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thewritersaddictions · 3 months

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Request- (M) Peter x Gwen: Wife Treatment (TASM)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy

Pov: Peter

Warnings: Bathing Scene, at-home massage, oral (Female receiving), fingering, Fluff, Smut, in love, a little bit of sweet dirty talk.

Summary: It's just an innocent bath and massage from Peter to his wife, Gwen.

WC: 2.6k

A/N: @ firefly-graphics for dividers

Marvel Master List // The Rich Master List

Peter knows that their anniversary isn’t for another few months, but if he can’t pamper the fuck out Gwen whenever, then what is even the point of being in a relationship. He takes his title very seriously. ‘Husband” Married to a beautiful woman, meaning she deserves everything in the world. On a random Friday, he gathers a bouquet and Gwen’s favorite takeout. The little things make their relationship ever-growing and get better by the day. Peter loves to see the beaming smiles that grow on Gwen’s beautiful face and the soft kisses on his lips when she comes into his arms for a long and meaningful hug.

So it’s no guess when Peter decides that he wants to pamper Gwen again but in a better way than ever before. Peter is brilliant; he listens to Gwen when she talks about things she has been thinking about for at least a few months. “A massage; maybe I should just set up an appointment.” Peter then offers to do it for her, saying, “How about I call? You don’t have to worry about it any longer.” Gwen is always surprised at the kind-hearted things her husband says to her. Peter doesn’t schedule a massage for Gwen. Instead, he takes the opportunity to fill the bathtub with hot water, but a few drops of lavender oil and a bath bomb for an extra measure into the mix. When he returns from the kitchen with a bottle of wine, the bath water has changed from clear to a gorgeous purple color with specks of sparkle everywhere.

He hears the door open with ease, and the recognizable heel sounds echo against the apartment walls. “Honey?” Peter hears Gwen shout, “Where are you?” Usually, Peter greets his beautiful wife at the door, but instead, this time, he’s hidden away in the lavender-scented bathroom. Candles burn away as Peter quickly gets up and finds his wife. “There you are. You are not going to believe the day I had,” Gwen says to Peter. “I bet I won’t, but how about you tell me in the tub.” Gwen isn’t sure what her husband said but follows his sweet guiding hand to their master bathroom.

What awaits Gwen has her almost automatically in tears. A hard day’s work washed away from the scent of lavender, and candle wicks burned in the air. “Oh, Peter!” It comes out as a moan, a sigh of the day being over. “I’m glad you like it,” Peter says softly while wrapping his arms around the front of her stomach, pulling her back flat against his chest. He presses soft and gentle kisses to her neck and cheek. Breathing in the sweet aroma in the air eases the both of them. “How about we get you undressed?” Peter’s voice is soft and quiet, keeping the intimate nature of the room intact.

Peter helps Gwen unbutton the white blouse, gently sliding it down her arms as it lands in a small pile on the floor. Petter falls to his knees next, searching for the small zipper at the back of Gwen’s black pencil skirt. The material falls with ease down her hips and falls to her feet. Gwen steps out and waits for her husband to undress the rest of her. Her lace pantyhose goes next, with a few kisses to her inner and outer thighs before they are added to the pile of dirty clothes. Her panties and bra land in a different pile because Gwen has taught her husband one thing: ‘Some clothes are delicate and can’t be washed with harsh materials like your jeans and jackets, Peter.’

“Check the water and see if it’s warm enough, baby,” Peter says to Gwen as he starts to undo his jeans buttons and tug them down his hips. Gwen doesn’t watch her husband for long; instead, she turns her attention to the warm bathwater. She had no qualms with the temperature, so she sat at the porcelain edge of the tub and watched her husband undress. Gwen sometimes forgets that her husband is a built masterpiece. The hard-cut edges of his abs and the solid mass of the rest of his body make her feel gooey inside. When finally, both of them are as naked as the day they were born—Peter motions for Gwen to get in first. The tub can fit both of them comfortably without the water overflowing over the tub’s edges.

Gwen goes first, and Peter follows behind her, with Peter settling behind his wife, his back pressed against the tub, and Gwen’s back pressed into the warm flesh of Peter’s chest. The quiet of the bathroom and the little sounds of the sloshing water surrounding them are soothing. At first, Peter doesn’t want to disturb the silence or comfort in the room, but he promises he’s listening to Gwen’s day. “So you said something about your day, love?” His words are soft. Gwen hums and then fills the room with her voice. She talks about her day, about that coworker who keeps piling her work onto Gwen’s table. “Maybe it’s because I’m the head researcher, but I’m getting tired of taking this women’s shit.” Peter does his best to calm his wife, rubbing gentle circles into her arms or pressing a few kisses into her ear.

