Love.

They say that it has many forms.

It’s familiar, like the smell of his cologne that lingers on all of his clothing.

“Here, sorry it’s the only thing I had in my locker.” Peter’s hand was extended out to you, a blue sweatshirt. You smile shyly to take it from him, putting it on and covering the large stain that covered your clothes thanks to Flash.

“Thanks Peter…” you bury yourself in the sweater, it smells like him. You try to hide your smile as Peter closes his locker and turns back to you. “Anytime.” he gives you one of his boyish smiles before walking you to class.

It’s comforting, like the warm embrace of someone who loves you.

You walk behind Peter who was standing at his uncle's headstone and place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about Uncle Ben, he was a good man.” you hear Peter sniffle before he falls to his knees and begins to cry. Without even a second passing you follow him to the ground and pull him to your chest. Allowing him to cry on your shoulder as you play with his hair and whisper comforting words in his ear.

“You’ll be okay Peter, I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s undeniable, like shy smiles and lingering glances at one another. The type where you know you are destined to be with that person.

“Door’s open!”

You enter Peter’s house to find Aunt May in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Hi May!” you greet happily and make your way into the kitchen. The older woman beams at you “Peter is running a bit late, but he told me he’ll be back soon.” you watched as May moved back and forth from peeling vegetables to stirring the pot on the stove.

Rolling your sleeves up, you immediately took over peeling all the veggies “You don’t have to do that, Y/N. You’re our guest!” you smile warmly at the woman and shake your head “May, I’m afraid that my genetics won't allow me to just sit here and not help you.”

May laughed and the two of you began to chat as you cooked. Unknowingly, Peter was watching from the doorway with nothing about adoration in his eyes. It was in that moment that he knew that you were his person.

It’s passionate, like dancing in the rain with one another. A romantic scene you thought only existed in movies and romance novels.

“Peter. What are you doing?” you squealed as he pulled you into the pouring rain with him. You threw your head back and let the rain fall on your face. You closed your eyes for a moment, allowing Peter to steal uninterrupted glances at you. He moved closer and pulled you into his arms, he placed both of your arms around his neck before moving his to your waist.

“What are you doing, Peter?” you asked, squinting as the rain blurred your vision. Peter leant down and placed his forehead against your own before he began to sway the both of you. A million untold words flashed through Peter’s gorgeous eyes, he lovingly rubbed his nose against your own before leaning closer— his lips only centimeters away from your own.

“Checking something off my bucket list.” was his response as he moved closer to you and brought you in for a kiss that made your mind go all fuzzy and your knees weak.

It’s dependability, like sharing secrets and knowing that the other person will stick by your side no matter what.

You heard a tap at your bedroom window. Furrowing your eyebrows, you grab the closest thing you could find to use as a weapon which happened to be Peter’s skateboard. Inching closer to the window you were shocked to find an injured Spider-Man clinging to your window.

“Oh my gosh!” you yelled, dropping the skateboard in shock. You watched as Spider-Man raised a hand to his mask and yanked it off revealing the bruised and bloodied face of your boyfriend.

“Shit!” you yelled, rushing to open your window and helping him to your bed. You kissed his forehead and without a word helped him clean and stitch his wounds before giving him a change of clothes he had left at your house before.

As you two cuddled in your bed, you stroked Peter’s hair trying to do anything to ease his pain “Y/N… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you shook your head and stroked his cheek “Don’t be sorry, you weren’t ready to tell me then and I understand that.”

Peter’s eyes filled with tears, he truly didn’t deserve you.

It’s breaking your own heart by pushing them away to keep them safe.

“I’m sorry, Y/N… It’s over.” Peter said monotonously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Haha, is it April fools? What’s the date.” you laughed, not looking up from where you were typing away on your laptop.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” Peter spoke more urgently this time, looking up from your laptop you realized that Peter wasn’t kidding around.

“Is there someone else?” you asked, you knew deep in your heart that this wasn’t the reason. Peter had shown you more love than anyone in your life had shown you. There had to be another reason, another explanation. It was probably Spider-Man related, right?

