#reader x andrew garfield

[andrews-lovr]

Since the requests are open...Imagine reader furious with Andrew (or Peter),thinking that she was deceived by him after his ex-girlfriend posted a picture of the two together on IG, with a dubious & enigmatic caption. Much anguish, drama, reader fleeing, Andrew/Peter searching for reader... but happy ending, please! Thanks!(and sorry for some English mistake, not my first language)

Thank you for the request, I actually love this one! - little bit of angst with happy ending, fluff and swearing.

Unlike your boyfriend andrew you had a social media presence, as a super model you were obligated to post regular photos of yourself in whatever clothing brand you were modelling that day.

Money was not the only thing that it was helpful for though, you also had a wonderful and growing amount of fans who adored you, and you adored them back.

So when there was a photo of andrew and his ex girl friend circling around the web, let's just say you were quick to find out.

Your inbox was flooding with tones of messages and it felt like every time you opened your phone there was some new article posted containing that image, with something along the lines of them being back together.

It was quite an intimate photo which is really what let your stomach twist with jealousy.

Andrews abs on full display taunting over her body with his boxer shorts on, as his ex lay in a bikini underneath him on the beach together.

His hands on her hips and their faces so close together, they looked so infatuated with eachother.

And there was a caption reading: counting every second without you baby🤍

It hurt to see it, it twisted at a knife deep into your gut. Why would she post that when she knew you were together? And what does that caption even mean?

Did he promise he'd go back to her? Is she counting the days till they met again?

Of course! He was just cheating on her with you, using you as he pleases and then going back to her later.

Why wouldn't he do that? He was andrew fucking garfield, he could get any women he pleases, or as many women as he wanted. He was just using you for a bit of fun.

So when he walked out of your bathroom door, he was in for hell.

"You have something you wanna tell me andrew?" You boomed, arms crossed starring daggers at your boyfriend.

"Whats going on sweetheart? Did I forget to do the washing load again?" He stated, obviously confused with where this was coming from.

"Don't sweetheart me! I saw it, did you tell her to put the photo up? Are your trying to play fucking mind games with me?" You choked, tears pricking at your eyes.

"Hey... hey im sorry, I honestly don't know what you're on about, baby. Who's her?... and what photo?" He whispered, unsure whether to hold you or not.

"Don't do this to me andrew, I know you know what I'm talking about. It's literally everywhere right now. I just wanted atleast to hear it from you first." You said, one drop rolling down your cheek.

"Baby, im sorry. But I need more contexts, I dont understand why your so upset?" He said trying to close the space between you.

All you senses were in over drive, reaching toward the bedroom door to leave. It was to much for you.

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, your head pounder with every step.

You were so distraught you ran out of your house without any thinking. No shoes, nothing but your shorts and tshirt as you bounded down the streets in the middle of winter.

You kept running and running, reaching your favourite small quite park. The same park where you and andrew had your picnic dates, it was also the first time he kissed you.

Everywhere you went and would go, just reminded you of him. You lay helplessly in the soft grass, so numb that the winter chill didn't even reach you.

The tears wouldn't stop, they couldn't. The only thing running through your head was that photo, and that god damn caption. "Counting every second without you baby."

She wasn't allowed to call him baby, he was mine, right? He wasn't allowed to look at anyone else like that except you, wasn't he?

You had grown together for the past year and half. Everything felt so right and perfect, he was perfect. Now what was I meant to do? You loved him...

And just like that, there he was. Towering over your limp body.

"Baby, what are you doing to yourself you're gonna freeze?" He said, gently tugging you toward him.

His heat was unexpectedly inviting and craved. He took his coat off placing it around your shivering body.

"I saw the post." He said.

"Andy i-" you said barley getting your words out.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it. I have told you already, she wasn't right for me, we never clicked together the way we do. Why would I ever leave you, im the one always counting every second we're apart, I can't live without you y/n" he stated, snaking his arms around your bodies laying his head on yours.

You felt your sense of jealousy dissolving and started to just feel that heat and love that lulled of the man cradling you.

"You're literally an angel my love. And my ex, she's the biggest bitch out there, tomorrow I'm gonna organise a photo shoot and you and me are gonna take some sexy and intimate photos together, just for you to post on your instagram. Make her jealous, and you can make the most cheesiest caption ever i wont even bully you for it." He spoke, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"You better not, you still bully me about my cringey Christmas photo caption, which was actually funny" you laughed, embracing his touch.

"We've got 'chemist-tree' is a caption teenage girls use on Christmas. But its still very cute because your the one who came up with it. And anything that is yours is just adorable baby." He said, you both laughing.

How could you have even thought that he was cheating or using you? He was the most incredible person you knew. You hated for thinking that.

"Oof, maybe that is a bit cringey. Im sorry andrew, I got carried away, I shouldve just trusted you. Im sorry I love you." You said, both standing in the middle of the park as snow began to sprinkle the ground.

"Dont worry about it, im gonna sort this mess out tomorrow, for now I just want to hold you here with me. I love you to dove." He lulled, capturing his lips with yours.

-

That morning you were sent to a photographer together and boy was his ex gonna be jealous.

