Andrew Garfield x Reader / Tom Holland x Sister!Reader
Warnings: A litlte start of a smut.
Notes: Yeah i'm active lately right? I actually started this story when No Way Home was released in the cinemas but never finished. I restarted to write it when the news that Zendaya was engaged to Tom, and now it's finally out in the world! Might have gotten too excited about this. Was even thinking about writing more bonus scenes based on it hahah Enjoy!
Summary: You go to No Way Home studios to keep your brother, Tom, company but end up falling in love with another Spider Man.
Being the eldest sister of four younger brothers was... Interesting.
You weren't complaining tho. They were the sweetest boys you ever met. Loving, caring, talented and your best friends in the whole world. The Holland boys.
It wasn't like the age gap was that significant anyways. You and Tom were just two years apart, making you guys incredibly close. You told each other everything and everyone thought that you were twins, just like Harry and Sam, that were 4, almost 5 five years younger than you. And there was Paddy, the little one, who was 9 years younger.
The whole family was involved in some sort of art, and just like your mother, you turned to be a professional photographer and filmmaker, eventually getting some jobs in the cinematography industry. But whenever you had some break from work, you would arrange to pass some extra time with family. And that was exactly what you did.
"Why is taking you so long? Where are uuuu :("
You read Tom's message with a small smile, rolling your eyes knowing how clingy your brother could get when he wanted to. He was currently shooting his new spider man movie, no way home, and invited you to stay for a few weeks on set with him and Harry, who was working with Tom at the moment.
You were typing him an answer to say that you were walking lost in the gigantic set trying to find them, when suddenly someone appeared running and lifted you into his arms.
"(Y/N)!" You heard Tom's muffled voice say in your hair while he was hugging and whirling you. Man, you missed that hug. "I missed you so much sis."
"I missed you too bug." You said giggling when he put you down. "I can't believe I'm here. This set is insane... I'm proud of you."
"Don't start saying those things when you know I'm sensitive ok!" He claimed pointing a finger at you. "C'mom, Harry is dying to see you."
After Tom arranged someone to take your bags to his rented apartment that he was sharing with your younger brother, just a few minutes from the set, he started a mini tour while you were walking towards his trailer. He was telling you all about the settings, the costumes, how he has been, about his relationship with Zendaya - who, in that point, was already a close friend of yours - and of course, how excited he was for working with Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield, the previous spiders mans.
You knew that was going to be an epic movie and your heart filled with joy and proud to see your brother in that spot.
"They are amazing (Y/N)... They truly are! I didn't think that we would hit so well, it's good to talk with people who understand the responsibility you know?" Tom said continuing to tell you about the other actors, while opening the door to his trailer. "You have to meet them!"
"Did you found our sister, mate?" You heard Harry's voice from the little bedroom in the trailer and you immediately smiled.
"Why don't you come here find out?" You said and saw his face with a smile emerging through the door and him coming to you with his arms opened.
"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed hugging you strong making you close your eyes and sigh in relief to be with your best friends again. "Urgh it's so good to have you here."
"I missed you guys so much. My babies." You said kissing Harry's head who enjoyed the caress. "But man, i wish Sam and Paddy were here now. It's not the same unless we're all together."
"I know right?" Harry said and Tom agreed. "But Sam is there, busy with his new girlfriend." He continued mocking his twin making you laugh. "When I thought I was free from hearing him talk about her, I get stuck in here and all I ever listen is 'Zendaya here, Zendaya there...”
"Oh shut up mate!" Tom said throwing a cushion in his face. "It's not like you weren't almost dating too!"
"Oh yeah?" You said crossing your arms to look at Harry. "This is news to me."
"It's nothing serious yet! I was going to tell you but Tom made the honors." Harry said annoyed and you huffed.
"So that makes me and Paddy the bachelors of the family?" You said putting a hand in your chest like you were offended. There were some years that you were single. It didn't really bother you, you were in a good place professionally and in this life, it was hard to conciliate a relationship unless the person was involved in the middle as well.
"Thank god. Paddy is just a kid and you are our girl." Harry said with jealousy and you rolled your eyes, even though you were the oldest, they somehow still got overprotective with you.
"Nah darling, I'm gonna find you somebody." Tom said putting his arm around your neck, pulling you close. "We're having a little happy hour with the staff tonight. Maybe there is someone interesting there... Tho Harry is right, you're our girl. It has to be someone great or no deal!"
"And you're my boys. Zendaya already passed the test, but I have to approve your mysterious girl Harry." You said lifting your eyebrows and they laugh.
"We have a lot to catch up sis. Let's get some lunch, I'm starving."
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“(Y/N) are you ready?" You heard Tom ask and one second later his face appeared in the door frame.
"Hmmm yeah" You said giving yourself one last check in the mirror before turning to him. "How do I look?"
"Stunning as always." He said with a smile. "But relax, really. Is not going to be a big deal at all. Just some quality time."
The three of you used the lunch time to talk and gossip about everything and nothing in the same time, it was good being reunited with Tom and Harry again. After that, Tom had to finished one last scene before you went to the apartment they were renting to relax a bit and get ready for the happy hour.
Most of the cast was going to get two days off to recharge the energies since they were filming non stop for about two weeks now, and of course, they decided to take the opportunity to drink some beers and enjoy the company of the coworkers.
Once you got there, the happy hour was happening in a open space, close to the dressing and makeup rooms. You could see a lot of people still in the clothes they went to work, it really was just some quality time. They arranged a small bonfire with some seats around it, and a beer pong table.
"(Y/N)!" You heard and smiled when saw Zendaya walking towards you to give you a hug. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too!" You said but before you could continue, your brother interrupted you.
"Oh I see, talking to my sister before talking to your own boyfriend, shame on you Zendaya." He complained getting an eye roll from the both of you.
"You have such a drama queen as your brother (Y/N)!" She exclaimed giving him a chaste kiss. "Hey love."
"Hey darling." He said satisfied now with a silly smile on his face.
"He is such a crybaby, I really don't know you handle him." You joked.
"Look who's talking!" Tom mocked you and you all laughed. "Tobey! Hi!" Tom said out loud when he saw the first Spider Man with a beer on his hand approaching you looking a little lost. "I'm glad you could make it!"
"Just passed by to say Hi." Toby Maguire said shy in front of you. Man, it was so strange, you grew up watching those movies with Tom and the boys, and now look where you all were.
"This is my sister (YN)." Tom introduced you and you shook Tobey's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He said and you talked for a minute before he and Tom entered a conversation about some scenes, and you and Zendaya decided to gave them space. You had no idea where Harry was and that's why you stayed with her for some minutes, until she had to go to the bathroom.
You enjoyed the opportunity to go to the freezer to get a beer, but when you turned around, jumped a little when noticed someone just right behind you.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Just trying to get something to drink as well". The mysterious man said rending his hand in surrender when saw your little scare. Excluding the fact that he wasn't some random guy at all... Well, if you were being honest, apart from Tom's movies, the Amazing Spider Man was your favorite.
Andrew Garfield stood in front of you with a small smile in his lips as he was trying to contain a laugh. Man, he was so much prettier in person, if it was possible. He was tall and his hair matched the color of his chocolate eyes.
"That's okay" You said laughing a little embarrassed. "Andrew right?"
"Yeah but you're new here...." He said looking at you with a curiosity that made you blush. "You're from production and i happened to miss?"
"Oh no, actually I'm Tom's older sister! Gonna stay around for a few days to keep him company. (Y/N), is a pleasure to meet you." You said extending your hand to him who gladly took it.
"It's my pleasure (Y/N). But Really? Tom's sister? I wouldn't say it" Andrew said looking surprised with the information but looking extremely interested.
"Well yeah... people assume we are twins even" You said giggling, suddenly a little shy. You could tell already that he was the type of person who just payed all of his attention to whoever he was talking to and seemed genuine interested on what others had to say. "But it comes with the fact that we are pretty close."
"That's sounds nice. Tom was saying the other day... you guys have a big family isn't it?" He asked frowning.
"It's me and four younger brothers." You answered making a 'tsc' sound with your mouth. People often got shocked by this information.
"Wow” He said with his eyes wide in surprise, crossing his arms. “That must have been challenging."
"Let's just said It made me tough." You said raising your eyebrow with a small smile and saw him opening one as well.
"I bet it did." He said staring at what looked like, into your soul, not looking away for one second. You gulped feeling a strange wave of cold in your belly. In that moment, you couldn’t think in another single soul on earth that showed some much interest in you, even only with their eyes.
But before you could say anything, you were interrupted by Tom and Zendaya that arrived by your side.
“Andrew! Hi! Oh (Y/N), I’m glad that you already met!” Your brother said excited. Andrew gave a small laugh looking down, finally breaking eye contact with you, and passing his hand behind his neck.
“Right, she’s was telling me that you guys are Twins, is that it?” He joked pointing at both of us and in the middle time, he gently greeted Zendaya with a small hug. Charming and a gentleman.
“Something like that, yeah” Tom said laughing exchanging a look with you. “Look, actually I was looking for you, Andrew. Me and Tobey had an idea for a scene that we would love to share it with you.”
“Oh sure.” Andrew said immediately nodding his head. “I would love to.”
“Amazing.” Tom said. He posed his hand in your shoulder, for you to look at him. “(Y/N), I catch up with you and Z later, ok?”
You nodded and with a last exchange stare between you and Andrew, they started to walk away.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Andrew said turning around once more. “I was here to get a beer for me.” He chuckled, going straight into your direction, and you freezed when felt his fingers gently brushing in your waist, almost like he wasn’t touching you.
You looked into his chocolate eyes that were dangerously close and saw him trying to repress a smile, he looked like he was having so much fun with it.
“Would you excuse me (Y/N)?”
“Oh.” You said when you finally understood what was happening. You were still standing infront of the freezer. “Right. I’m sorry. Go ahead.”
“See you around, I hope.” Andrew said after getting the beer and following Tom to go meet Tobey.
You stood there seeing them walking away trying to understand what has just happened, and felt Zendaya approaching you with her arms closed and looking at the same direction.
“It’s just me or he was flirting with you?” She said and tho you weren’t looking at her face, you could sense a smart little smile hanging on her lips.
As if Tom knew what you were talking about, far away already, he looked back at you guys frowning his eyebrows before going back to his conversation with Andrew.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said and heard Zendaya laughing.
XxXxXxXxXxX
“I’m gonna have lunch with Hannah today. See you at dinner xx”
You read Harry’s message and rolled your eyes with a smile. It has been 4 days since you arrived and you were starting to enter in the routine of your brothers. Harry told you all about the girl that he was seeing - Hannah who worked for the makeup team. And that’s why he disappeared in the night of the happy hour.
You were sitting outside of the studio Tom was working, editing some videos you filmed of him and Harry. Ok, you were in vacation. But you just couldn’t stop yourself of making a backstage film of his experience in No Way Home movie. It would make such a cute memory for Tom in the future and if he wanted to share it, the fans would love it.
“I was hoping I would see you again.” You heard a voice beside you and in this time, you knew exactly who it was.
“Is that so?” You asked with a small smile raising your head from your computer seeing the chocolate eyes that have been in your mind for the last few days. “Hi Andrew.”
“Hi (Y/N). But… well, yeah” Andrew chucked taking the seat next to you. “We didn’t get a chance of talking a lot that day…. Oh! Are you a video editor?” He started to say but got distracted when looked in your computer’s screen.
“I’m a filmmaker.” You answered repressing a smile for his curiosity. When you were younger and saw his spider man’s movies, it’s undeniable that he was cute. Who you were trying to fool. You thought he was hot. Years passed, you always admired his work…. but when Tom asked you to pass some days on set, you didn’t even thought much about how you were going to meet him there. “Tom didn’t want to in the beginning, but I convinced him that it would be fun if I documented a little behind the scenes video.”
“That’s adorable. Would you let me see it when you finish?” Andrew asked. He had his entire body turned toward you, with half of one leg resting on the bench, and he leaned his head on his fist.
“Only if you agree to appear in it.” You answered smartly and he laughed. Obviously, like Zendaya, you definitely noticed something going on you between you two that night. It was so brief and somehow you had his feeling you have known him forever. You just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Oh i see.” Andrew said caressing his small beard. “That depends on how the video will be distritubed.”
“Knowing my brother, the video will be only to be seen it, in Christmas time as a nice memory.” You giggled, closing your laptop to give him your full attention.
“Then you have all my permission to use my image as you please.” He said with a small smile. “Tom is a very sweet guy. Crazy talented. I respect him for understading, since now, how family and privacy are important things to cherish in this Industry.”
“Our whole family is envolved in some sort of art so it’s always been ease for us to see what really matters at the end of the day.” You answered, again so shocked how he was a guys that… really payed attention.
“Why aren’t you working here in the production?” He asked licking his lips.
“It’s true that my brother did try to make that happen.” You chuckled feeling your cheeks starting to burn from his staring. “But i just finished another project so the timing didn’t exactly helped.”
“That’s really a shame.” Andrew said simply.
Except that there was nothing casual in the way he said it. 4 little simple words, right? Wrong. He just let those words out of his lips like it was the lustful thing someone has ever said to you. Like it was the biggest declaration of being wanted, you ever received. Or was it you that were losing it from being stared by those chocolate eyes that you just couldn’t stop thinking about it?
“(Y/N), there you are!” You heard Tom’s voice approaching and you sighed. Interrupted. Again. Andrew smirked when saw your micro expression of frustation.
“Well, that was short-lived.” He murmurred with a light tone making you giggle.
Tom stood in front of you already in his Sports outfit, with his tennis racket bag over his shoulder. You saw the exactly moment when your brother’s eyebrows frowned slighty altering his gaze between the two of you, not really understading why Andrew was there. Confusion that quickly started to turn in assumptions when he opened a little accusatory smile.
“Hello guys.” Tom said still a little off and in that moment, you could see a lot of Peter Parker in him. “Hmm… Did i interrupt something?”
“Not at all.” Andrew laughed getting up of his chair. “Just saw (Y/N) here and thought i offer her some company.”
“…Ok.” Tom said still a suspicious. “Let’s go sis? I thought you would be ready by now.”
“Got caught up in editing.” You said gattering your stuff, getting up as well.
“Do you play tennis mate?” Tom asked turning his attention to Andrew. “You’re welcome to join us.”
“Maybe some other time.” Andrew said friendly, giving Tom a pat on the back. “I still need to revise some scenes. But thank you for the invitation. Have fun!”
He said waving goodbye and walking away, leaving you and your brother alone. Today, you guys agreed that after Tom’s appointments, he was taking you to play tennis. A family tradition.
You walked quietly to his car and it was only when he started to drive, that Tom decided to say casually:
“Andrew is a such a nice guy, right?” Tom said and you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes.
“Hm yes, he is very polite” You answered measuring your words. Tom was your best friend and you knew you could say anything to him. But there was nothing to tell. Right?
“Polite hun?” He repeated your choise of word, nodding his head. “That’s an adjective.”
“Are you implying something?” You snapped looking at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What? No!” Tom shot back altering his gaze from the streets to look at you. “No!” He repeated seeing your expression.
“…Why? Is there something you want to tell me?” Tom asked after a few seconds of silence. You laughed, reaching out to turn on the radio.
“Not at all”.
XxXxXxXxXxX
It has been already 2 weeks you were living with your brothers, and now, pretty much everyone was used to your presence around the set. Made a few friends and you were honestly enjoying your work break.
Although it wasn’t everyday, Andrew has crossed your path a meaningful amount of times. First, when you were hanging out with Zendaya in the makeup trailer, waiting for her to get ready. He entered, along with Hannah (Harry’s girl) also to get ready for his scenes of the day. Suddenly the whole group of people who were there started to talk like you were all friends for ages. You would be lying if you didn’t catch him giving you random gazes.
The second time it happened, you had gone help Harry to organize Tom's stuff for the next scenes. You two went together to the costumes department when Andrew walked in with one of the assistant directors, deep in conversation. He noticed you, smiled, and gave you a little wave before disappearing through a hallway.
And the most recent one, he found you having lunch by yourself because your brothers were busy, and asked if he could join you. Andrew Garfield, besides being handsome and caring, was incredibly smart. And funny. You didn’t stop talking for 2 hours.
“Are you nervous?” You asked Tom, already in his Spider Man suit, from behind the camera you were holding, and he shook his hands anxiously.
“You are not helping with those kind of questions, sis.” He answered making you laugh. Today, was the first day of filming the big scene of the three Spiders Mans fighting the villains. Pretty much all the cast was there.
“You gonna do great.” You said still pointing the camera at him. It was a nice moment that you needed to keep for the video you were assembling.
“I love you.” He said sweetly making you smile.
“I love you more.”
Didn’t take long for him to go train some lines with Zendaya and Jacob, and you enjoyed the opportunity to walk around searching for precious moments to film. You walked some corridors, greeting and wishing good luck to people you crossed. Until you passed in front of one dressing room and saw Andrew, with his back to the entrance, completely absorbed in something else.
“If it isn’t Spider Man himself.” You teased entering the room already with your camera in hands, recording his reaction. He turned around confused, but opened a smile when saw it was you.
