Peter Parker Imagines

Lost Love Letters [Female!Reader]

A/N: This was going to be a series but it flopped upon posting and I lost my train of thought for it. Maybe one day I'll pick it up but ah, maybe not.

Eerily familiar handwriting on random envelopes had been haunting you the past few weeks. At first it seemed like harmless fun- like one of your old friends messing with you before you had to move away. Maybe it was their weird way of saying goodbye and wishing you well. You didn't want to leave, but you had to, your parents had no other choice. The world revolved around money and they had to follow it to live comfortably. You were just glad that you weren't overly attached to much in this town. Or perhaps a certain falling out with some people made you yearn for escape, who could tell.

The notes were nice at first, despite how you swore the handwriting was familiar. They were sweet, some reminders, some nice thoughts. "Treat yourself to something today." "It's going to be sunny and warm!" "A rainy day ahead, remember your umbrella!" "Yellow is your color today."

You didn't expect them to follow you to your new home, an apartment in New York. They became aggressive and were scattered in places no one should be able to leave notes. "CAN YOU READ THESE?", was found in your brand new notebook for your upcoming school year. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?", in your fresh laundry. "PLEASE. I NEED A RESPONSE.", in your locker. Today, inside your new box of Pop-Tarts, "PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO SAV_ ___", the writing was so aggressive, the rest was illegible. It also looked smeared by something, you couldn't pinpoint what. It was terrifying you, but anytime you tried to show someone, like your parents, it would disappear. You would lose it and even when you tried to explain, they didn't believe you. How could they? How would someone get a note into an unopened box of Pop-Tarts? In your fresh laundry without getting wet? In a brand new notebook? It made no sense whatsoever. Yet it was chilling you to the bone.

Who was this person? What did they want from you? Was this funny to them? Terrifying some poor girl- making her look over her shoulder at every corner and question everyone she saw? You just wanted a smooth move, a new start at a new school. It was Junior Year, just one more year of hell after that and you were free! You could get started on learning what pertained to your future career and nothing else! That's all you wanted, but here you were, scared out of your mind on the very first day of school. Lovely.

Your appetite was lost, no pop-tarts this morning- your body didn't agree with you though. Especially when you decided lunch wasn't an option either. You were scared to find another note in your mashed potatoes or some other odd place. You couldn't even tell if the pain in your stomach was nerves, or hunger- or even both. You just let it be, hoping that ignoring it would make your first day smoother.

It didn't.

You were stuck feeling nervous and just aching to be home. You were relieved once you were on that train- relieved and a little sad. You hoped you'd maybe make some friends or be interested in your new subjects, but you could barely make it through basics. You were too nervous and too tired to care about anything. It sucked- but maybe a good nap would help. A nap and maybe a snack. Your stomach really hurt- had you really gone all day without a bite to eat? Damn- these notes were really taking a toll, so much so you even felt queasy. It was not a good feeling, especially on the moving train. It was packed and you were stuck standing, holding onto one of the poles to stay balanced. Suddenly your bookbag weighed a ton and your legs felt like jelly, before you could register anything else, you were falling, and then you were out.

"Hey... can- -ou -ear -e? -ey! You- -otta -up! Oh- -ease, -ey! Up!"

Someones voice was going in and out of your head, calling out to you and begging you to come to. Your stomach still really hurt (and for some reason your head throbbed too?) and you felt faint. It felt like you were propped up against something- something hard and uncomfortable. Someone was grasping your shoulders and when you opened your eyes, dark brown ones were staring back at you. They belonged to some boy. He had a mess of short curls, they looked like he ran his hands through them like crazy. His face was panicked and a little flushed. You noticed little freckles littered across his nose and cheeks, very faint, but still a little noticeable. He was kinda- wait, why was he so close? What-

"You're awake! Oh thank god, I thought I'd have to call an ambulance! Are you okay?", he asked you, words coming out in a jumbled rush.

"What happened? Where am I?", you asked, seeing that you were no longer in the train, but at a stop.

"You fainted- your head kinda hit mine but that's not important. I had to take you off the train- this is my stop, but I don't know if it's yours, I'll pay for you to get back on if this isn't-"

"What? I fainted? Oh god- I hit you? I'm so so so-"

He cut you off with a firm shake of his head, "No, don't stress it! It's fine, I'm fine, are you though? You look a little sick."

"Uh- I think I'm good now. I should be- what stop are we at?"

"We're on the one at 9th Street. Are you sure? You look flushed- kinda like you haven't eaten a bite all day?"

That made you raise an eyebrow, "How could you get that just from my face?"

The boy shrugs, "I've forgotten to eat once or twice, I know the look. I have half a bag of gummy worms in my bag- unless that sounds super weird since I'm a stranger. I swear I just bought them this morning. I can show you the receipt unless that's still weird- I just really don't want you passing out-"

You cut him off with a casual wave of your hand, "Nah, I think I have a granola bar in my bag somewhere, probably crushed but still edible. I'll take you up on that offer another day. So you said 9th Street right? Lucky me, that's my stop."

He looked surprised, "Really? It's mine too! You sure you don't want some gummy worms? A granola bar isn't too filling.."

"Yeah but gummy worms won't give me energy will they?"

He shrugs, "Maybe, maybe not. Still filling. Uh.. I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Parker."

You smile a little, "I'm [Y/n]. [Y/n] [L/n]."

So began a nice conversation as he guided you to the nearest café for actual food. The two of you talked over some warm coffee and a doughnut or two. Perfect for the slow-dropping temperature. You got to know he went to Midtown, that one school you heard was for the academically gifted (in science mostly). He lived with his Aunt and seemed to love Star Wars. You told him of how you just moved here and started your first day, how you were getting used to taking the subways and finding your way around.

When today began, you had no idea you'd meet a friend so fast- that you'd click so easy. It was nice and it was comforting to know the entire day wasn't wasted. Your mind was free from worry, the anxiety over finding another letter was long gone as you walked home-

Only to return once you saw a white envelope lying on your bed. It was blank, no return address like always, but oddly no writing at all. With a hard swallow, you crept towards it and opened it up. The writing was still uncomfortably familiar, but it was neater. Calmer.

"I'm sure by now you've met him already. I remember that day like it just happened hours ago. It was wonderful. He's so nice isn't he? Easy going too? I miss it.

Listen, you're not going to believe me at first. I know it, but you need to try.

My name is [Y/n] [L/n]. I'm you at twenty-seven and counting. I know those other letters must have rattled you and I know it seems crazy, but I need you to listen. I need you to save him. I need you to save Peter Parker, or at the least, I need you to be able to let him go without a single regret.

You're going to love him. You're going to be scared of it, nervous to ruin what's been established. You shouldn't be. I regret never telling him. I regret losing him how I did. I never stopped loving him, I want him back. I want to change this future of mine please.

You have until the summer before Freshman year of college starts. Please, tell him. Don't let him go.

He dies before you get the words out.

You'll regret it. Every waking moment of your life, you will regret it.

I'm begging you."