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the other woman - tasm!peter parker

pairing: tasm!peter parker x black!reader, peter parker x gwen stacy

summary: you’ll always be the other woman

warnings: angst, heart break, one-sided love, mentions of death and greiving

a/n: this is what you get when i listen to the other woman and think of peter and gwen. i have no clue what is up with me and that one sided love trope but i love using it and writing for it is so much fun. i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it <333

i loved peter the moment i saw him on that play ground when we were five years old. he had fallen off the swing and of course me being me i helped him.

“hey you okay” i ask kneeling beside him, he nods as tears continue to fall down his face. i looked down and saw him holding his knee, i looked up at him again and he was looking directly at me. “can i see your knee” i asked and he nods before uncovering it, i gasp as i see the big cut on his knee he hisses as the breeze touches his knees “im sorry” i squeal and he laughs a little making me smile. “im ok don’t worry” he says and i smile a little bigger and nods l.

“i’m y/n” i say as i hold my hand out and he takes it, i pull him up with a little struggle but get him to stand up right. “peter” he says with a goofy smile. “nice to meet you peter would you like to play, we don’t have to because you just fell” i ask and he nods “i wanna play” he says and he grabs my hand again.

and ever since then we had been inseparable. i was there with him for everything, the good and the bad. i was there when he rode a skate board for the first time and when he became spider man, i was also there when his parents and ben died. i helped peter through everything even getting his first girlfriend.

peter was absolutely head over heels for gwen, he would do anything for her in a heart beat. i remember the first time we talked about her after he met her.

“y/n she’s so amazing, i think i’m in love” peter sighs and i smile at how happy he is “what is she like” i ask and he looks at me with the biggest smile on his face. “she’s like a shot of espresso” he says like he’s day dreaming.

i smile once again, feeling my heart chip “im happy for you, she seems amazing” the words are truthful, gwen seems like a wonderful but i just wish i was in her position. “she is, she is more than amazing actually words can’t describe how great she is” he goes on and once again i smile through it.

“im happy for you pete, you deserve it”

the day they got together i cried myself to sleep, feel my heart continuing to chip slowly. i had boyfriends through out their relationship but none of them lasted seeing a though i was in love with my best friend.

the relationship didn’t last long, they broke up after her fathers funeral and he was an absolute mess. he already felt like his death was his fault but leaving gwen was the icing on top of the cake, and once again i helped him through it.

“peter none of it is your fault, he made that choi-” i say gently but i’m cut off “you don’t get it, he’s dead because of me and i left gwen when she needed me the most because when i- i look at her i remember the promise i made to her dad and i- i cant break that promise” he yells, startling me.

the room was silent for a moment, the air suddenly becoming cool “if you want what’s best for gwen you keep that promise but if you want what’s best for you then that’s a decision you have to come to on your own and know that there will be consequences with that” i say before getting up to leave his room.

“if you need anything you know i’m always a call away” i remind gently before closing his door

peter broke the promise and got back together with gwen not too long after her father funeral, once again my heart chipped.

by senior year they were inseparable but peter was dealing with his own problems. the promise he broke was constantly on his mind, haunting him. on the day of our graduation peter was contemplating not being with her because his conscience was finally getting to him.

“y/n it’s like every time i’m spider-man i see his face and the words he told me replay in my head on a constant loop” he explains and i nod “it’s eating alive because i don’t want to break her heart but i don’t want her to be in danger because of me” i explains and i nod.

“would you rather her have a broken heart or her end up hurt or even worse dead because i know you and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if she got hurt because of who you are” i explains and he nods.

that night at her dinner be called it quits and they were both heartbroken but over time they both healed, or at least that’s what it seemed like because quickly after they ended up seeing each other again. peter explained it to me as trying to be friend with her which i could tell he was trying to do but, it was eating him alive not being with her all the time.

shortly after they got back together gwen died and that night peter showed up at my windows needing some type of comfort.

i opened my windows and helped him climb into my bed room, i knew by his body language that something was off so i pulled his mask off gently and laid it on my bed. i looked up at his face and saw that tears were falling down his cheek “what happened” i asked barely above a whisper and he chokes on his sob.

“gwen’s dead” he says and my heart drops, i feel tears well in my eyes not just got my own heart break but peters as well. “she’s gone” he sobs and falls to the ground talking me with him, i pull him into me and he cries into my shoulder. he clings onto me as if i’m his life line.

that night i cleaned peter up, bathed him, dressed him, and put him to sleep. it was like he couldn’t function so i did everything for him and it went like that for months after her death.

he got better with each day, coming back to his senses. he still refused to be spider-man no matter how bad the city was getting, crime was up 43 percent and he was still sitting in the house. well at least until i encouraged him a little.

“peter i know you’re all woe is me but you need to get the fuck up and put that suit on and go help the city, last night two women got abducted hell i almost got mugged the other night” i express “it’s not safe anymore peter and the people are i need of a man in a red and blue suit peter” i finish and he nods.

“you sound like gwen”

there would be many more comments like that over time, if i was patching him up it would be “oh gwen’s would to it this way” or if i was cooking it would be “gwen would add this” and it was never ending.

and the more and more he made those comments the more and more he thought it was acceptable. one night it all just became too much and i lost it.

“peter i really need you to help around the house” i beg and he shrugs “peter i don’t get it i’m doing the absolute best i can to keep everything together all im asking is for you to help around the house” i yell and he gets up.

“im going through a rough time” he says and i nod “i know and i’m trying to help but i can’t do everything myself” i say and scoffs. “gwen would be more understanding” he says and i lose it.

“well newsflash peter im not gwen” i yell “i cant be gwen and i’ll never be gwen’s but i can be y/n because that’s all i can be” i yell. he looks at me with an apologetic look on his face and i walk away from him and go to my room and shut my door.

that night i cried myself to sleep knowing i’ll always be the other woman.