↳In which two people, trying to move on from the loss of their lovers, find themselves fated to one another.
pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x female!reader
warnings: NWH SPOILERS! angst, mentions of infidelity
a/n: hi my loves I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update this fic. It’s a little rushed and I haven’t edited it but I wanted to get it out to you all for Christmas. There will be an epilogue after this. I hope you all love it. Happy holidays! 🩷
You felt a little bit of normalcy being back in your own world. It had been a year since the multiverse events. You resumed work straight away and threw yourself into it. That was the only way you could distract yourself from Pretty Brown Eyes Parker. Your dreams were constantly plagued with him, manifestations of what could have been. The life you two could have lived. So work you would if it meant it would keep the heartache at bay.
And it did work, for a little bit. It was only until you see the first fall of snow that you felt that sharp pang in your chest again. Yes you were safe and had decided to befriend your Peter and Harriet. You thought when Peter arrived at work it was to see Harriet now that she was off maternity leave but it was to see you. He wanted to make emends and invite you to baby May’s 1st birthday. To say you instantly fell in love with baby May was an understatement, strangely enough there wasn’t one part of you that was jealous or sad anymore. Your heart without you giving any permission belonged to someone else, someone worlds apart.
Every time you saw a flash of orange your heart leapt in the hopes that Pete came back for you, that somehow he begged Doctor Strange to open a portal back to you. But alas it was always a traffic light or shop sign.
“Thank you for being here Y/N, it means a lot to Harriet.” Peter of your universe pat you on the shoulder in a nostalgic way, you smiled and nodded your head and handed him baby May’s birthday present. “Actually, I go by MJ now.” You smiled at Peter in a friendly manner. There was no love between the two of you anymore, but you remained civil. Besides, you only had eyes for one Peter now and it sure as heck wasn’t this universe’s one.
The party went along in a blur and you found yourself fiddling your keys, the familiar Empire State keyring missing that you gave to Pete made your keys feel light and mundane now. You chuckled and pushed yourself off the wall you were leaning on, making your way to Peter and Harriet you bid them farewell and made your way out onto the snowy street.
You cursed under your breath for not bringing a warmer jacket for you walk home. You had rushed straight from work to the birthday. Pulling your lab coat closer to your chest you shoved your freezing hands into your pockets, you furrowed your brows when your fingers brushed against cool metal. You pulled the object out of your pocket and realised it was Doctor Strange’s ring.
You had forgotten that you had kept it. Looking down at the ring you clutched it tight in your fist before running home.
You were going to do it.
You were going to make your way back to him. You didn’t care how, you two belonged together there was no doubt about it.
When you got home you quickly packed a backpack with all your special items and things you needed. Clothes and other things were replaceable, a love like that wasn’t.
Grabbing some paper and envelopes you wrote a resignation letter to your work, a letter to Peter and Harriet and one to Gwen’s family. They would think that you moved countries for a work opportunity. But unbeknownst to them you’d be in a whole different universe.
There was nothing keeping you here anymore. Running downstairs to the postbox you quickly sent the letters off before preparing yourself for this new journey.
Slipping the ring onto your fingers you took a deep breath and tried to recall how Strange moved his hands to open the portal. Closing your eyes and thinking only of Peter you moved your hand in a circular motion until you felt heat and saw a bright light through your eyelids.
You gasped, it had worked.
Stepping through the portal you made your way into an unfamiliar apartment building. Walking around you observed all the photos on the wall, and there his smiling face was. You were in the right place.
Taking off your backpack you placed it by a gorgeous Christmas tree. You smiled at all the spiderman decorations on the tree before your hand stopped at a familiar keyring. Peter had placed the Empire State keyring you gave him in the centre of the tree. You let out a sob, this confirmed that you weren’t insane for traveling across universes for this man.
You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the door open. Before you could move, a dog ran into the room and licked you. It was a brown Labrador. You leaned down to pat the pup and noticed its name was Mocha. Your favourite coffee.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your chest warmed. You were seconds away from seeing the light of your life. The man who gave you hope and made you feel loved within minutes of you meeting him.
Hearing footsteps coming closer you looked up to find Peter walking towards the kitchen across from where you were standing. When he called out to Mocha and she didn’t respond Peter turned around to face you. Eyes wide, jaw slacked he dropped all the groceries that were in his hands. He blinked and rubbed his eyes as if he were dreaming. He looked as beautiful as the day you lost him. Fluffy brown hair tucked under a beanie, plaid jacket and scarf hanging off his lean frame.
“Y/N, a-are you really here?”
All you did was nod your head, afraid your voice would betray you. That was all it took for Peter to rush over to you and embrace you tightly. Together the two of you wept in eachother arms.
Peter brought his hands to your face and cupped your cheeks. “So I’m not dreaming?” You laughed and pulled the familiar handkerchief he had given you, bringing it to his face to wipe his tears. “No you’re not Tiger, I’m real. I traveled across universes for you.”
Peter let out a laugh of joy before pulling his lips to yours in a kiss that one would describe as something from a romance novel or movie. You always dreamt that your first kiss with Peter would be sweet and gentle but how wrong were you. This kiss was passionate and full of need. All the pent up emotions, the grief, the longing was packed into one kiss. After a while you broke apart breathless. Peter’s face streamed with tears again as he kissed your forehead.
“Are you here for good?” He whispered, waiting for the pin to drop and for the two of you to be separated again. You smiled affectionately at him and stroked his cheek, he looked at you like a lost puppy. “You and me forever Pete, that is if you want me?”
His eyes widened “Are you kidding me! I literally wished for you under my Christmas tree this year and here you are.” He lifted your feet off the floor and carried you to the hallway. Sheepishly he pointed above to the roof where a piece of mistletoe hung.
“I mean… rules are rules.” Peter blushed, waiting cheekily for a kiss. How could you say no to him ever again. Grabbing his cheeks in your hands you kissed every inch of his face.
summary: after a few encounters with the friendly neighborhood spider man, you let him in on a little secret. your crush on your best friend, peter parker.
warnings: typical tasm violence, blood, but mainly fluff.
a/n: guess who misses writing for peter parker & marvel ? that’s right, me ! decided i’d write for the character who started this whole journey since it’s been a while. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3.
“shit, salem!” you tried reaching for the cat. she crying, now stuck on the fire escape as it was down pouring. you didn’t even know how she got out, one minute she was laying on your bed, the next she was gone and you heard her pitiful cries.
“cmon, love” you tried luring her back but she didn’t budge. so there you sat, on your windowsill partially getting soaked. “you tried reaching out to grab her by the scruff but almost fell yourself. a pair of arms quickly retrieved your body and helped you back to your window, “are you alright?” his voice laced with familiarity. “yeah, i’m fine. just trying to get my cat” you answered, pushing wet hair sticking to your forehead away. he looked at you from behind his mask, then a few feet away spotting the black cat.
he slowly approached the kitten, “hey there” his voice was soft, almost calming. he carefully took the cat in his arms, before handing her back to you. “i’d say both of you take a warm shower. don’t want you catching a cold” he chuckled.
that was your first encounter with the neighborhood's spiderman.
since then, he would always stop by and you both would sit on the windowsill just to talk. and always careful to not let the cat out again. he knew some of your secrets even your best friend didn’t know.
