#peter parker × reader

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chilly

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x sick!fem!reader

desc basically im obsessed with sick!fics. posted one a while back for another fandom 🤭 just peter worried.

a/n holy shit im so sorry i haven't been posting lately my loves. my house is currently being sold and i've been running ramped. i wrote this after i had time off work. hope you enjoy.

warnings language, fluff, grammar. (please message me if i missed any!)

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It was only October 7th and you we're already a stuffy snotty sticky mess from the sudden drop of temperature outside.

It was cold outside, but the light from your wooden bedroom windows sunbathed the room, brightening your pale complexion.

tissues were plastered all over your messy bed and your phone was constantly dinging with messages from your group chat. you didn't show up to work, or to school that day, and by the looks of your random naps and binge watches on Netflix, you had forgot to call anyone to let them know you couldn't make it, including your boyfriend peter.

you kept coughing which made your head pulsate more as you wrapped your blanket around you and curled into it, squirming and desperately trying to get comfortable.

he was always super protective of you. sometimes it was really annoying but it felt good to know he was always thinking of you. and thats probably an understatement.

you felt sick. that might've been a blunt word, but everytime you tried to swallow your own spit it hurt like hell and you felt your head beating in pain like a heart would pump blood.

you groan and pull your comforter back over your head before you flutter your eyes closed and try to get your mind off the pain in your throat. It burned everytime you breathed which made you hiss uncomfortably. You eventually get yourself to fall asleep (after way too many doses of NyQuil) with half of your body immersed in your pillow.

you rested softly for a few hours before you woke to the sound of peter climbing through your window. you're eyes could barely adjust to the light as your tried to look up to see who it was, but your body was too tired to try and shake yourself up.

he rolled on the floor after falling from your complicated window sill but quickly got up with a groan.

he puffs, dusting him self off as he looks around the room for his girl.

"love?" peter looked around curiously to find you laying in your bed.

he carefully knelt down and shook you slightly as you woke up again with a jump.

you cough. "jesus, peter. you scared the shit out of me." you shift your arms behind you to prop yourself up, as he tucks a piece of your hair that fell back behind your ear.

"sorry," he laughs. "i just got really worried. I came as soon as I could. are you alright? why weren't you at school? or work- MJ said you didn't come."

his smile turns into a concerned perplexed look.

"uh", you sit up and rub your eye, coughing.

he noticed you sweating, and your puffy red eyes and a nose rubbed red.

"are you feeling okay?" his eyes and face look soft for you as his lip pouted a little.

he comes closer to you, kneeling down as he rests his hand on your forehead gently. you press your lips together and sniffle.

"pete, im fine."

"but- you're burning up!" he adds, as you look away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? i could've taken school off or-"

"peter." you look up.

"no." you croak, "i would never let you do that."

He puffs his cheeks and breathes out as he sits with you in your bed. You look in your boyfriends eyes as he turns his head to examine you.

"you don't look well, sweets." he frowns as he kisses the top of your forehead.

"i know", you say as you sniffle and your face starts to tickle a little.

he hands you a tissue as you sneeze in your sleeves. "bless you." he rests his tongue to the side of his mouth.

spidey senses.

"you okay?" he looks at you.

"mhm", you purse your lips.

you blow your nose as he looks at your face again.

"you gonna let me take care of you?" he holds his breath in worry.

you shake your head. "no."

he frowns again. "but you're sick! you're my girlfriend I can't just leave you here." He seems stressed, folding his his hands on your arms.

you cough and add, "i don't want you to get sick. plus, you have patrol tonight."

he shakes his head. "no way, im staying."

"No." you look in his eyes.

"Yes." he nods.

"No, peter."

"Yes, y/n." he crosses his arms.

you sigh.

"im staying right here." He says determinedly as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. worry chilled up his spine for you.

"okay," you give up. "its cold anyway." you couldn't resist him. you didn't want him to patrol in the this insane cold weather anyways.

you pull a sweatshirt over your head.

"movie?" we whispers. "i'll get you snacks." he rubs your back softly.

you sweat a little and try to swallow.

you smile a little, "okay."

coughing, he rubs your arm. "are you okay?" he looks at you worriedly.

"im fine, my body just hurts."

he pulls you in a hug before kissing your head and leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

he gets back almost instantly with a bag of candy and popcorn, setting it on the bed and a mug of hot tea for your throat on the bedside table.