Not until Peter grabs the bottle of shampoo and starts to massage the roots of Gwen’s hair does her fast words and frustration seem to ease away. Her head falls back into Peter’s chest, and her eyes flutter. Gwen is in complete heaven. Peter’s fingers move with great purpose over the scalp of his wife; every move he makes pushes Gwen further into comfort. She doesn’t even notice the water drip over her scalp to remove the shampoo or the silky feeling of Peter’s condition-covered fingers falling into her hair. It’s not long after that when the water goes from warm to cold, way too cold for either to be comfortable. So Peter slips out, wrapping a towel around his waist and wrapping a towel around Gwen’s body. The soft, fluffy towel engulfs Gwen in warmth. Little words are spoken because, well, honestly, they don’t need words. Nothing will ever truly express how Peters’s heart thumps faster whenever Gwen is in his arms or how Gwen’s eyes twinkle when she’s looking up at him. They walk hand in hand towards the bedroom.

Gwen missed this when she walked to the bathroom with Peter, or he had been sneaky and placed more candles in the bedroom and another soft towel on the bed. “I know you were talking about getting a massage, but I was thinking, how about you let me do that for you?” Peter says. Gwen is in complete and utter shock, a suitable type of shock that it takes her a few minutes to understand what Peter has just said. “Gwen?” The silence isn’t a bad sign to Peter, but he wants to make sure he’s doing good so far. “It’s perfect.” Gwen’s voice is quiet and timid. It’s almost as if she’s scared to tell Peter that she loves all the nice things he does for her. A smile grows on Peters’s face, and he guides her to the bed.

“You’re okay staying naked like this for me?” Peter asks. Gwen eagerly nods while waiting for her husband to guide her onto the plush bed. “Good, now come lay down on your stomach,” Petre murmurs to Gwen, and she follows his words. With that, Gwen got situated on the bed, her stomach lying flat on the towel and her arms crossed under her chin to support her head, but Peter quickly adjusted her arms, setting them down to her sides instead.

Gwen couldn’t see anything besides the bedside table and the front of the headboard, so she stuck to relying on her other senses. The sound of shuffling feet tells her that Peter is no longer at her side but somewhere behind her. The next sound that has her skin lighting up with goosebumps is the recognizable sound of the top of a lid snapping open, and then the liquid is poured all over her legs. It starts at just the bend on her knee. The oil pooled and dripped down her skin, “I’m starting with your feet.” Peter says quietly, “Always on them, workin’ yourself to death over that damn research projects. I think my girl just needs to relax once in a while.’ Peter murmurs as his hand comes around one of Gwen’s feet. His hands are covered in oil, making them slip over the curves and edges of Gwen’s feet. He’s got a whole process, taking care of each foot with care and ease. He rubs delicate circles into the arches of her feet, and then his large thumb rubs mini circles into her soles. “Those heels are makin’ a mess of your pretty feet, Gwen.” He says to her, but Gwen isn’t listening anymore. She focuses on not giggling or cringing away from the touch due to how soft and feathery it is.

The feeling only gets worse when Peter moves away from the soles of her feet to her tiny little toes. Get toes gets its attention. Her big to first, which is easy enough, but when Peter manages to get to her last toe, Gwen can’t help but burst out with little giggles. Peter smiles with joy as he knows that this is what Gwen has needed for a long time. A night where she doesn’t have to be on her feet and she’s being cared for by her wonderful, caring husband. Peters’s hand floated up, slipping over her feet and calves. He works with ease on each leg. Pressing his thick fingers into her skin, he works out the thigh muscles before moving on to another section. It isn’t long before he’s worked his up her calves to her thighs, where he can see the slight jiggle of her flesh at every pass of his large hand on her skin.

The oil runs out after he’s completed both of her thighs, so the clicking of the bottle brings Gwen back to life. She’s been so at peace she’s pretty sure that at one point, she even fell asleep, which was sort of the whole point. Regardless, the oil pours down her spine, pooling at the base of her hips. Gwen’s skin glistens under the candlelight as Peter gets his hand oily again and works on Gwen’s ass. Playing and teasing with the plush skin. “Peter…” Gwens moans out with a sigh of contentment. Peter only hums, moving on and up Gwen’s spine. Meanwhile, Peter is sitting on the top of Gwen’s ass as he rubs the heel of his palm into a tough muscle in her back. With every hard squeeze of Peters's hand on Gwen's back, a moan or sign falls from her lips, to which Peter asks, “Did that feel good?” or “I should do that again?” He never gets an actual answer, just another hum from Gwens' lips.

