Steven's kisses are always so random - they always catch you off guard. You could be in the middle of a sentence, and he'll just lean right into you and give you a peck. All giggles and teeth because your mouth was open, mid-word. You could be sitting down, reading one of the many books in his apartment, and he'll simply pull it from your hands and place a kiss on your lips. Half asleep? Kiss. In between bites of the vegan pancakes he made you for breakfast? Kiss. On the bus? Kiss. At the museum? Kiss. He sneaks them in whenever he can, with no possible warning.
Marc's kisses are gentle. Timid. He's spent a good chunk of his life breaking things - hurting people. And he never wants to hurt you. The pads of his fingers will brush up against your wrist, as if he's scared to touch you. His kisses are are slow and sweet. His lips are almost always chapped (he keeps losing the chapsticks you buy for him). He pulls apart tentatively, as if he's scared you'll run away. He's just full of fear, and even though he's never voiced it, you know. So you'll always follow his gentle kisses with a more urgent one of your own
Jake's kisses are passionate. He doesn't front often, so when he does, he wants to get in as many kisses as possible. He doesn't care where you are - he'll grab your face with his hand, your chin resting securely right in the crevice of his thumb and pointer finger, cheeks squished and lips puckered as he brings your face to his. You can feel him smile against your lips, and it always makes you swoon.
pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader (I was thinking about andrew garfield’s spiderman when I wrote this, but it could really be any of the three!)
word count: 1.4k
warnings: just some fluff. brief sexual innuendo if you squint, but nothing explicit. one f-bomb.
summary: Peter’s got it baaaaaad for his childhood best friend.
a/n: This is my first time posting anything I’ve ever written and I am BEYOND nervous. I’m dyslexic, so take any errors with a grain of salt. Feedback appreicated!!! I’m thinking about making this multiple parts (I love me some slow burrrnn) but not sure yet. Let me know? <3 thank you for reading :)
(Y/N) didn’t need to pull her head out of her locker to know that Peter was on his way over to her. The sound of a skateboard hitting the floor, followed by wheels against linoleum and kids groaning in annoyance meant that he was skating on over to her. Sure enough, he skidded to a perfect stop behind her and gently jabbed her sides in greeting. She jumped at the tickling sensation from his hands at her slightly exposed waist.
“Peter!”
“There’s my ladybug,” he said with a smile.
She shook her head in exasperation. “Are you ever going to tell me why you call me that?”
Peter shrugged ominously, leaning against the locker next to hers to watch her as she switched out some of her backpack’s inhabitants. Silence fell between them as Peter took in the beautiful sight before him. (Y/F/N). . . The apple of his eye; the thief of his heart.
He was only six years old when he met her. It was the day he moved in with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. He had been sitting on the front steps, still numb from his parents’ departure. That’s when he saw her; the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was roller skating down his street – the ends of her hair sticking out of her sparkling white helmet, flowing in the wind as she skated by. She was gone as soon as she had arrived.
Much to his delight, she skated right back only moments later. The activity looked effortless, though she was still sporting knee, elbow, and wrist guards – all white to match her helmet, all in pristine condition, as if she had never fallen a day in her life. He watched her skate back and forth for a few minutes, chin rested in his hands. Eventually, she stopped right in front of the gate to his house.
“You don’t live here,” she had said, leaning against the iron gated door. “This is May’s house.”
“I – I uh – I just moved,” he said, his voice soft as her sparkling eyes stared him down. “May’s my aunt.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders fell, and a smile made its way to her face once she realized that he wasn’t trespassing. “What’s your name, new boy?”
“Peter. Peter Parker.”
“Hi Peter Parker! I’m (Y/F/N).” She pointed down the street, to Peter’s right. “I live a few houses over.”
“Doyouwannabefriends?” He blurted out, her smile making his stomach feel twisty. He smiled back at her when she giggled.
“I’d love to.”
(Y/N) pulled a pen out of her pocket and motioned for Peter to meet her at the gate. He obliged, his feet bringing him to her in a sort of trance. She reached out for his hand and wrote her house phone number on his palm, followed by the name ‘(Y/N)’ and a heart.
“There you go, Peter Parker! I’ll see you soon!”
All he could do was wave goodbye, not trusting his voice. Peter was glued to that spot even after she had disappeared a little ways down the street and up her driveway. He didn’t snap back to reality until he heard the front door open, and his Uncle Ben call his name. Peter made his way inside, looking up at his aunt and uncle with glossy eyes.
“Are you okay, Peter?” May asked softly.
“I just met an angel,” he whispered, eyes wide.
“Huh?”
He nodded slowly, holding his hand up for them to see. May and Ben shared an amusing look, recognizing the phone number immediately as the (Y/L/N) home phone number.
“Peter!”
He jumped at the sound of (Y/N)’s voice. She had a hand on his shoulder, looking at him with concern. Her locker door was closed, and her backpack was draped over her shoulder. She was clearly ready to head to class.
