#andrew garfield x readed
MULTIVERSE - A.G!P.P
Warnings: fem!reader if that’s a warning, children, marriage, emotional conversations, not much else, it’s pretty fluffy
Summary: You are Peter Parkers wife and when you get pulled into another dimension with him and have to help these kids, you realise you can help this version of you in another universe.
Word Count: 2.4 k
It had been a regular day, you were waiting for Peter to come home from patrol, Aunt May was in the other room with baby Ben. But now it was midnight and he should have been home by now, the panic setting in.
You walked into the other room, pulling May aside. But not before you checked on Ben, making sure he was okay.
“Peters not back yet, I-I’m gonna try calling him again, can you watch Ben for a bit?” you asked. May wrapped her arm around your shoulders, both of you looking over the sweet little boy laying in the crib. He looked just like Peter, those bright brown eyes staring up at you and those sweet little locks of curly hair on his head.
You sighed, walking over to your shared bedroom with your husband before grabbing your phone, dialing Peter’s number for the third time tonight. Sure, he would sometimes be out on patrol late but he’d always call to let you know.
“Hey Pete, just wanted to check on you,” you said, leaning against the wall with a frustrated sigh, “You’re late, Ben just woke up again but May’s here. Do you need any help? Please call me back,"
All of a sudden, you could feel your body beginning to evaporate and you were in a random apartment bedroom that looked just like yours but wasn’t.
Peter was looking around the streets. One second he was heading home and the next, he had disappeared and was in the same alleyway but everything seemed different.
He swore under his breath before swinging to the nearest phone and dialing your number. Someone answered the phone, a male voice asking who it was. Instantly, he froze, dread sinking into him.
"Where’s Y/N?” He asked, his voice stern and harsh.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone called Y/N,” the man said, “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number man,"
Peter instantly looked around, scanning the alleyway for you. He couldn’t let what happened to Gwen happen to you. He didn’t know how he’d live with himself if he let someone hurt you and Ben.
Whilst all of his fears were running through his head, he saw a portal open in the distance from the alleyway. With a confused look, he walked towards it, hearing people calling out his name.
When he walked in, he looked around at the two teenagers standing there. Suddenly, an older woman threw a cushion at him and the portal that he had walked through closed.
He pulled the mask off, looking around and staring at the people. You weren’t here.
"I’m Peter Parker, Spiderman,” he looked around, narrowing your eyes, “I was in my world but then I came here this morning, and now I’m here,”
They looked at him, the young girl MJ narrowing her eyes at him, “So it wasn’t just the villains,” Ned stated.
“So you’re telling me that matter displacement, multidimensional theory, its all real?” He asked and they nodded their heads. He smiled, a wide grin on his face as he looked around.
“But that doesn’t answer our question, where is our Peter?” MJ asked.
“Prove it, prove you are Peter Parker?” MJ said, folding her arms across her chest with a defiant look.
“I don’t really carry ID with me, it kind of defeats the secret identity thing,” he said before reaching into the small pocket by his side. He pulled out a photo of you, him and Ben before putting it back in his pocket, “Listen, I really need to get home,”
“Doesn’t matter,” MJ said before throwing a piece of bread at him that was sitting on the table.
“What was that for?” Peter asked, looking at her confused as the bread bounced off of him.
“I wanted to see if you have the Peter Tingle,” she said before picking up an orange off the table and throwing it at him.
He looked at her with confused gaze, “I have the Peter Tingle but now for food,” he said before looking around, “You are a very distrusting person and I respect that,” he jumped up, his hand sticking to the ceiling to show that he really was Spiderman.
“Crawl around,” MJ ordered.
He raised his eyebrows, “Crawl around?” He questioned as if it was the craziest idea in the world.
“We need more proof that you’re Spider Man,” she explained and the guy next to her stood awkwardly there.
With a sigh, he jumped up, crawling around a bit and even fulfilled Ned’s Lola request of cleaning the cobweb in the corner. “We good?” He asked when he came down
“For now,” she narrowed her eyes at him before turning to Ned, “Let’s keep doing it until we find the real Peter,”
Ned nodded his head, holding his hand out, “We want to find Peter,” he said, waving his hand around to reveal another person. This time, an older man walked out dressed in clothes suitable for a youth pastor, “Oh, it’s just some random guy,”
“Hope it’s okay, I just came through the portal,” he said before turning around, looking at it close, “Oh, it’s closed now,”
“Peter?” Ned questioned as he looked at the man.
