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peeterparkr · 4 years

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perfidy;tom holland

teaser & prologue: the end of a beginning.

enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

teaser summary: the first & the last times.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: none I think, further chapters angsty, smutty

word count: 1k

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As you know, Limits of Desire is coming to an end so I’m starting this new series. I’m very excited for this! Maybe it’ll flop but I like the idea, so I hope you like it too!

per·fi·dy /ˈpərfədē/ (noun):

1: the quality or state of being faithless or disloyal: TREACHERY. 2: an act or an instance of disloyalty 3: deceitfulness; untrustworthiness.

When we walk in with the idea of a sworn enemy, it is expected to be deceived. One never walks into a war without expecting a battle, without expecting casualties. But you would have never guessed to be hurt in this way, not because you never thought he could stab you, but because you would have never guessed you’d feel this way by knowing he wanted to hurt you.

This wasn’t a first time he’d hurt you, but you thought you’d learned better. You’ve learned it before, he was not worth the aggravation. Yet there you were, in your way to apologize to your best friend for causing such a mess. You were sure neither Harry nor Emma wanted to see you. But you were even more sure that they didn’t want to see Tom.

You didn’t want to see him, because this wasn’t the first time Tom Holland had shattered your heart. It was the first time you shattered his, however. If you could even say that. And you were sure you had been both initially determined to hurt each other. Because both of you had twisted your words, and you’d both played with fire.

But right now, you were trying to figure out if it had only been only an act of playing pretend, you were trying to understand if you really had gone to the battle wanting to win. Maybe you were destined to lose. Because you were sure that even if you were now standing in the end, there was still a beginning.

Everybody talks about first times, but not the best ones. Not the ones that really settle in a relationship. Not the ones that you barely remember. But they’re important.

Everybody remembers the first kiss, the first date, the first time you slept together, the first time saying I love you.

No one remembers the first time you looked into each other’s eyes, or the first time your hands brushed against theirs, the first time you ran out of breath after laughing at a joke they made. The first time you hugged. The first time they reached out to pull back a lost strand of hair. The first time you ever shared fries or the first time they gave you a spoonful of whatever they were cooking. The first time they showed their ugly laugh or the first time you really turned into friends.

The first time that you ever saw them with different eyes, and the first time that you didn’t roll your eyes at a lame attempt to flirt. The first time you talked wholeheartedly. The first time you weren’t lying.

And nobody talks about the last times which turn into firsts. The last time you ever ignored each other, the first time you listened.

The last time you stayed up all night to wait for a text and the first time you ever feared they wouldn’t text back. The last time you said goodbye and the first time you’d be scared to say hello. The last time you fought and the first time you didn’t want to apologize. The last time you went to bed together and the first time you ever woke up without him.

Nobody talks about the last time you believed it was real, and the first time you ever let loose. Because it was a mistake, but all good things are, aren’t they? Miracles happened by accident. But this wasn’t an accident, this had been a perfectly crafted way of hurting each other.

Maybe the first times led to the last times. And you wondered if you had ever crossed his mind before. Because he was always roaming your mind. You were not supposed to fall in love with him, this was just a stupid bet, and this had been a stupid decision. But maybe he did hate you now, maybe it was always meant to be this way, with him not wanting to talk to you, not even having the energy to annoy you and with him not answering your calls or your texts, not even to call you names.

But nobody talked about betrayal, and how you shouldn’t even be angry about it because you had accepted the dare so nonchalantly and you knew what you were playing with. You were both wrong in this situation.

Had this been the sweet revenge you were looking for? Or had it been just a pathetic excuse just to get close to him and finally accept your feelings? Maybe this just meant you were both too proud to accept it. But you were hurt, too.

And now there you were, wondering what you had done wrong, wanting to turn back time so you had said no to that dare. Because, then it wouldn’t have hurt that much. Both playing pretend but both letting each other fall.

But you remembered a first time, the first time you met, the first time you crushed on him and the last time he hurt you and the day you had promised yourself you’d never think of Tom Holland as anything but an asshole whom you would never trust, and you remembered that from a very young age you’d promised yourself that you’d never get tangled in his charms. Because they were not true.

But you weren’t really one to talk now about truthful charms and you couldn’t say anything because you were no better than him.

But Tom Holland was so vain, and arrogant and too proud of himself. And everything revolved around him. Even your mind and your heart right now. But it was Tom, the idiot you’ve sworn you’d hate your whole life and the one who annoyed you whenever he strutted into a room.

