Summary: You and Peter are dating and decide to go to college together so you don't have to break up. What you didn't know is that even if you were together, that didn't mean a happily ever after.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, fluff!, some little descriptions of sex.
w/c: 1.3k +
a/n: Enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated❤️. Gif not mine.
Act #1
"Peter! Peter!!!" You ran into his room. "The letters have arrived, the letters are here!" you held up the envelopes in your hand and showed them to him with a smile. The college admission letters had appeared in your mailbox this morning.
You and Peter had agreed to apply to the same colleges, colleges you both liked and felt comfortable at but you wanted to go to the same one, you didn't want to split up. Everyone knows that couples break up after they go to college and you didn't want that to happen to you. Your first choice was Yale, Peter wanted to study science and you wanted to study law so it was a great choice for both of you.
You were so excited about this idea that you had already started looking for flats to live together in Connecticut.
"Yes, I just brought mine," he replied enthusiastically. "We agreed to open them at the same time." He reminded you.
"I know, that's why I came" You smiled and sat down on his bed across from him.
"Alright, which one do we open first?" he asked as he looked at the unopened envelopes in front of him.
"Harvard?" you asked.
"Alright" He nodded.
You both tore open the envelope together and proceeded to read the letter.
You inhaled deeply as you finished reading, you hadn't been admitted. "I didn't get in" You looked at him with a fixed and somewhat sad look on your face. There were still two colleges left and Harvard wasn't your first choice after all.
"Me neither" You put the letter aside. He was frustrated that he didn't get in but, like you, he had the same thoughts. "It wasn't our first choice anyway." He took your hand in a comforting way and gave you a smile that made you smile too. "Let's open the NYU one."
"Yes" you took the envelope in your hands as he did and both of you opened it. After a moment you look at Peter with a smile. He was looking at you the same way. "Did you get in?" you asked keeping the wide smile on your lips.
"Yes! What about you?" I waited before getting more excited, I didn't want to be a jerk if you didn't get in.
"I did get in!" You both gave each other a tight hug and laughed in unison, it was a joy to have gotten into the same university together.
"Alright, only one left" Peter looked at you with a smile. "On the count of three... 1, 2, 3!" you both opened the letter and read it.
The smile on your face, Yale was your first choice and you had got in! you couldn't be happier. You looked up to see Peter and his smile was gone. His eyes were glued to the letter, his eyes were moving from side to side rereading the words on the paper over and over again.
"Peter?" You asked worriedly and walked over to him.
"I didn't get in" He sighed and threw the letter on the floor in a ball. He snorted and looked away.
"Don't be like that" You gave him a sad look and put down your letter leaving it face down. You didn't want to tell him that you got in. "We still have NYU," you tried to comfort him.
"You got in?" He stared at you.
You didn't want to lie but you still did. Peter meant the world to you. "No, I didn't get in" you denied and sighed. "Their loss" you smiled slightly and took his hands.
"Their loss" he nodded and moved in to kiss your lips. "NYU, here we go!" he exclaimed excitedly and kissed you again as you both laughed.
Act #2
You and your boyfriend decided not to move in together and instead live on campus to get the "full college experience" or at least that's what you both said, in reality it was because you didn't have enough money to afford a flat in new york, getting a job was becoming a difficult task.
"Do you need help with that?" asked Peter as he walked towards you inside the dorm.
"Peter!" You hugged him and jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you without a problem, he was spiderman after all. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be unpacking with May" you looked into his pretty eyes.
"I was supposed to but I told him that my beautiful girlfriend was going to need my help and that I was going to be fine" He kissed the tip of your nose making you laugh.
"What a smart boy" you smiled and kissed his lips.
"Is your partner not here yet?" He asked.
You shook your head as he set you down again "The office told me she'll be here tomorrow."
"That means we have the room to ourselves for today?" he raised and lowered his eyebrows mischievously and pulled you to him by your waist.
You laughed and nodded "Now? we haven't even made the bed" you continued to laugh.
"He took you in his arms and threw you on the bed to kiss you and slip his hands down your blouse. "I love college already"
Act #3
"So do you really want to join that fraternity?" you asked as you helped him pack his bag.
