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sociallyanxiouss · 2 years

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𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄.

pairings: theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: short, angst, unrequited love, mentions of sex and theo being somewhat an asshole.

summary: theo realizes he loved you too late.

author’s note: do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

word count: 1.1k

TO BE LONELY is a certain something—such a destructive word that is isolation, futile zeal for something and foreboding yet currently, Theo felt this loneliness with you but it was fascinating, one otherworldly detachment of two individuals with new possibilities and a connection formed with wonder, in light of the fact that Theo would prefer to be vigorously and unquenchably forlorn with you than to be only desolate by any stretch of the imagination.

It felt like Theo was wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold winter night being with you. You were so gloriously warm that you didn't deserve to thaw Theo's coldness; being in your vicinity made him feel at ease and content; you were someone deserving of exquisite and genuine blossoming devotion. You were like a rose, lovely and mellow, and Theo was like a thorn in your side, prickling you and being unpleasant with you, yet you were both compatible with each other.

He didn't realize it until it was too late. If only Theo had been more perceptive or didn't take your friendship for granted, he would have figured it out sooner. He was ignorant and delusional to assume your feelings were a deception and inconsequential because he convinced himself that you would never, ever fall in love with a person like him. Theo always believed you were too wonderful for him and that he deserved none of your affections, so he did the only thing he could think of: he pushed you away.

But there was one thing Theo admired and detested about you: your stubbornness. You stayed by his side whenever he was chastised, even if you tried to hold him back, which was futile, and you let him fall into your delicate and welcoming arms when he needed comfort when his father was being aggressive on him, and Theo has only cried in front of you, only you, and he was glad he could be vulnerable to somebody like you.

He considered you were an angel sent to lighten his hardened existence, because Theo was usually serious and severe on certain people, and many people wondered how you could be friends with someone like him. He asks himself the same question. Even though you were not just his friend, you also admitted to having strong convictions for him. Theo remembered how his grimace and pursed lips made you fear the worse.

Theo recalled the day you were both in the library, and he attempted to ignore your pensive glances while concentrating on his book, but he became frustrated and arched a questioning brow at you. Then you confessed you liked him, not as a friend, to his dread, astonishment, and satisfaction, all of which were mixed feelings. In his own ears, the words you spoke in the lips he had always longed to kiss sounded foreign.

“You what?” Theo had said, his voice as steely and uncompromising as ever.

“I said I like you,” you responded meekly and slowly, heedless to his stare. “My friends persuaded me to tell you, and I know it's mad because we're friends, but my friends assumed you like m—”

He had spoken out, blind to the fact that his words were like daggers to you, and ignorant to his anguish. “You're right, it's mad.” He nearly wanted to strike himself when he saw how you flinched and responded, “You can't be serious,”

You were offended, and the brightness that had usually glistened in your lovely eyes had vanished. “What makes you think it's so bad?”

“Because it's embarrassing and low for you,” Theo blurted without thinking, and he gave the student who shushed him a scowl. “And I like someone else; you're simply my friend; this is ridiculous.”

After that, he felt the regret spreading inside his body like a venomous poison, as you left with despair in your eyes, possibly from humiliation and hatred, and packed your belongings and left far away from Theo without even a final glance at him. You'd never acknowledged him, never spoken to him, and you wouldn't even look him in the eyes since then, and Theo realized your friendship was over at that point.

Draco and Blaise would frequently pester him with questions, but he would simply ignore them and sneer at them. Theo remembered how Blaise teased him about how Theo was ten times worse without you, and he merely rolled his eyes but said nothing. Theo could tell you were feeling the same thing, but you were dealing with it better than he was, and you moved quickly enough that he could only watch you from afar, smiling and laughing with your friends, with no more attachments to Theo.

Theo attempted to get rid of you by flirting and sleeping with girls, but his mind keeps looping back to you, picturing you whenever he fucks a girl, fooling himself into thinking it was you and how beautiful and perfect you were under him, pleasuring and loving him. It was a fantasy, but every time he would finish and open his eyes, he was disappointed to see another girl instead of you.

It was only then that he discovered he loved you. He knew it was problematic of him to realize his sentiments now, but it was all he could think about: a melancholy and regretful longing for you. He had sought to approach you and corner you as you were speeding away from him, but you were prideful and indignant, and you believed all this range you felt to him was deserving, but he persevered and tried to win you again, this time with conviction.

Theo cupped your cheek and told you he loved you—all this time, and he sounded quite certain and confident—but the illumination in your eyes was gone when you looked at him, and you stepped away from him with an appalled and almost gloomy sneer in your face, and Theo felt like an idiot with both his hands hanging to the air as you removed his hands from you as if he burned your skin.

“Why?” was the only word that came out of his mouth, and it sounded like glass shattering, and it was devastating and awful.

As you walked away from him, your expression remained unchanged, and you muttered over your shoulder, “It's too late, Nott.”

Theo stood there like a blubbering idiot with a wounded look but he knew he deserved it, watching your back as you stepped into another guy's embrace, one he didn't recognize. And you smiled at the guy, and Theo almost fell apart. What was once your precious smile to him was now a bittersweet memory that he wished to relive.

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sociallyanxiouss · 2 years

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Moving on is not for the weak - Theo Nottt

Summary: Theo and reader breakup, and when Theo sees reader on a date and regrets everything. Angst to fluff

Warnings: mentions of smoking, swearing

AN: hardly edited sorry for any mistakes lmfao

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“You know it’s not easy me either Theo!” you say entering the common room, Theo trailing behind you

“Oh no Darling I’m sure it must me SO HARD for you” theo spits back

this was not unlike the two of you lately, fighting. You hated it, and to some extent you started to convince yourself Theo enjoyed it, how heated you both got in the moment, the sleepless lonely nights, the constant headache. He had been picking so many fights, he must enjoy it.

Storming towards the couch to the group you sat without greeting anyone.

“It’s pathetic” Theo huffed taking a seat not too far from you.

“Here we go, trouble once again in paradise” Draco laughed

“fuck off Malfoy” Theo spat

you looked at Draco with apologetic eyes.

“do you really have to do that here?” meeting eyes with your boyfriend

“do what?” Theo said reaching for his packet of cigarettes

“constantly being awful, to me or to dray, to all of us Theodore” you complained as you reached for a cigarette

“so I’m back to just Theodore now?” He questioned

“well yes that is your name” you said

“Fuck you” he muttered lighting the dart laced between his fingers

“Pass around the pack please” said Pansy prompting to the packet he had just returned to his pocket, he threw to to her

“thanks” she smiled taking one and passing it around to Blaise and the rest of the boys

“So are we all going to the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw game?” Asked Matteo lighting a cige himself

“yeah I’m down” you said

“of course you are” stated your boyfriend

“meaning?” Pansy asked, as you both look at him with confusion

“Oh come on you’re just gonna love wishing Weasley goodluck for the game, aren’t you baby” He smiled spitefully

“excuse me?” you stood up

“he was drooling all over you in dark arts today” he stood matching you

“no Theo, he wasn’t, you are always looking for a fight” you said exhausted

“yeah well you give me reason, and maybe if you were a little easier to be with then it wouldn’t be this way, I mean seriously darling sometimes I can’t fucking stand you” He ranted inhaling his smoke

teary eyed you stared into his eyes

“if that’s how you feel teddy, then consider this done I’m- I’m done” you said weakly putting out the cigarette that occupied you hand.

and that’s when Theodore Notts stomach dropped, teddy. He hadn’t heard you use that name in too long, he remember it all, falling in love with you and how he wasn’t ready to fall out of love with you. He was angry with his father, and he had been missing his late mother and he didn’t even realise he was taking it out on you. But it was done, the damage was irreversible. He knew how cruel he had been over the last month and he understood your reaction.

By the time he had proceeded what you had said all he could manage to say was

“Great”

and that broke your heart. so you left to your dorm accompanied by Pansy who was shaking her head at him as she threw an arm over your crumbling figure.

Days passed, then weeks, then it had reached two month since you had spoken to your lost love. Sure you were both still in the same group but you couldn’t even meet his eyeline.

But Theo looked at you, too much, he saw the red and puffy eyes during the first weeks, he saw in your face, you coming to terms with the situation then finally he saw you pick yourself together, and fuck, you looked good.

It was late when you entered the common room, theo was there in conversation with the group awaiting your arrival.

A wolf whistle left Enzo’s lips as you joined the group

“what was the occasion?” Blaise asked

“I had a date, nothing special really” you smiled conscious of Theos presents

and with that his eyes darted towards you in shock

you observed his breathing getting heavier

“WHO?” Pansy smiled jolting to your sit, forcefully sitting you down

“adrian pucey“ you shrugged

“Do tell all about pucey the little git” Draco followed, protective of your former relationship with his best friend.

You looked up at Theo, sadness written all over his face

Merlins beard did you miss him.

“I really don’t wanna talk about it” You said, as a mutual sadness filled your system

“anyway off to bed for me” you smiled

“Us too” Pans said pulling Blaise by the arm. With that your whole group walked towards your dorms.

Theo and yourself had fallen behind the end of the groups trail, self consciousness filled the air. Your hand left draped close to Theos, intentionally and Theo wanted more than anything to intertwine his in yours. You feared you had fallen out of things to say, something you never thought possible.

he cleared the silence

“so um Pucey, huh” he said

“Oh come on, I saw you with Daphne the other day” You immediately shot back

“She’s nothing to me” he said stopping both of you

you both stood there. Close. Too close.

You deeply sighed looking down at the floor

“What’s wrong, darling?” he questioned lifting your chin

“missing you a little’ you softly confessed

“missing you a lot” he loudly whispered

“I don’t want to fight you” You said as tears threatened to fall

Theo grabbed you hand and rushed you both to his dorm

as the door closed, he held you, so tight.

And you sunk into him, as he reacquainted himself with your skin

“never again, I promise baby I’ll never fight you again, I promise” He rushed

you left his hug and kissed him.

“we’ll be alright” You smiled

He lead you both to bed and old routine slept into new practice as he held you through the night

“I love you, darling” He said kissing your temple.

The morning was better than either of you imagined, a new chapter for the both of you, together.

together entering the great hall together, sat updating the group of your rekindled love.

“I’ll be back, grabbing you some coffee” Theo said kissing your head before leaving

within moments adrian pucey had occupied Theos seat

“how’s about I take you out again?” he smiled

as if on cue Theo returned

“Fuck off git” Theo exclaimed prompting him to move

without hesitation he did so, Theo taking his sit back draping an arm over his girl while the other handed her coffee followed by a soft peck.

“Thank you Teddy” You smiled.

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sociallyanxiouss · 2 years

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George Weasley didn't think his twin could have a chance with Draco Malfoy's older sister, but Hermione and Angelina encourage Fred to ask Y/n out.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x malfoy!reader

The reader pronouns: she/her

Words count: 1.4k

Warnings: out of character Fred, not proofread

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Slytherin sunshine

They say love makes people blind. Blind to what, exactly? To the love interest's flaws? Or to the world around you to the point where you sometimes can't keep up with what's happening around? The second one in Fred Weasley's case.

To the boy's misfortune, love could surprise him in the most inconvenient moments. In fact, love was what made those moments inconvenient, awkward.

It was really amusing to Fred's twin brother and friend. The both of them couldn't suppress the urge to laugh when they saw him trip over his own feet. Why? Simply, because Fred's eyes were fixated on a particular girl.

"Mate, I swear you could not notice and fall off of a cliff because of that Malfoy girl," Lee said, helping Fred get up from the ground.

George didn't help. Instead he laughed, "He would straight jump off of a cliff if she only asked him to."

The three friends stood silently for a few seconds, looking at the girl. She was sitting on a windowsill nearby, surrounded by a few of her friends.

Y/n Malfoy didn't quite fit a stereotypical description of a Slytherin student. She never talked to Fred outside of class, he barely knew her, but he noticed how kind she is to people around her. She liked to help younger students find way to certain classes, she liked to help her friends with their homeworks. She laughed a lot, she had a beautiful smile. She was too much of a sunshine to be a Slytherin.

Y/n was friends with two Hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw. There wasn't a single Gryffindor in her friend cycle, but that was probably because Gryffindors never trusted Slytherins. Even if Y/n seemed like an embodiment of a ray of sunshine, it could all be a facade to trick enemies, right?

"She smiled at me though," Fred beamed.

"She smiled at what her friend said," George put his hand on his twin's back, "as much as I love and support you, I don't think you have a chance."

"Yeah," Lee added, "I don't think she would choose a random Gryffindor over a bloke she's been friends with for the past 4 or 5 years."

Fred opened his mouth, but didn't talk. Then a thought passed his mind, "If she was going to date him, she would have done it a while ago. They've been friends for ages."

The next lesson was getting closer, so Y/n got off of the windowsill. She and her friends got going to the next class, they had to part ways. Y/n hugged each of her friends and got on the way to Potions classroom.

The girl walked past the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan, in fact they had Potions together. She looked at Fred and smiled, gaining a smile back from the boy.

Just a second after she walked by, Fred got his both sides nudged by George and Lee.

"We should get going too, you know?" George said. "We have Potions now."

"Oh, Potions!" Lee exclaimed. "Our Freddie will have some time to stare at his girlfriend!"

Fred chuckled, "She's not my girlfriend." Not yet, at least, he added in his thoughts.

