pov- imagines

HIGH- P. PARKER

pairings: peter parker x reader
warnings: drug use, underage drinking, crappy writing (i began this months ago and i just finished it lol), and a sucky ending
about: peter has been kidnapped.
a/n: part two? inspired by @/miuka.povs pov on tiktok

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y/n felt numb.

she had felt immense pain the day she last saw peter parker, but after injecting herself with a possibly deadly amount of oxy, and drinking her weight in alcohol, she felt nothing.

and she loved it.

she hated not having peter, of course she did. but staying out late dancing and doing things that would surely kill her if she continued was a whole lot better than falling into an even deadlier depression at home.

so she was here, in a nightclub, uncharacteristically (at least it used to be) grinding against a stranger, ignoring the guilt she felt in doing so.

at some point, the stranger left, leaving y/n dancing by herself among the sea of sweaty bodies.

a cup got pushed into her hands, and she took it without checking, no hesitation, what was the point anymore?

her hips swung, eyes closed as she swayed to the obnoxiously loud music that she hated.

her mind couldn't help to drift to peter, as it always did when it wasn't hopped up with drugs fogging her thoughts.

she thought of his smile, the sweet one he always gave out to old ladies walking down the street, and always made her smile as well.

she remembered his scent, clean and sweetly intoxicating. she missed it, his sweaters no longer smelled like him after she had put on every single one, attempting to wrap herself in him.

it was hell being without him. and it hurt more than a bullet to know he was never going to come back.

she didn't even realize she was crying until a tear fell on her chest. her eyes snapped open, and her hands swiped at her face before swinging it towards a table, taking a random drink and chugging it down.

her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she ignored it, but as it vibrated continuously, she rolled her eyes, pulling it out and answering the call.

"what?"

"y/n?"

it was steve, she realized.

"well, that's who you called, is it not?"

steve ignored her comment, used to her newfound attitude. "look, you gotta come back, he's here."

y/n flagged down the bartender, asking for a drink and laying down a wad of cash.

"he?"

"yes! peter's- we found him!"

the bartender, who she remembered as bryce, handed y/n a drink with a smile, and y/n blew him a kiss.

"peter's dead." y/n deadpanned, voice bored, but heart screaming.

"god, y/n, no he's not, why do you keep saying that?"

"because i say only what is. now, look, it's nothing personal, but there's a drink with my name on it, and i don't really feel like arguing at the moment, ciao!"

"y/n-"

she ended the call, taking her drink with her as she left to dance again.

her phone continued to vibrate, incoming calls from the whole team making her phone warm.

she rolled her eyes at it and took it out, shutting it off.

fifteen minutes later, she was bothered again by a tapping on her shoulder.

y/n turned, eyes widening slightly as she saw him.

squinting, she looked him up and down, deciding that, yes, this was peter.

'holy shit, i'm hallucinating.'

y/n tilted her head, but shook it quickly and turned back around, ignoring the eerily real peter hallucination.

she turned back around, however, at a tap on her shoulder.

turning to see the same face she had yearned to see in front of her, she stared at him curiously, stepping towards him.

"are you real?" she asked quietly, her small voice drowned out by the noises in the club.

peter's enhanced ears caught it anyways, and he nodded, "yes.

she didn't stop staring at him, going over every inch of him. he was just like she remembered, save for the fading bruises peeking out of his t-shirt.

one of her hands lifted up to him slowly, and she flinched when she came in contact with his skin.

she ran her fingers along his nose, then her thumb on the barely- there freckles. her index finger traced his jawline, then settling on his chin.

she stared up at his eyes again, then tugged his face closer, pulling him into a kiss.

the feeling of his lips- his actually there lips- on hers drove her into a fit of ecstasy, and she pressed herself against him until she couldn't anymore.

a stray memory of an episode of grey's anatomy fluttered into her head, but she shook it off, grabbing peter's hand tightly as she pulled away from his lips.

"you're real," she whispered, and he nodded, smiling crookedly. "at least i think you are- i might be pulling an izzie stevens and you're actually dead like i thought you were and my drugged out brain wants to take a jab at me-"

he kissed her again, and she gasped quietly, closing her eyes and drinking him in.

"c'mon, n/n, let's get out of here," peter said, and she nodded, letting him guide her out.

all doubts that he wasn't real went out the window the moment they stepped into the compound, where all of the avengers- including your dad, bruce- were waiting.

"see? i told you he would get her out. welcome back, kid."

(im so sorry i hate the ending too)