This was Tom, there was no reason to cry. You’d always say it: ‘I’d rather have grounds in my coffee than spend 5 minutes with him.’ Yet you were crying.

But there are first times, and there are last times. It’s just a matter of retrospective to see if its the end of a beginning or the beginning of an end, even if both of you showed how big of perfidy you can pull.

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parkerpeter24 · 4 years

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Roses Are Red ~ Peter Parker 💕

Part-1 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series

Warnings: fluff and nothing more.

You picked up the roses from the table and grabbed your backpack from the chair. There were six roses in total four of which were yellow. To say that you were excited for the day was an understatement. You were ready for this week from the start of the month.

You made your way to the school not before grabbing a sandwich offered by your mum and kissing her cheek. You left a white rose for her inside her dresser as her favorite colour was white.

Peter was, like always, in front of your locker with Ned, probably talking about Star Wars. Your heart beat increased as you saw his brown curls set properly with the help of a lot of gel. You hid the bunch of roses behind your back as soon as his eyes met yours and a large grin adorned his face.

You walked up to them, “Good morning, weirdos.” You greeted and waved your free hand at them. They replied simultaneously, as you opened your locker stuffing five of the roses inside them and slipping one into your bag secretly. You took out your English book and shut the door of your with a little extra force when Ned tried to peek inside, making both of them flinch. You started walking towards your first class, which was with MJ.

Some students were already sitting in the class, chatting and some front benchers were into the sonnet that was being taught in the class. You walked to your regular seat and sat beside MJ who was reading her book on human biology. You took out the rose from your bag carefully and placed it in front of her.

“A Black rose?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow in a typical MJ style.

“Do you not know what day it is?” You asked and sighed when she sat there without any expressions on her face. “Today’s rose day and I know that you love the colour.” You said, aiming your hand towards the rose placed on the desk.

“So, there’s one for me and...” She trailed off, closing the book and placing it aside.

“And?” You asked.

“I know you brought one for Peter.” She smirked. A blush crept up to your cheeks on the mention of his name. But you shushed her, “It’s red, isn’t it?”

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You met Ned in Chemistry where you gave him a yellow rose, one you gave to Betty and one to Flash.

When you met Peter at lunch, you were expecting him to ask you for a rose, and he did, “Ned told me that you were handing out roses to your friends?” He asked as soon as he placed his tray on the table. Ned and MJ still hadn’t arrived at the table so it was just the two of you, “Am I not your friend or you ran out of roses?” He asked, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

“I’m sorry Pete, but I don’t have a yellow rose for you.” You pouted. You could see the disappointment in his face however hard he tried to hide it. “Yellow’s not your favorite colour anyway. What is it?”

He had a look of disbelief spread across his face and you couldn’t help but laugh almost knocking your tray down, “You don’t know my favorite colour?” He asked and you shook your head, still laughing over his expression. He smiled, starting at you while you were busy laughing, “It’s re-”

“Yo, Penis Parker! Your girlfriend gave me a rose today. Didn’t you get one?” He yelled from the other corner of the room making all the noises to die down. A hot feeling settled onto your cheeks and your eyes grew wide.

Lucky for you, MJ came in to save the day and told Flash to piss off. Thankfully the conversation was soon diverted from the topic to things like Spanish test and degrading the food of canteen as Ned joined the table.

When the last bell for the day rang across the school, you knew Peter would be off to his Stark internship soon and you wouldn’t have the time to give him the roses. You rushed out of your class and towards the subway.

You could’ve given him the rose at anytime of the day. There were several moments, like, in the morning when he stood by your locker, or in the second period when he sat with you, or in the lunch before Flash ruined it, or in the fifth period, when the class was nearly empty. But there was only one reason as for why you couldn’t do it, it needed courage, and that you didn’t have in front of Peter.

Talking of Peter, “Pete!” You yelled at the top of your lungs as soon as you saw him, coming to a halt beside him. You breathed heavily as you supported yourself on your knees. He stopped, staring down at your figure as you caught your breath. You grinned widely at him as you stood up straight. He loved the sight of you when you were all-

He just loved the sight of you anyway. You had that contagious smile that would make it’s way to his face. “Hey. What’re you doing here?” He breathed out finally.