“Looking lovely as always, (Y/N).” He complimented you making you shiver. It was the first time also, you were seeing him in the super hero outfit.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Garfield.” You said making him burst out of laugh.
“What do you think about my butt in the costume?” He joked doing a little spin.
“I thought I would be more impressed”
“Ouch, straight to my heart.” Andrew said putting his hand in the right side of his chest like he was hurt. “You’re lucky I’m not easily offended.”
He added with a smirk, walking over to grab his water bottle from the counter. He took a sip, eyes still on you, the playfulness never leaving his face.
“Though I might need to work harder on glute day at the gym now.” He said making you roll your eyes still recording.
“Don’t worry, your ego seems intact.”
Andrew stared you straight in the eyes, that way you were starting to get used to, ignoring the camera. He laughed slightly, before licking his lips.
“Let me take you out on a date.”
You lowered your camera, shocked with what you just heard, hearing your heart beating fast.
“What?” You whispered frowning your eyebrows.
“Let me take you out on a proper date.” He repeated getting closer to you. “I’ve been coming to work with much more energy lately since I learned I could bump into you. I would love to offer you a night that lives up to what you deserve.”
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You answered smiling feeling your cheeks burn. “I would like that very much.”
And just then, a voice shouted from the hallway : “Andrew, you're needed on set!”
“Tomorrow at seven.” Andrew said looking satisfied with your answer. “I‘ll pick you up!”
He shouted before following the PA out of the room. Leaving you with a silly smile playing on your lips.
XxXxXxXxXxX
“You look amazing.” Andrew said smiling opening the car door for you, when spotted you leaving the building.
“You gotta stop doing that.” You replied blushing hearing him laugh confused.
“What am I doing?” He asked before closing the door for you and contouring the car to enter the driver’s seat.
“You know what are you doing.” You said seeing him turning on the car.
“I really don’t, love.” He said still chuckling.
“You know, making me blush.” He paused for a second before pulling out of the spot. His hand moved to rest gently on your knee—a simple gesture, but it sent a chill up your spine.
“But you do look amazing.” Andrew said staring at you, and you looked away embarrassed, laughing.
“I was surprised when you asked me to pick you in Zendaya’s place.” He said starting to drive. “I thought you were staying with your brothers.”
“I am.” You explained. “But didn’t want them prying.”
“Ohh they don’t know this is happening?” Andrew asked amused.
“Nop.”
“Why tho? Aren’t you super close?”
“We are…” You began laughing embarrassed with your reasons. “But they gossip a lot. Don’t like telling them nothing that isn’t… concrete.”
“So you want this to be concrete?” He teased with a smirk.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Sure.” He said mocking you. You asked Zendaya if you could get ready in her place and she almost deafened you from the scream she gave when learned what you were doing. She was shipping you since the first night you meet Andrew.
“And we’re here.” He said after a few minutes of travel, with a light conversation between you two, getting ready to park the car.
“Andrew… there’s paparazzi over there.” You warned seeing a few mans in black, looking around with cameras in their hands. It was enough reason, the exposition of Andrew Garfield going out with Tom Holland’s sister, but on top of that, it was strictly prohibited Andrew being seeing in public to avoid spoilers to the movie.
“What?” He asked confused following your gaze. “Oh fuck…” He breathed out disappointed.
“I made a reservation, they’ve must…” Andrew began to explain, sighing, knowing that would ruin your night. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).”
“Hey, it’s ok.” You reassured him with a small smile. “I’m used to it, I know how it goes.”
“I-… fuck.” He laughed embarrassed a little lost on what to do. “Do you want to go to my place? I know it’s not ideal…”
“Sounds great.” You answer right away and he chuckled staring at you.
“Ok.” He said giving you one last check to assure him it was all fine, starting to drive again. “Great.”
With a few more minutes of driving, you arrived at his place, that you noticed that wasn’t too far away from Tom’s. It was logical to rent something close to the sets.
Andrew showed you around, before getting a bottle of wine in the kitchen. It was a cozy apartment, a bit fancy, but perfectly suited for one person.
“You will be pleased to know that an incredible pizza is on its way.” He joked serving you one glass.
“And you will be pleased to know that pizza is my favorite.”
“I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?” He breath out like he was relieved making you laugh. He raised his glass, toasting with yours.
Just like the time you had lunch together on set, you didn’t stop talking, unless it was to drink or eat the pizza he ordered. That was indeed very good. “I’m a man of my word”, he pointed. Andrew was so interesting and he seemed equally interested in you. He asked so many questions about your work, your passions, your family…. Sharing important details about his life as well. He was a literally dream of a man, and it felt surreal that after some years with disillusionment in love, someone like him would enter your life.
“I know i haven’t had yet the opportunity to see a lot of your work.” Andrew said putting the dishes you used in the washing machine, while you were leaning in the countertop finishing your wine, already a little tipsy. “But from what you showed me that day we had lunch together… it’s just so unique the way you perceive details. Giving attention to humain interaction that it’s often ignored.”
“That’s just you being nice.” You said laughing it off.
“Well, yes.” Andrew shrugged making you both laugh as he leaned in the sink countertop infront of you. “But also one hundred percent honest. I’d be lucky to work with a director as talented as you, if you want to switch to that in the future.”
You smiled soflty with the compliment, setting your glass beside you. You didn’t know if it was the alchool already having its effect, but this time, it was you that stopped everything just to stair at him. You felt the air of the moment changing, becoming heavier, thicker. He licked your lips, his posture being always of someone who was reading you. Trying to understand in between lines.
“It’s been a while since I last have been on a date.” Andrew confessed. “But since the moment i saw you in that happy hour, i knew i had to go to talk to you.”
“I thought you were just being polite.”
“Oh no” Andrew chuckled. “I was being very not polite in my mind.”
“And what about now?” You asked, breathing out, not being able to hold anymore that nervous excitement bubbling in your chest.
Andrew tilted his head, smiling like he knew exactly what you meant—like he’d been thinking the same thing. Slowly, he stepped closer, now just a breath away from you, the only thing between you both being the soft tension that had been building all night.
“Now…” He said, voice lower, eyes flicking between yours and your lips, resting his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you. “There isn’t a single appropriate thought running in my mind.”
“Show me.” You whispered.
Andrew smirked at your boldness. He slowly brushed the back of his fingers across your cheek, then threaded them into your hair, guiding your face toward his.
Finally kissing you.
It was so firm, slow, sensual. It was the result of days building this tension up. Finally exploding. Finally concetre and not just a thought before going to bed. His other hand squeezed your waist before he quickly, lifted you by your tight, sitting you in the kitchen’s counter. Your hands were exploring every part of him you could reach, passing throught his hair, shoulders, chest…
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurred against your lips just when his hand found your breast, squeezing it, making you moan. “I swear i’m going to make you feel good.”
Andrew lifted you in his arms, starting to walk towards his bedroom and the only thought in your mind when he placed you in his bed was : Andrew is a man of his word.
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“You’re literally glowing.” Tom said suspicious when he finally found you drinking coffee in the set cafeteria.
You had literally just passed the best night you ever had, with Andrew in his house. He indeed kept his promise. Three times.
You slept in his place, but unfortunately he needed to work early in the morning and you decided to go with him directly to the studios. Althought he offered you to stay sleeping there as long as you wanted. Or even drop you at Tom’s. But you just got changed in Tom’s trailer with a pair of sweatshirts it was forgotten there and you were ready to start the day.
“Morning to you too little brother.” You said grumpy taking a sip.
“Don’t ‘little brother’ me, (Y/N).” Tom said ironically, taking a coffee to him as well, sitting beside you. “Care to explain why you didn’t come home last night?”
“As far as I’m concerned, i am the oldest.” You answered making him roll his eyes. “I was with Z, you know that.”
“And i know you since the day i was born, sis.” Tom said. “I can perfectly tell when you’re both lying to me.”
You sighed, defeated, finally staring at him. You knew he wasn’t going to back down from this.
“Ok, I-…”
“You had sex!” Tom cut you opening his mouth in disbelieve. Now, he looked like he was having rather fun with your embarrassment. “Oh my God, you had sex.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t had to.” Tom chuckled leaning his back in the chair, still in shock. “You’re glowing.”
“Tom…” You began hearing him laughing. Suddenly he gasped even harder, looking at you with wide eyes.
“I can bet it was Andrew!” He guessed. “I’m not dumb (Y/N), I noticed him wandering around you whenever he had a chance.”
“Will you let me tell you?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, go on.” Tom said but couldn’t help shaking his leg in excitement and hold a little smile in the corner of his lips.
“Fine. Yes, ok… Andrew asked me out on a date and I… ending up sleeping at his place.”
“This is such great news.” Tom said opening a wide smile squeezing your hand. You chuckled at his excitement, but in reality you knew how much Tom appreciate his Spider Man partners and he, above all brothers, was always the one trying to set you up. “I’m just… he is such a great guy for you! And he would be lucky to have you as well, sis.”
“It’s nothing serious ok? No need to be so hyped up about this.”
“No, yeah, yeah, I know.” Tom said finally assuming a more serious posture. “Are you seeing him again?”
“I don’t know, it’s literally been thirty minutes we arrived here.” You said struggling althought this briefly crossed your mind. He didn’t look the kind of guy of ghosting you after all of that, but who knows.
“Oh man… Harry and Sam are going to get so jealous.” Tom laughed making you chuckle and roll your eyes, knowing so damn well that the Twins were the most protectives over you. “I wish you would have told me this before.”
“Tom, i just needed to see if this… was something before I discussed with you.” You explained even if you knew he wasn’t mad.
“I know.” Tom replied with a smile. “I’m happy that coming here gave you guys an opportunity of meeting.”
“To be honest, i am to.” You said scrunhing your nose, blusing, thinking about the night you just had. “It was amazing…”
“Oh, ok!” Tom said, clapping his hands and getting up from his seat. “Spare me the details. You’re still my sister.”
“Love you, bug.” You said sincerely, making your brother’s eyes go soft. Meeting Andrew in those last weeks, had been a wonderful surprise, but being able to have these moments with your brother, when you both had already moved out of your parents… seeing your relantionship never changer one bit, it just warmed your heart.
“Love you.” Tom replied giving you a long kiss on the forehead. “I have to go to my scene now. It’s going to be so weird with Andrew : Hey mate, how you doing? Oh trouble sleeping last night? You sure it had nothing to do with you banging my sister?’ “
“Thomas!” You shouted angrily, throwing a crumpled napkin in his direction, as he ran away laughing.
You shook your head in denial, a smile still hanging on your lips, thinking about everything that had happened. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification on your phone :
“Zendaya has being staring at me weirdly since we started filming. Must I prepare for your brother’s reactions?”
You laughed at Andrew’s message, assuming that if Zendaya already knew, Tom would be the next to find out. Which was quickly followed by another one:
“By the way, been wanting to tell you again how amazing last night was. Can’t stop thinking about it. Hoping i will see you soon.”
Warnings: Takes place 4-6 months after part 1, lots of unnecessary apologies from both Andrew and Reader, angst, fluff, one of my longer stories (sorry!), pregnant reader, Andrew being super soft and loving, lots of repetition (as per usual), etc.
Request: @mcugeekposts Hey there... just read your Andrew Garfield x reader imagine.... Can you make a part 2 of it.... Where the readers gets pregnant with triplets or twins, which she gets scared because of her past traumatic experience..... Andrew calms her down and assures the reader, that he will protect them at any cost and she'll be the best mother to their kids... Since the day reader got pregnant, Andrew never lets the reader to do any work, which reader gets annoyed a little and Andrew talks to the babies in the belly.... She gives birth to a beautiful baby boy and baby girl....
A/N: Wow, how time has flown by! I wrote the first part of this story back in 2023, I think, and this second part was requested shortly after in August of that year. I really thought I’d written it back in 2024 but I guess I’ve been that busy. So I apologize to @mcugeekposts (who requested this back in ‘23) that this has taken me so long (2026) to write. You probably don’t even remember requesting it at this point (LOL), but that’s okay. I hope you, and all my readers enjoy it anyway! (Also, don’t pay too close attention to the time frames within this story - it might not make sense, and it’s also not super vital to the storyline lol.)
The second he was sure that his brain wasn’t messing with him, that he really did hear that gut wrenching sound, Andrew didn’t hesitate to rush down the hall towards your heavy cries, praying that you weren’t hurt. The sight in front of him broke his heart as he immediately knelt down by your side, pulling you against his body.
You sat leaning up against the bath tub, your knees pulled up to your chest, your hands pulling at your hair as continuous, frightened tears cascaded down your cheeks. Andrew didn’t speak yet, just held you close, pulling you up onto his lap as you sobbed. He pressed your head into his chest, combing his fingers soothingly through your hair.
He confirmed you were okay, checking you over to see if you were hurt, but found no evidence. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to let you go until you were ready, no matter how long that may be. He rocked you in his arms, pressing sweet kisses to your head. Each staggered breath you took, each broken cry left his heart to break more and more.
“Baby, what is it?” Andrew began once your cries had died down enough. “Why are you crying, my love?”
“I can’t, Andrew, I can’t do this again,” You cried under your breath. Andrew almost couldn’t hear your answer, you were so quiet. You buried your face in his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in your fist. “I can’t do it. It’s too hard,” You added as more tears and cracked sobs escaped you.
Andrew brought his hand up to your face, brushing his thumb over your tear streaked cheeks. “Sweetheart, what are you talking about? What happened?”
You finally looked up at him, and the sight of your glassy, bloodshot eyes was what finally broke him entirely when you whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
Tears began to form in Andrew’s eyes. He didn’t know what to think or what to feel. He was terrified, there was no doubt about that. He didn’t want what happened last time to happen again. He didn’t want to see you in pain again. However, he was also ecstatic because this means you’ve been given a second chance. Another chance at a family.
Andrew pulled your head back to his chest, tightening his hold on your body as you whimpered into him. He placed his hand over your belly, rubbing gently there with his thumb. He couldn’t begin to know what to do or what to say or what to think. But with his hysterical girl grieving what should be the best news, but is equally as terrifying as it is wonderful, all he could think of is to be there for her, to care for her and tell her that it’s all going to be okay. Because as long as they had each other, everything would be alright.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re scared. I am too. But this is incredible news,” Andrew heard your hesitant whimper as he placed his hand on your cheek and guided you to look up at him. The smallest sign of comfort came when you saw the look of pure love and adoration in his eyes, his thumb brushing over your tear stained cheek.
“I know what happened last time. I know it hurts. And I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of physical and emotional pain you’ve been in. I have seen how you’ve healed, and I’m so immensely proud of you, darling.” Andrew beamed at you.
“My love, we’re being given a second chance,” This elicits a broken sob from you, more tears spilling down from your eyes. Andrew rubs his thumb over your forehead before guiding his fingers to brush through your hair tenderly. “And I promise you, I will protect you and our child no matter what. Whatever comes, I will be here with you and for you through it all. We’re going to be okay.”
Andrew lifts you up gently as you lay in his arms to press his forehead to yours. You offer him a wet smile as you cup your hand over his cheek, nodding to let him know you believe him, that you trust him and his assuring words.
“We’ll be just fine, my sweet girl. I love you so much. To the moon and back, I love you, baby girl.” Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he cradles the back of your head, Andrew’s declaration brings out a welcome giggle from your lips, and once reaching his ears, he prays not a day goes by that he doesn’t get the pleasure of hearing that sweet sound.
One Week Later
“Well, that sure is a surprise, all things considered…” Dr. Richards hums as he shifts the ultrasound wand over your slightly distended belly. He’d just told you and Andrew that you were currently 12 weeks in and you were now trying to see your baby on the monitor.
All things considered? A surprise? What’s that supposed to mean? Thoughts and worries started rushing through your head as your head whipped to the side to look at Andrew, concerned. He met your gaze with a reassuring smile, brushing his thumb over your knuckles comfortingly.
“You maybe wanna elaborate on that a little less hesitantly, doc?” Andrew lets out a slight chuckle, trying to mask the nervousness so as to not alarm you more. Doctors can be so oblivious sometimes.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong, I can assure you that. It appears that there’s not only one baby in there, but two,” He smiles as he turns the monitor more towards you so you can see better.
A quiet gasp escapes you when you finally see the two identical shapes of your growing children that the doctor is pointing out.
“Everything looks great, you are healthy, and I know we’re not too far in yet, but the outlook seems promising,” Dr. Richards proposes. You wish he hadn’t just said that when your head and your heart have been battling back and forth constantly about all the good and bad things that can happen. You wish he wouldn’t give you some false sense of hope.
But you were too absorbed in the news that you weren’t just pregnant, but you were pregnant with twins to really hear and listen to what he was saying. Honestly, you weren’t really surprised, what with how much your belly had grown in such a short amount of time. Even before you knew you were pregnant again, you’d wondered how you’d gained so much weight. Andrew would always reassure you that it was okay, that there was nothing wrong with that, that he still loved you all the same. Although all of that is what made you finally take a test in the first place, revealing that you were indeed pregnant.
