multi-fandom one shots

peter parker x reader

word count: 1,816
type: angst with a fluffy ending
warnings: break-up, sadness, implied depression
inspiration: the song "right where you left me" by Taylor Swift

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i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

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i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every way. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.