“You all right?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he said breathlessly. “Got distracted.”
“Clearly,” she joked, offering him a smile. “The bell just rang; we gotta go.”
Peter was in a weird trance for the rest of the day. That happened sometimes, whenever he thought about (Y/N). Whenever they were together, he was able to keep himself focused on the moment at hand – for the most part. But something had changed recently, right around the time he got bit by that spider at Oscorp. The spider bite changed him; gave him super strength, enlarged and tightened up his muscles, corrected his vision, enhanced his senses, and, apparently, augmented his feelings for his childhood best friend.
At least, that’s what he liked to tell himself. In reality, it had nothing to do with the spider bite whatsoever. But telling himself it did made him feel. . . less guilty. He felt awful for feeling the way that he does. (Y/N) was his best friend – his only friend, really. She had been by his side for twelve years, encouraging him, supporting him, caring for him, loving him. How dare he taint that with feelings of desire.
He couldn’t help it, though. When the most beautiful girl in the world looked at you with soft, gentle eyes, how could you not fall in love? When her entire face lit up every time you’d enter a room, how could you not fall in love?
The feeling of a crumpled-up piece of paper hitting the back of Peter’s head pulled him from his thoughts. He whipped around to find Flash laughing silently with his friends. Peter rolled his eyes.
“Fuck off, dude,” (Y/N) whispered, picking up the piece of paper and throwing it right back – hitting him square in the nose.
“Nice throw,” Peter mumbled, smiling at the way she stood up for him despite not needing to.
“Hey, (Y/L/N),” Flash called, offering him one of his perfect teeth-flashing smiles. “Go on a date with me?”
“In your dreams, Thompson.”
“Oh you don’t wanna know what we’ve done in my dreams – “
“Mr. Parker!”
Flash had barely finished his sentence when Peter jumped up to throw a punch. Luckily for him, (Y/N) had managed to hold him down to his seat to prevent him from doing anything. It was the noise, however, that got their teacher to turn his back to the board and look over at the bunch.
“Please enlighten me. What is possibly so important that you can’t pay attention during my class?”
“Nothing,” he said gently. “Sorry, Dr. G.”
Their teacher turned back to the board, where he continued to write the lecture notes for the class to copy down. (Y/N) squeezed Peter’s shoulder gently, before turning back to her notebook. Peter glanced up at the clock and realized that he had been daydreaming for half the class – not listening to or writing down a single word. In his worst subject, no less. Before he could even think about trying to catch up, (Y/N) slid a piece of paper onto his desk.
My place after school? Pizza, movie, & notes?
~ (Y/N) <3
He smiled, his finger tracing the heart next to her name. She always signed her name with a heart when she wrote him notes. He liked to think that it was intentional; that she was trying to send him a sign. But deep down he knew that weren’t the truth. It was just something that she did. Peter looked over at (Y/N) to find her already looking at him, waiting for his answer. He gave her a nod. She smiled, turning back to her notebook.
Peter folded up the note and stuck it in his jacket pocket. He’d put it with the rest of them – he had a little box in his closet where he kept certain items. Its original intent was to store things that were important to him, but it soon became his (Y/N) box. Years’ worth of notes, movie ticket stubs, pictures, and more inhabited the small, wooden chest. There was even a small pencil from when they went to play minigolf at the beach one summer.
Once the bell rang, Peter threw his head back with a relieved sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up so it had a mad-scientist sort of look. He never realized he did that; it was a habit he subconsciously picked up over the years, because he knew that whenever his hair looked a little too messy –
“Jesus, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed, reaching up to fix his hair.
pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader (again, I had andrew in mind but any of the three could work)
word count: about 1.6k
warnings: occasional swearing. mentions of blood. kissing ??? idk if that’s a warning pls im new at this
summary: spider-man needs attention. the medical kind and the affectionate kind. who better to give it to him than his lifelong best friend, who’s clueless to both his secret identity and his feelings
a/n: so much for a slow burn because this is IT my duuudes. the end. anyways ! please let me know what you think. this could probably be read as a standalone fic too, but maybe read the first part anyways :)
Peter didn’t know where else to go. He was hurting – bad. His suit was torn right at the chest, where the lizard had slashed him with his claws. Blood was dripping down his stomach, sticking to him underneath his suit. Peter was in pain. He was tired, cold, hungry, and in desperate need of attention – the medical kind and affectionate kind. That’s how he ended up at (Y/N)’s house.
He used the last of his energy to crawl up the side of her building to the fire escape right outside of her bedroom window. He peeked inside and found her fast asleep. She looked so peaceful – she always did when she slept. Peter almost left without waking her, feeling an immense sense of guilt for even thinking about disturbing her at this time of night (well, morning, technically). But the jabbing pain in his side and the blood coating his chest was enough for him to get over it. He first tried to open her window to see if it was unlocked. It wasn’t, so he instead took to knocking– loud enough to wake her but quiet enough to go undetected by anyone else who may be home. A few knocks and (Y/N) was stirring. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, her lips forming a pout as she looked around for the source of the sound. When she saw Spider-Man outside, she jumped to her feet and opened her window.