“I will leave you alone with this delightful news and the nurse will come get you soon.” Dr. Richards walks out of the room, leaving you and Andrew in stunned silence. You didn’t think you could tear your eyes away from the monitor. But, when you finally averted your gaze, turning to Andrew, his eyes were already on yours as if they’d never left.
“Andy,” was the only thing you could just barely whisper. You couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. And the uncertainty of his thoughts mixed with this overwhelming news made your heart pick up speed.
Twins?! That was even more terrifying than just one kid, but two? The statistics of having a successful delivery shot way down when it came to having twins, and that thought made your worries skyrocket. Your brain didn’t know how to react. Silent tears rushed down the sides of your temples.
“Sweetheart, I know what you’re thinking,” Andrew finally spoke. This news had to be overwhelming to him as well, his thoughts spiraling out of control just like yours. “But I made a promise to you that I would protect you and our child,” He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head. “Although, now we’re just adding another to the mix, which is astounding, my love!” Andrew belted out a lighthearted laugh that encouraged you and began to calm your thoughts, pulling a small giggle from you when he raised his hands triumphantly in the air. It helped to know that he was excited and was able to be positive for the both of you.
Andrew settled back down beside you, taking both of your hands in his, bringing them to his lips and pressing several tender kisses to your knuckles before meeting your gaze again.
“I know there’s a lot to think about and a lot to work through to make sure that you and the babies stay safe and healthy. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens. Trust me when I say, this is a good thing, baby.” Andrew leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, his hands cupping either side of your face as you let out a content moan in response. You look up at him, nodding, and you both share sweet smiles of assurance for each other.
“You, my darling, are going to be the best mother to our kids, no doubt about it,” His emphasis on the word the brought out a childlike laugh from you.
“And you, my love, are going to be the best father. I can’t wait to watch you with them. I know you’ll commit your entire self to giving them the best life.” You encourage Andrew with a small smile, placing a comforting hand on his cheek as he smiles down at you. “But I also wanted to apologize,” Andrew’s face fell the second you said ‘apologize’, tilting his head in confusion. He really was an adorable puppy.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you through all of this. I’ve made everything about me, making things so hard for you, and I’ve hardly taken to asking how you are, how you feel, how you’re dealing through all of this. I want to be here for you because you’ve been so amazing to me through everything and I can’t thank you enough. I’m just sorry that I haven’t been there for you,” Andrew was shaking his head not even half way through your words, already disagreeing with your intentions.
“No, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is one of the hardest things a parent can go through, but for you? For a mother? It’s the worst thing you could go through and all I want to do is make it all easier for you. I know nothing can make a loss like we went through better, but I can try my very best to make it just a little more bearable for you.” Andrew responded, making sure you knew exactly how he felt. “You need to know that I’m happy when you’re happy and taken care of. As long as you’re by my side, that’s all that matters. The only thing that you would need to apologize for is if you were to leave my side-” You couldn’t let him continue that statement, so you interrupted immediately.
“And we both know that will never happen. I will never leave you. I couldn’t even imagine such a thing,” You smiled as you cupped his face in your hands, gently pulling him down. Your lips met and your heart seemed to erupt from the amount of passion and love such a simple gesture could make you feel.
Soon, the nurse came in to give you your ultrasound photos and to lead you out of the hospital. The entire walk to the car, Andrew’s hand never left yours. Even after opening the door for you and making sure you were situated and comfortable in the passenger seat, he rushed to the driver's side and immediately took your hand in his again. Every now and then on the way home, he would bring your hand up to his lips, pressing kisses in random spots on the back of your hand. He just couldn’t get enough of you.
4 Months Later
Just as you were about to attempt to stand up from the couch to get a snack, Andrew came walking out onto the porch at that same moment where you were settled, stopping your actions.
“Hey, woah, what’re you doing?” Andrew interrogates, his arms reaching out to you. One hand is placed on your back, the other taking your hand in his to gently push you back into the couch, sitting beside you and turning to face you. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to try to stand up.
You love Andrew, you really do. He’s the starcrossed love of your life after all. It’s just lately, well ever since you found out you were pregnant several months ago, he’s been having a hard time letting you do things on your own. You wouldn’t go as far as to say it’s annoying, but it’s teetering quite close to that. You loved that he loved to be at your beck and call, but sometimes you just need to do things on your own, to feel like you’re still able to do things on your own. You’ve always been able to depend on Andrew for everything, it’s one of your favorite things about him. But not even having the chance to decipher whether or not you could do things on your own gets a little overwhelming.
“I was just going to get a snack, Andy, that’s all.” You replied. It didn’t help that your insecurities were going haywire the bigger you got, so all of those frustrating, obsessive thoughts mixed with not being able to do things on your own made everything just a tad bit stressful. Something you were always grateful for, though, was how understanding Andrew was with your mood swings and your outbursts. He knew to never take them personally, especially after you’d told him that they were never about him, but how it’s your messed up brain that sees him as the only one to take its anger and moods out on. Gratefully, he usually knew just how to handle such emotions.
“Well, let me get it for you. What can I get you? Anything you want.” You so wanted to just give in and let him help you, but your mind battled against your heart seeing how sweet Andrew was, and instead lashed out.
“Andrew, please, just let me do it myself!” You exclaimed, the guilt immediately forming the second you raised your voice. Your cheeks flashed red as you looked up to see the hurt expression in his eyes. And that’s when the tears started to flow.
“I’m sorry,” You barely whispered, leaning forward and covering your face in your hands. You hated every time you lashed out at him. He didn’t deserve it. Especially not after how much of an absolute saint he’s been through literally everything. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” You added, but Andrew had already pulled you into his side, holding you tight against him.
“Hey, no, don’t do that. What have I told you many times before? You don’t have to apologize,” Andrew removed your hands from your face, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turning your face to his. “Why are there tears, baby? No need. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay. Okay?” All his okay’s made you giggle, getting a smile back from Andrew. You nodded, agreeing that it was indeed okay.
“I’ve been thinking, and I wanted to apologize,” You gave him an incredulous look as he began, averting his gaze away from yours. “I know I’ve been quite overbearing the past few months, but, baby, you have to understand, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, if something happened to you,” He brought his gaze back to you, and you could feel a piece of your heart break at what you saw - his eyes glossed over with unshed tears.
“Darling, you don’t know all of the scenarios that run through my mind showing me all the bad things that could happen to you, and I could never forgive myself if one of those things happened and I wasn’t there to help you,” Your heart completely shattered at his confession. “Just now when I saw you trying to get up, all I could imagine was seeing you on the ground because you fell, or glass shattered around you because you dropped a glass when you felt some sort of pain. And I just can’t handle not being around you because I’m afraid one day, I won’t be here, and…” You had to stop him there. It was crushing you to hear him go on. So, instead, you twisted as best you could towards him and wrapped your arms around him as he immediately mirrored your actions.
“Baby, never apologize for something like that. You have been so wonderful to me. I cannot begin to thank you for all you’ve done. I just hate that you’ve had to struggle with those thoughts alone. Why have you never told me?” You didn’t want to let go, but you needed to see him when he answered you as you held his face in your hands, his hands sliding down to your place comfortably on your waist.
“You’re going through so much carrying our babies,” It hurt to hear the soft cries as he spoke. “I wasn’t going to put something like that on your mind when I know you have way too much on your mind already. So, to combat the thoughts, I told myself that I needed to do anything and everything I could to make your life easier, but it took me too long to realize I was doing the exact opposite.”
“No, darling. You were being the exact man I needed you to be, doing the exact things I needed you to do,” You guide your hand up into his hair, running your fingers through the strands at the nape of his neck to soothe and calm him as he nuzzled his nose into the palm of your hand that was placed gently on his cheek. You weren’t the only one that needed comforting, and you hated that it took you so long to realize that. “Sometimes my brain just doesn’t understand that all you do is to help me. But my heart knows. And I love you so much for all you do for me, for us,” You promise him, taking your hand from his cheek to take one of his, guiding it to lay on your belly.
“I love you, my precious girl. Just please, tell me if I need to back off and I will try my best to do so.” Andrew chuckled lightheartedly, emitting a giggle from you.
“I will, darling, in one way or another,” That brought a laugh from both of you, knowing what you meant.
“Alright, my love, how about that snack?” Andrew smiled as he stood up, turning back toward you. You reached your hands up to nonverbally ask for his help. You knew he would love to just get you your snack himself and bring it to you, but the compromise was for you to go and get a snack together. He’s still there with you, but allowing you to get it yourself. He takes both of your hands in his, effortlessly helping you stand. His hand places itself on your back to steady you, your bodies pressed against each other, and your lips meet in the middle. An extra kiss to your cheek before Andrew follows you inside and to the kitchen.
After a few minutes of trying to figure out what you wanted, you finally had a brownie on a plate in hand. Andrew followed you back outside like a lost puppy, though you didn’t mind. You loved every moment you spent with him. Making sure you were comfortable on the couch, propped up against pillows and your legs stretched out in front of you, Andrew laid down between your legs, satisfied with the satiated look on your face after finally getting your snack.
Andrew, then placed his hands on either side of your belly, getting up close and personal. “Hi, my babies,” Andrew began talking to your unborn children. “I just wanted you to know that you have the absolute best mother in the whole world. She’s the most magnificent woman I’ve ever met and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I know you’ll agree with me once you get here,” Andrew looks up at you to gauge your reaction, only to see you already looking at him with happy tears in your eyes, your snack long finished by now. He reaches up to brush away a stray tear, an adoring smile gracing his handsome features before he brings his hand back, rubbing your belly lovingly.
“Not too long now, you’ll have the pleasure of her beautiful face being the very first thing you see.” He winks up at you before continuing. “Now, don’t give her too much trouble. It’s hard enough carrying around one baby in there, let alone two. We love you both so much and we can’t wait to meet you.” Andrew places a sweet kiss to the top of your belly before moving himself up beside you. You lay your head on his chest as he pulls you tight against him, kissing your forehead lightly, his fingers sliding through your hair, his hand resting on top of your belly for your children to bask in his fatherly warmth.
2 Months Later
“You did so well, my love. I’m so proud of you,” Andrew praises you as he holds himself up above you. He presses a kiss to your sweat drenched forehead, but who was he to judge? You just gave birth to your twins, your gorgeous baby girl and your beautiful baby boy, and Andrew couldn’t be more astonished by his wife after watching what you just went through.
Of course, you were so very thankful for how amazing Andrew was through it all, just as he had been throughout the prior nine months, and just as he had been ever since you met all those years ago.
You’d met your baby girl first, having just a minute to bask in her sweet beauty before having to give her to a nurse so you could meet your baby boy shortly thereafter. You’d had a chance to hold them both together - nothing compared to the feeling of your two babies laying on your chest, nothing compared to the feeling of seeing your daughter's tiny fingers wrap around her father’s finger. Of course she would be a daddy’s girl. But you could count on the fact that the look of pure adoration and bewilderment that your son gave you assured his role as a mama’s boy.
The nurses had taken your babies to be cleaned up and checked over, telling you that they were in the nursery, well taken care of, while the doctors patched you up.
“Rest now, my beautiful girl. You deserve it.” Andrew whispered gently in your ear as he placed his forehead against yours, stroking his fingers through your hair. “I’ll be here, right by your side, when you wake up.” Your eyes close at that sweet assurance. And as you give in to the exhaustion, the last thing you feel is his arms wrapping around you in a safe embrace, and you smile at the thought of your two beautiful children and Andrew holding you through it all.
summary — in which, she needs her boyfriend's support more than anything else, after another particularly bad fight with her father.
word count — 2.6k.
warnings — a little bit of angst, use of pet-names [dove, sweetheart, darling, love, bug], reader calls peter pete, lots of fluff and this is basically just a hurt/comfort fic, protective/soft!peter, this is also sort of similar to my other peter fic (take as a part two that one), peter comforting reader, mentions of the reader's low self-esteem issues and it being explained a bit more, both physical and emotional abuse (manipulation and gaslighting, but not from peter), hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, peter just taking care of the reader and showing her the love that her family refuses to do, gwen is in here for a second and being the comforting platonic best friend that she is to reader, peter comes off as a little harsh and scares reader a little bit but he makes up for it in the end.
notes — hi! so, this is really more of a vent fic. i know i've written in the past about dealing w/ a toxic family member and how i really enjoyed writing fics similar to my experiences with my favorite comfort characters to comfort the reader because that would usually help me deal with everything. but recently, the abuse that me, my mom, and my brother have been experiencing has become a lot more complicated and traumatizing for me to deal with. and things have only gotten worse. so, i figured i'd do another comforting fic like the other peter fic i wrote about going through that said abuse. i really just feel that it's important to not hide my true feelings and act like everything's fine behind a screen and i just want to be able to talk about this topic a lot more (especially in my writing), because it's so serious and not nearly talked about enough. but, nonetheless, if there's anyone out there that sees this and is a victim of abuse (whether it's emotional/mental or physical abuse, or both) please don't feel obligated to read this. i really don't want to trigger or upset anyone who's dealing with this situation in a very heavy and overwhelming way. just remember though, no matter what anyone says or does to you, you ARE strong and deserve the entire world. i love you all <3. anyways, i hope this makes up for the lack of posting anything (i've been really struggling with a lot, but i'm trying!). gif and divider creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.
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IT'S OBVIOUS NOW THAT SHE was stupid to think that he could change. it was even more stupid of her to go back to that apartment.
but, she's always been one to see the best in people — in her case, it's come to bite her in the ass.
even now, as she awaits her boyfriend to return home from his nightly patrol around the city, [y/n] knows that she should've known better.
she trembles as she sits on their shared bed, one of her legs bouncing anxiously — the thought of how peter will react to her foolish decision and the outcome from it is stressing her out, beyond words.
after how he responded the first time he found out about the truth about her father's cruelty and what she'd had to go through, she's worried of how he will react this time — it took almost everything in him to not confront her father, when he first found out.
she abruptly jumps when she hears the front door of the apartment shut softly.
a shaky breath leaves her lips, wondering if it's too late to try to hide the marks on her face and body.
but, when she hears him call out her name from the living room, she knows that it's too late — there's nothing she can do now to hide this.
and even if she wanted to for a split second, she promised peter she'd never lie to him again — after the last time, they promised each other that they'd never hide anything from the other again.
so, with another shaky breath, [y/n] sighs and hesitantly pulls the bedroom door open.
she keeps her head down, her hair falling around her face and covering the marks as she walks out and into the living room.
"sweetheart..." peter's voice trails off, eyes wide with shock and worry.
her breath catches in her throat as soon as she finally looks up at her boyfriend and sees the intense, protective look in his eyes.
"i—i'm sorry, peter." she whispers, voice too raspy to get any louder.
a flash of anger fills his eyes. "please... tell me that you didn't go back to him!" he exclaims in a quieter tone of voice as he pinches the corner of his eyes.
[y/n] flinches at the amount of frustration in his voice.
"peter, i—i'm sorry... " her voice trembles, guilt and regret quickly filling her — she just feels so stupid.
peter sighs, regretting taking his anger out on her.
his eyes immediately soften. "sweetheart, i'm sorry." he murmurs, before starting to walk over to her.
but, before he can reach her, she flinches and winces.
he stops short, freezing in place. more guilt fills him as he realizes that in this moment, she's scared of him.
"look... i—i know that i shouldn't have gone back," she whispers, tears clouding her eyes as she remembers the anger and hatred in her father's eyes.
peter's silent for a moment, waiting and giving her time to explain more — if she's able to.
"i'm... i'm so stupid, peter." she whispers, too ashamed to talk any louder.
peter's eyes widen in shock, not expecting that statement to come out of her mouth. "w—what? darling, that's not true."
this time, a tear falls down her cheek. "yes, i am. peter, who's stupid enough to choose to believe that their abusive, monster-of-a-father can change? me — it's me!"
the rambling and the self-loathing words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth becomes incredibly clear to peter as he walks over to her.
this time now, he doesn't hesitate to pull her into his chest as her voice becomes more trembling and wavering, "this is on me — it's my fault."
"it's okay now, love. don't blame yourself." he murmurs as she stops holding herself back and breaks into breathless sobs into his chest.
after a while, her crying slows and quiets down with her tears now dried on her cheeks.
she faces him and takes in a deep, calming breath as he wipes away the remaining tears away and looks over her bruises more intensely.
"i wanna kill him for doing this to you — again." the venom in his tone sends shivers through her spine — knowing what he would do to protect her comforts her.
but, on the other hand, she also knows that hurting her father isn't going to do anything for them or fix anything.
"no, peter. i know you don't mean that." she murmurs seriously.
an angry frown places itself over his lips. "no, i do."
she sighs. "okay, maybe you do. but, it won't fix anything and we both know that," she says, moving one of her fingers up to smooth out the crease in between his very furrowed eyebrows.
"it's okay now — i'm okay." she whispers seriously, grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles over his thumb.
you'd think from how she's comforting him that peter was the one that got hurt, not her — that's just how she is; she always finds herself taking care of everyone else, when she really should be taking care of herself.
maybe that's why they're such a good pair — while they're taking care of everyone else and their loved ones, they can trust the other to take care of the other.