“so, have any boyfriends?” he abruptly asked, causing you to burst out laughing. “me?” you pointed to yourself, “no.” you shook your head. “not at all. the guy i like isn’t interested.” the super hero stopped by again one weekend while you were eating lunch.
peter felt his heart sink a bit, you liked someone? why haven’t you told him? “why do you say that?” he asked. “just, i don’t think he sees me like that. we’ve been friends for over ten years now. i guess i’m just afraid of rejection.”
“well you look like shit.” peter chimed, coming up to you in the courtyard and sitting in front of you at the picnic bench. “yeah, well, that’s what i get for pulling an all-nighter” you sniffled. “why were you up all night?” he blinked “chem test, remember?” you said, taking a swig from your water bottle. he nodded, taking his backpack off and setting it next to his feet. “of course. it’s always chem” closing the water bottle you nodded, “well, i was out yesterday and i picked this up” he changed the subject, digging in his backpack and pulling out a cassette tape. “found that i didn’t know if you already had it”
you picked up the cassette, eyes widened as it had been the only one missing from your collection of one of your favorite artists. “peter? how did you know?!” you grinned examining the condition of the item. “i know things, about you y/n” he laughed, resting his head on his hand.
you sat on your windowsill, peter hanging on the fire escape. “what’s that?” he asked pointing to your walkman. “oh!” you beamed, reaching for it. “it’s a new cassette my friend got.” showing him. he took it into his hands, peter recognizing the tape. he smiled underneath the mask. “that’s cool” he handed the device back to you. “who got it?” he asked.
you sat the walkman back in your bedroom. “peter” you answered. “i collect cassettes, and he found it yesterday. it was the last one i needed to complete my collection of my favorite artist” you smiled. “that’s awesome. cool interest too” he rubbed his latex gloves together. “peter is..” you trailed off. “he is the guy i like. he told me he remembers things about me” you shrugged.
peter looked at you, had he not been obvious enough? he thought that his actions were pretty clear, with all of the gifts he’s given and small things he remembered about you. he always looked forward to being with you. it was the highlight of his day. everything you did amazes him, your beautiful mind, and your creative ways. so, when it became a routine for his persona to stop by and hang out, he took it for granted. he got to see you.
within a second, you heard sirens from around the block. “oh shit” you mumbled. peter felt his body tense as he stood up. “i’ve got to go.” he swung off your fire escape. you yelled for him but he was already gone.
you were a bit worried the whole night. what’s bad happened? it wasn’t on the news just yet but you heard the screams and yells from pedestrians. it made your heart race and stomach churn.
it was close to midnight when he appeared at your window.
tap tap tap
you walked over in a hurry, opening the window and revealing a soaked spiderman. in blood and the rain. you didn’t know what to say. you were freshly out of the shower and you quickly opened the window.
why would he come back to you?
he came back because you were his best friend. it was time that he finally told you the truth about this facade. now, he was almost unconscious on your balcony. it was bound to happen for you to find out who he was and it so happened it would be tonight.
“oh my god…” you breathed, quickly helping him inside. he held his side, as you lead him to the bed. peter was in a lot of pain, he knew his sides had to look pretty bad from falling from far above. you sat him on your bed, eyes wide staring at him. “what happen?” you asked, and he shrugged. “i don’t know. i was swinging, there were these guys. it was a huge fight, and the next thing i knew i was on the pavement, and now i’m here” he groaned, gesturing to his side. “okay, um..” you looked around your room for anything, then you thought about your mothers first aid. “stay here, i have something that will help.” he nodded, watching you leave.
peter leaned his head back, he felt suffocated in the mask but knew it would probably be awkward for you to just walk in and see your best friend. so he decided to suffer until you came back.
this was the time he took the time to look at things in your room, random posters you had, and some cute little things to give your room character.
when you walked back, a large kit in hand and a few rags. “i have some things here i think will work” you said, and sat the items on the bed. “my mom taught me how to use this so you’re in good hands.” you hummed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “if you don’t want me to see your face, i understand but at least let me tend to your side. it’s bad.” peter knew he looked pretty bad, so he got his suit off which was ripped pretty badly and revealed his back and sides. both covered in dark bruises, scars, and fresh wounds. “god..” you gasped.
peter didn’t know how bad it was until seeing your reaction. sure he would heal quicker than others but it didn’t mean it never hurt. as you gently began cleaning his wounds, making sure all the dirt was out so he wouldn’t be at risk for a possible infection, he watched you. studying your face this time, the way your hair laid, or how your nose would scrunch up if you thought you were hurting him.
“good news, i don’t think it’ll be infected.” you hummed, applying the ointment. “this might sting” you looked up at him, his face was still masked. “mhm” he looked away, shutting his eyes preparing for the sting.
as you started pressing the cloth onto his skin he hissed in pain, “i’m sorry!” you panicked, but he shook his head. “continue.” and you did, finishing cleaning the wound so you could put a bandage over it. you tried to get it over with so he wouldn’t be in much pain. “okay, done” you finished wrapping his torso with a bandage wrap. “is your face okay? i understand if you don’t want me to see it but at least take something before you head home” you suggested. you were afraid to overstep with peter, he had always kept his identity from you since day one.
you heard peter sigh, this was hard for him. he looked away for a few seconds and finally determined to reveal himself to you. when he ripped off the mask his curls bounced back, but when you realized who it was, your world fell apart. “jesus..” you breathed. your eyes met with his brown ones, and you could feel your heart skip a beat but you had to focus. “peter?” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes. seeing him so hurt, obviously this fight must’ve been incredibly bad.
“shh, hey hey” he grabbed your face, making you look at him. “i’m okay, i swear” he couldn’t stand to see you cry. you shook your head. “pete. why didn’t you tell me?” you croaked. “i couldn’t. not when this stuff happens. i had to keep you safe” he wiped your tears away, gingerly.
you got a clean rag and gently dabbed around the scab, and cleaned any other marks on his face. not once did peter take his eyes off you, “say something. please” he begged. you leaned in and placed a couple of bandaids on his face, “there.. that should hold you over” you looked away putting everything back into the kit. peter grabbed your hand, stopping you. “y/n.” he said, you whipped your head around and looked at him, locking your eyes again. and he pulled you in planting a kiss on your lips. it lasted for a few seconds until you both pulled away. “i’ve been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted “pete..”
“i like you, y/n. i have for the longest. i love you, y/n”
you stared at him, biting your lip. “i really, really hate you in this moment peter parker.” you let’s few more tears fall, but he laughed causing you to laugh. “it’s about goddamn time, parker.” “cmere” he held his arm out for you, and you fell into his sweaty but gentle embrace. “do i get a second chance?” you nodded, “of course, you do. i don’t know who i’d be without you.”
Hello! I'm a new follower and I love you're writing! I was wondering if you could do a fiction of Andrew Garfield x reader? I'll leave the scenario up to you :)
Not Exactly As Planned
Andrew Garfield x GN! Reader
Synopsis: Andrew has been acting suspicious lately and you've all but convinced yourself that he's cheating.
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurities, Y/N insert
Gif credits to owners!
"I'm telling you, Andrew has been acting strangely lately." Your best friend raised her eyes at you in an accusatory gesture. "Stranger than usual..." You trailed off, returning her look with an annoyance laced one of your own.