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"I can't believe you fancy Malfoy's sister!" Ron's voice sounded a bit too loud through the Gryffindor common room. He caught everyone's attention, but nobody seemed to be surprised. Did they all know already? Was it that obvious?

"I didn't choose to fancy her, okay?" Fred argued. "It's love, it happens!"

It happens, that's exactly what love does. It happens and you don't even notice, then one day you realize you've fallen hard.

"She isn't that bad," Hermione chimed in, "I hung out with her in the library a few times, she's nice actually."

"As nice as Draco?" Ron scoffed.

Hermione sighed and decided not to pay attention to Ron's comment. "So when are you going to ask her on a date?"

"Well...someday. For sure." Fred replied shortly.

Asking Y/n on a date was on the list of things Fred was going to do, definitely. He thought about it many times, he made up scenarios in his head before falling asleep. The problem was, until that moment he didn't realize it will actually have to happen. Fred saw it happening in the future, but didn't pick a particular day, particular moment.

"Don't tell me you're not going to do it. You didn't have a problem with asking Angelina to the Yule Ball last year."

"Angie is just a friend and Y/n is...she's something more, no offense," Fred gave an apologizing look to Angelina.

"No problem," the black haired girl joined the conversation, "personally, I think you should ask her out as soon as possible. I support you in it even if she's a Malfoy."

Fred looked at her a bit confused. "What do you mean by as soon as possible? Why?"

"Because there's been a rumor that Adrian Pucey has a thing for her as well..."

And that was when Fred decided. The day was coming to an end, so asking Y/n out would be the first thing he does in the morning.

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She was there. She was in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, not knowing she's about to get asked out.

When was the right moment to do it? Fred couldn't just chime in while she's eating, that could be awkward. He could wait until she's done, but it made him look a bit creepy.

"At some point, this can be marked as stalking," George laughed, patting his twin on the back.

"Has anyone else noticed?"

"Uhhh, probably? You're sitting here, not even touching any food, your eyes glued to that one girl. Totally not suspicious."

However, Fred couldn't engage more into that conversation. His eyes caught Y/n standing up from the table, so he did the same. George and Lee were saying something, joking about the situation, but Fred didn't pay attention to their words.

The way from the table to the door of the Great Hall seemed to last kilometers in the boy's head. Thousands of scenarios ran through his mind, some with good and some with bad outcomes. He would never know, if he didn't do what he was supposed to do, so he didn't wait anymore.

"Hey, Y/n, I want to talk to you." Fred said, stopping the girl by the huge door. "Like, alone."

Y/n blinked a few times, processing his words. Then she looked at her friends and told them she'll meet them later.

Y/n recognized Fred, him and his twin brother were the biggest troublemakers in Hogwarts. The girl found their pranks very amusing, even those they pulled on her younger brother and his group of friends.

"What is it?" She asked.

Fred walked Y/n further from the door of the Great Hall. He wouldn't mind if someone heard that, even if he was going to get rejected, he just didn't want to block the door.

"The thing is...you probably don't know me, but I, but-" the boy stuttered, he couldn't find the right words. He used to have a plan in his mind, but he forgot it. Fred had to improvise, "I like you. I know, I know what you think, it's probably weird because we don't know each other, but I like you, I-"

"Fred," the girl giggled, "I know you, we have some classes together. Not to mention you and your twin pull the best pranks."

"Oh, you know my name."

Fred scolded himself in his mind. Why was he acting like that? Y/n made him feel so anxious, stressed. Fred wasn't acting like himself.

"Yes, I know your name. Honestly, I didn't think you'd like me, I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor. You know how it is."

"Yes, yes I know. That's why I wanted to ask you about something, but I wasn't sure about it. I was just wondering if...I mean, that's okay if you say no, but do you...would you..."

Y/n smiled at how silly the situation was. She made sure to make this smile look friendly and genuine, not mocking.

"Do you want to go on a date?" She asked before Fred managed to stutter out the rest of whatever he was going to say.

"Me?" Fred questioned. "I mean, yeah, yes, totally."

"Great. See you right here at 4 pm?"

"Yes, that would be great. See you."

"Alright, have a nice day until then."

Y/n gently placed a kiss on Fred's cheek. Then she walked away, leaving the boy speechless. His heart was beating so fast and he was sure his face is all red. If George and Lee hadn't appeared next to him and shook Fred out of the trance, he would stood there probably until 4 pm.

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sociallyanxiouss · 2 years

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You should do like reader is very talkative and she talks to Draco a lot and Draco is just always quiet when she talks or just nods his head and stuff she thinks he doesn’t listen so she just stops talking to him and ignore him cause she thinks she aggravated him but she really didn’t and Draco really was listening so he talks to her and tells her he listens and literally just repeats everything she used to say to him like her favorite color, pets, things to eat and drink and just random things if it makes sense

Annoying

"Oh and what do you like the most for breakfast? Honestly, I love pancakes but they usually serve pancakes for breakfast here. Oh and do you like puppies or cats more? I think cats are cute but puppies are my personal favorite. Nevermind, I was gonna ask you what color should I buy my Yule Ball dress? I can get a green one if you'd like because you are in slytherin but blue is my house color but I really want to get a red one because it suits me. What do you think?", Y/N looked at Draco, only to see him busy reading his potions textbook.

She doubted he even heard a single word that came out of her mouth and she sighed. They were currently at the black lake, sitting against their favorite trees. They had been dating for about 6 months and they were both very happy.

Except, Y/N didn't think so. Everyone knew she was very talkative and could talk for hours about anything and everything. And everytime she ranted to Draco about her day or in general, she noticed that he only kept nodding at her words without looking at her or responding. She wondered if she was annoying him by talking too much.

She was about to ask him if he was even listening when someone called her name. It was Luna.

"Hey Y/N!"

"Hey Luna. You wanted something?", she smiled at her bestfriend.

"Oh yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the library to study?", she asked in her dreamy voice.

"Of course.", she smiled.

She then turned to her boyfriend.

"Draco, I am gonna go with Luna. See you later?", she placed a kiss on his cheek but he only nodded, eyes still on the potions book.

Y/N sighed and got up. They both were about two steps apart from Draco when she heard him mutter a quiet "thank god" and her eyes widened and welled with tears.

So it was true then. She really was annoying him. Why didn't he straight away tell her? Then maybe he didn't want to hurt her feelings? She was lost in her own thoughts.

Luna obviously noticed this and asked her if she was fine, to which she responded with a weak "I am good."

That night, she couldn't sleep. Her thoughts kept wondering to that day's events. Maybe she really was annoying.

She had been told off a couple of times for talking too much. Be it her friends or parents, she had been called off for talking too much,due to which, she grew a bit insecure and stopped talking at a point. But when she met Draco, her habit of talking came back because Draco always listened to her, which she was very thankful for. But now, she doesn't think so anymore

So, she finally decided to talk less and stop ranting to Draco. If that would make him happy, she was willing to do so. Only if she knew what Draco really meant by that phrase of his....

For the next few days, she only gave short responses to Draco and went early to bed to avoid him because she knew she would not be able to stop herself if she were anywhere around him. She even cancelled plans to hangout saying she had to study.

Draco obviously noticed this change in behaviour and was not quite happy to say the least. He loved when she told him about her day and he found it adorable when she would rant about things.

He missed her to say the least. So, he approached her when he saw her sitting alone against their tree near the black lake.

"Hey, darling", he smiled while sitting down and pressing a kiss to her forehead in the process.

She weakly smiled back and just pecked him on the lips in return.

Draco sighed.

"Y/N, tell me what's wrong ,love.", he said while snatching the book she was reading from her hands.

She frowned and looked at him.

"Nothing is wrong, Draco."

"No, I know something is wrong. You haven't been yourself. You haven't been talking to me properly and you cancel plans when I ask you to hang out. Please tell me what's wrong.", he asked with pleading eyes.

Y/N just looked down to avoid his eyes. So, Draco put a hand on her cheek and forced her to look into his eyes.

"Tell me", he demanded.

She sighed. " Its just,I felt like I was annoying you by talking so much. I felt like you weren't interested in my talks so I just decided to shut up to make you happy."

"Love, I could never be not interested in your talks.", he emphasised the word 'not'.

"But that day, when we were here, you were busy reading your potions book and you weren't listening.", she pouted.

"I was listening, love. Yes, I may have been reading my book side by side, but I promise I was listening. I can prove it to you. You said that you love pancakes for breakfast but Hogwarts rarely serves them. You also said that you think cats are cute but you like puppies more and you also asked which color dress you should buy for the Yule Ball", he smiled.

A smile grew on Y/N's face. He was listening. But then she remembered something and frowned.

"But I heard you mutter 'thank god' when Luna asked me to study with her."

Draco chuckled.

"Oh darling, I said it because I had finally finished the lesson I was supposed to learn."

A look of realisation took upon her face and she looked down in embarrassment. How could she be so foolish"I-I am s-sorry-", she was cut-off by a pair of lips on her. She smiled into the kiss and kissed him with as much passion.

They both pulled away for breath and Draco rested his forehead on hers.

"I could never be annoyed by you, my love. In fact, I love listening to your voice.", he whispered.

"I love you, Draco.", she whispered back.

Only when she saw the look on Draco's face did she realise what she just said. They hadn't said the "L" word before.

She both looked at each other with widened eyes when Draco's features softened and a smile grew onto his face.

"I love you more,Y/N.", he whispered and bent down to connect their lips for a passionate kiss once again.

A/N: how do you like it? I am sorry if it feels rushed. I wrote it in like 25 mins...

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sociallyanxiouss · 2 years

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Attention

Neville x fem! reader

*Readers appearance isn't specified*

Warnings: snape, draco

Summary: Snape gets onto Neville for staring st you during potions

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Neville couldn't help it. Really! You were just a beacon for his attention and it would have been rude to ignore it. You sat a row ahead of him so diagonally to his lower left. You were so pretty, honestly. He was suprised he was the only one appreciating it.

"Mr. Longbottom will you at least attempt to focus your attention me and not Ms. Y/l/n?" That broke him clear out of his daze.

"Oh uh sorry, professor." That initiated some snickers around the room and Snape being Snape, did nothing to silence it. Once Snape had continued his droning lesson you turned your head over in Nevilles direction sending a sweet smile. He returned it but this wasn't private.

Though no one asked for him Malfoy butted into the moment. "Oh does longbottom have a crush? Let's be honest you have no chance with a girl like that! Speaking of which," he sent you a wink. His voice was arrogant and loud and like before not a word of protest from Snape. You however were far from accepting Malfoys advances. Sending a disgusted look in Malfoys direction you turned back around and faced the board. "She'll come around," looking back to Neville,"far before she even considers you, Longbottom."

After class you stopped Neville before he left the classroom. "Do you have the notes from today?"

"Uh yes." You both walked out the room.

Brushing you hand against his you said,"Can you help me with them?" His breath hitched.

With a smile his said," Yes. Yes we can."

"Okay. I'll come to you at 3pm?"

"Yes that can work." And you walked into your classroom but not before hearing Draco let out a ,"Unbelievable! Him?!" A little down the hall.

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sociallyanxiouss · 2 years

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a/n: this is kinda lacking in detail because i know literally no nothing about scary themed video games… the only video games you’ll catch me playing is mario kart — team Yoshi for the win!!

a/n 2: reader is 9 and Draco is 15 in this story — this is rushed but still sort of angsty because zenny currently hates her brother at the moment.

Draco’s Game

Draco lets you play one of his video games, which leads to you having a nightmare.

WARNING: Draco’s nothing but a little bitch boy in this one… reader is just a mess — reader is crying, sort of almost throwing up because she’s crying so much because she’s completely terrified.

WORD COUNT: 0.9k+

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“Hey Y/N/N… do you wanna play a game?”, your brother asked looking at you lying down on your stomach on the carpet of your bedroom currently finishing up some homework.

“What kind of game?”, you asked warily as your brother had a tendency to prank you, leading you to sometimes be either annoyed at him or very upset.

“Just one of the playstation… it’s a new one. I haven’t played it yet”, he lied. The truth was that he had played it many times before and was no longer affected by the jump-scares, but knowing that you would get scared was just such an entertaining idea that Draco couldn’t afford to pass out on.

“Hmm okay then”, you replied after weighing up your options. Soon you headed off into your brother’s room and sat down on a chair before he passed you the remote control with the game already set up.

After a couple of minutes of Draco setting the game up for the two of you to play together, he sat down and worked with you through the first couple of missions.

“This is fun…”, you smiled, looking at your brother. You always sort of looked up to your brother growing up, it wasn’t something you had planned to do so — he just happened to be there. Yeah he could be a real pain in the ass but he could also be very protective around you which always made you feel safe.

“Yeah…”, Draco replied smirking away as he knew the jump-scares would start soon. Draco had no actual decent enough reason to do this, he just decided on it to annoy you.

Once the game’s lighting starting to change from happy and bright to sad and dark, you couldn’t help but look curiously at the screen as you weren’t so sure what was happening. Deciding not to ask just yet, and instead let the game play out you remained silent as you concentrated on the task your avatar was currently completing.

“Uh… Draco what’s happening?”, you asked feeling more frightened by the minute. “Just watch…”, he replied waiting for the right moment.

And boom, there it was — a little girl covered in blood and so pale looking (almost like a ghost) and looking at you through the screen with a sinister looking smile. All of a sudden the girl on the screen started to walk towards you and soon your avatar started to automatically run away.