Peter slides back down Gwen’s frame, sitting back on her ankles. “Gwen baby, you gotta roll over for me.” Gwen’s motion is slowed down tenfold; she doesn’t move gracefully; instead, she moves over groggily. Gwen may still be naked, but that didn’t mean Peter wanted to make her uncomfortable. He’s just wearing a pair of black boxers, not that it does much to cover the chub growing in them. Peter is always willing and wanting to wait for his pleasure if he can make his wife cum before he does; it only makes him more feral for her. Peter slides back up her frame, resting his hips just above her own. Gwens eyes are open now, looking up at her handsome husband. “Well, hello, beautiful,” Peter mutters, a soft smile on her features. “Hello, handsome.” She replies, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can I touch you, Gwen?” He asks, and she nods. “You can touch me anywhere.” She says softly as his hands come up to grab at his hip.

Peter bends down to slip one of Gwens’ tits into his large hand, squeezing and massaging at the supple skin. Her nipples are tight and stiff as his thumb grazes over the flesh. It’s not until Peter’s mouth rounds, the skin of her tit, her grip on his hips gets more robust, and the moans start to fall from her lush lips. Her moans don’t fall on deaf ears; instead, he sucks harder, licking his tongue over the nipple, encouraging her to be louder for him. He sucks until Gwen is nearly pulling him off of her tit, and then he takes the other in his mouth, giving just as much attention to it. Gwen’s hands fall to Peter’s hair as she pulls him in for rough teeth, a gnashing kiss. “I love you,” Gwen whispers against Peters’s lips before he descends her body and her legs open up for him. Her legs lay over his shoulders as he pressed sweet kisses into her flesh. Kisses are stringed against her stomach, then her thighs and inner thighs, before a soft and gentle kiss is laid atop her clit; from there, it’s like being in heaven.

Peter starts to suck and give kitten licks to her clit as his two longer fingers probe at her entrance. Nudging at her spongy walls, warm and wet for him. He never once looked away from Gwen, their eyes on each other as Gwen sat up on her elbows to keep her eyes on Peter and where they met. Her mouth falls open as his thickest fingers press into her womb, pumping in and out to massage her gummy walls. Peter’s fingers are covered with her wetness, and Gwen’s clit is swollen and red from the attack of his lips and tongue. Her wetness and Peters’s droll cover his chin when he comes up for air. Gwen’s moans fill the air around the two of them, her hands finding his scalp and pulling him back down to continue his attack on her sensitive clit, waiting, yearning to reach her orgasms.

The quick thrusts of Peters’s fingers and the fast licks on his tongue on her clit push her over the edge as her fingers grab at the short hair of his scalp, and she screams out with pleasure. “FUck! Peter,” Her walls squeeze him tightly as she gushes over them. As she rides her high Peters licks are gentle, and the pumps of his fingers are softer, letting her ride out her orgasms longer. “Such a messy girl,” Peter says into her skin as he slips his fingers out of her cunt; he doesn’t take his eyes off of her as he brings them up to his lips and sucks them. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Peter falls next to her, and they lay there trying to catch their breath before Gwen rolls over her hips, falling over Peter, and she pulls him up for a passionate long kiss.

Nothing rough in the kiss, but her lips are soft, and so are Peters as they meddle together in each other embrace. Peter grips her tightly in his arms, keeping her there when their lips fall apart. When Gwen rolls her hips, and her wet cunt rolls over Peter’s impressive hard-on, he stops her. “Not tonight, Gwen. Let’s just go to sleep.” Gwens tries to argue with him, “But I wanna make you feel good, Peter.” He smiles and presses his forehead against hers. “You do. Now go to bed, and you can treat me to something in the morning.” Peter says as a yawn falls from his lips, squeezing Gwen tighter to his chest, keeping her in his forever-tight grip.

Completed on: 01/19/24

Posted on: 02/07/24

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rebecca--barnes · 1 year

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Gwen Stacy Aesthetic 💕

#gwen stacy #spiderman #the amazing spider man #tasm #peter parker #gwen #stacy #gwen stacy aesthetic #spiderman aesthetic #gwen stacy moodboard #spiderman moodboard #peter parker x gwen stacy #marvel #marvel aesthetic #marvel moodboard #emma stone #andrew garfield #aesthetic

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cas-backwards-tie · 1 year

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Here's The Deal...

