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kairiscorner · 9 months

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spider-noir x spider!reader with like,, angst/comfort and fluff. just tenderness with Noir after a pretty rough mission with a tinge of injuries and bruises; but Noir was afraid to loose them, so he kinda just-- holds them close??

HELLOOOOOO that's a cute idea ngl, I LOVE IT??? AAJSKDKLDMDIFLELD I HOPE I DO THIS JUSTICE, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TOO :DDD

btw this is kind of a post-divorce fic, though it's not exactly the second part of the first one i made, just wanted to up the angst a little :'))

the remedy to all my ailments -- spider noir x reader

summary: peter shows up at your doorstep for the first time after your divorce with him–and he's a wreck. you're the only one he can turn to as the rain pours and his battered body can't take care of himself right now, but his wounds aren't all that has to be taken care of right now; it's also the things he never told you that need taking care of. word count: 978

content warnings! mentions of blood, bleeding, and depictions of wounds, please don't read any further if you are uncomfortable with these themes ^^

the rain poured endlessly as peter staggered home weakly, his leg limping as the shrapnel that pierced him dug deeper into the flesh of his side–he grunted and heaved as the rain water that ran down his body went from a clear, transparent to a murky red as he hobbled over to the doorstep of your home; the home that he swore never to come back to after he... after he decided you'd be better off without him.

you were in the comfort of your living room, with thoughts of peter entering your mind ever so often–but you tried to shun those thoughts away, why waste time thinking about him when he probably never thinks of you anymore? you aren't his spouse, of course, he wouldn't need to be concerned anymore. and you figured you shouldn't be, because why... why should you be, right? you're strangers now, that's all you two are to each other.

well, fate has a funny way of bringing strangers together. because at that moment when you swore off thinking about how he's doing amid the pouring rain, you heard the doorbell chime. you got up, a bit perplexed since you weren't expecting any visitors–let alone amidst the torrential downpour outside–but you decides to answer the door anyway, forgetting your practice of checking the peephole for who it may be.

"who–oh." you were about to ask who could possibly have wanted to visit you at this time, when the rain worsened and wouldn't let up–and there, right before you, was none other than him. he, in his gray and black clad ensemble of clothing–draped in shadows from head to toe–concealing him as he assimilates into the darkness in his limping figure.

he was hunched over, struggling to speak or get up–miraculously, you knew peter well enough from all those years you two had been married to understand he needed help. you hurriedly tried helping him up, lifting him the best you could despite his weight pushing you down. he groaned aloud at how much you moved him, the shrapnel stabbing further into his sides.

as you took out the first aid kits and all to help patch him up, you took note of how... forlorn he appeared. peter must've lost to his adversary this time, hence his wounds, but–almost as if he read your mind in that situation–peter spoke up. "i didn't lose this time. i just... wore myself too thin." he said as you took the shrapnel out of his sides as carefully as you could.

peter groaned lightly ever so often, he tried his hardest not to show you he was getting hurt, but he can only hide it for so long. "...i'm sorry if it hurts." you said as you put antiseptic ointment on his open wounds after pouring clean water on them. he breathed in sharply through his teeth, and nodded. "it's okay. i'm... sorry too. that you have to–have to deal with me, even after... you know what already." he said as you wrapped his side around with a gauze.

you then noticed peter's battered abdomen as you were wrapping him up, you didn't dare to count them, the number would have you down on your knees and shaking. you tried your hardest not to apply too much pressure, but peter held your wrist and looked at your anxious face. "please, don't hold back." he pleaded with you, to which you reluctantly nodded and wrapped him up tightly.

after you treated him, you expected peter to get out of your door and disappear into the cold, rainy night again and... only see you when he needs to. but he didn't leave, he just stood there in front of you, with his head hung low as he stared at the fibers of your carpeted floors.

"pete, you can go now." you said as you placed your hand on peter's shoulder, but he didn't rise his head nor answer you; he just kept staring at the carpeted floors that you laid out together years ago–as if his reason to stay was engraved in every fiber he took note of.

you sighed as you tried to help peter get up, but he didn't budge. you took his hand in yours in a stubborn effort to get him to stand up and walk out that door, but instead getting up to leave... he gently took your wrist in his grasp and pulled you closer to him. before you knew it, you were wrapped in peter's embrace–it should've been warm, but peter was so, so cold. he buried his face in your hair and his nose in the crook of your neck, and whispered repeatedly, "this is why you should never have loved me."

and it was then that you realized a small glimmer of the truth–the reason why he divorced you, crush led your heart and left everything you two have ever made and loved together with you wasn't because he didn't love you anymore, but because... he loved you too much to watch you crumble before him every time he'd come home like this; he wasn't ready to lose you before you'd lose him.

he'd rather let himself die, cold and alone in the rain, than die with you by his side and leave his beloved spouse with a broken heart that may never heal–all because of him. he cried into your shoulder as he sobbed messy apologies into your ear, many of which all had the words, 'you're better off' and 'all my fault' in them.

he's not expecting forgiveness, he doesn't expect you to fully understand either why he did what he had to do–but instead, he hopes you'll do what he thinks is best for you both: to live your life and forget he was ever a part of it, so in case he's gone... you won't get hurt.

a/n: 😃 i'm not sorry

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @maxoloqy @luvstarrstruck @thee-fantastic-mrfox

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir angst #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv angst #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse angst

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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sunshine!spidey and noir! !! but a lil angst and soft fluff because noir is comforting sunshine!spidey

miguel gave you an earful after seeing that you had let an anomaly leave within your grasp on your mission. he yelled at you because you put yourself in danger when you knew you shouldn’t have done what you did. you were reckless…and it was your fault. and you knew that, you apologized to miguel in front of everyone, but nonetheless, you were embarrassed that noir saw you getting scolded by miguel. noir had stepped up for you but was quickly interrupted by miguel’s booming voice to not talk when he was talking. noir slightly backed down but retaliated when he went for your defense again. he wasn’t gonna let miguel talk to you like that when you already knew it was a mistake…and he hated to see you heartbroken.

“miguel, everyone makes mistakes, and you out of everyone should know that.” it was a rather short yet simple remark that noir said. noir immediately took you away from miguel and the rest of the spider people in the control room. as you both exited the control room you could hear miguel’s yells of ‘i wasn’t finished talking to them!’ noir and you ignored his yelling as he took you away to a private area.

your body was trembling and you broke out in sobs. you were now alone with peter and you felt as if you could let go in the moment. he quickly embraced you against his strong hold as he rubbed small circles on your back, lovingly. “it’s okay sweetheart, i know you didn’t know any better. and miguel, he’s always like that…so don’t may much attention to him.”

“i—i just hate feeling like a f-failure.” you hiccuped as more tears cascaded on your reddened cheeks. your nose turned red from all the crying that you’ve held in with all your might. all of your tears wet his black trench coat but he didn’t care—no, he was devastated to see such a happy and jubilant person be sad. noir never liked when people who were the brightest become the gloomiest. he consoled you and spoke softly against your hair, “no, you’re not a failure. my love, don’t let mistakes define you.”

he continued to hold you tightly as he began to speak about your amazing abilities and how you had qualities that he found admirable about you. he even told you he wished he could be as happy and bright as you were. he wished he could light up a room the way you did and still keep smiling despite going through the darkest times. your smile alone was what made peter keep going, and he couldn’t thank you enough for that. he kissed your face, and held your face as if you were the most precious and most delicate thing in the whole entire multiverse.

you soon calmed down as peter’s loving and nurturing presence immediately enveloped you. his presence alone made you happy again. he wiped you tears away and with his handkerchief, he wiped away any excessive tears or saliva that stained your face. “i just want you to know that you mean everything to me and i love you so much, darling.”

