Tom Holland Imagines

Ghost Of You//P.P.

Here's another imagine inspired by a song because I'm obsessed with the new 5sos album, Saturn is your superhero name again, if you don't like it, you can change it up :)

Peter Parker was shaken out of his sleep.

His tired eyes struggled to open thanks to the blinding light coming from outside, Stephen Strange looked down at him with a worried frown, the young man looked like a mess.

Peter let out a groan as he finally started waking up, he noticed the wizard looking down at him, he frowned, not really understanding why Strange was there.

"Dr. Strange? What are you doing here?" Peter noticed he was about to fall off of the edge of the king sized bed, the spot where you used to sleep still remained intact.

"I've been here since last night Peter, Stark called me to pick you up from a bar, what the hell were you thinking?" Stephen told Peter in a stern voice, his gaze softened as he saw Peter's sad face, "You were screaming, are you alright?"

That's when Peter noticed that tears were still falling from his tired eyes, if Stephen hadn't shaken him awake, he'd probably still be talking to you, even if it was all a dream, he craved to hear your voice, to see your face and your smile, things he hadn't seen in months.

He wanted to hear you tell him everything would be just fine, that he'd be able to have you in his embrace soon, but Peter knew better than anyone that they were just dreams.

"I'll leave you alone now, please clean up, this place is a mess." Was the last thing the doctor said before walking outside of Peter's room.

Peter remembered it clearly when they told him the love of his life had passed away from being shot close to the heart, no one could save you.

Those news affected Stephen more than they could ever affect anyone, he couldn't save his own child, the blame fell right on his and Peter's shoulders.

Peter walked into the kitchen, plates were piled up on the sink, waiting for someone to clean them up.

Your favourite coffee cup still stood where you had left it the morning you left for your mission with Peter, the lipstick stain still present on the edge of the cup, it was starting to fade.

Oh, if you saw the state he was in, Peter knew you'd be disappointed of him, but he didn't care.

He shook all the thoughts out of his head and proceeded to finally wash the pile of dishes that had been there for a while.

Petet couldn't even do simple things that would usually bring him joy, things like listening to music or Star Wars reminded him of you, of when you two would sing in the car, music loud as you screamed to the top of your lungs, of those precious moments when you weren't Spider-Man and Saturn, only Peter and Y/N.

As Peter quietly hummed to your favourite song, he couldn't help but remember those nights when you'd turn your music up and start dancing around the living room, sometimes, when he wasn't tired, he'd end up joining you and you'd both end up making up random choreographies to a song that randomly appeared on your playlist.

Peter missed you more than you'd ever know.

He moved on to clean the living room next, he started moving the couches around so he could clean up everything.

He bent down as a shirt with bright colours caught his eyes, Peter bent down to grab it, a sad smile was now present on his face, it was your old Zeppelin shirt, the one you had worn the night you banished from your room at the New York sanctum, Peter remembered spending hours looking for you only to find you at the very top of the Avengers Tower.

Peter remembered you confessing to him how lonely you'd feel, how much you needed someone to listen.

He knew you were young, many people had told you that you guys would regret moving together or even getting engaged at the young age of twenty-two, but both of you knew that was exactly what you wanted, to spend every moment next to each other.

All it took for him to lose you was when he decided to look Tony's way instead of yours, that night was still so clear, it was haunting him wherever he went.

You were no superhero, you were just trained to fight like Nat; you weren't even supposed to be fighting, you were supposed to stay behind on the jet with Sam, but you didn't listen.

Now Peter had to live with the guilt of losing you, and he would live with it forever.

"If you knew how much I need you."

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So I'm back with another update, anyways, I just watched the panel with Seb, Anthony and Tom and honestly, I know passes to conventions are anything but cheap, so if you ever get the chance to go to one of these, please treat all the actors and actresses well, because they take their time to be there so we can meet them, the last thing we should be towards them is disrespectful.

So yeah, that's all.

-Sarah xx