“Hi,” he whispered, his voice at a deeper timbre so she wouldn’t recognize him. “I’m, uh – “
“Bleeding,” she gasped, staring down at his chest. “Come on.”
With a hand at his lower back, she guided him in through her window. The moment he stepped down into her bedroom, he got woozy from the blood loss, and stumbled into (Y/N)’s arms. He sat down on the floor, leaning up against her wall.
“I’m gonna go grab some stuff to take care of this,” she said, motioning towards his bleeding chest. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here,” he mumbled, head back in pain.
She disappeared into her bathroom and began the search for anything that would be of use at the moment. She emerged with gauze, wound disinfectant, Neosporin, a towel, and some bandages. The masked hero offered her a thumbs up as she plopped down on the floor in front of him.
“I’m gonna have to take this off,” she said gently, motioning towards the top half of his suit. “That all right?”
“Yeah, yeah – do what you gotta do, sweetheart.”
Ignoring the rosiness rising to her cheeks, she leaned into him slightly to grab ahold of the hidden zipper at the base of his neck and pull it down to his lower back. A groan in pain fell from his lips as she helped him slip his arms out of the sleeves. When she saw the state of his body, her heart nearly stopped.
“You gotta get to a hospital,” she whispered, looking down at him in awe. “You need stitches.”
“Nah, nah. It’s fine; I’ll be healed by tomorrow. I just need some help with the blood.”
“Are you sure? I’m not exactly sure I’m qualified for this.”
“I’ll guide you through it, baby. You’re okay.”
Something inside of her twisted at the nickname, but she pushed that weird feeling down and started to take care of the injured superhero in front of her. He was in a lot of pain. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to hide it; she could tell. She was being as gentle as possible as she rid his skin of his blood, but he was still wincing slightly. His fists were clenched at his sides, clearing putting on a brave face for her sake.
“I’m sorry but it’s about to get a lot worse.”
“Yay,” he said dryly.
“You can squeeze my arm or something, if it’ll help.”
(Y/N) coated a clean cloth with some rubbing alcohol and very gently dabbed at the three large slashes at his chest. One of his hands immediately came down to hold her thigh.
“Mother fu – “
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she cooed, one of her hands running along his shoulder soothingly. “Almost done. You’re doing great, sweetie.”
Peter’s mind went foggy – partially from the pain, but mainly from the feeling of (Y/N) caressing his bare shoulder and the sound of her voice. It was gentle, but still croaky from her slumber. And the way she called him sweetie. . . He was puddy in her hands.
He watched her longingly through the whites of his mask as she started to cover up his wounds. She had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth in concentration, her hands brushing gently over his skin as she tended to him. She had blood on her too, now, from when Peter collapsed into her arms. It was all over her shirt and her arms – she even had some on her face.
“I got blood all over you,” he said apologetically. “I’m so sorry – “
“It’s fine,” she said with a chuckle.
“No, it’s on your face. Here.”
With another groan in discomfort, Peter leaned over to grab one of the clean, unused towels. He held her chin between his thumb and his index finger ever so gently, holding her face up to eye level. He cleaned the blood from her face, his thumb running along her skin lightly. Her eyes fluttered shut, taking in his touch.
“You got a name I can use?” She asked softly. “Or am I just supposed to call you Spider-Man?”
“You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart.”
His tone was a lot flirtier than he had intended. There was something about the mask that gave him an extra boost of confidence – the boost he craved as Peter. The fact that (Y/N) was responding well to his actions added another layer of comfort for him.
A smile made its way to his face behind his mask when he saw her shift nervously in front of him, a warm tint rising to her cheeks.
“Okay,” she whispered, a smile at her face. “Bug boy.”
“What did you just call me?” He laughed.
“You said I can call you whatever I want, and I wanna call you bug boy.”
“All right, all right.”
“So bug boy. . . do you do this every night?” She asked, motioning towards his bandaged-up chest. When he nodded, she frowned. “Do you ever take a break?”
“Nah. . . This city needs me, ya know?”
There was something in his voice that hit (Y/N) like a ton of bricks. He sounded exhausted – as if he wanted nothing more than sleep and –
“What are you doing?” He whispered, watching (Y/N) as she crawled closer to him.
“Giving you a hug,” she said, as if it were the most obviously thing in the world, “because you sound like you need one.”
She was right, of course. That was the whole reason why he came to her house instead of his own. He nodded her on, so she ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders and pulled him into her. His hands fell down to her waist, holding her as tight as his injured body would let him. Peter let out a shaky breath as she rubbed her hands along his back of his neck, holding his head to her gently.
“It’s okay,” she mumbled into his neck. “I got you.”
“I know you do, ladybug. . . I know.”
