Peter Parker Writings

[27] scared to see the ending

note : not me writing a lot of things with cheating elements in them to force myself out of my comfort zone with topics I write about - I honestly blame Folklore and ivy - hope you enjoy the angst here <3

warning/s : just pure angst, mentions of cheating, themes of cheating, gwen is alive and well, established relationship, lying and misunderstandings, no comfort bc i said so also unedited sorry

Peter has been off and you start worrying for your relationship, it surely doesn't help that everything he did could only be decuded into one thing which you refused to believe.words : 3k

Peter was cheating on you - well, you don't know that for sure, but - it was the most plausible explanation. He has been cancelling some plans, acting very weird and really twitchy whenever his phone would go off.

You didn't want to entertain the thought at all - Peter has been the best throughout your relationship and has never given you any reason to doubt him. At all.

And you loved him too much to even think of the worst from him, and his love for you was evident. Still, the fear planted itself once you started noticing the telltale signs.

You shrugged it off at first, maybe it was something else and you're being paranoid? Peter can't be cheating on you, that wasn't him and you refused to believe he could do something like that to you.

But the catalyst serving as the hand that tipped over the first domino piece was when he was starting to come home later than usual. You understood his job was demanding and he had very weird hours with his stupid boss having terrible work ethics.

It was never like this though. He would always text and he would always send you messages throughout to check in, now you lay in bed all alone waiting for him as you stared at the digital clock on your night stand.

Reading the time as it kept passing and it was 2 am when he finally came. You heard the front door open and you shut your eyes, waiting for him to enter the bedroom and he shortly did. With eyes closed, you listened in as he made his way around the room.

You felt his knuckles brush against your cheek before he pressed a kiss to your temple, then walking away, opening the closet to grab a change of clothes and then heading to the bathroom where he took a quick shower.

You counted, it took him 10 minutes before he climbed in bed and his arms were immediately on you.

Pressing a kiss to your head and dragging your body close to his, you pretended to be asleep still and decided against letting him know you're awake and asking him where he was. You wanted to remain ignorant.

Because if the worst was truly happening, then you'd rather live in blissful ignorance just to keep him. 

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The next morning, you sat with your coffee mug in hand and he walks out of the bedroom looking dishevelled. You sat stiff and frigid, looking at him through the rim of your cup and he frowns at your unusual display.

"Good morning?" That came out more like a question.

You set the cup down on the table and give him a small smile. "Good morning, where were you?"

You saw it, the short moment of panic in his eyes before he answered. "There was this big thing last night - a new villain and Spider-Man was there so the boss wanted me to get the scoop."

You believe him. It would be stupid of him to lie about something big and something you can easily fact-check so you let it go - given as his first instinct last night after coming home was to kiss you still - you had hope.

He walked over, seeing how disturbed you looked and gave you an expression of concern. "Is everything okay?"

You heave a sigh. "Yes," you give him a curt nod. "I was just worried about you."