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The Heartbreak Prince {p.p.}

chapter 4

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Bad Boy!Peter Parker x Reader AU

Summary: The heart is fragile. Easily broken, difficult to build back up, and Peter Parker knows that. Maybe his own heart is fractured and that’s why he goes around breaking others. Will you let him break yours?

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, enemies to lovers, suggestive conversations, language, underage drinking, violence, both reader and Peter are 18+

chapter 3 | series masterlist

You could hear the music coming from inside Flash’s house as you walked up the front steps with Betty and Ned. You were surprised the house wasn’t shaking with every beat of the bass. As soon as you stepped foot in the house, your senses were overcome with the smell of booze.

You could barely hear your own thoughts over the music, but you waded your way into the crowd.

“I need a drink,” Betty said over the music, leading you towards the bar that Flash had set up near the DJ station.

“Look who it is!” Flash yelled over the microphone. “Midtown’s newest and baddest attendee...(Y/N)!”

You whipped around to look at Flash, with wide eyes as suddenly all of the attention was on you.

“Let’s hear it for her, c’mon guys!” Flash edged on, earning cheers and applause. Your cheeks flushed, not used to this attention, but you just smiled sheepishly and grabbed one of the mixed drinks, taking a big swig.

“Wow, who knew I’d be friends with a celebrity?” Ned teased, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“Shut up,” you laughed, taking another sip. The fruity drink masked the effect of the vodka, but the effect was all the same. You felt it go right to your head, with a warm feeling tingling throughout your body with every sip.

Flash went back to mixing music, bumping to the beat while you hung out with Ned and Betty. Eventually, you met up with some of your newer friends that Ned and Betty had introduced you to, and you found yourself getting lost in the music, letting the alcohol consume you.

Halfway through the eighth song, you looked up and spotted Peter leaning against a wall with a red solo cup in his hand. He was by himself, but you were sure his goons weren’t far away. He was watching you, which immediately made you stop dancing, suddenly self-conscious. You thought you saw a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips, but it was probably just the alcohol.

“I’ll be back,” you said to Ned who was twirling Betty around.

You stalked over towards Peter, his eyes never leaving you as you got closer. He seemed amused when you approached him, a small glint of humor in his eyes. You really must have been drunk because you came over here with something in mind to say, but as soon as you were face to face, you couldn’t find your words.

Peter chuckled. “Is there something on my face?”

“What’s your deal?” you suddenly blurted out. “Sometimes you’re nice, and sometimes you’re a jerk.”

“Why do you care so much?” Peter asked, without any malice in his tone, but genuine curiosity.

In all honesty, you didn’t know why you cared so much. You didn’t know why your eyes were drawn to him in the hallways every time he walked by you, and you didn’t know why you wanted to pick his brain apart and find what made him tick. You didn’t know what it was, but it started since your first day at Midtown and you’d been hooked ever since.

“I don’t know,” you admitted.

Peter stared at you, with...was that admiration? Maybe it was the alcohol, but for once he didn’t look like he wanted to punch someone.

“Where are your friends?” you asked, clearing your throat as you took another sip of your drink.

Peter shrugged. “Probably with some girls.”

“And you’re not?”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?”

His words made your mouth go dry and your cheeks burn. You looked down at your Converse and shifted your weight, forcing yourself to not look vulnerable in front of him.

“Don’t be cheeky, Parker,” you spat. “You’d never have a chance with me.”

Peter smirked, humor in his eyes as he took a sip of his drink, never breaking his gaze from your own. You wanted to melt under his stare, but you stood your ground.

“Well isn’t this cute?” a voice sneered from behind you. Peter’s eyes instantly narrowed as you turned around and saw Jed Davenport standing behind you. His eyes went back and forth between you and Peter before he chuckled.

“Did she make you go soft, Parker?” Jed sneered. He took a step closer to you, and almost instinctively, Peter put his arm out and pushed you behind him.

“You shouldn’t be here, Jed,” Peter said.

“Why? I didn’t get suspended from parties. Just from school. Thanks to that bitch,” he spat, pointing at you.

“Hey-” you went to fight, but Peter’s arm held you back and you glared up at him.

