Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Time Loop (& final sign-off)

Gosh, it's been a while, huh? Did ya miss me? <3

I've been busy - life hit me kinda hard, I'm in my last semester of college (I'm graduating a year early with a Bachelor's degree in Biomedical & Health Sciences, i.e. not an easy degree), I've got a job too, free-time is a thing of the past, I've been working on books in a different fandom and, well, let's be honest: the MCU kinda fell off. I'll always love Peter Parker but Marvel/Disney is crap now and it's kinda put me off all of it. And with being a college student, money and free-time being scarce means I didn't even go see Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (tho I heard it was good). 

And ik, ik, the stuff I've been churning out is...odd? That's a nice way of putting it lmao. This one-shot is no different, but I read a book that took the idea of a protagonist being stuck in a time-loop and made it into a romance, so of course I got inspired. And uh...I wrote this 5 months ago. That alone makes me depressed for the state of this one-shot book, but it's been up since 2017. Will I ever come back full time to write for it? I have no idea. It'll always remain up, you can count on that, but I'm going to mark it completed because apparently that's what the Wattpad algorithm prefers. Will I add to it? Probably. But who knows? Life takes you where it takes you, and I'm at a point in my life where my life is going to change a lot and I'm just along for the ride. 

But hey, it was fun while it lasted, and if this is it, I just want to thank all of you for joining me for the journey. Since y'all are my pseudo children (what I started calling my readers since I look at you guys so fondly), I wish y'all the absolute best in life and I hope you achieve whatever you're after. Your interests will change and you'll sometimes end up going places you didn't think you would, but that's life, baby. I love you guys <3 and I hope you enjoy! 

~

You heaved a sigh, your eyes staring at nothing in particular. You'd been staring at nothing for long enough to know it was odd behavior—like all the odd stares your way didn't clue you into that. But you didn't care. You couldn't bring yourself to care about anything, it seemed, and that was just the tip of the iceberg containing all your worries.

The waiter—the man who had checked in with you about every hour or so—came by once more. His gaze was sympathetic, bordering on unnerved. Or maybe that was just worry and you were looking too far into it. "Are you ok, (Y/n)? Anything I can get you?" His tone was soft, sweet, but that was just like him. In the hundreds of times you'd talked to him today, he'd always been a total sweetheart.

Yeah, you read that right: hundreds of times in one day. You've no doubt heard of Groundhog Day or Happy Death Day, both popular retellings of: character gets trapped in a time loop surrounding the same day, and they do countless things in that repeated day to find a solution to break the loop. With Groundhog Day, it was learning to be a better person. For Happy Death Day, it was preventing the main character's own death. But your hell had no purpose. At least, not one you could find. You were already a good person so you became a saint. That didn't break it. You had never died in your loop so there was no death to prevent.

You had searched your brain up and down, scoured the internet through and through, but you found nothing. Nothing had worked, and you were fairly certain you'd tried everything. You'd stopped counting the days after 150, and you weren't sure you wanted to know how many times you'd seen the exact same scenarios pan out. You could quote everybody around you, word for word, without so much as a scrunch of your brow as you tried to retrieve the memory. It was as impressive as it was depressing.

You slowly drug your eyes up to Peter, the waiter. You'd learned his name hundreds of days ago and stopped bothering to come up with an excuse to 'learn it' every reset. "Hey Pete. Nah, I'm ok." Your smile was cracking at the seams and it was obvious he could tell but he kept his smile professional all the same. You glanced around the restaurant- well, it was more of a small cafe than anything, but they served more than coffee and donuts. There was never really anybody in here so you didn't have to worry that you were taking up a table that could've gone to a paying customer, but you asked all the same. "Do you need me to move?"