned hit his best friend on the arm, gaining his attention back on him rather than the grooms daughter.

“everything’s different here!” he whined.

“i want to go home!” ned insisted, throwing his arms around.

peter shook his head, however ned continued. “i-i miss my family, i miss the school, don’t, don’t question why i miss that!”

“i cant even remember what betty looks like!” he cried like he was in mortal danger.

peter let out a big sigh, “ned, it’s been three days.”

“okay, you’re just a little homesick. okay, would you just try to relax and just... just enjoy yourself” peter knew how much this day meant for tony, the guy wouldn’t stop ranting to the poor kid about it.

ned squinted his eyes, pointing a finger a peters face. “you’re different here too.”

peter leaned back while pulling a face as if he had just been accused of being spiderman. like, who thinks of that!

“you’re mean in england.”

ned stormed off as peter held his hands up in defence. he really couldn’t mess this day up for mr stark being best man and all.

he set himself a few rules before coming on the trip:

1) try to memorise your toast off by heart, and add funny jokes!!

2) try not to get too drunk so you dance around in your spiderman suit

3) try your best at holding a conversation, don’t make it awkward... basically don’t act weird peter?

4) try your hardest at not staring at y/n that night because mr stark will literally kill you

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standing up, peter got ready to make his toast.

all eyes turned to him, well that didn’t help his stress. you looked next to you as peter stood up, sending him a ‘good luck’ smile.

as soon as peter saw that smile, he forgot his whole speech. time to improvise.

“um, i’d like to toast to mr st- tony and pepper,” he began stuttering.

“of course my big toast will be tomorrow at the wedding so this is kind of my little toast, or melba toast if you will.” he paused for a laugh.

no one laughed. everyone just looked at each other questioning what he meant. you had to restrain yourself from cringing already.

with peters smirk falling, he cleared his throat ready to continue.

“okay. i’ve known tony for a not-so-long time.. well long time for me. not really long for him because he’s in his- you know what i’m going to move on.” he corrected himself.

“actually, i knew him when he was going out with that woman and i thought things were really going to work out for them until the day he overinflated her.” peter let out a forced laugh, trying to get the audience to laugh with him, not at him.

peters gaze went to you to see your head in your hands, clearly cringing at him.

suddenly feeling embarrassed, he let out a strained “oh, dear god.”

“and i’m sure we are all very excited that tony and pepper are getting married at montgomery hall. i mean to think, my friend.. you’re my friend right mr stark?” the poor boy whisper to the uncomfortable adult who had to witness the kid he called an avenger embarrass himself like this.

tony quickly nodded, letting peter go back to his speech “ my friend getting married in monty hall.”

the silence was suffocating everyone in the room.

peter was now aggravated, “oh come on. monty hall? let’s make a deal! come on you people!”

you had to literally dodge his flailing arms he expressed while yelling at all the poor guest. you would definitely have to apologise to tony about this later.

“all right, forget it! congratulations tony and pepper.” he sulked, falling back into his seat.

rule number one AND three failed.

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you and peter were sat close together, you sat upright while he had his head in one hand, hiding from everyone he had just embarrassed himself in front of.

“i was laughing” you tried to convince him.

“out loud?” he whined, although finding your attempts to make him feel better sweet.

letting out a deep sigh, “well i didn’t want everyone to think i was stupid!”

peter chuckled at your response, lifting his head to look at you. you gave him a comforting smile, him returning the gesture.

“so how you doing?” he said trying to move the subject off of him.

looking back at your father, you shook your head “my fathers driving me crazy. but he’s getting married. i’m happy!”

removing your gaze off your father, you faced peter to see that he had been looking at you the whole time.

“i’m not going to let anything spoil that” you smiled.

hearing footsteps behind you, your body turned the direction you thought it came in. you were met with a tall blonde girl, dress bunched up at the thighs, clearly drunk off her ass.

stumbling into the seat next to you, the girl slurred “i just wanted to say that tony is a wonderful man.”

pointing to peter, you responded “thanks? we like him.”

her face turned into a realisation, “my god. you were clearly an accident with one of his hook ups!”

laughing loudly, she patted you on the shoulder “don’t blame the mother for handing you over!”

your face fell, pushing the intoxicated girl off your arm lightly, you faced peter to see him with an also uncomfortable expression.

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it wasn’t a surprise you found yourself at the drinks section.

peter followed you helplessly, trying to get the words of that nasty woman out of your head.

“she was hammered okay, there’s no way someone would give you up like that.” peter practically begged you to forget the nonsense you had just heard.

“then why would she say it?” you complained, grabbing another bottle to down like the previous.

“because she’s insane, okay! she came up to me earlier and thanked me for my very moving performance in titanic!” he exclaimed, although none of this was making you feel better.

shaking your head, you turned away from peter “oh, my fathers right. i’m never gunna get married.”

peter scoffed immediately, “you know what? that is... who wouldn’t want you?”

oh that’s rule number 4 broken. way to go peter!

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tony sprinted into peters room, yelling unknown words that would definitely annoy the neighbours.

pushing peters door open, tony screamed at the top of his lungs “i’m getting married today! whoo- hoo!”

the loud noise startled peter, pulling the covers up his bare chest even more.

“morning mr stark” he matched tony’s noise level.

“i’m getting married today!”

“yeah you are!”

“whoo-hoo!”

tony cheerfully skipped out peters room and headed for steve and natasha’s room to do the same to them.

once the door shut, your head came out from under the covers, with messed up hair and the clothes you had on from last night, on the floor.

“do you think he knew i was here?”

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there will be a part two!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

summary: peter and y/n stepped a little over the friendship boundaries last night, what does this mean for them? they don’t have time to think, it’s tony stark’s wedding day.

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warnings: sex references, fluff and that’s pretty much it!

based off the friends episode, The One With Ross’ Wedding: Part 2.

the part two to this!

peter parker x fem!stark!reader

dont steal any of my work, thanks!

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did you really just sleep with your best friend?

or your fathers intern? on his wedding day.

oh god, were you screwed.

both of you were sat up against the headboard of the bed, neither of you saying anything. just an awkward silence between the two of you.

the covers were pulled up against your chest, not quite ready for him to see you in such a vulnerable state while you were both sober.

“well, i- ive never done that with you before!” peter chuckled, you laughing along.

but the awkward silence crept up at you again, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

what do you say to the guy you just slept with while you were drunk and unstable? ‘thanks?’ oh no, no, you do not say that.

“..nope!” you laughed dryly, feeling the need to respond to the boy wrapped up in the covers next to you.

“so, erm, how are you? hi, are you okay?” he winced at hearing his own words. failing rule number 3 all over again, making the conversation awkward.

suddenly taking interest to the wall next to you, you muttered “yep, yep.. you?”

“oh yes!” he said a little too enthusiastically, “yes, yes, uh huh.. you?”

he turned to you when he said that, this was the first time you had made eye contact since you had stumbled into his room and got lost in each other.

you furrowed your brows at him, “we did you.” he stated. you nodded along with him.

“well, i better get going”

“oh yeah absolutely!”

you began shuffling over to the end of the bed, stopping when you were now fully awake that you were completely naked under his cover.

trying to manoeuvre your way out of the bed without exposing yourself to him, turned out to be a struggle.

“could.. could you not look?” you sighed after realising that there was no way of getting out of this situation without making it awkward for the both of you.

slowly turning his head away from you, he said “i don’t want to look” a little bit too forceful.

if there was a top ten chart for the most awkward situations ever, this would at least make it to the top five.

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peter came out of the bathroom, previously being in the shower. he had a robe wrapped around his dripping body and white socks pulled up.

ned stood up off his bed hearing his best friends’ presence.

“hey, have you seen y/n?” he asked casually.

peter stood back and immediately answered “i’m not seeing y/n!”

peters eyes were wide, and his skin suddenly became very hot. a confused ned was taken aback by his friends change in attitude.

the room became silent again, the awkward silences really are a part of peter.

“what?”

“what?”

the two of them practically had a stare off in that moment, neither of them really knowing what the other meant.

“look whatever, we got to find her the ceremony is soon!”

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you trailed behind natasha and steve, all three of you gawking at the scenery.

the place was light up with fairy lights, chairs placed so specifically facing towards the altar.

you could only wish your wedding would look like this.

“psst, y/n” you heard next to you.

“you bet your ass i’m going to make your wedding look better” natasha winked, a smile wide on your face.

“better than this? come on nat, that’s pretty hard to beat.” you scoffed, how could you want anything more than what is here right now.

“we have our ways” steve included himself in the conversation.

“we aren’t kidding, y/n. we would have you there with you soon-to-be husband,” she pointed to the main centrepiece, “guests right here!” steve clapped his hands, getting over excited.

“oh, and people like your dad, us, peter-“

“peter?” you squeaked.

steve and nat both turned to you, “why would i care were peter is?” you forced out.

a fake laugh erupted from the back of your throat, both nat and steve stared you down with furrowed brows.

“you know, uh...” you began fiddling with you hands.