"I'm just nervous...you know?" You let your eyes wander to the cup sat in front of you. It's once sugary taste now bitter to you with the revelation of your confession.
Your best friend sat her own cup down, "So what? You think he's lying to you? Cheating on you?"
"I don't know, but its hard not to rush to the worst conclusion."
"Blah, blah, blah, you have trust issues. I know! But trust me that man would rather sit on a hot iron before ever hurting you!"
You rolled your eyes, "You're right..."
"Yeah, I know I'm right. Now finish your drink so we can go, the guy I went on a date with last weekend is right there." She rushed from her seat and dragged you up with her. You struggled to finish the sip you were taking as she jostled you up to your feet.
As you two walked away, you spoke up again. "'Sit on a hot iron?'" You turned to her so you could read her expression.
"Hey! I never said I was good at metaphors. Only relationship advice!"
"If only you could apply your advice to your own love life." You said pointedly.
"Hey!"
Later that night, you were sat on your couch watching tv, alone. Andrew had yet to come home. You were worried of course, but that worry soon warped itself into a different kind of worry. You were once again worried about your relationship.
Although your friend had attempted to help you push away those negative thoughts, they began to creep in once again. Then crept in the insecurities. And now you were no longer focused on what was playing on the television.
It wouldn't hurt if you just snooped around a bit, would it? I mean it was your apartment too. A quick peak wouldn't do any harm, you concluded, and lifted yourself from the couch.
Moving towards your bedroom, your heart began to beat faster. Not sure if you would find something or get caught. But you pushed the fear aside and walked to Andrew's nightstand.
You pulled out the top drawer, seeing only a few pictures, a book, and some other random items. Pulling out the bottom drawer, you lifted up a few papers to peak further in. Only to find nothing but more papers. One day he'd have to organize all of this, you shook your head, and lifted yourself back up to your feet.
You sighed, now you had to face the closet. You had a feeling you'd find nothing in the nightstand, but somehow knew the closet would be a different story.
You began to shuffle through his side of the closet. Moving things aside to get a better look. You even dug through his dirty to clothes to look for marks on his shirts or receipts in his pockets. Nothing!
You were about to give up when a box at the very top of the shelves caught your eye. Tilting your head, you had never noticed this box before. You decided that must have something in it.
So, you grabbed a chair from the kitchen, dragging it into the closet behind you. Pushing yourself onto it, you reached up to grab the box. You were just about to have it fully in a safe hold when Andrew walked into the doorway and startled you by asking what you were doing. Somewhere between you dragging the chair across the apartment and you dangerously balancing on top of it, Andrew had come home and heard you.
You jumped slightly, letting the box fall from your hands and almost falling off the chair. Andrew caught you by the waist and helped you stabilize yourself.
He laughed at your clumsiness, "What are you doing?" You looked around trying to find an excuse, he followed your frantic movements. Both of your eyes then landed on a small black box. He met your confused look with his scared one.
"This is not how this was supposed to happen." He concluded suddenly.
"What?" You were confused as you looked at the little box again. Oh. My. God. That was a ring box!
"Well I guess, since I probably can no longer surprise you with it." He moved to pick up the box, getting down to one knee. "Y/N, I love you so much. You are my soulmate. And this isn't exactly how I wanted to do this but in a way this is very us. So, Y/N will you be mine forever? Will you marry me?"
You nodded your head quickly, squeaking out a yes. He stood and pulled you into a hug. Tears began to fall from your eyes as he slid the ring onto your finger.
"I had this whole thing planned, I was going to take you to dinner. Walk along the river, to this beautiful candle lit stage." He hummed in thought.
"I thought you were cheating on me." You admitted.
"What?" He pulled away in shock, trying to read your eyes.
"Well, you were being suspicious and sneaking around and I just thought the worse. That's why I was snooping around."
"Oh goodness, love, I never meant to make you feel like that. I just really wanted to make it special for you." You shook your head, reaching your hand up to stroke his cheek.
"It's okay, I'm kind of in a just got engaged high now. Nothing can bring me down." Suddenly you pushed out of his arms and ran out of the closet.
I’m sure Peter’s mind would be blown the first time you go down on him 🥵
ohhhh yes i love this nonnie, thank you so much!! this went from innocent!peter to nasty!peter
blown - tasm!p.p.
SUMMARY: peter's thought about you like this before but nothing compares to real life.
WARNINGS: smut; oral (m receiving), no sense of dom/sub, slight degradation, breathplay, 18+ MINORS DNI
the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.
MASTERLIST
Peter's running his hands through your hair, pushing you closer to him so you kiss his neck harder. You're sucking and licking and biting so hard that a shade of purple already appears on him. "Fuck, (y/n)," he whispers when you start to move down to his collarbone, his Adam's apple bobbing against your temple.
"You're gonna have to be quiet, baby," you whispered back. His Aunt was still downstairs and you two had learned that these walls were not soundproof. "You'd hate it if she sent me home before I make you cum."
He almost groaned at the thought of a ruined orgasm. "Such a fucking tease," Peter pushed you off of him and kissed you softly, his tongue leaving a trail on your bottom lip.
You giggled and started to unbutton the jeans he was wearing, struggling to do so without looking. He helped you and pulled them off himself, leaving them on his floor. You pulled his t-shirt off by the hem and left it with his pants. "Are you nervous?"
Peter shook his head and played with your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "No, baby," he kissed your nose before you sat on your knees in between his legs. Thankfully, neither of you were virgins, but when Peter told you that he'd never had a girl love him like this, you couldn't believe it. "Are you?"
Looking directly into his eyes, you shook your head and peeled off his boxers so his length slapped against his stomach. He noticed how you almost moaned just by looking at it. "Come on, sweetheart," he urged, letting you flatten your tongue at the base and lick to the tip. Peter's head dipped back as his eyes squeezed shut.
The feeling of your tongue on him was a new sensation that he wasn't used to. You wrapped your hand around him--your fingers didn't touch--and brought his tip between your lips. "That's my girl," he groaned when you tightened your lips and sucked. You moved your head down, and as you did so, you traced the veins and texture of him with your tongue. "Please, don't stop," Peter was begging but his hand pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail reminded you that you weren't in complete control.
He guided your head up and down, slowly make sure everything part of his member was covered in your spit. "Look at you drooling for me," Peter groaned. He pulled you so close to him that your nose pressed to his stomach. He felt your throat clench as he hit the back of it. "Gagging all around me. You want more, don't you?" You tried to nod, even with his dick pushed all the way down your throat.
When he rips you off of him, you gasp desperately for air. A string of drool hangs off your chin but Peter rubs it back onto your lips. He pushes his thumb into your mouth. You suck on it and twirl your tongue around it. "My pretty girl," he smiles and pushes you back down to his cock again. "Want me to fill up your mouth, princess?"
Your lips are even tighter around him now and you're pushing your head up and down by yourself. He's thrusting his hips against your movements so that every time you push down, he pushes himself up. Tears fall from your eyes and down your cheeks but Peter's quick to wipe them away. "Don't cry, baby, I'll make you feel so good, I promise," he moans again with his eyes squeezed shut, fucking even harder into your throat. "Fuck- gonna cum, pretty girl."
