#andrew garfield story

[yeollie-plz]

Hello! I'm a new follower and I love you're writing! I was wondering if you could do a fiction of Andrew Garfield x reader? I'll leave the scenario up to you :)

Not Exactly As Planned

Andrew Garfield x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Andrew has been acting suspicious lately and you've all but convinced yourself that he's cheating.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurities, Y/N insert

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"I'm telling you, Andrew has been acting strangely lately." Your best friend raised her eyes at you in an accusatory gesture. "Stranger than usual..." You trailed off, returning her look with an annoyance laced one of your own.

"I'm just nervous...you know?" You let your eyes wander to the cup sat in front of you. It's once sugary taste now bitter to you with the revelation of your confession.

Your best friend sat her own cup down, "So what? You think he's lying to you? Cheating on you?"

"I don't know, but its hard not to rush to the worst conclusion."

"Blah, blah, blah, you have trust issues. I know! But trust me that man would rather sit on a hot iron before ever hurting you!"

You rolled your eyes, "You're right..."

"Yeah, I know I'm right. Now finish your drink so we can go, the guy I went on a date with last weekend is right there." She rushed from her seat and dragged you up with her. You struggled to finish the sip you were taking as she jostled you up to your feet.

As you two walked away, you spoke up again. "'Sit on a hot iron?'" You turned to her so you could read her expression.

"Hey! I never said I was good at metaphors. Only relationship advice!"

"If only you could apply your advice to your own love life." You said pointedly.

"Hey!"

Later that night, you were sat on your couch watching tv, alone. Andrew had yet to come home. You were worried of course, but that worry soon warped itself into a different kind of worry. You were once again worried about your relationship.

Although your friend had attempted to help you push away those negative thoughts, they began to creep in once again. Then crept in the insecurities. And now you were no longer focused on what was playing on the television.

It wouldn't hurt if you just snooped around a bit, would it? I mean it was your apartment too. A quick peak wouldn't do any harm, you concluded, and lifted yourself from the couch.

Moving towards your bedroom, your heart began to beat faster. Not sure if you would find something or get caught. But you pushed the fear aside and walked to Andrew's nightstand.

You pulled out the top drawer, seeing only a few pictures, a book, and some other random items. Pulling out the bottom drawer, you lifted up a few papers to peak further in. Only to find nothing but more papers. One day he'd have to organize all of this, you shook your head, and lifted yourself back up to your feet.

You sighed, now you had to face the closet. You had a feeling you'd find nothing in the nightstand, but somehow knew the closet would be a different story.

You began to shuffle through his side of the closet. Moving things aside to get a better look. You even dug through his dirty to clothes to look for marks on his shirts or receipts in his pockets. Nothing!

You were about to give up when a box at the very top of the shelves caught your eye. Tilting your head, you had never noticed this box before. You decided that must have something in it.

So, you grabbed a chair from the kitchen, dragging it into the closet behind you. Pushing yourself onto it, you reached up to grab the box. You were just about to have it fully in a safe hold when Andrew walked into the doorway and startled you by asking what you were doing. Somewhere between you dragging the chair across the apartment and you dangerously balancing on top of it, Andrew had come home and heard you.

You jumped slightly, letting the box fall from your hands and almost falling off the chair. Andrew caught you by the waist and helped you stabilize yourself.

He laughed at your clumsiness, "What are you doing?" You looked around trying to find an excuse, he followed your frantic movements. Both of your eyes then landed on a small black box. He met your confused look with his scared one.

"This is not how this was supposed to happen." He concluded suddenly.

"What?" You were confused as you looked at the little box again. Oh. My. God. That was a ring box!

"Well I guess, since I probably can no longer surprise you with it." He moved to pick up the box, getting down to one knee. "Y/N, I love you so much. You are my soulmate. And this isn't exactly how I wanted to do this but in a way this is very us. So, Y/N will you be mine forever? Will you marry me?"

You nodded your head quickly, squeaking out a yes. He stood and pulled you into a hug. Tears began to fall from your eyes as he slid the ring onto your finger.

"I had this whole thing planned, I was going to take you to dinner. Walk along the river, to this beautiful candle lit stage." He hummed in thought.

"I thought you were cheating on me." You admitted.

"What?" He pulled away in shock, trying to read your eyes.

"Well, you were being suspicious and sneaking around and I just thought the worse. That's why I was snooping around."

"Oh goodness, love, I never meant to make you feel like that. I just really wanted to make it special for you." You shook your head, reaching your hand up to stroke his cheek.

"It's okay, I'm kind of in a just got engaged high now. Nothing can bring me down." Suddenly you pushed out of his arms and ran out of the closet.

Andrew called after you, "Where are you going?"

"To tell everyone!"

[softtdaisy]

SPIDER IN LOVE - PETER PARKER

DESCRIPTION I peter is so in love with you, he’s ready to take any risks to show his love to you

PAIRING I tasm!peter parker× actress!fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 2,1k

A/N I this is pure fluff and sweet, I wrote it last night before going to sleep. I hope you will enjoy it!! 

“Since you came here by yourself, can we guess there is still no mister [y/l/n]?”

Your job was in the top three of the things you loved more than anything in the whole world and that you were grateful for. You knew how lucky you get contracts, to play for some of your favorite director and be recognized for your work. But there was one thing you hated in this life: how medias considered that your private life was theirs.

You were at the premiere of your new movie in New York. You felt good, wearing a dress from a stylist you loved and asked to work with you, hearing only good critics about your role and the movie in general. Sure, you would have loved to have someone on your arm to be with you in these special moments. But you had this discussion so many times with Peter already that you could play it in your head by memory.

“Nope, still no mister. Good men are so hard to find, I feel like I’m searching for a superhero.” You laughed, just like the interviewer. You knew that in a few hours, this would be use as a sound edit on social media for some tv or movie superhero. When, in reality, you already found yours and nobody knew.

Even if it was for the benefits of your relationship, you hated saying you were single. Deep down, you felt like you were betraying Peter and not fully appreciating him. You would love to talk about how wonderful your boyfriend was, how he was your first fan and watched everything you’ve been on, even some stupid ads from your childhood.  You would love to say how Peter was absolutely the most romantic man you’ve ever met and how his date night was always surprising you. You would love to have him with you when you were at events, to hold his hand and feel the heat of his skin comforting you in your stressful moments. It would be amazing just for one time to be able to thank him properly for everything he was doing for you every day.

But there were two issues. First, if you dared say that you were dating Peter Parker, worse showing him at an event, everyone will try to learn more about the boy. They will try to chase him, to hack his social media to make sure he was good for you. That would be your fans’ excuse. As for the medias, they would just want to gossip about your life again. They did it with your ex and your relationship took a bad turn when he couldn’t stand having photographs outside his work to get information about you.

Two, if they learn about Peter, they will learn about Spiderman’s identity. There was no way if they start chasing Peter, they won’t catch him in his suit. And you would hate to know you were the reason his identity was revealed.

The funniest part in this was that, as good as Peter was as hiding his Spiderman identity, he was terrible at lying about your relationship. That man was so in love with you he couldn’t stop showing it.

This explained why, during that same premiere, one interviewer stopped you to give you a message. “This is amazing, I’ve never been in this situation before.” You looked at them with curiosity at first, wondering what they wanted to tell or give you. You’ve received many surprises since you started your career, and you always feared them a little.

