#i was heartbroken to see the erase marks on the desk

[lunyunyuny]

a tribute to the jack in the box that i was assembling on the school desk over the course of 3 days that was erased when i came back from spring break💔

[dustofinsanity]

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒

Jaebeom / Reader ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤAngst/Fluff ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤWords count: 4.2k

Summary: Y/n’s saw every JB’s faces: the perfect first meet guy, the kinky and teasing demon, the so in love with his dear girlfriend man, the not so often present serious roommate, the annoying and proud cats owner, the talented underground artist, the heartbroken angel but can she forgot the terrifying monster?

Content/Warning: Mature content, Roommates to lovers AU, Underground Artist AU

Credits: @ the gif owner 

“Nora, don’t play with the cables! Odd, get down right now! Kunta, don’t chew my eraser!” You sighed and, rubbing the top of your nose, lost your patience. “JB! Come get your Minions!”

A door opened and a handsome young man, your roommate, came into the living room, an amused and arrogant grin on his lips. He obviously heard you earlier but he loved when you called him for help with his infernal cats. He took Nora in his arms and, patting his right thigh, called the two other cats that immediately came to him. It was a conspiracy!

“You’re so loud, babe. You’re scaring them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” You said cynically, faking a sad face. “But I try to work and I can’t focus because of them! And don’t call me babe!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He chuckled making you madder than you already was.

“You, your Minions, in your room! Right now!” You growled, pointing at his door. “I’ll call you for dinner!”

“Yes, mom!”

Keeping his arrogant smile, he left the living room and went back to his room, winking at you before closing the door.

You hated this fucking -handsome- man.

Before, you were living with your best friend, Hana, an adorable young lady you knew since the kindergarten. But, few months ago, she moved in with her fiancé and was living a perfect life. Since you knew you couldn’t pay the rent of your apartment all alone, you placed an ad for a new roommate but you had no idea that things would turn like that. Some people came to see your place but, when Jaebeom appeared in front of your door, your heart melted.

Yeah, you’re weak…

The first weeks were cool. Jaebeom was a real sweetheart, cooking for both of you, apologising when his five cats were a little too loud and, sometimes, he even forced you to stop working and relax on the couch, massaging your back. Yes, Jaebeom was a real sweetheart… But it was a trap and, after a month and a half, you saw his real face! You met the demon!

Even if he continued to help you with the household tasks, he started to tease you and test your patience. Too bad for him, you were patient. But when it wasn’t Jaebum, it was his cats, the Minions, and, day by day, well… you lost your patience. When you told Hana what JB did, the way he tried to get on your nerves almost everyday, she thought he had a thing for you. But it couldn’t be since he had a girlfriend and was so madly in love with her.

No, Jaebeom didn’t have a thing for you, he just loved to see you mad.

Too focused on your work, you didn’t hear his door open and jumped when he puts his chin on your shoulder, asking you what the novel you were writing was about. Hiding the screen with your hands, you shouted at him not to look and, turning your face to him, noticed he was shirtless.

Dear Lord, living with him was torture!

“Is it that kinky?” He smirked near to your ear, making you hold a shiver hardly.

“Go away, JB.” You sighed. “I already told you, I don’t want you to-”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna take a shower. Do you wanna come?”

“Go away, JB.” You repeated, biting your bottom lip discreetly.

“You’re not funny, babe.”

He moved away from your head and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the living room with a racing heart and bright red cheeks. Ah, sorry, not alone, the Minions came back.

You hated him so much.

Knowing that you couldn’t write with the Minions around you, you saved your work and went to the kitchen, starting to cook the dinner. Even if you weren’t a chef, you liked to cook pretty and delicious dinners and, this evening, it would be chicken alfredo for you and soondubujiggae for Jaebeom since he only eats korean food. Struggling with the cats that were all rubbing against your legs, you started JB’s meal and gave some meat pieces to his pets. Sometimes, they were cute. Sometimes.

You continued to cook when you felt two arms wrapping around your waist and wet hair against your head. Holding you closer to him, Jaebeom sniffed and whispered it smelled good before thanking you and kissing your shoulder. You hated when he was doing that. You hated it even more knowing he was just playing with your feelings. Even if you weren’t really friends, he knew you pretty well, he knew how weak you could be sometimes and saw all the times you blushed when he left the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He knew how attractive you found him.

