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Maybe I Can't Fix Him

๑ BND! Peter Parker x reader

— After two years dating Peter you finally find, by accident, the note he once wrote for MJ four years ago, and that's your last straw.

!!: angst no comfort . spoilers free . no use of y/n . messy breakup . +1.2k words . not proofread A/N: I wanted to join the Peter fics tsunami too :3 and an angsty movie needs an angsty fic so i'm here to report duty.

New York is a cold place in winter. Snow falls like stars from the sky. Perfectly small, delicate and beautiful. It covers every street in a thick white layer, and during the day kids can be seen playing and making snow-man’s with it. 

Regardless of the freezing temperatures, Spider-man has to step up and save the day, every day, like he has done for the past four years. 

It hasn’t been easy; not because of the cold, but because of everything Peter has been going through these past years that was slowly mending thanks to you. 

You were helping him rebuild the Peter from the past—the joyful, nerdy Peter. You came like an angel into his life, shining bright, ready to save him. You gave him time, gave him space, waited for him to open up to you whenever he wanted to, and listened attentively once he gave in. 

Then you started dating, and suddenly Peter’s life had a real reason to go on—not just the vain hope of a better future. He had a real person waiting for him, who loved him—not just the memory of what once was his life and the people from his past. 

Now it wasn’t MJ’s memory pushing him forward, it was the reality of you waiting for him at home. And you were worth it. For you he tried to arrive home after patrol as clean as possible. This meant less blood, so you would worry less. However, he very well knows you would be waiting for him with everything prepared to cure his wounds. And he loves that.

Luckyly for both of you, today wasn't that bad. He took a few punches, but there’s no blood in sight, and no wounds for you to worry about.

After confirming by himself that the criminals had been successfully arrested, and the victims taken care off, Peter swoons away from the crime scene to his house.

The cold air filters through the fabric of his suit. Snowflakes settle on his body, making him wet. He may arrive uninjured, but the second he enters his house he will need some warmth and a big hug from you. 

Sadly, anything but warmth was waiting for him at home. 

You had been ugly crying for the past hours, alone in the nightly darkness of your room. 

When Peter enters through the window the first thing he hears are your cries. He is quickly taking off his mask and throwing it to the floor when he hears your sobs. Afraid of seeing the worst scenario his mind has made up, he turns on the light of the room. 

He isn’t met with you beaten up to death and covered in your blood, no. You are simply laid down in his bed, still wearing your outside clothes, and with your hands tightly gathered against your chest.

“Hey, hey! Babe, what happened?” He asks, stepping closer to the bed.

He is worried, he truly cares for you, but he also notices the crumbled paper you are holding. That makes him stop. He doesn’t even question if the note you have is the one Peter is thinking of, he doesn’t need to. The cup from Peter Pan Donut & Pastries is on top of your nightstand, empty, because the note is in your hands. 

“I’m sorry” he apologies. You stop crying and clean up your cheeks from the tears, then you look at him dead in the eye.

Your entire mood has shifted. Just a few seconds ago you were pouring your entire heart out to your solitude, and now you were looking at your boyfriend like you wanted to kill him. 

“I didn’t even remember I still had it,” he tries to excuse himself.

“Don’t lie to me, Peter.” Your voice is harsh, distant, and painfully straightforward. His eyes keep switching between you and the note in your hands. “Don’t lie to me like you did four months ago.”

Four months ago you had discovered he was Spider-man. He hadn’t been able to tell you, never brought it up, and even with his suit in your hands he tried to deny it. It felt like a betrayal, and still you forgave him. 

“Look Peter, this wasn’t even the reason I was planning on breaking up with you–”

“You want to break up with me?” He cuts you off. His face falls, his eyebrows knit together and his lips press into a thin line. 

You feel bad. Peter is an amazing person, but he’s not ready for a relationship, not in this state. He’s also not the kind of person you are looking for. 

“Look I think it’ll be best for both of us,” you try to explain.

“I swear, I don’t care about MJ anymore,” Peter says with a hand on his chest. His eyes shift again to the note in your hand. 

“But you still keep the note,” you remark calmly.

Peter stays quiet for a few seconds. You’re right, and he doesn’t even know why he has kept that note. He doesn’t want to get back with MJ but she was a significant part of his past life, before making everyone forget about him. Maybe he just wanted to have her back in his life, but not in the same way it was. 

“I’ll throw it away,” Peter says with fake confidence.

“You don’t have to. Again, this is not the problem,” You insist.

“Then what is?” Peter asks, desperate to understand. 

“That you are never here!” You shout. “You’re never here. Since I found out about you being Spider-man you had started spending less and less time with me. You’re always taking care of something.”