“sometimes i don’t even like peter!” you scoffed nonchalantly, only confusing the couple even more.

they both nodded as if they agreed, “okay?”

could this day be any more awkward?

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the wedding had begun.

all the guests were sitting in the once empty chairs you pointed out, the scent of burning candles flooding your senses. the band playing ever so beautifully topped the whole scene off.

you father, tony stark, was actually getting married. you couldn’t be more proud of him, any happier for him.

walking down the isle, arms linked with non other than the boy you had slept with just that night before, peter parker.

to say you were uncomfortable was an understatement.

leaning over your shoulder ever so slightly, he whispered “what we did last night was...”

“stupid” you finished for him.

he shook his head and laughed, “totally crazy and stupid.”

joining in on the laugh, you chucked “what were we thinking?”

leaning into your touch even more, “but i’m coming to your room tonight, right?”

you licked your lips as you felt a smirk forming on your face, “oh yeah, definitely”

and you walked to your designated spaces.

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so i didn’t want it to go over even more so... part three??

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐘𝐑’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

here are all my works!

requests are closed! :)

ask to be added to the taglist and which characters this occurs to <3

ps. i try to write my work to match everyone, please let me know if i don’t so and i will correct myself, thanks!

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PETER PARKER

MASON MOUNT

MISCELLANEOUS

ERAS TOUR

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

summary: peter and y/n just want some time alone, but with avengers left and right, this seems to be a struggle for the teens.

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based off the friends episode, The One With Ross’ Wedding: Part 2.

peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: basically they are trying to find a place to have sex? embarrassment (but when is there not), and fluff!

part one, part two.

word count: 1.5K +

please don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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the wedding was truly beautiful.

seeing your father marry the woman he would brag about to you the second he got home from their date, brought a few tears to your eyes.

but now it was your favourite part of the day, the food.

the after party was in swing, guests dancing with one and other and the usual bucky and sam arguing in the background.

you felt a hand tug you away from your meal. unimpressed, you turned around to be faced with your favourite brunette.

he was scratching the back of his head while walking closer to you, “hey..” he started off.

you repeated his words, looking around you to see if anyone was watching this encounter happening. because if they were, they could easily read your faces and instantly know what happened last night.

“oh, wow, i hope you don’t take this the wrong way but.” your heart dropped at his words, already knowing what he was about to say.

“i know we had plans to meet up tonight, and..” he scoffed at himself, but he knew this what he had to do for everything to go back to normal.

“ah, i’m just, i’m kind of worried about what it might do to our friendship.”

nodding your head slowly, you agreed to the boy in front of you. both of you had clearly shown you were ashamed of what you had previously done over this day. “i know” you said quietly.

“how could we have let this happen?” you looked up to him.

“seven times!” he growled, you doing the same.

with your stark brain, you came up with an excuse that you benefit both of you. “well, you know, look. we were away.”

peter smirked at you and your ways, “in a foreign, romantic country.” he winked.

giving him the utensils you were just using to scoop up your food onto the plate, you said “i blame london” while shrugging your shoulders.

peter whacked the food with the utensil you just gave him, yelling “bad london!”

most guests looked over at the two of you, wondering why in hell peter had just hit the mashed potatoes.

“so, look, um while we’re still in london,” you mentioned. “i mean, we can keep doing it right?”

peter was ecstatic with your thought, “well, i don’t see that we have a choice!” he nodded over enthusiastically.

walking around you, he leaned towards the other row of food stacked on the table. still holding his conversation with you, “but when we are back, we don’t do it.” you raised your eyebrows, nodding in his direction, “only here.”

neither of you spoke for a moment, both processing your words. wondering, did you really want to stop this when you got back?

“you know, i saw a wine cellar downstairs…” he whispered in your ear, trying to ignore the odd looks from natasha who was staring down the young avengers.

“meet you there in two minutes.”

“kay!” peter threw his plate into the food, skipping joyfully out of the room.

the black widow made her way over to you, as you frantically checked your appearance for the boy waiting downstairs for you.

you felt nat tap you on the back, turning around quickly, you were met with the classic smirk plastered on her face.

“i gotta ask you a question.” she inquired.

“now?” you spoke quickly, wishing to waste no time without being wrapped up in peters arms.

“you know, there are a lot of handsome guys here, don’t you think?” she winked, wanting to investigate this sudden change in dynamic with the spider boy.

you gulped, “really? wow i, i didn’t notice!” you coughed. of course you didn’t look at the other people here, you had the one you wanted waiting for you right now.

you didn’t listen to natasha’s words after yours, you were too busy trying to fix the dress you had on, trying to show off your best features.

noticing nat was still talking, you gripped her shoulders “nat, i cant listen right now i’m sorry! i need to go to the toilet, bye!” you rushed off, leaving the romanoff to only look further into the investigation with you and peter.

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after waiting in the wine cellar for a total 30 minutes, you got frustrated and returned to where you previously were.

you were surprised to see peter back at the table off food considering he was the one that suggested to go down there in the first place.

“where were you? we were supposed to meet in the wine cellar?” you ran up to the boy, hovering by his side.

“forget it. that’s off.” he responded in a monotone voice, frustrated too.

“why?” you asked almost desperately, you wanted him and now her doesn’t want you?

“the next tour of the wine cellar will commence in two mi- i- inutes..” you heard a extremely drinker thor yell right in your ear from behind you.

all your worries of peter not wanting you were washed out after the drunken asgardain’s laughter filled the hall, peter smiling at you in the process.

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walking down the hall to your room, you and peter were holding hands while discussing all the things you could do.

“look in the middle of everything, if i scream the word ‘yippee’ just ignore me.” he spoke like is was dead serious, you laughing at his antics.

you unlocked your door to your room you were staying in for the mean time, peters handing hot on your back, begging for you already.

the last person you expected to see sat on your bed was sam wilson.

you and peter let out the most comical gasps someone possibly could, “oh my god, sam. hi!”

“oh hello, sam” peter coughed awkwardly.

“y/n.” he said sternly, no joke, your heart stopped.

“nat told me your were sleeping with someone.” he said crossing his arms while staring you down.

your eyes widened as peter choked on his own spit.

“w-what?” you whispered, wondering how in the hell she figured this out, and told sam!

“she noticed you sneaking out, at first i thought you were sleeping with bucky-“

peters jaw clenched, “not bucky.” her swallowed.

“i know it wasn’t bucky, spider boy. that old man hasn’t left my side and there’s no way he would be able to score you!” he pointed at you, while squinting his eyes at peter.

you didn’t exactly know what to say. as normal, an awkward silence flooded the room.

“so, y/n, who is this lucky man?” he jumped up and down, clapping his hands together ready for the answer.

you instantly shook your head, “no, no! i’m not sleeping with anyone right now!”

sam hit his hands on the bedside table, “damn it! should have never trusted that red head!” he scoffed.

suddenly the phone rang, it was bucky asking where sam was ironically. while sam was preoccupied with the former winter soldier, you and peter snuck out the room.

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hey new readers 09/01/22!!

i’m picking this series back up soon and it is NOT discontinued, see you soon <3

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

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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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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can write nwh fics if you want now! <3

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: after the spell in which everyone forgets peter parker ever existed, there’s only one place he needs to go to fulfil his promise.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

masterlist.

peter parker (tom holland) x fem!reader

warnings: angst, spoilers for nwh, sad peter PLEASE ALL I WRITE IT ANGSTY PETER SEND ME REQUESTS OMFG crying rn omfg

don’t steal any of my work thanks!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 drowned out Peter’s borderline empty apartment was slowly killing him. There was zero presence of any upbeat opportunities that surrounded the downing form of Peter Parker.

It had been a long week and a half since everything completely changed. He was no longer hunted 24/7 and found an empty space in the position of the ‘guy in the chair’.

Peter was not used to Ned leaving a single minute without messaging the boy, not a single sign of him begging to build the lego death star while playing all the movies on repeat together. His phone never lit up once with the message of his once best friend. But to him, never existed.

The pain would never settle in Peter’s chest. The boy had lost everything.

The one person he went to for everything didn’t have a single clue this boy existed. No evidence to prove so as if Peter became so irrelevant to everyone and everything after suffering with a couple days of an identity revealed.

After spotting his previous longtime best friend in the café, Peter could swear his heart sunk right then and there. The memories he shared with Ned, he would treasure forever. Begging to have him back the way he was, he needed someone for him right now.

But seeing the former friend furrow his brows at the man tearing up infront of him, Peter knew. He had lost him.

Peter often wondered, ‘Would May have forgotten me?’

But that question sends Parker into a pit of never ending despair as her voice still rings through his head at any given moment.

He misses her dearly. So very much.

He could use her right now. May would have always always understood even in the strangest situations.

She stuck by Peter’s side the moment he was forced into her arms by his parents rushing out the door until she, herself, died in his arms. Peter knew, that in her final moments, she accepted and understood her own fate before the boy had even processed the woman infront of him was injured severely.

May was always a kind soul. One that was taken from the world too early.

Peter’s current whines could do nothing against the spell he wished upon himself, the one that made everyone forget that he ever existed in anyones lives. Even yours.

