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cherry ˎˊ˗

nwh spoilers !

peter parker x fem!reader

word count 2.8k

summary as peter tries to start his relationship over with you, there seems to be something in his way. (based off of the song ‘Cherry’ by Harry Styles)

warnings a lot of angst, some cursing and sad peter

authors note this is is not a part 2 to this fic but if you want to imagine it that way, it could be! hope you enjoy <3 (also it would mean a lot if u reblog!)

peter had noticed it right away. he thought maybe he was overthinking it and pushed it off.

but he saw the way he was looking at you.

you didn’t notice at first.

until you started looking back.

he has visited you almost everyday at the coffee shop. making small conversation trying to get to know you better. even though he already knew almost everything about you, you didn’t know that.

he was trying to start over again with you. trying to get you back. he was proud to say the two of you were becoming friends.

he got his usual coffee, sat down next to you, made small talk until eventually you two parted ways.

that was his favorite part of the day.

after a few weeks, he noticed a guy about his age start coming in.

obviously, he didn’t think too much of it because he was so focused on you.

he started noticing his stares, small smiles, and him starting to sit closer and closer to you.

he even noticed you staring back when you started noticing the guy.

he try to push it off. he did tend to overthink a lot.

that was until one day peter walked in and saw him sitting next to you.

you were laughing at god knows what he said.

peter’s mind went blank. he felt like throwing up.

he saw the way you smiled at the guy.

that’s the way you used to smile at him.

peter felt tears starting to pool up and rushed out of the coffee shop immediately.

he went straight to his apartment and put on his suit.

at least i still have this he thought.

Don't you call him baby

We're not talking lately

Don't you call him what you used to call me

peter stopped going to the coffee shop after that. he just couldn’t stand to see you talking to another guy.

he thought maybe he was overreacting a bit. maybe the guy just wanted to be friends with you.

but at the same time, he thought differently.

peter decided to get some fresh air and take a walk.

he put on his coat since it was cold out and headed out the door.

although patrolling for him was his escape, he also really enjoyed going for walks everyday as he didn’t feel as alone.

he only really started doing this after that one day in the coffee shop which was about a month ago.

as he was on his walk in a park, he saw you sitting on a bench.

he wasn’t one-hundred percent sure if it was you considering how far away he was so he started walking closer.

he then realized it was you. you were on your phone sitting with your legs crossed wearing the beanie you always wore when it was cold out.

you looked gorgeous.

he smiled to himself and started to walk towards you.

he would be a liar if he said he didn’t miss you.

as he walked towards you, you looked up at him and smiled wide. he smiled back as you started waving excitedly and got up to walk towards him.

or what he thought was him.

his smile faded as you walked past him and hugged the same guy from the coffee shop.

“hey baby,” you said sweetly as you smiled up at him.

his heart shattered.

baby.

what the fuck?

that’s what you used to call him. you used to run up excitedly towards him. and now this guy comes out of nowhere and you start calling him baby?

he thought of this on his walk back home. more like speed walk.

he was angry, sad, confused and all he thought about was why?

why did you choose him? what’s so special about him? why did this happen so suddenly?

when he got home, he couldn’t think straight. all these thoughts were overcrowding his head.

tears started falling down his face as he thought hard on it.

the way you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

you used to do that with him.

he took a deep breath and grabbed his suit, wiping his tears and tried to forget about all of it.

he needed to clear his head.

I, I confess I can tell that you are at your best

I'm selfish so I'm hating it

ever since that day, he has seen you with him all the time.

he wasn’t stalking you.

he just passed by the coffee shop every day on his daily walks and checked in on you when he was patrolling.

of course that guy was always with you.

it made him sick.

he knew he was only doing it to himself by visiting you but in all honesty, he couldn’t help it. he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

every time he checked in on you, he saw how happy you were. the way you smiled, laughed, talked.

that’s the way you were with him once.

and it kills him that you don’t remember any of it.

you don’t remember the first kiss you guys had when he finally confessed his feelings, the time when you were stressed from the overload of schoolwork and cuddled up on him the whole night or even the time when you guys were bored and decided to just drive around and listen to music which turned out to be you guys laughing like maniacs the whole night.

he can name so much more but what hurts is that he remembers all of it and you remember none of it.

he hates seeing you make new memories with this guy; like you and peter didn’t share much more special ones.

he wishes everyday that the boy never walked in through those coffee shop doors because maybe, just maybe, he could have had you back.

he knows he’s selfish for it considering how happy you are but it feels like hell for him.

seeing the way touches you, the way he kisses you, the way he talks to you.

that should be him.

