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Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)

Summary: based on the following nonnie’s lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope… loads of fluff?

hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.

Word Count: 5046

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.

Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.

It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.

It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.

He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.

You just wish he would look at you that way.

Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.

“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.

Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.

You shake out of the memory looking at your group,

“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.

Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.

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Could We Start Again, Please? - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

part one

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.

You’re My Home - Chapter Four

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

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Chapter Four - Welcome to new, New York

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.

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You’re My Home - Chapter Three

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

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Chapter Three - Free Bird

‘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.

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Tell Him Anything - Peter Parker

Pairing:Peter Parker x Reader

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.

You’re My Home - Chapter Two

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

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Chapter Two - Across The Universe

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.”

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You’re My Home - Chapter One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

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Chapter One - The Writing in The Glass

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’

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You’re My Home - Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

Chapter One -The Writing in The Glass

Chapter Two - Across The Universe

Chapter Three - Free Bird

Chapter Four - Welcome to new New York

Sunny, I Love You - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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’

All Too Well - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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.

These Violent Ends - Chapter One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ

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!spoilers for no way home!

pairing:peter parker x fem!reader

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.

“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.

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pairing:tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

summary:one thing led to another and the argument you had with peter a couple weeks ago put a rift in your relationship, when spiderman comes in unannounced at your pit party, it only opens a door to two idiots finding their peace with one another.

genre:angst, ex-friends(ish) to lovers, fluff

word count: 3.2k+

note:this is just a blurb i wrote bc nothing is working out for me rn so i needed to destress with this fine ass man

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As much as it was difficult to discern between the glossiness of your eyes and the blurry skylines of Queens, you really wanted to guess it was tears that were causing this.

The wind was biting and unforgiving, and although you had initially thought it would be this chilly, there was a whole new set of emotions that sent your body in a rigid form.

There was a box of pizza next to you, and even if your stomach rumbled, you knew you couldn’t hold the food down for long.

With the air that rushed past your ears and the erratic thumping in your weak chest, you missed the little thump that came from behind you.

“Whoa…” Your shoulders froze at the voice, “You’re not um,” You whipped your neck around, mouth falling open in surprise when you saw who it was, “You’re not thinking of jumping, are you?”

Despite his wide popularity, especially around your area, you had never seen the hero before, and seeing spiderman up close was definitely much more intimidating than you thought it would be.

He was clad in his infamous red suit, though his voice was certainly much deeper than you expected it to be. Perhaps even fake? It sounded far too low for any normal human being.

You felt your cheeks heating up in his presence regardless, embarrassed that the celebrated hero found you in such a vulnerable state, and you quickly swatted at your cheeks to rid them of any tear tracks.

“I-” You paused, not knowing if you should bow or courtesy or shake his hand, and you suddenly felt your mouth running dry as you continued to just stare at him, “Mr, um, spiderman? It’s such an honor, oh god, if only my friends were here, oh wow…” You trailed off, rambling as you paced back and forth, heartbeat picking up as you stuttered to a stop.

“No! I’m not um,” You suddenly remembered his original question as you glanced behind you, to the ledge you were sitting on, and gulped, “Not thinking of j-jumping.”

His little eyes narrowed and you took a step back, picking at your nails as you nervously looked back at him, not knowing what you should do.

You watched in silence as he gazed around you, noting the little blankets you had laid out, the pizza box left untouched, the little cupcakes you had made earlier, the laptop whose screen faded to black after some time of no use, and you could almost see the questioning in his spider-eyes.

Peter, in all his glorious honesty, didn’t know why he was here.

From the way it had been going the past couple of weeks, it seemed that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. The arguing had gotten to such a point he genuinely questioned if you could even stand being in the same room as him, let alone spend quality time together.

But he knew you too well, your apartment building too well, and seeing your frame on that rooftop worried a part of him he never knew was there.

Aside from your awkward shuffling, it seemed that you were either nervous from him being here, or just not expecting any company guessing on the layout, but a part of him itched, no, ached to speak with you again, even if it wasn’t on knowing terms.