So here's the deal... I have been pursuing my real life goals and accomplishments the past two years. This summer I have about a month and a half before I have to go into essentially a work-study opportunity which is going to help propel the rest of my career. What does this mean?

Though I know I've always been sparse when it comes to getting things out and finishing projects with my writing, I think that perhaps it might be worth it to post the drafts, snippets, imagines, WIPs, and ideas I've had over the years either in store in my drafts, or in my docs. I have stuff ranging from either Supernatural, DC Comics, ADCU of course, TUA, and of course some more recent developments on the Marvel, Grishaverse, and DBH content I'd been putting out. The question is... would anyone be interested in that?

I'm such a perfectionist at times when it comes to things like this, that... I'm even doubting if I should post this halfway through writing this. HOWEVER, I will say that some things will be incredibly brief. And for that purpose, it's exactly why I'm asking if anyone would be interested in reading/seeing these things. If so, I can post them, and even tag people. I'm just curious, since, I haven't written for some of these fandoms in a while, but am wanting to get back into writing over the summer, that perhaps it might be worthwhile. What do we think?

tagging: (forever taglist) @ohdamnadam , @safarigirlsp , @jynzandtonic , (mutuals+ ppl I think would be supportive) @kylo-ren-writes , @itsaconquestofimagination , @leatherboundbirate , @purplebtsmagic , @morby , @reylokisses , @thepilotanon , @maybe-your-left , @direnightshade , @glassbxttless , @mariesackler , @caillea , @wayward-rose (people whose fandoms it'd effect + above) @mrswhozeewhatsis , @sacklerscumrag , @formerly-anonhamster , @clumsycopy , @xenteaart , @driversmutbucket , @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather , @barbers-glimmerin-darlin , @millenialcatlady , @floral-and-fine , @sithlordintraining , @moonlightsolo , @ussrootcanal , @callmehopeless

Maybe also just a reason to tag my mutuals and get back in connection with them cause I'm in a place now that I'm graduating and less busy that I can be a better friend and get connected again. <3

and if I didn't tag you, that doesn't mean you're not included. These are just some people I've thought of, or like, or were connected to present or in the past, and have also supported me. <3

#writing #thoughts?#opinions?#my writing #ideas #drabbles #imagines #solo triplets #dbh reader insert #adcu #peter parker x gwen stacy #general kirigan x reader #five hargreeves x reader #spn reader insert #dc comics reader insert #not queued

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ramen-flavored · 1 year

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*****This Is Comic Book Spidey Not MCU Spidey*****

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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straight couples that are actually t4t bc i’m trans and i say so

all het couples in she-ra (glimbow, seahawk x mermista, etc.)

jancy, elmike (id say lumax but lucas just gives extremely supportive cis bf energy yk?)

peter parker/gwen stacy (specifically tasm version but any version works)

timsteph, dickkori, batcat, raven x beast boy

rogue x gambit

sokka x suki

edward elric x winry rockbell

probably more idk

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year

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Christmas Night

|| Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy

summary ; after a tough patrol on christmas peter comes home to his loving cg ready to care for him

notes ; cg gwen is so real to me & little peter would adore her

warnings ; mentions of a bad patrol, injuries & first aid kits, pet names, bottle feeding, non-verbal peter (I didn’t mean to do that but I like how it came out)

Peter stumbles a bit as he hauls himself through the fire escapes window, relishing in the drastic change from brisk cold to warm heat that fills his and Gwen’s apartment. It’s Christmas and no matter how much Gwen begged, Peter had to go out on patrol, he couldn’t relax without knowing at least one person was helped on Christmas instead of left out to fend for themselves.

It worked and Peter does feel good about the old lady he had helped, but his body aches and his headspace is desperate to come out. He hasn’t slipped in so long between college and spiderman duties, it’s half the reason Gwen wanted him to stay home.

“Jeez honey what happened?” Speaking of the blonde, she’s busy racing towards Peter when he looks up, Gwen’s hand instantly cupping the right side of his face where a bruise and gash sit.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She must note how tired Peter is as she doesn’t question anything further, just pulls his hand til he follows her out to the living room, flopping down against the sofa to let Gwen retrieve the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink.

