#jealous gwen | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

billiedeansbitch · 1 year

Text

𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

note: just a little jealous fic with ms weems <3

warning/s: light smut

The day started out with a little bit of fun that was quite predictable from your eyes when Larissa emerged from the en-suit bathroom of your shared bedroom. You were already looking at her when she found you sitting on the love seat couch in front of the tall victorian windows with a neglected newspaper in hand.

From the typical robe, you noticed her only wrapped in a white cotton towel. Its length barely reaching her mid-thighs, and you gawked, pretty fucking bad.

Her hair was damp, appearing more blonde than silvery white, you knew her hair smelt sweet with a tinge of lavender and then your eyes descended, inch by inch. The piece of cloth flaunted her skin beautifully, bringing some justice to those legs she was so eager to hide through her choice of dress and skirts. It was criminal to conceal them.

She was so pale that her cheeks down to her chest, elbows and knees were always flushed after taking steaming showers and damn it never ceased to make you drool over her. Actually, you were foaming in the mouth right now. Kidding.

“I’m flattered to know you’d rather stare at me than read those boring newspapers.” She had a whimsical grin on her pink lips while gazing at you from the vanity mirror. She then collected her expensive smelling lotion, the one that had you so addicted and began with her legs.

There was a faint blush creeping on your cheeks, by the time she was finished, “You know it’s so rude of you to shower without me.” You put the newspaper down and sauntered toward the woman’s direction.

“Oh, honey. You slept like a log. I tried waking you up.” When you reached her, her body jolted at the surprised touch when you groped her firm ass. Your arms then automatically crawl around her waist, pulling her flushed against your body.

“Mmm, you should’ve tried harder.” On the last part your tone dropped, your lips pressed on her shoulder igniting a small whimper from her own lips.

Her skin was soft and cool, contrasting your slightly calloused fingers from teaching archery but she didn’t mind. She inexplicably adored them especially when they were doing a certain task that produced the most lustful sounds from her mouth.

Larissa watched your reflection in the mirror, the way your fingers danced to unwrap the towel to your lips as they moved from her shoulder to nape, placing hot and open-mouthed kisses to her other shoulder.

Whatever products she lathered herself with, you swore there was something magical in them, something that had you going nuts about, almost obsessed. “We’re going to be late. You still have to shower and get ready.” Her head was already swimming in guilt but her body kept encouraging your touch.

Your lips never left the smooth and flushed surface of her skin, “Don’t worry, pretty. I will be quick.” You said in between kisses.

And then the towel dropped on the floor, Larissa observed the way your eyes feasted on her nude form with your lips gaping, absolutely engrossed. Her body grew hotter, she didn’t know if it was the close proximity of your bodies or the way your breath seemed to caress over her shoulder, either way, it had her squirming.

You shamelessly marvelled each slope and curve, took in the delicious sight of her protruded clavicles, the shallow bend of her waist, those breasts, those hips…You planted a sweet kiss on her neck before you turned her around and brutally kissed her lips, your hands roaming up and down her body.

Consequently, you were an hour late to this gathering that was organized in Jericho. You were compelled to go by Larissa, not leaving you with so much choice, because she claimed she would get bored out of her mind without you and honestly it made your heart flutter.

Upon entering, everyone was quick to gather around Larissa and she embarrassingly had to make up a whole excuse and constantly apologizing for tardiness. You stood behind her while holding her hands the whole time, enjoying the lies and the apparent guilt on her face with a smirk on your face.

From the corners of your eyes you caught a sight of this man, tall and broad with dark hair and cleanly shaven face, stalking around for quite some time now. You didn’t think much of it, not until Larissa excused herself to go to the restroom and found him trudging her way. He stopped her and later they hugged.

You knew it was awkward. Unpleasant as it was to the blonde, she kept a sweet charming smile on her lips and before you knew it they were walking back to your direction.

“I thought you were going to the restroom?” you whispered, eyes scanning him up and down.

Discreetly she leaned to your ear, “Well, not anymore.” While she eyed him. You nodded.

