Hello everyone, sorry for my sudden and long absence from tumblr. I’ve been super busy lately from college and work, and haven’t had the time to write or even start anything on here. But I’m back, finally!
But sadly, I’m making some changes. This will no longer be my main account, due to the fact that I’ve lost inspiration for most of these works and don’t like the current setup I’ve made on here. Instead, my new account is @bonnyskies so please go and follow that one since that’s where I’ll be from now on.
Don’t worry though, on my new account I’ll still be writing, but will be focusing more on a variety of celebrities rather than focusing on one group specifically (which I’ve done on this account). I’ll be writing for male readers (mostly, since we don’t get enough love), female readers, and gender neutral.
I’ve already posted my first work on the new account so please go check it out and let me know what you think of it (even leave a request if you want).
first work: reassurance | park jimin
Thank you all for supporting me on this account, and I hope you decide to continue supporting me on my new one.
Summary: Sometimes leaving the person you love most in the world is the only way to protect them.
Author’s Note: The Reader’s powers were inspired by the Nicholas Cage movie, “The Knowing”
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Gar never meant to hurt you. You’re the last person in the world he’d ever want to hurt. But he did anyway.
- - -
It was early in the morning, everyone except for you was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Gar was the only one not talking. He was exhausted, dark bags were clearly noticeable underneath his eyes and his eyes were also bloodshot from the lack of sleep. No one seemed to notice his tired expression except for a Rachel.
“Are you feeling okay, Gar?” She suddenly asked, her tone filled with concern, getting everyone else’s attention and making all of them turn towards Gar.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” He lied, shaking his head and taking a bite of his breakfast. No one believed him, Gar was terrible liar. “Come on, Gar.” Kory sighed, “Just tell us.”
Staring down at his food, Gar didn’t know whether or not it was his decision to tell them. All he knows is that he was terrified and wanted to help you. “It’s Y/N,” he started, Kory’s body immediately stiffening. Out of everyone excluding Gar, she was the one you got closest to. “There’s something wrong with him but I don’t know what it is.”
“What do you mean?” Dick asked, his eyes full of curiosity but also worry. “Is he like in danger, did he hurt you-”
“No!” Gar immediately cut him off, shaking his head. “He didn’t hurt me, he’s just...” Gar felt himself trail off, his body tensing up at the memory of what happened the previous night. “Different. Last night I woke up and found him sitting at his desk, drawing pictures, writing numbers, and placing them all over the room. I tried to stop him, even yelled at him but it was like he was in some sort of trance.”
Your powers were quite unique, different from the others. You had visions that showed the future, but not just anyone’s future but disastrous futures. But all of your visions happened in your dreams, this was the first time you’ve ever actually had to visualize them. And that’s what terrified Gar, because whatever trance you were stuck in, you couldn’t get out until you were completely done with whatever you had to get written down.
“And that scared me because I’ve never seen him like that before, it was like someone else took complete control over him.” Gar added, his voice low.
“You’re scared of him.” Jason suddenly said, more in a stating tone rather than a questioning one, and before Gar had the chance to answer the sound of the wood floor creaking behind them caused everyone to turn around and see you standing at the end of the hallway that led to the kitchen.
Gar’s eyes then widen when realizing that you probably heard everything they were talking about. You heard how Gar was scared of you. You heard how he thought you were some sort of different person.
“Wait-” Gar tried to stop you but you were already running back to your room, slamming the door in his face and locking it once you were inside. “Please, Y/N. Let me explain.” He banged on your door, practically begging when he didn’t hear you say anything back.
- - -
“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Gar was still standing in front of your bedroom’s door with Kory right next to him, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.
“You just need to give him time.” Kory said, placing her hand on Gar’s shoulder comfortingly, which he immediately shrugged off and groaned quite loudly. “He’s been in there for the entire day, Kory!”
“Just go,” she suggested, patting his back gently. “Dinner’s about to be ready and you need to help Rachel and Jason set up the table. I’ll talk to him.”
Gar was hesitant of course, not wanting to leave you but when seeing the look in Kory’s eyes he knew it was best to listen to her. He sent one last glance at your door before walking off towards the kitchen. Once he was gone, Kory banged her fist against your door twice before say, “Y/N, it’s Kory. Gar’s gone so you can let me in.”
It wasn’t even a second later before the lock in your door was unlatched and pulled open, revealing your teary eyes and frowned expression. “Hey-” The moment Kory stepped in your room her eyes immediately went towards the packed bag that was on your bed, her brows raising. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.” You bluntly answered, closing your door once she was fully in your room. Kory took in the drawings that were placed on all over your room, taped to your walls, scattered on the floor. “If this is about what Gar said he didn’t mean it-” she tried to say but you were quick to interrupt her. “I’m not mad at him,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’m doing this protect him, to protect all of you.”
“What you do mean?” Kory asked. Without answering her completely, you walked over to your desk and picked up a stack of drawn pieces of papers and dropped it onto her lap. You nodded at the pile, signaling her to look through it.
And that’s exactly what she did, and what she saw shocked her. Every single piece of paper all had the same date written on it. October 19th.
“What does this mean?” Kory questioned, holding up one of the pieces of paper, and the words that came out of your mouth made her heart stop and drop into the pit of her stomach. “It’s the day I’m gonna die.” Your voice was trembling and your eyes were filled with tears that were ready to fall down your face.
“That’s in two days.” She pointed out, causing you to nod your head. “That’s why I’m leaving, because I can’t let you guys, I can’t let Gar see me die.” Your voice cracked at the mention of your boyfriend of one year, a single tear finally escaping your eyes and sliding down your cheek.
“We don’t even know if this will really happen-” Kory tried you argue but you quickly shot her down by rolling your eyes and groaning. “Come on, Kory. You know my visions are always correct. The day before we got captured by the asylum my visions told me that 187 people were gonna die, and guess what? The next day 187 people were reported dead after we blew up that asylum.”
“I’m going to die, Kory.” You added, this time your voice being more clear. “I’ve accepted it.” Kory shook her head, standing up from your bed and began to pace around your room. “No, I won’t accept it. How do you think Gar will feel when he finds out your leaving? He won’t let you.”
“He won’t be able to stop me because he won’t know that I’m leaving.” You sternly stated, your eyes staring deeply into Kory’s. “No,” She shook her head again, understanding what you were hinting at her. “I’m not keeping this from the others.”
“Please, Kory!” You begged, more tears spilling from your eyes now uncontrollably. “Make this easy for me. I want my last memory of everyone to be good, not of you all crying over my dying body. Please...”
“Fine.” Kory finally gave in, even though she didn’t want to but she knew you weren’t giving up. “But what are you going to tell the others?”
“Nothing.” You simply answered, “I just want to enjoy one final night with everyone, then I’ll leave tonight.”
Kory sighed, blinking away the tears that were forming in her eyes before wrapping her arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Okay,” she pressed her lips against your head. “Let’s go have dinner then.” She tried to chuckle but only came out as a raspy laugh.
When you and Kory both stepped out of your room and entered the kitchen, everyone’s eyes turned towards you, filled with sympathy. Gar was the first and only one to get up from his seat, your heart beating fast as he made his way towards you. “Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said about you-” Gar was suddenly cut off by the feeling of your lips pressed against his. The kiss wasn’t long, just a short peck but it was enough to send both your hearts beating against your chests.
“It’s alright, Gar. I’m not mad at you.” You reassured him, laughing at the his facial expression as he sighed in relief. “I was just tired from that...episode I had last night,” you paused, “I just needed some rest and motherly advice.” You teased, glancing at Kory who rolled her eyes playfully.
“So, are you sure everything’s alright?” Gar asked, noticing your bloodshot eyes and bags underneath them. You could slowly feel your heart crack at the concerned look in his eyes and his worried tone. The next words that then came out of your mouth finally made your heart shatter into millions of pieces.
Summary: The guilt of not being able to save Jason from Deathstroke was tearing Gar apart, and everyone around seems to be attacking him for it. Except for you, his boyfriend.
IMPORTANT Author’s Note: I’m gonna be working on an upcoming Gar Logan mini-series so stay on the look-out for that and let me know if you want be part of my “Garfield Logan” taglist.
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You never really understood your powers. Having the ability to feel other people’s emotions was everything except easy. It was like anytime you felt someone’s emotion your head ached. But whenever you felt more than one person’s emotion your entire mind would feel like it was on fire, and that’s exactly how you were feeling right now when Gar stepped back into the tower and was immediately bombarded by the others, everyone ganging up on him, screaming, shouting.
Your mind felt like it was going to explode from the all the emotions you were feeling at the moment. Anger, frustration, guilt, regret, each emotion just fueling the fire that was spreading across your brain.
“How could you and Jason be so stupid?” Dick continued to shout towards Gar, who’s eyes were filled with guilty tears and his lips frowning. “We all told you both how dangerous Dr. Light was and what he could do, and you and Jason still went after him-”
“Enough!” You suddenly snapped, causing everyone’s eyes to widen and silence fill the room as they all stared at you. You never shouted before so you thought that’s why everyone was so shocked at your sudden outburst. But what you didn’t know was the blood that was tricklying down your nose and some coming out of your eyes. “Can’t you all see that he already r-regrets-” You slowly began to feel yourself becoming dizzy, your vision getting blurry.
“H-He regrets what he d-did-” You tried to finish but then you felt your entire body suddenly give up and everything around you became black.
- - -
You found yourself in your room after your sudden blackout, your mind still aching but this time there was only one emotion running through it. Anger. You slowly pulled yourself out of your bed, wincing at the pounding feeling inside your head but ignored it as you left your room and followed where the negative emotion was coming from.
After walking through the tower, trying to follow the emotion you stumbled upon the control room. You were about to enter it but then froze when you suddenly heard Gar’s deep voice shouting, “Screw you!”
Rachel was soon marching out of the room with an angered expression on her face. You opened your mouth to say something but she was already walking past you. You continued to step inside the control room, your footsteps squeaking against the hard floor, catching Gar’s attention.
“If you’re here just to yell at me then leave.” Gar snapped, his eyes still focused on the large computer screen in front of him. “I’m not here for that.”
Gar immediately whipped his head around at the sound of your voice. He expected the footsteps to be Dick’s or one of the others, not your’s. You were suppose to be asleep.
“Hey, what are you doing up? You should be resting.” You couldn’t help but feel yourself smile at the concerened tone of his voice, your mind feeling his emotion changing from anger to worry. “I’m fine, Gar.” You replied reassuringly, shaking your head and walking towards him, wrapping one of your hands over his bicep while the other rested on his back comfortingly. “How about you? How you’re feeling right now?”
Gar didn’t say anything other than shrug his shoulders, the feeling of his body tensing making you frown. “I honestly don’t know how to feel right now.” Your eyes clenched shut, wincing when your mind was suddenly with all different kinds of emotions. Gar immediately noticed your pained expression on your face, wrapping his arm around you on instinct, pulling your body close to his and pressing a soothing kiss on your forehead.
“Sorry,” he apologized, making you chuckle softly and lean up on your tiptoes so that you could give his lips a quick peck. “You gotta stop apologizing, Gar. You can’t help how you feel, and there’s nothing neither of us can do to stop me from feeling it.”
Gar only nodded, understanding what you meant but that still didn’t stop him from feeling guilty. “Can I ask you something though?” He asked, continuing when you just nodded. “How did you feel when you found out I left with Jason and went to the sewers to go look for Dr. Light?” Just as you were about answer Gar was quick to add, “And be honest.”
“I was pissed.” You answered after a brief silence, your heart aching at the sight of Gar frowning. You reached up and cupped his face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “But I’m not anymore. All I care about right now is that you’re okay.”
“It’s all my fault that Jason was taken.” Gar suddenly confess, “Maybe if I stayed with him and didn’t split up I could’ve helped him. He wouldn’t have been taken if I was-” You cut him off by gripping his chin and making his tearful eyes meet yours. “You gotta stop blaming yourself for this. And I know you probably don’t wanna hear this but the only person at fault right now is Jason. He put this on himself.”