(Y/N)’s entire body froze. She pulled away from him slowly, her eyes wide and her heart pounding against her chest.
“What did you just call me?”
“Hmm? I uh – I called you (Y/N) because that’s your name,” he said nervously.
“I never told you my name – and that’s not what you called me. You called me ladybug. W - wh – why – why would you call me that?”
“I – I’m, uh – I’m a spider, right? And spiders. . . ya know – they like. . . ladybugs? – fuck it.”
Peter pulled his mask off of his head and tossed it aside. (Y/N) barely had time to register the fact that her lifelong best friend was sitting in front of her, because Peter had grabbed her by the sides of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Her hands were cemented at her sides, in too much shock to realize what was happening. Peter separated from her slowly, allowing his forehead to fall gently against hers.
“Peter –“
“I know, baby, I know.”
“You – you – “
“Are Spider-Man – “
“Just kissed me.”
“I – well, yeah. H – how was it?”
“Do it again.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice; he immediately crashed his lips back to hers once more, this time, with more force than the first time. (Y/N) scooted closer to him, bringing her hands up to rest over his. They were still resting at her neck, tilting her head back by her jaw. A quiet whimper in approval fell from her, muffled against Peter’s mouth as he slipped his tongue past her lips. There was a sense of urgency in their kiss, as if they’d never be able to do this ever again. Peter was riding a high so intense that his injuries went forgotten. It was Peter who pulled apart once more, needing to catch his breath. (Y/N) opened her eyes and immediately laughed. Peter’s hair was a mess.
“Jesus, Peter,” she whispered, her hands coming up to fix his fluffy brown locks. “Every goddamn time. . .”
Poe Dameron flirtatiously asking you to sit on his lap in his X-Wing, a smug smile on his face when he playfully says, "wanna know why they call it a cockpit?"
A long, groan falls from your lips as you don't hesitate to make your way back down the ladder. "That's it, I'm leaving -"
"Come on, I was joking!"
You sigh in defeat, though the smile on your face as you join him in the pilot's seat gives away your true feelings.
warnings: none so far! just a little bit of a meet cute maybe? a whole lotta exposition. sorry folks.
summary: Let’s cure some ass! Only problem? Electro’s gotten his hands on some Stark tech. In comes (Y/N) Stark, ready to take back the arc reactor. What she wasn’t ready for, however, was meeting that Peter Parker.
a/n: hi besties!! i started working on this (mainly for myself) literally right after i saw nwh for the first time. it strays away from canon like .... a tiny bit. tony is alive here because he’s always alive in my brain. gwen never dated peter & died. i think that’s the only thing, right now. i’ll keep you updated if i steer away from canon any more!
“Peter, just call (Y/N),” MJ insisted, peering over her boyfriend’s shoulder as he tampered with the lab equipment in front of him.
“I can’t, okay? I can’t let her know what I did; she’ll be so disappointed in me.”
“It was an accident – she’ll understand.”
“Who are we talking about?” The eldest Peter asked.
“(Y/N) Stark,” the three kids said.
MJ’s expression was deadpan, like usual, but both Ned and Peter had a sort of glossy, dazed look in their eyes. (Y/N) had that effect on people – especially Ned, who was absolutely infatuated with her. The other two Peters – the ones not from this universe – shared a look of confusion and intrigue. They didn’t have a (Y/N) Stark where they came from, but from the way the three kids talked about her, they wished that they did.
“That’s it.” MJ stole Peter’s phone off of the table. “I’m calling her.”
“MJ!”
“Don’t you have cures that you need to be working on?”
Peter threw his head back with a groan but made no efforts to try and stop her. He knew she was right. If the arc reactor hadn’t made its way into Electro’s hands, then maybe they could’ve gotten away with handling it alone – just the three Peters. But the addition of Stark technology into the mix just made things that much more complicated.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, in walked (Y/N) Stark – suited up and ready for a fight. Much to Peter’s surprise, she ran right up to him and wrapped him up into a hug.
“You okay, Peter?” She whispered, holding him in her arms tightly. “What happened, bud?”
He told her everything – all of his worries and fears just pouring out of him. She studied him carefully, not once giving him that look. . . the look that screamed disappointment. He was grateful that she didn’t hit him with it; it was far from what he needed at the moment. (Y/N) didn’t speak once as he caught her up; just nodded him on.
“We’re working on the cures now,” he said, “but I don’t know what to do for Electro – none of us do. We need to get the arc reactor off of him.”
“I got it, Pete,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I got it.”
“Is Mr. Stark mad?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t tell him a thing. He’s on a plane back from Vienna right now.”
“Thank you.”
(Y/N) gave him a smile before turning to his friends to greet them. “Ned, nice to see you.”
“I love you,” he blurted out, looking at her like a lovesick puppy. “Sorry – I – I mean, hi. . .”
“Hi,” she chuckled. “And you must be MJ; it’s nice to finally meet you!”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” she smiled, accepting (Y/N)’s hug happily. “Peter has told me all about you.”