It was all he could do. All he had to do to protect you.

Peter had decided this heartbreaking decision as soon as he watched your body fall from the empire state building, failing to reach your helpless form as he was tackled away. However, forever thanking Peter 3 for his heroism in doing what he couldn’t do before.

The last time Peter saw you was when you realised what he had to do. Your face screwed up, holding in tears as you took in his appearance the nearing last time.

Minus the spell, you would never forget the soft touch of his masked hands caressing your tear stained cheeks before pulling your body into a bone crushing hug. The type of hug that would stay and linger on your skin and touch for hours coming.

Only he could remember what you mustered up next. “I don’t, I don’t-“ You whimpered leaning into his delicate touch.

Shaking his head, Peter refused to lie to you at this point. “Y/N, you are but, but, I’m going to come and find you and,” His eyes bore into your as a blockage formed at this top of his throat forcing sobs to come out. “I’m, I’m going to tell you everything b- because I need you, Y/N. So badly.”

Your foreheads rested against one and other as both feared he was wrong, what if you didn’t remember him?

Before any decisions expanded into questions, your memory wiped and found yourself shocked to be standing on the wreckage of the statue of Liberty with your only best friend, Ned Leeds.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 buried between two sofa cushions as the TV blasted christmas movies at a very high volume during your beauty sleep time. You couldn’t bare to hear MJ watch ‘Nativity 2’ for the seventh time in a row after many protests on your behalf of opting for the first movie.

Hearing a knock at the door, you silently thanked whoever it was as the movie was finally paused as MJ groaned at who interrupted her movie session as your body rolled off the sofa.

You opened the door, thinking nothing of it, to be met with an attractive young man around your age holding a note filled out front and back. His eyesight met yours and his softened at the sight of you once again.

“Hey, hey! I- I’m Peter. Parker, Peter Parker.” He breathed out, swallowing hard after finishing his small introduction holding out a shaking hand to greet.

You nodded slowly at the man you’ve never met, “Hi, Peter Parker?” You laughed softly at the end watching his features crease up in adoration. He shook his head with his eyes squeezed shut when he got lost in your beauty, needing to be focused on what needs to be fixed with you.

He began, “I know you don’t know me but-“ “Hey, Y/N! They are calling!” MJ yelled from the other room, hearing no more christmas music playing from the TV anymore.

Your mouth dropped and you and MJ began squealing in excitement. Turning back to the man in the doorframe, you apologised “Sorry to interrupt you, but I’ve been waiting for this job interview call thing for years and I really have to take this!” You rambled to the boy with the smile falling from his face.

He knew who was calling. It was the job you had ranted to Peter for years about, the job you pretend to work at in the nursery when you were younger.

What broke his heart was that you did this without him. You didn’t need his support to get you through the process of the job. You were better off without him.

“It’s seems like you knew where I lived so if you want to continue that important stuff another time, let me know!” You smiled, slamming the door quickly to run to the phone ringing.

You didn’t need Peter. That’s all that ran through his head as he stared blankly at your closed door.

He really wished you could have remembered him.

Anyone but you. He needed you. But it looked like you didn’t need him.

Peter didn’t return to you again, he left the words he planned to say in his jeans pocket for the fore coming years.

For the rest of your life, the memories shared with the brunette would never cross you mind as if it never happened. A void of what was good.

He thought about you everyday, you know. He imagine what he’s missing in your life right now. But that all is a fantasy Peter wishes he was apart of.

If only you remembered.

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hi! i love your work and was wondering if i can make a request? it would be tom!peter parker and reader where somehow the spell in nwh doesn’t affect the reader and they remember peter, and they try to find peter and once they do, they both talk about everything that happened in the events of the movie? :D

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: when the world forgot peter parker, he felt as if he lost everything good. until he heard your voice again.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

masterlist.

peter parker (tom) x fem!reader

warnings: angst to fluff, happy ending, LITTLE angst, people forgetting peter and all that :((

HEY thanks for the request!!

requested by @fragileauras

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 you, along with everyone, would forget the boy who stood by your side since the age of 4, broke your heart. To simply imagine not having him by your side 24/7 for the next decades of your life didn’t seem nor sound right. It just didn’t make sense, your mind was still in denial.

Peter had watched you with sorrow eyes that fateful morning, as the sun rose among everyone’s weakened figures. Peter knew you would deny, you would fight to not forget; but it was what was destined to happen. The world needed to forget Peter Parker.

The way your face reflected all that was grief would stay imprinted in Peter’s mind for the rest of his life, while he would only last a mere couple of minutes left in yours.

He had held your face so delicately that morning, this thumbs had run circles on your cheekbones as tears seeped down the cut skin. Your eyes had taken notice of his beautiful hair you had loved for so many previous years, the same hair you ran your hands through many times, after missions and whatnot.

Your mind had a little space dedicated to him and him only, which would unfortunately be lost within less than a minute now.

Peter pledged his goodbyes to everyone, leaving you last. His words had caught in the back of his throat as he saw you, he really didn’t want to lose you. Anyone but you. You were always there, always. And now you wouldn’t have any recognition that Peter ever existed, let alone was such a big part of your life including his.

Peter couldn’t bare to hurt you anymore. So when he choked up a goodbye to you, he knew it really was goodbye.

When Strange had cast the spell, you watched everyone’s face relax. Their eyebrows sinking in loss of stress and tears as the memory of Peter flew straight out their minds. Your brows furrowed looking at them, you remembered it all. Peter Parker was right here, crying to all of us. So why didn’t it work on you?

Why did you remember?

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐗 long days trying to find you, Peter, you are one sneaky son of a bitch you know?

You sat on your bed, shared with Peter many of times, as you searched your laptop profusely. Googling any evidence that Peter was ever here turned out to be tough. Everyone but you forgot, somehow.

‘It’s not even scientifically possible!‘ is what circled your mind for the five of the six days. You tried to convince yourself that your body was just in denial and the memory of Peter is a coping mechanism as the boy’s information was nowhere to be found. It was as if he only lived in your imagination.

Your back tensed at the position it was held in for the past two hours, the hunch of leaning over your laptop while sat cross legged did very little to help the strain. Stretching out all your muscles, you shut your laptop in frustration.

Peter was not here. You had gone to his old apartment days before only to find a new family carrying a newborn in the rooms you and Peter had shared so many memories in before. He couldn’t have gone to Stark Industries, seeing a random teenager would set the already annoyed workers off there. He couldn’t go to Happy, not as anything out of Spiderman that all, the man wouldn’t have seeked any form of comfort within a strange teenager he supposedly just met.

You were stumped. Where could he have gone?

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 knew exactly where he went.

As you climbed slowly up the ladder, you reached on your tiptoes to poke your head above the wall in certainty that he really was there. Your foot landed firmly on the last step of the ladder as you rested your elbows on the roof. There you saw him.

Peter Parker was lying on his back on the rooftop, an old science textbook placed behind his head in a form of a cushion. His legs were over one and other and his arms were relaxed on his stomach, fingers twiddling as his eyes were closed. His gorgeous hair moved slightly with the wind, it had grown out of it’s gel since the last time you saw him; a more natural look made the boy look prettier than before if that was even possible.

A gap was left on the right side of the roof, where you used to lay with him. A large blanket was sitting where your spot was, as if he was waiting for your arrival. “That space for me?” You cleared your throat.

Peter jumped and flung himself forwards, landing in a spidey pose as his head was turned away from you. The voice he heard settled in his mind as he realised who was there. He slowly turned his head towards the sound and stood up from the position. That’s when he saw you.

You looked so beautiful. Your face wasn’t cut from that fateful night, it look fresh and new. Your hair was tucked behind your ears as the wind fought for it to go on its own free will, the strands at the front made you look stunning; like the wind only did you a favour here. Your head was tilted to the side as your eyes sobbed for love, for him to be back where he belongs with you. Tears caught in Peter’s eyes as he watched your smile grow more and more at his reaction of simply seeing you.

Peter rushed his way towards you as you pulled yourself up onto the roof, just in time for him to tackle you into a hug; gripping your waist with such desperation and fear of losing you again. His head was buried in your hair, breathing in your natural scent felt nostalgic to him. One hand found its way to holding the back of your head, bringing your body closer into the embrace and he noticed your body jolted with unreleased sobs making their way out.

Peter reciprocated this emotion and pulled away so he could be face to face with you, foreheads pushed against one and other as tears cascaded down both cheeks. “I thought- I thought I lost you.” He choked out as shaking fingers played with the ends of your hair.

You shook your head, bringing both hands to rest on his cheeks as his mouth twitched with sobs. “You will never lose me, Peter.”

A smile grew on his saddened face, “Even after three versions of me just appeared out of nowhere?” He laughed as he leaned into one side of your hands.

You joined his laughter and rubbed your nose against his cold one. “Even after Electro made my hair go all static for the next seven hours.” You gasped sarcastically as his tears dried only ever so slightly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that one.” He mumbled, pushing your hair out of your face and locking his lips onto yours, both filled with passion and the determination of never letting go of each other ever again.

