I would love a part 2!!! It was so well written that I really wanna cry right now because it was so sad! Keep up the good work!
Part 2 to the peter break up drabble?
yes to the part two to the peter thing💕
A/N: You asked and I delivered @kurtwxgners have fun my love
Peter finds you on the floor, sweater clutched in one hand, open ring box clutched in the other, and the second he realises what’s happened, his entire body tenses up, is face schooling it’s self into a carefully guarded expression.
“What’re you doing here?” His voice is brusque as he stands just inside the doorway, taking in the scene before him. You don’t even try to get up from the floor, just wipe helplessly at your eyes and take a deep steadying breath as you try to avoid looking at the ring or at Peter.
“I’m sorry. This is my fault,” you whisper, your gaze fixed deliberately on the wall in front of you. There’s a faint click as Peter swings the door shut behind him, and the tense silence in the room stretches out for what feels like an eternity, and the oppressive weight of your overwhelming guilt towers over you like a tidal wave. “I’ll-” you start, struggling up from your defensive position on the floor. “I’ll go. I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry. For all of it. You deserve better.” You carefully place the still open ring box on the dresser, and then turn to leave the room, but Peter is still blocking the door.
“It’s not all your fault,” he says suddenly, startling you. His voice is soft and cautious, but as he looks over at you, his gaze is resolute. “I mean-it is mostly. But I could have said something. And you wanted to leave. Proposing just to try and stop you felt like a dick move. But it’s not all on you. Guess I just wanted you to know that.” He steps aside, clearing the path to the door, but you’re rooted to the spot, eyes locked on him.
“I didn’t want to leave.” Your admission is quiet, your tone fraught with anxiety, but saying the words feels like letting go of a breath you’d forgotten you were holding. “I wanted to stay with you, be with you. I thought you were-god, I don’t know, cheating? Or something? I could tell you were lying to me, and I was scared and I ran, but it wasn’t what I wanted to do.” You can feel fresh tears sliding down your cheeks as you gaze back at Peter, silently pleading him to understand. His carefully constructed mask of indifference is collapsing, and the pain evident in his expression only redoubles the force of your guilt.
“So why didn’t you talk to me about it?” He asks, and for the first time since he came home and found you, his voice shakes slightly. “I was-It would have been-” he starts, and then breaks off, looking for the words. “It could have been so much simpler. You could have just talked to me.” The plaintive note of betrayal in his tone hits you like a punch in the face, and you’re surprised you don’t physically falter at the implied accusation, because he’s right. You should have tried to talk about it. But you didn’t.
“I was scared, and confused and hurt and I was stupid, and I’m so sorry, Peter. I didn’t-I don’t want to be broken up. I love you. I was wrong and I hurt you and I’ll never be able to apologize enough for that, but I want to be with you, if you still want me,” you finish, and your hands are shaking as you trail off quietly, dropping his gaze because you don’t want to see his reaction in case it’s a rejection. He doesn’t say anything, and you squeeze your eyes shut, as if physically bracing for his dismissal, but then you feel his hand brush tentatively against your own, slowly threading his fingers through yours, his other hand cautiously tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him.
“I’ve always wanted to be with you. I’m so in love with you. Why do you think I bought the ring?” He says gently, and you’re sure your eyes are glassy with tears, but his are wide with hope and there’s so much love in them, and so you can’t stop yourself when you lean forwards to press your lips softly against his. When you feel him let go of your hand to wind his arm around your waist, you’re pretty sure your heart actually leaps in your chest, because he’s here, and he’s kissing you, and he loves you. There are things you’ll need to talk about, more apologies to be made, a longer conversation about where the relationship goes from here to be had, but for now, you just give yourself over to the comfort of his arms around you and the way you can feel his heartbeat in his chest as he holds you close.