One, two, three more thrusts until Peter pulls you off of him and you feel hot spurts on your lips, nose, cheeks, and eyes. "Fuck!" Peter's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He moaned when you collected all of him on your fingers and pushed it into your mouth. You swallowed it all.
Peter cupped your cheeks and bit his bottom lip when you squeezed your hand at his base again. "None of that, baby," he smirked and lifted you up onto his lap. "It's my turn, isn't it? I've gotta treat my pretty girl right."
DESCRIPTION I after gwen’s death, peter became angry and spiderman a feared superhero. When peter meets you, he wants to be a better man for you. But it’s difficult when the anger is still here and he doesn’t know how to be good anymore.
PAIRING I tasm!peter parker × reader
WORD COUNT I 4.5k
A/N I this is suuuuper angsty, I’m sorry about that 🥺 but I wanted to write something around the song Courage to Change for so long and I’m really happy this one!! I hope you will like it
WARNING I tw anxiety, tw violence, blood and death and mentions
After becoming the worst version of yourself, what could ever save you?
Losing Gwen was the worst time that could have happened to Peter. Suddenly, he never felt more alone. Not even Aunt May could make him feel loved again. Peter lost hope that one day he would feel better.
After her lost, Peter turned Spiderman into a feared superhero. He hated the whole word. He wanted to punish every single bad person on Earth for her death. If he wasn’t Spiderman, this wouldn’t have happened. But he was. And now everyone had to pay.
Medias were only talking about him with mean words, just as people were on social medias. There were more hate posts about Spiderman than people defending him. He hated the world. And the world hated him.
Sure, he was making some good and, on some occasions, people were noticing that. Yes, when he tortured an armed man, people applauded. Sure, when he brought a robber to the cops by hanging him by his web, videos were uploaded to say he did a great job. But most of the time, he was the bad guy.
It didn’t prevent Peter from doing it. Doing a good deed was a good excuse to hurt the real bad guys.
One night, after bringing yet another bad guy to the police… And after punishing him by driving him crazy, Peter was walking down the street. He noticed how people were avoiding him. He had to say that seeing Spiderman walking casually would seem weird. But he didn’t mind. At least no one was bothering him.
He was ready to go home when he heard a scream from a small shop. It was a florist. He walked by it almost every day. He had to go and see what was going on.
When he entered the store, Peter immediately saw the elderly woman hiding in the back. He made a few steps to her before noticing the bad guys around him. From how scared the lady seemed to be, Peter could imagine how awful these men were. So, he didn’t hesitate and pressed one of them on the wall with his webs. He turned to the second who didn’t seem scared at all. “Spiderman is coming, wow.” He laughed.
But he didn’t laugh long.
Peter grabbed him with his webs and threw him on the wall. He then grabbed him again to threw him on the other side of the room. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Peter asked before getting him close to him. He could feel his fear right now. And it scared Peter a little to see how much he loved being feared by those guys. “I…”
“Hm, not interested.” Peter said when the man started talking and closed his mouth with his web. He then managed to put the guy beside his friends on the wall. Peter ran to the woman who was still hiding behind her counter. “Are you okay madam?” he asked her gently.
She just nodded. She couldn’t speak after what she went through. “Okay, I’m waiting for the cops with you.” And he did. When he heard the sirens, Peter immediately left…not after shooting some other webs on the assailants. “Maybe you’ll think twice before attacking an old person, bastards.”
A few days later, Peter decided to come back to the store. He wanted to make sure the woman was okay. He didn’t see anything on the news, and he was scared she didn’t survive the night. Maybe her heart was weak, maybe she got hurt and he didn’t see it…
Peter stayed in front of the store for a few minutes. He had no idea what he was going to say. “Hello, I’m the one who saved you and almost kill your assailant in my red and blue suit. How are you doing?” No. That was lame. And he was sure the woman would call the cops for him if he told her that. He had to think about something else. Maybe he could just check on the poor lady that got attacked? Right? He just had to pretend he didn’t know much about it, and he wasn’t involved. Yes. He was going to do that.
Peter opened the door and looked around him. The store was pretty, he could see it now. He remembered the pastel walls from the other night but that was all. Now he saw all the beautiful flowers and bouquet that were everywhere. He noticed how it was part in different universes, with poems accompanying each one.
He didn’t feel at his place here. He shouldn’t be here. Because behind the beauty of the store, he could see all the place where blood had flown. He knew where he put the assailant. He remembered which wall he punched. Peter felt bad and almost left before doing what he wanted.
“Hello?”
Until he heard a voice. A small voice that didn’t sound like the one he imagined.
Peter craned his head to see who was talking. And he saw you. And you were not the elderly person he saved. You were…a ray of sunshine.
You finally noticed Peter and went directly to him. “Hi, can I help you with something?” you offered with a big smile. But Peter didn’t answer immediately. He was still surprised to see you and not the other woman. You were so beautiful and seemed so nice. You almost looked like an angel, with the light from outside illuminating your face.
“Oh, hi. Um, yeah, I was um…” Peter couldn’t find his words. He was mesmerized by your beauty.
And surprised to see you. That’s the reason you thought about first. You couldn’t imagine anything else. “You were looking for my grandma, right?” you asked with a little laugh. It was only the tenth client that came and were surprised to see someone almost fifty years younger than the usual woman here.
“Yes!” He said, glad you could help him. Peter felt so stupid in front of you. “I heard what happened, I used to pass in front of the store every day and I wanted to make sure she…she was alright.” It was a lot of words for someone who wasn’t used to talk to people anymore in his normal self. He ended it with a small smile that you found cute.
“She’s doing okay. She hurt her hip, so she needs some rest. That’s why I’m here to help her. I’m [y/n] by the way.” You said, offering your hand to him. Peter looked at it silently for a few seconds. Not that he didn’t want to hold it, he just knew that both his hands were bruised, and he was scared you would ask question.
He managed to hold your hand while his sleeve covering most of his. “I’m Peter.” Curiously, once he started holding it, Peter couldn’t let go of your hand. It was so soft and kind of cold too. He wanted to reheat it with his own.
“Do you need something here Peter or…” you gently asked. You still had a lot to do in the store, but you didn’t want to push him away. Not like you could while he was holding you anyway.
“I…yeah, I’ll buy a bouquet.” Peter looked over and chose a colorful one. He’ll have a good reason to see May and apologized for missing so many of their diner nights. You wrote a card with a simple “for May” in it, since Peter didn’t seem to want to tell you more about the person he was offering this to. You didn’t have a conversation anyway. You noticed how Peter was withdrawn. You didn’t want to force him to talk. So, you just made him pay and looked at him while he was going to the door again.
Peter looked at the red and blue bouquets that were hanging on the wall. He wasn’t a narcissist. But it couldn’t be just a coincidence… “Oh yeah.” You started, coming behind him. “My grandma is really grateful for Spiderman’s act. She absolutely wanted to create a bouquet for him.”
Peter was mesmerized by it. Someone was grateful…for him? He heard so many hate speeches about Spiderman these past years he couldn’t believe someone would be happy to see him. But more than that, someone appreciated him so much they created something about him. It seemed unreal.
