peter parker + letter H from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:peter parker x reader
theme:hurt/comfort
warnings:minor feelings of neglect
fandom:marvel
Peter Parker was a busy guy. Not only was he juggling school and helping his aunt out but he also had a side job that only a few people knew about. That side job being that he was the local web slinger that all of New York knew about, Spider-Man.
Because of how much time Peter had to dedicate to being a superhero, not only was he overworking himself but he was neglecting you. When you first started feeling lonely you didn’t bring it up, feeling guilty for demanding Peter’s time when he was busy saving others. However as of late it was becoming unbearable.
Recently you finally broke down. You and Peter were sitting on one of New York’s many rooftops. Peter offhandedly mentioned how it’s been a while since the two of you got to hang out like this and that’s when it slipped out. “Yeah, I missed you. I thought you forgot about me for a second”.
Blinking in surprise, Peter asked what you meant by that last part. Immediately you wanted to hit yourself for your loose lips. Hesitating, you weren’t sure whether or not you should vent or not but the longer Peter stares at you, the more you feel like you need to speak your mind.
“It’s not that I just miss you because you’re always Spider-Man” you confess, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie that you borrowed from Peter. “I also worry that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Heroes deserve breaks too, you know?”.
This must have been the first time Peter realized that you were feeling this way. He thought that his efforts were only exhausting himself but now it was clear that he was not only hurting himself but you too.
You can tell that there’s guilt rising in Peter’s chest. Before you can take back what you said Peter’s shifting toward you to give you a hug. “You’re right,” Peter sighs. “I should take some time off. Would you spend it with me?”.
A soft smile forms on your lips at that. “Of course I will”.
Summary:you get attacked by green goblin; Peter comes to save you
warning: violence, cursing, angst, fluff(if you squint), green goblin being creepy
A/N:I am completely obsessed with the new spider man movie and some of this will be taken from the movie but will be altered to fit the reader in. Aunt may doesn’t die. Sorry if this is long:)
Peter webbed Norman’s hand to the arm robot. Everyone in the apartment room watches in Anticipation as Normans face turned crooked. He smiles creepy at them green goblin taking over him again, his attention goes to peter making the young boy gulp.
“Peter…” aunt may whispers
Peter side glances the older woman as she sneaks into the other room. Peter turns his attention back to Norman. No one dared to move as normans eyes narrowed
“That some neat trick, that sense of yours” he grumbles
“Norman?” octavius stepped up concern written on his face. The doctor was confused everything was going good but now it’s like everything did a full 180
Aunt may comes back with a bag in her hands and looks towards Peter who was already staring at the woman with worry. She looks at Norman who’s attention was now on octavius
“Normans on sabbatical honey”
“The hell?” Electro says
“Goblin” octavius mumbles not taking his eyes from the man himself. Goblin turns his attention back to peter who’s eyes never left him
“I saw how she trapped you” goblin grumbles with a crooked smile.
Peter frowned at the man. He knew who the she was. Y/n. And he didn’t like that very much, he tried his hardest to keep her out of this but of course that didn’t go as planned when y/n walked on him talking about it to mj and ned. He could never really keep anything from her
He promised to keep y/n safe but now goblin knew about her and he knew how she talked to him about helping the villains
Peters frown deepened
“Keep her out of this” Peter threatened but that only fueled goblin as he kept going. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. “Fighting her holy moral mission”
Goblins smile disappears as he frowned at peter
“We don’t your help, we don’t need to be fixed!” He yelled. Electro listen intently; goblins words filling his head. He looks down at the charger like thing on his chest as it beeped
“May” aunt may looks at peter “run” electro rips out the charger as goblin freed his hand from the web
Aunt may takes off
“How about i pay her a little visit, huh Peter?” Goblin smiles as he lunged at peter. He grabs the young boy and throws him. Peter lands by the window but quickly gets himself up
“I said keep her out of this!” Peter yelled as he dogged a punch goblin threw.
Peter punches him instead but goblin kicks him. Peter body crashes into the window causing him to fall threw but he stops himself with a web. Peter eyes widen when goblin grabs the web and slings peter into another window. The young boys body hits the floor of the balcony
Goblin straddles the boy and starts choking him “I bet she’s sitting somewhere wondering if her little peter is safe” he laughs in amusement as Peter growls and webs the upper balcony ceiling. Pushing himself up he turns them over as he drives goblin into the floor. Goblin lands on another balcony
“I swear I’ll kill you” peter growls
Goblin grabs him and throws him into the window. Peter whimpers and tries to stand but goblins grabs him again and tosses him into the wall. His body lands in the apartment hallway. Peter groans and whimpers trying to crawl away as goblin walked towards him
The older man smirks at the boy
“You know this is fun and all but I think I’ll go have some fun with someone else” he laughs manically and runs towards the window in the hallway.
Peter watches as goblin breaks throw the window. He forces himself up and runs to the window. Goblin lands on his glider and glides away
“No, no, no!” Peter panics and jumps out the window
-
Y/n sat on her bed fidgeting with her fingers. Peter told y/n to stay home while he went with the plan to save the villains. Even though she talked to him about it telling him it’s good he wants to help, y/n couldn’t help but to worry about him
She gets up and goes to the kitchen. When y/n got anxious she ate away. Y/n opens her refrigerator and looks through it. She hums a tune to herself as she grabs somethings from the fridge and sits them on the counter. Y/n starts to make a sandwich trying to distract herself as best as she can
But then a sound catches her attention
The young woman stops what she’s doing and turns around. She gasps softly when she hears the sound again. Y/n quickly grabs a knife and holds it out in front of her as protection.
She hears footsteps. Her heart thumps as they get closer to where the kitchen is. She prays it peter but she knows he would’ve been made his present known by either calling out for her. She wants to run somewhere and hide but she was too scared to move. Her mind screamed for her to do something but she didn’t know what to do
Tears blurred her vision as she slowly moves out of the kitchen, knife still in front she holds it tightly. Shaking she manages to hide behind the couch
“Ohhhh y/n” the voice sang. It sounded low and groggy. She puts her hand on her chest to control her breathing. The footsteps stop by the opening of the kitchen. Y/n turned a little to her right to see who it is
She looked at his face and her eyes widened. It was Norman but he didn’t look like his normal self, he was sweating and looked crazy. She noticed he had bruise on him like he just got from a fight. Then that’s when it hit her. Peter
Goblins head snaps towards her, a crooked smile reaches his face
Y/n gasps and scrambled to get up
“There you are beautiful!” He lunged after her as the young woman runs to her bedroom. Tears ran down her face as his footsteps got closer and closer. She makes to the bedroom and shuts the door shut, locking it she quickly crawls under bed and hides
There’s silence. The only sound audible is the sound of her heart pounding against her chest. She puts her hand over her mouth as she cried scared that he would hear her
Y/n prayed that peter somehow knew she was in danger and was on his way to save her, because she didn’t know how long should would be able to hold him off. Y/n jumps when there’s a bang on the door. She cried harder as the door began to crack from the pressure of the bangs
“Now princess where did you go, huh?” He chuckled to himself deeply as he searched the room. Goblin throws the closet door open but then slams them shut when she’s not in there. Y/n watches his feet as they walk around the room. But then. They stop
Right at the end of her bed
He slowly bends down to the floor and looks under the bed. He smirks when notices y/n who screamed as he grabbed her from under the bed. She thrashed around trying to fight him off but it was no use. He had the upper hand and he knew that
“Peter is one lucky boy” y/n cringed as goblin straddle her and got in her face
“Please l-leave me alone” she cried out but that only amused him. He stroked her face, wiping the tears that fell. “Now why would I do that, hm?” He chuckled and trailed his hand down to her neck. The young woman whimpered as his hand wrapped her neck squeezing tightly
She stared into his eyes as she tried to push him off her, glancing to her right she realized the knife laying on the floor next to her
Y/n quickly grabs it and stabbed him right in the stomach. The man screamed and released her giving y/n the chance to kick him and get up. He pulled the knife out throwing it to the floor. Goblin looks up at y/n with anger, his eyes almost black
“You bitc-“
“Now that is not how you talk to a lady” a young boy’s voice interrupts him
Peter swings in through the window and kicks goblin who now laid unconscious. Peter turns to y/n who watched, shaking with tears she running down her face
“Baby” he said softly as he walked up to her. He cradled her face, Peter placed his forehead on hers “it’s okay baby I’m here your safe, I promise” y/n nods and let’s out a shaky breath as she tried to control her frantic breathing. Peter helps her and pulls the young woman into his chest; he kissed her hair and whispered ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I’m here’ into her ear
Peter wanted to kill goblin but he had to make sure the love of life was okay
Y/n shook in his hold, her arms wrapped around him tightly; afraid that he would leave “I-i was so scared Peter” he shushed her and creased her head
“I know and I’m sorry I’ll never leave you alone again baby i promise, I promise”
Goblin groans as he starts to gain consciousness. Peter quickly let go of y/n and protectively put her behind him. Peter watched intensely as goblin collected him and got up. He looked at the young boy and girl. He growled in frustration
“You always gotta ruin the fun!”
Peter webbed goblin onto the wall and turns back to y/n. He grabs her by the shoulders his face serious “ok baby i know you’re scared but I need you to run ok? Mj and Ned are outside, go with them I’ll be fine”
Y/n shook her head. She didn’t want to leave with that lunatic “I-I can’t pete he could kill you!”
Peter hands moved to her face as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. He pulled the way then pushed her out the bedroom
“I love you y/n”
“I-i love you too, Pete”
Goblin thrashed around making the web start to give away
“I’m sorry but I need you to run baby please!” He yelled as he glanced at goblin who was getting out of the webs. He turns back to y/n “go!”
Y/n nods frantically and runs out to the door. She quickly leaves outside to see mj and Ned looking at her with worry and panic. Y/n runs right into their arms as they held her
“He’ll be ok y/n”
“It’ll all be ok” Ned said. His shirt being drenched by y/n tears
Trying to keep your relationship with your professor was easy enough, until you learned that someone had found out about it.
words:7,424
tags: manipulative!peter, explicit noncon/dubcon elements, degredation, implied overstimulation, blackmailing, kidnapping, college student and professor relationship,
a/n:whew this had a lot of words compared to what i usually write. plus, since im bad at titles, i’ll just use my fav song titles lmao. (ps. erik lehnsherr aka magneto is here and im just glad i could put him in my little fictional world bc im d biggest slut for him)
A complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.
The man in front of the class was practically pouring his heart out into the lecture. The chalkboard was filled with white letterings from left to right, not knowing where to start as you take down notes.
“It is important to keep in mind that bimolecular structure and function are dictated by the properties of the medium in which they are dissolved,” your professor explains while continually pacing from one end to the other among the students seated at the first row.
You decided to seat around the middle to the last row, knowing it was the least obvious way for other students in the class to notice how much you fawn over your Organic Chemistry professor rather than the subject itself.
Honestly you could listen to him talk for hours. All those information he had been discussing would not actually process through your thoughts. You knew that better than anyone.
But who honestly would invalidate your reason? Everyone can probably relate to hating Chemistry, no matter what subcategory it is.
Considering that this was probably one of the most difficult courses you had in your program. You were just thankful and lucky enough you landed on one of the hottest professors amongst the campus.
“Hey what did Professor Lehnsherr say about the problems during synthesis of proteins?” Peter asks.
In spite of being fortunate about everything else about this subject, you were not quite happy about Peter Parker following you around like a lost puppy. Especially during the classes you both have alike.
The boy constantly asks so much questions as if you were the teacher already. In addition, he seemed smart enough to figure things out yet somehow he keeps on bugging you for reassurance.
You did not want to be rude. He has not done anything to completely deserve your rage, however he was definitely getting on your nerves.
Honestly you would not want to be infuriated over his consistent queries, but you were just as distracted as he was, maybe even more. With this, you were looking dumber to him each day.
To anyones pride, it was probably a kick in the stomach. You knew you were not the brightest in this class, but it was best to leave the information to yourself. No need for anyone to point out how mindless you were.
And you really were not. You had other Science subjects you totally excel at. Sadly, Chemistry was just not one of them.
“Well, uh, I don’t think I got that part either.” You look aside where he was seated and awkwardly smiled at him before mentioning an apology, “Sorry, Peter.”
In return, Peter smiled at you and dismissed the question. You were not so sure whether to forget about it or take even the least bit of offense. You felt a little mocked by how easily he did it and innocently he smiled, but maybe you were just overthinking this through.
“It’s fine,” he tells. “I just didn’t get the third bullet, but I’ll try to review it in the textbook when I get home.”
“Oh okay, sure.”
“Speaking about reviewing,” Again, Peter tries to start another discourse.
“I was wondering if you got reviewers for the upcoming text for next week? We all know how difficult Professor Lehnsherr’s exams can get, right?” He lets out a forced chuckle, assuming it could lighten the mood.
As much as he tried to make small talks with you, almost everyday, today you really feel like you did not want to return the favor. Especially after having to bring up the test next week.
“I don’t really make reviewers, I usually just scan the books I have at home.”
Lies. You probably have a box full of index cards and sticky notes in your room.
You tried to use every studying tips every corner of the Internet could give. All those study-life hacks that really did not help much but pile up to your disorganized state of mind.
You fucking tried to study Chemistry. You really did.
“What, you don’t?!” He suddenly exclaims, not realizing the loudness of his voice as it almost caught the attention from people at front. “You seem to be busy all the time though. It’s like I always catch your writing or reading something in class.”
Maybe your mood was just off but it definitely seemed weird for him to say that. Though, you did not want to make something from what he said. It was not worth your time.
“I guess people are not always what they seem to be, yeah?”
Again, Peter gives out that soft chuckle and smile, “Then I guess so. You do make a point.”
He does not argue with you any further.
“Can I at least borrow your Physics book? I only bought Chemistry and Biotech for the semester. Didn’t know they would actually utilize it for once,” he scoffs.