“But-” Gar tried your interject but you shook your head, cutting him off again before continuing, “But nothing, Garfield.” That’s when Gar knew you were serious, because you hardly ever call him by his entire first name. “There’s nothing you could’ve done to stop him. No matter what you would’ve chose to do at the moment, Jason still would’ve went, with or without you.”
“You did all you could’ve done, Gar.” You mumbled softly, stroking his cheek. “You have to stop beating yourself up for this, you understand?”
Gar only nodded, his arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you up against his chest, his face resting in the crook of your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”
You smiled, heat rushing up to your cheeks at feeling his lips running along your neck, your arms wrapping around his own neck and pulling him close enough to you to where there’s no space between the both of you. “Love you too, Garfield.”
“And please, don't do anything stupid anymore...”
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Warning(s): some swearing, fluff, implications of sex
Summary: Your boyfriend, Tom Holland has invited you to go to a Halloween party with him to advertise his upcoming Spider-Man movie. And everything was going alright, until he saw your costume.
Requested by @chewie-redbird
Author’s Note: Sorry that this took me so long to do, I’ve just been too busy with my school work plus trying to finish my Peter Parker series.
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“Darling, are you almost ready-” It was like the entire world around Tom just froze when his eyes landed on you standing in your guys’ shared bedroom doorway, in a Black Cat costume.
“What?” You stood there, your brows furrowing when see the wide-eyed expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Do you not like my constume? I can change if you want-”
“No!” Tom immediately cut you off, shaking his head and walking towards you, his hands now resting on your hips and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Your costume is perfect, you look good in it. Like, really good.” He grinned widely, causing you to release a small chuckle.
You suddenly felt your knees become weak when Tom began to leave kisses along your neck, his hands sliding down to your thighs, ready to lift you off the ground until you stopped him by pressing your hand against his chest and pushing him off gently. “No, we can’t do that now.”
“W-What? Why not?” You stared at boyfriend who currently had a confused but also frustrated expression on his face amusingly. “Because we’re already late to your boss’s Halloween party and we got to go.” You answered before leaving your guys’ shared bedroom.
“How can you expect me not to do anything when you’re wearing that!” Tom shouted, running his fingers frustratingly through his brown curls before following after you.
- - -
Tom thought he could get through this Halloween party, but he couldn’t because no matter what he was doing his eyes would always find their way to you and your extremely sexy costume.
The longer Tom felt himself stare at you, the more he began to notice how tight your constume was and how it brought out every curve your body had and made it more noticeable. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to take you to the nearest bedroom and fuck the complete shit out you-
“Tom,” Tom was taken out of his dirty thoughts at the sound of his friend, Jacob Batalon’s voice. “Are you alright? You seem kinda out of it.”
Tom immediately nodded his head, grateful that he was wearing his Spider-Man mask so that Jacob couldn’t see the blush on his cheeks or where his eyes were originally focused on. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Tom then watched in the corner of his eyes as you waved goodbye to one of crew members you were talking to before heading towards the kitchen.
“I-I’ll be right back, Jacob.” Tom quickly said, leaving before his friend could say anything back. When Tom got to the kitchen he found you rummaging through the drinks cooler. Your back was facing him so Tom took this as an opportunity to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his hard, clothed chest against your back.
“Darling, you are killin’ me right now.” Tom groaned, lifting his mask up enough to reveal his lips. He then began to leave rough, tender kisses along your neck, making you squirm and your knees slowly become weak. “Can we just leave now? I can’t wait any longer.”
“N-No,” you stuttered out, a small moan managing to slip past your lips and you could practically Tom smirk against your lips. “This party is for your movie, Tom. We can’t leave.” You told him, tilting your head to side slightly, giving him more access to your neck.
“Come on, darling.” He groaned, kissing and sucking on your skin, most definitely leaving a mark. You shook your head, turning around and gently pushing Tom away from you. “How about we make a deal, okay?”
He nodded. “We’ll leave an hour early, that’s it. Then we’ll head home and you can do whatever you want to me, alright? I’ll even keep the constume on for you, spider.” You teased, smirking and if Tom didn’t have his mask on you could’ve swore his eyes were wide.
“Deal!” He immediately accepted, quickly smacking your ass before heading back towards the party, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your face burning up.
Let’s just say you knew you were in for a rough night the moment you and Tom stepped into your guys’ car and saw the expression on his face when he took off his mask.
Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): some angst, fluff, slight swearing, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: After counting all the comments and asks, Alternate Ending won!
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Opening your eyes, the first thing you could see was just a bright white light, and the only thought that ran through your mind was wondering if you were dead.
That was until your blurry vision started to clear up and focus, your eyes scanning what appeared to be some hospital room that you were in. Your eyes then moved over to the couch beside your bed, your heart swelling at the sight of none other than Peter Parker, who was currently passed out on it.
You attempted to slowly sit up from the very uncomfortable bed, wincing in the process, and it was like Peter could hear the small whimper that fell from your lips because next thing you knew he was crouched in front of you. The redness in his eyes and the dark bags underneath them became much clearer to you, making your heart ache at the sight of his heartbroken state.
“H-Hey, you’re okay.” Peter smiled weakly, cupping your still palish face in his hands. “I-I thought I lost you.”
“What happened?” You asked, the tone of your voice rough and raspy. Peter reached over and took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss along your knuckles before answering, “You were shot by one of Beck’s drones and passed out from major blood loss. Luckily the bullet didn’t hit any important organs or arteries.”
“How did I get here?” You questioned, glancing down at the white bedsheets and running your fingers through them.
“I brought you here,” Peter answered, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “Well, swung you here.” He quickly corrected, nibbling on his bottom lip. “When I got the call from MJ that you were shot it was like my heart broke into millions of pieces and the only thing I could think of was that night.”
You felt yourself shift uncomfortably on the bed at the mention of that specific night, goosebumps running along your skin. “And I thought, what if this is the time that I actually lose you?” He continued, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “So I swung to you guys as fast as I possible could, ignoring the unbearable pain I was dealing with because you were my number one priority, the only thing on my mind. And when I saw you, laying in MJ’s arms, blood surrounding the both of you I thought I was too late. But I could still hear faint sounds of your heart beating so I knew I couldn’t give up.”
“How are you feeling by the way?” You couldn’t help but ask, your eyes scanning over his figure, noticing the dark bruise covering his right cheek and bandages wrapped around his wrists. Peter felt himself smile at your concerned tone. Even though you were in the hospital, recovering from a bullet wound you were still worried about him. “I’m fine.” He gave your knuckles another soft, gentle kiss. “I should be asking you that.”
“I’m okay. I’m pretty sure the nurse put lots of painkillers in my IV.” you shrugged, nodding your head towards the needle in your arm that was hooked up to the bag hanging above you.
“That’s good.” Peter nodded his head, glancing down at his lap as silence consumed the both of you. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, instead it was a soothing one.
“Can you lay with me?” You suddenly asked, breaking the silence after a brief time. “A-Are you sure?” Peter stuttered out, his eyes widening slightly. You laughed at the small blush forming on his cheeks before nodding your head. “Okay.” He grinned back, carefully climbing the hospital bed’s covers and wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you close to his.
As you rested your head on top of his hard chest you couldn’t help but wonder where the rest of your class was and how they were. And it was like Peter knew what you were thinking because next thing said was, “MJ and Ned wanted to see you but Mr. Harrington said that they all had to head back to the states because everyone’s parents were flipping out from what’s been going on here lately.”
“But you’re still here?” You questioned, leaning your head up slightly so that your eyes met his. “I called May and told her that I was going to stay in London until you fully recover.”
“You didn’t have to.” You frowned. You couldn’t help felt guilty that you were the reason why he stayed behind. Peter already have been through too much already. Fighting the fake elementals, betrayed by someone he trusts, practically getting ran over by a train. He deserved some rest.
“Of course I do.” Peter instantly replied back, shaking his head. “You’re my girlfriend-” He froze, his eyes widening when realizing what he just said. “I-I mean I care about you a lot, that’s all. Not my g-girlfriend. Unless you w-want to-” He stuttered out, his cheeks turning bright pink and without verbally answering his question, you leaned up towards him and softly pressed your lips against his. It was just a short peck but enough to give him an answer and show how you felt.
“Oh,” Peter could only mutter out, his lips curling up into a large grin and his eyes filled with such passion. “Yeah,” you smiled back, pressing another kiss on his cheek.
“So since it’s just us two here in London, how do you plan on getting the both of us back home?” You asked, running your finger smoothly over his clothed chest.
“I actually don’t plan on heading back just yet.” Peter said, making state at him confusingly. “What do you mean?” You questioned, raising a brow when Peter just chuckled before reaching inside his pocket. “For saving the world and as an apology for ruining my summer vacation, Fury decided to give me whatever I ask for as a reward.”
You watched as he then pulled out two slips of papers from his pocket, a small smirk on his lips when seeing the realization to what it was struck your face.
“Want to go to the most romantic city in the world with me?”
Here’s the alternate ending for Mending Heart. This series is officially over now.
Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): angst, some fluff, mentions of blood, violence, character death, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: I’m sorry....
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If you haven’t had known about Mysterio being a fraud, the elemental monsters being illusions, you could say that it looked like Hell was invading Earth. Because that’s how it exactly looked like.
All of London was in chaos as the fake monster spread carnage wherever he went. The sky was dark, thunderstorms rumbling everywhere, making the ground shake and violent waves occurring in the water. “Are you sure this is fake? Because it looks pretty real.” You shouted back at Peter, who was slipping on the mask of his new suit over his face before nodding his head. “Trust me, it is. Hundreds of Mr. Stark’s drones are doing it all. They’re creating the monster, the storms, the waves, everything.”
“What should we do kid?” Happy asked, gripping onto the plane’s handle tightly as the turbulence began to make it difficult to fly. “Head straight into it?”
“No,” Peter immediately answered, shaking his head. “Beck will spot us. It’s better if we fly up above the storm because it’ll keep us undetected. That means I could drop down right into his drones without him seeing me.”
“Alright got it.” Happy nodded, pulling the plane’s handle back and making the entire vehicle start flying straight up. Luckily you were already seated right next to him, buckled up because if you weren’t you would’ve definitely have fallen over.
You were so focused on the flight up that you didn’t notice Peter standing beside you until you felt his hand on your shoulder. “Okay, I’m going. Stay with Happy, alright? Be safe.”
“I should be telling you that.” You teased, smiling as Peter lifted the mask up to his nose and placed a small kiss on your forehead before pulling it back on. “Be safe!” You shouted back at him as he made his way towards the plane’s exit door.
The only thing you could see was him nod his head before Happy closed the cockpit’s door, keeping you both safe from the vacuum that was about to happen in the plane. You didn’t know exactly how Peter did it, but after a minute or so you could see him sticking on the side of the plane. “Alright, you’re good Happy.” You heard Peter shout from outside. “Go get my friends! They know about Beck’s-” He didn’t have the chance to finish because the next thing you saw was him flying off the side of the plane.
“Let’s go get your guys’ friends.” Happy told you before beginning to descend the plane back down to the surface.
- - -
“Y/N?” Ned’s voice suddenly filled your ears as you and Happy ran frantically through the chaotic streets of London. Your eyes then landed on him, along with Betty, Flash, and MJ, who were standing near the path that led them to the bridge. “Where have you been?”
“Busy...” You only said, your eyes glancing towards the burning bridge, feeling your heart beat out of fear and worry before returning your attention back towards him. “We need to get you guys out of here.”
“Who are you?” Flash asked, staring at Happy who stood beside you. “I’m here to get you kids to safety, I work with Spider-Man.”