"that's the thing, love. it's not okay! you shouldn't have to go out of your way to avoid him, just to protect yourself." he exclaims, ripping his hand out of hers and this time pacing around the living room with his hand now gripping his hair in frustration.
she sighs, frowning — this is exactly why she didn't want to tell him because she hates worrying him like this.
"it may not be fair, but if it's what i have to do to protect myself, then that's what i'll do — i should've kept doing that, instead of being an idiot to believe he'd change." she admits, shrugging, trying to play this all off, as if it's not that big of a deal.
"don't say that — don't do that!" he abruptly yells, turning around to face her defensively.
she flinches — once again — at the volume of his voice. "don't do what?" she asks meekly, her voice too soft.
he sighs in regret. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to scare you." his eyes are downcast at the floor, before he looks up again, the guilt clear in his irises this time.
"it's okay, peter." she gulps, berating herself for some part of her being afraid of him — after all, she has no reason to fear him because he'd never intentionally hurt her.
"it's not. i shouldn't have gotten so angry — i'm not mad at you, i promise," he says in a much more quiet voice, sighing as he sees that look in her eyes — the one that she always has when she feels like a burden and feels like she should be apologizing.
"sweetheart, don't even think about apologizing. none of this is your fault."
[y/n] sighs in exasperation. "maybe it is. i'm the one that is always making a fool out of myself by believing in the best of everyone."
she sighs when a flash of irritation shows in his eyes. "what?" he whispers, his eyebrows furrowing together.
she takes in another breath when he walks over to her and hesitantly places his hands over her cheeks.
[y/n] sighs again.
"this isn't your fault, love. know that," he murmurs, his eyes searching hers for some kind of understanding. "please, tell me that you know that."
she sighs again, noticing the tears filling his eyes — it becomes incredibly clear to her how much the man in front of her cares about her.
"peter... " her own eyes fill with tears, even spilling to her cheeks.
without another thought, he gently wipes away her tears. "promise me that you understand me."
she sighs again. "y—yes, i understand," she murmurs, hating the hope that fills his eyes. "but, i just don't believe it."
he opens his mouth to object, but she interrupts him before he has the chance to say something, "i want to. but, i can't just shut off the way i feel — i was raised the way i was and with the trauma i have gotten along the way, i can't just forget it."
more tears fills his eyes, before he moves incredibly closer to her and brings her close to kiss her forehead. "knowing you want to believe it is good enough for me."
when he pulls away from her he smiles warmly at her. "let's go cuddle now, yeah?"
the softness in his voice makes her smile. "sounds like a plan, pete." she murmurs with a nod and leads him to their shared room.
once they're inside of their bedroom, [y/n] walks over to their shared bathroom, to change into her set of pajamas she set aside earlier in the day, after she had just gotten back from her father's home — she used to call it her home, but that all changed once her once-very-close relationship with her father changed.
after she changes and brushes her hair and teeth, she takes in a deep breath and tries to mentally prepare herself for the rest of the night.
but, when she shuts off the light and opens the door, she comes to realize that the bedroom is empty.
she walks out of the bathroom and looks around, her eyebrows quickly knitting together in confusion.
and just as she's about to call out her boyfriend's name, she hears hushed voices outside of the room.
with much more confusion filling her body, she slowly walks out of their room and into the living room, only to see peter standing at the door, talking at the door in a hushed voice.
"pete? is everything okay?" she asks as she walks up from behind him.
he jumps a little in surprise, before motioning towards the door.
the blond hair of their current guest surprises her.
"oh, gwen. hi." she greets her best friend and then her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him with her chin resting on his shoulder.
"what are you doing here?"
gwen shrugs. "i just wanted to check up on you — your dad called me, yelling at me because he thought that you'd left to go hide at my apartment."
the words that come out of one of her best friends' mouth shakes [y/n] to her very core — anytime she hears anything about her father, she gets easily nervous and scared.
in a matter of seconds, [y/n] slowly pulls away from her boyfriend's body.
she knows that she should try to pretend everything's fine and as if her friend's words don't affect her, but she can't help it.
if she had a few more seconds, she'd probably fall into a state of mind where she'd completely shut down.
but, when a light touch to her shoulder by peter shakes her out of her daze, she sighs and nervously finds her boyfriend's eyes on her.
"what's going on, guys? did something happen?" gwen asks worriedly after seeing the tense look on [y/n]'s face.
peter doesn't speak. he doesn't even look away from his girlfriend — his eyes simply say that the decision is all hers.
despite the fact that him and gwen are pretty close friends, he's always respected [y/n]'s choices.
with a sigh, [y/n] turns to gwen. "i kind of had a run in with my dad earlier."
as she hears that statement, gwen begins to notice the bruises on her best friend's face.
she frowns. "are you okay?" she asks, but after a moment, she groans and rolls her eyes at herself.
"i'm sorry. that was insensitive — of course you're not okay."
[y/n] laughs, despite the seriousness of the situation. "it's okay."
gwen gives her a pointed look, not believing for one moment that what she asked was okay.
"really, gwen," she says, finding some courage inside of her. "i'm probably not okay. but... " she trails off, suddenly feeling like everything is going to be okay with the ones that truly love her by her side.
"for the first time, i think i'm going to be okay — that everything will be okay." she says confidently, moving even closer to peter and practically burying herself into his arms.
gwen smiles. "good. i'm glad."
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AFTER A LITTLE BIT MORE of talking, they all finally say their goodbyes and peter shuts the door gently.
they move over to the couch, peter covering them — mostly [y/n] — with one of the fuzzy throw blankets that was lying over the front of the couch.
"you doing okay?" he asks softly as she lays her face into his neck.
she smiles, feeling reassured for the first time.
she lifts her head back up to look at him.
"i know going back was stupid. i do—" before she can continue, he interrupts her with guilt evident in his brown eyes. —"i'm sorry, bug. for how angry i got earlier."
she tilts her head in confusion. "what do you mean?"
"i shouldn't have gotten upset with you. and i'm sorry for startling you. i was just worried." he murmurs seriously, frowning at her confusion.
"i just... every time i think about your dad being near you or hurting you, well, it drives me crazy, sweetheart." he says, trying to ignore the anger in his voice every time he thinks about the type of person his girlfriend's father is.
"pete... it's okay. i'm not going to go back — i learned my lesson." she says, cupping his jaw with one hand, in order to try to calm him down.
he sighs, leaning into her hand and covering it with one of his own.
"that's the point, sweetheart. you shouldn't have to be cautious and scared to avoid him, so that he doesn't act like that. it's not okay."
she frowns, wishing that she could stop him from worrying.
but, she also knows that he needs to get these feelings out and off of his chest.
"tell me, peter. what is it?" she asks, being the understanding girlfriend that he loves — no matter how cliche that actually sounds.
"i love how good-hearted you are, sweetheart. the way you always see the good in everyone, despite what they've done to you — it's amazing," he starts, pulling her hand away from his jaw to hold over one of his legs.
"and i never want you to stop being that person. but, i also hate that you have to avoid him. you shouldn't have to give up your happiness and peace."
she nods in clear understanding.
he groans again, leaning his forehead over hers.
"it's okay, peter."
he pulls away and opens his mouth to say something in defense, but she stops him by speaking before him, "peter, i know it upsets you that he doesn't get to be punished for his actions and i get that."
he stops short, giving her a chance to finish talking.
"i know you hate that. but, i know that you love me more than any urge that you have to give him what he deserves — and that's what i need you to do, okay? love me more than you hate him." he frowns at her words.
as if noticing his hesitation, she says, "for me. please?"
he sighs in defeat and nods. "fine. for you." he murmurs as he pulls her closer into his embrace and body.
she smiles in victory as she lies her head on his shoulder. "i love you, peter parker. you know that?" she murmurs, cuddling up close to him.
"i know i can always count on you." she says, once more, smiling as he chuckles and stretches over to kiss her on the forehead.
"good. because i love you more and i'll always hold you when you need it, dove." he murmurs, smiling at her calm and at peaceful face.
and like that, they cuddle until they fall asleep with peaceful expressions on their faces.
summary: you’ve always considered yourself peter parker’s best friend. but when his interest in mary jane complicates your friendship, it gets harder to hide your feelings for him.
notes: hi everybody!!!!! this is 13.2k words long so i hope you enjoy it. i’m also trying out this thing where i change my pseudonym to sloane because i think it fits me more than when i picked scout over 3 years ago. also @ mary jane i’m sorry i love u please forgive me
warnings: typos, probably.
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As Peter Parker’s best friend, it hurt to hear him talk about other girls he wanted to go on dates with.
It hurt to an extent that you couldn’t quite describe, only that it felt like frustration kept inside of a bottle that was unable to be opened. The pressure was too much. You wish you could muster up the courage to tell him how you felt about him, but you were always discouraged whenever he absentmindedly brought up someone he thought was attractive.
As friends since junior year of high school, it wasn’t hard to fall for him as quickly as you did. Peter was always the quiet kid in the back of the classroom, smarter than anyone else in the room, and more observant than people gave him credit for. His kind brown eyes and soft gaze always made your heart beat much faster than you wanted it to.
You endured the teasing comments from your friends and never thought much of it until their words helped you look at Peter in a different light. He was still the photography nerd obsessed with biomechanics, but you grew to like him in a way that you hadn’t before. His kindness was unmatched, and when you found out he was Spider-Man, that only made your love for him grow.
There were times where you thought Peter might’ve felt the same as you, but you were never sure. It began when your friends pointed out how loving Peter was towards you, despite explaining that was the nature of your friendship. The way they described how Peter was when he was around you made you believe there might be something more to your relationship than just being friends.
You really started to think about your interactions with him and how your friends might’ve been right. You began to overthink your friendship with him. Did Peter always offer to buy you coffee because he liked you or because you kept his secret? Was Peter always slinging his arm around you because he wanted affection or because he’d been doing that since the both of you met?
The two of you became fast friends because of how many classes you shared and how many projects you worked on together. You hadn’t officially met Peter until this time, but you were more than aware of his intelligence. The same could be the same with Peter, and since getting to know you after projects you’ve worked on together, was fast to call you a friend.
There was never a doubt that you and Peter were two peas in a pod. Your teachers knew to pair the both of you together and it went so far as Aunt May being completely unphased when she saw you and Peter together in the apartment.
The both of you attended Columbia University and you were more than ecstatic to be able to continue living in New York with your best friend. Now in your last year of university, you continued your friendship with Peter. But being his friend meant knowing who his crushes were.
So it hurt to know that Peter never talked about you like he talked about girls.
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“I’m serious, Y/N. I think she might be the love of my life.”
You ignored Peter’s words the second he started to talk about the barista he met at the coffee shop the two of you frequent. Peter had a newfound confidence since graduating and it didn’t take him long to become more social since arriving at Columbia. He had been insecure about not having found his footing when it came to girls in high school, but college seemed to increase Peter’s self confidence. Still, he continued to keep his Spider-Man identity a secret to everyone but you.
But hearing him talk about girls he studied with, girls he wanted to take on expensive dates, and girls he wanted one night with hurt. Your infatuation was hard to deny and even harder to keep under the surface. For every night Peter came by your apartment to help with his minor injuries, a part of you had the initiative to tell him how you felt. But for every night Peter talked about girls he found pretty, a part of you wanted to bury your feelings deep underground until you couldn’t feel them anymore.
“Y/N, are you listening?”
You lifted your head from your laptop and ceased typing, sliding your glasses back to the bridge of your nose.
“Sorry, this essay is taking up a lot of my concentration. What were you saying?”
Peter rolled his eyes. “The barista I’ve been talking about. You know, the redhead from Albert’s Coffee?”
You nodded. “Yes, I know who you’re talking about.”
Your heart broke when you saw him smile.
“Her name’s Mary Jane, MJ for short.”
“Oh, that’s nice.”
Peter rolled his eyes again. “A little enthusiasm would be nice.”
“I’m very happy that you finally talked to your crush,” you said, trying to sound as encouraging as you possibly could without revealing your true feelings.
“She’s the nicest,” Peter let on. “I asked for her number and she wrote it on my cup.”
You did a double take.
“You asked for her number?” you asked.
“Yes?” Peter asked quizzically.
“I’m happy for you,” you lied. “I know you’ve had an infatuation with her for quite some time.”
“I can’t believe I was so scared about talking to her,” he said with a laugh. “She’s just as nice as I imagined her to be and she’s really pretty up close.”
Your heart broke again.
“She’s also studying biochemistry at Columbia,” said Peter. “To think I’ve never seen her in any classes…”
He trailed off and you ignored how he was looking at his phone like he was waiting for her to text him back. You sat in the library with your notes in front of you and wanted nothing more than to leave. How could you compete for Peter’s attention when he already had eyes for someone else? You were particularly jealous of Mary Jane’s biochemistry major, as that was the one thing you and Peter didn’t have in common. You were fairly decent when it came to the hard sciences, but your loyalty was in business and communications. It was far different than Peter’s chosen path and as a result, you rarely crossed his path during classes.
“I’ve gotta go,” you said abruptly, looking at your phone.
“What?” Peter asked. “You got here thirty minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I forgot I planned to help a friend with her final project.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Peter said. “We can meet up later tonight?”
You knew he was asking permission to visit you after he spent the night patrolling.
“Sure, Peter,” you said with a tired smile. “Tonight’s fine. You know where my window is.”
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When Gwen Stacy entered your apartment, she already knew you were feeling less than energetic. You sat on the sofa in your living room with a box of half eaten pizza on the coffee table in front of you with red and swollen eyes.
“Do you remember when we first met?” you asked unenthusiastically. Gwen raised her eyebrow.
“Yes?”
“And Peter had the biggest crush on you, and I was so jealous that I couldn’t be in the same room as the two of you unless someone else was there with us?”
Gwen sat next to you and stole a slice.
“Yes. I have no idea where you’re going with this.”
You huffed. “Well, I feel like that now.”
Her eyes widened. “Is this your way of telling me Peter asked that barista out?”
You groaned. “He asked for her number and she gave it to him.”
“Let’s hope she tells Peter she likes girls,” Gwen said with a snicker.
She was referring to the week after Peter introduced you two Gwen; he had been ectatic to introduce the two of you over a cup of coffee and you were less than excited to meet someone Peter had a crush on. But when you met Gwen, it seemed like Peter was misinformed when she mentioned her girlfriend.
“I don’t know if I can go another year of unrequited love,” you sighed dramatically. “It’s been this way since our last year of high school. I can’t stand to see him check out other girls when I’m around.”
“You know that other girls are intimidated by you, right?” Gwen asked nonchalantly.
You looked at her. “What? Why would people feel intimidated by me?”
“It’s because Peter treats you like you’re his girlfriend?”
You scoffed. “Gwen Stacy, that’s a lie and you know it.”
“I’m being serious!” Gwen tucked her leg underneath her. “Peter’s always touching you, like having you hold his arm or sitting close to you when we’re out with friends. He brings you up in conversations a lot and he’s always meeting up with you after he hangs out with his friends. Girls are too intimidated to make a move on Peter because they don’t know if you two are dating or not.”
“Peter does that with everyone,” you retorted. “He does that with you.”
Gwen looked at you as if you had grown another head in front of her.
“Y/N, I love you, but you’re delusional.”
You huffed. “Well, I don’t think choosing to sit next to your friend counts as dating.”
“No, but Peter constantly talks about you. He’s always bringing you up in random conversation if it relates to something you’re interested in and he’s always telling people they should meet you.”
“He’s just being a good friend, then.”
Gwen rolled her eyes. “He’s not just being a good friend. Have you tried telling him how you feel?”
“Once,” you said. “It was like, sophomore year of college and I was ready to tell him but he got a call from a girl he had a fling with and ditched me to get pizza with her.”
“Oh, shit.”
You grimaced. “So my efforts have been subpar because I know he doesn’t like me back.”
Gwen remained silent. She understood where you were coming from. When she learned about Peter’s infatuation with her through you after the two of you had become friends, it became quite clear how Peter treated you versus other girls. He acted like you were his first priority. Whenever she and Peter would hang out, Peter would find a way to bring you into the discussion or ask Gwen if it would be okay to invite you along. She knew he’d do almost anything you asked and she observed the way he would be at your beck and call, even if it meant leaving her to see if you were doing okay.
So Peter’s actions remained confusing to Gwen. Peter treated you like a significant other without the physical affection. He knew where you’d be at any given time and spoke about you with more grace than a best friend would. A few of Gwen’s friends felt the same and have asked her about the relationship between you two, only to be left confused when she revealed that the two of you weren’t dating.
Gwen didn’t realize that Peter’s infatuation with the barista grew to this extent.
“I think it’s time for me to move on, don’t you?”
Gwen smacked your arm.
“Absolutely not,” she scolded. “I really think there’s something going on between the both of you but he doesn’t know it yet.”
You sighed. “I don’t know, Gwen. I don’t know how much longer I can take hearing him talk about this girl. It hurts too much.” Gwen gave you a reassuring hug and sunk into the sofa beside you.
“I’m free for the rest of the day if you want to stay inside and watch movies all day?” she proposed.
“Yes please,” you groaned. “Except you have to be out by eleven because Peter’s coming over.”