“thank you, peter. i wouldn’t know what i would do without you love and support,” you hugged him back tightly as if he was going to slip away through your fingers, “i love you so much too, handsome.” he was your rock and your whole life too.

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nhi-theuserof-this · 9 months

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Noir angst Ft. Punknoir!

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Ben's fingers are laced together, resting on his lap as he struggles not to fidget. He looks up at Hobie from where he's seated. They're both in Ben's universe right now, while Gwen is in Hobie's universe.

"Is it that I wouldn't understand," he pauses for a moment, swallows, then says, "or is it that she doesn't think I'd treat her right because of it."

Gwen is trans(based) but doesn't trust noir enough to let him know because hes from the 1930s(mostly unbased decade). noir is trans though so he'd totally get whatever she doesn't want to tell him(sad)

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Distrust (Distressed) (the fic in question!)

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#based in the BS universe but I decided it would do better on its own #noirpunk #punknoir #itsv spider noir #atsv hobie #nhiwrotehere #noirpunk spiderverse #punknoir fanfic #ao3 link #fanfiction #spider noir angst #gwen stacy #trans gwen stacy

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spider999sposts · 9 months

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Pretty girls—Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: you might've really lucked out choosing this one to be the father of your child.

🕸tags: fem!reader × Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: fluff...mostly :)

🕸author's note: hi. this has nothing to do with all the projects I've got going on. I've had a really shitty day so this was like a comfort fic for me. hope you enjoy <3

Crying. Again. It was the third time this night. You were on the brink of losing it. You tried everything, feeding her, boiling some soothing leaves and bottle feeding her, changing her perfectly clean diapers, holding her and lulling her to sleep. It all worked momentarily, only for her to start crying again.

Your body was exhausted and you were about to cry, but you shook your head. This is parenthood. You knew it was going to be hard.

So you sat up and sighed, readying yourself to find some creative way to lull her to sleep again. As you got up, you felt your husband's hands pull you back onto the matress.

"Lo manejaré, amor."

[I'll handle it, love.]

He sounded extremly sleepy. You shook your head. "No, you have work tommrow, Mig. I—"

"You deserve to rest. I don't mind. Try to sleep a little."

He moved over and kissed your forehead, kicking off the blanket and moving over to the crib beside your bed. You watched him lean down, and pick her up. She was so small compared to him, and it was always so hesrtwarming watching her cuddle closer to him as soon as he picked her up. Her cries got a little less loud.

"Cariño, realmente has cansado a mamá." He whispered, his big hands on her back, supporting it. "¿Qué es? Habla con papá."

[Darling, you've really tired mommy. What is it? Talk to daddy.]

He started moving from side to side, and she calmed down even more, now cooing, as if replying to him. "Mhm, mhm.." Miguel looked over at you, then gave you a lopsided smile. "Let's go out, mija. Your mom needs her beauty sleep." He winked at you, then headed out of the bedroom door, closing it behind him.

You tried to sleep, but with no avail. You've awoken too much to be able to go back to your slumber. And it didn't help that you didn't have Miguel to cuddle near you. You stayed in bed for a few minutes, then, you heard it.

Music.

It was low, and soft. But it was there. Curiosity filled you. It couldn't be the neighbours, the music wasn't that loud. It was coming from outside.

You got up, putting on Miguel's robe and stepping out of the room.

"Mm, you like this song, Gabi?" Miguel was still as shirtless as he was when he went to bed, only wearing his sweats. Gabriella was resting her head on his shoulder, sucking on her pacifier. Her eyes were fluttering, and her fists were opening and closing around her father's arm, squeezing his skin. He was humming to her, the song playing was the one you danced to at your wedding. "Can't wait to show you the wedding photos, Mija. Tu madre se veía hermosa." Gabriella cooed. "Tsk, yeah, just like you. You get your pretty looks from her, don't you?" He kissed her head, one full of thick brown hair like his, and continued to gently sway from side to side, to the beat of the music.

[Your mother looked gorgeous.]

You moved a bit closer, not wanting to disturb them. It was one thing that Gabriella was finally actually going to sleep, but this sight infront of you was something you wished you could freeze. If you could pause your life, it would always be paused at this moment.

You set your head against the wall, watching them sway. Miguel had queit the singing voice, and it was really cute. You didn't get to hear it often, he always acted all serious when you even mentioned it. But here he was. Singing softly to his daughter.

"Mm, you're growing so fast, Gabi.."He hummed, "I'm sorry I'm not here as much as I should be. Leaving your mother to be with you all the time. It's not fair to either of you." You never really complained to him, or even mentioned being upset at him not spending enough time with the both of you. You loved spending time with Gabi, and you just wished he'd be there more often so he would watch her grow up along side you. To know he's feeling like this made you a little upset. You wanted to comfort him.

"I promise that'll change from tommrow. I got that promotion, just don't tell mom yet, okay? I want to take her out and tell her then." He patted her back, "Nuestro pequeño secreto, hm, mija?"

[Our little secret, hm, dear?]

Seems like you'll have to pretend you didn't hear that.

You moved, and the wood creaked underneath you. Gabriella let out a little sound, but she fell back asleep queitly after. Miguel turned to look at you, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Couldn't sleep?" He whispered. You walked over to him, taking his robe off of you and placing it on his shoulders. "Not without you.." Miguel chuckled, his hands wrapping around your waist from the other side, pulling you close. "Mm, Mis chicas guapas.." He kissed your head like he'd done with Gabriella earlier.

[My pretty girls.]

"She only slept when I picked her up and held her close to me. Just like her mother." He joked. You cuddled near him, putting your hand on his chest, your head on his shoulder. He was securing Gabriella with one arm, and pulling you closer with the other. "Mm, maybe she likes you more than she likes me. A daddy's girl."

"Tsk, how could anyone like me more than you, amor?" You hummed, his warmth and scent calming your fried nerves. "Come, I'm sure she's asleep by now." He took your hand in his, leading you back to the room.

You watched as Miguel put Gabriella down gently into her crib, kiss her forehead, then turn to you. He didn't say anything, just gently took your hands and led you outside.

With the music still playing, you put both your hands on his chest, while both of his wrapped around your waist. His head rested on top of yours as the both of you swayed to the music.

"Can you imagine the day of Gabi's quince?" You mumbled, closing your eyes. "Or her wedding? I know she's still so small, but the thought of her growing up so fast.."

"Mm, I can't imagine them to be honest. I think I want her to stay like this. I don't like the idea that she will have to let go of me eventually." He replied, his grip around your waist tightening just a bit. You giggled, no matter how he tried to hide it, he was the biggest softie at heart. "I take you won't like it when she gets her first boyfriend."

"Hmph, let's get you to bed, amor." You laughed at his attitude. His little pout and furrowed brows. "I'm only joking, hermoso," You tip toed, leaving a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But you're right, we should get to bed."

Once you've turned off the music, and you returned to the bed, a sense of comfort washed over you as Miguel wrapped his arms around you for the night.

However hard life was as of now, you were just glad to have your sweet husband to help you push through it.

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"LYLA?"

She zipped beside him, the glow of her hologram reflecting against his tired crimson eyes.

"What...am I doing? That isn't leading me to where he is." His eyes never left the screen as he watched his counterpart. His counterpart who had a beautiful daughter, and a wife who loved him so dearly. His counterpart who was laying on a soft bed with the woman he loved near him, wrapped so tightly in his arms.

"Well," LYLA frowned, almost sorrowful.

"You weren't really able to save your version of her in your universe, were you?"