Peter was so very thankful. He couldn’t care less if the world didn’t know who Peter Parker was anymore, and that was because he had you. It was like it was destined? Everyone in the world moved on, all except you.

hope this was okay and i loved this request! <3

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: when peter finds himself in another universe like his, he never expects a pretty girl on the other side to completely throw him off.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

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STOP BECAUSE HIS SMILE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY </3

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, flustered peter, cute lil moments and that’s kind of it? let me know if i missed any :)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 in a dark alleyway, breathing laboured as he had been swinging for the past thirty minutes out of boredom. The thump of his feet hitting the ground from a high level echoed down the empty area, not another presence apart from rats scurrying around, savaging for leftover foods.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath with his hands on his knees bent over. Peter swallowed hardly, pushing himself up as he realised he owed Aunt May a new box of eggs after smashing the last.

His feet began to carry him away before a glowing light appeared in the corner of his eye. His spidey sense was going wild, increasing Peter’s curiosity as the more he turned his head to the glow; the more his spidey sense tingled.

“Peter! Peter” He heard his name called. He tilted his head to the side as the ominous glow spiralled into a circle, a clear new setting growing in the middle. Peter furrowed his brows behind the mask and looked around, wondering if this was meant for someone else. When no one seemed to respond to the people waving to him in the glow, Peter took it upon himself to retreat towards the mystery.

The closer he moved to the other side of the spiral, the more these people encouraged him. Peter had never met these people in his life so how on earth did they know his identity?

As Peter edged nearer to the entrance, he noticed the lookalike teenagers panic and take multiple hurried steps back. His curiosity got the better of him as he leaped into the separate setting and earning screams from everyone in the room at his presence.

Peter’s hands waved around trying to tell the people that he was harmless and only their friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. He tried waving at the four in the room, claiming everything is okay while a pillow was thrown at his stomach by a screaming older lady.

His hand raised to the top of his mask and ripped it off on one movement before his eyes scanned the room. The lady who had thrown the pillow had sprinted to the bottom of the stairs, the only boy (excluding Peter) was standing behind the table with his hands out like he was casting a spell. Peter’s eyes drifted to a young, possibly teenage girl stood behind a defensive arm, holding the most confused expression ever. There was a person standing infront of her, like the teenager needed protecting. His eyes travelled up the arm as then landed on you- Oh my God, you.

You were so beautiful. Your hair was falling from the clip secured loosely at the back of you head, locks of hair poking out the top. Your face looked concerned. Your eyebrows were scrunched slightly and your lips were twitched up and apart, showing your teeth which Peter knew you had a gorgeous smile. Peter admired the way your cheeks were flushed a light pink colour when he tore off his mask. His instant favourite part of you were your eyes. He noticed how they softened when you noticed the lack of danger in the room, your lashes adding another layer of beauty to your already perfect face.

“Who are you?” MJ pointed an excusing finger from behind your dominating form at the stranger who jumped through Dr Strange’s portal-magic thing? Peter’s gaze was still on your, “My name’s Peter Parker.” He said slowly, making sure everyone (mainly you but…) hung onto his words and processed them.

MJ looked up to your face, yours still looking at him. “That’s not possible!” She whispered harshly into your ear, making you snap out of your glare from the man.

Peter held his mask in his sweaty palms and lifted both to indicate his face, “I am the Spiderman from my world but yesterday,” His eyes widened and began tripping up on his words at attempts to explain infront of you. “I was just here!” He spoke with uncertainty and began to walk from his stationary spot in the room.

The three of you looked at each other as ‘Peter’ admired the room, gasps leaving his mouth as the house seemed to surprise him more than anything. “Multiverse theory?” He questioned, looking at you mainly. You muttered out a small yes and nodded your head rapidly as he fist pumped the air, letting out a small “I knew it!”

Ned tapped your shoulder and the three of you leaned in, “This has to be because of the spell!” He voice wandered. A hand on your back startled you before you felt Peter lean himself over you, his head hovering above your shoulder. “The spell?” He spoke with glee right next to your face. A beaming smile spread across his face, “A magic spell?” He smiled, feeling a softening glare from you.

Ned and MJ were quick to shake their heads as their voices overlapped one and other, “What spell? There was no spell!”. His excited demure tapped his fingers on your back, “There’s magic here too?” You felt his breath tingle on your cheek as small giggles fell from his lips.

MJ tugged your body back with a pull of your wrist, feeling Peter’s warm touch slip from your back and seeing his smile drop. “Prove it.” She spoke strongly, keeping your wrist in a tight hold. “Prove to us that you’re Spiderman, Peter Parker.”

The man tapped the sides of his suit, “I don’t carry an ID with me, kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing?” His nose scrunched in confusion.

MJ used the hand not holding you to pick up the piece of bread you had raised to your mouth, about to happily eat, to throw at the man in front of you. The bread tapped his chest and did zero harm physically or mentally to the man. His lips upturned and his shoulders shrugged, “Why did you do that?”

Her hand was held up in front of her in a pathetic defence. “She’s trying to see if you have the tingle thing.” You said for the furious girl beside you, thinking some man is trying to imitate her boyfriend.

Peter’s eyes snapped to yours as he heard your angelic voice for the first time, the sigh in your tone made Peter want to grab your face and kiss you so passionately (even though he’s just met you, he knows true love when he sees it.)

He swallowed down his inner voice and said “Yes, I have the tingle thing; just not for bread.” MJ wasn’t convinced.

MJ’s hand snatched to grab another piece and lifted it high in the air. “Can- can you not throw the bread again?” Peter said with confusion laced in his voice. “You’re a deeply mistrusting person,” He raised his hands and he backed away. “And I respect that.” He confessed before he jumped up and stuck his hand on the ceiling.

His legs and one arm holding his mask dangled, his eyes meeting yours and sending a subtle wink your way. Why were you blushing? MJ’s fingers pointed around the ceiling as a odd looking scowl was imprinted on her face. “Crawl around.”

“Crawl around?” He sounded almost offended. His eyes broke from yours as he shook his head with a certain, “No.”

“Yes. Crawl around.” MJ stood her ground.

“Why do I need to crawl around?”

“Because it’s not enough!”

“This is plenty.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“Nuh uh!”

“It is.”

Peter groaned, “How do I stick to the ceiling?” He squinted his eyes before another piece of bread was thrown at his chest, earning a small laugh from your beside the bickering teenager.

Ned’s grandmother tapped you on the shoulder and explained in the easiest way possible for you, “Ned’s grandma asked if you could get that cobweb in the corner there?” You asked on behalf of her with a scrunched nose, looking at the attractive man holding a face of ‘I’m done’ hanging from the ceiling.

Peter obliged to your words almost instantly as he stuffed his mask to hold in his teeth, as he lifted his body to be on all fours on the ceiling. Ned and MJ glanced at each other as he followed your rules easily and not theirs, both confused on his beg for attention from you.

He cleared the cobweb after a heartless ‘Thank you’ from Ned’s mum. Peter detached himself from the ceiling and landed on the floor directly in front of you.

His chest was close to yours and so were your faces. Your noses nudged slightly as his tall figure leaned over yours, the smile hidden behind his grip on the mask reflected your own. Tension swarmed the two of you as his hand brushed your own ever so slightly.

The unknown moment between the two of you was interrupted at both of your heads snapped towards the new voice in the room. “Wait a minute, he’s not your friend…” The new Peter looked questionably at your Peter.

A newfound silence flooded the room as the two practically had a stare off before they both webbed at each other and swiftly landed on the kitchen island.

Your Peter hopped off the counter and stood by your side, coming shoulder to shoulder with you as the two of you unintentionally blocked out most of new Peter’s words.

Your Peter’s hand grazed your fingers and lightly touched them in an invitation to hold. You opened your hand and felt his warm palm slip into yours. A smile tugged on your face at the heat rising to your prominent cheeks. Sending a teasing smile MJ’s way as she winked at Peter’s height against yours, holding your hand.

A goofy smile spread across Peter’s lips as he held hands with the pretty girl he would soon become more with.

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𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: less than five minutes into this new multiverse, you’ve already decided: you hate peter 3.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

masterlist.

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader (with spidey powers)

I WENT CRAZY WITH THIS ONE IM SORRY ITS LONGER DJDNDJS BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA

warnings: enemies to lovers, small angst but not really, swearing, bickering type talk? you and peter being in love for 3K words and refusing to admit it ;)

also, i made scorpion the villain from your universe in this one because i thought it would be cool hahaha

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 up in an entirely new universe with two Peter Parker’s staring at you as you fell face-first through a glowy portal thing, you will never know.

You had previously been running down the stairs, one web shooter bust and mask held in your hands. Multiple cuts sported your face as you had hurriedly jogged down the stairs, away from Scorpion as his poisonous gas flooded the top floor of the building. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, head extended back to the horror as your feet moved themselves. So when a portal came in your way, your foot tripped over rubble and sent your body flying face-first into the new dimension.