At first, you thought he was doing this to make his girlfriend jealous but it wasn’t. One night, when your both were sitting on the couch, speaking seriously together -because it happened sometimes-, he explained to you he and his girlfriend had a deal, a game. The rules were simple: no kisses, no sex, no feelings, just seduction. They could play with who they wanted, even in front of each other. Like he told me, it was a way to see how much they can trust each other.

Basically, a shitty game and you were a toy. Great…

You tried to push him away, struggling against him but he tightened his grip around you and chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

“Can you, at least, put a shirt on?” You sighed, trying to focus on the cooking.

“I know you like it when I don’t wear one.”

“Don’t think I’m your toy, JB.”

“I didn’t think you would be against it.” He whispered in your ear and went down to your neck while his hands started to go down on your thighs, making you bite your bottom lip as you threw your head back. “Would you, babe?”

“Stop it right now or I swear to God I’ll hit you with the burning pan.” You growled. “Or maybe you would prefer me to kick you in the-”

“Okay, I’ll stop!” He laughed, pulling his hands up and moving away.

Lowering your head, heart racing again, you tried to catch your breath and finished the meals, putting them on the kitchen counter where you always ate. Jaebeom looked at you all the time, trying to guess what you were thinking about or to see if your cheeks were red but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction and ate naturally your delicious chicken alfredo.

Even if you were a mess at this moment.

After the dinner, you did the dishes, it was your turn, and let him watch a movie on TV. Well, that was what you were thinking but when you turned to the couch, you saw Jaebeom reading a notebook… YOUR notebook! You rushed over him and tried to take back what was yours but your roommate stood up quickly and lifted his arm above his head.

Why were you so tiny?!

Even if you jumped, you couldn’t reach his hand and, of course, it made him laugh. But this time, Jaebeom crossed the limits and you weren’t amused, not at all.

“Give it back to me!” You shouted, jumping again.

“I didn’t know you write that good, Y/n.” Jaebeom smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Did you already think to show your songs?”

”Give me back my notebook!“ You growled, jumping higher, and finally grabbed the notebook but made both of you fall on the couch.

Eyes wide open, his hands on your hips, Jaebeom stared at you, as shocked as you were. Expecting a cynical comment from him, you said nothing and just lowered your head but JB stayed quiet and just came closer to you, sliding his hand on your neck and pulled your face inches away from his. To be honest, at this moment, you didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or not, you just wanted to kiss these lips that you found more and more attractive every day.

But luck was never your friend and Jaebeom’s phone rang on the coffee table behind you. The young man sighed slightly and, wrapping an arm around your waist, made you lean back. Without taking his eyes off yours, he leaned over you, grabbed his phone and picked up the call. Usually, he was happy when his girlfriend called him but, this time, he seemed disappointed. He nodded and mumbled few words before hanging up, always looking at you.

”I have to go.“ He sighed, putting his hand on your cheek and touching your lips delicately with his thumb. ”Don’t wait for me, babe.“

You nodded blankly and let him put a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips before standing up and walked to your desk where you put your notebook. You didn’t dare to look at him, embarrassed by what happened, and just heard him put a hoodie on and leave the apartment. You looked at Nora, that came to rub against your leg, and sat down on the floor, taking the beautiful cat in your arms and petting it like you rarely did before. What a strange night.

And it wasn’t over.

Around 4am, you was awoken by the sound of the front door opening abruptly and two male voices that you immediately recognised; your roommate and his best friend. Getting out of bed, you left your bedroom and saw Mark and Jaebeom in the living room, the first helping the second to sit on the couch. It wasn’t the first time you had seen them coming back from a club or party, and you already saw them drunk too, but, this time, something was wrong, you could see it on Mark’s face.

”Need help?“ You asked, joining them in the living room.

”Oh, thank God, Y/n, you’re here!“ Mark exclaimed, his hands up.