A part of him wanted to take everything down. Somehow, he was sure that he would disappoint you and your grandma. He didn’t want you to have to look at that after. I don’t deserve this he kept repeating in his head.
“It wasn’t easy to create this one. I had to search for different blues and red flowers to go well together. But I did pretty good I think.” You said proudly, crossing your arms under your chest. Peter nodded unconsciously. He couldn’t show how much it meant to him to see this. He couldn’t tell you that once he would be alone, he would cry about him.
“That’s…really beautiful.” He finally said, turning to you. You offered him your biggest smile. You noticed how Peter looked sad and broken. You’ve been there too. So, you tried to give him a little bit of your happiness, hoping he would leave the store with some of it.
He was finally ready to leave. He had nothing more to do here. He had a bouquet that he had to offer to May now. He wished he could stay with you, but he didn’t want to bother you with his presence. He liked being Spiderman more than Peter. He left alive as the superhero. More than his normal self.
When Peter turned around to leave, he noticed the cracks on the wall. The one he caused when he fought the assailants. He hated that. Seeing the consequences of his anger on other people’s life. This poor woman’s shop was broken because he couldn’t contain himself. That was his fault.
You noticed that Peter stopped walking suddenly. You followed his eyes and understood that he was looking at the cracks. You tried to hide them with some flowers, but you couldn’t hang anything without risking breaking the wall even more. So, it was there. In plain view. “I know, it’s not appealing but we’ll do something about it!” You said, putting yourself in front of the wall. You were too small to hide it completely, but Peter landed in his eyes on you anyway. “When we’ll get the money…” you mumbled under your breath, keeping a smile on your lips.
“I can do it.” Peter said in a neutral voice. Like his thought escaped his lips without him realizing.
“Sorry?”
“I can fix this if you need to.” He offered in a more living voice. You frowned, not sure to understand what he meant by that. “I have some free time, maybe I can come and…”
“So, you, a stranger, offer to come here and fix the crack on the wall caused by some strangers that came here too?” you asked, suspiciously. You knew he meant well. But you couldn’t trust anybody. First, you didn’t know Peter. Second, it wasn’t your shop. Third, you had no money for this.
“I’m…I’m not a bad guy.” It was hard for him to say that when it was the only way he was seeing himself. But Peter really wanted to help. You could see in his eyes that he needed that. And you had a too big heart to prevent people from doing what they want when they mean well.
“Listen…” You approached Peter and put a hand on his shoulder. You noticed the shivers he got from this and almost take your hand back. But the way he looked at it, it seemed like he needed that. He needed to feel appreciated. More than that, Peter needed to not feel feared from others. “I’d like to accept. But I can’t afford you money, my grandmother’s treatment is costing a lot. All I could offer is flowers…and coffee.” You finished, making a face that made Peter smile.
“Coffee is good for me.” He accepted. You nodded, a way of closing the deal.
Peter looked at you silently for a few more seconds before finally leaving the store. You had no idea who he was. But you felt attached to this boy.
From that day, Peter started to come every afternoon to take care of the cracks on the wall. You would offer him some coffee you made at the back. But mostly, you would offer him a drink once you closed the store. Because yes, Peter stayed until the very last minute to make sure everything was ok. You weren’t scared but you weren’t going to lie. It felt good to have him here. So, you would then spend another hour together before you went home to your grandma.
It didn’t take Peter a long time to fix everything. Once it was done, he kept coming and helped you with everything: he would help you take care of clients by making bouquets or, most of time, do all the dirty works like cleaning or administrative stuff. You felt bad that you couldn’t pay him for this, but Peter kept saying he didn’t mind. He was paid in the most beautiful way; spending time with you.
You and Peter grow closer day after day. You explained to him that your grandma was the only person you have left. It was the reason you decided, after a few weeks, to stay here and not go back to your campus. You would help her as long as she needed you too and then started studying again in New York. Maybe it was one of the reasons that made Peter feel close to you: he also only had May left. You were going through the same thing, in some way.
The other reason was that Peter saw as a light. Every time he would come to the store, you would illuminate his days with your happiness and sweetness. Without knowing it, you made Peter believed he could be a better man. He wanted to be a better man for you. When you decided to stay here, your relationship took another turn. You and Peter started dating, in the most natural way. You became essential to each other’s everyday life.
There was just one thing: you didn’t know about Peter’s secret identity.
If Peter tried to be a better man since he met you, he had to work on his anger when he was Spiderman. He tried to do better and to be less aggressive with his enemies. Sure, he was still provocative with some of them. But he tried to send less of them at the hospital. It doesn’t fully change the situation outside. Sometimes, when you were out together, Peter would see some tag. “murderer” “Spiderman leaves this town” or some other shitty things people had to say about him. It hurt. But most of all, Peter feared your opinion about the superhero. He never asked you. And you never said a thing about it.
One night, Peter was at your place. You had moved out of your grandma apartment after she almost had forced you to do it. “Live your life and don’t bother with old people like me.” She said every night until you found your own place. You knew she just wanted you to be happy. She noticed how Peter was always there and didn’t want to provide you from living your fairytale.
Peter was making the diner, something that May had taught him and that he was excited for you to taste. “Can I put it in the…”
“Shh!” you replied, your eyes locked on TV and your hand moving to ask him to lower his voice. “Okay…” he mumbled before joining you in the living room. He wanted to know what could be more interesting than the excellent meal he was preparing. But then he saw it. Peter recognized himself on TV. Or at least, recognized his superhero self. “Spiderman is a monster!” said a woman on TV.
Last night, Spiderman encountered a drug dealer that he had already led an eye on. It could have stopped here, Peter just wanted to teach him a lesson to make him stop. But when he met him, the man was harassing a woman. He was ready to throw a fist: it was one thing he could never accept. He wanted to protect every single person in town. But when he saw a woman in danger, Peter was seeing Gwen’s face. Like he was losing her again and again.
Now that he was dating you, he saw you too. And he didn’t hesitate one more second.
Peter flied to them and grabbed the man with his webs. “Hello.” He said in a dark voice before bringing the man at the top of the building. That was where he tied him. Against the wall. With his webs. When the man started screaming, Peter shot a web on his mouth. He then went back to the woman. “Are you okay?”
“Um…yes…” she answered with an uncertain voice. She was free from her assailant, but she couldn’t help looking at the man, stacked up there. And she wasn’t the only one. People were now filming the scene, probably were even before. One more viral video about Spiderman, Peter thought.
“Oh my god!” the woman screamed, and Peter turned his head to the man. The webs were slowly coming off the wall, meaning the man was a few centimeters away from falling to his death. A few years ago, Peter would have fly immediately to bring him back here. A few years ago, Peter probably wouldn’t even have stacked him there.
Now, he just crossed his arms and looked at what was coming. “Do something!” a man screamed behind him, but he didn’t move. It was like he wanted to see someone pay for his actions. Peter got used at people hating him he didn’t care anymore. It was only when someone started screaming too that he finally opened his eyes. Because their voice was similar to yours.
At the same time, the man fell. Peter grabbed him just before he landed on the floor. He didn’t wait another minute after that and immediately left.
That was the story that was being told right now on TV. Peter was looking for your reaction, but your face didn’t say anything. You stayed silent too and it was making him anxious. “What…what do you think about him?” he finally asked, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. Maybe touching you would make him feel all your love for him. That was what he needed right now.
