✓ spiderling , t. holland imagines

no longer guilty | p.p.

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prompt: "the first thing you need to do is forgive yourself"
warnings: very sad emotions

[a/n: this is an alternate ending to Back to You; starting after the end of the first part. I also used Aunt May's words from Spider-Man 3,, I also forgot to make this gender neutral, but feel free to replace the pronouns ]

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"May, how do I make it up to her? My words were pretty harsh last night."

"The first thing you do is forgive yourself." May replied, her voice soft and laced with concern "then you get her something nice."

Peter nodded, notifying May that he clearly understood. "Can I have a hundred bucks?"

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You were cuddled up into a ball, just casually staring at an empty television screen. The reflection of yourself wasn't doing help either; your hair was tied up messily into pigtails, your expression was blank, and your mascara was dried on your cheeks.

Never in your life had you heard such vile and disappointing words in the long years that you were friends. Of course, you knew how Peter was so defensive of people he loved, yet he was completely blinded by fake love. The evidence of the matter was right in front of him. Liz continuously flirted with guys in front of Peter.

The day before the homecoming dance, you overheard Liz talking to Betty and her friends.

"I only said yes because i knew he'd be depressed if I didn't." Liz snapped. "I don't like him in any way, shape, or form."

How could you lose two of your closest friends in one week? If Peter showed up at your door at any second, you'd immediately jump into his arms and mutter how sorry you were, despite knowing that he was the one in the wrong.

A simple knock on your family's apartment door had gotten your hopes up way too far. You started to get I up from the couch when the second rhythmic knock was heard. You quickly sat back down, finally aware that Peter was the one on the other side of the wooden door. Once again, you were sat on the couch, staring at your depressing reflection.

Swiftly, your little sister came running through the hallway and towards the front door, easily recognizing the knock of Peter Parker. Before you could stop her, she had already unlocked the door and let him inside.

You got up once again, making a beeline for your bedroom. Peter had followed, calling your name as tears started to flow down your cheeks. As much as your mind convinced you to forgive him, your heart was completely shattered and pleaded for you not to let him back in.

"Y/n please. Give me five minutes." He pleaded. The look on his face when you turned towards him and shut the door was something you've never seen－an emotion that looked like he had never experienced in his short lifetime.

"You should have thought about the consequences when you talked shit about me right in front of my face." You yelled from the other side of the door, hoping that he would go away in the next five minutes.

As soon as you heard complete silence, you cracked open the door, attempting to make sure that Peter was gone. Instead, the small crack in the door was enough for Peter to slip through and have a chance to talk to you.

You tried pushing him out with all the power you had in yourself, but nothing seemed to work. You didn't want to see him, but you needed to feel his comforting arms around you. You needed to hear his soft, comforting voice.

On instinct, he wrapped his arms around you, despite your slightly aggressive emotions flooding your brain. He kept holding onto you even though you kept attempting to push him off. Not even minutes later, you ended up breaking down in sobs and letting him hold you there.

"I'm so, so, sorry, y/n." Peter whispered. His voice was now quivering and filled with sadness. You could hear his unsteady breaths as he held you closer.

You pried his hands off of your small figure, turning around so you were now face to face with him. Your delicate hands were lightly pressed against his jaw. Your tear-filled eyes were gazing up at him and his were returning the sight. Swiftly and lovingly, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Just please. Don't to it again," You whispered, trying to hold back your tears. "Don't push me away."

"Says the one who actually tried to push me away." You laughed, thinking of how bad you've missed this boy and his witty remarks.

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You and Peter walked into your favourite diner, not caring if you were too overdressed. Peter was in his tux and you were in a beautiful y/f/c dress, complete with a matching corsage.

You smiled up at Peter, not caring if he didn't see you. You were simply happy that your little (what you thought was hopeless) wishes were filled.

Do you ever feel like you want to watch a show but are too lazy to?

It's thanksgiving break and I've already written over 3 chapters to a book... yay! no procrastination!!

-meg ♡