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bradtomlovesya · 9 months
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waves hi, I'm Blue, kinda new around here. Do you have any favorite Peter Parker writers?
Hello Blue! Welcome to Tumblr's fam and thank you for your message, always happy to meet new people 💙
Some of my favorite writers are these: @parkerpeter24 @tomsholland2412 @tom-holland-parker @cherienymphe @madmadmilk @tomhollandfics
Hope it helps 🤍
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bradtomlovesya · 9 months
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So perfectly wrong totally ruined me 😭 in a good way! Can we please see a lighthearted piece with Peter to make up for it? Maybe some idiots to lovers with unrequited love that isn’t actually unrequited? Idiot Peter and idiot reader is the best combo ❤️
Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it.
You can find it - HERE -
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Perfectly Wrong Pt. 2
Idiot! Peter Parker x Idiot! Reader
Summary: Peter tries to make up and get you back. Based on this request - HERE - / Part 1 here
Warnings: A bit Angst!, Fluff!, mentions of alcohol.
w/c: 1.7k+
a/n: I hope you like this one. I am very proud of how it turned out. Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK.
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6 months. 6 months since you closed that door and didn't look back.
Peter tried to look for you the day after you left, but you told him to go away. You told him not to come looking for you again, especially if he hadn't dealt with his shit on his own.
At first Peter begged and pleaded, but when you told him "You're only hurting me more" he understood that you were right. He had been a piece of shit to you and "I'm sorry" without real change was just empty words.
It meant nothing. He had to get better, to suffer, to learn, to do better and, although you definitely didn't owe him anything, he hoped out of the goodness of your heart you'd still be willing to listen to him when all his shit got straightened out.
And that's why he waited 6 months. 6 months in which he really took the time to heal. 
The first step was to go to therapy, which helped a lot. His psychologist advised him at a certain point to meet with his ex so they could talk about everything and, although at first it seemed like an idea straight out of a madman's confession book, a month ago it didn't seem like such a bad idea and that's why he found a way to contact her and they arranged to meet in a coffee shop.
To Peter's surprise, MJ remembered him, had told him that she had regained her memories some years ago but didn't feel it was right to go back to him after the years had passed. Besides, she wasn't the same person anymore and she was sure he wasn't either.
It was then that Peter, after hearing what MJ had to say, realized that even if he had sought her out and told her everything, things would never have been as they were before. People change, things change and you fit the new version of Peter. He was happy with you... Damn it! You were the only thing that kept him sane and he cursed himself for how he had treated you, how he had made you feel.
And so, without further ado, Parker was able to continue his healing process. The guilt of not having sought out MJ was gone, his vision was finally clear enough. After that he also came to the conclusion that alcohol was not a great ally, he had to moderate himself; maybe it was because he was a spider-man that he doesn’t tolerate much alcohol, it didn't matter too much why, all he knew was that he shouldn't test his luck by getting drunk again.
Six months later here he was, with a bouquet of peonies - your favourite flowers - standing in front of the entrance to block 2 of the university waiting for your English literature class to finish. Peter knew your timetable, had been studying it and had been watching you from a distance so as not to miss the little changes you were going through. 
He knew you weren't happy, you always stared at the fountain where the two of you kissed for the first time wondering how it had all ended up that way. Parker had to control himself with all his strength more than once not to run and hug you, but not before fulfilling his promise to heal himself.
You didn't want that conversation to be the end of everything. You knew Peter had had a bad time but that didn't make him a bad person. He was just a wounded person who needed to heal and you really hoped that, when he did, he would come to you so that you could begin the process of reconciliation.
And maybe you should get on with your life, stick to how he treated you that last time and not go back to him, as your friends advised you to do. But they didn't know him like you did, they didn't know that during the whole year you were together Peter never raised his voice to you, not even when you did. He was the one who taught you what real, healthy love was, who had helped you grow in so many ways to become the person you were now.
Even if you looked like an idiot, you just wanted to go back to him even if he was an idiot too, so you could be idiots together.
When you walked out the door, you saw it. He was standing there wearing one of his plaid shirts - your favourite, by the way - and holding your favourite flowers. Your face immediately lit up - this was the moment you had been waiting for? It seemed that Peter was looking at you with the eyes of a lover and he had indeed taken the time to heal, you didn't know why or how but there was a glow, an aura, an air about him that told you so.
"Hello" He said almost breathlessly and in a faint whisper. He was afraid you would reject him.
"Hi" You replied with a small smile of amazement and disbelief. You were about to ask someone to pinch you in case this turned out to be a dream.
"I brought you these," he handed you the flowers and ran his hand through his hair, tousling it a little. He had let it grow out and you could see those little waves you liked so much.
"Thank you." You received them and sniffed. You loved their scent. "You look nice," you admitted.
"Thank you" he smiled and looked you in the eye. "Do you want to... Uh" he gulped. "Do you want to take a walk and talk to me?"
There was silence around you, the few people who had stopped to look had already left.
"Sure, why not?" You nodded and began to walk beside him at a quiet but steady pace.
"I like your new cut" he added with his hands in his pockets. "It suits you. "
"Really? It doesn't really suit me" you laughed and shrugged your shoulders.
"Honestly, everything looks good on you" He looked you in the eye and then looked straight ahead again as you blushed. 
"I haven't heard from you in months, what have you done?" You changed the subject and got to the point. That was why he was here, wasn't it?
"Well I... I went to therapy, I'm still going" he nodded and walked looking at the floor. "I also talked to MJ, my ex from high school." You watched him closely, you were curious what he had to say. "I worked some things out, resolved some doubts" he sighed. "It was a long and gruelling process but I was finally able to move on, I really was."
"I'm glad for that." you said sincerely. "You had a lot of things to sort out.... That and alcohol were not a good combination." You paused for a moment and looked away. It was painful to think about that day.
"I didn't drink again either, one beer is enough." He stopped in front of you and took your hands gingerly. "I'm really sorry for everything I've put you through." The pain and tone in his voice assured you that he was being honest, he really was sorry. "Wait here," he indicated before running to a fast food cart and buying two hot dogs. "Hungry?" he asked as soon as he returned to you and handed you one of the hot dogs. "Just mustard for you."
Your heart went out to him, still remembering the little things about you. "Thank you. You took a bite and both of you walked on. "So it's all settled then?" 
"Not everything." He denied. "There's still something I want to show you. Something you need to know." He inhaled deeply. "Would you mind going to my flat?"
"Now?" He nodded. "Oh yeah, okay." You nodded too.
You both walked to his flat while you ate and chatted about trivia. The silence wasn't awkward, that was characteristic of when you spent time together. 
"After you." Peter said after opening the door. 
You went in first and when he closed the door you followed him into his room. He instructed you to sit on the bed while he went into the bathroom and, when he came out, you just nodded with a smile.
"You don't look surprised." He said with a raised eyebrow.
"Why? Because you're Spiderman? I knew that." You laughed and stood up. 
"What? How?" Peter asked, confused.
"You'd always disappear and then it would be on the news that Spider-man had saved someone, I found a suit while cleaning your flat once and there was no way a normal human being would lift the neighbour's truck because there was a cat under it." You shrugged. "I just connected the dots."
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" He frowned.
"Because I thought when you were ready you'd tell me, I didn't want to pressure you." You looked him in the eye. "I'm smarter than I look."
Peter was heartbroken to hear you say that. That night, he implied that you were stupid and that his ex was smarter than you. How could he have hurt you so much? You, the person he loved most in the world.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Tears appeared in his eyes. "What I said that night was horrible." He hugged you and collapsed into your arms. "You were right, you've always been right about everything." He clung to you. "I'm an idiot."
"Shh..." you murmured, stroking his hair. This was a new Peter. A Peter who had healed and now understood the magnitude of his mistakes. "I forgive you." you whispered softly and clung to him.
"I will be better, I will do better. I will love you better." He looked into your eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. 
"I know." You smiled slightly. "We'll do it together." 
Peter moved close enough to kiss your lips slowly, he wanted the kiss to show you how much he loved you, he regretted it and he had changed. 
You both knew it would be a long process and a long road, but you would walk it bit by bit, together and always trying to be better.
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bradtomlovesya · 9 months
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how about the reader, who is playing a role in the Scream Movie, deciding to prank tom and their friends by borrowing the ghostface costume from set to scare them. Basically recording it to post for promotion. This Is actually what I did to my friends 😭
Hello sweetheart! I just finished it, you can find it - HERE -
Thank you for your request. I had fun wiriting it 💜. Hope you like it
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bradtomlovesya · 9 months
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GHOSTFACE
Tom Holland x Actress! Reader
Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)
W/C: 1.1k+
A/n: sorry the delay I was heartbroken and just started to feel like myself again. Thank you for being patient with me ♡. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK 🫶🏻
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Tom still didn't know what your new project was. You had told him that you would have an important role in a big franchise but you hadn't told him more than that, you wanted it to be a complete surprise.
Your friends - and his friends as they were mutual friends of both of you - had arranged to go to the set as they would pick you up and then go for drinks at a nearby pub. They were just supposed to go and watch a bit of the set while you finished changing and taking off your make-up, or at least that's what they thought.
A few months ago, at Halloween, they all agreed to play a prank on you where Tom was supposed to be "possessed" and with Harry's help they had done so many effects and props that you completely believed it. Only to find out it was a joke. It was time for revenge.
You and a couple of friends from the set had an idea in hand, and had even discussed the idea with the director who thought it would be excellent publicity for the new film.
So there you were with a fake wound in your stomach that wouldn't stop bleeding and a fake knife in your hand, you hoped that in the dim light no one would notice the difference between it and the real thing.