Then the man noticed the other Peter that stood behind them. They both looked at each other before simultaneously shooting their webs at one another to see if they really were both Peter Parkers.
“So you’re Spider Man too?” Ned questioned before Lola walked in, saying something, “Also you two need to clean up the webs that you shot,”
They apologised to Lola before the second Peter looked at them all, “Well, I generally don’t go around advertising it,” he said.
When they found their Peter, they all comforted him over the death of his version of Aunt May. He blamed himself for it and they didn’t feel good about it.
“I lost my MJ once,” your Peter explained, his eyes tearing up, “I wasn’t fast enough to save her. I became bitter and stopped pulling my punches, I became full of rage,” he took a deep breath, looking at the young boy in front of him, “Then someone else stepped into my life and, and everything just became clear,"
He had met you in high school and you had always been friends with him. You had helped him through everything but when Gwen died, you had helped him recover and find himself again.
The three different Peters walked into the labs to work on their work. The first thing your Peter did was rush over to Ned, "Hey, is there any way that you can check with your magic hands if uh, my wife Y/N is here,” he asked and Ned raised his eyebrows.
“You have a wife in this reality?” Ned questioned and he smiled.
Peter nodded his head, pulling the picture from his pocket, “And a son,” he said, a huge proud grin on his face, “I just want you to see if she’s here’s, and my son Ben, I don’t want them to just be out there,”
Ned smiled to himself before closing his eyes, “Find Y/N Parker, and Ben Parker,” he said, moving his hands around.
A portal opened and through it, Peter saw you, a relieved smile on his face. You stormed through it, hitting him on the chest, “Where the hell am I?” You asked but he just pulled you closer into a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he placed his hands on your face so that you were now looking at him, “How’s Ben? Is he at home with May? Did he come here with you?”
“Idiot, he’s at home with May. He’s fast asleep, now will you please explain to me why you didn’t call and where I am?” You asked, watching as everyone in the laboratory watched you and Peter interact.
“This is another universe, these are two other Peter Parkers,” he explained, pointing at two people behind him, “And we’re going to help cure the villains, like max,” she nodded, listening to him explain. He turned to look at everyone, “Guys this is my wife, Y/N,”
You looked around, smiling awkwardly before waving at the group of people. “Hey, um, do you need any help?” You asked, incredibly nervous.
“You seem awesome,” the girl said with a smile on her face and she lead you to the corner to show you how you could help out. “I’m MJ,” she held out her hand and you shook it.
“I, surprisingly, am also MJ but nobody’s called me that since high school. Y/N Mary Johnson, but uh, I just go by Y/N Parker now,” you explained and the girl smiled, realising that maybe she could have what you and Peter have.
“Well this is the stuff, I can help you a bit but I’m not really the chemistry one,” she explained and you nodded, “Peter is,” you both said at the same time, chuckling afterwards.
“Do you know if there’s like an interdimensional phone so I can reach May, I have expressed milk at home but she should probably know that I haven’t just abandoned my kid,” you explained, kind of rambling on a bit.
“We haven’t been able to figure that out yet," MJ said before looking around, almost seeming anxious to say the next words, "How does it work, with you and Peter and the whole spiderman thing,”
You smiled to yourself. She wanted what you had with your Peter, a life where she could balance love and the rest of her life. She was just like you in so many ways.
“It’s hard. He comes home late and struggles with the pressure and he’s scared of losing us; but it means the streets are safe. And he’s always there for Ben and for me and it works,” you explained, nudging her in the shoulder, “and hey, you two will make it work as well. Peters and MJs always end up together anyway,”
Your Peter looked over at you. He didn’t know how he deserved someone so smart and amazing who understood all aspects of his life. The worry he felt every day wondering if you and Ben would be okay. The fear of how stable his job was. The joy of being with his family. You understood it all.
