#60 “Well that’s just great.” #59 “It’s all your fault!” #64 “Time changes people.” #16 “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” #34 “I made a mistake.” #72 “I’m sorry.” and #66 “You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”
I know it’s a lot of prompts, but you just have to trust me.
The song also influenced the title of the imagine.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Description: You and Peter used to be the best of friends, but over time you two became what is known as “frenemies.” You two just didn’t get along anymore, so when you two were put into detention, things got a bit heated. After that day in detention Peter wanted to make things right with you again. You two had an intense argument, which only lead to more heartache. You stormed off, as did Peter. Hours later you decided to give him another chance, you followed him to where he was, only the outcome was something you both never expected.
Warnings: Light swearing, sad
Word Count: 3,022
A/N: So I know this imagine is really wordy, but it all ties together I promise. Also, I don’t know why but I’m really into writing such sad imagines right now, it might be because I don’t see many on Tumblr, so I’m here to provide a different point of view to a story. I really tried to make it realistic to the movie and just life in general. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Side Note: I cried while writing the ending. You’ve been warned.
The one place every teenager wishes they could escape from.
You were one of those teenagers.
Mainly because it was 3:00pm and you were still at school, sitting in detention.
Usually at this time you would be at home, eating some kind of snack and relaxing on the couch.
But no, you were here, and not able to leave for another whole hour.
“Well that’s just great.” You muttered to yourself, seeing your detention teacher fall asleep at his desk.
Even he was that bored that he fell asleep.
“Hey do you mind? I’m trying to watch Captain America.” You heard the only other voice in the room speak up.
“You know we wouldn’t be in here if it weren’t for you and your stupid science project.” You rolled your eyes, resting your head on the palms of your hands.
“Trust me, I wish I had been partnered with someone else than you.” He huffed back, making you bite your lip.
It happened a few years ago, the day you and Peter Parker became “frenemies.”
You and Peter used to be close, so close you could finish each others’ sentences.
But then one day you found out he’d been keeping a major secret from you.
You had found his Spider-Man suit in his closet, hidden away, but you somehow managed to find it.
That day was one of the worst fights you had ever had in your entire life.
That was also the day you two became frenemies, you both didn’t speak to each other since that day, until the science project.
Needless to say you both weren’t ecstatic about being partners, you two could barely handle even sitting next to each other.
So when you both didn’t agree on a certain way to experiment, all hell broke loose, as did the experiment.
And that’s how you both ended up in detention.
“I shouldn’t even be in here, you’re the problem.” Peter muttered, making you grip the edge of your desk.
“Last I checked, it’s all your fault!” You shouted, turning in your seat to glare at the brunette boy.
Peter glared back, creating such a thick tension in the room you could cut it with a knife.
The tension never did leave that room, so you were thankful when you were finally dismissed from detention.
You grabbed your belongings and rushed out of that room faster than Flash could slip out a witty comment.
Soon enough you were home, eating a snack you felt you deserved and finally got to relax on the couch.
Until the doorbell rang.
You let out an annoyed groan, getting up and opening the door.
Your eyes widened, seeing Peter standing before you.
“Um.. Are you lost?” You questioned, confused as to what he was even doing at your apartment.
“Actually no, listen Y/N, we need to talk.” He sighed, making you raise your eyebrows in curiosity.
You stepped aside, letting him enter your apartment.
“Okay.. So what did you want to talk about?” You questioned, crossing your arms.
You didn’t understand what was going on, you and Peter hadn’t had a one on one conversation in a long time.
“Alright.. Well.. When we were in detention, I started thinking..” He spoke quietly, staring at the floor.
You watched his actions, he was nervous, which only meant this was going to get worse before it got better.
“It got me thinking back to when we were best friends..” He glanced up at you, making you freeze.
You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t expecting this at all.
“It also got me thinking back to when you found out my secret, and how our friendship basically ended that day.” He trailed off, his eyes watering a bit.
“I want us to be friends again Y/N, back to how we used to be.” He pleaded, carefully walking up to you.
You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything he was saying.
“Y/N, say something, please.” He sighed, trying to read the emotions on your face.
“Peter.. Time changes people..” You whispered, avoiding his eyes.
“I can’t just forget what happened that day, you kept the biggest secret from me, and we were supposed to be best friends.” You spoke angrily, your fists clenched together.
“I wanted to tell you Y/N, but I was just trying to protect you.” He fired back, his voice raising a bit.
“I don’t need protection, not from you, not from anyone.” You shot back, making Peter nod angrily.
Peter let out a sarcastic laugh, causing a chill to go down your spine.
“I get it Y/N, I get it, I made a mistake! I should have told you, but I decided not to, and I really wish you had never found out. Maybe then we’d still be friends.” He shouted, making your eyes water a bit.
“You should have just been honest with me, ever think of that? Best friends are supposed to tell each other everything. Everything Peter!” You shouted back, making his eyes widen a bit.
He hadn’t heard you yell at him like that since the last fight you two had, which was when you left.
“Maybe us being friends just wasn’t the best idea.” He blurted out, not even realizing he had said that.
Your mouth fell open, you couldn’t believe what he had just said, neither could Peter.
“Y/N, I-I didn’t mean that..” He started to apologize, but you raised your hand to stop him.
“Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” You choked out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
Peter opened his mouth multiple times, but no words came out, he tried so hard, his brain was shouting, telling him to say something, anything.
But nothing came out.
You stormed away from him, your back turned away.
“Get out Peter.” You spoke, no emotion in your voice.
Peter’s eyes widened, his head starting to shake.
“No, Y/N, please..” He begged, walking up to you.
“I said get out.” You opened the door, motioning him to leave.
Peter looked at you one last time, before walking out the door.