"can i get you anything else?" he looked sad.

your heart warmed and hurt at the same time.

"no, im okay."

he places a bowl of soup down next to the mug as you lean over to take it and sip it gently.

he lays in your bed as you open your laptop to the same crime documentary.

"again?" he groans, shifting his neck up against the pillow as he scrunches his face, looking at the ceiling.

as you giggle he looks up to see your smile which made his stomach hurt.

"yes, again." you try to hold back your lips from curling into a laugh.

he sighs and clicks the play button on your computer.

you rest your head on his chest, snuggling into him as he lays his arm around you, intertwining your hand into his.

"love you." he whispers in your hair softly, tucking a kiss to the back of your head.

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“wake up,” you nudged his arm, your body shook with urgency. “c'mon, peter— wake up!”

his muffled protests as he turned around made you grin.

peter groaned, reaching a hand on the bed until he found a part of your body. fluttering one eye open, peter searched for you. he saw you sitting on the bed, knees bucked under your weight as you glanced down at him with excitement.

“baby, why are you awake?” peter whined, burying his face in the pillow again.

“i think I can upgrade your suit,” you said, bed moving as you shifted. your ipad plopped up on your left thigh. you were touching the screen furiously as peter sat down. “look, I've made some sketches. they're not the best cause it's three a.m and I cannot find my glasses but—”

“baby,” peter muttered, scratching his eyes and looking at your slightly blurred image by his side. “it's three in the morning?”

“yes. look, peter—”

“—and you're not sleeping why?” peter yawned. you scowled at him.

“its what I've been trying to say, peter.”

something seem to click in his heavy sleepy kind.

“upgrade my suit?” he tilted his head, peaking over your sketches. eyes widening with the detailed lines. sketches. . . this were fucking masterpieces. “jesus, when did you do that? this is amazing.”

“you think?” you whispered, biting your cheek as you checked over the drawings again. “we could do a lot of things. if you want—”

“i want it. of course I want it. this is perfect.” he cupped your cheek and pecked your lips repeatedly. you blushed hard, pushing him away playfully. “you're perfect.”

“i know.”

“of course you do.” peter chuckled and suddenly wrapped his arms around your middle to bring you back to bed. not before slipping your ipad carefully on the bedside table. your shrieks echoed through the room.

“peter!”

“let's sleep and we can do all of that tomorrow.” peter smooched your whole face, neck and arms. you couldn't stop giggling. “okay?”

“okay.” you replied, rolling your eyes as you settled in his embrace. his arms involving your shoulders.

“don't slip away again,” he threatened, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and fluttering his eyes shut. “i felt betrayed.”

your body shook with laughter. “you're such a baby.”

“i felt cold without you!”

“you didn't even noticed I was gone!”

“i always notice when you're gone, shut up.”

you sighed, lifting your chin to stare at him amused. shaking your head, you left a kiss in his jaw.

“fine. I won't slip away.”

“and sleep.”

“stop ordering me, parker.”

A/N: this was not edited and I'm sleepy but I felt like posting this bye

[evermoreparker]

Lost in Translation- Part Five

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)

And reblog please!!!!!

Prologue 1 2 3 4

‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.

‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’

‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.

‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.

‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.

‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.

‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.

‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.

‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.

‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.

‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.

‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.

‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’

‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.

‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.

‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.

‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.

‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.

‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.

‘’What? Why?’’

‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.

‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.

‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.

‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.

‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.

‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.

‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.

‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?

‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.

‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.

‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.

‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?

‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.

‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.

‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.

‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’

‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’

‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.

‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.

‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.

‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.

‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.

‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.

‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.

‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.

‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.

‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.

Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.

‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.

‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.

‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.

‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.

‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.

‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.

‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.

‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.

‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.

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Brighten Up

tasm!Peter Parker × fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1 k

Summary: Peter comes to you after a bad day

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

Warnings: established relationship, nicknames (if that counts), no use of y/n, reader identifies as a girl (she/her), both Peter and you are in college (early twenties), mentions of dead characters, mentions of injury but no blood, there is crying and angst, reader comforts Pete

Above image was originally posted by @petpacks

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A/N: This is my first fic! I'm taking a leap of faith and posting it. Please be kind with your words. I hope you like it :) (I have tried to keep errors to a minimum)

I would also like to thank @luveline, you inspired me to write!