For the first time since her arrival, (Y/N) looked up at the other two Peters. The eldest of the two was the only one not sporting his Spider-Man suit, and instead was dressed like a high school history teacher on casual Friday. The other Peter – the middle one, she assumed – nearly took her breath away. He was the tallest of the three, with hair significantly fluffier and messier. One of the first things she noticed was his eyes: they were a glistening, chocolate brown color, and they were locked with hers – they have been since the moment she arrived. His lips were slightly parted, and she couldn’t help but notice how soft they looked. . .
“Guys, this is (Y/N),” Peter introduced, looking between her and his multiversal counterparts. “(Y/N), that’s Peter and Peter – they’re mes from other universes.”
“Nice to meet y’all,” she said gently, her eyes still looked with that Peter.
The group got back to work – a comforting vibe falling over them. MJ stayed at her boyfriend’s side for reassurance, and Ned took to shadowing the eldest Peter. He was asking him a bunch of questions about his life as Spider-Man. Meanwhile, (Y/N) and the third Peter were situated in the back of the room, tinkering with their respective science projects in silence.
“So you, uh – you’ve dealt with this lizard dude before?” she asked curiously, breaking their silence.
“Hmm?” Peter knocked over the box of lab gloves as he looked up. “Dr. Connors? Yeah, yeah – back when I was in high school. I cured him once, already, so this is like, no big deal.”
“Electro is from your universe too?”
He nodded. “Yeah, his name’s Max. . . He was like, the sweetest guy ever. Until he fell into a pool of electric eels.”
“That’ll do it,” she said gently.
“How are you holding up?” Peter asked her carefully. “I know this is all a little . . . crazy.”
“I’m fine. Not the craziest situation I’ve found myself in.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “I’m sort of a magnet for trouble – or so I’ve heard. What about you? You all right?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah – now I am,” he whispered, smiling softly.
Peter was searching for her eyes – she could practically hear it in his voice. (Y/N) glanced up at him, cheeks flushed, and Peter smiled wider. Her heart fluttered under his gaze. He was so cute – so joyful – even at a time like this. His eyes were practically glistening in admiration as he looked down at her.
The two held one another’s gaze, their eyes pouring into each other’s. Something was happening – something was pulling them together. It felt magnetic; like there was a larger, external force pushing them together. They subconsciously scooted closer together, neither quite realizing what they were doing. Their bodies were in full control as their minds remained occupied. When their knees bumped together, an shock of electricity zapped between them. It wasn’t off-putting, though – it was the exact opposite. It was a shock that symbolized connection. They were cosmically attached.
They jumped apart at the sound of metal clanking loudly against linoleum.
“Sorry!” Ned called out, popping up from the floor. “Butter fingers.”
“All right, I’m all set here,” this universe’s Peter said, holding up the Sandman cure. “How about you guys?”
“Done,” the other two Peters and (Y/N) said at the same time.
“So we just gotta lure these guys somewhere,” the middle Peter said, “and then try to cure them while they, uh, try to kill us?”
“And then send them home with a – magic box?” The eldest Peter finished, sounding equally as confused.
“That’s the plan, yeah,” current universe’s Peter said. “We just gotta find out how to get there.”
“Oh, we can portal there!” Ned said, looking around eagerly. “I’m magic now.”
“What?” His Peter asked, eyes wide.
“Dude, I got Doctor Strange magic.”
“It’s true,” MJ piped up. “I’ve seen it.”
“Let’s do that, then!”
Ned opened up a portal with such ease, that it took (Y/N) by surprise. She seemed to be the only person really thrown off by Ned’s new powers. She was about to ask how he acquired them so quickly, but everyone had already climbed through the portal. Everyone except for the third Peter.
“After you, (Y/N),” he said sweetly, waving a hand for her to enter first.
There was something about the way her name sounded falling from his lips that just made her swoon. Ignoring the heat that rose to her cheeks, she stepped through the portal. Another shock jolted through her body when Peter’s hand came in contact with the small of her back, guiding her through. She didn’t have time to really wallow in that feeling – that lovely feeling – because she emerged on the other side of the portal in the last possible place she would’ve liked to have been: the very top of the Statue of Liberty. Her entire body tensed – something Peter was able to pick up on immediately. Their new connection tuned him into her senses, and he could hear her heart pounding against her chest.
“Ned and MJ are gonna stay at Midtown with the box once the bad guys all get here,” the youngest Peter said. “Then, Spider-Mans and (Y/N), we’ll stay here and – cure them, I guess.”
“Easier said than done, bud,” (Y/N) mumbled, cracking her neck nervously. “We’re gonna have to come up with a way to distinguish between Peters. This is gonna get real confusing.”
“I’ll be Peter One,” all three of them said.
“Maybe this Peter should be Peter One?” MJ suggested, to which everyone agreed.
“Peter Two!” The eldest quickly called.
