Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright
Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.
You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.
You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.
You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.
“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”
You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.
“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.
He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.
“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.
He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.
“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.
“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”
“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.
You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.
The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.
He smirks when he catches you staring.
“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes
as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
He passes the blunt back to you.
“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.
You shrug, in similar fashion to him.
“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”
Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”
You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.
“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.
Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.
And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.
He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.
He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.
And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.
“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”
Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.
“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.
“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.
“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.
“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.
“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.
Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.
“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.
“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.
Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.
Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.
You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.
He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.
“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.
You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.
You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.
warnings: suggestive themes, toxic peter, manipulation, obsesssive and possessive behavior, hints of infantilization
summary: Ever since the accident that nearly sent you into a coffin, Peter has spent every moment with you out of fear of history repeating itself. Unfortunately, you love him too much to try and say anything about it.
author’s note: this is a part of my 1K followers present week. I hope you enjoy a slightly unhinged spidey boy.
On the night that Peter saw you falling forty stories from the ground, the crack in his behavior shattered into many pieces like a fallen mirror. To think if he did not arrive a second earlier, your neck would have snapped along with your shattering bones. The thought alone of your skin becoming entirely cold and red blood pouring over the gray cement—and it not being his intentional doing—made him vomit into his bathroom sink whenever he thought about it too hard.
Just the proposal of death almost being able to rap at your door was the reason you were under Peter’s warm body in his bed many weeks after the incident. It started slowly, like a boil. He suggested you stay over at his apartment to mentally recover from the situation, but one night turned into a day, which turned into a week. Now you were completely cooked and hadn’t been to your dorm room in months.
Before you even agreed to date him, Peter had his moments. It was as if one screw was never secured correctly whenever he would interact with you. He was always so physically demanding, even when he was only your friend. He would play with your hands and braid random strands of your hair. And when you started dating, he told you how many freckles that graced your pores as a joke.
A/N: This is sad, but that’s okay. There is character death and also a car accident. There will be a part two, named AFTER, coming out very shortly.
“When you can do the things that I can and you don’t and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you”
That quote was Peter’s answer when Tony had asked him why he was Spider-Man. He knew that he could use his power to do a multitude of things, but he had decided to use it to help people, to protect his community, to be a hero.
But what was the point now? What was the point of any of this if he couldn’t save you?
Every time he closed his eyes he was back in that car. The two of you were on your way to celebrate your two year anniversary. You were talking about your plans for college and your graduation that was right around the corner. Peter had been planning everything out about this night for weeks. He was nervous that he had gone slightly overboard, but Mr. Stark and Pepper assured him that it was going to be perfect.
He looked over at you as you were singing along to one of your favorite songs on the radio. His chest filled with adoration and eased any nerves that he had. He was about to continue the conversation when his spidey senses went off. He quickly looked for the source of danger but was cut off as a car collided with your own on the driver’s side.
The next thing he remembered was the smell. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly, maybe the car’s fuel, maybe the airbags. Then the pain. He reached up to feel the side of his head which was covered in blood. He seemed to be pinned to the seat. He was extremely disoriented and found it hard to focus. That was at least until the panic set in. He remembered where he was and who he was with. He looked over and realized that you weren’t in the car.
He struggled through the previously unrealized pain in his shoulder to reach his phone. He called the one person who could help him, the person who had always been there to help him.
“Hello Pete, how’s the big date going? Give her the ring yet?”
“T-Tony-”
“Peter what’s wrong? Where are you?” he cut him off already summoning one of his suits.
“We were- there was a car- and I-” Peter tried but he was freaking out.
“Friday track Peter’s location and notify 911” Tony said to his AI.
“Peter, it’s okay I’m on my way, are you hurt?”
“I’ll b-be fine. No-nothing worse than I’ve dealt w-with before,” he answered.
“And how’s Y/n?”
“I-I don’t know. She’s n-not in the car and I can’t g-get out,” he replied as his breathing started to get faster.
“It’s okay Pete, just try to calm down. I’m almost there and help is on the way,” Tony reassured.
“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathed,
True to his word, Tony touched down moments later. Seeing the state off the two cars he was surprised that anyone was going to be walking away from the accident. He quickly went to where Peter was and started to get him out of the car.
“No, go find Y/n first. I’ll be fine. Just go help her.” he pleaded.
Tony moved around to where you were laying on the ground. He immediately knelt down and had Friday scan your vitals. You were seemingly unconscious with a large piece of glass sticking out of your chest and blood from where your head met the cement. Friday’s scan showed that you had multiple broken bones and were in critical condition with almost no chance of survival. Tony knew that he couldn’t risk moving you, especially since he had no way to stabilize you. He also knew that while help was coming, that it wouldn’t get there in time. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he returned to Peter.
“How is she? She’s okay right?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Kid- she,” Tony started.
Peter didn’t even need to see his face to know. That tone is the same tone every adult used when they told him devastating news. It was the tone from when his parents died. The tone from when his uncle was murdered.
“No, she has to be okay, she-” he started crying.
“Pete, she’s not-, I need to get you out of here so you can say goodbye,” Tony tried, his own emotion taking over.
He used the strength of his suit to pull the door off of the mutilated car. He then carefully readjusted Peter’s seat to free him. He had Friday do a scan to see the severity of his injuries. Besides the shoulder and concussion, he had bruised ribs and was experiencing multiple symptoms of shock. Tony helped him out and supported most of his weight as he led him to you.
Peter immediately sunk down and was debating the best way to hold you. He wanted more than anything to pull you into his arms, but he was so afraid of making things worse. Tears were gliding down his cheeks as took your hand in his and called your name. Despite how much he wanted you to be okay, somewhere deep down he knew Tony was right. This was it. He was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard your quiet voice.
“P-Peter?”
“Hey, I’m right here,” he said as he leaned over you so you could see his face.
“What happened?” you asked struggling through your thoughts.
“We were in a car accident, but it’s okay help is on the way,”
“Peter, you’re bleeding,” you say taking in his appearance. You made the mistake of trying to sit up and grimaced in pain.
“Easy Y/n, just try to lie still,” he all but whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” you said as tears escaped your eyes.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,”
“I ruined our date,” you tried
“What? This? This is still not the worst date I’ve been on,” he tried to joke.
You smiled. God he loved that smile. He wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile. This was so unfair. Why? Why did this have to happen to you? Why now?
“Peter, what’s wrong?”
But even as the words left your mouth, you knew. You knew that you weren’t going to be okay. That this was how it would end. And, you realized that Peter most know this too. You didn’t want to go, you didn’t want to leave him. It was supposed to be the two of you against the world. You were supposed to graduate together, and go to college, and get married, and have kids, and make the world a better place. There was so much that you were supposed to do. But none of that mattered now did it? You braced yourself and decided to make the most of the few minutes you may have left.
“I love you so much, Peter Parker,” you started.
“Y/n, please don’t,” he cried.
“Pete, you are the bravest, kindest, person I know. You’ll be okay. It’ll take time but-”
“Stop it!”
“It’s okay Peter,”
“No, it’s not, I can’t lose you too,” he cried.
You were at a loss for words. The excruciating pain you once felt was numbing. You knew that you were running out of time.
“Peter, tell me you love me,”
“I do, I-I love you so-so much,” he sobbed.
“Promise- Promise me- you’ll move on. That you’ll be happy,”
“Y/n I-”
“Promise, that you won’t shut down. You have so many people who love you. Let them help you,” you struggled as it became harder and harder to breath, unconsciousness - no, death- was creeping in.
“I promise,” he replied.
“Good,” you whispered eyes closing and chest falling for the last time.
“Y/n? Y/n wake up. Come on I don’t want to do this with out you. Just-just stay with me. Help is coming. I-I love you. I love you so much.” Peter cried pulling your lifeless body off of the ground and craddling you in his arms.
Tony, who had returned from helping the people in the other car, minimized his suit and went over to Peter. He honestly didn’t know what to do, his heart broke for the kid. He gently went to his side putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder.
“She’s gone,” he whispered.
“I know Pete,” he said sadly.
“We should really get you back to the tower, to the med-bay, I can have Happy go pick up your aunt.”
“I don’t want to leave her.”
“The paramedics are here, they’re going to take her.”
Peter looked up for the first time since it had happened. The road was now blocked off. The police and ambulances were here. People were trying to see what had happened. He knew Tony was right. It was time for him to leave. So he hugged you one last time placed a kiss on your head and laid you down on the ground, pausing to close your eyes. He took once last glance before allowing Tony to guide him away.
Summary: After ten years of not seeing Peter Parker, the two of you are reunited at Felicia Hardy’s charity event, and you both discover that much has changed.
Warnings: lil bit of angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of character death
Words: 1992
Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N: I told myself I wouldn’t wouldn’t write a sequel to All Too Well, but I folded against peer pressure so here you guys go! I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first part, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx
You pulled your coat tighter around your body as you trailed behind your parents at a snail’s pace, reluctant to be here. You hadn’t gone with your mom and dad to the church service because you felt that it would have been inappropriate under previous circumstances. However, your mom and dad had convinced you to go to the churchyard with them.
That was where you saw him, his cheeks were red from the chilling wind and there were tear streaks on his cheeks. You guessed that Peter had been out here for a while. You bit your lip as you watched him with his Aunt, and you longed to share your condolences with Peter but he wouldn’t want to hear it from you.
“I think you should go and say something, Y/N,” your mom nudged her arm against yours and you glanced at her with a sigh.
“We’re not friends anymore, mom, come on. Let’s go,” you glanced at Peter one more time before you turned and walked away.
It felt like you were walking away from Peter Parker forever, but that was what you wanted wasn’t it? You once told Peter that you never wanted to see him or Spider-Man ever again.
10 Years Later…
You fidgeted with your red floor length dress as you walked into the huge roof top bar where the Hardy’s were holding their charity function.
“Right, we put in an appearance to be polite and then we’re out of here,” your dad groaned as he rubbed his temples.
You rolled your eyes, your parents thought that the Hardy’s were snobby and entitled but you liked them well enough, especially Felicia. Speaking of Felicia, the beautiful blonde woman came sauntering towards you in one of her usual slinky black dresses and diamonds around her neck.
“Y/N!” she grinned as she greeted you with a flute of sparkling pink champagne, which was very on-brand of her, “how are you?” you smiled as you took the champagne.
“I’m good thank you, how are you?”
She shrugged as you walked to the balcony which had an amazing view of the city below, “these parties are exhausting but it’s for a good cause so I can cope with them,” she grinned as she took a sip of her champagne.
You laughed as you leaned your hip against the balcony railing, you wouldn’t mind having a huge party nearly every weekend, “you always say that, but out of everyone you always seem to have the best time.”
Felicia smirked at your words, “true, at least I didn’t have to organise it this time, Jameson from The Daily Bugle organised it, he’s got one of his photographers to document it. In fact, here’s Jameson’s photographer now.”
Your mouth went dry as you stared at the tall handsome man who was making his way outside, he wore that black suit so well, like he was made for it. With his artfully tousled hair and his bright brown eyes, he looked like an absolute dream. Over the past ten years he had only seemed to grow more handsome.
Felicia smirked at him as he walked closer to the pair of you and she gestured between you and Peter, “Parker, this is…” she trailed off when she noticed Peter staring at you with polite shock etched on his face.
“Y/N.”
“Hi, Peter,” you smiled as you took a huge gulp of your champagne.
“You guys know each other?” Felicia asked as she looked between the two of you and raised an eyebrow.
Peter nodded, running a hand through his hair, “we went to high school together.”
“Well, well,” Felicia smirked, “I’ll leave you two to catch up, I’m gonna go and see where Flash has got to,” she waved at the both of you before she walked back into the party.
Peter smiled at you, “hey.”
“Hi,” you flushed, the atmosphere suddenly feeling very tense.
“Look, Y/N,” he began with a sigh and you glanced at the gorgeous man who was biting his lip and looking very guilty. You knew at once what he was going to say.
“Peter, don’t you dare.”
Peter looked at you with wide, shocked eyes, “what?”
“Are you about to apologise?”
“Well, yeah,” Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
You shook your head as you placed your hand on his arm, “you don’t have to apologise.”
The man frowned, “but I hurt you.”
He had hurt you, you weren’t about to disagree with that but you deemed it time to put the past behind you, “you did, but Peter, we were kids and I handled it the wrong way, a knee-jerk reaction I guess. I know it’s been a long time but please, can we start again?”
Peter grinned, looking very relieved as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “of course, Y/N. How have you been?”
Over Peter’s short break from work you learned that he went to college in the city – where he met Felicia – and he’d gone on to work as a photographer for The Daily Bugle. It seemed like the perfect job for him, in high school he was hardly seen without a camera. In turn, he learned that you had been living in the South of France before recently moving back to the city because you missed your family. It felt great to have Peter back in your life and you had the best time catching up with him but something gnawed at your conscience.
“Peter, I’m so sorry about what happened to Gwen,” you smiled sadly as you took a sip of your champagne.
Peter nodded as he raked a hand through his hair and he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, “I saw your folks at the funeral.”
The guilt in your heart only seemed to increase, “I came to the churchyard but I didn’t let you see me, that’s why I didn’t come to the funeral because I didn’t want to upset you by being there.”
Peter shook his head, “it would have been good to see you, Y/N.”
“Parker!” a shout came from inside of the bar, interrupting the conversation between you and Peter.
“Fuck! That’s my cue, I should go. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he pressed a fleeting kiss to your cheek before he ran into the party to appease his boss.
You walked into the bar and met Felicia with a grin and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “y’know, you and Peter would make a pretty cute couple,” you scoffed at your friend’s words but you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up.
At the end of the night, you said goodbye to Felicia, promising that you’d meet up with her again soon, and you walked over to where Peter was sitting at an empty table, going through his photographs of the night. You didn’t notice his disgruntled expression until you sat opposite him.
“Hey, that isn’t the face of an award winning photographer,” you laughed.
Peter looked up at you with a dead pan look, “ha, ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh,” he sighed, “I’m gonna have to hail a cab, I’ve missed my last fucking train.”
Your eyes bugged out, was he crazy? “you can’t! A cab is gonna cost the money you made tonight.”
Peter rolled his eyes with the ghost of a smirk on his lips, “well, I guess that I could swing home.”
That was an even worse idea, “have you been drinking?” you quirked an eyebrow and folded your arms. Peter nodded with a sheepish look on his face, “yeah, you’re not swinging home,” you hesitated as you came up with an idea, though it might have been the worst idea you’d had all night, “come on, you can stay the night at my place.”
Peter’s eyes widened as he began to stutter and stammer, you were sure that he was going to refuse but his reply surprised you, “are you sure?” he asked and you ruffled his hair, it felt soft beneath your fingertips.
“Positive, come on.”
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you set up the spare bed, making sure that Peter would be as comfortable as possible. It was strange, before tonight you thought that you’d never see Peter Parker again and now he was sleeping in your spare bed. With a nervous smile, you turned back to Peter and gestured at the set of drawers.
“There should be some clothes in there that should fit.”
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“You’re welcome, let me know if you need anything,” you smiled and Peter nodded, his brown eyes sparkling.
“Night, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Pete,” you grinned as you got yourself off to bed.
After a good night’s rest, you decided to make your favourite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup and rashers of bacon. Just as you were serving up the pancakes, Peter came padding into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in different directions and he was bleary eyed, he looked adorable.
“Morning, Pete, did you sleep alright?” you smiled as you made a pot of coffee.
Peter shot you a sleepy smile that made you flush, “I had an amazing sleep, thank you, your spare bed is so comfortable. Thank you for letting me stay.”
“No problem, want some breakfast?” you smiled, placing a plate of pancakes and maple syrup on the table and he groaned.
“They look so good.”
“Dig in,” you pushed the plate towards him and he shot you a grateful smile, there was a comfortable silence as you both ate your breakfast and drank your coffee.
Peter broke the silence about ten minutes later, “you know we should go and get dinner together sometime.”
You felt your cheeks heat up and you had to tell yourself that he wasn’t asking you out, it was just going to be you two grabbing some food together. You were not about to get your hopes up and make the same mistake as you did in high school, “sure thing.”
Peter shot you a winning smile as he stood up from the kitchen table with his empty plate, placing it in the sink, “thank you for breakfast,” he was so close to you that you could see the syrup shining on his lips and your stomach did somersaults.
“Sure,” you trailed off when his warm hand cupped your cheek and you wanted to lean into it but instead you looked up at him, blinking rapidly, “what are you doing?” you murmured.
“Well, I was thinking of kissing you.”
You swallowed and licked your lips, noticing his eyes following the movement of your tongue, you felt like a love struck teenager all over again, “do you really think that’s a good idea, regarding our previous history?” you asked and he smiled, his thumb rubbing along your jaw.
“Things are different now.”
You knew he was right, things were different and you wanted to kiss him, really you did but you were still reluctant, “what if I don’t want you to kiss me?”
Immediately he let his hand drop from your cheek and he took a step back, “if you don’t want me to kiss you, then I won’t Y/N, of course I won’t,” he smiled.
You missed his touch and his warmth at once and you bit your lip as you looked at him, weighing up all the pros and cons in your head, “oh, what the hell,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, delving your fingers into his hair.
Peter leaned down to kiss you and you sighed against his lips as you tasted the sticky maple syrup and your hands came to rest on his chest. This could turn out to be the worst mistake that you’d ever make but as Peter deepened the kiss, you were surprised to find that you just didn’t care. All you could focus on was Peter’s lips against yours.
Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of character death, ooc, swearing
Words:2112
Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx
Your first few weeks in the new, New York was pretty uneventful, you had yet to find yourself a job, you didn’t want any old shitty job, you wanted to be happy in your work. And, plus, you could afford to wait for a job that you’d actually like. You’d recently had an interview with a local newspaper called, ‘The Daily Bugle,’ to be one of their writers. The guy in charge, J. Jonah Jameson was kind of a crank but he didn’t ask too many questions, thankfully.
What would you have said if he had questioned you anyway? You couldn’t exactly say, ‘hey buddy, don’t mind me, I think I just zipped in from another universe,’ that was one sure way to get yourself locked up in the psych ward.
It was too late for you to enrol in university but you’d started going to night classes for criminal psychology, which had been your major when you lived in the old New York. You’d made some new friends who felt like family already, in such a short amount of time and you’d never had that before.
On a less positive note, you hadn’t seen Peter since he helped you move into your apartment, he hadn’t text or called, and to be honest, you didn’t want to bother him.
You shivered in the cold wind as you walked down the street, you should have put a jacket on but it really would have ruined your outfit. Betty was standing outside the bar, smoking a cigarette, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. Ever since you met her she was always saying that she was going to quit. That seemed to go out of the window every time she drank.
“Hey, Y/N!” Betty grinned as you walked up to her, “you look cute!” she pulled you into a hug, smelling like cigarette smoke and that mint gum she was always chewing.
“Thank you! You do too,” you smiled at her before turning your attention to the bar behind her, “so this is a dive bar, huh?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, you didn’t have to go into a dive bar to know that it wasn’t your scene.
Betty nodded, her eyes widening, “you’ve never been to a dive bar before?” when you shook your head she gasped dramatically, “so, let me get this straight, you’ve never been to a bar with a disgusting sticky floor and spent all night playing pool and drinking shit beer?”
“Yeah, I’ve definitely never been to one,” you fought hard to supress your shudder but you were unsuccessful.
Betty laughed at the expression on your face as she put out her cigarette, “well, sweetie, I’m afraid being friends with me is going to change that,” she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you into the bar.
Betty was right, the floor was horribly sticky and the music was loud enough to shake the walls. But, that wasn’t what drew your attention, what did draw your attention was the handsome boy with fluffy brown hair nursing a pint of beer with a lost look in his puppy dog brown eyes. He looked so sad.
“Peter?” you called out as you walked up to him and he looked up with a raised brow, “Peter hey,” you smiled and gave him a little wave.
Peter gave you a polite nod as he took a sip of his beer, “Y/N, how are you?” he asked with the ghost of a smile on his face.
“I’m good, how are you?” you asked, twisting the ring on your finger, something you did when you were feeling nervous. You had been imagining what it would be like to see him again, you just didn’t know it would be this nerve wracking.
“I’m good.”
“Y/N, how good to see you again.” Felicia Hardy sneered as she slipped in the seat next to Peter and you had this nagging feeling that you were intruding.
You looked between her and Peter, he looked somewhat uncomfortable as the beautiful woman wrapped an arm around his bicep. Her long red nails tapped against Peter’s skin as she smirked at you.
“I’ll see you later, Peter,” you sighed and turned back to Betty without waiting for a reply.
“I saw that longing look, Y/N and I wouldn’t go there if I were you, I went to high school with Peter and he hasn’t dated anyone since Gwen.”
“Who’s Gwen?” you asked, waving at Flash who’d already set the pool table up.
“His girlfriend, she died a few years ago and Peter blames himself, though I don’t know why. They were disgustingly in love, they definitely would have married young and have had five kids or something. But, he hasn’t dated anyone since she died so I wouldn’t waste your time unless you want your heart broken.”
Your heart hurt on Peter’s behalf, you had no idea that he had suffered so much at such a young age. You glanced back at Peter to find that Felicia quite literally had her claws into him. They must have a solely physical arrangement.
“Why the long face, Y/N? It’s Friday night,” Flash chuckled as he held out a pool cue and you took it with a smile.
Before you could reply, Betty beat you to it, “we just saw Peter Parker.”
Flash nodded as he leaned across the pool table to take his first shot, “Parker’s a good guy.”
Betty sighed and bumped her arm against yours, “she’s got a crush on him.”
Flash’s eyes flickered over to you so fast that you were kind of embarrassed, “yeah, I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”
“Yeah I told her.”
“I wish you would stop talking about me as if I’m not here,” you sighed, “and I do not have a crush on him!” you protested, rolling your eyes at Betty’s disbelieving look, “I don’t!”
You tried to have a good night with your friends and you did for the most part. However, the talk of Gwen and Peter had put a damper on things, you couldn’t believe how much he’d been through, losing someone so important to him. You decided to leave a little earlier than planned, rejecting your friend’s offers to come with you, you still wanted them to have a good night. You knew that Betty was going to end up in bed with Flash, even though she’d said a million times that she wouldn’t go there again.
You hadn’t drunk all that much so you put your warm pyjamas on, got yourself a hot chocolate and sat out on your balcony with a blanket to watch New York’s nightlife. You were out on the balcony for twenty minutes before a figure in red and blue zipped across the skyline. Your heart soared and you smiled as the hero came to land on your balcony.
“Hey, Spidey,” you grinned as you took a sip of your hot chocolate.
“It’s, Y/N right?” his voice was muffled by his mask but you could still hear the smile in his voice.
You laughed, “yes, do you remember the names of all the women you save?”
“The pretty ones certainly make a lasting impression,” you flushed at his words, “shit, I’m sorry that was a real dick thing to say.
You shrugged and shook your head, “it’s okay. I realise that I never thanked you for saving my life.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Spider-Man waved away your thanks.
“I do, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you, so thank you,” you smiled.
“You’re welcome,” he nodded before he fiddled with his fingers, “so um, how are you feeling?”
You smiled, it was so sweet that he seemed to care, “much better, though I do have a wicked scar so I certainly won’t be wearing a bathing suit for a while. Thank you for asking though,” you hesitated as you looked up at the masked hero, “what are you doing here, Spider-Man?” you were merely curious.
“I was just in the neighbourhood but I probably should go,” he glanced over his shoulder.
It was a strange sensation but you didn’t want to see him go, “wait! I didn’t mean it like that, you can stay for a while.”
“I know, I know, don’t worry but I really do have to go. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he zipped away on his webs before you could return his farewell. You were left staring after the superhero with a frown on your face.
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Monday morning came far too quickly for Peter Parker, he could hardly keep his eyes open as he walked into the elevator, draining half of his coffee in one. He had an assignment to finish for the newspaper last night so he worked quite late into the night and he’d done a round of fighting crime. He just wanted to go back to bed and sleep for about five years.
“Oh hold the door!” he heard a woman call out as the elevator doors began to close and he pressed the button to keep them open.
The woman ran into the elevator and on further inspection, Peter realised that it was Y/N in formal attire. What was she doing here? Y/N looked up at him with a grin, “thank you so much…” she trailed off “Peter, hey!” she laughed nervously, “I promise I’m not following you.”
Peter smirked, “dang it, I was so hoping,” he smiled and Y/N laughed, looking more relaxed, “what are you doing here if you don’t mind me asking?”
“It’s my first day, I’m really excited,” she looked so happy, that Peter had to smile.
“Great,” he muttered.
“What did you say?” Y/N looked up at him with a frown, she looked so pretty when she did that, somehow.
“Nothing, nothing,” he shook his head with a sigh. He’d done a good job of staying away from her up until a week ago when he decided to drop her a visit as Spider-Man, and now they were going to be working in the same place. Would he never escape her? He didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.
As they got up into the office, Jameson popped his head out of his own office and nodded at Y/N, “Y/L/N, Parker, you’re on babysittin’ duty today,” he nodded over at Y/N who scoffed but Jameson didn’t seem to hear it as he retreated back into his office.
“What a lovely man,” Y/N laughed as she bit her lip and glanced at Peter, “I’m sorry that you have to be lumbered with me.”
Peter shrugged, he didn’t mind, “it’s cool, just uh grab a desk I guess. Jameson give you an assignment?” he asked, raking a hand through his hair.
Y/N nodded with a smile, “yeah, I won’t need to bother you for anything, Peter,” Peter’s chest clenched with guilt at her words and he was about to apologise before Y/N walked behind his desk and gasped, “did you take those photographs?”
Peter followed her gaze and smiled as he looked down at the polaroid’s of Spider-Man that were scattered across his desk, “uh yeah, I did.”
“They’re really good, Peter,” Y/N smiled, “I met him again, the other week,” she nodded at the photographs.
“Oh yeah?” Peter asked casually, “what did you think of him?”
“I think he’s great, a real hero,” Y/N grinned at him as she walked over to a free desk, and Peter couldn’t help but feel smug.
A couple of hours into the day, Peter glanced up when someone walked into the office and he saw with the upmost surprise that it was Aunt May and she was carrying a brown paper bag. Peter stood up from his desk and walked around to meet his Aunt, “what are you doing here?” he asked, giving her a hug.
“You forgot your lunch sweetheart,” she smiled and placed the bag on his desk.
Peter laughed, “what would I do without you?”
“Oh you’d die of hunger,” she laughed and glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Y/N, “hello, Y/N!”
Y/N beamed as she stood up, “hi, Mrs Parker, it’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too darling,” she grinned before she glanced between Peter and Y/N, Peter could almost see the cogs turning in her head, “would you like to come for dinner at the weekend, Y/N?”
Y/N grinned at the same time as Peter sighed, he loved his Aunt so much but he wished that she wouldn’t meddle, Y/N’s smile fell slightly as she glanced at Peter before looking at Aunt May, “I’m sorry Mrs Parker, I’ve got plans this weekend.”
“Oh that’s a shame, maybe another time then.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she forced a smile as she sat back down in her desk chair.
As soon as Aunt May laughed, Eddie Brock snickered over at Peter, “bro, you’re just so adorable with your Aunt bringing you a packed lunch and all.”
Peter usually ignored Eddie but today he glared at him, “or maybe I’ve just got someone who cares about me, though I wouldn’t expect you to know what that’s like,” he replied savagely before he glanced over at Y/N who seemed determined not to look at him.
Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death
Words:2301
Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now And this bird you cannot change
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Peter Parker looked at his Aunt May like she had three heads, or like she’d just gone mad, Peter seriously thought that insanity was the most plausible explanation. May looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she waited for him to say something, to say anything but all the words seemed to die in his throat before they passed his lips.
“What?” he squeaked when he finally found his voice and he cleared his throat, “that’s crazy, you know that right?”
May sighed as Peter looked past her at the pretty young woman that he’d saved, who was currently fixated on her cell phone, she was getting discharged today, “what are we supposed to do? She has nowhere to go.”
Peter rolled his eyes as he raked a hand through his hair, tugging a little at the strands, “I vote that we should just tell her the truth,” Peter almost shrank back as his Aunt shot him a death glare.
“Under no circumstances are you to tell her the truth, she must be so confused as it is!”
Peter sighed as he shook his head in disagreement as he watched his Aunt walk into Y/N’s room, “Y/N, sweetheart, it’s late. How about you come and stay the night at my place?”
A look of surprise, then gratitude spread across her face before she shook her head, “thank you, but I’m just gonna get out of the city.”
Uh-oh, Aunt May wouldn’t like that answer, “not tonight you’re not, you can stay the night and leave in the morning, if you still want to leave of course,” she added quickly.
“Thank you so much, I appreciate it,” Y/N smiled.
Peter smiled at Y/N as they walked into the kitchen, “how are you feeling?” he asked.
Y/N smiled as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “so much better thank you, I dread to think what would have happened if Spider-Man hadn’t found me when he did, I owe him my life.”