At first you hesitated. You were reviewing for it too, but you already felt bad for being no help whenever he asks a question and often times disregarding him when your mood if off. Plus, you did just make it look like you were not much of a study-freak.
“Okay.”
He instinctively fist pumps the air and looks at you with a wide, grateful grin. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N.”
“Don’t mention it.” You grab the book he needs from your bag and hands it to him. He accepts it and places it inside his while also clearing the rest of his things.
Looking at his digital wristwatch wherein he raised his index finger up as if he figured something out of it, he says, “He’s going to dismiss the class in a few minutes. We should get ready for Cell Biology next period.
Oh how you hated it. Were you jumping to conclusions? Or was this boy really trying to be too close with you? Or was he just being nice and informing you to prepare ahead?
God, you did not give Peter Parker the right to cloud up your thoughts like this.
“Thanks,” you say, “but I need to talk to Professor Lehnsherr after class. Have to, uh, consult him about my concept paper that he made us submit last week.”
As he tidies his notebooks up and carelessly shoves it inside his backpack, he immediately looks back at you with a confused expression, “Oh, I can always wait for you–”
“It’s fine, Peter. Thank you though.” Two of your hands were instinctively waving in front of you, a meek gesture for him to stop coddling you or whatever move he had been trying to make at you.
“Are you sure? I–”
And if you were ought to be saved further from lashing out over Peter’s incessant attempts, you finally heard the words any student was longing to hear. “Class dismissed. I’ll see you all on Monday.”
“Eri–err, Professor Lensherr just dismissed the class. Better catch up to him before he heads out,” you hurriedly said. And with a loud slam from your notebook, you quickly shut him out. In addition, you practically shoved every thing in front of you into your bag without sparing a second glance.
One strap of your back was slung over your shoulder as you hurriedly flew down the aisle. Professor Lehnsherr was midway into packing his things before you interrupted and approached him.
“Professor,” you call out. “I have a question. About the paper I handed in last week.”
“Uhuh.” He faintly furrows his eyebrows, trying to hide his already obvious bewilderment. “I forgot which assignment was that, Ms. Y/L/N.”
There were students still exiting in class. So you tried your best to make your conversation with him less suspicious. He was most likely doing the same.
“It was about the Chemistry-proposal thing.” You snapped your fingers a few times as you gathered your train of thought, but realizing it was not going effectively. “Well I just wanted to confirm it since, you know, I was hoping for any feedback from you throughout this week.”
“I’m not sure if I have read it. I’ve certainly been busy this week,” he clarifies. “Nonetheless, we can talk about it later. Thank you for bringing it up. I’ll make sure to follow it up in my schedule, Ms. Y/N.”
Both of you made your way out the door once there were only a minuscule amount of students left in class. You probably had been looking at your professor with gushing stares, but you doubt the other people in the room could notice it. They were farther away from where both of you stood, much less would they be able to hear what the two of your were talking about.
“Oh thank you so much, sir!” You almost cried out and jumped in joy while reaching through the threshold. Moreover, you composed yourself before mumbling out, “I’ll see you later, Eric.”
In which you were certain no one would have heard it besides him.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
“I’m sure you’ll get a good grade in the exams, Y/N,” Eric leans back to his seat with a humble smile upon his face.
“Really? I doubt so, there’s a kid in your class that keeps bugging me out to a study date, or whatever you call it,” you sneer. You lick your lips as you finish taking a sip around the wine glass, setting it down and looking back at the man you were having dinner with. “It’s getting very annoying though, he surely knows how to get on my nerves.”
“I’m sure he’s just trying to flirt with you, like any other college boys do.” He optimistically and maturely lays out the options. “It’s pretty normal for anyone to chase someone they are fond of, especially for young adults like you.”
It was a pretty obvious sign that he was trying to let his message reach you.
“Well, I apologize for my standards of men,” you say. “I just want to skip the whole heartbreak in college and character development. All that stuff you usually see in a typical teen romance movie.”
You sigh, looking down and saying, “I already found a man for me. Why would I stoop down for some guy who’s most likely wanting something from me, and dumping me once he got what he wanted.”
“Y/N, I don’t blame you for liking men that’s ten years older than you,” Eric assures. “But I want you to realize that you still have a lot to look forward after graduating
“And I look forward for you too!” You tried to not raise your voice, though having dinner in his house wouldn’t really catch anyones attention. “I can’t wait to finally graduate from second semester and be able to spend more time, publicly, with you.”
“Yes, I understand, honey.” He places his hand over yours as he tries to calm you down. “Like I said, I just want you to make sure that you’ve clearly thought this through.”
Eric adds, “There’s plenty of men out there. I don’t want to take away your opportunity of experiencing something new at such a young age.”
“I’m turning twenty-four! I promise you I’m thinking everything through.” Your voice was much weaker than a few seconds ago. The evident tone of strength fades even with one glance from the man in front of you. You felt yourself shrink in your seat. But you were sure he does not intend to frighten you into compliance.
“Sorry,” you pout. “Didn’t mean to raise my voice.”
“I understand, and I won’t pressure you any more tonight, okay?” He tries to uplift your mood, detecting quickly the shift of the room’s atmosphere. “You deserve a good dinner tonight, like I promised, sweetie.”
His smile made you calmer. It was then that you realized why you were attracted to a man like him even if he was still your teacher.
The way he handles you in any given situation so sensibly. Though it may feels intimidating at first, he consequently tries to override the tone of the conversation which cheers you up.
With one hand, he hold yours and gently draws it towards him at the same moment he leans his head down. Eric presses a kiss against the back of your hand and you butterflies immediately fill inside your stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Every doubt you had entirely disappeared now. If there were hints of you hesitating to continue seeing Eric, they were certainly long gone now.
“Let me drive you home after dinner,” he offers, like the gentleman he is.
Eric always does make sure you get home safe. However, you both agreed that he drops you off at least a block away from your house. Just in case people around your neighborhood might catch you, or worse your parents.
It was not like you were ashamed of your relationship with Eric. Cautious was the term.
You were only a few months in seeing him. Fair enough, he was your second semester professor and the both of you met before that period.
You were not only risking the wrath of your parents once they hear you’re dating an older man, let alone your Chemistry teacher. But you were also putting him at risk if ever his faculty finds out.
Eventually, the two of you pack up and end your conversation. Other than talking about college, the two of you also talk more about yourselves which has progressed you into learning more about each other’s personalities and likes.
He helps you out of his house and into the passenger seat of his car. It had been more than thrice wherein he drove you home, and the familiar scent of leather and the typical Glad air fresheners has clung onto your nose. You strap on your seatbelt on just as he was getting inside the driver’s side.
The ride was not entirely dead silent. Eric made a few more small talks before finally turning a right which was where he usually drops you off. It amazes you how instantly he remembered the way to your home, as you instructed him the first time.
“Thank you for tonight, like always, Eric.”
As always, you made your way out of his car prior to giving him a kiss. You only had to walk straight ahead, glancing at your home which had one dim light illuminating through one window.
Upon entering the house, you figured your parents were already asleep and a hint of the living room lamp was present. Taking the benefit of not having to be interrogated by anyone, you rushed upstairs to your bedroom, turned on the lights, and immediately closed the door behind you with a sigh of relief. A smile was also visible after recalling your night with Eric.
As you made your way towards your bed, a piece of paper lays obvious in the middle of it. Your sheets were flattened and tidied, so you could obviously detect when something is placed on top of it. You have no memory of leaving it early in the morning before you left too.
When picking the paper up, you realized it was a piece of polaroid film. Its back was facing you, having no idea what to expect at the front.
At that point, the smile from your face turned into horror and all the color in you basically drained away.
The picture displayed you and Eric at one dinner night out from a few days ago, you still remember. It could have been anything but malicious, but the way his hand was intertwined with yours as both of you laugh away without worries. It was clear as day, the light shining perfectly at the both of you. Anyone can conclude what was happening in the picture.
You did not know this day would come. The picture was taken from Eric’s home to prevent such things like this from happening. So it puzzled you just as much at it terrified you.
This was definitely someone who had been stalking either one of you. It was not a mere instance like paparazzis who catch celebrities dating on the streets of New York.
Someone definitely have been observing the two of you.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
Days have passed, a week almost. Examinations are scheduled for tomorrow.
And you prayed that the picture you received would be the only thing terrorizing your dreams. But you were completely wrong.
From thereon, you started to receive more pictures, specifically one every morning and night, from your past hangouts with Eric. It were simple shots but had the power to completely jeopardize either one of you, mostly him at stake though.
It was obvious that the person behind this was definitely observing the two of you for a while. Probably even during the most earliest weeks when your relationship with him started.
Though it may seem unfair, you did not mention anything about it to Eric. It was enough the he was keeping with you, his job, and himself private – which clearly was not working out so well. You felt like it was your responsibility to handle this situation. You were so sure you did not try to publicize anything and kept it on the low.
Nevertheless, it was out there. Eric had not mentioned anything so you assumed he did not receive a picture like you did.
Currently, you were seated at the farthest row at the back of the room, somewhat near the corner. Physics was your last subject and you could not wait but finally leave.
In addition, you texted Eric that you would not be seeing him until after the exams. It was an easy excuse not to see him, saying that you wanted to focus on studying for it; however, you knew that you would just be busy thinking about the creepy stalker gallery you have been receiving.
“Hey.” Unsurprisingly, a familiar voice whispers next to you which disrupts your heavy train of thoughts. “You finished studying for tomorrow? I’m about to end my review with Chemistry later.”
“Cool.” Probably the one of the most basic replies in the universe. “I haven’t finished studying, I’m kind of dealing with a lot of things recently.”
You made sure to generalize your answer, but enough for him to sympathize and at least give you some space.
“Oh, sorry to hear about that.” Peter frowns. He takes his seat a few desks away from your left, leaving you to continue thinking. You were thankful for his gesture too.
Surprisingly enough the boy barely bothered you for the entire lecture. You were still engrossed on finding out whoever was stalking you, even so dating back to boys you evidently rejected during the first semester – who badmouthed you immediately afterwards. There were not a lot of names, so it was easy to remember who was who.
You traced back to each boy and remembered what they said after you told them you were not ready to enter a relationship – a complete lie, you just did not want to deal with college fuck boys.
Just as you expected from any of them, rumors have spread out about you which was mostly shaming you physically or mentally. Some were milder insults than the other yet at the end of the day you did not care.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “Who was that boy at Liz’s party.”
Your eyes were sealed shut, recalling a list of names while using your thumb and middle finger to massage your temples. It was getting frustrating and mentally exhausting.
After some time, you had so much word filling in and our of your brain that you were not aware that your own name was being called. Your heart practically skipped a beat after hearing it the first time, assuming that you were being called to recite an answer. But you became content after seeing that it was just Peter, who started tapping your arm to get your attention.
“Huh?” You lightly shake your head before turning your head aside.
“Oh, class was dismissed a few minutes earlier than usual–”
“Don’t forget to answer the assignment regarding thermodynamic concepts found it the book. You’ll hand it in immediately on Wednesday.” The professor addresses the class as they were already carrying their bags and themselves out the room.
You start placing your stationeries inside yours, packing your other things up until it was only a pair of earphones and your phone left in front. Peter stood near the aisle while looking at you just as you were zipping your bag shut.
“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he states out of nowhere causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him. “I forgot I still haven’t returned your Physics book I borrowed last week.”
Nodding your head and standing up, you shrug it off. “It’s fine. You can return it tomorrow.”
“Sure, but how will you do your Physics assignment?”
Oh yeah. Your professor literally reminded the class a few seconds ago.
“I think I might be able to do it overnight. How many pages is the task?”
“Eight, or nine I think.” He frowns looking very guilty at you.
“Shit,” you swore. That was a lot of pages than the usual assignments given.
“Yeah, professor said it could help add points if you somehow get a bad grade at the tests.”
“Never mind,” you tried to set his mistake aside. “I’ll try to do it within overnight tomorrow. I can ask for help from my friend tomorrow morning and–”
“Wait! I realized you can stop by my apartment to get it.”
“Oh–er, Peter, I don’t think I have time to–
“It’s just nearby the campus, I promise,” he assures and adds, “it wouldn’t be a hassle, it’s probably on your way home anyway so it won’t make a difference.”
“Uhm.” You were doubtful of him.
However, you did realize that you did not have anything to do after class. You were keeping distance with Eric for the meantime which meant that your schedule was mostly vacant after this.
“Please,” he begs, “I feel so bad for keeping it the whole week. I swear it’s like a few blocks from here.”
“Would it take more than twenty minutes?” You purse your lips, convincing yourself that you would rather force yourself to study at home than spend it at someone’s apartment.
“I only take around ten minutes to walk so,” he answers. “Unless you’re a slow walker, of course.” The tone of his voice seeming to be joking.
Again, he pleads. This kid will not fucking budge.
“Fine,” you blurt out. Though, you realized your sudden-almost lash out moment at the boy that you made sure to reiterate it but slower, “I mean, sure. I can stop by your apartment to pick up my book.”
An awaited smile and sense of agreement washes over you.
Peter then leads the way as you walked behind him, maintaining a short distance so people would not throw out any suspicious looks. Like in every college, everyone knows just how fast gossips formulate and rumors spread.
If you think about it though, it might avert anyone’s suspicion – mainly pertaining to your creepy stalker – with you and your Professor. But you were not prepared for that yet, maybe some time when you can finally think about its consequences through.
True to his word, as the both of you exited the campus, it took a short time before the boy in front of you told that you were about to enter through the entrance to the building of his apartment. You were not so sure if it was really a momentary walk or because you were so focused on thinking and keeping a distance.
At some points he did often look back in case you got lost from following him. Plus, like always, he asked you simple questions either about your day or your subjects to make small talk. In which case, you were barely answering him but definitely progressed compared to when he attempted for previous times during class.
In addition, as the two of you walked down the block, the number of faces you could only assume was in college decreased. Meaning that the glares at you eased up.