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iwasbored777 · 6 months

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I know this wasn't necessary for the movie's plot but it should've been in the movie I'm crying 😂

#AT WHAT POINT DID THEY DECIDE TO SEPARATE THESE CHARACTERS FOR THE SEQUEL THEY ARE SO FUNNY TOGETHER #who cares about angst my whole life is angsty give me some funny shit like this you better do in btsv i want this level of funny #spider man into the spider verse #into the spiderverse #Spiderverse #peter b parker #gwen stacy #spider man noir #spider ham #video #deleted scene #gwen acting like a mom here

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foolsocracy · 9 days

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I can't help but notice you haven't posted any angst in a while and I'm suspicious

whipped this one up just for u anon

#a guy can only post 3 happy artworks before the people get concerned.....#LMAOOO jokes jokes #heres a .. colored sketch?#anyway behold the recurring dream ive given pete where hes ummmmmmmmmmmm inside uncle bens ribcage #i think abt it all the time but ive never actually done anything w it so here we go #blood #gore #not actually i dont think but im straying on the safe side #i messed around w it enough where u cant even see any organs or anything (much)#bones #idk #skeleton #i feel like thats everything maybe #ask to tag #might make a nice finished piece w this who knows #anon #asks #thanks for the ask!#glad to know angst is still my brand #such is life as a noir blog #peter benjamin parker #spiderman noir #spider man noir #spider noir #my art #bOOM thats so many tags #double art night guys who cheered #this and the stupid ass music one LMAOO the range #made this in an hour and a half lets see what i think of it in the morning when i wake up lol

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sabcandoit · 9 months

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as a request ((if you'd like!!)) whaat about a fluffy, soft and mildly angst/comfort in comforting noir and his scars?? praises, kisses and all

Thank you for the request! This one is a shorter one <3

Scars and Kisses

Spider-Noir x Female Reader

Summary: Reader notices Peter's scars and asks him about them. This leads to her kissing him, then him kissing her, and so on.

Warnings: Fluff! Absolute fluff! and Angst. Talking about scars ofc.

A/N: This is my first time writing angst! So I definitely don't know what I'm doing LOL. Hope I get better! Requests are open :)

You were both in bed, tired after a long day of work. You wore nothing but a T-shirt and underwear, while Peter wore just plain boxers. He laid on the bed, with you in a cradle cuddle position and your head in his chest. Peter had slooped eyes and a soft smile on, his 5 o’clock shadow quite visible, him not bothering to shave before going to bed. In his arms, you also had a soft smile and you curled up nicely on his body.

You looked up at him for a brief moment of time, smiling wider at his connected eye contact. He smirked back and said a small “Hi”. You giggled and said “Hi” back. His face had strewn across cuts and scars, tell tale of his journeys and fights. They made him look tough and… somewhat sexy, but it made you sad to see them so prominent. You pursed you lips gently and looked back down, his hand coming to yours and holding each others. “Love?” he spoke quietly, “Is something the matter?”. You fumbled with his fingers, noticing the little marks on them too. They were everywhere on his body.

You looked back up at him and took awhile to reply. “Your scars… how do you feel about them?” he looked up at the ceiling with a tiny grin, chuckled a bit before leaning back down, “Darling, I can’t have much of a say on whether I like them or not.” you watched him intently as he spoke, “But really… It is hard to see the remnants of my work when I look at myself, but they are just another part of me. ” You sighed and kissed his hand which you were fidgeting with, which then led to you kissing his scars on his chest, closing your eyes in reverence. He watched you with widened eyes, thinking about how much he loved you.

After a while of this kissing, you stopped when he put one hand on your chin and brought your face up to look at him. In a deep and quiet voice, smooth as chocolate, he chuckled, “I am glad that you seem to like me anyways,”. Your faces were inches apart, him smirking like a fool and you with watchful eyes on his lips, a flirty atmosphere coming back into play. “Oh, yes, I do,” you whispered back as the space between you closed and you kissed slowly and lovingly. You both backed apart and Peter smiled, his eyes half-lidded again before you both fell asleep.

TAGS: @kairiscorner @miguelswifey04 Hope y'all like it!! <333

(Let me know if you want to be tagged in my fics!)

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sharkz-artstuff · 3 months

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I saw a tiktok and

#angst #spiderman noir #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider man noir #animatic #animation

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theriu · 11 months

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When making your own Spiderman/spiderperson, it’s important, nay, vital to remember and follow these incontrovertible rules:

1) Spider-themed 2) At least a lil’ streak of being a goofball

#there may be some exceptions #but I feel this is important #even the ones who seem more serious #tend to have a sense of humor hidden somewhere #take spiderman noir #and his obsession with the rubix cube #it might be temporarily hidden under Angst #but all peter parkers and most spider people have that lil streak of being a goofball #it's there I tell you #spiderman #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #atsp #spidersonas

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makooo0stuff · 10 months

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Okay okay I have a bunch of requests in the process but I can't get spider noir out of my head.., so here's a little quick fic I'm gonna do to get him and this song out of my head.

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♡︎ His cold heart. ♡︎

pairing: Spider Noir x GN! Reader

fandom: into the spiderverse

cw: non-edited, no grammar corrections, pet names (doll, darling)

a/n: isn't gonna be edited just a quick little angst fic (e/c is eye color!)

Give this song a listen if you'd like!

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You've been trying to get ahold of Noir's attention in your shared apartment for sometime; well more so a couple days, But he seemed as if he'd become one of the monochromatic shadows that lingered inside your apartment; only staying around during the day, lurking about. Only occasionally reappearing through the night when lights were flicked on.

You sat inside the shared bedroom, it now ached with a empty feeling stretching over the bed and over you. Although you were sure Noir's job as Spiderman was hard. But it had put a toll on you; a painful toll you weren't sure you could handle much longer.. Your heart ached. Your eyes shined with tears creeping up; your (e/c) eyes shimmered as they watered; the hot and warm tears quickly trickled down your face, You did your best to cry quietly but you felt yourself slowly choke out a sob.

The bedroom window made a soft crack sound as it was parted from its windowsill, You paused quickly pushing the sob back down. The tears on your face illuminated by the moonlight's soft touch.

Noir stepped through the window and moved closer to you, He cupped your cheek tilting your head down as he crouched infront of you. He spoke softly "Doll?... Have you been crying?.." You wanted to pull away from his intoxicating touch, the way his gloved hand felt on your face just made you melt, But not tonight, you weren't going to give in to his touch.

You pulled back from his touch. "W-Where have you been Peter..?" You stutter before quickly squeezing your eyes shut; you take a deep breath, the palms of your hands rested on your knees. "Where have you been?..., I've been worried about you!- I feel like you just disappear entirely sometimes and you make me so anxious!- A-And sometimes I worry if you're still okay!" You continued to stutter, you started to raise your voice over yourself, Your voice shook; it trembled as you closed your eyes tightly.

Noir noticed this and took your hands in his, he tilted your head so you would look at him. "I'm sorry darling.., I didn't realize it impacted you so hard.." He apologized But you turned your head away, you couldn't bear listening to his halfassed ' sorry's '

"I can't do this anymore..," You spoke out looking away. You loved Noir dearly but you knew you'd never be able to comfort his hurting cold heart. "I'm sorry Noir..."

"Darling.." He spoke up more confidently, his gloved hand lightly touched your arm. "Please let me make this right..," You hesitated but pulled away from the light touch of his gloved fingertips against your skin. The feeling of his leathery gloves against your bare arm made you shiver.

"Goodbye Peter," You spoke quickly, picking up your belongings and slipping on your jacket leaving before he could say another word.

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©️ makooo0stuff, do not copy my work or alter in anyway without my permission .