Then she stood in her full height to introduce him. “Honey, this is Victor. We were in a fencing team together and our host for today.”

“Nice to meet you, Victor.” He offered a hand, you looked down, it seemed cleaned enough.

“Victor Brush, delighted to meet you.”

“That’s quite a handsome name for a gentleman.” You said fighting the snort from coming out. A soft jab on your side made you eye the woman, “Behave.” She reprimanded.

Thank God, he was too self-absorbed to notice the little interaction. He smiled, shying his eyes away, tint of red shading his cheeks. He thought it was a compliment. Idiot, you thought.

“This might come out as rude but do you mind if I steal Larissa for a while?”

“No, no, not at all, please.” you responded through gritted teeth, again, he didn’t think of it as anything.

And he was already pulling her away from you, “I’ll be right by the bar, darling!”

For about half an hour, you walked around, hid behind people’s backs, and kept a safe distance from your woman, happy to just observe how people swoon over her and smirking as you sip your cocktail knowing they stood zero chance against you, that you knew with your whole heart, hence jealousy was a rare thing in your relationship.

But this, this Victor was testing you, getting into your nerves and it was befit to say jealousy was the root of your impending tantrum.

When Larissa turned, what she saw was exactly what she had expected to see. Larissa could differ even from a great distance if the red on your cheeks was a harmless blush or from grave annoyance, unfortunately she knew it was the latter. The frown sitting on your face merely strengthened her belief.

Bored and vexed, you unclasped your bracelet, a minimal jewelry that diminish your gifts and ability when worn. The scales from your skin glistened like glitters and you felt relief rush through your body. You hastily pocketed the precious amulet, eyes too focused on the events unfolding before you to notice it slipped from your pocket.

With a tilt of your head, the water in his hand started to swirl and then with a brief whisper to the wind, the liquid in his glass spilled to his dress shirt. It all seemed like a little mishap. But then when your eyes averted from his damp chest to find those fiery blues, they were already looking at you. You bit the grin on your lip and mouthed an apology.

When he excused himself, Larissa could only sigh, the tight smile that made her cheeks hurt finally relaxed. With a few long strides, she crossed the room, bending down quickly and stood in front of you but you didn’t notice until she spoke, “Hey, darling.” Her voice was gentle, so sweet that if you could taste it, it would be just like honey.

She offered the two of you to move by the bar, by no means to oppose her, you took her hand in yours and walked side by side. You scooted closer to her, and cautiously placed a hand on her bare thigh a little too possessively but she made no effort to remove it. As a matter of fact, she welcomed it by uncrossing her legs and spreading them apart. Thank God for the skirts.

Then you started to talk as if your hand wasn’t wandering dangerously up her thigh, “He’s a normie.” It wasn’t a question, nor an accusation. It was the truth.

“Excellent observation.”

“But how? How did he get into nevermore? Daddy’s money?” Because it was written on the invite that this gathering was exclusive only for outcasts.

“Yes, his family was well recognized and considered as the most influential at that time,” she paused, licking her plump lower lips and your gaze were quick to follow.

“His father was the mayor and he threatened the school to shut down unless the school took his son. He believed it would be good for the school’s image. That his son was in fact helping the school to gain people’s trust. Truth was, little Victor badly wanted to be an outcast, he thought by attending nevermore he would harness some sort of ability.”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He had changed to another fine cotton dress shirt, tucked neatly into his trousers and sauntering toward your wife’s direction. Oh fuck me. Quick, you saw the fish tank and well, the unimaginable happened. The water leaped from the edge of the tank, partially soaking the left side of his body, he groaned and ran his hand down his face.

“Oops.” You murmured, giggling behind your hand. The commotion earned collective gasps followed by a series of “Are you okay?” in which he only responded with a glare and stomped away, furious and embarrassed.

You had enough of your fun, concerned that if you kept doing it you might actually unleash some real troubles. When you palmed your pocket to feel the bracelet and felt it empty, panic paled your face, and your heart instantly leapt to your throat.