I noticed that there's a piece of you in how I dress

Take it as a compliment

almost everything peter does now has a little bit of you in it. he still wears the ring you got him when you first started dating.

he thought back to when you gave it to him on valentine’s day.

“okay i know you said no presents but i couldn’t help it!” you said as you got up from your bed.

“y/nnn,” he said dragging your name.

“what? i saw this and thought of you. you know i love giving gifts.” you grinned as you sat back down in the bed and gave him a box.

he sighed. “now i feel bad that i didn’t get you anything.”

“peter,” you started. “you already do so much for me. this is the least i can do.”

he sighed once again and gave you a sweet smile as you seemed really excited to give him his gift.

he unwrapped the wrapping paper and saw a ring box. once he opened the ring box, his face lit up.

it was a ring that matched almost perfectly to the necklace he gave you when you were in London.

“do you like it?” you asked nervously playing with the necklace around your neck.

“like it? y/n, i love it. it matches perfectly to the necklace i gave you.” he beamed as he smiled brightly at you.

you blushed. “yeah it’s almost like they were made for each other. like you and me.”

peter’s eyes shifted from the ring to yours.

“you mean that?” he asked.

“of course i do. we were meant for each other.” you smiled while you reached for his hand. he grabbed yours making your fingers intertwine.

“you’re gonna make me cry.” he said causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes.

“you’re so emotional. more emotional than me and that says something!” you joked.

“hey! give me one example.” he pouted.

“when we were watching Luca you cried like a little baby at the end.” you laughed.

“okay but it was sad! you cant deny it wasn’t an emotional scene.” he declared, playfully pushing you.

“yeah yeah you’re right whatever.” you said playfully, making him chuckle.

“wanna put the ring on me?” he asked you.

you nodded and took the ring out of the box while you shifted your place on the bed to get closer to him.

peter watched as you put the ring on his ring finger, watching how your hair fell perfectly in your face and how you were so gentle with him.

“it looks good on you.” you said leaning back smiling down at it.

peter flipped his hand a couple of times getting a good look at it.

“now we match.” he said smiling softly at you.

once you looked back up at him he tucked a strand of hair falling down your face behind your ear and kept his hand on your cheek.

“i love you y/n.” he smiled.

“i love you too peter.” you blushed as you placed your hand on top of his.

he looked down at your lips as you moved closer to him. your arms wrapped around his neck as he had one hand on your face and the other on your hip, pulling you closer. his lips finally reached yours. the kiss was soft, slow and filled with passion. your lips moving perfectly in sync together.

as many times as you both kissed each other, you just couldn’t get enough.

peter smiled down at his ring thinking back on that memory. it hurts knowing you forgot all of it.

he wished every day that it didn’t have to go this way.

because if it didn’t, you would still be with him and not with that other guy who probably knows nothing about you the way peter did.

peter sighed as he got up and got dressed for another one of his walks. since it was still a bit chilly out, he put on a beanie.

to be honest, peter never really wore beanies all that much before. that was until he noticed you wearing them all the time during the cold months when you guys would go out together. and you looked adorable to him.

now, he wears them almost everyday. along with wearing his ring, wearing a beanie is like having piece of you with him.

once he finished getting dressed, he walked out the door and into the cold streets of new york.