“I’m here to give you... this.” You pulled out the two roses from your bag. “You can choose one from these, but I wanted to give you the red one.” Your voice became smaller with every word that escaped your mouth and it was a mere whisper at the end. Thanks to Peter’s heightened senses that he could hear what you said. There was a moment of silence and you thought that you messed it up.

“But you said that you didn’t have a rose for me?” He was confused. You could tell by the tone of his voice.

“I never said that.” You said with a small smirk playing on your lips.

“No, I’m sure you said that-” He stopped, remembering what you actually told him when he asked you for a rose.

“I’m sorry Pete, but I don’t have a yellow rose for you.”

“Oh...” He trailed off before laughing nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “Smart move.” He said making you smile.

You looked up to meet his eyes before slightly extending your hand holding the roses towards him, “I wanted to give you the red rose because I do know that your favorite colour is red and I really really like you.” You said finally letting the words out in the air. “You can take eith-” You were rambling and Peter loved it when you did so. He loved to listen to your voice. But he loved what he did next more.

He leaned down and placed a quick peck on your lips. You looked at him unbelievably and he was all red in a second. You smiled at him standing on your tippy-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He kissed back, placing his hands on your waist as your free hand reached to tug the curls at the back of his head.

Both of you parted, taking a deep breath. Peter laughed nervously and you placed the red rose in his hand. You turned around and started to walk away from him, “Bye, Peter.”

“Bye, (y/n).” He sighed dreamily, “Oh, wait. (Y/n)?”

You turned around to face him once more, “Yeah.”

“Happy rose day.”

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dontmindthefangirling · 5 years

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The Heartbreak Prince {p.p.} - Masterlist

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, violence

prologue chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8 chapter 9 - coming soon

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dear-selena · 5 years

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All I See (Peter Parker x Soulmate! Reader): Epilogue

Peter x Reader Soulmate!AU

Summary: You live in a world where women start to gain color when they meet their soulmate, but they cannot see all the colors at once until they’ve united with them. Peter Parker is your soulmate, but he has no idea. You want to tell him about the colors you see, but are afraid to. Sometimes, girls can be malicious with the soulmate troupe, and you don’t want Peter to think you’re doing the same. So you keep quiet, and experience one color at a time.

It isn’t until Liz Allan comes in the picture that all you see is green, and you hate it.

A/N: Hello! Sorry it took so long to put out this bonus installment. I hope you all enjoy a final wrap up for this story. I am currently writing another Peter Parker x Reader story, so if you’d like to be updated on that, hmu!

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The next two months flew by.

Now that Peter knew he’s your soulmate, he’s practically never left your side. He’d walk you to almost all your classes, ate lunch with you, and make sure you got home safe from school. In the evening, he’d give you a visit as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man after his day of crime fighting, and stay until you were ready to fall asleep for the night.

Word got around that you and Peter were soulmates, and the reactions people had were quite positive. Your parents were relieved that you finally worked things out with him, and always welcomed Peter into your house when he came over in civilian form. Ned was quite surprised, but nevertheless was excited for the two of you. MJ even acknowledged that you finally made your move, but still never let go of how long and dramatic the process was.

With yours and Peter’s relationship growing at a steady pace, you couldn’t have been happier. Your vision danced in yellow and pink mostly, and when a color like blue, red, or purple ever showed up, you did your best to communicate it with him. It wasn’t that easy though, as you had developed a serious habit of bottling your emotions in. But Peter was always patient, and would talk everything through with you.

Needless to say, he was the perfect soulmate.

About two months after you and Peter started seeing each other, the two of your found yourselves studying for finals in Peter’s bedroom. After discovering that you needed at least a B+ on your AP Physics final to pass the class, Peter decided to put crime fighting on hold to help you out. You hated to admit that you were struggling. After all, your soulmate was a genius and passing all his classes with flying colors. Asking him for help made you feel awkward, especially when it came to a make-it-or-break-it grade.

However, you didn’t mind when he helped you, as your vision always turned pink when he did.

You were sprawled out on his bed, holding your notebook above you while he sat up straight with your textbook quizzing you. “Peterrrrrr,” you whine, dropping your notebook on your face. “I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

Peter looks at you and laughs. “You’re just going to give up that easily? You’re doing good so far.”

“But my brain hurts,” You complain sitting up. “Can I just take the L on this one?”

Peter closes your textbook and takes your hands in his. “(Y/N), it’s okay. You got this! You’ve been doing really well. If you want to take a break though, we definitely can.”

You lean your forehead against his. “Yes please.”

