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winterspiderpurrs · 1 year

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Okay but imagine..Imagine...

While Peter was blipped Tony is reviewing old video/voice recordings that Karen stored.

And maybe there is clip where Peter is visiting a kid at a hospital. Amd maybe he told the kid his name or maybe even removed his mask. And later on Karen questions why he did that.

" I have really good hearing. And I know what it sounds like when a heart is failing..... "

" When Uncle Ben died that sound haunted me for a long time. The struggling of the heart beat and the stuttering to stop... the silence. "

" it was so weird going to sleep and only hearing May's but atleast I knew she was there cause of it ya know"

Fast forward. Snap. Mysterio. Multiverse.

Peter unpacking a box in his new apartment after everything. Maybe he finds a teddybear or an Ironman plushie. He didn't remember having it before the blip but it was a gift that showed up after the snap. Maybe it's been several months since he has settled in.

Maybe late one night when he was filling extra lonely he decided to pick up the plushie and hug it as he laid in bed. That's when he heard it.

Tha ump. Tha ump.

Peter sitting up staring at the bear.

That's Tony's heart beat.

#writing prompt #dont look at me #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #dealers choice #sad peter parker #irondad

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imnotgoinghome · 2 years

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Peto Burrito

Summary: Peters always cute, even when he’s sad.

Peto burrito. The so gracious name you had giving your boyfriend when you were 13. Peter had a tendency to wrap himself up in a blanket when he was in a bad mood or when he was sad. The first time you had ever walked in on him in his burrito form was quite a surprise to you, but eventually you got used to it.

You had walked into your boyfriend’s room to find him wrapped up in his comforter.

“Oh no, it’s a peto burrito. What happened this time?” You asked as you walked into his room, closing the door behind you. All you got was a grunt in response, which you fully expected. You walked over to the side of Peters bed, stepping over his shoes that he had obviously thrown off. You got down on your knees by the side of his bed, tapping his shoulder.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that” Peter muttered quietly.

“ if you don’t look at me I not going to be able to talk to you..” you said sarcastically, tracing shapes onto his shoulder.

“I don’t wanna.” He pouted as he turned to face you, bringing the comforter with him. You looked at him sincerely. You knew every time he turned himself into a burrito all he needed was someone to comfort him. Whenever Peter was sad, he was clingy. And when no one was there to cuddle him, he wrapped himself in a blanket.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked him in a hushed baby like tone.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. I just wanna lay her and die” he pouted as he untangled himself from his comforter and made grabby arms for you.

“Someone needs a hug” you said as you stood up and took your shoes off, getting in bed with your oh so needy boyfriend. You quickly adjusted yourself in his arms, his grasp tightening around you.

He sighed contently after a beat of silence. You could tell something was bothering him, but you weren’t going to push it. If he wanted you to know, he would tell you.

“Y/n?” Peter said looking down to met your gaze.

“Yes?” You responded, sounding almost like a question.

“Are you happy?” He asked you. You were taken aback by his question. You were happy? Of course you were, you loved Peter. But why would he ask you that? Did he just want clarification? But you told him that all the time. He knew you loved him and that you were happy, so why would he ask you such a question?

“Of course I’m happy. What makes you think I’m not?” You asked after a beat of silence, still confused as to why he would ask you that.

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s just, there are so many guys out there who have ten times as much as I do and they’re stronger then me and just…… more.” He said quietly, the sad tone obvious in his voice.

You quickly sat up, bringing Peter with you. You looked into his eyes, the suddenly it clicked. “Peter Parker, you are the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. Your strong, brave, and drop dead gorgeous. It doesn’t matter what other people think, It matters what you think. I don’t want to sit here and listen to you talk bad about yourself because of a stupid comment that Flash made. I want you to listen to me, ok? I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care about you.” You said staring at him, dead serious.

He looked off, reverting his gaze. He thought about what you had said, replaying it over and over in his head.

“Wait how did you know about Flash?” He asked genuinely curious how you just knew, taking in the fact that he never mentioned Flash once.

“What can I say, I just know everything” you said dramatically flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“Your funny” he said in a slightly better mood now that you knew. “But like seriously how do you just know everything?” He asked, wanting a real answer this time.

“I only knew it was Flash’s doing because you got that look in your eye, but something’s I just know.” You said with a sincere smile. You looked down at Peter’s lips and then back up at his eyes, as if you were asking permission to kiss him. You didn’t want to push if he didn’t feel like kissing, but he gave you a small nod letting you know it was okay.

