Young God (Peter Parker x Reader)
First of all, I was really happy when I got this request because I LOVE Halsey so much! But I need to warn you, this may not be my best because it’s my first time writing an imagine based on a song, I tried my best.
Also I want to thank @spoderfic for her help, giving me tips on writing an imagine like this!
Request: Hi! I love your imagines! Could you possibly do an imagine for Peter Parker based around the song “Young God” by Halsey? I love the song so much, and Halsey is such a queen ahh❤️ plus Peter with this song would make me sob with happiness. It’s okay if you don’t want too!
Warnings: Depression, not smut but like a little smut haha
Word Count: 977
A/N: Ok, I tried something, REALLY different. I don’t know if this is good or bad but since it’s a Halsey song, I think it must have been like this (like dramatic, emotional and stuff) :D Also, I needed to change Peter’s personality a bit because the guy in the song is different than Peter. (I really wished I could write the reader’s feelings better since I constantly feel confused and depressed but I can’t even express my own feelings so I tried my best)
“And I’ve been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool, for a while now. Drowning my thoughts out with the sounds.”
You were there again. No matter what happened, you always ended up there. You would stay there for hours rethinking about what you did. Being inside the water, wasn’t the thing that drowned you every time, it was your thoughts. They kept running in your head, haunting you. You would be trapped inside them, they would draw you inside their darkness. You used to swim to clear up your mind, now even it wasn’t working anymore. You thought there were no escapes. You got out of the pool, reached to your towel, water dripping from the tips of your hair. You threw the towel back to the lounge, checked your phone and decided to call Peter, your best friend. It was time to tell Peter about why you kept disappearing on Sunday afternoons. The only sound came from the phone ringing, there was no one left near the pool, it was about to be closed soon. The sun was setting and the sky was red. He opened: “Hey Y/N! What’s up?” His voice was calm, he sounded like he just woke up from a nap.
“Peter, I need to tell you something.” You whispered.
“What is it? Are you okay?” His voice was getting normal because he started to get worried about you. You couldn’t talk for a second, you tried but no sound came out of your mouth. When you did, you were already crying: “I-I’m not okay.” You were sobbing, Peter didn’t say anything for a while. “Hey, hey calm down okay? Tell me where you are and I’ll be there as soon as I can, I already left the house.” You tried to tell the pool’s address between your tears he hung up the phone. When you put down your phone you already regretted what you did, dragging him into your world. Sure, he was already your best friend but it would be too dangerous to tell him about your thoughts, making him feel the way you already do. But you had no choice, water wasn’t calming anymore, it was drowning you just like your thoughts did.
When he arrived he saw you sitting on the edge of the lounge. He sat next you. You didn’t even move because you were too weak to move anymore. “I came here as soon as I could. Are you okay? What happened? Did someone touch you, or said something?” He was talking too fast.
You sighed and told him everything. How broken you were, how tired you were, how alone you felt. He kept telling you he was there for you. No matter what happens, he wouldn’t leave you. You knew it, you trusted him. Everyone had left you but Peter was always there. He never left you, you were sure he wouldn’t. That second, you felt relieved, because you realized Peter was the one who saved you. You have never realized it before but you loved and trusted Peter more than anything else.
“He says, Oh, baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legends. I’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven. If there’s a light at the end, it’s just the sun in your eyes. I know you wanna go to heaven but you’re human tonight. Oh baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges, I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon. There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs, and if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight"
“Hey we should go now. It’s getting cold and you are shaking. Let’s go inside and you change your clothes I’ll wait for you.” He sighed. He seemed like he was really upset but was trying to cover it.
You both went into your hotel room. “Peter, are you okay? Please don’t tell me you are because you don’t seem okay.” You frowned. He was playing with his fingers and staring at them like it was the first time he realized he had fingers.
“I-I don’t want to confuse you, you already have so much in your mind.” He mumbled. You came closer to him and lifted his head up to make him face you. “ I care about you Peter, I’m your best friend. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You just said what is wrong.” He whispered. You immediately understood what he meant. You pulled your hand off his jaw and looked down to your feet. “Peter I-“
You were cut off by his lips meeting yours. You were shocked but the second his lips touched yours, you knew you needed him too. You were sick of being used and being alone, you understood all you needed was Peter. He held your hips and you wrapped your arms around him and he carried you to the bed. The moment you were under him, he broke the kiss. “I-I’m sorry I don’t know what happened, I just wanted to be with you so much I-“
“Peter it’s okay. I want this too.” He immediately kissed you again. Feeling his breath and lips brushing your neck softly, his hands gripping you gently, his body nearly touching yours, you felt like you were stumbling through heaven, ironically, he was making you feel alive. His tongue touching your lips and mouth made you feel weak, in a good way. You handed yourself over to him, he was the king now. You stopped fighting for dominance and let yourself go.
He lifted his head to face you stared into your eyes for a long time: “Why?… Why are you looking into my eyes?” you asked breathlessly. “It just makes me happy. Seeing them shining like the sun when you look at me.” He whispered.