“But that's my job,” he defends.

“I know. But you’re letting Spiderman consume you, you aren’t Peter anymore. I’m dating Peter Parker not Spiderman,” you state, eyes firm on his bruised face, but your soul is breaking into pieces. 

“But, I’m both. I am Peter and I am Spiderman!”

“But Spiderman leaves in the middle of our dates every time, and Peter can’t seem to forget his ex,” Peter can see the pain in your eyes, even if there hasn’t been a single tear falling from your eye since he entered the apartment. “I don’t deserve this.”

You were right, with everything. Somehow MJ couldn’t leave his mind, even after four years her memory still haunted him, and you don’t deserve that. You deserve someone who loves you and, at the same time, who can give you their attention and full devotion. 

He has fucked this up, and there was no going back. 

Peter tears away his gaze from your face to the floor, and that’s when he sees it: your bag, full of your things, waiting to be taken away from this place.

“So you’re leaving.” Not a question, a realization. Your silence after that is enough of an answer to Peter. “Fine. I’m sorry.”

The silence filling the tiny room is uncomfortable and none of you knows what to do next, so you take the first step. You fold the note delicately before leaving it back inside the cup, for then to pick up your bag and put it on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry too, Peter.” Those are your last words before leaving the apartment. 

The argument was surprisingly quick, but painful nonetheless. Inside the apartment, Peter stays still with his heart broken into pieces, and his body wet and cold. And you, now walking to your old apartment through the streets of New York, cleaning your tears as they begin to fall from your eyes again. 

Two broken souls that have untied from each other, that were never meant to be. 

HELLOOO LUVIEE

35. Who is your celebrity crush?

This is the perfect moment to manifest, so pray with me 🕯️🕯️🕯️Kimi Antonelli 🕯️🕯️🕯️

70. What was the last concert you saw?

Jacy my love I'm sorry it took me this long to answer you 😔

23. describe your dream date

I would LOVE to go to a fancy restaurant, to use my beautiful long dresses that I don't get to wear anywhere. My date doesn't even need to pay for both of us, I can pay for myself, I just want an excuse to dress and look pretty lmao

41. Top 10 favorite songs

YES. yes, because actually (☝️🤓) if you do the compatibility test with our names we get 93%, which is basically 100%, so mathematically we're soulmates trust 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (tumblr isn’t letting me upload the photo but i did the math i swear)

it's not a request tho! just an idea <3 xoxo have a great week! 💐

HELLO I'm sorry it took me so long to answer you, I didn't realized you sent the ask, I'm sorry 😭

But thank you so so much for liking Mr. Goodreads and Miss letterboxd. I'm very insecure with my smaus because I feel that I can't give enough details for people to empathize with reader and Jason, or understand their relationship, so this means a lot, really.

And your idea is really cool, I swear, but with every request I have to do for my 1k event, i'm not sure if I'll be able to do it. I'm sorry.

thank you for asking Neil and I love this questionnn💕

the first one has to be never used to death. I really think is the best angst I've ever written. And it's short, it doesn't take more than two minutes to read. My favorite out of every fic I've written. I'm so proud of this one.

then I would suggest the last drabble I've posted. another fic of bruce, shorter than never used to death, but way happier lol. one of the sweetest fluffs I've ever written.

Then my most popular drabble: how would Jason Todd kiss you. people love this one, and I get why, I'm still obsessed with it ngl.

Also the THEMEEEEE !!!!

luvie ml thank you for asking 🫶🏻

for me THE legendary lovers are James Potters and Lily Evans. Hands down. period point blank. I'll fight anyone who dares to disagree. They are just so perfect and i love them.

And also either Kori and Dick, or Barbara and Dick. Like every time i listen to the song Legendary lovers i think of Dick and whoever comes to my mind first (even with reader in fics). That man is the legendary lover standalone.

And then, from my fics, i also think that bookstagramer!Jason an cinephile!reader are legendary lovers, made for each other, soulmates...

“I love you” are very difficult words for BRUCE WAYNE to say. 

He’s not good with his words, and he is not good with his actions either, but he tries. 

The second Bruce starts taking you as his plus one everywhere, or when you start staying at the Manor some nights, or when you finally get to meet his children formally, you know you have started a relationship with Bruce Wayne. 

To have a relationship with Bruce is a big deal. Anyone could end up in his bed, naked and satisfied. But not anyone can say they are formally dating him. That’s your privilege. 

Still, he has never said “I love you”. Not once. 

You love him, and he knows it—you’ve told him many times. In a lazy, honeyed voice right after you woke up. In an enthusiastic voice, full of affection, every time he gives you a new gift he bought for you for no reason at all. Whispered, like a secret, every time you comfort him. Moaned when he touches you…

You love Bruce Wayne, everything about him, without exceptions. 