#Spotify #spider noir #spider noir x reader #spiderman #into the spider verse #light angst #sad reader #spiderman noir #makooo0stuff writes #makooo0stuff

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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KAMUSTA POO I LOVE UR MARRIED SPIDERNOIR X READER FICS SMM??? 🫶🫶 I hope you dont mind if i request for something angsty, hurt/comfort 👀 like the reader finds out she’s infertile- had a miscarriage and is upset because she knew how much her and spidernoir husband rlly wanted to have children so he goes out his way to comfort her and stuff huhu 😭😭 and she’s also worried that this issue might cause a strain in their relationship but noir’s like “NOOO, i love u no matter what’

talking abt this prompt reminds me from the movie ‘UP’ by disney hehe (P.S i was also the one who req for that criminal prt 2 of x spidernoir!! I LOVED IT SMMM THANK UUU FOR FEEDING MY DELULUNESS, HAVE A GOOD DAYYY)

HIII POOOOO omg thank you too, so glad you loved it <:DD AND RGHHHH THANK YOU FOR PUTTING ME IN THE MOOD TO WRITE PAIN <33 I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

even if we can't have that, i'll always have you — spider noir x reader (angst)

summary: you felt so inadequate, like such a disappointment when the doctor informed you that you could not bear fruit, you would never be a mother. though what made you feel even worse was the fact that your husband, peter, yearned for a family--and you couldn't even give him that. but does that mean he'll stop loving you? word count: 527

you mindlessly cut away at the vegetables, looking at them but not paying attention. your mind was empty except for the doctor's words that rang in your ears endlessly, echoing into the abyss that once was filled with dreams and love for little ones that will never be anymore: "ma'am, you cannot bear children. you are... infertile." the only sensation that brought you back to reality was the stinging pain of a cut you inflicted upon yourself by accident, with small drops of blood pooling on the cutting board and staining the vegetables.

you breathed in through your teeth as you washed off the blood, though you kind of wish the pain remained, so you wouldn't be reminded of how inadequate of a wife you felt when you heard the doctor's news for you. peter came home and was greeted to the sight of you bandaging your fingers. "oh, welcome home..." you muttered as peter rushed over to you and whispered a "what happened, love?" to you.

you couldn't bring yourself to face him, how could you? you were betraying him and going back on your promise with him to have a beautiful family together, which can never happen anymore because you can't provide him with that luxury. "peter... i'm sorry." you uttered as peter put your hands in his and gazed up at your eyes, which were filling with tears. "i'm not enough... it's... it's my fault we can't be happy..." you murmured as the tears fell and peter shushed you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing and wiping your tears away.

"beloved... what do you mean? that's just not true..." he said as he brushed your hair out of your face. you wiped away at your tears and sobbed out the news to peter. "i can't get pregnant... we can't have... children... i'm sorry, peter..." you choked out through your sobs as peter's face fell as he took in the news. he breathed in deeply, unsure of what to say to assure you, because this hurt him badly, too. though... peter wasn't going to leave you all because he couldn't have a family with you.

he held you closer and kissed your cheek. "my love, it's not your fault. i know we've both dreamed of having our own little ones, but even if we can't have that dream come true... i'd want nothing more than to at least have you in my life. you are the sweetest dream i've ever dreamt of, my perfect woman, and you... you made all my dreams come true already by letting me be yours." he said as he kissed the crown of your head and caressed your arms. you cried even more at his confession, asking him in broken cries if he means it, to which he nodded and kissed your lips that were being stained with your tears. "i promise." he said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

even if you couldn't fulfil his dream of fatherhood, you've already fulfilled all his other dreams, dreams he believed were impossible to attain before you married him and settled in with him, making all his dreams come true already.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @thee-fantastic-mrfox @fiannee @arachnoia @ophanimgold

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir angst #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv angst #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse angst #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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serenitysheart1 · 8 months

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It’s worse to be nothing with you | Spiderman-Noir x Drunk!Reader

WARNINGS: Alcohilism, Suicidal Behavior (??)

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Word Count: 1,566

Context: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gender-Not specified Reader, Reader is an alcoholic

Author’s note: fanfic title from ‘Promise’ by Laufey. In this context i wrote this as Peter being your close-friend who’s in-love with you cus ykyk slow burn

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His hands were shoved deep inside his pockets as he wandered through New York City, met with only silence and empty streets. The faint reflections of dim lights from cars and lampposts moved around him like silent ghosts. Hours passed by without a trace of you.

“Where in the devil have they gone off to this time?” Peter let out a heavy sigh, unable to shake off the heavy feeling in his chest. Just when all hope seemed lost, a faint glimmer ahead beckoned to him invitingly - a small bar tucked away at the end of an alleyway twinkling like a beacon.

The moment he saw the place, he recognized it immediately and felt the urge to burn it down just by looking at it. Here he was, standing in front of the bar you visited frequently. Despite all the advice he had given you, it seemed you had only tossed them all to the ground.

Could you really be in there, again? He had no choice but to check.

He paused for a moment before he opened the creaky door of the bar and stepped inside. The heavy stench of alcohol hung in the air; even though he was used to the smell by now, it still made him nauseous to think about you consuming it. Empty glasses stood on the counter like sentinels as a few exhausted patrons lounged at one end of the room. A couple of others were playing pool, while two fiddlers sawed away in the corner. There you were, seated on a stool in front of the counter beneath the soft glow of a yellow light. He let out a sigh as he unbuttoned his coat and slowly made his way towards you.

The warmth of a fabric enveloped you like a comforting embrace. You didn't flinch but instead looked up to see who had kindly given you their coat. "Oh, it’s you. Haha.. Hey there, Peeeter..." You slightly giggled, swirling the leftover booze in your cup.

His gaze was firm as he met your eyes. "Please, make this easier for both of us and just come with me, doll."

"Say what now? Where? No, thank you..." You held up your cup to him, a friendly glint in your eye. "C'mon, Peter, have a seat and join me for a drink!"

After another heavy sigh from Peter, he snatched the cup away from you. "How many of those have you had already, Y/N? I told you to quit it... Look at yourself, doll, look at yourself…"

"Errr... one, two—six, or seven?" You pretended to count on your fingers.

He shook his head, “Never mind, let's get you home, darling. I’ll take care of you." He gently wrapped his strong arm around your shoulders and attempted to help you up from the barstool.

"Nooooo, c'mon… I still have one bottle left..." You pleaded desperately, stretching out your arm towards the bottle.

He firmly grasped your wrist to stop you from grabbing it, his face mere inches away from yours now. "You know, at this rate, you'll be dead before you're thirty-five."

Your voice was muffled by a mix of sorrow and annoyance as you spoke. “And so what?”

His grip on your wrist tightened.

“…Why are you doing this to yourself?” He asked, his voice quivering, "Why are you doing this to me?”

You laughed harshly, your cold response only digging a deeper hole into his heart. “It doesn’t hurt to have some fun, Peter. Don’t be such a killjoy!..”

"And what's so fun about drinking your life away?" he asks in a disappointed tone, then he shakes his head, “Forget it, let’s just get you home already. You’re drunk, Y/N.”

“Haha.. You wouldn’t get it.” You muttered under your breath, “Now pass me that bottle. I paid for it after all.”

Ignoring your words he pulls you up, his arm now wrapped around your waist. You tried to pull away from him, begging for him to let go of you so you can go back inside. No chance of that though; he kept a firm grip on you as he guided you out.

His lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line. "You can't even walk properly. Hold on for a moment, dear." He effortlessly lifted you up and held you in his arms like a bride. Despite more of your protests, you eventually gave up and just gave in. He opened the car door with one arm and carefully placed you down inside the vehicle.

"Are you kidnapping me?" He looked at you sternly, not answering and simply shutting the car door. He went around to the other side and settled in the driver's seat, sighing and shaking his head. He’s used to this already, isn’t he?

“No, I’m just taking you home..." He replied in a tired yet gentle tone. “I want you safe and sound in your bed.” He grumbled as he turned on the engines.

You laughed for a bit, then fell silent.

“Hah... I really am an idiot, aren’t I?”