They had been at a frat party a week ago and Peter had gotten along really well with the frat boys -omega alpha deta-, so well that they had invited him to join them since they had a room available.
"Yep, the guys are really nice, plus, isn't that part of the college experience?" he smiled.
"Not everyone joins a fraternity in college" you sighed. "I don't know, there's something I don't like about the whole thing, Peter. I don't think they're the right people for you." you admitted.
"I'm going to be fine" He took your face in his hands after closing his suitcase. "It's going to be fine." He assured you and you nodded.
You weren't very convinced about it but you trusted him.
"Let's go?" he held out his hand and took his suitcase in the other after hanging up a backpack.
"I'll walk with you" you took his hand and together you walked to the frat house. As soon as you entered you felt how heavy the atmosphere was, perhaps because of the amount of testosterone that abounded in this place. together you entered what you were told was the empty room and left Peter's things on the bed.
"Peter!" exclaimed a light-eyed brunet from the doorframe. "Good to have you here brother" They both walked over and hugged and gave a high five. "You have a strong grip" he laughed.
"Thanks for inviting me" Peter said as he laughed as well. "I like going to the gym" he said matter-of-factly.
"And the beauty next to you is...?" The brunet looked you up and down. His look was more of a predator eyeing his prey.
"This is y/n, my girlfriend" Peter grabbed you by the waist possessively and pulled you to him. He wanted to make the brunet understand that he wasn't available.
"Pleasure..." you replied with a slight smile waiting for him to tell you his name.
"Caleb?" A redhead appeared behind him wearing only a bra and tiny shorts. "Will you be back in bed?" she asked.
"In a second, sweetheart." Caleb spanked her and the redhead walked into the front room closing the door.
You definitely felt uncomfortable.
"Your girlfriend?" asked Peter.
"No," Caleb laughed. "She's just a girl I met a couple of days ago, you can borrow her anytime." Peter and Caleb started laughing.
You stood there watching their exchange of "jokes". You never thought you'd see Peter laughing at something like that let alone with you by his side, this was a rather disrespectful attitude that you didn't like at all.
Worst of all, it felt lonely as the beginning. You were in the first few acts of what seemed to be an overacted play and you dreaded seeing the end.
But your life was never as dramatic as a stupid play, was it?
𝗔/𝗡: second drabble! I haven’t really had any inspiration lately so if anyone has any requests feel free to send them in! constructive criticism is very welcome as well! :)
𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦, Peter gazed at you adoringly. He watched as you smelled the flowers outside the nursery with a small smile on your face . Not wanting to stay without your touch for even a moment, Peter sidled up next to you and slid his hand into yours.
He leaned his head on your shoulder, and grinned. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”
You tore your attention from the bright flowers in front of you and turned to Peter.
“What’s it look like?”you asked with a grin to match Peter’s.
“Well”— he exhaled deeply—“it looks like you’re not paying attention to me.” Peter looked up at you with his big brown eyes as a pout spread over his lips.
You rolled your eyes. You put both of your hands on Peter’s face and squished his face. You laid a wet kiss on his bent nose. “That enough attention for you? ”
Peter quirked his eyes brows as best as he could while you were smushing his face. He pulled himself away, rubbing his face like a wounded dog.
“Must you always treat me like a baby?” He sighed.
“You keep acting like one,” you replied, chuckling slightly. You turned back to the flowers you were admiring before.
Not quite satisfied with your answer, Peter nudged your arm. You ignored him; all you wanted to do was look at the flowers.
“Hey,” Peter said into your ear, “what type of flowers are those?” He pointed to a light bluish-purple bunch next to the one you were currently focussed on.
You smiled affectionately and leaned forward to inhale the flowers’ odoriferous scent. Glancing at Peter through the side of your eye, you informed him, “Those are bluebells.”
He pulled you so that you were leaning back on his chest. “Yeah?” They have a meaning or somethin’?” He murmured while nipping at your ear.
“They mean kindness,” you replied while looking at him lovingly.
Peter scanned the flower arrangement once more. “How ‘bout those?” He pointed to another bluish-purple bunch.
