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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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Dreams

[peter parker x reader]

summary: who would've thought meeting your friends would give you one answer and a thousand more questions.

— reader's perspective of the 1st chapter

pairing: h.osborn x fem!reader; p.parker x fem!reader.

w.c: 1.6K

warnings/content: memory loss; lucid dreams; harry osborn being the loml <3; ned & mj being the pair that knows it all; descriptions of missing someone.

A/N: the reader's perspective from broken promises 1st chapter that nobody asked for. I felt like building a four chapter fic around this one-shot so this is what I'm going to do. masterlist is in the oven!

[blast this on while reading, trust me.]

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❝ […]'Cause there we are

again when I loved you so.

Back before you lost

the one real thing you've

ever known.[…] ❞

The dreams were starting to become more realistic.

You'd wake up in a cold sweat with heavy-breathing and tear-stained cheeks. A not tied itself around your throat every time you recalled what happened. There was always someone that you were trying to hold on to; whom you begged to not leave, to not go.

“... I don't want you to go,”

“I'm not going anywhere,”

It scared you how you couldn't hear the voice but it felt so... so familiar. The touch in your cheek, the promise in the tone.

“I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

They repeated it twice, and you felt extremely bothered by it. So much so that you couldn't stay on bed, you couldn't fall asleep every time you had that dream. But, this is what it was: a dream.

Yet.

Yet, there was no bigger feeling of betrayal swerving in your chest. Because whoever it was and for whatever reason that had occurred, they had broken the promise. A very important one at that. “I'm not going anywhere,” Well, you clearly did. You'd argue by yourself, out of spite.

It's just a dream, your head tried to reason.

But they left, your heart retorted back.

After the terrible night sleep you settled for catching up on a few assignments until your alarm rang. Once it did, you quickly silenced it. It was Saturday, your roommate didn't deserve to be woken up by the blaring sound. You glanced at her sleeping open-mouthed frame before moving into the bathroom to take a shower.

You and your friends were supposed to meet in half an hour still, so you took your time getting ready, making sure to apply extra concealer below your eyes. The bags were critical.

Fucking weird dreams.

You looked down at your phone as you were fixing the scarf around your neck when the notification popped in.

FROM HARRY: where are u?

Harry, who had became someone incredibly important in your life without warning. He integrated your small group of friends out of your vehemence — his saying. A few months ago you figure it out he also lived in New York, so it happened that both of you had a lot in common.

You held the phone with one hand as you shut the door slowly with the other. Typing away “coming. are all of you there yet?” you pressed send and descended the stairs in fast steps.

Your phone vibrated again.

FROM HARRY: came to pick you up.

A smirk reached your lips at the next message.

FROM HARRY: if you take longer the ride will not wait.

Moody bastard.

You buried your phone in your pocket as you saw the flashy black car of your friend at the parking lot. His sunglasses dangling from his nose as he typed something on his phone. Your phone vibrated.

FROM HARRY: bye.

“I'm here!” You laughed, jogging towards the car. When you reached the window, you stealthily pulled his sunglasses away to put it on your face. Harry scowled but you could see the hit of a smile on his lips, a rare sight in the mornings. “Good morning, moody bear.”

“Just morning. Hop in,” he unlocked the vehicle and you obeyed, entering the passenger side. You didn't take off the sunglasses and he didn't complained as you rode to the old Queen's donut shop.

It was MJ's last day at work because she was finally moving in to the dorms at MIT. You could even say she was a little more smiley that Saturday morning as you and Harry passed through the glass doors. All of you were to hang out for drinks later to celebrate.

“Hey, beautiful. Come here often?” You leaned on the balcony MJ was cleaning, wriggling your eyebrows suggestively. She gave you a roll of eyes, throwing at you the dirty fabric she had been using. You grabbed it before it could hit your face. “God, that was a brutal rejection.”

“You know she already got someone in line,” Ned chimed behind you, greeting Harry with handshake. “Looking good. Great style,” he teased knowing the accessory wasn't yours. You embraced the boy with a smile.

“Thanks, I try.”

“You mean you steal,” Harry says and nudges your hip for a table in the corner by the window. You nod and asks Ned to warn MJ, who had moved aside to greet a costumer, where you would be sitting.