Please do not copy my work or translate them to any other languages. Please do not repost on any platforms.

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You've just finished making dinner when you hear the soft knocking on the window. You wiped your hands on the kitchen towel, a slight smile on your lips as you were looking forward to a night with your boyfriend.

After 6 months of dating, even before you knew Peter was Spider-Man, he had made it a point for either of you to spend Saturday evenings at the other's house- whether it was a simple movie or just dinner, he wanted at least one day a week of holding you close. It was something both of you looked forward to.

Once you found out about his crime fighting alias, he came to you after patrol whenever he was nearby, making sure not to be followed.

The window slides open as you walk towards it, Peter in his Spider-Man suit climbing inside. He removes his mask, brown hair in a fluffy mess, and immediately embraces you.

"Hey love, everything ok? Are you hurt?" you asked, concerned at his action, your hand unconsciously moving to comb through his hair, something you did to calm him down when he was nervous. He says a muffled 'no', and you let out the breath you had been holding. Peter had come home injured many times and though he healed fast, you never wanted to see him hurt like that.

Your heart broke when you heard the sniffling noise that issued from your boyfriend, whose face was buried in the crook of your neck.

You slightly part from his arms so that you can look at him. You place your hand against his cheeks and turn his head towards your face. He leans into your touch, forehead resting against yours. His eyes are moist; tears brimming them, threatening to fall.

You slowly guide him towards the bed, both sitting down on it. You don't push him to tell you anything, and he is thankful. Having to fight crime is hard, especially when he is just a college student, still figuring out his life. He already feels better now, with you holding him close.

He tries to keep his tears back, but he knows even if he does cry, you would never judge him. He had cried the day he told you about his family- his parents, Uncle Ben, and Gwen. You accepted it all- everything about him. You have supported him in every decision he has taken.

"Bad day" he says after a while of silence. You look into his brown eyes, the same ones that have an amused glint when he tells you something funny, the ones that gleam with excitement when he explains some science thing to you, the ones that have gazed adoringly into yours so many times. Today they are sad, but they still have their shine. The fire in them is still there- the same fire that makes him help the people of the city so selflessly. You wipe the few tears that manage to fall.

"First I was late to my test because some villain decided it was a nice time to attack the zoo, and he managed to get away. Then I miss out on the last few questions on my test. The manager of my part time job told me to do something, that I messed up and got scolded for. Then there's a robbery in a bank and one of the robbers gets away- and I- I just I couldn't help them and-"

His voice cracks in the end and he lets out a heart wrenching sob, and you carefully pull him into your chest." shh... It's ok Love.. " you cooed, rubbing his back gently. It's better for him to let it out."It's alright..." you continued to talk to him in quiet, comforting whispers until he calmed down enough to talk.

He knew it was somewhat of an overreaction, but it had been hard for him, the last few weeks he had been stressed at school and had gotten less sleep than usual.

Peter was always afraid that he would not be able to help everyone. Though today no one had gotten injured, he knew he wasn't at his best, and that scared him. That he could not reach them in time. Not able to save them…. Just like he couldn't save Gwen.

"None of it is your fault, ok? We can't help everyone, in the end we're just human Peter." you said, continuing to hold him so he knew you were with him.

"You help people because you want to. And that's the best thing we can do. Want to do something for change." you said, he nodded slightly, but he was still doubting, from how his body was slightly stiff against yours.

"Peter, you are the best person I've ever met. You've done so much for the people. You have helped in every way you can to make the city safer. And I'm so proud of you for who you are." you kissed him on the forehead and tilted his head towards your face, making sure he looked in your eyes before you continued. "With and without the mask. Because with the mask you are Spider-Man. Brave. Selfless. The hero every logical person appreciates and loves" Peter laughed a little at the last statement, his mind going to Jameson.

"And without the mask," you continued " You are Peter Parker. Kind. Gentle. Nerdy. The light of my life" you said, looking deeply in his doe eyes- it amazed you how fast you could get lost in them. "So never feel bad for something you did or couldn't do ok? Because I know for a fact anyone who says or even thinks anything bad about you will have to go through your girlfriend, and I've heard she can be pretty wild if something like that comes to her notice"

Peter genuinely smiles at that "Really?" he asks, looking up at you "I've not seen your wild side that much."