As soon as you heard the voice of Tom and friends calling your name in the dark, empty set, you knew it was time to take action. You walked quickly with one hand covering your wound and approached them using your best acting techniques. Clearly, it was all being recorded.
"What are you guys doing here, didn't you see my message? Someone from the cast went crazy and we're waiting for the police" you tried to guide them as best you could to a 'hideout' "shit" you muttered.
"What are you talking about? Wait a minute..." spoke Tom, your boyfriend. "That's real?" He said fitting the pieces together in his head and moved his hand closer to your wound. He just grazed it, but your moan of pain was more than convincing. Now everyone was more than worried.
"Oh my god... I'll call the police" Harry said grabbing his phone so you snatched it away from him as soon as you heard the sound of something metal falling.
"We already called them" you muttered. "They're on their way. We just have to hide until the cops-" a secret compartment opened up in the floor and you fell through it as you screamed. An inflatable mattress was waiting for you below, but they were too scared to have noticed.
"Y/n!" Tom shouted in desperation and Sam covered his mouth with his hands. "Get your hands off me! We have to go get her!" A bead of sweat trickled down his back. This couldn't be happening. "She's my girlfriend, Sam!" Tom tried to struggle but between all the boys they managed to shut him up, there was a killer on the loose and all they needed was for Tom to shout out his exact location.
"Tom you won't be able to find her if you get killed so you need to keep your mouth shut," Harry mutters. "Promise if I take my hand away you'll stop screaming?" he asked and Tom nodded.
"What are we going to do now?" he asked in a low tone of voice and that's when your scream was heard throughout the studio.
"Tom help me!" you exclaimed in desperation. "Please!"
All the boys including your boyfriend ran off in the direction your voice came from. Tom ran faster than the rest but, when they reached the place, the light was very low and you were no longer there.
Or well, you were, only you were already wearing your Ghostface costume, ready for the final scare.
"I can't die, I still can't find a girlfriend!" Tuwaine started hyperventilating.
"I'm still a virgin! I can't die a virgin!" Paddy mentioned.
Harrison placed his hand on Tom's shoulder and Tom couldn't help but turn around with his fists in the air, that was his simp reflex.
"It's me, relax" Haz said holding up his hands so Tom could see them.
"Uhh... guys..." Harry pointed to a spot in front of him. "We've got company" right in front of them was you in full costume.
They all turned to run but as soon as they did they saw someone else standing there wearing the costume, the exact same costume.
They were surrounded. They all raised their fists in the air trying to look brave. In reality some had already wet their trousers.
"What do you want from us?" Your boyfriend exclaimed. "What did you do to my girlfriend?!" he shouted in frustration.
It was time to end the joke.
"I didn't do anything to your girlfriend" you spoke to him disguising your voice so they wouldn't recognise yours. "Because..." you took off your mask and laughed. "I am your girlfriend!" The lights came on as your friends and boyfriend looked on in shock.
"But what-" Haz muttered, trying to catch his breath.
"Don't miss Scream 5, only in cinemas," you spoke into a camera and winked.
"I thought you were dead!" Tom exclaimed and lifted you off the ground over his shoulder. He was a little annoyed... but he also understood that he deserved it, especially after the prank he played on you last halloween. "You little trickster," he laughed.
"So this is the movie you're working on, huh?" Sam asked and you nodded as soon as Tom allowed your feet to touch the ground.
"I have to admit that a prank on your boyfriend and his friends with the theme of the movie is great publicity" He said looking at all the cameras. "But I need another pair of trousers" he pointed to his now damp jeans and laughed embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that, I thought I would die without finding love."
Tuwain sighed "make that two pairs of trousers please and exactly as Harry said."
"Wait a second. This looks like another one of those Horror movies with predictable characters" Sam scoffed.
"What do you mean?" asked Tom.
"Well then... Tom is the main character and possible popular guy, y/n is his girlfriend who turns out to be the killer, Harry is the guy who records everything, I'm the filler character, Tuwaine is the 'coloured friend' - no offence - he clarified. And Paddy is the kid"
"What about me?" Haz raised his hand.
"You're the shallow blonde who dies at the beginning" explained Harry.
"Hey!" Harry groaned but then laughed, "Yeah...makes sense."
They all laughed. Tom knew he had to fight back better next year and you knew he would. This was just the beginning of a new annual prank war.
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since y’all didn’t respond to my well thought out post. have some memes calling y’all out, as well as a link to my other well thought out and written post. i’m tired of seeing people complain about their dash being dead, when they only like shit. reblog or shut up - LINK
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bradtomlovesya · 10 months
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Excuse me what the actually fuck? This- this made me feel things! 🫠... jeez...
same side of the coin.
NWH! Rough! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader x Tom Holland
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Summary: After Dr. Strange's spell goes awry, more than just villains and other spiderman's come through the rift between the multiverses. Peter is at his wit's end, and after his fight with Green Goblin, Peter doesn't care that his celebrity counterpart is in the room...
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A/N: So I changed the timeline a bit to where Peter met the other spidermen just a bit earlier before the villains showed themselves. I know it's a significant change, but it's for plot purposes honestly.
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Genre: Erotica, Angst, Slight Fluff Rated: Explicit Warning: Smut, 18+, p in v sex, rough sex, angry sex, rough! peter, tom is a perv, voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, unprotected sex, Canon Divergent plotline, doggy style, missionary, wall sex, dirty talk, peter is fuckin filthy and ANGRY
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Author: ScariusAquarius
MINORS/AGELESS/BLANKS DO NOT INTERACT 
It was strange to look into the eyes of someone who wasn't Peter Parker. While the man on your couch looked every bit of Peter Parker, it was almost glaringly obvious how much he actually wasn’t Peter.
When the whole ordeal with Dr. Strange’s spell going haywire because of Peter’s constant changing of the spell had occurred, the rift between the multiverse had completely deteriorated. Villains from other realities were sucked into your universe along with other versions of Peter ...and with the other Peter’s had tagged along the strange enigma that was Tom Holland.
It had been strange to come across the man who you had thought was Peter at first, but found out very quickly that he very much was not your Peter.
It was late in the night; the city had mostly gone to sleep. Peter had sucked himself into trying to find the villains that had come through the rift along with the two other Peter’s that had gotten sucked into your reality, and with him being gone, you had gotten restless and decided to get a late night snack from the local convenience store just down the street from your apartment that had a little fast food stand that was open 24/7.
You hadn’t exactly been paying too much attention to your surroundings when you got inside the store, but when you saw a familiar head of brown hair standing at the counter and speaking softly to the owner, you had become extremely confused.
“Peter? What are you doing here?”
The man had stiffened, turning around with surprised brown eyes, and you were staring right at your boyfriend. You squinted slightly, confused as you stepped close and spoke to him softly so that the owner, Chavez, wouldn’t hear you.
“Peter, I thought you were on patrol for those villains?”
Peter looked like a deer caught in headlights, staring at you with a shocked expression before his mouth began to move.
“Um, I’m terribly sorry, love, but I’m…not actually Peter.”
You were dumbfounded by the way he spoke, the British accent catching you off-guard, and you would have laughed had the current circumstances not led you to believe the man.
“Wait, are you….are you like a…different Peter?”
The man looked around to see if it was clear, and he spoke softly to you with a worried and….confused expression.
“No, it’s…it’s going to sound absolutely bonkers, but I…My name is Tom. I portray Peter in the movies.”
In the movies? Not-Peter, or Tom as he had called himself, stared at you, seeming to gauge your reaction, and you asked him with a raised brow.
“In the movies? Like….like an actor?”
Tom nodded his head vigorously, eyes seeming to light up in a way that instantly reminded you of Peter.
“Yes, exactly! In my reality, Peter is just a character that I portray. I…I was actually filming when something happened. I…I just ended up here.”
You were dumbfounded before you took out your phone and began typing in Peter’s number. Tom looked confused as to what you were doing before you placed the phone up to your ear.
“Hello? (Y/n)? Are you okay? What happened?”
Peter’s voice was borderline frantic, and you almost felt bad about calling him so randomly before you muttered, Tom’s eyes widening slightly.
“Um, Peter? I…I think I found another one of…well, you. He says he’s not you, but he looks literally just like you.”
The line was quiet for a moment before Peter finally spoke.
“I’m on the way. Where are you?”
“Well, I’m actually at Chavez’s convenience store. I got hungry waiting for you. Do you….want me to take him to my place while we wait for you?”
Tom was shifting from foot to foot, looking slightly anxious as he watched and listened, and Peter finally spoke after a moment.
“Yes, that’s fine. I’m about ten minutes away.”
“Okay. I’ll be here. I love you.”
Tom’s eyebrows shot up in shock, making you frown at him with a questioning look as you continued to stare each other down.
“I love you too.”
Peter hung up, and when you put your phone down, Tom blurted out.
“Love you? Are you and Peter…together?”
You became even more confused, asking as you tilted your head.
“Yes, why? Is…um, does my character not fall in love with him or something?”
Tom looked conflicted on whether or not he wanted to indulge you before sighing.
“Darling, you don’t even exist in my reality.”
And that was how you found yourself sitting across from Tom in deafening silence back in your apartment. During the time that he had been there, Tom had explained all there was to know about his universe and how Peter was just a comic book character that got turned into movies, which was why Peter looked the way that he did to you (and why the other Peter’s looked vastly different).
Tom had, thankfully, only slightly touched up on the fact that you didn’t exist. You weren’t a comic character, didn’t have an actress counterpart, nor any other multiverse you. You were simply an enigma in a world full of endless possibilities. 
And somehow, that wasn’t even the slightest bit comforting. 