You slowly leaned in and brushed your lips over his, which wasn’t a very good idea considering the fact that he gently cupped your face and pulled you back onto the bed as he fell, his head landing on his pillow. You were flush on top of him now. He leaned up to kiss you for real this time smashing his lips against yours, almost as if he had longed for you touch. But, you weren’t going to complain. It was nice to make out with your boyfriend when he was all cuddly and cute. Even though he was sad, Peter was always so adorable when he turned himself into a Peto Burrito.

#peter parker x reader #cuddles #sadness #sad peter parker #cuteness

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444jiya · 1 year

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foolishly, peter wants his mum, he wants his dad. he wants the people that were meant to be there for him since day 1 and the people who were meant to raise him into a young gentleman. he wants the people who were meant to laugh and joke with him, but also reprimand him when needed. he wanted his parents.

peter wrapped his arms around himself as he sat on the floor next to his messily made bed. he shuts his eyes tightly as if he could try to imagine his dad ruffling his hair lovingly and his mum kissing his forehead. foolish. he knows. but he couldn't help himself; he just missed them so much. it hurt.

moments like these were sharp reminders that he was abnormal for having no parents. no loving family. sharp reminders that at his core, he was truly just the 'quiet boy', and no body else. he was flawed, works in progress. that he was expected to relapse into behaviour not fit for such a cruel world. that excuses needed to be made for him. that he needed real kids with real parents to vouch for his worth.

peter let out a single tear. the tear flowed down his face alone. just like peter had been for all his years. and how he would be for the remainder of his years.

foolishly, peter wants his parents. but they're not here and peter wants them with a yearning ache that pierces through him - a visceral feeling he cannot escape.

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lyssismagical · 2 years

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excerpt from a fic I'll finish one day

“Doing grief before, doesn’t mean it makes it any easier.”

“What do you want me to say?” Peter says again, voice raising more than he intends it to. He feels like he’s on the edge of a precipice, staring down at a bottomless pit. If he steps over the ledge, he’ll never come back out again. “That I was there when it happened? That I held his body as he died just like I did for Ben? That I had to be pulled off the corpse by Rhodey because I refused to let go? That my last words to him were I’m Sorry? Is that what you want me to say?”

Ned hesitates before nodding slowly. “At least that means you’ll be talking about it, processing it, taking the first step to moving on.”

Peter’s hands are shaking. He links them together on his stomach, doesn’t move his eyesight from the ceiling. He doesn’t want to see Ned’s face, pitying or desperate to help in that Ned way.

“I felt it when I died,” he admits, eyes watering at the memory. “It didn’t happen all at once like it did with everyone else. It was slow. Painful. Like my body was trying to heal while being torn to pieces. Tony held me. I told him I was sorry, that I didn’t want to die. He held me as I died and then five years later, I held him as he died.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ned says. He sounds like he might cry too.

* In which Pepper and Tony both die in the final battle leaving Peter to pick up the pieces and become Morgan's guardian.

#secondhand sorrow #lyss writes #lyss talks #peter parker #ned leeds #irondad #morgan stark #parent peter parker #sad peter parker #spiderman #endgame au

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inferno-ontherocks · 2 years

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The aftermath... (Part 2)

#Spider-Man #Peter Parker #spiderman fanart #marvel fanart #post nwh #no way home #spiderman no way home #post spideychelle #procreate #digitial illustration #art on the rocks #sad Peter Parker

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loveeari · 6 months

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y'know after no way home i like to imagine that peter parker built his life back up one day at a time like he dealt with a lot of the pain and hurt and forged a path to do what he needs to do. Like he got into a good college in NY for his sciency degree cuz i forgot what he does. He also slowly figured out how to make firend again.

Peter learns to mourn for his friends and family but also learned how to move on.

so it's three years later right and stephan strange is at the sactum doing wizardry things and he finds some type of spell or smth and what happens is that it fixed the memories of the people closest to peter or whatever.

so now a lot of people are remember who peter is right and peter kinda moved on in a sense emotionally like he's 21 years old and he has new friends and family and figured out a way to juggle spiderman to so like he's vibing right???

now he peter got people calling him that he thought would never call him ever again and now he doesn't know how to deal with all of this.