"That's because you've been on my good side" you answered, hand moving his hair out of his eyes. " And you'll be as long as you're nice to yourself Pete. I couldn't think what I'd do without you by my side"

"I will bug" he says, bringing his forehead to yours as your arms wrap around his neck, your lips brushing lightly against his.

"I love you" it's not a new confession. He knows you do and have been for the last 2 years, but it warms his heart as if it's the first everytime you say it. He brings his hands up to your face, thumb gentle as it brushes against your lower lip.

"I love you more" he says before closing the distance to kiss you sweetly.

You both bask in the comfortable silence that surrounds you, until you tell him to eat dinner with you.

You were the light to every darkness that he had in his life and there was nothing you couldn't brighten up.

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pairing(s): mcu peter parker x fem!reader

desc honestly such a short concept. reader is whimpering/crying about seeing peter getting hurt on the news but he shows up perfectly fine, maybe a few scratches and holds the reader on the floor, wiping her tears.

a/n currently craving comfort like this so i wrote this specifically for comfort. hope you enjoy loves.

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warnings grammar, fluff. lmk if i missed anything.

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You took off your shoes at the door, tossing the car keys on the table nearby.

you sighed and went into the kitchen to get yourself a snack before your boyfriend peter came back from whatever he had to do. you always got worried sick about him when he was out at night for so long.

you sit yourself on the couch as soft rain drips down the window, crunching your cheap popcorn and shuffling to find the remote hidden beneath the cushion under you. You turn on the TV to the news of new york, watching all of the dramatic scenes of crime or new updates.

and then, it clicks to spiderman. spidermans news. you shfited your postion to sit up more, you always loved watching your boyfriend get fantasized and loved by the people of your city. But..this time it was different.

The screen flashed images of peter seriously hurt. you felt your stomach drop to the floor as your eyes filled with flashing images of deep wounds and him knocked on the floor. he looked pale, deep purple bruises matched on his face.

your eyes filled with tears and your throat felt like it was burning flames. you hated that peter had to go through this, the one you loved was constantly in danger and it shattered your heart into pieces.

this was the worst you had ever seen him.

tears streamed down your face and into your ears as you go into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. you couldn't bare to even look at the screen any longer. you feel yourself sink against the door, adrenaline rushing through your entire head. my peter.

you choke on sobs as you felt something pierce inside of you. you held your phone close to your chest hoping he would call you back. you needed desperately to know he was safe, alive.

Peter was always working. always. till' he nearly kills himself. You knew he was equipped with powers to sustain himself, and you also knew he was peter. you knew he was always strong and he always got up, no matter how hard he got smashed into the ground, over and over.

you close your eyes and matching tears peirce your head as they fall into the floor, choking on your own throat, resting your head on your knees tucked into your chest against the door.

you feel the bathroom door open from behind you and you nearly scream.

"is everything okay? i heard whimpering was that-"

Peter looks down at you on the floor. He was in his suit, holding his mask in one hand. His expression changed immediately when he saw your red eyes. you looked like you had been crying for hours. he knelt down next to you.

"im so sorry- did i scare you? whats going on?" His eyes were filled of worry as he held you in a hug.

you sobbed into his chest. "What the hell peter i thought you we're dead!" You whimper as you cling to his suit.

"What? No! Of course not- Why- Why would I be dead-" he breathes out, wrapping his arms around you as he feels his suit begin to get wet with your tears.

"You didn't anwser you phone.." you try to catch your breath, pulling away from him with a sniffle, checking him for any sign of wounds.

"Im so sorry y/n, i-i got out late." he rubs your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, you crying into his.

your voice breaks, "i-i saw the photos on the news- t-they looked so terrible a-and-" tears roll down your cheeks.

"oh" he wipes your face, holding it with his hands as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "The news shows stuff like that all of the time, they probably edited it or something, i'm okay, i promise! Mr. Stark just needed some back up, everything is fine now.."

"I got you." he leans his head against yours and turns his face slightly to press a kiss to your lips, you breathe in and pull away, he wipes your tears with his hand.

you're chest feels warm with the same feeling of home again. your heart starts to swell.

he reaches for your pinky layed beside you on the floor, as he intertwines his into yours.

"i pinky promise, okay?" he pulls you in a hug as he caresses his thumb against your hand, still holding your pinky.

you nod gently, and rest the side of your face on his shoulder, letting yourself relax again.

he gently rests his chin on the top of your head. "im not going to leave you." he nearly whispers.

you nod slightly. "okay."