“It’s sweet they can talk,” your Peter said to the other Peter as they worked on the cures for the villains, “About dating spiderman,” he chuckled to himself, “God that sounds so weird,”
“Yeah, with everyone knowing my identity, I don’t want her life to be ruined because of it,” The younger Peter explained, looking over at you and MJ as you laughed together.
“I know it sounds hard, but you can make it work. If you love MJ, it’ll work out. Because seeing the woman you love standing at the end of the aisle, seeing her holding your child in her arms,” he chuckled to himself, taking a deep breath as he looked over at you, “It makes all the worries and fears of being Spiderman evaporate in seconds,”
Once it was all over and they had managed to save everyone, the Peter from this reality was going to have to erase everyone’s memories so that everything would be fixed.
You walked up to MJ, “Listen, before you say goodbye, remember what I told you. This is gonna work out, MJs and Peters belong together. And anyway, if you ever need a girl chat, try to discover interdimensional texting,” she said, pulling the girl in for a hug.
“Thanks,” she said, wiping the tears away before walking over to her Peter. So you said goodbye to everyone and walked over to yours.
“It was lovely to meet you other Peter,” you said, pulling him into a hug.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said before wincing and you realised you had leant on his stab wound. You apologised and he just laughed.
“Let’s go home,” you said, taking your Peters hand in yours. He nodded, pulling your hand up, pressing his lips against your knuckles.
“Let’s go home,” he repeated.
That same tingling feeling that was there when you first appeared in this world appeared again and you appeared in your apartment. It was like no time had passed at all.
But Peter wasn’t there.
The first thing that you did was run towards your baby’s room in that cheap New York City apartment and pull him into your arms, cradling him against your chest.
Almost in an instant, Peter was swinging through that window, ripping the mask off and looking at you with tears in his eyes.
He rushed towards you, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a soft kiss, holding you and your son close.
“Does anyone want to tell me what is going on?” Aunt May asked and you both looked at her, forgetting that she was even there.
You both looked at each other, a sense of knowing in your eyes. You’d done something good today, helped influence these kids’ lives even if they were going to forget it in the next moment.
Did I like this. No. Did I have fun writing it though. Yeah, I kind of did.
LET ME HELP - A.G!P.P
Warnings: angst, blood, injuries, cleaning injuries, commitment, nicknames [baby]
Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Spiderman x fem!reader
Summary: Peter Parker is always getting injured and Y/N, his long time girlfriend, is always being pulled into it. Until one day she’s too scared and has to tell him.
Word Count: 1.7 k
As Peter’s girlfriend, you knew that things could go wrong, that one day you could wake up with a call saying that your Peter had died. But the call you hated the most was the one full of heavy breaths, asking you to come round because he has an injury.
Having dated Peter Parker since college, you knew everything about him and your long term relationship was as strong as it could be. But you couldn’t help but worry every time he went out on patrol, worried that one day he wouldn’t make it home.
You drove there as fast as you could, opening the door with your spare key that he had given you. You gasped as you saw him sitting on the couch, shirt off and looking down at a large cut through his abdomen.
“Oh no,” you whispered to yourself and he looked up, putting on a fake smile as he gritted his teeth.
“Hey baby,” he said and you shook your head, walking over to him and sitting next to him. You looked at the large gash across his abdomen and shook your head. That looked deep and probably needed to be looked at by a medical professional.
He chuckled to himself as he looked down at it but you saw past that fake smile and the seemingly relaxed look on his face. You noted the thin layer of sweat forming on his face and the way that he would occasionally wince when he would move.
“Come here,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek and moving his head so that he was now looking into your eyes, “You need to go to the hospital for this Peter,"
"No, no, how do I explain this?” He asked, letting out a shaky sigh before putting on a funny fake voice, “Hi sir, what happened? Well I was in a fight, I’m Spiderman you see, and this guy with a big knife hit me and I managed to web him up before going home.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing the first aid kit that was next to him, “I hate you,” you muttered, pulling out the antiseptic wipes, knowing you were going to have to clean him up now because he was too stubborn.
“You know you love me,” he chuckled, hissing through gritted teeth as you brushed the wipe across the wound that would clearly leave a scar, “I love you,” he whispered and you looked up at him, face softening.