Peter smiled to himself, he couldn’t help but feel smug but the articles that were published about him in The Daily Bugle were certainly enough to humble him.
“He’s a real hero,” Aunt May smiled before she glanced over at Peter in a way that made him think that she knew about him being Spider-Man, it wasn’t the first time he thought this, “are spaghetti and meatballs okay with you, Y/N?”
“Perfect, thank you Mrs Parker.”
Peter bit his lip, he’d spent so much time either at the hospital or doing an assignment for college that he’d hardly been able to do any of his Spider-Man duties, “do you need a hand with dinner, Aunt May?”
Aunt May laughed as she got the ingredients out and looked over at Peter, “oh, you’re serious? Sweetie, you and I both know that your cooking skills don’t go beyond microwaving a packet of noodles.”
Peter flushed as Y/N looked at him and burst out laughing, before giving him an apologetic look as she covered her mouth, “seriously?”
“Seriously,” Peter smirked, “I’m gonna go out for a little while.”
Aunt May nodded, “okay darling, don’t be late for dinner.”
Peter nodded before he smiled at Y/N, and he was out the door. The streets of New York were fairly quiet tonight; he’d stopped a couple of petty thieveries. No matter how small the crime was, Peter felt like it was his responsibility to stop it. After all, the cops were doing fuck all. He found himself sitting at the top of the Empire State Building as he looked at the dazzling city below. The lights of the city shone like a thousand stars.
He missed Gwen so much, four years had passed since she’d died and it wasn’t getting any easier with time. Nowadays, he tried to keep busy with college and the whole Spider-Man thing, he tried to not think about her. But, it couldn’t make him forget. How could he forget something like that when it had been his fault?
Dinner was great that night, though Y/N seemed nervous, she seemed absolutely fine when the conversation was flowing freely. But, she never initiated it, though Peter couldn’t exactly blame her. He was dying to tell her what he thought was the truth but he’d promised Aunt May that he wouldn’t.
After dinner, Y/N looked over at Aunt May somewhat nervously, “is it alright if I use your computer?”
Peter smiled over at her, “you can use mine, come on I’ll show you where it is,” he took her upstairs and ushered her into his room, “there you go, use it for whatever you need,” he typed in his password.
“Thanks, Peter,” she grinned before her gaze landed on the framed photograph of Gwen that he had on his desk, “wow, she’s really pretty.”
Peter nodded as he shot her a sad smile, “yeah, she is.”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
Peter shook his head as he ruffled a hand through his hair, feeling the painful clenching in his chest, “not anymore,” he cleared his throat as he stood up, “like I said, you’re welcome to use it for anything you need,” he gestured at his computer. He barely heard her word of thanks as he walked out of his room, desperate to get downstairs.
“Is she alright?” Aunt May asked as Peter hoisted himself up on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah she’s fine, at least I think so,” Peter sighed, “I feel really bad for her.”
“Me too.”
Peter was just about to open a bottle of beer when he noticed that Aunt May kept on glancing up the stairs with an anxious look on her face, “she’s been up there for a while, I hope she’s okay.”
“I’ll go up and check on her,” Peter was worried too when he saw Y/N just staring at his computer screen, there was hardly an expression on her face, “MJ?“ Peter asked as he knocked on the doorframe, “are you okay?”
Y/N looked over at him and it seemed like the sight of him made her tear up, “I found the newspaper article.”
“What newspaper article?” Peter asked, cocking his head to one side.
Y/N started to read off the computer screen and Peter’s blood ran cold, “15 years ago, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N died in a house fire, suspected arson, and their 7-year-old daughter went missing in the same night,” her voice was monotone and Peter’s heart clenched with guilt, “is that me? Was I stolen from my real parents? Surely, I’d remember, right?”
“Hey,” Peter crouched to her level and he brushed his knuckles along her cheek, making her look at him, “I don’t know if it’s you but you have the same name on your driver’s license, I wanted to tell you but it wasn’t my place, I’m sorry.”
Y/N shook her head with a sad smile, “I don’t blame you Peter, I understand,” she hesitated, “did you know them?”
Peter shook his head, he only remembered bits and pieces, he’d only been a little boy when they had died, “I didn’t really know them but I do vaguely remember them and they were nice.”
Y/N nodded as silent tears rolled down her cheek, “I think I’m gonna stay in the city, I know that you’re probably so busy but can you please help me look for an apartment? I really don’t know where to start,” she smiled almost bashfully and Peter found it endearing.
Peter grinned, happy that she was staying in the city and that she’d asked him, “of course I will, I’m really glad that you’re staying in the city, Y/N.”
“Me too,” she beamed.
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You’d had the best night’s sleep in ages, the Parker’s spare bed was so comfortable but you’d also had a really weird night. Even when you were in the hospital you knew that something was amiss, so as soon as you got to a computer, you googled your parents. You were extremely surprised when an article about a house fire and kidnapping popped up instead of your parent’s Wikipedia page. Could the girl who went missing really be you? In fact, there was no trace of their Wikipedia page anywhere on the internet, it seemed.
As a young teenager you were so unhappy with your life so you would fantasize and read about the possibility of a parallel universe. You threw yourself into that idea, that fantasy, wishing it could be real, and now it seemed that that impossibility could be true. It was crazy to even think about, hard to wrap your brain around but you felt safe, for the first time in a long time.
You smiled when you walked into the kitchen and discovered that it smelled of bacon, May Parker grinned at you from where she was cooking, “good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”
You smiled with a nod, she was so kind, you couldn’t believe that you’d met someone like her, or Peter for that matter, “I slept amazing, thank you so much for having me.”
“Oh, you’re welcome, would you like some breakfast?”
Before you could answer, you heard Peter speak up, “I thought we could grab some breakfast from the diner, after we find an apartment for you?”
You flushed as you glanced over at him to find that he was wearing black rimmed glasses that made him look even more handsome, “sure, as long as we can get pancakes.”
Peter chuckled and raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall and put a hand over his heart, “I promise.”
“You don’t have to rush away,” May started and you looked back over at her, “you can stay here for a couple more days if you want.”
“No, thank you, you’ve already done so much for me,” you smiled.
“If you’re sure, sweetheart. Just don’t be a burden, okay?” she smiled as she gave you a hug.
“So,” Peter began as he started the car, “have you got any idea of what you want in an apartment?”
You thought about it for a second, you didn’t want to move somewhere so expensive that you’d blow the money you had in a couple of months. But, then again you didn’t want to stay somewhere that was infested with rats.
“Somewhere inexpensive, but clean. I don’t really fancy having a couple of rats as my roommates, the little bastards don’t pay rent.”
Peter laughed out loud as he glanced over at you, the smile reached his eyes and you grinned back as he looked back at the road, “duly noted. I know some apartments by the park which are pretty cheap and clean but they’re small.”
You shrugged as you sat back in the car seat, “I don’t mind small, after all it’s only me.”
Peter was right, they were small but they were light, in a good area and they had beautiful views of the park, and you hoped there would be less chances of getting mugged in this area. It wasn’t until you reached the top floor that you fell in love, the views were breath-taking and you could picture yourself having a hot coffee on the balcony every morning as you listened to the hustle and bustle of the city.
You smiled as you turned around and faced Peter who stood in the doorway, “this is the one! Look at the views, they’re amazing!”
Peter grinned and went to stand at your side, looking at you with those chocolate brown doe eyes, “yeah, they are. C’mon let’s go and speak to the landlord,” the landlord was kind of sketchy but he took your cash, asking no questions and as you were walking out of the building with Peter, he muttered to you, “you let me know if he gives you any trouble.”
The diner that Peter took you too was so cute and it smelled so good as soon as you walked through the door and heard the little bell tinkle, you were craving pancakes. You could have cried when you saw they had salted caramel pancakes with vanilla ice cream on the side. It was barely 10 in the morning but you wanted those pancakes.
Peter looked at you with amusement as you stuck another forkful of the fluffy pancake into your mouth and almost moaned, they were so damn good, “are they good?” he chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee. Peter took his coffee black which totally grossed you out.
“So good! Do you want some?” you asked, laughing when Peter grimaced and ran a hand through his fluffy hair.
“Nah, far too sweet for me.”
“Peter Parker, is that you?” your ears practically perked up when you heard the slow attractive drawl. How could a voice be attractive? A beautiful woman with long silver blonde hair and dark lipstick walked up to Peter with a smirk on her face.
“Oh hey, Felicia,” Peter sounded less than thrilled, “how are you?” you exchanged glances and you could tell that he was only asking to be polite.
“I’m good, how are you?” she asked, completely ignoring you.
“I’m good,” Peter forced a smile as he nodded over at you, “Felicia, this is Y/N.”
Felicia’s pretty eyes landed on you and you were very aware of the sticky caramel sauce that you felt on your lips, “nice to meet you,” you smiled.
“Uh huh,” she looked back at Peter, “I’ll see you later, Pete,” she kissed him on the cheek, leaving a dark lipstick stain.
Peter watched her go and then looked back at you, biting his lip, “we aren’t friends exactly,” he laughed, and for some reason, right then was when you realised with a jolt that you really didn’t know anything about Peter. He was practically a stranger.
Summary: When your little brother wants to meet his favourite superhero, you have to go to the only person who can help. Peter Parker.
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death
Words:2312
A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx
For if he knew How much I love him, No power on Earth Could make him stay.
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You smiled at Aaron, your ten-year-old brother as he excitedly ran out of his elementary school, a beaming smile on his face. You held out your arms wide and he ran into them. As you held him tight you decided to make the most of this because in a few short years he wouldn’t want to hug you in front of his friends.
“How was school, buddy?” you grinned as Aaron pulled away from you and you noticed that he had an excited glint in his eyes.
“It was good! We learned about volcanoes!” he sighed before his little face dropped, “people were being mean again.”
Anger bubbled in your chest as you walked to your car, people weren’t very nice to your baby brother, “what were they saying this time?”
“They were saying that I’d never meet Spider-Man because I’m a nerd and he wouldn’t think I was cool.”
You almost cursed beneath your breath as you started up the car, kids could be so cruel, you wanted to help your brother out. He deserved to meet his hero, so you concocted a plan, “don’t worry, Aaron, I’ll make it right.”
The next day you didn’t have work so you were able to set your plan into motion, unfortunately for you, you had to go to the one person who you knew was in contact with Spider-Man. Peter Parker. You and Peter never really got on with one another when you were in school together and it was completely your fault.
As you walked into The Daily Bugle office, Eddie Brock was smirking at you from where he sat, “and what do you want, beautiful Y/N?”
There was something about Eddie Brock that was unnerving but you just couldn’t put your finger on it, “I need to see Peter, where is he?” you sighed, wanting to roll your roll your eyes but you didn’t want to come off as rude.
“On his break.”
“Oh,” you bit your lip, as you made to leave, “will you tell Peter that I came by?”
“Why do you need to see me Y/L/N?” a snarky voice made you turn around to see Peter smirking at you. He looked so good that you were momentarily thrown off guard.
“I can come back,” you jabbed your thumb at the door.
Peter shrugged nonchalantly, “what’s the point of that when you’re here now?” when you didn’t have an answer he smirked again, “come on,” he took you out into the corridor, “so, talk,” he raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall with folded arms.
“I needed a favour, Parker.”
The handsome young man scoffed before he started laughing without humour “seriously? After all this time, you come to see me so you can ask a favour? You’re a real piece of work, Y/N.”
Irritation quickly bubble in your chest as you narrowed your eyes at him, “you know what? Forget it, I’ll do it myself, I don’t want to owe you anything,” you spat and turned to walk away.
You jumped a little when Peter put the flat of his hand on the door you were trying to open, “wait, Y/N. What is it?”
You sighed and turned back to face him, “technically, the favour isn’t for me. You can get in contact with Spider-Man right? After all, you take his picture for the paper.”
For a split second, Peter’s face fell and his eyes were wounded, he looked like a lost puppy, “this is about Spider-Man?” his voice was strained and he heaved a sigh when you nodded, “fine, go ahead.”
You bit your lip, trying to figure out where to start, “my little brother Aaron is getting picked on in school, he’s a little nerdy but his favourite person in the whole world – apart from me of course – is Spider-Man,” you hesitated.
“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” you could tell that he was getting impatient.
“I just think it might be cool if he could meet Spider-Man, I really think that it would mean the world to him.”
Peter was silent for a second as his eyes found the floor and you knew that this was a bad idea, “sorry, Peter. I shouldn’t have asked, Spider-Man is so busy, he doesn’t have time for house calls,” you laughed nervously as you began to back away, stopping when Peter spoke up.
“When and where?” he muttered as he lifted his head to make eye contact with you.
“I’ll write my address down. Friday night, I’m making dinner at half five if he’d like to come for it.”
Peter laughed, a real laugh that made his cheeks dimple and the smile reached his eyes, “I’ll tell him to get to your place for quarter past six.”
“Thanks, Peter I really appreciate it.”
Peter nodded, “you’re welcome.”
Friday rolled around and you were so excited, Aaron’s eyes lit up as he talked about Spider-Man he just needed a little bit of hope. At quarter past six, like clockwork the doorbell rang and you smiled when you saw Spider-Man standing on your porch. It was so surreal seeing the masked hero up close.
“Hi,” you stuttered.
“Y/N?” he asked and you heard the smile in his voice.
You nodded dumbly, you were a little star struck, “sorry, um,” you flushed and laughed, “thank you so much for coming, I really appreciate it,” you smiled and the masked hero nodded.
“Of course, I promised Peter that I would,” he hesitated as he briefly looked at the floor before looking back up at you, “how do you want me to do this? Do you want me to surprise your brother?”
You shook your head rapidly, you didn’t want him to think that you were taking advantage of him, “no, I don’t to parade you around like a show pony. Would you like to come through the front door? I know that you’re probably not used to it,” you smirked as you gestured for him to come inside.
Spider-Man laughed as he stepped over the threshold, he had a nice laugh, it made you feel all warm inside but there was something that was oddly familiar about it. As you took Spider-Man through your house you smiled as you could hear Aaron reading out loud to himself. You hovered in the doorway with Spider-Man standing behind you.
“Aaron?” your brother looked up at you, “there’s someone here to see you,” you grinned, stepping to the side and Aaron gasped.
“Mr Spider-Man!”
“Hey, buddy!” Spider-Man stepped into the living room, you could hear the smile in his voice as he knelt down to Aaron’s level and gave him a hug, “it’s Aaron, right?”
Aaron gasped again and he glanced over at you, “Y/N! He knows my name!” Aaron looked up at his hero with adoration in his eyes.
“He does, sweetheart!”
Aaron’s demeanour changed almost instantly as he looked between you and Spider-Man, and you understood immediately. He wanted to speak to his hero alone but he wanted you to be close, “I’ll be right here, sweetie,” you gestured to the stairs. If you sat on the stairs, you would be able to see Aaron but you wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.
Aaron’s face transformed with a bright smile as he nodded. It was so cute knowing that Aaron was talking to his hero and though you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could hear Aaron’s little giggle every now and then.
When Aaron showed Spider-Man the volcano he made in school you heard the superhero exclaim, “wow, bud! That is the coolest thing ever!”
When it was time for Aaron to do his homework, he gave his hero a big hug, “bye, Mr Spider-Man, thank you for coming to see me!”
“You’re welcome bud! It was so good to meet you,” he held his hand in the air for a high five, Aaron giggled as he smacked his hand against Spider-Man’s, “you’re the coolest guy I know!”
The delighted smile that Aaron shot Spider-Man almost made you cry as your brother went upstairs. You nervously laughed, suddenly feeling shy now that you and Spider-Man were alone, “are you hungry? I’ve got leftovers.”
Spider-Man shook his head, “no thank you, I’m not really that hungry,” about a second later his stomach rumbled.
You smirked as you teased the hero, “my, my, Spidey! I didn’t think you were a liar, come on, let me get you something to eat. You don’t have to take your mask off properly,” you had expected him to protest but he said nothing as you took him through to the kitchen. You fixed him a plate and got him a soda.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he lifted his mask so it was just above his lips, he had the prettiest mouth you’d ever seen, lips that were begging to be kissed, “Aaron’s a really good kid.”
You grinned, glowing with pride at the compliment, “he’s the best.”
Spider-Man took a sip of his soda, “so, Peter told me that you went to high school together but that you didn’t get on or something?”
You nodded, biting your lip, “yes. We didn’t get on and it’s my fault,” you didn’t like reliving the memory but you decided that you should finally talk about it.
“What do you mean?” Spider-Man frowned.
“Can I tell you something?” when Spider-Man nodded you continued, “but you can’t tell Peter and it might be too much information but I need to tell someone.”
Spider-Man’s lips quirked into a smile, “you can tell me, Y/N, you don’t know who I am so it’ll be a lot easier because you won’t care what I think. I promise I won’t tell Peter, scouts honour,” he did a mock salute which made you laugh.
“Okay,” you take a deep breath, “it all started when I first met Peter at thirteen, I fell in love with him almost instantly, he was the most beautiful boy that I’d ever seen. At the time I was having a really shitty time, Aaron had just been born and our piece of shit dad dumped us at our Uncle’s who couldn’t care less about us,” you paused when you realised how shocked Spider-Man looked.
“You were in love with Peter?” he asked, his voice going up an octave.
“I still am,” you laughed, and it was true, you still loved him, “but I didn’t trust guys, especially not handsome ones, and he was so nice, he walked me to class after I got lost on my first day. I didn’t want to get rejected by him so I started acting like I hated him.”
“Y/N,” Spider-Man trailed off and you could hear the judgement in his voice.
“I know, I know it was shitty but you have to understand, I couldn’t let myself be hurt by him, I never would have come back from it, it would have been too painful. And, I knew that as soon as I turned 18 I’d have to get a place of my own with Aaron, so I really had no time for boys.”
“So, what about when you’d settled? You’re still at odds with each other aren’t you?”
You nodded with a sigh as you leaned against the kitchen counter, “I guess it was just easier.”
“What if Peter felt the same?”
“He doesn’t,” he sighed, you wished that he did but you knew that there was no way.
“He does,” Spider-Man muttered quietly.
“How do you know that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, “did Peter tell you that?” you wouldn’t let yourself hope, not even for a second.
“Not exactly,” he sighed, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he pulled off his mask.
Shock ran through your body as you stared at the unmasked hero with an open mouth, those puppy dog brown eyes stared at you, “Peter? H-how…” the expression on Peter’s face made you trail off.
“How could you do that to me? I loved you from the first moment I saw you,” he sighed and you could only stare, you thought that you would pass out from the shock, “it didn’t matter that you seemed to hate me. Then, I met and fell for Gwen and I didn’t think about you anymore, it was almost a relief that I didn’t love the girl who hated me. Then Gwen died and I was broken but when I thought it was time to move on, you were there again. You’ve always been there Y/N, I love you.”
“Why?” you teared up and sniffled, you didn’t want to cry in front of Peter, “why when I’ve been so terrible to you?”
“Because I know what a good person you are, you’ve been raising a little gentleman, you’ve put your life all on hold to raise your little brother,” he reached out to wipe away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks, “I knew there must have been something going on, but I was too afraid to ask.”
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered as you leaned into his touch, “I love you, Peter. Can you forgive me?”
Peter only smiled as he cupped your chin and leaned in to give you the gentlest kiss you’d ever experienced, when he pulled away he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”
You smiled, you believed him, you believed this beautiful man standing in front of you, offering his heart. Suddenly, a flash of blue and the noise of sirens going past your house broke the moment.
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you laughed as Peter gave you one more kiss and pulled on his mask.
“I’ll call you,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he climbed out of your kitchen window, swinging on his webs, a vision in red and blue against the navy night sky.
Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
Warnings: fluff, angst
Words:2529
Disclaimer: This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N: Thank you guys for all of your support, I love you all! Hope you enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx
You woke up on that sunny Tuesday morning with apprehension in your stomach, and for a second, you couldn’t understand or remember why you were feeling this way. As soon as you remembered, a smile broke out on your face, the feeling of apprehension turning to glee. The feeling of glee soon turned to worry as you realised that you didn’t know the code to your parents safe but you were sure that you’d figure it out.
You went downstairs for breakfast and your parents hardly glanced up at you as you made some toast, “not working today then, Y/N?” your dad asked and you rolled your eyes.
You’d barely had a day off all week, you were sure that you warranted a day off, “no, I’m today and tomorrow,” you said as you slathered some butter on your toast. You were never going back to that shitty little job.
“What time are you guys setting off?” you asked, they were going on their annual holiday break today.
“We’re leaving here at half three, Sam is staying with his friends while we’re gone,” your mom replied and you nodded, feeling an ache in your heart. You were going to miss your baby brother so much. But, you had to go.
Later on, you were quietly packing your things and you decided to leave a message for Peter, knowing that you would never speak to him again hurt too much. With a sigh, you fogged up the mirror and wrote a message, “hey, Peter. I’m just letting you know that it’s today I’m leaving, so I guess this is goodbye,” the message was a bit more emo than you had intended it to be.
At half three, like clockwork, your parents knocked on your door and opened it a sliver, “we’re going to the airport, we’ll drop Sam at his friend’s on the way.”
You nodded, feeling surprisingly unaffected even though this was probably the last time that you’d see them, if everything went according to plan, “have a good time.”
All of a sudden, the door burst open and Sam came running in to give you a tight hug, “bye, sis!”
You smiled as you kissed the top of his head, it felt like you were betraying him, you’d make him understand one day, “bye, Sammie, I love you, you know that right?”
Sam pulled away from you and gave you a weird look, “I know, I love you too but we’ll see each other in two weeks, won’t we?”
You forced a smile as you nodded, trying to ignore the pain in your chest, “yeah, see you in two weeks kiddo.”
After your parents had been gone for about an hour you spent some time trying to figure out the code to your mom and dad’s safe. They had too much money than they knew what to do with, and you were about to rectify it. Finally, you figured out the code, it was Sam’s birthday. Of course the code was Sam’s birthday, you wondered why your parents loved him more than they loved you. Maybe, it was because they’d adopted Sam, they’d chosen him whereas, they had got stuck with you.
Just as you had expected, there were stacks and stacks of cash in there, you knew that they had cash stashed away but you didn’t realise they had this much. You took enough money to keep you going for a little while, well until you got a job anyway. As you went back to your room, you spied Peter’s message on your bathroom mirror and your heart sank.
“no, please Y/N! Don’t do this, please come and meet me in one hour? By the pond in the park, I can help. Please let me help.”
“I’m sorry, Peter,” you sighed as you grabbed your bags and left your old life behind.
You were nearly across the bridge when the rain started and it quickly grew torrential, and you had a good job keeping the car steady. For just one second you took your eyes off the road to look at a car that was driving far too close. When you looked back at the road, it was much too late, you were going to crash!
You felt the impact of the crash and you felt a searing pain through your stomach, the last thing that you remembered before everything went black was a strange orange flash. You woke up to the sound of your driver’s side window being smashed, you managed to open your eyes and you briefly thought it was odd that the weather was so good. It didn’t even look like it had been raining, from what you could see there were no puddles on the pavement.
“Hey! Are you okay?” you heard a muffled voice, a man’s voice and you realised that someone in a red and suit was holding your head up.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you slurred and tried to move but you cried out as you felt a searing pain in your stomach and you looked down to find a pool of blood on your white shirt.
The stranger reached through the smashed window to unlock the car, “I need to get you to the hospital!” he opened the door and carefully lifted you into his arms, “try and stay awake for me!”
You felt very tired as he carried you down the street, “who are you?” you asked as you looked up at him.
“I’m Spider-Man.”
You thought that was a funny name and as you yawned, you felt even more tired, “I’m very tired, Mr Spider-Man.”
Spider-Man looked down at you, you couldn’t see the concern on his face but you could hear it in his voice, “no, no! You need to stay with me, you need to stay awake!” his voice grew quieter and more muffled until everything went black again.
Hours later, you woke up to a blinding bright light and you realised that you were in a bed. Wincing, you sat up in the bed, feeling much stronger than before, you ran your hands over your stomach and felt the padding of the bandages. Looking around the room, you noticed that you were in a hospital room.
Before you could even begin to recall what happened, the door opened and in walked an older nurse with a kind face, “you’re awake honey! How are you feeling?”
“Much better, thank you,” you smiled, “somebody saved me, someone called Spider-Man, or maybe it was just a dream,” you laughed at the name but immediately regretted it as pain shot through your stomach.
The nurse smiled, “yeah, he tends to save people,” she laughed and nodded over to the corner of your room, “seems he brought your bags back, or somebody did if it wasn’t Spider-Man.”
You glanced over and with a great sense of relief, you saw that your suitcase and bags were sitting there. You were so glad that you still had all of your things, and more importantly, your savings and the money that you’d stolen from your parents safe.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Y/N,” you smiled, you were glad that she wasn’t pestering you for answers about what happened.
“I’m May Parker, I’ll be looking after you while you’re here, you had major surgery, Y/N. I’m sorry to say that you almost died on the table while the doctors were operating, so the hospital will have to keep you in observation for a few days, okay?”
“Okay, thank you,” you smiled at May, it wasn’t like you had anywhere to go at the moment anyway.
“You’re welcome,” May smiled back, “we tried calling your parents from your phone when you were brought in but we didn’t get an answer.”
“They’re out of the country,” you forced a smile, you were glad that your parents were away for two weeks.
May nodded with a concerned look on her face, “try and get some sleep, darling.”
By day three, you were starting to get really bored, you wrote a lot, you used to love writing and now, you had no excuse not to do it. A knock on the door made you jump and you frowned, May never knocked, she was a lovely person but she was quite firm.
“Come in,” you called out though it came out as more of a question.
In walked a very handsome boy with fluffy dark hair, “who are you?” you narrowed your eyes, he looked to be the same age as you.
He smiled and put two tables on your bedside table, “I’m Peter Parker, May’s nephew. I like to help out sometimes,” you smiled, that was really nice of him.
“I’m Y/N, or sometimes I go by MJ.”
Peter took it upon himself to sit in the chair by your bed, “pretty name.”
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, that was exactly what your Peter had said. There was something about Peter that was familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it, “have we met? Something about you seems so familiar.”
Peter’s brown eyes widened just a fraction, “no,” he laughed nervously, “I’m pretty sure that I’d remember meeting you,” he bit his lip, “so, what happened?”
You sighed, sitting up to take the pain medication, you normally wouldn’t be telling a perfect stranger but you had no one to talk to, “I was driving across the bridge and it was pouring down with rain, it was difficult to keep the car steady as it was. I took my eyes off the road for one second and I crashed.”
“It was raining?” Peter asked frowning when you nodded, “it hasn’t rained here for about two weeks, we’d be happy for a bit of rain to be honest.”
To say that you were confused was an understatement, “Peter, the rain was torrential, that’s why I crashed. The car skidded,” you sighed, “anyway, Spider-Man saved me, he was pretty great.”
Peter laughed as he ran a hand through your hair, “I’m sure he’d be happy to know that you’re okay. Where are your parents?”
You scoffed a little as you looked at Peter with a raised eyebrow, “nosy, aren’t you?”
Instead of looking offended, Peter only laughed as he held up his hands “guilty as charged, Aunt May always says that,” he shrugged, “no, I just assumed that as soon as your parents heard about this, they’d be running in to see if you were alright.”
“Your Aunt tried to call them from my phone when I was brought in, they’re out of the country.”
Realisation dawned on Peter’s face, “you were trying to get away from them weren’t you?”
Were you that transparent? It seemed that Peter could read you like a book, “please, don’t tell your Aunt about this.”
Peter smiled, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
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Peter laughed at his Aunt as he walked down the corridors of the hospital, she was standing outside Y/N’s room with a smirk on her face, she was standing with a couple of her colleagues. He knew exactly what his Aunt was going to say.
“Back again, sweetheart?” Aunt May laughed and Peter rolled his eyes with a smile.
“No offense, all that MJ has for company is you so I just thought I’d come and see her,” Peter shrugged like it was no big deal, because it was no big deal. Peter thought that Y/N must be going crazy cooped up in that hospital room on her own.
“MJ?” May smirked as she raised an eyebrow, “given her a nickname already? Oh, that’s so sweet.”
“Ha ha, no, she told me when I first met her that she goes by Y/N, or MJ. I didn’t give her that nickname, now if you’ll excuse me?” he laughed as he walked into Y/N’s room.
“Hey MJ,” Peter smiled as he walked in and the girl sat up and smiled at him as she put her pad and pen on the bedside table.
“Peter! I told you that you didn’t have to keep coming to see me,” she smiled, “but I’m glad you’re here.”
Peter flushed as he shrugged it off, “I remember how boring it was to be in a hospital room on your own, I broke my arm when I was ten, it was the most boring week of my life,” he smiled and got a book out of his bag and put it on her bedside table, “thought you could do with some reading material too.”
Y/N smiled and looked at the book, “The Three Musketeers?”
Peter nodded as he sat on the chair that was by her bed, “yeah, it’s one of my favourites, have you ever read it?”