“Those are salvias. Since they’re blue, they mean ‘think of you,’ but if they were red they’d mean ‘forever mine,’” you told him.
Peter quirked his eyebrows, looking at you curiously. “Like in a crazy, possessive way or in an affectionate ‘I’m gonna love you forever’ way?”
You bit your lip in thought. “I think in more of a crazy, possessive way.”
“Remind me not to get those for you ever,” Peter muttered, making you giggle. Peter’s eyes twinkled at the sound of your sweet laugh.
After tearing his gaze from you, Peter looked back at the assortment. “Alright, what about those ones over there?”he asked, pointing at a bunch of red flowers.
“Those, Petey, are red tulips. People usually consider them ‘a declaration of love,’”you drawled slightly. “I also like to consider them my favorite flower,” you grinned.
“Is that so?” Peter glanced at you with a soft look in his eyes.
“Yes, actually that is s-”
Just then you were interrupted by one of the workers, Joey as his name tag read, at the nursery.
“Hey, I noticed you guys were looking at the flowers. Is there anything I can get you guys?”
You began to tell him that the two of you were just looking, but Peter beat you to it.
“Yes, actually. Could we get a couple of those red tulips right there?” He asked, motioning to the flowers in question.
“Sure thing!” Joey picked out a couple of the brightest one and wrapped them up in a piece of string. Peter went inside to pay for them and soon came out, swinging the door open with a smile just as bright as the flowers in his hands.
“For you, sweetheart.” Peter bowed slightly, making you laugh sweetly. You brought the flowers to your face and inhaled the fragrant scent.
You sighed, giving Peter, who was still grinning widely, a knowing glance. “You didn’t have to get me these y’know.”
“Actually, I really did have to. It’s my moral obligation as your boyfriend.” Peter simpered, leaning in to give you a series of gentle pecks.
You leaned your forehead on his. “Thank you, Pete.” You looked into his eyes, hoping to display your immeasurable love for him through yours.
Peter seemed to understand and responded in a gentle tone, “You’re welcome lovie.”
summary: the last 2 parts were about you comforting Peter. now it's his turn to return the favor - part one - part two
wc: 1234 (happy accident)
warnings: reader is overwhelmed and shuts down, might be reminiscent of a trauma response so just be careful loves. no reason is given for the breakdown, it's solely a comfort fic, but she has some trouble processing things
a/n: f!reader (uses the phrase 'pretty girl'), theres one part that alludes to plus size!reader bc i was being self indulgent but it honestly works regardless
The front door shut behind you, the sound of your bag thudding to the floor reaching your ears before you even realized that you’d let go of it.
Your whole way home from work, you’d just been focused on getting here. Just get home without freaking out, and then… well, you didn’t really plan an ‘and then’. And now that you’d completed the only task keeping you from breaking down in public, there was nothing to distract your brain anymore.
“Baby?”
You heard your husband’s voice, but it sounded far away, like he was down the street instead of the next room over. You turned toward his voice, and the look on your face was enough to have Peter rising from the couch. He walked over until he was stood in front of you, his hands raised as if to help, though he didn’t reach out to touch you just yet. “I’m here, love,” he said softly. “Can you tell me what’s happening?”
Seeing him in front of you helped. It didn’t make everything go away, but he grounded you. Even so, explaining what was wrong seemed like a herculean task right now. You just shook your head at him, your eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill over. “I– I can’t–”
“You don’t have to.”
All you managed was a nod before you took a step forward, closing the gap between you and falling into Peter’s arms. He knew what you needed when you felt like this. His arms wrapped around you, crushing you into his embrace. “You’re okay, love. I have you,” he whispered, bringing one hand up to stroke your hair.
He held you for a bit longer, feeling his shirt dampen as you started to cry into it. Crying was relatively good, he thought. Better than the dazed look you’d had when you walked in. At least now he felt like he could reach you.
“You coming back to me? Little bit?”
He felt your head bob slightly, as much of a nod as you could give with your face still buried in his chest.