Your body landed with a thud as the momentum of your run has send you skidding across the floor until your head came in contact with someone’s foot. Your features were pressed against the floor, your nose squished under the weight, and dust catching on your cheeks and suit.

The room fell into an awkward silence, all eyes on your limp body at the bottom of Peter’s feet. You heard a soft tapping which you assumed was on someone’s shoulder, sound picking up a supposedly teenage boy's voice asking, “Is she okay?” in a hushed tone.

One of your hands twitched into a thumbs-up as the rest of your body stayed stationary, flat on the floor. “I’m okay.” Your mumbled voice against the hardwood floor made every react with a nod of the head and small breaths of relief.

An older voice spoke up with a more relieved tone, “She’s okay.” It sounded like he was saying to himself more than anyone. Multiple nudges on your forehead released a groan from you as the person continued to lift the foot your head was lent against.

“You wanna get off me or?” Said an irritated voice as they stayed persistent on moving you from the floor. Your hands slammed on the floor, up to your shoulder level as you pushed your chest and head up from the cool wood.

“Alright, alright.” Your voice grew harsh and irritated as you blinked the humiliation and dust from your eyes, letting them focus on the room around you. It looked homely, a floral pattern placed delicately on the circle table and cushioned chairs surrounding it, some pushed further away than others. Your eyes wandered to the dresser filled with antiques put there for attention, an open conversation started for newcomers in the house.

A cough was sounded above you, “We don’t have all day, alright. Who are you?”. Hesitantly, you slid your feet up to be flat on the floor and pushed your body weight up to stand up. Slightly lent to the side as your injured foot hobbled higher from the floor.

“Calm down, Spidey.” You cleared your throat as you looked down at his Spiderman suit-clad in his body, lack of mask and messed up hair. “I’m Y/N and obviously,” You gestured down to your suit, different from the one in front of you. It was black and white with subtle hints of pink underneath the arms, a hood resting on the top of your back. “Spiderwoman.”

The man in front of you furrowed his brows and took in your appearance. He couldn’t lie and say you weren’t beautiful because anyone would know he was lying, but you really were taking your sweet time from stopping their plan on helping the multiverse. “You’re- you’re a Spiderwoman?” He wheezed slightly, tripping on his words as your eyes landed on him.

Shrugging your shoulders nonchalant, “Yeah, I’m Spiderwoman.” You licked your lips from drying and squinted your eyes at the question man. “Prove it.” He repeated an accusation he had been through only moments before you arrived, skeptical on your truth.

Rolling your eyes, your hands found home on your hips as you leaned on your good foot. “I’m not gunna prove anything.” You shut your eyes for longer and let your nose scrunch your in offense at his lack of trust.

He tucked his lips into a pout, “Means your not Spiderwoman.” And began to turn away until he felt his hand tug away from its resting position, hanging beside him to attach onto the kitchen counter with a handful of webs. His accusing demure broke as he stared at the webs in awe, mouth agape as his eyebrows lowered back to normal.

All eyes fell on you as everyone in the room noticed your right hand lifted with a web shooter attached to the wrist, the one on your left smashed, and webs falling from the wires poking out. A breath of shock tumbled from the tall man’s lips, eyes blinking repeatedly as they switched from his hand stuck to the counter and you holding your wrist out.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” A figure jumped up and down beside you, shaking you out of the stare-off. The teenage boy slowly came to a stop and swallowed at your furrowed brows and upturned face looking at him. He cleared his throat, “I’m Ned,” He stuck out a hand for you to shake, obliging and taking his hand into yours.

Ned took a step back and held his hand out to the girl, “This is MJ, over here is Peter and…” His eyes moved to the guy tugging his hand out of the webs, pulling his whole body weight back as his hand refused to budge from its tight lock of the kitchen counter. “And that is Peter.”

You looked over to him and pointed your hands at the two Peter’s. “Two Peter’s?” Ned waved his hand and raised a brow to you, “Multiverse.” You nodded your head in approval and dragged out an impressive ‘oh’.

A gasp and smash could be heard as you introduced yourself to everyone in the room, a shout yelling from the mess “What did you put in these webs?”

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“𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 in a high school science lab?” You questioned as you limped your way through the double doors. The Peter from earlier walked in front of you, hitting your shoulder slightly. “Maybe if you listened, you would know.” He shrugged, smiling as he knew it would get on your nerves.

You stopped a few feet into the lab and scoffed at Peter as walked ahead and put on a lab coat. He brushed his hair back and offered out a spare lab coat to you with a teasing smile etched onto his face; squinting your eyes with a deadpan face, you slapped the object out of his hand and walked ahead missing the man’s flirtatious grin.

Peter (what turned out the next this universes Peter) dropped five objects on the table with everyone gathered around it, annoying Peter coming shoulder to shoulder with you.

“Okay, so Conners, Marko, Dylan, Max, and Mac.” He listed all the villains yet to face. “Uh, I can repair the devices for Dylan and Marko but the others…”

Annoying Peter (you had currently named him) peered over your shoulder and let his voice boom into your ear, “I’ve got Conner, I’ve already cured him once so no big deal.” He flipped the object in his hand and smirked in your direction, hoping you’d be impressed with his duty.

What he got in return was everyone looking at him, words struggling to come out of their mouth as they didn’t know what to respond with. “What? It’s no big deal.” He skipped away to a spot on the tables, the squeaking of his shoes sounding on the clean floor.

“Alright, who’s got Mac?” Original Peter said. Your head perked up at the name. You had fought him before many times, but never once had you actually beaten him. Breathing in all your fears, you raised your hand awkwardly. “I’ve got him, I guess?”

The Peter opposite you, who looked a little older, eyes flooded with worry and straighten his posture looking at you. “Are you sure? I can try and do it if you don’t want to.” He begged for you not to do it, he knew Mac’s power and was afraid of seeing you or anyone in pain.

You shook your head and took a couple of steps back, holding the bottle for the antiserum in your hands. “Yeah, no it’s fine. I mean, I’ve beaten him before.” You lied straight through your teeth, “Nothing I can’t do.” You sent a convincing smile in Peter’s way, watching them nod hesitatingly and moving their focus back to the remaining villains.

The Peter who had started on Conner’s cure, lifted his head at the presence joining him. When he saw it was you, he couldn’t help but poke. “Who’ve you got?” He leaned forwards.

You slumped into a spare chair and dumped the bottle on the higher science tables. “Stupid Mac.” You mumbled before leaning your head on the desk, hearing Peter’s laughter erupt in your ears. “You got stuck with Scorpion!” He wheezed as his hand smacked onto the table repeatedly from the uncontrollable amount of degradation he stocked up just for you. Groaning, you let out a quiet-loud ‘Shut up’ which did nothing against his cackles.

A couple of minutes later, everyone had fallen into silence as each and everyone’s attention was devoted to the object in front of themselves. You had been working on Mac’s at a considerably slower pace, mind stuck on what his weakness could consist of. Just as you had thought of an idea, your thought process was interrupted was a loud yell of protest and the scraping of the chair pushed back.

You looked to your side to see Peter 3 (the new nickname you had thought of) running his hands through his hair in frustration. Peter 2 looked at him in a humorous offense, “Do you mind?“ He shook his head in sass. A smile grew on your face and decided to tag along, “Yeah, what Peter 2 said!”

Peter 3’s head perked up to the sweet sound of your voice and scooted his way over to you, holding a newfound smirk on his face. “What, am I your Peter 1?” He winked at your fake flirtatious face. Giggling in a way he thought was for him, you looked through your lashes at him. “Actually you’re my Peter 3.”

His face creased at the number and leaned in a little more, “And why am I three?”. You bit your lip to stop a horrendous laugh from slipping out and you whispered, “Because you’re my least favourite.”

Peter 3’s face dropped at your words before you burst out laughing. He grumpily scooted his way back to working with a scorching red face hearing your laughs at his humiliation. “Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. So funny.” He looked ahead to see Peter and his girlfriend touching heads to distract himself from your laughter.

A nudge on his left made his turn in that direction, coming face to face with Peter 2 smirking and nodding his head subtly in your direction. This only increased Peter’s blush as he realized someone had found out about why he was so direct with you. “What about your MJ?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 you stood around on the Statue of Liberty, waiting around for your fellow foes to turn up. You sat on the edge of the scaffolding, letting the wind blow naturally into your hair as your legs kicked back and forth, patiently waiting for your worst fear to arrive.

Peter 3 noticed your lack of enthusiasm compared to the rest. He saw the way your face was just stared into the distance with a locked jaw and stern look, chest heaving up and down every second. His eyes cast down to your foot covered but your suit. There was a white bandage even over the Spiderwoman outfit, the fabric wrapped tightly over the assumed injury as your foot barely moved in comparison to the other.

Clearing his throat caught your attention as he pointed to your foot, “So uh, how’d you hurt it?” He said in a hushed tone. A sigh left your lips and you lifted the injury to your eyesight. “Scorpion did.” Peter’s eyes softened at your voice wavering at the mention of that name.