“Well, here’s my location.” A loud huff follows as he uses a key to unlock the door for the entrance to the building, “It wasn’t that far, was it?”
“Yeah, I guess it wasn’t that far.” You agree as he holds the door for you and then walks right after you.
As Peter leads you upstairs onto around the fourth level, he proceeds to walk along the corridors. The array of same beige colored doors with small golden indents of unit numbers paraded along it too. Eventually he stops and inserts a key into the lock, twisting it until hearing the unlocking sound.
For a moment you hesitated to follow him. You just wanted your book and you were sure he can give it to you on a shorter span than your walk from campus to here. Was it that troublesome?
Entering his complex, you discovered how minimalistic it looked. To be fair it seemed quite small, the living room instantly greeting you through the entrance and a kitchenette at the side. But since his things were tidied up, it looked roomy.
You instinctively close the door behind you, slightly aware that it did not create a locking sound. Following Peter, you took a few more steps until you stood still at the passageway between his living room and entryway.
“Do you want a drink?” Peter asks.
“No thank you.” You were still trying to subtle. “I just want my Physics book, Peter. Please?”
He looked at you and paused for a split second. You could feel the frown behind the expressionless look. “Yeah. Okay. Sure,” he nods for a few times before turning around and proceeding to a seemingly narrow hallway. “I’ll get it in my room. Be back in a second.”
Your feet faintly paced back and forth, still where you stood a few meters between the entrance and living room. After a few more minutes, Peter emerges carrying the familiar book with one hand.
He approaches you within a few stops but stops in his tracks, leaving a distance from you. “Well uh,” he starts as his chin was tucked.
“I just want to tell you something before I hand you back your book.” He looks up at you with really pleading eyes. During other instances in university, you were definitely familiar with that look. However, this one probably ranked as one of the most downhearted ones.
You did not want to feel regretful for him. Though it definitely feels like you just kicked a puppy.
“Was is it?”
“I love you,” he blurts out as his face goes back from hiding and looking down.
It seemed awkward. You were somewhat expecting it, but you were also hoping that this day would not come – or not at least until you graduate and leave the university.
“Oh.” You honestly did not want to react.
Were you going to say sorry? How about thank you? Would it be better if you said you did not like him back? Or will the best response be that you are already taken?
“Peter, I–”
“Are you really dating Eric?” He shots up with eyes appearing almost teary.
What. The. Fuck.
“No,” you mutter. It was not much of an answer to his question. It was more on being quite horrified as your mind started jumping to conclusions.
The amount of things running around your mind right now was immeasurable.
Firstly, anyone could make two and two out of what he said, especially knowing that no one knows it even so around your circle of friends.
Secondly, you should have thought better. Your doubts with Peter should have been grater and you totally underestimated him. However, some part of you prayed that he was just an annoyingly awkward nerd who follows his friends regarding flirting tips.
Lastly, you turned around and ran.
You probably got your way with opening the door and taking two steps out. It was not long before you felt arms wrap around your waist and either side of your arms. You were then lifted and pulled behind while you tried to kick at the air as an escape. Did not work though.
Peter was surprisingly stronger than you thought. He already seemed fairly muscular at class, hiding behind those long sleeved sweaters and flannels.
Eventually the last thing you remember was the image of the door of his apartment open while you get sucked into the room further. Everything went black afterwards.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
When you felt that you were slowly restoring to consciousness, you were aware of the pounding at the back of your head and your arms.
You tried to move your hands, wanting to press against the parts of your body that were aching. But you felt incapacitated as your wriggled your wrists around and felt an unfamiliar sticky fluid enveloping around them.
“Glad you’re awake,” a voice says. “Does your head hurt?”
You tried to open your eyes, the dark lighting of the room not cooperating with your vision. A light from the window and a lamp were the only things that helped you form something out of the void.
From there you saw Peter Parker sitting closely beside you at the edge of the bed.
Hell please let this be a nightmare.
“What–” You groan, “What do you want from me.”
Your mind was building up your anger yet your body says otherwise. You felt exhausted and heavy.
Peter shushed you in a caring manner, “We’ll talk when you feel better. I’ll let you get more rest okay, sweetie?”
“Uhh.”
That was what you could remember the most. If you have awoken for other times in between your sleep, then you surely did not have an idea of it.
When you finally woke up, the level of your grogginess felt little to none already. You looked around and saw that the room was still dark and seemingly still nighttime.
As your head was twisting from side to side, you saw Peter appear from the doorway carrying a translucent cup filled with water in one hand. “Hey, you’re finally awake.”
Instead of replying to him, your wrists writhe beneath the fluid that you are still not familiar of. You could not really look up to get a good view of what it was, but it was wet, sticky, and felt like super glue.
On the other hand, both your legs, ankles, and feet were free. The back of your thighs bounced against the bed as you struggled, but it would not do much since your arms were practically stuck.
“Fuck,” you grumble.
“That won’t help. You’re pretty much stuck there,” he says, Then he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, alike where you remembered him positioned from earlier, “Might as well talk to me until I let you go.”
“Okay then, when will you let me go?” Your voice was calm hoping you could talk your way out of this mess.
“If you behave for me like a good girl, okay?”
Shivers went up your spine as you cringed at his statement.
Immediately, your mood shifts from calm to furious after hearing his disturbing bargain. Then purposely rolling your eyes for him to see. “How the hell will I behave if you’re a creepy stalker! You disgust me!”
Peter hums, displaying a look wherein he seems like he was thinking. You were not sure if it was sarcastic or not, either way it annoyed the hell out of you. “Creepy stalker sounds overstated, it was more on being curious.”
You scoff as well as exclaim, “You sent me photographs of me and Eric at his house! Fucking hell, Peter.”
“Oh yeah that part.” He slyly pouts his lips to the side as he comes to realize what he had done, “I guess it was a bit creepy–”
“What do you mean a bit? That was invasion of privacy!”
Despite being trapped, both your hands balled into a fist, feeling very furious at his dense answers. “I was living my own life! I kept my relationships to myself,” you cry out.
“Yes, but you weren’t completely living your life,” he whispers while gently combing his hair through the front of your hair. “You deserve much more than someone who couldn’t proudly tell that you’re his girl. Is he even a man? Do you really enjoy that kind of life, sweetie?”
“We were happy,” you weep. The evident crack on your voice was a signal that you were about to cry though you were not sure if it was because you were held hostage or because you were worried for Eric.
No one would understand your situation with him right now. Especially Peter.
“Trust me you weren’t,” he scoffs. “You deserve so much more, and I can give you that.”
“I’d rather be alone forever than be with you, asshole!” Your voice was inconsistent, clearly affected by how fast Peter’s mood also shifts quickly.
You also figured you were not looking entirely fresh while crumbling beneath him. Drops of tears and sweat were all over your face and neck, both your eyelids felt swollen, and your nose was almost stuffed.
Peter stand from the edge of the bed and advances to his desk from the side. A harsh bang echoed throughout the room as your body twitched out of shock.
“What does that dick have that I don’t?!” He grits his teeth as the curves of his jaw intensifies. A displeased look was written all over his face.
“P-please let me go.”
“I need you to answer, sweetie. We going nowhere unless you answer!” He was never going to let you go if you were not going to cooperate.
Every step he takes closer back to the bed just increases your heart beat further. He had rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to the edge of his elbows and you felt threatened looking at how firm his arms looked.
“Peter, p-please,” you hiccup.
As Peter returns to the edge of the bed, he does not hesitate anymore to keep a distance. His hands hover to either sides over your body and sets the left side of his head on your midriff, laying while also getting a good view of your vulnerable state.
He does not even look life he was struggling to make an effort to keep you down, but you could feel how heavy he was and was barely giving you a chance to move around.
“I can give you so much more, Y/N.” The way his gaze directs at you was definitely one of the creepiest things you have experienced. He had so much emotions yet completely lacked sympathy for your state of mind.
Shutting your eyes, you only cried further. You felt a hand cup one of your cheeks as its thumb wipes away the pouring tears. Like a broken record, you only pleaded more, “Please let me go.”
“I can’t.”
“Why.” You bawled, realizing he has no plans of releasing you anytime soon despite it. “I won’t tell anyone about this, I p-promise.”
“I know that,” he says, “but you’re going to run back to Eric, probably tell him too, right?”
You did not want to answer, merely shaking your head as you resisted a cry from your lips. It was somewhat what you had planned, but now you were just scared shitless.
“You won’t tell anyone but him cause no one knows about it other than you two, right?” He corners your words.
“Eric would lose his job if someone, especially your parents find out, right?” Hell he was correct. He most likely had been stalking you for so long to find out about it.
“You love him so much, you wouldn’t want to hinde
It was terrifying that someone had been learning about you and your life for a while without your awareness.
“Please stop. What do you want… money?” you whimper.
Peter did not seem likes normal college boy; he does not think like one, too, for sure. Anyone with a right mind would not do something like what he did. No one would have the guts to do so.
“I just want you, Y/N. I want to give you what you deserve,” Peter answers as he sits up and leans his face closer to yours. His mouth leaves a small gap from your right ear as he whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”
“No–”
He cuts off your plea with a proposition, “If you let me, I might consider letting you free.”
“You want that, right? Want me to let you go…” His hand combs through the other side of your face, “just let me show you that I can do way better than him.”
Every ounce of your blood was trying not to give in. You were smart, you ought to find a way out of this. However, you realized that it will not be enough. You already struggled so much from the super glue around your wrists and you could not imagine how much more would it take now that Peter was on top of you.
Eventually you stopped struggling and let him be. There was no way out of this than to let him do what he pleases.
You feel his lips press against your ear first and then progresses over your cheek. His grip around your arms loosen after detecting that you stopped struggling beneath him. You could feel him smile on your skin, “That’s it, relax for me. Good girl.”
His hand reaches to undo your pants as his lips drifted on yours to force their way on making out with you. Another hand then presses under your jaw and throat. “P-Peter,” you choke, feeling lightheaded after being unable to breath properly though your mouth until the grip had loosen.
“Sorry, babe.”
He soon descends from your face to your neck and collar region. You were so sure he was leaving marks on you as you felt him suck and nibble against your skin. Like a controlling asshole he was, you expect to see bruises on your skin by tomorrow.
Despite having your hands fastened, he still moves your shirt upwards past your head. It halts and hands loosely around your arms as you emerge topless beneath the boy.
“Fucking beautiful,” Peter compliments your body under his breath.
Although he seemed to have time on his hands, he does not leave a second wasted. He also goes to haul your pants past your legs and ankles. The growing look of impatience on his face says it all.
Peter moves from your side and welcomes himself between your legs. He spreads them out to have enough space for his body and you could not feel more embarrassed than this.
You grit your teeth over each other as you felt him press fingers against your cunt. Instinctively, you clench around nothing as he continues to play with your entrance, making sure you get entirely soaked under his touch.
“You know you shouldn’t hold back. I know you’re loving it so far, your body says otherwise,” he teases before laying on his stomach and moving his head closer to your pussy.
Without a warning, he licks a strip of you making the back of your thighs quake lightly. Peter senses your reaction and continues to do so, using his tongue to play around and poke inside of you until you were slowly giving in without even realizing it.
Just as you thought you were getting used to his actions, he then inserts fingers inside you, feeling your warmth around it as he pushes it in and out.
“Oh,” you moan.
He continues, making sure he also does not leave your bud of nerves behind. The tip of his fingers and tongue alternate on playing against it, making you throw back your head out of pleasure.
“I bet he doesn’t please you like this,” he scoffs.
Eventually, at your vulnerable state, you could already feel yourself closing to an orgasm. Your toes curled as your temples throbbed, sealing your eyes shut as you accepted on giving in.
You bit onto your lower lip, trying to resist a moan. Somewhere inside you, you were still trying to fight back and not let Peter have the satisfaction he had been craving.
“You’re being so tight… Just let it out.” He coaxes and you hate how you did what he told you so.
The extensive grin on his face seemed priceless. He pulled back and you were aware that you seemed exhausted beneath him. You assumed he was done with whatever he wanted to do with you.
But when he started to take off his sweater and unbutton his pants, you realized it was far from over.
As he presents himself just as naked in front of you, he again welcomes himself between your legs. This time you get a better view of him and his muscles and abs. He gets a good view of your body too for sure as his hand reaches to start stroking his dick.
He places one hand on your thigh and pushes it farther to give him more room. Finally, he inserts in inside you and you automatically felt him throbbing between.
There was a growing heat between the both of you, and it only intensified as Peter started to thrust his hips forward and backwards. There was not even a rhythm from him as he moves harder after hearing you softly moan underneath.
The slapping sound echoes through the room that would eventually reek of sex and you felt ashamed that your body was enjoying all of this.
“Ah… ah… ahh… agh….”
“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you?” He brags as one hand was reaching for your breasts while the other holds your thigh up. “Fucking slut.”
Your body and mind were tired and could only hold so much longer. It was not a surprise when your stomach started to churn your the muscles in your thighs were cramping up.
Peter did no help after seeing you starting to wear out. He tried leaning in to make out with you and expect to moan into his mouth. You did for a moment, a combination of both your drools were streaming down from the corner of your mouth.
“We’re making a mess, huh,” he mumbles. “But I know you’re already a dirty fucking girl.”
He proceeds to deprave you with statements, “Can’t believe you’re enjoying my cock better than that old man’s… Such a fucking whore.”
You twist your head aside, trying to hide the fact that you feel like your temperature were burning up. You were so sure he could feel the increasing warmth of your walls either way.
Your eyes were rolling back as you resist arching your back, which was not really a success as the amount of pleasure was overwhelming.
As you writhe beneath him, you felt a hand on your cheek. It pushes your head back onto looking at front and at Peter. “I want you t look at me when you’re going to cum, sweetie,” he orders and you could not do much anyways.
The second time you came was a whole other level. You never felt this with any person you slept with so far, rather not this fast and intense to say. “That’s it, fuck, you’re tighter than I could ever imagine.”