So, you and Tom had elected to sit in awkward and stiff silence until Peter was crawling through your apartment window. His eyes were immediately on Tom, and Tom looked starstruck to see his doppelganger right in front of him. Peter, though cautious, carefully stepped around him and gazed at you. 
His gaze was tired; a hollow reflection within his deep brown eyes that betrayed his façade of composure. Peter was subtly shaking; fists clenching and unclenching slightly, and it was almost saddening to you how angry and upset he seemed to be. 
But this had become the new norm since the whole ordeal with Mysterio had begun: constant stress and tension that never seemed to leave Peter’s body. He was trying desperately to hold it together, and it only made you soften your gaze as you stared up at the young man. Peter asked you softly. 
“Are you alright? Have you eaten anything yet?”
His hand reached for yours, and you quietly intertwined your fingers together as you nodded, feeling almost shy by the way Tom was watching you two with acute interest. 
“I’m okay, and yes, I’ve eaten. I bought Tom and I sandwiches…your sandwich is in the fridge right now.”
At the mention of the man’s name, Peter frowned and turned around to gaze at Tom. They seemed to stare at one another; sizing each other up before Peter asked him. 
“Who are you, exactly?”
Tom straightened up a bit, looking almost…excited…to be speaking with Peter. 
“My name is Tom. I…In my reality, I’m an actor that portrays you.”
Peter looked caught off guard by the British accent, and you couldn’t help but giggle, whispering to Peter. 
“I know, the accent caught me off guard too.”
Tom looked sheepish as Peter glanced at you before he looked back at Tom and then back at you. You murmured softly, placing your hand on Peter’s bicep. 
“You’ll have to let Dr. Strange know about Tom. If he’s here, there’s no telling who else could have gotten through. You gotta go see Strange, Peter.”
Peter’s shoulders tensed, and he turned to you, shaking his head slightly as his eyes closed. 
“I know, I just…I just really, really need a break.”
Your heart broke at the way Peter seemed to shrink in on himself, and you held him close, whispering as he gathered you up in his arms. 
“I know you do, baby. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Peter 2 and Peter 3 can take care of themselves…and I’m sure Ned wouldn’t mind probing the two of them with all sorts of questions to keep them busy.”
Peter was tempted; absolutely enthralled by the idea of just taking the night to himself, but he knew it wasn’t pliable. As long as those villains were out there, you and his friends were at risk, and Peter wasn’t ready to put you in danger. Peter bit his lip and stepped back, shaking his head. 
“I want to…I want to so badly, but I…I can’t. I can’t rest knowing those people are still out there…As long as they’re around, you’re at risk. I….I don’t want to lose you too.”
His eyes were shining; glassy with unshed tears, and you felt your heart break all over again. You placed a hand on Peter’s cheek, his hand immediately covering it, and you said sternly. 
“Peter Benjamin Parker, I am not going anywhere. By the good graces of God, you are stuck with me whether you like it or not. Consider me like a piece of web you can’t get off for the life of you.”
Peter couldn’t help but to softly laugh, shaking his head as he stared at you before the man softly asked. 
“What would I do without you, my sticky little webster?”
You shrugged and replied in a deadpan tone.
“Crash and burn, probably.”
You giggled before kissing his lips, his shoulders immediately relaxing, and you whispered against his mouth. 
“Go save the world, Spidey. I’ll handle your British devil just fine.”
Peter looked reluctant to leave you with Tom, but he knew he had to do it. Deep down, Peter knew that you could handle yourself, he just didn’t know if he trusted his doppelganger. Because of that notion, Peter turned and gave Tom a hard look. 
“Listen, if anything happens to (Y/n)...if you get any funny ideas, I won’t hesitate to hang you from the Statue of Liberty by your underwear, got it?”
It had meant to come off as threatening, but you couldn’t help but to chuckle, Peter giving you an exasperated look while Tom nodded. 
“You have my word, mate.”
Peter nodded before he looked over at you with a softened gaze. 
“I love you. Please…please call me if anything happens. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
You nodded, replying back gently as Peter slipped his mask back on. 
“I love you. Be safe.”
Peter slipped out of your window without another word, and you and Tom were left standing awkwardly in the silence before you glanced over at him with a questioning expression. 
“Um…do you like board games?”
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For over two hours, you and Tom had played Monopoly, exchanging questions and answers with every roll of the dice. In return for you answering questions about his universe, you answered his questions about your verse. It was strange speaking to him at first; still not used to seeing Peter’s face and hearing a British voice instead, but you found that Tom’s charismatic demeanor was comforting. 
It reminded you of the Peter you had fallen in love with before everything had gone to shit, and because of that, it was easy to like Tom. He was naturally very good at strategy, you had learned, as he had bought almost half of the properties on the board; even the blue ones, before you could even make your first official walk around the board. 
When you and Tom had reached a stalemate, you huffed and placed the rest of your money on the board before asking him. 
“So…I….I really don’t exist where you’re from?”
Tom shook his head, almost looking apologetic. 
“No, you don’t. I honestly was very surprised when you came up to me and calling me Peter at the store. I was trying to figure out who you were, but you were never a character in the comic books, let alone the movies. I don’t know anybody who looks like you…but now I kind of wish I did.”
He was naturally flirty, so much so that it had your ears burning, and you shook your head at him before looking away. 
“It’s…it’s so weird to hear someone say that I don’t exist anywhere else but here. It makes me wonder if…if maybe I’m a ... .a glitch or something.”
Tom was surprised before he stated gently, leaning forward slightly. 
“Darling, I’m sure there’s an explanation. Your presence, whether an absolute enigma or not, is still important. While…while this universe is slightly different from what I’m used to, I can tell you that your presence must mean something. You and Peter…it’s so natural that it makes me second guess why you don’t have a counterpart in my world.”
Your cheeks became hot, and you muttered as you sat back against the couch. 
“You flatter me too much, and you’ll be hanging by your underwear soon.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t very creative, wasn’t it?”
You both chuckled before you yawned and stood up. Tom stared at you for a moment with a questioning glance; almost as if he was questioning where to sleep, and you gestured to the couch. 
“You can sleep here. I don’t have an air mattress nor an extra bedroom….and Peter would probably get grumpy if I let you sleep in our bed. I have a ton of extra pillows and blankets though, so just let me know if you need them.”
Tom nodded and you glanced down at his jeans and nice button-up, humming. 
“I’m sure Pete wouldn’t mind if I let you borrow a pair of pajama bottoms or gym shorts, so let me grab those for you and let you get to bed. I’m sure you’re tired after the day you’ve had. I know I am.”
Tom chuckled before he thanked you softly. 
“Thank you, love. I know this is probably very strange for you…definitely is for me.”
You nodded at him, giving him a soft look as you disappeared into the bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas for Tom. 
“It’s not a problem, truly. Just….please don’t tell Peter about me not existing in your world. I’m afraid of what the news will do to him, honestly.”
Tom looked saddened by your words; as if you had just sprung a sword straight through his chest, and the man simply nodded once before vowing. 
“I promise I won’t.”
And just like that, a whole new interesting week began.
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You and Tom got along surprisingly very well. Whereas his personality could be extroverted and excited, you were more docile and calm; simply listening to the boy rant about everything yet nothing at the same time. It was strangely reminiscent of Peter, which had brought you strange yet welcomed comfort. 
Peter had stopped by often after Tom's arrival, not enjoying that there was another him in his shared flat with you but being unable to voice his discomfort due to the fact it was your generosity and his own fault that had Tom here in the first place. 
Peter tried to keep you updated about everything since he didn't want you anywhere near the Sanctum Sanctorum as long as he had all the villains contained there. Peter had told you about his plan to cure these people, to save them from their fates before sending them home, and while you admired Peter's righteousness, you couldn't help but wonder if it would matter in the end. 
You, in turn, told Peter about how your days spent with Tom were. You had actually taken him out of the apartment earlier in the week when Tom began to get cabin fever, and you practically boasted about how well Tom really portrayed Peter when out in the public eye.
It made Peter's skin crawl and his eyes turn green.
Peter didn't bother to voice his jealousy, but you could tell that Peter was envious of the man by the way Peter kissed you for a few more seconds, held you closer and tighter, and spoke huskily in your ear whenever Tom was immediately present. 
But you couldn't deny that you liked this side of Peter. 
But actions had consequences, and you were starting to add to Peter's stress. 
A few days later, something went awry in Peter's plan. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but when Tom showed you the Daily Bugle report broadcast and found out Aunt May was gone, you were distraught and worried for Peter beyond belief. You had begun pacing back and forth in front of the TV, phone in hand and desperately trying to get a hold of Peter with no luck. 
Tom had retreated to the bathroom for just a moment when the front door practically burst from its hinges. It caused you to gasp and spin around in fright until you spotted Peter.
But Peter did not look alright.
There was a dark anger in his eyes; an acute dangerous gleam within those pretty browns you enjoyed gazing into during the late hours of the night, and you noticed how injured he was from his fight with the Green Goblin. Peter was frighteningly still, his breathing so quiet you were sure he was holding his breath, and he began stalking you like prey. 
"Peter?"
He had crossed the room in no time, slamming you up against the wall and absolutely ravaging your lips like no other. His lips were cold, skin wet with blood, sweat, rain, and tears, and his suit was soaked through, steam subtly rising from how hot his body temperature was. Peter had slotted himself between your legs as one hand roughly clutched the back of your neck and the other painfully gripped your hip hard enough that you knew there would be bruises. 
Tongues and teeth clashed for a moment as you melted into him, and Peter began to harshly suck and nip at your neck as his hand desperately shoved itself under your shirt to clutch at your chest and pinch a sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. 
"Ah, Peter…! We…we have a guest."
"Stop talking."