Gwen gave you a look. “Of course he is.”
You grimaced and shut up altogether, knowing that his secret wasn’t yours to tell. While you had friends outside of Peter and Gwen, you considered them to be your closest. It was hard to keep Peter’s secret to yourself because you were often caught in the middle of his second life. Peter came by your apartment most nights and often talked to you about his experience while patrolling.
But you also saw another side of Peter you were sure no one else saw. You saw his exhaustion when he pushed himself to work harder despite sleeping for a few hours every night. He had enormous bags under his eyes every morning after a tiring night and you watched as he used caffeine as his lifeline. You saw his compassion for the citizens of New York and how he was able to incorporate Spider-Man into his life.
You always listened and tried your best to empathize with him. Peter had told you he was Spider-Man nearly a year after he was bitten because he knew you would find out sooner or later. He noticed that you had been so attentive to the fact that he no longer needed glasses and how his stamina had strengthened. You saw his physique grow nearly overnight and how he seemed to be more perceptive than he had been when you first met him. And when Peter visited your apartment in his suit and took his mask off, you weren’t surprised.
In all truth, Peter was thankful for your support. Outside of May, you were the only person who he trusted enough to reveal his identity to. For the rest of senior year, you helped Peter patch himself up before going home and listened to all of his stories. This tradition continued into your years at university and despite having to adjust your sleeping schedule, you wouldn’t change a thing.
However, it became difficult to talk about how helping Peter affected you. Seeing him come back every night with bruises and other injuries broke your heart in more ways than one. You always express your concern with him, but you never expressed just how much. You wanted to hold him until he fell asleep and kiss his worries away. You wanted him to stay over at your place and keep a drawer for him in case he wanted to stay over, but he seldom did. It was only when Peter could barely move did he choose to sleep on the floor despite your protests to take the bed.
Keeping his secret from Gwen was nearly disastrous because you wanted to tell her how seeing him as Spider-Man, and being the only one who knew, affected you to the point where you felt like you couldn’t keep your feelings for him hidden. But you never wanted to sacrifice your friendship, especially since you knew he liked another girl the way you liked him.
Gwen left when Peter let you know he was coming over. You were thankful your roommate was spending time at a friend’s place for the rest of the week when Peter ungracefully stumbled into your room, throwing his mask onto your bed before collapsing on the large bean bag chair.
“I’m exhausted,” he said, running his hand through his hair.
“Any big injuries?” you asked, retrieving your first aid kit from underneath your bed. “I bet I could fight robbers if you get too tired.”
Peter smiled at you and put his hand by his chest.
“You’re like, this tall,” he said. “Teeny tiny.”
“I could still kick their asses.”
“Even when you’re an inch tall?” he asked, his thumb and index finger nearly touching. Peter laughed as you hit his bicep.
“It’s entirely your fault that you’re taller than everyone else in the room, Peter.”
You watched as Peter slipped the top of his suit off of his body. Inch by inch, you could see his skin and his glorious physique peak out from the red and blue suit. You held your breath and tried your best not to stare at his chest, which had a small gash near his collar bone. Peter’s brown hair flopped in front of his eyes as he pushed the fabric to his waist and you watched as he sighed while pushing his head towards the back of the chair. You gulped, seeing Peter’s Adam’s apple in his throat at the way he closed his eyes in exhaustion.
You were distracted by his arms most of the time. His expertly sculpted biceps were prominent in his suit and long sleeve shirts, and you always swooned when Peter would hold his arm out for you. Peter’s lips were parted from being parched and you watched as he swallowed.
“What, do I have something on my face?”
You gulped and watched as he laughed at his joke. Your fingers opened the first aid kit hastily and you nearly dropped it on your way over to Peter. He laughed at your mistake and you avoided his gaze when you took out sanitation. He winced at the cold and searing sensation of the antibacterial liquid and you watched as he bit his lip to keep from making a sound.
“How was it today?” you asked. Peter opened his eyes and looked at you.
“Wasn’t terrible,” he began. “Stopped a few robberies and got flashed with a pocket knife.”
“Small knives are your weakness after all, huh?”
Peter laughed. “I guess so. I would’ve dodged it if I wasn’t so tired.”
You frowned. “You push yourself too hard, you know that?”
“If not me, who else?”
“If you fall from exhaustion, who’s going to finish the job for you?” Peter remained silent. “That’s what I thought.”
Deep down, Peter knew you were right. Between work, his studies, patrolling, and trying to find time socializing with his friends, Peter felt like the world was weighing him down. All Peter wanted to do was give himself a break but he always felt guilty for wanting to take a breather. Who was going to stop petty thieves from stealing from convenience stores? Who’s going to walk people home late at night? Who’s going to continue keeping New York’s crime rate lower than ever before?
“I know that you’re right,” Peter said, “but I can’t stop. New York can’t wait for me to catch my breath.”
“I care about you,” you said. “You know that, right?”
He nodded. “Of course. I care about you too.”
“Then take tomorrow off from patrolling. Relax and do whatever you want for a change. Maybe you won’t get caught off guard by small knives.”
Peter grimaced when you cleaned the wound. He knew you were right and he didn’t want to deny himself from time off. He just needed to cope with feeling guilty when he did.
“Okay,” Peter agreed. “You’re right, Y/N. I could use one night to catch up on sleep. On second thought, I think I might order Chinese takeout and watch movies all night.”
“That’s all you’re gonna do on a Friday night?” you teased, knowing Peter didn’t care much for going out on the weekends.
“Nah,” he said. “If I’m feeling lonely, I’ll call you.”
The butterflies in your stomach erupted when Peter looked at you. His brown eyes were glistening underneath the lights in your bedroom and the tip of his nose was red from the cold air outside. It was like this on the weekends. You could almost always rely on Peter to call you on these nights because he was either out patrolling or inside his apartment playing video games until three in the morning. Peter knew you were always a safe bet because most nights, you were either hanging out in your apartment alone or hanging out in your apartment with your friends. If you were anywhere else, Peter was with you.
Part of the reason why you thought he might’ve reciprocated your feelings was because of this balance between friendship. Peter was stuck by your side since high school and he never questioned it either. It felt natural to be joined at the hip, so much so that you always felt strange when you were with mutual friends and Peter wasn’t there.
Gwen’s reasoning behind Peter harboring feelings for you had to do with how much time the two of you spent together. She almost always saw you with Peter during the day and could count on him crashing girl’s night if he texted you on the weekend. Gwen considered herself to be perceptive of other people and the small habits. For instance, Peter watched you intently when you spoke and always tried his best to get people to listen to you if others weren’t listening. He did his best to include you in plans with mutual friends and he always chose to carry your belongings even if you didn’t need help.
But you chalked it up to Peter being a really good friend. After all, hope that Peter returned your romantic feelings was crushed every time he talked about someone else who wasn’t you.
“I talked to MJ earlier today.”
Your heart sunk again. Your fingers halted their movements as Peter looked beside you with a lopsided grin that you wish was caused by you. The wound was almost clean enough for you to put a Band-Aid on it and you wanted nothing more than to be out of Peter’s peripheral.
“Oh?” you asked quietly, resuming your actions.
“We talked on the phone for what felt like hours,” he said with a light chuckle. “It was before I went out patrolling. She’s really funny and we have a lot of the same interests. MJ’s also a photographer.”
“That’s really cool,” you lied.
“Mhm,” Peter mumbled as you put a Band-Aid over his wound. “I really like her, Y/N. I think I might ask her out next week.”
“Ask her out?”
Your heart plummeted and you could feel tears prick at your eyes.
“Maybe to that Italian place a few blocks from my place,” he considered. “I think that’s a good place, right? It’s casual and not too fancy. I’m thinking of dinner and then maybe some ice cream afterwards. That’s casual, right?”
“It sounds great.”
Peter looked at you.
“This is the part where you’re supposed to tell me if my ideas are stupid or not.”
You sighed. “Peter, every girl is different. Maybe MJ wants dinner and ice cream. Maybe she wants a five star meal and a ride in a helicopter over New York. The whole point is to get to know her interests.”
“Hm,” he said. “Okay, I think that I should probably take her to the Italian place because once time she–”
Peter looked at your eyes and frowned.
“Are your allergies acting up again?” he asked, referring to your watering eyes. You quickly wiped them with the back of your hand and did your best to laugh.
“They’ve been acting up all day,” you lied. “Must be because I forgot to take an allergy pill this morning.”
Peter pouted and you knew he silently scolded you for not taking better care of yourself. The truth, you knew, was that you didn’t forget but you were on the verge of crying in front of him.
Peter had never seen you cry. Not when you failed your first test, not when you had to say goodbye to your parents before moving out of your apartment, and certainly not when you realized Peter was never going to like you the way you like him.
“I should set a reminder, or something. I’m usually good at remembering.”
You stood from your place and watched as Peter put his suit back on, his hands reaching for his mask. His fingers toyed with the hem of the mask and he paced around your room for a moment before looking back up at you.
“Do you think MJ will say yes if I ask her out?”
You looked at him and bit your lip to keep yourself from falling apart.
“Anyone would be lucky to go on a date with you, Peter.”
He smiled at you.
“Thanks, Y/N. You always know what to say.”
Peter waved goodbye and swung out of your window, and you made sure he was out of earshot before you let your tears flow free from its confines.
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You didn’t see Peter until two weeks later. He hadn’t made much of an effort to text you throughout the week despite seeing the plethora of delivered messages on your part. It hurt to know that Peter was most likely spending time with Mary Jane when he wasn’t answering you and your mutual friends thought it was peculiar that Peter hadn’t made an effort to spend any time with you either.
“I’m just saying,” Harry Osborne began, “that there’s clearly something weird going on with Peter.”
“It’s not weird, Harry. Peter likes Mary Jane and not me,” you said with a shrug. The truth hurts.
“But that doesn’t mean Peter should ignore you just to hang out with a girl.”
You groaned.
Harry’s loft was much bigger than yours and you found yourself in his apartment more often, accompanied by Gwen and Chinese takeout. The copious amounts of food was sprawled out on his coffee table as the three of you lounged on the couch and loveseat around it, attempting not to spill any food with cheap chopsticks and expensive plates.
The commute to his place consisted of a twenty minute subway ride and a short walk, prompting you to stay in his guest room if you didn’t feel like making the trip back to your apartment. Gwen thought it would be a good idea to spend time outside of your bedroom to avoid putting you in a rut, and your two friends were more than happy to keep you company while you wallowed in your sadness.
You had met Harry a year prior in a shared class and found it easy to get along with him. The man had a sense of humor and kept you from falling asleep in your eight A.M. class, and a friendship was born when you found out he was also friends with Peter. But lately, it seemed that Peter wasn’t talking to Harry as frequently as he used to before. You wondered if Peter was deliberately ignoring you in favor of hanging out with Mary Jane or if he didn’t know how to balance his time between his friendships and his love life, considering this was the first time he expressed great interest in anyone romantically.
“Why are we so interested in this all of a sudden?” you asked. “I thought we were talking about Gwen’s lab accident.”
“Nope, we’re past that,” she said, waving her hand in front of her. “No need to relive that embarrassing moment.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing the conversation shifted not because of her embarrassment but because of their mutual interest in your love life, or lack thereof.
“Peter hasn’t been responding to my texts these past two weeks,” said Harry. “I’m surprised he talked to you on Friday.”
“Y/N’s just special,” Gwen said, moving her chow mein with chopsticks. “Peter can’t live without her.”
“If only that were true,” you said with a humorless laugh.
“I can’t believe nothing has happened between you two since high school.”
“I thought the two of you were together when we first met,” Harry said.
You gave him a look. “You met me before knowing I knew Peter, Harry.”
He shrugged. “I mean, yeah, but the way you two acted around each other made me think you two were dating.”
You gave him a quizzical look.
“Peter almost always brought you up in conversation,” Harry explained. “Every time someone said something that reminded him of you, he’d make it a point to bring you up. Peter’s like, over affectionate when it comes to you.”
“We’ve been friends for almost six years,” you said. “I probably do the same.”
Gwen laughed at the irony.
“And let’s not forget that Peter never lets you pay for anything when you’re out with him.”
“That’s untrue,” you said, rolling your eyes. “We take turns buying food and everything else.”
“But when we’re all hanging out, Peter always offers to cover the cost of your coffee or dinner, or whatever it is.”
You couldn’t argue with that. You always offered to pay Peter but he said he owed you for helping him as Spider-Man and for keeping his secret, even though you would’ve done the same without compensation.
“Lastly,” Harry said, pointing his finger at you, “Peter always has to be near you.”
“Sitting next to you,” Gwen contributed. “Having you hold his arm when we walk somewhere.”
“Opening the door for you—”
“He’s just being nice,” you interrupted.
Harry rolled his eyes at you. You started to think your friends might lose their eyes with how much they were doing that.
“Peter talks about you like you’ve been married for forty years,” said Harry.
You shrugged. “That’s just how we are, I guess. We’ve always been close since high school, so it’s probably because we’ve known each other for so long.”
“You are so adorable when you’re in denial,” Gwen cooed.
“I’m not in denial,” you said. “I’m just trying to live with the truth. Every time I want to tell him, he talks about other girls.”
“Ouch,” Harry muttered.
“I’m just scared he’s going to ditch me for someone else,” you sighed. “I’m trying to get over this stupid crush I have on him but if he ignores me for a girl, I think that’ll be the thing the breaks my heart.”
“I don’t think Peter would ever do that,” Gwen offered. “We all know how he is. Loyal to a T.”
It was times like this where you wished you could tell Gwen and Harry about his escapades as Spider-Man. He hadn’t told them yet, that much you knew. But you wanted to tell them how he hadn’t been visiting you after patrolling when that was the norm. You desperately wanted Gwen’s trusted advice and Harry’s opinion as a guy, but Peter’s secret wasn’t yours to tell.
The idea of being the only person who knew that part of Peter’s life was weighing on your shoulders because no matter how worried you were when he came home with injuries, you weren’t going to talk about it to alleviate your stress. You couldn’t talk to your friends, your therapist, or anyone else. You could only talk to Peter about it to an extent, but even he didn’t understand the extent of how much it affected you.
You always rationalized that what he was dealing with was far greater than your worries. Peter always put his safety at risk to help the city he loved so much while you waited for him to come home. But your anxiety about whether he was going to be alive or not ate at you, and you couldn’t talk about it to anyone. The pang in your chest never went away.
On the day you saw Peter next, you were disheartened to see that he was accompanied by Mary Jane.
“Peter!” you said, realizing that he had walked into the coffee shop by Harry’s apartment.
“Oh, hey,” Peter said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t expect to see you over here.”
You shrugged. “I’m hanging out with Harry and Gwen, and drew the short stick for a coffee run.”
“Harry Osborne and Gwen Stacy?” Mary Jane spoke looking at Peter. “I think you’ve told me about them.”
You looked beside him to see Mary Jane linking her arm with his. You could see her grip tighten on his bicep at the interaction between you and Peter, but you smiled nonetheless.
“Mary Jane, right?” you asked after a brief pause.
She pursed her lips and nodded, holding her hand up to give you a meek wave.
“That’s me,” she said before looking at your best friend. “Peter, who is this?”
You tried your best to keep the shock below the surface, considering she had seen you at the coffee shop she works at with Peter. Perhaps it was presumptuous of you to assume he would have mentioned you throughout the few weeks that he had been talking to Mary Jane, but you were more than surprised at the fact that he hadn’t mentioned you at all. You thought it was strange at how Peter was acting, almost as if you caught him red handed.
Mary Jane looked at Peter with utter confusion as he bit his lip and shifted from one foot to the other. His free hand ran itself through his hair as she waited for an answer and you raised your eyebrow at him.
“This is Y/N. She’s just a friend,” he said nonchalantly.
“Ah,” was all Mary Jane offered before giving you a forced smile.
“Peter and I go way back,” you said childishly, hurt over his weak attempt at an introduction. “We’ve been friends since high school.”
“Oh, Peter’s never mentioned you,” Mary Jane replied.
“I’m sure he hasn’t,” you said as politely as you could while gritting your teeth. You looked at Peter, who looked elsewhere when you heard your name being called.
Grateful for the distraction, you separated yourself from the pair and walked back to Harry’s apartment without saying goodbye.
The coffee stray felt heavy in your hands when Harry let you into the apartment complex and by the time you reached his loft, you had to hand it over to Harry before collapsing on the couch with your head by your knees.
“What happened?” Gwen asked, concerned. She sat beside you and Harry, discarding the coffee on the table, paid attention to your posture when he heard you sigh.
“I just ran into Peter and Mary Jane,” you said with a shallow breath, lifting your head to meet your friends’ gazes.
“Oh,” Harry offered, sitting on the other side of you.
“Peter barely acknowledged me when I said hi to him,” you explained. Harry could see your eyes growing red with every second passing and pulled you into his side while Gwen held your hand. “It was like he didn’t want to be seen with me.”
“That doesn’t sound like Peter at all,” Harry said, annoyed at his friend’s actions.
“She didn’t seem too pleased to see a girl walk up to Peter either,” you explained. “I don’t want to sound like a jealous, petty friend or anything, but it hurt that Peter never talked about me to her. It was like he didn’t want her to know that we’re friends.”