”I live here, Mark.“

”Sorry if we woke you up but… Do you have a first aid kit?“

You opened your eyes wide and ran to the couch where JB was sitting, his face covered by bruises and his hands bleeding. You carefully cupped your roommate’s face in your hands and made him look at you, asking what happened.

”Nothing.“ He growled, moving his head and lying down on the couch.

”His girl cheated on him and they broke up.” Mark sighed without paying attention to his best friend who was asking him to shut up. “We went to a club and JB fought with some guys.”

“I’m not good enough, she said.” Jaebeom sadly chuckled.

“Don’t listen to this bitch.” Mark sighed again. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at Mark and nodded, letting him know that you agreed with him, and told him that the first aid kit was in the bathroom. He brought you back the little red and white box and asked you if you wanted him to stay but you answered that you could take care of Jaebeom, he could leave without any worries.

“Thank you, cupcake, you’re an angel.” He smiled at you, kissed the top of your head and left the apartment.

Without saying or asking anything, you forced Jaebeom to sit back and opened the first aid kit. Slowly, you cleaned his hands and put sanitizer on them, apologising when you saw the young man wincing. After putting some bandages on his fingers, you sat beside JB and cleaned his face but his expression broke your heart in million pieces.

Slowly you turned his face to you and looked straight into his sad eyes. The demon with who you were living for few months was far away and Jaebeom looked like a broken angel.

“Mark was right.” You whispered, putting a light kiss on his forehead. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled shyly and were about to put some sanitizer on his face when Jaebeom grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, kissing you passionately. You tried to push him away but he wrapped his arm around your waist and made you sit on his lap, deepening the kiss second by second.

“Jae… Jaebeom, stop…” You moaned against his lips. “Please… stop…”

“I know you want it.” Jaebeom growled, sliding a hand under your oversized shirt while the other went down your back and grabbed your right cheek.

“Not… not like… like that… Please…”

A loud groan escaped from his throat and suddenly, you understood that things wouldn’t get better, he wouldn’t stop. Jaebeom abruptly lied you on the couch and tried to take your panties off but you struggled, hitting him as hard as you could. He then grabbed your wrists with just one hand, raised them over your head and started to slide your underwear down your thigh with his free hand. You begged him to stop but you froze when his eyes met yours: the man over you wasn’t your roommate, he wasn’t Jaebeom, he wasn’t the arrogant but funny demon with who you lived, he was a stranger, a monster.

Terrified, you struggled harder and finally been able to kick him in the lower abdomen, making him fall from the couch. You stood up immediately and ran behind the couch, grabbing the first thing you could reach, a standing lamp near a window. You heard Jaebeom growl in pain and stop suddenly, getting up and looking at you with eyes wide open. He seemed so lost.

“Y/n… I… I’m… I’m so… so sorry.” He stuttered, standing up and coming slowly to you.

“Stay away from me!” You shouted, lifting up the lamp, eyes full of tears. “Don’t touch me ever again! Don’t talk to me ever again! You monster!”

You carefully stepped back, dropped the lamp and ran into your room. You couldn’t believe what happened, you couldn’t believe Jaebeom tried to do this to you. Leaning your back against the door, you tried to ease the beat of your heart and wiped your tears with your shirt.

For the first time in your life, you even locked the door of your bedroom.

After that night, you talked with Jaebeom only one time but didn’t let him apologise or say anything. You coldly told him he could still live in the apartment but only on certain conditions. One, he shouldn’t talk to you never again. Two, if he touched you, you’d kill him. Three, he should do his dishes and his laundry. Four, you wouldn’t buy his food anymore, if he wanted to eat, he had to cook his meals on his own. Five, if he came in your room, you’d kill him. Six, if he touched your stuff, you’d kill him. And seven, if he didn’t respect the rules… You’d kill him. He nodded sadly and, following the first rule, didn’t say anything and left the living room.

From this moment, you lived together like that, as if you were ghosts to each other. Sometimes, JB left some post-its on the fridge, letting you know he had done his tasks, was out or bought some meals that you never ate. Other times, he just wished you a good day, always asking you not to work too much or skipping meals. But you never replied.