Whimpering at what was happening, you looked to your brother in hopes that he would protect but alas Draco was far too busy watching everything play out that you just gulped your nerves down before screaming when the screen turned black until the little girl reappeared only to kill your avatar.

“Y/N! You lost… c’mon let’s play again”, Draco mumbled as he started to restart the level to which you violently shook your head in protest against.

“No-No thank you Draco… ‘m gonna go now”, you mumbled before scampering out of the room and into your room once more where you felt safe with all the bright shades of F/C surrounding you.

Draco just shrugged before continuing to play the game by himself up until dinner and even then he didn’t notice you looking so freaked out the entire time at the table.

It wasn’t until sometime after 2am that he was awoken rather roughly by your mother because you had confessed what had happened to lead to you having such horrible nightmares with the fear of the ghost coming to get you.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy… you tell me exactly what you’ve done to cause your sister to be like this or so help me God-”

“Draco don’t you dare lie either!”, your mother interrupted your father as she looked back at you with sympathy in her eyes for you, her darling little girl, who was currently crying so much to the point where she was starting to feel sick.

“Lucius, darling, take Y/N into our room- and put the lights on”, your mother motioned for your father to do so, as she wanted to speak to her son alone.

“Draco-”

“I just let her play a game…”, he mumbled.

“What sort of game?”, Narcissa snapped causing Draco to gulp before explaining the objective of the game which led to Narcissa scowling at her son and his cruel actions, and for what? Just because he thought it would be funny?!

“I’m not laughing Draco. In fact, when you wake up tomorrow I want you to unplug that damn playstation of yours and I won’t give it back to you until I deem fit…”

“What c’mon Mum! That’s so not fair!”

“Draco…”, she drawled completely unimpressed and so disappointed by your brother’s behaviour.

The rest of the night did not go as smoothly as possible because with you being as terrified as you were, you refused to sleep in your room alone. So for the rest of the night, you slept in your parent’s room clinging onto your father who protectively wrapped his arms around his little girl.

“Don’t worry Y/N baby… Papa’s got you”, Lucius whispered in your ear before kissing the top of you head.

“She’s no’ gonna get me…”, you slurred in your sleep feeling yourself doze off.

“No one’s going to come and get you. I promise.”

Let’s just say ‘big’ doesn’t even begin to describe the amount of trouble was in for when he woke up the next day.

No one makes Lucius’s daughter cry. No. One.

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; friends to lovers!au [d.m.]

+ word count. 2.1k; bulleted fic + contains. soft!draco, implied slytherin!reader but can be overlooked for a different house + author's note. i haven't written anything in like two years lol

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with fiery, narrowed eyes you glowered at him whilst stabbing your roast beef

a smirk slipped from his lips as he lowered his cheek to his palm, ready for whatever spiel that was to come his way

he thought you looked lovely

more so than ever and as he continued to look absolutely smitten with you, the look on his face made you want to stab his eyes out

just looking at him had you flustered, him and his stupidly annoying yet handsome smirk always made you feel funny

it was always like this since the beginning, stupid and petty arguments that held no real malice—that were childish at core—and him shrugging it off with yet another smirk

“i don’t know why i bother giving you my potions notes when i end up finishing your assignment for you anyways,” you mutter, warmth to your cheeks as your glare hardly fazes the boy next to you

“darling, i don’t know why you bother giving me your notes when you know you’re going to finish my assignment.”

“you basically just repeated what i just said!” you screeched and pointed your fork at his grinning face. “and stop smiling!”

from across the table, pansy gives a smirk, as if she were waiting for the moment. "you know draco, if y/n doesn’t want to do your potions assignment i would be more than willing to-”

“sod off, parkinson,” the both of you ring out in unison and you can’t help but roll your eyes at her useless antics

he snickers at that, finger twirling around your sleeves and tugs ever so softly as if to get your attention

you swat at his hand as if it were a cornish pixie and glare at him, “would you stop that? you’re going to ruin my robes and classes haven’t even started yet.”

he ignores you with yet another smug grin and you give up at your attempts as he continues to toy with your sleeve

fed up (but not really) you huff and snatch your sleeve from his fingers and stand

“i'll be seeing you later, malfoy.” you give him a playful glare and poke his chest

he pouts at the use of his last name. “and i’ll be missing you, darling.”

“oh, i’m sure you will.” you flick your nose upward as if you were looking down on him and leave

he doesn’t need to see your face to know that your grinning like a fool

“they’re absolutely in love with each other, it’s ghastly,” zabini mutters to no one in particular and parkinson scoffs and rolls her eyes

—

“can you believe her?” you mumble to yourself as the blonde and his gang clamber around with full plates and goblets. “’oh draco! i would be more than willing to do your potions assignments!’ oh i bet, you’ve been trying to sink your fangs into him for months!"

you ignore the blonde’s presence next to you in the great hall while trying to finish yet another one of his assignments

him and his posse snicker amongst themselves and you have to stop the urge to hex them all

“oh,” you finally look up at the group, “would you lot stop acting like gits and leave poor potter and his friends alone? godric knows how long you’ve been harassing them,” you hiss and snag draco’s tie, giving pointed looks to the rest of the group

you roll your eyes as they raise their hands in defense, giving pansy a nasty look when scoffs and rolls her eyes at you

“now, pay attention to what i’m writing so that you don’t fail your next potions assessment—no you dimwit don’t look at me, look at the parchment.”

as one of the oldest and respected families, it was no secret that yours was one that belonged to the sacred twenty-eight

both parents were extremely renowned respectively so as the years went by, you grew used to the hushed whispers and pointing fingers about your family background

but how you became somewhat friends with draco malfoy was beyond you

though when considering the both of your backgrounds it was not a surprise to many when you started to hang around him

he was the product of his environment—spoiled absolutely rotten, insufferable, and self-centered

having learned how to act and behave from his father, he acted as such to those beneath him, with steel eyes and nasty snares

although his behavior wasn’t excusable, you grew used to it, having to tag along with you parents as they would occasionally visit the malfoy manor over vacations and such

at first, you were convinced that he would not grow out of his ‘my father will hear about this’ phase

as if that would actually do you any harm, you’d smirk in retaliation to his outburst

his words held no real threat, not to you at least considering that your family was higher in the social class than his was

he was used to hearing about his achievements alone so when your name was brought up in conversations at home he would roll his eyes

but growing up made him realize that you and him weren’t so different from one another

maybe it was because you grew so used to him that he was now bearable to be around

even if he hated to admit it, he enjoyed your company over that of crabbe or goyle’s or anyone else’s for that matter

but despite your parent’s instilling their beliefs, you weren't so keen on their blood purity beliefs and was often the nice one out of the two of you

everyone knew that wherever malfoy was terrorizing a poor innocent muggle-born (or potter for that matter), you were close by ready to give him an earful

while you mostly kept to yourself and only offered commentary when it was needed, it was obvious that draco was quite the opposite of you

even if you were in another classroom you could still hear his scoffs and quite muttering about how stupid and pathetic one was

it was only you who could truly make the prince of slytherin shut his trap and apologize

a saint was a term that was quite often, more than not, used by ron weasley whenever you came to tug on draco’s ear to drag him away from the trio

a word that you weren’t comfortable nor uncomfortable with

you never understood why draco had it out for the trio while you barely acknowledged them, maybe aside from the very few times you had been paired with granger for a potions assignment

she didn’t know what to think of you at first

having heard about your cold persona and background she was sure you were going to say something about her blood status just as malfoy did

but you had only nodded to her in acknowledgment, getting straight to preparing the ingredients

it was not as if you didn’t like her, no you quite liked her

when compared to parkinson (who would constantly talk about what boy she was going to snog next) she was smart and witty

her company was quite enjoyable to say the least and some days you would wish for it over hearing crabbe and goyle's nonsense

"why is it that draco is always fawning over l/n," parkinson says, sounding almost bitter and blows at her fringe when draco gives you his quill to use

he whispers to you, presumably something dimwitted given the way you giggle and shove his arm whispering, "oh hush up and pay attention."

both zabini and nott watch as draco's eyes soften upon watching you smile and give each other a knowing look

"well, it's only natural to get close to one you've known for so long and considering their history i'd say it's normal," says zabini as if it were the most obvious thing (and it really is if he was going to be honest)

"don't tell me you think malfoy is actually interested in l/n." she's almost horrified at her own words as she regards the two with a sneer

"well," nott chimes in, "they've known each other since they were kids so it wouldn't be too surprising if one of them had feelings, if not both."

"don't be ridiculous, as far as i know malfoy has never taken a liking to anyone," she scoffs and waves her hand as if it's the most crazy thing to happen

the pair just shrugs and zabini takes a sip of his pumpkin juice, nott rising to leave before he says, "don't take it from us, we could be wrong."

—

both of you were more than friends and certainly something like lovers but yet neither of you acknowledged the fact

you were satisfied with your relationship with draco, but sometimes you wanted a little more

it was something that would occasionally plague your mind at nights, causing you to lay awake whilst the other girls slept

and it was no different from tonight

his name was what everyone wanted, and it was no secret that marrying into the family would be beneficial for the former

in truth, you could care less if he was a malfoy but your mother on the other hand would be ecstatic if the two of you became a couple

it was a known fact that pureblood families married out of convenience and after all, that was how pureblood families stayed pureblood

draco huffed from the entrance of the common room, interrupting your train of thoughts and trudged towards your frame on the crouch

without looking away from the flames of the fire you wordlessly raised the blanket and he plopped himself straight onto you and curling his body around yours

it had been a common occurrence lately, with him finishing prefect duties late at night he came in more haggard and tired each passing day

"you know i could deduct points for staying out past hours," he mumbles tiredly while you stroke his hair

"but you won't," voice just above a whisper and he smiles against your chest

you continue your ministrations as his breathing evens out and his body melts into yours, thoughts going back to the state of your relationship

"what are we," you suddenly blurt out, a slight tremor in your voice

you can feel his heartbeat against you as he turns stiff and he clears his throat

"whatever you want us to be." he tries to play it off as cool but fails miserably

"wait." you blink once and then twice, hands stopping on his back. "do you like me?"

he scoffs, almost offended that you even questioned him in the first place

"of course i do," he clears his throat again and you're sure you can see his ears turn red. "i thought i made it clear for five years now."

you gape, "five years?"

he nods and tightens his arms around you. "i thought i was obvious, so i didn't say anything."

you look at him incredulously and he answers your silence

"and i don't act like that with anyone else, do i?" he questions

"well no," you splutter and he shrugs

"then it's settled, you're mine and i'm yours."

you still and grow silent before smiling

"okay, it's settled," you whisper back and kiss the crown of his head and he squeezes your middle in a silent response

in each other's arms you fall asleep, the only noises being the crackling of the flames and your steady breaths

—

it wasn't unusual for you and draco to arrive to the great hall together

no, far from it as no one batted an eye when you came in with a certain platinum blonde's arm linked with yours

to anyone else, it was as though nothing had ever happened between the two but zabini and nott knew better as they shared a knowing glance

"good morning everyone," you greeted them at the table, a small adorning smle your face smile

you seated youself next to draco and he immediately linked your fingers together under the table, the upturned corners of his lips giving him away to the two slytherin boys

"what's with l/n?" parkinson whispered to blaise, looking at you as if you had grown two heads

he shrugs, completely aloof while nott gave draco a raised brow

"am i missing something?" she asks the lot of you, fork midair in a questioning hold

and although no more words were spoken on the matter, it was no secret that something more was going between the two of you

but you didn't need to explain yourself, as it was between you and draco

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𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ― andrew garfield

NOTE: this was totally inspired after watching his wired autocomplete interview. questions for the autocomplete interview are in italics. if you're interested in his interview, check out this link.

ALSO: haven't seen nwh yet, so please no spoilers!! i'm begging!!

PAIR: andrew garfield x reader

SUMMARY: y/n and andrew do a wired autocomplete interview together (+ an extra interview at the end).

WARNINGS: two curse words (hoing? a curse word?)

WORD COUNT: 3381 words

(gif not mine)

"Hi, everyone, I'm Y/N Garfield." You waved.

"And I'm Andrew Garfield."

"And today, we're doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview." You let out a breath, "That was a mouthful."

"Good job." Andrew gave you a hi-five.

"Thank you." You laced your hands in front of you, "Have you ever Googled yourself?"

"Of course I have. Have you?"

"Who hasn't?" You joked.

"Sometimes it hurts."

"Sometimes? All the time." You corrected.

Andrew was handed the first board, "Is Y/N Garfield..." You pulled back the first piece of paper.

Is Y/N Garfield married?

You winced, "Are all these questions gonna be about my love life." You sighed, "Yes, I'm married." You nodded.

Is Y/N Garfield alive?

"What?" Andrew laughed.

"Um... I think so." You nodded, "I mean, in my last movie, I did die, but I'm very much alive. I'm glad people are asking Google that question." You laughed.

Is Y/N Garfield in a new show?

"Yay! I am." You clapped your hands. Andrew watched a proud smile on his face, "So, it's not new, but I am joining the cast, and I'm very excited. My kids are really excited too. Everyone stay tuned for The Mandalorian, season 3, I'll be there."

"We're all very excited. The entire Garfield Family is very excited." Andrew leaned up and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Is Andrew Garfield a nice guy?

You laughed, "I don't know, am I a nice guy?" He looked over at you.