He helps you off the floor and leads you back to the couch, handing you a glass of water, sitting next you. you feel him wrap his arm around you.

"are you okay?" he asks slowly as he looks at you.

"yeah of course." you breathe out shakily as you take a sip of your water.

sighing, you set the water beside you and snuggle up to peter.

"im sorry you had to see that." he looks down. "i promise it wasn't real."

you nod and he holds your hand.

"what do you wanna do?" he looks at you softly. "i could get you something, or we could go out to a park." He holds his breath, making a puff in his cheeks.

you shake your head. "i just want you right now."

He nods and presses another kiss into your forehead.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" You ask gently, looking up at him from his chest.

His lips curve down as he shakes his head. "No, not at all." He smiles gently.

"Okay." You press your lips together and wipe your face.

You rest your head on his shoulder and he leans against the side of yours, folding his fingers into your hand.

[railingsofsorrow]

Broken Promises

[peter parker x reader]

summary: doctor strange casts the spell that will make everyone forget who spiderman is and peter parker loses his footing in life. how could he do anything without the people he loved by his side? how could peter find strength now that you weren’t there? more importantly, can he keep his promise to make you remember him again?

pairing: p.p x fem!reader

w.c: 1.6K

warnings/content: no way home ending (is a trigger as it is, isn’t it?); heartbreak; pain; hurt no comfort; do I need to say more? read at your own risk; canon divergence. 

A/N: I'm back at my spiderboy phase. first of all, this takes months after the memory wipe spell, which means that it's a slightly different no way home timeline.

[loosely inspired by all too well]

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❝[...] And I know it's long

gone

And there was nothing

else I could do

And I forget about you

long enough

To forget why I needed to [...]❞

➶ ➷

Peter Parker never thought he would lose you.  

He knew breaking-up was a possibility. But this didn't mean he would lose you truly. You two had a connection that nobody or anything could break apart. Being friends first, then evolving to best friends, helped in building that bridge.  

He just didn't count for the memory wipe spell that would force everyone that ever knew him to forget about him.  

You would forget about him. All the things you did together; all the 3 a.m talks, the patching up his bruises, the looks of understanding across the room, the touches. It would all be erased. It would all be gone.

Because of a mistake he made and now he had to deal with it. For the greater good.  

Sometimes, Peter thinks fuck the greater good.  

When your father told him that you and he would never work out, for example. 

Or when Doctor Strange wanted to send back those people from other universes that needed help, to their eventual doom.  

Or when you confessed to him and he eventually built the courage to be with you without being scared of making you a target because of his alter ego. He was still apprehensive, but he could protect you. He could. 

It was all worth it. He met some great people—his brothers, the other Peters from different universes—ones he would never forget. He hoped they didn't forget him either, wherever they were now. Peter gave second chances because they are possible. And he loved. He loved so much that his heart could burst with the feeling.  

Peter learned that there was no happiness like loving you.  

He vowed to not take it for granted. He promised to not put you in harm's way — even if you did jump on the opportunity of it at any given moment.  

Still, he feels like he failed at everything.  

Or. . . not quite.  

Seeing your smile through the glass window of the donut shop was an indicator of that.  He was almost entering the place where you and your friends had spent hours studying or talking at a table as you waited for MJ to finish her shift.

The snow caused shivers to go down his body — it was cold. Winter arrived so quickly Peter didn’t even realize it. Snowflakes were melting as they fell in his coat.  

Peter didn’t move to enter the shop. Not after he saw you for the first time in months. You love the winter. He thought, watching the differences in you. Your hair was longer, touching below your shoulder. A new piercing in your left eyebrow was another detail that wasn’t there. He noticed the cut right above your brow as well.

When he saw the cut in your eyebrow, his breath got stuck in his throat. “You got hurt,” He whispered, “I'm sorry.” He looked at you with eyes full of tears. Then, a sob came. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

Your hands reached to wipe his tears with a shake of your head, “No. It's barely a scratch, Peter. It wasn't your fault. You're beaten up and you worry about my ordinary cut?” You attempted to make a joke out of the situation. 

He could see it had not been a barely scratch; it became a scar. A thin line above your eyebrow, almost unnoticeable if someone wasn't looking for it specifically. 

He gave you that. 

The dark red fabric you were wearing around your neck made him stop in his tracks and he ended up bumping into someone that was leaving the shop. 