“Yeah, that son of bitch yanked it completely out of its socket and has forever seen it as a weak spot, so he constantly aims for it and that’s why it still hurts today.” You rambled, a small and effortless breathy laugh leaving your lips. “And that happened four years ago.” A frown tried to grow on your face.

Peter looked at you with raised brows and mask twiddled in his hands as he struggled on a response. You wanted to smack yourself on the head as you felt you made him uncomfortable, sharing too much which would now run him away.

“I say you do the same to him.” His voice alerted your spider senses as his response shocked you. “What?”

“I say you pull his fucking knee out of something, give him a taste of his own medicine!” He laughed, eyes adored to yours as you felt yourself slipping into his conversation. A wide smile reciprocated onto your face.

“Pull his knee out?” A laugh of disbelief stuck onto your face as Peter stood up to your level. “Well yeah! Maybe not exactly what I say but- beat the asshole up!” His eyes stared into yours as he came closer to you. You repeated his words in a mantra as he nodded along, feeling your breath tickle his face.

Your words came to a stop as the thick tension between you two took both by surprise. Peter felt himself leaning in before Peter 1 yelled out that they were here. “Oh fuck.” You unconsciously mumbled as the storm cloud grew darker by the second.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂 sound of his suit clicking against the scaffolding sent shivers down your spine. The overcoming noise of his taunting laughter creeping up behind you made your spidey senses go wild, your own subconscious warning you of what is about to go down.

“Long time no see, Y/N” His voice rose. Wasting no time, you followed your instincts and sent a ruthless kick into his face; sending the man backward and hitting his spine on a pole. The face hidden behind the horror of his mask turned angry within a second, pure evil imprinting his features. “Alright, Spiderwoman. If that’s how we are gonna do it.” His form leaped towards yours as his tail laced with poison edged the side of your face, yourself jumping back in time to land with a pose.

You tried Peter’s words, you had gone to beat the absolute shit out of him so many times now. Your body grew tired, less quick to avoid hits and snaps of his suit.

Scorpion jumped to the scaffolding above you and slid his tail down to trip up your bad foot, stabbing the back of your neck. Your body smacking the thin plank of wood as your hand gripped the place you had just been stabbed, green oozed from the wound as it slid through the gaps of your fingers.

Your body begged to hold on, mind already falling into a state of the unconscious as you crawled your way away from the hovering horror smiling devilishly at you. The smile pressed on his face was filled with nothing but pride, after so many years of constant back and forth fighting; one had finally won.

No sympathy was shared for you as he forced your body to move further to the edge of the scaffolding, the wind growing thicker the closer the free space reached you.

Mac tutted as he looked at your sleepy state, eyes falling shut and body growing limp. “It’s a shame,” His suit-clad hands rested on your shoulders. “You were my favourite.” That was all he said before you fell completely unconscious and his hands pushed your body off the scaffolding.

Your body fell in zero efforts of being saved. Your conscience didn’t allow you to feel fear or pain, it only lets you accept the fate of losing against him. You looked so calm, no worry spread on your beautiful features as your body fell to its impending death. It's a shame, really. How you never got to see the defeat of Scorpion. But the world works in mysterious way and seems to love to watch people suffer.

You were so close to death, before a pair of muscled arms caught around your waist and pulled into a tight embrace.

Peter’s hands were shaking as he held your unconscious body in bridal style. He settled himself to his knees as he could lay your body comfortably in his lap for when (he wished) you awoke.

His hand was holding the back of your head and the other brushed the hair from your face, admiring your true beauty in the state of all vulnerable. “Hey, hey. You’re okay.” Peter whispered to you in hopes of a response, gripping you so tightly, he was afraid you would break.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up for me. Please” He voice wavered as tears pricked his eyes watching your body do absolutely nothing to help yourself. From the amount of time he knew you, he knew you were a fighter. You were one to not back away from a fight, one to hold on even at their worst. So why were you not waking up?

“Y/N?” Tears ricochet down his pale face, eyes now red from holding back the waterworks. His hands shook your body desperately, holding your face to look at his in begs of response. Your face was so cold, with no sign of life reflecting in your features. A sob racked through Peter’s body, his forehead held against yours as his face creased in pain. He couldn’t bear to lose you, you were already so much to him.

He never got to admit the way his heart raced when you first fell through the portal. Or the way his throat dried when you webbed him to the kitchen counter. Or the way he wanted to kiss you so badly in the lab to shut up your laughs at him.

“Crying over me, Parker?”

His head snapped up as he looked at your weak smile, eyes sleepy when you lifted your hand to caress his tear-stained cheek. “No, no. No, I was not.” He denied, leaning into your cold, suit-covered hand.

You nodded in fake approval, “I’m gone for, what? Two minutes and you’re already crying?” Your body grew more awake, staying into Peter’s arms as his touch did so much for your adrenaline.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, resting his forehead back on yours. “I think it’s sweet, really.” You stared into your eyes. Lips brushed yours as grins were sketched across both of your faces.

Peter lent down and attached his lips to yours. Your other hand raised onto his cheek, rubbing your thumbs on his cheekbones and his lips molded with yours. The grip on your waist tightens as he tugged your body up to be against his, chests against each other and hands tugging on hairs.

Both of you pulled away breathless. Hands playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, Peter smoothing his against the small of your back.

“Do we like… hold hands now?” You whispered against his lips brushing with yours. Before he replied with a simple ‘shut up’ and attached his lips feverishly onto yours again.

I LOVE THIS SM

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

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summary: one bed, two friends. do i have to explain?

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andrew!peter parker x reader

or could be tom!peter parker x reader :))

(up for interpretation)

warnings: fluff, little bit spicy ;)), friends to lovers, you and peter being cuties omg, lots of swearing, one bed wink wink? adorable-ness, kissing, PETERS A HUGGER OKAY

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃. Of course Aunt May noticed. The woman raised Peter for the majority of his life, she knew the kid like the back of her hand. Peter was never one to tell secrets to people, he was more of a reserved person; so when one day he ran home at the age of 9 screaming he was in love with the girl who spared him a rubber in Science, the woman was shocked.

That day, he had rambled for an ongoing 26 minutes before May had asked for the name in question. Peter let it slip without thinking of the continuous teasing May would give her nephew for years to come, he was so lost in the art that was you that none of that mattered, not one bit.

Four days after he first fell in love with you, he sucked up his fears and spoke to you once again. He sat behind you in Maths, his head forever buried in the desk to block out your refreshing scent in worry he would only fall more in love; if that was possible at this point.

He remembered that day so well, the day he wished he could redo. He had tapped your shoulder cautiously after ten minutes of procrastinating a simple act for attention. When your head turned to face him, all rehearsed lines Peter wanted to say to you had flown straight out of his head. His throat dried in an instant, eyes doe and cheeks burning with passion. He barely recollected that you had asked if he was okay, Peter’s heart thudded and nodded his head rapidly, feeling his hair bounce with the move.

He swallowed all that was worried and opened his mouth to politely ask: “Would you like to go for ice cream after school?” After many stutters interrupted his question. He remembers your smile so well, your dimples prominent as your cheeks grew rosy pink. You had nodded and agreed with zero hesitations.

Peter had run home, crashing into Aunt May as Peter sprinted through the house. May questioned his rush in concern, Peter responding with her name in mantra hoping she’d understand as he couldn’t not waste any time that wasn’t dedicated to you. After the day out, Peter went for the kiss. Only to be hugged.

Hugged! What the fuck! An embrace? An act of a friendly gesture! (That’s what WikiHow had told Peter anyway.) There was no chance Peter could have you now. So for the next 5 years of his life, you and Peter had been the definition of best friends; much to his dismay.

That’s where we end up now, present day: Peter sat in a booth with Gwen, the two of them peeking over the high rise chairs as the two glared at you laughing at something your douchebag date had said.

What a dickhead. Look at him, his perfect white teeth, that stupid red and white jersey hung over his shoulders, his perfectly curled hair all girls fawned over. Peter could do that, of course he could do that. So why didn’t you pick him? This guy; he’s a phony, an idiot, a stupid fucking- Wait are you wearing Peter’s sweater?

“Is she wearing your sweater?” Gwen had nudged him in time with his thoughts. Peter’s eyes stayed trained on you; how beautiful you were. You took his breath away even years later, you had that much of an effect on him. Every time you looked in his eyes, he wanted you in more ways than one; He wanted you to be in his arms, to feel all that was pleasurable because of him and no one else. And you in his sweater, God- He wanted you more than ever. That childhood crush grew into a more mature, desperate affectionate of lust for what was all of you.

“Peter?” Gwen’s voice snapped him from his mind running on passion. His chest heaving with small pants leaving his plump lips, “Yeah, she is.” A wide smile spread onto Gwen’s face, “So, she’s wearing your sweater on a date with another man?” She paused and looked at him with her mouth agape and eyes wide with joy. “And you’re still tell me she doesn’t feel the same?”

Peter rolled his eyes and slumped back into the seat, “No, Gwen, you say that and then I’m gonna get my hopes up!” His hands dragged down against his tired face, his words elongating into groans and sighs of helplessness. The blonde slid into her seat beside her best friend, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and he wailed on about the love of his life.