With an exasperated shrug, the middle Peter accepted his fate. “Peter Three.”
Peters One and Two swung off with the four cures, webbing them to different spots in the scaffolding that surrounded Lady Liberty and her newly added Captain America shield that was still under construction. Ned and MJ were standing off by the portal to Midtown, ready for Peter One to toss them the spell box whenever the villains decided to join the party, leaving (Y/N) and Peter Three alone once more.
“I can swing us down a few levels if you wanna go lower,” Peter offered. “You look a little spooked up here.”
“I got a thing about heights,” she whispered, avoiding looking down at all costs.
“Yeah, I can tell. I promise I won’t drop ya.” His arms were open, inviting her into his chest, as if asking for a hug. “C’mere.”
“I’ve never done this before,” she said, approaching him timidly. “Swung around with Spider-Man.”
He smiled. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
(Y/N) wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck and allowed him to lift her up by the back of her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles for extra support, as per his instructions. She tried not to pay attention to the feeling of his abs against her hips, or the way his hand rested perfectly into the small of her lower back, or how good it felt to rest her head against his shoulder.
“All right, (Y/N) – going down.”
Peter shot a web up at the roof of the scaffolding level they were currently on and then jumped off of the platform. Her grip on him tightened as she felt the wind whip through their hair. She let out a squeak in fear – the sound muffled against his neck.
“I gotcha, I gotcha,” he mumbled, leaning his head down atop of hers. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Aaaaaaaaand – we’re here.”
Their landing was so gentle that she wouldn’t have even realized that they were stationary if Peter hadn’t announced their arrival. Still in his arms, she looked up to see that they were about halfway down the Statue of Liberty. Still way too high for her comfort, but significantly better than being at the torch.
“That was awful,” she said, looking up at Peter with wide eyes.
“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” he laughed. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Th – thank you for not dropping me.”
“Any time, sweetheart.”
It took them a moment to realize that they were still in the same position they descended in. (Y/N) didn’t want him to let her go – being in his arms was so . . . comfortable. She felt safe. And with the life she had lived thus far, safety was a scarce thing. Peter picked up on the vibes instantly, for he too was comfortable. He too, felt safe.
“You sure you’re okay?” Peter whispered, looking down at her with a gentle smile. “Your heart’s beating like crazy.”
“I – I’m fine,” she mumbled, cheeks flushed as she looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. “The adrenaline, I think.”
“Right, right. . . I – I got it too.”
She smiled softly. “You can probably put me down now.”
“Right! Sorry, sorry.”
Peter’s grip on her waist loosened just enough for her to jump down from his arms, but secure enough for him to guide her to ensure that she wouldn’t fall. He then took to sitting on one of the scaffolding railings. One hand gripping the railing above him was all he had for balance. She lowered herself down to the ground in front of him, sitting a good distance away from the edge. Peter’s eyes were glued to her as she took in the view of the Manhattan skyline that surrounded them.
There was something that had been gnawing at him from the moment he saw her. Nothing bad – the exact opposite, actually. The second he saw her he had this strong feeling of attachment, as if he were meant to be with her. He instinctively trusted her. He wanted to open up his life to her – give her an all-access pass to his past, present, and future. And as someone who generally didn’t trust anyone, it was. . . liberating.
Little did he know, the same thoughts had been running through her head.
“I’m sure you’re looking forward to heading home when this is all over, huh?” She said, finally breaking their silence.
Peter shrugged sadly. “You’d think. . .” When she pouted in confusion, he explained, “I don’t really have anyone to go back to, so. . . I’m heading home to a whole lotta nothing.”
Without even hesitating, Peter completely opened up to her. He told her about the passing of his Aunt May and how his childhood best friend Harry went dark and tried to kill him, leaving him completely and utterly alone. So he dropped out of college and threw himself into his vigilantism. He thought that spending more time as Spider-Man would ease the pain of being Peter Parker. “In all honesty,” he said, “I forgot what it even feels like to be Peter Parker.” It was so easy to talk to her, he quickly realized. She was a great listener – attentive and patient and comforting. Comforting without even saying anything.
“I’m rambling,” he said after a while. “I’m so sorry – “
“No, no! Peter, it’s fine,” she insisted, offering him a gentle smile. “Seems like you needed to get that out.”
“What about you?” He asked, lowering himself down to sit on the floor in front of her. “You heading home to anyone after this?”
“Just my dad. Well, I have the team – we’re kind of like a family, in a way.”
He nodded. “No one special, though?”
“Uh, no – not really,” she said, cheeks flushed. “I haven’t found my person yet. . . Not to say that like I’ve been looking, because I haven’t been. I just – I don’t know. I never really thought much about it. . . I just kind of figured that when I find the person I’m supposed to be with, I’ll know. I’ll feel it. . . somehow. I - I don’t know. That probably doesn’t make any sense – “
“No, no – I get it. I get it. Like a – like a soulmate.”