However, after three months, you weren’t mad at him anymore, disappointed but not angry, and even started to feel a bit bad for him. What he tried to do was unacceptable, and you needed more time to completely forgive him, but you knew Jaebeom. Deep inside, you knew you weren’t in danger with him. He proved it to you a few times, putting a blanket on your shoulders when you fell asleep on your desk and leaving a note on your keyboard on which he said he didn’t touch you, just covered you. Jaebeom followed every rules and added new ones like locking his cats in his room when you were working or, for him, not drinking alcohol at home.

Maybe you were weak, or crazy, but you finally moved on, forgiving what he did without telling him.

One morning, after a long night full of weird dreams, you went to the kitchen and, opening the fridge, saw a note taped on the door.

“Hi, Y/n. I hope you slept well.

I don’t know if you will read this but, today, Mark and I will hold our first concert. It would be great if you could come. I don’t ask you to do it for me but, please, do it for Mark. He would be happy to see you and you could see how hard he worked. I left a flyer on the counter. If you come, you won’t have to pay, we told to the organisers you’re family. I won’t ask you anything else ever again but, please, come to see us Mark. Have a nice day.”

You turned to the counter and saw the coloured flyer. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you remembered that you promised Jaebeom to go to the first show he and Mark would hold. You checked the time and saw you had almost all day, the concert starting at 10pm. Then, you decided that you could work for a few hours and go to the club in the evening, wondering if you would feel anxious or excited.

Answer? Both.

Your heart was racing and, when you reached the club where the concert was being held, you thought you would faint, your head spinning a little. You came closer to the front door and asked if the concert already started. Shit, you were late! The bouncer asked for your name and let you in when you said it.

The place was full and you felt so glad for the two men. You knew how hard they worked and they deserved all these fans. Being underground artists wasn’t easy in this country but Jaebeom and Mark, aka Disturbed Utopia, were out of this world. Even if the mix of rap and sing was common, their voices, their styles, their lyrics and the feelings they put in them were unique.

Leaning against the bar, you watched them giving their best, noticing that JB was wearing the shirt you bought him for his birthday. They were hypnotising even if you noticed that Jaebeom had a sad glint in his eyes. After the broken angel, the monster, and the ghost, the demon who you lived with turned into the shadow of himself. Even his fake cheeky smile didn’t fool you.

“How are you, guys?” Mark shouted between two songs, making everyone scream in the club. “Are you still here?” Other screams. “You guys are amazing! We will take a short break but before, this is our new song, Heal Me.”

The club went dark and only the two artists were illuminated on the stage, both sitting on bar stools. The music began and you were surprised at how it was different from their other songs. This one was slow and sounded sad. The first verse that Mark was rapping was about a man who talked about how bad he behaved with an amazing girl he liked. But when Jaebeom sang the chorus, the man begged for another chance, asking to be “healed” from the monster he was.

You didn’t need to ask to know who wrote the lyrics and, feeling your heart break, you couldn’t hold your tears, looking straight at your roommate on the stage.

During Mark’s second verse, in which the man was saying all the mistakes he did, JB looked through the public and his eyes met yours but he immediately looked down, his expression getting sadder than before, breaking your heart more. As soon as Mark saw the expression on his best friend’s face, he looked in your direction and saw you, giving you a discreet sweet smile and winking at you. You gave him back his smirk and listened to the last verse where the man explained how miserable he felt and how he missed the girl.

Gradually, the lights went down and, when the song was over, the public gave an incredible ovation to the duo. You wanted to clap too but your hands were shaking and tears were still rolling down your cheeks. The light came back and the men thanked the public before leaving the stage, taking a short break while you couldn’t move at all, looking straight at the stool on which Jaebeom was sitting a few seconds ago.

“Are you Miss Y/n?” A man asked, making you jump before you nodded. “Come with me, please. Mark and Jaebeom want to see you.”

Wiping your tears, you nodded again and followed the impressive man backstage where you were warmly welcomed by Mark who gave you a big hug, thanking you for coming to their first concert.

“It means a lot to us, you know?” He smiled, pulling away and looking at you. “You’re gorgeous tonight, cupcake.”

“Do you want me to look like a tomato?” You laughed as you felt your cheeks redden a little.