“You work for Spider-Man!” Flash gasped, his eyes wide and his mouth gaped open. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the frustrated expression on Happy’s face before shouting back, “I said I work with Spider-Man, not for Spider-Man! Now follow me, I need to get you all to safety-”
The sound of an explosion then suddenly caused you all to jump, your eyes moving towards to where the jet used to be but was now just a huge ball of fire. “Was that your plane?” MJ asked, pointing towards the jet that was engulfed by flames.
“New plan!” Happy shouted, “Follow me.” You and your friends did as you were told and followed him, the sound of gunfire and explosions becoming more distant. You didn’t know exactly where you were going until you all entered some sort of small antique museum that had a small vault inside it.
“So what are we going to do now?” Betty asked, her hand gripping tightly onto Ned’s, her eyes filled with fear. “Wait here till everything settles down.”
You all nodded your heads, trying to catch your breathes from all the chaos that has been happening lately. But sadly, you didn’t get the chance to because next thing you all knew, there was a technological humming sound coming from the staircase that led down to the basement where you all were hiding at.
“Hide!” Happy whispered loudly. Everyone was quick enough to hide behind something, you and MJ both hiding beside a display case of a knight holding some sort of mace. You carefully poked your head out to see what was making the humming sound, your eyes widening at the sight of one of Mysterio’s drones.
MJ immediately noticed your panicked expression, her eyes then glancing towards the mace. She slowly started to reach over for it, ignoring the warnings that Happy was giving her.
When she finally took it in her hands, it was like everything after that happened in slow motion. You watched as she swung the heavy weighted weapon onto the drone, causing it to spin out of control.
“MJ!” You shouted, your hand reaching over and pulling her back as the drone then began to fire stray bullets. You ignored the sudden painful feeling in your stomach as the drone flew towards you two, its turret aiming at you both. And just as it was about fire on you, sparks began to uncontrollably fly from it until it completely combusted.
“Did Peter win?” MJ asked, lowering the mace she held firmly in her hands. You opened your mouth to answer but the pain you felt before suddenly became much worse. You glanced down at your stomach, seeing blood staining through your shirt. Losing the feeling in your legs, your back collapsed against the glass display case and slowly slid down it until you hit the ground.
“Oh my god,” MJ’s eyes then widened when seeing you on the ground, blood bleeding through your shirt and staring your hands. “Help! Y/N’s been shot!”
Happy, Ned, Betty, and Flash immediately appeared in front of you guys, worried expressions on all of their faces. “We need to get her to a hospital.” Flash stated, but Betty instantly shook her head. “We won’t be able to. All the streets are closed down from that monster attack.”
“You guys need to head back to our class,” you managed to mumble out, wincing at each word leaving your mouth. “You need to let Mr. Harrington know we’re okay.”
“But you’re not okay-” Ned tried to argue but you were quick interrupt him before he could. “Just go!” You then turned your head towards Happy. “And you need to find some sort of vehicle to take me to the hospital, got it?”
You watched as they all nodded their heads and left, leaving you and MJ alone, her hands pressing and applying pressure onto your wound. “Just hold on, okay? Happy will be here soon.”
“It won’t matter.” You shook your head, laughing hysterically and immediately wincing after. “You’re literally one of the smartest people I know, MJ, and you and I both know the end result for a wound like this.”
“That’s not true.” MJ disagreed, “Happy will get here soon and we’ll both get you to the hospital. You’ll be fine.” You shook your head again, your bloody hand reaching over and grabbing hers, squeezing it softly.
“Can you take me to Peter?” You asked softly, your tone weak and cracking. “I-I want to see him. Please?”
MJ wanted to fight back, to persuade you that you’ll be fine. But the sound of your trembling voice and sight of your tearful eyes caused her heart to sink into your chest. She had to do this for you.
- - -
You slowly made your way across the badly damaged bridge, MJ beside you, her arm wrapped around your waist, supporting you.
“I’m sorry.” MJ suddenly spoke up, causing you to glance at her confusingly. When seeing your expression she decided to continue. “I’m sorry for not telling you about my feelings for Peter, or being a good friend and not acting on them. I’m sorry that I completely ruined our friendship, or-”
“It’s okay,” you smiled weakly, “I forgive you.” You then held up your pinky finger. “Best friends forever again?”
You felt your heart then break when seeing the tears that swelled up in MJ’s eyes slowly begin to slide down her cheeks. She nodded her head, wrapping her pinky finger around yours before answering, “Best friends forever.”
“And since you’re my best friend again, you need to do something for me.” You said, frowning when she nodded her head. “Of course, what do you want me to do?”
“You need to be there for Peter.” You weakly answered, wincing as you felt yourself become weak, blood sliding down your legs and dropping onto the floor. “You and I both know that he’s going to blame himself for this and you can’t let him.” Tears began to stream down your face and sobs escaping from your lips. “You can’t, especially after everything he’s been through.”
MJ nodded, tears also sliding down her face. “Don’t worry, I won’t let him.” The pain in your stomach soon became unbearable, painful groans falling from your mouth.
“I-I need to sit down,” you whimpered, biting down your bottom lip, trying to control the sobs that were building up in your throat. “Okay,” MJ led you towards some large piece of debris, allowing you to lean against it.
“W-Where’s Peter?” You cried out, clenching your hand over your wound, feeling your head become dizzy and your whole body slowly becoming weak. “I’m sure he’s close by, I’ll go look for him-” MJ paused, her eyes landing none other than Peter Parker himself, who was limping across the bridge, his suit badly damaged, his face bruised and blood staining his cheek.
“Hey, Peter’s here. He’s okay, Y/N-” MJ smiled, waving over at Peter who then started quick walking towards you two. When MJ turned to towards you, the world around her suddenly became in slow motion when seeing your head leaning against her shoulder and your eyes closed. Before she had the chance to check on you Peter was already in front of her, his eyes widening at the sight of your bloody figure.
“W-What happened?” Peter’s trembling voice asked, quickly cupping your pale face into his hands, tears swelling up in his eyes. When seeing the wound in your abdomen his heart sunk into his chest. “No no no no no no,” he took you into his arms, holding your head against his chest as sobs began to fall from his mouth. “Not again. N-Not again.”
“H-Hey, baby.” Peter pushed the strands of your hair away from your beautiful, pale face. “C-Come on, you gotta open your eyes. We got that date remember?” He asked, his sobs becoming louder when you didn’t say anything back. “I-I was going to take you that pizza shop near Delmar’s that you really love, then we were going to take a romantic walk through Central Park.”
“P-Peter,” MJ’s trembling voice then filled his ears. “S-She’s gone.” Peter shook his head, his cries getting even louder. “No, she’s not dead!” He shouted, cupping your pale face in his hands and gently caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
But you were dead. “P-Please God,” Peter begged, hugging your lifeless body close to his. “P-Please don’t take her away from me. N-Not her too.”
And in this exact moment, as he cried over your lifeless body that’s when he realized that Beck was right all along. He chose the world over you, again, and he was paying the price.
The world has finally taken you from him.
This series is finally over. Do you guys want an epilogue of this or an alternate ending? I’m only gonna do one of them so vote in the comments.
Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): some angst, lots of fluff, slight swearing, implications of sex, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: Hate to break it to you all but sadly this series is coming to an end. The next chapter after this one will be the last one. And I also would like to apologize for taking so long to do this chapter. It’s just that I recently started college and my classes (mostly English and Biology) are piling me with essays and reports already.
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The moment you felt Peter’s lips on yours, it was like your whole body suddenly erupted into millions of different emotions. Making you feel every single one.
You could feel your heart beating hard against your chest, the palm of your hands becoming sweaty, blush forming on your cheeks and your lips curling up into a small smile against his. Your trembling hands would slowly raise up to cup his face as his would rest on your waist, your lips never leaving his.
Peter was the first to pull away, both of you breathing quite heavily and your foreheads resting against one another. “Wow, that was incredible.” He gaped, causing you to chuckle at his bright-eyed expression on his face. “Yeah, it was.” You nodded in agreement, the smile on your face becoming even wider.
The sound of someone then clearing their throat caused both you and Peter to turn where it came from, your eyes landing on Happy who was leaning against the doorway of the cockpit. “I hate to break up this heartwarming moment, but what’s the plan? Because we’ve been literally hovering over this tulip field for the past half hour.”
“I don’t know,” Peter shrugged, his smile dropping into a frown. “Beck isn’t just some random criminal. I haven’t fought against someone like him before.”
“You’re right,” you agreed, nodding your head. “You haven’t fought against someone like him. You fought much worse than him. You stopped a man in a flying-bird suit that shot alien weapons at you, and you stopped a Mad Titan from ending the world—the entire universe.” You quickly corrected. “Mysterio is just some guy with fancy tech. You can do this, Peter.”
“But I don’t have a suit.” Peter argued, “The one Mr. Stark gave me is still in Venice and the stealth one that Fury gave me was confiscated.”
“Then make one.” You suggested, “Just like how you made your first one.” Peter just shook his head, running his hand through his brown curls. “That was just a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I need a more advance one if I plan on taking Beck and all his drones at once.”
“A more advanced suit?” Happy repeated, getting a nod from Peter. “I think I got that covered.” You both then watched as he walked back into the cockpit, pressing a button that revealed a secret room behind you guys.
“Woah,” you and Peter both gasped, your eyes landing on the secret lab that used to be hidden behind the wall. “You go work on your suit and I’ll get us to where we need to be. Which is...”
“London.” Peter finished, his eyes then moving towards you with a small grin on his face. “We’re going to London.”
You sat there and watched as Happy went back into the cockpit and Peter began to work on his new suit, your heart fluttering in your chest every time he would send a quick glance your way.
- - -
It was probably an hour since Peter started his suit and he was nearly done. You stood beside him, your hands brushing against one another as you both watched as the machine was sewing in the black and red fabric.
“It’s beautiful.” You spoke up, your head resting on his shoulder. “Yeah, it is.” Peter replied, but his eyes weren’t on his suit. Instead they were on you. He leaned down and pressed his lips on top of your head, his hand finally slipping into yours and lacing your fingers together.
“Hey, while that it is making can we talk?” Peter suddenly asked, causing you lift your head up from his shoulder. “Yeah, sure.”
You watched Peter walked over to one of the seats in the plane, pulling you with him and making you beside him. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through. For practically ignoring you ever since we came from the snap, for breaking your heart for MJ, everything.”
“Peter, I already forgave you-” You tried to answer but you were cut off by him when he shook his head and gripped your hand tightly. “Well, you shouldn’t have!” He then winced at the sound of his raised voice, “Dont get me wrong, I’m grateful, extremely grateful that you’re giving me another chance, it’s just that I don’t deserve it.” He frowned, biting down on his lip frustratingly.
“Y-You’re perfect,” Peter grinned softly, raising your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. “You definitely deserve someone better than me. Someone who doesn’t break off almost three years of dating just because of some stupid crush. Let alone wanting to date your best friend.”
You winced at the mention her. Yes, you and MJ used to be best friends, but when you found out that Peter broke up with you for her your friendship with her slowly began to crack. It entirely shattered when you discovered that MJ also liked him all along too.
“When I told May that we broke up she said to me,” Peter continued, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you. I didn’t really understand it until I saw you and Brad on the plane to Prague.”
You just nodded your head, not knowing what to say. “And I couldn’t say anything because I was the reason for us breaking up.” Peter added, using his free hand to point at himself. “So I tried to forget about it, but I just couldn’t. You have been on my mind ever since Prague.”
“Really?” You couldn’t help but ask, your cheeks blushing madly. “Yes,” Peter answered with any hesitation, giving your hand a small squeeze. “Breaking up with you was the worst mistake I’ve ever done. And I’ve made lots of mistakes.”
“Yeah you have.” You giggled, nibbling on your bottom lip and pushing a strand of your loose hair behind your ear. “But it’s okay, we all make mistakes.”