“Good, good,” he exhaled. “Gonna pick you up now, okay? Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed, tapping your thigh with two fingers to emphasize his point. You did as he said, body moving on autopilot.
You loved when Peter carried you anywhere, his super strength a guarantee that he’d never drop you. At first you were skeptical– sure, he was strong, but he still got tired, didn’t he? Peter resented your hesitation for two reasons. One, because he wouldn’t get tired, and two, because he hated the self consciousness that washed over you when you said that. He’d made a point to lift you up whenever he could– sitting you on the counter, carrying you to bed– until you’d come to believe that your weight really was nothing to him. After that point, you loved it. There was just something about the way he held you. It made you feel small, cared for.
Peter effortlessly carried you over to the couch, sitting down with you still in his arms, your legs now straddling his.
“Cry as long as you need, baby. Don’t try to rush it for me. Want you to take some deep breaths, though, okay?” Peter took a deep inhale, starting on a breathing exercise he’d seen you do countless times before, focusing on filling his stomach with air and then releasing it in one long, slow breath. With the way you were pressed against him, it would’ve been difficult for your body not to sync with his. “There you go, love. Doing so well.”
You finally felt able to speak again. “Sorry,” you choked out, your voice coming out ragged. You used to be so embarrassed whenever you cried in front of Peter. Now you mostly felt bad that he had to put in all this effort to help you. You should be able to do this yourself.
“Hey, none of that,” Peter chided gently, one hand slipping under your shirt to rub your back. “I like being here for you.” You didn’t say anything, but he could feel you relax under his touch. “You believe me?”
You mumbled an “mmhm” into his shoulder.
“Can I see my pretty girl’s face? Please?” Peter asked, tucking your hair behind your ear as he spoke.
You were starting to calm down, sobs no longer wracking through you, your breathing basically back to normal, though fresh tears kept coming. You sat up to face him, giving him a little watery half-smile. “I look ridiculous.”
“Oh, please. You know you’re a pretty crier, you’ve told me as much. I appreciate the humility though,” he teased.
You huffed out a surprised laugh. “Knew I should never have said that out loud.”
“There she is,” your husband said triumphantly, glad to have made you laugh.
“Yeah, yeah,” you waved it off, still feeling a little embarrassed despite how many times he’d told you not to be. You brought the heel of your hand up to scrub against your cheek, trying to wipe the tears away.
“Let me do that,” he said softly, bringing both hands up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing across your cheeks gentler than you would’ve ever done. “Y’being too rough with my wife.”
You smiled at him for real then, just a slight smile, but a genuine one. He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, which made you want to start crying all over again. He was too good to you.
“Had a bit of a ‘too much moment’?”
You let out a little chuckle despite yourself. “Was it that obvious?”
“No, not at all,” he shrugged it off, “I’m just very perceptive.”
“Mhm,” you hummed your agreement. “That’s why I married you.”
“That’s why, huh?” he repeated, his gaze softening as he looked at you.
“Maybe one or two other reasons.” You covered one of his hands– still holding your face– with yours, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you said, your lip trembling a bit with the admission.
He cocked his head to the side slightly. “What do you think I’m gonna say to that, baby?”
You rolled your eyes half-heartedly. “Didn’t need to do anything,” you mumbled.
He smiled back at you, eyes full of such genuine love it made your head spin. “Not a single thing. You’re deserving as you are.”
“Okay, okay. I believe you, but stop. Tired of crying now.”
“Okay,” he chuckled, dropping his hands, allowing you to fall back against his chest. “You wanna talk about it?”
“S’okay,” you said, Peter feeling your lips move against his neck. “Just wanna stay here a while. Feel better when you hold me.”
“Always happy to be of service,” he replied. “Wanna lie down?”
You nodded, and Peter maneuvered the two of you to lie down on the couch, your body still fully on top of his. One of his hands returned to your hair, gently raking through it, and he felt like he could subsist solely off the sound of your contented hum.
“God, I love you,” you sighed, eyes closed.
“Not as much as I love you,” he argued.