Peter continues until it was his time to cum. The bed continues to move along with his pace and your body was basically abused to his liking.
And even if you were not aware of it, the boy was practically thankful that his agency decided to agree to soundproofing his whole apartment – his motive being for personal reasons, which they did not question any time soon.
You were helpless, you knew that. All you had in mind now was rest. Your eyelids were heavy and your mind was drifting to slumber.
The last thing you remember was Peter moving over your body to come all around your chest like a painter with its paint brush creating a masterpiece from your chest to your core.
Peter went back to the tower and received the needed medical attention. His aunt would show up and be so relieved that he was in one piece. She would hold him as he cried and tell him that everything would be okay while silently cursing the world for being so cruel to the young boy who deserved a break. After a while, she would have to leave with Happy to start sorting everything out. Other Avengers would come in and offer Peter their condolences, promising that they would be there for him if he needed anything. Tony practically moved into Peter’s room, not wanting to leave him alone. The worst part came when Y/n’s mother showed up. He expected her to scream at him for killing her daughter. But instead, she just told him how relieved she was that he was okay. She cried, he cried, she explained to him that the funeral would be held a week later and asked that he speak if he was up for it. She reminded him of how much you loved him and told him that he could come by any time.
Two days later he went back to his Aunt’s apartment. Everywhere he looked he saw you, memories flashing. He remembered the countless movie marathons (and maybe make-out sessions) on the couch. He remembered disasters in the kitchen and the flour fight you had when he discovered you trying to bake his birthday cake last year. He remembered chasing you through the halls, both of you laughing, him kissing you when he caught you in his arms. He slowly made it up to his room trying to keep it together. But, that was honestly pointless. As he opened the door, he saw the multiple shirts he had tried on before your date sprawled across his bed. He pushed them on to the ground and laid down just wanting everything to stop for a minute. But his mind refused him such pleasantries.
Instead, he thought about the nights you had spent studying together. The time that you had discovered he was Spider-Man. He replayed multiple conversations the two of you had had. He remembered the day he asked you out, your first date, the times he went to your house after a particularly bad night whether it was to be patched up or just to talk. His mind continued on like that until he eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Aunt May came in and brought Peter breakfast which he hardly touched. She sighed as she was at a loss for what to do. He stayed in his room all day, only getting up to use the restroom. He just wanted to be left alone and she tried to respect that, no matter how hard it was to watch him push her away again.
After two more days of refusing visitors and ignoring the outside world, Peter’s aunt informed him that your mother had called and asked him to stop by. He honestly didn’t want to, but he figured he owed her that much. So he forced himself to shower and get dressed. He then proceeded to walk the too familiar path to your apartment, which again was accompanied by various memories that caused his chest to hurt. He didn’t know how he was supposed to do this. He eventually made it outside your door, thinking about the first time he kissed you, right there in that hallway. He hesitated, and finally knocked softly.
Your mom answered and Peter could see how upset she was, not that anyone could blame her. She invited him to come inside and take a seat on the couch. He still didn’t know exactly why he was here.
“I went today to get her stuff- from the car. This- I think it belongs to you,” she said handing him the small ring box with the promise ring he planned on giving you that night. As he took it, his eyes closed as he tried not to cry again, not in front of your mom. She too was on the verge of tears as he pulled something else out of the bag. “Th-this was in the trunk, it was her anniversary gift for you, she’d been working on it for weeks,” she said taking a deep breath and handing it to him. It was very neatly packaged in blue wrapping paper with a red ribbon. He turned it over in his hands.
Noticing his hesitation, your mother reassured him that he didn’t have to open it now. He just stared at it.
“Can I get you anything, Peter? Maybe something to drink? Or to eat? People keep dropping off casseroles,”
“I’m good, thanks,” he replied clearing his thoughts.
“You can go up to her room if you want, I like to go in there. It makes me feel closer to her,” she added.
“Yeah, I think I might do that.”
He absentmindedly walked up to your room. It looked exactly the same as it had when he had last seen it. He looked over your photo wall, glancing through the pictures mostly of the two of you. You were smiling and/or laughing in 99% of them. Seeing them brought a smile to his face. He walked around the rest of your room thinking about the time the two of you had spent together there. He took in your familiar scent and felt if only for a moment at peace.
After a while, he made his way back downstairs. He thanked your mom and told her to reach out if she needed anything. She asked him if he planned on saying anything at your funeral on Saturday and he told her that he would. Though to be honest he had forgotten that that was even a thing. Not the funeral, just the speaking part. He would have to start thinking about it.
When he returned to his apartment, he wasn’t entirely surprised to find one of Tony’s cars was parked around the corner.
“Hey kiddo, how are you doing?” Tony asked as Peter entered.
“As well as can be expected,” he replied setting down the boxes from your house before sitting across from Tony.
“I wanted to check-in, and bring you this,” he said handing him a small shoebox,”
Peter was confused, to say the least. “Mr. Stark you didn’t have to get me anything,”
“I didn’t, it’s from Y/n. She gave it to me a few months ago, made me promise to hold on to it just in case something ever happened,” he explained waiting to see how Peter was going to react.
“She’s unbelievable,” Peter chuckled, the stopped was he thought.
“Have you eaten anything today?” Tony asked most likely at Aunt May’s request.
“Not really, but I’m fine,”
“Are you sure, I can have Happy can go pick something up and bring it by, he’s been worried about you,”
“I’m good, thanks though”
“Peter I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how hard all of this is for you, especially right now. You know that I and everyone else are here for you. If there is anything that any of us can do, all you have to do is say the word and we’re here.”
“I know Mr. Stark, thank you,”
“Okay kid, I’m going to give you some space so you can open that -when you’re ready. Make sure you eat something, if not for you, do it for your aunt who’s worried about you. Let me know if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you Saturday,” Peter mumbled before taking the three boxes upstairs to his room.
He sat and stared at the anniversary gift and the apparent contingency plan. He debated which one to open first or whether he wanted to open either of them. Okay, that was stupid, obviously, he was going to open them. It was just a matter of when and in which order. After some thought, he made up his mind and picked up the blue box unwrapping it carefully. Inside, was a scrapbook. It had pictures from kindergarten to the present, but that wasn’t all that it had. It also contained some of your artwork and small memorabilia. For example, there were tickets from various movies, the receipt from your first date, the ribbon from the science fair the two of you won, and other things that Peter had absolutely no idea that you kept. His favorite part though was your handwritten additions. Small notes, song lyrics, quotes, and memories that you used to embellish the pages. You had narrated the entire story and it was beautiful. He spent hours going through it carefully, not wanting to miss anything.
When he finished, he put it back in the box and set it aside. He debated whether he wanted to also open the shoebox tonight as he had just been on an emotional roller-coaster. He hesitantly pulled it closer to him and pulled off the lid. There was a note on top which he read first.
Dear Peter,
I hope that this note never has to be read. However, it needs to exist. So, here we go I guess. In this box, you will find two things, first a Funko Pop! and secondly a flash drive with a video that I recorded for you.
The Funko Pop! is Kylo Ren. And you may be asking yourself why out of every character in existence, I would choose him. So here’s my reasoning: 1. You love Star Wars 2. I’m guessing that the world seems a little darker than normal right now, so I figured that he could serve as a reminder that no matter how far into the “dark side” you go that there is always redemption and light.
I love you Peter Benjamin Parker.
Forever and Always,
Y/f/n Y/l/n
Peter took out the Funko Pop! And set it on his desk as he retrieved his laptop and queued up the video. He tried to mentally prepare himself for it, but it was no use.
Hi Peter,
So if you are seeing this something happened to me. I don’t know whether it was Spider-Man related or not. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I just wanted to tell you not to blame yourself. And believe me, I know you well enough to know that you will try to. Even if I live to be 102 and die peacefully in my sleep of natural causes you’d still be looking for a way to blame yourself. That’s kinda your thing, putting the weight of the world on your shoulders. Anyways, no matter what happened, it wasn’t your fault. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I agreed to be your friend, partner in crime, and your girlfriend.
You are so good Peter. You are truly a breath of fresh air. While others actively ignore the pain and suffering in the world, you go out of your way to make a difference. You protect those who can’t protect themselves and you never expect anything in return. Your life has presented you with so many challenges and so many reasons to turn cold, but instead, they made you kind.
Please keep fighting. Don’t lose hope, find something that inspires you, and use it to make you better. Make the most of every minute because life is unpredictable, beautiful, and ephemeral. That’s kinda the whole point isn’t it?
I could keep talking to you for hours, but at the same time, I feel like there isn’t much more to be said.
I love you Peter, and I know that you will get through this. I believe in you and know that you will do great things in life. There is nothing that you can’t do if you put your mind to it. Keep fighting the good fight. Or should I say keep swinging the good swing. Maybe I should go for, ‘May the Force be with you’? Hopefully that made you laugh or at least smile. God, your smile can save lives. So I feel that it is my personal duty right here and now to remind you to smile everyday. More importantly be the reason someone else smiles.
The world can be dark and scary and cruel. But there is so much beauty and goodness. You just have to seek it out. I wish you the absolute best this world has to offer. I love you, always and forever.
Oh by the way, just in case there is any doubt, I am totally okay with you move on. In fact I want you to. Find a girl that makes you happy, who makes you more, and then allow yourself to enjoy it. Absolutely under no circumstance do I want you to use me as an excuse to stop living.
Stay Gold Spider-Man.
And with that, the camera clicked off and the video ended. Peter replayed it again, taking in your voice and smile. This whole thing felt so surreal, like a bad dream that he had simply yet to wake from. That video though, it was something he hadn’t realized that he needed until he had seen it. It was like the fog was beginning to clear and he knew that everything would be okay.
When he woke up, he ate half of his lunch, which satisfied Aunt May. He then sat at his desk to do the impossible task before him. He had to figure out what it was that he wanted to say at your funeral the next day. He must have written and deleted at least 10 speeches. Nothing was good enough. It needed to be perfect. He would sit there in front of that computer for hours. When he finished, he was entirely shocked to see that it was after 2 am.
May woke him up so that he had plenty of time to get ready for the service. The drive there was silent and Peter was thinking over his speech. When he arrived, Tony came to greet him. He wasn’t surprised to see many of the avengers in attendance. You were always with him at the tower and had become close to several of them. The service was short and sweet, your mom spoke, and then she asked for him to come up and say a few words.
It was in the moment that he reached the podium that he decided to entirely disregard his speech. And instead, speak from his heart.
“From the time I was a little kid, I always wanted to be one of the avengers. I wanted to have superpowers and make the world a better place. Y/n taught me that you don’t have to have powers to change the world. You just have to make a choice to be kind and do the right thing. She was one of the bravest and most beautiful people I have ever met. She always saw the best in people and went out of her way to make a difference in the lives of others. She radiated kindness, and inspired those who knew her. She always was there for me and never gave up on me. She taught me how to find the good in everything. She was the love of my life, my best friend, and my hero. She taught me how to become something more than I ever thought I could be. She saved my life in more ways than one and I will carry her with me every day of my life.” he finished quickly returning to his seat.
After that, you were buried and everyone went their separate ways. The following Monday, Peter finally went back to school. It wasn’t easy, but he had to start somewhere. It would take him three more days before he was able to put the Spider-Man suit back on. From there, he took it day by day. Some were harder than others, but he persisted. He walked at graduation and then swung by your grave to talk to you about his future plans. He was sure that you were proud of him. He spent most of his summer in the Avengers tower with Tony. In the fall, he’d be attending college. And from there who knew what would happen. But whatever life threw at him, he would remember to seek out the good and to do kindness recklessly as you had taught him.
A/N: This is sad, but that’s okay. There is character death and also a car accident. There will be a part two, named AFTER, coming out very shortly.
“When you can do the things that I can and you don’t and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you”
That quote was Peter’s answer when Tony had asked him why he was Spider-Man. He knew that he could use his power to do a multitude of things, but he had decided to use it to help people, to protect his community, to be a hero.
But what was the point now? What was the point of any of this if he couldn’t save you?
Every time he closed his eyes he was back in that car. The two of you were on your way to celebrate your two year anniversary. You were talking about your plans for college and your graduation that was right around the corner. Peter had been planning everything out about this night for weeks. He was nervous that he had gone slightly overboard, but Mr. Stark and Pepper assured him that it was going to be perfect.
He looked over at you as you were singing along to one of your favorite songs on the radio. His chest filled with adoration and eased any nerves that he had. He was about to continue the conversation when his spidey senses went off. He quickly looked for the source of danger but was cut off as a car collided with your own on the driver’s side.
The next thing he remembered was the smell. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly, maybe the car’s fuel, maybe the airbags. Then the pain. He reached up to feel the side of his head which was covered in blood. He seemed to be pinned to the seat. He was extremely disoriented and found it hard to focus. That was at least until the panic set in. He remembered where he was and who he was with. He looked over and realized that you weren’t in the car.
He struggled through the previously unrealized pain in his shoulder to reach his phone. He called the one person who could help him, the person who had always been there to help him.
“Hello Pete, how’s the big date going? Give her the ring yet?”
“T-Tony-”
“Peter what’s wrong? Where are you?” he cut him off already summoning one of his suits.
“We were- there was a car- and I-” Peter tried but he was freaking out.
“Friday track Peter’s location and notify 911” Tony said to his AI.
“Peter, it’s okay I’m on my way, are you hurt?”
“I’ll b-be fine. No-nothing worse than I’ve dealt w-with before,” he answered.
“And how’s Y/n?”
“I-I don’t know. She’s n-not in the car and I can’t g-get out,” he replied as his breathing started to get faster.
“It’s okay Pete, just try to calm down. I’m almost there and help is on the way,” Tony reassured.
“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter breathed,
True to his word, Tony touched down moments later. Seeing the state off the two cars he was surprised that anyone was going to be walking away from the accident. He quickly went to where Peter was and started to get him out of the car.