Larissa was amused, watched you hop off the stool and searched the floor without leaving your spot. The game would have prolonged but Larissa didn't exactly have the heart to watch your panic increase. But then she thought it might teach you a thing or two about misplacing valuable items.

Alas, she pulled the jewelry out of her purse, "Looking for this?" your head whipped to her and found the pearls in your partner's hand. Relief kicked the panic in your chest.

Your lips curved to a coy smile, mirth glistening in your eyes. "It must have slipped or something." you deadpanned, wedging yourself between her legs, "Help me put it back on, pretty?" and her cheeks were dusted off with pink blush, still ever so shy when you call her names.

Once it was secured again around your wrist, you framed her face with your hands, “Thank you." and you kissed her full red lips.

Seeing the charm return to your eyes Larissa couldn’t help but make a comment, “Done with your tantrum?”

“Honey, it was barely an outburst. I only had a little bit of fun.” You justified yourself and nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders.

When your wife’s eyes shifted down your lips, and her breath kissed your reddening ears, it tempted you to moan, “I have another idea of fun but I don’t think this is the proper place for it.” The ending of this day was already decided with the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Wife, are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”

“Yes.” And so, you grabbed her hand, eagerly dragged her across with a silly grin patched on your face before she could change her mind. Behind you, Larissa couldn’t contain the giggles as you led her out of the crowd.

This was going to be so much fun.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #gwen christie #light smut #outcast reader #jealous reader #gwendolineuniverse

574 notes · View notes

cult-of-the-eye · 2 months

Text

The way when it's just her and Gwen, Alice seems to drop the lighthearted part of her interactions and go straight for pure hatred, she is straight up Not Having A Good Time Right Now

#my theories are #she could be jealous of sam and celia #she could be missing colin #or she could be dropping pretenses #around someone who knows just as much as she does??#im guessing its a mix #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp theories #tmagp speculation #gwen bouchard #alice dyer

90 notes · View notes

courtney-deserved-better · 5 months

Text

telling myself i can't start another tdwt rewrite but dear god do i want to write one focusing on alejandro and courtney in this weird situationship thats a lot more nuanced than just alejandro manipulating courtney and her falling for it. like theyre best friends they dont trust each other theyre the same person they dont know anything about the other one theres a mutual attraction theyre pining for other people theyre codependent they dont care about each other theyre platonic soulmates like i just want to do a deep dive into how messy that relationship couldve been building off of their friendship that exists in my head except the line between romantic and platonic is so fucking blurred they have no idea what they are to the other person

#they live rent free in my head as you can tell #ive been writing some intense moments for them in amicus curiae and im having a lot of Feelings about platonic alecourtney #tbh the whole concept of them replacing the best friends has been a great avenue for me to do a deep dive into their friendship #aughhhh i just. love them so much #and i do want to explore them in a situation where there is relationship potential even if that relationship never actually happens #because everything between them during tdwt could be so MESSY!!#like alejandro says he's just manipulating courtney but he's also doing it to make heather jealous but he's also genuinely worried about he #after the duncan thing but this is the only way he knows how to express that concern without making himself look weak #meanwhile courtney is falling for the act but she also knows its an act and is going with it for the emotional support it provides and shes #just doing it to make duncan/gwen jealous but she also is starting to see the real alejandro underneath it all because he does care even #though he doesn't want to and they do feel a strong connection that they dont know whether its platonic or romantic because romance is bein #shoved down their throats on this show and theyre both in complicated romantic dynamics with other people that theyre the easier option for #one another but they dont really want to be with one another like it just doesnt feel right #okay okay i legit have to stop and go to bed but just. them. im thinking so hard about them #platonic alecourtney

84 notes · View notes

visions--of--collisions · 4 months

Text

miles in the pit getting buffeted around like a sweet wrapper bc he doesn't know what tf he's doing and doesn't want to hurt someone or give himself away as enhanced .... hobie having to wade in there to help him out or watch it happening from the stage without losing his shit .....