"A great guy." You nodded.

"You decide, man. You decide. I don't know. You tell me. Am I a nice guy? Sometimes. Like, if I'm walking down the street, I'm having a nice day, and you say, "Yo," and I'm like, "Yo." That's nice. But then, sometimes, I'll be like, "I don't want to say yo. I'm tired." Or, like, something just happened that made me sad. I just want to be a person, man. So, yeah. Yes and no." He ranted.

"Perfect." You gave him a thumbs up.

Is Andrew Garfield in "Uptown Funk"?

"I wish."

Is Andrew Garfield playing Spider-Man again?

He looked like he was going to say "yes", but stopped himself, "Oh, you almost got me. No. No, I'm not. I'm not. I'm not. Crying out loud." He hesitated for a long moment, "But I'm really excited to see what they're gonna do with the next movie. Because I just love 'em. And both Sydney and Sebastian are excited to see it."

Is Andrew Garfield alive?

"What do you think? What do you see? What do you feel?" He grabbed the board from you and flipped it.

What's Y/N Garfield doing now?

"Well, right now, I'm here with Wired doing this interview, and I think after this Andrew and I are gonna go get some sandwiches then go home to see the kids."

"Sounds about right." He nodded.

"So, that's what I'm doing. Super glad you all are asking Google these questions."

What has Y/N Garfield been in?

"Oh, geez, I can't think of this off the top of my head." You furrowed your brows as you thought, "Um, a lot of things is what I know. Early on in teenage Y/N's career, she was in an episode of Law and Order and ER. All the basics."

"What movies?" Andrew asked.

"Well, we were in Spider-Man together." You nodded, "A few Hallmark movies that we don't need to talk about. A little movie called Letters to Juliet. Ugh, I feel so bad. I can't answer a question this big on the spot."

He laughed, "If you want to know more, check out her IMDb page."

What happened to Y/N Garfield?

"Geez, that's deep and really philosophical. I can go into heavy detail, but I won't. The short answer is I met a man, and we fell in love and gone were my "hoing" days."

"Hoing days." Andrew burst out laughing, along with the crew.

"What? It's true." You laughed with them.

"Whatever." He shook his head.

What is Y/N Garfield net worth?

"Gonna disregard the improper grammar. The answer is I honestly don't know. Maybe I should Google it." You shrugged.

What color are Y/N Garfield eyes?

"Again, bad grammar." You shook your head, "Do you know what color my eyes are?" You asked, covering your eyes, facing Andrew.

"Of course I do. What kind of husband would I be?" He rolled his eyes, "Their Y/E/C."

"That's a question you should know. If you didn't, I think we would've had some problems."

What is Andrew Garfield's accent?

"This one." He laughed, "It's an English one. I was born in Los Angeles, but I was raised in England. South of England, specifically. Banstead, Surrey. SM7 1DY is my postcode. Or was."

What was Andrew Garfield's first movie?

"Lions for Lambs." A ridiculous first movie to do, because Robert Redford was directing and starring. Next on the call sheet was Meryl Streep. And then after Meryl Streep was Thomas Cruise. And then, after that, it was this little child called Andrew Garfield that had never made a film before. And that's ridiculous." He shook his head.

What was Andrew Garfield nominated for an Oscar?

"That is bad grammar." You noted.

"But it's fine, 'cause it's a search engine. It doesn't have any feelings. Although, maybe the people that created the search engine should have a think about that." He ranted.

You smiled, "I was nominated for an Oscar for a film called "Hacksaw Ridge." I played a character called Desmond Doss. He was a conscientious objector in World War II, in Okinawa. And it's a true story. And he rescued the lives of 75 people off of this death-defying battlefield ridge and lowered them down on a rope."

"It's superhuman. I remember, on day one of the battle scenes of that, I thought, "I'm gonna do all this for real. I'm gonna drag these guys to the end, I'm gonna let 'em down." After the first guy, I literally had to lay down for two hours. It is ridiculous how this guy did it. It was absolutely insane. And he was built, he was as, you know, he was skinnier than me."

What "Harry Potter" movie is Andrew Garfield in?

You both laughed, "I don't know. Pretty sure none. I'm flattered to be considered a Marauder. A fan cast, if you will, of a young Remus Lupin in the Marauders. That's a sweet thought and I appreciate your consideration." He nodded.

What does Andrew Garfield think of Tom Holland?

"I find these questions funny because it's not like there's any animosity between any of them." You laughed.

"Yeah, she's right. I really like him. I think he's a wonderful person. I met him once at the BAFTAs, one year. We had a lovely talk. He was very sweet. He's a Kingston boy. We're neighbors, pretty much. He's from Surrey. And then, you know, as an actor, I just think he's absolutely wonderful. I'm just super grateful that he's the one filling out the suit. I love those films. I think they've just done an incredible job with it."

Does Y/N Garfield have children?

"Yes, I do. Well, we have two." You gestured to you and Andrew, "A son and a daughter. Sebastian is the oldest and Sydney is the youngest."

"And a few dogs," Andrew added.

"Of course, can't forget the dogs."

Does Y/N Garfield sing?

"Yes, I can. Whether or not it's good is up for debate."

"Yes, she can sing. And she's very good at it." Andrew cut in.

"I wouldn't expect an album anytime soon."

Does Y/N Garfield have tattoos?

"Very odd question. No, I don't. I wouldn't be opposed to getting any in the future."

Does Andrew Garfield sing in "tick, tick... BOOM!"?

"So Andrew Garfield does sing in "tick, tick... BOOM!" Yes. Thank you. I worked very, very closely with an amazing vocal coach, Liz Caplan, and all of Lin Manuel Miranda's amazing musical direction team. They enabled me to open my voice up to the point where I could honor Jon's songs and feel confident enough to belt them out, as he always did when he was doing his one-man show and otherwise. So it was a privilege to be able to learn a skill that I've always wanted to attain and do it in service to Jon Larson."

"He actually does have albums out, so go check them out." You joked.

Does Andrew Garfield have social media?

"Not officially, no. I have a couple of creeper accounts." He laughed, "Just to follow news, you know. But, no. I'm far too sensitive to do it myself."

Does Andrew Garfield know how to skate?

Skateboard, yeah. I used to skateboard when I was a kid. That was my first real love, actually, when I was 13, 14, 15. Listening to Rage Against the Machine, the Beastie Boys, with trousers far too big for me, with my butt hanging out."

"And my big claim to skateboarding fame, for anyone who knows about that famous skate spot in the South Bank of London, there's a set of seven steps. And I once kickflipped that set of seven, when I was 15 years old. And then I broke my wrist, dropping, for the first time, on a vert ramp."

Does Andrew Garfield like lasagna?

"I get the reference. And I don't appreciate it." You laughed along with the crew, "No, I love Garfield. And I used to love reading Garfield comics. And I do love lasagna. But it's not related to the cat. But, you know, having that as a reference is good because sometimes, when people ask what my name is for a reservation for a restaurant or something, and I have an accent that's British, and when I'm in America, a lot of the time, people are like, "Huh?" And I'm like, "Oh, Garfield. Like the cat." And they go, "Oh, like the cat. Cute." And I'm like, "Yeah. It is cute."

"Super fun." You flashed the camera a thumbs up.

Where does Y/N Garfield live?

"Um... I sure hope the answer to this question isn't out there on the internet." You laughed nervously.

"Next question." Andrew jumped in quickly, laughing along with you.

Where did Y/N Garfield go to college?

"I went to Boston University. Was super fun. those were my "hoing days." You winked.

Why Andrew Garfield?

"Don't ask me that because I will talk for hours. And I will fall into an existential funk. And I will find my way through it. And I will realize the meaning of life, but I won't be able to express it. And it will be a whole waste of time for you, but not for me. So I don't want to subject you to that."

"I've been subject to many of those long talks."

"She has." He noded.

Where is Andrew Garfield?

"I'm searching. I'm always searching. I'm always trying to figure that out." He spoke.

What is Andrew Garfield?

"What is he?" He laughed, before ripping off the second part of the question.

What is Andrew Garfield phone number?

Everyone in the room burst out laughing, "Wait, I want to follow that bad grammar. If I put an apostrophe s there. What is Andrew Garfield's phone number?" He corrected, then looked back over to the camera with a raised brow, "Come on."

"Are these things really on the internet?" You chuckled.

Y/N Garfield high school

"I went to a high school in the small town I lived in. I don't know if I want to say it on here." You shook your head, "But yeah, 9th-12th grade. Graduated. I was prom queen, somehow was class president, and I graduated in the top 5 of my grade."

"Whoo-hoo!" Andrew cheered.

Y/N Garfield wedding dress

"What about it? I mean that very nicely, I just don't understand this question or statement." You shrugged.

Y/N Garfield husband

"His name is Andrew, he's pretty cool."

"I like to think I'm very cool."

"All right, yes. You're very cool." You corrected.

Y/N Garfield Instagram

"Yeah, I have Instagram. Feel free to follow, yngarfield on Instagram. Plus, there's Andrew content on there." You added.

Andrew Garfield organ movie.

"It sounds like the title of, like, my sex tape or something." Andrew laughed, causing everyone else to laugh, "It's like a bad translation of, like, what my sex tape would be called. It's been translated from, like, another language and it's, like, been printed on a t-shirt."

Once he stopped laughing, he finally got out what he wanted to say, "Andrew Garfield organ movie. I think you're referencing "Never Let Me Go." Which is not a sex tape. And far from it. Switching streams here, it's just an amazing story and I would love for you guys to watch the film."

Andrew Garfield long neck.

"It's true. I am not gonna debate that. It's a reality. I notice it every day. I look in the mirror and I'm like, "Oh, there you are, you long neck bastard." You shook your head with a smile.

Andrew Garfield Justin Timberlake impression.

"I did that on SNL, and I don't know if he enjoyed it. I wish I could be Justin, when I was a kid. I wanted to be able to dance and sing like him. And he brought sexy back. That is no mean feat for one person to do."

"I love Justin. I loved working with him in "The Social Network." And, you know, I had to kind of keep my cool because, you know, I am such a fan. He was so supportive of me during all that filming. He was just such a supportive dude. Like, especially during that laptop smashing scene, he came up to me afterward and he just, I won't say what he said to me, but he was just so lovely."

"And it was like, "I'm gonna remember this moment..." I'm talking about it now. "I'm gonna remember this moment forever because you're someone who I so admire as an artist. And, like, the fact that I grew up listening to your music and now you're telling me I did a good job on something. It's like, damn. That's really special." Those are the special moments that I hope I never take for granted."

Andrew Garfield Ryan Reynolds.

"Oh, I think this is a reference to the kiss. The Golden Globes kiss." You both laughed, "It was a really fun moment. I said to him, "If you win, kiss me instead of Blake, your wife." Because Blake was on the other side. He was like, "Amazing. Let's do it." And then, he was like, "What if, even if I don't win?" I'm like, "Yeah. Let's just kiss."

"So, yeah, that was fun. It was nice to do it. I liked it. Yes, he did get lost in my eyes. I felt it. And then I realized that what we had done was a mistake. Because for me, it was just a prank. Like a fun thing. But obviously, you know, this has happened to me before, where people catch feelings and I don't."

"Maybe just stick to kissing your wives." You joked.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." He nodded with a laugh.

How old was Y/N Garfield in The Amazing Spider-Man?

"Um... how old am I?" You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples. Andrew laughed, "I was, eh, like 24-25."

"Was it really that long ago?"

"It was." You nodded.

How tall is Y/N Garfield?

"Y/H."

How long have Y/N and Andrew Garfield been together?

"Well, we started dating during the second Spider-Man and got married like 5-6 years ago, so all in all, like 7 years."

How tall is Andrew Garfield's feet?

He looked down at his foot, "It's a size 10."

How to get Andrew Garfield hair?

He blew out a breath of air, "Propecia. No, I'm just kidding."

"Don't say that." You hit his arm with the board with a chuckle. He shrugged with an innocent look on his face.

How did Andrew Garfield became famous?

"I don't believe I am famous." He answered.

How old was Andrew Garfield in "Doctor Who"?

"Young. A little whipper snapper. 22, 23."

How long was Andrew Garfield president?

You laughed, "It's John Garfield. John Garfield? No, who was the president?"

"James Garfield." You corrected.

"James Garfield. John Garfield was a great actor. James Garfield. I'm not, I was never president." He laughed.

Does Y/N Garfield have kids in real life?

"What's up with all the relationship and life questions." You laughed, "Yes, I have kids. Next question."

Is Y/N Garfield pregnant?

"No. That seems offensive." You narrowed your eyes, "Why are your questions so much more interesting than mine?"

"I don't know." He shrugged.

What did Andrew Garfield win a Tony for?

"Angels in America." I played the character Prior Walter in the masterpiece that is "Angels in America," by Tony Kushner." He explained.

Does Andrew Garfield do his own stunts?

"When they allow me. And now that I'm a bit older, and my knees are a bit creaky, it's a tricky thing. But, yeah. I love it. Especially with the Spider-Man stuff, I loved it. It was probably my favorite part of that. 'Cause I used to be a gymnast when I was a kid. And it was, like, part of what made me love the character so much. And, yeah, it's so fun. So fun." He nodded.

How many Andrew Garfield movies are there?

"I have no idea." He shrugged, "Not many. I haven't made many movies comparatively to other people, because I'm a picky son of a gun. I'm either called to a film or I'm not. And "tick, tick... BOOM!" is one of those rare ones where I feel very, very called to it."