Her hand patted his back in mocking sympathy. “I say that and I’m true.” Her brows raised along with herself, she leaned her body over the chairs again to see how you were doing; only to find you long gone, date too, nowhere to be seen.

Her arms flapped around, hitting Peter rapidly as panic grew unsettlingly on her features. Peter’s head perked up at the limp hand whacking his cheekbone, a moan of pain and annoyance slipping from his mouth. “What? What?” His eyes settled on Gwen’s anxiety ridden face, reciprocating her actions and looking ahead to where her face concerns.

The two empty chairs sent a wave of sickness down Peter’s throat to land abruptly in his stomach. The usual questions ran through the overflowing mind of Peter Parker. Had she left with him? That guy couldn’t do shit to what Peter’s got. Had she fallen for his charms? Fall for my fucking charms, Y/N. Was he-

“Peter, Peter! The phone, the phone!” Gwen’s hands hurriedly searched through Peter’s backpack as she heard the all too well ‘Spiderman Theme Song’ play rather loudly and distorted on his smashed phone. His hands snatched the phone from Gwen’s hands, her face now beet red from the embarrassment of not herself, but her friend.

Peter didn’t have time to process who was calling as his mind was set on shutting off the theme song as many guests were already staring at the two panicking in the small booth. “Hello? Hello?” His voice cracked in humiliation from the sounds of uptight guests quietly chuckling away sipping their expensive ass wine, cutlery dug deeply into the meat they payed an entire Peter Parker wallet full for.

“Hey, Pete.” Your soft voice rung so angelically through his head. The sound of your sigh at the end sent Peter’s mind into a frenzy, a rapid shake of the head and squeezed shut eyes did the job of knocking it right out the other side. Gwen looked at Peter quizzically, wondering who was at the phone. All suspicions were confirmed when Peter did a love heart at his chest and a silent expression of puppy dog eyes before rushing to your response.

“Hey, Y/N. Everything okay?” He snapped back into ‘best friend’ mode for you. Mind reeling from the status of The love of your life’s best friend!“Yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m okay.” You’re voice sounded uncertain, pitch waving as he recognised you did when you lie.

A sigh through your nose rung through the speaker of his phone. “That was a lie,” A breathy laugh fell from your shivering lips. “I’m not doing great, that date was a total bust. Mind swinging up?” Peter heart leaped in your want for him. You needed him, (more or less wanted him, but this is Peter’s mind remember again.) not that stupid jock. Him.

Gwen punched Peter’s shoulder to respond as her ear was pressed against the other side of the phone. “Yeah! Of course I’ll pick you up! Be right there!” Your brows furrowed, “But I didn’t say where I-“ Peter had unintentionally cut you off as he knew you were waiting outside, he was too lost in calls that were asking for him that he didn’t even process your words.

He was perched on top of the building, waiting a couple minutes as Gwen said to make the meeting look more natural than he was stalking you. He watched as you tapped your foot on the wet pavement, arms slithered around yourself as rain toppled down onto your beautiful physique, straightening your once curled hair. Your dress was soaked into your thighs, the temperature treating your thin black tights not so well.

After a long, suffering 30 seconds; Peter gave in and leaped down to your level, taking you by surprise and stumbling backwards before Peter’s arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his chest. Your hands gripped into his shoulders, feeling the Spiderman suit fabric under your fingertips, slowly circling the bumps on the suit.

“That was quick,” You gasped as he not-so-subtly tugged your body closer to his, feeling his hips connect to yours as he mumbled some nonsense about that it was his ‘Peter tingle’. “Favour: I need to stay at yours tonight, Dad’s out and I’m not gunna lie, a little scared of staying on my own” The smile that made Peter swoon etched across your smooth skin, eyes dripping with love and hints for what he was oblivious to.

Peter’s hands smoothed across the small of your back, “That’s fine, Y/N. It’ll be a blast from the past.” You could practically see the expression he was holding behind the mask: eyes soft and lip between his teeth, cheeks red and eyebrows upturned.

The two of you swung back to the house you loved oh-so dearly, the place you found the most comfort at outside your own. Aunt May waddled out on hearing an arrival, a smirk hidden behind the fork full of food as she watched Peter walk on in with his hands glued to your waist.

“Hey lovers!” She spoke with a high pitched greet, watching with amusement as you and Peter spilt away from each other; Peter hitting into the painting and nearly knocking it off the wall. She giggled and put her fork down, “Sorry about that! You two look close, Y/N did you know that when Peter was 10, he planned out the whole wedding between you two-“

“May! Please!” Peter’s eyes widened, a thick layer of blush cover the two of you as May laughed on the spot. “Anyway,” He continued awkwardly. “Y/N’s staying here tonight so I’m gunna get the spare bed from the attic.” Peter said before making his way to the steps, only to be stopped by May’s arms and a smug smile of satisfaction.

“Beds no longer there, looks like your gonna have to share! See ya!” Was all that left her mouth before the ping of the microwave took top priority.

You and Peter stood there for a moment, unsure of how to actively say the their crush that they were willing to sleep together. Well, not together together! Just a mutual friend sleeping with friend, a normal hug session, it’s normal! Friends cuddle too, right?

And that’s where you two ended up, both led under the cover in Peter’s bed, on your backs and staring up to the ceiling with a good space between the two of you. It was so awkward. Peter had accidentally brushed against your hand an hour ago and was still a fumbling mess, eyes wide and body hot.

You struggled to get comfy. In actuality, all you wanted was Peter’s muscled arms wrapped around your waist; not wrapped around himself and his shaking body. You had opened your mouth to talk many times, yet nothing left your lips until now. “Hey, friends can share a bed and not be awkward.”

“Right.” Peter turned his head in your direction. “See we aren’t boning right now, we can handle it.” He shrugged along with you as the two of you mocked all your emotions.

“Right! Movies really can be deceiving!” You sounded almost offended.

“It’s so cliché! Like so what if I’m sharing the bed with the woman I love, that doesn’t mean we’re gunna start making out!”

“What?”

Out of the many time Peter had screwed up, this is the top of the list.

“You love me?” You voiced waved.

“No.” Peter panicked.

“So you don’t like me?”

“No.”

Peter’s eyes widened and freaked as he just said- it was all a big fucking mess.

“Okay, okay.” Peter turned his body to face you, hair spread against his pillow and lips chapped from bitting them nervously. Your eyes were blown and filled with what could only be described as hopeful, hopeful for what he let slip out.

Peter’s hand shakily moved a piece of your hair behind your ear and admired your beauty, afraid it would be his last.

“Y/N I love you. So much.”

“Every time I see you, I swear my heart stops. During these years with you nothing more than a best friend, felt like torture. I watched you fall for others which only made my heart yearn for you more, for your love. For your patience, for everything that was ever good about you, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed. You’re so much to me, so much to Spiderman. I can’t believe I let you be my friend for this long when we know we’re much more than that, more than what the world allowed us.”

You felt yourself slipping into the depth of his words. Body catching on the passion poured into his words, hands caressing the love he held out for you to touch so delicately in his watch.

“Peter,” Your nose bumped against his. “I love you more than anything.” Was all he allowed to leave your lips before his caught your own. His hands soothed your cheeks as his lips moulded with your own. A kiss that could only be described as perfect, poetic almost; the love that smothered the passion was more than either could ask for, an act of love displayed for beautifully a director would be jealous. Peter poured his heart and soul into the palm of your hands, leaving you with all of him to snap his heart in two or mend it more than one could wish; picking the latter left both breathless, desperation on their fingertips as the two grew closer in more ways than one.

The term ‘Friends’ was no longer relevant in the presence of you and Peter, love was all that crossed that path.

And to say, after last night: Peter forever thanked May for binning that spare bed.

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An you do a fic with Andrew’s Spider-Man x shy reader please

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: peter parker makes you feel a different way, it’s hard to ignore the way your heart races when he looks at you. and its obvious, peter knows this.

this fic does NOT contain ‘no way home’ spoilers, feel free to read ahead :)

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

(sorry it’s short!)

warnings: shirtless peter djdndjs, fluff, extremely flustered reader, slight injury description and that’s all :)

requested by @lizzieann143

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 led on the science homework you had left until last minute, pens and pencils scattered on the wooden desk filled with nonsense you had kept since you were a young age.

Your eyelids were falling shut, eyes rolling to the back of your head as sleep attempted to overtake you. Lifting your head into your hands, you sniffled and rubbed your eyes profusely to snap out of your doze. A cup of water was sat on the right side of your desk, the liquid reaching the very top of the glass.

Your throat felt dry from the lack of attention you had given it as your mind was delved into the equations of period tables, the work you would normally have had help from your dear friend Peter Parker. Fixing the problem, you lifted the glass to take a sip of the cooling water.

‘Friend’ you would call him. But that didn’t stop the way your heart sped up whenever you were around him. You would often find yourself staring at him, multiple seats away from his in your shared English class would be your prime time to take in Peter’s beauty.