#spiderverse #inspo #punkflower #hobie x miles #🎸🌻#miles morales #hobie brown #why are we sleeping on the hilarity and awkwardness of the early stages of this relationship pleas e #so much talk about miles getting his Punk Makeover™ but nothing about his r&b/hip hop-raised ass dealing with word salad lyrics #imagine him getting jealous/frustrated all over again bc he can't Get this thing hobie and gwen have in common #meanwhile gwen doesn't care that they don't share music tastes & hobie's hopelessly endeared by how hard he's trying #at least it gives him an excuse to monopolize more of miles' time under the guise of 'giving him an education'

75 notes · View notes

blooming-gwens · 16 days

Text

The first 1,200 words of For Everything Chapter Two

Hey guys! I’m really, super excited to be back in action, working on this monster of a fic. It’s still going to take me a considerable amount of time to finish, but to tide you over, I am releasing to you the first 1,200 words of what I am expecting to be a 45-50k chapter. Enjoy~

»oO{|~|}{|~|}Oo«

Time seemed to slow as she descended from the shadows into a brilliant night sky.

She’d never seen the stars so close before—Glittering like polished jewels caught in the light of a craterous, full, yellow moon.

Not even perched from the highest point of the city had the sky been so crystalline—above her an abysmal sea of a million luminous lights, glinting against the empyrean curve of the fathomless cosmos that retreated further and further away from her, falling out of reach, out of touch—smaller and smaller until they were just pinpoints—until they were absorbed by the silvery clouds she sliced through.

She couldn’t breathe, the air whipping around her stealing any breath she could greedily inhale. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry.

There was nothing she could do.

Miguel had warned her. He showed her, as if knowing would be an advantage, as if knowing would slow her fall. As if knowing would inspire her not to take it all for granted—but she did, and there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to change it now.

And there was so much she wished she could have changed.

»oO{|~|}{|~|}Oo«

“Wait, I think there might be a way to figure out where the Go-Home-machine sent Miles.”

Gwen didn’t mean to roll her eyes, but she also didn’t fight the instinctual movement that reflected the otherwise unwarranted annoyance that curled through her. To be fair, the feeling had been festering for the past four minutes as she petulantly sat through a whirlwind of ideas—some good, some bad, some questionable at best.

That had been the first time Margo had chimed in through the plethora of plans being shoved into the mix, and Gwen had already been steadily losing her patience with every dead end they met.

Time was not at their disposal, yet there they were, on some secluded rooftop on Earth-616B, wasting more than they could afford, missing every mark they shot for.

And Miles…

Miles was missing in a finite cluster of multiverses, and Miguel was also on the prowl—armed with rage, and the numbers, plus every advantage they could only dream of possessing. Meanwhile they didn’t even know where to start looking or how, but all of a sudden Margo did.

“Well don’t leave us in suspense, pig tails.” Ham groaned.

“You’re one to talk.” Peter B huffed with a raised brow. Gwen leered at him, shaking her head once. “What?” He asked, meeting her narrowed eyes.

“Oh, I get it! Because he is a pig, and he has a tail!” Pav perked, gesturing down to Ham, who was glaring daggers at the pink robed Spider-man.

“Nice, Pav.” Hobie said, lounging with his arms folded behind his back in a web spun hammock suspended between two air conditioning units.

Mayday squealed from the carrier strapped to Peter B’s chest, kicking her chubby legs with a giggle and reaching towards the talking pig. She had been wholly fascinated by Spider-Ham since first glance as if he was a character from one of her storybooks.

“Right…” Margo sighed before continuing. “So the Go-Home Machine keeps an archive. Just the consequential details like the variant, where it was sent, stuff like that. The data is wiped intermittently as a security measure, but knowing Miguel, there could be a backup.” She explained promptly, Gwen scrutinizing her glowing figure with arms folded over her chest

“That guy does have some major trust issues.” Gwen heard Peter B mutter from behind her. Her eyes rolled again. At this rate, she expected them to be stuck upwards by the end of this conversation.

“Assuming you’re right, would LYLA have access to this back up?” Gwen questioned, her tone bristling.