Suddenly the jet’s intercom came on, ending you and Peter’s conversation. “We’re about ten minutes from London, kids. You better start getting ready.”
Peter shot up from his seat, sending a quick glance towards you and flashing a small grin before heading towards the machine that was making his suit, taking it out. “I-I better change then.” Peter pointed his thumb back towards the bathroom, his eyes still on you as he released a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah, you need to.” You grinned, nodding your head. You watched as then Peter stepped into the bathroom, but before he closed the door he poked his head back out. “Oh, and Y/N?”
“We’re going on a date after all this over, alright?”
With your eyes wide, your heart completely bursting into butterflies and your cheeks turning bright pink. The only thing you could get out was just a simple nod.
You had a date with Peter Parker.
I know this chapter is RIDICULOUSLY short, but I wanted to save the major parts for the final chapter. So you all better get ready, because the final part is going to be filled with many different emotions.
Warning(s): some swearing, mentions of torture, angst, fluff
Summary: You had the extraordinary gift of healing, but sadly it came with a price. A price that Gar thinks is not worth it.
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“I told you it wasn’t a good idea.”
You could practically feel Gar’s smirk on you as you replaced the old bandages that were wrapped around his abdomen with new ones. You couldn’t deny that your eyes lingered on his bare upper body longer than you intended to, but you couldn’t help yourself, he definitely gained some muscle over the past three months. His training with Dick and Jason paid off, you could say that.
“Well, how come Jason can do it but I can’t?” Gar asked, turning his head so that he could face you, seeing that you were cleaning up the medical supplies that you had out. “Because before Dick, Jason has been training with Batman, probably for months, or years—I don’t know.” You shrugged, picking up Gar’s green shirt that was discarded onto the floor and handed it him, your fingers accidentally grazing his toned torso, blush appearing on both of your faces. “And you’ve only been training for three months.”
“But I’m improving everyday.” Gar pointed out, causing you to nod your head in agreement. “Yeah, I know. Sometimes I feel like you overwork yourself. You should take a day off from training.”
“I can’t.” Gar sighed, shaking his head. “We have to be prepared, so that whenever Dick needs us we’ll be ready.”
You watched as Gar slipped his shirt back on, immediately noticing him wince and the pained expression on his expression. “It would’ve been a lot easier if you just let me heal you.”
“No, absolutely not.” Gar shook his head, shifting his body around to where he was fully facing you. “I don’t want you wasting your powers on me, especially when it’s just a minor bruise.” You couldn’t help but smile at the caring tone in Gar’s voice as he spoke. Your power was healing, you could heal any type of injury, ranging from just a paper cut to a bullet wound. Yes, it was very useful but every time you used your powers it practically drained your energy and Gar hated that because whenever that happens you look almost dead. Your skin would become pale, your eyes would be droopy, and your breathing would be weak. “Not again.”
After the whole Trigon situation Gar had a few fractured ribs, a broken nose, a couple blood clots from the deadly beating he received from the others, and you couldn’t forget the major gashs he got when Dick threw him against a glass bookshelf. When you healed all of his injuries, you were bedridden for two days, almost three.
“But that wasn’t just a minor bruise.” You reminded him, referring back to what happened three months ago. “You could’ve died-”
“And you almosted died healing me!” Your eyes widened at the sudden change of volume in Gar’s voice. He never raised his voice towards you, ever. “Don’t risk your own life for someone else, that’s just stupid.”
“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing this whole time?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “When we decided to leave Chief’s Mansion to follow Rachel and the others. Isn’t that what we’re doing right now? You’re training to fight, for fuck’s sake.” Your own voice raising, your tone filled with anger and frustration. “At least I’m using my powers for good, and not evil.”
“So, me learning how to defend myself is considered evil then?” Gar questioned, his eyes glaring at you as you just shook your head, groaning loudly and running your fingers through your hair.
“I don’t understand, Gar!” You sighed, “You don’t seem to mind Rachel or Jason risking their lives everyday. Why do you have so much trouble accepting the fact that I’m a part of this too? I’m not-”
“Because it’s you!” Gar snapped, cutting you off. His eyes flashing bright green, your heart stopping at the sight of it. You knew when his eyes turned green and he wasn’t trying shift that it usually means he’s furious.
“Oh,” your irritated tone immediately dropped and your eyes filling with guilt. An awkward silence was then formed between you two, and you swore Gar could hear your heart beating hard against your chest. “Listen, Gar. I’m sorry-” you tried to apologize but he stood up before you could, scoffing and making his way towards the exit of the training room. “Just forget it, dinner’s going to be ready soon.” He said before fully stepping out the room and leaving you alone.
- - -
“Hey.” The sound of your sudden voice startled Gar, making him tear his eyes away from the large computer screen and swing his chair around to see you standing in the doorway with a small frown on your lips. “Hey.” He only mumbled back before returning his attention back to the screen in front of him that was displaying the blueprint of the entire city of San Francisco.
Sighing, you slowly walked over and leaned yourself against the counter, your heart aching in your chest when you noticed Gar was purposely refusing to meet your eyes. “Can we please talk?”
“I’m busy right now.” He replied, typing a few things on the keyboard. “Dick asked me to keep a lookout for Dr. Light, so I’m doing that.” He nodded his head towards the screen.
“Okay,” you softly nodded your head. “But do you think it doesn’t hurt me watching you train everyday, practically exhausting yourself and knowing that the whole reason you’re doing this is so that you can fight against people who want us dead. It terrifies me that what if one day I hear from Dick or Rachel that you didn’t make it. That you were killed.” Your voice raising, tears swelling up in your eyes. “But do you know why I haven’t told you about any of it? How I truly feel about you doing all of this? It’s because I trust you, Gar. Do you trust me?”
When Gar didn’t answer, you stood up from the counter and began to make your way towards the doorway. But the feeling of his hand grabbing yours caused you to stop, making your heart flutter. “Do you remember what I promised you when Chief first brought you to the mansion.”
You nodded your head, smiling at the memory. “You said that you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
“I haven’t been keeping that promise lately.” Gar pointed out, making you frown and stare at him confusingly. “First it was with that family, then the asylum, and Rachel’s father. But you still managed to come out of all those situations,” he paused, a small hint of blush forming on his cheeks. “Perfect.”
“But after you healed me, you looked almost dead.” He added, “And that terrified me. Because even though you got the shit beaten out of you by that family, tortured at the asylum, and possessed by Trigon. The most you’ve ever looked in pain was after helping me. It’s my fault that you were even in that condition.”
“Everything that you’ve been going through is because me.” Gar stated, pointing his thumb at himself. “You would’ve been so much safer if you stayed back at the mansion with Rita and the others, but of course I was stupid enough-”
“Hey,” you cupped his face into your hands, cutting him off and making his eyes meet yours. “You didn’t make me go with you, I made that decision myself. Do you know why?” Gar shook his head. “Because I can’t stand being away from you, Garfield Logan.”
“You are the most important person in my entire life.” And with a sudden burst of confidence flowing through body, you leaned down and pressed your lips softly against his.
Gar didn’t hesitate before kissing you back, his hands landing on your waist and pulling you onto his lap, your lips never leaving his. Your fingers would run through Gar’s soft green hair as your lips moved perfectly in sync with his, heat forming on your cheeks when feeling him squeeze your waist. “You’re so handsome.” He mumbled against your lips, smiling at the sound of your small giggle.
“And you sir, are very attractive.” You pulled your lips away from his, smirking when sliding your hands down from his hair and onto his biceps, giving them a firm squeeze. “Shouldn’t you get back to surveying the city?” You asked, nodding your head towards the black screen.
“Nah, it can wait.” Gar chuckled before pressing his lips back onto yours, both of you smiling into the passionate kiss.
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Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of blood and death, a few flashbacks, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: This is probably my favorite chapter of this entire series so I hope you all love it as much as I did writing it.
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Peter has never felt this much pain in his entire life. Not when a whole building collapsed on him, or when a giant purple alien practically knocked the wind out from him in just a single punch.
But as he limped through the beautiful meadow field in the middle of some village in the Netherlands, Peter’s mind only went towards you and how much he regretted not going after you last night. His heart was telling him, yelling at him to chase after you and make things right but his mind was saying something different. It was ordering him to leave and warn Nick Fury because a madman with a weapon that can practically destroy the world was much more important. But now, he wished he could take it all back.
The only thing Peter wanted right now was you. He didn’t care about the pain he was currently feeling, he didn’t care about the burning sensation inside his body or the aching of his bones. He just wanted to be with you, to fix things and maybe get back together. But of course, he had to fuck it all up.
Peter had no doubt that you hated him, especially after what you saw last night. But what shocks him is when he sees Mr. Stark’s—or should he say, Happy’s jet land in the middle of the meadow field and you being the first person sees walking down the ramp.
When your eyes landed on Peter, who’s face was all bruised, blood staining his cheeks and his eyes bloodshot your heart broke. “Y/N,” his raspy, low voice filled your ears. “Is that really you?”
“Yes, of course it is.” You immediately replied, staring at him with a confused expression on your face. When you started to walk towards him you noticed he took a couple steps back and held his hand out to stop you. “Stop, stop!”
“Tell me something only you would know.” His voice was weak, pleading almost as he practically refused to meet your eyes. “Okay,” you nodded, freezing in your spot. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten, done literally everything together, been through everything together. It was our freshmen year of high school when we finally confessed our feelings for each other. After you ditched homecoming and fought Adrian Toomes, me and you were chilling on the roof of your apartment complex where we decided to dance since we missed our chance at school. That’s when we also shared our first kiss together.”
Peter’s terrified expression then dropped and he didn’t hesitate to quickly limp towards you and wrap his strong arms around your body, his face nuzzled into your neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hey, it’s okay.” You rubbed his back gently when hearing the sniffling sounds he was making.
“What happened, Pete?” Even though your tone was filled with worry, Peter couldn’t help but smile against your skin at the mention of his nickname.
“It’s a long story.” Peter pulled away from your neck, his soft brown eyes staring into yours. You slowly nodded your head, reaching over and carefully grabbed Peter’s hand, lacing your fingers together with this, that very familiar fluttery feeling going off in your heart. “Come on, let’s get you inside so that I can clean up your wounds. Like old times.”
Peter only nodded his head, following you onto the jet. You quickly went over and grabbed the first aid kit that was in the cockpit as Peter went to go sit down, the jet immediately taking off as the ramp lifted up and the doors closed.
With the first aid kit in your hands, you sat down behind Peter and took the necessary tools out that you needed, which was some thread, a needle, bandages, and peroxide. “Now, you want to tell me what’s been going on lately. It’ll help distract you from the pain.” You said to him as you prepared the stitches that he needed.
“I messed up, YN.” Peter started, wincing and clenching his fists when the stinging feeling of the needle piercing his skin came to contact. “The glasses Mr. Stark gave me, it lets me hack into other people’s phones and completely invade their privacy. It also gives me access to drones that fire real bullets and middles. And I gave them to Beck—Mysterio,” Peter quickly correct, remembering that you didn’t really know Quentin Beck like he did.
“Why did you give them to him?” You couldn’t help ask, wincing when seeing Peter flinch as you pulled the thread through his flesh.
“The note that was attached to the glasses said “For the next Iron Man, I trust you” and that’s not me.” Peter answered, his hand gripping onto the armrest tightly as the needle pierced through his skin again. “I’m only sixteen, I can’t be the next Iron Man. And I thought Beck could be him, but he just ended up betraying me.”
“All of those monsters were fake, illusions. And when I went to Berlin to go warn Nick Fury about it, it ended up being Beck the entire time, he tricked me, again.” Peter added, staring down at his lap and sighing. “He made me see.....terrible things.” He bit down on his lip, his voice cracking.
“What kind of things?” You questioned, finishing up the last of his stitches. When Peter didn’t reply you thought he just didn’t want to talk about it until you felt his hand slip into yours, squeezing it comfortingly. Millions of dark memories flashed through Peter’s mind, but one stayed. The one that haunted him the most.