“She broke my record for football. You know how many colleges were coming to see me play?” Jed continued.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been a dick then,” Peter said calmly. You wondered how he was managing to stay so calm. You were fuming already.

“Fuck off, Parker,” Jed spat. “Just because your girlfriend died doesn’t give you an ‘I am holier than thou’ pass.”

“Don’t talk about her,” Peter growled, his sudden calm composure melting away. You stared at Peter’s back, slightly shocked. You knew that he and Ned had a mutual friend who passed away a year ago, but you didn’t know that she was Peter’s girlfriend. You couldn’t imagine how he was feeling.

Jed scoffed. “Whatever. She was a freak anyways.”

It was like everything was suddenly in slow motion as the music blurred in your eyes. The yelling was louder than any of the music as Peter lunged at Jed. It only took a millisecond for him to begin beating the crap of Jed, again, but this time you stepped in, not wanting the cops to get called and for Peter to get in actual legal trouble.

You grabbed his arm as he went back for another swing, pulling him away with all of your strength. By now, Flash was running over with some of Peter’s other friends, pulling Jed away. You managed to stop Peter before he did as much damage as back in gym class, but Jed was definitely going to have a bruise in the morning.

Peter was still shouting profanities at Jed as you dragged him away and pushed your way into the nearest empty room, shutting the door behind you. As soon as the door was shut, it was like the rest of the world’s noise shut off and all you could hear was Peter’s heavy breathing.

You turned and saw him pacing, tugging at his hair as tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the bedroom floor. His face was red and his muscles were tense, and your heart broke for him.

“Peter,” you said, using his first name for once. You could still hear some of the commotion from outside as Flash was probably kicking Jed out of his house or calling the cops, but you tried to focus on calming down Peter.

“Peter, please, take a breath,” you encouraged, taking a cautious step towards him. He stopped pacing and looked up at you, letting his hands fall to his sides with an absolutely broken expression on his face. You inhaled sharply as you stepped closer, testing the waters to see how far he’d let you comfort him.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. He stared at you, his eyes glassy. “You need to breathe.”

Peter closed his eyes, a few tears running down his cheeks, as he inhaled deeply. You took his wrists gingerly and led him over to the bed, coaxing him to sit down. As soon as he was seated, he leaned forward on his knees and burying his face in his hands.

You gently rested your hand on his shoulder, feeling him breathe beneath your fingers.

“It’s okay,” you continued to whisper, over and over, hoping that that would bring him some sort of comfort. After a few minutes passed, and Peter’s breathing became more even, he sat up, and stared at the wall blankly. His eyes were still red and glossed over with tears, but he wasn’t hyperventilating anymore.

“It’s my fault she’s dead,” he said, his voice cracking and broken.

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. “It can’t be your fault.”

“But it is,” Peter cried, looking at you. “I wasn’t good enough, fast enough, and when-”

He stopped talking because if he continued talking he’d have to reveal his secret to you. That his enemies kidnapped MJ and Ned, his girlfriend and his best friend, because they wanted to get to him. To Spiderman. And by the time he showed up...she was already gone. He remembered kneeling over her lifeless body, cradling her in his arms as his sobs could be heard all over the city.

He had been so angry. So angry that he didn’t get there sooner. That he didn’t hide his identity better. Angry that Ned lived and MJ didn’t. As awful as that sounded and as awful as he hated himself for thinking it. He was just so so angry. So he turned on Ned, and everyone else around him because he blamed the world for taking MJ from him.

But your voice was so calm and soothing. It was gentle, and soft, and your hands were soft too, and he would never say it but just the one touch on his shoulder was enough to even his breaths. And you looked at him like he wasn’t a monster who let his girlfriend die and put his anger on the rest of the world. You looked at him like he was just Peter.

He looked at you, and saw your soft (E/C) eyes staring back at him. You didn’t press him for more information, but you continued to draw small circles on his shoulder, as an effort to keep him breathing.

“I just miss her,” he croaked, looking down at his lap.

“Of course you do,” you sighed. “I don’t blame you.”

Peter let out a sharp breath and ran a hand through his already messy hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly.

You looked at him, cocking your head to the side in confusion. “For what?”

