Could I Find Homeland In You? (Peter Parker One Shot)
Summary: based on the following nonnie’s lovely prompt - Can you do a TASM!Peter x fem!reader prompt where they are childhood besties but Peter kinda starts crushing on Gwen but then after he approaches her she turns him down and the reader comforts him until he finally realizes he loves her? Kinda gets angsty when Peter tells her about Gwen bc she has also had feelings for him since forever but refuses to acknowledge them. Best friends to lovers kinda trope… loads of fluff?
hope you enjoy this my sweet nonnie <3
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, italicised words between dividers are past moments between peter and the reader. This is non canon compliant. Peter, Reader and Gwen are in university.
Don’t look at them, don’t look at them. You chant to yourself, but your eyes do fixate, on his warm grin, bright brown eyes full of mirth. Then you gaze at the person making him laugh, Gwen.
Your heart sinks, you look back down at your notebook, ideas messily strewn across the pages. Lines crossed by ink but not you.
It isn’t that you dislike her, she is a really great person, you admire her work and she is always sweet to you.
It’s just Peter parker is completely taken by her, he hasn’t told you, his childhood best friend yet about how he feels but you can see it as clear as day. Peter blushing when he speaks to Gwen or about her, longingly looking at her when she walks past the two of you.
He doesn’t need to tell you what you already know.
You just wish he would look at you that way.
Because you look at him that way but he never finds your eyes.
“Do you want to continue this later? I’m kind of tired.” You ask the remaining members of the chemistry group project, your mood souring as Peter shifts closer to Gwen, reading the contents on her laptop over her shoulder. her temple resting against his jaw.
Your mind flashes to last week when the two of you were watching the latest episode of Dynasty, that was how you both were, cuddled up the laptop resting on the makeshift pillow stand.
You shake out of the memory looking at your group,
“Yeah.” They agree, you grab your scarce materials, shuffling out the door of the open area, it reverberates a clang upon shutting.
Peter looks up after a while, from the yearbook spread on Gwen’s screen, eyes scanning the area. His eyebrows furrow noticing your absence.
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: Your Peter’s best friend. So, when he almost loses you - it’s dejavu. | 2.7k
Warning: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS
Finding yourself in a whole new version of New York with your best friend, Peter Parker, was confusing enough.
But whoever thought that it was a good idea to add some magical portal with two teenagers who seemed to be calling out to your best friend - obviously was crazy.
“Should we go to them?” Peter asked, nodding towards the portal with the two teenagers.
You looked at him, “Peter, as your best friend, you know that I often commend you for your brilliance, but this is seriously one of the dumbest ideas you’ve had.”
You’ve lived next door to Peter Parker for as long as you could remember. The removalists van for your family arrived to this neighbour when you were just shy of 5 years old. The boy with wide brown eyes and dark curly hair was the first friend you had made in the apartment building. He was a shy, nervous boy with too much energy for his own good which made you both the perfect best friends. He showed you around school, his favourite spots and, at the time, his favourite action figures.
You were there alongside him through the years, all the way to now, Senior year of high school. Peter had grown a couple of bullies during middle school, causing you to not once, but twice, to throw chocolate milk over them. They’d punch Peter but never went to bully or attack you, in fact, they even tried flirting with you and asking why you hung out with such a ‘loser’
Pfft, boys. Who are they kidding?
“I’m so tired, Mark’s chemistry exam is killing me” Peter yawns from across the table in his dining room. You both had currently set up your weekly study sessions, alternating between yours and his place from time to time.
“Mr Yang…” You pointed.
“And it’s not that bad, you just have to… here” You continued, leaning over the table to grab his paper from under his hand. Your hand skims past his and for a moment, the familiar spark tingles your skin but you ignore it, hiding the reddening cheeks with your hair that fell to cover you.
You’ve been hopelessly in love with the idiot since middle school and to make matters worse, you knew he didn’t feel the same way back. He was dating Gwen, the nicest Senior girl who was even on the academic decathlon team. She was head of debate and when they first begun dating, she made it a mission to be your friend which was lovely. Though less so because she was dating the man of your dreams. A bitter side to you comes up when she’s around and you have to continuously remove yourself from the pair who’d greet each other with a peck or a kiss on the cheek.