“A gorgeous tomato, then.” He smirked before looking quickly at the end of the hall where Jaebeom was, leaning against the wall, head down. Mark focused back on you and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Look… JB told me what happened. I know he messed up and I don’t want to take his side but… He feels like shit. I don’t ask you to forgive him but can you just talk with him?”

“I’m on it.” You smiled, patting his shoulder and giving him a hug, whispering they were amazing on stage. He thanked you again and let you join Jaebeom who didn’t notice you.

Coming quietly closer to him, you noticed he was looking at his phone, rubbing softly his thumb on a picture. Tilting your head a little, you looked at the photo, a shy smile stretching your lips.

“Not the best pic of me but Nora is cute.” You chuckled, seeing that JB took a picture of you when you were sleeping on your desk, his cat curled up in a ball on the top of your back.

Without saying anything, Jaebeom calmly locked his phone and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Teeth clenched, his hands slid into his pockets, he gave you a quick look but looked down immediately.

“When did you take it?” You asked but got no answer, just him shrugging slightly, following the rules. “Okay, forget the rule n°1. So, when did you take it?”

“Two weeks ago.” He whispered without looking at you. “I’m sorry, I forgot to lock my room and Nora opened the door. It won’t ever hap-”

“JB, look at me.” You cut him off, seeing him shake his head and swallowing. You put yourself in front of him and softly cupped his face with your hands, trying to catch his eyes but he avoided yours. “JB, please, look at me.” His eyes finally met yours. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you anymore. You weren’t in your right mind, that night. I know it. I know you.”

“I can’t forget what I did, Y/n. I replay that moment in my mind all the time, what I did, your face.” He swallowed and lowered his head again. “I understand you can’t forgive me, I can’t forgive myself either.”

“I forgave you, Jaebeom.”

He raised his head quickly and stared at you with eyes wide open. His reaction made you chuckle a little and you gave him a sweet smile before locking your lips on his. After few seconds, Jaebeom finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss slowly.

“I’m sorry for what I did, Y/n.” He whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past, now. Don’t think about it anymore.” You smiled, pecking his lips. “But… Since when did my demon call me by my name? I prefer when you call me babe.”

“Same for me.” He smiled. “Can you tell me how many rules I broke for now?”

“Not enough.” You chuckled, letting him kiss you again.

“Get a room, Bonnie and Clyde!” Mark shouted, making Jaebeom and you laugh. “You’ll do whatever you want later! We have a concert to finish!”

“Go show them who’s the best.” You whispered to JB.

He nodded, kissed your forehead and, entwining your fingers, you joined Mark who was smiling at you. He gently ruffled your hair and went back on stage, followed by Jaebeom who quickly came back to you, kissing you once again.

“Promise me you won’t leave, babe.” He told you, looking straight into your eyes, his fingertips holding your chin up.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered against his lips. “Not without you, demon.”

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[hollamd]

Voicemails - Peter Parker

Summary: Something happens to Y/N, leaving Peter heartbroken. He leaves a series of voicemails that show him slowly getting over Y/N, and how her absence has affected him.

Warnings: Swearing, Kinda sad

Word Count: 1945

A/N: I’ve had this written for awhile and just decided to post it. I’m aware it’s not the best so bare with me and how badly I set it up. It’s set up in voicemails so there’s not really any description which might be boring so I’m sorry! Please comment your thoughts and feedback, I’ll even take criticism because I really need to know if my writing is good or not. This was inspired by a 5SOS imagine like this so if anyone knows it, link me! Thanks for reading and please request!

“Hey! You’ve reached Y/N Y/L/N! Sorry I can’t get to my phone right now! I’ll call you back as soon as I can! Thanks!”

October 2nd, 7:38 PM, 1 New Message:

“Hey Y/N, it’s Peter! What movie do you wanna watch for movie night tonight? We could watch a princess movie I guess,but only because you’ve been wanting to forever. Okay bye. Oh, and also, I love you. Bye.”

October 2nd, 7:56 PM, 2 New Messages:

“It’s Peter… Again. I went to the drug store and got some candy for us. I got your favorite, Skittles! I’m on my way over now. Bye.”