Peter was sprinting through the dark, mist filled hallway as he was attacked by his worst fears. He didn’t know what was real or not. And as he fought against the illusions, he couldn’t help but notice the tiniest but most impacting details.
He noticed the small love letters that were attached to one of the lockers that littered the hallway, those letters representing the ones he always left on your locker whenever you were having a bad day. The environment around him then changed, transitioning to some park, Central Park, the place where you and Peter had your first date.
You were always Peter’s greatest fear. The thought of losing you terrified of him, and Beck was using that against him.
“You chose to stop me over getting back with girl you’ve loved for years!” The air around Peter became thin as the scenery around him changed into an alleyway somewhere in Prague. “You chose to save the world over your own happiness. What has the world done for you?”
“The world took away your parents, your Uncle Ben, and the world took away Tony Stark.” Peter could feel his heart beating millions of miles an hour as the memories of his lost loved ones flashed through his mind. Everything Peter told about himself to Beck, he was now using them as weapons. “And again, you chose the world over another loved one.”
“And what if this time,” Beck dark’s tone sent chills down Peter’s spine. “You lose the one person you love most in the world.”
The sight that suddenly appeared in front of him made Peter’s heart shatter into millions of pieces. In front of him was you, laying in your own puddle of blood and a bullet hole clearly seen in your abdomen.
“No,” Peter shook his head, tearing his eyes away from your lifeless body laying in front of him. “This isn’t real. S-She isn’t dead.” His voice cracked, tears filling his eyes.
“Don’t make the same mistake, Peter.” Peter jumped out of fright when Beck—Mysterio suddenly appeared in front of him, floating and staring down at him menancingly. “Leave. Ignore all of this,” Beck waved his hands around him, letting some of the drones that made the illusions real reveal themselves. “And go get the girl of dreams back.”
“Before the world decides to take her away from you too.”
“I know it wasn’t real,” Peter mumbled softly, his grip on your hand tightening. “But what he made me see, your blood covered lifeless body, it just reminded me of that n-night.”
You felt your heart stop, your blood run cold and your skin turn pale at the mention of your darkest, most haunted memory. The night that you’ve tried so hard to forget but never seemed to vanish.
It’s been a week since the snap happened. When everyone that disappeared five years ago mysteriously came back.
Everyone seemed to be going back to their old routines, everyone except you and Peter. You noticed the change in Peter’s personality when he came back. He seemed more distant, quiet, and you wanted the old Peter back. So you’ve thought of the perfect, simple plan. Date night.
You managed to get a reservation to this fancy Italian restaurant that you had your eye on for a while. And the dinner was going smoothly, you and Peter talked normally like how it was before everything went to hell.
While you and Peter were walking home, hand in hand, everything seemed so perfect. Like it was finally going back into place. But of course, thing’s didn’t go your guys’ way.
The sound of someone’s footsteps coming up closely behind you both sent Peter’s spidey sense into overdrive, making the hairs on his arms stand up. “Give me all of your money.” A man’s deep, threatening voice filled your ears, the feeling of a barrel of gun pressing against your back made your heart sink into his chest.
Peter stared into your terrified eyes, his hand tightening around yours. He had his webshooters on his wrists but he couldn’t use them. It’ll reveal Spider-Man’s identity.
“Listen man, you don’t want to do this.” Peter wrapped his arm protectively around you, slowly pulling you behind. “Just give me your fucking money!” The man demanded, waving his gun violently.
But that gave Peter the advantage to grab the man’s wrist, making him fire a random bullet before disarming and tackling him onto the floor. Peter then slammed his fists down onto the man’s face, knocking him out almost instantly.
“P-Peter...” The sound of your weak, cracked voice caused Peter to turn around, his heart stopping at the sight of your blood stained shirt and hands.
“Oh my god,” Peter gasped, running over and catching your body in his arms before you collapsed onto the ground. “Y-You’re going to be okay, baby. You hear me? You’re going to be okay.” His tear-stained eyes staring into yours as he placed his hands over your bullet wound, putting pressure over it.
“Help! Somebody help!” Peter shouted at the top of his lungs, sobs escaping from his mouth and tears streaming down his face. “Stay with me, baby!” He stared at your droopy eyes, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Stay with me, please.” His voice was trembling, “I can’t lose you too.”
“Yeah, that night was terrible.” You smiled softly, feeling your heart flutter at the feeling of Peter’s thumb caressing the back of your hand.
“I thought you were going to d-die.” Peter’s voice cracked, his eyes trained on his lap. That was until you let your hand cup his cheek and forced his eyes to meet yours. “But I didn’t, Peter.” You replied, letting your thumb wipe the stray tear that was about to escape his eyes. “I’m here, right in front of you.”
“Yeah, you are.” Peter smiled back, lifting your hand up and pressing a delicate kiss on your knuckles. “Listen Y/N, there’s nothing go on between me and MJ.” He began to explain, “What you saw, it wasn’t what you think. I was in the middle of changing into my suit-”
“I know.” You nodded your head, cutting him off. “MJ told me everything after you left. She was banging on my room’s door, and at first I wasn’t going to let her in but then she threatened to get the maid to open it for her so I literally had no choice.”
“Oh,” Peter only said, nibbling on his bottom lip as his eyes slowly glanced down at your lips before going back up to your eyes. “So, would it be bad if I kissed you right now?”
You laughed, heat slowly traveling up your neck and to your cheeks before you shook your head.
And that’s when you felt his lips on yours.
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Summary: You’ve spent your entire life alone, you had no family, no friends. You were close to giving up, that was until you met Garfield Logan.
Author’s Note: Here’s my first ever Garfield Logan oneshot. I’ve recently fell in love with his character on Titans so I had to write about him because Ryan Potter is an absolute babe. There’ll be more works on him so keep a look out for them!
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You owed everything to Dick Grayson.
If it wasn’t for him finding you scrounging for food in an alley way, accidentally seeing you teleport from trashcan to trashcan then you wouldn’t have your own room, a nice bathroom, actual good food.
And especially, if it wasn’t for him finding you, you wouldn’t have met Garfield Logan, the green haired shapeshifter who instantly took an interest in you the moment you entered the tower and your eyes met.
It’s been a week since you’ve moved into the very large penthouse and you were still getting used to the change. It was a huge difference then living on the streets, of course.
You were currently sitting on the couch beside the glass window, staring down at the beautiful view of the city down below, a warm, fuzzy blanket draped over you. It was nearly two in the morning and you thought everyone was asleep, that was until you heard footsteps coming from behind you.
Turning around, you noticed that it was just Gar, seeing him practically wobble into the living in nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants. His droopy eyes landed you, sending you a small smile that caused your heart to leap in your chest. “Hey, what are you doing up?” He asked in a raspy voice, taking a seat next to you.
“Can’t really sleep.” You only said, shrugging and returning your attention back to the view in front of you. “You can go to sleep, ya know? You don’t have to wait out here with me.” You added, seeing him release a big yawn.
“I’m not really tired.” He tried to lie, but the redness and bags under his eyes gave it away. “Come on, Gar.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the cushion of the couch. “Dick has been making you practice everyday and you’re exhausted, you need some sleep.”
“But I don’t want to leave you out here alone.” He groaned, lying down on the couch and resting his head on your lap, staring up at you while you stared down at him, your eyes meeting and your hearts fluttering.
“It’s okay,” you giggled softly, running your fingers through his soft green hair. “I’ve been fine.”
“You’ve been fine?” Gar repeated, his eyes full of concern and his lips dropping into a frown. “Have you not been sleeping at all this entire time you’ve been here?” When you didn’t say anything back that gave Gar his answer. “Why?”
“I haven’t really slept since I got my powers,” you shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “The voice inside my head keeps me from actually drifting off.”
“What is the voice saying right now?” The question came out of Gar’s mouth faster than he could register it but he couldn’t help himself. This is the first time you ever talked about your powers and he is curious.
Sighing, you closed your eyes and concentrated on the voice speaking inside your head. And after a few seconds of silence, Gar raised a brow when you just chuckled. “It says that you’re cute.”
“Well, at least it has good taste.” Gar smirked, the blush forming on your cheeks not going unnoticed by him. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He then asked, changing the subject. “Since neither of us are going back to sleep.”
“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, shifting in your seat as Gar lifted his head off your lap and stood up from the couch. “Alright, you go pick the movie and I’ll go get the snacks.”
Gar then jogged towards the kitchen as you stood up from the couch and walked over to the television stand, picking out your favorite movie. Once you put the disc in the DVD player and sat back down, Gar was already walking out of the kitchen with a box of Cheez-Its and two blue Gatorade bottles in his hands.
“Is that your famous white cheddar Cheez-Its?” You chuckled, smiling when Gar nodded his head and sat down beside you, putting a few into his mouth before holding out the box for you. “Sharing is caring, Y/N.”
“But you don’t share those with anyone though.” You reminded, remembering the time when you’ve seen Gar literally tackle Jason to the ground when seeing that he was eating his Cheez-Its.
“Can you just eat them?” Gar groaned, rolling his eyes playfully at you. “I noticed you barely ate your dinner tonight. You need to atleast eat something.”
You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the concern tone he had towards you. You didn’t even know he was watching you during dinner because most of the time you’ve seen him practically chow down his food.
“Alright, I will.” You held your hands up defensively before grabbing a few Cheez-Its and tossing them into your mouth. The movie then started and silence filled between you two as you both began to watch your favorite movie.
- - -
When morning arrived, Dick came into the living room, his eyes immediately landing on the couch where you and Gar both laying, asleep. Dick slowly stepped towards the couch, taking in the small details of what happened the previous night, seeing two empty Gatorade bottles on the floor along with a half-filled Cheez-Its box.
Dick also saw how a blanket was covering the both of you, your head resting against Gar’s chest as his arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him.
Dick knew it was going to take time for a girl like you, who’s been alone for most your life and suffered through so much to get used to being around other people and in an environment like this.
But he knew that if you had someone like Gar to help you along the way, it’ll make everything so much easier.
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Garfield “Gar” Logan or Beast Boy
He’s from the show “Titans” on the DC Universe streaming app and I just really love his character and there are hardly any oneshots, blurbs, headcanons, series, etc. on him.
The actor that plays this character is Ryan Potter, who’s an absolute babe.
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Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): some angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of violence, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: I’m sorry you guys that it’s taking a while for this series to be updated, it’s just that I’m about to start college so I’ve been preparing myself lately.
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You quite didn’t know how to feel about Peter at this moment. The rest of the entire bus trip to Prague was silent, but not an uncomfortable silence. You and Peter shared glances every now and then, your hearts fluttering each time your eyes met.
After about a few minutes from leaving the rest stop, you pulled your hand away from Peter’s, your heart aching at the sight of the frown on his lips but things couldn’t go back to the way it used to be right away. He hurt you, badly and you couldn’t just forgive him after all the pain you went through because of him.
When arriving at Prague, you and Peter both went your separate ways, you going with Betty to your room while Peter went to his with Ned. The room was gorgeous, two beds, big bathroom and a balcony with a beautiful view. You were nearly halfway done unpacking when Betty spoke up, asking you about the bus ride.
“So, what’s going on with you and Peter?” She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at you as you repeated her action but on your own bed. “You two sat next to each other for almost the entire bus ride here but hardly spoke.”
“I don’t know, Betty.” You sighed, running your hands frustratingly through your hair. “He apologized for how he was acting and-” you paused, not knowing if it was your place to tell her about you and Peter’s situation. After all, she is best friends with MJ. “He just had to tell me something, and he did. That’s all.”
“Well, apparently there’s been some fallout between him and MJ.” Betty informed, causing you stare at here with curiosity. She then continued when seeing your expression. “He took her to the Eiffel Tower last night and she thought he was going to tell her how he feels, but he didn’t. He just told her that he was happy that they’re friends.”