But then they gave you a phone with a video you had to play, and you got the idea. “You won’t believe who wants to tell you something!” they said, creating a sort of suspense for the viewers when in reality you already knew whose face you were going to see.

“Sure, I can’t tell.” You said with a little giggle, trying hard to not roll your eyes. You were definitely not surprised to see Spiderman on that phone, but you were just as excited as the interviewer. You were always happy to see him.

“Hi [y/n]!” He said with that joyful voice he always used when he was talking about you. You couldn’t contain your smile. “Heard you were on a new movie. I can’t wait to watch it. Guess I kinda have a crush on you. Good evening every one!” He then disappeared, like he jumped out of the roof he was on. And the video cut.

You all had a few seconds to enjoy this video before the people around you started talking all together about it. “How does it feel to be Spiderman’s crush?” one of them asked and you blushed at the question. It almost felt like they could tell you were more than just a crush.

“It’s…pleasing and flattering. Maybe one day you’ll see me flying over the street with him.” You replied, blinking, before finally be free from the interviews.

You had quickly taken your phone to send Peter a message before you entered the room. “Guess I kinda have a crush on you too, Spidey” To wish he answered with the same two emojis. Two symbols that became your own secret language. You realized it meant more than you thought for Peter the day you noticed a spider and a heart drawn with his web on a wall. You had no idea how he did that, but you knew what it meant. Peter Parker was in love with you, just as much as you were.

As your fame was growing, photographs were starting to follow you more and more. You were aware of that, and you tried to protect your relationship as much as you could. But it was getting harder for you to lie and to hide Peter. “It’s unfair that I can’t happily walk down the street holding my boyfriend’s hand” you cried in his arms one night. At least he could come as discreetly as he wanted.

“Maybe we should.” He replied, brushing your hair softly. You looked up at him, frowning. You were both aware that one step outside was enough for your couple to be on the main page of magazines the next day.

“You do realize that if we do that the whole…” you moved your hand up and down Peter’s body which made him laugh and took your wrist between his fingers. He was even gently caressing your skin to calm you down “Spiderman situation is going to be way more complicated? Isn’t that the reason we never put a step outside together?”

It wasn’t the idea of making the situation more complicated that stressed you. Because, technically, it wasn’t impossible for you to find a way to work this out. No, it was the end that this new situation would annoy Peter to the point he won’t want to be with you anymore. And you couldn’t imagine a life without him.

As a first answer, Peter put a gently and soft kiss on your lips. You could find his smile against your mouth, like he was trying to give you, his confidence. “I’ve been hiding for years now, honey. Sure, I will have to be more careful about what I’m doing, as Peter and as Spiderman. But these past months with you proved me that it was definitely worth the risk.” And this was probably one of the most beautiful love declarations you ever got.

The next day, you were out on a date with Peter. As you thought, they were people waiting for you beside your apartment. And even more people once they noticed you weren’t alone. When you noticed the crowd getting bigger, you almost gave up. You were too scared of putting your relationship in danger just to be happy in public. And Peter felt your stress about the situation. So he started doing something only the two of you could understand.

Since you were already holding hands, it was easy for Peter to start taping on your skin the melody of a lullaby with his fingers. It was one of the first thing you learnt about each other, out of nowhere: you had the same favorite lullaby when you were young. You sang it together multiple times as a joke and sang it to each other when the other was feeling down. And when he felt like you weren’t doing well but didn’t or couldn’t talk about it, Peter was doing the melody on your skin. Sometimes it was on your thigh when you were sitting next to each other, he even did it on your back when he managed to be at the same event as you and sat behind you. And today, it was on your hand.

You looked up at him and Peter winked at you, like he knew. A silent dialogue that was worth a thousand thanks.

The following days, pictures of you together were everywhere: tabloids, gossip show on television, social medias… Even some of your friends and family texted them to you. And there were already a lot of articles online wondering who Peter was.

You really thought the excitement would push people to investigate more and more about Peter until they found something interesting. Funny enough, this version of your boyfriend wasn’t excited enough for them. All they found out was that he worked at a laboratory, that he was a nerd, that he wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee and that his wardrobe was made of blue and green shirts. Except that, nothing.

And pretty quickly, people stopped paying attention to your couple. Which was the greatest thing that could ever happen to you.

Which was why you could be at this ceremony without a single drop of stress. For many reasons. First, you weren’t nominated for anything, so you didn’t have to worry about going on stage and make a speech. Second, you won’t have to answer any question about your love life and, worse, have to lie about it. Third, you had the most amazing and beautiful man at your arm tonight.

“Do I look good?” you heard Peter said in the bathroom. You quickly walked to him, even though it wasn’t that easy with your long dress. You never imagined he would feel insecure about going with you, being surrounding by all these people. Was he feeling lower than them? You opened your mouth, ready to reassure him about his beauty and personality when Peter stopped you. “I mean. I know I am. But do I look like I am? I don’t want to scare those men you know. Would hate to be criticized by some Academy Awards winning actor.”

You couldn’t resist hitting him on his arm. Which, of course, he responded with a loud “ow” like you could ever hurt that strong man. “You’re an idiot! I thought you didn’t want to come anymore!”

Peter laughed at this before putting his arm around your waist to bring you against him. “Even if I was stressed about it, I would never abandon you.” He gave you the sweetest smile before kissing the tip of your nose softly. “But I’m not. I’m not scared of those men. I know you love me.”

You needed to hear that. To know that Peter, no matter the obstacles, was still in love with you. It was fair. You weren’t scared of his world. So, he wasn’t of yours. “But, I need some help with my tie, if you don’t mind.” He whispered like a secret.

Later that night, you were walking down the red carpet with him by your side. The photographs kept taking pictures of you, acting like it was a miracle to finally see you with somebody and happily in love. You answered some questions about your relationship. Even Peter did! And he was surprisingly pretty good at interviews. You got scared for a second when one of them mentioned his video, earlier this year. When Spiderman said he had a crush on you. “You have a good competitor there.”

“Nah, I’m not scared of a man with a mask.” He replied, which made laughed everyone around you. But you, you only had heart eyes for that guy who was ready to make double efforts to be with you.

You were almost done with the interviews when one journalist came to you. “Sorry! I just wanted to ask you something, it won’t be long.” You never refused questions. Something that made you look more likeable than most of your costars. “The last time I saw you, you said you were looking for a superhero. Can you say you found it with Peter?”

You remember this. And all the videos that were done at that time. And those that were made once you showed up with Peter. You had the biggest smile on your face, looking at Peter like you did all evening when you answered “I definitely did found him.”

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[rob-pattinson]

ANDREW GARFIELD, ZENDAYA, KE HUY QUAN 2023 | 29th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards, Los Angeles (February 26)

[growingexjocks]

Andrew Garfield Recent Weight Gain

If you're interested, read my story about Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield's weight gain here on Wattpad or as individual chapters on Tumblr! Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and on Wattpad especially as it helps me climb through the rankings!

I tagged it below, just uncollapse below, thanks! :)

Outgrowing Spiderman - Tom Holland x Andrew Garfield

- Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4

[bunsofhoney]

I love you Tom Holland, but stay out of Spideypool. Go back to your MJ. She needs you.

I love you Tobey Maguire, but stay out of Spideypool. Go back to your Harry. He needs you.

I love you Andrew Garfield, now get over here and snog Ryan Reynolds this minute. He needs you.