He hissed at you cruelly, voice raspy and dark with anger and despair, shutting you up with a rough kiss, and you held onto his shoulders shakily. Peter leaned down again, sucking hickies into your neck until the marks bled, and you whimpered loudly. Peter’s hand ghosted down your pants, fingers pressing against your warm cunt to find that you were absolutely soaked for him. 
Peter froze his kisses, his gloved fingers still toying with your wet entrance as the boy slowly glared almost murderously over his shoulder towards the hallway where he knew Tom was standing, listening and watching with perverse interest. Peter couldn’t even care anymore. There was nothing holding him back; nothing that he cared about except you, and Peter turned back around to harshly bite at your collarbone. 
"Peter…!" 
You mewled when his fingers sunk into you, the digits curling and thrusting and twisting until you were shaking and bracing yourself against the wall for some type of leverage. Peter continued to thrust his fingers, grinding his hard-on against your leg for some friction as he finger-fucked your sopping cunt. A few more thrusts, and  he became annoyed with your shirt covering your chest. 
Peter pulled his fingers out of you to rip open your shirt into pathetic tatters. You gasped in surprise, eyes wide before you hissed as Peter began to roughly suckle and grope at your breasts. His mouth was hot, encasing your nipple and tongue flicking back and forth against the nub so fast that electricity was running down your spine. 
You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises so Tom wouldn't hear you, and Peter's eyes looked at you; that same dangerous darkness swirling in them as before. 
If looks could kill, you were sure that you would be dead 100 times over. 
Your lips parted, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth, and Peter let your breasts go to hiss into your lips, tearing your shorts and underwear apart roughly and making you whimper. 
"Don't you dare be quiet. I don't give a damn who hears. I need you."
Your eyes were wide, and Peter fumbled with his suit slightly as he moved as fast as he could to get it off. His black briefs were tented, a dark wet spot showing his evident arousal and need, and you gently cupped his cock through his underwear; palming and gripping him through the material. Peter immediately groaned before he slammed your hands up against the wall, growling.
"Keep those fucking hands there until I tell you to move them." 
His dominance was so sudden and new; a vast void filled with nothing but unashamed desire and all-consuming lust that gave him absolutely no inhibitions. It seemed that Aunt May's death had driven Peter to a point of no return with his rage and stress, and he had finally snapped, but you did not fault him for it. 
Instead, you desperately pleaded with him within a breathless whimper, voice quiet and knowing all-too-well that a , well, Peeping Tom was staring at you both with a macabre curiosity that had your sopping cunt gushing with need. 
"Peter, please….please kiss me." 
Peter's lips immediately crashed into yours, and you moaned into his lips as he shoved his briefs down and let his red, swollen, and leaking cock bounce out of its cotton prison. Peter was all over you, smothering you and keeping you tucked into his body so close that you realized he was shielding you as he forced you to wrap your legs around his waist. Did he realize what he was doing? Did he realize he was trying to protect you from some unseen force?
You didn't have any time to contemplate because Peter was already slipping inside of you and stretching you so deliciously that you couldn't help but moan out his name and clench your fists. You took them off the wall to clutch at his hair, and Peter pulled back immediately, his hand going to your throat and squeezing.
"What did I say?"
He was controlling the situation; trying to grasp that last sense of stability he had, and you were playing a very dangerous game. You knew you had to keep your hands on the wall until Peter said otherwise…but you couldn’t help but wonder how much you could push him before he finally snapped completely. 
And Peter knew that. 
His hips were brutal as he fucked you, keeping a firm hold of your throat with one hand and clutching your wrists in the other. His lips were brushing against yours, not quite kissing you but just close enough for your hot breath to ghost against his mouth. Peter was glaring down at you, jaw clenched and eyes practically black as he fucked your poor hole.
You were mewling, eyes rolled into the back of your head as you arched and squirmed within his grasp, and Peter moved his hand from your throat to clutch at your knee. He maneuvered it over his shoulder, angling his hips so he had the perfect angle, and you cried out his name desperately. 
"Peter!"
"You're so goddamn gorgeous, taking my cock like this, baby."
His voice was low and dangerous and so hot, and you pushed against his hand that had your wrists pinned against the wall. Peter tightened his grip for a moment before slipping out of you. You whined from the empty feeling before gasping as Peter spun you around and slammed you up against the wall once more. You splayed your hands out over the white paint, and groaned when Peter clutched at the hair at the back of your neck, locking his fingers into place and tugging. 
Peter slipped back inside of you, and you cried out when Peter spanked your ass hard, your skin immediately feeling hot and stinging from the impact. Peter was towering over you, his chest pressed against your back and his voice was hot and low against your ear.
"I fuck you so good, don't I, baby?"
"Ah! Y-yes, Peter! Yes!"
You had tears in your eyes from how deep Peter's cock was reaching inside of you, feeling so full and legs already aching as Peter thrust inside of you. Your fingernails had scratched some of the paint off the wall long ago, but you didn't care. 
You'd love to look at the marks and be reminded of the night Peter fucked you like an animal.
Peter was huffing and grunting, his balls slapping noisily against your skin, and you were still acutely aware of eyes on the two of you. A part of you felt embarrassed; ashamed, even, that Tom could hear and see everything happening…but there was another part, a dark and naughty part, that enjoyed the knowledge of Tom watching his doppelganger fuck you. 
Was he getting off to it? Was he jerking his cock and taking notes? Did his cock look and feel the same as Peter’s? 
Peter tugged harshly on your hair, making you cry out as he hissed quietly into your ear. 
"You thinking of him or me, baby?"
"Y-you! Just you!"
Peter groaned in satisfaction before he pulled out and forced you over to the couch. He was primal; a predator on the hunt as he stalked you. Peter slotted between your legs, pushing back inside of you, and he brought you legs over his shoulders.
"Look at me."
His voice was rough and harsh, but there was an acute desperation within Peter's eyes that made you unable to look away. With your hands freed from his grip, you clutched at Peter's shoulders, whining.
"Fuck, gonna cum, Pete!"
The coil inside of you was tight; ready to burst at any moment, and Peter's voice took a tone of borderline mockery.
"Yeah, gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my cock, babe? I bet you want to so fucking bad, huh?"
You mewled, eyes squeezing shut as his voice sent you teetering on the edge. Peter immediately moved a hand down between your bodies, thumbing your clit and making you gasp and scream his name.
Peter watched with a dark expression, lips parted and shaky breaths leaving his lips as he kept thrusting. He bit his lip, watching his cock fuck your pussy, and he clutched at your breasts, squeezing and flicking your nipples. He was close as well, eyebrows furrowed, and Peter looked at all the marks he had left on your neck.
God, you were so fucking beautiful.
You were overstimulated, whimpering as you writhed and squirmed beneath him, but Peter was too far gone in his pleasure. Finally, after a few unsteady thrusts, Peter whimpered out your name, clutching your hands and intertwining them as he finally came. You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you, your lips parted in awe and ecstasy. Peter hovered over you, staring down at you as the anger and stress and despair rolled off his shoulders and dripped from his eyes. 
You gently cupped his cheek, watching as his strong shell cracked to show the vulnerable boy beneath the armor he had carefully crafted. Peter leaned down, sensually kissing you and sucking on your tongue to make you squirm. You hummed softly before whispering only loud enough for Peter to hear.
"Peter?"
Peter gazed at you, pursing his lips slightly as he murmured against your lips.
"What is it?"
You whispered softly, clutching him close to you.
"I love you."
Peter held you close, eyes filling with tears as he replied brokenly and kept his head on your chest.
"I love you too. May…Aunt May is….is gone. I….I couldn't save her."
You ran your fingers through Peter’s hair, replying softly.
"It's not your fault, baby. You know May would have done anything for you if it meant that you were alright."
Peter shook his head, whispering.
"You don't understand. It's my fault that any of this happened…!"
You sat up, bringing Peter with you and the two of you hissing when Peter was forced to pull out of you. 
"That may be true, but you can fix it. You've always been able to fix it. While….while we can't bring Aunt May back…what we can do is get those sons of bitches back to where they belong. Norman will not go unpunished, that I promise you."
Peter nodded slowly before he mumbled, a strange irritation settling within him.
"He watched the whole time, you know. I could feel him….just staring."
You were embarrassed but elected to smirk and whisper into Peter's ear.
"Good. I liked that a lot…and I sure wouldn't mind giving our lovely friend a rerun."
Peter blushed before glancing at you, looking unsure as he gazed at all the dark hickies and bruises he had left on your neck.
"Are you…are you sure I didn't go too far? I…I was losing control there. I didn't want to actually hurt you."
You nodded, running your fingers through Peter's hair. 
"I'm okay, babe, I promise. That was honestly the best sex we've ever had. Let's get cleaned up….and get the couch cleaned for Tom."
Peter nodded, grabbing his suit and helping you stand as your legs were completely jelly. Peter escorted you to the bedroom, allowing you to lie down as he took care of you; whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he wiped you down, and you were out almost immediately the second your head hit the pillows. 
Peter sat at your side, looking down at you as you slept; remembering every little detail that he could about your face. He kissed your forehead firmly, whispering. 
"I love you to the moon and back."
EXTENDED ENDING
Peter gently shut the door, back in his suit, and he froze at the sight of Tom sheepishly glancing around the corner.
"S-Sorry, mate, wasn't sure if it was…safe…to come out or not."
Peter looked slightly perturbed before he shook his head and raised a brow.
"What do you mean? You've been out here the whole time. Watching…."
Tom's face went red, and Peter almost frowned as the man stuttered.
"That's…that's not what happened! I-"
"-Don't care. Now you know who she truly belongs to, but I’ll…figure out a way to deal with you later.”