“I guess, yeah. Yeah. . . Guess I believe in soulmates,” she chuckled lightly. “Do you?”
“I never used to,” he admitted, scooting the slightest bit closer to her. “I wanted to. I wanted to so bad, but I’ve always been a bit of a pessimist when it came to that kind of stuff. I used to think that if soulmates were real, I definitely didn’t have one. Ya know?”
“Used to,” she repeated. “What changed?”
She was looking up at him curiously, her eyes sparkling in the light from the skyscrapers around them. She was glowing. Peter didn’t know if he was imagining it or not, but there was a faint, golden aura around her. It was at that exact moment when he decided that going back to his universe was completely pointless. There was nothing for him there. There was no one for him there. But here. . . Here was where (Y/N) was. And he definitely wanted to be where (Y/N) was.
“I came here,” he admitted softly. “I came here, and I met you. You feel it too, right? That pull?”
She nodded, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Yeah, I do. . . It’s nice, it’s – “
“Comfortable,” he finished. When she nodded him on, he said, “I uh – I was thinking about, ya know. . . maybe – “
“Staying?” She asked, the hopefulness in her voice making his heart soar. He nodded. “I – I think you should.”
Peter leaned forward slightly, one of his hands hovering above hers, silently asking if her could take it. She nodded him on. A quiet giggle escaped her lips as Peter intertwined their fingers over her lap. She scooted herself closer so that their knees bumped together. That shock ran through them once more.
“I’m so glad I met you,” he whispered, his head tilted slightly as he smiled down at her. “Maybe when this is all over, we can – “ Peter’s voice fell, his head whipping over to another direction. All of the color faded from his face.
summary: Let’s cure some ass! Only problem? Electro’s gotten his hands on some Stark tech. In comes (Y/N) Stark, ready to take back the arc reactor. What she wasn’t ready for, however, was meeting that Peter Parker.
a/n: heeeeyyyy besties!!!! told ya i’d keep you updated if i strayed away from canon any more. basically, i wrote this so that doctor strange had to send everyone back to their universes individually, as opposed to just one spell that sends them all away. not too big of a change, right? oh, and the whole “who’s peter parker” thing is just nonexistent here LMAO. the multiverse gets closed and everything is peachy keen. happy reading!
“I’ve been dangling over the Grand Canyon for twelve. Hours.” Doctor Strange said angrily. “This ends now.”
“Strange, wait!” (Y/N) yelled, placing herself between him and Peter One.
“Oh great; he roped you into this too? This has to stop, Stark; can’t you see that?”
“His plan is working! He’s curing them!”
“I don’t care! It’s too – what the hell is this?”
Peter Two and Peter Three had just swung down to their level, standing on either side of (Y/N), helping her in her attempts to shield Peter One from Doctor Strange.
“Oh, Doctor Strange, these are my friends,” Peter One introduced, stepping out to the front. “Peter Parker, Peter Parker – Spider-Man, Spider-Man. They’re mes from other universes. Guys, this is the wizard I was telling you about.”
“You were in the Grand Canyon?” Peter Two asked angrily.
Peter Three nodded in support. “He could’ve used your help!”
“It’s fine,” Peter One said. “Strange, you can’t send them back yet.”
“And why not?”
“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?”
The sound of Green Goblin’s voice pulled everyone’s attention away from the spell box. Osborn threw a handful of bombs at the group. The three Peters, (Y/N), and Doc Ock moved quickly, shielding the spell box hovering between Strange’s hands. In the midst of the chaos, a pumpkin bomb landed right in the center of the box. Peter One noticed before anyone else.
“Strange, no!”
The box exploded, and the scaffolding beneath their feet began to shake. There was a scramble for security as the metal beams began to tip. Doctor Strange’s cloak was enough to save him. Peter One webbed MJ and Ned, holding them securely as he lowered them all down. Peter Two took to Electro and Doc Ock. Then there was (Y/N), who fell backwards off the platform.
“NO!”
Peter Three launched himself off of the highest point of the scaffolding mere milliseconds after seeing her fall. Tears were already blinding his vision as he expected the worst. He shot a stream of webs from his wrist that landed right at (Y/N)’s stomach. Using all of the strength he could muster with one hand, he pulled her up into his arms – all the while, slowing down their descent with another web. Peter landed safely and gently, with (Y/N) clinging to his chest as he held her in his arms.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice trembling as he looked down at her.
She nodded, tears flooding her eyes as well. “A – are you?”
He nodded as well, shutting his eyes tightly as he rested his forehead against hers. Peter could hear (Y/N)’s heart pounding against her chest, thanks to his advanced senses. He bumped his nose against hers gently, his lips lightly brushing against hers as he spoke.
“I got you,” he whispered, lips hovering over hers. “I got you.”