Sniffle.

The sudden crying made him jolt in surprise on his seat, not liking how you suddenly broke down in tears like that. He quickly stopped the car and turned around in his seat, wrapping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a hug, trying to keep you from seeing how hurt he truly was. He could feel your body tremble and your shaky breaths.

"Hey... you’re not an idiot, darling... I know you know better than this.." he whispered in a soothing tone, his mind in turmoil. How much longer can he do this?

You buried your head into his shoulder, “Why am I like this? Why, why, why….” Sobbing even more. He gently caressed your head with his other hand. Even though this isn't his first time dealing with this situation, his heart breaks to see you like this.

“It's okay, darling. It's okay...I’m here, I’m here..." he whispered, but his words only seemed to make you cry more as you hugged his shoulder tightly.

Peter doesn’t have to deal with this yet unfortunately he does. It makes you sick. Why can’t he just leave you already? Doesn’t he have a job to do as Spiderman, not taking care of some drunk.

“No, it’s not o—okay…” Your voice cracked, “I’m a burden to everyone, I should just hurry up and die already.”

Hearing those words hurt him to his core. He pulled you closer, his voice in absolute despair. "No... no, no, no. God, please, don’t say that, sweetheart... you're not a burden to anyone, especially not to me, Y/N… I can’t just stand by and watch you throw away your life like this.. I-I can’t..." he sighed deeply, his grip around your shoulders tightening.

Knowing how damaging those habits are from his own experience, it hurt to see the person he loved and cared so much about go down that path. As if the universe was trying to torture him.

"Then why do you put up with this?" you said through the tears in your voice.

"Because, I love you… and nothing will ever change that, darling. Nothing.” He whispered, his voice sounding like he was going to break down at any moment too. But he can’t do that, especially not right now.

“If there was a version of me without you by his side, believe me, he’d be as broken as the bottle you kept drinking from this evening.” He sighed and pulled away slightly. Wiped the tears off your cheeks, as he looked into your eyes.

“So please… stop hurting yourself like this. I'm begging you.”

More tears stained across your face, as you buried your head back deeper into his shoulder. Words are too good to be true. He could be happy right now if it wasn’t for you. He could be loving someone else right now, someone who wasn’t drunk, selfish, stupid, and... and…

It made you cry even more thinking about it. As much as you wanted his love, but you knew… that, “.. I don’t deserve you.”

“Y/N…”

Eventually your sobbing stopped, and it was soon found out that you’ve passed out and fallen asleep. Peter pulled away slightly and adjusted the coat on your shoulder. He let you lay your head down on the car seat, but your head fell on his shoulder instead as he shuffled to turn on the engine back up again. He didn’t move and let you be, not wanting to wake you up, so he just drove. A painful expression on his face could be seen from the car’s rear window reflection. Taking in everything that just had happened. He was used to this. But the pain only grew each and every time. It never gets easier.

It’s been a long night. But all that matters now is that you’re still by his side, still breathing.

Once he reaches your house, he carefully carries you into your room and places you in the bed. Tucking you in. His heart feels lighter all of a sudden as he watches you sleep, but as soon as he turns to leave the room, he sees the empty bottle of booze lying on your desk.

Suddenly, his heart sinks again. It’s an endless cycle.

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider man noir x reader #spiderman noir #atsv #itsv noir #atsv angst #itsv x reader #itsv angst #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spidermannoir x reader #spidernoir x reader

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andvenuscried · 1 month

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SPIDERVERSE UNIVERSE.

WARNING,

a lot down here is NSFW!

NAVIGATION.

✮ — nsfw

☾ — sfw

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… there is nothing here yet. work is in progress.

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starandcloud · 8 months

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Asking them to pick you up

This is how I think the spiders would react to you saying: "My parents are fighting again, can you come pick me up?"

1610!Miles Morales

He was more anxious then you when he heard the distant yelling on your end of the phone.

"Miles..? My parents are fighting again... Can you come get me..?"

"Yeah... Just give me a few Y/N, I'll be there soon."

When he arrives at your window, he has a bag in his hand.

He didn't let you peak inside because "it's a surprise"

His mom completely understood why Miles had brought you over and asked you if you were hungry

You politely denied and explained your stomach hurt to much

As soon as his bedroom door was shut he gave you the bag

His excitement for you to open it really calmed your nerves

When you opened the bag you smiled softly

He had gotten you your favorite snacks and drinks to calm you down

10/10 gentleman

He made you take his bed and he slept on the floor

The two of you ended up in his bed anyways, you were having nightmares so he said he'd "just lay with you" but you woke up pressed to his chest

He held you while he slept, you weren't the only one anxious

He made you breakfast and made you laugh as he cooked

Your laughter had woken his mom and dad up, his dad went to speak up but Rio stopped him and just watched the two of you

42!Miles Morales

He had been in the middle of a job with Aaron when you called

He hadn't been expecting anyone to call so his phone loudly rang

He panicked and quickly picked up

"What is it Mami, I'm wor... Is everything okay?"

He asked as he heard something crash and you whimper

"My parents are fighting again... Can... Can you come get me Miles..?"

The way your voice shook when you spoke made Miles' heart ache.

"Yeah... Yeah I can do that... Can you hold out for an hour Amor?"

"Yeah... I-I can do that..."

"Alright, I'll be done with work by then. I'll be there soon."

Miles promised and hung up

His anxiety about your well being showed as he fumbled a bit on that "job"

He got you around 12 in the morning and you launched yourself into his arms, you had a bag on your back and you had been waiting on the fire escape for him.

"Hey, hey, you're okay. I've got ya, let's go see my mom? Yeah?"

He asked and all you could do was nod

Miles literally carried you towards his house

He didn't want you walking

"You've been stressed out enough tonight, lemme carry you"

Stressed and worried about you all night

Uncle Aaron picked on him about it, A LOT but eventually left Miles alone when he saw Miles jump up when he heard you whimper in your sleep

Miles didn't really sleep that night, but you woke up to him sleeping on the floor next to the couch.

You smiled softly and looked down at him

What would you do without him?

Gwen Stacy

You caught her just as she was about to go to sleep

"Gwen..?"

"Yeah? Are you okay? Usually you're asleep by now Y/N, somethin' wrong?"

Distant screaming made you flinch and whimper.

"No... My parents are fighting again... Can you come get me Gwen? I'm scared..."

You broke her little heart when you told her you were scared.

"Yeah... Yeah! I'm coming, stay put okay? I'll stay on call with you, I promise."

Her words comforted you and the entire time she walked to your house, she talked to you.

She would've gotten there quicker but she didn't wanna risk being seen as "Ghost-Spider" going to your apartment. For your own safety.

She snuck in through your window, fire escape, and helped you pack your bag

"My dad's never home anyways, stay as long as you need Y/N."

She said and the two of you started to walk back to her apartment

She kept making you laugh which lessened your anxiety

You ended up sleeping over at her house for a week, your parents didn't even notice

For the sake of this pretend there was phones in the 1930s

"Peter..?"

"Yes Darling?"

"My parents are fighting again, can you come pick me up,,? Please?"

"Of course, I'll be there soon."

You heard shuffling before the line went dead.

He showed up minutes later and made a bullshit excuse of why he needed to bring you out that late. Something about "I need something mended and I promised her I'd by the fabric, she just needs to pick it out."

You spent the night at his house

He slept on the couch

Miguel O'Hara

You worked at the same company, and he was your boss

You came in with bruises a few times, and he was concerned

So he made up a bullshit reason to give you his number

And it was a good move on his end

You called him around 9:15 sobbing, incoherant apologies came from you as you apologized for calling this late

Miguel was annoyed until he heard a male voice screaming and a glass shatter

"Y/N. Be honest with me. What's going on."