And with that, Peter left out the window, leaving Tom stunned in the living room.
[END]
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The amount of requests I received 😶‍🌫️
Thank you so much. I love this community
I will start working on them righht now, love u all 💜🥹
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Can you please let me some requests? I need ideas to go back to writing 😭.
Angst, fluff, smut. Anything you want
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Perfectly Wrong
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You realize you were always his second option.
Warnings: ANGST!, Bad ending, Idiot Peter, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk.
W/c: 1.2k+
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"You don't understand. You just don't get it, y/n" Peter denies looking at the floor.
"What don't I understand?" you ask with tear-filled eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to explain things to me, Peter?"
"Because even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand." He denies again. "Not like her."
 "Not like her?" Your heart hurts just hearing it. It's true that Peter is drunk, but it doesn't mean his words hurt you any less.
"You're never going to understand it like she did." Peter takes another sip of his beer. He had started drinking since he heard that his ex-girlfriend from high school, MJ, was getting married.
But you didn't know that.
"You're drunk. It's not the best time to talk," you hold back your tears as best you can and try to take the beer from his hands.
"No! Leave the fucking beer there" he exclaims and wipes his nose.
You had been dating for a year. However, Peter never got over his ex. Not really.
"This isn't you, Peter. You're not being yourself" you beg him to stop. You love him so much that you beg him to shut the fuck up and let you stay in the fairy tale in your head where you're the only one he loves.
"This is the only way I can be honest. Without this-" he lifts the beer. "I'm a fucking coward." He laughs sarcastically.
"Stop, please stop," you beg. This isn't him, this is just the alcohol speaking for him. You try to remind yourself.
"She's getting married, dammit!"  He throws the beer against the wall making you jump.
Inhale. Exhale.
"She's going to marry someone else because I never told her who I was. Because I never made her remember me," he sobs.
"Who are you talking about, Peter?" your vision blurs with tears. He's clearly talking about another woman but you don't know who.
"She would have understood by now." he looks at you with disappointment. "Why can't you be smart like her?" he mutters.
The words cut like knives. They are darts thrown straight at your heart.
"I'm sorry" you wipe away your tears and feel yourself trembling. Not from fear, but from anxiety.
"MJ, my ex-girlfriend is marrying some random asshole." He gets up to get another beer. "And it's all my fault."
"Peter, your words are hurting me," you admit. You want him to stop. You really want him to stop. He was never like that.
"Hurting you? I'm the one who's hurting!" Hiccups. "The love of my life is marrying someone else!" He walks to the door. "I need some fresh air."
'The love of my life' you thought you were the love of his life. Whatever it is you don't want to go down without a fight.
"Wait! Tell me what can I do to make you stay. What can I say so that you won't leave. I need to know how to fix this!" You exclaim.
Strange Peter turns and stares at you with wild eyes.
"There's nothing you can do, y/n. Like I said before, you're not her. You're never going to be her and I want to die at the thought of it." He tenses his jaw and mumbles. He looks like a real psycho.
"This isn't about me. It's not about us. It's about you and I don't want you to do something stupid that you're going to regret." You try to reason with the stranger in front of you. Now you understand why Peter didn't like to drink alcohol.
"Oh, trust me. I'm already regretting it" he nods and presses his hands against his red eyes.
"We were fine, Peter" you reason crying your eyes out. "Everything was fine" your head is racing. "Why is this happening?" you feel the air rushing out of you.
The pressure in your chest becomes too much, you find it hard to breathe, your vision is blurred and you squat down with tears in your eyes and your hand pressed against your chest trying to calm down even though you feel like you are dying.
That's when Peter understands and stops, you are having a panic attack.
He slowly approaches you as if testing the waters and kneels down in front of you to help you breathe. Apparently the consequences of his actions threw him into an immediate wave of sobriety.
"Breathe in. Breathe out with me," he murmurs with his hand on your back.
Even though you want to pull away because he hurt you, you don't. You can't. His body heat feels good and slowly you feel yourself recovering.
"I didn't even know there was anyone else, Peter," you murmur between sobs as your breathing calms. "If I had known I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with you," you confront him. How could he do this?
"I shouldn't have drunk. I turn into someone else when I do, I'm sorry," he says honestly, but for you it's too late. Parker broke you from the inside out.
"I'm sorry the love of your life is getting married. Even though I thought I was the love of your life." You look at him sadly. You don't know what to do. You just know that staying hurts more than leaving so you get up.
"Y/n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I blew up and I shouldn't have done it, I- I don't know what came over me." He speaks. The remorse in his voice is more than noticeable. "Don't go, we can fix it," he tries to speak even though he knows is too late. He's screwed up.
"You gave me a lot of things Peter... although those things were thorns when you promised roses" you walk away slowly. You try to work up the courage to leave him.
"Wait wait wait. What I said doesn't mean anything."
"It was all a lie" you stare at the floor. Emotions subside, reason appears. "You never loved me" you deny. "My God, it was all a farce. I want it to stop" you cover your eyes with your hands wishing that if this is a nightmare, you wake up now. But you don't, 'Cause what is happening is happening in real life.
"Stop it. It's not true," Peter denies. "You know I do love you. I-" he pauses to think about his words. "It's the alcohol's fault. This isn't me, you know me y/n" he struggles as a drowning man moves his hands and legs to save himself.
"You were only with me because you couldn't be with her, Parker!". You scream in frustration. The truth is like a bath of ice water. "I was your second choice all this time. And why? You were lonely? You didn't want to wake up in an empty bed? WHY?!" you scream. "Why?" You scream again.
"I thought I was ready for a new relationship. I waited years to date someone else after her." clarifies Peter. "I just have these feelings sometimes and I can't control it."
"You don't have to control them from now on. You're on your own, Benjamin" you wipe away your tears and shake your head. "I deserve better" you nod "I hope you get over her and can move on with your life" you walk away.
"And what about what we promised?" He asks. He is desperate for you not to leave.
"It went all to trash when you decided to love two people at the same time" you talk without looking at him. "Don't look for someone else until you are ready, Peter" you glare at him. "You don't get how much it hurts".
And just like that, the front door closes. You're gone.
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Peter Parker tags:
@raajali3 @fangirling-galore @powerpuffluuvv @itszulli @hallecarey1 @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kaitieskidmore1 @lnmp89 @pure-a-tea @vixparker @army24--7 @spiderydreams00 @my-name-duh @nani-2305 @Mochimms @ietss @prancerrparkerr @Lynnzilla3000 @hpsgirlrw @Lynnzilla3000 @hollandweather
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Your reblogs always make me so happy, thank you 🤍
Perfectly Wrong
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You realize you were always his second option.
Warnings: ANGST!, Bad ending, Idiot Peter, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk.
W/c: 1.2k+
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"You don't understand. You just don't get it, y/n" Peter denies looking at the floor.
"What don't I understand?" you ask with tear-filled eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to explain things to me, Peter?"
"Because even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand." He denies again. "Not like her."
 "Not like her?" Your heart hurts just hearing it. It's true that Peter is drunk, but it doesn't mean his words hurt you any less.
"You're never going to understand it like she did." Peter takes another sip of his beer. He had started drinking since he heard that his ex-girlfriend from high school, MJ, was getting married.
But you didn't know that.
"You're drunk. It's not the best time to talk," you hold back your tears as best you can and try to take the beer from his hands.
"No! Leave the fucking beer there" he exclaims and wipes his nose.
You had been dating for a year. However, Peter never got over his ex. Not really.
"This isn't you, Peter. You're not being yourself" you beg him to stop. You love him so much that you beg him to shut the fuck up and let you stay in the fairy tale in your head where you're the only one he loves.
"This is the only way I can be honest. Without this-" he lifts the beer. "I'm a fucking coward." He laughs sarcastically.
"Stop, please stop," you beg. This isn't him, this is just the alcohol speaking for him. You try to remind yourself.
"She's getting married, dammit!"  He throws the beer against the wall making you jump.
Inhale. Exhale.
"She's going to marry someone else because I never told her who I was. Because I never made her remember me," he sobs.
"Who are you talking about, Peter?" your vision blurs with tears. He's clearly talking about another woman but you don't know who.
"She would have understood by now." he looks at you with disappointment. "Why can't you be smart like her?" he mutters.
The words cut like knives. They are darts thrown straight at your heart.
"I'm sorry" you wipe away your tears and feel yourself trembling. Not from fear, but from anxiety.
"MJ, my ex-girlfriend is marrying some random asshole." He gets up to get another beer. "And it's all my fault."
"Peter, your words are hurting me," you admit. You want him to stop. You really want him to stop. He was never like that.
"Hurting you? I'm the one who's hurting!" Hiccups. "The love of my life is marrying someone else!" He walks to the door. "I need some fresh air."
'The love of my life' you thought you were the love of his life. Whatever it is you don't want to go down without a fight.
"Wait! Tell me what can I do to make you stay. What can I say so that you won't leave. I need to know how to fix this!" You exclaim.
Strange Peter turns and stares at you with wild eyes.
"There's nothing you can do, y/n. Like I said before, you're not her. You're never going to be her and I want to die at the thought of it." He tenses his jaw and mumbles. He looks like a real psycho.
"This isn't about me. It's not about us. It's about you and I don't want you to do something stupid that you're going to regret." You try to reason with the stranger in front of you. Now you understand why Peter didn't like to drink alcohol.
"Oh, trust me. I'm already regretting it" he nods and presses his hands against his red eyes.
"We were fine, Peter" you reason crying your eyes out. "Everything was fine" your head is racing. "Why is this happening?" you feel the air rushing out of you.
The pressure in your chest becomes too much, you find it hard to breathe, your vision is blurred and you squat down with tears in your eyes and your hand pressed against your chest trying to calm down even though you feel like you are dying.