October 2nd, 8:03 PM, 3 New Messages:

“I just wanted to let you know I’m here… Y/N can you at least text me I’m kinda starting to worry? You always answer your phone…”

October 2nd, 8:07 PM, 4 New Messages:

“So I climbed up to your window, and you weren’t there, and I knocked on your door, no answer. Please Y/N answer or something I’m really freaked out… I’m gonna try calling your parents.”

October 2nd, 8:39 PM, 5 New Messages:

“I’m starting to look around the city… Maybe you lost your phone and this is just a big misunderstanding? I got your parents involved, who got the police involved, so please don’t get mad at me, I’m just seriously worried. Love you.”

October 2nd, 9:55 PM, 6 New Messages:

“Hey Y/N. I don’t know why I keep leaving you voicemails at this point. Maybe you can hear them, I don’t know… I-I just wanna tell you I love where ever you are, I won’t stop until I find you okay? I’m so sorry.”

October 3rd, 4:34 AM, 7 New Messages:

“Y/N, I can’t sleep. You’d always be here for me and you’re just gone. They say maybe you ran away, but now they’re trying to track your phone. Please be okay. I love you.”

October 3rd, 8:04 PM, 8 New Messages:

“I can’t go to school today, not without you there. They said once it’s past the 24 hour mark it’s unlikely that we’ll find you again. I’ve already been out the past 2 hours looking for you. I don’t k-know what I’d do w-without, you Y/N. We all just want you home…”

October 3rd, 1:56 PM, 9 New Messages:

“It’s Peter, but you probably knew that. I got your sandwich today. I don’t know why I did, I knew you weren’t here. When you come home I promise you’ll get your sandwich, your skittles, and we can watch all the princess movies you want. I’ll never let you walk alone, and I’ll give you lots of cuddles, and I’ll come over every night. Y/N, I miss you so fucking much and it hasn’t been a full day. I hope it doesn’t come to a full day.”

October 4th, 2:44 AM, 10 New Messages:

“Y/N, they found your phone… That’s why… That’s why I stopped calling. I just really needed to hear your voice. It was with some guy, but they said he had nothing to do with you. He probably found it and stole it. Y/N, I went out and followed the guy. I questioned him as spider-man, and he was honest. He didn’t know where you were. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I love you.”

October 4th, 3:37 PM, 11 New Messages:

“I went to school today. I had to keep my mind occupied, but I feel like it only kept my mind on you more. I noticed the absence of you so much, and Ned did, too. You weren’t there to help me with my English homework, and you weren’t there to tell me that I looked cute in this blue sweatshirt. It’s the one you’ve always loved. I don’t know why I bother calling. Maybe in a way you can still hear me. That sounds fucking dumb this is fucking dumb why did you have to leave!”

October 5th, 8:06 PM, 12 New Messages:

“I went to school again today. People kept coming up to me and saying ‘Oh Peter, I’m so sorry’. But they’re not sorry. They never knew you. They didn’t know like I did. I found myself walking after school and I ended up in front of your house. I climbed up to your window, and went inside your room like you were still there. Sorry if that’s a little creepy… I just.... It smelled like your favorite perfume, and your homework was there on your desk, waiting to be finished when you got back from wherever you went. The necklace I got you last year isn’t in it’s box, so I’m assuming you’re wearing it… I feel like a piece of me is with you in that necklace… That sounds fucking dumb I’m so sor-”

October 6th, 7:44 PM, 13 New Messages:

“I just wanted to hear your voice again… Do you remember that time, when you found out I was spider-man? I’d just saved you from the creepy guys, and you totally recognized my voice… I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you this time. I love you.”

October 7th, 5:46 PM, 14 New Messages:

“I guess this is a daily thing. I’ve never felt like this I mean… I know my Uncle Ben died, but I don’t know if your dead or alive or where you went. I don’t know if you’re hurting, if you’re calling out my name, praying that I’ll come and save you… Maybe it would be better to know you’re dead than to just know you’re out there; dead or suffering. But maybe it’s not. I would give anything to hold you just one more time.”