You were about to shut it when his foot stopped you from doing so.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.
“Me too.” You whispered back, fully closing the door, and leaning against it.
You heard Peter storm off after that, signaling he had finally given up and left.
What happened next felt like a blur to you, you remember sliding down the door, bawling your eyes out.
You felt exhausted, sad, angry.
You sat there for hours, trying to process everything that just happened.
When you fall asleep,
With your head upon my shoulder,
When you’re in my arms,
But you’ve gone somewhere deeper.
You had decided to give Peter another chance, it took a lot of convincing yourself, but you finally made a decision.
When you play it hard,
And I try to follow you there,
It’s not about control,
But I turn back when I see where you go.
You grabbed your keys, and left your apartment, you needed to see Peter, now.
You weren’t going to lie, but you tracked him, figuring out where he was.
You drove to the area where your phone located him, only to reveal a plane on fire, and debris of the plane everywhere you looked.
You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.
Was Peter hurt?
Where was he?
You rushed out of your car, sprinting to the scene.
“Peter!” You screamed, frantically looking around.
“Peter answer me!” You screamed again, checking underneath debris.
You were praying he was still alive.
You started sweating, the fire making it even harder to see and breathe.
“Peter!” You screamed again, except this time you heard a groan responding to you.
“Peter! Where are you!” You shouted, searching frantically for him.
You the spotted a red and blue suit, laying in the sand.
“Oh my god.” You cried out, rushing over to him.
“Peter. Peter are you okay? Look at me. It’s Y/N.” You held his face in your hands.
“Y/N?” He questioned, his voice a bit rough.
“Yes, it’s me.” You smiled, relieved he was okay.
“You shouldn’t be here, it’s dangerous.” He slowly stood up, looking around panicked.
“I needed to see you.” You explained, but Peter wasn’t paying attention, he was too focused on something else.
“After our fight, I realized you were right, I miss what we had, and I’m willing to give it another shot.” You smiled slightly, making him look at you.
“Really?” He smiled back, making you nod.
In that moment you felt as if everything was finally becoming back to normal.
You were wrong.
Out of nowhere, a guy with green eyes and wings grabbed Peter and threw him.
You let out a scream, one because you were scared, and two because you were scared for Peter.
You remembered hearing about this guy on the news, he called himself the Vulture.
This is exactly what Peter was talking about, you now understood why he didn’t tell you, why he wanted to protect you.
You tried to run over to him, but the Vulture wouldn’t let you.
Instead he threw you too, making you hit your head hard against the ground.
You groaned in pain, your vision blurry for a few minutes, only to see the Vulture beating the living shit out of Peter.
You slowly stood up, grabbing a piece of debris from the ground.
It was your turn to protect Peter.
You ran over to him, hitting his wings with the metal debris, catching him off guard and dropping Peter to the ground.
You threw the metal debris at the Vulture, rushing over to Peter, you could already see the blood on his face.
It made you sick to your stomach, you couldn’t bare to see him like this.
“You need to get out of here.” Peter shouted, sitting up.
“I’m not leaving you!” You shouted back, picking up another debris to defend yourself.
“It’s my turn to protect you.” You held his chin, looking into his eyes.
He looked back at you, not once breaking eye contact.
It was that moment, that moment you both felt something you hadn’t before.
You gave him a small smile, before turning around and running out to a tiny open area.
You wanted to protect Peter, after all, he’d been doing it for you this entire time.
Peter was watching you intensely, he hated being weak, he hated that he wasn’t the one protecting you at the moment.
And he regretted that.
You were focused, trying to figure out where the Vulture had gone.
You turned around quickly to make sure Peter was still okay, and that he hadn’t attacked him again.
You were relieved when you saw him still sitting there, only to see Peter’s eyes widen in fear.
“Y/N! Look out!” He tried to shout, but you couldn’t hear him over all the noise.
You turned around, only to meet the metal debris, going right through your stomach.
The Vulture then flew off, disappearing.
Peter’s eyes widened, he quickly shot off the ground, screaming your name.
You turned to face him, blood slowly slipping off your lips.
Peter rushed over to you, as you pulled out the metal rod.
Peter caught you as you collapsed into his arms, your breathing frantic.
“Y/N, hey, you’re going to be okay alright? I’m here.” Peter tried to convince you, but you knew he was just trying to convince himself.
“You can’t leave me, who’s going to be my science partner? Who’s going to tell me I’m an idiot for not doing it the right way? Who’s going to slam my locker shut when I least expect it?” He rambled, tears slipping down his cheeks.
You looked up at him, a sad smile on your face.
“You should be nice to me, I just saved your life." You let out a laugh, your face scrunching up in pain.
"Y/N, you can’t leave me.. I need you.” He choked out, placing his hand on your cheek.
“You’ll always have me Parker.” You smiled, blood staining your lips as you talked.
You started breathing harder, making Peter’s heart drop.
“Y/N.” Peter shouted, looking your face over to see any movement at all.
“No! No, no, no!” He let out strangled scream, hitting the ground with his fists.
He held your face in his hands, praying you’d come back to him, but the only thing he saw was a single tear slip down your cheek.
Peter sat there, holding you close to him, sobbing uncontrollably.
She died protecting him, he couldn’t believe you were gone, the girl he realized he had been in love with all this time.
Police soon arrived at the scene, finding Peter holding your limp body in his arms.
He had slipped into an oblivion not believing what had just happened.
But reality soon came rushing back to him when the medics tried taking your body away from him.
He couldn’t bare to lose you, not again.
But he kept replaying what you said to him right before you died.
He knew you were there with him, he just couldn’t see you, and it killed him, but he still had you, and that’s all that mattered.
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