Andrew Garfield Lin Manuel Miranda.

"tick, tick... BOOM!" is in theaters now. Netflix soon, too. Have a good time with it. I think you will."

"Everyone go watch it."

"We're gonna go now, eat some sandwiches, and watch Frozen for the 300th time. Hope you enjoyed this video." You smiled.

Thanks so much, WIRED." Andrew spoke, "No. Thanks so much, WIRED. Thank you. Thank you."

"My next guest is something of a legend in the Marvel world, playing. Casey McLeod on The Amazing Spider-Man, and here to talk about her new role in The Mandalorian, the series, please welcome Y/N Garfield." Jimmy Fallon annoucned.

The curtain opened, and you stepped out to applause, "Hi." You smiled, walking the short distance from behind the stage to the small table in the middle of the studio.

"Hi, how are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good. And you?"

"Doing all right." He nodded, "Doing even better now that you're here." You laughed, "So, The Mandalorian."

"Yep." You nodded.

"What's it been like?"

"It's a little surreal. I watched Star Wars movies growing up, I watch them with my kids now. It's just all so surreal."

"Your kids, can we talk about them for a second?"

"Of course." You nodded, beaming proudly.

"So, you have two?"

"Yes, two. A boy, Sebastian, and a girl, Sydney."

"Do they know mommy and daddy are big actors?"

"I mean, we've shown them Spider-Man before, but they were both a little confused as to why daddy's kissing someone who wasn't mommy." You laughed along with the audience, "But, yeah I think they're starting to understand what we do and why we leave so often."

"So, they've both seen Spider-Man, what did they think of it?"

"They loved it. Again, confused, but they loved it."

"And that's where you and Andrew met, correct?"

"Yeah, we met on the set." You nodded.

"Speaking of Spider-Man..."

"Oh no." You sighed.

He laughed, "You already know."

"Of course I do." You nodded.

"Are you in No Way Home?"

You stared at him and opened your mouth, "No, I'm not." You shook your head.

He burst out laughing, "Are you sure?"

"What do you mean "Am I sure?" Of course, I'm sure." You laughed.

"Is Andrew in No Way Home?"

"No." You shook your head, "He's not. Neither of us are."

He laughed, shaking his head then looking over to the camera, "When we come back, Y/N and I are gonna play a game of Box of Lies."

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p. parker (a. garfield)

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MAJOR NWH SPOILERS

pairing: peter parker (andrew garfield) x fem!reader

word count: idk a LOT

warnings: blood, injury, loss and death. like ONE cuss word. oh and NO WAY HOME SPOLIERS!!!!!!

summary: you, peter, mj and ned are all best friends. when his identity got revealed as spider-man everything went downhill. You all got rejected from your dream college and everyone hates you. when doctor strangers spell breaks open the multiverse, you meet someone who will change everything.

to make this story make way more sense, each of the peter’s will be referred to like this.

Tom Hollands Peter: Peter(T)

Toney Maguire’s Peter: Peter(M)

Andrew Garfield’s Peter: Peter(A)

they will only be referred to this way when two or more of them are present. if only one is present they be i’ll simply be referred to as ‘peter’

ALSO!!!! The depiction of Gwen Stacey in this story is ENTIRELY UNTRUE. I love Gwen but for the purpose of this story she will be made out to be a little less than desireable, and so will hers and Andrews Peter relationship. I larb gwen with every fiber of my being. #staceysupremacy

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The thickness of the air around you was sickening. Looking over at Peter crouched beside May. You wanted to approach them, to lean down beside May and cradle her in your arms. This loss was affecting you just as deeply, but she was Peter’s aunt. You had too much love and respect for him to ruin this moment with your own selfishness.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Peter was your friend. He sent you, Ned, and Mj away with the box.

“I need to know you guys will be safe.” He had said. “Promise me you will stay out of this.”

Ned had agreed, It took some convincing to get Mj to take the box, but you.. You never agreed. You had stared at Peter with teary eyes. He was your best friend. Your parents had known each other, and when his died, you grew closer. Then you added Ned to your group. You’d even been the one to introduce him to Mj.

You’d been through so much together. He was there when you lost your sister, and you were there when he lost his parents. Now he was loosing May.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You kept replaying that thought in your head. But when Peter had left you and his other friends, it didn’t take you long to sneak away to Happy’s apartment, where he was taking all these villains. You couldn’t help it. You had a gut feeling he would need you. And here you are. You hated how right you turned out to be.

“May.. May..” His voice was shattering into a million pieces. You peered around his shoulder at the woman. Your chest tightened so much, you were sure your skin was going to rip open and your heart would fall onto the dirty, destroyed floor.

Her eyes were lifeless, staring. They were still glossy from the tears that had threatened to fall moments before her body betrayed her, and her soul left you all behind. Peter was shaking.

A commotion a few feet away had you meeting the gaze of Happy Hogan in one of his cars. He stated in disbelief at you, then Peter, then the back of May Parker’s head. The authorities surround him, yanking his defeated body out of his car and slamming him against the hood.

Peter didn’t have long. You knew he would cling to Mays body until the police had pried them apart. He would loose everything, just to hold onto her for a few minutes longer.

With a pounding in your head, blood trickling down your face and out of your nose, and a sharp pain in your abdomen, you staggered over to Peter and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“S-She’s gone, y/n. She’s gone..” He choked. You pulled him up from the ground as he wrapped his body around you, sobs shaking his shoulders.

“Peter.. You have to go.”

“I- I can’t leave her. Not like this.”

You rubbed his back as he continued to shake in your grip.

“You need to call Mj and Ned. They have the box, and if they don’t hear from you-.”

“Let them. I don’t care. These villains should go back. They aren’t my problem anymore.”

“Peter-.”

“It was May who showed me that this was the right thing. And now she’s gone because of them. I won’t help them- I can’t.”

“Peter Parker.” You pulled back to look him in the eyes. “May showed you this was the right thing because that’s who she was, and she knows who you are. You are a good person. She would not want you to give up your morals just because she’s gone, because if you do, then that means she failed.”

He stared at you, tears falling freely.

“Don’t make May Parker a failure.”

“Hands Up!” The officers were calling from a few feet away.

It seemed Peter had finally taken in your appearance. The blood gushing from your forehead and nose.

“Oh my god are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m okay Pete, I just need a minute.”

“No way. I’m swinging you to a hospital. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Peter. I’m fine. I’m not May. I was out of the way of everything.”

“I’ve got you now spider-man!” Another officer yelled. Peter immediately grabbed you by the waist and shot a web. He planted his feet, ready to get both out of there when he hesitated. He cast one more glance to Mays body, whispering something you couldn’t hear, and then you were in the air. He was slinging you from building to building.

“Where are we going?” He didn’t say anything. You saw the bright lights of t he nearest hospital.

You landed softly. You started to say something as he stepped away.

“I’m sorry, please just do this for me. I cant loose you too. I’m sorry.”

“Fine.” You said, waiting for him to swing off.

“I want to watch you walk in because if i don’t i know you will just leave after I’m gone.”

You smiled, stepped forward and hugged him. “I am so sorry Peter. You’ve got a support system. Me, Mj, Happy, Ned, we’re here for you. Use us.”

“I will.” He sobbed softly. You stepped away and into to the hospital doors. As soon as you heard his web shooter go off, you were pulling out your phone and jogging lightly to seemingly nowhere.

“C’mon.. Pick up..”

“Y/n!?” Mj s worried voice yelled through the receiver. You pulled it away from you ear.

“Mj.” You stated.

“Do we need to push the button?”

“No! Definitely don’t. Just tell me where you are.”

“Ned’s Lola’s.” She paused. “Is it t-true?”

You stopped jogging. You shoved a sob back into your body.

“Y-yes.”

There was silence.

“I’m on my way.” You started jogging again, faster this time. You took the next left.

“Y/n.. there’s something going on. Get here as fast as you can.”

You said nothing but hung up the phone, pumping you legs faster and absentmindedly clutching your stomach.

When you arrived at the door of the apartment you wasted no time in attacking the door knob, sighing in frustration when it turned out to be locked.

“Ned! Mj! Open up!”

Mj appeared at the door with Ned behind her. You tried to step inside but nothing. They wouldn’t move.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s some people you need to meet. But first, we need you.” She said, tears brimming her eyes. She stepped out in to the hallway and wrapped herself around you, Ned joining a second later. Tears fell between the three of you. With wet eye they pulled away the looked at your face.

“Are you okay?” Ned asked.

“Yeah, Peter dropped me at the hospital. I’m fine.”

“Where did Peter go?” Mj asked, rather loudly.

“Still here!” Two voices inside rang out. You peered around Ned. You could see two more figures.

“So this is what we needed to talk to you about.” Mj stated.

You entered the room, seeing two men. One stood akwardly, until he approached you with his hand out.

“I’m Peter Parker. Not your Peter Parker. But Peter, nonetheless.” He smiled a warm smile. You turned your gaze to the other boy, in a spider-man suit.

You locked eyes with him. He was so different yet so familiar. The pounding in your head returned. You stared at him, and he stared back. Your legs went weak, but that may have been from blood loss.

He stepped towards you, stammering his words.

“I- uh, I-I’m Peter Parker as well.” He pulled of his glove and offered his hand. You shake it, only now realizing yours were covered in blood.

Peter(M) hadn’t said anything about you shaking his hand, but you had no doubt left his hand covered in scarlet. You hadn’t noticed when he stepped over to your friends and was pointing at your stomach.

You removed your other hand from your abdomen, which you hadn’t realized you were pressing so firmly against. As soon as you did a throbbing pain had you drop to your knees, blood gushing everywhere.

The frantic voices of your friends and the two men began to fade. Black spots clouded your vision.

Peter(A) had crouched down and pulled you onto his lap, inspecting all of your wounds.

The last thing you saw was Peter(A) leaned over you and his distant voice saying “Don’t worry I’m going to help you.”

Peter(A) POV

This girl. When I first saw her I felt something. Something I had only felt once before in my life. When I met Gwen Stacey. But this time, It was much stronger. I felt magnetized to this girl, who’s name I didn’t even know. I was so mesmerized by the way she made me feel i didn’t even notice all the cuts on her face, or the way she clutched her abdomen, or the blood that stained her hands.

I don’t think anyone noticed. What was happening to all of us- we were so distracted.

She fell to the ground, and her friends came rushing to me. Mj, the girl, tried to pull her from my lap to hers but my grip tightened. I felt a sudden urge to protect this girl. I don’t know what happened between us when I saw her, but if she died I would never be able to find out.

“Let me see her.” Mj had said. I didn’t budge. With tears in her eyes the girl demanded again.

“Let. Me. See. Her.” She seethed. It scared me, to be honest. I loosened by grip on the girl in my arms so her body could roll to face her friends. I could hear her heartbeat slowing. So could Peter(M) because we made eye contact when we heard the irregular beat.

“Do you know any doctors?” Peter(M) asked, washing his hand off in the sink.

“My Lola was a nurse for almost 30 years.” Ned stated, grabbing the hand of the girl Mj wasn’t already holding.

“We’ll go get her!” I yelled.

Ned started screaming for her has he hurried up the stairs. She came down and stopped cold at the sight of the girl.

I couldn’t understand what she was saying but she was barking orders at Ned.

“My Lola says to lay her flat, but keep her head elevated. Someone get some towels from the kitchen and a bowl of warm water. I’m going to get her kit.”

The older woman shuffled to me and Mj on the floor. Mj pulled the girls feet out, leaving her head in my lap. Mj stood and went to get water while Peter(M) searched for towels.

“She was stabbed in the abdomen awhile ago. She has lost much blood. I am surprised my dear has made it this long before collapsing.” The old woman said in broken english. She lifted the girls shirt just above her belly button.

“I need to unbutton her pants. Get me Mj, she can take your place.”

“No- No I can stay. I’ll look the other way.” I did as I had promised. Mj, Ned. and PeterM returned with the supplies.

PeterM handed me a damp rag and I began to wipe the blood from her face.

I studied her features. She seemed so foreign yet so familiar. I could hear her heartbeat begin to steady as the woman began to work. Mj was slung across the girls body, shielding her lower half from me, PeterM, and Ned. Ned sat, tears streaming down his face. PeterM crouched next to me, watching my face.

“I saw it, you know.”

“Saw what?” I asked, not taking my eyes away from the girls face.

“The spark between you two. I felt it once, with Mj.”

I looked up to him in confusion.

“Mary-Jane, my Mj. We were in elementary school but I still felt it. She’s been meant for me my whole life.”

My heart beat quickened. I’d already met the person I thought was meant for me. Gwen. But Gwen was different. She didn’t have this pull over me that i feel right now. Gwen was nice, but she fell in love with Spiderman, not Peter Parker. This girl- I don’t know. I immediately felt safe, content when she walked in.

“Do you have a Mj? It seems the rest of us do.” He asked.

“No I had something with someone. But she wasn’t Mj. She was Gwen.”

“Stacey?”

“How did you know that?”

“I had a Gwen Stacey. I thought we might have been something, but then with Mj, with Mj i felt safe. Content. I knew she was it for me. Gwen was nice, but she just wanted Spider-man you know?”

His words hit me deep in the chest. I stared back down at the girl.

“M-Mj?” I asked.