October 8th, 7:16 PM, 15 New Messages:

“I spent the whole day looking for you. I don’t know when that’ll stop or when these phone calls will stop. You’re just… gone and I can’t get over it. It’s been a whole week since I last saw you. It was Saturday, and we were studying for some dumb English essay that I’ve probably bombed. I wish I had held you that night, and told you just how much I love you. I wish I had told you how I’d never let you go, and that maybe one day… We’d be together forever. I’ll never stop looking for you, I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N.”

October 9th, 8:23 AM, 16 New Messages:

“I’m just about to look for you again. Ned suggested we watch a movie or something but all I wanna watch is a fucking princess movie with you. Your parents called me and told me a few minutes ago they’re emptying out your room. Can you believe that? It’s barely been a week and they’re trying to erase you? I tried to tell them to wait, so I guess that’s what I’m going over to do.”

October 9th, 10:12 AM, 17 New Messages:

“Hi… When I, um, got to your house, your parents handed m-me this letter. God, I must sound like such a wreck right now. You wrote a month ago, and I guess you never gave it to me. Maybe you forgot to, or maybe you had it for a situation like this. It said that you loved me so much Y/N, and you always felt save. You loved our movie nights, the way we did our homework together, how I’d always make you feel better with a cup of tea, a-and how you believed in me as spider-man, always… You had said one of your best memories was me telling you just how much I loved and how beautiful you were, at our fourth date, the picnic… But I think my best memory is this. Finally seeing, on paper, that you loved me, and just how much.”

October 10th, 3:56 PM, 18 New Messages:

“Today, they started selling homecoming tickets, but I know there’s no way in hell I can go to that. I was supposed to take you, and I’d buy you the prettiest corsage, with your favorite yellow roses… God, I’m rambling. When your parents went through your room, I found my old gray Star Wars sweatshirt. The one you loved so much and you’d always wear it… I told them to keep it, I couldn’t take it away from you. I took a bunch of your things… and it was the weirdest crap, too. I took that box of the necklace I gave you, just in case it ever needed a place to go whenever you came home. I took your favorite perfume, and I took your school notebooks, and I took-k our movie blanket, along with the lipstick you had worn the last day I saw you. I remember that day vividly. You were the prettiest you’d been. Your hair was pulled up into a sweet, curly ponytail, and you had been wearing some red flowy dress. You had on some peachy pink lipstick, and I know because it was your favor-”

October 12th, 4:57 PM, 19 New Messages:

“I didn’t call you yesterday, but that’s only because I tried my hardest not to. I will never love anybody more than I love you, Y/N. God, it sounds so weird saying your name… It feels weird. I j-just… Can’t believe this is happening. You’re actually gone now… I’m starting to get used to the fact, and I can’t believe I’m getting used to the fact that you’re not coming back.”

October 14th, 9:36 PM, 20 New Messages:

“I’m in the the bathroom at school right now. They’re clearing your locker out. I took your stuff for you, but its just your textbooks and your book. I opened The Notebook, your favorite, and you had all these scribbles inside, and doggy-ear pages. Some pages had fallen out, and some we’re just gone altogether. It was falling apart, but it was yours…. I-I’m falling apart, but I’m still yours.”

October 21st, 10:59 PM, 21 New Messages:

“Homecoming is tonight. I didn’t go. I couldn’t. Instead, I stayed home and I watched Beauty and the Beast. I know it’s your favorite. You’d always beg me to watch it, but I never said yes. So I’m watching it now, but it’s not the same because you’re not here. I miss you much.”

October 31st, 1:01 PM, 22 New Messages:

“Happy Halloween, Y/N. I know our plans were to dress in matching costumes, so I went to the store and I got them for us. I know I’m fucking dumb but I can’t let you go. I finally started going out as spider-man again 7 days ago, but that doesn’t mean I got over the guilt of not being there to save you. They’ve already given your locker away and everyone’s already gotten used to your absence. I haven’t, I don’t think I ever will. It’s been 30 days since you disappeared. I want to be happy, Y/N. I do. But I don’t think I can do that anymore, not without. Maybe I’ll be okay eventually, just maybe. I know you’d want me to move on, and ask out Michelle or something, but I only want to be with you. I’ll wait for you. I’ll be here for when you decide to come back. This has been one of the hardest months of my life. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. And I always will. Love, Peter Parker.”

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