“Oh,” you glanced down at your lap where your hands were resting, playing with your fingers anxiously. “Yeah, and everyone thought he liked her. I mean, isn’t that why you guys broke up in the first place-” she then stopped when seeing the stare you were giving her, her eyes softening apologizetically. “Sorry, I am ramble on too much if someone doesn’t stop me.”
“It’s okay,” you replied softly, standing up from your bed and walking over to the dresser that held your clothes. “We’re going to the light festival tonight, right? What do you think I should wear?”
“Wear a dress.” Betty answered, “A short one but not too short, ya know? With all the lights shining on you, it’ll make it look like your a princess.”
“Good idea.” You smiled softly before pulling out the one dress you brought on this trip for any special occasions that happened. “What do you think of this?” You held your dress over your body, Betty’s eyes widening and a wide smile forming on her lips at the sight of it. “Oh my god, it’s gorgeous! You have to wear it!”
“I will!” You giggled at her reaction before grabbing your dress and makeup bag and headed towards the bathroom, beginning to get ready for tonight.
- - -
You had to admit, you were disappointed when finding out that you and your class weren’t going to light festival anymore and instead, were going to some sort of opera.
Stepping inside the auditorium, you immediately knew this opera wasn’t going to be any good when seeing that it was nearly empty except for a few elderly people that were sitting in the front rows.
While the rest of your class slowly walked over to their seats, you stayed behind with Peter who admired the beautiful artwork that was all over the building. “Hey,” you spoke up softly, standing beside him and your heart fluttering when seeing his eyes widen at the sight of you, obviously scanning your body.
“Wow, you—you look b-beautiful.” He stuttered, blush appearing on his cheeks. “Thank you,” you smiled, your eyes moving towards his dark gray backpack he had over his shoulder. “You have your suit with you?” You immediately knew what it meant when seeing Peter having his backpack with him during unnecessary times, such as the opera you guys were about to see.
“Yeah, just in case if something happens. Gotta be prepared.” Peter lied. He didn’t want to lie to you but he also didn’t want you to worry. “Do you want to sit t-together? If you don’t want to then I understand-”
“Sure.” You cut him off, smiling. “Great,” Peter grinned, a nervous laugh falling from his lips before clearing his throat and motioning his hands towards the isle. “After you, m’lady.” He smirked, bowing teasingly.
“Why, thank you.” You said back in a fake British accent, bowing back at him and making your way down isle with him following closely behind. You both took your seats on the fourth row, making yourselves sit alone as the rest of your class sat in the first three rows.
Just as the opera was about to start, Peter’s phone began to vibrate, catching both of your attentions. When he pulled it out, you couldn’t help but notice that he got a message from an unknown number saying “Parker, are you in position?”
“Who’s that?” You asked as Peter quietly stood up from his seat, quickly glancing around to make sure that none of your classmates or your teachers spotted him leave.
“I-I can’t tell you right now,” Peter replied, grabbing his backpack. But he then stopped when seeing the frown on your face, his hand out of instinct went over and grabbed yours, giving it a small squeeze. “But I promise, I’ll tell you everything once I get back. Okay?”
“Okay.” Was the only thing said, watching as Peter sneakily left the auditorium, your heart starting to beat anxiously and your mind fill with paranoid thoughts. Not long after he left, you couldn’t but notice Ned, Betty, and MJ also leave. You tried to get up from your seat to follow them but of course with your luck, Mr. Dell had to see you, only you try to leave. “Y/N, what are you doing? Sit down. The play is about to start.”
“Actually, it’s an opera-” Mr. Harrington began to correct but stopped when Mr. Dell just glared back at him.
Sighing out of defeat and annoyance, you sank back down into your seat and watched the opera as it began. Alone. You had nothing to worry about, right?
- - -
You definitely had something to worry about. According to Ned, another one those monsters that attacked Venice also attacked the light festival while you and your class were stuck in the opera house.
When Ned told you all that happened and how Peter was fighting that monster, worry filled your core as your mind began to fill with millions of different paranoid and negatives thoughts. It definitely didn’t make it any easier when now it was two in the morning and you still haven’t seen Peter since the opera house.
You were pacing around in your room, biting your nails anxiously as you waited for him to show up. He’s suppose to come to your room, he said that he was going to tell you everything after he’s done.
The sound of the door next to your room opening caught your attention. You sprinted towards your door and yanked it open, expecting to see Peter but only seeing Ned just about to enter his room. “Oh hey, Ned.” You smiled politely, even though really you were disappointed that it wasn’t Peter. “I thought you were Peter.”
“If you’re looking for him, he just went out for a walk with MJ.” You felt your heart sink at his words, the breath in your throat getting stuck as you tried to form your own. “H-He’s out with MJ?”
“Yeah,” Ned nodded. “They both seemed kinda nervous when they were leaving, I mean I understand, they literally just became a couple last night.”
You winced, remembering what Peter said to you on the bus. He lied to Ned. He isn’t with MJ. He isn’t with MJ. Those words kept repeating in your head, trying to calm you down. But you still couldn’t help but wonder, what if Peter was lying to you?
“Just, can you tell Peter to see me when he gets back from his.....walk, please?” You asked, recieving a nod from Ned before going back into your room and closing the door behind him.
It was probably another half an hour until you heard talking on the other side of your room’s wall, the wall that was also part of MJ’s room. With curiosity, you walked over and pressed your ear against the wall, your heart leaping in your chest at the sound of Peter’s voice, and not in a good way.
Without thinking, you shot up from your bed and left your room. You were tired of this entire situation you’re in with Peter and you needed answers. You needed to know what was going on. You needed to know what was really happening between him and MJ. And you needed to know if there was anything going to happen between you and Peter.
But when barging into MJ’s room without knocking, you didn’t expect to see Peter standing in nothing but his boxers in front of her.
“Wait, Y/N this isn’t what it looks like-”
You slammed the door shut.
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Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): angst, some fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: Just a heads up to let you all that I changed the entire ‘bus trip to Venice’ scene to fit this story.
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“I don’t feel like talking to you right now, Brad.” Peter shook his head, rolling his eyes. He then tried to walk away but was pulled back harshly when Brad’s hand latched onto his wrist. “No, we’re talking.”
Peter sighed, annoyed as Brad pulled him over to the corner of the store where none of their classmates were at. “What’s the deal with you being such an ass to Y/N? She didn’t anything wrong.”
She slept with you, Peter’s mind thought. And it was like Brad knew what he was thinking about because he then said, “Me and Y/N didn’t have sex last night.”
“W-What?” Peter froze, his eyes widening. “Why do you t-think I care? I don’t care-”
“Dude, don’t even try.” Brad shook his head, an unamused expression shown on his face. “The look on your face when you saw her leaving the bathroom gave it away. And I’m telling you again, nothing happened between me and Y/N.”
“We’re not together anymore,” Peter exclaimed, and for the first time it pained me to actually say that. “So, I don’t really care if there’s stuff actually going on between you two.” He lied, of course he cared. He didn’t want Brad to be with you, even though you deserved so so much better than him.
“Can I just explain what happened last night before you go judging her, please?” Peter nodded his head, allowing Brad to speak.
Brad just recently got done showering when he heard someone knocking on his hotel room’s door. He quickly changed into his pajamas before jogging over to it, opening it and seeing Betty standing on the other side. “Hey Brad,” the small blonde greeted, smiling. “I’m about to head out with Ned, do you think you could stay with Y/N until I get back? She’s really upset about the whole Peter and MJ situation.”
“Yeah, sure.” Brad nodded, smiling before stepping out of his room and closing the door behind him. He followed Betty to your guys’ room, stepping inside when she opened the door for him with her room card. “I’ll be back in about two hours.” She stated, giving him one last smile before closing the door.
“Betty, is that you?” Your voice rang from the bathroom, the sound of shower turning off filling Brad’s ears. “No, it’s Brad.” He shouted back, sitting down on the couch that was by the balcony window.
“Can you please hand me my pajamas?” You asked, cracking the door slightly open to where he could only see your face. “It’s on my bed.”
You watched as Brad only nodded his head and walked over to your bed, grabbing your pajamas and quickly handing it to you. You mumbled a soft “thank you” before closing door and beginning to change.
The sound of someone suddenly knocking on your door then caught Brad’s attention. Without hesitation, he walked over and opened it, seeing none other than a wide-eyed Peter standing in front of him with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“-and that’s when she came out of the bathroom.” Brad finished, crossing his arms over his chest. Peter just closed his eyes, cursing himself inside his head for being so stupid. “So, nothing happened between you guys?” He asked again, wanting to be sure.
“No!” Brad exclaimed, his eyes full of annoyance. “Well, except for the plane.” He quickly corrected.
“I need to go talk to her.” Peter said, recieving a nod from Brad that read ‘yeah, no kidding’. “And Brad,” Peter paused just as he was about to walk away. “Thanks.”
“No problem, Parker.” He smiled back before heading back to where the rest of your class was. Peter walked over to the bathrooms, remembering that was the last place he saw you before Brad pulled him to the side. And just as he was about knock on the women’s door, Mr. Harrington suddenly appeared next to him and patted him on the shoulder. “Alright everyone, back to the bus!”
Peter opened his mouth to argue but Mr. Harrington was already pushing him back onto the bus and into his own seat. Peter’s eyes immediately went towards the entrance of the bus the moment you stepped on. His heart instantly ached when he took in the features of your bloodshot eyes and the bags underneath. I did that to her, his mind thought.
“Y/N,” he spoke up, causing your heart and yourself stop in the middle of the isle. “Can we talk, please?”
Without saying anything you sat down beside him, playing with your hands nervously, refusing to let your eyes meet his. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “For being an asshole to you, treating you like trash when you don’t deserve it-”
“It’s okay.” You cut him off, which just caused Peter to shake his head, sighing. “It’s not okay. I had absolutely no right to be mad at you, to treat you like that. I was the one who broke up with you. I’m the one that ended our relationship.”
You nodded your head, not knowing what else to say. An uncomfortable silence then filled between you two for half an hour until you spoke up and asked the one thing that has been eating up your mind since Paris. “How are you and MJ?”
Peter lifted his head up from his phone to face you, your eyes meeting and causing both of your hearts to flutter inside your chests. “Ned told me that you took her to the Eiffel Tower last night and told her you feel about her-”
“I lied!” He quickly cut you off, his eyes wide. He didn’t want you to think there was something going on between him and MJ, because there wasn’t, not anymore. “I didn’t tell MJ how I feel about her.”
“Why didn’t you?” The question came out of your mouth faster than you could register it. But you couldn’t help it, your curiosity was killing you.
“I couldn’t.” He simply answered, and just from those two words, your heart was sent into overdrive. Because from all the years of knowing Peter and learning his different kinds of tones, you knew those two words had a deeper meaning. And that’s when you knew, he didn’t tell MJ how he felt because he was too nervous to do it. He just couldn’t.
“Oh,” was all you could say as you glanced down at your lap where your hands we’re currently resting.
Through most of the trip, you felt his hand occasionally brush against yours, feeling your heart flutter each time. And for the first time in eight months you let your hand slip into his, in which his fingers lace together with yours, squeezing it softly.
It was a start.
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Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): whole lotta heartbreaking angst, tiny hints of fluff if you squint, swearing, implications of sex, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
IMPORTANT Author’s Note: Would you guys read my upcoming Peter Parker series if it was with a Male!OC instead of a Female!OC? Because I got a really good idea coming and I don’t want to do it if no one is going to read it.
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“Mr. Harrington,” Betty called out for your guys’ teacher as you and the rest of your class piled into the black bus that was waiting outside your hotel, the driver standing beside it holding a sign that had Midtown High written on it. “Why are we going to Prague? We’re suppose to be heading to London right now?”