#this idea won't leave me alone #spiderman #marvel #sad peter parker #moving on #ned #mj

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veggiewrapwithhummus · 2 years

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hehehe look what i made

#peter parker #spiderman #tom holland #spiderman no way home #mcu #marvel #my art #spider man no way home #mcu spiderman #no way home #sad peter parker

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fandom-specific · 9 months

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peter parker: goodbye again

Peter on the anniversary of Ben's death over the years.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #writing #fanfic prompt #fanfiction prompt #prompt #writing prompts #fiction #angst #peter parker #marvel #aunt may #uncle ben #sad peter parker #homecoming #far from home #no way home #customtag4

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jamiejamesbarnes · 2 years

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Now you know good and well-

#peter parker #sad Peter Parker #irondad #aunt may #mary and richard parker #uncle ben

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irlplasticlamb · 11 months

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kazia parkerowska aka spider star is an 18 years old polish doomer art student who got bitten by a radioactive spider and then convinced (khe khe forced) into a superhero role by her kooky hippie auntie majka. woohoo. nothing better than to save the world when you don’t give an absolute shit!

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medieval-hippie · 7 months

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Original Female Character(s), Peter Parker & Original Male Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Jason Ionello, Roger Harrington, Principal Morita (Marvel), Original Characters Additional Tags: Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Spider-Man: Homecoming Compliant, Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie) Compliant, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Teacher Peter Parker, Secret Identity, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, @mcu: give peter parker his friends back dammit, Rated teen for swearing, Texting, IM SORRY THIS KINDA TURNED INTO A CHAT FIC IM SO SORRY, pushing my spider-man wears high tops agenda, Italian Peter Parker, Polyglot Peter Parker, Polyamory, Queer platonic relationships, neither of those two tags are between peter and his students, POV Outsider Summary:

It's 2030. Our favorite webslinger is now a teacher at Midtown High, along with one Michelle Jones and one Jason Ionello, the only problem is, no one remembers who he is because of Dr. Strange's spell. Enter: Peter Parker's 4th period AP Chemistry class, who's determined to figure out what the fuck is up with their favorite teacher

(working title: what the shit, mr parker?")

#fanfic #my fanfic #peter parker #teacher peter parker #sad peter parker #mcu

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nanaonmars · 1 month

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everytime i think about the fact that tony literally invented time travel for peter just for peter’s existence to be erased from everyone’s memory i lose ten years of my lifespan

#mcu #peter parker #tony stark #found family #angst #LIKE THATS HIS DAD 😭😭#irondad #and i am iron sad 😔#spiderson #iron man #spider-man

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444jiya · 2 years

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tw: suicide, mentions of sh, blood, pain, heavy angst

summary : peter's at the lowest part of his life and thinks suicide is the best way out of his pain and misery.

[it was time]

peter couldn't get the tears to stop, they kept flowing under their own will as it seemed like someone had turned on the water faucet and forgot to switch it back off again. he felt his arms get heavy, his eyes get heavy, his legs get heavy, his heart get heavy as he collapses on the floor. too mentally and physically tired to get himself to stand back up again. as time progressed, he couldn't hear anything else except his own heaving and wailing.

he prayed silently that someone would come and save him and help him out and hug him until he felt better again. he wanted someone who was his friend to come. or just anyone in general.

but nobody came. peter was alone. he looked around once more before the realisation hit him again. he was completely and utterly alone. and he would be forever and ever until he died off old age or maybe even suicide depending on how sad his life got. now he just had to wait for his death to arrive and for him to be killed or for him to kill himself in a gruesome manner.

with all these thoughts rushing into his mind, there came more tears flooding and streaming down his cheeks. all he wanted was a friend who was genuinely there for him and for him being himself. peter managed to grasp his phone with his shaky hands and scroll down his whatsapp contacts to try and see if there was anyone he could talk to. spoiler alert: there was nobody. nobody there for him at all. although he appeared to have many friends, none of them would be prepared to come here and sit with him and take care of him until he felt better.

once his sobbing reduced to small sniffles and hiccups, he realised that he had nothing to do. nobody to call. why sit here and try to stop my crying when i could be ending my pain now? the small voice in the back of his mind slowly said, 'nobody is here for you. everyone's let go of you.' for once that voice didn't seem annoying or painful to listen to. its saddening words were a small comfort to the boy as he realised the voice had been right all along.

he needed to leave. his time had come to an end. quickly rushing over to his cramped study space, he got out a small scrap piece of paper and scribbled down an apology before dashing to his bathroom and trying to get out anything that could help his suicide.

for the first time ever, he felt the slightest bit of happiness and joy. everything was going to end. the tears, the being alone, the sadness, the pain. everything. a small smile found its way onto his face as he got out some of his aunt's pills she had lying around that had the words, DO NOT CONSUME OVER 2 TABLETS EACH DAY AND KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN.