“Oh, not this shit again. We’ll be here all night,” you said, eliciting a surprised laugh from Peter.
hey!! i love your blog sososososo much. it helps lots!!! i appreciate your hard work <33 along with that, i had a really bad day, so do you have any masterlists/story suggestions wherein the reader has a really bad day?? thanks a lot hun!! keep doing a great job <3
Summary: You and Peter are dating and decide to go to college together so you don't have to break up. What you didn't know is that even if you were together, that didn't mean a happily ever after.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, fluff!, swearing, some little descriptions of sex. +18
Author’s note: I am back with a new Peter Parker Series! It had to be angst! ofc. Hope you like it!
CHAPTERS:
One - This is not a stupid theatre play (Is it?)
Two - Don't fucking talk to me like that
Three - Nosense
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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.
PAIRING: peter parker x fem!reader(could be gn!reader too I didn’t rly specify pronouns)
WARNINGS: peter being a lil douchy in the beginning, lil angst, unedited
WORD COUNT: 643 words
A/N: sooo hello again :) I haven’t written in a hot minute so this may suck lmao. also this was inspired by a prompt from this list!! anyway as always lmk if u have any feedback or requests :D that’s all!
GOING OUT ON PATROL and looking for crime was something very normal for Peter. He had been doing it since he was 15 and would most likely be doing it for a very long time. So it was safe to say it could get a little boring sometime. Peter would stop and sit on a random rooftop, sometimes preferring to look for crime from his bird's eye view rather than swinging throughout the city.
He was currently doing this, scanning the city for any trouble when he saw something that caught his eye. A slumped figure was slowly trudging down the sidewalk just below him. But that wasn’t what caught his eye. The lackluster hair? The terribly styled clothes? The overall foul aura? It had to be you.
Peter snickered diabolically and swung himself down to your level. He landed behind you and cockily straightened his posture.
A slightly evil grin overtook Peter’s face as ur snarled, “Y’know my sense we’re going really crazy and thought somethin’ terrible was going down here.” He then sighed dramatically. “Turns out it was just you.”
An awkward pause filled the air as Peter waited for your response. His grin faltered slightly. You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly before spinning around to face Peter.
“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief. “I can’t believe it! I was wrong-“
“I’m sorry, why is that surprising to you?”
“After everything that could have possibly gone wrong today, some how more could go wrong! You just had to show up! Y’just had to come and put the icing on the cake didn’t you?”
Peter’s expression soured into one of pure offense. “We’ll you’re grouchier than usual. What happened, your flying broomstick finally broke?”
“I know you’re obsessed with me or something but can you just leave me alone this one time?” You asked, your voice grating and filled with pure rage.
Peter ignored your comment. “Wait, something’s not right.” He gave you a quick once over. “Oh wow. You actually look kinda decent today. Well except for your makeup. It’s kinda smudged around your eyes. Like over here and here-“ he begins to motion with his hands.
“Yes I know that Peter!” You all but shout back at him.
The nice dress, the smudged makeup, your worse than usual mood suddenly connect the dots for him.
“Oh my god, you were stood up weren’t you. Were you stood up for a date?”
You groaned once again and harshly rubbed your face with your hands. Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes as the humiliation you were feeling began creeping back up like bile in your throat.
“Yes I was stood up,” you mutter lowly, sniffling. “Go ahead, make fun of me. I know you’re going to.”
Peter’s mouth opened as he was about to say something truly insulting, but he stopped. He took in the sight of you. You looked like a kicked puppy, with your mascara and eyeliner smudged and your glossy tear filled eyes. You nervously picked at your nails as you awaited his taunts, already feeling embarrassed enough.
Something in Peter’s heart softened. He let out a deep sigh. “Y’know I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless.
Your eyes flickered up to look at his face, holding much surprise in them. Peter grinned even though you couldn’t see it through the mask. “I know we have this whole thing going but I know getting stood up sucks.”
“What? Don’t look so astonished.” He admonished, putting his hand on his hips. I am your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man after all. It’s kinda my job to help damsels in distress,” he lilted, bowing slightly.
Surprising yourself and him, you let out a loud laugh at his theatrics.
A wide smile enveloped Peter’s face as he held our hand for you to take. “C’mon lemme take you home.”