“We got our trip upgraded, Betty.” Mr. Harrington answered, flashing a polite smile at the driver but dropping it instantly when the man just huffed and stared blankly back at him. “London is overrated anyway. Prague is where it’s all at.”
As you stepped inside the bus with Betty, you were unaware of Peter’s eyes watching you, filled with nothing but anger and heartache. “I wonder why our trip got changed last minute?” Ned wondered out loud, appearing next to Peter.
“It was Nick Fury.” Peter answered, his eyes never leaving your figure as he watched you through the bus’s window. “What?” Ned’s eyes widened, his mouth gaped open from shock. “You’re talking to N-Nick Fury?”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded, finally tearing his eyes away from you to face his friend. “He showed up in our hotel room in Venice and asked me to help him with those monsters but I said no.” Peter explained, shrugging his shoulders when Ned just stared at him and said nothing back. “I want to enjoy my summer vacation, not save the world. Nick Fury will be fine without me. He has Beck—that Mysterio guy.” Peter quickly corrected when he saw Ned raise a brow at him.
“But he then called me last night saying that they needed me in Prague, but then I told him that I’m with my class in Paris right now and are about to go to London after. And now,” Peter added, nodding his head towards the black bus. “We’re going to Prague...” Ned finished, putting the pieces together.
“Peter! Ned!” Mr. Dell, their other teacher yelled out for them from the bus, “What are you two still doing out there? Get on the bus!”
The two teens listened to their teacher and stepped inside the large vehicle, both sitting down beside each other near the front and soon the bus began to move. “So,” Ned spoke up, “How did it go on the Eiffel Tower with MJ last night? Did you finally tell her how you feel?”
Peter felt his heart leap in his chest at his questioned, his fingers anxiously tapping against knee as he nodded his head. “Yeah,” Peter nibbled on his bottom lip, “It—It went great. Everything went a-according to plan.”
“So are you two together then? Why aren’t sitting with her?” Ned asked while pulling out a bag of chips from his backpack and opening it. “We’re taking things s-slow.”
“Hey,” Peter and Ned whipped their heads towards the isle of bus, their eyes landing you who were standing beside their seats. Peter felt his breath get stuck in his throat at the sight of you, his heart aching when your eyes met. “Ned, do you think we can switch seats for a minute? I really need to talk to Peter for a second.”
“Can we not?” Peter didn’t mean for his words to come out so harsh, and it pained him to see the hurt expression on your face but he really didn’t want to talk to you, especially after what he saw last night. “I’m really tired so I’m gonna get sleep.”
“Oh,” you frowned, your hands resting in front you as you played with your fingers nervously. “Okay. See you later then?” You asked, feeling your heart sink in your chest when he just nodded.
Once you were gone Ned instantly smacked Peter hard on his shoulder, his eyes full of confusion and disappointment. “Dude, what was that?” He questioned, his lips slightly parted. “This whole time you wanted you two to at least be friends but now, when she is the one that confronts you this time, you don’t want anything to do with her? What happened between you two? I know you’ve been talking to each other lately.”
“Just d-drop it, Ned.” Peter tried to hide the crack in his voice but failed, receiving a concerned look from Ned. Ned wanted to ask him what’s wrong but when seeing the heartbroken expression on his friend’s face he decided not to, leaving him alone.
Peter leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep but ended up being drawn back to see the events of what happened the previous night.
After the Pont des Arts, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell decided to allow their students to do whenever they want for the rest of the day until they have to leave for London - not knowing that they were going to be transferred to Prague instead in just a couple of hours. You decided to just head back to the hotel, wanting to forget about your little outbreak at the bridge. But Peter had other plans.
He was going to ask MJ to go to the Eiffel Tower with him and finally tell her how he feels about her. And his plan was going well, everything was going great. Until they actually got up to the top, and then it all went down hill. Peter couldn't get his words out and his mind always seemed to focus back on you. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop thinking about you.
“Peter?” MJ’s voice tore him out his thoughts, his wide eyes staring at her concerned ones. “Are you okay? You haven't really said anything since we came up here.”
“Y-Yeah,” Peter nodded, swallowing the lump that was building up in his throat. “I’m fine, just a little scared of heights.” He lied, shoving his hand into his pocket and feeling his fingers graze over the Black Dahlia necklace inside.
“We can go back down if you want?” MJ suggested, pointing her thumb back towards the elevator but Peter quickly shook his head before she had the chance to walk away, his hand reaching over and grabbing hers. “No! I’m okay, really.” He reassured, pulling her back by the railing beside him, dropping his hand that held onto hers to his side. “I just want to t-talk to you about something.”
“Okay, what is it?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Peter opened his mouth, trying to put his words together as his hand went back into his pocket and grabbed the Black Dahlia necklace, not pulling it out yet. “MJ, I really-” He felt himself pause, his grip on the necklace tightening as his mind began to rethink of you. Images of your bright smile, the sound of your cheerful laugh, and your captivating eyes filling his head, making his heart leap in his chest and feel something he hasn't felt for you for a long time. Love.
“I”m really happy we’re friends.” He smiled, loosening his death grip on the piece of jewelry and pulling his hand out of his pocket, leaving it in there. “I don't know what I’d do without you.”
“I’m glad we’re friends too.” MJ mirrored his smile, nibbling on her bottom lip as an awkward atmosphere came between the two. “Do you want to head back now?”
“Sure,” Peter nodded, following her as they went back towards the elevator, nothing but silence between them as they took it down back to the surface. Peter knew he should feel terrible for leading MJ on, but he couldn't. His mind was too focus on what he was going to do to win you back. That’s all his mind was going on about as he and MJ both headed back to the hotel.
And after much pacing around anxiously and making multiple different plans, Peter finally had the perfect one - or so he thought. Peter was standing in front of your hotel room’s door, knocking on it with his fist while his other hand held a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Peter let his plan run through his mind one more time as he waited for you to answer the door, his hands beginning to tremble out of nervousness.
Peter couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous around you. You were just you. The girl he has known for most of his life and was lucky enough to fall in love with. But you were also the girl he stupidly broke up with because of feelings he thought he had for someone else. Ending things with you was one of the worst mistakes he has ever made. He just hoped everything would work out. He was going to give you your favorite flowers, ask to go on a walk with you and get something to eat at one of the fancy restaurants that were along the boardwalk-
“Hey Parker,” Peter felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach at the sight of none other than Brad Davis standing in your doorway, his hair wet and his skin glistening, looking like he just came out of the shower. “What’s up?”
Before Peter could say anything his eyes then drifted behind Brad, seeing you then stepping out of the bathroom with a white towel in your hands and your hair--also wet. “Brad, who’s at the door?” You asked, drying off your hair with your towel. When you turned towards the door you felt your heart stop when your eyes met Peter’s who was staring back at you.
“P-Peter, what are you-” Peter dropped the bouquet of flowers onto the ground and practically ran away, leaving you and Brad both standing there stunned. Taking in on how you both looked right now, you then realized on how bad it looked in Peter’s eyes. “Oh shit...”
Peter couldn't tear his eyes away from you as he watched you walk around the small store that the bus took a pit stop at so that it could refill on gas. He wanted to go up and talk to you but the image of you and Brad together, both recently coming out of the shower continued flash through his mind repeatedly, making his blood boil and his heart ache at the same time.
He quickly tore his eyes away from you when he saw you suddenly glance back him, frowning when you noticed him trying everything in his power to not look at you. “Hey,” Betty suddenly appeared next to you, a concerned expression clear on her face. “You okay? You were awfully quiet on the whole bus ride here.”
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” You tried to lie, but the crack in your voice and tears swelling up in your eyes instantly gave it away. “No,” you then shook your head, feeling a couple tears slide down your cheeks. “No, I’m not okay.”
Once he knew you weren't looking at him, Peter glanced back up at you, watching as Betty walked you to one of the bathrooms, worry immediately filling his veins when he noticed your teary eyes. Just as he was about to follow you two and ask what’s wrong, someone called his name, the voice of that someone causing his worried expression to drop into an annoyed one and his hands clench into fists.
“What do you want, Brad?” Peter asked, his voice laced with many different negative tones as he turned to face him, glaring at his classmate who mirrored his expression.
“We need to talk about you being a complete dumbass.”
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Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): angst, fluffy flashbacks, swearing, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
Author’s Note: I’m terribly sorry that my updates have been slow lately. I’m currently away for my cousin’s wedding and I’m the maid of honor so I’ve been really busy. I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.
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The moment you found out what was on the itinerary for the class trip to Paris you lost all of your energy on wanting to go. And you tried everything, like everything you could think of but nothing worked. You tried faking that you were sick but the whole “you don’t have a fever so you’re fine,” thing happened with Mr. Harrington so that plan was ruined.
So there you were, walking through the same city you used to think was beautiful but now found horrifying, filled with memories that you tried so hard to forget but know you never can.
The memories were like deep cuts to you, wounds that you’ve tried to stitch shut for so long but always end up opening up all over again.
“Hey,” you were suddenly torn out of your thoughts at the sound of Brad’s voice, seeing him appear next to you as you and the rest of your class stepped out of the very long train, all exhausted from the ten hour journey. “You doing alright? I couldn’t help but notice that you sat by yourself the entire ride here.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded, smiling reassuringly. “Just wanted to be alone, that’s all.” You and Brad stayed near the back of your class as you all made your way towards the train station’s exit and stood by the bus stop. “Why? Did you want to sit next me? You seemed pretty comfortable next to Flash.” You teased, smirking when Brad playfully rolled his eyes.
“Oh please,” Brad scoffed, “I love the guy and all, but he never knows how to stop talking. I swear I thought my mind was going to explode if I heard him say something about Spider-Man one more time. Plus,” he paused, letting his hand slightly brush against yours. “I would’ve rather sat next to you but Flash already pulled me down with him and I didn’t want to be rude-”
“Brad,” your hand grabbed onto his bicep, cutting him off. “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself. Like I said, I wanted to be alone.”
“Alright, just wanted to make sure.” Brad smiled, relieved that you weren’t upset with him. “So, what are you most excited for to see in Paris?” He asked, picking up his bag that was resting on the floor against his leg when the large bus meant for your class pulled up in front of you guys. “I really want to go to the Eiffel Tower.”
Peter wants to take MJ there, you felt your heart stop at the sudden reminder, remembering when you accidentally overheard Peter tell Ned his entire plan on confessing his feelings to MJ on the plane ride to Venice. Brad couldn’t help but notice the softened expression on your face, immediately feeling guilty when realizing what he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” He frowned, “I heard from Betty about Peter’s plan-”
“It’s okay,” you interrupted him, putting on your fakest smile. “You don’t need to keep apologizing for stuff that isn’t your fault.” You gave his bicep a small, reassuring squeeze. “And I’m not really excited for anything. I’ve seen pretty much everything the last I came here.”
“Oh that’s right, you came here with-” he paused, smiling sympathetically. “Sorry, again.”
You rolled your eyes playfully as you gently pushed past him to step onto the bus where the rest of your class were already at. You then sat down on one of the empty seats, Brad sitting beside you, both of you sharing quick smiles before he pulled out his own pair of earphones and began to listen to his music.
You didn’t realize how long you kept your gaze on Brad until you heard him clear his throat, staring at you with a small smirk on his lips. “Is there something on my face or you just enjoy staring at me?”
“W-What?” You froze, your eyes wide and your cheeks turning bright pink from embarrassment. “N-No, there’s nothing on your face, and I don’t like s-staring at you.” You stuttered, shaking your head.
“Whatever you say, sweet cheeks.” He chuckled, returning his attention back towards his phone. “Sweet cheeks?” You questioned, feeling your cheeks become even more brighter and your heart flutter at his nickname for you. “What?” Brad shrugged, heat also traveling up his neck and up to his face. “Whenever you blush your cheeks remind me of my favorite candy, Strawberry Taffy, and they’re sweet. Sweet cheeks.”