“We’ll keep working on this for another half an hour, then I gotta pick Gwen up” Peter’s voice got a little quieter near the end of his sentence. You nodded and pitched him a fake smile, soon getting back into your work. You knew Peter had picked up on the fact that you didn’t like her so he didn’t mention her much when he was hanging out with you.
“You know… Zack keeps asking me about you… wants to know when you’ll finally go on that date with him” Zack was a boy in your class, you’ve spoken with him a couple of times but that was all. He had asked you a week ago to go on a date together and you hadn’t responded or talked to him since. You weren’t good with confrontation, just the same as rejection or rejecting anybody.
“I know, he’s messaged but I haven’t replied” Peter’s eyes quirk up.
“Why not? He’s been into since the start of the school year, you two should go out” It hurt to hear him say this. The last thing you want to hear is your best friends encourage you to date people, especially ones that weren’t him. But you needed to move on.
“I’m not that into him, besides… I like someone else” The last bit didn’t mean to leave your lips. you heard the sound of Peter’s chair scrape across the tiles, inching closer towards you.
“Like who?” You glanced up and saw just how close Peter had gotten to you. Your breathing hitched n your throat as you felt your lips go dry.
“Like… M-max” You nodded your head vigorously, doing anything you can for Peter t create some distance between the two of you. Peter scoffed halfheartedly.
“Come on, you hate Max, ever since he spilled his spaghetti all over your favourite blue blouse in year 7” Your ears perked up at this detail. He remembers that much?
“That’s not true…” You trailed off, your voice wavering slightly giving away the fact that you were lying. Peter chuckles and leans back in his chair slightly before leaning forward again, clasping his hands together as he leant them on his knees.
“I won’t laugh… I promise” Peter joked causing a smile to rise on your lips bashfully. Peter stared at you and fluttered his eyes, flashing you his puppy dog eyes which always made you cave in. you tensed your jaw and gave your head a firm shake, laughing to yourself as your body grew slightly warmer. You couldn’t stop your cheeks from flaming.
“Fine… I don’t like Max…” You admitted making Peter roll his eyes when he noticed you weren’t going to continue that sentence.
“Then who?” Peter asks before the shrilling of his phone broke the growing silence soon after. You cleared your throat and leant back in your chair, just now realising you had been inching closer and closer to Peter.
“Hey Gwen… yeah… no that’s okay… wait…. I can’t right now…. I’m studying with Y/N… yeah it’s due by the end of the week…. alright… yeah, see you then” The call was brief and Peter then soon hung up his phone.
“Sorry, Gwen wants to come over earlier but-”
“You didn’t say it” You pointed out, interrupting Peter mid sentence. Peter eyes widen slightly with confusion as he shrugs his shoulders.
“Say what?” You gave him a 'really’ look.
“I love you” You watched Peter’s face grow tense for a moment, his eyes glancing from your lips back to your eyes in such a quick movement you barely noticed. You watched as he seemed to visibly gulp. He glanced down and shook his head, his leg beginning to bounce up and down in it’s spot. He was getting nervous.
“Peter…?” He glances up again at you and pulls his chair closer to you.
“Umm… I saw her… with Flash… at the party….” Peter looks away from you as he rests his hand in his hand now leaning against the table.
“Yeah… so? they’ve been friends since forever, just like you and me-”
“They were kissing” Hurt for your best friend hit first before quickly been turned into anger. How dare she? How dare she go ahead and cheat on the most perfect guy? How could she throw something like that away when others could never even get anything like that kind of love for themselves. Though the anger melted away once you saw the distant look on Peter’s face.
“Oh Peter… I’m so sorry” You said in sincerity, pushing your closer so you could place an arm on his shoulder in comfort. He shook his head, glancing back at you with a sad smile.
“It’s okay, it’s nothing… it was a while ago but ever since… I mean… at the time I was really angry and hurt but I just don’t care anymore… I don’t think I ever was really in love with her in the first place” Your eyebrows furrow at this. But you saw them, how happy and in love they were together, it was as if it was a match made in heaven.
