"Hey, Y/N? I wanna tell you something." Peter said.
Y/N let go of his Peter's hand, not noticing how Peter 2 flinched at that as he followed him somewhere more private. "What's up? Are you okay?"
"I wanted to tell you... That I lost my Y/N. I tried to save him, but I wasn't strong enough to keep him from dying." Peter 2's lips started to tremble with emotion as tears started to form in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sure you did everything that you could to save him." Y/N told him with sympathy.
"It wasn't good enough. But I wanted to tell you... be good to each other. Cherish every moment that you spend together. Every kiss. Touch. Fight for each other."
Y/N nods. "I will."
Peter 2 nodded and cried hard as he couldn't feel the invisible hands of his own Y/N's ghost hugging him.
I miss them. I miss these days. I miss the big discussions about whether there would be the three versions of Spider-Man live action.
And we need to talk about Andrew Garfield being the only one able to free his hands because he was an assertive king when his Spidey suit was being made (in 2010/11).
you can think of any Peter Parker you fancy <3, I personally am obsessed w ps5's version atm
he knows it's fucked up, he broke up with you for a reason- a reason that's unavoidable to him. he needs to keep you safe and protected, even if it's not with him and when the sinister six start their plotting, pulling him down to his knees he does it- he breaks it off, but not before he pushes you away.
it starts small, missed calls, texts and then missed movie nights, work parties and then, it escalates to missed dates, missed hangouts with your family or may, missed hangouts with your friends until he starts being a no- show when you need him the most.
he thinks it would make it easier, to dissappoint first and let you down slowly, before he has to deliver the finishing blow.
he says it's for your own good, and as you look at him with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall over your lashes, he closes his eyes for a minute- "it's for her own good, it's for her own good, it's for her own good", before he hears a sniffle from you, and opens his eyes. he's met with a steeled gaze, teary but angry. it's good he thinks, he can take the anger- as long as you're away from him and safe.
"you're a coward, peter parker", you say, standing for a good minute to see if he'd react but he only looks down- trying not to cry, pained to hear those words from you.
you, who'd always said that if he was anything then that was good, you, who vented about jameson's malice filled reports about spiderman and said- "spiderman gives hope to the people, he fights the good fight, NYC is grateful to him and jameson can get his head out of his ass if he ever wants to take it to the streets".
he hates that your spunk is now driven to hurt him, intentionally or unintentionally, he deserves it either way he thinks, and he'd take it- he'd take it a hundred times over just so you'd be safe and protected, just so you'd live your life, live up to your potential as you always do.
the hope he gives, an extension of the hope he'd seen you give to him generously, kindly and gently. from the day he met you he knew he'd give his heart to you- to keep and to break.
he's honored regardless to have his heart kept in the safety of your palms and then crushed to pieces in between them, even though he guided the motions.
it's worth it he thinks, even if both your hands are tainted with crushed hope and a love that he feels he no longer deserves- 'its for her own good'.
Y/N walked towards the living room, where his boyfriend and his two Doppelgängers were watching TV. Their eyes were glued to the screen, until Y/N came into the room. "Oh, hey, Y/N. What's up?"
"I need some advice and you guys will tell me the truth right?"
"Of course." Peter one said.
"The truth about what?" Peter two asked.
Instead of answering, Y/N turned around and unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to reveal a pink g string over his lower regions. He shook his ass in their collective faces, as he innocently asked: "Be honest. Does this pink g string make me look fat? Does it make my ass look too big?"
All three Peter Parkers could do was just stare at the pink string inside the crack of Y/N's ass as they desperately wanted to see the full package of his newly acquired underwear.