the first warning he had to ignore because how else was he going to get rid of the pain? and as for the second warning - he didn't think it applied to him. his mind was well beyond his years. any other fifteen year old shouldn't have the thoughts he had or experience the feelings he felt or comply with the urges he felt. so he didn't really see himself as a fifteen year old.

with one final breath, he quickly downed each pill followed by a small sip of water to help wash it down his throat. peter coughed in between taking each pill but he knew it had to be done. there was nothing else he could do. eventually the whole bottle was consumed as he sat on the cold bathroom tiles and thought to himself and reflected on his life and his future dreams and hopes of becoming a parent and experiencing the happiness of raising his own child who would be nothing like him and his hope of getting a good education and getting a good job. all those dreams slowly faded away from his mind with every last breath he took.

his time was coming and he would be dead in a few minutes, maximum. he smiled to himself as he felt the tears come down once more. he wasn't really sure why he was crying but he didn't try to stop himself or do anything to try and muffle them. so what if someone was in the house and heard his gut-wrenching sobs? it was too late; he had downed a whole bottle of toxic pills. and it didn't even bother him one bit that he was actually doing this.

he had always told himself, 'i'm going to kill myself soon' but soon came and passed as he got too scared and chickened out each time. but now, even though his final straw was over something a bit silly, at least he was doing it.

in a few minutes, he felt himself coughing dangerously as blood came up and he spat it out. he continued sobbing more heavily as it hurt a lot. but it had to be done. there was no other way to end his pain once and for all. as a massive puddle of blood formed on the bathroom floor, he took another trip down memory lane and remembered all those happy moments he had.

with his aunt's friend's five year old daughter, he remembered dancing along to the music of uptown funk with her and then her slipping because the floor had just been cleaned but they both ended up laughing anyway. he remembered the moment his friends tried to push him down the zip wire at his seventh birthday party but failed miserably as he ended up going slow anyway but they all laughed it off.

usually when he tried to think about his good memories, his bad thoughts would come and intrude rudely and he had to pray to get those bad thoughts out of his mind. however, this time he would do anything to let them come and interrupt his brain. he didn't want the feeling of regret crawling up his back and into his mind, but it seemed like it already was. and there was nothing peter could do about it. he couldn't call someone on his phone because he left it in his room and felt too weak to get up. he couldn't yell out for help because his throat felt hoarse and hurt so bad.

he slowly felt his legs going numb and when he tried to get up, but he just fell down, he let out a blood-curdling scream of both realistion and fear. he was dying. actually dying and nobody could come and help him and sort him out and get him the medical help he currently craved and needed desperately.

he quickly ended up vomiting due to the feeling of sickness and saw nothing came up but blood and a bit of pasta, which was the last food he had eaten. in a desperate attempt to call out, he banged his hands against anything close to him to try and make a loud noise. to his dismay, nothing worked and he remained there still as his arms slowly went numb as well. no-one to save him.

the tears came streaming down again but faster and quadrupled the amount there was before. he didn't think this through! he wanted to live! he mumbled incoherent sentences to himself as more crying happened because of the immense pain he was feeling. he felt numb but at the same time, he felt like his body was on fire and somebody was crushing him under a building. a gruesome death. just like he had hoped for before when he was crying in his room. right now he would give anything to be alive and not have the feeling of death slowly but painfully trying to kidnap his soul out of his body.

nobody told him death would hurt this bad. just then his head turned to the empty pill bottle that had been tossed on the floor not too far from him. if he wasn't currently dying, it would be a piece of cake to grab the capsule bottle and read the contents. using all his strength and might, he managed to grab the bottle and rotate it so he could read what it was for. it included lidocaine, which he remembered learning about in science class. it was a drug used to numb the body! he suddenly felt very stupid for not reading what the pills were about.

it was too late though. he was dying and his limbs were placed in an uncomfortable looking state and his clothes were covered in red blood. he could feel himself becoming more and more light-headed. it was coming. it was time for peter to go. he didn't want to go, but there was nothing else he could do.

when his eyelids became too heavy to keep open and everything in his sight was being doubled, he let them close and let darkness take over him. his mind became blank as he felt himself slowly dissociating with the world in general. it was time. and he knew it.

#peter parker #angst #writers on tumblr #authors #no way home #spiderman #sad peter parker #homecoming #poor peter

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dimensionzero · 11 months

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