Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)
Summary: based on the following nonnie’s lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope… loads of fluff?
hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.
Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.
Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.
It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.
It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.
He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.
You just wish he would look at you that way.
Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.
“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.
Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.
You shake out of the memory looking at your group,
“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.
Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.
“Peter,” I said panicked, pleading to him with my eyes. I knew he had no other choice, as did he. He’d never admit it to himself though. Both my hands gripped his arm, his other holding onto the front bumper of a car that was hanging by a web to the bridge. The car in question, well it carried a little boy inside. “No, no! Y/N don’t even think for a second that I’d do that!” Peter said, frustrated and stressed about the situation he was in.
“Peter, let me go.” I cried, holding onto his hand as tightly as I could, no matter how bad my arms burned. “No, I can’t.” Peter argued, eyes welling up.
I gasped, a scream caught in my throat. We had jerked down, the bumper of the car slowly beginning to break away. “Peter, we don’t have time, please.” I begged him. “Let me go.” I whispered, silent tears streaming down my face. The bumper snapped again. “Y/N-“ “I love you.” I interrupted. The bumper snapped again, and within seconds, it fell off and I slipped from Peter’s grasp. I closed my eyes, but when I opened them, I wasn’t in the water below. I was hanging by a web. Peter used his now empty hand to web me to the bridge, and then went to save that child from the car.
After a moment, Peter swung down and crashing into me, swinging me up and onto the bridge. He set me down alongside the many people on the bridge. “You stay here, and don’t move. Okay? I love you.” He quickly said before swinging off to take a sweep of the area, make sure he didn’t miss anyone.
After a moment he swung back over the crowd of people. I ran toward him and clashed into his chest. I hugged him so tightly, any tighter and he probably wouldn’t have been able to breathe. He clutched my body close to him, like if he let go, I’d disappear.
I merely sighed into his shoulder, and in a single moment, he webbed up into the air and swung through the city until we landed on the fire escape outside my bedroom window. He set me down gently, and I opened the window and crawled into my room, Peter behind me.
Once inside and calmed down, I just stood there for a second. I stood in front of him, not even sure of where to start. Peter sighed, and slowly came up to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his torso, closing my eyes.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of.” Peter admitted. I immediately knew what he was talking about. My father. He made a promise to my father. That whatever Spider-Man got into, that he’d leave me out of it. We broke that promise. He broke that promise.
“Peter, don’t.” I whispered, wishing that he’d stop blaming himself like this. “It’s not your fault.” I assured him. “No, but it is though.” Peter argued, taking a step back to look me in the eyes. “You we’re there because of me, and you almost died because of me.” His voice began to raise, “I almost lost you, Y/N. Do you realize that? If something were to happen to you, I don’t know what I’d do! I can’s live without you.” His eyes bored into mine, pleading for forgiveness.
I brought a hand to his face and sighed. “Peter,” I began, bringing my other hand to his face as well. Peter placed his hands on top of mine. “I love you, so much. You didn’t put me in danger. It was my choice.”
“But I could have stopped you.”
“We both know that wouldn’t have worked anyway.” I smiled, and so did he.
“You are the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.” Peter chuckled admittedly. I then leaned up to kiss him. “Will you stay the night?” I asked, pulling away, Peter chasing my lips, lingering. “Only if you want me to.” He replied. “I always want you to.” I smiled, taking his hand in mine and bringing him to my bed.
Your essay writing was short lived when you were interrupted by knocking on your window. You got up and turned around to be met with Peter waiting for you on the other side of your window. You approached the window and quickly opened it, allowing him into your room. He stumbled in and you helped sit him down.
“Peter what did you do?” You asked, frantically and disapprovingly. “Oh you know, the usual.” He said sarcastically, wincing as he shifted in his seat. You sighed, going to grab your first aid kit from the bathroom. You came back to a shirtless, or should I say, suit-less, Peter. “I wish you wouldn’t keep doing this.” You said as you sat down beside him and began to clean the gashes that painted his chest. “Do what, come see you?” He teased. “No, make me clean you up just for you to go and get hurt again.”
“You know I can’t do that, baby.” Peter said, laying a hand on your thigh. You brought a dampened pad to his cheek to clean the scrapes that covered his beautiful face. Peter took this as the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss from you. And then another one. And another one.
“Peter,” You managed to whisper in between his kisses. “Hm?” He simply hummed in response. “Stop trying to distract me.” You said smiling, pulling away slightly. “How dare you.” Peter teased, pretending to be offended. You only chuckled in response, bringing a hand back to his face to resume your cleaning.
Peter whined in response, stealing the pad from your grasp and throwing it to the floor. “Y/N, please.” He begged. You brought a hand to the nape of his neck, and the other to his jaw. “Peter.” You simply replied. “Just for a minute. Can we?” He pleaded with you. “You’re very cute when you want something from me.” You said, giving his soft lips a quick peck.
“I love you, you know?” Peter said, a wide smile on his face. You smiled just as big in response, “I love you too, Peter.” You replied, leaning down to kiss him yet again. Peter kissed back feverishly, one hand on your face, the other on your waist. His grip tight, like you’d disappear if he ever let go. You smiled into the kiss, resting both hands on his broad shoulders. You were careful not to touch any of his wounds.
Peter’s hand traveled from your waist and under your shirt. “Easy, Bug-Boy.” You warned in response, and his hand slowly receded. “What did you call me?” He asked breathlessly with a goofy grin on his face. You laughed at his response. He chuckled too.
✍ Summary: Your Peter’s best friend. So, when he almost loses you - it’s dejavu. | 2.7k
Warning: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS
Finding yourself in a whole new version of New York with your best friend, Peter Parker, was confusing enough.
But whoever thought that it was a good idea to add some magical portal with two teenagers who seemed to be calling out to your best friend - obviously was crazy.
“Should we go to them?” Peter asked, nodding towards the portal with the two teenagers.
You looked at him, “Peter, as your best friend, you know that I often commend you for your brilliance, but this is seriously one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had.”