She looked at me with tears still falling down her face. When she moved I noticed the wound on the girls stomach. It was sickening. I shook it off and met Mj in the eyes.

“Did your Peter- was there- ugh I don’t know how to ask this.”

“Spit it out.” She deadpanned.

“Did Peter have another girl- before you?”

She was shocked by the question. And rightfully so.

“W-what?”

“It’s just, something I’m wondering. With the multiverse thing. I just need some answers to a few questions.”

“Well, I suppose he did.”

“But it wasn’t really a relationship. More of dumb teenage thing.” Ned butted in.

“What was her name?”

“Liz Allen.” Mj spat the name.

“Mj. Doesn’t like to talk about it but she doesn’t realize how much better she is. Liz was older and she scared Peter. Plus she seemed more interested in Spider-man. But truthfully, Mj makes Peter feel safe and content.”

My bear skipped a few beats. It happens to both the other Peter’s. There was a girl before THE girl.

Maybe this was the girl for me.

“How is she?”

“My Lola says she will be fine. she stitched up the small cut and that y/n just needs to eat something and drink an apple juice when she wakes up.”

My chest felt a million times lighter. Not to long after the girl began to stir.

Your POV

Your head was pounding and pain was radiating from your abdomen. The adrenaline had worn off.

Then you remembered that you had been stabbed by the Goblin when you wouldn’t tell him where May went with the antibody.

Adrenaline is a bitch sometimes I guess.

Your eyes fluttered open and you had to do a double take. The man’s face above you seemed familiar. He was in a spider-man suit, but didn’t look anything like Peter(T). You struggled to sit up a pair of warms hands guided you.

Mj and Ned sat infront of you. One holding a juice box, the other holding crackers.

You tried to laugh, but it hurt to much so it just came out as a whimper. Immediately the hands from behind your back were gone and another face was infront of you. Then you remembered.

You had locked eyes with him and felt and undeniable pull.

“Drink this.” Mj handed you the juice box. You shook your head as Ned spoke.

“My Lola said you lost too much blood so you need to replenish.”

“I would listen. Seems like a smart woman.” Another face appeared. More rembereing.

They were all named Peter. Peter Parker. They were both a spider-man.

“the- multiverse..” you mumbled taking the juice box and sipping on it while fumbling with the crackers.

“What?” Mj asked.

“The Multiverse.. If you’re both Peter Parker and Spider-man.. Then the multiverse is a lot more complex than I thought.”

“Are you feeling alright?” PeterA placed a hand on your shoulder. You felt hear radiate from his touch.

“Uh- Yeah. We need to find Peter. This universes Peter.”

“Do you have any clue where he went?” Mj asked you.

You strained while trying to stand, and took the offering ends of Ned and PeterA

“No.. He dropped me at the hospital and didn’t say anything.”

“Wait..” PeterM spoke up. “If you were at the hospital… then why did you just pass out from an open wound?” Your face went red. Peter had made you got he hospital, but you had thought you were fine.

“I uh- I got there and I thought everything was fine. Adrenaline does crazy things i guess.” You chuckled but only the cold stares of your friends were offered in return.

“You could’ve died!” Ned yelled.

“I’m sorry! Just don’t tell Peter I didn’t stay, he will kill me.”

“I’m gonna kill you.” Mj smiled at you with a tear. “You’re my best friend. You’re not allowed to die on me like that unless I’m the one who kills you.”

You smiled into her hug.

“Is there anywhere Your peter would go? Like somewhere that has meaning?” PeterM asked.

“I think I know exactly where he’d go.” Mj said.

When you arrived, you saw PeterT sitting cross legged on the ground. You were leaned on PeterA. who had been more than generous to you. You wanted to be close to him, constantly. You moved away from him towards PeterT, sighing at the lack of contact. Mj and Ned close behind you.

Both Mj and Ned squatted down to hug him, but it took you a minute longer. He sobbed, shaking all four of your bodies.

You broke apart and he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Doc fixed me up.” You smiled nervously.

“Peter there’s some people you need to meet..” Mj said softly. He looked up at the figures of the other two Peter Parker’s.

“Hey wait.. woah woah.” He stepped infront of you, Mj, and Ned protectively.

“Sorry.. About May.” PeterM said.

“Yeah.. Sorry.” PeterA followed. If it hadn’t been so dark out, you would have swore he looked at you. “I’ve got some understanding of what you’re going through.” he continued.

“No, please don’t tell me that you know what i’m going through.” PeterT snapped.

“Okay..” PeterA stepped back.

“She’s gone. It’s all my fault. She died for nothing.”

“Peter..” you limped beside him.

“You don’t belong here.” PeterT said. You heart skipped a beat. They don’t belong here, so this attachment you’ve begun to feel to these people, to that specific Peter.. it will be short lived. “Those other guys are from your world right? So you deal with them. If they die, if you kill them, that’s on you. It’s not my problem. I don’t care anymore. I’m done.”

“Don’t make Aunt May a failure.” You repeated the sentence you said a mere hour ago.

“My uncle Ben was killed.” PeterM stated. “It was my fault.”

He seemed to grab the attention of PeterT.

“I lost-.” PeterA started. “I lost Gwen. My.. I thought she might have been my Mj.. but now i’m not so sure.” You felt heat radiate your body as he stared at you.

“What happened?” Ned asked.

“I couldn’t save her. It was my fault. I won’t ever forget that night but I carried on. I tried to. But at some point I got rageful. Stopped pulling my punches. But- but now.. I feel something else. I feel like I can be the friendly neighborhood spider-man again. I just need the right people by my side.”

“Maybe she didn’t die for nothing Peter..” PeterM said.

It took some convincing but PeterT seemed better. He had brought you all down to the lab of the school. You limped with PeterA supporting you. He had helped sit you down as they all got to work. You all separated.

Mj stayed by PeterT side. Ned was bothering PeterM about something. PeterA brought his things and sat next to you. You felt relief at his presence, even if he wasn’t saying anything. You decided to speak first.

“What’s that?” You asked him, pointing at a small twine wrapped around his wrist. A small piece of splintered wood was tied to it.

“It’s a piece of wood from the last skateboard my Uncle Ben bought me.” He said. You smiled, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me with all this you know.” You said.

“Oh yeah.. It’s no problem really.”

“This multiverse stuff it’s really..”

“Confusing?” He chuckled.

“Well yeah but I was gonna say it makes some sense. Almost everything about you three Peter’s is the same. You all lost your parents then your guardian.. I’m sorry by the way. You all three had girls by your side… I’m assuming Gwen was your girl?” You asked.

“Uh Yeah..”

“I’m really sorry about what happened. I- I can’t imagine what it must be like to loose the love of your life.”

“Except-“ He put down his trinkets and turned to face you. “I don’t think she was the love of my life.”

“What?” You cringed at you heart speeding up as he got closer. You knew he could hear it because your Peter could.. and he always teased you.

“I talked to that Peter..” He pointed at PeterM, “and your friends while you were unconscious. Both the other Peter’s had met someone before they met their girl. The girl who was meant for them.”

“You’re saying you think Gwen was your pre girl? Like Liz?”

“Yes. This universe was Liz, but in the other Peter’s universe there was a Gwen. Gwen Stacey. He thought she was the one until-.”

“His mj..” You stated.

“Y/n.. I don’t mean to scare you but..” He was cut off by PeterT gathering everyone.

They had all the serums and were ready to meet the villains at the new Statue of Liberty.

“You three, stay here. I mean it this time. No jumping through at the last minute. I’m looking at you y/n.”

“I’m not gonna be doing any jumping anytime soon.” You gestured at the wound in your side and blood stained shirt.

“Be safe.” Ned said to PeterT. He hugged you gently, then Ned, then placed a kiss on Mj’s lips.

PeterA was about to grab his mask as you grabbed his wrist.

“Hey.. you be careful okay. You need to survive to find your other girl.” You half joked.

He stared at you and smiled, and you thought you saw him lean down a bit. He didn’t say anything as he jumped through the portal followed by the other Peter’s.

You three waited for PeterT to give you the signal.. to throw the box back at you guys, and it came.

Almost twenty minutes later the box came hurling through at you. PeterT threw it at you because you’re the best catch apart from him, but your wound had you off your game. Ned stuck an arm and caught it instead.

“Nice catch.”

“Thanks.” He said handing the box to Mj.

“Got it. Close it.” She stated. The two of t he m rocked back and forth as you twisted your fingers.

“Okay.” Ned said as he tried to close it.

“Why isn’t it closing?” You asked.

“I don’t know I-.”

“Have you closed one before?” Mj asked, growing impatient.

“No- I mean I’ve opened some.”

“Ugh.” You sighed. After a few more minutes of Ned trying to close it, Mj spoke up.

“All right we’re gonna try it again. We’re just gonna keep trying.”

“Alright. We got this.” You said, shuffling closer.

“I got it.” Ned said.

“Close the portal.” Mj commanded.

“Oh no.. no no no no.” You started to freak out.

“Guys that’s a lizard..” Mj started.

“We should..“ you continued.

“Run!” Ned finished.

The three of you took off towards the other end of the lab as the lizard entered. Mj and Ned pulling your aching body beside them.

“Connors Stop!” one of the Peter’s entered, you couldn’t tell which one. Ned led you and Mj out of the portal and onto a ledge.

“Ned make a Portal and get us out of here!” Mj screamed.

“I can’t close it!”

“It’s better than staying here!” You yelled as the ground started to shake.

He opened a portal and to your luck Doctor Strange stepped out.

“Where is he?” He asked angrily.

“Wait! Before you do anything Mr. Dr. Strange, Peter’s plan is working. He’s curing them.” Ned stammered.

“Well Ill be dammed.” Doctor Strange said. “Did you just open a portal?”

“Yes sir I did.” Ned continued. Doctor Strange simply took the ring and pushed past him.

“Great! Now how do we get out of here?”

An explosion above your head occurred. Everything was shaking. Your balance faltered. You reached out for Mj and Ned but your fingertips just grazed theirs. You were falling. Your scream could be heard everywhere. Mj tripped after you. You were both falling.

PeterT jumped and shot webs for both of your hands. The webs wrapped around your wrist as he stuck himself to a bar.

“I’m gonna set you both down slowly. You’re first Mj.” He started to lower her to the ground. It took almost five minutes to get her to the ground. You were still both so high up. If he dropped one of you, it was over. After Mj was safely on the ground he gripped the web with both hands and began to lower you.

You held on tightly to t he web, watching PeterT. You eyes widened when you saw what was about to happen.

“Peter watch out!” You were to late. The goblin hit him with his glider, throwing peter hundred of feet. He let go of the web.

You were falling again. You accepted it. The ground was approaching at a rapid pace and all you thought about was the way PeterA had looked at you. The way he spoke, his voice, the warmth of his body.

As if on cue, PeterA’s body came flying, pushing debris out of the way. He got closer and wrapped you up in his body, shielding you from everything. Your combined weight caused you to flip over once or twice. He shot a web just in time to land gracefully on his feet, holding you.

You stared at him, noticing a cut on his cheekbone, and the tears in his eyes.

“A-are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” You breathed.

“I saved you.. I couldn’t save her.. I saved you..”

“Peter…”

“You’re my girl. I knew it from the minute I saw you. Your THE girl. Gwen was just-.”

You shut up his rambling by bringing his face down to yours and pressing your lips together. It was small, rushed kiss.

“You’re my Mj.” He said.

“I have a Peter Parker.” You said. You wanted to stay there forever. He never wanted to put you down. He wanted to hold you, his girl, the one he saved, the one who was made for him, but Mj calling your name from a few feet away had him dropping you to your feet.

You ran to her and held her in a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay- I’ll kill Peter. He should’ve put you down first.”

“No Mj, I wouldn’t live with myself if-“

“You guys! You’re okay! Oh my god I was so worried.” Ned came up and hugged you both.

The fighting continued until they cured the last villain. Peter approached you, Ned and Mj.

“Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah we’re okay.” Mj said.

“We should go home right?” Ned asked.

“You’re gonna forget who I am.”

“What?” Mj asked.

“Peter what are you talking about?” You said.

“It’s okay i’m gonna come find you and I’ll

explain everything. I’ll make you guys remember me.”

“But what if it doesn’t work. We don’t want to forget you forever…” You stammered.

“I don’t want to do that.” Mjs voice broke.

“I know guys.. but there’s nothing we can do. So we need to say goodbye until- until I come for you guys.”

Ned was first. They shook their hands and they hugged. Then he turned to you.

“Peter all our history..“

“I know.. I’m sorry.” He hugged you.

“You better come back because if you don’t I will come find you because there’s no way I could’ve grown up without you.”

“I promise.”

“I love you pete.”

“I love you too.” He pulled away a looked at you. He gestured to the other two Spidermen.

“Go talk to him.”

“What? How-.”

“I just know. Now go. You don’t have much time.”

You cast one last glance at him and staggered to PeterA.

PeterM walked away and gave you two some space.

He looked at you, tears brimming in both your eyes.

“I just found you.. I don’t want to loose you.” You sniffled as he pulled you to his chest.

“I know but this is the only way to ensure you are safe.”

You looked up at him. He placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead.

“No matter what.. I will find a way back to you. One day. I promise.” Peter held you tightly, but released when you winced. He forgot about your injury.

“Be safe. Be happy in your world. Be the friendly neighborhood spider-man. And be careful.” You smiled, tracing the cut on his cheek with your finger.