Y/N shook her head, “no, I’ve never even heard of it.” Peter frowned, how had she never heard of it? “how was your day, Peter?” MJ asked with a smile.
Peter laughed as he ran a hand through his hair, “my licence finally came in the mail, not that I’ll be driving through this hell city any time soon.”
MJ smirked at him teasingly, “can I see your picture?”
Peter shook his head quickly, “absolutely not, it’s completely awful, I look like a serial killer!”
She rolled her eyes and whined, “please, Peter? Mine’s awful too, they’re always awful, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” she was already getting out of bed and walking over to her bag.
Peter sighed, “fine, fine,” he laughed when they exchanged driving licences, MJ looked far too happy with this.
“Aw, Peter! You look so cute!” Peter flushed as he grinned at her before he looked down at Y/N’s driving licence.
He smiled at the picture, hers wasn’t awful at all, she looked pretty and fresh faced, not much different to how she looked now, it was when he looked at her name that he frowned, “Y/N Y/L/N, that’s your name?”
“Yeah, why?” Y/N asked and Peter could hear the confusion in her voice.
“No reason,” he muttered but he looked at her date of birth, the date of birth was the same, it was just the address that gave him pause. The address on the driver’s licence was on the same road as Peter’s, it was the house next door. But, no one had lived there for years.
Peter left earlier that day, mainly because he had to finish an assignment for college but he had to speak to his Aunt before he left.
“Aunt May,” he caught her in the corridor and she looked at him with concern.
“Is everything alright sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Peter laughed a little, “yeah, um, Y/N wanted to look at my driver’s licence photo so she let me have a look at hers. Aunt May her name is Y/N Y/L/N.”
Aunt May sighed, “yes, I know. I saw her date of birth as well.”
Peter was feeling conflicted, “should we tell her?”
“Absolutely not, if we tell her she’s got the same name and the same date of birth as a girl who went missing fifteen years ago she’ll have more questions than we’ve got answers for.”
Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death
Words:2191
Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N:So, I think the other parts are gonna be a bit longer, this was just an intro really! I promise that Peter and Y/N are gonna properly meet in the next one! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, let me know if you want to be tagged! I love you all! xxx
You shivered as you walked down the street in the freezing cold, your manager at the shitty little restaurant that you’d been working in since graduation made you do an extra shift. As a result, you’d missed your bus and you hated getting the subway, you felt really unsafe when you did decide to get the subway. You couldn’t wait until your car was out of the shop, it had to go in for a service the other day. So, walking seemed the lesser of the two evils. You had to look on the bright side though, it had stopped raining about ten minutes ago.
A wave of cold water washed over you, making you gasp as you glared at the car which had just drenched you by driving through a lake sized puddle, “jerks!” you yelled after the car, knowing that it was futile. As you wrung the water out of your hair you sped up your pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
As you got to the porch of your house, you sighed as you spied your parents through the window, sitting in the living room. Your stomach filled with dread and it was almost laughable. What person would ever dread seeing their parents? If more people had parents like yours then you were sure that they’d understand. You reluctantly made your way up the porch steps and into the warm toasty house. You glanced at the fireplace in the living room, and sure enough it was blazing away.
“You’re late, Y/N,” you heard your dad say, and you rolled your eyes, you didn’t realise that you had a curfew at the age of 22.
“My manager made me do an extra shift and I missed my bus, you know that I begrudge getting the subway,” you replied, hovering in the doorway of the living room. Your little brother, Sam smiled at you, it felt like he was the only person in the world who loved you.
“We’re going for late dinner tonight,” your mom said without even looking up from her laptop.
You knew that ‘we’ meant her and your dad, so you grinned over at Sam, “want to get some pizza, squirt?”
Sam bit his lip and looked at your dad, “Sam’s coming with us, I trust that you can sort your own dinner out?” your dad sneered at you.
Even though you were used to your parents dismissing you like you were nothing, you still felt a stinging in your chest but you tried not to let it show on your face. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
“I think I can manage,” you scoffed before shaking your head and turning around and running up the stairs, taking two at the time, you wanted to get away from your parents as quickly as possible. You hated living here, you thought college was your ticket out of here but NYU was the only school who had accepted you and you couldn’t afford to move out. You had even had to take a GAP year after graduating from University so you could work in your spare time.
You were hoping to do a Master’s degree in Philadelphia so you could finally get away from your parents and out of New York. New York just wasn’t home. You threw your bag onto your bed as you walked into your en suite to start your shower. As the water was heating up, you sat on the edge of your bed, and looked at the framed photograph on your nightstand.
It was a photograph of you when you were a kid at the fairground with cotton candy all around your face, you only partly remembered that day but one thing you did remember was how happy you were. You’d gone to the fairground with your parents and your dad had bought you the biggest bag of cotton candy that you’d ever seen, even though he knew you’d get it all over your face. Your dad must have been a different person back then.
Another memory that was your favourite was when your dad gave you a nickname because you having a rough time in elementary school and the nickname made you feel like you were someone else, if only for a little while. The weird thing was that in both of those memories, you couldn’t remember your dad’s face, maybe you just couldn’t imagine him being a good father.
You took the photograph out of the frame and smiled as you turned it over and read the inscription, ‘to my MJ, love Dad xxx’ MJ was your nickname, though he never called you that anymore. With a sigh, you put the photograph down and walked into your bathroom, the mirror was all fogged up from the steam of your shower so you wrote on the glass.
‘I don’t belong here,’ you thought it would make you feel seeing it written out, it didn’t, really.
You spent so much time in the scalding hot shower, and it was only when you heard the front door slam closed that you got out, and wrapped a warm fluffy towel around your wet body. You screamed in surprise as you looked up at the mirror to find there was a message on the glass, a message that you certainly hadn’t written.
‘Um, hi? Is this like in Harry Potter where he writes in Tom Riddle’s diary and the diary writes back to him?”
You frowned, more curious than scared. What the hell was Harry Potter? And, how was someone writing on your bathroom mirror? This had to be some impossible joke, this was impossible. In a weird sort of trance, you rubbed out the message and wrote on a fogged part of the glass.
“What in the world is Harry Potter?” a moment later you watched in disbelief as you watched the writing go across the mirror.
“You’ve never heard of Harry Potter? That’s sad :( it’s the series where a kid finds out he’s a wizard and he goes to a magic school, does it not ring a bell?”
You laughed at the reply as you wracked your brain, you were very sure that you had never heard of Harry Potter, “nope, I’ve never heard of it! Hey, you’re not a ghost, are you? I mean I can see your replies being written across my mirror so the most logical explanation is that you’re a ghost.”
You eagerly awaited the reply, your mood had improved drastically in the past couple of minutes. The reply was taking a little longer, it seemed that this stranger was taking their time curating their response, “I am not a ghost, thank you very much!! My name is Peter! Maybe you’re the ghost, after all, you did write the first message!”
You laughed as you dragged a comb through your wet hair, the person you were speaking to – if there was anybody even there – was a boy, “I’m not a ghost either! I’m Y/N, how old are you?”
“Y/N? That’s a real pretty name, I’m 22. How old are you?”
Your cheeks heated up at the compliment but you refused to acknowledge it, “me too.”
Later on that evening, you made yourself some dinner and put on a shitty horror movie, all the while thinking about Peter, it was impossible to be conversing with someone through a mirror. Maybe, maybe you had finally cracked, were you so lonely that you had imagined the whole thing? Was Peter merely a figment of your imagination.
That night you were having a hard time falling asleep so once again, you walked into your bathroom, breathed on your mirror to fog it up and wrote a message to Peter, “Peter? Are you awake?”
About half an hour later, a message was scrawled back across your mirror, “yeah, Y/N. What’s up?”
You bit your lip, if somebody was impossibly on the other side of the mirror, you didn’t want to overload all your feelings and insecurities but you had to tell someone, “nothing, it’s just I’m sorry about before with my whole ‘woe is me’ act, my parents are complete assholes,” calling them assholes was putting it lightly but you didn’t want to go into full detail.
“Don’t even worry about it Y/N! I’m sorry that they’re being assholes, that shouldn’t be their job. Look, I know that this is completely crazy and I don’t even know if you’re there, I could be talking to myself but if you ever need to talk to someone, I’m just a message away.”
You smiled, you wanted Peter to be real, “thanks, Peter. I just can’t wait to get out of here,” you sighed and sat back, now that you thought about it, you could run away without a trace, all you had to do was wait until your car was out of the garage and you had to wait about a month and a half before your parents left the country to go on holiday. But, you could run away, you had to run away.
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May Parker looked up in surprise as her nephew walked through the door, Peter smiled at her as he walked over to the fridge to grab a soda. Aunt May narrowed her eyes at him, confusion etched on her face.
“What?” Peter asked as he ran a hand through his hair.
Aunt May shrugged before she turned back round to the stove, “I wasn’t expecting you for dinner tonight. I thought you had a date.”
Peter sighed, the guilt curling in his stomach like a monster, “I thought that I was ready to date but I’m not, flirting is all well and good but I’m not ready for something real,” the memory of losing Gwen still killed him, knowing that he hadn’t been strong enough to save her was the worst kind of torment.
Aunt May nodded understandingly as she kissed his forehead and brushed his hair back, Peter was very grateful that she knew what he was going through and she knew exactly how he felt, “take your time, you loved Gwen so much, there’s no rush to move on, sweetheart,” she smiled, “meatloaf okay for dinner?”
Peter nodded with a smile, “yeah, sure,” at least it wasn’t spaghetti again. He made his way up the stairs and threw his bag on his bed with a sigh. Peter wanted to speak to her, he wanted to speak to Y/N like he had done for the past month. He wanted to know whether she was real or not, she was his friend. But, there was no way to see her.
Peter walked into the bathroom, fogged up the glass so he could write to her, “you there, Y/N?” as he awaited her reply, he decided to get changed into his comfy clothes, wincing as he brushed against a bruise on his body. He’d received multiple cuts and bruises, along with a gun shot from a crazy guy called ‘Kraven the Hunter.’ Just when he thought super villains couldn’t get any crazier, they always seemed to surpass themselves.
A couple of hours later, Y/N replied, “hey, Pete! I’m so sorry, I had to work overtime if I want to move out of my parent’s place!”
Peter smiled as he rubbed out the message and wrote back, “no worries! You really work long hours at this restaurant. Where is it? I want to come and see you, if that’s okay?” he bit his lip, hoping he wasn’t being too forward.
“I’d love that, Peter! I work in the newish French restaurant and bar just across from the park by the library.”
Peter frowned, there wasn’t a library across the park and there certainly wasn’t a French restaurant, “Y/N… there isn’t a French restaurant there, aren’t they just those fancy apartments.”
Y/N’s reply came back quickly, scrawled messily across the mirror, “uh, yeah there definitely is! I’ve been working there for over a year, Peter.”
Peter frowned, he’d have to go and have another look, he’d lived in the city for the whole of his life so he was sure he’d notice if a French restaurant popped up right where the fancy apartments were.
“Tell me about your day, Peter?”
“Well, I was meant to go out on a date this evening but I had to cancel at the last minute,” he paused in his writing, this wasn’t the first time he’d contemplated telling Y/N about what had happened to Gwen, but he just couldn’t, “I sent some more photographs to The Daily Bugle, the same old stuff really,” he was leaving out the bit where he stopped a bank robbery but he couldn’t ever tell anyone that he was Spider-Man. People got hurt when they knew, Gwen had been proof of that.
Before Y/N could write a reply, Aunt May shouted up, “Peter, sweetheart! Dinner’s ready!”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later!”
As he was leaving the bathroom, he glanced over his shoulder and grinned at the reply that he saw across his mirror, “speak to you later, Peter! Xoxo’
Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death, character death, swearing, possible smut in later chapters
Disclaimer: I know the premise of this fic could never happen in the MCU because it has something to do with the multiverse (don’t want to give you any spoilers ;) ) this is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk!
A/N: So, I got this impossible idea after watching no way home and I’m so excited to write it! Let me know if you guys would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx
Request: ’i saw that you are taking requests soo: i was listening to Sunny by Boney M. and I just imagined the cutest thing with Andrew Garfield! peter Parker. you both are in the kitchen making dinner and this song comes up and you start dancing lightly; Peter notices it and takes you away from what you were doing to dance. just something fluffy yk.’ - anon
Warnings: fluff, this is so damn cheesy!!
Words: 1627
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, anon, hope this is okay! Thank you all for your amazing support on my last Peter one shot, I hope you all enjoy this and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx
The rain incessantly pounded against your window pane, the weather has been rubbish all day but it couldn’t dampen your spirits. You were living your best life right now, you knew that for sure, you had just moved into your first apartment with the boy that you had dated since high school, and you were still going strong. Peter Parker was the love of your life, you had never been more certain of anything, you were going to marry him one day.
As you were chopping some garlic, the radio station started to play your favourite song. You grinned as the warm upbeat song filled your small kitchen, almost making you forget about the horrid weather outside. You began moving to the music and singing to the lyrics as it played from the crackly radio.
‘Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain The dark days are gone And the bright days are here My sunny one shines so sincere Sunny one so true, I love you.’
You were so busy dancing and singing to the song that you didn’t hear the door open and close, and you didn’t hear the footsteps of your boyfriend echoing through the apartment. Peter paused in the doorway of the kitchen and pulled off his mask, grinning as he watched you dance and heard your angelic voice singing. He was so in love with you. He thought of the ring that he’d hidden in his underwear drawer.
Before you could tip the chopped garlic into the saucepan you felt something sticky attach itself to your hand and you squeaked in surprise as you were pulled backwards and into the soaking wet arms of your boyfriend. You smiled as you looked into Peter’s handsome face and cupped his jaw.
“Jesus, Peter. What have I told you about doing that?” you laughed.
Peter grinned as he stroked your hair, “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help myself, I was watching you dance,” with an embarrassed sort of scoff, you looked away with your cheeks burning, “hey,” Peter whispered, cupping your chin as he kissed you gently before he started swaying on the spot with you in his arms.
‘Sunny, thank you for the smile upon your face Sunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its grace You’re my spark of nature’s fire You’re my sweet complete desire Sunny one so true, I love you’
He sang softly into your ear and you grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers delving into his soft hair, “what are you doing?” you whispered and you heard him chuckle.
“What does it look like? I’m dancing with my best girl,” you could hear the smile in his voice as you rested your head against his firm chest.
“In the middle of our tiny apartment?” you laughed.
Peter pulled back to look at your face, bringing one hand up to your cheek, “it doesn’t matter where we are, Y/N. It only matters that we’re together.”
You leaned into his touch as you swooned at his words, with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him gently. He sighed into the kiss as he took both hands off of your waist to cup your cheeks as he kissed you back, “I love you, Peter.”
Peter smiled as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you too, my Y/N, you have my whole heart.”
You smiled, stroking your fingers through his hair, Peter leaned into your touch as he pulled you closer, “come cuddle with me in bed.”
“I’d love to, but I’m making dinner.”
Peter pouted at your words as he kissed your forehead, his lips against your forehead as he spoke, “please, angel? We can get take out or we can cook together, please come and cuddle with me?”
You sighed as Peter pulled back from you to give you the puppy dog eyes and you felt your resolve weakening before it finally broke. You narrowed your eyes at him as you sighed with exasperation as you walked over to the stove to turn the gas off. When Peter realised what you were doing he whooped with delight as he picked you up. You laughed as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he took you into the bedroom.
You perched on the end of your bed as you watched Peter get undressed and he looked at you with a satisfied smirk on his face that made you want to throw a pillow at him. Peter hissed and winced as he took his suit off, leaving him in his underwear. You gasped as you saw the bruises all over his body and you got to your feet and walked over to him.
“Oh baby,” you touched his bruises lightly and you heard him inhale sharply, “I’m sorry,” you bit your lip as you took your hands away.
“I’m okay,” you heard Peter say but you wouldn’t look at him, you couldn’t look away from his bruises. You knew being Spider – Man had an occupational hazard but you still hated it when he got hurt, “hey,” Peter tilted your chin up so you looked at him, “I’m fine, I promise,” he pulled on your bottom lip with his thumb and kissed you gently.
He grinned at you when he pulled away and opened his drawers to get dressed while you stole one of his shirts to wear. Peter smirked when he turned around to look at you, “god, you always look so good in my clothes, Y/N,” he jumped onto the bed and patted the space next to him.
You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you crawled onto the bed and snuggled up with him, leaning your head against his chest. Peter kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you, his gentle fingers playing with the ends of your hair, “so, how was your day?”
You sighed as you tucked your head beneath his chin, “just had a load of college work to do, I really don’t want to fall behind,” you were currently doing a Master’s degree in university.
“Anything I can help with sweetheart?” you smiled as you sat up to look at his gorgeous face, gazing at the golden flecks in his eyes.
“You’ve already got enough on your plate, honey, thank you for the offer though,” you kissed his cheek as you laid back down. The room was silent for a while, all you could hear was the pounding of the rain and the beating of Peter’s heart, it was very peaceful, you could stay like this forever.
It was Peter who broke the silence and his voice almost sounded timid, “Y/N? I’ve got something that I need to do.”
With a confused frown, you looked up at him, “okay, what is it?”
Peter’s cheeks were red as he smiled down at you, “can you close your eyes?”
You complied as you shut your eyes, now even more confused. What could he possibly have to do? Worry swirled in your gut, you hoped it wasn’t anything bad, you felt him get off the bed and shuffle around the room for a couple of moments, you so wanted to peek at what he was doing. You felt the bed dip as he got back onto it and you heard a soft snapping noise.
“Okay, you can open your eyes.”
You opened your eyes to look at Peter’s nervous face and then you looked at what he was holding and your breath escaped your lungs as you looked at the diamond ring in the palm of his hand. He laughed nervously as he ran a hand through his hair.
“I wanted to do this in a more romantic way but as soon as I saw you dancing in the kitchen, I knew I had to do it today. Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in love with you since the 9th grade and I still can’t believe that you love me back. Will you make me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry me?”
You gasped as the tears stung at your eyes, you wanted to say yes but you had somehow forgotten how to talk, a couple of moments went by without an answer and Peter was starting to look nervous, “Y/N?” Peter prompted, his voice breaking a little.
Finally, you snapped out of it and found your voice, “yes Peter! Of course I’ll marry you!” you laughed as you held out your hand and Peter slid the ring on kissing your knuckles.
“I’m sorry, I had a real plan. I was going to take you to a fancy restaurant, roses, champagne the whole works but I just couldn’t wait,” he looked sheepish.
“I wouldn’t have wanted this any other way, Peter, this is perfect, intimate. Just me and you, like it should be,” you looked down at the dazzling ring with a grin on your face, “the ring is beautiful,” you took it off your finger to look at it properly and you saw an inscription on the inside of the band, ‘for my, Y/N.’
Tears sprang to your eyes as you leaned down and kissed him deeply, “I love you Peter.”
Peter grinned as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you too, Y/N. So much.”
‘Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain The dark days are gone And the bright days are here My sunny one shines so sincere Sunny one so true, I love you
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you’
Summary: After months of crushing on Peter Parker, you move upstate with your family and make a heartbreaking discovery.
Warnings: fluff, angst
Words: 1433
A/N: Can’t believe I haven’t written for Andrew’s Spider-Man! So here you go! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! Happy New Year, I love you all! xxx
God, I wish that you had thought this through
Before I went and fell in love with you
The knock on your window startled you as you were packing your things into a cardboard box, a smile spread across your face when you saw that it was Spider – Man. A few months ago the superhero had fallen into your garden, dressed in red and blue, and missing his mask. He had been hurt and he needed help. Obviously, you weren’t a doctor but you patched him up as best you could and sent him on his way, but every time he was in the neighbourhood he came to see you.
You put the box down and walked over to your window, opening it with a grin, “hi, Peter,” you stood aside to let him climb through the window.
“Hey, Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled off his mask to reveal his handsome face, you blushed as he pulled you into a hug, “how are you?” he smiled, leaning against the wall.
You tried to stop your eyes from ogling him but it was hard when he was smiling at you like that with his hair all messy, “I’m good, how about you? Are you hurt?”
You walked closer to him, looking for any sign that he was hurt, Peter shook his head with a small smile as he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, “just some bruised ribs, I’m okay.”
You smiled, looking away from his eyes to look at his mouth and you looked back at his eyes, “make sure you put some ice on it.”
“Of course, Doctor Y/N,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he pulled away from you and went to sit on your bed.
You touched the place where he’d kissed you to find that it was warm, you wanted him, you wanted to kiss him properly but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship so you had to wait until he made the first move. He’d been coming to see you all this time, surely he had to harbour more than friendly feelings for you. How you wished that could be true.
He looked around at the boxes with interest, “are you moving or something?” he asked as you sat next to him.
You sighed and nodded your head, your family was moving upstate to Midtown for your dad’s new job, it was too far for him to commute. You didn’t want to move, you’d miss your school and your friends, you didn’t want to have to start afresh, “yeah, upstate,” you sighed, you’d really miss Peter too.
Instead of matching your glum energy, Peter smiled brightly, “I think you’ll love it upstate, it’s cool! And we’ll still be able to hang out, I’ll come and see you in your new place, if that’s okay of course,” he added quickly before he mumbled, “don’t wanna be a stalker or anything.”
You laughed with a nod, delighted that he still wanted to see you, you bit your lip as you gained the courage for what you knew you had to say, “why don’t you take my number?” you blushed, “then, you won’t have to search for the new place,” you laughed and shifted on the bed, you knee touching his.
The only reason why you knew Peter was because he kept coming to see you, you wouldn’t have known him any other way.
Your heart dropped when Peter gave you a pained smile, “a number comes with too many promises.”
“Like what, Peter?” you bit your lip as you watched the conflict play across Peter’s face.
“Promises that I can’t keep, look, Y/N,” he sighed sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear, “I like you a lot, but I’m not looking for anything right now, not with the whole Spider-Man thing. Please, understand,” he pressed his warm lips against your cheek again.
Peter’s words were still ringing in your ears as you watched him climb back through the window later on that night. You watched him swing away on his webs with a heavy heart until he was nothing but a speck in the distance.
About a month later you were looking down the hallways of your new school with a confused look on your face. It was your first day and you were very, very lost, you were too anxious to ask anyone for their help. You were about to go wandering again when you noticed a very familiar looking boy taking photographs just in front of you. Happiness and perhaps a little bit of astonishment filled your body.
“Peter?” you called out, grinning when he put his camera down with a raised eyebrow, you couldn’t believe that he was actually here.
“Y/N!” he said with a shocked smile as you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, feeling his chuckle rumble in his chest. God, you loved his laugh, “what are you doing here?” he asked as he pulled away from you.
“I told you I was moving upstate, it’s my first day at this school,” you smiled.
“Wow, it, it’s so good to see you,” he smiled, almost looking dumbfounded.
You melted at his words, “look, Peter. I,” you blushed, hesitating as he looked at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. You wanted to tell him how you felt, you needed to tell him how you felt. You laughed nervously when Peter raised an eyebrow, “you see, the thing is,” you trailed off when a beautiful girl with white blonde hair walked up to Peter.
“Hey, you, who’s this?” she asked, looking at you with a kind smile.
Your eyes flickered over to Peter who was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face, “Gwen, this is my friend, Y/N, it’s her first day. Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Gwen.”
Your heart dropped and sank to your stomach like a stone, quickly you managed to recover with a strained smile as Gwen spoke to you, “it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you liking Midtown so far?” Gwen smiled and you watched her link her fingers through Peter’s with a sick feeling in your stomach.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” you forced a smile, fighting back the tears in your eyes, “I like it, though I’d like it more if I could find my class. Speaking of, I’d better find it,” you glanced up at the happy couple and pushed past them without waiting for an answer. You walked with your head down, finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.
Peter cornered you at the end of the day while you were putting your books into your locker, “Y/N,” he started with a guilty look on his face.
“Leave me alone, Peter,” you sniffed as you slammed your locker door shut.
“Y/N, please!” he grabbed your arm gently as you tried to walk away from him.
You whirled round to look at him and scoffed when you saw that he looked like a wounded puppy, “don’t you dare look at me like that!” you hissed. Is this what it felt like to have your heart broken? “I feel like such an idiot, I thought you liked me. I tried not to look too much into it. But, I wanted to be sure,” you didn’t want him to see you cry but it was too late, “you kissed me Peter. Twice.”
“On the cheek. It was a friendly kiss, I do like you as a friend, you’re my friend, Y/N,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair.
Anger rose in your chest, mingling with the sadness, “then why did you lie? You told me that you weren’t looking for anything. But, you were, just not with me,” your bottom lip wobbled, “you should have told me, Peter. You should have told me the truth, you can’t have been blind to my affections for you, not after all these months.”
“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you,” he reached out for you but you backed away.
“That’s okay, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you wiped your tears and your voice broke, “she’s beautiful, Peter. Gwen, really is beautiful.”
Peter nodded as he looked away from you, with a sigh you shook your head as you walked down the corridor, pausing to glance over your shoulder, “Peter?” with a hopeful sort of look, Peter looked up at you, “I don’t want to see you, or Spider-Man for that matter,” you looked away as a wave of sadness washed over you.
And that was how you left him, staring after you in that deserted corridor. So much for a first day.
Summary: Peter Parker is your twin brother’s best friend so naturally, you are off limits which is fine for the both of you. But, when tragedy strikes, everything changes between you and Peter. Spider- Man/ The Punisher crossover.
Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, minor character death, mentions of suicide, everyone lives au.
Words: 2522
Disclaimer: This will not contain any spoilers for the new movie! And I’m so sorry if the Italian is wrong!
A/N: Hope you guys had an amazing Christmas! This is the first part of my Peter fic and if you guys like it then I’ll be putting one of my Loki fics on hold! Also, this will be quite a dark fic, but I hope you enjoy this part and let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx
Chapter I
The last Saturday of summer had always been reserved for a family night, though your younger sister, Lisa managed to get out of it because she didn’t come back from summer camp until tomorrow. Usually, you resented family night, opting to sneak out afterwards to go to Flash Thompson’s last party of the summer. However, you didn’t feel like it this year because you knew that your ex-boyfriend, Max would be there.
About three weeks ago you had discovered that Max had been unfaithful to you so you broke up with him, and the only person you had told was your mom. Initially, you had been heartbroken, you’d been together for three years, but now you felt a bit better about the whole situation because the sadness had turned to anger. You would rather be angry than heartbroken; you didn’t want to mope around for any longer.
You smiled at your mom, Maria as you walked into the glorious smelling kitchen, there were notes of garlic and herbs in the air, “smells amazing, mom.”
Maria grinned at you as she kissed your hair, “thank you baby, you look like you’re feeling better.”
You shrugged as you snagged a handful of grated cheese, ignoring the way she tutted at you, “yeah, I’m okay. Max is a huge jerk.”
Maria laughed and was about to reply, when the back door banged open and your twin brother Frankie walked in, spattered with mud and carrying a football, he’d spent most of his summer playing soccer. He was going to be the Captain of the football team this year, senior year.
“Hey, mom, is it cool if Peter comes to dinner tonight?” he asked as he got a bottle of grape soda from the fridge.
Maria smiled, “of course darling, I really like Peter.”
You scoffed and leaned against the kitchen counter, “only because Peter keeps him out of trouble because he’s such a loser.”
Frankie and Peter had been friends for years, and it was the most unlikely pairing because Frankie was popular and on the football team, while Peter was in the decathlon team, but it seemed like Frankie didn’t really care about the status quo, not like you did.
“Y/N!” your mom said sternly as she frowned at you.
Frankie narrowed his eyes as he glared at you, it was remarkable how much he looked like your dad when he did that, “oh dear, I’m terribly sorry, Y/N,” he started sarcastically, “I forgot that unfortunately we can’t be all as popular as you and Max. Where is he anyway? I haven’t seen the little shit in ages.”
“We broke up.”
Frankie’s face fell and he looked apologetic – an expression he rarely wore – “what happened?”
You raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “he cheated on me so I dumped him.”
Frankie cursed beneath his breath, the angry look fixed on his face again, “he’s not playing on the team this year I’m going to kill him!”
“Who are we killing?” your godfather, Billy Russo laughed as he walked into the kitchen with your dad, Frank.
Your mom sighed as she turned round with her hands on her hips, fixing all four of you with a stern look, “we have a perfectly good living room! Why don’t you all go in there instead of distracting me?” she laughed as she shooed all four of you out into the hallway.
Frankie looked at Billy and your dad, “we’re killing Y/N’s ex-boyfriend, Max.”
There was a look of immense relief on Frank’s face, “thank god you’ve got rid of that tool! You’re much better without him sweetheart,” he smiled as he wrapped and arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead.
“Thanks, dad,” you laughed.
“Frankie, if you don’t get a shower before Peter comes then you’re not joining us for dinner!” your mom shouted from inside the kitchen.
You smirked at your brother, “she’s right, you do pong a little,” you laughed when Frankie gave you the finger and traipsed up the stairs, bouncing his muddy ball onto the carpet as he went. Mom was going to kill him.