It was with shaky hands around the scrunched piece of paper of rehearsed lines that he felt his heart pinch. 

There you were. Laughing at something a curly-haired boy sitting at your side said, throwing your head back. You were happy. There was joy in your features. No ounce of worry, no lines of fear. Nothing like when you were with him. 

But you still had it. The scarf. An item of his you had insisted that it looked better on you. You weren’t wrong, it had always looked better on you. On every cold day, he’d carry it with him just so he could wrap it loosely around your neck, the way he knew you liked it. You’d give him a smile and intertwine your fingers.  

That did not mean anything, did it? The piece of clothing could mean something entirely distinct to you now. There was no ‘us’ anymore. Peter concluded.

He wondered if you were different from when he knew you. It had only been a few months but he could see change. 

You're okay. His brain said. 

At the same time, his heart screamed. 

You don't miss me.  

You don't need me anymore. 

Oh

Oh, this feeling was worse than any stab in the abdomen he had ever suffered.  

Peter Parker never thought he would lose you. Not like this. Not by you losing all recollection of everything you both have been through. Not by you forgetting that you loved him. That he loved you.  

Loves. 

He loves you, of course, he does. It won't change overnight.  

It won't ever change, he ponders. 

He let out the air he was holding when MJ approached your table and stood in front of you, blocking his sight. His heart clenched when Ned Leeds appeared a few feet away from the entrance, typing away on his phone.  

“You're my best friend, Peter. If you're in trouble then I will help. No matter what you say.”  Ned's voice echoed in his mind. 

MJ heard the bell announcing a new client and walked behind the counter to ask for his order. Peter swallowed hard when your eyes met his and the paper he was holding eventually ripped in two. He glanced down at it, pretending to be surprised when he actually wanted to prevent the tears from rolling down his cheeks.  

Fuck the universe. You destroyed me. I won't destroy them.  

“Sir, are you okay?” MJ's voice took him out of his thoughts.  

Peter looked up, blinking fast and forced out a smile. He could still feel your eyes on him. A tinge of hope igniting against his will. She doesn't remember. It’s better this way. 

“I am- uh, my name is Peter Parker and I. . .” His eyes drifted over to your table again, you were looking at something your friend was showing you on his phone. The friend, however, was staring at him. He looked back at MJ before he could decide whether it was a glare or not. “. . . I would like a coffee.” 

Her brows furrowed but she nodded, telling him she would be right back with his order.  

He sat by the window, with his back to you this time. The feeling of eyes burning on his back did not make him turn around. 

He realized then that he couldn't do that to you. He couldn't take off the smile on your face. That spark in your eyes.  

Peter would have to accept that you were better off without him. All of you were. You were safer and that was what mattered to him.  

“Peter.” You said, the space between the two of you disappearing in your attempt of clinging to him in desperation. “Peter, I don't want you to go.”  

“I'm not going anywhere,” He told you, hands wrapping around your back and squeezing you a bit. You started to sob. Peter felt his heart break.  

You buried your nose in his neck as if you were scared you would never be able to do that again.  

“Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you. I don't want to be without you. There has to be another way.” 

“You won't.” There was certainly in his tone. He would make you remember, no matter what it took. “I'll make you remember me. Hey,” He leaned away to cup your cheeks, smiling sadly with the waterfall in your eyes. “I'll make you remember me, okay? I promise.” 

You sniffled, clutching his hand that was touching your cheek. “You promise?” 

“I promise.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. “I promise I will make you remember me.” 

You nodded, albeit the weight in your chest was still heavy, it was bearable now that he made the promise. Not in all of the years you met peter parker had he broken a promise with you.  

And it wouldn't happen now. 

“I love you,” You repeated at least five times while kissing him. Tears making the kiss salty. He didn't care.  

“I love you.” He said, resting his forehead on yours as your eyes fluttered shut. It was a moment of peace. A minute without chaos. A few seconds of pretending you weren't saying goodbye.

“I promise.” He repeated it gently before leaving your embrace. 

Peter took a last look in your direction before he left the shop with the coffee in hand.  

I'm sorry I broke the promise.  

Your connection would remain. Even if the only one who knew of it and felt it now, was him.  

What Peter didn't see was that you were watching him go with a curious glint in your eyes.

A/N: i suffered a bit ngl.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[holy-minseok]

We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