That's when Peter understands and stops, you are having a panic attack.
He slowly approaches you as if testing the waters and kneels down in front of you to help you breathe. Apparently the consequences of his actions threw him into an immediate wave of sobriety.
"Breathe in. Breathe out with me," he murmurs with his hand on your back.
Even though you want to pull away because he hurt you, you don't. You can't. His body heat feels good and slowly you feel yourself recovering.
"I didn't even know there was anyone else, Peter," you murmur between sobs as your breathing calms. "If I had known I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with you," you confront him. How could he do this?
"I shouldn't have drunk. I turn into someone else when I do, I'm sorry," he says honestly, but for you it's too late. Parker broke you from the inside out.
"I'm sorry the love of your life is getting married. Even though I thought I was the love of your life." You look at him sadly. You don't know what to do. You just know that staying hurts more than leaving so you get up.
"Y/n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I blew up and I shouldn't have done it, I- I don't know what came over me." He speaks. The remorse in his voice is more than noticeable. "Don't go, we can fix it," he tries to speak even though he knows is too late. He's screwed up.
"You gave me a lot of things Peter... although those things were thorns when you promised roses" you walk away slowly. You try to work up the courage to leave him.
"Wait wait wait. What I said doesn't mean anything."
"It was all a lie" you stare at the floor. Emotions subside, reason appears. "You never loved me" you deny. "My God, it was all a farce. I want it to stop" you cover your eyes with your hands wishing that if this is a nightmare, you wake up now. But you don't, 'Cause what is happening is happening in real life.
"Stop it. It's not true," Peter denies. "You know I do love you. I-" he pauses to think about his words. "It's the alcohol's fault. This isn't me, you know me y/n" he struggles as a drowning man moves his hands and legs to save himself.
"You were only with me because you couldn't be with her, Parker!". You scream in frustration. The truth is like a bath of ice water. "I was your second choice all this time. And why? You were lonely? You didn't want to wake up in an empty bed? WHY?!" you scream. "Why?" You scream again.
"I thought I was ready for a new relationship. I waited years to date someone else after her." clarifies Peter. "I just have these feelings sometimes and I can't control it."
"You don't have to control them from now on. You're on your own, Benjamin" you wipe away your tears and shake your head. "I deserve better" you nod "I hope you get over her and can move on with your life" you walk away.
"And what about what we promised?" He asks. He is desperate for you not to leave.
"It went all to trash when you decided to love two people at the same time" you talk without looking at him. "Don't look for someone else until you are ready, Peter" you glare at him. "You don't get how much it hurts".
And just like that, the front door closes. You're gone.
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Peter Parker tags:
@raajali3 @fangirling-galore @powerpuffluuvv @itszulli @hallecarey1 @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kaitieskidmore1 @lnmp89 @pure-a-tea @vixparker @army24--7 @spiderydreams00 @my-name-duh @nani-2305 @Mochimms @ietss @prancerrparkerr @Lynnzilla3000 @hpsgirlrw @Lynnzilla3000 @hollandweather
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Perfectly Wrong
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You realize you were always his second option.
Warnings: ANGST!, Bad ending, Idiot Peter, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk.
W/c: 1.2k+
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"You don't understand. You just don't get it, y/n" Peter denies looking at the floor.
"What don't I understand?" you ask with tear-filled eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to explain things to me, Peter?"
"Because even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand." He denies again. "Not like her."
 "Not like her?" Your heart hurts just hearing it. It's true that Peter is drunk, but it doesn't mean his words hurt you any less.
"You're never going to understand it like she did." Peter takes another sip of his beer. He had started drinking since he heard that his ex-girlfriend from high school, MJ, was getting married.
But you didn't know that.
"You're drunk. It's not the best time to talk," you hold back your tears as best you can and try to take the beer from his hands.
"No! Leave the fucking beer there" he exclaims and wipes his nose.
You had been dating for a year. However, Peter never got over his ex. Not really.
"This isn't you, Peter. You're not being yourself" you beg him to stop. You love him so much that you beg him to shut the fuck up and let you stay in the fairy tale in your head where you're the only one he loves.
"This is the only way I can be honest. Without this-" he lifts the beer. "I'm a fucking coward." He laughs sarcastically.
"Stop, please stop," you beg. This isn't him, this is just the alcohol speaking for him. You try to remind yourself.
"She's getting married, dammit!"  He throws the beer against the wall making you jump.
Inhale. Exhale.
"She's going to marry someone else because I never told her who I was. Because I never made her remember me," he sobs.
"Who are you talking about, Peter?" your vision blurs with tears. He's clearly talking about another woman but you don't know who.
"She would have understood by now." he looks at you with disappointment. "Why can't you be smart like her?" he mutters.
The words cut like knives. They are darts thrown straight at your heart.
"I'm sorry" you wipe away your tears and feel yourself trembling. Not from fear, but from anxiety.
"MJ, my ex-girlfriend is marrying some random asshole." He gets up to get another beer. "And it's all my fault."
"Peter, your words are hurting me," you admit. You want him to stop. You really want him to stop. He was never like that.
"Hurting you? I'm the one who's hurting!" Hiccups. "The love of my life is marrying someone else!" He walks to the door. "I need some fresh air."
'The love of my life' you thought you were the love of his life. Whatever it is you don't want to go down without a fight.
"Wait! Tell me what can I do to make you stay. What can I say so that you won't leave. I need to know how to fix this!" You exclaim.
Strange Peter turns and stares at you with wild eyes.
"There's nothing you can do, y/n. Like I said before, you're not her. You're never going to be her and I want to die at the thought of it." He tenses his jaw and mumbles. He looks like a real psycho.
"This isn't about me. It's not about us. It's about you and I don't want you to do something stupid that you're going to regret." You try to reason with the stranger in front of you. Now you understand why Peter didn't like to drink alcohol.
"Oh, trust me. I'm already regretting it" he nods and presses his hands against his red eyes.
"We were fine, Peter" you reason crying your eyes out. "Everything was fine" your head is racing. "Why is this happening?" you feel the air rushing out of you.
The pressure in your chest becomes too much, you find it hard to breathe, your vision is blurred and you squat down with tears in your eyes and your hand pressed against your chest trying to calm down even though you feel like you are dying.
That's when Peter understands and stops, you are having a panic attack.
He slowly approaches you as if testing the waters and kneels down in front of you to help you breathe. Apparently the consequences of his actions threw him into an immediate wave of sobriety.
"Breathe in. Breathe out with me," he murmurs with his hand on your back.
Even though you want to pull away because he hurt you, you don't. You can't. His body heat feels good and slowly you feel yourself recovering.
"I didn't even know there was anyone else, Peter," you murmur between sobs as your breathing calms. "If I had known I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with you," you confront him. How could he do this?
"I shouldn't have drunk. I turn into someone else when I do, I'm sorry," he says honestly, but for you it's too late. Parker broke you from the inside out.
"I'm sorry the love of your life is getting married. Even though I thought I was the love of your life." You look at him sadly. You don't know what to do. You just know that staying hurts more than leaving so you get up.
"Y/n I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I blew up and I shouldn't have done it, I- I don't know what came over me." He speaks. The remorse in his voice is more than noticeable. "Don't go, we can fix it," he tries to speak even though he knows is too late. He's screwed up.
"You gave me a lot of things Peter... although those things were thorns when you promised roses" you walk away slowly. You try to work up the courage to leave him.
"Wait wait wait. What I said doesn't mean anything."
"It was all a lie" you stare at the floor. Emotions subside, reason appears. "You never loved me" you deny. "My God, it was all a farce. I want it to stop" you cover your eyes with your hands wishing that if this is a nightmare, you wake up now. But you don't, 'Cause what is happening is happening in real life.
"Stop it. It's not true," Peter denies. "You know I do love you. I-" he pauses to think about his words. "It's the alcohol's fault. This isn't me, you know me y/n" he struggles as a drowning man moves his hands and legs to save himself.
"You were only with me because you couldn't be with her, Parker!". You scream in frustration. The truth is like a bath of ice water. "I was your second choice all this time. And why? You were lonely? You didn't want to wake up in an empty bed? WHY?!" you scream. "Why?" You scream again.
"I thought I was ready for a new relationship. I waited years to date someone else after her." clarifies Peter. "I just have these feelings sometimes and I can't control it."
"You don't have to control them from now on. You're on your own, Benjamin" you wipe away your tears and shake your head. "I deserve better" you nod "I hope you get over her and can move on with your life" you walk away.
"And what about what we promised?" He asks. He is desperate for you not to leave.
"It went all to trash when you decided to love two people at the same time" you talk without looking at him. "Don't look for someone else until you are ready, Peter" you glare at him. "You don't get how much it hurts".
And just like that, the front door closes. You're gone.
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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I know I've been inactive. I don't even know what to say.
I've been trying to finish a write since january and I haven't. I am lack of every willing to write.
I am doing my best. Hope you understand.
Love u all
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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My birthday is on 24th of January and I am excited but like 👁👄👁.
This bitch is going to be 20!!!!! Should I be scared?
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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THANK YOU GIRLLLLLL.
Your reblog literally made my day 😭. Thank you so so much for this. YOU ARE SO SWEEEEEEEET.
About a part 2. I am thinking about it. I just don't know how can it be. If you have any ideas DM's are always open 💜
Goodbye
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You only have a couple minutes left and you still have to say goodbye.
Warnings: ANGST! (in capital letters). Mentions of death, mentions of blood, injuries.
w/c: 2.1k +
A/N: This is the most harmful shit I have ever written so read under your own risk. I went to sleep at 3 am for this. I was literally sobbing. I hope you like it and likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciate it. Love ya.