You, however, half expected him to leave, seeing that his hero duty was out of the way. If you weren’t going to jump, then he’d have no use being here. But he seemed quite intent on staying if his awkward posture said anything about it.

“That’s um, that’s good,” He faltered when he saw you looking at him, quickly glancing somewhere else as he tried to think of logical reasoning behind you being up here.

“Are you havin’ a party up here or something?” He finally asked after a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence.

You must have had a shockingly surprised look on your face for the little laugh that escaped his lips, and you gave him a small smile, and then a nod.

“Yeah, um, actually,” You rubbed the back of your head as you looked at the pitiful scene, “Can’t say it’s been such a success, though,” You gave a sad snort, kicking some little pebbles aside as you waited for him to respond again.

He began walking around a bit, scooping out the rooftop as he looked over his shoulder, waiting for you to explain.

“What’s the party for?” You watched intently, deciding whether or not to tell the famous hero the truth, but you figured this would be the last you’d be seeing of him, so you shrugged, sitting down near the ledge as you rested your chin on your elbows, peering out into the skyline as you answered.

“My birthday,” You sighed, trying your best to bit back the tears you had so terribly fought against the past hour, “But uh,” You gnawed on your lip from keeping it from wobbling, “Not many people showed up if I’m being honest.”

Unbeknownst to you, since your back was to him, Peter stopped instantly upon your words, heart freezing in his chest as he watched your breathing become a bit ragged.

No, it couldn’t have been today. It had to have been in a couple weeks, it had to be, but as he counted the days down in his head he could only come to one faithful number.

“So,” He clenched his fists, grateful that you couldn’t see him, “Who came?” Please, he prayed, let Gwen have to remember to come.

You took in another shaky breath, really hoping that the masked hero had terrible hearing as you shrugged, quickly wiping at your eyes as you harshly bit your cheek.

“Nobody,” You breathed roughly through your nose, “But it’s okay, actually,” You looked back at him, trying to look your strongest as you pointed to the pizza and cupcakes, “I’ll probably just celebrate with my parents when they come back from their trip.” You felt your voice get quieter and quieter in embracement. Eventually, you just shut up as you let the roar of car honking take over.

For once, he was grateful you didn’t know of his identity. It helped him a bit by looking like less of a dick as he slowly approached you, still formulating the words to make up for his unmasked counterpart.

“Well, they’re all terrible friends, then,” He said carefully, calculating your response.

Even so, he didn’t want to blame her for a mistake that was his fault. He knew he should have taken the blame for the falling out you had a while ago, but his ego was far too big to accept something like that.

So instead, he just brought you down with him, when he knew damn well it wasn’t your fault.

But instead, curse your evergrowing heart, you let out a soft giggle, rubbing your nose to hide the snot as he crouched down a bit further from you.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed you’d be spending your birthday with the spiderman. Even if you were crying your eyes out in front of him, it felt a little better to be with someone than to be alone.

“It’s kinda on my end, if I’m being honest,” You admitted, giving a wet chuckled as you glanced at his mask, gnawing on our bottom lip as you decided if you should tell him the truth.

“Oh?” Peter wanted to know more, who you wanted to blame, but spiderman just had to act curious, and a part of him felt terrible for lying to you like.

In all your years of knowing you, you’ve never done anything to deliberately hurt him. Push him sometimes, sure, but that’s what your friendship was. Cheesy jokes, lame movie jabs, and hours spent struggling over chemistry homework because the teacher just refused to hold any office hours.

“Yeah,” You heaved out another sigh, turning around as you leaned back on the bricks, “I haven’t really been speaking to them, but…” You trailed off, deep in thought. You knew the texts went through, so it was only up to them to ignore it.

You hoped, in a sense, that this would reconcile things between your group. You could count on a singular hand how many times this had happened before, and you really tried your best to use things you knew they liked to get them to ease up a bit.

“It’s no excuse for them not to come. They’re your friends,” He firmly said in his deep voice, and despite his serious tone, you let out another laugh, stopping instantly when you felt as though you were disrespecting him.