I just miss your accent and your friends

Did you know I still talk to them?

peter hardly spoke to much people nowadays. he speaks to his neighbors every now and then with a ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’ but didn’t really have anyone close anymore.

he tried to rekindle that relationship with you until all of that happened.

it’s not like he can’t not talk to you anymore. he still can but it would just hurt too much.

however, he has had conversations with your best friend mj whenever he went to the coffee shop.

it wasn’t anything too deep but he did miss talking to her and when he did, he felt a sense of normalcy.

as peter was on his walk, he passed by the coffee shop and noticed you and the other guy were not there.

he was a bit relieved considering he did miss getting coffee every day and decided to go in and get some.

he walked in and sat down at the bar and went on his phone awaiting for someone to take his order.

“hey where have you been?” someone asked from afar.

peter looked up and saw mj standing in front of him.

“oh uh i’ve just been busy.” peter replied.

“ah. usual?” she pointed at him as she walked toward the coffee machine.

he nodded and mj went to make his usual coffee order.

peter sighed to himself. at least someone sort of knew who he was now.

once mj was done, she slid the coffee cup to him and he went in his pocket to fetch his wallet, muttering a small ‘thank you.’

once he payed for his coffee, he got up and waved goodbye to mj which she returned.

he took a sip of the coffee savoring the taste.

and he thought of you.

god, everything reminded him of you.

and he cursed himself for it.

he was trying so hard to leave everything in the past for the sake of yours and his good.

but how can he forget?

all the memories he had with you were his best.

he couldn’t just forget so easily.

he missed everything about you.

your scent, your touch, your voice.

god he missed your voice.

he loved the way you said his name. the way you spoke about something you were passionate about. the way you calmed him down after patrolling by combing through his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

he missed it all.

and it wasn’t something he was going to forget anytime soon.

it’s bittersweet thinking about those memories sometimes.

when he thinks about them, he sometimes feels the way he felt in the moment.

but when he realizes that all of that’s over, he feels empty again.

Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?

it’s been three months since that last encounter at the park. and he’s got up the courage to go to the coffee shop again.

he usually orders to-go so he won’t see you and whatever his name was. but, he somehow always runs into you guys.

peter decided it would be a lot better for him mentally to make some friends. he started off talking to one of his neighbors who was close to age with him and he seemed pretty cool. Troy, as he came to learn his name, even offered to get drinks sometime. non-alcohol of course since peter was still eighteen.

he’s proud that he’s starting to slowly move on from the situation. not that it hurts any less.

peter walks to the coffee shop and enters through the doors. once he does, he notices you and the guy sitting at a booth with papers scattered around it and your laptop opened.

he remembers when you two did homework together and how you always had to play music to focus. especially how you wore your reading glasses every time which you absolutely hated but he adored.

“you’re back.” mj said catching his attention.

“cant get enough of this coffee.” he chuckled.

mj rolled her eyes sarcastically and went on to make his usual.

as she did so, peter fiddled with the ring on his finger and looked up towards your direction.

he saw you smiling at the boy about something he had said.

“they did? god i so was nervous.” he heard you say.

“of course they did! my mom especially couldn’t stop talking about you.” he grinned.

you blushed and look back down at your papers in front of you pushing your glasses back up your face.

“coffee for peter.” mj said causing peter to turn suddenly, away from your direction.

“right right. thank you so much.” he replied reaching in his pocket for his cash.

once he payed he sat down at a table behind the guy and you and went on his phone.

“now you have to meet my family. my mom really wants to meet you.” he overheard.

he sighed.

he wondered if he showed you all his pictures from when he was younger in his parents gallery like how he showed you pictures aunt may had around the house of peter.

he wondered if his mom embarrassed him by showing you his baby pictures like aunt may had did with you.

he wonders if your mom will tease you about how you “talk about him all the time” like she had did with you about peter.

it hurt. it really did. thinking back on all of it.

seeing you, the love of his life, with someone else. not knowing all the memories you two had shared together.

now you’re making new memories with him slowly forgetting peter more and more.

after a few minutes, peter got up and walked towards the door. as he did, he looked at you one last time.

this time, you looked back and made eye contact with him. you gave him a soft smile which he returned.

tears starting forming in his eyes as he walked out the door.

you will never know the impact you made on his life.

as much as he wanted to change the outcome and have you back, you just seemed so happy.

even though you were happy with another guy.

it was going to take time for him to move on.

and he was finally okay with that.

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