“Only for you.” He leaned down to kiss you on the lips this time, but he was swirling away into a cloud of gold.

Suddenly your head was spinning and you had no idea what was going on. You screamed for the only people you knew.

“Ned! Mj!”

They came running to you.

“Y/n what is going on?! Why are we here! And why are you covered in blood?” Mj yelled, a scratch above her eye.

“I have no idea. We need to get out of here.”

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It had been a few days since you, Ned, and Mj were lost at the statue of Liberty. You were walking slowly towards the shop Mj worked at. You had gotten hurt but you don’t quite remember how. Just arguing with someone and then hurting your stomach. You were meeting Ned and Mj for celebratory, stale donuts. You had all gotten into MIT and acquired a three bedroom apartment. You were ready to start the next chapter of your lives together. But you couldn’t help but feel something was missing.

“Hey!” She waved at you as you walked in “I’ll be right there just let me help this guy.” She said gesturing to the boy who had walked in right before you.

He looked at you and you felt like you knew him, but you shook it off. You could feel his stare follow you over to Ned.

“Hey y/n!” He smiled and Mj dropped off three donuts.

“Donuts for my fellow engineers.” She said. It took a minute for Ned to understand.

“Look at you with the school spirit!” Ned smiled.

“Tell anyone and Ill deny it.” She walked over to the kid waiting to be served.

You and Ned chitchatted, waiting to eat your donuts until Mj could join you. She finally walked over and stood in front of you two.

“That was the weirdest customer ever.” She said. “He introduced himself by his full name and took an entire minute before he said he just wanted a coffee.”

“Some people are weird. Now let’s eat these before they get even more stale.” You smiled.

“Wait.. We have to document this moment.” Ned pulled out his cellphone. You and Mj smiled as he took the shot.

“Send that to me.” You said, blindly groping around in your bag. Your fingers landed on something unfamiliar.

You pulled out a twine bracelet with a small piece of splintered wood tied to it.

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A/N: So I hope you liked :) Also, I’m fairly new to the Tumblr world so I don’t really know what im doing. Like at all. I think I have set it up to where you can make requests hopefully? I would love to write for all of you, I would love the inspiration. Also have no clue how to make a masterlist or reply to you guys when you reply to my posts. I’ve actually received a couple messages of people telling me they like this story and I want to reply so bad but idk how. ugh.

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missed calls

request: Hey! I love your tasm!peter Parker x reader “attention”! I was wondering if I could request something of the same bases just a bit more angsty with like a big fight where Peter says something he doesn’t mean? If you can’t that’s ok! Thank you

ship: tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings: swearing, fighting, mentions of cheating, mention of uncle ben’s death

word count: 3.3k

a/n: i had absolutely no idea how to end this so sorry if the ending seems iffy lovelies :) requests are open!!

PART TWO

“Peter, hurry up and pick up,” You murmured to yourself, eyes casting over the crowd of people scurrying around and laughing with their friends.

The bright lights from the carnival shined down on you as you stood there awkwardly, trying to get a hold of Peter on the phone. You guys had been planning this date for a while, and it wasn’t like him to just blow you off. He was always so excited to be with you, no matter where you guys were or what you were doing.

People laughed around you, and you were becoming very conscious that they were judging you for being alone. What if they thought you didn’t have any friends? What if they thought no one wanted to hang out with you?

Peter’s voicemail rung through your ears one more time, causing you to suck in a breath again, taking the phone away from your ear.

“Come on Peter,” You whispered to yourself as you started to search up to see if there had been any witnessed Spiderman fights. Peter wouldn’t just stand you up on purpose, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d just have to intervene if he saw some bad business going down.

Nothing.

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𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

summary: less than five minutes into this new multiverse, you’ve already decided: you hate peter 3.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader (with spidey powers)

I WENT CRAZY WITH THIS ONE IM SORRY ITS LONGER DJDNDJS BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA

warnings: enemies to lovers, small angst but not really, swearing, bickering type talk? you and peter being in love for 3K words and refusing to admit it ;)

also, i made scorpion the villain from your universe in this one because i thought it would be cool hahaha

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 up in an entirely new universe with two Peter Parker’s staring at you as you fell face-first through a glowy portal thing, you will never know.

You had previously been running down the stairs, one web shooter bust and mask held in your hands. Multiple cuts sported your face as you had hurriedly jogged down the stairs, away from Scorpion as his poisonous gas flooded the top floor of the building. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, head extended back to the horror as your feet moved themselves. So when a portal came in your way, your foot tripped over rubble and sent your body flying face-first into the new dimension.

Your body landed with a thud as the momentum of your run has send you skidding across the floor until your head came in contact with someone’s foot. Your features were pressed against the floor, your nose squished under the weight, and dust catching on your cheeks and suit.

The room fell into an awkward silence, all eyes on your limp body at the bottom of Peter’s feet. You heard a soft tapping which you assumed was on someone’s shoulder, sound picking up a supposedly teenage boy's voice asking, “Is she okay?” in a hushed tone.

One of your hands twitched into a thumbs-up as the rest of your body stayed stationary, flat on the floor. “I’m okay.” Your mumbled voice against the hardwood floor made every react with a nod of the head and small breaths of relief.

An older voice spoke up with a more relieved tone, “She’s okay.” It sounded like he was saying to himself more than anyone. Multiple nudges on your forehead released a groan from you as the person continued to lift the foot your head was lent against.

“You wanna get off me or?” Said an irritated voice as they stayed persistent on moving you from the floor. Your hands slammed on the floor, up to your shoulder level as you pushed your chest and head up from the cool wood.

“Alright, alright.” Your voice grew harsh and irritated as you blinked the humiliation and dust from your eyes, letting them focus on the room around you. It looked homely, a floral pattern placed delicately on the circle table and cushioned chairs surrounding it, some pushed further away than others. Your eyes wandered to the dresser filled with antiques put there for attention, an open conversation started for newcomers in the house.

A cough was sounded above you, “We don’t have all day, alright. Who are you?”. Hesitantly, you slid your feet up to be flat on the floor and pushed your body weight up to stand up. Slightly lent to the side as your injured foot hobbled higher from the floor.

“Calm down, Spidey.” You cleared your throat as you looked down at his Spiderman suit-clad in his body, lack of mask and messed up hair. “I’m Y/N and obviously,” You gestured down to your suit, different from the one in front of you. It was black and white with subtle hints of pink underneath the arms, a hood resting on the top of your back. “Spiderwoman.”

The man in front of you furrowed his brows and took in your appearance. He couldn’t lie and say you weren’t beautiful because anyone would know he was lying, but you really were taking your sweet time from stopping their plan on helping the multiverse. “You’re- you’re a Spiderwoman?” He wheezed slightly, tripping on his words as your eyes landed on him.

Shrugging your shoulders nonchalant, “Yeah, I’m Spiderwoman.” You licked your lips from drying and squinted your eyes at the question man. “Prove it.” He repeated an accusation he had been through only moments before you arrived, skeptical on your truth.

Rolling your eyes, your hands found home on your hips as you leaned on your good foot. “I’m not gunna prove anything.” You shut your eyes for longer and let your nose scrunch your in offense at his lack of trust.

He tucked his lips into a pout, “Means your not Spiderwoman.” And began to turn away until he felt his hand tug away from its resting position, hanging beside him to attach onto the kitchen counter with a handful of webs. His accusing demure broke as he stared at the webs in awe, mouth agape as his eyebrows lowered back to normal.

All eyes fell on you as everyone in the room noticed your right hand lifted with a web shooter attached to the wrist, the one on your left smashed, and webs falling from the wires poking out. A breath of shock tumbled from the tall man’s lips, eyes blinking repeatedly as they switched from his hand stuck to the counter and you holding your wrist out.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” A figure jumped up and down beside you, shaking you out of the stare-off. The teenage boy slowly came to a stop and swallowed at your furrowed brows and upturned face looking at him. He cleared his throat, “I’m Ned,” He stuck out a hand for you to shake, obliging and taking his hand into yours.

Ned took a step back and held his hand out to the girl, “This is MJ, over here is Peter and…” His eyes moved to the guy tugging his hand out of the webs, pulling his whole body weight back as his hand refused to budge from its tight lock of the kitchen counter. “And that is Peter.”

You looked over to him and pointed your hands at the two Peter’s. “Two Peter’s?” Ned waved his hand and raised a brow to you, “Multiverse.” You nodded your head in approval and dragged out an impressive ‘oh’.

A gasp and smash could be heard as you introduced yourself to everyone in the room, a shout yelling from the mess “What did you put in these webs?”

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“𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 in a high school science lab?” You questioned as you limped your way through the double doors. The Peter from earlier walked in front of you, hitting your shoulder slightly. “Maybe if you listened, you would know.” He shrugged, smiling as he knew it would get on your nerves.

You stopped a few feet into the lab and scoffed at Peter as walked ahead and put on a lab coat. He brushed his hair back and offered out a spare lab coat to you with a teasing smile etched onto his face; squinting your eyes with a deadpan face, you slapped the object out of his hand and walked ahead missing the man’s flirtatious grin.

Peter (what turned out the next this universes Peter) dropped five objects on the table with everyone gathered around it, annoying Peter coming shoulder to shoulder with you.

“Okay, so Conners, Marko, Dylan, Max, and Mac.” He listed all the villains yet to face. “Uh, I can repair the devices for Dylan and Marko but the others…”

Annoying Peter (you had currently named him) peered over your shoulder and let his voice boom into your ear, “I’ve got Conner, I’ve already cured him once so no big deal.” He flipped the object in his hand and smirked in your direction, hoping you’d be impressed with his duty.

What he got in return was everyone looking at him, words struggling to come out of their mouth as they didn’t know what to respond with. “What? It’s no big deal.” He skipped away to a spot on the tables, the squeaking of his shoes sounding on the clean floor.

“Alright, who’s got Mac?” Original Peter said. Your head perked up at the name. You had fought him before many times, but never once had you actually beaten him. Breathing in all your fears, you raised your hand awkwardly. “I’ve got him, I guess?”

The Peter opposite you, who looked a little older, eyes flooded with worry and straighten his posture looking at you. “Are you sure? I can try and do it if you don’t want to.” He begged for you not to do it, he knew Mac’s power and was afraid of seeing you or anyone in pain.

You shook your head and took a couple of steps back, holding the bottle for the antiserum in your hands. “Yeah, no it’s fine. I mean, I’ve beaten him before.” You lied straight through your teeth, “Nothing I can’t do.” You sent a convincing smile in Peter’s way, watching them nod hesitatingly and moving their focus back to the remaining villains.

The Peter who had started on Conner’s cure, lifted his head at the presence joining him. When he saw it was you, he couldn’t help but poke. “Who’ve you got?” He leaned forwards.

You slumped into a spare chair and dumped the bottle on the higher science tables. “Stupid Mac.” You mumbled before leaning your head on the desk, hearing Peter’s laughter erupt in your ears. “You got stuck with Scorpion!” He wheezed as his hand smacked onto the table repeatedly from the uncontrollable amount of degradation he stocked up just for you. Groaning, you let out a quiet-loud ‘Shut up’ which did nothing against his cackles.

A couple of minutes later, everyone had fallen into silence as each and everyone’s attention was devoted to the object in front of themselves. You had been working on Mac’s at a considerably slower pace, mind stuck on what his weakness could consist of. Just as you had thought of an idea, your thought process was interrupted was a loud yell of protest and the scraping of the chair pushed back.

You looked to your side to see Peter 3 (the new nickname you had thought of) running his hands through his hair in frustration. Peter 2 looked at him in a humorous offense, “Do you mind?“ He shook his head in sass. A smile grew on your face and decided to tag along, “Yeah, what Peter 2 said!”

Peter 3’s head perked up to the sweet sound of your voice and scooted his way over to you, holding a newfound smirk on his face. “What, am I your Peter 1?” He winked at your fake flirtatious face. Giggling in a way he thought was for him, you looked through your lashes at him. “Actually you’re my Peter 3.”

His face creased at the number and leaned in a little more, “And why am I three?”. You bit your lip to stop a horrendous laugh from slipping out and you whispered, “Because you’re my least favourite.”

Peter 3’s face dropped at your words before you burst out laughing. He grumpily scooted his way back to working with a scorching red face hearing your laughs at his humiliation. “Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. So funny.” He looked ahead to see Peter and his girlfriend touching heads to distract himself from your laughter.

A nudge on his left made his turn in that direction, coming face to face with Peter 2 smirking and nodding his head subtly in your direction. This only increased Peter’s blush as he realized someone had found out about why he was so direct with you. “What about your MJ?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 you stood around on the Statue of Liberty, waiting around for your fellow foes to turn up. You sat on the edge of the scaffolding, letting the wind blow naturally into your hair as your legs kicked back and forth, patiently waiting for your worst fear to arrive.

Peter 3 noticed your lack of enthusiasm compared to the rest. He saw the way your face was just stared into the distance with a locked jaw and stern look, chest heaving up and down every second. His eyes cast down to your foot covered but your suit. There was a white bandage even over the Spiderwoman outfit, the fabric wrapped tightly over the assumed injury as your foot barely moved in comparison to the other.

Clearing his throat caught your attention as he pointed to your foot, “So uh, how’d you hurt it?” He said in a hushed tone. A sigh left your lips and you lifted the injury to your eyesight. “Scorpion did.” Peter’s eyes softened at your voice wavering at the mention of that name.