You were helping Maria set the dining room table when the doorbell rang, making you jump slightly, “can you get that for me love? It’ll be Peter,” she smiled as she lit some vanilla scented candles, you sighed and nodded, “be nice, Y/N,” she warned you.
“Of course,” you mumbled beneath your breath, it’s not like you hated Peter or anything, you just didn’t know him and you had no desire to get to know him.
You pulled open the door and acknowledged the curly haired boy with a nod of your head, he smiled at you as he hitched his bag higher onto his shoulder, “hey Y/N.”
“Hi Peter, come on in,” you stepped aside to let him in and he smiled at you gratefully, “Frankie’s upstairs, you can go on up.”
“Thanks,” he smiled and looked through to the kitchen, “hi Mr and Mrs Castle, Mr Russo,” he waved politely and all three adults beamed.
“Hey Pete,” your dad grinned, it was clear that everyone loved Peter.
Dinner was great that night, everyone was getting on and the conversation was flowing freely as you all sampled your mom’s delicious food. Billy was talking about his security company, Anvil and Peter seemed really interested, it looked like he was hanging onto Billy’s every word. You wouldn’t have thought that Peter would be interested in something like Anvil.
There was a short lull in the conversation where Frankie caught your eye with a smirk on his face and you raised an eyebrow at him questioningly as you sipped your soda, he looked over at your mom and gestured to his food, “the food is great mom but it could really do with some more salt,” he joked.
You let out a surprised laugh while Peter gasped and Billy snorted into his food, your dad had to look away to keep himself from laughing.
Maria narrowed her eyes at her son, if looks could kill then Frankie would be six feet under, “oh, tu maiale ingrato,” she tried to sound stern but you could hear the laughter in her voice.
Frankie gasped, “I have no idea what you’ve just said but it sounded very offensive,” your brother wasn’t really interested in learning Italian, “seriously, what did you just call me?”
“An ungrateful pig,” you and Peter said in unison and you glanced up at Peter in surprise to see a faint blush painted across his cheeks.
“I didn’t know that you knew Italian,” you remarked as you shovelled in a forkful of pasta.
“I didn’t expect you to know something like that,” he mumbled, his eyes widening a second later as he glanced over at your dad nervously, “I just mean, we don’t really talk all that much so how could you have known?” he laughed nervously and you smirked at his shyness.
Your mom quickly changed the subject, throwing a meaningful look at you “are you guys sneaking off to Flash’s party tonight?”
You choked on your soda as you exchanged panicked looks with Peter and Frankie, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” at your blatant lie, Billy snickered around his beer but managed to pass it off as a cough.
Your dad only chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, “you think we don’t know? We weren’t born yesterday, Y/N. We left you to it because we trust you and sneaking out is a normal teenage thing.”
You smiled at your dad before shaking your head, “I won’t be going but I’ve told Flash that he needs to save me some cake,” you laughed.
Peter frowned over at you, “I don’t mean to be nosy but why aren’t you going, Y/N? Won’t Max be there?”
“We broke up, Peter.”
Peter’s face drained of colour as he bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair, “sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled.
“Don’t worry about it,” you replied with a smile.
Frankie snickered as he looked between you and Peter, shaking his head when you gave him a questioning look, “don’t worry about her, Pete, she’s been shut up in her room for most of the summer,” he smirked, to which you rolled your eyes, tempted to give him the finger.
“I’ll have you know that I’ve been working on a project that hopefully will help Tony Stark and The Avengers.”
Peter perked up, looking delighted, “I’m sure he’ll be grateful for the help, Y/N,” he grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.
Later on, when Frankie and Peter were leaving for Flash’s party, Frankie glanced at you from over his shoulder, “are you sure that you don’t want to come?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.
Forcing a smile, you shook your head, though you were mostly alright with the breakup, you still didn’t want to see Max flirting with everyone in sight. Because, you knew that he would be, “no thanks, don’t forget the cake,” you warned with a laugh.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” Peter smirked at Frankie.
“Thanks, Peter,” you laughed and Frankie held up his hands in mock surrender.
“Never thought I’d see the day when you guys are ganging up on me together,” he chuckled, “if I happen to see Max, I’m going to kick his ass.”
“You’re the real MVP, Frankie,” you laughed as he bade you goodbye with a lazy salute, before walking out the front door with Peter. They didn’t have to sneak out this year.
You decided to go to bed early that night because your mom and dad ended up snuggled on the sofa with a bottle of red wine, and Billy had a date. Over the past few weeks, you had got out of the habit of constantly checking your phone, but tonight you just couldn’t help it. Nothing. You weren’t completely sure what you were looking for. Closure, perhaps? An explanation?
With a sigh, you walked into your bedroom and threw your phone onto your bed, you were just going to go straight to bed but you decided to work some more on your project. The formula needed to be refined before you presented it to Mr Stark. When you were struggling to keep your eyes open, you finally climbed into your warm bed and fell into a dreamless sleep within seconds.
On your last day of freedom, you woke up bright and early, feeling refreshed and made your way downstairs. You were filled with delight when you walked into the kitchen and saw cupcakes from Flash’s party on the counter, you didn’t see the way your parents were eyeing you with worry. You picked up a cupcake and laughed at the Spider-Man frosting.
“God, Flash is so obsessed,” you smiled as you turned to face your parents, your smile dropped when you saw the horrified looks on their faces, “what? What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling worry fill your chest.
“Y/N,” your mom sighed, before hesitating as if she was trying to gather her thoughts, “when was the last time you saw or heard from Max?”
You sighed, putting the cupcake down, confused as to why she was bringing this up, “I saw him a few days ago at the grocery store. Why?”
“Sweetheart,” your dad started as he reached out for you, “he was found this morning off a trail in the woods.”
“Found?” you frowned, you didn’t like the sound of that at all.
Frank sighed as he exchanged a worried look with Maria, “I’ll try and put this as delicately as I can, Y/N. Max was found in the woods with his wrists slashed, it looks like he’s been there for a day or two at the most, it seems like he did it to himself. It’s not public knowledge yet but his parents gave us a call earlier this morning, they wanted you to know. I’m so sorry darling.”
For a second, you felt nothing, and then your brain finally registered his words and you felt faint, tears springing to your eyes.
“Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?” your mom’s voice sounded as though it was underwater.
“I’m going to be sick,” you managed to say before you ran out of the room and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Tears streamed down your face, Max was dead? It was hard to believe that he’d killed himself.
You didn’t know how deal with your feelings, you should be troubled and sad, maybe, the reality hadn’t sunken in yet. You jumped when you felt a gentle, cool hand on your back, you didn’t even hear anyone come into the bathroom. You turned around and saw with embarrassment that it was Peter, he had a look of concern on his face and he was holding a glass of water. His hair was curly and his eyes were sleepy as he rubbed them with one hand.
“Thank you,” you mumbled as he handed it to you.
“Are you sick?” he asked and you shook your head.
“No, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”
Peter shrugged with a small smile, “I don’t mind,” he sat next to you as you drained the glass of water like it was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted, “wanna talk about it?”
You scoffed a little, “no, but I’m sure that you’ll find out in a couple of days anyway. Max was found dead in the woods, he killed himself,” you whispered, it sounded so awful to say out loud.
Peter’s eyes widened and he looked horrified but he seemed to snap out of it pretty quickly so he could comfort you, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. How are you feeling?”
You were grateful that he didn’t ask you if you were okay, because of course you weren’t. You shrugged, “I should be heartbroken, I should be sobbing on this floor right now but I hardly feel anything, like I’m numb.”
Peter nodded, it looked like he knew what you were talking about, “everybody deals with grief differently but I was the same way after my Uncle died.”
“How long did it take for reality to set in?”
Peter bit his lip, “a couple of days,” he hesitated, running his fingers through his hair, “look, I know this is probably the longest conversation we’ve ever had but you can talk to me about this if you need to. Anytime.”
“Thank you, Peter,” you smiled at him.
“Everything alright, guys?” Frankie said from the doorway as he looked between you and Peter with an unreadable expression on his face.
You forced a smile, “yeah! You guys are going to the beach today, right?”
Frankie nodded, running a hand through his hair, “we really should get going, Pete.”
Peter bit his lip as he looked at you and you smiled, “I’ll be fine, go.”
Peter nodded as he got to his feet, “remember what I said, Y/N?” he bit his lip as he looked at you almost shyly.
“Of course, thanks Pete,” you nodded, ignoring the suspicious look on Frankie’s face.
Summary: Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, had nerves of steel behind the mask. He was able to defeat horrible villains, swing from impossible heights, and do the impossible. But without the suit, without the mask, he can’t even tell his best friend that he’s in love with her. Maybe it’s her beauty, her confidence, or the possibility of losing her altogether if he admits his feelings, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. His hesitation also most definitely has something to do with the fact that she’s Flash’s little sister.
Characters: Peter Parker, Y/N Thompson, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Molly Owen (OC), Liz Toomes, May Parker,
A/N: there is a little reference to one of Robert Downey Jr.’s old roles in here ;)
You had always been close with Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. You remembered Peter being there when you broke your arm after Flash had pushed you off of your bike. May had Peter deliver a batch of your favorite cookies to your home the day after, even though they had nothing to do with the incident. You remembered Ned fending off the playground bullies for you in third grade when your brother wouldn’t. When you discovered that your two closest friends were also best friends (small world, am I right?), you three became inseparable.
As the years went on and the three of you started high school, the friendship onlystrengthened as an idea of watching movies together had turned into a weekly tradition. At first, the two boys would make their way to your house, but once Mrs. Thompson got a new job that kept her busy during the weekends, her brother had made it a point to bully the three of you incessantly; so much so that the weekly movie marathon was moved to Ned’s.
In school, you had achieved the status of, ‘Miss Popularity’; a moniker that Ned teased you about to the point of claiming you had become too cool to hang out with the likes of their ‘league of nerds’, but you paid no mind, usually retaliating with some pop culture reference, which Peter tended to fall to his knees for. As stated before, you three were inseparable.
But lately, Peter had been acting… strange.You couldn’t really place a finger on it, but he’d been spending a lot less time ogling Liz… and he’d skipped the past month of Saturday night movie marathons. Whenever Saturday rolled around, and you were on your way to the Leeds’ house, you would receive a text from Peter letting you know that he would be unable to You’d questioned Ned about it on more than one occasion, but every time he just laughed it off.
“Pigeons learn faster than you,” he’d said once. You hit him over the head with a rolled-up magazine for that one.
• • • • • • • • • •
Sitting on the bleachers with your headphones tucked in your ears and a bag of carrots resting on your knees, you reached into your backpack for your copy of The Motion of Life in Water. You’d told your usual group of lunch buddies that you had to study, which was a lie, but you didn’t feel too guilty for it. You munched in silence, reading with soft music playing. You bobbed your head from side to side slightly, completely closed off from the outside world. But as the song’s tempo increased, the feeling of your right earbud being yanked out startled you.Turning your head quickly to shout at whoever dared disrupt you, your eyebrows rose up in surprise as the sight of Peter Parker greeted you. His boyish face had been on your mind a lot as his absence was a noticeable one.
In a moment of unfiltered frustration, you smacked him across the thigh with the paperback book.
“Peter, what the hell!?” you shouted. He sat on your left, grinning from ear to ear.
“Jeez, Y/N, sorry! I just wanted to know what you’re listening to,” he said, listening in on your music. “Ah, not a bad choice.” He smiled, inserting the earbud fully.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you showed it to me, Petey,” you said. “So where have you been lately?”
“Wh-What do you mean?” he asked nervously, cocking an eyebrow as he offered you a strawberry. You offered him a carrot in return.
“You skipped all of our John Hughes movie nights! It’s so unlike you, Pete, to skip Weird Science?“
“I don’t even like Weird Science, Y/N. Ian reminds me a little too much of–”
“Mr. Stark, I know. I get it. You’re basically an Avenger now,” you rolled your eyes. “I bet you haven’t even met any of them, other than Iron Man.”
One of the few topics of discussion that always seemed to come up was Peter’s internship with Stark Industries. Ever since the Stark Convention in 2010, Peter had become enamored with the Iron Man. It was only fitting that the man that saved Pete’s life would end up choosing him as an intern.
“Y-Yeah…” Peter said softly, smiling down at his feet for some reason.
“But hey,” you began. He looked at you, his brown eyes searching your face. You didn’t catch on, but he looked at you with longing.
“Do you think you could get Spider-Man to sign something for me?” you asked giddily. “Not to totally take advantage of your situation, but he’s awesome.” Peter’s cheeks flushed bright pink.
“Wh-Wh-What m-makes you say that?” he asked, brows furrowed. You gave him a strange look, smiling.
“I dunno, he’s probably the only Avenger who hasn’t left anyone dead on the streets. He’s all for the little guy,” you explained.
“But what if he’s, like, super ugly under the mask? Like, horrifically burned or something?” a detached voice asked. You and Peter glanced over to see Molly, one of your friends, nearing with Liz and your brother not far behind. Flash smirked at her comment.
“I bet he’s definitely got some horrible skin deformity,”
“What, like Deadpool?” you asked as they stopped short in front of you and Peter on the bleachers.
“Yeah! God, what if he’s some geek with pimples and shit?” Flash agreed.
“Okay, well first off, Flash, who invited you into this conversation?” you asked, grinning slyly. He glared at you.
“Y/N, don’t be so anal, alright? You’re having a public conversation with Penis Parker. Are you seriously gonna get mad at me for wanting to be involved?” Flash retorted. You’d already had your fill of his attitude for the day, so you pulled out your left earbud and folded your arms over your chest. Peter, Liz, and Molly collectively held their breath.
“No, you can’t. See, you wouldn’t know this, pretty boy, but you wouldn’t have to rely so heavily on your physical appearance if you were actually a nice guy. But no, you wake up three hours before school to style your fucking hair because there’s nothin’. Going. On. Upstairs,” you said, tapping your temple to express just how much you meant what you said. He looked somewhat embarrassed because of Peter’s laughter. Liz groaned at the conflict in general. You pursed your lips to keep from laughing along, high fiving Peter. Flash huffed, crossing his arms and storming off.
“Nice, Y/N. Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Molly snickered, she and Liz taking the seats below you and Peter.
“Y/N, Flash does kinda have a point, though. You’ve gotta shut up about this Spider-person! What if he is actually a she? What if you’re obsessing over some totally hot crime-fighting vigilante chick?” Molly proposed.
“Spider-Man…. is a man… Because he calls himself Spider-Man,” Peter commented defensively.
“I love him,” you joked, earning laughter from Liz.
“Well, if what Ned said in gym class the other day was true, then Peter does know Spider-Man,” she said, motioning toward Peter. “Why don’t you hook them up?” Molly nodded vigorously.
“I… I barely know the guy,” Peter said bleakly, swallowing hard. You poked his arm softly, making him jolt slightly.
“I… know… when… you’re… lying, Petey,” you teased. “But don’t worry. I won’t ask you to introduce me to your new web-slinging buddy,” You laid your head on his shoulder. “It’d be too awkward, anyway.” You closed your eyes, putting your earbud back in. If you hadn’t closed your eyes, you would’ve seen the way Peter’s face turned beet red. You would’ve seen how Liz raised an eyebrow at his reaction to your affection, and you would’ve seen the shit-eating grin on Molly’s face.
It seemed that everyone knew but you.
• • • • • • • • • •
You whistled along to the radio as you danced around your room, reading from your textbook after school that Friday. No clubs or plans, so the rest of your day was open. You were home alone that evening; Flash had a date (so he most likely wouldn’t be back until the next morning) and your parents both worked, so the music was rather loud.
The sun had begun to set and when you looked out the window, you saw the beautiful city skyline and the outline of Stark Tower in front of the orange-colored sky. It felt peaceful and safe being close enough to see the building, but far enough away that if the sky were to open up again, you’d be safe from harm for a little longer. You tossed your textbook onto your bed, climbing in after it. You propped your feet up against the wall your twin bed touched, your mind wandering from seeing the Chitauri attack on the news to Peter’s internship. What exactly did it entail anyway? Why did he disappear so often as of late? Why did he act so secretive about the internship, especially towards you? You’d never told anyone any of his secrets, so why was this one that he wanted to keep from you? All questions with no answer.
Being home alone could only be fun for so long, so you decided to text your group chat with Peter and Ned to see what they were up to.
Y/N: Guys, I’m dying of boredom over here. What’re you up to?
Nedward : Hanging out at home. Was just about to text u.
Y/N: Petey
Y/N: Peter Benjamin Parker, wya sis?
Y/N: Where is he tho
Nedward : I dunno should we be worried? Usually the second your name pops up on his phone hes jumping for it like it’s a life raft and hes in the middle of the ocean
Y/N: Don’t exaggerate. We should totally surprise him at home. He’s probably asleep. Or doing homework
Nedward : What kind of loser does homework on a Friday? I have to help mom with dinner. I’ll see if I can come later on though?
Y/N: Peter. Peter does homework on a Friday. And me. I do homework on Fridays. Don’t judge. I’m gonna text May and head over
Nedward : Ok let me know if he’s dead
• • • • • • • • • •
You knocked softly on the door to May’s apartment.
“One second!” her sweet voice called. You heard hurried footsteps make their way over and she pulled the door open. She saw your face and hers lit up like a kid’s on Christmas.
“Y/N! I was worried something happened. What took you so long to get here?” she asked, sounding a lot like your mother. You grinned sheepishly, holding up a bag from Delmar’s deli.
“I got you guys sandwiches,”
“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart!” she took the bag from you, giving you a tight hug and pulling you inside.
“Delmar asked about you again,” you teased. May rolled her eyes, handing you the sandwich marked #5 and the two bags of sour gummy worms.
“Oh, shush. You sound just like Peter. He’s in his room,” May said, heading back over to her desk. You made your way across the living room, knocking on Peter’s bedroom door. No answer. You opened the door slowly, peeking in to see him fast asleep on top of the covers on his bed. Shirtless. Funny. You grinned, letting yourself in and shutting the door behind you.
“Wake up, sleepyhead. I got you dinner,” you said, setting his food down on the nightstand. You sat beside his sleeping body but immediately gasped at the sight.His upper torso was marred with cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes; your heart sinking as a particularly angry looking bruise drew your attention.You didn’t recall Peter having so many cuts and bruises on his body. It looked as though he’d been through a war. You reached out to brush your fingers through his unkempt locks with concern. He had a small cut on his forehead as well. Your fingers on his skin woke him in an instant. He sat up with a start, grabbing your wrist in panic. He let out a loud sigh of relief.
“Oh, Y/N, it’s just you. How long–” he yawned, letting go of your arm– “how long have you been here?” He pulled one of those science pun shirts on over his injuries, groaning slightly. You didn’t comment on it.
“I just got here…” you said, taking a look around. His room was a mess. It had taken you being there to realize just how long it had been since you’d actually been in his room. Sure, you spent your weekends out in the living room during your sleepovers with Ned and occasionally Molly or even May, but you hadn’t been in his room in months. You stood, making your way over to his desk.
“What’s all this?” you asked, gesturing to the odd-looking tech blueprints. They looked familiar somehow.
“J-Just stuff for Mr. Stark. And a little bit of schoolwork mixed in,” Peter leaped off the bed, joining you in looking at the blueprints for a second before he hurriedly smashed all of the papers into one of the drawers. You spun around, leaning against the desk looking at his room from a new angle.
“I haven’t been in here in a while,” you commented. Peter had his hand on the desk, his thumb brushing against your left pinky.
“Yeah, it has been a while hasn’t it?” he agreed. You gestured towards his dinner.
“You gonna eat?” Peter moved away from you in an instant, going for the gummy worms.
“Thanks a ton, Y/N. I can pay you back,” he offered, sitting back on his bed. He tossed you the second bag of gummy worms. For a moment, things felt normal. Peter had that glow in his eyes back, but the strange cuts and bruises on his body worried you endlessly. You didn’t want to address it, for fear that he would just close back up again.
You sat at his desk, spinning in his rolling chair. You wheeled over to him and put your feet up on the bed.
“Don’t worry about it, Petey.” You smiled at him and he gave you a sweet look. You watched him for a long time, still debating on whether or not you’d bother to ask what was up.
But you did anyway.
“Are you okay lately?” you asked. Peter looked at you nervously.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’ve been acting super… distant lately. Even when you’re around, it’s like your mind is somewhere else. I’m just sorta worried, is all. Is it the internship or… Liz?” you asked, feeling a strange jealousy in your gut when you brought up his ever-present (so it seemed) crush.
“Everything’s fine!” Peter said a little too quickly and he knew it. “It’s got nothing to do with Liz.”
“So it’s the internship?”
“I… I guess. Partially?” Peter said, recoiling. You rolled your eyes, feet hitting the floor as you stood.
“Peter, you can’t lie to me anymore. You’re covered in all these bruises and cuts, it’s terrifying me. I can’t be in the dark just because you’re afraid of what I’ll think! I’m so worried for you,” you admitted, still holding the open bag of gummy worms in your hand. Peter set his bag down, sighing.
“Okay, okay… I… I was keeping it a secret because I don’t want you to ever risk you getting hurt because of me,” he began. You listened expectantly.
“I’m–”
He paused.
The faint sound of his watch beeping frantically sent Peter into a frenzy. He brushed past you, tearing his shirt and pants off in a hurry.
“Wh-What are you doing–…” You trailed off when Peter pulled the familiar suit up his legs. He slapped his chest, the suit suctioning to his body.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said through the mask. The Spider-Man. You were too stunned to respond. “Mr. Stark needs me… I… I’m sorry.”
Your brows furrowed, trying to absorb the situation as he threw his window open and disappeared into the city streets. You could hear the sounds of gunfire from his bedroom as you ran to the window, leaning out to watch him swing around the corner. Hell.
You did the only thing you could think of and called Ned.
“Hey, Y/N, what’s up? Is Pete ok?”
“He’s fucking Spider-Man!” you whisper-yelled, climbing out onto the fire escape outside Peter’s window.
“…I know.” Ned answered. You slammed the window shut and climbed down the ladder, cradling your phone between your ear and your shoulder.
“Excuse me, WHAT? You knew and didn’t tell me!?”
“He didn’t want anyone to know.”
“Why? Why do you know then?” you demanded.
“He came crawling into his room in the suit when I went over a while ago,” Ned replied sheepishly. You let go of the ladder when you got to the bottom, landing on the street below. “Did you just climb out the fire escape?”
“I can’t face May’s questioning! Does she know!?”
“No, she doesn’t know!” Ned exclaimed. You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response. You groaned. “How’d you find out?”
“His stupid beeper thing went off. I’m guessing it’s connected to Mr. Stark’s Life Alert necklace or something, you said, rounding the corner in the direction you saw Peter go.
“Y/N, where are you going?”
“Just waiting outside for the little fucker to come back and explain himself,” you lied.
“Y/N,”Ned warned. “Stay put. He’ll be devastated if you get hurt.”
Ned had a point. You leaned against the brick walls of Peter’s apartment building.
“Fine…” you said softly. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Be safe,” Ned answered before hanging up. You groaned, running your fingers through your hair. You had no idea how long you’d have to wait.
• • • • • • • • • •
“Y/N… you’re still here,” Peter’s detached voice said softly. You looked up from your shoes to see him standing there, still in the suit and all. He took a few steps closer to you and under the harsh streetlights, you saw his suit was torn, he had fresh wounds and a slight limp. He reached out a hand to help you stand regardless of the pain he was definitely in.
“Yeah, well, I’m persistent,” you joked as you got to your feet. Peter didn’t say anything, only watched you shiver against the cold.
“Y/N, why’d you wait out here?”
“I panicked… and the fire escape ladder’s too high up for me to reach…”
“Wanna… wanna come back inside?”
“Pete, why didn’t you tell me? Why weren’t you just honest with me?” you demanded, ignoring his question. Peter shrugged his shoulders, speaking through the mask.
“Wow, this feels surprisingly easier when you can’t see my face–”
“Peter.”
“Okay, okay… I didn’t want to risk you ever, ever getting involved in something I can’t get you out of. I want you to live a normal life, even if that means I disappear from it,” he reasoned. Your heart sank, but you crossed your arms.
“Why? Why does it matter so much? Ned knows.”
“Because… you’re not Ned. Not like he’s more replaceable or anything, but you’re my favorite girl. I want to be the one that makes your day, Y/N. I’m pretty sure that you’re Spidey’s number-one fan and I’m yours,” Peter paused.
You felt a smile creep up on your face as he continued. “I’ve seen you date guys that, yeah, they’ve made your heart melt and they’ve made you happy, but I don’t think that they’re right for you. It’s selfish, but I think you were made for me. You’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. It bothers me a lot that I haven’t been the kind of guy you want, the kind that breaks your heart and makes you cry.” You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything for a moment. You slung his arm over your shoulder and walked him down the empty street, toward the fire escape. You finally spoke.
“You don’t think I was crying out here, worried that you’d get hurt? You don’t think I wanted to cry every time you talked about Liz? God, take this damn thing off,” you groaned, grabbing the mask and pulling it up off of his head. His tousled locks draped over his forehead and you saw a bruise forming over his right eye. You gasped, holding the mask over your lips.
“Peter…”
He shrugged.
“Gotta protect the city, right?”
“God, from what?” Your eyes widened.
“Some guy in a green goblin suit, I guess. The city’s full of crazies,” Peter answered. He grinned slyly. “Hey, wanna do something awesome? It’ll make me feel so cool, and I know you’ve dreamed of a moment like this.”
“Sure, Spidey,” you said. Peter took back the mask, pulling it over his head ‘just in case May had gone to investigate the silence’. He put an arm around your waist and shot a web up toward his windowsill. The two of you were practically catapulted up onto the fire escape.
“Holy hell, that was amazing!” you exclaimed, grinning. Peter’s eyes glinted at your reaction.
“Maybe sometime I can take you around the city.”
Peter climbed into his room, you following slowly. He changed out of the suit as you sat on his bed. He pointed to the nightstand.
“Can you get the first aid kit out of that top drawer?” he asked, pulling on sweatpants and carrying a t-shirt over to sit beside you. You did as you were asked and opened it.
“You don’t have to–”
“Yeah, I do. You won’t be able to reach some of these anyhow,” you interjected, pressing a few gauze pads to a laceration on his arm.
“Have you done this before?”
“Mom’s a registered nurse, remember?”
“Right, my bad,” Peter smiled. You cleaned his smaller wounds with care; it didn’t take long for your Spider-Man to be all patched up. You pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
“You know something?” he began, looking at you affectionately.
“I know some things, yes, but you can educate me if you want.”
“I know it’s really cliche, but I think I’m better when I’m with you. I, like, worry when you’re not around,” Peter admitted.
“I like it when you say things like that,” you replied, leaning close to his face. He rested a hand carefully on your cheek, pressing your foreheads together.
“You’re not afraid to be in my life, knowing what you do now?”
“I never was.”
Then Peter kissed your parted lips feverishly, passionately, with his fingers in your hair. He wasn’t wrong, it was cliche but it was happiness. And it was real.
summary: after strange’s spell, everybody forgot. peter could walk down the street without having cameras shoved into his face, but he could no longer go into that coffeehouse and talk to his friends like he used to. everybody forgot who peter parker was. everybody except for one.
genre: angst, friends to lovers
warnings: spoilers (obviously), angst, sad peter hours, little bit of canon level violence
word count: 5.4k
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The paper in his hand was crumpled, the words on his tongue slurred as his hands sweated from his anxious nerves. His heartbeat thumped erratically in his chest and walking through that open door that greeted his senses to the strong smell of coffee and sweets just about sent him into a spiral.
The girl behind the counter gave him a small, costmary smile, only growing naturally when she saw the person behind Peter and gave them a bigger wave.
Looking over his shoulder he watched as Ned shoved past him, instantly making conversation with MJ as if he wasn’t there.
“Hey Ned,” She gave Peter another small smile as she mouthed in a second, and grabbed Ned’s usual order of the glazed donut, pouring him some coffee she had already made beforehand as they chatted about MIT and other things Peter had missed in the time they, along with the rest of this universe, had forgotten him.
He had to get used to that, Peter reminded himself, he technically no longer existed.
“Hello,” She greeted as she finished talking to Ned, not noticing how Peter’s eyes brimmed with tears, “What can I get you?”
Peter stuttered, just as he always seemed to do around MJ, and looked down at the papers for help, nodding to himself as he muttered encouraging words for himself under his breath.
“I-I’m Peter Parker,” He said slowly, for the first time since that spell was cast and everybody forgot who he was, the words he had practiced a million times before sounding small and insolent.
He wasn’t anybody under that mask. Once he put it on, everybody knew Spiderman. It seemed as though his life was turning backward as even the girl he loved could recognize the masked hero better than him.
But to his shock and surprise, he watched as her eyes widened a bit, the smile dropping as Ned looked up from his seat, his eyes squinting as he tried to get a better look at his face.
Time stopped as MJ instantly whipped her phone out, typing something quickly as she made a quick call, whispering out a quick apology as the person behind the other line refused to pick up.