“Got you good didn’t they?” While Peter would usually banter back with a ‘you should see the other guy’ or something similar, he’s far too tired and feeling himself slip younger already.

Gwen’s brows furrow at the lack of response but she says nothing and presses a wad of cleaner soaked gauze to Peters eyebrow, soothing her thumb at his neck when he hisses. It doesn’t take long for everything to get patched up nor for Gwen to realize that Peters falling into his little space.

“You need anything baby? You hungry?” He shakes his head, reaching a hand to rub at his eyes clumsily, letting himself droop forward into Gwen’s chest in exhaustion.

“Sweetheart I should put the first aid kit away, can you let me up just for a minute?” There’s a grunt of disapproval from Peter but he complies and lets Gwen rise from her spot on the couch.

She’s back a few minutes later, having stowed the kit away and grabbed a bottle filled with water for Peter, he never drinks enough of it when patrolling in her opinion, and he’s sure to be appreciative of her helping him drink it.

“Come on sweetheart, we can put a movie on and settle for the night.” Peter shuffles to curl into Gwen as soon as she tucks herself into the sofas corner.

His head rests in the crook of her bent arm, sleepy look in his eyes as she tilts the bottle down to let him drink, he puts up no fuss, just like Gwen expected with how late it is already, almost hitting two am. The only lights left on in the apartment are the colorful string of Christmas lights draped around the fake tree set beside the window and the tv that plays a low hallmark Christmas movie.

“Easy bug boy, gotta go slow.” Gwen reminds softly when Peter starts to get a little too quick in his gulping of the water.

“There we go.” The waters drunk down just in time for Peters eyes to flutter shut, sleep overtaking his body as he turns farther into Gwen’s frame for comfort that she easily gives out.

“Merry Christmas baby.” She coos gently, sinking back against the couch in knowing that neither of them will be moving til morning.

#jj writes #marvel agere #little!peter #caregiver!gwen stacy #peter parker #gwen stacy #peter parker x gwen stacy #gweter

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lochnessie · 2 years

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Couples with percabeth energy:

Thoughts? Additions?

#percabeth #hiccstrid #peter parker x gwen stacy #tasm #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield #pjo

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bbuckysbeardd · 2 years

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Another drop from the Wonder Studio Co! 🕷🕸🎸

WonderNikki15 to save some $$$

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shehungthemoon · 2 years

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you’re dancing on a pier with your lover in front of the last sunset you’ll ever see

He pulled her up from the blanket, Gwen giggling as she fell into his chest. He laughed into her neck as she clung to his sweater. “Dance with me,” he whispered. She tipped her head back to look into his eyes, blinking heavily against the dim evening light. Peter grinned at her and began to sway, and she let him move them in slow, sleepy circles. “But Peter,” she whispered back, crossing her wrists behind his neck, thinking about anything and everything but tomorrow. “You can’t dance.” He gave her an offended look, and she couldn’t help but laugh again. Peter sighed against her lips. “I just want to forget, Gwen.” He brushed an Eskimo kiss against her nose. “I just want to remember you.” The sun was setting over the lake in front of them. The music from her radio was an echo haunting the air around them. She acquiesced. Gwen let herself fall into his arms, one final time.

1 → no surprises | radiohead a job that slowly kills you / bruises that won’t heal

2 → heaven knows i’m miserable now | the smiths two lovers entwined pass me by

3 → always forever | cults oh darling it's so lonely to think of us apart

4 → hey lover | the daughters of eve hey lover won't you treat me right? / and be with me tonight?

5 → die for you | the weeknd you're scared to be lonely / i'm scared that i'll miss you

6 → i bet on losing dogs | mitski someone to watch me die

7 → sedona | houndmouth the devil's in a rush

8 → august | taylor swift but I can see us lost in the memory

spotify youtube

@marvelrarepairbingo2022

#@marvelrarepairbingo2022 gave me an image prompt for this one... be sad with me for 29 min + 5 sec #marvelrarepairs2022 #mrp2022 #peter parker x gwen stacy #marvel #tasm #playlist #is this time travel? is this magic premonition? is this a big bad so bad that there's just no way to win #not this time?#who knows #also PLEASE excuse the crappy cover #I lost the finished file and was stuck with an unfinished version and I refuse to go back and keep editing I am TIRED

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romanticinpanic · 2 years

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new update!