“LYLA has access to everything.” Margo answered, turning to face Gwen, her holographic form glittering under a flickering flood light mounted to a wall behind her.

“Can you access it?” Gwen emphasized, her tone clipped. Already she could see all the ways her idea could go–none of them consisting of a successful resolution. “Without getting caught.”

A smile spread to Margo's lips. Gwen’s stayed set in a subtle scowl.

It turned out Spider-Byte also had access to everything, it just took a little more effort, and she would have to directly hack into the machine's mainframe on E-928. Any other way would significantly heighten the probability of LYLA’s security protocols being triggered.

“That sounds like a suicide mission if I ever heard of one” Noir added, tipping his hat forward and cupping his masked chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “And I have planned a couple myself.”

“Noir’s right.” Peni said, sitting inside SP//dr, the front hutch of the mech suit propped open. ”Miguel would never leave HQ without surveillance, especially if he knows some of us have gone rogue. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Margo nodded before gesturing to herself. “I’m an avatar. They can’t catch what they can’t touch.” She waved one hand through her forearm, and everyone watched in astonishment when her arm wavered as her fingers passed right through it.

“Oh, that is creepy.” Pav whispered, covering his mouth with his hand.

”I’ll be quick. In and out. Easy.” Spider-Byte confidently continued.

“But what if—“ Peter B started before Gwen curly cut him off.

“She’s not going alone.”

All eyes turned to her as she spoke, silence following her decree.

Ham was first to break the seemingly long, awkward stretch of stillness. “Now it’s actually a suicide mission. Well, at least for Gwen who can’t do that cool arm thing like Margo.”

Spider-Byte took a single step towards Gwen, her brows knitting together. “I don’t need the back-up. Like I said, I’m untouchable.”

Gwen couldn’t trust that. She couldn’t trust her.

There had been no intention to harbor shock or malice towards Margo, but there was still an itch about her Gwen couldn’t scratch. She never really went out of her way to talk to the avatar, but they would pay each other a respectful acknowledgement anytime they crossed paths—which wasn’t often.

Margo spent a majority of her time in the confinement wing of HQ, where all the anomalies were stacked up to be sent back to their respective dimensions. Maybe it was Gwen’s uneasiness towards the machine, but she never strayed to that side of HQ on her own volition. If she was needed, she would report, but she kept her interactions and time there minimal.

In turn, the two girls remained distant.

Though Gwen couldn’t help but notice how her and Miles had looked a little longer, said a little more than she ever bothered to say to Gwen.

(And vice-versa.)

Her and Miles?

Perhaps the insistence of her blatant jealousy could have better timing. Her focus was needed elsewhere and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, right?

“You’ll need the back-up if things go south.” Protested Gwen, leering down at Margo.

“What happens if something happens to you?” Pavitr all but squeaked, his stress tangible.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Pav.” Gwen hissed, her eyes still locked with Margo’s.

“Is it just me, or is Gwen being very intense?” She heard Pav ask in a hushed whisper.

“S’not just you.” Hobie replied flatly.

{|~|}{|~|}

And scene. I hope that satiates the pain of waiting. I appreciate all your patience, and above all, support! Much love <3

#jealous Gwen beloved #like I was about to let that go lol #just a little jealousy to cloud the good ole judgement #anyways #feel free to let me know what you think!#also feel free to reblog to support and share my work!#ghostflower #gwen Stacy #Margo Kess #miles morales #Hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #spider ham #spider noir #atsv #btsv #megs post-its #my writing

44 notes · View notes

clowningaroundmars · 1 month

Text

my absolute fave thing to read in punkflower fics is lovesick puppy hobie brown

cool-as-a-cucumber hobie overthinking miles' every move, leaving lingering touches on him, longing glances thrown his way

certified BAMF hobie hanging by a doorway or window just a second too long before leaving miles