[allthethoughtsandstuff]

watched the social network again and just thinking ab that part where they’re in the dorm and eduardo grabs two beers from the fridge bc he’s going to give one to mark only to turn around to mark grabbing his own bottle bc mark only ever thinks of himself so why would he expect anyone else to think of anyone but themselves and eduardo is just this lil sad guy standing there w two beers while his bestie literally doesn’t see him or anything he does for him

[headlesssamurai]

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[backtothefanfiction]

One Last Date For Christmas | PART ONE: An Arrangement At The Christmas Party

Summary: Another year, The same Christmas party and holiday hook up... or is it?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut (oral M & F receiving, p in v, mild dirty talk with Christmas references), Mentions of Cancer/Death, Fake Dating, Fuck Buddies to Lovers, this is basically Hallmark/Netflix Christmas movie vibes

Word Count: 5.9K+

A/N: Okay, so I've been feeling crumby lately and really need a boost, so although we took a poll and it was decided this whole story would go up as one piece at the same time, I need the motivation and have had a crumby week mentally and need a boost. So here is part 1. If you do enjoy PLEASE LEAVE ME FEEDBACK!!! I am like Tinkerbell, if I don't get attention I will die haha. But seriously my mental health needs the kind words for energy so please take a moment to share some if you like this part and not just like it. Anyway... ENJOY!!!

Another year, another fancy corporate business party Peter was obliged to attend due to his job. It had become such a regular routine over these last 7 years J. Jonah Jameson didn’t even bother asking if he was available to come anymore, just automatically emailed over the details so he could attend. 

Peter couldn’t completely complain. He got free drinks and fancy food for the night. I mean in reality he got to act just like any other guest, despite the camera he had around his neck for the night. And instead of paying to be there, he was instead getting paid to be there. Sure it was only an extra couple hundred bucks, but at this time of year it really did make all the difference.

Being a freelance photographer only made him so much a year, especially when the rest of his time was spent moonlighting as the local superhero which didn’t pay a thing. Not that he couldn’t have made some money as a public figure. A couple grand here to endorse a few products. A donation of thanks or two from business owners or generous members of the community there. All of which had been options that he had turned down. That wasn’t who Spider-Man was and definitely not who he wanted Spider-Man to be. And so at almost 40 years old, this was Peter’s life.

No wife. No kids. Not even a pet, because he couldn’t commit to spending enough time at home in his tiny run down box of a studio apartment, to look after it. He sometimes brought girls home, he did have needs after all, but no matter how interested they had been in him, he’d never let himself get attached. After Gwen he would never get attached again.

The only one to ever even come close was you. He had met you 5 years ago now at this very event. Just like him, you always felt like a fish out of water at these parties, despite always being on the guest list. Your Father was one of the big business benefactors of the party and ever since the divorce you had become his regular plus one. 

Just like Peter you were a chronic singleton, always too busy traveling for work to be able to sustain an actual relationship, despite your Mother trying her best every time you were home to set you up with some poor soul. She just didn’t get it. You didn’t believe in marriage anymore as most of them ended in divorce, your parents marriage and even two of your Uncle’s marriages prime examples alone; and as for children? You had decided at the age of 13 you wouldn’t have kids and no matter how many times your Mother, Grandmother or Aunt Sarah told you, you would change your mind, you hadn’t. If anything the birth of your brother’s kids had only cemented things more. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your niece and nephew, you were just always glad you could pass them back off to your brother and his wife after a few hours of their shrieking play and demands for cookies and ice cream, while fighting over what to watch on the telly. No, you had never wanted kids and you never would. You had however always wanted to get a cat, but until you changed jobs or just simply didn’t have to travel for work anymore, that would just remain a lovely little dream for the future.

Peter always arrived to the party early. After all, he was getting paid by the hour, so the longer he was there taking photos, the more money he could claim from the Daily Bugle finance department on Monday. He aimlessly wandered around taking photos of the venue and the table settings and the odd entering guest as people arrived. He helped himself to horderves off of shiny platters and the odd glass of champagne as he worked, seamlessly floating through the crowd, formally stopping people every now and again for more posed group shots, other times just taking candid photos of people mingling. He took the occasional booming order from J. Jonah Jameson, “Hey Parker! Make sure you get a shot of me with the Mayor. Parker! Come here and take a photo of me and Mrs Perez! Parker! Take a picture of me and my wife!”

“Yes, sir.” Peter would respond with a smile. Usually you were here by now to laugh at the way he followed the head of the Daily Bugle around like his lap dog, but as of yet you still hadn’t arrived. Then a horrible thought crossed Peter’s mind, ‘what if you weren’t coming this year.’ He had seen your Father walking about, had even taken a couple of photos of him with various business partners and city officials, but as of yet there had been no sign of you.

Peter checked his watch again hoping you were just running late, but the closer it got to 8.30pm and the start of the meal portion of the night, he started to give up hope. He knew you were busy, always flying between Tokyo, Milan, London and Paris for work; but you were always usually back home for the holidays. He was just about to check his watch again when you came through the door like a whirlwind in red.

He watched you like a Spider sizing up his prey as you made a beeline for your Father. You gave him a rushed greeting and an apologetic kiss to the cheek, before you followed him and the rest of his group to their table, placed closer to the small makeshift stage that had been erected at one end of the long window lined room. He kept his focus on you as you took your seat, your father pushing your chair in for you as you turned to greet one of the other women at the table a couple seats away from you. That was, until J. Jonah Jameson’s booming voice called him away again.

“Parker! You’re over here with us!” He barked as he ushered Peter over to a table on the other side of the room. He was just able to lock eyes with you and give you a friendly smile before he took his seat. “I’ve sat you on this side so you can get the wife’s good side.” Jameson continued to say.

There was a couple of speeches and awards before the food was served. Peter was pleased to find that he was in fact in a good vantage point in which he could take pictures of the stage this year without having to move. He also had a clear sightline to you too, his lens unconsciously moving in your direction every few shots then back again.

Peter had chosen the steak and hasselback potatoes for his dinner with a rich chocolate pudding for dessert. When he finished his meal, he dismissed himself from the table, as he traditionally did, to go around the tables and take a few more candid shots of people before taking a break at the bar. 

“I’ll take an old fashioned, please.” Your familiar voice suddenly came from beside him. “I’m sorry I was late.” you said as you leaned into him as if conspiratorially. “My flight got delayed.”

“Where were you coming from this time?” Peter asked as he took a sip from his own drink.

“Boston.” You said with a sigh. It definitely hadn’t been the answer he was expecting and his quizzical look at you said as much. “I was visiting my Mother. Her and her new partner Brad moved there a few months back to be closer to his grandchildren.” You explained.

“I’m guessing that means you got away with not being set up on a blind date this visit.” Peter fished, knowing your Mother’s habits and routines well after these last 5 years of annual hookups.

“You’d think so.” You said as you took a sip of your stiff drink, just to emphasize the drama of it all. “Turns out Maggie’s teacher is single and available.” you say with mock enthusiasm.

“Maggie?” Peter questions.

“One of Brad’s grandchildren.” you fill in with another sigh and eyebrow raise. “I wish she’d just give it a rest, you know?” You pause as you take another sip of your drink before you tell him, “I’m thinking of coming up with a fake boyfriend just to get her off my back. But then I know she’ll be all like ‘when do I get to meet him?’” you say doing an exaggerated impersonation of your Mother’s voice.

“Yeah, I think about doing the same thing with Aunt May sometimes, but I’d hate lying to her.” Peter confided.