“D-do you know me? I-it’s me, Peter,” He moved forward, shuffling as hope ignited in his chest, warmth blossoming to the tips of his fingers as he looked from MJ and then to Ned, his lips turning upward into the biggest smile he had ever given somebody, “Peter Parker?” His lungs seemed to stop working as air lodged up in his throat, waiting for her to just say something.
“U-uh no, sorry,” MJ cursed to herself as the line beeped again, the automated voice answering box mocking her as she pocketed the phone, “Sorry about that. What,” She pushed her hair back behind her ears, trying to look as professional as she could as Ned gapped behind her, “What can I get you?”
And just like that, his smile fell, hands to his sides as the paper jeered at him for his stupidity and innocence.
“Oh, um,” His voice fell an octave, hushed as he almost let out a pained sound, “That’s,” He took in a deep breath, trying to sturdy himself back into his factious reality, “That’s o-okay. Can I get a coffee to go, p-please?”
The door behind him swung open, and he once again watched as MJ gave the person behind him one of her real smiles, not the ones she was forced to put on because of her job, but that wasn’t what stopped Peter in his tracks.
He heard a small gasp from behind him, a sound of objects clattering to the floor as he whipped his head around, eyes widening when he saw you.
It had been weeks since you two last talked, since you laughed at his stupid science puns, and it had been an agonizingly long amount of time since he watched carelessly as you ate those stale donuts while MJ and Ned decided different things to write for their college admissions letter.
There were dark eye bags under your eyes, your face no longer the bright and happy one he was so used to seeing, this one much grimmer and saddened as the two of you stared at one another, the silence becoming heavy as you didn’t say anything.
Your mouth opened, fingers touching your hair as you tried to ground yourself, gapping as you took a slow step forward, not caring about your laptop that could have possibly been broken from the fall it took or the way you already chipped phone could have received more damage.
tags: NSFW, breakup angst, sadness, graphic smut, alcohol use, mentions of wounds from a fight, exes, drunk!peter, ex!peter, slight choking
summary: ever since the breakup, peter hasn’t seen you in months. when he drunkenly shows up at your door, the two of you realize that there’s some things that haven’t been addressed.
notes: this fic became longer than i expected so enjoy almost 6k of pining, miscommunication, and smut!!! based off of the song “off the table” by ariana <3
Peter Parker doesn’t believe in the right person at the wrong time. He grew up with the knowledge that if someone was right for his heart, then the timing could never be wrong. Everything would fall in line just how it was destined to be, like it was meant to. If one chapter closed in his life, then another one opened. Yet Peter believed in second chances, especially for those he loved. No matter how unsuitable a person could be for him, he always held onto the silver lining that circumstances could become better — that a person could become better and he wouldn’t have to close a chapter.
Peter isn’t ready to close yours.
But you weren’t just a simple chapter to him. You were an entire novel, interwoven with stories and quotes and unspoken dialogue that would live in the wrinkles of his brain. Your love lingered in the cracks of his lips and the insides of his palms from the nights he couldn’t stop touching you, and the nights you couldn’t stop moaning his name against his own mouth.
summary: after strange’s spell, everybody forgot. peter could walk down the street without having cameras shoved into his face, but he could no longer go into that coffeehouse and talk to his friends like he used to. everybody forgot who peter parker was. everybody except for one.
genre: angst, friends to lovers
warnings: spoilers (obviously), angst, sad peter hours, little bit of canon level violence
The paper in his hand was crumpled, the words on his tongue slurred as his hands sweated from his anxious nerves. His heartbeat thumped erratically in his chest and walking through that open door that greeted his senses to the strong smell of coffee and sweets just about sent him into a spiral.
The girl behind the counter gave him a small, costmary smile, only growing naturally when she saw the person behind Peter and gave them a bigger wave.
Looking over his shoulder he watched as Ned shoved past him, instantly making conversation with MJ as if he wasn’t there.
“Hey Ned,” She gave Peter another small smile as she mouthed in a second, and grabbed Ned’s usual order of the glazed donut, pouring him some coffee she had already made beforehand as they chatted about MIT and other things Peter had missed in the time they, along with the rest of this universe, had forgotten him.
He had to get used to that, Peter reminded himself, he technically no longer existed.
“Hello,” She greeted as she finished talking to Ned, not noticing how Peter’s eyes brimmed with tears, “What can I get you?”
Peter stuttered, just as he always seemed to do around MJ, and looked down at the papers for help, nodding to himself as he muttered encouraging words for himself under his breath.
“I-I’m Peter Parker,” He said slowly, for the first time since that spell was cast and everybody forgot who he was, the words he had practiced a million times before sounding small and insolent.
He wasn’t anybody under that mask. Once he put it on, everybody knew Spiderman. It seemed as though his life was turning backward as even the girl he loved could recognize the masked hero better than him.
But to his shock and surprise, he watched as her eyes widened a bit, the smile dropping as Ned looked up from his seat, his eyes squinting as he tried to get a better look at his face.
Time stopped as MJ instantly whipped her phone out, typing something quickly as she made a quick call, whispering out a quick apology as the person behind the other line refused to pick up.
“D-do you know me? I-it’s me, Peter,” He moved forward, shuffling as hope ignited in his chest, warmth blossoming to the tips of his fingers as he looked from MJ and then to Ned, his lips turning upward into the biggest smile he had ever given somebody, “Peter Parker?” His lungs seemed to stop working as air lodged up in his throat, waiting for her to just say something.
“U-uh no, sorry,” MJ cursed to herself as the line beeped again, the automated voice answering box mocking her as she pocketed the phone, “Sorry about that. What,” She pushed her hair back behind her ears, trying to look as professional as she could as Ned gapped behind her, “What can I get you?”
And just like that, his smile fell, hands to his sides as the paper jeered at him for his stupidity and innocence.
“Oh, um,” His voice fell an octave, hushed as he almost let out a pained sound, “That’s,” He took in a deep breath, trying to sturdy himself back into his factious reality, “That’s o-okay. Can I get a coffee to go, p-please?”
The door behind him swung open, and he once again watched as MJ gave the person behind him one of her real smiles, not the ones she was forced to put on because of her job, but that wasn’t what stopped Peter in his tracks.
He heard a small gasp from behind him, a sound of objects clattering to the floor as he whipped his head around, eyes widening when he saw you.
It had been weeks since you two last talked, since you laughed at his stupid science puns, and it had been an agonizingly long amount of time since he watched carelessly as you ate those stale donuts while MJ and Ned decided different things to write for their college admissions letter.
There were dark eye bags under your eyes, your face no longer the bright and happy one he was so used to seeing, this one much grimmer and saddened as the two of you stared at one another, the silence becoming heavy as you didn’t say anything.
Your mouth opened, fingers touching your hair as you tried to ground yourself, gapping as you took a slow step forward, not caring about your laptop that could have possibly been broken from the fall it took or the way you already chipped phone could have received more damage.
“Peter?”
He decided that he had never heard a more beautiful sound.
No time was spared are you barreled into his chest, arms tightening around him like a python as you shakily whimpered into his neck, your tears falling down like rain droplets, wetting his skin and collar of his shirt as you wept.
You didn’t care if people saw, didn’t care if MJ and Ned stared at you like you just saw a ghost, didn’t care about anything because Peter was here. He was here and alive and holding you as you were the only thing keeping him steady from falling down.
“P-peter,oh god, Peter,” You cried into him, not letting go though he didn’t seem to want to either as your lips wavered, fingers grasping tighter onto the fabric of his back as your chest heaved with wet sobs, “Oh Pete,” That is all you could seem to say as tears moved in like waves and you had no control over them.
For him, it felt like time had stopped as he sensed your familiar scent of warm vanilla, your warm touch now a bit cold but still you as you held him like he mattered. The way you used to do when he was somebody that people loved, when he was the real Peter Parker.
It took you minutes to move away from his body and even then had difficulty as he seemed to refuse to let you go, but you couldn’t not see his face for a second longer, your fingers moving upward as you gripped his cheek in your hands, eyes scanning his face for any cuts or bruises, anything to prove to you why he had been gone for so long without saying anything.
His tears fell down his cheek, splattering on the ground, but the two of you did nothing to wipe either as your hands fell from his face, falling on his chest as you looked at MJ, pointing to him as you waited for her or Ned to say something.
When she gave you a confused shake of her head, asking what was wrong, you felt more tears roll in as you felt the insanity you had been feeling the past few weeks etch its way back into your mind.
You gave him a little push, his feet tumbling back as your lips wobbled in anger, eyes looking at him like he lit the world afire, and you heaved, another sob coming out of your chest as you smacked his arm.
“Where,” You gave his chest another push, but it was weak and he could withstand it, “Were,” Another weak one, your hands folding in on themselves as you crumpled back into his chest, “You?” You seethed those three words out, each quieter than the last, a mix of rage, betrayal, ache, hurt, everything you’d been feeling but didn’t know why seeped out as you hugged him once again.
Peter couldn’t feel anything as he felt your tears on his skin, hands shaking as he scooped you into his arm, his cheek pressed tightly against your head as his thumb moved ever so slowly up and down your back, something he sued to do when you or MJ or May was every feeling sad, something he never thought he’d do again, but here he was.
His mind was reeling, everything was going so fast he could barely breathe, but you were here, you were her and hugging him just like you used to do.
“You know me?”
His voice was barely there, a fleeting whisper as he could barely believe what he was seeing. He heard you give a small, appalled laugh, punching him lightly in the chest as you looked up at him, confused that he’d even ask such a ridiculous question.
“Peter, what the fuck, o-of course,” You lamely tried to wipe at the tears, “Of course, I know you? Y-you’re Peter Parker, right? Or have you changed your name since I last saw you because nobody seems to know who you are! A-and I feel like I’m crazy and insane but you’re here so you have to be real. I-I mean, these past nine years couldn’t have been fake, right? An-” He cut you off, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek as he swooped you back into his arms.
“Was it that electrical guy, d-did he, did he shock you or something? Have you been to the hospital? Why didn’t you tell us, you know we’d come…” You whispered into his chest, defeated as he sniveled something out, almost shocked as he stuttered nonsense to himself.
“Wewouldcome but MJ and Ned seem to have lost their fuckin’ minds because they can’t seem to remember you!” You said, furious now as you looked at the girl and boy behind him.
You snapped out of your trance, struggling to get out of his grasp as you stared the two of them down, shaking in defiant rage as you pointed to him.
“This,” You almost yelled, “This is Peter! Remember? Peter Benjamin Parker? O-or can’t you seem to know your own fucking boyfriend?” Your head tilted to the side in an almost manic way. MJ could barely say anything as she stuttered, looking at Peter and then back to you, “And you,” You moved over to Ned, your finger jammed into his chest as he looked wildly at your face, “Do you not remember Peter? Pete from third grade? Peter with remarkably amazing eyesight? Peter who built the death star with you? That Peter?”
If only you could see the way Peter beamed, at the way his eyes widened and shined so brilliantly, as though you had handed him his world back even if you were just yelling at your friends for no reason.
You remembered him. Everything about him, and he could barely control his childlike glee, the rosy blush that swarmed his cheeks adding some color to his face that had been so pale the past couple of days.
For in the span of those minutes you first saw him till now, Peter deduced that MJ, Ned, Happy, and just about anybody who knew who he was still didn’t know the real Peter Parker.
Everybody except for you.
“U-um, n-no, can’t say I,” Ned looked over at MJ, questioning you and the stranger he had only seen until a few minutes ago, “Can’t say I do?”
You groaned, jamming your palms into your eye sockets as your fists clenched, looking back at MJ to see if anything sparked in her memory, but she just seemed to be apologizing to Peter for your loud outburst.
But Peter could only give her a shaky smile, muttering some things as he pushed past some people to get to you, his hands shaking a bit as he gripped your arms, searching your face to see if you still remembered him.
“Y/n,” Peter had the most gentle hold on your arm, almost terrified that if he touched you you’d disappear, “Can we go outside,” He looked at the small crowd forming, “Please?”
You whipped your head to the sound, your angry look vanishing when Peter gave you a heartbreaking smile, cocking his head to the door as he tried to usher you out.
You couldn’t say anything as you muttered your goodbyes to your friends, letting Peter walk you out because you couldn’t trust your legs, the cold air hitting your face as your teeth clamped down together.
“Pete, come on, you gottatell me what’s going on…” You felt him usher you to an alley, looking behind him to see if anybody was looking, but realizing he no longer had to be conscious about what he said because nobody would look at a boy in an alleyway to find out spiderman’s true identity.
“You know me?” He asked again, fingers carding through your hair as you gave him a slow and timid nod, wondering if you actually were crazy and he was a figment of your imagination this entire time.
“Yes, Pete, I know you. Unless some shit happened in these two weeks-”
“Something did happen,” He quickly said, his hands never leaving your shoulder, “Something bighappened and n-nobody’s supposed to know who I am,” He glanced back at the coffeehouse, “MJ and Ned were supposed to forget me. Youwere supposed to forget me b-but,” He looked back at you as if he could barely believe anything that had just happened, “Y-you know me?” His voice felt so raw, so defeated that despite the millions of questions that swarmed your mind, not one of them mattered as you pulled him into a hug, allowing his tears to fall freely in the expanse of your arms, something he never thought he could do again in such a short amount of time since that spell happened.
“You know me,” He said to himself because he couldn’t believe that somebody still remembered who he was, “You,” He embraced you back so tightly you felt the air in your lungs squeeze out, “Know,” He kissed your forehead as he looked at you, his thumb tracing your cheek to make sure you weren’t just another part of his nightmare, so glad to actually feel skin against his skin, “Me?”
And in that alleyway, with people passing by and the world moving around on its axis, his seemed to stop. Because here, he realized that he wasn’t totally in the dark. That somebody, perhaps one of the most important people in his life, could hug him back as they muttered his name over and over again, a mantra of truth that made Peter Parker somewhat of a person again.
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As the weeks passed, it seemed as though Peter couldn’t let you go, showing you around his shabby apartment as he tried to slyly wipe the tears away from his cheek, giving you a wet chuckle as you noted about the little star wars figures on his desk and that you’d be sure to bring back more.
It was painful to tell Ned and MJ that something came up in your life to explain the outburst you had, and although they quickly forgave you, it didn’t hurt any less when they moved along the topic as if Peter’s name wasn’t important to them.
You guessed it no longer was.
You waited patiently as he’d pace around his room, reading a book on his bed he tried to come up with different solutions as to why you still knew who he was, every detail about his past that even he had been starting to forget, but he could only blame it on a flaw in Strange’s magic that allowed for this to happen.
His apartment was cold and dark, but he never failed to tell you just how restful you made it with all your visits, with the way you baked him your legendary pecan pie and made it the first thing he had in his rundown fridge.
His suit was tucked away in a corner, and he hadn’t touched it much since that night. Crime had been at a low, and even if it wasn’t, he felt rather nauseous whenever he put it on.
He’d tell you all about his plan in getting back together with MJ, to make her fall back in love with him, with how he promised both her and Ned that he’d come back for them, but his childish promise seemed more difficult to pull off seeing that they had moved to Massachusets a couple days ago.
He found a job at the computer store down the street, one of the last of its kind, and glimpsing at how you had been able to secure that Stark internship a couple years ago, Happy seemed intent on letting you stay as your job in New York continued from the comfort of your room. Moreso, Peter’s, seeing how much time you spent there.
“I just,” You looked up from your laptop as Peter slammed the door shut, kicking his shoes off with an annoyed huff, “I fuckin’ hate it. Seein’ MJ with that dick on her socials and Ned watching Return of the Jedi with Flash…” He flopped down on the mattress, his weight pushing you down a bit as you gave his back a comforting rub, your fingers tugging on his hair as he whined quietly again, moving so that he could situate his head on your thighs, looking up at his ceiling as he pressed a small kiss against your pants, trying for a smile as you began typing away.
“’M sorry Peter,” You glanced down at him, giving him an apologetic grin as you rubbed his shoulders, “It fuckin’ sucks, I know,” You patted his cheek as you went to type something, letting out a frustrated groan when your code didn’t work, forgetting what you were going to say to him when your mind got sidetracked.
He sat up, looking over your shoulder as he read what was on the screen, lips pursing together as he tried to make out what you were doing.
“Need some help?” He offered and had you not been running on two hours of sleep and about seven cups of coffee from the past three hours, you would have said no. But you just pushed it towards him, letting your back fall down as you heaved in a sigh of relief after being hunched for so long.
“When was the last time you slept?” He commented on your drowsy state and you murmured some incoherent words as you gripped onto his pillow.
“What?” He glanced at you, worry taking over his features as you moved in and out of sleep.
“About a day ago,” You gave a loud yawn, “Or two,” You tiredly rubbed at your eyes, “Maybe t-three, actually,” You yawned again, this time louder as you stretched.
Peter instantly put the laptop aside, moving so that you could lay fully on the bed, taking your glasses off as he set them on the little table next to him, folding them as you subconsciously snuggled deeper into his fluffy sheets.
“Oh Y/n,” He muttered some things as you yawned again, letting him place his hand behind your back as he lay another pillow underneath your head, “You gotta take more care of yourself, this isn’t healthy,”
Your lips pouted as you stared at him through your lashes, thoughts running behind that head of yours as your brows furrowed with one another.
“I got'chu though,” You murmured tiredly, your hands searching for his as you gave them a weak squeeze, earning a gentle one back in return.
“I know,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he tugged the blanket over your body, “But I’m not always here and you gotta know when to stop, yeah? I don’t have anybody else, so I gotta make sure you’re doin’ fine, okay?” You gave him a slow nod, adjusting your head into the pillow as you gripped onto his hand even tighter than before.
“’M always here,” You muttered slowly, “Nothin’ safer than spiderman’s apartment,” You joked with slurred words, sleep overtaking your features as you nodded off.
“Yeah,” He almost choked as he gave you a tight lipped smile, giving the back of your hand a kiss, “I know,”
Peter gave a small chuckle as he fell on the floor, not letting go of your hand as he used the other one to wipe at his tears.
It felt routine to have his eyes water up at the end of the night. Most of the time, he’d know the reason behind them. Some of them for MJ, for the fact that he was never able to tell her he loved her one last time, for the promises he made in the final minutes he was sure he’d never be able to make. For the fact that he’d most likely never be able to sit down with Ned and just watch a movie and laugh and have nothing else to worry about. Other times they were for May and the fact that her blood still stained his hands, no matter how many times you helped him clean them. On the rare occasion, Happy would plague his thoughts, and even worse was when he heard Tony’s last words, the deaths that lined his conscience whenever he tried to sleep.
But here, it wasn’t for the regret, the pain, the longing he felt regularly.
It was because you held onto him no matter what, that even as you tried to move in your sleep, you held his fingers with all your might. They reminded him that even in the world in which everything lit afire, you were there to put it out. The girl with the large glasses and books overflowing her backpack, the one that painfully waited for him to back after every mission only to watch with tearful eyes as you embraced him once again.
In these hours you reminded Peter that even when everything else he loved had gone to ruin, you never left, even if it wasn’t in your power to decide that, even if the fates above decided who’s string to meddle with more.
You heard a muted sniffle and eyes instantly snapped open, worriedly looking at him as he quickly wiped them away, but you were already shifting so that you sat on the ground next to him, pulling him into your side as you wordlessly hugged him.
Too many nights you’d waken up to get a cup of water only to find him crying silently to himself, so even when he pleaded for you to just pretend that everything was okay and to go back to sleep, you trained yourself in hearing the little sounds he’d make.
“Wanna go sleep?” You gently offered, yawning as you helped him stand up as you led him back to the bed, removing his coat as you folded it and placed it to the side, helping him situate himself on the bed as his cheeks shined in the moonlight that flooded in.
The two of you constantly switched places in taking care of one another, something that was rare before everything happened, but almost felt like clockwork as you began acknowledging that aside from Ned and MJ, who you rarely heard from anymore, Peter was really all you had left.
You went to go to the couch, your usual resting place when you felt him hold your hand, his brown eyes swimming with a mess of emotions as he refused to let go.
“Stay,” He whispered, voice lost to his own mind as he almost beseeched, “Please.”
You had slept in the same bed with him before. There was that one time you refused to sleep on his dirty floor and made him begrudgingly share the right side of his mattress with you, or the one time Ned kept on farting and he made him switch places with you, but never when he was this vulnerable.
But you gave him a slow nod, collapsing in when he scotched aside, letting you find your comfort as you edged into his back, the limited space not big enough to house the two of you in the simplest way, but you made it work.
You didn’t know just how much it eased Peter when you relaxed into his chest, or the way his hand subconsciously found its way across your chest in his sleep and the way you turned around at one point, your breathing hitting each other as the two of you slept as though one.
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After that, sleeping alone just never appealed to you anymore.
If not for his strange warmth, Peter was a comfort you seek out when alone, and being safely tucked away in his arms, however platonic, surely helped ease your thoughts at night that he wasn’t doing anything idiotic.
He had changed dramatically since the boy you once knew.
He was quieter than before, much more reserved. The nights he went away on patrol were terrible because every siren you heard, every time you saw the clock tick past four you wondered if he’d be coming back.
Every time he left he’d promise he’d return, but it might have been your paranoia from before or the fact that you, alongside a handful of other people, actually knew him, and feared he may never come home.
Of course, he never wanted to leave.
Even though you assured him you’d be fine and could do well on your own, he always seemed to contemplate his departure much longer than he used to in his past, glancing at you and at the colorful array of locks at the door.
His apartment was protected, that much you knew. He had learned some things when he spent that awkward night with Bucky and Sam, but they had shown him some ways to make locks safer, and he had shown you how to turn off the safety on the gun he stored away just in case.
He told you to call him if you even got a papercut, and even though you promised you would, you forgot to call him that one time you accidentally cut yourself when making dinner and got an earful when he came back, fretting over your wrapped up finger as you assured him everything was okay.
But he never really went over what to do in case somebody actually broke in, and listening to the loud thudding from behind the door made you wish he had.
You had called 911 and they had told you they’d be here in a quarter to ten, but the clock on your phone was already read 10:05 so you heavily doubted if those sirens were going to come any closer.
You had called Peter multiple times, always going to voicemail, just as you suspected, and with each lock giving way from under the pressure from the people behind the door.
When he got to voicemail once again you let out a small cry, lips trembling as you tried to cover yourself the best you could with the clothes in the closet you laid hidden in.
“Peter,” You let out a yelp when the door finally slammed down and multiple voices could be heard from the outside, “There are people outside and they just came in and I’m in the closet, I-I,” You limited your voice to a whisper as the people on the other side shouted from one another, grumbling angrily to themselves as they realized there wasn’t anything valuable in the small apartment, “I’m scared, I don’t know what to do.” You shakily admitted, the yelling never stopping as they searched through the cabinets and drawers.
“Check in there!” One yelled to the other and you couldn’t do anything as the footsteps got nearer, ending the call as you tied to make yourself as hidden as possible, the door slamming open as one of the men began searching through the clothing, his eye never catching yours as he yelled back to the man behind him, stating that there was nothing here.
You stayed as silent as you could, not even breathing as the man left, going back to flipping the mattress over as they searched for valuables that weren’t there.
You could see through the crack in the door when a flash of red flew by, screams momentary as Spiderman flew in, his masked face looking wildly around, seeing your face peeking out from behind the wide array of the coats as he let out a sigh of relief, not before he gave the two men what he came here to do.
“You touch her?” He snapped, voice lined with fury, something you had never heard before as the two men looked at each other confused.
“Who? We ain’t touch nobody!” The one with the beard yelled, struggling against his webs.
“If my girl has a scratch on her fuckin’ body you gonna tell me who did it?” Peter’s hand flew to the other neck, his grip tightening as he wildly shook his head.
“We didn’t touch anybody! Didn’t even know somebody was here!” He yelled, words slurring together when Peter removed his hand just a bit, assessing your features as you shook your head, silently telling him that you were fine.
It only took a couple of seconds before he had them tied up and thrown away, letting the police do whatever they wanted with them as he came back, shutting the door with his web as he instantly sprinted to where you were, carefully and slowly peeling you out from your hidden corner as he dusted you off, his hands shaking as he looked over your face, almost not believing what was in front of him.
“A-are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you wanna sit down?” His thumb swatted at the dried tear marks, pulling you into his chest as he hugged you as tightly as he could.
“I’m okay, I swear,” Peter let out a relieved sigh, nodding more to himself as he pulled away from you, only to bring you back in when the fear from minutes before settled deep into his bones.
“I got your voicemail and I swear I’ve never run as fast as I did,” he muttered into your hair, “God,” You heard him groan from above you, “Just about felt my heart stop when I didn’t see ya’,” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and you pulled away, giving him a weak chuckle as you tried to wipe away at his tears.
“If I lost you,” He stopped, looking to the side as your hands moved up to touch his jaw, to redirect his focus back onto you, to take the pain away you knew he shouldered so well.
Peter’s hair was messed up from the wind, his cheeks red and tinted with salty tracks, but he had never looked more beautiful than he did now, chocolate eyes finding yours as he felt everything in his stop.
“Y/n, if I lost you I think I’d lose just about everything that mattered to me,” He admitted, his hands never leaving the sides of your face as you whimpered, crying as he kissed the tip of your nose.
“Pete…” You couldn’t finish the sentence as his hands moved down, gently lifting your face up as he placed a kiss to your lips, your breath catching in your throat as Peter kissed away everything you wanted to say.
He stated like tears and blood, but his lips were soft and forgiving. They moved in tandem with yours, greedy and hungry as he lapped away every sort of pain the two of you had felt in these past months.
It didn’t matter that the outside world was slowly catching fire, because here, with Peter kissing you like you were his oxygen and he was a man starved of air, nothing else seemed to matter.
He was rough yet kind, quick as he tried to make sure you were here, that you had been here all along, and you let him move you around, throwing your head back as his lips hungrily moved downward, wet kisses lining your throat as he hungrily marked what was his.
“Peter,” Your hands found purchase in his hair, “Pete, look, I’m okay, I’m okay,” He wanted to almost scoff at the way you thought he was kissing you like his life depended on it just because you were fine.
He moved away, lips bruised, red, and plump as his chest heaved, eyes dark with primal desire as he shook his head, hands gripping your waist with a force strong enough to bruise.
“I know darlin’,” He pressed a chaste kiss to your nose, “I just gotta show you how much you mean to me, can’t wait for a second longer,” And he stuck to his words as he quickly made his way to the bed, laying you down as your hearts intertwined in a peculiar, melancholy yet simple rhythm.
In those months the world forgot Peter Parker, his life was rewritten by somebody who seemed the realize that no matter what sort of power decided to mess with his gloomy, sunken life, you’d always be there.
Peter knew now that love wasn’t what carried you through, or perseverance or the sheer fact alone that you were you and nothing could break the two of you apart, it was that when the world forgot Peter Parker, you could never forget the boy who stole your heart those years ago, the one that made his way into your very mind and refused to leave.
His life would never be the same again, no matter how much he wished it would be. The burden of the world would fall onto his shoulders at the end of the day, a cruel game he’d be tested with at every hour, but he swore that as long as he’d have you, he’d do whatever he could to make this cruel life somewhat sweet again.
Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love. Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back. Peter is college age, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.
Author’s Note: This has honestly been something that I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and finally found the time to sit down and write it. Though still testing the waters, so please let me know. Would most likely try to be a slow burn, like definitely be more than four parts.
Word Count: 2K
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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.
“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”
“Ned, I really don’t want to say this but she did have a red mark, but it wasn’t for me,” he finally caved and explained the one fact he has kept thus far, “I didn’t think she would pull something like this, that’s why she can’t love me…because she loves someone else,” he sighed almost feeling the tally mark was burning his skin.
“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.
“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.
“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.
Peter knew that his friend was really trying to help but he really couldn’t think of leaving his apartment. He really needed to process the whole situation rather than distract himself from it, because he knew when he was alone, he would feel this low again. He looked down at his wrist seeing nothing but black tallies on his wrist, and let out a long sigh.
“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.
“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.
“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…“
“Thanks Ned, don’t think Betty deserves that,” smiling knowing that Ned will always be his ride or die. “Think I’m a sit this one out,” his eyes still focused on his wrist.
“Offer will stands till seven, but if not, I’ll stop by tomorrow with food and can talk about it,” wanting Peter to know that he’ll be there through thick and thin.
“Yea tomorrow would be nice, I’ll text you if anything happens,” affirming that he wasn’t going out tonight, “have a great date Ned.”
“Thanks Pete. Hope to see you soon then,” he said.
Both said their goodbyes, leaving Peter to let out a long groan of frustration. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes hoping to keep the tears in that he kept in the whole day. Another black tally mark etched on his skin, great another failed attempted at love.
It was at times like these that wished he never learned about the tally marks, but it’s something unavoidable. He remembers days in which his Aunt May would sit down and talk to him about the tally marks that would one day appear across his wrist and tried to do her best to explain it.
“Alright Peter, so one when you find someone you really love, you’ll one day see a black tally appear right here,” pointing out her own single red tally on her wrist.