"skinny-hot" hobie refusing to believe someone as ✨️cool✨️ as miles would be into someone like him

badass punk hobie just yearning and pining and practically draping himself all over miles in desperate attempts but then pulling back all scared when anyone even hints that they should get together

god, i need pining lovesick loser hobie like AIR rn 😭

#mine #punkflower #spiderverse #can yall tell i am Not Normal rn #COOL HOT BADASS FUNNY HOBIE JUST!! *clenches fist* JUST!!! just fuckin swooning #like a victorian lady whenever miles does Anything #i mean do yall SEE the way he pays attention to and looks at miles in the movie?#i am unwell. i will never be able to emotionally recover from this #just... god. i love it #hobie brown spider punk just trailing after miles #joking with him and wrapping him up in all of the clothes he can manage to bring #practically screaming silently for miles' attention at every moment #showing off a lil bit when theyre swinging #dont get me wrong hobie is a very very cool guy. when miles isnt there #miles: shows up #hobie: immediately turns into the worlds biggest clumsiest clown to ever exist #miles: smiles #hobie: crashes into 2 walls a telephone pole and falls over a fence #bonus points if miles literally has zero clue the entire time #bc like obviously miles KNOWS hobie is ridiculously hot. this is canon #but SURELY someone like hobie has nooooo interest in him whatsoEVER right guys? …right? ahaha #IDIOTS the both of them #idiots in love #this is a trope i will never tire of ever #also the skinny-hot comment is a reference to the official atsv script #LOOK IT UP IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY #it is filled to brim with homosexuality and plenty of funny ass lines of miles being jealous #but miles my boy. my baby boy #look at me #you need not be jealous of hobie. YOURE the one in the middle of the love triangle NOT GWEN

43 notes · View notes

camelots-daffodil · 1 year

Text

When and why was the Gwaine/Gwen photoshoot done bc ??? Don’t get me wrong I’m 100% here for it but they fact they had a whole photoshoot seems odd given I didn’t really get love interest vibes from them?

(They’re perfect and I love them immensely)

#I know one of the points was to make Arthur jealous #immaculate writing right there #but having a photoshoot just seems odd imo #I love those pictures though it’s giving tangled (Disney)#bbc merlin #gwen pendragon #gwaine #knights of the round table

196 notes · View notes

variety-fangirl · 1 year

Note

Could you do “it’s you, it always has been” with tasm Peter x reader please? If you have the time of course :)

Always Been You / tasm Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend was never ideal but how could you not fall for your sweet, caring, selfless Peter? But when Gwen comes into the picture, you think they are secretly dating and try to move on by going on a date.

Warnings: angst with fluff ending, jealous reader and Peter, feelings confessed, language, reader feeling threatened by Gwen being around, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: Of course beautiful! :D Thank you for requesting, I appreciate it! 😘 You're so sweet 🥰 Hope you like it and that it turned out how you wanted. Requests are open! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you!

Word count: 2.1k

Peter had been your best friend since you were young, you were both inseparable and still were until recently. You and Peter had always done everything together, you wouldn't often find the one without the other for long. You pair were so close that people who weren't close to your friend group often thought you were dating, and Peter didn't help the rumours when he was affectionate with you. An arm around the shoulder, holding hands, forehead kisses, he was always close to you. Even your friends believed you would end up together, convinced of the idea even.

You and Peter always denied that you were anything more than friends, despite your totally secret and definitely not obvious crush on your best friend. It killed you to say it but you knew he would never feel the same about you as you did him. And you had come to terms with it, mostly. You loved Peter, wholly and irrevocably, your whole being was consumed by him at all times. He was your everything, no one else compared, not even by a long shot. And that terrified you, the thought of being unable to move on or have someone make you feel like Peter does. You will have to eventually. You reminded yourself sadly.

Nothing had ever come between you and Peter, you were as tight nit as anyone could possibly be but that didn't mean you hadn't ever argued, disagreed, or feel the same about everything. You both had your differences, and that's what you liked about one another, the interesting individual thought process behind ideas or opinions. You'd had a few small arguments and disagreements but you'd never gone more than two days without speaking or being mad/unhappy with each other. Neither could stay mad, especially you, Peter could do something innocent yet adorable when resolving the issue and your heart would just melt.