“How is your Aunt?” you ask. The one blessing of only seeing each other once a year meant there were always things for you both to talk about and catch up on.

You watch as his face falls, his eyes turning sad as he looks into his drink. “Umm, they’re not good actually. We found out this year she has stage 4 breast cancer. The doctor said this is probably gonna be her last Christmas.” He struggles to look at you.

“Peter, I’m so sorry.” you say, mustering up as much empathy as you can as your hand instinctively comes to rub at his back. “Is there nothing they can do?”

“They said they could try a few different treatments but it wasn’t guaranteed to work and May ultimately decided that… Well she said that she’s lived to a good age and if this is how she is meant to go, this is how she is meant to go.” He paused, blinking hard as he continued to stare at the liquid in his glass. “She said I was a grown man and didn’t need her anymore.” He let out a small unsatisfied chuckle that wreaked of denial, before he finally looked at you again. “I just… I just feel guilty, you know?”

“What for?” You asked him.

“It’s just. I know she was always holding onto this hope that I’d meet someone. That I’d end up finding someone and settling down. Live a life like her and Ben did.”

“But that’s not what you want from your life?” you question him now unsure, as you finally sit yourself on the bar stool next to him. “I mean, if you wanted that, isn’t that what you would have done? Gone out, met a girl. Settled down. You can’t be someone you’re not just to please others.”

“But it was what I wanted.” he suddenly confides. “And that’s why I feel guilty because she knows that. When I first introduced her to Gwen, I said, ‘that’s the girl I’m going to marry Aunt May.’” he says with gusto, like he’s saying it exactly how he had said it to her, before his body deflates again.

“But things change. People change. We’re allowed to change Peter.”

“I know, but… she just, I know she never gave up hope.”

“You know what they say about hope?” You say.

“It breeds eternal misery,” he bristles.

“No.” You chastise. “It’s like the sun, if you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.”

Peter’s brow furrows as his head turns back to you. “Did you just quote Star Wars to me?”

“Princess Leia.” you smile.

“God I love you.” he says casually with a smile.

“I know.” you continue to beam back before you raise your glass towards him. “For Aunt May?”

“For Aunt May.” he agrees before clinking your glass with his own.

You both creep away a little before midnight, catching a cab back to your apartment. You always went back to your apartment. Peter said it was because he wanted you to be comfortable and said it was more homelier than his place, but the truth was, Peter was ashamed to take you back to his own apartment. It looked like a dingy run down squat or some really dodgy student housing in comparison to your place. 

He didn’t want to kid himself, he knew he was definitely punching above his weight a little when it came to you, not because he necessarily thought he was ugly, but more simply because you had more money than him. You’d never made him feel inferior for it. In fact you’d always wanted to help him by offering to put him in contact with some galleries so he could get more of his work out there. Maybe make some extra cash by selling some of his photos as art for the rich and wealthy, not just to a local paper, but Peter had never had the guts to take you up on the offer. It would make him feel indebted to you and throw the balance of your relationship off even more than it somewhat already was.

“Did you choose red because it’s my favourite color or just for the festivities?” He nibbled on your ear as his fingers ran across the velvet skirt of the dress, dragging it up to your thigh as he pressed himself against your back.

You hadn’t bothered turning on any other lights than the Christmas tree, before you stopped to take a moment to look out your window at the city. Christmas in New York was your favorite time of year. Every year to mark the occasion, you would go down to Rockefeller Plaza, grab a hot chocolate and watch as they turned on the lights. As kids you would go ice skating there. Less so now you were adults, your brother and his own kids had their own tradition of skating in Central Park on Christmas Eve, but some years you would still partake.

“I chose it for the season.” You sighed, your body relaxing back into him, head resting on his shoulder as he kissed his way down your neck.

“My festive little elf.” He teased as his fingers continued to work up the hem of your dress until they could reach your panties, which you had in fact bought new and chosen with Peter in mind.

“I even brought presents.” You plaid along teasingly.

Your breathing hitched slightly as the pads of his fingers dragged over your lace covered clit.

“Really? For me?” You could feel him smiling into the exposed skin of your collarbone.

“Mhmm.” You hum. “Maybe, you should unwrap me.” You tease back.

“Mmm.” He hums back deeply in delight as he turns you around to face him. The hand that was just ghosting at your centre, now wraps firmly around the back of your neck, as he smashes your rouge stained lips into his. 

His other hand begins pawing at the velvety fabric of your dress again before he’s pulling his face away from you, his grin growing too big and you can’t help but give a satisfying smile back as you notice how your lipstick has transferred from your lips to his, marking him as yours for the evening. Your hand reaches for his and you begin taking steps backwards, pulling him in the direction of your bedroom and awaiting bed.

Your room is a slight mess from your hasty packing before you left for Boston and your equally hasty unpacking upon your return. You’d just had enough time to get home and get changed, rushing your make up and hair, before you left to go to the party. Your suitcase lay open on the floor, some of the contents lay spilling out from where you had hunted around for your makeup bag. The little pink bag from Victoria Secret sat upside down on the floor beside it. Peter spies it the moment he enters the room.

He feigns shock, “Did you buy this for me?” He teases as he picks up the bag.

“Don’t get too excited Parker, they were having a sale.”

“I don’t care.” He says with a boyish grin, despite his 39 years of age. “Come here and let me see.”

You smile at him as you begin to step closer to him before calling out into the room, “Alexa, turn on mood lighting.”

His eyebrows raise as a lamp in the corner of the room turns on, illuminating your bedroom in a magenta hue. “Mood lighting huh?”

“Do you wanna be able to see your Christmas gift or not?” You sass back with a hand on your hip.

“I mean, I’ve always thought of you as my Christmas present, regardless of what you wear.” He says as his fingers begin to grab for you again and pull you into him.

“Next year I won’t bother then.”

“Oh no, you’ve made it a thing now. I’m gonna expect this, every- single- year- from now on.” He says between kisses across your cheek and down your neck and upper chest. You begin to giggle and shriek in delight as his lips gently nibble at your skin. “Mmm.  Come on then. Let’s see what you got for me.” He says ripping himself away from you so you have the space to reach behind you for the zipper to your dress. 

The dress begins to relax its hold on your body, slowly exposing the black strapless lace bra to Peter before you slide the dress down the rest of your body to show off the matching lacey bikini briefs. You carefully step out of the puddle that now is the red velvet dress on your floor, your ankles only wobbling slightly as you still stand in your heels for him to take in the full sight.

He pauses for a moment silently taking you in before he gives a small nod. “Yes. Yes, this will do. Excuse me a moment while I go and write my thank you letter to San-“

“Peter.” You whine.

“Oh come on, don’t be bratty with me now.” He says jokingly as he steps closer and wraps you in his arms again.

“I thought you liked it when I was bratty.” You joke back as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Nope. You become completely intolerable and insufferable and…” You roll your eyes as he continues to list words, but nonetheless, begin to snake your arms from around his neck, trailing them down his chest as you begin to get down on your knees before him.

You begin to work open the button of his jeans, freeing his semi hard cock from its confines. He only stops his fake monologue about you acting like a brat when you take his length into your mouth and his hand involuntarily reaches out for the side of your head as he sighs. 

The only sounds that fill the room now are his small gasps and moans and your saliva slick lips around his cock. One of your hands braces itself on his thigh, whilst the other works the rest of his shaft your mouth won’t reach.