“But yours is red,” child Peter pointing out the obvious.
“I know, but if the person you love, loves you back, then it will turn red. Just like mine, yours can start off black, only depending who falls for who first. I can tell you first hand that mine showed up a month before your Aunt May’s did,” puling Peter’s attention from his aunt to his see his uncle setting down his stuff. Ben walked over to the two ruffling Peter’s hair to distract him from giving May a quick kiss.
“Hey it’s not my fault that you fell in love sooner than I did,” she joked.
“Uh, yea it is, you didn’t make it easy for me,” he smiled, “So what is this tally mark talk about?”
“Just curious,” Peter responded, “besides our teacher was going to go over it soon and wanted a head start.”
Peter smiled his tears gaining a bittersweet taste to them but figured that he may as well let out any tears at this moment. He looked at his wrist, nothing but black tallies and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t hurt him. He really didn’t get the idea of what was so difficult about loving him, but then again, it’s not like he can force someone to love him. But still he just felt like a below the belt when he saw his now ex-girlfriend, if she even considered herself that, sport a red tally that clearly wasn’t his. Peter let out a loud sigh, thinking it was just to just scour his social media and start to unfollow her but couldn’t force himself to delete old pictures of themselves.
Just a few moments later and Peter heard a large crash outside his door. Peter quickly got up and walked over to the door hearing already someone cussing from the other end.
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You didn’t know whether to be mad at the carpet lining the floor or yourself for thinking it was a good idea to carry more than you actually could because you really took a dive just now. You were glad that the boxes you decided to carry were filled with things that wouldn’t break, but you couldn’t help the burn on your cheeks from embarrassment and hope that no one saw your fall.
You started to stack a few things to try to somewhat organize things, and decided now was a good time as any to open your door. You decided to take a few things with you hoping to prevent anyone from seeing your mishap. By the time you went back to your stuff, someone was already organizing your fallen mess.
“Hey, sorry about the mess in front of your door, just give me a couple minutes and it’ll be totally clear,” walking over to said mess.
“it’s no worry at all,” seeing the stranger get up and face you.
Your heart jumped to your chest seeing the face that although you have forgotten about over time, you could never truly forget. “Peter?” knowing full well that there was no doubt about it.
“uh do I know you?” his face really confused because he really couldn’t place your face to a name.
“It’s been a while, but remember me from middle school,” trying not to act like you weren’t even more embarrassed then just a moment before.
You could visually see his mind thinking back to middle school, and finally put the pieces together, “(Y/N)! Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t remember, trust me have a few things on my mind,” and although you haven’t seen peter in years, you figured he still was the same bashful boy you hadn’t seen in years.
“no worries, I mean what are the odds, that your old middle school friend moves down the hall much less spill most of her stuff in front of your door,” trying not to make anything more uncomfortable.
“yea guess so,” already sensing things slowly ease, “So you took over the empty loft, I think I heard about someone filling that room,” quickly picking up a few boxes, “ how about I help you out.”
Judging by him carrying boxes you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, “sure guess we can catch up, plus definitely need the extra set of hands,” you said.
You didn’t know what it was about Peter but he really had a way to become instant friends with just about anyone that he met. You really were glad that he still was the same as the Peter you left behind at the end of middle school. It was almost easy being with Peter that it almost made it seem like you guys hadn’t seen each other in years but can already tell that moving in here was a great choice. You found out that he was still friends with Ned and kept in touch with Michelle, which he was already mentioning that he couldn’t wait to tell the others. you really were glad that he already wanted to plan things out with you.
You would be lying to yourself if you couldn’t deny that although you could recognize Peter, he really had matured into someone very attractive, especially by your standards. The once round cheeks chiseled out into strong edges, small chucky arms and hands became defined and strong by the easiness that he carried large boxes. however, some traits didn’t change at all, his doe brown eyes still had the same glee and his smile still captured the room, at least it did in your opinion. But now with this stance and physique, he really could capture the room.
“So, you moving in all by yourself?” Peter asked bringing in heavier objects. You
“ Yea, just me though if its gets too pricey may ask one of my friends to move in with me,” you replied already seeing that more than half of your stuff was already moved in thanks to Peter’s help, “pretty sure she will like the space as well.”
You looked over at Peter seeing that he was staring at his phone, his default cheery attitude replaced by a saddened look.
“Peter, you alright buddy?”.
“Uh yea, just some,” not knowing the right words to say, or better yet not know the right words that didn’t make him want to cry again.
“Girl trouble,” you finished, doubting someone like him couldn’t be with anyone or have someone he’s interest in.
“Um, something like that,” figured that he didn’t know how to phrase it.
“You don’t have to talk about it, I mean we technically just met,” not wanting to push his limits, because you figured that he would tell you just to be nice.
“It’s not that, I just don’t want one of our few first conversations to be about how my girlfriend got a red tally,” the words sounding so sour, “my bad I think I don’t think she was my girlfriend to begin with.”
“Red tally, then isn’t that a good thing?” not really understanding the problem.
“Yeah her and whoever she’s interested in, but definitely not for me,” lifting the side of his wrist and showing his black tallies., “just figured she’d be the first you know,” he said melancholy as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey her loss and their loss too, because I can already tell you that you have already been one of my better random male encounters in a while,” trying to cheer him up, though you figured you were failing at it.
Peter let out a small chuckle, “very funny but think I’m going to head out. Ned’s meeting me tomorrow for food, you’re more than welcomed to come,” he said trying to switch to lighter topics, “I’ll knock, see if you’re free ok”
“yea, sounds like a plan and really thanks for the help couldn’t do it without you.”
Peter said a small goodbye and walked out leaving you to finally press your hand against your chest. Your heart was racing, you knew that of course spending time with someone attractive like Peter was going to make you react but it was more. You knew that although you were glad to have met up with peter, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea in the long run. You finally decided to look down on your wrist, your eyes locking on your first tally mark. Your fingers traced over the black tally, knowing full well that the person who this tally represents is none other than your new neighbor, Peter Parker.
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End Author’s Note: So that was part 1, please let me know how it is. Still in debate if i should include peter being Spiderman, that is the other main opinion I would want, since I am really on the fence. Once again this is planned out to be a somewhat slowburn.
Peter. The simple two syllable name that belonged to person that made your arm tingle and spark like no other, the name of your soulmate. It felt nice to finally put a name to the person that your tattoo sleeve was based on. But you strongly wised that you could meet the face of your soulmate, but when he was Spiderman you can partly understand why he didn’t want to.
You still couldn’t believe that you had met Spiderman, and to top it off…he was also your soulmate. The only way you could even believe that last night truly happened, was the small peony and gardenia that showed up on your wrist.
You mindlessly traced over the small tattoo, still remembering the tingles that you felt by just being near Peter. Your soulmate’s interest was inked across your skin, science and Spiderman was his, but now seeing these small flowers made your heart race. You wanted to believe that it meant that Peter had gained an affinity for flowers, like you, but you deep down these small flowers were meant for you.
That thought alone, made your face heat up and heart race like as if you had ran a marathon. All day at school you wanted to find your soulmate, but you needed to respect Peter’s choices, you knew that the reason that he kept himself away was because of his secret identity, but that still didn’t shake your temptation to finally meet your soulmate, not when he was so close to you.
You were lying on your bed still trying to process everything. When you heard a small pat against your window, you thought nothing against it, thinking it was just the typical Queens prank, but when the small sound repeated itself, you finally turned, greeted by a beautiful bouquet that was set in your fire escape.
A bouquet of red and blue peonies, with beautiful gardenias and forget me nots. It was beautiful arrangement. You went to your window, opening it to pull in the bouquet, already getting the scent of freshly picked flowers. A soft expression grew on your face, as you realized who sent these flowers. You let out a small giggle, failing at hiding your smile.
Your arm started to shoot small tingles, feeling the tattoos spark to life, letting you know that Peter was close. You looked up seeing none other than the familiar white visors of Spiderman, startling you taking a step back, causing you to lose your balance in the process.
You were already expecting feeling your bum to hit the floor; however the only thing you felt was a warm hand encase your wrist as he pulled you back, letting you regain your balance. You were face to face, or rather face to chin with Spiderman as he was hanging upside down from the stairs of the fire escape. Spidey let out a soft chuckle.
“glad you found this amusing,” as a small huff left your lips, you tried to look annoyed at him, but you knew that you were failing since it only made him laugh a bit more.
“Hey is that anyway to thank the person that just saved you from your fall?” his face leaning closer to yours, but you weren’t going to back out, not wanting to see how much of an effect he had on you.
“Thanks by the way,” smiling up at Peter, holding the bouquet closer to your chest.
Peter almost promised himself to get you a bouquet daily if it meant that you would look this beautiful and pure every single time. He shook his head trying to remove the thought the head, because right now he was Spiderman not the easily flustered and shy Peter Parker.
“Your welcome, I mean I couldn’t let my soulmate fall,” the term sounding so foreign from his lips, still not believing that he was able to talk to you.
Soulmate. That word made your insides fill with what felt like butterflies, making you further hide into the flowers, wanting to hide how flustered he was making you. You looked at anywhere but him, memorizing the various hues the petals, trying to calm yourself by looking at the thing that never fails to center you, but it wasn’t working when you remembered that it was Peter that gave these flowers to you.
“I meant thank you for the flowers,” you whispered for gaze still on the flowers, because you knew that if you looked up at him, may not have been able to speak without stuttering.
You heard the thud against the stairs, the sparks going crazy on your arm. His gloved hand traced up your tattoos, the skin underneath feeling like fire, but you couldn’t push him away, in fact you craved to feel his bare fingers against your skin. His fingers traced down your arm, landing on the new flower tattoos that appeared, the sparks now running through your whole body.
“This one is new,” bringing your hand up to further inspect it, “I don’t remember seeing this one the other night.” The white eye visors zoning in on the tattoo.
“Because it wasn’t,” you whispered, almost thinking that maybe he hadn’t heard it.
Your breathing became more shallow and quicker, everything about Peter becoming overwhelming. You didn’t think someone that literally came into your life just the other day, could make your heart feel like this. You could honestly admit that there was something that drew you to him, but you weren’t sure if this natural connection you felt with him was because you knew that he was your soulmate or the reason it felt so natural to see yourself with him is what made him your soulmate to begin with.
His gloved hand, lifted your head, letting him fully see the aftermath of his presence, “I woke up with spider webs and a small spider on mine,” he whispered. You touched his arm wondering what his arm looked like; wanting to see the tattoos underneath, but the need to see his face was greater.
“I bet they look beautiful,” you whispered.
“They are, I mean, only makes sense, since they take after you.”
This time it was Peter that looked away, not sure where he got the courage to say that out loud, but he was telling the truth. He knew that he was taking too long, he only really meant to drop off the flowers and leave, but he couldn’t pull away from you, not when you were as entrancing as hidden forests and meadows that you hear in fairytales. This made sense because he felt that should he ever be with you it would be like a fairytale come true.
He really wanted to meet you as Peter Parker, then he could keep his Spiderman secret from you, but things were not in his favor. when you had met his alter ego first. That would be a regret he would have to carry, because it was his fault for not doing something sooner and purposely avoiding you at school.
“Do you have time to talk?”
Your face quickly shot up, not expecting him to actually stay longer than just a few moments. You nodded, taking any chance to be with him longer.
“But do you mind if we talk on the roof?” knowing that it was a safer, since you went sure if the walls would be able to hide his voice.
“I’ll meet you up there,” already swinging up to the roof to talk to you.
You quickly changed into something warmer and told your parents that you were going to tend to your garden, knowing you wouldn’t get questioned over it. You ran up the stair and through the door, your lungs and thighs burning, to spot peter sitting against the ledge, much like the previous night.
You slowly approached; wanting to calm down your racing heart, that you knew wasn’t from running up the stairs. Taking a deep breath you sat next to him, not sure what to do next.
“Did you put the flowers in vase?”
“Yea, they are really pretty Peter,” playing with your hands, trying to keep them from touching him again, “but why did you get them?
“I wanted to apologize,” eying that Peter hands were fidgeting with his web shooters.
You turned to look at him, a puzzled look on your face as you tried to think of what he could possibly be apologizing for, “you don’t have to apologize for your small patch up the other night,” it was the only thing came to mind.
“That’s not what I’m apologizing for,” his voice soft, showing how vulnerable he really felt.
“Then what are you apologizing for?” turning your body to face his.
Peter balled his fist, unsure of what do to next. You wanted to ask so much, but right now you needed him to break the silence. You placed your hand on his fist that immediately loosened and relaxed. His hand slowly turned, letting your fingers slip between his, the sparks now lighting up your whole body by just his simple touch. The bustling sound of the lively city muted around you, everything focusing on this moment and him. You intertwined your hands, expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t, instead he gave your hand a light squeeze.
“I’m apologizing for everything, for never talking to you as Peter, for avoiding you at school, for not being able to give you the relationship you want. I’m apologizing for everything that comes with me being your soulmate,” his hand squeezing yours needing something to anchor himself. He was hurting because he knew that despite wanting to be there for you, this was as close as he could allow himself to be, and he yearned to be closer.
“Peter I told you, you don’t need to apologize,” resting your forehead on his shoulder, instinctively placing a small kiss on his suit.
“No you don’t get it. I had many chances to talk to you, to get to know you as Peter, but I never did. And now…I can’t,” his voice cracking in between words.
Peter’s arms brought you on his lap, pulling you into a hug. Your world becoming scented with shampoo and a hint of sweat, memorizing the scent that belonged to Peter, you just wanted to burn every detail about him into memory. You hugged him back, making him feel even smaller in your arms, and even more vulnerable than ever, hinting you that he was one that rarely showed his true emotions. One of his hands lifted the bottom portion of his mask, letting him press a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m not mad at you Peter, I can’t get mad at you because given your situation right now, I would probably do the same thing,” nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, seeing stands of curly brown hair, that you couldn’t help but toy with. “But can I ask you something Peter?”
He nodded, his hold on you not loosen, wanting to hold you as close as he could, because right now you were what was keeping him from breaking down even more.
“Why did you never approach me at school, especially if you knew I was your soulmate? Did you not want me with you?” your hand clutching his suit, making Peter feel even more because you felt hurt, and he was the reason for it.
“I did, I still do. I wanted to talk to you so many times, but I didn’t think you would’ve liked me?” He admitted, biting down his lips to keep himself from saying anything else.
It was getting harder to breathe, and it wasn’t because of his hold on you, but rather by how overwhelming his raw emotions felt. You could feel how exposed he was, his heart was on his sleeve letting you peak at the person that resided within the suit and you knew there was still so much more he was hiding.
“Peter, why would you think that? We’re soulmates for a reason,” you whispered as your fingertips brushed against his exposed skin of his neck, making Peter’s own heart beat faster.
“Because I’m not cool or important like Spiderman. I’m a nobody; I’m a nerd that gets made fun and bullied constantly, I only have two friends, and constantly outlasted, I’m not like you (Y/N), I’m not popular or well liked, I’m just nothing. I didn’t want you to know that your soulmate was a loser or worse, that you wouldn’t want me because you deserve so much better,” his voice slightly chocking at the last part, and trying so hard to keep his lips from quivering.
Your heart was breaking, this was too much raw emotion for you to handle. You cupped his face, before leaning to press a kiss against his soft cheek. Your single kiss became kisses, feathering his face with small kisses. You felt the underneath tense up as his jaw tightening, almost to keep himself from tearing up.
“Count your blessings, not your flaws,” each word punctuated with a small chaste kiss before pulling away, “I told you, you are deserving of a soulmate. And no matter what you say, I could never be ashamed of you or anything, even if you weren’t Spiderman,” you forehead pressing against his. “Did you really think I would reject you Peter?”
“No, but I couldn’t help but think about it over and over. You deserve so much more (Y/N),” he whispered, his hands covering yours, pulling down to press a kiss in the center of your palm.
“I wish you could see how wrong you are, because when it comes to the two of us, I think it’s me that got lucky, not you,” your thumbs caressing his face, toying with the edge of his mask.
You weren’t sure how long you two stayed like that, it could have been minutes or hours because time didn’t seem to matter, not when you were in his arms. Being either Peter felt as easy as breathing, it didn’t require any thinking; it didn’t require effort, it just felt natural. You thought it was ridiculous when you heard stories when soulmates meeting and instantly falling in love, but right now, it didn’t seem so ridiculous. Your heart never once slowed down since it was in his presence, the butterflies you felt never stopped, and in fact they felt that they were more alive than ever.
“Peter, can I please know who you are, can I see the person underneath the mask?”
so yea this is part 2, really hope it wasnt that bad. so yea, really know what you all think. i honestly didnt think that people would have liked it as much as they did. i was honestly expecting a few notes but i saw that it finally hit the 1k mark i was like ‘woah’, so thanks it really helped me push through. hope to have part 3 up by the end of the week but not for certain. also sorry for any grammar mistakes
Request: Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)
word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)
“You sure you’re not in any pain Peter? I can always go get the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.
“No, I’m fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn’t even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.
“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.
Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down. You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would take x rays and apply his cast.
“Are you sure you don’t want Aunt May in here instead?” your hand interlacing with his.
“No, don’t think she would be able to handle this,” trying his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.
Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a better choice, because he couldn’t he wasn’t sure he could trust himself once the anesthesia kicks in. He’s seen the videos of people admitting some personal secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.
You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade, somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything about you just sent his body on overdrive.
“Thanks (y/n),” you don’t know how much you mean to me. That’s what he wanted to admit but he doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the process.
“I’d do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.
It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what’s worse is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.
“(y/n), there’s something that I should tell you…,” feeling like this was the best moment to tell you.
You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.
“I-”
“Peter Parker we are ready for you downstairs,” the nurse knocked as she let herself in.
Peter quickly shut his mouth, already feeling his face heat up with embarrassment and anxiety that made him squeeze your hand, as his jaw becoming stiff. You cupped his hand, pulling him from overworking mind, his chocolate eyes locked with yours, seeing that they were starting to relax, his breath starting to become more even.
“You’re going to be fine Peter, I’ll be here the whole way,” giving him the smile that never fails to make him weak.
Peter bites his lip feeling slightly better; he squeezes your hand offering his own smile in return before turning to the nurse, “is it ok if she comes with me?”
The nurse smiled, “yes, as long as she follows instructions, your aunt is still going to be waiting outside, so if you need to, you can also step outside,” referring that last part towards you.
“Thank you,” both yours and Peter’s mood lifting.
“So I’m just here to give Peter his administration of a general anesthesia before the we take him that way it starts taking affect when they start with everything downstairs,” as she went with the medication administration process and possible side effects.
You followed them as they took him to a new room, starting to see the medication take effect as he started to relax, a soft smile forming, as the medic team worked around him.
“Is this supposed to happen?” not knowing what to expect.
“yes, we gave him something a bit strong, since they may have to realign his broken arm a few times till they get it right,” the doctor explained, “however we are going to ask to step outside while we take the x rays alright?” as they started the first set of x rays.
You nodded, easily being able to remove your hand from his holds, but didn’t notice the way his hand followed yours, Peter not wanting to be away from you.
A few moments later you were called back in after the x-rays were done. The moment you walked in Peter’s eyes looked glazed over, a goofy smile on his face. However you were more distracted by the white plaster that was being mixed, while the nurse was starting to stabilize his arm.
“Hey Peter,” sitting on the bedside chair, as they explained that they were able to align his arm perfectly in the first try.
“Doctor have you met my girlfriend?” his voice slightly slurred but still had the typical enthusiasm that you have grown to love.
Girlfriend?You were sure that he’s never mentioned a girlfriend before to you before. You seriously thought about texting Ned to ask him if Peter was keeping secrets from you, especially when Ned knew your feelings toward Peter.
“No I don’t think I have Peter?” he smiled as he starting applying the cast, while the nurse kept his arm stable.
“Well she’s right here, isn’t she beautiful. Most beautiful girl in all Middletown…all Queens,” his smile lighting up the whole room as he looked over at you, “and she’s mine!” dragging out that last part in almost a sing song way.
Your face instantly heated up, eyes wide that you were pretty sure that you looked like a deer in front of a headlight look. You his girlfriend? You beautiful?
“Peter I’m not your girlfriend,” your face feeling like it was burning up, not being able to look Peter in the eye, but couldn’t help but hold his hand.
“Are you sure we aren’t dating?” his eyes now focused on your hands, “I mean we hold hands all the time, you sleep over at my home, you braid my hair! I think we’re dating.”
“No you’ve never asked me out,” trying to keep your composure.
“Ok, (Y/N) will you go out with me?!” his voice getting louder with each word, “I promise to make you so happy, you won’t regret it!”
“I don’t think so Peter,” your heart now hammering against your chest, even though you’ve imagined him saying those words countless times, nothing could really prepare you to actually hear them, even if he wasn’t fully himself.
“But why not?” his face reminding you of a child who was refused his favorite toy, “I love you (Y/N), don’t you love me?” his voice coming out low.
You could hear the soft chuckles of the med staff, finding this moment amusing, not helping with the embarrassment that you were feeling, “Peter, pretty sure putting her in the spot isn’t going to win her love,” his nurse stated.
“But you don’t get it, I love her sooooo much! She is so beautiful, and kind, and amazing. When she holds my hand, I never want to let go, and she’s so beautiful. I sometimes imagine calling her (Y/N) Parker, but that’s not till after we graduate college,” his words coming at high speeds that you almost wondered if you heard everything correctly. “And when she’s in my room, she may not know it but I take pictures of her all the time. And when she smiles it’s just wow, her laugh is just whoa, (Y/N) is just something else. ”
Your face felt like it was on fire but try as you couldn’t help but smile at what Peter was saying to you. You knew that Peter may not mean the things that he was currently saying, but still it was nice to hear them. You couldn’t help to wish that he really meant it.
“Hey (Y/N),” his hand shaking yours, you looked over at Peter hoping that he wouldn’t notice how flustered he was making you, “I love you soooo much! I would make you so happy if you gave me a chance.”
You smiled because you knew that he was saying the truth. One of the reasons that you fell so hard for Peter was because he was everything you wanted in someone: patient, kind, understanding, and so many qualities that you weren’t even sure that you could list off. Falling in love with Peter was as easy as breathing, and right now, this felt even easier than that.
“I know you would,” softly smiling at Peter, seeing the pink tint to Peter’s face glad that you weren’t the only one feeling flustered, “but we aren’t dating right now.”
“Well we can change that (Y/N), just date me” his voice getting louder with each passing word, “make me the happiest guy in all new York (Y/N)!”
You sighed, “Ok Peter I’ll date you,” knowing that there was no harm in playing along, it’s not like he would remember this later, right?
Instantly his eyes lit up, a large grin forming on his face, “she said yes! Doctor she said yes, I’m dating (Y/N)! My dream came true,” the doctor wrapping his cast in red and blue, as he cheered on and so did the nurses, “see even they are happy for us!”
Your heart was hammering against your chest, at the way he felt so happy on asking you out. The last thing that you expected was for him to bring your intertwined hands and kiss the back of your hand, “I love you so much (Y/N)!” you couldn’t help but smile at him, “gosh I love your smile so much, I wish I could take a picture of it right now.”
You were lost for words, how do you even respond to that. You weren’t sure if the right thing to do was to play along, or correct him.
“So we are going to keep him here for a while longer, till the effects wear off a bit,” the doctor explained, “I’m just going to step outside and explain the care and follow up appointment to his aunt,” as he stepped outside to find aunt may.
“Babe?” bringing back your attention to Peter, “do you not love me?”
“Peter, of course I do!” not wanting to see him upset like earlier, “why wouldn’t I love you?”
“Then why don’t you say it? Did I do something wrong?”
You really were stuck. Of course you loved Peter, but you honestly meant your feelings, unlike Peter, because for all you knew this could be a somewhat delusion from what they administered to him. However this could be the only time that you could freely admit your feelings to him, without any consequences of ruining your friendship.
“No Peter, I truly am in love with you, have been for a while. But I don’t think you are going to remember this when your back to normal, but yes I love you dearly,” you leaned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t you ever doubt that.”
“I wouldn’t I remember my dream girl saying she loves me,” he said with a saddened face.
“I love you so much Peter, but you aren’t going to remember this later,” you explained.
“Can I see your phone?” his demeanor constantly changing.
You were surprised, just a moment ago he was a sad small child now; you could literally see the small gears in his mind working. He had a plan and you weren’t sure what he could be thinking in his state of mind. “Yea,” pulling out from your back pocket and unlocking it for Peter.
He let go of your hand to hold the phone, as a small smirk formed on his face, “are you sure we weren’t dating before this?” tilting the phone in your direction to let you see a picture of Peter of your and Peter showing eating a giant slice of New York style pizza. You were embarrassed, that you instinctively went to reach for your phone, but even in this state, his reflexes were better than yours. “Hey I’m not done yet,” he said as he started scrolling through your phone, and opening the camera app.
You were a bit confused, if he wanted to take a selfie, he could have told you and you could have taken it instead. However Peter switched from camera to record, seeing the small red circle at the corner as the timer started.
“Is this thing recording?” his eyes squinting, and instantly opening wide when he realized that he was, “ok future Peter, or present Peter? I honestly don’t know which one you will be, but that’s beside the point. So I am here to tell you that you need to man up and ask (Y/N) out, I mean just look at her,” switching the camera to you, making you instantly cover up your face, “I mean she just said that she loves us, well me…us? I’m getting sidetracked, but yes ask her out! She’s prefect, also I mentioned the photo album we have of her, so make sure you deny it exists! Also she gave me a kiss, take that future Peter!” his mood changing as fast as he was talking.
You let out a laugh, he really was something else, “see even her laugh is beautiful, you have to promise me that you will do anything possible to make her laugh,” his eyes meeting yours, “seriously Peter we need to make her ours! Also we need more pictures of her smiling,” failing to whisper that last part to himself, “(Y/N) if you are watching this with future me, I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH! I would blow you a kiss with my other hand, but it’s sort of broken?” but still attempted to give the camera a kiss, “and if Peter says that he was lying about our feelings for you, he is lying. Bad Peter! You should see our notebooks, your name is written all along the margins, it’s embarrassing if you ever see them, but you won’t, so it doesn’t matter,” earning him another of your laughs, “I’m sorry future me, I wasn’t supposed to tell her”
You laughed even more, “Ok (Y/N) you have to promise me that you will forget that last part?”
“Forget what?” Already playing along to his request.
“Forget that I write your name all over my notebooks and have photos of you everywhere,” he said with a warm smile.
You nodded and leaned in to press a kiss on Peter’s forehead, making sure to comb through his chocolate curls, bringing back Peter’s bright smile on his face, almost reminding you of a puppy.
“Take that future me! She kissed me! Twice!” as he pointed at the camera at himself, knowing that he was going to be so red in the face when he sees the video later.
“I could kiss future Peter too,” wondering what sort of reaction you would get.
“No! I mean yes, no! Is it possible to be jealous of myself? Because I feel jealous,” he said, forgetting that he was recording, “but you will kiss me later again right?”
“Only if you ask me out Peter!”
“But I asked you out just a few minutes ago,” momentarily dropping the phone, “you’re my girlfriend, and I am the luckiest boyfriend in all of Queens! Plus that’s the point of this video, show it to me when I’m ‘normal’, even though I feel completely fine right now,” as he reached for your hand. “Promise me you’ll show me the video, maybe then I’ll find the courage to ask you out,” he stated.
“You really do love me Peter?” part of you still doubting him.
“Of course I do! I love you so much (Y/N), I love you! I love you, and if my arm wasn’t like this, I would pull you and kiss you soooo much!”
“You’re going to be so embarrassed when I show this to you later,” you said reaching for your phone to end his recording.
“No I won’t! I still can’t believe you doubt my love!” reaching for your hand.
“Well see later, lover boy.” Kissing his head once more.
“Take that future Peter! Also…sign my cast! Can’t wait till I ask you out again later!”
so yea second peter work done. hopefully the person that requested this liked how it turned out, no way of knowing since it was an anon. also for those asking i will continue Inked,however with the way I’ve planned it dont think its going to be so happy. really just trying to get the hang of his character, hopefully i’m doing him justice
soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another
word count: 2,273
A/N this is honestly written for @parkerbpete, since she inspires me to write so much, like i love her work and ugh, she is my writing senpai. i love her and yea, hope you all like
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Ink stained across your arm forming an intricate sleeve, a tattoo filled with things your soulmate was interested in, that would fluctuate from time to time. You remember that before it was filled with electron diagrams, pi and other math symbols, chemical structural formulas, and things you couldn’t recognize, all coming together to form a science themed tattoo sleeve, but now all that changed. Some tattoos fading to make space for your soulmate’s newest interests, which mainly consisted of the newest superhero to join the scene, Spiderman. Spidey’s logo was now on your bicep, a small avenger’s logo on the base of your wrist, a crest that matched the iron man suit, and spider webs lacing the new tattoos with the old. But the one thing that never changed was the writing that surrounded your wrist that was written in their writing, “always be yourself”
You had the vague idea that your soulmate attended Middletown with you, since the only time the writing on your wrist seemed to tingle, was walking down the corridors of school. But you always thought against finding them, having the idea that they were better off without you. Plus after spending hours staring at your tattoos, you felt that you two would have nothing in common. You may have been smart enough to attend Middletown; however your interests were more inclined to herbs and plants, not science.