"My parents... They were staying the weekend cause they were just passing through and they started fighting and I-I'm sorry this was a stupid idea... I-I'll just be a little late to work to-"

"I'm picking you up."

Honestly? Miguel stopped listening after "My parents", he knew all about them.

When he showed up outside your house, you rushed out

And hugged him

You sobbed into his chest and Miguel just kinda stood there, like a fucking idiot, for a minute before wrapping his arms around you and gently rocking you. Muttering things like "You're okay, I've got you" and "You're safe"

He kinda just drove you around until you calmed down, then he got you ice cream.

He didn't know why, but he did

Ice cream always calmed Gabriella down, so he guessed it would help you

It really did calm you down

Miguel bought you a hotel room

You insisted you'd pay him back

He insisted it was fine

The two of you were close after that

Pavitr Prabharkar

You called him

Hysterically sobbing

And he was already on his way before you even told him your parents were fighting.

You were sitting outside, barefoot, when you saw him. You kinda flung yourself into his arms and he just held you close

Very worried boy

Kinda just stood there with you in his arms swaying back and forth to calm you

Poor baby didn't know what to do so he kinda just gave you a piggy back ride around Mumbattan until you were happy

His legs hurt after but seeing you smiling and happy again was worth it

Hobie Brown

You didn't really have to call him he just kinda knew

So he didn't hesitate to pick up

"Hobie... They're fighting again... I-I can't be here please..."

"Of course Luv' I'll be there soon"

Bro wasn't discrete

He straight up knocked on the front door

The sudden stop of yelling made you curious

You slowly came out of your room and saw Hobie leaning on the door frame

Made it good and obvious he was pissed

"Oh, just the girl I was looking for. Come're."

Hobie motioned for you to come to him.

He hugged you tight and gave you a kiss on the forehead

"You got an overnight back Luv?"

You nodded and he whispered.

"Go get it, I'll meet you at your window..."

You disappeared into your room and Hobie's calm voice filled the air, you didn't hear most of what he said but by the time you were climbing out your window he was there

"There you are Luv, come on. You're sleepin' at mine for a bit"

Peni Parker

After her Canon Event she was hyper aware of moods and activities of her friends, so you calling late at night made her worry.

"Peni!"

You screamed into the mic as a broke sob fell from your lips.

"Y/N? What's going on?"

"I-I need you to come get me... Please, my parents are at it again and I--I dunno what to do and they're screaming and the baby won't stop crying and and I'm scared..."

You babbled, bouncing your baby brother in your arms trying to soothe him. The sounds of screaming echoed off your walls as you sobbed, you weren't even aware that Peni was already half way to your house until you heard a knock on your window. You dropped your phone and fumbled with the glass panes until you fell into SP//dr. Peni's arms held you as she rocked you back and forth.

"I'll be right back Y/N."

Peni said with a kiss to your forehead and she disappeared, when she came back you heard the familiar chiming of a baby toy and the hissing of SP//dr's glass door shutting. Peni held your hand as you soothed the infant in your arms. Kissing his head softly you got him to relax and he was soon fast asleep, you slowly followed. Knowing Peni wouldn't let any harm come to you, you slept in SP//dr. You woke up to her humming along to some music she had in her earbuds, you rubbing your eyes and looked up. She was doing some homework, her hand in yours. You smiled softly and laid your head against her legs. The adrenaline had left your body, leaving you exhausted; even after your nap.

"You're amazing Peni... I think I could love you..."

Peter B. Parker

He's already a dad, so he knew something was off with you. You're a younger person, late 20s early 30s, and he just knew something was off when you messaged him. "Cabbage Patch"

It took him a minute to know what you meant by that

Cabbage Patch was code for "Help me"

When he arrived at your home, he didn't get to knock before you opened the door.

"Peter!"

You half yelled as you hugged him close, Mayday's babbling made you laugh through your tears. "AND YOUR DISGRACE OF A DAUGHTER IS A SLUT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY BOYS SHE'S SLEPT WITH!? ONE OF THEM IS AT THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

Your parents words hurt and you hid your face in Peter's chest, Peter's eyes narrowed as he rubbed your back.

"Hey... Hey it's okay kid, you're nothing of that. Come'on. You can stay at my place. How long are they staying?"

Peter asked as he lead you away, all you did was shrug and mumble out "as long as they want..." before falling silent again

You hadn't realized where Peter had lead you before an ice cream was shoved into your hand. You blinked away the tears and laughed gently as Mayday smeared hers on her father's face. Your laughter only grew when M.J. walked up to the table and slid some chocolate towards you and said.

"So I heard some bitches were harrassing you?"

Definitely tag-teamed to lift your spirits

#peter b parker #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #spider gwen #atsv hobie #spider noir #miguel o'hara #peni parker #pavitr prabhakar #M.J.#faeriesberries #ATSP Angst

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justsomerandomfanfic · 6 months

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It Had To Be You - Peter (Noir) Parker X Female Reader

Title: It Had To Be You

Peter (Noir) Parker X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Aunt May (Mentioned), Peter B. Parker, Gwen, Miles (Mentioned), Miguel (Mentioned), and a random old man (Mentioned)

WC: 3,963

Warnings: Post Into The Spiderverse, Post Across The Spiderverse, Pre Beyond The Spiderverse, typical Spider-Man canon violence briefly mentioned, domestic as hell, brief mention to injuries, teasing, banter, flirting, crying, Nazis mentioned very briefly, sad goodbyes, shattered glass briefly mentioned (nothing bad), spiders, death mentioned, spider bites mentioned, angst, and fluff

You were humming to a song that was playing from your phone speaker, shaking your hips side to side with the beat as you stirred the soup on the stove. Today was a good day. You woke up on the right side of the bed - cuddled up next to the love of your life - and took a shower before starting to make soup for lunch. This was a typical Saturday for you and your long-time boyfriend. You had spent the entire morning watching Netflix with him, lounging around, and doing nothing at all; minus getting up to make Egg Creams, cook up a snack, etcetera.

Two arms slowly wrapped around your waist from behind, a stubbly face dipping down to nuzzle into your neck; making you giggle a little. You felt the cool rim of his glasses brush against you, little wisps of his hair tickling your cheek. You switched the stirring spoon into your other hand, now freeing your more dominant hand to raise and slide into his hair, fingers combing through his soft, dark locks. "Afternoon, handsome," You whispered, leaning back into his embrace. You turned slightly so that you could see his face; your lips brushing against his forehead. He pulled away to smile softly at you, his circle glasses slightly askew on his face before giving you a kiss on the lips. You returned it warmly, feeling the corners of your mouth tugging up into a grin. The kitchen was quiet except for the sounds of your music echoing throughout the room. Pulling back, you looked up at Peter, unable to stop the smile on your face as you just looked at him. He stole your breath away, every time, every day. From his strong jawline, the little dimples on the corners of his cheeks, the little wrinkles near his eyes... His hair was ruffled and messy from sleep; adorable. The way his skin glowed golden in the sunlight pouring in from the large windows on either side of the kitchen, illuminated his handsome features; breathtaking. Even the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, always lighting up like Christmas lights. That gorgeous smile... You couldn't look away. Your eyes were drawn to his. "Did you sleep well, Pete? Good nap?" You asked, voice soft as you glanced at the soup, returning to stirring it so it wouldn't burn.

"Best nap," He muttered, his own voice deep and a bit gruff, still trying to wake himself up fully. He gave you another kiss on the lips before turning you around in his arms to face the stove once more. His arms lay secured around your waist, his chin gently resting upon your head as he watched you cook the soup. "What have you been up to, doll?" He asked, pressing a light kiss onto the top of your head. Your hair smelled faintly of vanilla and pomegranate from the shampoo you used this morning.