You pull off him with a sloppy pop of your lips and Peter groans before you begin to circle the tip of his cock with your tongue and he jumps away from you with sensitivity, suddenly worried he’d blow his load too soon if you continue like that. It makes you giggle.

His fingers reach around the flesh of your bicep and he pulls you up off the floor before pulling you into him, his head nuzzling into your neck, lips and teeth nibbling and teasing at your skin and driving you crazy. He’d worked out that you liked that on the second Christmas you had slept together. He loved the way it made you sigh but also giggle and shriek when the sensation grew too much.

“Ahhh Peter.” you cried out with a high pitched moan. 

He reluctantly broke himself away from you and the intoxicating smell of your favorite perfume so you could latch your mouth onto his, a satisfied smile struggling to be contained on your lips. He can’t help but smile back.

“Peter!” you shriek and giggle as he reaches around to pick you up and drop you back onto the covers of your bed.

Your hands get lost in his hair as he begins kissing his way down your chest. Your stomach involuntarily twitches as his lips move across it and the way his hands reach for your hips to forcefully hold you in place sends you reeling, a wave of arousal soaking your panties. His lips skip over your underwear, instead kissing at the inside of your thigh as his hands begin to relax on your hips, his fingers curling under the waistband of your underwear, ready to pull them down.

As he removes you of your underwear, he also takes the opportunity to rid himself of the flattering black long sleeved top he’d been wearing all evening. The removal of his shirt reveals a silver necklace that had been hiding beneath the shirt and the way the chain hangs off his neck has you biting your lip. It is so rare to see a man wear jewelry so you never realized the effect the sight had on you before, but there's something about the connotations and hidden meaning to it, his choice and confidence to wear it, makes you want to rub your thighs together in want. 

His fingers are suddenly teasing at your entrance though and its almost enough to take the edge off, or it would be if his finger hadn’t stopped at the first knuckle of his middle finger. You realize he’s only done it so he can spread the arousal that was already leaking out of your cunt around between your folds and across your clit so he can then go in and lick it all off. Your head falls back into the pillows of your bed as you sigh out his name in relief.

You can feel the focus he has radiating off of him without even looking as he begins to expertly lick up from your entrance, swirl his tongue around your clit and then back down again as he draws moans, ever increasing in volume, from your lips. You found out very early on in your yearly dalliances that he was an expert with that tongue, making you cum not once, not twice, but three times just from his tongue alone, when you told him no one had ever actually gotten you off that way before.

You could feel your first climax of the night building low within you, your muscles growing tight, clit growing extra sensitive as your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, encouraging him and guiding him and not allowing him to pull away until you finished. The pressure of his tongue grew firmer and you ground your clit down against it until that tight thread within you snapped, your hips stuttering as pleasure rippled through you. He held tightly onto you, lapping up everything you gave him and helping you ride it out until you were actively pushing him away from you. He gave your bare thighs a small satisfactory slap as he gave you his smug tight lipped  smile that seemed to say ‘another happy customer’ and you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle before turning your head and trying to hide the ear to ear smile that was on your face.

You were able to compose yourself as he shifted from the bed to shuck himself fully off the rest of his clothes, his jeans joining your red dress in a puddle on the floor, before he carefully lifted the necklace off over his head and placed it on your bedside table. You shifted yourself over on the bed as he came down to rest beside you, his hand reaching out to pull your face to him as he gave you a kiss before he encouraged you to climb up on top of him.  Your lips didn’t part from his as you straddled his waist, your cunt involuntarily rubbing itself along his hard length as your tongues intermingled with one another.

His fingers reached round to grab a hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh as he encouraged you to grind down harder. You moaned and gasped against his lips at the drag of your clit across his skin. Your open mouth before him allowed him to reach out for your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth making you moan louder, before he began to trail kisses down your chin and neck. You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feeling and the sounds of your own voice. It sent a new flood of arousal between your legs and you could feel Peter grinning against your skin as you worked your slick over his length.

You paused only long enough to reach over to your chest of drawers, pulling a box of condoms out of the second drawer. The position allowed Peter to attach his mouth over your breasts, his teeth biting at them over the lace bra. You reached behind you to unclasp it and take it off as you sat upright, Peter’s hands resting patiently on the tops of your thighs as he waited for you to then open the condom. You held out the torn open packet for him to take the condom and start rolling it down onto his length as you reached back over the side of the bed to drop the wrapper in the bin. 

You shifted your legs back slightly as you recentred yourself, one hand balancing on the bed, the other on his bare chest as he lined himself up with your entrance. He glided the tip of his cock against your folds, covering the tip of his cock with your slick before he began to encourage you back onto it. The slow fill of his cock inside you had you letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, your eyes falling closed, head tilting back as you savored the feeling.

It had been a slow year. Despite a brief hook up with a guy over the summer after a night out with friends and a quick tinder hookup in your hotel in Rome (where the guy spoke barely a lick of English), your only companion had been your old reliable rabbit toy. You’d be lying if you hadn’t been counting down the days to tonight the whole time you had been visiting your Mother. When your flight had been delayed, it was the thought of missing out on your one good and guaranteed fuck of the year that had stressed you out. Now it all seemed worth it.

Peter started slowly, his hips pushing up into you at an agonizing pace as he guided you down and your hips back with every thrust, the contours of his cock dragging agonizingly slowly across every sensitive spot inside you, working you up gradually to another earth shattering climax. Your body bowed over him as you let out small gasps of praise into his forehead, your fingers gripping tightly into the sheets either side of his head. You felt one of his hands run soothingly up your back and it sent shivers down your spine that only added to the sensation building in between your legs.

“Peter.” you sighed against him, as you pressed your forehead into his, your eyes closed in concentration as you chased that feeling inside you.

“What is it? What do you need?” his voice gently calls to you as he moves the hand that was caressing your back round behind your neck, pulling your lips down to his for a kiss.

“More. I need more.” you say equally as gently back into his lips. 

You feel his head give a small nod in acknowledgment before he seals the deal with a kiss, as his thrusts begin to grow quicker and firmer in pace. It makes him hit something deep inside you that has you crying out. Your eyes fly open, desperate to lock onto his. He looks up at you with such beauty and gratitude. It makes you want to kiss him again and you do, your tongue licking deeply and slowly into his mouth in rhythm with his thrusts.

Your thighs shudder slightly as the sensation between your legs changes and you know your cumming again but the feeling of his cock moving between your legs doesn’t stop. It works you through the high and he still doesn’t stop. Instead his thrusts grow fast as he searches for his own release. You brace yourself, holding yourself over him as he just takes what he wants. If he holds out long enough you think you can get out one more orgasm of your own.

You balance yourself on one arm as your other hand reaches between your legs, swirling rapidly at your clit as you push yourself against his length, feeling every sensation of his rapid thrust. Peter grunts in response at the sensation of your fluttering cunt and it forces him to find one final push, his hips sputtering only slightly before he increases his angle and speed one last time, then he’s embracing you.

His arms wrap tightly around you as your final climax soaks his cock. Your head is buried into his neck as you try to shut out the overstimulation for just a few more strokes of his cock before he stills, his length pulsating as he finishes, only adding to the sensitivity between your legs making you squirm. He’s quick to push you off him as you do, his own sensitivity unable to take the feeling.

You both pause breathing deeply as you come down before he gives you a small tap and you flop onto your side on the bed. He quickly gets up, kicking his legs out to disperse the blood around them as his cock softens. You close your eyes to revel in the last dregs of your orgasm as he goes to your adjoining ensuite to sort himself out.