“I didn't steal if it looks better on me,” you shrugged and sat down with your back to the entrance. Harry sat in front of you.

“Sure,” Harry pretended to search through the menu when in reality he was trying to not smile. It was so hard to not to when you were in the room. “Keep it then,” he blurted out.

Your hands froze on your way to put the sunglasses down on the table, “What?”

“You can keep them,” Harry moved the menu towards you and let his mouth spread in a teasing grin, “It does look better on you anyway.”

A scoff left your lips, “Don't flirt with me, Osborn.”

He raised his eyebrows in mocked surprise, “Flirt? Who is flirting here? I'm just saying the truth.”

“Oh, you're flirting alright,” MJ's deadpan interrupted your conversation as she positioned a extremely sweetened coffee in front of Harry and two chocolate sprinkled donuts in the middle, for both of you. Harry grinned up at her as if she had ended global warming, completely ignoring her jab.

“You are a god-given solace, Jones,”

She flicked his forehead but smiled, “Yeah, I'm aware, Osborn. I'm off at five today, you're gonna wait?” she questioned, stepping backwards to the balcony when the bell of the shop rang announcing a new costumer.

You nod, biting into your sugar pleasure, “Mhm.”

“Why did you think we came all this way for,” Ned rolls his eyes having overheard the question as he typed away something in his phone and sat down at their table.

“All this way— You live around the block, shut up,” MJ scoffs at him and turns towards the boy that had just arrived. Ned chuckled.

Your forehead creases as you study the newcomer at the shop, you were about to turn around to sit more comfortably when he arrived. He wore a plaid jacket over his shoulder and dirty white converses, you could make out some doodling on the sides of them but you weren't close enough to see it fully. It wasn't the shoes that grabbed your attention, though. It was his face. For some reason, it looked quite familiar. The pinched nose, warm brown hair and you couldn't see his eyes but you figure they might be a shade of brown, too. The piece of paper in his shaky hands ripped at the same time Ned snapped his fingers in front of you.

“Earth to you,” Ned sings, “Where did you go?”

Harry stared at you inquisitively, then his gaze flickered to the new person.

“Nowhere,” you said, brushing a strand behind your ear. “Were you saying something?”

“Yes, but you were too busy drooling over that kid,” Harry retorted, sipping his coffee.

Your cheeks flushed, “I was not—”

“You were so drooling over him,” Ned teased, gazing sideways at Harry, who was eyeing the newcomer with a curious expression.

“Yeah, okay—stop,” you said huffing and shifting in your chair. “I just found him familiar, that's all.”

“He does look kind of familiar, doesn't he?” Ned inspected the kid for a while and Harry pinched him to stop staring.

“It not polite to stare, Ned.”

“Was just trying to see what's familiar in him...”

Everything. Everything is familiar on the young man but you couldn't place the why. You have never seen him before in your life.

Why did your heart tell you otherwise?

You played with your scarf absentmindedly, the urge to get up and go talk to him blaring in your chest.

Just say something. Anything.

I don't know him!

Your eyes met honey brown ones and your whole world stopped.

Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you.

Peter.

Who on Earth is Peter?

“Guys, that was my last costumer. I'm gonna get ready so we can leave, yeah?” MJ's voice brought you back to reality and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

He was gone. The plaid jacket boy. Suddenly he was sitting there in a table by the window staring back at you, and then, he vanished.

I don't want to forget you.

You've heard that before. The weirdest part was that it was your own voice. But how could you forget something like that? And how could you dream so realistically if it weren't real?

“You want me to ask MJ to place it to go?” Harry touched your shoulder, his hand cold against your skin. He noticed you clutching the red scarf around your neck and frowned in concern. “Hey, you okay?”

You didn't realize what you were doing until you followed his gaze and let go of the fabric slowly, confused as ever. Mumbling a meek yes in response to Harry, you stood up and followed them out of the donut shop. MJ and Ned discussing about a topic you couldn't hear, Harry entered the conversation after making sure you were actually okay and not lying.

“Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you.”

“You won't,” his touch was warm. Inviting. Safe. How did you know that? How did you feel it? “I'll make you remember me, I promise.”

“You promise?” There was fear in your shaky vocal cords. You've been crying.

“I promise.” You recalled once again as you crossed the street trailing after your friends.

Who are you, Peter? And what did you do?

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