His eyes narrowed again, but under his mask, he felt his lips quirk up in a small smile, thankful to have made you laugh somehow, even if it was indirectly caused.

“What?” He questioned, but even then, it might have been the ain you felt or just how tired you were from everything, you chortled again.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that,” You pointed weakly to his mask, “Your voice is a bit, well,” You bit your lip, thinking of the right worm “Distorted.”

Peter grinned, shifting his posting so that he was crossing his knees, facing you as he shrugged, playing with the hem of the blanket as he answered.

“Can’t have ya’ bumping into me on the street and recognizing me by voice, that’s just a hassle for me to clean up,” He really hoped you could tell that he was teasing despite his messed up tone, but your chest rumbled as you let out a stronger laugh, still stuffy from your crying, but still, improvement.

“Threatening to kill an innocent citizen? Surely that can’t look good on your record,” You joked back and he let out an audible sigh of relief.

“Not kill,” His hands bumped your shoe on accident as he situated himself more comfortably on the floor, “There are more ways to make someone quiet.” Peter truly knew none of them.

And just like that, you and Peter fell into your little playful banter, and after he wondered why he felt so full after being so empty these past couple of weeks, and with a solemn, guilty look at you, he knew why.

“Do you want some pizza?” You offered randomly, and almost wanted to bury yourself deep in a pile of sand for even speaking.

“Pizza?” His head turned to the box as if he’d never heard the word before.

“Yeah,” You shrugged, “It’s a bit cold though. But for everything you do for New York, you can have a slice, as long as you promise not to kill me when you see me on the street,” You sent him a little wink and behind the mask, Peter wanted to hide his face in his hands for blushing.

“You sure?” He was hesitant in even asking the question. What would you think if you knew it was him under that mask? Surely you wouldn’t offer the pizza to the Peter you knew.

“Yeah, f'course,” You pushed the box to him, and then your little tupperware of cupcakes as well, “You can have some of these if you’d want, too.”

His hands faltered over the box.

“Really?” It felt wrong eating this food. This had to be crossing some sort of friendship, ex-friends, on the brink, whatever the two of you were, line.

“Take as many as you’d like,” You assured him as you pushed them in his direction, ducking your face in your hands, entirely angeling your back towards him as he stopped his movements.

“What are you doing?” He asked and you felt your brows furrow at the obvious question.

“Giving you privacy, of course,” You responded as if it was the only explanation.

He chuckled, shaking his head as you peaked over at the ground, only for him to be peering back up at you, and you let out a quiet yelp.

The bottom of his mask was lifted up, and you could only see his mouth and the tip of his nose as he waved to you.

“Thankfully you can stare at me all you want, this mask can be detached.” You felt your cheeks warm up at his words, especially now that you could actually hear his real voice.

“You are aware that I now know what you sound like, right?” You tilted your head to the side, and almost laughed when the pizza stopped right at his mouth, and you heard him let out a quiet shit before he went back to eating.

After he was done chewing, and gulped dryly, trying to see if you knew who he really was.

“Guess I’ll just have to take you out now,” He went for a cupcake, noting that it was chocolate, your least favorite flavor, and as he looked at you he wondered why you would have ever made these for your birthday.

“Gonna kill me on my birthday?” You rested your head back, looking up at the cloudy sky as you let out a deep breath, taking into account the sounds of happiness he made when he bit into the sweet.

“Nah,” You peeked at him, seeing the little chocolate crumbs that cornered his lips and smiled, “I told ‘ya; there are more ways than just one.”

You feel your hands balling into fists the more he ate, almost feeling like throwing the laptop at his head if it wasn’t for the damage that would follow in suit.

“Hey, Pete?” You asked, testing out your suspicion the moment you heard him speak.

“Yeah?”

His second cupcake fell from his hand as he slowly looked up, eyes widening as a look of fury overtook your features, standing up quickly as you stalked away, almost running as you tried to get to the stairs.