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You should have listened to Peter when he told you not to go on that road trip alone. You didn't want to put it off. A member of your family was going through a difficult situation and you had to be there for support. Your home was 3 states away from where you lived with Peter so it would be a long road trip, you hated planes so you went by car.
It's too late now to regret it.
"I don't like the idea of you going alone. Let me come with you." Begs your boyfriend as you pack your suitcase in the car.
"You know you can't, you have a thesis to present and I can't keep putting it off. My family needs me, Peter."
"I know they need you. I'm not telling you not to go but please take me with you." He takes your hand.
"I'll be fine." You kiss his lips and get into the car.
The smell of blood now flooded your nostrils and your ears endured a ringing that seemed to have no end.
Breathing burned. Your lungs begged for oxygen but it felt like a burn every time you gave it to them.
You had no reason for time or space. You had no idea why everything looked so blurry. Maybe it's a dream, one of those many bad dreams you've had.
There is a face in front of you. A young man with a bloody forehead and nose. You want to ask him if he's okay but you're too stunned to utter a word.
You know he's saying something by the way his lips are moving but you can't hear it, yet.
Your brow is furrowed. You try to bring yourself back to the here and now. ~Concentrate, y/n.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry." You manage to finally hear what the young man says and pick up his phone to call an ambulance. You don't look at all well. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?" He tries to get your attention.
"I can't move," you mumble. The more you regain consciousness, the more you notice the terrible pain in your head and in your stomach. Right in your right side.
"Yes, yes she's conscious but she's on the tarmac. It's very dark, I can't see anything." The stranger sobs next to you. "You have to come now, please." He mumbles an address you can't make out and focuses his gaze on you. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He moves his free hand towards you but regrets it just before he touches you.
"Hey, take it easy." You try to stay calm for both of us. "What's your name?"
"Tyler" he replies wiping his nose and puts the phone aside as soon as the call cuts off.
"Tyler, it's y/n." You make a great effort to speak. Only one of you can move and that's not you so you do your best to calm him down.
"Are the paramedics coming?" You look him in the eye and feel your side twinge.
"The call went dead." He explains. "The girl on the phone said to stay calm."
"Did you give them our location?" you ask hopefully.
"Yes, I did. They said they would send someone as soon as possible but the call was cut off."
You close your eyes for a moment trying to let the pain subside but it only gets worse. "Try calling them again and stay with whoever answers the phone while they arrive."
Tyler nods and after a few tries manages to connect the call. The girl behind the phone asks him to describe what he sees and that's when you get an idea of how bad it is.
The front window of your car is broken. You were thrown out because of a seatbelt failure. Your leg looks broken, according to Tyler, and worst of all, there's a pool of blood coming out of your right side. That explains the stinging you feel.
"That's not good, is it?" You ask trying to hope. The paramedics will arrive and everything will be fine.
"The girl says to put my hands on your wound and keep them there until the paramedics arrive." Tyler moves his hands and asks permission before placing them on your wound making you cry out in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over.
"It's okay," you try to control your breathing and feel your eyes roll back in your head.
The girl on the other end of the phone, now in a loud voice, asks Tyler not to stop talking to you and he does. You must stay conscious.
You respond a few times to his nervous attempt at conversation, tell him about your life and try to focus on something beyond the pain.
Minutes pass. Many minutes. Forty minutes, to be exact, and still no sign of help.
Your body feels weak and keeping your eyes open becomes increasingly difficult. That's when you remember how far you were from the nearest town or city when you had the accident and reality hits you in the face.
"Tyler?" You put your hands on top of his looking for some warmth. You're cold. it's cold.
"Yes?" he replies almost immediately.
"What does the ambulance girl say?" You ask.
"That we should wait a little longer. Help is on its way," he says with feigned assurance. He tries to convince himself that the paramedics will arrive on time.
"I need your help with something." Tyler nods for you to continue. "Please look for my phone in my car and call Peter. He's my boyfriend."  You ask. Now you understand you're on borrowed time.
"No, the girl said my hands are the only thing that stops the bleeding long enough for help to arrive. I'm not moving." He denies.
"Please." You beg, feeling an immense urge to cry but you're too weak to do so. "We're in the middle of nowhere and, look at me, I don't have much time left."
"No, please. They're going to come and you're going to be fine." he cries again inconsolably. He knows you're right.
"Tyler, please," you plead with every ounce of strength you have left. "I don't want to leave without saying goodbye."
The young man hesitates, not wanting to take his hands away and then regret it. But he feels so guilty about the accident that he agrees and reaches for your phone.
One ring, two rings, on the third ring, Peter answers the call. Tyler puts the speakerphone on and puts his hands back on your side.
"Love, are you coming back? Did you stop for lunch?" Peter asks through the speaker.
"Peter..." you smile sadly at the sound of his voice and feel tears well up in your eyes.
"Is everything alright? You don't sound so good." The concern in his voice is noticeable.
"Peter, I had an accident on the way home. You get straight to the point, you have no time to waste. "It doesn't look very-" you cut off your coughing breath and the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. "It doesn't look good for me."
"Wh-what?" you hear her breathing hitch. "Where are you? I'll come right away. Tell me where you are," he asks.
"I'm far away, Pete," you murmur and close your eyes to rest for a moment, just a moment. "I don't have much time left."
"What about the paramedics? Are you alone? I'll call 911," you hear the keys on the phone in your shared flat click and you open your eyes again.
"I'm with Tyler, he was in the accident with me and he's looking after me" you smile weakly at him. "But we're so far away from everything, love. I don't want to waste my last minutes talking about how far away the paramedics are." You plead.
"Don't say that, please. You're going to be fine" He reasons as fast as he can. He's still processing the information.
"I love you, Peter Parker. I love you with every fiber in my body." You struggle to hold on a little longer. Just a few more minutes, please.
Peter walks out into the street and gets into a taxi.
"I'll track your phone. I'm going to find you. You're not going to die, okay?" You hear his voice crack.
"Remember that summer at the beach when we saw that family playing ball?" You change the subject.
"Y/n..." tries to stop you from speaking but you continue.
"You said you wanted a family as happy as that." You smile at the memory. "A wedding, two or three kids, a little house in the suburbs, a job from home so you could spend time with the kids, and a Golden Retriever for a pet." You feel tears running down your cheeks. "I would have loved to have been able to give you all that, it was my dream too."
"We will. We will, just-" he takes a big breath of air so you he doesn't collapse in the taxi. "Hang in there."
Peter would have preferred to swing but there are no buildings outside the city and he would have had to hang up the call. He wasn't going to hang it up for the world.
"I'm sorry I argued with you about that new TV. I love our movie Fridays." You admit. "It wasn't an unnecessary expense."
"I know. I bought it for you," he sobs. This can't be the end.
"Little May and little Ben would have loved movie Fridays too. Especially since their dad would have made the richest and weirdest popcorn combinations." You laugh before coughing again and spitting up blood.
"May and Ben are the best names" he laughs sadly. "Y/n please, I can't lose you too. You're all I have left" you hear him crying on the other end of the phone. It's clear he's not trying to control himself anymore.
"I'll love you even when I'm gone" you whisper and leave your eyes closed for a longer period of time.
"Please open your eyes, y/n" Tyler moves your face with one of his hands and you open your eyes again.
"Listen to him, don't close your eyes," your boyfriend denies into the phone. He has never felt so helpless in his entire life.
"I'm tired" you fix your blurred gaze on the phone lying on the tarmac next to you.
"You can't leave, not like this" he wipes away his tears and tries to control his breathing but it's unavoidable. "I have to marry you..." he pleads.
"If you want me to marry you you have to ask me first" you joke.
"Will you marry me?" Peter asks between sobs as he thinks about the box with a ring hidden in his old Spiderman uniforms. He was going to ask you very soon, he didn't expect it to be like this.
"Yes and a thousand times yes," you smile with your eyes closed but open them again to look at Tyler. "Did you hear that, Tyler? I'm getting married." You say with as much excitement as you can muster. "You're invited to the wedding." You mumble closing your eyes again.
They stay open too little time, they're too heavy.
"You can take the ring out of your uniform box now," you mutter lower and lower.
"Did you know that?" your boyfriend asks in surprise.
"I know all about it, my super hero" your breathing slows down.
Peter looks at his phone. There are miles between you. He won't make it in time.
"No, you're the super hero. It's always been you," he presses the phone to his ear. "I love you, Y/n y/l/n."
"I love you too, Peter," you murmur almost inaudibly. "Can I ask you something?" You use the last of your strength to speak a little louder.
"Whatever" Parker nods quickly.
"Promise me that you won't stop looking for love and that you'll try to be happy even if it's not with me." You say earnestly.
"I can't do-" you stop him before he says anything else.
"Promise me, Peter. Please promise me. I have to hear you say it."
Peter swallows hard. He doesn't want to do anything you just said. How could he be happy without you? But nevertheless, he responds.
"I promise," he says before bursting into tears again.
This can't be goodbye.
You're exhausted, you don't think you can keep your eyes open for much longer. A few seconds pass and all you hear is Peter's sobs on the other end of the line.
"Y/n?" he asks but you don't answer. You vaguely hear him but the voice is getting further and further away. "No no no no, y/n answer. Please" exclaims your boyfriend. "Don't go" he clenches the phone tightly in his hand.
Endless memories flash through your mind.  You are glad that they are happy for the most part.
Is this what it feels like to die? At least you were able to say Goodbye.
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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Thank you, love 😭😭💜💜
Goodbye
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You only have a couple minutes left and you still have to say goodbye.