You would always be angry that he constantly put himself in harm’s way, but you could never stop him and the plague of worry and fear would always follow you around no matter how much you loved him.
“Yeah, yeah, I love you too,” you said before reaching over and grabbing the stitches and the needle.
Aunt May said that you were a good influence on him, that you kept him grounded and reminded him that he couldn’t just go around fighting carelessly, that you gave him someone to come back home to. His love for you was like Aunt May had never seen before.
You didn’t believe in soulmates, but this boy with the brown doe eyes and slightly sweaty tousled hair that fell over his face, he was the closest thing that you would ever find to one.
You grabbed a cloth, pressing it against the wound on his chest, “Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his face and making him look at you, “You okay?
He hissed, placing a hand on top of your hand over his wound, "I will be baby,” he said, a half hearted smile on his face as he chuckled, “It hurts like a bitch,”
Peter sighed as you took the cloth off of the wound. He looked just as amazing as he did every day, even with that thin blanket of sweat on his forehead. You watched as Peter leaned his head back, eyes screwed shut as you began to sew up the wound.
He hissed slightly as you began to sew it up, “Maybe if you were safer it wouldn’t hurt that much,” you said and he rolled his eyes, “haha,"
Every time you would pull the piece of medical string, he winced slightly, tapping his fingers against the seat of his chair as he tried to make it through the pain. The soft drilling sounds were the only thing that filled the silence as you focused on the task at hand.
He opened his eyes and looked down at you, your hair tied up in a bun, the focused look in your eyes as you tried to make him better. He loved you more than anything in the world.
Peter didn’t know how he deserved you. Someone that loved him despite the fact that he was spiderman and despite the fact that he always put himself in harm’s way to help everyone else.
He reached down, brushing a piece of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear as he noticed it was in your way. He also noticed how you blushed slightly when you did that.
When you tied that last piece up, he winced but let out a shaky breath. You picked up another antiseptic wipe and brushed it over the injury, "Can’t have you dying on me can I?
"Wouldn’t even thing about it baby,” he whispered, looking down at you with a soft smile.
You placed a gauze in the wound before helping him sit up, wrapping a bandage around his chest just in case the stitches came loose. “You should probably take it easy for a little while,”
When you leaned up to look at you, he placed a hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, a gentle and grounding kiss that reminded you both that you were here and he was okay. He was going to be okay.
“You gotta be safer,” you whispered against his lips, resting your forehead against his. He noticed the tightening of your voice as you said that and the wave of worry that rushed from you. He couldn’t tell whether it was from his spider-senses or because he just knew you so well, but he knew something was wrong.
“What’s up Y/N?” He asked and you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. His heart filled with pain as he saw you like that because he never wanted you to feel upset.
“I’m scared for you,” you whispered, watching as he brought his hand up and brushed the tears away with the pad of his thumb, “I don’t want you to get hurt, I just, I love you so much and I don’t know what my life would be without you,”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Marry me,” he whispered and you pulled back, looking at him.
You scoffed, a surprised chuckle leaving your lips as you looked at him, “You’re serious?” Your eyes were wide and shocked, looking at him with an incredulous look.
“Y/N L/N. You are the only girl for me, and I love you with every single bone in my body. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and give you everything you want, even if that means giving up the suit.” The words were sincere and so full of love that tears began to spill over your eyes as the realisation began to sink in, “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug, “Yes, yes, oh my god Peter, yes,” you muttered into his shoulder before pulling back, smashing your lips against his.
He had never been so happy in his entire life. Peter Benjamin Parker had never been so sure of what he wanted. And what he wanted was to marry the beautiful girl in front of him and to start a family with her, a big, happy, beautiful family.
“Stay there,” he said, wincing as he stood up, hobbling over to the drawer before pulling out a box.
You smiled, placing a hand over your mouth as he sat back down, opening the box and showing you the diamond ring, “It was my moms, I thought you should have it,” he said, taking your hand and placing the ring on your finger, nothing had ever felt that right before.
“God, I love you Peter,” you said and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips before replying, “I love you too Y/N.”
You never would have believed that Peter Parker would ask you to marry him in his living room, shirtless with a bandage on his chest. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