“Peter, please talk to me.” you pulled yourself from the bed and placed your arms on his shoulder, pleading with him to look at you. To let his eyes show you what he wasn’t telling you.

But all Peter did was shrug you off him and walk away.

It's the heartache that sits heavy in his chest as he tries to convince himself it was the right thing to do to keep you safe.

The sobs that escaped your mouth as Peter walked away from you that day were gut wrenching. It took every bit of willpower he had not to turn around and scoop you into his arms. To tell you that there is no one else, that he’s doing it for your safety. That Harry Osborn had threatened your life.

But he knew that if he told you. You would fight your way back into his life. That there was nothing and no one that could stop you from loving him and that’s what shattered his heart into a million pieces.

But you were the only person with glue strong enough to put his heart back together.

It’s the realization that no matter what you do, no matter how the two of you have become strangers, the melodic laughter of your lover is imprinted into your brain forever and you want to drown in it.

It was New Years Eve, Peter was patrolling the streets making sure that no drunken civilians harm themselves or one another. After looking around the spot he had positioned himself at he swung onto the roof of the next building which happened to be a restaurant.

Just as he was about to move on, he heard a familiar laugh come from the balcony of the restaurant. The sound was so beautiful, yet sounded so forced. Getting closer, Peter noticed you standing on the balcony with some guy. He crawled as close as he could to get a better look at you.

You looked radiant. You were wearing your favorite outfit, one that Peter had told you you looked amazing in on a number of occasions. Your hair was styled so beautifully with little diamond clips, he leaned closer and squinted at one of the bigger ones and his heart dropped when he saw a glittery spider in the center of the hair clip.

He watched as you drank your drink and listened uninterested as some guy tried to flirt with you. He hated to admit that he was jealous, but he felt a warm feeling spread through his chest as he watched you reject that guy.

Ha! That guy was definitely not your type.

Peter was...

Thankfully, before Peter could even think of becoming sad, the guy talking to you was being dragged back into the restaurant by a woman leaving you all by yourself on the balcony. Peter waited for a moment, unsure if you would follow the man inside but you never did. You put your drink down and moved to the side of the balcony, out of the view of the party guests.

Peter decided that it was now or never. He shot a web and turned himself upside down, slowly he lowered himself until he was in front of you. You gasped in shock and leaned closer, there was no doubt about it that it was your Peter in front of you right now. You turned around to see if any of the other party guests were watching, but they were all too immersed in the fireworks show at the other side of the room.

10

9

The countdown had begun and Peter was becoming increasingly nervous or maybe it was all the blood rushing to his brain.

“Y/N… I know I'm the last person you want to see right now. But I was just swinging past when I heard laughter, but it wasn’t just any laughter, it was your laugh and I just couldn’t help myself…”

8

7

“No matter what I do, my eyes are looking for you in every room I enter. My ears listen for your corny jokes and that beautiful laugh of yours. My nose tricks me into smelling your famous cinnamon hot cocoa and my body tricks itself into thinking I'm hugging you while I sleep and when I wake I'm all alone.”

6

5

4

“Y/N, I pushed you away because I was scared of you getting hurt because of me. Because of Spider-Man. But I’m living my life miserably because I’ve lost my other half. My soulmate.”

3

“I know I’ve probably lost my chance at having you in my life again, you’ve probably moved on and have fallen in love. But you’re it for me, Y/N. I can’t deny it anymore”.

2

Tears filled your eyes at the love confession, you let out a choked sob before smiling at the masked man “There’s never been anyone else, you dumb spider boy. I’m all in.”

1

You pulled Peter’s mask down enough to reveal his mouth and kiss him. Every kiss you had shared in the past was always full of love and passion. But this kiss, it was a silent commitment to one another, that you would never part again no matter what life threw your way.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

Peter quickly flipped himself the right way around before scooping you into his arms. “What are you doing?” you asked laughing, Peter pulled you close to him “I’m taking the love of my life home and we’re going to spend all of New Years Day watching movies and snuggling”.

Love.

It’s knowing that there is someone out there who you share half a soul with.

That sometimes you have to lose what you have, to realize how much this person has changed your life for the better. How they fight for you no matter how dangerous it is.

That’s what love is.

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