“No, go find Y/n first. I’ll be fine. Just go help her.” he pleaded.
Tony moved around to where you were laying on the ground. He immediately knelt down and had Friday scan your vitals. You were seemingly unconscious with a large piece of glass sticking out of your chest and blood from where your head met the cement. Friday’s scan showed that you had multiple broken bones and were in critical condition with almost no chance of survival. Tony knew that he couldn’t risk moving you, especially since he had no way to stabilize you. He also knew that while help was coming, that it wouldn’t get there in time. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he returned to Peter.
“How is she? She’s okay right?” Peter asked hopefully.
“Kid- she,” Tony started.
Peter didn’t even need to see his face to know. That tone is the same tone every adult used when they told him devastating news. It was the tone from when his parents died. The tone from when his uncle was murdered.
“No, she has to be okay, she-” he started crying.
“Pete, she’s not-, I need to get you out of here so you can say goodbye,” Tony tried, his own emotion taking over.
He used the strength of his suit to pull the door off of the mutilated car. He then carefully readjusted Peter’s seat to free him. He had Friday do a scan to see the severity of his injuries. Besides the shoulder and concussion, he had bruised ribs and was experiencing multiple symptoms of shock. Tony helped him out and supported most of his weight as he led him to you.
Peter immediately sunk down and was debating the best way to hold you. He wanted more than anything to pull you into his arms, but he was so afraid of making things worse. Tears were gliding down his cheeks as took your hand in his and called your name. Despite how much he wanted you to be okay, somewhere deep down he knew Tony was right. This was it. He was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard your quiet voice.
“P-Peter?”
“Hey, I’m right here,” he said as he leaned over you so you could see his face.
“What happened?” you asked struggling through your thoughts.
“We were in a car accident, but it’s okay help is on the way,”
“Peter, you’re bleeding,” you say taking in his appearance. You made the mistake of trying to sit up and grimaced in pain.
“Easy Y/n, just try to lie still,” he all but whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” you said as tears escaped your eyes.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,”
“I ruined our date,” you tried
“What? This? This is still not the worst date I’ve been on,” he tried to joke.
You smiled. God he loved that smile. He wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile. This was so unfair. Why? Why did this have to happen to you? Why now?
“Peter, what’s wrong?”
But even as the words left your mouth, you knew. You knew that you weren’t going to be okay. That this was how it would end. And, you realized that Peter most know this too. You didn’t want to go, you didn’t want to leave him. It was supposed to be the two of you against the world. You were supposed to graduate together, and go to college, and get married, and have kids, and make the world a better place. There was so much that you were supposed to do. But none of that mattered now did it? You braced yourself and decided to make the most of the few minutes you may have left.
“I love you so much, Peter Parker,” you started.
“Y/n, please don’t,” he cried.
“Pete, you are the bravest, kindest, person I know. You’ll be okay. It’ll take time but-”
“Stop it!”
“It’s okay Peter,”
“No, it’s not, I can’t lose you too,” he cried.
You were at a loss for words. The excruciating pain you once felt was numbing. You knew that you were running out of time.
“Peter, tell me you love me,”
“I do, I-I love you so-so much,” he sobbed.
“Promise- Promise me- you’ll move on. That you’ll be happy,”
“Y/n I-”
“Promise, that you won’t shut down. You have so many people who love you. Let them help you,” you struggled as it became harder and harder to breath, unconsciousness - no, death- was creeping in.
“I promise,” he replied.
“Good,” you whispered eyes closing and chest falling for the last time.
“Y/n? Y/n wake up. Come on I don’t want to do this with out you. Just-just stay with me. Help is coming. I-I love you. I love you so much.” Peter cried pulling your lifeless body off of the ground and craddling you in his arms.
Tony, who had returned from helping the people in the other car, minimized his suit and went over to Peter. He honestly didn’t know what to do, his heart broke for the kid. He gently went to his side putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder.
“She’s gone,” he whispered.
“I know Pete,” he said sadly.
“We should really get you back to the tower, to the med-bay, I can have Happy go pick up your aunt.”
“I don’t want to leave her.”
“The paramedics are here, they’re going to take her.”
Peter looked up for the first time since it had happened. The road was now blocked off. The police and ambulances were here. People were trying to see what had happened. He knew Tony was right. It was time for him to leave. So he hugged you one last time placed a kiss on your head and laid you down on the ground, pausing to close your eyes. He took once last glance before allowing Tony to guide him away.
summary: peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else.
notes: u guys…i love peter parker so much okay!!! also this is a short fic bc i have a longer one in the works. yes i realize this is 4k words but like, that’s short for me ok bye happy reading!
warnings: typos, probably.
Peter Parker sat on the ledge of your fire escape, careful to avoid the patches of snow from the previous day. It had been a long night of patrolling and his lower back ached to no end. The familiar space spread warmth to Peter’s chest as he attempted to collect his breath, the inside of his suit scratching against his skin.
It had been dark out for a few hours. Peter knew that May would be going to sleep in an hour, leaving the perfect opportunity for him to slip back into his bedroom undetected. He had lied to her earlier, saying that he’d be studying with a group of friends he had made at university earlier that semester. But he had other places he needed to be.
He would be lying if he said his only reason for patrolling was to keep his city out of danger. While that was a big motivation for him to put his suit on, the other reason was because he wanted to see you.
Imagine Peter Parker being excited to see you when he gets home from Titan, after surviving the snap.
requested by: anon a/n: this takes place in a wonderful universe at the beginning of endgame where peter never gets snapped!!
He just couldn’t wait to see you. Stuck together on Titan, Tony had told him more than once to shut up and, though Nebula had said very little, somehow he knew she wanted to end him. But eventually, as the food, water and oxygen began to wear thin, Tony stopped resisting the boy’s rambles.
He knew talking about you was really the only thing keeping him hopeful that he’d see Earth again, kept him from mourning those he saw disappear into dust. They’d sit together in the cockpit, drifting in unknown darkness, and Peter would just think out loud, his weak, gasping voice carrying the only warmth in the void of space. His smile would grow at the thought of how you instinctively tucked your hair behind your ear when you focused on your schoolwork, how you covered your mouth when you laughed. Oh, your laugh. That kept him alive.
Soon it came to it that Tony decided he wanted to meet you. You’d become such an image of survival to him, even if he didn’t know what you looked like. He promised himself he’d make sure Peter would see you, so when the food got scarce, he gave Peter his rations, just in case he could make it home.
And he did.
Thanks to a starwoman, the ship was taken home to Earth, and Peter, though physically incapable, was itching to see you. He’d ask about you while he was being tended to in the hospital, and blow up your phone.
He guessed that you must have been busy when you didn’t answer him right away - he knew you must have been worried. Why else wouldn’t you answer?
It wasn’t until they brought him the news of Aunt May that it ever occurred to him that Thanos’ powers worked on Earth too. Of course, it seemed obvious now that he knew, but his mind was too occupied with thoughts of you to even consider that you hadn’t made it.
But you hadn’t.
Tony would hear his raw, heaving cries from his hospital room. Bedridden, with nurses urging him to stay where he lay, he couldn’t go to the devastated boy - but the way it wrenched his heart told him everything he needed to know. He knew what’d happened.
And right then, with Peter’s cries fuelling the tear that slipped down his own cheek, he made a promise to himself. He’d bring you back. Whatever it took.
Imagine selling Peter Parker a necklace in Venice.
requested by: me warnings: KINDA FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS but nothing plotty so ?? not really ? but sorta.
The sun shone on the water in Venice, and you watched it through the window of your grandfather’s jewellery shop. Gondolas floated by carrying lovesick couples and you couldn’t help but simultaneously dislike and admire them. But one day you’d have the chance to see the city through a lovers’ eyes, surely. You dreamed of the day.
Elbow on the desk and chin in your hand, you dazed through the minutes, visions of romance with a guy you hadn’t met yet dancing before your eyes.
If you focused enough, you could make out a face.
Dark hair, sharp jaw, an eyebrow that seemed like it wanted to be brushed. A brown eyes set in a gentle expression - he’d have a sweetness that no one could replicate.
You imagined him at the window, eyeing glass necklaces in the window. You’d send him a breezy smile when he looks in, and he’d be a little flustered, but manage to shoot one right back.
And then he’d stumble into the shop, backpack slung over his shoulder, and say a heavily accented “Ciao.”
You smiled dreamily. It was almost as if he was real. “Ciao.”
He bounced on his feet a little, awkwardness seeping through. “Hi, um, I was wondering- I’m looking for a necklace? A black dahlia one?”
His voice was eager, ernest. But wait, his English- well, it was English, and you could barely understand. This boy was actually American. He wasn’t in your head.
You gasped and snapped upright, a deep blush dusting your cheeks and ears to the point that you were nervous you’d break a sweat. His brows shot up at your sudden energy and change of disposition, and an awkward laugh fell from his lips.
“Uh, you okay?”
You brushed a couple of strands of hair out of your face and joined his laugh, acutely aware of your heavy accent. And then, acutely aware that you were aware of it. You dealt with American tourists daily - why were you suddenly like this? You cleared your throat and reassured, “I’m okay, very good. Necklace?”
He smiled again, nodding. “Yeah, a black dahlia one? You know, like the murder.”
“Murder,” you scoffed, “I know. I think I have it-?” You emerged from behind the counter and led the boy to a flower collection by another window, cursing yourself for not trying harder in your English lessons. The words wouldn’t come to your mind when you spoke to him, and then they felt clumsy in your mouth when you tried to use them. So much for elegance.
Your fingers knocked pendants aside to find a certain one that hung from the holder, and your excitement spiked when you found the one you wanted. You unhooked it and turned to show him, but-
He was right there. He must have been leaning with you to look over your shoulder, and when you turned he accidentally elbowed your… front curves.
“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t mean-” he professed, taking a huge step backwards, hands open and high in front of him. He cleared his throat when you shook your head, just as pink as him, the delicious smell he wore swirling in your mind. “No no no, no worries.”
Whether it was feigned surprise or he was just trying to disperse the embarrassment, you couldn’t tell, but as soon as his eyes sought the pendant he announced, “Hey, that’s perfect!”
He bent to inspect it, and you took the opportunity to take in his expression. The wonder on his face was so endearing, and you couldn’t help the curve that pulled your lips.
You weren’t sure what it was, but something possessed you and made you voice your thoughts in Italian. “So are you.”
Summary: After ten years of not seeing Peter Parker, the two of you are reunited at Felicia Hardy’s charity event, and you both discover that much has changed.
Warnings: lil bit of angst, swearing, fluff, mentions of character death
Words: 1992
Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N: I told myself I wouldn’t wouldn’t write a sequel to All Too Well, but I folded against peer pressure so here you guys go! I hope you all enjoy it as much as the first part, and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx
You pulled your coat tighter around your body as you trailed behind your parents at a snail’s pace, reluctant to be here. You hadn’t gone with your mom and dad to the church service because you felt that it would have been inappropriate under previous circumstances. However, your mom and dad had convinced you to go to the churchyard with them.
That was where you saw him, his cheeks were red from the chilling wind and there were tear streaks on his cheeks. You guessed that Peter had been out here for a while. You bit your lip as you watched him with his Aunt, and you longed to share your condolences with Peter but he wouldn’t want to hear it from you.
“I think you should go and say something, Y/N,” your mom nudged her arm against yours and you glanced at her with a sigh.
“We’re not friends anymore, mom, come on. Let’s go,” you glanced at Peter one more time before you turned and walked away.
It felt like you were walking away from Peter Parker forever, but that was what you wanted wasn’t it? You once told Peter that you never wanted to see him or Spider-Man ever again.
10 Years Later…
You fidgeted with your red floor length dress as you walked into the huge roof top bar where the Hardy’s were holding their charity function.
“Right, we put in an appearance to be polite and then we’re out of here,” your dad groaned as he rubbed his temples.
You rolled your eyes, your parents thought that the Hardy’s were snobby and entitled but you liked them well enough, especially Felicia. Speaking of Felicia, the beautiful blonde woman came sauntering towards you in one of her usual slinky black dresses and diamonds around her neck.
“Y/N!” she grinned as she greeted you with a flute of sparkling pink champagne, which was very on-brand of her, “how are you?” you smiled as you took the champagne.
“I’m good thank you, how are you?”
She shrugged as you walked to the balcony which had an amazing view of the city below, “these parties are exhausting but it’s for a good cause so I can cope with them,” she grinned as she took a sip of her champagne.
You laughed as you leaned your hip against the balcony railing, you wouldn’t mind having a huge party nearly every weekend, “you always say that, but out of everyone you always seem to have the best time.”
Felicia smirked at your words, “true, at least I didn’t have to organise it this time, Jameson from The Daily Bugle organised it, he’s got one of his photographers to document it. In fact, here’s Jameson’s photographer now.”
Your mouth went dry as you stared at the tall handsome man who was making his way outside, he wore that black suit so well, like he was made for it. With his artfully tousled hair and his bright brown eyes, he looked like an absolute dream. Over the past ten years he had only seemed to grow more handsome.
Felicia smirked at him as he walked closer to the pair of you and she gestured between you and Peter, “Parker, this is…” she trailed off when she noticed Peter staring at you with polite shock etched on his face.
“Y/N.”
“Hi, Peter,” you smiled as you took a huge gulp of your champagne.
“You guys know each other?” Felicia asked as she looked between the two of you and raised an eyebrow.
Peter nodded, running a hand through his hair, “we went to high school together.”
“Well, well,” Felicia smirked, “I’ll leave you two to catch up, I’m gonna go and see where Flash has got to,” she waved at the both of you before she walked back into the party.
Peter smiled at you, “hey.”
“Hi,” you flushed, the atmosphere suddenly feeling very tense.
“Look, Y/N,” he began with a sigh and you glanced at the gorgeous man who was biting his lip and looking very guilty. You knew at once what he was going to say.
“Peter, don’t you dare.”