Summary: AU where one more person was pulled out of their universe moments before their demise AKA NWH with Gwen

Relationships: Peter-Three/Gwen (primary pairing), Peter-One/MJ, MJ & Gwen

Rating: T

(Current) Wordcount: 5,794 words

Wordcount: 13,221 words (completed)

#peter parker x gwen stacy #gwenpeter #petergwen #Gwen Stacy #spider-man no way home #spider-man #ao3 #my works

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deardarlingthings · 1 year

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After debating like crazy, I thought I would share one of many playlists I've made. This one hits because it's just something I hold near and dear to my heart. Because they deserved the world.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6nzjnlGJps4ycjnkWfytO9?si=9jCwz6Y6RKOnek2zIn9Dxg&utm_source=copy-link

#petergwen #tasm #tasm2 #peter parker x gwen stacy #gwen stacy x peter parker #gweter #gwenpeter #wouldve couldve shouldve #otp #i love them okay?

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cas-backwards-tie · 2 years

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Chapter One: Welcome To The Neighborhood

You're Not Alone

Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy

Summary: Morning interrupted by the sounds coming from next door, you find yourself bumping into your new neighbor.

Warnings: None?

Words: 600

A/N: Admittedly, I'm not too much of a Marvel girl, but this concept immediately entered my brain when I watched Spiderman: No Way Home, and I really felt like this would be nice to write, especially as I continue to discover more and more about this city, their troubles, and go through life in similar circumstances every day. Added to that, I don't know too too much about Gwen, so there may be a few things that don't entirely line up with certain adaptations of her.

It was the third bang that brought you out of your personal bubble to assess the situation. Opening the door, headphones lifted off one ear while the other still plays the alternative rock song on your phone. Your eyes dart to the tilted couch stuck within the neighboring apartment’s doorway.

Panic sets in his eyes as awkward tension fills the air. “Ah, I’m so sorry about this! I hope I didn’t disturb you, I’m, uh… in a predicament,” the man’s voice dies down as his brown eyes gesture to the couch still stuck in the doorway. “As you can probably see,” he chuckles, a nervous hand rubbing the back of his neck for a second. He suddenly drives back into action, hand moving to another spot on the couch, the other still supporting it from just above where his knee keeps it in place.

“I mean, not really-” you’re honest, though try to save him the blow. He seems nice enough, plus–whoever this is–he’s your new neighbor it seems. “-do you need help?” Eyes shifting from his gaze down to the oddly contorted couch stuck between the plywood, you decide that his body language signals an obvious yes.

“I’ll grab this side, and what if we just-” taking his previous place, the man ducks under the lifted corner of the couch and rounds the bit of couch already a third of the way into his apartment. “Level it like this-?” With an easy shift to lie it on its wider side, he follows suit, so the couch is no longer jammed between the doorway. Instead, simply lying on its side. “Now it should fit!” On an agreed: 3… 2… 1! Both of you get to work; him pulling, you push it fully through the door. Luckily, there’s enough room inside to set it upright, leaving it up to him where to place it.

A relieved sigh escapes his lips, and he rights himself again, an easy smile gracing his lips. “Thank you so much, I’m… not really used to doing this stuff by myself just yet,” he pauses, emotions crossing his face momentarily, yet are too quick to decipher fully. “I’m Peter Parker! And you are?” He questions, hand outstretched with a renewed vigor.

“Gwen… Stacy. Gwen Stacy,” you respond skeptically, cautiously extending your hand for a gentle yet firm shake of the hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, neighbor,” he jokes. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around then?” As his eagerness dies a little, the previous worry lines re-stretch across his forehead. “I’ve got this, don’t worry. I’m stronger than I look!” The concerned look upon her face elicits another reassurance, “Really, I’ve got it.”

This time he manages to elicit a quiet chuckle, and you now find yourself being the awkward one. “Alright! You don’t have to tell me twice. And, I suppose so. Let me know if you need anything.” It’s a cordial gesture, nothing more, a supposed welcoming to the fourteenth floor of the Bowery Heights Complex.

“Like a cup of sugar, perhaps?”

The small attempted smile on his lips accompanies a genuine laugh this time. With a shake of your head, a smile of your own mirrors his. “Sure, a cup of sugar. With that, it was nice meeting you, Peter Parker.” A lazy wave between the two ends their conversation. Gwen heads back toward her apartment to get back into her daily meditation as she’s in the process of getting ready for work.

#peter parker x gwen stacy #my writing #my series #spiderman #mcu #mcu reader insert #marvel #reader insert #marvel reader insert #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader fluff #fluff #you're not alone series #yna #yna series

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