He takes a little longer than usual and you begin to frown, but then you hear the flush of the toilet and the door opening and you settle. You quickly get up, flashing him a smile as you hobble to your bathroom with legs like a newborn calf. Usual he’d let out a proud little chuffing laugh but this year he doesn’t.

When you return to see him sat on the side of the bed in his underwear, his fingers reaching to fix the necklace he had taken off back over his head and around his neck, you realize he looks distracted. “What is it? What’s wrong?” you ask him as you climb over the bed to your rightful side and slip between the covers.

His head turns, eyebrows raising as if he’s only just noticed you’re back in the room. “Huh?” he says. “Oh, nothing.”

“Really?” you say as he shuffles himself round to face you, put he doesn’t get under the covers. Peter doesn’t sleep over. He stays for a debrief and a chat for maybe another hour, some years two, but always leaves to return to his own apartment and bed.

“It’s just,” he says as he places an arm under his head as he gets himself comfortable, “I was just thinking about what you said earlier.”

“What did I say earlier?” you reply as you shift into a similar position to his, facing him. You look like two kids at a slumber party who have moved so close to each other so you can whisper really quietly and not disturb the others who are sleeping.

“About pretending to have a boyfriend to get your Mom off your case.”

You frown at him, “Yeah, but it’d never work because she’d want to meet him.”

“Okay, yeah.” he says, but his tone isn’t one of defeat, it instead says ‘wait, hear me out’. “But what if you had someone to take home and pretend to be said boyfriend?”

You’re still confused. “What are you trying to get at here Parker?” You suddenly sit up, placing distance between the two of you as a realization hits you. “Wait, this isn’t you asking me out or trying to be my boyfriend is it? You know I don’t really do the whole dating thing. We have our arrangement and that's-”

“No. NO. Would you just hear me out.” he speaks over you and cuts you off as he too sits up defensively. “Look, I just thought we could come to some sort of arrangement.” You’re silent as he pauses and takes a deep breath and you wait for him to continue. “Okay.” he says, his hands folding in his lap, “This is probably gonna be my Aunt May’s last Christmas.” he says and the implication of his words make you bristle. He struggles to look at you, but your eyes remain fixed on him so he know that you are listening and paying attention, even if his words are starting to make you uncomfortable. “I don’t want her to die thinking I’m gonna spend the rest of my life alone, you know? I mean,” he sighs, collecting his thoughts before he continues, “I don’t want her to die without hope.”

“Okay.” you acknowledge quietly as you follow his words.

“So I was thinking, what if- just for this christmas,” he emphasizes, “what if we pretend to you know, actually date. Come the New Year we go our separate ways as normal, no strings attached, but you know, just to get our families off our backs so we can live our chosenly single lives.” He screws up his face a little at the word chosenly, which he’s all but sure he’s made up but figures he’s gotten his point across.

“So, we pretend to date for the holidays to get our parents off our backs?” you frown, checking you’ve got his proposal right.

“Yeah. You’d come for Christmas Eve dinner with my Aunt and I’ll…” his voice trails off as he wracks his brain for an equal solution for you.

“You’ll come to Boston with me for my Mother’s New Years party.” You fill in for him.

He hesitates a second realizing he’d actually need to travel and stay with you and your family to make things even on your side of things, but the thought of letting May die thinking he’s going to be lonely forever, has his stomach turning more so he hastily agrees. “Fine, but-” he interjects, knowing a single day with his Aunt for a supposedly 2-3 day trip with your family isn’t a fair exchange, “if my Aunt is still with us in February, you have to stop by on Valentines day.”

“I thought you just said we go our separate ways come January.” You respond.

“Yes, but one meal with my Aunt in comparison to a multi day trip to Boston is hardly an equal-”

“Fine. Fine.” You concede with your hands raised.

He relaxes slightly as you come to an agreement. “You wanna shake hands on it or something?” he offers. You roll your eyes, your fingers reaching for the pillow you’d pulled into your lap to nervously fiddle with instead, picking it up and throwing it at him. “Hey.” he jokingly exclaims as he holds his hands up to catch the pillow before it hits him in the face. “Is that any way to treat your new boyfriend?” he deadpans.

“Uuuhhgg.” you scoff back with another eye roll but you can’t help the tiny smirk that creeps into the corner of your mouth.

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day in the life w/ the amazing spiderman

Exhaling a steady breath, you sluggishly stretch your body beside him. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you do your best to not wake him up. Slowly, you hold his wrist and remove his snug grip on your waist. Shifting the covers off your body and sliding out of bed. You gaze at him for a moment, seeing the way he adjusts his body to turn over.

Yawning as you step into your bathroom, you turn flick the light switch. Ignoring the way your bonnet is hanging off your head as you wet your toothbrush, you can’t stop looking at how messed up your hair is.

Cursing under your breath, you can’t help but stifle a laugh with a small shake of your head. It’s almost amusing, the way you look like a train ran you over. Once you hunch over the sink to spit out the toothpaste, a hand sneakily smooths over your butt. Squeezing at the soft and slightly exposed flesh. Glancing at him from your peripherals, you wave to him with your free hand.

“Too bad you didn’t want to stay in bed.” He says while grabbing his own toothbrush to get rid of his morning breath.

“Yes, way too bad. It’s not like we have responsibilities or anything.” You utter sarcastically while rubbing face wash all over your skin, watching how tired his eyes are.

Finishing up in the bathroom, you both go to the kitchen. The loud rumbling from his stomach being a huge indication of his hunger. Deciding to start up breakfast, you get out a pot and light the stove. 

“Just hand me the pancake mix in the closet there.” You say while focusing on getting all the necessary utensils to cook with, not paying him any mind until he hands you the box.

“Thanks-….” Taking the box, you immediately feel an abnormal substance on the edge of it. Eyeing him for a moment then looking at the box again, you shake your head with a few clicks of your teeth.

“How hard is it to walk two feet? I swear you get lazier by the day.” You roll your eyes playfully and turn to the bowl you’re using for mixing. Feeling a small nudge in your shoulder and you dust some mix in his face.

“It’s like that?” He asks a bit surprised by the sudden flour in his face and you cannot help but laugh at your boyfriend.

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ALL YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIES - PETER PARKER

DESCRIPTION I peter hates lying. but how is he supposed to tell the girl he loves the truth about her dead boyfriend?

PAIRING I tasm!peter parker× fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3,7k

A/N I it feels sooo good to write for Peter again I feel in love with him every single time. I really hope you will love this story 🤍

WARNING I mention of death 

Lying was never the right solution. Peter knew it.

But from day one, he knew he was doomed with you. Because there was no way he could tell you the truth.

Peter met you a few months ago when you started working at Oscorp. Not only were you smart enough to deal with important projects there, but you were so nice that people weren’t scared to ask you for advices. It didn’t take long for the employees to appreciate you. And you quickly got known there as the girl that was dating Reid, one of the main managers in Peter’s sector.  More specifically, they saw you as the one who managed to get his heart when he was seen as the hottest single person there. Girls were trying to have dates with him.

You had him in your bed.

Some of them were jealous, but most of Oscorp just saw you as a cute couple. You always had little intention for each other and were waiting for the other before leaving at night. Peter often compared the smile on your face when you were with Reid as the sun. You were illuminating the whole room when you were there.

Which, clearly, wasn’t the case today. Nobody excepted you to smile at your boyfriend’s funeral, anyway.