Peter looked at you with wide, shocked eyes, “what?”
“Are you about to apologise?”
“Well, yeah,” Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
You shook your head as you placed your hand on his arm, “you don’t have to apologise.”
The man frowned, “but I hurt you.”
He had hurt you, you weren’t about to disagree with that but you deemed it time to put the past behind you, “you did, but Peter, we were kids and I handled it the wrong way, a knee-jerk reaction I guess. I know it’s been a long time but please, can we start again?”
Peter grinned, looking very relieved as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “of course, Y/N. How have you been?”
Over Peter’s short break from work you learned that he went to college in the city – where he met Felicia – and he’d gone on to work as a photographer for The Daily Bugle. It seemed like the perfect job for him, in high school he was hardly seen without a camera. In turn, he learned that you had been living in the South of France before recently moving back to the city because you missed your family. It felt great to have Peter back in your life and you had the best time catching up with him but something gnawed at your conscience.
“Peter, I’m so sorry about what happened to Gwen,” you smiled sadly as you took a sip of your champagne.
Peter nodded as he raked a hand through his hair and he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, “I saw your folks at the funeral.”
The guilt in your heart only seemed to increase, “I came to the churchyard but I didn’t let you see me, that’s why I didn’t come to the funeral because I didn’t want to upset you by being there.”
Peter shook his head, “it would have been good to see you, Y/N.”
“Parker!” a shout came from inside of the bar, interrupting the conversation between you and Peter.
“Fuck! That’s my cue, I should go. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he pressed a fleeting kiss to your cheek before he ran into the party to appease his boss.
You walked into the bar and met Felicia with a grin and she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “y’know, you and Peter would make a pretty cute couple,” you scoffed at your friend’s words but you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up.
At the end of the night, you said goodbye to Felicia, promising that you’d meet up with her again soon, and you walked over to where Peter was sitting at an empty table, going through his photographs of the night. You didn’t notice his disgruntled expression until you sat opposite him.
“Hey, that isn’t the face of an award winning photographer,” you laughed.
Peter looked up at you with a dead pan look, “ha, ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh,” he sighed, “I’m gonna have to hail a cab, I’ve missed my last fucking train.”
Your eyes bugged out, was he crazy? “you can’t! A cab is gonna cost the money you made tonight.”
Peter rolled his eyes with the ghost of a smirk on his lips, “well, I guess that I could swing home.”
That was an even worse idea, “have you been drinking?” you quirked an eyebrow and folded your arms. Peter nodded with a sheepish look on his face, “yeah, you’re not swinging home,” you hesitated as you came up with an idea, though it might have been the worst idea you’d had all night, “come on, you can stay the night at my place.”
Peter’s eyes widened as he began to stutter and stammer, you were sure that he was going to refuse but his reply surprised you, “are you sure?” he asked and you ruffled his hair, it felt soft beneath your fingertips.
“Positive, come on.”
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you set up the spare bed, making sure that Peter would be as comfortable as possible. It was strange, before tonight you thought that you’d never see Peter Parker again and now he was sleeping in your spare bed. With a nervous smile, you turned back to Peter and gestured at the set of drawers.
“There should be some clothes in there that should fit.”
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“You’re welcome, let me know if you need anything,” you smiled and Peter nodded, his brown eyes sparkling.
“Night, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Pete,” you grinned as you got yourself off to bed.
After a good night’s rest, you decided to make your favourite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup and rashers of bacon. Just as you were serving up the pancakes, Peter came padding into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in different directions and he was bleary eyed, he looked adorable.
“Morning, Pete, did you sleep alright?” you smiled as you made a pot of coffee.
Peter shot you a sleepy smile that made you flush, “I had an amazing sleep, thank you, your spare bed is so comfortable. Thank you for letting me stay.”
“No problem, want some breakfast?” you smiled, placing a plate of pancakes and maple syrup on the table and he groaned.
“They look so good.”
“Dig in,” you pushed the plate towards him and he shot you a grateful smile, there was a comfortable silence as you both ate your breakfast and drank your coffee.
Peter broke the silence about ten minutes later, “you know we should go and get dinner together sometime.”
You felt your cheeks heat up and you had to tell yourself that he wasn’t asking you out, it was just going to be you two grabbing some food together. You were not about to get your hopes up and make the same mistake as you did in high school, “sure thing.”
Peter shot you a winning smile as he stood up from the kitchen table with his empty plate, placing it in the sink, “thank you for breakfast,” he was so close to you that you could see the syrup shining on his lips and your stomach did somersaults.
“Sure,” you trailed off when his warm hand cupped your cheek and you wanted to lean into it but instead you looked up at him, blinking rapidly, “what are you doing?” you murmured.
“Well, I was thinking of kissing you.”
You swallowed and licked your lips, noticing his eyes following the movement of your tongue, you felt like a love struck teenager all over again, “do you really think that’s a good idea, regarding our previous history?” you asked and he smiled, his thumb rubbing along your jaw.
“Things are different now.”
You knew he was right, things were different and you wanted to kiss him, really you did but you were still reluctant, “what if I don’t want you to kiss me?”
Immediately he let his hand drop from your cheek and he took a step back, “if you don’t want me to kiss you, then I won’t Y/N, of course I won’t,” he smiled.
You missed his touch and his warmth at once and you bit your lip as you looked at him, weighing up all the pros and cons in your head, “oh, what the hell,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, delving your fingers into his hair.
Peter leaned down to kiss you and you sighed against his lips as you tasted the sticky maple syrup and your hands came to rest on his chest. This could turn out to be the worst mistake that you’d ever make but as Peter deepened the kiss, you were surprised to find that you just didn’t care. All you could focus on was Peter’s lips against yours.
Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of character death, ooc, swearing
Words:2112
Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!
A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx
Your first few weeks in the new, New York was pretty uneventful, you had yet to find yourself a job, you didn’t want any old shitty job, you wanted to be happy in your work. And, plus, you could afford to wait for a job that you’d actually like. You’d recently had an interview with a local newspaper called, ‘The Daily Bugle,’ to be one of their writers. The guy in charge, J. Jonah Jameson was kind of a crank but he didn’t ask too many questions, thankfully.
What would you have said if he had questioned you anyway? You couldn’t exactly say, ‘hey buddy, don’t mind me, I think I just zipped in from another universe,’ that was one sure way to get yourself locked up in the psych ward.
It was too late for you to enrol in university but you’d started going to night classes for criminal psychology, which had been your major when you lived in the old New York. You’d made some new friends who felt like family already, in such a short amount of time and you’d never had that before.
On a less positive note, you hadn’t seen Peter since he helped you move into your apartment, he hadn’t text or called, and to be honest, you didn’t want to bother him.
You shivered in the cold wind as you walked down the street, you should have put a jacket on but it really would have ruined your outfit. Betty was standing outside the bar, smoking a cigarette, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. Ever since you met her she was always saying that she was going to quit. That seemed to go out of the window every time she drank.
“Hey, Y/N!” Betty grinned as you walked up to her, “you look cute!” she pulled you into a hug, smelling like cigarette smoke and that mint gum she was always chewing.
“Thank you! You do too,” you smiled at her before turning your attention to the bar behind her, “so this is a dive bar, huh?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, you didn’t have to go into a dive bar to know that it wasn’t your scene.
Betty nodded, her eyes widening, “you’ve never been to a dive bar before?” when you shook your head she gasped dramatically, “so, let me get this straight, you’ve never been to a bar with a disgusting sticky floor and spent all night playing pool and drinking shit beer?”
“Yeah, I’ve definitely never been to one,” you fought hard to supress your shudder but you were unsuccessful.
Betty laughed at the expression on your face as she put out her cigarette, “well, sweetie, I’m afraid being friends with me is going to change that,” she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you into the bar.
Betty was right, the floor was horribly sticky and the music was loud enough to shake the walls. But, that wasn’t what drew your attention, what did draw your attention was the handsome boy with fluffy brown hair nursing a pint of beer with a lost look in his puppy dog brown eyes. He looked so sad.
“Peter?” you called out as you walked up to him and he looked up with a raised brow, “Peter hey,” you smiled and gave him a little wave.
Peter gave you a polite nod as he took a sip of his beer, “Y/N, how are you?” he asked with the ghost of a smile on his face.
“I’m good, how are you?” you asked, twisting the ring on your finger, something you did when you were feeling nervous. You had been imagining what it would be like to see him again, you just didn’t know it would be this nerve wracking.
“I’m good.”
“Y/N, how good to see you again.” Felicia Hardy sneered as she slipped in the seat next to Peter and you had this nagging feeling that you were intruding.
You looked between her and Peter, he looked somewhat uncomfortable as the beautiful woman wrapped an arm around his bicep. Her long red nails tapped against Peter’s skin as she smirked at you.
“I’ll see you later, Peter,” you sighed and turned back to Betty without waiting for a reply.
“I saw that longing look, Y/N and I wouldn’t go there if I were you, I went to high school with Peter and he hasn’t dated anyone since Gwen.”
“Who’s Gwen?” you asked, waving at Flash who’d already set the pool table up.
“His girlfriend, she died a few years ago and Peter blames himself, though I don’t know why. They were disgustingly in love, they definitely would have married young and have had five kids or something. But, he hasn’t dated anyone since she died so I wouldn’t waste your time unless you want your heart broken.”
Your heart hurt on Peter’s behalf, you had no idea that he had suffered so much at such a young age. You glanced back at Peter to find that Felicia quite literally had her claws into him. They must have a solely physical arrangement.
“Why the long face, Y/N? It’s Friday night,” Flash chuckled as he held out a pool cue and you took it with a smile.
Before you could reply, Betty beat you to it, “we just saw Peter Parker.”
Flash nodded as he leaned across the pool table to take his first shot, “Parker’s a good guy.”
Betty sighed and bumped her arm against yours, “she’s got a crush on him.”
Flash’s eyes flickered over to you so fast that you were kind of embarrassed, “yeah, I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”
“Yeah I told her.”
“I wish you would stop talking about me as if I’m not here,” you sighed, “and I do not have a crush on him!” you protested, rolling your eyes at Betty’s disbelieving look, “I don’t!”
You tried to have a good night with your friends and you did for the most part. However, the talk of Gwen and Peter had put a damper on things, you couldn’t believe how much he’d been through, losing someone so important to him. You decided to leave a little earlier than planned, rejecting your friend’s offers to come with you, you still wanted them to have a good night. You knew that Betty was going to end up in bed with Flash, even though she’d said a million times that she wouldn’t go there again.
You hadn’t drunk all that much so you put your warm pyjamas on, got yourself a hot chocolate and sat out on your balcony with a blanket to watch New York’s nightlife. You were out on the balcony for twenty minutes before a figure in red and blue zipped across the skyline. Your heart soared and you smiled as the hero came to land on your balcony.
“Hey, Spidey,” you grinned as you took a sip of your hot chocolate.
“It’s, Y/N right?” his voice was muffled by his mask but you could still hear the smile in his voice.
You laughed, “yes, do you remember the names of all the women you save?”
“The pretty ones certainly make a lasting impression,” you flushed at his words, “shit, I’m sorry that was a real dick thing to say.
You shrugged and shook your head, “it’s okay. I realise that I never thanked you for saving my life.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Spider-Man waved away your thanks.
“I do, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you, so thank you,” you smiled.
“You’re welcome,” he nodded before he fiddled with his fingers, “so um, how are you feeling?”
You smiled, it was so sweet that he seemed to care, “much better, though I do have a wicked scar so I certainly won’t be wearing a bathing suit for a while. Thank you for asking though,” you hesitated as you looked up at the masked hero, “what are you doing here, Spider-Man?” you were merely curious.
“I was just in the neighbourhood but I probably should go,” he glanced over his shoulder.
It was a strange sensation but you didn’t want to see him go, “wait! I didn’t mean it like that, you can stay for a while.”
“I know, I know, don’t worry but I really do have to go. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he zipped away on his webs before you could return his farewell. You were left staring after the superhero with a frown on your face.
——————————-
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.
Anon asked: Plz an imagine Peter Parker where he’s best friends with y/n but secretly likes her and gets pissed off when a jock flirts with her so he uses his spidey powers and kicks his ass? And then you decide where it goes from there, haha sorry if this is too long. thanks pal ;)
“Like I said, nothing to worry ab-” Peter faded out as he stuck his head into his locker to rummage around while Y/N leaned against the ones next to him.
“Nothing to worry about,” you scoffed, chipping at the already peeling cobalt blue paint covering the locker. “Coming from Peter Parker, the smartest kid in this school, I’m sure you are completely right. Nothing to worry about for you.“
You glanced around Midtown high school with a heavy sigh as a loud crash echoed from your best friends locker.
Not even flinching, your face broke into a smirk. Who knows what that boy had shoved in that poor thing.
Before you could say anything, his voice called out, "I’m okay!"
Laughing, and shaking your head, you looked away to see Flash Thompson smiling down at you.
Anon asked: Plz an imagine Peter Parker where he’s best friends with y/n but secretly likes her and gets pissed off when a jock flirts with her so he uses his spidey powers and kicks his ass? And then you decide where it goes from there, haha sorry if this is too long. thanks pal ;)
“Like I said, nothing to worry ab-” Peter faded out as he stuck his head into his locker to rummage around while Y/N leaned against the ones next to him.
“Nothing to worry about,” you scoffed, chipping at the already peeling cobalt blue paint covering the locker. “Coming from Peter Parker, the smartest kid in this school, I’m sure you are completely right. Nothing to worry about for you.“
You glanced around Midtown high school with a heavy sigh as a loud crash echoed from your best friends locker.
Not even flinching, your face broke into a smirk. Who knows what that boy had shoved in that poor thing.
Before you could say anything, his voice called out, "I’m okay!"
Laughing, and shaking your head, you looked away to see Flash Thompson smiling down at you.