“You’re an idiot.” You giggled, shaking your head as you pulled out your book from your backpack and began to read it, unaware of the pair of brown eyes that belonged to none other than Peter Parker, who watched and heard the entire conversation between you and Brad, can’t help but feeling his heart beat anxiously at the sight of you two.
But the longer he stared at you the more he get his heart beat slowly turn from anxious to warmth when his eyes then traveled down to your chest - not pervertedly - and landed on the Red Dragon necklace that he got for you, resting on your chest.
- - -
After you and your entire class got to the hotel and settled in, everyone was now walking around the city, following Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell as they led you all to the first destination on your guys’ itinerary.
“Where are we going anyway?” Brad asked, who was walking beside you near the back of the class, sweat beading on his forehead from the heat and exhaustion. “We’ve been walking for nearly two hours. Mr. Harrington,” Brad called out for your guys’ teacher. “Are we almost there?”
“Don’t worry, Brad,” Mr. Harrington replied, glancing back towards his student before returning his gaze back to the city map he held in his hands. “The Pont des Arts is just on the other side of the block.”
“Pont does Arts?” You questioned, feeling yourself freeze in your spot and your heart stop at the mention of the one place you completely despised. The one place that made your mind get consumed by what used to be heartfelt memories but was now replaced by dark, empty ones. “W-We’re going there?”
Peter was the first to notice your frozen state, concern and worry immediately filling his veins but before he could get the chance to confront and comfort you, Brad beat him to it.
“Hey, you okay?” You felt Brad’s hand on your arm, shaking you back to reality, turning to face him and see concern clear in his eyes. “Y-Yeah,” you lied, shaking your head, trying to hide the crack in your voice as the memories you’ve tried so hard to forget began to resurface in your mind and remind you of all the times your heart used to be bright. “I-I’m fine.”
You were there, standing on the Pont does Arts, or what others know it as the “Lock Bridge”, admiring the many different locks, both old and brand new. You found them all beautiful and unique in their own way. But you couldn’t help but wonder, how many of these loves actually lasted?
You didn’t realize how focused you were on them until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, a chin resting on your shoulder. “Hello, pretty lady.” You smiled at the sound of Peter’s low voice in your ear, your knees going weak when he pressed a soft kiss against your neck. “Hey, handsome.” You blushed, placing your hands over his, feeling your heart flutter at his delicate touch.
“I got us something.” Peter said, causing you to turn to face him and see him dig for something in his front pocket. “Oh my god,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hands when saw him pull out a simple lock, your initials along with his written on it with marker. “Are you sure? We’ve only been dating for a year-”
“-and three months and six days exactly,” Peter finished, grinned widely and nodding his head. “Of course I’m sure. Are you okay with this?”
“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, your smile getting even more bigger when Peter leaned down and pressed a quick, passionate kiss against your lips. Peter then grabbed your hand pulled you down with him, the both of your kneeling in front of the railing where dozens of different locks already were.
You watched as Peter slowly unlocked your guys’ copper colored lock and attached it to the metal railing. You then felt his hand slip into yours and gave it a small squeeze as the two of you stood back up onto your feet and stared at your guys’ shared lock. “It’s perfect.” You smiled, standing up on your tip toes and pressing a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek. “I love you so much, Peter Parker.”
Peter swore he never felt his heart beat so hard before from your words. Yes, you’ve told each other “I love you” before but right now, in this moment, the two of you being in the City of Love and practically sealing your love for each other, that’s when Peter knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.
“I love you with all my heart, Y/N L/N.”
It’s was like going through the worst pain you have ever felt all over again but this time, it’s a hundred times worse. There were you, standing on the Pont des Art with the rest of your class, staring at the lock that you and Peter left nearly a year ago—when your relationship was strong and where you thought you would be with him forever. Oh, how wrong you were.
You tore your gaze away from the now slightly dirty lock and turned to face where your class was, seeing them also admiring all the different locks that covered the bridge, your heart clenching in your chest when seeing Peter and MJ standing beside each other very closely, their hands brushing against each other every now and then, both checking out the same lock. You then felt your eyes drift off towards a medium-size rock that was on the ground and it was like all the pent up anger and heartache you’ve kept locked away took over and finally exploded, because next you knew you were bashing the rock against you and Peter’s lock, completely unaware of the confused and concerned stares you were recieving from your classmates.
Thoughts of all the nights you spent crying over Peter, every date he missed without an excuse, every text and call that was forgotten, every day you wondered what caused your what used to be strong relationship with him to collapse consumed your mind and fueled your anger, making you bash the rock onto the lock harder and harder until it finally broke and the sound of it clattering onto floor breaking you from your strance, your breathing heavy and your eyes filled with tears.
No words came out of your mouth, only tears streaming down your face as you stared at your class before walking away, ignoring the calls you were getting from your teachers and Brad. All you wanted was to be alone.
As the rest of your class left the Pont des Arts, Peter decided to stay behind, curious to see what you were so aggressive towards. But when seeing the lock you two left behind almost a year ago—or six if he was being specific because of the “blip”, Peter swore he could feel his heart ache inside his chest and drop into the pit of his stomach.
The lock was broken, just like your guys’ love for each other.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Let me know if you want to be part of this series taglist or my permanent one.
Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): angst, swearing, mentions of sex, Far From Home spoilers
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.
Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle
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The argument Peter had with you was still running through his mind, his hands clenching into fists as his blood began to boil. He swore he never felt himself get this angry and frustrated before but now here he was, cursing internally as he gripped on his brown curls tightly.
Well the Peter I knew wouldn't have hurt me like you have. Your words echoed inside his head, scoffing when he opened him and Ned’s shared hotel room’s door and stepped inside. Its wasn't like he purposely meant to hurt you, and he can't help his feelings, he can’t control them they just develop. But there was a part of him that blamed himself for that argument, he was technically the reason it started in the first place. He shouldn't have been nosy but he couldn't help himself, the sight of a hickey on your chest, one that he didn't leave was weird. But you two weren't together anymore and he had to accept that. Hell, he was the reason for your relationship ending. He just didn't why seeing you, picturing you with Brad made him all.....angry.
He knew that since you two weren't together anymore it would only be a matter of time before you found someone else, but he didn't know why it bothered him so much. He likes MJ, like really likes her. He just had to accept the fact that you’d be--Brad’s and hopefully MJ will be his-
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Spider-Man.” Peter froze in his spot at the sudden mysterious voice, turning his head to see none of than Nick Fury sitting in the corner of his room, his single eye staring him down.
“You’re Nick Fury.” Peter spoke, his voice low as he stared at him with wide-eyes, closing the door softly. “W-What are you doing in my hotel room?”
“Go put your suit,” was the only thing Fury said before standing up from where he was seating, causing Peter to tilt his head up to meet his eye level. “We need to talk.”
- - -
Why? Peter leaned against the side of the hotel’s building, his hands and feet stuck to wall as he closed his eyes, sighing. Why did Nick Fury have to sabotage my summer vacation? Why do I have to save the world? Why me?
After taking a few calming breaths, Peter continued climbing up the wall of the building until he got to his hotel room’s window. And just as he was about to climb through it, he couldn’t help but spot a familiar face through his lenses standing up on the roof. You. Peter could immediately notice the redness in your eyes, meaning that you were recently crying.
It’s all your fault she’s like this, his mind reminded him as he began to feel guilt eat him all over again. You're the reason she is crying.
Peter just...watched as you stood there, staring into the distance of the beautiful city. As he stayed there, stuck against the wall, Peter found himself slowly climbing his way up past his room’s window to you. But just as he was about to appear in front of you, a male’s voice was then heard, a voice that made Peter’s blood instantly boil, belonging to none other than Brad Davis.
“Hey,” you whipped your head away from the view of the breathtaking city to face whoever spoke, cracking a small smile at the sight of Brad who was standing by the doorway of the rooftop’s entrance. “Hey,” you greeted back, returning your attention back to the city as Brad walked over and stood next to you. “Betty told me you were up here. You okay?”
Peter could feel himself getting even more angry at the sound of Brad’s caring voice. Why was he so concerned about you? He doesn't even know you. Peter knew he shouldn't be listening in your guys’ conversation but he couldn't help himself. He could hear his inner self telling him, yelling at him to go back to his room and sleep but his curiosity got the better of him so he stayed, and listened to everything.
“I’m fine,” you just shrugged, feeling yourself frown. “Me and Peter just had some stupid fight that’s all.”
“Oh,” Brad nodded, leaning his body forward and resting his arms on the railing. “What did you guys fight about? If you don't mind me asking.” You turned to face him, not answering, and when Brad saw you raise your brows he knew, smirking. “Oh, never mind.”
“Yeah,” you sighed, also leaning forward against the railing. “The entire argument was just so stupid.” You let out an exasperated groan, running your hands frustrating through your hair. “He had no right to get angry about you and I sleeping together-”
“We actually didn’t sleep together.” Brad quickly corrected, chuckling at the unimpressed look he got from you. “You know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes, “He was the one that ended things with me, not the other way around. And he’s here, on this trip trying to get with the girl he broke up with me for but gets angry when I try to move on. It’s just not fair.”
“Do you hate him?” Brad asked after a brief silence that filled between you two. Peter could feel his heart stop and drop into the pit of his stomach at Brad’s question, his mind filled with many different negative thoughts. Did you hate him? Peter wanted to climb back down and into his room, not wanting to hear your answer but he couldn't, he needed to know if you did.
“I want to.” You answered honestly, feeling the invisible weights lift off your shoulders. “I really really want to but I can’t.” You shook your head, feeling tears prick your eyes. “No matter how bad Peter hurts me I can never hate him. He’s done so much for me, more than anyone has ever had. And after everything he’s been through-” your mind drifting towards everything that Peter suffered through for the past eight months. Coming back after missing for five years and losing Tony Stark just after, the man that took him under his guidance and became the only father figure he had left in his life. “-he deserves happiness.” You voice cracked.
“Even if that means sacrificing your own?” Brad asked, frowning when you just nodded your head, refusing to say anything because you knew that the moment you opened your mouth you would break down. “Hey, come here.” Brad opened his arms, and when you fell in them that’s when you let the sobs fall from your lips. “I just really miss him.” You cried out, shoving your face into his hard chest. “I love him.”
“Hey,” Brad soothingly rubbed his hands up and down your back, resting his cheek on top of your head as he swayed comfortingly back and forth with you. “It’ll get better, I promise. And remember what I said back on the plane?” He asked, smiling softly as you nodded your head, wiping the tears that stained your cheeks. “Parker’s a dumbass for letting a girl as wonderful and beautiful as you go. Don't worry, you’ll find someone way better than him that actually truly deserves you.”
Peter didn't know he was also crying until he felt his tears soak through his mask and drop onto his arm. Fuck, Peter cursed, banging his head repeatedly against the brick wall as he continued to swear at himself. Peter could feel guilty sobs slowly build up in his throat but quickly swallowed them down, not wanting to catch your guys’ attention. Just as he was about to swing off and away from this conversation an idea then popped up in his head, hoping that it’ll help or least start to make up for all the horrible things he’s done to you.
No one’s better than Peter, your mind instantly said. “We should head back.” Brad nodded towards the rooftop’s door, “We need to start packing again for our trip to Paris tomorrow morning.”
“I’m gonna stay here a little longer,” You said, pointing at the ground. “Are you going to be okay?” Brad asked, receiving a nod from you. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just want to enjoy the view for a little bit.”
You watched as Brad nodded before heading towards the roof’s exit. And when he was out of your sight, you then heard some sort of shuffling behind you, causing you to whip your head around. You could then feel yourself smile and your heart flutter inside your chest at the sight of the Red Dragon necklace resting on the railing in front of you. But as you grabbed the piece of jewelry and held it in your hands, one thought ran through your mind.
Did Peter just hear everything you said about him?
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