She let out a soft whimper in approval as Peter’s mouth met hers with an urgence that could only come up after a brush with death. The kiss was passionate but tender, and their mouths worked in perfect sync – like a dance that they’ve practiced their entire lives. Peter swiped his tongue along her bottom lips, silently asking permission to enter her mouth. She parted her lips for him, bringing a hand up to hold his face down to hers as he slipped his tongue past her lips. They stayed together, lips locked and tongues ties, for as long as they could. It was Peter Two who eventually got them to pull apart.
“You two done down there?” He called down from where he was swinging by Lady Liberty’s head. “We’d love to have you back!”
“You good?” (Y/N) asked breathlessly, giggling as Peter chased her lips when she pulled apart.
“Mhmm,” he mumbled into her mouth. “Hold on.”
Still holding her tightly in his arms, Peter swung them out of the way of the rubble and over to where the fight against the Green Goblin ensued.
•••
“I gotcha! I gotcha.”
Peter Three caught (Y/N) from under her arms just as she lost her balance. A groan fell from her lips when he helped her onto her feet. Her vision was white from pain, so she shut her eyes tightly. She didn’t open them until she felt Peter’s forehead to fall gently against hers.
“I think some of your ribs are broken,” he observed quietly.
“Yup – they definitely feel broken,” she moaned. “How can you tell? I – is it your Peter tingle?”
“My Peter tingle?” He giggled. “Uh, yeah. If that’s what you wanna call it. You okay? Can you walk?”
She nodded against his forehead, their noses rubbing together at the movement. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’re bleeding.”
Peter held her face in his hands, studying her with a frown. There was a cut at her temple that was barely bleeding, but the sight of any amount of blood was enough to worry him. He wiped a dab of the scarlet fluid away with the pad of his thumb, rubbing it into the fabric of his suit, right at his thigh.
“I’m fine, Peter,” she insisted, looking up at him sweetly. “Promise.”
“Stark.”
(Y/N) whipped around – a little too fast, but Peter was there to steady her. Doctor Strange was standing before them, barring a solemn expression. Orange ruins were glowing around his forearms. He had already sent everyone home – everyone but Peter Three. (Y/N)’s heart sunk and tears quickly flooded her eyes.
“No, no, no. Strange, please.”
Strange studied them carefully. (Y/N) was standing in front of Peter Three with her arms outstretched, attempting to shield his body with her own. The latter was holding her waist at a spot a little too low for strangers. Both her and Peter had tears in their eyes. They had gotten attached alarmingly quick. It was as though they physically could not stay away from one another. Strange felt it, too – that strong, cosmic energy that was pushing them together. How or why this happened, he didn’t know. But it was concerning, nonetheless. Strange had no idea what kind of repercussions a multiversal attachment like that could have. Peter needed to leave, and fast.
“Every second he spends here is dangerous,” Doctor Strange said. “The fabric of reality is too fragile for him to stay.”
“Just give us more time. Please,” she begged, tears now freely falling down her cheeks. “Please.”
He gave in to their tears. “Three minutes. But make it quick.”
Ignoring the fact that Strange, Peter One, MJ, and Ned were all watching them, Peter spun (Y/N) around and pulled her in for a kiss. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping the spandex of his suit in her hands tightly. Her injuries went forgotten; their attention grasped by the fact that they only had minutes left together.
“Peter,” she mumbled, pulling apart to look up at him. She wanted to look at him as long as she possibly could – she wanted to commit every single detail of his face to memory before he left. “I – I’m – “
“I know, I know,” he whispered, running his spandex-covered thumbs along the height of her cheekbones. His heart was breaking more and more by the second. The thought of leaving her, the desperate look in her beautiful eyes, the way her voice cracked through her tears – it all made Peter feel like he was being stabbed in the chest. “I know.”
“I’ll bring you back,” she insisted. Her voice was determined, despite its trembling from her tears. “I don’t know how, but I will.”
“I know you will.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“I don’t wanna get rid of you,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. He attempted to hide his pain with a smile, wanting to be strong for her, but he failed miserably. “I – I don’t wanna leave you. I don’t wanna go.”
(Y/N) brought a hand up to the back of his neck, running her fingers through his fluffy brown hair at the nape of his neck. He gave her another kiss, the saltiness of their tears coating their lips.
Peter pulled back with a groan when a burning sensation took over his body. He knew he was being sent home – it was the same feeling he experienced when he was brought here earlier. He looked down at (Y/N), who was sobbing in his arms, holding him tightly.
“No, no, no – Peter.”
“It’s okay,” he whispered, smiling at her through his tears. He wanted to make sure that the last thing she saw of him was a smile. “Everything’s okay.”
“I don’t want you to go. Please don’t go.”
“You’re gonna bring me back. You said you would.”
“I will – “
“Then this isn’t gonna be the last time we see each other.” He was in a lot of pain now – he’d be gone in seconds; he could feel it. But he still put on a brave face. “I’ll see you soon, my love.”
She could feel him slipping from her grasp, despite him not making any efforts to step away from her. She held him tighter, but it was no use.