Anon asked: Plz an imagine Peter Parker where he’s best friends with y/n but secretly likes her and gets pissed off when a jock flirts with her so he uses his spidey powers and kicks his ass? And then you decide where it goes from there, haha sorry if this is too long. thanks pal ;)
“Like I said, nothing to worry ab-” Peter faded out as he stuck his head into his locker to rummage around while Y/N leaned against the ones next to him.
“Nothing to worry about,” you scoffed, chipping at the already peeling cobalt blue paint covering the locker. “Coming from Peter Parker, the smartest kid in this school, I’m sure you are completely right. Nothing to worry about for you."
You glanced around Midtown high school with a heavy sigh as a loud crash echoed from your best friends locker.
Not even flinching, your face broke into a smirk. Who knows what that boy had shoved in that poor thing.
Before you could say anything, his voice called out, "I’m okay!"
Laughing, and shaking your head, you looked away to see Flash Thompson smiling down at you.
You stiffened, but still managed to smile convincingly.
"Hey Flash,” you greeted casually and heard a thump in the locker. You froze, shoving your elbow into the door with a loud bang.
Wincing, you looked up at Flash, who had joined in leaning on the locker next to you.
“Hey (Y/N), are you going to the game tonight?"
You shifted slightly, Flash had never picked on you personally, in fact many speculated he actually like you, but the mere fact he tormented Peter made casual conversation absolutely unbearable.
"I’m, um, actually I’m studying for the BioChem test with-" You broke off as some of the other football players joined him.
"Studying? Come on! I’ll save you a seat and you can keep my jacket in case you get cold,” he grinned and you smiled back uncomfortably.
“Thanks Flash, but, um,” you glanced at your feet for a moment. “I promised to study with him, so I can’t. Thank you for the offer though.”
He stiffened.
“Him? Peter Park-”
“Look, like I said Flash, I appreciate the offer but no thank you. See you around.”
His face hardened and he nodded, his buddies were laughing and you rubbed your arm nervously. You overheard them saying things about you as they walked the other direction and you glared, turning around to shut Peter’s locker angrily.
He glanced at you, a Statistics book clenched between his teeth as he shoved the other books and binders into his bag.
“Why me?” You groaned and he rose an eyebrow. “Did you… miss all of that?” His brown eyes crossed to focus on the book in his mouth as he zipped up his black backpack. Reaching up and grabbing it, you laughed slightly.
He huffed- the pieces of hair falling into his eyes blowing up for a brief moment.
“Thanks,” he muttered as he turned to glare at the blue and gold Letterman jackets as he took the book you held out to him, “I heard parts of it."
You shouldered your backpack and nudged him.
"Don’t look so mad about it, Hulk. Besides, studying with you is way better than going to a Midtown high football game."
Peter smiled, but you didn’t catch him narrowing his eyes towards Flash Thompson.
Later that night you knocked on his apartment door, a supermarket bag full of chips and gummy bears in one hand and your book bag slung over your shoulder.
"Hey Aunt May!” You greeted as she peeked through the door, “Peter and I have a study date,” you held up the bag and she smiled.
“Of course! Well, I didn’t know about it… but you’re welcome here anytime Y/N,” she unlatched the door and welcomed you in with a hug.
“Peter isn’t home yet, he said something about running to grab something from the store, but he should be home any minute.” She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “He never changes. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Some water would be fantastic! I’ll just go set these down in his room.” You walked down the hallway and opened his door, jumping in shock as the window slammed shut at the same time. You cautiously set your bags down on his bed and looked at the window, a faint shimmer coming off the outside latch. Stepping to it, you pulled it up and leant your head out, twisting so as to get a better look.
You pulled your hand back quickly as you had found a sticky residue on the latch. You squirmed as you realized it must have been a spiderweb. Those things littered the fire escapes and windows next to them.
“Y/N?"
Jumping and slamming your shoulder into the wall, you groaned as you leaned back into his room.
Peter looked at you quizzically, a wrinkled jacket in his hand and a… "WHAT THE HELL PETER PARK-”
He had sped over to you in record time, a hand covering your mouth.
“Is everything alright?” Aunt May’s voice shouted and Peter took a deep breath.
“Yeah, Aunt May! I just scared Y/N, but everything’s alright.” He paused and looked directly into your eyes. “Y/N, Y/N, please… please be quiet! Just relax, everything’s fine. Promise me you won’t shout again if I let go of your mouth?“
You nodded with frantic eyes, and he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you stepped back.
"That’s- that’s the spiderbo-”
"SpiderMan,” he interjected and you froze. He seemed to realize and held up his hands in surrender. “I mean, it’s fine, whatever you wanna call it.”
“This-” you gestured wildly around. “I- I don’t care about whatever you want to call it! I care about why on earth you’re wearing it?"
"It’s a Halloween costume?” His voice raised in octaves and you glared at him. “It’s April…” he murmured and subsequently groaned.
“Peter Parker don’t even try to lie to me.” You threatened he nodded.
“Okay, Y/N, I’m SpiderMan."
You blinked and glanced at the suit he was wearing. It seemed to make sense, his apparent strength he had gained a year or so back, the random disappearances, the cuts and bruises, the freaking latex suit he was wearing currently underneath his clothes…?
But logically, logically, it didn’t make sense at all, because this was Peter Parker, your Peter Parker, and there were many reasons it couldn’t work. A) He would have told you? Wouldn’t he? And B) he was Peter Parker, Your best friend, The boy you had known all your life.
But deep down you knew, you had known there were inconsistencies, but this made it align perfect, it all made perfect sense, but…
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
He opened his mouth, only to close it again in apparent shock.
"Why- why didn’t I tell you?” He repeated, to which you nodded.
“Why would you keep this from me?” You glanced down, your eyebrows furrowing. He grabbed your face gently and pulled it up to look at him.
“Y/N/N, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you getting hurt. I mean, it’s dangerous. If anyone knew who I was- what your connection to me was, you could get hurt! Mr. Stark…” he paused. “Just let me change and I promise I’ll explain everything."
You nodded and sat down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he quickly changed and sat next to you. You listened completely as he explained everything that had happened, and you grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
”… so I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, you’re right. I should have but I didn’t want to put you in harms way. If something happened to you, I just, I couldn’t handle it…“ Peter paused and drew in a deep breath. He wanted so desperately to say, "I couldn’t handle it if I lost you, because I love you,” But he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
“Pete,” you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I get it, I do. Not the Spiderman thing, cause that’s a little out there, but just promise not to keep things like that a secret? From here on out I know, and I’m gonna help as much as possible, okay?" He grinned at that, running his free hand through his hair with a carefree laugh. "What’s- oh my god Peter your knuckles are completely busted."
He glanced down and shrugged, nudging you.
"Yeah, but I’m SpiderMan."
You chuckled and rolled your eyes, lifting his hand closer to inspect it. "Did you do this fighting some big bad?"
"Oh yeah,” Peter nodded enthusiastically, recalling how Spiderman had confronted Flash Thompson, for a completely viable reason mind you (his buddies were dealing drugs to young kids and he needed info), and successfully punched him in the face, a rather proud accomplishment for Peter. “Yeah,” he repeated. “I got it fighting some big bad.”
//Bonus///
You’re eyes widened as the whispers flittered around you as you walked into school on Monday.
“Did you see Flash?”
“Flash Thompson has a massive black eye!”
“It Happened Friday after school!”
“He won’t say what actually happened…”
“Whoever did it sure does deserve some kind of medal!”
You turned to look incredulously towards Peter, who shrugged innocently. You picked up his nearly healed hand, but he knew what you meant.
You had a busted hand on Friday… the same time Flash Thompson gets a black eye?
He threw an arm over your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “Told ya I got it fighting a big bad.”
You didn’t think you could smile any wider.
“Be careful Peter Parker, or I may fall for my knight in red and blue latex.” “Nothing could make me happier."
In that moment, no matter how long you had previously tried to deny it, you could have kissed Peter Parker, and hopefully, someday, you would.
Summary:Peter and yourself finally figure out your feelings towards each other, in the coolest way possible.
A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been absent for a hot minute, I’ve just been crazy busy! But I’m back and writing for a bit :)
Word Count: 2,561
“No. I stand by my point. Darth Vader would win!” Ned exclaimed.
“No! You’re wrong! Goku would absolutely beat Vader!” You retorted, extended your arms out in exaggeration. Peter simply laughed as you bickered. The three of you dodged your way out of the crowded halls of Midtown Tech.
“Anakin was going to be one of the most powerful Jedi ever! That means Vader is probably the most powerful character-“
“Goku was a Super Saiyan!” You swiftly interrupted.
The warm afternoon New York breeze hit you as the three of you made it out the front doors. The mix of smog from the many taxis and pollen from the new spring trees danced together. You’d always complained about how much you hated Manhattan, but you had to admit, it was home.
“You’re wrong.” Ned stated, matter-of-factly.
“Unbelievable. We’re continuing this tomorrow Leeds!” You replied.
“Bye dude.” Peter simply smiled over at his best friend. Ned warmly fairwelled Peter, and with the quick completion of their handshake, Ned waltzed off. Peter and yourself began making your way to the train station.
In the least creepy way possible, Peter loved watching you. He watched as your lightly curled hair bounced around your shoulders as you walked. He watched the warm sunlight hit your soft cheekbones, prominating all your best features. He watched as your old, warn down Chucks scuffed along the sidewalk as you absentmindedly kicked loose rocks.
“So? Who would win?” You beamed, looking up at your best friend.
“Hmm?” He shook his head slightly, bringing his dreamy mind back to reality.
“Darth Vader or Goku?! C’mon Pete, why’re you being all spacey?” You laughed, pushing a lock of hair behind your pierced ear.
“I didn’t wanna say it at the time, but Ned’s probably right-“
“Unbelievable!” You whined. “You two obviously know nothing! We’re gonna have to touch up on your Dragon Ball Z, Parker.” Your arm extended out to jokingly nudge him. He turned his attention to your denim jacket. Hundreds of different patches scrapily sewn onto it. God, you were just so cool, Peter thought. You were always so authentically yourself, completely and happily oblivious to what others thought.
“Yea sure, when you watch the Prequels I’ll watch the rest of Dragon Ball Z.” Peter chuckled. You simply shook your head.
“You and Ned always go on about how not great those movies are, why would I bother watching them? And plus, what does that have to do with Darth Vader anyway?” You replied, Peters contagious grin rubbing off on you.
“It’s all about Anakin! It’s his whole back story! What are you talking about!?” Peter said, almost offended.
“Ohh…” you paused, “that makes sense.”
“You’re unbelievable, (Y/L/N).”
It had been years now. Years of you and Peter being besties. Your dad was really close with Richard and Ben, Peters dad and uncle. So you’d been family friends for a long time. Your mum would tell you that you always said you were going to marry Peter when you were younger because he could burp the whole alphabet! It was even better when she brought it up at the dinner table, while Peter was right there. You drifted a bit when Peter went through everything with his parents. With moving away to be with his aunt and uncle and all. You finally reconnected with him in High School. It had been like the two of you never left each other. MJ and Ned constantly mocked the pair of you for being ‘insperable’. But you two just really liked each other’s company! Or that’s at least what you told yourselves to fight off the awkward post-puberty sexual tension.
The train was crowded, as per usual. You shuffled your way through the many bodies, finding a comfortable spot for both you and Peter. His arm raised to hold the bar above him, steadying himself as the train began to move. You, however, resumed your comfortable spot of holding Peter’s other arm to steady yourself. The bar was awkwardly high for your shorter frame, and Peter obviously wasn’t complaining. Every so often your fingers would move down to intertwine with his, which was- nice. But you two never talked about it, mainly in fear of ruining the moment.
You stuck one of the AirPods in Peters ear, sticking your other one in your own ear before pressing shuffle. Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede began flowing through your ears. His gaze immediately met yours with a grin. God, you were so cool.
The influx of more persons on the train drove your body closer to Peter. The warmth of your body radiating on him, your head practically resting on his broad shoulder. Of course, he wasn’t complaining. Ever since the bite, his senses were always dialed up to eleven, it gave him raging migraines for the longest amount of time, and of course you were the first to notice when something was off with Peter. Straight after Ned found out, Peter told you what happened, and as per usual, you played it cool. After all, your main concern was Peter, not Spider-Man. After long days of heightened senses and skull-breaking headaches, you’d massage his temples for hours on end, softly speaking to him about anything to relax him. You were the one thing that dialled those senses back down to one for Peter. And, God, he loved you for it.
In usual routine, Peter and yourself stopped at the Deli on the way to Peters house. Today you were heading over to his to do your AP bio assignments together. Well, that’s what you told each other. Any excuse to be able to hang out.
“Mr and Mrs Parker!” Mr Delmar greeted the two of you in his usual fashion. You both grinned, greeting him back. The first time he did this, Peter turned into a blushing, blubbering mess. But after about the 6th time, it was purely a habit. “The usual?”
“Yes please,” Peter replied, putting two crumpled 5’s down on the counter.
“Hey Murph.” You swiftly picked up the fluffy cat, holding it in your arms as it purred softly.
“He doesn’t let anyone else pick him up like that, you know!? He’s so grumpy with everyone else, but he loves you, (Y/N).” Mr Delmar explained, laughing slightly about his ‘mean old cat’, as he put it.
Your sandwiches were made within minutes. You kindly thanked Mr Delmar and walked off to Peters apartment. Mr Delmar’s deli really did make the best sandwiches in Queens, but 4:00 PM was such a strange time to each an entire sub, which meant you almost never finished your sandwich. Luckily, Peter’s appetite was constantly through the roof. He would always finish your food for you, you’d honestly never seen someone who could eat so much. Apparently it was another one of the side-effects of the Spidey powers.
Peter unlocked the apartment building doors and the two of you walked up to his level, laughing and chatting the whole way. Conversation always flowed with Peter and yourself. It was never really that awkward, and it never had to be small talk. You two would always find yourself talking about films, physics, space, existentialism. Just all the usuals.