“I don’t know. I can’t be mad at the man that saved grandma you know. Without him, I probably would have lost her. And it’s quite reassuring to know her assailants won’t ever come back. But…is violence really a solution? I think this man needs help.” You said with a gentle voice, really concerned about Spiderman.
You had no idea you were currently talking about your boyfriend. And Peter had tears coming in his eyes from your words. Thankfully, you were still looking at the TV. He could go back to the kitchen without a word and try to calm his anxiety by himself. Peter needed help. But he still wasn’t ready to show you the real him.
He knew one day he would have to tell you he was Spiderman. He couldn’t lie about his bruises forever. He couldn’t justify his absence every day. He couldn’t hide his anxiety all his life. What you assumed were part of his grieving were more than that. And Peter was scared that you wouldn’t forgive him as more days passed and he was still lying to you.
You never questioned Peter on the nights you were spending on your own. You never wanted to push him to talk. You thought that if he wanted to, he would tell you. He was going through such a hard time; you didn’t want to risk losing him over curiosity.
So, you were alone, again, in your living room. You were reading some books; the TV was on. It was a quiet night.
But it didn’t stay quiet for so long.
You were reading the last line of your thriller book when you heard some bangs on your door. Clearly not the best association here. Your book fell to the floor, and you grabbed a pillow to protect yourself from whatever was banging on your door. Maybe you could suffocate them?
You went to the door that was on the other side of the room to see what it was. And you quickly let down your idea of attacking them when you opened it and noticed who it was.
“Peter?” you frowned. Your boyfriend was sitting against the wall, in front of your door. And he was crying. You made a step towards him to hug him and that was when you noticed it. He was wearing the Spiderman suit. Suddenly, it made sense to you.
That was the reason Peter came to the store and looked so surprised when he noticed the red and blue bouquet. Why he would always avoid alleys where they were drawing about Spiderman. Why he would ask your opinion on him. Because Peter was Spiderman.
And right now, there was more red on his suit than the usual. “Oh my god Peter what happened?” you finally said, knelling in front of him. You cupped his face with your hands. Peter wasn’t looking at you. It was like he was lost in his thought. “I can’t…” he said in such a low voice you almost didn’t hear it.
“Come with me…” you whispered, trying to get him up. But you couldn’t. Peter was shivering, his tears still running down his face. He was anxious, you could tell. You approached him, your knees touching his, and put his head against your chest. You tried to rock him like that, slowly, your cheek against his hair. You bite your lips to not cry. He needed you to be strong. You kept saying some “shh” and saying all the cute names you were giving him every day. You wanted to calm him. You wanted to help him.
When he started to move a little, you removed your head from his and put your forehead against his. “Let’s go inside, we can talk, please…” you whispered, and he nodded. He took your hand and accepted your help to get up. When you were inside, you noticed how he was still shivering. It broke your heart to see him like that. “I’ll run you a bath, okay?”
He didn’t say anything but just followed you to the bathroom. You both stayed silent while you put some relaxing salt on the bath. It worked for you, maybe it would work for him too. When there was enough water, you helped Peter taking off his suit. None of you cared about Peter being naked in front of you. Of course, you already saw everything there was to see. But it was always in an intimate moment. Not when your boyfriend was having anxiety and couldn’t undress himself.
Peter entered the bath, and you watched him relaxed slowly. You sat by the bath and ran your hand slowly against his back. You didn’t want to tell him you were cleaning some blood marks that penetrated his suit. You were scared, you never saw Peter like that. You were scared you would lose him. “Do you…want to tell me what happened?” you offered softly. Peter closed his eyes for only answer. And you thought he didn’t want to talk. He was actually finding the strength to.
“When I lost Gwen, everything lost sense to me. Being Spiderman was like a punishment. How could I save the world when I couldn’t save the woman I love? I stopped for a while. But then this confusion became anger, and I was angry at…everyone. Every bad guy I encountered I was making them pay for Gwen’s death. It was like they all killed her. I hated the world. And then the world started hating me back. So, I didn’t stop my punches, I became even more…awful.” You were listening to every word he was saying, maintaining your lovely caresses on his skin to show him you were supporting him. You were just glad his eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the tears in yours.
“Then I met you and…it was the first time in years I saw a light in my life. For the first time I thought I could move on. I wanted to be a better man for you. I try to I swear…” his voice broke, and you hold your sobbing. “But it’s so hard…I can’t help being angry at the world and when I stop beating those guys, I think of you. And I realize you deserve better. But I don’t want to lose you. I want to be good for you…but I’m so broken…” when Peter started crying you got up and hugging him. You didn’t care about getting wet. Your boyfriend needed to feel how much you loved him.
When Peter started calming down, you cupped his face again to make sure he was looking at you. “I love you, Peter. I love you so much. And this means you’re not alone, okay? I’m with you in all of this. Bad days like good days. Anxiety like happiness. I will always be there for you. We’re going to fight this together. I promise you.” Peter kept nodding at every word you were saying, trying to save them in his mind.
You put a sweet kiss against his lips to mark your words. You mumbled an “I love you” against his lips. You felt him saying “me too” back.
You then let Peter washed himself while you went to your bedroom to grab some stuff he left here. Once he was dressed, you both went to bed together. You had no reason to stay awake. You both needed some rest after that night. When you laid in bed, you turned around to face Peter. You hugged me tighter than you ever did. He slowly kissed your hair before putting his cheek against your head, just like you did earlier. “Thank you…” he whispered. “Thank you for staying with me through all this…”
You looked up at him and noticed how his eyes were still wet. But his small smile spoke for himself. Peter felt loved. And not alone anymore. “Forever.” You simply replied before kissing him. You weren’t lying. You wanted Peter Parker for your whole life, no matter the obstacles. Being loved by him and loving him were the most beautiful things you could experience.
hi lovie, how are you? could i request andrew x reader where andrew has a celebrity crush on reader and he casually mentions in a interview (maybe wided autocomplete interview or the actually me one) and how reader could react to it? plsss and thank u <3 have a good day bunny
crush culture !
↳ in which, an interview flips ur world upside-down!
pronouns: they/them
warnings: none :)
notes: OH MY GODDD the second i got this in my inbox i literally dropped everything i was doing to start writing this omg this prompt is EVERYTHINGGG i'm sorry if i didn't do it justice i wasn't sure how to go about the interview i tried piecing it together in a bit of a funny way, but! you can imagine urself anyway u want in this as job isn't specified :D
"hello! welcome y/n it's good to have you back! i think i can speak for everyone here when we say we've missed you at the tonight show, how are you?" you smiled and let out a small chuckle, "i've been good! i've been really good, it's nice to be back here jimmy!"
the audience erupted into cheers as the screen beside you switched over to another interview. you turned around and looked at the screen and laughed as you saw a large thumbnail with andrew garfield's face. "so! y/n, i don't know if you've seen this interview yet but! theres this really interesting clip we wanna show you." you smiled and shook your head. "it's always something with you, i knew you didn't just wanna see me out of the blue!"
jimmy smacked his leg and let out a loud laugh, yelling to play the clip over the sound of the audience. you looked over to the screen once again and watched the video.