“Oh, Y/N,” Harry said, tightening his grip on you.
“Mary Jane mentioned the both of you by name,” you said in distress. “That goes to show that Peter’s been talking about his friends but he never mentioned me at all.”
“You have every right to be upset,” Gwen confirmed.
“I felt so stupid standing there,” you said. “It was like Peter was too embarrassed to be seen with me because he didn’t make any eye contact until I had to leave to pick up the coffee. Why did he do that? What gives?”
“That’s weird,” Gwen commented. “You ran into them at the coffee shop?”
You sighed and nodded. “Yeah. She’s very beautiful.”
Harry and Gwen remained silent for a moment. They were undoubtedly confused by Peter’s actions because in the time that they knew the both of you, it always seemed like Peter favored you over everyone else. Purposely not mentioning you, his best friend, while mentioning people he hadn’t known for as long, was peculiar. Neither Harry nor Gwen had met Mary Jane but they weren’t too keen on asking Peter for an introduction any time soon.
Gwen watched as you sniffled and handed you a tissue with a soft smile as Harry did his best to comfort you in an embrace. His chin rested at the top of your head while he looked at Gwen, who was equally as confused by Peter’s actions.
“He’s pathetic,” Harry said bitterly.
“We’ve never had a fight,” you admitted. “Not a serious fight, anyway. But to go so far as to ignore me for a girl and pretend I don’t exist when I run into him is just…stressful. I feel like my heart got hit by a truck.”
“I’ll go down there right now and kick his ass,” Gwen said through her teeth.
“Gwen and I are co-presidents of the Peter Parker Hate Club,” Harry said.
“I feel like I’m losing him.”
Gwen scowled.
“Best friends shouldn’t make you feel shitty,” Gwen said, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. “Peter should be proud to introduce you to the people he’s talking to. You’ve been his best friend since high school, watched him grow out of his shell, and have so many awkward teenage stories to tell.”
“Yeah.” You sighed, detangling yourself from Harry. “I just need a second.”
Harry and Gwen watched as you locked yourself in his bathroom and looked at each other knowingly.
“Do you think Peter’s afraid that Mary Jane will think they’re dating?” Harry asked. “I mean, it makes sense. Everyone always mistakes them for a couple.”
“That’s what I’m thinking,” Gwen agreed. “Part of me thinks Peter didn’t want them to meet because he and Y/N are naturally so close.”
“That, or…” Harry trailed off.”
“What?”
He shook his head. “Or maybe Peter has feelings for Y/N but he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Think about it,” he started. “Peter and Y/N have always been mistaken for a couple. Maybe Peter got tired of only being friends and started hanging out with Mary Jane to get over Y/N.”
Gwen considered the thought and if she was being honest with herself, she wouldn’t put it above Peter to act like that. In the couple of years that she knew Peter, she was aware that he liked to deal with his problems by himself.
“I guess so,” she mumbled. “I wouldn’t put it past him to do that.”
“I just wish we could do something so that Y/N doesn’t have to see Mary Jane and Peter together,” Harry said. “That’s a bit unrealistic, isn’t it?”
In the weeks following your introduction to Mary Jane, it’s almost as if you couldn’t outrun her. She seems to be everywhere you go even if Peter wasn’t with her. You stopped going to the coffee shop she works at but you still see her by Harry’s apartment, at the grocery store, and around campus.
But what hurt the most wasn’t the reminder that Peter wasn’t yours, it was the fact that Peter hadn’t made an effort to talk about you, coupled with the fact that Mary Jane ignored you every time you were around.
If you were eating lunch with Peter, he would leave you behind in favor of seeing Mary Jane. If you were with a group of mutual friends, Mary Jane would edge you out of the conversation and maneuver you away from Peter. You hadn’t realized it until Gwen started to point it out because while Mary Jane was a conversationalist with her, she had barely acknowledged your presence.
Harry soon took notice of her actions. She’d divert the conversation if you were included and attempted to place herself in Peter’s view to take the attention off of you. It was childish at best, Harry considered, that she would go so far as to make you feel excluded from the conversation despite not having gotten to know you. He was upset at Peter for being oblivious to all of her actions. It went so far as Mary Jane making a backhanded comment about you and Peter laughing in agreement, and when Harry noticed anxiety and hurt taking over you, he decided that Peter wasn’t worth having around as a friend if he was going to continue acting like this.
You weren’t sure how long your friendship with Peter would last if you continued to have romantic feelings for him and if Mary Jane continued to push you out of Peter’s life.
*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ
You found yourself at Harry’s apartment with him and Gwen again, but it was a Sunday night and you needed to get back to your apartment before your Monday classes. Much to Harry and Gwen’s dismay, you decided to go back to your apartment for the night. Your roommate was out of the apartment again and you were thankful that she wouldn’t be able to hear you cry throughout the night.
But much to your dismay, Peter landed on your fire escape.
He opened your window carefully when he saw your headphones in. You saw him almost instantly and didn’t bother to close your laptop or take your headphones out to greet him. Instead, you chose to remain underneath your bed covers and continue paying attention to the media in front of you.
“Come on,” Peter sighed, taking his mask off and closing the window behind me. “I’m a little hurt, okay? I didn’t know where else to go because I ran out of bandages.
You breathed heavily and looked at him from above your laptop monitor. Without a word, you closed your computer and grabbed the first aid kit, waiting for Peter to take his suit off to tend to his wounds. Peter watched as you remained wordless as he sat on your chair and sank into the cushion.
“Easy!” Peter exclaimed when you started to clean his wound by his temple.
You looked at him before resuming your work.
“Patrolling was fine, thanks for asking,” Peter said sarcastically. “Only a few punches and scrapes from being punched around. That’s all.”
“I don’t know why you expect me to feel sorry for you when you do that every night,” you said articulately. Peter frowned.
“Are you okay? What’s with the attitude?” Peter asked.
“What’s with the attitude?” you repeated, halting your movements. “You don’t introduce me, your best friend since you were sixteen, to the girl you’re talking to but she knows Harry and Gwen by name. You barely paid any attention to me when I said hello to you a few weeks ago and you’ve been ignoring me since the last time you were here.”
“That’s why you’re mad?” Peter asked, laughing in disbelief. “Come on, Y/N. It’s not a big deal. And I wasn’t ignoring you, I’ve just been busy.”
“It’s a huge fucking deal, Peter,” you retorted. “I felt like you thought I wasn’t worth mentioning.”
“Don’t say that,” he said, adjusting himself in the seat. “I’ve been hanging out with MJ a lot recently. You don’t get a say in who I hang out with and who I don’t.”
“That’s not the point, Peter,” you said. He raised his eyebrow and could hear your hard tone.
“Then what’s your point?”
“You’ve been ignoring Harry and Gwen also. You’ve been spending so much time with Mary Jane that you’ve forgotten you have other friends.”
“So I’m the bad guy for wanting to spend time with the girl I like? Why can’t you be happy for me?” Peter asked.
You dropped the cotton ball in the trash and stood from your spot, not bothering to clean the rest of his wounds.
“Peter, you don’t make time for any of us. You ignore me for two weeks and then you come back to my apartment and expect me to patch you up and ignore how I feel.”
“That’s our agreement!” Peter exclaimed, standing from his seat to stand in front of you. “You always said you’ll be there for me when I need it the most, and I need you tonight.”
“I don’t want to be at your beck and call when you need me,” you said. “Not when I can’t get a word from you in two weeks. That’s unfair.”
“I’m out there every night risking my life for New York,” Peter retorted. “The least you could do is help me when I’m injured. It’s not that hard.”
You looked at Peter pointedly and laughed sarcastically.
“Do you know how hard it is to keep your identity a secret?” you asked. “I can’t talk to anyone about how worried I am about you whenever you put the suit on. I can’t tell anyone about how I feel because your secret is not mine to tell.”
“Do you know how hard it is to carry this entire city on my fucking back?” Peter argued, crossing his arms. “All you’re doing is sitting in your apartment while I’m out there fighting crime. Don’t fucking talk to me about keeping my identity a secret and having to carry that burden.”
You could feel your lips quiver. Peter had never raised his voice at you for the duration of your friendship and you were nearly ready to push him out of the window yourself.
“Why is it that you let Mary Jane make fun of me?” you asked with hurt in your tone. “Why do you let her push me out of conversations? Why do you let her exclude me from hanging out with our friends?”
“Y/N,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re being ridiculous. MJ’s not like that.”
“You don’t see it, Peter,” you sighed. “You are so blinded by your infatuation with her that you don’t see how she makes backhanded compliments at my expense.”
“You know, I have never thought of you to be the mean type, but you’re being awfully pathetic right now,” Peter spat. “I have more than enough room for more than one girl in my life, Y/N.”
“And I’m not saying you can’t have other friends who are women,” you pointed out, “but don’t you think it’s crossing a line when she’s being blatantly rude to me in front of you and all of our friends?”
“Now you’re just making shit up,” Peter said. “If you’re jealous, just fucking say it.”
“I’m not jealous, Peter. I’m hurt.”
“You don’t get to say that when you’ve been a bitch to her right back,” he said. “MJ complains that you never invite her to anything and that you talk shit about her behind your back. She heard you talking about her to Gwen yesterday.”
“That’s bullshit!” you argued. “I’ve never said anything bad about her. She’s the one who keeps prodding me to say something bad about her in public, Peter. Don’t you see it? Don’t you notice when she tries to pick an argument with me when you’re around?”
“That’s not true.”
“Does she even know that you’re Spider-Man? Why are you defending her like this?”
“You’re fucking delusional,” Peter said, putting his mask on.
Your heart sank. Peter had never spoken to you like this and always tried his best to understand where your feelings came from and you couldn’t understand why he was defending someone without considering how you felt. You bit your bottom lip as it quivered to keep yourself from crying in front of him, watching as he opened your window.
“So that’s it?” you asked. “You’re going to leave this unresolved and go back to your apartment?”
“I’m going to go to MJ’s place because she’s more of a friend than you are.”
He shut the window behind him and as you watched him swing away before crawling back into bed, choosing to ignore how your heart fell to the bottom of your stomach.
*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ
“What a fucking idiot,” Harry said, anger clear in his voice.
Harry had visited you at your apartment after you sent multiple voice messages to your group chat the morning after Peter left. Gwen, who was stuck at work until later that evening, sent you well wishes.
The bowl of pasta in your lap was cold after many attempts at eating on Harry’s suggestion. It was half full when you put it aside, favoring the carbonation of La Croix to avoid pulling out wine and drinking it at eleven in the morning. Your roommate was caught up on the recent events, vowing to punch Peter in the jaw if he ever came to the apartment when you weren’t here. She left for work an hour after Harry arrived and you’d been sitting on your bed with him next to you ever since.
“I don’t think I’ve experienced true heartbreak until now,” you said, sniffling as Harry paused the television show and put your laptop on the floor. “This is Peter, you know? We’ve always been there for each other and I was there for him when he found out he was—”
You stopped talking, instead sighing and blowing your nose.
“He was what?” Harry asked.
You shook your head. “I’ve always been there for Peter whenever he needed me and he’s always done the same for me. I don’t know why a girl had to come between us.”
“Peter’s a piece of shit for saying those things to you,” he said. “I’m sorry he did.”
“I would’ve gotten over him,” you said pointedly, not believing yourself for a moment. “I would’ve been okay with him dating a nice girl. But Mary Jane always has something to say about me, you know? I can handle bullshit said to my face but it hurts that Peter doesn't defend me.”
“He’s throwing away your friendship for a girl he’s known for a month,” Harry scoffed, crossing his legs underneath him.
“It was always us against everyone else,” you said quietly. “May never questioned when I came over because we were so close. I’ve always had this soft spot for him, even before we became close friends, and I always thought I’d get the right chance to tell him how I feel.
But every time I went to say something, Peter always talked about other girls and about how he wanted to experiment with girls and break out of his shell. Who am I to stop him from doing that?”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Harry said, nudging your side. “I wish I could tell you the right thing.”
“All I know is I want to do something this weekend to forget about him,” you declared. “I don’t really care what, I just want to be drunk and not think about Peter.”
“My friend is throwing a party not too far from my place,” he suggested. “Rich kid, good alcohol, and a huge house. It’s probably the best place for what you’re thinking.”
You clapped your hands together and stood from your bed, opening your closet. You picked out a dark green mini dress, holding it up for Harry to see.
“I bought this dress a few months ago but never got the chance to wear it,” you said. “It goes with all of my gold jewelry.”
“I can see if Gwen wants to come,” he said, texting the group chat. “Do you want to come get ready at my place?”
“You’re a godsend,” you praised, putting the dress back in your closet.
“Don’t say I didn’t do anything for you,” Harry joked. “We’re going to have fun and enjoy free alcohol.”
“Exactly,” you said, nodding and sitting back next to him. “I’m not even going to think about Peter Fucking Parker.”
By the time the weekend came, you and Gwen had arrived at Harry’s with takeout and opened a bottle of expensive tequila for pregame shots. By the time you were finished getting ready, your confidence had skyrocketed and you were thankful for friends who would be there to help you forget about Peter. Your hair was straight and no strand was out of place. You commanded yourself not to cry and ruin the makeup you had delicately placed on yourself, and your lipgloss alone gave you the confidence to walk into a stranger’s house like you owned it.
The place was already loud from the outside and you weren’t used to security outside of the building. Harry had flashed them a smile and they seemed to recognize him, allowing the three of you entry without a second thought. Harry had temporarily left you and Gwen to your own devices to say hello to his friends before returning to drag you to the bar, ordering cocktail after cocktail.
You felt good and free of Peter’s opinion of you. You nearly forgot about the unresolved fight that Peter had ignored when he left you alone in your apartment to deal with the residual feelings yourself. You’d spend the next few weeks trying to be okay with the fact that Peter hadn’t made an effort to reach out to you despite your efforts to mend what you thought was broken. But if Peter didn’t want to be your friend anymore, you didn’t want to be his.
You felt your phone buzz while you were in the bathroom.
Y/N’S HOES
harry osborne: peter’s here
harry osborne: fuck, i didn’t think he’d be here. it’s not his scene.
gwen stacy: must be mary jane who got an invite
harry osborne: y/n im so sorry. we can leave right now if you want ):
y/n y/l/n: no, it’s okay. we came here to have fun and i’m not letting peter ruin my night
gwen stacy: yay for getting drunk with my friends!!!!!
harry osborne: *best friends
gwen stacy: also fuck peter parker
harry osborne laughed at “also fuck peter parker”
y/n y/l/n: i’ll be out in a sec
You stepped out of the bathroom after touching up your lip gloss and found Harry. Gwen had disappeared to refill her cup when you saw Peter looking at you.
Your ears rang. The music suddenly became too loud when you caught his eye. Mary Jane draped herself on his arm, her hand in his as she tried to pull him in a different direction. But Peter planted himself on the floor when he saw you in that olive green short dress, looking much different than he remembered you. The last place Peter expected you to be was at an acquaintance of Mary Jane’s, who had a reputation for throwing lavish parties that lasted until the sun came up, but there you were in all your glory.
You had to admit, Peter looked good. His hair was unruly in the best way and he wore a form-fitting shirt that exemplified his physique. His brown eyes seemed to be locked onto you until Harry put his hand on the small of your back. Peter watched Harry, dressed in a black turtleneck, black slacks, and a single gold chain around his neck, touch you. Peter clenched his jaw when Harry’s much taller frame looked down at you in concern until his eyes met Peter’s.
You didn’t have to think twice about letting Harry guide you away from Peter.
“Peter is not responsible for how I feel and I refuse to let him have such a big effect on me. I can have fun with my two best friends and forget about him for tonight. Can we do that?”
“Atta girl,” Harry said, nudging your side with his elbow. “Let me introduce you to a few of my friends.”
Peter, on the other hand, felt like his breath was knocked out of him. He was reluctant to go to a party because aside from Mary Jane, he didn’t know anyone and felt like he’d consider himself an outsider the entire time. But she begged him to go and he didn’t have the heart to tell her no.
He was surprised to see you there, wondering how you managed to get into the party. Peter swore that you were the only person he saw in the room the moment he made eye contact with you, dressed in clothes he never thought he’d ever see you in. You looked somewhat distraught upon seeing him and Peter could tell you were trying to keep your composure.
But when he saw Harry touch you, Peter saw red. He didn’t want Harry to touch you in any way and he was angry at him for pulling you away from him.
“Let’s get a drink,” Mary Jane suggested.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sure, we can get a drink.”
An hour into the party and he cursed himself for being able to find you in a crowded room. The open balcony was big enough to host half of the party and you sat outside while Peter remained inside. You were sitting on a chair’s armrest while Harry was keeping you upright by letting his arm drape around your waist. Were the two of you seeing each other? If so, how long was it happening? How come you didn’t tell him, and why was he so jealous?
Mary Jane’s hand slid upwards towards the top of his thigh and he gave her a pointed look. She pouted when Peter took her hand off of his thigh and shook his head. Throughout the night, Mary Jane tried her best to pull Peter’s eyes back on her. When she saw that you occupied his attention, she scoffed and maneuvered herself so she was sitting in his line of sight.
