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in love.
pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader
pov : third person , she/her pronouns
word count : 544
warning(s) : so much fluff!!!
notes : ahhh we hit 100 followers!! here’s some fluff as a treat :) <3
peter fell in love with everything about her.
he fell in love with how she gets up at the crack of dawn just to see the sunrise. he fell in love with how she walks on her tiptoes in the morning, the floor too cold for her sock-less feet. he fell in love with the small smile that rests on her face for the entirety of those calm mornings.
he fell in love with how she always makes him a cup of coffee in the morning. he fell in love with how her hands wrap around a steaming cup of tea, content with the warmth it brings to her body. he fell in love with the hilarious squeals that escape her mouth when food is burning on the stove.
he loves how she dances around in the bathroom while brushing her teeth to a silent tune in her head. he loves how she sings off-key on purpose in the shower just to make him laugh and how she makes faces at herself in the mirror when she's doing her makeup.
he loves how she shifts from one foot to the other when she's nervous and how she doesn't talk much when she's tired. he loves how her favorite colors are blue and red; his colors. he loves how she blushes when she catches him staring.
he adores how concentrated she gets while doing her college work. he adores the face she makes when she's bent over her own figure, finger guiding her eyes along the lines of the textbook on her lap. he adores how playfully angry she gets when he tries to talk to her on purpose when she's writing a paper.
he fell in love with the way her eyes light up when she looks at the sky and sees the moon. how she wants nothing more than to help people. how she would become spiderwoman if she could.
he loves that when he's frustrated, she is still his patient and kind and caring love. he loves her gentle heart. even if the opportunity to fight is there, she never takes it.
he watches her and can't help but smile. it’s inevitable, undeniable, unstoppable. everything about her is perfect in it's own way to him. everything.
he fell in love with everything about her.
so, after the years of dating that seemed like a short lifetime in itself, he asked her to marry him.
and that's where they are now. twenty years old. engaged. the most in love you could be.
y/n stands with her arms crossed over her chest, staring out the front window to the beautiful dewy morning outside.
peter does his best to be silent as he approaches her and succeeds; his fiancé doesn't recognize his presence until he's behind her. he wraps his arms around her hips slowly and presses a soft kiss to the too of her head, which makes her sigh in utter contentment.
“i’m in love with you, you know?” he whispers.
she grins, even though he can’t see.
“only because you love to remind me.”
a quick pause in their short conversation. a kiss pressed her temple. another sigh.
“peter?”
he hums, just to let her know that he’s listening.
“i love you, too.”
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no rain, no flowers.
pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader
pov : third person, she/her pronouns
word count : 893
warning(s) : angst & like lots of it, bad boyfriend!peter 💔
notes : bestfriend!gwen is my new fave i think
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carpet scratched at her legs, made her skin itch, crawl. or maybe that was her emotions attempted to claw their way out of her body, to escape.
the mirror she slumped in front of reflected a version of herself she ran from, hide from, loathed.
messy hair, unwashed, greasy. barefaced. runny nose. chapped lips. tear stained. dull eyes.
she sat, motionless. and she stared.
peter doesn't love you anymore.
her eyes stung again and she laid on her side, away from the mirror. she shut her eyes but could still see what she kept trying to ignore.
threadbare strands of the rug were an anchor to ground her, something to hold onto.
she should've had someone to hold onto. she
should've been able to go to him, the boy she'd been dating for months upon months. she should've been able to look him in the eye and relay her thoughts and trust that he would hear her. listen.
she should have. but they'd grown apart.
affectionate touches were disregarded or pushed away, bad days were turned from without the empathetic blink of an eye. she tried, she fought so hard, to salvage their relationship. peter just wouldn’t do his part.
he’s with you for the title. not for you.
a resounding knock on the wood of the bedroom door.
often, it slipped her mind how many times a week her best friend would arrive at her apartment unannounced. let herself in, help herself to ice cream, take a can of sprite, sit on the couch, turning on whatever show she was invested in at the moment.
"y/n?” gwen’s gentle voice.
she didn't bother to pull herself upright. waited.
silence swelled and then was disrupted by another soft rap of knuckles. the tv was playing gossip girl in the living room down the hall.
"yeah,” she answered half-heartedly.
"just wondering if you wanted to join me. i know you don’t like this show, but i can change it."
her eyes were still closed and she didn't care. didn’t care, didn't care, didn't care.
"yeah. yeah just a minute.”
a weighted pause.
"are you alright?"
she didn't care, didn't care, didn't care.
there were hot tears running down her face,
clouding her vision, eyelids sticking together. she didn't care, and she didn't answer.
her dearest friend called her name again, concern laced in her tone of voice. she knows that gwen wanted to come in, but she didn’t turn the knob.
more silence. shuffling. her footsteps retreating down the hall.
and she just didn't care. so she sobbed until the door knob was wiggling, twisted open, she guessed gwen had changed her mind.
there were hesitant, gentle hands on her torso, her shoulders. gwen muttered her name sadly, this having occurred before. watching as her best friend was beaten down by lack of communication made her heart ache.
she lifted her from the rug easily, pulled her into her arms, rested her head against her chest.
she’s holding you. but she should be peter.
gwen didn't ask if she should call for the boy; she knew all too well that is was entirely concerning him.
eventually, the buzzing subsided, peace left in its wake.
then.
"y/n?"
peter’s voice in the doorway. he moved around the bed, took in the scene.
“what....”
he trailed off.
she peeled herself away from gwen’s grip, met her best friend's unwavering gaze. nodded. she left the room without a word.
she stood, limbs aching. her heart didn't. her shoulders squared back- nearly defiant.
and peter just stared, alone in a dark room with the girl he suddenly realised he knew less and less about. that gleam in her eye, the rigidness of her frame; he expected her to start yelling, for a fight to break out.
instead, her tone was unwavering, calm. deadly serious, demanding his undivided attention.
"what happened," she spat out, but there was no malice in it. not a question, a statement. "what did i do? what am i to you?"
his face paled.
"do you know how you've been treating me? are you aware that you don't give me the time of day anymore? that we haven't spent time together- alone- in so long, that we haven't had a genuine conversation in even longer."
she shifted.
"i’m tired of this."
panic flared like stoked fire in his eyes.
"i’m tired of putting work into this just to have it unreciprocated."
she finished, not intending to say anything else.
it took so long for words to fill the gaping space of his mouth. "love, angel, i…. i’m... so sorry. i don't even… i’m so sorry."
he didn't deserve a response, and he knew that.
"are... are you breaking up with me?"
she hated how guilty he sounded. she hated how he said it like he dreaded the idea. she hated that she wasn't angry, just tired.
she hated that she didn't tell him yes.
when his feet drifted toward her she stepped back, shook her head slightly.
"you can't, peter. you can't, keep doing this. you can't put nothing into this relationship and expect my utter dedication in return."
a distant memory of an afternoon surfaced in her mind. it had been warm where she was reading. one particular sentence had stuck with her for days, that melted into months that melted into years.
no rain, no flowers.
