Requested by ghostwriter3456: After Y/N forgets who Peter is, he tries to keep his distance and let her be happy, but he does this not knowing that Y/N freaks out every time Brad gets couply with her, because deep down, she knows that he's not the one for her. One night, Y/N goes over to Peter's, and kisses him. The kiss makes all of her memories come back, and so she and Peter get back together.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter stood at his locker, his heart feeling numb like it had done for every day since Y/N had forgotten him as he carelessly shoved everything that he didn't need into the metal box.

"Hey, dude." He looked up and gave MJ a small smile as she walked towards him.

"Hey." He mumbled, the pair of them fist-bumping as Peter looked down into his backpack.

"How are you holding up today?" She asked as she leant against the locker beside his, and crossed one of her feet over the other. Peter sighed and looked back up before looking over his shoulder, tears pricking his eyes and his heart breaking at the sight of Brad's arms wrapped around Y/N, and her smiling right back at him.

"Same old." He muttered, making MJ sigh and rest her hand on his shoulder in reassurance as Peter's eyes wavered. It had been a month since Peter had rescued Y/N from The Vulture, and therefore had been a month since she had woken up thinking that she was dating Brad. Of course in that time, Peter had reintroduced himself to Y/N and so they were friends, but of course Peter wanted to be so much more, like they had been before she had been taken. He wanted to kiss her again, to curl his arms around her waist and hold her into his body. But...he couldn't. She seemed happy with Brad, she always had a smile on her face when he was with her, and so as much as it fucking killed Peter, he had resolved to loving her from a distance, and letting her be happy. Even if that did break his own heart every. Single. Day.

"She'll remember one day, dude, I promise. You just have to be patient." MJ sighed and shook her head.

"Yeah, well, it's hard to be patient when I see the love of my life in the arms of the asshole who played into her memory loss in order to steal her from me." Peter spat quietly to himself before he slammed his locker shut. He looked back at Y/N, his eyes widening slightly and his heart jumping in his chest as she was already gazing softly at him in return. She bit her lip and gazed at him with a small smile, making the boy gulp harshly and desperately try not to cry as he returned it. God, what he'd give to have her remember the truth in that moment. But he knew that that wouldn't happen.

"Come on, we have math." He mumbled, MJ giving him a small smile as she playfully ruffled his hair, and the pair started to walk.

Y/N's P.O.V

I stood at my locker, my hands moving by themselves as they put the books that I didn't immediately need into the storage space.

"Hey, baby." My heart jumped, but not in a good way as Brad's voice called out behind me, and his arms curled around my waist to pull my back into his chest.

"Hey." I chuckled nervously as I turned around in his arms to face him as I hesitantly rested my hands against his chest. It had been a month since I had been rescued by Spider-Man, and I had to admit that things felt off with Brad. Admittedly, I couldn't remember what our relationship was like before that day, but something always felt not right about him. His hair didn't feel the same when I ran my fingers through it, it didn't feel curly and soft like I remembered it being. His lips didn't seem to be as thin and smooth as I recalled, not to mention how harshly his hands now gripped my body when he tried to initiate anything. Not that I let him, it always felt so alien and wrong to me that we hadn't done more than kissing yet. Suddenly, my gaze flicked to move past Brad, my heart fluttering as my eyes landed on Peter and MJ standing across the hall. My heart fluttering as my eyes landed on Peter. I didn't know exactly what it was about the kind and gentle boy that had come to be a good friend in the last month, but I had to admit that it felt like there was something deeper there. My heart would flutter every time that he looked at me, my mind giving me thoughts of how soft he would be to cuddle in bed, how gentle he would be to kiss. Suddenly, the boy looked at me, his eyes widening slightly as he saw that I had already been looking at him. I bit my lip and gazed at him with a small smile, my heart swelling with how fucking cute he was as he gulped and returned my smile.

"Babe."

"What?" I snapped back, Brad's voice pulling me harshly out of my blissful daydreaming as I looked back at him.

"I asked how my baby girl was." He smirked and bit his lip as he curled his arms further around me, and rested his hands on my ass. My eyes widened slightly at the action, my smile forcing itself to stay on my lips as I tried not to physically cringe at the situation.

"Y-yeah, I'm good." I nodded, making him return it and lean in to kiss my cheek. I gulped and looked past him again, my eyes wavering as Peter and MJ were now gone. But fuck, what I'd give for Peter to come back.

Brad and I sat on his bed, our eyes glued to our books as we studied. Well, I studied, at least.

"Baby, let's stop, I'm bored." Brad sighed as he took the book from my lap and threw it onto the floor with his own.

"Brad, I came over here to study with you." I scoffed and looked up at him.

"Well, I have something more fun in mind." He smirked, making me gulp as he leant in and kissed me. I returned it but kept my eyes open, the feeling of this all being wrong getting stronger with each kiss as he cupped my cheek and pulled me closer.

"Brad, stop." I mumbled as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"Why, baby? We're about to have some fun." He smirked, making my eyes widen as he curled his hand around my neck to pull me closer.

"No, we're not, get the fuck off of me." I spat before shoving him off and shooting up from his bed.

"Y/N, what the fuck?! Why are you such a fucking prude?!" He scoffed.

"Because this just feels wrong, Brad. I've not been able to put my finger on why, but not one second with you in the last month has felt right." I gulped and shook my head.

"Babe, come on, you're just being paranoid-."

"No, Brad, I'm not. I know that it's not you. I know that you're not who I'm meant to be with, I know that you're not who I was with before my memory loss. But, I think that I now know who that really is." I nodded, my eyes wavering and my heart violently jumping in my chest at the idea that I would be wrong. If I was wrong, that would break me. But if I was right, well...it would fix me instead.

"Whatever. I'm not about to have sex with a fucking prude, anyway." He scoffed, making me return it and shake my head as I grabbed my stuff and shoved it into my bag.

"Fuck you, Brad." I nodded before rushing out of his room.

I rushed along the hallway of Peter's apartment building, my heart pounding so violently in my chest that I was afraid that it would jump out as I got to my best friend's door. I knocked my fist against it loudly, every fibre in me praying that I was right about this as I eagerly waited for the door to open. As if on cue, it did, Peter's eyes wavering as he saw me.

"Y/N? What are you doing here-." Before he could say anything else, I took his face and pulled him down to smash our lips together. His eyes widened but he quickly returned the kiss, both of our eyes fluttering shut as his arms curled around my waist. I didn't need to feel any more to know that Peter had been the boy that I was meant to be with, not Brad. Peter had been the one that I had been remembering. His lips felt soft and gentle against mine, his hands gliding over my curves with such care as I wrapped my fingers around the curls that I had missed so much. All of the memories were flooding back to me, every movie night that Peter and I had had, every date, every night that had ended in sex. It was all coming back to me, and I couldn't be happier if I tried. I broke the kiss and looked up at Peter, him gulping and returning the glance as his eyes flicked over my face.

"I remember everything, Pete. It's you. You're my boyfriend, you're the love of my life. And I'll never forget that again." I whispered and shook my head. Peter choked and let out a sigh of relief, making me smile and bite my lip as he leant down and joined our foreheads together.

"Baby-fuck, I was worried that you'd never remember." He choked and shook his head.

"Well, I do. I remember. I remember you." I nodded. He returned it and bit his lip before swiping my legs from underneath me, making me laugh and squeal as he picked me up bridal style. He leant in and smashed our lips together again, me returning it and my heart feeling happy for the first time in a month as he carried me into his apartment, and shut the door behind us with his foot.