“Just...y’know being an ass,” Peter shrugged. You looked down at your lap and nodded. You were starting to understand.

“Why don’t we go home?” you said after a few moments of silence. “This party isn’t that great.”

Peter chuckled lightly and nodded. “Please.”

You and Peter walked side-by-side in silence back to your shared apartment building. The sky was clear, with a bright moon looking down on both of you as you briskly walked, trying to avoid the cold. A breeze caused goosebumps to appear on your arm, and a shiver to run through your body. Peter stared at you for a moment, before he quickly slipped his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders.

“Oh you don’t need-”

“It’s fine. I’m wearing a long sleeve and you’re in a crop top,” Peter chuckled. You pursed your lips and gingerly slipped his jacket on. You weren’t expecting for him to smell like a mix of the ocean and vanilla, but those were the scents that rushed into your nose.

“Thanks,” you said softly. You continued your walk in silence until you reached your apartment building, both of your hurrying inside to escape the cold. As soon as you were inside, you handed the jacket back to Peter, despite his protests. He wouldn’t admit it, but he liked seeing you in his jacket.

“What floor?” Peter asked when you entered the elevator.

“Three.”

Peter pressed three and then five right after that.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” you asked as the elevator began to go up. Peter put his hands in his pockets and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I’ll be okay. Thanks.”

It was only two minutes after you shut your door to your apartment when you heard a soft knock. You had only taken your shoes off when you padded over to the door, looking through the peephole and seeing Peter standing in the hallway, his hands in his pockets still.

You opened your door, and Peter sighed.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” he said.

You smiled sadly and stepped to the side letting him in. “I figured.”

Peter walked in slowly, taking your apartment in. You were sure it wasn’t much different from his.

“My parents are out but we can watch a movie or something,” you offered, walking over to the kitchen to grab a bag of microwavable popcorn.

“That sounds nice,” Peter said softly. You weren’t sure if you were meant to hear that, but you smiled at him as you put the bag in the microwave before walking towards the living room.

“Are you a Disney fan?” you asked, switching on the TV.

“Yeah,” Peter almost whispered. You could tell he was still shaken up from earlier, and was probably still thinking about his dead girlfriend, so you tried to find something that would pull him from his dark thoughts. So you found one of your all time favorites, the Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back.

“You like Star Wars?” Peter asked, almost surprised as he looked towards you from the other end of the couch.

“Yeah, do you?”

“It’s my favorite movie series.”

You smiled. You weren’t exactly expecting that from him, he didn’t seem like the type to like Star Wars.

“Well then I picked a good one,” you chuckled. Peter smiled at you as the microwave finished popping the popcorn.

You got up from the couch to go grab it while Peter continued watching. When you came back over, you paused behind the couch, staring at Peter and taking him in completely. His cheeks were flushed and blotchy from crying, and his hair was a mess, but his eyes were glued to the screen, and you spotted a few freckles painted across his nose that you wondered if had always been there.

“Popcorn’s ready,” you said, breaking yourself from your trance and plopping down on the couch. You put the bowl between the two of you, and grabbed a blanket before tossing it to Peter.

“Oops,” you laughed when the blanket hit him in the face.

“Ow!” he whined, but you only laughed.

“Sorry,” you apologized with a grin as he peeked out from underneath the blanket. He narrowed his eyes at you, but you could see the humor behind them.

You and Peter continued to watch the movie in silence, Peter just happy to have some company and to be distracted by the movie. He was grateful you didn’t turn him away like you easily could’ve. Especially after how horribly he treated everyone around him.

About three-fourths through the movie, and two bowls of popcorn later, Peter glanced over, and saw you sleeping peacefully with your head on armrest of the couch. He found himself staring at your features, taking every single one of them in. He found a new distraction that wasn’t the movie and he liked it better. He smiled to himself, as a soft snore made its way from your lips.

He, as quietly as he could, placed the blanket he had over you completely, and shut the TV. He stealthily made his way out of your apartment and towards the stairs where he’d go up two flights to his own apartment. He didn’t know what time it was, but there was this warm fuzzy feeling in his heart after being with you that night.

And it terrified him.

chapter 5

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