Things had been great between you guys, as per usual, everything was just normal. That was until Gwen came into the picture, seemingly taking an instant liking to Peter. Not that you blamed her, how could you not? Especially when he flashed his signature beautiful white-toothed smile and nervously played with the sleeves of his hoodie, it was plain adorable. Everyone who met Peter instantly liked him, he had a way with people without realising it, and he was good with them.

You noticed over the past couple of weeks that Gwen and Peter had been hanging out more and more, by themselves. Your typical everyday texts turned into every couple of days, your biweekly hangouts were cancelled, group hangouts were postponed or Gwen was always present, and it was taking a toll on you. You struggled not having your best friend around as much, but you tried your best to accept and understand that Peter would date at some point. That you would have to share his attention and time with someone else that meant as much as you did to him, if not more. Safe to say, that was a hard pill to swallow. But you had to, he wasn't yours anymore.

You felt the best way to move on from Peter and accept everything was to go on a date, figuring it would be a positive step in the right direction. You asked your other best friend Harry to help you find someone nice to go on a date with, settling on a friend of a friend, Jack. The date was arranged for the following Friday at 7 pm at a local diner, casual and familiar. Close to home if something were to go wrong or right, you supposed, the thought surfacing feelings of uncertainty.

By the time the day of the date rolled around, you were riddled with nerves. You had only ever been on four dates in your whole life, none of which had gone well enough for a second. Being in love with your best friend for most all of your teen years until now kind of ruined your love life, which was non-existent, and you hated it. Why? Why did it have to be Peter? Couldn't it have been Mark from bio or Ryan from English? Normal, typical boys who were nice enough and had always been kind to you, so why not them? Because they aren't him, he's extraordinary, amazing, devastatingly handsome Peter. You were really starting to hate that inner voice of yours.

You did another once-over of your outfit for your date, impressed by your choices. You wore a pair of your best black jeans that made your bottom look incredible, shaping you nicely in the right areas. Your shirt was a pinkish-brown cotton long-sleeved shirt that plunged slightly to show some cleavage and hugged your figure beautifully, paired with brown ankle-strapped heels and a black leather jacket. Hair was curled, make-up minimal with some glitter on your eyes for a little pop of attention, and smelled like your favourite perfume. You nodded in approval before heading out the door, keys, phone and purse in a small side bag.

You arrive at the diner five minutes early, texting Jack that you'd get a table as you headed inside. The kind waitress leads you to a four-seater booth by a window, the place was packed as expected. This was a popular hotspot for people your age to come to on weekends. Brown wood tables, red leather seats, 80s music playing, it was one of your favourites. As you get settled and order a coke while you wait for your date, you receive a reply letting you know he was just parking. Thankfully Harry had shown you a picture beforehand, so you knew who to look out for. You could feel the nerves bubble more than before, unsure of what to expect or how to feel about this whole thing.

But it all seemed to disappear as Jack walked through the door, a bouquet of flowers in hand and looking as handsome as ever. Nothing on Peter but handsome nonetheless. The same waitress pointed to you and he walked over with a smile that would make any girl or guy melt in an instant, the kind that models and famous people had. You couldn't help but return it as he handed you the flowers and kissed your cheek with a cheeky little hello, his overwhelmingly wonderful aftershave filling your senses when he leant close. He sat down across from you as you placed the beautiful flowers next to you, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

An hour later you were home, the date having gone amazingly. Jack had been the perfect gentleman, listened and asked all the right questions, even walking you home after. You arrive outside your apartment door, Jack stood behind you with a smile as he watches you open the door. "Well thank you for tonight, it was lovely. I enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." you smile nervously, worried that he didn't enjoy the evening as much as you had. "I loved it, thank you for a great evening. I hope to hear from you for a second real soon beautiful, good night." Jack flashed you a panty-dropping smile as he kissed your cheek. You bit your lip as he pulled away and gave you a little wave as he walked down the stairs.