Peter stared at Mary Jane in confusion.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“You haven’t been paying attention to me all night,” she complained with a pout.
“I told you I didn’t want to come,” he said. “But I came anyway.”
“You keep looking at Y/N,” she said, crossing her arms.
“I’m just spacing out,” Peter tried to defend. He could see Harry’s grip on you as you tried to stand, pulling you back down to your seat.
“You aren’t,” Mary Jane said, rolling her eyes. “Ever since we met Y/N a few weeks ago, you’ve been so preoccupied with thinking about her and you haven’t been paying any attention to me. It’s always ‘Y/N this and Y/N that,’ and it’s getting fucking annoying.”
His head snapped towards her.
“What did you just say?”
“Be honest, Peter,” you said, patting his knee. “Y/N’s really annoying with the way she tries to be friends with your friends. It’s kind of pathetic to watch her try to insert herself in our friend group when she’s clearly not wanted.”
“Why would you say that?” Peter asked, leaning back to hear if he heard Mary Jane correctly. “Y/N is my best friend and she was Harry and Gwen’s friend before yours.”
“She’s clearly in love with you and trying to break us up,” Mary Jane complained. Peter looked at you behind her head and back to Mary Jane.
“What?”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s so obvious, Peter. She’s in love with you and has been trying to get me out of the picture ever since we met.”
When Peter really thought about it, he couldn't think of a time when you had done what Mary Jane accused you of. He thought about all the times you ate lunch with them or happened to go out with all of your mutual friends, and not once could he remember a time where you didn’t mind your own business despite Mary Jane insisting on speaking ill about you.
If Peter was being honest with himself, he was trying to get over you through Mary Jane. He was so sure that you didn’t like him the way he liked you and tried his best to forget how he felt whenever he saw you. Peter denied his feelings for so long that he fooled himself by thinking he was over you, but seeing you with Harry’s arm around your waist was enough to make him see ultimate red.
“Don’t talk about Y/N like that,” he said sternly. “You don’t get to say anything about her when she’s never said anything about you.”
“What, you’re defending her now?” Mary Jane scoffed.
“Y/N has been my best friend since I was sixteen and the reason why we got into our first fight was because you were telling me lies,” Peter said. He couldn’t believe it took him until now to realize that you were telling the truth and he had pushed you away in the process.
“Peter,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Y/N’s just a girl. Forget about her.”
Peter stood up when Mary Jane’s hands touched his chest. She looked at him in surprise and followed suit. Peter scowled at the girl in front of him.
“She’s not just a girl, MJ. She’s Y/N, my best friend who has always been there for me even if I fuck up. She has been the only person who’d been there for me through thick and thin and I pushed her away just to make you happy.”
Mary Jane could see Peter’s cheeks turn red with anger.
“Peter—”
“Enough talking,” he snapped. “You’ve been telling me lies about Y/N and I always thought she was the childish one. I now know that was you.”
He turned to walk away when she caught his arms, but he shrugged her off.
“Peter, please,” she pleaded. “Let’s leave this party and talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about!” he exclaimed. “I need to make things right with Y/N.”
Peter didn’t give her a second thought as he fought his way through the crowd of people before finding you laughing at something one of Harry’s friends said. When said friend left, Peter took it as a cue. He took a deep breath and timidly walked to where you sat, but he was met with angry looks from Gwen and Harry.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Harry asked.
“I wanted to talk to Y/N. All of you, actually,” he said, running his hand through his hair.
“This isn’t the time nor place,” Harry said.
“What he said,” Gwen agreed.
“I’ve been a shit friend to all of you,” he admitted, watching as you avoided his gaze. He wasn’t sure if the partygoers were listening, but realized they might’ve been too drunk to care.
“You’ve been ignoring us for a month to go off with your fling,” Gwen said quickly. “You don’t get to act regretful just because it didn’t work out.”
“Y/N,” he said, pleading with you.
“You don’t get to talk,” you said, feeling yourself sobering up. You stood from your spot and Peter gulped. “I have been nothing but patient with you ever since we met. I have supported you with every decision you have ever made because I’ve always believed in you and I thought you believed the same about me.
But to ignore me for some girl you just met? I would have supported you if you didn’t ignore me like I was someone who wasn’t important to you, Peter! What makes you think that you can expect me to take care of you when you couldn’t even text me back?”
“Y/N, I—”
“Save it, Parker,” you spat. He widened his eyes. You never called him by his last name.
“But—”
“It’s like you said. All you do is risk your life for New York while I stay in my bedroom waiting for you to come home to me. We clearly aren’t on the same page.”
Gwen and Harry thought you were referring to his position as the Daily Bugle’s photographer. Peter knew you were talking about Spider-Man.
He watched as you marched away from him and felt like his heart had been ripped out. This feeling was confirmed when Gwen and Harry had run after you without sparing him a second glance, and he didn’t know how he could fix it.
Peter left the party heartbroken and couldn’t help but wonder if you felt this way the night he left your apartment.
*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ
“She doesn’t want anything to do with you, Peter,” Harry said.
Two days after the party, Peter walked to your apartment in hopes of apologizing and was lucky to catch the door as someone was leaving. He figured a couple of days would be enough time between conversations. He was stunned to see Harry inside of your apartment when he knocked. He hadn’t recalled the two of you being this close and started to panic, wondering if he was too late.
“Look Harry, I—”
“No, Peter,” Harry interrupted. “You hurt Y/N badly and she needs space before she can process whatever it is you want to say to her.”
“Please,” Peter pleaded. “I fucked up badly, I know that now.”
“Did you know that when you ignored her for Mary Jane?” Harry pressed. “Or when you called her a bad friend for expressing how she felt despite you not liking it?”
Peter was quiet. He knew Harry was right.
“Go home, Peter. I know you didn’t mean to hurt her, but what’s done is done. Y/N needs some space right now and one conversation isn’t going to fix what you did.”
His breath caught in the back of his throat. Peter willed himself to pull back, nodding in defeat as he took a step towards the end of the hallway. But he turned around just before Harry was about to close the door.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you too,” he said. “And Gwen. I’m sorry for being a shit friend and there’s no excuse for it. I’m really sorry.”
Harry pursed his lips and nodded.
“I know how you are,” he said quietly. “I forgive you, Peter.”
Harry closed the door, leaving Peter with his thoughts.
Peter wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to let you be alone for. If it were up to him, he’d put his suit on and climb through your window so that he could apologize properly. But Peter knew this was something he had to fix as Peter Parker, not Spider-Man. He knew deep down that you were never in it because of his alias—you were supporting him because you believed he could do great things. Peter knew your friendship was unconditional because he felt the same way about you.
A week and a half later, Peter found himself sitting alone in his apartment, looking at photos of you he had taken on his camera. He missed you and wanted to apologize for his actions and his mistakes first and foremost because the only way he could mend his heart was to try to mend yours. Peter missed your wit and how well you were able to keep up with his sarcasm. He missed the way you fell asleep during movie marathons and he missed how easy being around you felt.
When Peter heard a knock at his front door, he was perplexed.
“Harry?” he said in surprise when he opened the door.
“Can I come in?”
Peter stepped aside and watched as Harry looked around his apartment.
“I want to apologize again,” Peter began. “I was a shit friend ignoring you and I really value you as a friend.”
Harry put his hand on Peter’s shoulders. “I’ve already forgiven you. Gwen told me you gave her the same speech and that was enough.”
Peter visibly relaxed. “Oh good, because—”
“But you should apologize to Y/N soon.”
Peter gulped.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to know what to say,” said Harry. “Y/N’s been upset because she thinks you don’t want to be her friend anymore, Peter. You need to prove her wrong because I know you love her.”
Peter’s gaze snapped towards his friend.
“What?”
“You’ve loved her since you were kids,” Harry chuckled. “It’s pretty obvious. I didn’t want to believe you liked Mary Jane like you said you did because you always treated Y/N like you had been dating since you were sixteen. Mary Jane was jealous of her.”
“What?” Peter asked again. “What do you mean?”
“Mary Jane saw Y/N as a threat. She knew you were close to Y/N and needed to get her out of the picture before she felt comfortable talking to you, Peter.”
Harry looked at Peter.
“Mary Jane knew you loved Y/N even though you were denying it yourself.”
“I can’t believe I fooled myself for so long,” he said, shaking his head. “I need to tell Y/N how sorry I am and make it up to her.”
“Do it soon,” Harry advised before leaving the apartment. “And Peter? She feels the same.”
Peter didn’t know if Harry was telling the truth.
Later that night, Peter found himself at your front door after catching your roommate on the way out of the building. He could still feel the heavy warning she gave him but decided to risk it anyway. He knocked twice and could hear your footsteps from the other side of the door, hesitant to open it.
“Might as well let me in,” he said with a light laugh. Peter could hear you huff but he was pleased that you opened it anyway.
“Go home, Peter,” you said.
“Y/N, we need to talk about this. I want to fix my mistake because I hurt you and I want to apologize for it.”
Peter made his way into your apartment and you were about to protest until he spoke again.
“I was an idiot and a fool to push you away for another girl,” Peter began. “You’ve been there for me since before I found out I was Spider-Man and you’ve always supported me when I needed you the most. It was stupid of me to think I could compare what we’re going through. Most of all, I’m sorry for all those things I said to you months ago. You are the most important person in my life and I can’t begin to tell you how much I regret treating you like you weren’t.”
“Then why push me away, Peter?” you asked.
He looked at his hands. “I don’t have a good reason, Y/N. I just know that I love you too much to let this go unresolved. I hope I’m not too late.”
You were silent for a moment.
“You really hurt me, Peter,” you said. “I spent so much time trying to get you to be my friend again but it’s like you dropped off of the face of the Earth. I felt like you put your relationship with Mary Jane above our friendship, Peter.
“I’d never ask you to choose between me and somebody else. It just sucked that you couldn’t make me a priority like I did for you.”
Peter looked at you through his lashes and saw you breathing slowly, careful to choose your words. He stood by your front door and you had closed it by now, his hands in his pockets as he let what you said sink into himself.
He regretted pushing distance between the two of you to pursue a relationship even though he thought that was what he needed to do in order to get over you. But hearing Harry’s comment about how you were hurting and seeing your apartment looking much cleaner than before—he knew you were an anxious cleaner—made him think otherwise. Peter wanted desperately for things to be like the way they were before he met Mary Jane. He’d take unrequited pining over losing you as his best friend.
“I’m sorry,” was all Peter could say.
He held his breath for the silent beat that passed.
“I know,” you said softly. You took Peter’s hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I forgive you, Peter. But I need time to heal from this.”
“It’s our first fight and I’m stupid for being the one to start it,” said Peter.
You scrunched your nose and nodded. “Yeah, I’m not gonna argue with that.”
“Are we okay? I know you said you needed time, but…am I still allowed to ask you to hang out?”
“Of course,” you said, dropping his hand in favor of embracing him.
Peter was thankful that you were willing to work it through with him when he knew he didn’t deserve your kindness. He inhaled, smelling your lavender perfume as he nuzzled his cheek on the crown of your head. Peter always loved the height difference—he liked being able to protect you from minimal danger and he loved the way you fit in between his arms. Peter’s heart was racing and he was sure you could feel his heart pounding in his chest with how close you were.
Truthfully, it was hard for you to ignore your feelings for him. You wanted to push him out of your apartment and have the neighbors hear your angry monologue, but you wanted him back as your best friend more.
“Gwen, Harry, and I are getting breakfast tomorrow morning, if you’d like to come.”
“I’d really like that,” Peter said instantly. “Only if they’re okay with it too.”
“Gwen’s the one who told me to ask you,” you mumbled. “I mean, I want you there too.”
“I’ll be there,” he said. “I’ll even pay the bill.”
“Now, I don’t think you have the money to do that.”
Peter was relieved to hear you joking with him.
“Nah,” Peter said, waving you off. “Just got paid at work. I put in overtime and I can definitely cover tomorrow’ breakfast.”
“If you’re buying, I might order one of everything.”
Peter laughed and a comfortable silence fell between the two of you.
“I’ll text you the time and place,” you said as you opened the door for him. “Don’t be late.”
Peter had become on good terms with Gwen and Harry in the weeks after the party but you weren’t sure where you were with him. His efforts were extravagant at best, leaving you alone after his patrols to sleep and trying his best to resume the friendship the two of you shared before he met Mary Jane. You wanted to put your faith in him like you did before but you weren’t confident in your decision to do that just yet.
Peter was aching for your touch. His feelings for you had resurfaced when you allowed him back into your life. He was tentative about asking you to hold onto his arm like you used to, but he was more than willing to do whatever you asked, whenever. Peter knew he was falling into old habits again, admiring you from afar but wishing he could do something about it.
Your feelings for Peter never disappeared and increased tenfold when Gwen helped you recognize how much of an effort Peter was making.
It was a Saturday night when you called Peter.
“Y/N?” he asked, his voice raspy from just waking up.
“Sorry,” you replied. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Had a rough night patrolling,” he admitted. “I’m not hurt, I’m just exhausted more than usual.”
“You can come back,” you offered quietly. “To my window, I mean. My first aid kit hasn’t been touched in ages.”
“I can’t ask you to patch me up when I’m trying to be your best friend again,” Peter responded. “It isn’t fair of me to need you when I’m trying to make things right.”
You bit your lip. Unsure of why you became overtaken with emotion, you let a tear slip onto your cheek. It was the weight of forgiveness that made you realize how much you wanted Peter like before. Peter was your person, just as you were his.
Peter’s heart was pounding in his chest despite having just woken up. He panicked when he saw your contact photo on the screen of his phone and desperately hoped he sounded more awake than he anticipated. Peter’s elbows ached from propping himself up on his mattress and he was listening intently when he heard you sniffle.
“Come back home,” you whispered. “I miss you, Peter. I-I think I love you.”
Peter gulped. He couldn’t find the right words to say over the phone when he couldn’t see your face. He wanted to tell you that he loved you too and that all he ever wanted was to kiss you every night before you went to bed. Peter couldn’t fathom that you would ever feel the same way and he never prepared for the day that you told him you loved him.
He imagined your faint whisper and the way you never liked to cry in front of him. He imagined you sitting alone in your bed or pacing your room when you couldn’t sleep, and all Peter could do was stand from his bed and put clothes on.
“I’m coming over.”
Peter hung up his phone and wasted no time running to your apartment.
The light in your window was faint, the desk lamp being the only source of light in your room besides the moonlight outside. Peter was pleased to see the window still open and hastily climbed inside your warm apartment, shivering from the cold and because he forgot his sweater. He watched as you stood from your spot on the bed and wiped a tear from the corner of your eyes before letting your arms wrap themselves around his neck, balancing yourself on your toes.
Peter’s arms were around your waist as he held you tightly to his chest, his breath heavy with nervousness. His cheeks were red because of the cold, but he knew they would remain that way because of how hard he was blushing.
Peter pulled your arms from him to meet your gaze with his, letting the palm of his hands cup your jawline. The pad of his thumbs smoothed themselves over the apples of your cheeks as Peter watched your glistening eyes underneath the New York moonlight before pressing soft kisses where your tears once were.
You closed your eyes, basking in his delicate touch. Peter kissed your right cheek, then your left. He kissed both of your eyelids and your temples one by one, kissing your forehead after you had opened your eyes.
“I’m in love with you,” Peter whispered. “I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen. I’ve been in love with you since the day you took the liberty to make a portfolio of my photographs and sent them to the Daily Bugle. I’ve loved you ever since Aunt May caught you walking out of my room, even though we were studying for our calculus test.
“I’ve been so in love with you for as long as I can remember and I was an idiot to push you away. I always thought you wouldn’t see me as anything more than your friend, and for that, I’m sorry.”
“I’ve always loved you, Peter,” you said. “I’ve always wanted what’s best for you because you deserve that and so much more.”
“You deserve that. I love you, Y/N. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
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002: you come around, and the armor falls.
a/n; this took longer than i expected, but here we are! part two of this series. i really hope you all enjoy this one. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
it had been two weeks since your fight with spiderman. two weeks. you hadn't ever gone that long without seeing him since you met him. throughout those two weeks, you began to worry about him. when you met the masked man, he seemed to calm you down. your normal anxiety ticks weren't as bad, your university grades were improving, and somehow, someone you didn't even know, had such an impact on your life.
having grown out of your usual sort of habit, when you heard tapping on your window, you were startled. after groggily rising from your warm bed, you shuffle across the room to the window, pulling back the curtains and unlocking the latch to let in the crisp air. as you peer through the open window, you spot spiderman there, his face obscured by his protective mask, yet his presence palpable as he patiently awaits permission to enter, his silent gesture speaking volumes of your shared understanding that the tension from your previous fight was still there.
despite harboring some frustration with him, you relent and grant him entry, realizing that your friendship transcends momentary disagreements, and his presence outweighs any temporary grievances. "what're you doing here?" you ask, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.
he moves his hands to his mask and pulls it over his head—your jaw drops. "i'm really sorry about snapping at you. i know you can handle yourself, and i shouldn't have doubted that." he apologizes, and when he sees your confused face, he continues, "my name is peter parker, and i would really like you to let me take you out on a date."
you don't respond, just step forward and fling your arms around his neck, "thank you," you say, your hands playing with the locks of hair at his neck.
peter chuckles, "for what?"