Hope you liked reading it, I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the request @sincericida ! Sorry if there's any spelling mistakes or anything!!❤

[stylesyourmine]

no more cuts and bruises ll peter parker x reader (andrew garfield)

a/n: hi lovelies! its nina, and i'm back again tonight because i'm actually in love with andrew's peter parker and andrew himself obv. the garf has me on a choke hold, what can i say? anyways i know you didn't come here for my rambling, onto our fic :)

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cuts and scrapes: nothing more

it was a wednesday night. you'd gotten home from school a few hours ago, and you'd spent your time doing homework and then taking a shower. you just got out, the bathroom circulating with steam.

you lifted your arm and wiped across the mirror to try and look at yourself. black splotches found themselves underneath your eyes. eye bags. you hadn't been sleeping lately. why? a sensible person might ask. it was because you were worried about your boyfriend just about 24 hours a day, non stop. it was just something that couldn't let you sleep. you'd even started to leave your windows out at night, in case peter ever needed you.

you sighed and grabbed the door nob, opening it and walking into your mid sized bedroom. your safe space. you loved your room for a lot of reasons. 1 because it was all yours, and was under your control. 2nd because it made you feel so warm and protected, even if there was nothing actually doing either of those things- except maybe a blanket.

you grabbed the pajamas off of your bed and changed, letting your hair out of the head wrap you'd put in earlier. suddenly you heard a strange noise. you looked, and to no surprise, there was nothing, it was probably just you. until you heard it again.

'what the hell-" you stated walking over to the window just as a figure came in as fast as lightning. the blue and red suited boy still had his mask on, and you knew exactly who it was. peter. holding your hand on your chest you walked over to him, as he slipped his mask off revealing a huge amount of fresh, new cuts on his face.

your eyes widened at the sight of it. walking towards him you mumbled,

"peter oh my god.."

"baby dont freak out okay? i'm fine." he lifted his hands up in his defense, as if he already knew that was going to come out of your mouth next.

"a hi would've been nice too" you retaliated. you couldn't stand to look at his face like this. hurt. it hurt your core to see him like that. your face flattened to one of anger, and woriedness, of fear. your eyebrows furrowed together. you were in protective mode.

standing inches away from his face, your hand landed on his shoulder, shoes creasing as you tiptoed trying to get a better look at all of these new wounds.

"jesus pete what the hell did you do? fight a gorilla?" you just crossed your arms in front of him, really trying not to be mad, which in ways you weren't but still- he'd put himself in so much danger everyday, you just wished he'd think about himself for once.

he chuckled and looked down, and then into your eyes,

"no. just some physco who was running around nyc with two knives in his hands. someone had to stop em." his arm outstretched to unwrap your arms, not liking seeing you all tense and worried. his arm then went up to your face and ran his thumb over your eyebrows, which were furrowed together in confusion. you let go of the tension, and he lifted your chin up to look at him.

"you told me you'd be more careful. more self conscious. you said you were gonna take care of yourself." you couldn't be angry at him for trying to make it safer for people, and for fighting crimes others couldn't. what you could be mad at though, is that he did whatever it took to do so. its like during his missions, he didn't care about anyone else other then the victim. himself being the last person he ever did worry about, and not even then because you were always the one pointing it out.

"i am doing that, i promise these things dont even hurt." he shrugged his shoulders, indicating they didn't. he always had to play tough guy when it came to these situations where you were concerned over him. he hated making you feel that way, he said you had better things to do with your time, but you argued that was what a relationship was, caring for each other.

"oh yeah?" you asked him sarcastically.

"yeah! pshhh, these little-" peter was interrupted by your fingers flicking the top of his head, where one of them resided.

"ow! yup that uh- that actually does really hurt." you rolled your eyes in disbelief. how could not possibly see how much he was worth? you guys eyes glued together, not letting go for anything. they were showing so may emotions at once. you were angry, but also proud, but also nervous because if this is from some civilian in town, what does that man now influence everyone else?

he’d wanted to make you happy again. somehow get your mind off his face. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling your already-close-body much closer. his lips crashed into yours, you pulling away when you felt his face cringe. you opened your eyes to see him touch his lip, realizing he has a cut.

"ah hah! i told you!"

you went to touch his cheek and he hissed quietly, not trying to have you hear it- but you did. why couldn’t he listen to you? you were always right about these things.

you once again examined his face and nodded your head.

your staring contest has finished now, and he went over to your dresser, and reached onto his drawer, pulling out some shorts he'd left for himself and leaving himself without a shirt. you couldn't lie, his abs and his cut up face did look really good. but that wasn't the principle. you knew if you told him that he'd only want them more and not try and heal them.

you perched yourself on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

when he did he smiled and grabbed your hand.

“c’mere, i wanna show you something.”

he threw one leg over the window and onto the fire escape, then the other and then helped you. you sat there with intertwining fingers just looking and listening to the big city.

"i try not and get hurt for you my love, i really do try."

"it doesn't always go well, but this is the responsibility i've been given. i have to fulfill that responsibility. and somehow, some angel made sure you're always there with me."

'what? whatcha mean by that babe?"

your hands started to swing to the loud noises of nyc, like the cars beeping, voices projecting and people being overall crazy.

"i mean, i always think of you when i'm out there. you're always the one thing that's lingering in my mind."

you chuckled, you were somewhat glad.

it was a good and bad thing. the bad thing being blatantly distracted and the good thing was he knew how'd you feel about certain information, so he decided against it.

you leaned your head onto his shoulder. it was blissfull, until you looked back up at his face. you tugged onto his hand, "c'mon. lets getcha all cleaned up."

he smiled at you, while standing up.

a/n: that was terible im so sorry im so tired rn i will be editing this tmr when im fully awake. i wanted this to be smt different, but its fine! anyways please please leave feedback down below it would mean the world to me!