You sigh contently as you switch on the light and close the door behind you, placing your keys on the side cabinet. Only locking it with the key, remembering your roommate mentioning that they would be out till late. You turn around and go to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle. "Well, he seemed nice." A voice says behind you, a scream erupting from you as you spin around quickly to see Peter sitting on the sofa in your living room. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as you tried to calm your breathing, walking to where he was sitting. "What the fuck Peter? How long have you been there?" you yell, standing near.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. About 30 minutes, how was your date?" Peter asked, looking away from you with a clenched jaw. You frown feeling confused, the way he'd said 'date' was as if the word pissed him off. "Good, but why are you here?" you questioned, figuring he would be with Gwen or at home. He shook his head, still not looking at you, something was up with him. "Not important, I shouldn't have even come." Peter stood up, making his way to the door. You scoff, not believing how he was acting.

"Oh no, you don't get to ignore me for weeks with odd texts because you'd rather hang out with Gwen than me and then get annoyed for whatever reason because I went on a date!" Peter stops dead, back tense as he turns to face you. You had no idea why Peter would possibly be upset about you going on a date, he had no right to! Considering he had replaced you with Gwen. You just wanted to move on from him and he was making that really difficult. "Rather hang out with Gwen?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused. Your eyes widen in disbelief, had he really not noticed? Ouch.

"Wow, yes Peter. You've been spending all your time with Gwen as of late, me and Harry feel pushed aside. Seems she's become more important just because you have a crush on each other." you roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Despite your own feelings, you would never stop Peter from being happy with someone else. He was your best friend first, crush second, so it didn't sit right with you to be cast aside for some girl. You liked Gwen, of course, because how could you not? But she had seemed to steal all of Peter's attention from his friends, not just you.

"Wow, hey, no. I don't have a crush on Gwen, we are just friends. Why would you think that?" Peter wondered, a slight tone in his voice that threw you off, he sounded nervous for some reason. "I've seen how you look at her, Peter... Like she's everything," you whisper, looking away from him. You can feel the nerves bubble in your chest and tears well in your eyes, building as if they were going to explode at any moment. It was just all too much to deal with. You'd had a wonderful date with someone you genuinely thought could maybe help you to move on from Peter, and then Peter shows up here mad at you for going on a date, what the hell was happening?

"I don't... I can't... fuck!" Peter swore, hands pulling at his hair in frustration as he turned away from you before turning back to face you once again. You were unsure what was going on, confused by his mood swings and behaviour. Peter sighed, walking toward you with intent, "why is it you're the only one who doesn't see it?" he whispers as his hands cupped both cheeks. You frown, frozen at the close proximity of Peter's face to your own. "What are you talking about?" you question, willing the tears not to fall. To be strong in that moment.

"It's you, It's always been you Y/N." he laughs, "you were always the one for me, not Gwen, not anyone. God, I've been in love with you since the first day we met. No one else could compare, not even in the slightest but I never wanted to say anything because I didn't think you would feel the same and ruin our friendship. You've got me wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it, sweetheart." Peter whispered as he placed his forehead against yours, both eyes closed as you breathe out deeply. The tears you tried to stop fell down your cheeks, a sobbed laugh escaping you.

"You're an idiot! I've been in love with you for a long time. I went on a date to try and get over you because I thought you liked Gwen." you laugh, tears not stopping. Peter pulled back, eyes staring back at you wide, "you love me too?" he whispers, hands holding your face desperately as they shake. "Yes, how could I not?" you smile, moving your hands to hold the arms that held your face. "Guess we were both idiots then, hmm?" he laughs, thumb gently stroking the damp skin of your cheek. You nodded, stroking his clothed arms.

"You know I'm going to have to take you out on a date now, don't you? Make you forget all about that other guy?" Peter laughed, leaning in until his lips touched yours. You smile as your lips move together, hands moving to hold his neck, "you better." you both chuckle, foreheads touching.

#ptasm!spider man #tasm!peter parker #fluff #angst #y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #gwen stacy #jealous peter parker #marvel #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew!peter parker

316 notes · View notes