"I’ve been doing some reading." You sighed happily, smiling over your shoulder at him. He could tell by how relaxed you were. "As always," You let out a small laugh, making Peter smile. "Oh! Could you taste-test this for me, please? I don't know if I should add more basil or not..." You asked the man, turning slightly in his hold to look up at him.

Reluctantly letting you go, Peter nodded as you turned and scooped up a bit of the warm soup on the wooden spoon. Softly blowing on it, you raised the spoon up to Peter's mouth, who obediently opened his mouth and let you feed him; your hand coming up under his chin to make sure nothing fell. The sweet, creamy taste of mushroom filled Peter's senses, making him hum as he closed his eyes happily. When he finally swallowed, he smiled down at you, watching as you stared up at him expectantly.

"So..?" You asked, tilting your head slightly.

"It's perfect, Y/N." He chuckled quietly, making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

You looked down at the soup on the stove, turning the dial to 'warm,' "It doesn't need anything?" You asked, turning back to look up at Peter who nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I am absolutely sure, doll, the soup tastes phenomenal." You looked up at him again, a flush coming to your cheeks, causing him to lean down to press a soft kiss to your burning cheek. "And it smells delicious as well," He added, making you smile.

"Well," You began, biting your bottom lip briefly as you gestured to the soap with a smirk, "Get a bowl before I eat it all then."

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Sitting on the couch, you leaned your head against Peter's shoulder, watching some movie that you both were interested in. His arm draped loosely around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His free hand in his lap, he held onto a Rubik's Cube, half-finished; fiddling with it. Peter, normally, would've had his full attention on the TV screen, but every once in a while, he found his gaze being drawn to you. You were such a beautiful person. You were kind and gentle, thoughtful, and creative. There wasn't a single thing Peter didn't love about you. Peter loved you. You were his everything.

Five years ago, Peter was just minding his own business, working on taking down a corrupt politician, when he felt an odd sensation flow through him. His Spider-Senses activated, alerting him to danger, and that's when a very familiar portal popped up in his office, sucking him in.

He remembered falling, a searing pain coursing through him before he fell flat on his face in a rose garden. He didn't know how long he was out for, but when he opened his eyes, he groaned and sat up. Looking around, he found himself in a small yard, surrounded by flowers - slightly smashed from his landing - in what seemed to be the backyard of a small home. It reminded him a lot of Aunt May's. He finally realized that he must have jumped universes again. Since, unlike his world, he was seeing in all colors. No more grayscale. And though he was still having a bit of trouble recognizing most colors, he knew that the roses that he fell on were indeed the color red.

That's when you appeared, like an angel, immediately coming to the mysterious man's aid. You seemed not to question his attire, why he was in your backyard, nor his pale, grayscale face when you cleaned up a small rose thorn scratch on his cheek. From that moment, Peter knew that he was a goner. He was confused as to where he was, who you were, and why you were so calm and not scared by him; a man in a dark trenchcoat and fedora. He had just fallen into your backyard for crying out loud... How were you so calm?

Peter didn't have to wait long to get the answers to his questions. You answered everything. He was in New York, Queens, in your home, in the year 2023. You told him your name, which Peter repeated a few times in his head, in awe of you. That's when you asked Peter who he was, and he answered honestly. He was Peter Parker. He was Spider-Man. A small, sad smile had fallen upon your lips, as you listened to Peter explain his side of things; alternate dimensions, other Spider-Men and Women, villains, portals, everything. You listened to every word.

And that was the start of your friendship and later relationship.

Over time, Peter lost the urge to try and find a way back to his dimension. He had thought, just like last time, that his atoms would combust, but nothing happened. He was feeling fine physically and never glitched or combusted in the following days and even weeks to come. In the beginning, in the first few weeks, Peter tried all he could to find a way back, but nothing seemed to be working. No amount of books, research, or snooping around Oscorp and Alchemax helped. The misery that had befallen Peter was unbearable. He didn't want to give up, but there seemed to have been no way for him to get home. Peter had a rain cloud over his head, but you were the sunshine that broke through it and brought him back to life. You were the one who kept him going. You encouraged him to keep trying, to keep searching. You knew that he would find a way home.