The pair of you waltzed into Peter’s apartment. Peter called out a loud ‘hey May!’, to which she came out of the kitchen to greet the two of you.
“Oh, hey (Y/N),” she smiled warmly, “are you staying for dinner, honey?”
“Uhm,” you quickly looked up at Peter,
“Yea, of course she is.” He responded for you,
“If it’s not too much trouble!” You quickly added,
“No it’s absolutely fine! We’re getting Chinese.” May explained, getting cut short of the conversation as Peter dragged you off to his room.
Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, letting you walk through first, and closed it behind himself. He was quick to throw his bag to the ground as make his way to his old, wooden desk. You softly sat on the bottom bunk of his bed, shuffling back slightly so your back was resting against the wall. You pulled your laptop out of your bag and opened up your assignment. Peter did the same.
An hour of studying and typing and studying and typing, and only biology related chat had passed. “Peter…” You whined. “I hate this, I hate stupid action potentials, and stupid neurons, and stupid synaptic junctions.” You continued, throwing your head back in frustration with a thudto the drywall behind you. He swivelled around in his chair, his gaze finding yours as your head lifted above your shoulders again. You pouted and batted your eyelids.
“I know, I hate it too. But it’s not really optional.” He replied. He was so studious. Which you loved, and envied. But times like these you wish he would just whip out his old, dusty Nintendo 64 and play games with you all night.
Peter wasn’t going to be that easy to get through too. You shoved your laptop off your lap, and waltzed over to where Peter was. His eyes simply followed your frame as you moved. Your body stationed next to him, and turned his chair so he was facing his desk once again, meaning you were stood behind his back. Your warm fingers ran through his brunette hair before resting on his temples. You applied just enough pressure while circling them against his skin. A loud, relieving sigh dripped from his mouth.
“You’re tense.” You whispered,
“When am I not?” He retorted, flashing a smirk.
“You weren’t before you were Spider-Man.” You responded, your voice still low but blunt.
His eyes opened, and his hands softly grabbed yours. He turned his chair to face you, your smaller hands still encapsulated in his.
“Do you not like the fact that I’m now everybody’s friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man?” He questioned, his large brown eyes staring deeply.
“No. It’s not that I don’t like it, you know I don’t have a problem with it. I just… I don’t like that it makes you like… like this.” You shrugged.
“Like what?” His voice was seemingly lower, he wasn’t necessarily whispering, but his voice was husk.
“Tense. You’re always on-edge, you’re always so stiff.” Guess it was honesty hour.
“Maybe- maybe you could help me- be less tense.” He replied, his classic Peter-style nervousness creeping through his broken sentence.
“I’m trying, I thought the head massages helped?”
“Yea- right- yep. They do help, a lot.” He stammered. “I was just- I was thinking maybe, something else?” Peter spoke. His hands had left yours and moved down to your waist, strangely enough, it wasn’t the first time they’d been there, so it wasn’t entirely weird to you.
“What’d you have in mind?” You asked, almost innocently. There was a lot of things you had wished about doing with Peter. A lot of ways you wanted to help him. You just never knew how to initate any of it. And quite frankly, you didn’t know if he felt the same.
In a sudden rush of arousal, Peter pulled you forward and you stumbled slightly. His hands asserted themselves on your upper thighs and pulled you up so they sat on either side of his lap. Without entirely realising what was happening, you were straddling him. God, he was strong. Your faces were merely inches apart. A deep rosey blush covered your cheeks and your heart pounded against your ribs. The worst part was knowing Peter could hear how fast it was beating with his heightened senses. He could obviously tell how nervous you were.
You were nervous, but comfortable. Strangely enough, this felt, comfortable. Your hands had wrapped themselves behind his neck, twirling into the soft hair at the back of his head. If there was going to be any time to kiss Peter Parker, this was definitely it.
A few sharp breaths escaped both of your mouths as your eyes gazed into each others. You both stared in a sort of ‘is this really happening?’ moment. And then, you kissed him.
Peter and your lips passionately locked together. Your raspberry lip balm now sticky against both of your mouths as your tongues finally met in the middle. This was your first kiss, and what you knew of your best friend, it was his first kiss too. In the strangest way possible, it almost felt like a flower was blooming deep in your stomach. It was the strangest, most pleasant feeling you’d had. The intensity grew gradually. The nerve endings in your skin feeling every small touch. Maybe this was how Peter felt all the time? Every so often, your head would fall away from his slightly, and every time he would pull your body back, aching for your lips to be close once again.
That’s when you felt him growing beneath you. You’d never sat on a boys lap like this. And in all honesty, you didn’t realise it could grow that quick. Your fingers grasped his brunette hair and pulled his head back gently as you drew your face away too.
You bit down on your bottom lip and grinned. He just looked back at you with wide eyes, his pupils almost entirely encapsulating his iris’.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” You blurted out, almost too quickly.
“I mean, neither have I.” He shrugged.
“That was good? Right?” You shot back.
“Well,” he glimpsed down, looking at the bulge against the zipper of his worn jeans, “yea.”
You looked at each other once again. Peter’s large hands gripped tightly against your ass checks, firmly holding you against his lap still. Your hands still lightly stroking against the back of his head. Both of you silently wondering what to do about Peter’s situation.
In a blink, Peter’s eyes unfocused from your face, and his head snapped around. “Get up.” He flashed.
“Wha?-”
There was a loud knock at the door, and just as May let herself in, Peter had hoisted you off his lap. As May entered the room, Peter sat awkwardly in his desk chair, his legs crossed over each other. And you stood just next to him, clearly unsure of why you stood there.
May glanced for a moment at the situation, realising she had probably walked in at the wrong time. “Uhm, I was thinking we could go down and get dinner now?”
You could practically feel Peter’s eyes roll.
“Sounds good. I’m starving!” You smiled at May, trying to loosen the tension.
“Cool! Grab your coat.” May stated, and with that she waltzed out again.
Peter turned the chair towards you and was about to groan before you caught his lips again. The kiss wasn’t as passionate as the first, but it was nice. It was comfortable. You never thought it would feel this heavenly kissing Peter, but, God, it did.
You pulled away just as fast as you’d initiated it.
“We should probably talk about… this?” you motioned in the space between the two of you.
“Yea.”
“I- I obviously like you.” You stated. The only reason you stated it so confidently was because of how confidently Peter had kissed you back.
“Well, I obviously like you too.” The corners of his mouth curving upwards, flashing his gorgeous, straight smile.
“Cool.” You nodded, a grin also taking form over your mouth.
AN: I’m really sorry about how inconsistent these have been but I've been really sick and also have my final exams and assignment all at the same time so i’m kind of freaking out. But i’m trying my best to keep posting :)
“Pete!” You quicken up your pace when you catch sight of your best friend Peter Parker at his locker. Upon hearing your voice he turned around, sending you a friendly smile as you approached. "Hey Y/N what’s up?“
Today the boys hair was a curly mess that you always found adorable, wanting to reach out and twirl the strands in between your fingers. But you could never do that, you were just friends. "Are we still on for tonight?"
He seemed confused as he pulled a textbook from his locker before turning his attention back to you. "Sorry?” Rolling your eyes in response you let out an audible sigh, this was typical of Peter to forget about plans. "The lego death star…“ Recognition flashed in his eyes as he shut his locker, but something was off with him. "Oh yeah of course! I wouldn’t miss it.” He’d been acting strange for a while now, always seeming so distracted and forgetting things or just not showing up to classes which Peter Parker would never have even thought of doing not so long ago. You weren’t the only one who had noticed this change in him, your friends Ned and Michelle had been worried about him too. And now as you looked at the boy that you not only cared deeply about but was in love with, you had to know what was troubling him.“Are you okay Pete? You’ve just been acting strange lately and i’m worried about you- Pete are you even listening to me?"
Noticing that Peter was staring off behind you oblivious to what you were saying, you turned around to see what could possibly be more important than yourself. But god did you wish you didn’t. Because standing at the end of the hallway was Peter’s crush Liz Allan, looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever as she walked the halls. To say the sight crumpled your heart into nothing was an understatement, you had to leave before tears started to surface in front of Peter. "Never-mind i’ll see you later.” He didn’t hear your goodbye or notice you walk away though as he was too busy staring at the girl of his dreams. The girl that wasn’t you. A few moments pass before the boy finally snaps out of his daydream, looking around confusedly as to where his best friend disappeared to. "Y/N?“
"Boys ain’t shit.” You muttered grumpily taking a seat beside Michelle in your fourth period history class. Looking up from her notes she nodded her head in agreement, twirling the pen she was writing with in her hand. "Tell me about it. So what’s got you in a mood? Is it Parker again?“
You almost let out a laugh at her words for it truly seemed like he was the reason for both your happiness and sadness lately. It would be so much easier if you could just take away your feelings for your best friend but sadly it wasn’t that simple. "When isn’t it. I can’t have a full conversation with him if Liz Allan walks past, not to mention how crappy that makes me feel because…well you know."
"You need to get over that boy Y/N, it’s breaking you. Unless you confess your feelings-"
"Nope no no way in hell is that happening. Completely out of the question."
Michelle almost let out a groan in frustration. She was honestly tired of seeing her friend hurt like this and deep down she knew Peter liked her back even if he didn’t know it himself yet. "You’ll never know if you never try.”
“I’m not gonna lose my best friend over some stupid crush okay.” You exclaimed, leaning your head on top of your arms as they rested on the desk in front of you. Michelle placed a comforting hand on her friends shoulder feeling pity for her. "Fine fine but I still think it’s your best option.“
"Hey you made it.” Bouncing up from your position on the bed you practically tackled Peter into a hug and he hadn’t even come through the door yet. He laughed at your reaction to his arrival, wrapping his arms around you in return making your heart flutter at his touch. "Of course, you said you made cookies.“
"I did.” Pulling away from his embrace you reached for the platter of chocolate chip cookies that just came out of the oven and offer them to your friend. "Uh you’re the best Y/N.“ He mumbled before stuffing a cookie into his mouth and smiling at the taste, they were always his favourite.
"Sure am.” Agreeing to his statement you set the cookies down before taking a seat on the ground in front of the lego pieces that were piled in the middle of your room. Pulling on Peter’s hand you dragged him down there with you, folding out the diagram of the death star with a determined look on your face. “Okay let’s do this!"
2 hours later
"Do you want a drink?” It was the first thing spoken in a while due to the utter concentration you both had on this project. Looking up from what he was doing Peter sent you a small smile. “Yes please."
Nodding you stood up from your spot to go to the kitchen, not getting very far however as you step on something causing extreme pain to course throughout your foot and for you to stumble forward in the process. "Ouch!” You let out before hopping around on one foot over to your bed, cradling the foot that was in pain.
"What happened?“ Concern flashed across his face as he quickly got up from the floor. "I stood on a lego and I think I rolled my ankle in the process.” Your words came out as a whine as you rubbed your ankle in an attempt to ease the pain, your explanation causing Peter to visibly wince.
“Here let me get some ice."
"No no it’s fine Pete really-”
Ignoring your refusal he rushed to the kitchen anyway knowing that you’d need to ice the injury in order for it to heal quicker. He soon returned with a bag of frozen peas, not being able to find an ice pack in the fridge. "Here this will help.“ Taking a seat beside you on the bed he took your foot and gently moved it up onto his lap, pressing the frozen peas against your ankle. You couldn’t deny that you found it incredibly cute how he was taking care of you. That was something you could always count on him for; taking care of you.
"You don’t have to do this you know.” He shrugged in response, still concentrating on icing your ankle as he spoke. "I’m your Pete, I’ll always look out for my Y/N.“
Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, he sure knew how to make a girl swoon. Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you stared at the boy in front of you but you couldn’t help it, you were a hormonal teenage girl. Momentarily forgetting about the pain in your ankle you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug causing Peter to jolt back a little in surprise before relaxing into your arms.
"Please don’t ever leave me.” You mumbled into his shirt sleeve as you felt his arms trace small circles across your back in comfort. "What? Where’d you get that idea from?“ Shaking his head and chuckling at the idea he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Continuing to talk into his shoulder you let out the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind for months now. "People change Pete. They grow up and start relationships and lose some, what if I lose you?”
He pulled away from the embrace, gently tilting your chin up to face him and taking your hands into his own. “Hey listen to me, I’ll always be here for you okay? I promise."
You find yourself speechless as you stare back at the boy you loved. It was only now that you noticed the close proximity between you both, causing your cheeks to darken into a blush. It was silent as Peter placed his hand softly against your cheek, the only sound filling the room being both of your heavy breaths. Eventually you both find yourselves starting to lean in, almost closing the gap between you when the sound of Peter’s phone ringing snaps you both out of whatever trance you were just in.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone, bringing it to his ear as he avoided eye contact with you. "May hey…okay i’ll be there soon…okay bye.” You found yourself looking at your lap, far too nervous to look at Peter right now. What if he is freaked out by what just happened? What if he knows my secret now? What if he never speaks to me again?
“I guess i’ll see you tomorrow?” You spoke up, still avoiding eye contact with him. "Um yeah, see you then.“ With that Peter reached for his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and walked out the door. You let out a groan as you leaned back onto the bed, face palming as you thought about what just occurred. "What the hell did I just do?!”
Y/N gets incorporated, episode by episode, into Teen Wolf.
Friends to Lovers type beat.
Y/N and Scott McCall have known each other since birth, being as their families were close friends. They did everything together, including meeting and befriending Stiles Stilinski. Y/N only ever knew him as Scott’s good friend. But suddenly, sophomore year changes everything. She now has to juggle everything from newly-found popularity to exposure to the supernatural world and a new romance that she’s been wishing for since she was a child.
Peter comes back to his universe after helping his other selves defeat the MCU’s newest threats only to be greeted with another enemy. In the depths of his despair, he unexpectedly finds a woman who offers to patch him up from the nasty battle he previously fought. Wondering why he felt so magnetically drawn to her, she later reveals an old nickname; MJ.