Peter had to be there, for you. Even if you weren’t the closest friends at work, it was inconceivable for him not to come and show you his support. You always had a nice word for him. You asked him about May more in a few months than anybody there in years. Peter felt noticed when you were there, like you were really seeing him next to you. And maybe Peter had a crush on you too, which mean his heart would never have allowed him to skip this funeral.

However, as Spiderman, he knew he shouldn’t be there. It wasn’t right.

“Thank you for being here, Peter.” He jumped when he heard your voice, too lost in his mind to notice you were coming to him. He hated that you didn’t have that bright smile on your face today. He hated that you were so sad your eyes were constantly red and so was your nose. He hated that he saw at least ten people giving you a hug to comfort you.

He hated that, it was partly his fault that you were sad today.

“I couldn’t leave you alone today. Not that you are alone! I saw your friends there, but…” Typically of Peter. He was so nervous around you that he got lost in his thoughts and words. But at least, he managed to make you chuckle slightly and it was worth every gaffe he could make. You stopped him by hugging him. You needed a hug more than anything. And somehow, seeing Peter here was comforting. You appreciated the boy, and it meant a lot for you to see his face in this crowd of mostly unknown people.

You were still in Peter’s arms when you let your mind talk, maybe for the first time since Reid’s death. “I can’t believe what happened, it doesn’t make sense.” You looked up at Peter. You were so confused that you didn’t notice he froze when you started talking about the accident. “What was Reid doing on the rooftop? Why did he jump? And what was Spiderman doing there if he couldn’t save him?”

Even if he was prepared for you to say his alias, Peter still jumped a little when he heard the way you said it. With some kind of bitterness. Like you were blaming him for your boyfriend’s death. Peter wished he could say something, but nothing was coming to his mind to save him.

Instead, he focused the people’s look on you two. He could easily imagine what they were thinking, seeing you in someone else’s arms at your boyfriend’s funeral. That was the reason he let you go suddenly and took a step back. “I…I have to go.”

You frowned, confused at his attitude’s change. “But call me if you need to change your mind!” Peter simply said before walking away. You guessed he left because of Reid’s friends looking at you, that was what you thought when you noticed their look too.

You had no idea that guiltiness was eating Peter alive.

And because you didn’t know about his feelings, either about Reid’s death or his crush on you, you indeed called Peter to hang out with you. You started during the week off you took because Oscorp reminded you of too many memories. You couldn’t deal with everyone’s pity look on you or the way they would try to be nicer with you because of your loss. But at the same time, you absolutely didn’t want to be alone. So, Peter went out with you to the grocery store or accompanied you on walks.

More than having company, you appreciated Peter’s presence by your side. There was something comforting about that boy. Maybe it was his gorgeous brown eyes that were so sweet it made you feel like you were the prettiest thing they ever look at. Maybe it was his big arms that made you think that nothing could ever happen to you, especially when Peter would put one over your shoulder to keep you close in the crowd. Maybe it was his laugh that made your day so much lighter every time you heard it.

Or maybe it was Peter in his entirety, the way he made you feel special during difficult times.

What you liked, too, was that Peter was always ready to come to you. You maybe took advantage of his kindness when you needed it. Like this one night you felt terrible after coming back to work. You texted Peter and asked him if he wanted to come to the cinema with you. “Sure, I’ll pick you up.” He replied, without asking about the movie.

The thing was, after spending a whole day surrounding by people who looked at you with sad smiles, you felt like the whole world was trying to make you feel bad. Especially considering you were slowly moving on Reid’s death.

For some reason, when Peter arrived and during the whole walk to the cinema, you felt like he was pitying you. And he noticed how you were distancing yourself from him. Peter really thought you had learned the truth. And for the first time, he realized how much he cared about you and how insufferable it would be for him to lose you. “What’s going on?” he finally asked you, grabbing you by the hand to prevent you from going away.

You didn’t answer at first. But when you looked at Peter, and interpreted his confused look for a sorry one, you couldn’t keep it to yourself. “I feel like the whole world knows I’m trying to move on and try to make me feel guilty with sad and pity looks. And you too!” you said, pointing a finger at him.

Peter was even more confused. “Me?” if one person had to feel guilty, it would be him. Why would he shame you? “I’m not pitying you, I’m encouraging you to keep going with your life.” He had this sweet voice he was using when he wanted to calm things down. He was doing that when you were crying in his arms, saying you should have noticed Reid’s behavior and he was convincing you it was never your responsibility.

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes at this answer. But when you made a step forward, Peter pulled on your arm to bring you closer to him. He didn’t control his strength and you ended up against his chest. You were both breathless for a few seconds, looking at each other with a mix of excitement, desire and fear.

Peter slowly brought his other hand to your face to brush your hair away. “I’m not pitting you.” He whispered, giving you a small kiss on the lips. One that you could easily think you imagined. But one that you appreciated. Because even if Peter noticed your wish to kiss him, he didn’t take advantage of it. He just proved you he wanted it just as much.

“Should we keep going? We’re going to miss the ads.” He had this playful smile that meant ‘let’s pretend nothing happened.’ A smile that was hiding all his stressful feelings. And yours, at the same time. You still needed time before settling down with someone new, even if a part of you already knew that it would be with Peter. The only way you found to prove him you were not giving up on the idea was to hold his hand during the movie. You felt like two teenagers in love, but you didn’t care. You needed to discover love again, like it was the first time.

You opened yourself to the situation the more you were seeing Peter. From small dates to bigger one and weekend outside of the town, you accepted that maybe it was right for you to start a new relationship. Especially with someone so caring and gentle like Peter Parker. You thought that after what you went through, nothing could go wrong.

Until one day, you noticed the blue and red suit in his closet. You didn’t mean to; you weren’t curious about Peter’s life to the point you would look for things he wasn’t talking about. You just wanted to hang the jacket he landed you. You didn’t except to find the biggest secret someone ever kept from you.

Or what you thought, at that moment, was the biggest.

“So, I called the restaurant. We can be there at…oh.” When Peter entered the room, he immediately knew what was going on. He didn’t need to look more into it. He knew exactly where he had put his suit when he came back yesterday. He never planned on hiding it. He never planned on you coming here, in the first place.

There was so much to say and yet Peter couldn’t open his mouth to defend himself. His voice was gone and his thoughts off.

When you turned around, Peter saw your red eyes and the expression on your face. It was a mixed between anger and deception. Something he knew he deserved from keeping things from you. “How…how could you lie to me?” your voice was already broken and it broke Peter’s heart. Because you were already this miserable with just the sight of the suit, he couldn’t imagine how you would be once you learnt the truth. “You know what happened that night.”

It hit you right when you said it. After months of wondering why Reid had killed himself, you realized that Peter, who was always there to comfort you and tell you it wasn’t your fault, knew what really happened and why he did that. Then, you realized something else. “And you didn’t save him.” You let your first sob out. You couldn’t believe that New York’s favorite superhero couldn’t save your boyfriend. “Why? Why Peter!” you screamed, walking fast to him to hit his chest.

Peter was still silent while you were hitting him harder and harder. He wished you could hurt him physically so he could feel the same pain as you. He wished you would hit him harder or use anything else that would harm him for real. But he knew that you wouldn’t even try, you were too nice for that. “It’s more complicated than you think…” were the first words he said. And of course, you laughed. It was a nervous and angrily laugh.

“More complicated than what, Peter? What is more complicated than you watching Reid fall to his death and not trying to save him?” Every time you were saying that, Peter could see him fall again. And again. Desperately wishing there was a way to save him. But it was too late.