But weeks turned into months, and months into years. And Peter forgot about his life in his universe once he fell in love with you. He had crippled his emotions for so long that he had almost forgotten how great it felt to be in love. And though he loved his universe, he loved you so much more. So, Peter made the choice to stay with you and had been staying with you for the past five years. And everything was like a dream.

~~~

"Peter, honey, are you alright?" You asked, snapping Peter out of his memories and daydreams, his eyes still on you.

Peter blinked, dropping his Rubik's Cube on his lap. He raised his hand to press it against his lips as he turned his head and cleared his throat. His pale cheeks tinted a deeper shade of light gray, which made you smile; that shade of gray had become one of your favorites. "I'm alright, doll," He answered, turning to face you once more, giving you a small, sheepish smile. "Just thinking."

“That’s dangerous,” You joked playfully, - earning an eye roll and grin - leaning towards him, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "About what?" You asked, admiring the man beside you.

Peter sighed softly, "The night we met," He answered, looking down at the Rubik's Cube. "And I was just thinking about you in general."

Your smile grew wider. Peter was so sweet to you. Sometimes you wondered if he even knew how sweet he really was. Sure, he said sweet things all the time, but sometimes he seemed too good to be true. How was he even real? Raising your hand, you gently slid the bridge of Peter's glasses up his nose with a finger, "I love you, Peter Parker," You whispered, leaning over until your foreheads touched. "More than anything in the world." Your eyes fluttered lightly as you waited for a response from him.

"I love you more, darling," Peter murmured back, resting his free hand on your waist as he pulled you closer. The sound of a soft knock interrupted the couple's moment, and you broke apart, both confused. "Were you expecting someone?" Peter asked, and you shook your head with a small, confused frown.

"No, I wasn't... You?" Peter shook his head slowly, rising from the couch and walking to the door, opening it cautiously; on high alert. Standing outside the doorway were none other than Peter B. Parker and Gwen.

Peter's eyes widened as he quickly let them in and shut the door, and you soon came around the corner, stopping at the sight of Spider-Man and the Spider-Woman. With a small frown, you moved your gaze from the two newcomers to your Peter. Fiddling with the way-too-big sleeves of Peter's gray, cable-knit sweater you wore, you stood next to Peter.

The two newcomers that you had assumed were Peter B. and Gwen, from the many stories your Peter would tell you about the fight with Doc Ock and Kingpin. They were staring at you with wide, shocked expressions on their faces.

"Um... Hello," You greeted awkwardly, waving your hand in the air briefly. "You must be Peter B. and Gwen." You continued, moving your glance to each of them respectively.

Peter B. then took a step forward, his eyebrows narrowed, "Sorry, but who are you?"

Your Peter slowly wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side, "This is Y/N, my girl... After I landed here a few years ago, she took me in and tried to help me get back to my own dimension..." He answered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke.

Peter B’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly, “A few years? How long have you been here?”

“And without glitching?” Gwen added, your eyes anxiously glanced from your Peter to the others, very confused.

"A little over five years," Your Peter answered, your arm coming up to wrap around his waist, fingers clutching onto the side of his black turtleneck sweater. “And that is still something that I have not quite put my finger on…” Peter muttered to himself, his eyes behind his circle frame narrowing slightly in thought.

Their jaws dropped, "Five years!?" Peter B. exclaimed, and you and your Peter nodded. “Time must work differently here…”

Gwen shook her head before she took a step forward, "We’ve searched for you in your dimension,” She spoke, lowering her white hood, “But you weren’t there… It took us a while to find you…”

“But we’ve found you, that’s all that matters.” Peter slightly interrupted, a look of determination on his face, “We need your help. Miles needs our help.”

You noticed your Peter’s expression darkened slightly, “What happened?”

You listened as Peter B. and Gwen expanded everything that had happened - the Spider Society, Miguel, Canon events, and so on - your confusion over everything seemed to lessen a bit; even when they brought up the clear time difference between your Earth-081962 and almost every other Earth dimension; which still confused you as to why your dimension was five years ahead of everyone else's.

“And with this device, we can help Miles,” Gwen gestured to the watch-looking object on her wrist, “And after, we can get you back to your own dimension.” Her voice held so much hope, you swallowed thickly as your mind raced.

Your Peter looked down at you, feeling your hand around him tighten slightly, but you didn't look up from the creme carpet. Peter was conflicted. The Peter a couple of years prior would've jumped at the opportunity to go back to his own universe, but now... Now all he wanted to do was stay here. With you. He couldn't bear the idea of being separated from you. "I need to speak with Y/N alone for a moment." He spoke up before leading you down the hall and into your shared room. "I'm not going to leave you." He spoke with conviction once you both entered the room, only for you to shake your head.

Quickly taking his hands in yours, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete, honey... You have to do this-"

He cut you off, shaking his head violently, "No, Y/N, please... I can't lose you." Peter pleaded, his eyes begging you not to make this decision for him. It broke your heart that he was willing to give up his chance to go home, to return to his own time. “I’ll come back to you after I help Miles.”

"Peter, you can go home! Back to your PI job and saving people from stupid Nazis." You tried to reason with him, tears starting to gather in your eyes, Peter's hands turning to hold yours, squeezing gently. “You can go home.”

"You're my home!" Peter countered, causing your breath to catch in your throat, tears streamed down your face. "You're my home, darling," His voice broke, but he held his ground. "I can't live without you." His eyes softened, but he remained firm. "Please, don't do this."

You let out a small sob, your shoulders shaking lightly. "Please... Peter..."

"I love you." With those words, Peter released your hands, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly against his chest. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, gripping onto the back of his turtleneck sweater. For a minute, neither of you moved. Neither of you dared to move an inch. Neither of you dared to breathe. You both just held on tight.

You pushed your face into his chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you rubbed your cheek on the soft material of his sweater, "I love you more," You breathed out after a moment, sniffling, "But you have to go home after you save Miles."

"Y/N, darling-"

Pulling back, you moved your hands up to cup his stubbly cheeks, staring into those dark eyes that you loved so much. "I need you to go home." You stated, letting your thumbs brush away the stray tears on his cheeks; hating the words that were coming out of your mouth. "I've loved every single moment that I've got with you, Peter, but... But I need you to go home, honey."

Peter closed his eyes, letting his head drop to rest against yours. He let out a deep sigh before suddenly dipping his head down to capture your lips with his own. You gasped softly, returning his kiss, tears began to roll down your cheeks, mixing with the tears that were falling from Peter's. The kiss was gentle yet desperate, and it left both of you breathless, pulling away slowly. His lips pulled away reluctantly, leaving your lips feeling cold.

"Go save Miles, Peter." You muttered, pressing your forehead against his. Peter nodded slowly, tears filling his eyes. Giving you one last kiss, he slowly backed away from you, unable to break his gaze from you. "I'll see you some other time." You finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

At the door, Peter paused, bracing himself on the doorframe, "At least that's better than 'goodbye.'" He tried to joke, smiling weakly at you, but you could see how broken he looked, and you felt the same. He took a deep, shaky breath. "See you later, doll."

And then he was gone. You stood there, staring at the doorway, hearing muffled voices, the front door shutting... And then silence. Walking backward, you plopped down on the bed, staring at the wall. You took in a deep breath, letting a shaky breath out afterward. Your chest seemed to tighten, you felt as if your heart had stopped beating. You placed your hand over your chest, rubbing it gently. Closing your eyes and taking another deep breath, you focused on the feeling of your hand on your beating heart, but it all came crashing down. Tears erupted from your eyes, pouring down your face like a waterfall.

~~~

Walking down the street, you shuffled past the other busy people, either going home or heading to their late shift at work. You were heading home from yours. You had just recently been hired at some research facility - Alchemax - as an accounting assistant. You did want to try for a more scientific job, but they weren't hiring for that sort of position, overall, it was definitely keeping you busy. And you had to keep yourself busy, so you didn't think about Peter. It had been around six months since Peter left for his dimension, and you'd lost count of how many times you'd thought about him. How many times have you thought about him when you woke up at night, half your mind thinking he was right there beside you in bed? Every time you subconsciously began to make Egg Creams, only to realize you had no one to share them with. And every time you heard a song on the radio that reminded you of him, you felt yourself unwilling to finish the day's chores. Every hour that went by felt like an eternity.

But your job was good, paid well, better than the last one that you had when Peter was with you. You were pretty curious about the research the facility was even doing, they were secretive about it. You didn't ask questions, you followed orders and made sure the numbers were all lining up correctly, but you still wondered. However, before your mind could theorize whatever could be happening, you felt someone run into you.

You fell to the concrete sidewalk with a small 'oof,' looking up to see an old man in front of you; also on the sidewalk. Getting over the initial shock, you looked around, seeing what looked to be shards of glass on the ground around you and the man. Before you could say anything, the man went into a panic, looking around the ground frantically. Suddenly, he got to his feet, running off.

You let out a huff, pushing yourself to your feet and brushing off your legs. Thankfully, no glass had harmed you. Letting out a sigh from your nose, you headed back down the sidewalk, ignoring the burning sensation on the back of your head from the slight embarrassment you had gone through.

Once you finally made it home, you quickly got inside and shut the door; locking it. Toeing off your shoes, you kicked them to the side before dragging your feet to your bedroom to get out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable; exhausted after the long day. Tossing your bag on the bed, you riffled through your closet, finding a pair of gray sweats - that were definitely not Peter’s - and fuzzy socks. Trying to find a comfy top that you felt like wearing, your hand paused on one. The gray, cable-knit sweater, one of Peter's sweaters; your favorite one. Without a second thought, you pulled it over your head, your hair becoming a bit frazzled in the process. Pulling the collar up, you took in a deep breath, only to frown. It had already lost his scent. The accords of lavender and mandarin, the hint of sandalwood.

Walking back into your bed, you sat down, still clutching the sweater tightly in your hands. Looking down at the piece of clothing, you sighed. You loved the sweater. It was way too big for you, the sleeves passing your fingers by more than an inch, the hem reaching around mid-thigh. But you couldn't stop missing the smell of Peter's cologne that was embedded in the fabric. And you’d ever smell it again.

You laid back on your bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly to your chest. Shutting your eyes, you let out a sigh. You were about to get up and make yourself some dinner, but then you paused. Frozen, you felt something small crawling on you. Immediately, you jumped up, feeling the tickling crawling start to wander down your arm. Quickly, scrambling to pull up your sleeve, you watched as a small, red spider crawled up your arm and onto your hand, and before you could do anything, you felt a sharp sting.

You yelped in pain, hitting the spider off of you, and pulling your hand to your chest. Staring intently at the small spider on the ground, it was all curled up; dead. Letting out a deep breath, you jiggled around a bit, creeped out from the feeling of the spider running along your body. Sitting back down, you planned to take care of the spider after checking your hand. Pulling your arm back, you looked at your hand. Raising it up in front of you, you winced slightly at the sight of a large red bump on the middle of the back of your hand. It looked terrible…

Feeling a bit odd, you blinked repeatedly. Bringing another hand up, you held your head as a huge migraine began to form behind your eyes; your mind foggy. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to calm down. Shaking your head lightly, you squeezed your eyes shut, a ringing starting to sound in your ears. You could feel the headache growing, burning. Then you opened your eyes, suddenly becoming very aware of everything around you. And then... Everything stopped.

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