“H-hey! Wait up! Y/n!” You heard him calling your name, the sound getting closer and closer until a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, gently tugging you back.

You didn’t expect to bump right into his chest, looking up and see his bare face, brown eyes filled with worry, hair falling into his face as he tried to carefully hold you down.

“Getoff me!” You yelled, pushing his hands aside in a weak attempt as you felt new waves of tears rolling in, a new feeling flooding your veins, your brain, your heart as yous tared up a somebody you thought you had never before until tonight.

He’d never told you? Had he told Gwen? Aunt May?Why didn’t he come? This had to be why he’d always show up to class with poorly-covered bruises on his face and say they came from slipping on the stairs. The questions shakily flooded your thoughts as Peter tried his best to stop you from squirming around.

“Y/n, come on, please give me a se-” You stopped, sending him a deathly looking glare as he ducked his head in shame.

“What are you thinking?” You seethed, pushing against his chest as you assessed his uniform, “Spiderman, really? Pete y-you can’t be a hero right now, you’re too young! It’s so dangerous! A-and you have school! A-and May!” You yelled, walking wildly around as you gripped your scalp in defiant anger.

“Y/n…” He followed you around, but you shook your head, pointing a finger into his chest as you tried to wipe at your eyes to hide your weakness from him.

“God, fuck you, Peter! You stop talking to me for weeks and then show up hours after I texted you to come?” He felt his resolve shatter as your lips wobbled.

“Do you hate me? Just say it, please, I-I can’t do this anymore!” You threw your hands up, going back to gnawing on your nails as you paced around, “You always flake on me, but then I see you hanging out with Gwen hours later and I just feel so stupid…” You stopped shaking and he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame, feeling your cheek pressed against his chest as you silently sobbed.

“Why didn’t you come, Pete?” You whispered against his suit.

He didn’t know. He didn’t want to lie to you, not ever, so he stayed silent.

“Do you hate me?” You felt so weak, hands against him, trying to push away but knowing that in the end, you’d never stray far away from the comfort that was him.

“God, no, Y/n,” He quickly shook his head, his hand rubbing a slow hand over your spine, his gloved hands still warm in a sense as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you,” He said, voice heavy as he felt slow hands wrap themselves around his waist.

“Then why,” You pressed your lips together to stop the quiet sob, “Why didn’t you come?”

He faltered. Before he could stop himself, he felt the truth tumbling out into a spew of words he no longer had control over but had longed to say for so long.

“Because I’m in love with you, Y/n,” He felt you stop under his hands, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. A-and I know, I knowI shouldn’t have yelled at you that night but you just scared me so much that I didn’t know what to do. Y-you came in with scratches all over your face and I just forgot about your cat…” He trailed off, pulling away from you as he tried to search your eyes for a reaction, anything to tell him that he wasn’t speaking to a wall.

“You love me?” You whispered back, hands hovering over his as you almost couldn’t believe what he had just said.

Your breathing stopped as he slowly shook his head, not knowing if your question was good or bad.

“I-I well, love is such a broad term that you can’t really kno-”

“I love you too.” You stuttered out, and he stopped at your words, looking down at you as if you had hung the moon and stars and had just spoken the unforbidden words of truth he had only hoped to hear in his dreams.

He stopped, hands working almost like a clockwise motion as they carefully moved up your face, tracing your features as if he had never seen them before.

“Really?”

You nodded, but then glared at him, with no real malice in your eyes.

“Doesn’t excuse you for not coming to my birthday, though.” His hand still traveled up, cupping your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I know, I promise I’ll make it all up to you this entire month. Anythin’ you ask for darlin’, I’ll give you everything.” It was a promise his confession wouldn’t even need, but he wasn’t lying. He’d give you the entire world if he could.

“You better,” you muttered as he lifted you up to his lips, feeling them fall onto yours as they moved in tangent, almost as if they were meant to be there, and despite being in a spiderman suit, covered in crumbs and pizza sauce, hours late to your party, in a sense, you couldn’t have asked for anything else as a gift.