He knows.

But does he love you?

He cares about you—he cares deeply. Your wellbeing is important to him. He often calls you, or texts you to check up on you. He prioritizes you over anything else, even himself. 

He admires you, worships you. He never misses an opportunity to compliment you. How beautiful you are, how your dress enhances your beauty impossibly more. For him you’re ethereal, too good to be true, too good to be his.

And he for sure makes you remember you’re dating the billionaire Bruce Wayne. He showers you with presents. But each one has value, meaning, a story behind them. He’s thought each one through carefully before giving it to you. He also takes you to every gala and stays by your side, making sure you’re comfortable with the place and the people. 

He cares for you, admires you, and gives you everything you could ask for.

Then he must love you.

But you’re longing for him to tell you. You want to hear those three words come out of his mouth. You want him to confirm it—for your sake and for his own.

And maybe you think that, after all this time with Bruce, you could guess the moment when he’d finally say it. Maybe one day, whispering it in your ear at a gala. One day, moaning as you make love. One day, with a painful physical effort, while you’re by his side after a tough night as Batman.

But not now. Not like this.

“I love you.” His voice has that normalcy not many have the privilege to know, because they only know the charismatic Bruce, but not the relaxed, off guard Bruce you love.

He had cut you off. You were telling him about your day at work, complaining about the people, about how much your body ached from the exhaustion, and meanwhile you were walking around Bruce’s room. While telling your story you had picked up your nightgown from the closet, then walked towards the bathroom to clean your face, then walked towards your bag to pick up something. You hadn’t stopped moving nor talking.

Meanwhile, Bruce was looking at you, following your every movement and listening to your every word attentively. He even hummed in approval at some of the comments you made. And then he cut you off. 

You were at the climax of the story, and then he cut you off.

To say “I love you”.

Everything stopped, and suddenly you felt the room fading. It was only you and Bruce.

He had a small smile on his face and his eyes never moved away from your figure, never hesitated. 

Then he said it again. 

“I love you.” Followed by your name.

Bruce Wayne loved you, and so did you.

And those three words were complicated for Bruce Wayne, until he met you. He just needed to find the right time to say it, so you would believe him.

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A/N: enjoy this drabble while I finish my long fic

Dick Grayson does a specific thing with his tongue whenever he’s focused that drives you crazy. 

He doesn’t poke out his tongue in the usual way everyone might be thinking of, no. 

He starts by moving his tongue around his mouth and puffing out his cheek with it. Then, with his mouth slightly open, he licks his upper teeth slowly—so slowly it’s almost torturous. He even stays like that for a while without noticing. The best part comes when he quickly licks his lips and inmediately presses them together into a thin line and narrows his eyes.

Sometimes it doesn’t end there. Whenever he fails an attempt at whatever he’s trying to do, he throws back his head and a deep, frustrated, but goddamn sexy growl comes out of his mouth. 

This happens often, and you love it every single time. For example, right now: Dick trying to fix whatever was wrong with your apartment’s freezer. He is very focused, very sexy. 

You didn’t know what might be the problem with your freezer, you just knew that the floor under it was wet and all the food you had there was not frozen at all.

Dick, like a good boy and amazing boyfriend he was, offered you his help to fix it so you wouldn’t have to buy a new freezer. You, and your obsessed and horny ass, were not going to decline that offer. 

That’s why you were now sitting on the sofa, admiring your hot boyfriend, who didn’t have a shirt on, fixing your stuff. What a sight.

“Need help there, handsome?” You ask from the living room.

He leaves the flashlight on the floor next to him, before turning around to face you. “Nah, but I’m a little thirsty,” he says. A smirk making its appearance on his pretty lips teasingly. 

You stand up from your seat, walk to the sink, fill up a glass of water, and give it to him. “Have you found out the problem yet?”

He drinks the entire glass of water in one gulp and wipes his mouth with his hand. All of this while looking up at you with his deep, mesmerizing blue eyes. 

“No,” he says, giving the empty glass back to you. He frowns, clearly annoyed by his slow—almost nonexistent—progress. 

“You’ve been spending way too much time working on my freezer. I think you need to take a break…release some stress,” you suggest. Your intentions are clear, and Dick understands what you’re trying to say by just looking at your hungry eyes.

Dick chuckles, delighted to accept your request, and stands up. He picks you up bridal style and here’s when your fun begins.

And thank god Dick Grayson is a perfectionist with absolutely everything he does, that way you can see his reaction while he’s focused on you. 

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A/N: you know guys I'm not writing smut so you gotta imagine it...

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