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jungkooklover777 · 3 months ago

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𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟 ; mcu!peter parker | one-shot |

summary: peter believes the world would be ideal if you forgot about him, your world isn't ideal without him in it.

pairing: fem!reader x mcu!peter parker.

trope: best friends to lovers.

genre: fluff adjacent + angst.

warnings‼️: mentions the multiverse + peter’s inner turmoil (bless him).

word count: 2,132.

You’re all dolled up in your favorite dress. Your hair is perfect, makeup done just the way you like it.

You’re beautiful he thinks. You’re so incredibly beautiful, the perfect woman to have my heart.

And so devastatingly sad.

It’s poetic how beauty can shine through such adversity.

Peter can’t look at you, he can’t look into you.

Your stare pierces his heart and shoots straight through his soul.

You’re disappointed because you can’t believe what he’s saying.

“I’m going to… to forget about you?”

How small you sound, how sad. Your voice guts him like a fish.

He wants to kick himself down the way he kicks down the deserving assholes of New York.

Can he technically count himself as one? He does so anyway.

“I’m really gonna forget you?” You repeat, clearer and a bit louder now.

Peter nods and repeats himself. “You’re gonna forget who I am.”

Now that he’s said it, it hurts more. It's so much worse because he’s saying it out loud.

You don’t care to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. They flood your eyes and you’re not strong enough to blink them back.

“Are you serious?” Your voice wavers and you hate how weak you sound.

You think you look and sound pathetic but is it pathetic to be crying over something he can control?

There’s no one like him and there never will be.

He snatches his mask off and you see the redness in his eyes contrast with the suit.

“It’s the only way I can ensure your safety, Y/n. You, Ned, and MJ can’t get the lives you deserve as long as you’re tied to me.”

You nods slowly, letting your sadness simmer slowly in reserved anger. “So you think giving me an explanation before you leave my life would make me feel better?”

Peter shuts his eyes and looks to the side, a big window catching his eyes.

He thinks about everything going on outside of it, all the noise and people. Just outside that big, clear panel is a world of pain and suffering.

Inside this wall of glass is a possible opportunity of endless joy and hope. Joy because he's always happy with you, regardless if the two of you are doing anything or nothing at all. Hope because you give him that everyday, all the time.

He's at a crossroad in his life, the biggest one yet. He knows what he should choose and why but he doesn't know if he wants to.

Of course, he doesn't want to but does that matter? Does it matter, what he wants? Has it ever mattered?

It doesn't help knowing that in every single universe, you aren’t the woman he chooses to cherish for the rest of your lives. You the one time he does choose you, he’s also supposed to be the one to let you go?

It doesn't make sense to him, he shouldn't do this! But he must. He has to.

“Please, Peter.” Your plea rings in his ears like Green Goblin's pumpkin bomb. “Can’t you just make another spell? One that’ll make everyone who doesn’t need to remember, forget?”

You feel your heart break as he shuts his eyes once again and refuses to make eye contact with you.

He's fighting himself, you know he is.

You shakily exhale, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Okay.”

Peter eyes you wearily. “What?”

“Okay.” You repeat, nodding twice to yourself.

He doesn't believe you, you know he doesn't.

It takes a special kind of bond to know those kinds of things.

“After all of this is over and by some miracle I forget you...” You breathe in. “You won’t come find me and I’ll be okay with that.”

Peter ignores the heavy grip around his throat that restricts him from crying. Instead, he chooses to nod in quick motions.

“But you have to show me.”

You're serious. Your reddish eyes contain a glimmer of hope but it's caged away for its own protection.

“I have to show you..?”

“Yes. Show me how to forget you.”

He scoffs in disbelief and feels your bitterness scorn him. His false bravado starts to fade away.

“Y/n, please don’t do this right now.”

“I’ve known you our whole lives.” Your tone grows loud. “You used to babysit me despite being the same age, Peter. Now I’m supposed to be okay with you leaving me?”

His eyes threaten to well up and he’s trying his best to hold his own.

“You’re my best friend,” You whisper sadly. “And I love-” You get a hold of yourself.

Peter’s eyes widen and he steps closer to you. “You… you love what?”

You look away and sigh in frustration, not wanting things to go this way.

Peter cups your face, his gloved fingers softly caressing your face to soothe you.

“Tell me. Please.”

You open your eyes and look straight into his, to hell with the planning and execution.

If this is there is the slightest chance you’re gonna remember anything from tonight, you want it to be this.

“I love you.”

Peter hugs you close, his cheek pressed against the side of your head and his arms bind you tightly.

A sob bubbles out of his mouth and you hug him back just as tight, crying with him.

“I’m sorry- I’m so, so sorry.”

His throat hurts from trying to clamp down the rest of the sobs in his chest.

He pulls back and holds you face in his hands again, feeling the newfound confidence graze his heart.

He nods softly, a trying smile on his face. “I’ll remind you.”

You softly gasp at his words.

“I’ll remind you. I don’t care how long it takes but I’ll find you and tell you everything.”

He brings your foreheads together and your hair fills the spaces between his fingers.

He thinks of the other Peter's and remembers their conversations.

Their love lives aren't spectacular but it's proof that you exist. You're out there, somewhere to be discovered.

“It's... complicated.”

“I lost Gwen... she was- uh, she was my MJ.”