So you made the decision to not look for your soulmate, because if they didn’t bother looking for you, then it only proves they didn’t need you in their life. So you would just continue walking down the halls, knowing that someone at school could also feel the tingling sensation on their arm.
You were gathering your supplies to tend your rooftop garden before you headed to sleep, however the last thing that you expected was to see Spiderman on your rooftop. The red and blue hero was resting against the brink ledge, as he clutched his arm, seeing a few gashes on the suit.
“Spiderman are you ok?” setting down your supplies.
A groan escaped his lips, his body trying to become alert, but couldn’t with how tired he felt. He shook his head, “no, but I’ll be fine in a bit” trying to sound heroic but failing in the process.
You quickly went over to the small first aid kit, knowing that although it wasn’t built for serious injuries, there were still supplies for simple cuts and injuries from when you would nick yourself while tending your garden, “I seriously doubt that.”
As you approached Spiderman, small tingles ran up your arm, as the writing on your wrist started to feel warmer with each passing step. Your heart sped up knowing the reason why your arm was tingling, but right now his injuries mattered more than asking him if he was your soulmate. You gently set your supplies down, being mindful of where he was hurting and ignoring his intense gaze. Your hands were slightly trembling, anxious of being so close to him that you started to question if you could do this. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were near Spiderman or near your soulmate. Your licked your lips and emptying your thoughts, reaching out for his right arm, and the moment you touched it, you felt the warm spark run across your arm, confirming the small doubts in your mind, this really was your soulmate.
You didn’t do anything to call attention to it, and focused on the gashes on his suit, seeing the scarlet liquid staining not only the suit but the pale skin underneath. You reached for gauze and peroxide, “this may sting a bit,” the bottle still trembling in your hand, reminding yourself to keep calm.
You looked up at Spidey, wanting some sort of confirmation that he was ok with this. He nodded, and you started to pour the liquid over his wound. A hiss escaped his lips, as the water met the raw skin. You gently started to pat the area dry, making sure that the wound was clean before you moved on to the next. Your whole right arm never stopped sending the small sparks, that you wondered how he could keep his composure, when you were almost a nervous wreck. You looked up at him, meeting the visors that covered his eyes, but it didn’t lessen the speed of your heart or the warmth that was spreading across your face.
“That’s a nice sleeve,” his voice finally filling the silence that surrounded both of you.
“Thanks…it’s based on my soulmate,” your voice coming out as a whisper.
His gloved hand traced over the writing, before he started to travel up the rest of the sleeve, making your heart go into overdrive and your skin so sensitive to his touch, making you bite down on your lower lip, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. “I know,” his voice no longer sounding hurt, “my arm is filled with flowers,” his hand now tracing over one spider webs.
You continued cleaning; doing everything you could to not be distracted by his touch, though that was easier said than done. You slightly leaned forward, “(Y/N),” you whispered, your fingers lingering on his skin, seeing ink that you assumed to be a flower petal. You tried desperately to distract yourself from the gentle touch he was giving.
“(Y/N),” the simple word, coming out almost as soft as flower petals that you weren’t ready for, “you feel it too right?” you nodded, exactly knowing what he was referring to. “Never thought I would meet my soulmate like this,” an empty laugh escaping his lips.
“I never thought my soulmate would be Spiderman,” you said in return, not noticing the way your hand instinctively sought out his, and not flinching away when he slowly interlaced his hand with yours.
His thumb rubbed circles around yours, feeling a slight tremble in his hand as well. A small smile formed on your lips, glad that you weren’t the only one that was nervous.
“I’m sorry for being your soulmate,” his voice losing his typical ‘hero’ tone, but in its place was a saddened beaten voice, instantly making your smile disappear.
“Hey,” your free hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. Spidey leaned into your touch, making your heart melt more than it already was, “don’t count your flaws, everyone is deserving of a soulmate. Especially you, for all the trouble you go through to keep everyone safe,” squeezing his hand as you leaned in to him, wanting to do anything to help but not knowing where to start.
Spidey’s forehead pressed against yours. You were met with the white and black eye visors that you felt that if you stared hard enough, you could start to see something that resembled eyes hidden underneath. Everything seemed to blur around you, nothing else really mattered besides him right now, almost as if time stopped around you. You almost had to remind yourself to breathe, something about him hypnotizing you, to not pull away. You willingly let yourself get caught in his webs. Spidey leaned in, making you worry that he may be able to hear your how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.
“Thank you, I really couldn’t have asked for a kinder soulmate,” his hand still toying with yours.
Your face was aflame, and try as you might you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, that they only thing you could do to hide your smile was to cover it with your hand. He started to stand, instantly sending you to your feet, remembering that you were actually hear to help his wounds. You aided him up, wanting to make sure that he was ok to even be walking.
“You’re going to be ok right?” just wanting some reassurance.
“Yea, I’ll be fine (Y/N),” still not used to hearing your name coming from him, “what’s your favorite flower?”, momentarily confusing you, not expecting such a random question. .
“Gardenia and peonies,” looking around as they were your most abundant flowers in your collection. You quickly went to pick a red peony; you reached for his hand and placed the small flower in his larger hand. Spidey looked down at the flower, holding it as if it was precious glass, not wanting any harm to come to the small flower.
“They’re beautiful,” he answered, stalling for one more second with you, but knew that he had already spent too much time here; last thing he wanted was for you to be in harm’s way because of him. He stood on the ledge, his eyes focused on you. He wanted to stay, finally meeting his soulmate, there were so many things that he wanted to say and ask but right now was not the moment, “peter,” he said knowing that the least he could do is give you his name, there were far too many peters that the odds of you finding out were slim.
“Hmm?”
“My name, its peter,” he repeated.
“Peter,” this time it was his turn to have his world shaken with a simple word, glad that he was wearing a mask to hide his goofy smile. You repeated it once more, tempting Peter to stay even more than he originally wanted to. “Take care of yourself ok peter,” a warm smile on your face that only made Peter further fall for you.
“I promise,” he answered, taking a quick jump off the balcony making his way over to you once more. He couldn’t help himself as he lifted the edge of his mask, letting you see the plump pink lips and strong jawline. You thought he was going to lift the mask higher but before you could even ask what he was doing, his lips landed on your forehead.
Your eyes were wide open, taking in his soft lips against your skin, the way his hands gently held your face in place. Your hands covered his, letting your eyes close, enjoying this feeling of being cherished. You smiled as you finally realized why finding your soulmate was a big deal, because in this short meeting, you could already feel something so special with Peter that you haven’t felt with other of your exes. He finally broke the kiss, your hands instantly clutching his, not wanting him to leave, wanting to be selfish and just stay a few moments longer.
Peter pulled his face away, looking down seeing your doe like eyes, and haze look in them, the way your lips looked so tempting to him, wanting to know if they would look just as beautiful after he has kissed you senseless. He wanted to stay but right now he could only burn the image of you to memory because after tonight he wasn’t sure when he would allow himself to be this close to you, despite every fiber in his being telling him that he belonged to you.
“I should go,” knowing that was the last thing that Peter wanted to do.
“I guess,” still not loosening the hold that you had on his hands, because that was the last thing you wanted too.
Peter couldn’t resist, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, feeling the corner of his mouth brush against yours. You were officially caught in his webs, because that small taste left you tempting for more, but you weren’t sure when you would ever get to be like this with him. You finally let go of his hands, and he slowly started to lower the mask, your heart still pounding in your chest.
“I’m sorry if I can’t meet you in real life…I just want to,” not wanting to sound selfish for not meeting you in school.
“You just want to keep me safe,” knowing exactly where he was going with that.
“Yea,” he responded flatly.
“I understand, but did you know I was your soulmate before tonight?”
“Yea, I did. I was so ecstatic when I found out that the most beautiful girl in Middletown was also my soulmate,” failing to his small moment of happiness.
“I’m not beautiful,” trying to hide your smile.
“You are to me,” he whispered.
“Good night peter,” you whispered, not knowing how much more your heart could take.
“Night (Y/N). I promise to keep you safe as both Spidey and peter,” knowing that this was the most he could give you.
“Try to stay safe, for me,” making his heart ache, because he could feel the sincerity of your words.
He nodded, not trusting himself with words right now, as he finally jumped off your roof, hearing the tip of his webs as he acrobated into the sky. Your ran to the edge wanting to catch a last glimpse of your soulmate, seeing him further disappear into the night, as well as the sparking feeling in your arm start to fade. In those few moments, Peter had stolen a piece of your heart and left a part of his. You stared off in the direction that he left, only to be brought back to reality when something wet drop on your hand. You looked up, seeing not a single cloud in the sky, as another drop hit the back of your hand.
You brought your hand up, feeling the bittersweet tears, because you realized how true Peter’s words were, the best way to keep you safe, was for you two to never be together. He was your soulmate, one that you could never be with no matter how much you both wanted, it was his price of being a hero.
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A/N so yea still not sure if i should continue with this or not. like i could just leave it here. but it could easily make itself into a small mini series, but if it does, im afraid that i may not feel the motivaiton to finish it. so yea, please let me know what you think
You stood in front of Peter’s dorm room, heart thumping. You were face-to-face with the blocky and rather boring exterior of his door, though aside from the minimal amount of, well, anything, you felt a tremendous amount of heaviness in your chest. Still, you couldn’t help but notice how plain his door was, just in contrast to the others in the hall. There was hardly anything on it except for a small dry erase board. On it, in slightly uneven and overly blocky letters wrote, ‘Ned & Peter’s room’. Good Lord, they could use some re-decorating.
And you were standing there for a not-so-bad reason. As far as bad reasons go.
Because for some reason, up until practically 2:00AM you could not, for the life of you, get yourself to send the text to Peter telling him to meet you. It felt near impossible after all the crap you’d put him through, first the ghosting and… Well, that was it, but it was not fun to be ghosted. You knew all the thoughts that could swarm through your mind when it happened, hell, it could be worse than awful.
So maybe trying to make this up would work. Michelle said he wasn’t likely to take it out on you. Whatever that meant, though her advice tended to be sounder than most others. That was about as far as that conversation went, even when you pressed her for more information. But she didn’t budge. Said it was better for you to find out yourself. In person.
So that’s what you were doing. Or starting to do. At 2:15AM last night.
Writing a letter to Peter about some of what had been going on: the awkward feelings, family shit you’d put away for such a long time, you never thought it’d be a problem. How it was your fault and you were sorry, but thought it’d be good to talk it out. Maybe make it up to him. You could talk to Peter, right?
Of course, this was all entirely condensed after about forty minutes of rewriting and crumbling up pieces of paper out of the back of your biology notebook. All the notes were online, anyway.
And it went something like this:
Hey Peter, I want to start out this message with an apology. I’ve been acting really weird lately, I know. It’s just some personal stuff I’ve been trying to deal with, and while it doesn’t involve you, it’s been affecting how I think about you.
If possible, I’d like to start things over again. Explain to you what’s been going on, and maybe we can talk over The Hobbit, pt. 2, even though I know you said it’s 'nothing like the Lord of the Rings’. Text me if you’d be down. Please don’t be mad. Y/n
Okay, so not too bad… Right?
You slipped the note underneath his door, hoping that this archaic version of communication was a better choice than texting. It was sort of romantic, wasn’t it? Not that it necessarily needed to be, just that it added a bit of a personal touch. Showed you actually cared about making it up to him.
Once the note was under the door, you didn’t hesitate to head back down the hall back to you room. It was already awkward enough for your to watch people read your notes, and even more so just at the thought of Peter reading your letter at all.
The door behind you couldn’t slam shut fast enough. You went straight to your desk and opened your biology textbook to the chapter reading from last class. But despite your incessant staring at the charts of taxonomic rank and skimming through the paragraphs, your mind was hardly processing the information you read.
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Peter’s hand fidgeted on the edge of the study table, fitting the intensity of his burning stare into the cold tile floor. He wasn’t in his room, he was in the science building on the other side of campus. He honestly felt a bit odd coming back to his dorm room on the daily when a pretty big aspect of his reason for being social there was practically nonexistent for the time being.
He didn’t count himself as the type to avoid things, at least not on purpose. But oftentimes he knew he could get anxious when thinking about about confrontations. And right now, his anxiety was through the roof, causing his leg to continuously shake as he stood, leaned up against one of the tables in a study room.
MJ was there, too, watching calmly from her chair as her friend Peter turn into what was basically the definition of a 'nervous wreck.’ The whiteboard was scribbled all over from him and MJ’s study session—while she wasn’t studying science, general education classes were a pain in the ass for her. She had apparently decided on the exact math that she found out all too late she didn’t have the brain for. Physics. In other words, she’d slept through the first two weeks not understanding the fundamentals of the class until it was past the drop class deadline.
So when Peter had asked her, just out of the blue one day, if she needed help with studying for any classes, the answer was obvious—Abso-fucking-lutely.
But it was obvious he was no longer focusing on the lesson, and for all his efforts in trying to illustrate the algebraic equations on a giant board that seemed to just as equally match her sense of dread for the next quiz, it was clear he was bombing it in his personal life. And not in the good way.
“Okay, buddy. Talk.” MJ decided this was better to get it over with.
Peter let out a long breath, hands moving to clasp in his lap while his leg stayed in motion. “It’s kind of a weird, long story.”
When she gave him a look of unmistakable dry sarcasm, he sighed. “Okay, so the other day I was doing my usual business, like not business, but you know, uh, like as—” he made a web-slinging hand, “—and there were these guys that were in an alleyway and I was on the roof of Brownstone with Cindy and—”
MJ looked at him with a frown as she interjected, “Okay, whoa, slow down. First, I meant 'talk’ as in not driving yourself insane. You’re almost making me have anxiety, and second, you mean Cindy from high school?”
He nodded. “Yeah, and these guys were trailing y/n, so I was going after them, and I fought this guy with a knife—”
“That explains the bandage,” she noted with a nod towards his taped-up hand. She’d been wondering about that.
“Right, yes,” Peter acknowledged then continued, “And… Okay, so I followed her and I fought a guy with a knife, but then the guy with the knife had friends, so I got her out of there, and we were back in her apartment and she told me not to leave cause of my hand, so I didn’t, and basically I think she said she liked me, but then also kissed me, but like, not me, and I honestly just have no clue what’s going on since she hasn’t been talking to me.” He finally finished with a deep breath.
MJ took a second to process that information before she nodded nonchalantly. “Yup. Sounds about right.”
He ran both hands over his face slowly. “Michelle, I’m just not too sure—”
“Don’t call me Michelle,” she said seriously.
“Okay, uh… MJ?” That name sounded weird to say, too.
She paused before responding. That was weird for her to hear as well. “No, you’re right just say Michelle. I’m also half bullshitting you. Sorry, continue.”
Peter bit his cheek. “I’m just not too sure if I’m just crazy for still liking her, or if this just shouldn’t work out…” He looked to her for help as his voice trailed off.
She stared at him curiously. “Why do you say 'shouldn’t?” “Because…” He hesitated. “Maybe this is just… Too much to work out?” “Which part? The whole Spider-man thing, or you guys not talking?” “Both.” “Peter,” MJ started, “You’ve known her for how long?” “Uh… I don’t know. Since last fall.” “Right. And when did these issues start coming up?” She looked at him with a piercing gaze.
He fidgeted slightly under it. “A few weeks ago… I think.” “Uh huh. It’s been about a month, don’t worry, and a month is a long time to be in conflict with someone,” Michelle said sympathetically. “And aside from the fact that I’ve known her since freshman year and she’s my roommate, aside from the fact that I know she’s a good person,” she continued, “She does have some things to work through that I hate to see cause they’re difficult. But to be honest… Maybe you shouldn’t ask her out.”
That was not the advice he was expecting. At all. Peter stared at her for a moment, stunned.
“And before you say, 'Why Michelle? Can’t I just ask out a girl I like?’ my answer is, yes you can, but it’d probably benefit both of you if it happened after you’ve dealt with your respective issues,” Michelle stated as-a-matter-of-factly.
He thought about that for a minute before his expression turned to a frown. “Wait, a second… You said 'your respective issues.’”
She just shrugged, as if there was nothing wrong with that statement.
“What are my 'respective issues?’” Peter asked a little incredulously, standing up with his arms folded.
Michelle just looked at him up and down and let out a laugh. And when he didn’t respond, looking genuinely puzzled, she decided his self-awareness needed some work. “Peter, here’s a prompt: name some things good about yourself.”
He hesitated a moment before answering. “Uh… I mean, I think I’m… Not like, unfunny, I’m good at solving problems, I try to take care of myself and I care for my friends.” “Okay, good. Now name some bad things about yourself.” Silence.
“You see the problem here?” MJ asked, eyebrow raised. “Believe me, you’ve also got issues, and if I didn’t know you better, you’d probably appear almost nearly perfect.”
The moment of silence after that caused MJ’s face to turn slightly red. “But continuing with the point,” she said quickly. “And I’m going to be kind of brutally honest.”
Peter nodded. He was fine with that. “Go ahead.” “You have a tendency to drop people at the first sign of a problem,” she stated flatly.
He blinked, facial expression a mix of anticipation and confusion. “When—” “You want me to drop some examples, as awkward as it’s going to be, right now?” “I mean, yeah,” he replied, because in all his past relationships he didn’t feel like that was ever an issue.
“Prom night,” she said. “You left me at the restaurant after I said I thought Peter Jackson’s films used too much CGI.” Peter scoffed, discomfort creeping into him. “There was a robber outside.” “He stole a half a salad and breadsticks from Olive Garden,” Michelle sighed. “Those things are free, Peter.” She paused. “Or were.”
Peter rolled his eyes impatiently. “Okay, any other examples?” “Yeah. Family dinner, two years ago.” “I went to that.” Right? “No, you didn’t. You faked being sick because my grandma made fun of you,” she laughed.
He let out a breath. “Your grandmother is kind of mean, okay? And a little scary.” “'Cause she called you chicken legs?” “Yeah, that too. Like I get the whole thing about not skipping leg day, alright?”
MJ rolled her eyes. “Last example I’m going to give: my birthday. In June.” She sighed, eyes glancing to the corner of the room.
Peter looked up, his annoyance lifting from his expression. He searched her face, and realized she genuinely seemed to carry some regret. There was a hint of sadness to her stare.
Her eyes shifted back to him. “We got into a big argument the day before, and you didn’t show up.”
If he was feeling at all antagonistic or any tension towards her, it was now gone. There was a softness to her gaze, and this was the side of Michelle that Peter had, back in high school, well… Fallen in love with.
He broke off eye contact, a sense of guilt creeping in. “I’m really sorry about that, Michelle,” he murmured.
He remembered being angry then, and in the heat of the argument, forgotten what day it was the next day. Things were building up. She hadn’t talked to him for a long time after, so Peter had just assumed that things were over and that was that.
“It’s cool,” she responded, a sense of resignation to her tone. “Not like I haven’t had good birthdays since, so it’s fine.”
While he wasn’t looking directly at her, he thought he could see her bring her sleeve up to her eye momentarily. He also knew she wouldn’t feel great if he tried to console her. He wasn’t sure if he’d want it from himself either. How could he have been such an asshole then?
“Bottom line,” Michelle continued with a breath, and her eyes brought them back together. “I think you both have got some things to work on.” He could see that. “But if you didn’t wait, like let’s say you realize, 'Wow, I really do like her’, then… I would just say, honestly commit.”
Peter felt himself nod, and he got what she was saying to him. “Look, Michelle, if there’s something I can do, just… Let me know.” He said this earnestly.
She shrugged easily enough, a flash of her usual self showing briefly. “An apology is enough. And I think you’ve got someone else to be obsessing over now,” she smirked.
He had to smile, a weight being lifted from the room. “Ha ha, very funny.”
Outside the building, the clock on campus began to ring. Peter turned his wrist over to check the time. 6:00PM. He looked to Michelle, who was packing up her notebook into her bag. “Hey, uh. Ned and I were going to pick up some food, if you want to come.”
She glanced at him, shrugged. “Sure. What kind of food?” “We’re not sure yet. Haven’t decided.” “You want to get Five Guy’s?” An eyebrow raised suggestively.
Ah yes, the amazingly greasy king of the burger chains.
Peter smiled. “Sure.”
They left the building, passing through the crosswalk and to the bus stop where Ned waited, headphones in. Michelle pulled his headphones off and whispered in his ear, “Guess who.”
He jumped and turned around, eyes flicking between the two. He must’ve felt uneasy from the easy expressions they had on their face. He smiled in response, “Hey, MJ!” Before quickly pulling Peter aside as they started walking, whispering fiercely in his ear. “What happened between you two?!”
Peter pushed him off, straightening the straps of his backpack. “Nothing, dude. We just talked.” “'Just talked?’ Yeah, right dude, I told you she—”
Michelle suddenly came up behind them, an arm on either side. Silence ensued. “No, don’t quit talking now. Genuinely curious on how much you’ve missed me in your loser friend group.”
Ned started to jab back, and as the they chattered back and forth, Peter felt an old sense of high school come back to them. And he grinned.
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Back at the dorm, you looked at your alarm clock sitting by your bed. 11:00PM.
Flopping over on your stomach, you checked your phone for text messages. Nothing from Peter. Or Michelle. You’d texted her, asking if she wanted to have a girl’s movie night. Nada. You had to wonder whether or not Peter had gotten your letter, but more than that, you had a sinking feeling debating whether or not he’d even accept it.
And after a few more minutes of lying on your bed in silence, you began to feel stupid for writing one in the first place. He usually came back early to do something with Ned. Or you. And you’d hardly heard that much noise in the hallway of passerbys.
You sighed. You were definitely overthinking it. And the thing was, who’s to say that Peter even still felt the same about you? You’d given him plenty of reasons to back off, and there’s the possibility that he maybe just finally did.
Either way, you needed your mind off of this.
Sifting through your phone apps, you go through each folder and see if there was anything that would interest you. There wasn’t really any games you felt like playing, and you had a lot of those. Then, thumb finding its way to the next page, you spotted a familiar flame-colored icon. Opening the app, you hadn’t been on there in ages, although looking at the different profiles you’d matched with on there, you couldn’t really remember why.
You went through the profiles that showed up, swiping left, left again, before seeing a profile that perked your interest. He had a neat haircut with a smooth fade. He had a somewhat similar build as Peter, though if possible, a little slimmer.
Miles Morales. 18. 20 miles away.
He had pretty sweet outfits as well. Lots of bright colors, definitely more of a streetwear look.
You started to swipe right, then decided against it. From last year’s experience, hooking up with freshman guys was a bad memory too many. You felt yourself cringe at the memories and the all-too-many bad decisions. Moving on.
As you continued to swipe, a middle-aged man showed up. You forgot you must’ve changed your settings. He had graying hair, but surprisingly it wasn’t unattractive. You tapped on his profile and looked through his photos. They were decent quality, not the old phone camera pics you’d expected. His body had a semi-muscular outline for his age, like he could have worked in construction or something similar. Something about his expression seemed warm and inviting.
Adrian. 44. 5 miles away. 'Looking for someone to connect with, share a drink. Not looking for long-term, just a fun night out.’
Sounded distracting enough. You tentatively swiped right, and it came up a match. Feeling a sense of anticipation, you were deciding on whether you should message him, when even more surprisingly, he sent you one first.
>Hey, hon. :) You look stunning
A small smile forming on your face, you replied back.
Thanks. You, too <3
He seemed to respond pretty quickly, an easy conversation going back and forth.
>You a college student?
Yeah, I am.
>How’s that going for you?
Pretty good :) Although it could be going better
>Why’s that?
You paused for a moment.
Just some boy problems
>Adrian is typing… >Any advice you might want from an old man?
No thanks. Just figured it’s pretty typical complicated bs :P
>Haha, figures. >You want to come over now?
Y/n is typing… Sure, why not?
>Great! My address is [insert number/street]. I can come pick you up
Thanks. :) I’m at [insert hall].
You got up and left your phone on the bed, a pit of anticipation in your stomach. Though, in the back of your mind, you felt some small part of you want to hold back, more of you was desperate to get out of the suffocating coffin that was your room.
About half an hour later, you decided on a white tank, cuffed jeans, and a black bomber jacket that used to be your dad’s. Just a thin layer of lip balm later, and you were ready to go. As you left your room, you had your phone, dorm keys, and a small can of pepper spray disguised as pink lipstick. It was one of those impulse purchases on Amazon that actually had gotten you out of a couple of hairy situations before.
Pushing through the doors of your hall, you felt the cool early-spring air hit your face. About twenty feet away, you could see his car along the side of the road leading off campus. He got out, wearing a worn leather jacket and greeted you with a smile. You quickly got into his car and asked if you could turn the radio on. He obliged.
As he pulled out onto the road, you put the window down and breathed out, hoping that some switch of pace could change things for the better.
I probably should’ve been mentioning some TW’s before, but it completely slipped my mind (and there wasn’t really much to warn about, content was pretty vanilla).
TW for some violence/mentions of blood, this is a super long chapter and I might take a day or two break, so enjoy~
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It had been almost a month since he’d talked to you.
Well, to be more exact, it was roughly about three weeks and seven days, but who’s counting, right? Definitely not him.
A warm draft lifted upwards towards the roof of the dorm building overlooking the alleyway between two halls: Brownstone and Miller. And although it was one of the lesser lit areas of campus, Peter couldn’t really justify to himself why he was there in the Spider suit when he should’ve been out in the local town area where there was more crime than on campus. Well, actually no. He had one reason.
“Haven’t seen you ‘round here in a while, Spidey.” Lithe hands wrapped themselves around his shoulders from behind, and he could feel her leaning in towards the nape of his neck, soft breaths giving him chills. Her voice was sweet and sultry, and not unfamiliar.
“Sorry, I’ve just been busy. Homework and stuff…” He kicked his feet out from over the ledge, feeling her body pressed up against his.
He was aware of it. Very aware. Cindy Moon. Someone he’d known from academic decathlon in high school. She was probably one of the smartest people he’d known from school, so it wasn’t that surprising she’d been accepted to the same great program as him for science. He had remembered something, a rumor floating around from middle school about how she had photographic memory. While he never got to find out whether it was true or not, she did have an affinity for consistently getting better grades than him even in his best subjects.
She’d changed a lot since high school. Her features had broadened out, and he guessed she’d hit a growth spurt. Her personality seemed… mellower. And now she had hips. In fact, he’d hardly recognized her.
“Right, because with the suit and all, that really must be your priority: homework.” Her hands caressed his shoulders for a minute, and Peter felt her pause. “Tense. You sure you’ve just been hunched over a desk all this time?”
Truth be told, he’d been doing more hero work ever since his window of free time had significantly opened up. No more movie marathons meant that he had more opportunities to go out and protect people. And… chat with other people.
And that’s how this happened. He should’ve looked at the map of campus at least a few times over within the course of the first semester, but he didn’t. Normal work one night brought him to (what he didn’t know then) was the roof of a dorm. If he’d looked over the map of the campus buildings better, this probably could’ve been avoided. But it was 4:00am, and he hadn’t exactly been expecting anyone to be up on the no-access roof of the Brownstone dorm hall. But somehow, she was up there. And once he recognized her, he’d hesitated for too long. She’d striked up a discussion and it went from there.
Every time he visited… Well, it wasn’t exactly a visit. Just a few conversations here and there, getting to know each other. But when he did visit, the mask always stayed on. So he had nothing to worry about. It’s not like he had any classes with her. All of the science classes were different sections from his. And she didn’t know his secret.
He slowly relaxed into her touch as she began to gently massage, working her way up his neck muscles and back down. “It’s true,” Peter responded with a wince. She’d massaged into a sore spot.
With a soft smile, she let up on that spot and started again, this time even gentler. “Sounds like you need to unwind,” she commented, hands loosing their grip until they worked back up the neck and came up to his jawline. Hands gently guided Peter to face her. His eyes followed. Slowly, but firmly, fingers slipped underneath the mask and he could feel the skin below his neck become exposed to the night air. It felt nice, the breeze wafting past his face like this…
'Wait a second, no no no nonononoo—’
Quickly, he snapped the edge of the mask back down, feeling his heart almost drop out of his chest as his balance teetered for a second. God, he’d almost slipped off. What an ending that would’ve been. “Whoa, wait a second. What are you doing?” Peter tried not to let his alarm show through. But he was leaning back. Real far out. Off the building.
Cindy froze, then laughed. “It wasn’t going to be the entire thing. Just the bottom half.”
'What on earth for?’ he thought to himself.
“I was going to kiss you.”
He could feel his face heating up underneath the mask. “Um, I—”
Thank God he didn’t have to finish that sentence. Below them in the alleyway, something clanged.