“Then why haven’t you told her that you know?” you asked curiously.
“I don’t want to break up with her… well… I don’t know how to I guess” Peter had always been very awkward with the opposite sex which was made you very useful by his side, you helped eased that awkwardness out, but it was still there around every other girl apart from yourself.
“We can role-play it if you’d like? brainstorm ideas” You suggested, though a part of you was telling yourself this was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Peter nods his head in response and stops leaning against the table to sit up.
“Sounds good, should I start or…?” Peter asks, gesturing between you both. You smile softly in return.
“I’ll go…” Peter waited expectantly.
“Peter, we haven’t gone to the movies in a while, what do you want to see, how about that new Jurassic movie?” You tried to get into character but you didn’t need to, this came naturally. Peter smiles, showing off his dimples before soon frowning, scratching the back of his head.
“Look… Gwen… I don’t think that’s a good idea” Your eyebrows furrow together.
“why not? You love the jurassic series…”
“I don’t think we should go to the movies together… I mean… I don’t want to go the movies with you…” Peter leant forward again in his chair, not breaking eye contact which was causing your heart to race.
“I don’t like you anymore… after catching you with Flash I’ve just… I don’t think we should see each other anymore… Besides, I know deep down you’re in love with your best friend…” It was almost as if he could read your mind. your mouth parted open, nervousness beginning to fill you up, worried that you were becoming transparent and Peter could see everything.
“You’ve been in love with him since middle school and you only started dating me because you thought it could help you move on… unfortunately you were wrong and it only made you care for him even more… you should have been honest with yourself and told her how you felt, maybe then you would be dating the most perfect girl in the world who’s always there for you…” Your heart skipped a bit when Peter said her.
“i’m so sorry Peter, it was an honest mistake and it’ll never happen again, i love you and only you. I have for so long and I’ve gone ahead and messed everything up…” You bit your tongue, not liking the way your hands were growing clammy and shakey. The way Peter’s eyes were staring into yours unnerved you, he was looking at you with a look you’ve never seen before.
“It doesn’t matter anymore… I want you to be happy and with Flash…” You leant forward and rose your right hand to cup his cheek, you hadn’t realised you’d done it until you heard the sharp intake of breath from Peter. Sparks and tingles flew across your palm, warmth slowly spreading through your body but you were too scared to pull away.
“I love you, Peter” And you meant every single word of that. Peter’s tongue darted out to lick his lips and your eyes followed this motion.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that…” You glanced back into his eyes as Peter’s brown orbs locked with yours once again. Thank god you were sitting down otherwise with the look alone you’d probably melt into a puddle on the floor.
The air began growing thick with tension, a heavy silence filling the small room. You were too scared to move an inch closer to Peter or away from him, it was as if you were frozen in place. Peter’s eyes darted between your eyes and lips a few times, licking his own occasionally.
Peter began to lean forward slowly, inching closer and closer till his nose was brushing against yours. Your breathing hitched inside your throat when you felt his warm, minty breath fan across your lips. You felt his hands soon begin to cup your face, pulling you a little closer till you could almost feel his lips against yours, though they only merely brushed past.
This was all a role-play, this didn’t mean anything to Peter, you were just helping him figure out how to break up with Gwen…
“Can I kiss you?” Peter’s voice was so soft that it was a mere whisper to your ears. Your heart was thumping so loud you could head it inside your own mind. Your chest was heaving up and down now, the air getting harder and harder to breathe. You bit you lip as it began to tremble slightly.
All you could was nod slowly, not trusting your own voice as Peter dipped his head the final inch and slowly connected his lips with yours softly. Sparks immediately erupted from the kiss. Peter held his lips against yours for a few more moments before slowly pulling them away, only leaving a breath between the two of you. Your eyes fluttered open to see Peter intently staring at yours lips in adoration as he pulled you in for another breathtaking kiss.
This time you both moved your lips together slowly, drawing it out as long as possible. The feeling was euphoric and you felt as if you wanted to scream from the rooftops in happiness. Was this real? Were you dreaming?
The sound of the door opening broke you both swiftly apart with wide eyes as Gwen stood in the doorway, eyeing you both.