You're not Gwen, or MJ, or any other woman every other Peter Parker falls in love with. You're you, and he loves you.

They've made their marks and have stayed, exited or were left behind.

He won't give fate the chance to separate you from him now that's got you. Peter won't make that mistake a third time.

The sound of the bell chiming grabs your attention.

You look up and make eye contact with a shining pair of eyes, ones that are hopeful.

You think he’s cute.

You look away and busy yourself with wiping the counter with a damp rag but you have a great memory.

Nice, brown eyes that match his hair; tufts of soft curls and gelled back.

His button nose reminds you of a bunny. His lips slender and pink-ish red. His cheeks a similar rosy color from the biting cold breeze outside.

The cute stranger makes his way to the counter, not once breaking contact you despite you doing so.

“Hi, how are you?” You recite the greeting with your best customer service smile.

“I-I’m good. How are you?” He smiles back sheepishly.

“I’m great, thanks for asking. So, what can I get for you?”

You take out your notepad and pen, preparing to write down the cute guy’s order.

A few seconds go by and you look up from your notepad, not expecting the silence.

He stares at you— no, through you.

His eyes hold an inexplicable sadness, one that is conflicting.

“Do you need a minute?” You ask not able to hide your concern.

He smiles but it doesn’t feel genuine. Shaking his head, he deeply inhales.

You note his eyes seem water, like he’s tearing up but he blinks a couple of times; making them dry up a bit.

“My name is Peter Parker and I…” Peter trails off when your necklace comes into his view.

A single black dahlia petal, from when he accidentally broke it fighting Quentin Beck, also known as Mysterio.

But he knows you don’t remember that. You probably don’t even remember how you got the necklace or what it’s supposed to be.

You look at him expectantly, waiting patiently for him to finish his sentence but something tells you he’s not here for that.

“Peter?” Your soft voice brings him out of his trance and for a split second, he believes you recognize him.

“You were saying?”

Oh. Right. I told her my name.

Peter thinks about telling you everything right then and there but he ultimately decides against it.

It isn’t the right place or time.

“I’d like a coffee. Please.”

He can’t complain about a broken heart if he’s the one that broke his own.

You nod. “Okay, what kind?”

“An espresso with vanilla cold foam.”

That’s one of your favorite coffee’s and you can’t help yourself.

“I love that for you.” You say as you scribble away.

He smiles. I know. “Why?”

He just wants to hear you talk about something you’re fond of. He’ll never get tired of that.

“It’s one of my favorite drinks, I thought of it randomly one day and thought why not, you know?”

You recall the memory but something’s missing. It feels fuzzy but you can’t break this feeling of knowing. How else can you explain the memory?

“Huh.” You say. “I can’t remember ever making it. You smile but you still feel kind of uneasy.

Peter can feel a pit forming in his stomach. “You will.”

His encouragement feels cryptic.

“Is that all for you today?”

He nods and takes out a 5 dollar bill.

You cash it in the register and give him his change.

As you turn away to make his coffee, you can’t help but feel drawn to him.

He feels familiar somehow.

It’s crazy, you’ve never been the love-at-first-sight type and don’t believe in it.

What about him is making me feel this way?

It’s the way he looks at you. With longing, hope. Like he’s been waiting forever to come by this café and speak to you. Like he knew you’d be here.

You sigh, not believing yourself.

I mean seriously, I sound fucking stupid.

Shaking your head, you place a cardboard slip in the middle of the cup along with the lid on top and hand it to him.

“Here you go.” You smile.

“Thank you.”

Peter stands in front of you, opening his mouth to say something— anything.

He hesitates to turn away, it’s now or never.

He waits a beat before giving in.

“Are you going to MIT?”

He cringes internally, great now you look like some stalker idiot.

“Yeah, actually. I am.”

Something told you, you didn’t have to lie to him.

He nods. “Cool, same.”

Peter thinks he’s so fucking awkward and he wants to die but you think he’s awkwardly charming, endearing even.

I am so not crushing on him right now.

Yes you are.

“Alright, well… I’ll uh see you around?”

Why did I have to make it sound like a question?

It’s not like he’s unsure. He knows he’ll see you around because he has to.

You chuckle lightly at his attempt of making himself scarce. “Sure, have a good day.”

“You too.” He says quickly before ducking out of there.

You watch him leave through the window and feel an emptiness get ahold of you.

His presence made you feel something close to nostalgic but now it’s been multiplied tenfold.

“What is happening right now.” You murmur, dazed.

Peter lets his tears fall in an alleyway close by.

It hurts, seeing your loved one and not being able to say a thing because you’re unsure they’ll be untouched.

He doesn’t want to plague you with his curse, doom your life with dread.

May barely made it out alive and he’s living that aftermath, too.

It’s during times like this he wishes Tony were alive. He’d know what to do.

Peter remembers the night you said you love him.

You said it with an unwavering honesty, like you’ve been sure of it your whole life. And you were.

Peter shakily inhales and holds up his coffee, his name written in black sharpie on the coffee holder in your handwriting.

There’s a smiley face drawn next to his last name and feels a surge of motivation jittering in his bones.

He can’t be selfish and allow you to feel disoriented about your entire life.

He wants to be selfless but seeing your face drop when you can’t remember how one of your favorite drinks was born, makes him reevaluate.

He’ll be selfish just this once, just for you. He’ll make good on his promise.

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