Warnings: ANGST! (in capital letters). Mentions of death, mentions of blood, injuries.
w/c: 2.1k +
A/N: This is the most harmful shit I have ever written so read under your own risk. I went to sleep at 3 am for this. I was literally sobbing. I hope you like it and likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciate it. Love ya.
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You should have listened to Peter when he told you not to go on that road trip alone. You didn't want to put it off. A member of your family was going through a difficult situation and you had to be there for support. Your home was 3 states away from where you lived with Peter so it would be a long road trip, you hated planes so you went by car.
It's too late now to regret it.
"I don't like the idea of you going alone. Let me come with you." Begs your boyfriend as you pack your suitcase in the car.
"You know you can't, you have a thesis to present and I can't keep putting it off. My family needs me, Peter."
"I know they need you. I'm not telling you not to go but please take me with you." He takes your hand.
"I'll be fine." You kiss his lips and get into the car.
The smell of blood now flooded your nostrils and your ears endured a ringing that seemed to have no end.
Breathing burned. Your lungs begged for oxygen but it felt like a burn every time you gave it to them.
You had no reason for time or space. You had no idea why everything looked so blurry. Maybe it's a dream, one of those many bad dreams you've had.
There is a face in front of you. A young man with a bloody forehead and nose. You want to ask him if he's okay but you're too stunned to utter a word.
You know he's saying something by the way his lips are moving but you can't hear it, yet.
Your brow is furrowed. You try to bring yourself back to the here and now. ~Concentrate, y/n.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry." You manage to finally hear what the young man says and pick up his phone to call an ambulance. You don't look at all well. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?" He tries to get your attention.
"I can't move," you mumble. The more you regain consciousness, the more you notice the terrible pain in your head and in your stomach. Right in your right side.
"Yes, yes she's conscious but she's on the tarmac. It's very dark, I can't see anything." The stranger sobs next to you. "You have to come now, please." He mumbles an address you can't make out and focuses his gaze on you. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He moves his free hand towards you but regrets it just before he touches you.
"Hey, take it easy." You try to stay calm for both of us. "What's your name?"
"Tyler" he replies wiping his nose and puts the phone aside as soon as the call cuts off.
"Tyler, it's y/n." You make a great effort to speak. Only one of you can move and that's not you so you do your best to calm him down.
"Are the paramedics coming?" You look him in the eye and feel your side twinge.
"The call went dead." He explains. "The girl on the phone said to stay calm."
"Did you give them our location?" you ask hopefully.
"Yes, I did. They said they would send someone as soon as possible but the call was cut off."
You close your eyes for a moment trying to let the pain subside but it only gets worse. "Try calling them again and stay with whoever answers the phone while they arrive."
Tyler nods and after a few tries manages to connect the call. The girl behind the phone asks him to describe what he sees and that's when you get an idea of how bad it is.
The front window of your car is broken. You were thrown out because of a seatbelt failure. Your leg looks broken, according to Tyler, and worst of all, there's a pool of blood coming out of your right side. That explains the stinging you feel.
"That's not good, is it?" You ask trying to hope. The paramedics will arrive and everything will be fine.
"The girl says to put my hands on your wound and keep them there until the paramedics arrive." Tyler moves his hands and asks permission before placing them on your wound making you cry out in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over.
"It's okay," you try to control your breathing and feel your eyes roll back in your head.
The girl on the other end of the phone, now in a loud voice, asks Tyler not to stop talking to you and he does. You must stay conscious.
You respond a few times to his nervous attempt at conversation, tell him about your life and try to focus on something beyond the pain.
Minutes pass. Many minutes. Forty minutes, to be exact, and still no sign of help.
Your body feels weak and keeping your eyes open becomes increasingly difficult. That's when you remember how far you were from the nearest town or city when you had the accident and reality hits you in the face.
"Tyler?" You put your hands on top of his looking for some warmth. You're cold. it's cold.
"Yes?" he replies almost immediately.
"What does the ambulance girl say?" You ask.
"That we should wait a little longer. Help is on its way," he says with feigned assurance. He tries to convince himself that the paramedics will arrive on time.
"I need your help with something." Tyler nods for you to continue. "Please look for my phone in my car and call Peter. He's my boyfriend."  You ask. Now you understand you're on borrowed time.
"No, the girl said my hands are the only thing that stops the bleeding long enough for help to arrive. I'm not moving." He denies.
"Please." You beg, feeling an immense urge to cry but you're too weak to do so. "We're in the middle of nowhere and, look at me, I don't have much time left."
"No, please. They're going to come and you're going to be fine." he cries again inconsolably. He knows you're right.
"Tyler, please," you plead with every ounce of strength you have left. "I don't want to leave without saying goodbye."
The young man hesitates, not wanting to take his hands away and then regret it. But he feels so guilty about the accident that he agrees and reaches for your phone.
One ring, two rings, on the third ring, Peter answers the call. Tyler puts the speakerphone on and puts his hands back on your side.
"Love, are you coming back? Did you stop for lunch?" Peter asks through the speaker.
"Peter..." you smile sadly at the sound of his voice and feel tears well up in your eyes.
"Is everything alright? You don't sound so good." The concern in his voice is noticeable.
"Peter, I had an accident on the way home. You get straight to the point, you have no time to waste. "It doesn't look very-" you cut off your coughing breath and the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. "It doesn't look good for me."
"Wh-what?" you hear her breathing hitch. "Where are you? I'll come right away. Tell me where you are," he asks.
"I'm far away, Pete," you murmur and close your eyes to rest for a moment, just a moment. "I don't have much time left."
"What about the paramedics? Are you alone? I'll call 911," you hear the keys on the phone in your shared flat click and you open your eyes again.
"I'm with Tyler, he was in the accident with me and he's looking after me" you smile weakly at him. "But we're so far away from everything, love. I don't want to waste my last minutes talking about how far away the paramedics are." You plead.
"Don't say that, please. You're going to be fine" He reasons as fast as he can. He's still processing the information.
"I love you, Peter Parker. I love you with every fiber in my body." You struggle to hold on a little longer. Just a few more minutes, please.
Peter walks out into the street and gets into a taxi.
"I'll track your phone. I'm going to find you. You're not going to die, okay?" You hear his voice crack.
"Remember that summer at the beach when we saw that family playing ball?" You change the subject.
"Y/n..." tries to stop you from speaking but you continue.
"You said you wanted a family as happy as that." You smile at the memory. "A wedding, two or three kids, a little house in the suburbs, a job from home so you could spend time with the kids, and a Golden Retriever for a pet." You feel tears running down your cheeks. "I would have loved to have been able to give you all that, it was my dream too."
"We will. We will, just-" he takes a big breath of air so you he doesn't collapse in the taxi. "Hang in there."
Peter would have preferred to swing but there are no buildings outside the city and he would have had to hang up the call. He wasn't going to hang it up for the world.
"I'm sorry I argued with you about that new TV. I love our movie Fridays." You admit. "It wasn't an unnecessary expense."
"I know. I bought it for you," he sobs. This can't be the end.
"Little May and little Ben would have loved movie Fridays too. Especially since their dad would have made the richest and weirdest popcorn combinations." You laugh before coughing again and spitting up blood.
"May and Ben are the best names" he laughs sadly. "Y/n please, I can't lose you too. You're all I have left" you hear him crying on the other end of the phone. It's clear he's not trying to control himself anymore.
"I'll love you even when I'm gone" you whisper and leave your eyes closed for a longer period of time.
"Please open your eyes, y/n" Tyler moves your face with one of his hands and you open your eyes again.
"Listen to him, don't close your eyes," your boyfriend denies into the phone. He has never felt so helpless in his entire life.
"I'm tired" you fix your blurred gaze on the phone lying on the tarmac next to you.
"You can't leave, not like this" he wipes away his tears and tries to control his breathing but it's unavoidable. "I have to marry you..." he pleads.
"If you want me to marry you you have to ask me first" you joke.
"Will you marry me?" Peter asks between sobs as he thinks about the box with a ring hidden in his old Spiderman uniforms. He was going to ask you very soon, he didn't expect it to be like this.
"Yes and a thousand times yes," you smile with your eyes closed but open them again to look at Tyler. "Did you hear that, Tyler? I'm getting married." You say with as much excitement as you can muster. "You're invited to the wedding." You mumble closing your eyes again.
They stay open too little time, they're too heavy.
"You can take the ring out of your uniform box now," you mutter lower and lower.
"Did you know that?" your boyfriend asks in surprise.
"I know all about it, my super hero" your breathing slows down.
Peter looks at his phone. There are miles between you. He won't make it in time.
"No, you're the super hero. It's always been you," he presses the phone to his ear. "I love you, Y/n y/l/n."
"I love you too, Peter," you murmur almost inaudibly. "Can I ask you something?" You use the last of your strength to speak a little louder.
"Whatever" Parker nods quickly.
"Promise me that you won't stop looking for love and that you'll try to be happy even if it's not with me." You say earnestly.
"I can't do-" you stop him before he says anything else.
"Promise me, Peter. Please promise me. I have to hear you say it."
Peter swallows hard. He doesn't want to do anything you just said. How could he be happy without you? But nevertheless, he responds.
"I promise," he says before bursting into tears again.
This can't be goodbye.
You're exhausted, you don't think you can keep your eyes open for much longer. A few seconds pass and all you hear is Peter's sobs on the other end of the line.
"Y/n?" he asks but you don't answer. You vaguely hear him but the voice is getting further and further away. "No no no no, y/n answer. Please" exclaims your boyfriend. "Don't go" he clenches the phone tightly in his hand.
Endless memories flash through your mind.  You are glad that they are happy for the most part.
Is this what it feels like to die? At least you were able to say Goodbye.
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