"hi! im andrew garfield and this, is the wired auto-complete interview, good luck" the audience let out a laugh and started to go quiet again as he continued talking. "is andrew garfield.. a nice guy" you let out a small chuckle as he went on, he moved onto the next question and jimmy looked at you and a small smirk grew on his face. "who is andrew garfield.. celebrity crush" andrew let out a laugh and the audience started cheering.
your face grew red as he continued speaking. "this is what you guys are googling?? um, i would have to say y/n y/l/n, oh god this feels so weird to say but they're great! their stuff is amazing and they seem like such an amazing, kind person. i havent met them before but big fan of their work."
the screen went blank and the crowd started cheering, you hid your face in your hands at attempt to hide the blush growing on your cheeks and jimmy let out a laugh. "you haven't seen this before?" you shook your head no.
"dude! oh my god i would've went insane about this are you kidding! great guy, i've seen a ton of his works and had a crush on him for years after i saw him on the social network! you shouldve seen me after he played spid- wait i shouldn't have said that ohmygod this is gonna be held against my career for the rest of my life SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE" you stood up frantically and jimmy let out a loud laugh as the crowd started yelling.
"i didnt- i didnt even have to try to pry anything out of you like i normally would've that came out so naturally have you been rehearsing this? WELL! call it a night folks we got what we wanted!" jimmy joked as you sat back down covering your face. "this is gonna be all over the internet and im gonna end up ending my entire career i can't go outside anymore after today oh lord"
"give it like two, three weeks and ill get andrew in this chair-" "ohhhhh no you will not" "just you wait y/n! it'll happen!"
(yasss this gives me a chance to make a part 2 if anyone wants this Quite possibly will get andrew And y/n to interact some way if you want it I Do not know how But i Will find A Way.)
warning(s) : creepy men, being followed, protective!peter, angst if you squint
notes : thank you for all the love on puppy dog eyes! i hope you enjoy this one just as much!
*gif not mine , creds to owner
her heart was hammering in her ears.
she attempted to breath deeply; it turned out shallow, shaky.
stop. he’s not following you.
it was repeated parallel to a mantra in her head. but she still quickened her pace. she still gripped her phone- useless- tighter in her hand.
she imagined her friends sitting in their favorite restaurant under warm lamplight, wondering where she was. she imagined them glancing at the glass entrance doors, awaiting her arrival. she needed to call them, but when she'd left her apartment in a rush of poor time management, she failed to notice her phone was dead. completely drained of battery. useless.
stop being paranoid. he’s not following you.
there were cracks in the pavement, summer air sweltering and suffocating, even in the late evening. acting on a split-second motive, she took a left, entirely out of the way of her destination, but in ultimate favor of easing her conscience.
cracked pavement. irregular heartbeat. sticky air.
it was the puzzle piece that clicked into place recognizing shuffling steps behind her continuing to echo off empty buildings lining the street. she twisted her neck to peer over her shoulder.
panic choked her, stole the breath from her lungs.
he was already staring.
whipping around, she broke out in a jog. revised destination: the approaching break in the sidewalk.
her body was trembling, vision hazy as her eyes absorbed her surroundings for something, anything-
a building across the street. large glass-paned front windows. light pouring out, bathing cement in a welcoming glow.
hair stuck to the back of her neck, goosebumps breaking out along her arms. without thinking, without looking back, without faltering, she found herself yanking the door of the shop open.
there was stale air conditioning. brewed coffee. quiet atmosphere. one young man sitting alone several tables over.
her breathing was sporadic, uneven, and her feet were already carrying her away from the door when he raised his head and locked eyes with her.
then his gaze was trailing behind the dip of her shoulder. he stared, his eyes changing, his expression morphing, twisting into what it was not before. she didn't wait around to watch the rest unfold.
she turned on her heel. and froze.
the man stood outside the window, ominous, staring unrelentlessly. it was cold, wrong.
her brain ceased functioning, raw fear pulsing through her veins. and she didn't move.
there was a gentle, compelling force pulling at her forearm then, her subconscious connecting it to the young man.
"hey, come 'ere," he muttered, low, dark. her body stumbled into a different position as he stood beside her, then in front of her.
it was silent. still. the man shuffled on his feet. stared. turned. stalked out of sight, down the street.
and the tension- pulled tight as a rubber band- snapped. blood rushed in her ears. air ballooned in her chest.
she realized the boy's presence, hesitant and unsure, hand still on her arm.
"hey, are you-"
her eyes shut involuntarily for a moment, and theyoung man paused, waiting.
she let out some sort of noise- a sharp exhale, a sigh, a whimper, then looked him in the eye.
"are you alright?" he asked immediately, it was obvious he had dealt with this type of situation before.
she hesitated, then nodded.
"um," she got out, glancing at the window. “uh, yeah. just shaken up."
they boy's jaw clenched, taking in her state. reluctantly, he released her arm, but stayed close.
"he was following you?"
she nodded again, absently. gazed at the window blankly.
the young man's stomach churned.
"here," he said gently, gesturing. “come sit for a second.
she sat opposite him, the metal chair digging into the backs of her knees. paranoid.
"i was, um... on my way to meet my friends for dinner," she explained eventually. "left my apartment quickly, had to walk. my phone is uh.. dead."
wordlessly, the nameless boy rummaged in the bag resting on the cushion beside him, retrieving a charger for her benefit.
senses returning, she shifted. “thank you."
he glanced up from plugging her phone in and shook his head, as if to say, “no problem."
"i’m so sorry that happened to you,” he said. It was sincere, evident in his deep brown eyes and expression taut with concern.
"thank you…”
she repeated the phrase because her mind was scrambling and she didn't know what to say and she didn't know the name of the boy sitting before her.
"peter." he offered. his smile didn't reach its full potential given the situation, but she saw traces of it pulling at the corners of his lips.
"y/n."
he nodded as the front screen of her phone lit up, displaying several missed calls and unread text messages from her friends.
"you don't have a car?" he confirmed, justifiably worried about this young woman's transportation.
she grinned, but only slightly. “this is new york. barely anyone under 35 has a car.”
his eyes smiled & then he spoke again.
"do your friends drive?"
she shook her head. “ sometimes, but not today; it's only a few streets over from their apartments.”
peter blew out a breath, attention falling to the tabletop. a ghost of a smile crossed over her face as she took in his exasperated attitude.
"well...."
he trailed off as she reached to respond to her obviously worried friends.
"well, i know we just met, but i could walk you."
it was a simple offer in and of itself, but it still hit home for the young girl. she raised her head, meeting peter’s eyes with gratitude and guilt flooding hers.
"on, no," she countered, "no, you don't have to do that. i can call a cab-“
in reality, he could wait with her for the cab to pick her up and watch this near-stranger be driven away. in reality, he was overstepping typical boundaries of sympathy and service. but then he was recalling the frigid stare of that middle-aged man, how this girl froze in panic, how it made him sick and angry, and realized he didn't care if he was overstepping, near-strangers or not.
pleasantries went out the window.
"no, i don't want you to have to call a cab. it’s totally fine, and the restaurant is a couple streets over, yeah?" her eyebrows were driven together in soft protest, but she nodded regardless.