God, he was beautiful. You had a soft spot for the boy, rarely did you ever allow yourself to catch feelings for a guy. But with Peter, it was different. You couldn’t quite place what made him different for you, maybe it was the way he actually devoted his time to you and understood your lack of communication with anyone outside your childhood friends.

A soft tapping at your window made you jump slightly, your body jolting forwards and your teeth hitting the glass held up to your lips. You groaned for a moment before snapping your head towards the sound, seeing Peter with his head pushed back against the fire escape and mouth agape in relief or pain.

His body was clad in the Spiderman suit, obvious tears down the chest and blood seeping through the cuts. His head of hair was messed up, static pieces from the mask pointing up in different directions and chunks stuck his sweaty forehead.

Your body automatically lifted itself to the window, pushing it up in a hurry as Peter’s body fell in from him leaning his weight against the glass. He fell into you, hands finding home on your forearms and head hung low as he limped in.

Your shaking hands struggled to move the cushions to a comfier position as Peter collapsed on the furniture after a long awaited time. His back arched and head hung from its rest on the arm of the chair, body heat more obvious than ever ask Peter was blissfully unaware of the effect he had on you.

The first aid kit you had been keeping in your room since you first scraped you knee had come in handy, the box placed on your lap and opened with contents spilling out. The wounds Peter sported were deeply placed on the centre of his chest, suit pooled to his hips and lack of shirt.

Peter knew you were nervous, he saw your fumbling hands as you delicately placed the soaked cotton on his chest, drips of antibacterial gliding down his naked torso. Your face was bright red, eyes screaming for a way to not embarrass one’s self and hands disobeying.

“Hey,” Peter’s hands rested on yours, warmth flowing from your fingertips to your heart. “It‘s okay.” He whispered, eyes locked to yours. His palm travelled from your own to trace your jawline, head leaning towards burying it in your neck.

When his skin touched your own, your heart sped up like crazy. His cold nose came in contact with your burning neck, rubbing it against it as he felt you squirm slightly under his touch. His lips begged to feel you, your actions speaking louder than the words you hesitated to say.

Peter moved his head to rest against your own, breaths mingling and blushes reciprocated. Eyes bored into one and other, the opposite sides of the spectrum: in love and afraid to love.

His cold hands rested on your burning cheeks, he watched you fall reluctantly under his love, under the blanket he provided full of all that was possible for the two of you.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

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what do you think peter’s love languages are? :)

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

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definitely touch

this guy LOVES holding you

whether it’s holding your hand or hugging you close, he still gets butterflies

he loves knowing you’re so physically close to him

not in reach of any danger, in the safety of his bed and in his arms

peter definitely likes to have his arm slung around your shoulders as school

just a simple gesture to show people that he’s all yours

but if you’re in class and near each other, he will slip his hand into yours under the desk :(

i think peter would be scared at first to have you so close to him

like he would forever be worried that he would drag you into this mess of superheroes

but a couple months in the relationship, he gave into your begs of comfort and never regretted it

being a little shy at first i think peter would express a lot with his touch

struggles to say what he wishes so he more or less shows it to you with actions and embrace

but he’s so adorable i’m done

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

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summary: while expecting, peter can’t help but brag to every single person he sees that you’re carrying his own little ‘spider-baby’.

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, talk of pregnancy, pregnancy, hints of sex, just really cute

i thought of this and immediately knew this would be something andrew’s peter would do, so here we are <3

word count: 1K

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 smoothing across the prominent bump of your belly, circling around waiting for his daughter to kick. You were sat on his lap, chest against your back and his head between your neck and shoulder; his soft, growing out hair tickled your jaw and your head relaxed back on his shoulder. Your hands were gripped loosely around his wrists, following his movement as they roamed aimlessly around the home your child currently lived.

“I can just tell she’s gunna be a daddy’s girl, you know?” He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell and tingling your entire body. His lips kissed your jaw, feeling a smirk on his lips as his daughter reacted to his words and movement: kicking your belly and signalling that she was already trouble before she was even here.

You held back a smile, failing miserably. “Really? You don’t think she’ll prefer the person whose had her in my stomach for the past 6 months?” You raised your brows, curious on who will be the favoured parent (hint: it was you).

“No way,” He groaned into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “As soon as she finds out her dad is the friendly neighbourhood spiderman, I’ll be the favourite.”

You looked up at his curiously, eyebrow quirked upwards and a smirk painted on your face. “Yeah, totally.” You teased, watching his shake his head and giggling to himself; content with the family he was about to begin his life with, the perfect woman and the most beautiful baby on its way. He couldn’t think of anything better.

He listened to the noise of your heartbeat, the thumps loud with his spider sense. “You can’t tell everyone about this, you know?” He heard your voice. “What?” He questioned.

“The baby, I know it’s been 6 months but I’d rather not walk to work and see ‘Spider-Baby On The Way!’ printed on every magazine.” He smiled at you. “Poor kid isn’t even here yet, I’d rather her first appearance not to be in the tabloids.”

Peter stroked the stray hairs off your forehead, his heart bursting at your dedication to keep this a little family, already feeling pressure for carrying the Spider-Man’s baby girl.

“I promise, love. I won’t say a word.”

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“She’s 7 months along today!” Peter smiled down to the citizens of New York, their smiles up to the man dressed in the spider suit.

The girls squealed, in awe and cheeks a splash red. The men grinned, eyes glistening with happiness and a subtle wink of pride. “That’s adorable, man. See ya Spidey!” Two of the guys waved.

Peter jumped down from the street sign, waving his hands infront of the people and webbing a couple citizens passing by into the little group he had created to engage in the conversation. “Woah, woah, woah! Did you know that my wife thinks that our kid will have my spider powers?” He beamed from behind the mask.

The crowd gasped and awed, heads tilting and eyes doe. Peter nodded his head amongst the reactions, “Yep, yep. I’ll teach her the ropes, but my wife will definitely kick my ass because of it.”

Many people clapped as Peter playfully did a bow towards the crowd and bit his lip to contain his smile. He shrugged off the compliments and congratulations from his fans, loving the thought of everyone being so supporting of his new and upcoming family of three.

“Hope it’s all well, Spidey!” Peter felt like he was going to cry. “Tell your wife congrats!” He’s on the verge of tears. “Take the time of Spider-Man, look after your family!” Sobbing profusely behind the mask.

What a family you would be. The three of you, you. You’re at home, carrying his child with the spaghetti boiling in the pan, knowing damn well you are running your hands over the bump of your belly, pretending it’s his hands. You’re the perfect mother, soon-to-be mother actually. And him, the superhero with a child, the most beautiful child to ever exist and to have the most fulfilled life you can guarantee. You. Shit! You!

He was meant to be home an hour ago! Thanks a lot Spider-Man fans! I blame you completely for making me talk about my favourite thing to only forget about my favourite thing! Damn.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 cold the moment he fell through the window, sprinting to the shared bedroom so rip off his suit and walk in the front door to where you would assume he simply got caught up and didn’t hear what he was saying.

He kicked the door to the bedroom and pulled his mask off his face, yanking down his suit to his torso and trying to pull off his shoes, extremely ungraciously.

The light switching on in the room made his jump and land on the ceiling, head falling down to search for danger until it faced a phone screen.

Spider-Man brags about soon-to-be Spider-Baby with his longtime girlfriend, turned wife.

“You won’t tell anyone, huh?” He heard your voice from behind the glowing screen, holding it up for a while so he could read it upside down. Peter groaned and dropped onto the floor.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think before I spoke. Someone asked me about my future and I immediately thought of you and our child and before I knew it I was— wait a minute, are you laughing?”

He furrowed his brows when he heard your giggles and lip tugged between your teeth with a grin etched across you face. “Peter, I don’t care.” He relaxed his shoulders and fell into a hug with you, one of his hands resting against your belly.

You tilted your head up to bump foreheads with his, noses rubbing against each other as his was cold at the tip, your warm aura heating him up. He leaned to kiss your lips continually, whispering sweet nothings as he apologised still.

“There’s still no way I’m letting you teach our child the Spider-Man duties. Especially not the ropes.”

Peter laughed at you, knowing very much well that he would do it anyway. This was he chance to have a Spider-Baby, who would give up that chance?

this is awful but like anyways

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peter parker

mcu peter parker

ꕥ pregnant? - it’s christmas and you’re pregnant so you surprise peter and the avengers (f)

ꕥ voicemail - peter listens to the voicemails you left him during the blip. (f with a tiny bit of a)

ꕥ reunion - you all reunite after the snap (f)

ꕥ i only have eyes for you - when peter walks into the café you and mj work at, he still only has eyes for you (f,a)

ꕥ fade away - you never forgot peter after stranges spell but even after he promised to find you and make you remember, you did what was best for him and let him move on (a)

the amazing spider-man peter parker

ꕥ i’ve got you, always - peter comes in injured and of course you help him (f)

ꕥ nice to meet you peter - after a little brawl with flash you help peter

ꕥ nothing new - after another peter parker comes through the portal, you get to know him and fall for him. (f,a)

ꕥ the other woman- you’ll always be the other woman (a)