“Yeah, that son of bitch yanked it completely out of its socket and has forever seen it as a weak spot, so he constantly aims for it and that’s why it still hurts today.” You rambled, a small and effortless breathy laugh leaving your lips. “And that happened four years ago.” A frown tried to grow on your face.

Peter looked at you with raised brows and mask twiddled in his hands as he struggled on a response. You wanted to smack yourself on the head as you felt you made him uncomfortable, sharing too much which would now run him away.

“I say you do the same to him.” His voice alerted your spider senses as his response shocked you. “What?”

“I say you pull his fucking knee out of something, give him a taste of his own medicine!” He laughed, eyes adored to yours as you felt yourself slipping into his conversation. A wide smile reciprocated onto your face.

“Pull his knee out?” A laugh of disbelief stuck onto your face as Peter stood up to your level. “Well yeah! Maybe not exactly what I say but- beat the asshole up!” His eyes stared into yours as he came closer to you. You repeated his words in a mantra as he nodded along, feeling your breath tickle his face.

Your words came to a stop as the thick tension between you two took both by surprise. Peter felt himself leaning in before Peter 1 yelled out that they were here. “Oh fuck.” You unconsciously mumbled as the storm cloud grew darker by the second.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂 sound of his suit clicking against the scaffolding sent shivers down your spine. The overcoming noise of his taunting laughter creeping up behind you made your spidey senses go wild, your own subconscious warning you of what is about to go down.

“Long time no see, Y/N” His voice rose. Wasting no time, you followed your instincts and sent a ruthless kick into his face; sending the man backward and hitting his spine on a pole. The face hidden behind the horror of his mask turned angry within a second, pure evil imprinting his features. “Alright, Spiderwoman. If that’s how we are gonna do it.” His form leaped towards yours as his tail laced with poison edged the side of your face, yourself jumping back in time to land with a pose.

You tried Peter’s words, you had gone to beat the absolute shit out of him so many times now. Your body grew tired, less quick to avoid hits and snaps of his suit.

Scorpion jumped to the scaffolding above you and slid his tail down to trip up your bad foot, stabbing the back of your neck. Your body smacking the thin plank of wood as your hand gripped the place you had just been stabbed, green oozed from the wound as it slid through the gaps of your fingers.

Your body begged to hold on, mind already falling into a state of the unconscious as you crawled your way away from the hovering horror smiling devilishly at you. The smile pressed on his face was filled with nothing but pride, after so many years of constant back and forth fighting; one had finally won.

No sympathy was shared for you as he forced your body to move further to the edge of the scaffolding, the wind growing thicker the closer the free space reached you.

Mac tutted as he looked at your sleepy state, eyes falling shut and body growing limp. “It’s a shame,” His suit-clad hands rested on your shoulders. “You were my favourite.” That was all he said before you fell completely unconscious and his hands pushed your body off the scaffolding.

Your body fell in zero efforts of being saved. Your conscience didn’t allow you to feel fear or pain, it only lets you accept the fate of losing against him. You looked so calm, no worry spread on your beautiful features as your body fell to its impending death. It's a shame, really. How you never got to see the defeat of Scorpion. But the world works in mysterious way and seems to love to watch people suffer.

You were so close to death, before a pair of muscled arms caught around your waist and pulled into a tight embrace.

Peter’s hands were shaking as he held your unconscious body in bridal style. He settled himself to his knees as he could lay your body comfortably in his lap for when (he wished) you awoke.

His hand was holding the back of your head and the other brushed the hair from your face, admiring your true beauty in the state of all vulnerable. “Hey, hey. You’re okay.” Peter whispered to you in hopes of a response, gripping you so tightly, he was afraid you would break.

“Y/N, I need you to wake up for me. Please” He voice wavered as tears pricked his eyes watching your body do absolutely nothing to help yourself. From the amount of time he knew you, he knew you were a fighter. You were one to not back away from a fight, one to hold on even at their worst. So why were you not waking up?

“Y/N?” Tears ricochet down his pale face, eyes now red from holding back the waterworks. His hands shook your body desperately, holding your face to look at his in begs of response. Your face was so cold, with no sign of life reflecting in your features. A sob racked through Peter’s body, his forehead held against yours as his face creased in pain. He couldn’t bear to lose you, you were already so much to him.

He never got to admit the way his heart raced when you first fell through the portal. Or the way his throat dried when you webbed him to the kitchen counter. Or the way he wanted to kiss you so badly in the lab to shut up your laughs at him.

“Crying over me, Parker?”

His head snapped up as he looked at your weak smile, eyes sleepy when you lifted your hand to caress his tear-stained cheek. “No, no. No, I was not.” He denied, leaning into your cold, suit-covered hand.

You nodded in fake approval, “I’m gone for, what? Two minutes and you’re already crying?” Your body grew more awake, staying into Peter’s arms as his touch did so much for your adrenaline.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, resting his forehead back on yours. “I think it’s sweet, really.” You stared into your eyes. Lips brushed yours as grins were sketched across both of your faces.

Peter lent down and attached his lips to yours. Your other hand raised onto his cheek, rubbing your thumbs on his cheekbones and his lips molded with yours. The grip on your waist tightens as he tugged your body up to be against his, chests against each other and hands tugging on hairs.

Both of you pulled away breathless. Hands playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, Peter smoothing his against the small of your back.

“Do we like… hold hands now?” You whispered against his lips brushing with yours. Before he replied with a simple ‘shut up’ and attached his lips feverishly onto yours again.

I LOVE THIS SM

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HOLY CRAP I LIVE FOR THIS

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

summary: when peter finds himself in another universe like his, he never expects a pretty girl on the other side to completely throw him off.

CONTAINS ‘NO WAY HOME’ SPOILERS!!

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STOP BECAUSE HIS SMILE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY </3

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, flustered peter, cute lil moments and that’s kind of it? let me know if i missed any :)

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 in a dark alleyway, breathing laboured as he had been swinging for the past thirty minutes out of boredom. The thump of his feet hitting the ground from a high level echoed down the empty area, not another presence apart from rats scurrying around, savaging for leftover foods.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath with his hands on his knees bent over. Peter swallowed hardly, pushing himself up as he realised he owed Aunt May a new box of eggs after smashing the last.

His feet began to carry him away before a glowing light appeared in the corner of his eye. His spidey sense was going wild, increasing Peter’s curiosity as the more he turned his head to the glow; the more his spidey sense tingled.

“Peter! Peter” He heard his name called. He tilted his head to the side as the ominous glow spiralled into a circle, a clear new setting growing in the middle. Peter furrowed his brows behind the mask and looked around, wondering if this was meant for someone else. When no one seemed to respond to the people waving to him in the glow, Peter took it upon himself to retreat towards the mystery.

The closer he moved to the other side of the spiral, the more these people encouraged him. Peter had never met these people in his life so how on earth did they know his identity?

As Peter edged nearer to the entrance, he noticed the lookalike teenagers panic and take multiple hurried steps back. His curiosity got the better of him as he leaped into the separate setting and earning screams from everyone in the room at his presence.

Peter’s hands waved around trying to tell the people that he was harmless and only their friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. He tried waving at the four in the room, claiming everything is okay while a pillow was thrown at his stomach by a screaming older lady.

His hand raised to the top of his mask and ripped it off on one movement before his eyes scanned the room. The lady who had thrown the pillow had sprinted to the bottom of the stairs, the only boy (excluding Peter) was standing behind the table with his hands out like he was casting a spell. Peter’s eyes drifted to a young, possibly teenage girl stood behind a defensive arm, holding the most confused expression ever. There was a person standing infront of her, like the teenager needed protecting. His eyes travelled up the arm as then landed on you- Oh my God, you.

You were so beautiful. Your hair was falling from the clip secured loosely at the back of you head, locks of hair poking out the top. Your face looked concerned. Your eyebrows were scrunched slightly and your lips were twitched up and apart, showing your teeth which Peter knew you had a gorgeous smile. Peter admired the way your cheeks were flushed a light pink colour when he tore off his mask. His instant favourite part of you were your eyes. He noticed how they softened when you noticed the lack of danger in the room, your lashes adding another layer of beauty to your already perfect face.

“Who are you?” MJ pointed an excusing finger from behind your dominating form at the stranger who jumped through Dr Strange’s portal-magic thing? Peter’s gaze was still on your, “My name’s Peter Parker.” He said slowly, making sure everyone (mainly you but…) hung onto his words and processed them.

MJ looked up to your face, yours still looking at him. “That’s not possible!” She whispered harshly into your ear, making you snap out of your glare from the man.

Peter held his mask in his sweaty palms and lifted both to indicate his face, “I am the Spiderman from my world but yesterday,” His eyes widened and began tripping up on his words at attempts to explain infront of you. “I was just here!” He spoke with uncertainty and began to walk from his stationary spot in the room.

The three of you looked at each other as ‘Peter’ admired the room, gasps leaving his mouth as the house seemed to surprise him more than anything. “Multiverse theory?” He questioned, looking at you mainly. You muttered out a small yes and nodded your head rapidly as he fist pumped the air, letting out a small “I knew it!”

Ned tapped your shoulder and the three of you leaned in, “This has to be because of the spell!” He voice wandered. A hand on your back startled you before you felt Peter lean himself over you, his head hovering above your shoulder. “The spell?” He spoke with glee right next to your face. A beaming smile spread across his face, “A magic spell?” He smiled, feeling a softening glare from you.

Ned and MJ were quick to shake their heads as their voices overlapped one and other, “What spell? There was no spell!”. His excited demure tapped his fingers on your back, “There’s magic here too?” You felt his breath tingle on your cheek as small giggles fell from his lips.

MJ tugged your body back with a pull of your wrist, feeling Peter’s warm touch slip from your back and seeing his smile drop. “Prove it.” She spoke strongly, keeping your wrist in a tight hold. “Prove to us that you’re Spiderman, Peter Parker.”

The man tapped the sides of his suit, “I don’t carry an ID with me, kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing?” His nose scrunched in confusion.

MJ used the hand not holding you to pick up the piece of bread you had raised to your mouth, about to happily eat, to throw at the man in front of you. The bread tapped his chest and did zero harm physically or mentally to the man. His lips upturned and his shoulders shrugged, “Why did you do that?”

Her hand was held up in front of her in a pathetic defence. “She’s trying to see if you have the tingle thing.” You said for the furious girl beside you, thinking some man is trying to imitate her boyfriend.

Peter’s eyes snapped to yours as he heard your angelic voice for the first time, the sigh in your tone made Peter want to grab your face and kiss you so passionately (even though he’s just met you, he knows true love when he sees it.)

He swallowed down his inner voice and said “Yes, I have the tingle thing; just not for bread.” MJ wasn’t convinced.

MJ’s hand snatched to grab another piece and lifted it high in the air. “Can- can you not throw the bread again?” Peter said with confusion laced in his voice. “You’re a deeply mistrusting person,” He raised his hands and he backed away. “And I respect that.” He confessed before he jumped up and stuck his hand on the ceiling.

His legs and one arm holding his mask dangled, his eyes meeting yours and sending a subtle wink your way. Why were you blushing? MJ’s fingers pointed around the ceiling as a odd looking scowl was imprinted on her face. “Crawl around.”

“Crawl around?” He sounded almost offended. His eyes broke from yours as he shook his head with a certain, “No.”

“Yes. Crawl around.” MJ stood her ground.

“Why do I need to crawl around?”

“Because it’s not enough!”

“This is plenty.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“Nuh uh!”

“It is.”

Peter groaned, “How do I stick to the ceiling?” He squinted his eyes before another piece of bread was thrown at his chest, earning a small laugh from your beside the bickering teenager.

Ned’s grandmother tapped you on the shoulder and explained in the easiest way possible for you, “Ned’s grandma asked if you could get that cobweb in the corner there?” You asked on behalf of her with a scrunched nose, looking at the attractive man holding a face of ‘I’m done’ hanging from the ceiling.

Peter obliged to your words almost instantly as he stuffed his mask to hold in his teeth, as he lifted his body to be on all fours on the ceiling. Ned and MJ glanced at each other as he followed your rules easily and not theirs, both confused on his beg for attention from you.

He cleared the cobweb after a heartless ‘Thank you’ from Ned’s mum. Peter detached himself from the ceiling and landed on the floor directly in front of you.

His chest was close to yours and so were your faces. Your noses nudged slightly as his tall figure leaned over yours, the smile hidden behind his grip on the mask reflected your own. Tension swarmed the two of you as his hand brushed your own ever so slightly.

The unknown moment between the two of you was interrupted at both of your heads snapped towards the new voice in the room. “Wait a minute, he’s not your friend…” The new Peter looked questionably at your Peter.

A newfound silence flooded the room as the two practically had a stare off before they both webbed at each other and swiftly landed on the kitchen island.

Your Peter hopped off the counter and stood by your side, coming shoulder to shoulder with you as the two of you unintentionally blocked out most of new Peter’s words.

Your Peter’s hand grazed your fingers and lightly touched them in an invitation to hold. You opened your hand and felt his warm palm slip into yours. A smile tugged on your face at the heat rising to your prominent cheeks. Sending a teasing smile MJ’s way as she winked at Peter’s height against yours, holding your hand.

A goofy smile spread across Peter’s lips as he held hands with the pretty girl he would soon become more with.

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