"okay." gently. "i want to drive you, if that's completely okay with you."
she’d already internally accepted as soon as the offer slipped from his lips. stunned by this stranger's kindness and willingness to protect, it took several moments for her to process and form any sort of response.
"yes. yeah, alright. thank you."
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the walk was short, nearly silent.
it wasn't awkward, a profound sense of understanding swelling between the two who didn't know anything about the other save their name.
on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, she truly took in the young man for the first time that night - honest eyes, lean frame, dark hair flopping messily over his forehead. he was attractive in a way that caught one off-guard, all empathy and sweetness and care. he was the human embodiment of sunshine, she thought.
he met her eyes, hands stuffed in the front pockets of dark washed jeans.
"thank you," she repeated. meant it, unsure of how to express the gratitude he deserved.
his expression softened as he observed her figure in the dim light. her eyes caught on the intricate design of cracked pavement beneath her feet.
"no problem," he said. meant it. she heard the wistful smile in his voice. "now go have dinner with your friends."
she shook her head yet again, at a loss. mirrored his expression. she stared at him for a moment before pulling him into a hug.
she lingered longer than she should, but peter didn’t mind. he whispered a quick, “be safe, ok?”
she pulled back, rocked on her feet, and gave a swift nod. “bye, thank you peter. really.” she turned her back to him, climbed the small flight of cement steps leading to the entrance.
he waited in the still, stuffy air until the door clicked shut behind her retreating figure. “you’re welcome, y/n,” he whispered.
then he stepped off the curb, away from cracked pavement, and walked off into the night.
pairing: tasm!peter parker x black!reader, peter parker x gwen stacy
summary: you’ll always be the other woman
warnings: angst, heart break, one-sided love, mentions of death and greiving
a/n: this is what you get when i listen to the other woman and think of peter and gwen. i have no clue what is up with me and that one sided love trope but i love using it and writing for it is so much fun. i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it <333
i loved peter the moment i saw him on that play ground when we were five years old. he had fallen off the swing and of course me being me i helped him.
“hey you okay” i ask kneeling beside him, he nods as tears continue to fall down his face. i looked down and saw him holding his knee, i looked up at him again and he was looking directly at me. “can i see your knee” i asked and he nods before uncovering it, i gasp as i see the big cut on his knee he hisses as the breeze touches his knees “im sorry” i squeal and he laughs a little making me smile. “im ok don’t worry” he says and i smile a little bigger and nods l.
“i’m y/n” i say as i hold my hand out and he takes it, i pull him up with a little struggle but get him to stand up right. “peter” he says with a goofy smile. “nice to meet you peter would you like to play, we don’t have to because you just fell” i ask and he nods “i wanna play” he says and he grabs my hand again.
and ever since then we had been inseparable. i was there with him for everything, the good and the bad. i was there when he rode a skate board for the first time and when he became spider man, i was also there when his parents and ben died. i helped peter through everything even getting his first girlfriend.
peter was absolutely head over heels for gwen, he would do anything for her in a heart beat. i remember the first time we talked about her after he met her.
“y/n she’s so amazing, i think i’m in love” peter sighs and i smile at how happy he is “what is she like” i ask and he looks at me with the biggest smile on his face. “she’s like a shot of espresso” he says like he’s day dreaming.
i smile once again, feeling my heart chip “im happy for you, she seems amazing” the words are truthful, gwen seems like a wonderful but i just wish i was in her position. “she is, she is more than amazing actually words can’t describe how great she is” he goes on and once again i smile through it.
“im happy for you pete, you deserve it”
the day they got together i cried myself to sleep, feel my heart continuing to chip slowly. i had boyfriends through out their relationship but none of them lasted seeing a though i was in love with my best friend.
the relationship didn’t last long, they broke up after her fathers funeral and he was an absolute mess. he already felt like his death was his fault but leaving gwen was the icing on top of the cake, and once again i helped him through it.
“peter none of it is your fault, he made that choi-” i say gently but i’m cut off “you don’t get it, he’s dead because of me and i left gwen when she needed me the most because when i- i look at her i remember the promise i made to her dad and i- i cant break that promise” he yells, startling me.
the room was silent for a moment, the air suddenly becoming cool “if you want what’s best for gwen you keep that promise but if you want what’s best for you then that’s a decision you have to come to on your own and know that there will be consequences with that” i say before getting up to leave his room.
“if you need anything you know i’m always a call away” i remind gently before closing his door
peter broke the promise and got back together with gwen not too long after her father funeral, once again my heart chipped.
by senior year they were inseparable but peter was dealing with his own problems. the promise he broke was constantly on his mind, haunting him. on the day of our graduation peter was contemplating not being with her because his conscience was finally getting to him.
“y/n it’s like every time i’m spider-man i see his face and the words he told me replay in my head on a constant loop” he explains and i nod “it’s eating alive because i don’t want to break her heart but i don’t want her to be in danger because of me” i explains and i nod.
“would you rather her have a broken heart or her end up hurt or even worse dead because i know you and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if she got hurt because of who you are” i explains and he nods.
that night at her dinner be called it quits and they were both heartbroken but over time they both healed, or at least that’s what it seemed like because quickly after they ended up seeing each other again. peter explained it to me as trying to be friend with her which i could tell he was trying to do but, it was eating him alive not being with her all the time.
shortly after they got back together gwen died and that night peter showed up at my windows needing some type of comfort.
i opened my windows and helped him climb into my bed room, i knew by his body language that something was off so i pulled his mask off gently and laid it on my bed. i looked up at his face and saw that tears were falling down his cheek “what happened” i asked barely above a whisper and he chokes on his sob.
“gwen’s dead” he says and my heart drops, i feel tears well in my eyes not just got my own heart break but peters as well. “she’s gone” he sobs and falls to the ground talking me with him, i pull him into me and he cries into my shoulder. he clings onto me as if i’m his life line.
that night i cleaned peter up, bathed him, dressed him, and put him to sleep. it was like he couldn’t function so i did everything for him and it went like that for months after her death.
he got better with each day, coming back to his senses. he still refused to be spider-man no matter how bad the city was getting, crime was up 43 percent and he was still sitting in the house. well at least until i encouraged him a little.
“peter i know you’re all woe is me but you need to get the fuck up and put that suit on and go help the city, last night two women got abducted hell i almost got mugged the other night” i express “it’s not safe anymore peter and the people are i need of a man in a red and blue suit peter” i finish and he nods.
“you sound like gwen”
there would be many more comments like that over time, if i was patching him up it would be “oh gwen’s would to it this way” or if i was cooking it would be “gwen would add this” and it was never ending.
and the more and more he made those comments the more and more he thought it was acceptable. one night it all just became too much and i lost it.
“peter i really need you to help around the house” i beg and he shrugs “peter i don’t get it i’m doing the absolute best i can to keep everything together all im asking is for you to help around the house” i yell and he gets up.
“im going through a rough time” he says and i nod “i know and i’m trying to help but i can’t do everything myself” i say and scoffs. “gwen would be more understanding” he says and i lose it.
“well newsflash peter im not gwen” i yell “i cant be gwen and i’ll never be gwen’s but i can be y/n because that’s all i can be” i yell. he looks at me with an apologetic look on his face and i walk away from him and go to my room and shut my door.
that night i cried myself to sleep knowing i’ll always be the other woman.