“Reid isn’t…wasn’t who you think he was.” These words stopped you from hitting Peter. You frowned and took a step back. No, he couldn’t be using that pathetic excuse of you didn’t know him. Because it wasn’t true. You were dating Reid; you knew that man perfectly. There was no way you didn’t know anything about him. No?

“And so what, hm? He was cheating on me? He had a double life? Another wife? Children maybe? What was he hiding Peter, go on tell me!”

As much as Peter understood why you were angry, it was eating him alive not to tell you the truth. But could you handle it? He was trying hard to fight the words that wanted to escape his lips, to prevent you from being even more hurt. But you were pushing him harder and harder that at one moment, he couldn’t fight anymore. “He was working at Oscorp to make an immortal cure, ok!” Peter heard his own voice, the way it was harsh like a teenager fighting his parents and telling them mean things. He wished he could have been, at least, gentler when telling you that.

“No! You’re lying!” you were now screaming through your tears. You didn’t want to believe Peter. He couldn’t be right. Reid wasn’t the bad guy. If one person was supposed to be, it would be Peter for not saving him.

Since you couldn’t handle the situation anymore, and didn’t want to hear more of Peter lies, you left his apartment. And he didn’t try to prevent you from doing so. If he was you, Peter wouldn’t believed a single word either. He knew you needed time. So, he watched you leave his place. Maybe his life.

He wasn’t surprised when you didn’t come back to work. Neither was he when he learned you resigned from Oscorp. He guessed that not only did it reminded you of Reid, but now it reminded you of Peter’s betrayal too.

For a month, Peter didn’t hear from you. And he gave you the space you needed to think about that mess. He was 99% sure that you would never speak to him again. Which is why he was quite surprised when he saw you standing in front of his door, one night. You said a simple hi before he invited you inside. And you didn’t speak until you put the folder you brought with you on the table. “Tell me what you knew about Reid’s plan.”  

“I saw Reid one night at Oscorp. I had left earlier because I had a mission and I needed to get my stuff back. I thought nobody would be there, it was…10 P.M. I think or something like that. But then I saw Reid. He was working on an experiment, and I thought he was just making extra hours. I wasn’t supposed to be there, and he was the chief, so I didn’t make any noises and just took my stuff. But while I was ready to leave, I heard him grunt. I thought he hurt himself, so I ran there, and I stopped right before the door. That’s when I noticed he had injected himself with something.”

“When I came back the next day, Reid called me in his office and told me he knew I was there. Told me he heard some noises and when he didn’t see anybody, he looked at the cameras. So not only did he saw me, but he saw me as Spiderman. I thought I would be in trouble, but he asked me to stay that night to help him. I didn’t want to but my curiosity was too high, so I stayed and that when he explained to me what he wanted to do.”

“He told me he had lost his mom a few months ago and he wanted to work on some immortal cure, something that would prevent people he loved from ever leaving him. He was working on it, and he was testing it on himself. He offered me to take part of it since I had something special in my veins, blablabla. I refused because…well, I already went on that road, and it didn’t end well the first time. He didn’t argue he just asked me to not say anything to anyone, specially not you.”

“But I kept an eye on his project. There was something wrong with this, we are not meant to leave forever. I guess as long as Reid was working on himself, I didn’t mind. But the…the night he died, I got called at Oscorp. Reid was there. He had this arrogant look, very proud of himself. He wanted to tell me that the cure was effective, that he wanted to prove me that I was useless. I thought he just wanted to prove he was superior, and I was ready to let him think that. I didn’t care. Until he told me he was going to test it on you that night, because there was no way he would let such a pretty girl leave him.”

Peter was trying to be careful with his words and look at your reaction. You seemed absolutely calm on the outside, except for your hands grabbing the chair so hard that your joint was turning white. On the inside, you were screaming and blaming yourself for not seeing anything. “Keep going.” You said with a straight voice.

“I couldn’t let him do that. I…I already like you. And if I was ready to let you be happy with someone else, I would never let him hurt you. So, we fought, and I grabbed the flasks with his cure. I don’t know how but we ended up on the rooftop, still fighting for this stupid thing. I told him I couldn’t let him do that, that it was immoral to play with life like that especially with yours. He laughed at me, saying that it was cute to see me fight for my little crush like a teenager. That’s when I broke the flasks above the drain.”

“Reid went absolutely crazy. I thought I could convince him that he should find some help or anything but…he looked at me with that cruel smile. I still see it sometimes. He told me I had ruined his life and that I was going to pay the price. That’s when he let himself fall. I…I grabbed him, I managed to grab him and I thought I could bring him back on the roof. I never meant to kill me or not save him. But he uses some knife or something sharp to cut my webs and while I understand what he did, he was already…down there.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard. What happened. How your perfect boyfriend was just a monster that wanted to make you his immortal wife. How he was so crazy he tried to steal Peter’s blood. How he would rather die than live forever. How Peter or Spiderman were never the bad guy of the story How…wrong you were about everything you ever thought. You fell on the chair and Peter immediately kneeled in front of you. He grabbed your hand slowly and you let him caress your skin. You needed that.

“I’m sorry for hiding this for you but there was no good way to tell you Reid wasn’t the guy you thought he was. I should have told you the first day, but you were grieving. And I never thought you would like me, and we would start dating, and then it was too late…” you could feel the regret in his voice. And you understood him, in some way. In his situation you probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the person you love how they were wrong about the ex they idolize. So, you gave Peter a small smile.

“I probably wouldn’t have trusted you if you told me before, anyway.” You put your hand on the folder and brought it closer to you. “Now I do. It’s all the research he did for his stupid cure. There were hidden somewhere in the middle of his others documents from work.”

Peter gave one look at the documents. He will probably look more into it once you won’t be there, just to know more about that cure that led to this tragedy. But there was only thing he cared about right now, and it was the person sitting in front of him. Peter kept caressing your skin. He missed you even more than he thought he was. That was how he knew he was really in love with you.

“Do…you want to stay?” he asked with a small voice. He knew there was high chance you won’t want to stay. He still lied to you and it wasn’t because you accepted to come back here to see him that you were ready to start over.

You looked up at Peter. You wanted to. You really wished you could say yes and spend the night with him like nothing happened. But it wouldn’t be right. Because you knew that if you started this too early, you would ruin this relationship. “I’d rather leave.”

Peter nodded. He got up immediately to make you feel pressured to stay any longer. He thought that maybe, letting you leave faster would make you come back quicker. So he accepted to watch you take your bag back and go to his door. He accepted the small kiss you gave him on the cheek to say goodbye. He accepted to watch you leave him, one more time, without being sure that you would ever come back.

But right before he closed the door, you realized you forgot something. “Peter?” You saw his face coming out of the door. He was frowning, curious why you were calling him again. He looked at you walking to him. You didn’t hesitate a single second before putting your hand on his cheek. It was the right thing to do, you knew it. The next second, you gave Peter a simple kiss on the lips. Right like he did at the cinema, weeks ago.

Just to prove him that you still wanted him in your life. You just needed time.

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Outgrowing Spiderman - Tom Holland x Andrew Garfield

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ANDREW GARFIELD practicing stunts for "The Amazing Spider-Man" (2012, dir. Mark Webb) is so stimulating! Shake off Sony's hard drive!

Andrew and his commitment and love for the character and his story is so touching 🥺

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