"trusting me."
as you embrace peter, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. the tension that had been building between you since your disagreement dissipates in the warmth of the moment. you pull back slightly, looking into his masked eyes with a soft smile.
"i appreciate your apology, peter," you say, your voice sincere. "and i accept it. i understand why you reacted the way you did, but i'm glad we can move past it."
peter returns your smile, his eyes crinkling. "i'm glad too. i hate knowing that i upset you."
you shake your head, stepping back to give him some space. "it's okay, really. we're both still figuring this out."
he nods, his expression turning more serious. "yeah, we are. but I know one thing for sure—i want to get to know you better."
a warmth spreads through your chest at his words. despite the chaos of his double life as spiderman and your own everyday struggles, he still wants to make time for you. it's both exhilarating and reassuring.
"i'd like that," you reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "i'd like that a lot."
peter's smile brightens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "great. how about we start with that date? just you, me, and no crime-fighting distractions."
you chuckle, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the prospect of spending time together without the looming threat of danger. "that sounds perfect."
"good," peter says, his voice warm and genuine. "i'll make sure it's something special."
as you stand there, gazing into peter's eyes, you feel a sense of anticipation building within you. despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, you know that whatever comes your way, you'll face it together. with a newfound sense of determination and hope, you take peter's hand, ready to embark on this new chapter of your relationship.
PAIRING: tasm!peterparker x fem!reader
WARNINGS: none
GENRE: angst and alot of fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: gone, gone, gone by phillip phillips
WORD COUNT: 478
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your head was buried in your book, trying to figure out how to solve this maths problem when the front door slammed shut.
you turned around knowing who it was, giving him a smile as he walked through your bedroom door — he leant over, giving you a soft peck. before quickly pulling away. making his way over to your shared bathroom with slumped shoulders.
your smile soon turned into a frown, there wasn’t many days like this with peter, but of course he had his bad days — like everybody else did, but c’mon especially spiderman does.
it was an unspoken rule with the two of you that he would always come in and greet you with a soft kiss and an ‘i love you’, or vice versa if you had gotten home a bit later that day. no matter the circumstance.
following his footsteps, you made your way into the bathroom, pete was stood leaning over the sink, hand on either side of it with his head bowed down.
without a word you walked up behind him, gently wrapping your arms around his torso — head on his back, he stiffened, but soon melted into your touch, letting you hold him.
feeling his back start to shake as he cried in your embrace, you stood like that for a good couple of minutes then you turned him around to face you, wiping the tears that had once streamed down his face.
you couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling, carrying the weight of the entire city on his shoulders — worried of letting anybody down in the slightest.
sadly smiling up at him with knowing eyes, you made your way over to the shower. not letting go over his arm as you switched it over to the perfect temperature.
stripping yourself of your clothing, before helping peter with his, of course he could do it on his own, but it’s what the two of you did, looked after each other.
once the two of you had gotten into the running stream of warm water, you let peter go under first, the steam keeping you from getting cold. watching as the droplets run down his bruised body, him letting out a deep sigh of relief.
grabbing the loafer and some soap, you began lightly cleaning peter, starting at his shoulders and working your way down, as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
after you were both cleaned off, you got into some clean clothes before bundling up in bed with a random superhero movie in the background, cuddled up together.
just taking in each other’s presence, light jokes and kisses were shared.
until pete got really close to you, close enough that you could feel his breath lightly fanning your face.
“i really don’t know what i’d do if i didn’t have you in my life.”
pairing: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x reader (Marvel) part 1
word count: 2.7k
warnings: MAJORRRR NO WAY HOME SPOILERS !!
request/s: this was requested multiple times by multiple ppl !!
summary: Peter Parker had lost you in a different reality, but when he is brought to a reality with another Spiderman, he also finds you, but you don’t remember him.
a/n: there will be another part following this,,,it is literally so confusing to write with 3 diff spidermans while theyre all called peter parker so pls bare with me
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
"Ned... Do that again." MJ whispered, her eyes wide as she leaned closer.
Ned nodded, inhaling and closing his eyes. "I just wish we could see him!" Ned cried, moving his fist in a circular motion.
A beam of yellow light that formed a circle appeared, the sparks of light illuminated your face. Almost like a window, a view inside the portal appeared, the back of a man in a spiderman suit in the depths of the alleyway. He whipped his body around at the alarming light of the portal, smoke cascading his feet.
"Oh my god," you whispered, eyes fixated at the man inside.
"I-is that him?" MJ clutched your arm. The tension in the air made your stomach double over.
"Yeah, yeah, it has to be." Ned stammered over his words, his mouth agape as he watched in awe.
"Peter!" MJ called out to him, her hands brought up to her face as she didn't know what to do with them.
"Peter! Peter!" All three of you called out to him. Peter began to jog towards the portal, but as he came closer, something was off.
Your smile dropped from your face once he jumped inside Ned's house. Peter's suit was different. The spider engraved on his chest was more pronounced and longer than it originally was. You took a step back and held MJ's hand tightly.
He swiftly took off his mask to reveal his identity. But it wasn't Peter Parker. It was a man who seemed in his twenties, he had long messy hair that stood up, his face was narrow and his eyes sparkled. He panted as he rose his hands up, eyes studying each of you. But he lingered his gaze on yours, his expression softened and he gripped his mask more tightly.
"Y/n?" He choked out, his breath shaking as he took a step forward.
You furrowed your eyebrows and took a step back in response, "what?"
He swallowed, clearing his throat, "Is it really you?"
"I-I don't," you fumbled over your words.
"Who the hell are you?" MJ's eyes widened, she pointed her finger towards him.
The man brought his attention back to MJ, bringing his hands up defensively.
"I'm Peter Parker," his voice slightly shook.
"That's not possible," MJ accused.
"I'm Spiderman, in my world-" he pointed towards himself, "but yesterday, I...I was just...here." He attempted to explain, his eyes darting between everyone.
"Wow..." Ned said, looking between Peter and yourself.
Peter began to cautiously move towards the side, investigating his surroundings. "Multidimensional reality, and matter displacement, all real?" He asked.
"Yeah.." You all simultaneously said.
A smile grew onto his face, "I knew it!" He pumped his fist into the air.
His attention was brought back to you, his eyes glossed over. "So you're Y/n, but in this reality." He spoke as he made his way towards you. You froze in your spot, the words caught in your throat.
He was so close to you, you could feel the heat that radiated off of his body, he slowly brought his hand up to your face, his fingers grazed your cheek, so delicately as if he was afraid he would shatter you once he touched you.
"Can I hug you?" He asked innocently, afraid he would scare you off.
"Uhm, sure," you cleared your throat.
His gentle arms wrapped around you, his head fell on your shoulder as he took you in. You patted his back, assuming you had some sort of close relationship in his reality. He squeezed you a fraction tighter, his body melting into yours as every tension in his muscles were gone.
Peter hadn't hugged someone like this since you had passed, it felt warm, it felt right to him. It was something he had longed for.
"I'm sorry," He whispered in your ear. Although you had no idea what he was sorry for, you nodded and patted his back. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you...It was all my fault. If I had just..." He sniffed and pulled away. His eyes glossed over as he observed your face, a smile crawled up his face as he took you in.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled, taking a step away and wiping the tears that fell. "It's just been a while."
"No, no, it's okay." You gave him a guilty smile.
Ned coughed, standing awkwardly as he watched the embrace that occurred.
"We still need to find Peter," MJ said desperately, her anxiety growing every minute she didn't see him.
"Right, right." You rubbed the back of your neck, taking a quick glance at Peter, his gaze already fixated on yours. Shifting awkwardly, you looked over to Ned and nodded, wanting him to find Peter already.
Ned squinted his eyes, preparing to cast the portal. "Find Peter Parker!" He repeated the same motion from before and a firey circle appeared behind Ned.
MJ and Ned turned to look at the portal in awe, a man had appeared. But it still wasn't Peter. He looked like a regular man, dressed in a blue jumper with a jacket on top, he looked older than the new Peter that arrived.
"Hello." He said, a smile crawling onto his face as he waved. "Uhm, I hope it's okay, I just came through this-" The man looked at the portal only for it to disappear as soon as he stepped out. "-Oh, it just closed." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Wait, you're Peter too then." You concluded, eyeing his every move.
He nodded, "yeah, Peter Parker." His gaze averted towards the first Peter you met, and in a split second webs were shot and they both flipped. The new Peter shot his web towards the others wrist, they both paused before laughing.
Ned turned to the new Spiderman, "you're spiderman too, why don't you just say that?"
He laughed, "that kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing."
"Okay guys, I think we're getting distracted. We need to find Peter-" You turned towards the new man who had arrived, "-you're Peter 2,-" you pointed towards the Peter that was hugging you, "-and you're Peter 3."
"Why am I Peter 3?" Peter 3 pouted.
"Because I don't know. How do we find Peter?" You disregarded his question, turning towards Peter 2.
"Well, is there a place that he would go that has meaning to him? Like a place that he can-"
"Get away from everything?" Peter 3 finished off his sentence.
Peter 2 nodded, he felt a feeling of comfort knowing that there was another man out there that understood how he felt. "For me, it was the top of the Chrysler building."
Peter 3 breathed in, "Empire State building, better view."
"That is a sweet view."
MJ nodded, "Yeah, I-I think I know where that might be."
----
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of the building. His face was scraped and had bruises, blood dripped from the side of his face as he stared into nothing.
Ned, MJ, and you crouched to embrace him tightly as he cried onto your shoulders. He mumbled incoherent words as he wept, his breath hitching on his throat every few seconds.
You pulled away, "Peter, there are some people here you need to meet," you whispered into his ear.
"What?" He choked out. He got up and looked up towards the top of the building where two dark figures sat low.
"Wait, wait, wait, woah." He held his hand up, untrusting of the two men but as he saw the costume one of them was wearing, his confusion only grew.
"I'm sorry about May." Peter 2 said.
"I got some understanding of -" Peter 3 tried to comfort him but was interrupted.
"No, no, you don't understand what I'm going through. She's gone and it's all my fault. She died for nothing." Peter stopped him from talking, his blood shot eyes pooling with tears.
"You don't belong here, those guys they're from your worlds, right? You deal with it, either they die or you help them I don't care anymore. I'm done. "
"Peter, please." You whispered.
"No, Y/n. I'm done. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. You can go home now."
"I lost Y/n." Peter 3 suddenly spoke out, the mention of your name made your heart race.
"I couldn't save her. I won't ever forgive myself for that. I carry on and try to continue being that friendly neighbourhood spiderman, because I know that's what she would have wanted." He bit his lip, a frown appearing on his face. His gaze fell on you, his eyes held so much sorrow when they looked at you.
"But then I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. I don't want you to end up being like me. And I don't want that same fate for Y/n here too Peter, but we can stop that." Peter 3 admitted, his voice growing with strength.
"The night Ben died I got my revenge. It didn't make it better. It took me a long time to learn to get through that darkness." Peter 2 shared.
"Aunt May... She told me that with great power-"
"Comes great responsibility." Peter 2 finished off his sentence.
Peters eyebrows furrowed as he looked between the two men, "how, how do you know?"
"Uncle Ben said it." Peter 3 whispered.
"Maybe she didn't die for nothing Peter."
----
"You don't find it weird at all?" Ned nudged your side.
You took a deep breath in, "I just feel bad for the guy, and I mean, I feel bad for me too. He just seems so heartbroken."
"Go talk to him, I think it'd give him some sort of closure," Ned told you.
"You reckon?"
Ned nodded.
"Okay." You gulped before making your way towards Peter 3 who was working on a device. With each step you took, you felt your anxiety increase. 'It's just Peter. Why am I getting nervous over Peter?'
"Hey, Peter 3," You sat on his left, looking over at the device.
He looked towards you, surprise was flashed on his face at you coming up to him. He thought he had scared you off with all that emotional talk, "3? Again really." He laughed, his eyes twinkled with pleasure.
"I mean it would get confusing considering our circumstances." You shrugged as you teased him.
"Yeah, smart girl." He praised you.
"Do you know what you're doing?" You asked, looking over at him tweaking the device with a screwdriver.
He rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah, I've actually made this before in my reality."
"Is it any good?"
He laughed, "I hope so. Worked before it should work again. Otherwise, it would all be for nothing."
You hummed in response, enjoying the silence but the sudden talking from Peter and MJ grabbed both you and Peter 3's attention.
Peter and MJ were sitting across, deep in conversation as MJ comforted him. Their foreheads were placed together as they consoled each other. Peter 3's eyes lingered on them, a wave of sadness yet relief hit him. Sadness that he would not be able to experience that with Y/n, but relief that at least, in another reality, he had someone he could reside in.
"I'm sorry Peter, I just don't understand. Why was I so important to you?" You asked, knowing it was a touchy subject for him, but you wanted to know what relation you had with him.
"You were my girlfriend. You were the only person I had, one of the only people I could talk to." He lowered the device to look over at you.
"When Spiderman got too much, you made Peter Parker feel normal again. I couldn't ever repay that to you and in the end, it was all my fault. You were my MJ, Y/n." He sighed, tapping his fingers.
"I shouldn't have brought it up." You shook your head in guilt.
"It was unavoidable, you were bound to find out."
You sat in silence, too afraid to say anything that might upset him. You had learned a lot about Peter, he was still grieving and suffered from a lot of loss in his life, but he was fighting with the responsibility of Spiderman.
"Do you have someone?" He suddenly asked, the question taking you off guard.
Rubbing the side of your arms, you answered. "Uhm, not yet, just haven't found the right person yet."
"Do you think it might be Peter now?"
You shook your head immediately, "No of course not. He has MJ. We might've dated in a different reality, but you're not the same as him."
"I'm different now?" He laughed, looking over at you.
"Yeah, just a little." You smiled.
"Well, you're the same as ever." He brought his hand up and tenderly tucked a stray strand of hair that rested on your head behind your ear, the action sending goosebumps down your neck.
"Still beautiful, same smile, same girl." He muttered.
His smile changed into a frown, he quickly averted his gaze and began to toy with the device.
Your eyebrows furrowed, confused about what changed his demeanour so suddenly. "What's wrong?" You whispered, afraid you might've said something wrong.
"Sorry," he chuckled, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall. "I see you, and I-I. I just start to think about..." He stammered, wiping his hands on his legs.
"You don't have to explain yourself, Peter." You brought your hand to his arm, resting it there as a form of reassurance.
"I wish things could have been different yknow? Seeing you here, it's hard knowing that that could have been you back at home, but I wasn't enough."
"Peter, don't say that. You are." You shook your head.
"I haven't known you for long, but I'm sure you tried your best. It's what Spiderman does. He can't save everyone but he tries, that's what really matters. It's what's in your heart. You'll do great out there, Peter." You spoke in a soft voice, not wanting anyone else to hear.
"I know I'm not the exact same as her, I can't remember anything that happened, but I know that I'm proud of you."
"You don't know how much it means to me when it's coming from you, thank you Y/n. Felt like the world was against me. " He thanked you, a genuine smile on his face.
You laughed quietly, "well was this world ever a kind place?"
"In some places, it is." He hinted.
"You guys doing alright there?" Peter 2 asked, a smile plastered on his face.
"Oh yeah, doing great." You made your way towards him, curious about what he was doing.
"You guys just looked a little emotional there," He teased.
Peter 3 scoffed and laughed, "emotional, what?" He pointed towards himself and you.
"Well, Peter, if you wanted a speech before the fight, you could have just asked silly."
"Peter!" Ned called out, gaining attention from all three Peters.
"Yeah." They simultaneously answered.
"No, I mean Peter." Ned fumbled.
Peter pointed towards himself and the other two, "we're all called Peter."
"I mean Peter Parker."
"It's the same thing," Peter 3 stated.
"The laptop!"
"Oh right!" Peter exclaimed, jogging towards the computer.
"So now, all we gotta do is lure these guys out someplace. Try to cure them while they try to kill us...then send them home." Peter 3 explained, joining everybody at the table where they gathered around the laptop.
"All we have to do is figure out how we're going to get there." Peter clarified.
"Well, we have Neds magic now." You pointed towards an excited Ned.
"Yeah, and I promise I won't try to kill you or turn into a villain," Ned swore, only further confusing Peter.
Peter shook his head, "wait what? You have magic now?"
MJ nodded, "yeah, we all saw it, he's right."
"Okay, so the plan is, Ned, MJ and Y/n will stay here with a portal open, and I'll throw the box to them once these guys get lured in. Objections?"
"Nope," you said, popping the 'p' as Ned and MJ shook their heads.
"Okay, Ned open the portal," Peter instructed. Ned nodded and created a circular motion with his fists and a portal opened to the Statue Of Liberty.
MJ quickly ran to give Peter a final hug, whispering something in his ear before he went through the portal. Peter 2 then went through the portal, and before Peter 3 went through, you quickly grabbed his hand.