Peter finished securing the mask briefly before peering over the edge. He was surprised to see y/n, strolling past a dumpster. It looked like you’d just thrown something away in the trash. He watched for a minute. It was getting near dusk, not incredibly late, but sometimes shady characters came out to campus before campus security was out. Luckily, you weren’t one of them.
“Is everything okay?” Cindy asked.
Sitting back up, he glanced at Cindy, a sense of awkwardness rising up. “Yeah, yeah, no everything’s fine, just, you know, checking things out,” Peter replied, hands automatically turning to finger guns. Wow, he still did that…
A frown, but more questioning than anything else. “Okay, well if you need to go, then—”
“No, I can stay,” Peter piped up before something else caught his attention below.
The sound of a blade switching. A switchblade. And he didn’t remember you having one.
A peek below showed a man, not the tallest, but definitely taller than you, trailing you from the back of the alleyway. He stopped once you went back around the corner and followed you about twenty feet back. That was definitely not a college student.
“Wait, sorry Cindy, hold that thought—” And within seconds, he was gone, swinging down from between the two buildings and hit the ground running.
Cindy stared after him a moment, a familiar, but awkward feeling of some stray memory hitting her. She tried to mentally find it it, but lost it when something else came up in her mind. “Wow, he really just used finger guns.”
——
Down below, Peter was quickly focused in on locating the guy creeping on you.
Once he was down on the ground, he glanced around to make sure the rest of the alley was clear before moving up to the corner towards the back of Brownstone Hall. Just down the street, the guy started to tighten the space between him and his target. But no switchblade. You and him disappeared into a dark parking lot behind a series of dorm buildings.
Peter was pretty sure he knew this part of campus well enough by now, and took a left and decided to cut through a different route, one that would hopefully get him in between you and the culprit without him noticing. He hopped through a couple of lecture halls, went up the quad, and circled back around to where you would’ve ended up, around the back of the hall you two shared. But you weren’t there. And neither was the guy following you.
Shit.
This is definitely where you should’ve been. When he definitely didn’t see you around that parking lot, he decided to head up. He contemplated the best course of action as he surveyed from the rooftops, and after a minute or so, it seemed like a neat game of Marco-Polo wouldn’t be the worst idea. And then he heard you scream.
Oh boy.
He raced to the source of the sound and it was nowhere near where he thought you’d be.
Instead, you were behind a separate hall, a couple buildings down from where you lived. You were backed up against a wall of a a dead end, where there was a card opening to the building. You must’ve dropped your student card, because it wasn’t anywhere in sight. The creeper was coming from the open end, hand moving down to his jeans pocket. He kept on trying to quiet you down, saying something like he wasn’t planning on hurting you or anything. But you figuring out that was bullshit, continued screaming for help.
So Peter shot a web towards a street light and swung down to the ground as quietly as he could. He appeared behind the creeper, putting a finger up to his mask as he peered out from behind the figure.
You stared for a moment, the fear inside you lowering to a level in which you weren’t screaming anymore. The man must’ve thought you were finally buying into his act, because he responded with,
“There, there. See? No need to worry, I ain’t gonna do anything.” And he continued walking closer.
And for the first time, you both noticed the man was acting a little strange. He seemed high on something.
Peter figured it couldn’t hurt to play around a little bit. He was still a good distance away, about fifteen feet, and he stuck his head out from behind the guy again. He did a little twirl of his finger near the side of his head.
That made you crack a smile, and it was at that point the creeper’s attention turned to behind him. He frowned. “Who the hell are you?!”
Peter’s eyes flitted from you to the guy. “Uh, wait, you don’t know who I am?” “No, I don’t.” “Okay, I mean I'm—”
“That’s Spider-man,” your voice piped up from end of the alley.
It took a minute for this guy to decide what to do first. He was technically trapped between the two of you now. Eyes shifting from one end to the next, he decidedly turned towards Peter. And took a step forward.
Peter backed up a bit, keeping the space between them.
“What’s wrong?” the guy asked, furrowing his brow and taking another step.
“Nothing,” Peter replied with a shrug, matching his step. “Just maintaining the space.”
The man was starting to move forward quicker now. “I ain’t doing anything.” “Dude, that’s a really bad approach to jumping someone.” “Is it?” “Yeah. I’m pretty sure you have a knife.” “I don’t have a knife.” “Man, you’re totally lying.”
It was at this point, he caught your eye and he was pretty sure he saw you hide a laugh. Which made him feel pretty good. Until…
The guy’s lumbering movements and speech from before betrayed his speed. He was actually really fast, and a flash of silver sliced through the air.
Peter jumped back, attention now back to the creeper. “I KNEW IT! You had a knife—”
But the man wasted no time talking and Peter’s voice was cut off when he lunged forward with another stroke of the blade. He grabbed the guy’s arm, but the blade was longer than he’d originally thought, and with a bend of the wrist, the piece of metal cut into his forearm painfully. Immediately, he let go of the guy’s arm, but the guy kept pushing forward, making jabs and swipes with the blade. This is where not reviewing the campus map again really took its toll.
Peter dodged them easily enough, and took a step back. Then another. And as soon as the next attack came, he dodged again, only to feel a brick wall hit his back. A hand shot out and grabbed Peter by the throat. He struggled, hands trying to find some space in between the guy’s hand and his neck. But he couldn’t loosen the iron grip around it. The guy had managed, likely out of luck, to catch him on the exhale. Air was losing fast, and he was running out of ideas. All of a sudden when he looked up, the blade came down with force and this was where Peter made probably one of the worst decisions of his Spider-man career, but he was really out of ideas.
He let the blade take its run through his hand. The pain was absolutely jolting. But he knew this was his chance. Amidst the searing pain going up his forearm, he was able to surprise the guy enough to push off the wall and kick with both feet. And while Peter just about thought he was going to get his throat ripped out, the guy had loosened his grip enough to take the brunt of the kick by himself.
The man flew about ten feet and the blade clattered to the ground. As soon as he reached for it, Peter shot out two baby webs to secure the guy’s hands to the ground, and a thinner web to pick it up and brought it back. Too late he realized the web was coming back to his left hand. The hand he blocked the blade with. That went through that hand.
It flung back with a sharp snap and he caught it and saw nothing wrong with it. Until he did.
As much as it would be appropriate to go into depth about adrenaline and pain tolerance/or lack of it, let’s just say, he spent a good minute spitting out curses while grabbing as close as he could to his hand without actually grabbing it. The blade clattered to the ground again, and he was feeling just about ready to kick a brick wall in.
“Are you okay?!” The words sounded nearly muffled in his pain-induced fuckitry.
“Yeah, I’m good. I just… Need a minute,” Peter replied in a surprisingly high-pitched voice.
You looked deeply concerned as her eyes darted from you and back to the man again. He was still struggling against his binds, cursing.
But as luck would have it, he wouldn’t have a minute. Your eyes shifted to down the quad. Turns out the guy had come with accomplices. And they were heading your way. “Uh, hey, we need to go,” you said and Peter followed your gaze towards the four men, most likely with more knives.
“Hey, I agree,” Peter responded, taking another moment to breathe through the pain. The original attacker seemed to pick up on the cues and let out a yell. One of the four men turned, spotted them, and started running. “Yup, definitely time to go.”
He then started running, shooting out a web towards the top of a building and started swinging, picking you up on the way. You nearly screamed as you were lifted up higher than your comfort level into the air, gripping tightly at the suit. Below you, the four caught up to their friend and seemed to be trying to figure out how to get him free.
“Hey, how good is your aim?” Peter asked loudly as you swung to the next building.
For the first time you realized he was trying to hold on with his injured hand. So you quickly brought your arms around his neck more securely and for safe measure, decided it wouldn’t hurt to wrap your legs around him, too.
“It’s uh… Pretty good, I think,” you manage to force yourself to say.
——
The night came to a close with you and Spider-man, swinging from building to building, with you trying your best to hit all of the emergency blue light boxes along the way (even though you most definitely missed a few).
When he asked you where you lived, you didn’t really think twice to give him your location. He brought you to the window of your room with surprising accuracy, though opening it required a little bit of B & E to get it open (breaking and entering).
Once inside, you sighed a huge breath of relief, wanting nothing more than to curl up in your bed and forget about everything. But Spider-man was still standing in your room, so you decided to turn and remember your manners. And then you remembered his hand. “Hey. Let me take a look at that,” you said softly. You reached over and gently unfurl the hand that was held close to his chest.
It was still oozing huge amounts of blood and had already soaked a lot into the suit. Your eyes glanced up to him in apology before looking back down for further inspection. “Let me get the first-aid kit,” you murmured quickly.
“Wait, no it’s okay—really, I can take care of it,” he protested, but it didn’t seem like you noticed as you took out the Johnson & Johnson kit from behind your bathroom mirror.
You told him firmly that you wouldn’t have any of that and brought him over to the bathroom where you could see the wound better. After carefully removing the glove of his suit, running it under cold water (or as cold as the faucet would get) for what seemed like half an hour, you realized the bleeding probably wouldn’t stop on its own. After all, this wasn’t just a little paper cut.
Still, you didn’t think it was right to let him leave without bandaging it up first, and you insisted on this as the minimum. While pressing a thick sheet of gauze into what seemed to be a constant pool of blood, you looked directly into his mask curiously for the first time.
“What? Is there something on my face?” he asked, but you just laughed thinking he was joking. Of course, he wasn’t, just forgot that he still had the mask on.
Some silence passed, and you continued, taking gauze wrap and started to circle it around his palm, taking care not to wrap it too tightly, but wrapping it securely.
He broke the silence with a cough. “So, uh… Can I ask you something?”
You look up, not saying anything, then shrugged. “Go for it.”
He wracked his brain how to ask it, since he obviously couldn’t ask openly, and he knew you didn’t know. To you, he just seemed to hesitate before asking. “So, um. Are you seeing anyone right now?”
You looked up, this time with a quirk of the brow. A moment passed, and you looked back down, continuing to wrap his hand. “Yeah. Well, sort of… It’s kind of been complicated lately. Hate to use that word though,” you replied with a smile.
“What’s his name?”
You frowned, finishing the gauze wrap.
“Or… Her name?”
You let out a single, wry laugh and started putting everything back in the medical kit, though there wasn’t much left to put back. “Why do you want to know?” you asked humorously. “So you can find him and beat him up?”
“Oh, no, no, I wouldn't—” Peter started, “I mean, unless he was a jerk?”
You sighed and leaned back onto the sink in silence. “Don’t worry, he’s not. And… His name’s Peter.”
“Oh, what, really?” At that, he perked up, feeling his heart fly through his chest like a pinball machine. Then he realized that response wouldn’t make sense and tried his best to dial it down, playing it off cool. “I mean, uh… Wow, really?”
“Yeah, really,” you imitated his tone with a scoff and stared off into your room in thought. “I think the main reason it’s been so complicated is because I’ve made it that way. It’s not his fault I have tons of baggage.”
Peter paused, sympathy pooling in his chest. A thought came to mind. “Well… Maybe he can help you with that,” he suggested.
You gave him another weird look before responding. “Yeah. Maybe. So, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Know him.” You lifted your chin with a smile, something suggesting a playful jab.
“Ye—Well, I mean, I’m not entirely sure,” he let his hand fall on the back of his neck. “What’s his last name?”
“Parker.”
A long pause.
“Parker… Parker, no yeah I think I do know him,” he responded with a few nods. “Real nerdy guy, brown hair, science…? Major?” “And a little short,” you added.
Peter inwardly winced. “Uh, I mean… I don’t know about that.”
But you smiled. “It’s okay. I don’t mind it.”
Some relief flooded through him. Well, that’s good.
“Well… I hope you guys are good for each other,” Peter murmured. And before you could respond, “Because I mean—I get it. He seems actually kind of like a pretty cool guy, you know? Totally cooler than me… Ha. I think.”
Another finger gun.
You laughed in response, if a bit awkwardly.
God, he needed to stop that.
“Well, I think it’s time for me to go,” he said, shuffling his way past you through the bathroom door and back out into your dorm room again.
You followed him out, arms loosely hugged around yourself.
“Thank you, so much again for… This,” Spider-man said, holding up his gauzed-up hand. “And I’ll uh. See you soon?”
He began to climb up into the window frame, when you stopped him. A hand on his hand. And leaning forward, you unraveled the mask to uncover the lower half of his face. A kiss.
You pulled the mask back down again. “Well, off you go, Spider-man.”
A long look. Then, he just nodded and left, leaving your window vacant within seconds. A warm breeze let itself in, matching the flutter you felt in your chest.
——
About half an hour later, Michelle came back into the room with a large bag of Funyuns. She frowned, as she walked up to your bed to see you lying there with what seemed to be an unusual expression of contentedness on your face.
“What’s up with you?” she asked, opening the bag and taking a bite of a ring.
“Nothing,” you replied, turning towards her with a slight smile. “Just figured things out, I think.”
She just nodded, seeming somewhat satisfied with that answer and climbed up to the top bunk, leaving you to your happy thoughts about Peter.
“Talk to me. What’s up?” Michelle asked as you paced the length of your room for the hundredth time.
She watched as you went back and forth, sitting backwards in the chair, chin resting at the top of it. Exasperation dragged at your heels but not enough to make you stop. From her general nonchalantness, you’d figured by this point this had fallen into normal routine for the two of you. You could cope with a lot of things, but emotions weren’t one of them. Sucks that it had to be a part of life.
You were starting to get mildly dizzy from the amount of times you’ve turned on your heel. The dorm rooms weren’t huge. MJ eyed you levelly. “If you don’t sit down, I’m pretty sure you’re going to pass out.” With a sigh, you took her suggestion and sat in the office chair in front of her desk. Mainly because she was currently sitting in yours.
“You know you can talk about your problems with me,” she said, spinning the chair around once. You frowned. “But you won’t talk about your problems?” “Nope.” “Why? We’ve been roommates for two years.” MJ smiled, but in a secretive type of way. “Because I won’t, and I don’t have to. But you sure seem like you do.”
Fair enough point, though you wished she’d at least vent once or show when she was angry, or something. Still, you gave in, mostly because you were tired of fighting it at this point.
“I just feel bad. You having to listen to me all day,” you said with a frown, leaning back in the chair. “Listen,” she replied, “If I don’t talk about my issues, I don’t combust like you do. You’re acting like you talk about yourself all the time. When’s the last time you talked to me about Peter?”
That gave you pause. it’d been a while since you’d had the time or mental space to sit down and have a ‘girl talk’.
“Geez… Has it been that long?” You asked apologetically to her. “Eh, not that long,” she smirked. “Just about… Two months, six days, roughly thirteen hours.”
You couldn’t quite tell if she was joking or not, but you definitely wouldn’t be surprised if she kept track. She was surprisingly detail-oriented. She was the perfect candidate for pre-law.
“Fine,” you said exaggeratedly and with a small smile. “I’ll talk if you promise not to talk shit.” “About Peter? Never.” She said, overly serious.
You both laughed for a moment, and she waited for you to start.
“Okay, so… Things were going well, but…” You tried to find the words. “I… think I messed up.” MJ didn’t seem particularly deterred by this. “How so?” “A couple weeks ago we were watching a movie, and I just felt. I don’t know. Uncomfortable?”
She peered at you for a moment, nodding as if she’d come to a conclusion of sorts. “Was it The Two Towers?” You scoffed, rolled your eyes. “Yeah, he’s such a nerd for that series—Wait, how did you know?” You asked with a laugh. “Please, y/n, I’ve known him since freshman year of high school. That is his favorite movie, and I’m pretty sure if he could, he’d watch it till the end of existence,” she scoffed.
Much to your sense of dread, you could see that. You raised your eyebrows humorously.
“He also really likes Eowyn, but probably doesn’t want to admit he likes you better.”
That made you pause. 'What?’
“Okay, so uh, I didn’t say anything, but I know he most definitely likes you. The last girl who even remotely agreed to build a Lego set with him, he fell really hard for. You guys built the Death Star together.” “It was over drinks,” you insisted with a shy shrug. “I doubt he remembers that.” “Oh, honey he definitely remembers that. It’s sitting in his room,” she reminded you, getting up to go lie on the bottom bunk. Aka, your bunk. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he never took it apart again.”
She left one leg straight, one bent, reaching around to grab a small teddy bear from near the pillows. You’d brought him from home, a small, slightly childish comfort.
“So… I just wanted to ask,” you said, leaning forward towards her. “You’re… Peter and my whole thing—you’re not mad about it?” You’d been meaning to ask her ever since you found out from Ned that they’d dated in high school. And that was unfortunately after you’d had multiple conversations with Michelle about it.
“Nope,” she replied setting the teddy bear on her lap. “I mean, not gonna lie, I was a bit salty about it. But mostly at Peter, not at you.” You nodded, understandingly. “But,” she said, sitting up. “Believe it or not, despite what they think, I am not the type to hold grudges.” She reinspected the teddy bear, staring at his heart nose, just slightly torn. “Damn, how old is this thing?” “He’s not that old…” “Y/n, he looks like his face is falling off,” she commented. “Sir Bearington is just a refined gentleman, and I’ve had him since I was four,” you defended him, but couldn’t help but laugh along. “He’s mature, and I like that in… men,” you finished awkwardly. MJ snorted, “Yeah, that’s why you’re seeing Peter.”
You stood up and snatched Sir Bearington back, gently smoothing out his head. It was a little patchy, but he needed a haircut when you were seven.
After putting him safely back into his pillow bed, MJ decided to get the conversation back on track. “So anyways, you were watching Fantasy Central with him, then what happened? You said you felt uncomfortable?”
You were trying to think back to that point, to explain yourself. Your actions. “We were getting a little flirty, and we started making out—” “Wait, when you say 'flirty’, that means…?” “Uh… Playful, you know.” MJ just raised an eyebrow. “Okay, we threw popcorn at each other, but he totally started it,” you muttered. “Ah,” she laughed ruefully. “So that’s why there was ants that week. Sorry, anyway continue?” You huffed. “Once we started kissing, it just got… Weird, like something changed.” “Talk to me, in detail, everything leading up to that,” she told you, nodding behind you to pass an old bag of popcorn from your desk. You passed it to her in thought, while she examined the bag before trying it. “Up to what point?” “From the popcorn throwing, I guess.” She popped another one into her mouth. “Damn. Even a week in, they’re still crunchy.”
You brought yourself back to that day, the room, and unwillingly, The Two Towers.
“We were throwing popcorn, and I threw some at him and he complained cause it got on his pajamas,” you started but MJ cut you short. “Speed up.” “Okay, um… He caught one in his mouth, and… Honestly it was kind of impressive—” “Okay, no speed up some more.” You had to think. “He called a truce and when we were shaking hands, he sort of pulled me down.”
MJ finally seemed a little more thoughtful, and didn’t cut you off again. “Like, onto the floor?” “No,” you responded. “Like, on top of him…” “And that’s when you got uncomfortable?”
Was it?
“No…” You didn’t think it was that. “We started kissing and I kind of opened my eyes and looked at him, and… He just looked different.” “Is that it?” You nodded.
For the first time Michelle seemed to be contemplative. “Yup, I got it.” Some anticipation with hope rose up in your chest. Someone maybe finally understood you. “Yeah?” “Oh, absolutely,” she said with a devilish grin. “You caught feelings for him.”
That was the last answer you expected. You opened and closed your mouth, but no words came out. Until finally, they did. “I definitely don’t.” “Yes, you do.” “Michelle, I don’t like Peter.”
“Okay, so here’s the thing,” she stated, stretching before resting her hands on the top of her head. Her eyes were staring up to the ceiling in thought. “You like Peter, but you’ve got a fear of intimacy, like real feelings and all that crap, so you just don’t want to admit it. And reason why I know this,” Michelle continued, bringing her eyes down to meet yours. “Is because we’re basically the same person in that regard. The main difference between us being, you bullshit yourself into believing your own denial.”
“Holy shit.” You were quiet for a long time. The realization dawned on you, and it dawned on you hard. The sinking feeling that accompanied you figuring out your own emotions weighed down like a freight train in your chest. Your heart pounded, feeling like someone banging on a vault from inside. This was bad. This was very, very bad.
“Hey listen,” Michelle said after some silence. “I know you’ve got some shit to deal with, with your family and all. But Peter isn’t like that. I should know.” She leaned back on the bed, now sitting criss-cross.
You heard her, but all you could think about was the fear that you felt. You loathed the feeling of falling in love, because it only led back to fear.
“Hooking up is sort of new territory for him,” she continued. “He’s more of a 'proper’ boy, he wants to ask a girl out on a date and go from there. When he likes someone, he’s in it for the long haul.”
Glancing up at your roommate again, you said in a low tone, “I don’t want him to like me.” She nodded, in understanding. “Fair enough. But just use this as an opportunity to figure yourself out. Don’t just pass it up, cause family stuff just comes back to haunt you.” Standing, she walked over and rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a few pats.
“I’m gonna go next door.” You glanced at her in question. “To Bryon’s room?” She shrugged. “Yeah, we’re supposed to play some Fortnite, order pizza.” “Is that how he gets you to sleep with him?” You quipped. “As I said,” she shrugged, stepping into a pair of slippers. “I don’t catch feelings, unlike you.” With a sly grin and a wave, she was gone from their room.
You could hear her knock and the muffled greetings next door.
She was right. The past does come back to haunt you. And it would until you confronted it again.
“Oh my gosh, no, I know I totally ruined it,” Peter groaned, voice muffled from being buried miles deep in his arms. He was in a deep, dark place of shame, and all he could think about was yesterday, when he had told y/n that he liked her.
“Dude, c'mon it’s probably not that bad,” Ned offered with a strong pat on the shoulder. “Dude, I don’t think you’re right,” Peter responded flatly, face now flat on the dining hall table.
Being a friend of almost six years now didn’t make his untruths any more comforting.
“Tell me man, what’s so special about this girl anyway? I thought you guys were just going to be friends.” Peter lifted his head long enough to watch Ned take a massive bite of this week’s Sunday special: a sloppy joe. “We are, I think… Friends.” Peter sighed uncertainly. “With benefits,” Ned added gleefully. “Dude!” Peter nearly gave him a death stare before taking a quick glance around the room. “Shush! The entire room isn’t supposed to know! You’re not even supposed to know.”
Ned seemed unbothered as he finished up the sandwich. “So when were you ever going to go from ‘just friends’,” he said, gesturing air quotes, “To dating her? I thought you liked her.” Peter’s ears turned red and he could feel his face doing the same. “I don’t…” “You’re lying.” “I’m not—” “Yes you are,” Ned scoffed. “Big fat lie.” “Okay, well I don’t exactly want to like her,” Peter retorted hotly. “I just… I dunno. We just mesh… Or something.” “Yeah you do,” his friend chuckled. “You two mesh all over the place. Mesh on the bed, mesh on the couch—” “Ned, pleeaassseee shut up,” he begged his friend, both hands over his eyes.
But he couldn’t really say much, well since Ned was his roommate so every time y/n had come over, he’d been extremely accommodating. He was a good friend.
“Man, I gotta be honest. I don’t even know why you agreed to be friends with benefits. I’m shocked you didn’t ask her out after you guys hooked up. You really aren’t the non-committing type, dude, and that’s extremely important to know about yourself.” Ned was right. Peter found he got attached to people, a little too easily. Liz in high school. MJ as well. Now y/n in his dorm. Probably one of the worst physical places to get into a gray area with someone. He definitely had a weakness for monster crushing on girls he didn’t always know the best. Feelings seemed to come out of nowhere for him.
But he’d gotten to know y/n. At least, he thought he did. He’d spent a ton of time with you in the past semester and a half. Not only were you cute, but you could also take a joke, and could make him laugh and somehow something about you was just captivating while being physically attractive as well. You got on his nerves, but not many people could push his buttons like that without him actually getting frustrated with you. That expression of coyness she gave before you two would make out… And you’d sat through the entire extended edition of LOTR. Like, who else does that?
“Dude, you’re practically drooling.” Ned interrupted his thoughts with a remark. Peter glanced up at Ned sheepishly, taking a deep breath. He could bounce back from this. With you.
“And if you did date her…” “Which I won’t,” Peter interrupted. “…When were you going to tell her about… You know.” Ned gave a nod to the side, meant to imply something. Peter stared at him blankly. “You know,” he continued, more pressing this time. “The hrrng.” “My what?” “The thing. Your thing. About being ider-man spay.” “Dude, your Pig Latin is awful,” Peter deadpanned, trying to get around the subject. He paused. “And I… Sort of didn’t really plan on telling her.” “What, like ever? That’s a really bad idea, man.”
Peter let out a huff of breath, feeling conflicted. While it wasn’t his normal gig, he’d noticed a pattern that people he told in the past, the secret usually didn’t end well off. It became something that seemed to divide people rather than keep them together. It was a source of conflict and tension for practically everyone, including himself. Aunt May was probably the only person who seemed to be good at keeping cool about it.
“I don’t want to tell her cause I don’t want her to be freaked out, okay?” He threw his arms up exasperatedly. “I just feel like she’ll freak, and—and just look how it went with MJ—” “Please, Peter. That’s not what broke you guys up.” Ned scoffed then said thoughtfully, “Like yeah, it was ugly but that’s not—” “Okay dude, I get it,” Peter sighed.
The buzz of a thousand students invested in conversation continued around them. Peter sat in silence for a few seconds, trying to think. He ended up staring down at his plate, drew his attention to his meal. He knew he probably should eat, but suddenly the pepperoni pizza didn’t seem so appetizing anymore. Especially after the layer of grease on it got cold.
“You gonna eat it, or make out with it?” Ned laughed. Peter rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Sorry. Too soon?” his friend asked before they both got up to put their trays away.
Peter shook his head as they made their way to the trash cans across the room. “I just feel like I have to, like, make it up to her somehow,” he sighed, tossing the perfectly decent pizza slice into the trash. He wasn’t sure exactly how he would do it, since you’d never really told him what was up in the first place. “Maybe get her a present, man. Chicks love presents. Show her you’re committed and you want things to work.” “If I get her a present, she’ll just think I have feelings for her,” Peter retorted. “But you do—” “No. And I’m not getting her 'apology food’ like you do with your girlfriend. I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for!” He paused as Ned met his gaze with a look. “And no, I’m not getting her churros.” Ned held his arms up in disbelief. “Who doesn’t like churros?!” He was preoccupied giving Peter the stink eye while something came to mind.
“Wait,” Peter started in sudden realization, turning to Ned. “She rooms with MJ.” Why hadn’t he thought about this before?
Ned’s brow creased, then his eyes widened in dismay. “Oh no, dude, no no no no. Are you nuts? You really want to open that can of worms now? You didn’t exactly break up on a good note.”
It was true, that him and Michelle’s relationship didn’t end so well. According to Ned, the traits that initially drew them together, they ended up hating about each other. And Peter had to somewhat agree. Her sense of humor was sharp and quippy, and after a while, it got grating. Long story short, they were too at odds to be compatible and he’d loved her, but it just didn’t work.
“I think I can talk to her by now,” Peter suggested, even though he definitely wasn’t sure he could talk to her by now. The longer he knew her, the more it seemed she was good at saying the exact opposite of what she meant. Her sense of irony got a little too smooth. It was to a point where Peter couldn’t even respond because most of the time, his responses wouldn’t make sense.
“I’m pretty sure she’s the type to hold grudges, man.” Ned shook his head as he and Peter headed out the doors of the dining hall. Peter shrugged nonchalantly as he pushed the doors open. He tried to find solace in the idea that it would work.
“It’s been two years, man. How long can a grudge last?”
Peter had never expected himself to fall for someone while in Narnia still
No, he loved it there, but he had to get back to their own world, it was the right thing to do
But then he had met you, and nothing else seemed clearer anymore
You seemed to shine, by how much he could only stare at you when you were around
Your smile would make him tremble and your laughter would make him smile as well, even if you had not been talking to him at all at the moment
His siblings noticed it after a short time, of course. They knew him too well to not see just how astonished he was everytime you were in the room
Peter doesn’t mind some of the teasing, he had expected it already. In fact, it seemed to make his feelings for you even more real and somehow it felt good for him
And even though Peter felt like that, he never expected you to feel the same way. You were always polite and warm with him, but you were like that to everybody, and that’s a lovely thing. He just knew it wasn’t just for him
But then one day, after he spent the whole evening talking to someone else at the camp, Susan came to him and said that she had seen you staring at them and that you were definitely jealous and sad
And then Peter came out to you to talk. You had to talk and figure out how the other felt
It turned out, you ended up just staring into each other’s eyes and kissing deeply, the non said words more clearer than they had ever been
You kissed deeply and meaningfully, hungrily and held on to each other with strength as if afraid to let go
It turns out, your future relationship could be defined just like that
Peter was to be a King in the future, and you supported him with all you had
You fought battles together and you were scared, afraid of losing him, every second of those days and so has he about you. The mutual fear was indeed a thing
But you turned out good, he turned out good
And after those long days of battles, with people who threatened Narnia and it’s people, you would meet each other and just lean your foreheads together
Enjoying one another by the simple fact of being there