Peter smirks and kisses you lightly on the lips. You close your eyes and cup his cheek, ultimately deepening the kiss. Your mind starts to melt as you feel your soulmate kiss you harder and harder, grabbing your waist protectively. His lips are soft and move in perfect sync with yours. Eventually, you fall back on Peter’s bed and he follows you, lips never leaving yours. As you continue to kiss your soulmate, thoughts run through your mind of how lucky you feel to have someone like Peter in your life. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve started thinking of him as the love of your life. It makes sense, after all he’s your soulmate. But you still have yet to tell him those three innocent words.

You feel Peter pull away and caress your cheek. Smiling, you slowly opening your eyes. You expected to see Peter colored in the familiar pink shade you’ve come to love. However, when you open your eyes, you see Peter staring at you with loving eyes and colors that you’ve yet to discover.

But you suddenly remember what people have told you.

His hair is brown.

His skin is pale.

His lips are pink.

You absorbed Peter’s appearance, filled with so many colors. He was smiling at you, but his smile slowly started to fade as he saw you blink rapidly. You suddenly sit up and look at the world around you. The walls of Peter’s bedroom were a dull shade of blue and his bedsheets were gray with green and blue plaid stripes. You look down at yourself to see that you’re wearing a yellow blouse and white shorts. Outside Peter’s window, you see buildings with red bricks and an evening sky that’s painted purple and pink. Your heart starts to swell as you feel tears prick your eyes.

“(Y/N), are you okay?”

You look at Peter and take in his appearance one more time as you let tears fall. Putting your hand through his hair you whisper “Your hair… it’s brown!”

Mesmerized by how beautiful his brown locks are, you barely registered the confusion on his face. You look back down at him and take in his appearance. “And you’re wearing a blue sweater! And black jeans! And oh my god your room is so colorful…” You look around once again, tears falling rapidly in pure awe.

Peter slowly realizes what had happened. “(Y/N), you gained your colors?!?!”

You look back at Peter and you see his smile is growing wider by the second. Before you know it, Peter takes the back of your head and kisses you strongly. “(Y/N),” He says as he pulls away, tears starting to prick his eyes. “I love you so much. I’m so happy you’re my soulmate.”

“Peter, I love you too. God I love you so much.”

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spider-manholland · 5 years

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I’m Still Hurting | Peter Parker

part six of the mending hearts mini-series

Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader

Warning(s): angst, fluffy flashbacks, swearing, Far From Home spoilers

Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.

Requested by @decaffeinated-turtle

Author’s Note: I’m terribly sorry that my updates have been slow lately. I’m currently away for my cousin’s wedding and I’m the maid of honor so I’ve been really busy. I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.

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The moment you found out what was on the itinerary for the class trip to Paris you lost all of your energy on wanting to go. And you tried everything, like everything you could think of but nothing worked. You tried faking that you were sick but the whole “you don’t have a fever so you’re fine,” thing happened with Mr. Harrington so that plan was ruined.

So there you were, walking through the same city you used to think was beautiful but now found horrifying, filled with memories that you tried so hard to forget but know you never can.

The memories were like deep cuts to you, wounds that you’ve tried to stitch shut for so long but always end up opening up all over again.

“Hey,” you were suddenly torn out of your thoughts at the sound of Brad’s voice, seeing him appear next to you as you and the rest of your class stepped out of the very long train, all exhausted from the ten hour journey. “You doing alright? I couldn’t help but notice that you sat by yourself the entire ride here.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded, smiling reassuringly. “Just wanted to be alone, that’s all.” You and Brad stayed near the back of your class as you all made your way towards the train station’s exit and stood by the bus stop. “Why? Did you want to sit next me? You seemed pretty comfortable next to Flash.” You teased, smirking when Brad playfully rolled his eyes.

“Oh please,” Brad scoffed, “I love the guy and all, but he never knows how to stop talking. I swear I thought my mind was going to explode if I heard him say something about Spider-Man one more time. Plus,” he paused, letting his hand slightly brush against yours. “I would’ve rather sat next to you but Flash already pulled me down with him and I didn’t want to be rude-”

“Brad,” your hand grabbed onto his bicep, cutting him off. “It’s okay, you don’t need to explain yourself. Like I said, I wanted to be alone.”

“Alright, just wanted to make sure.” Brad smiled, relieved that you weren’t upset with him. “So, what are you most excited for to see in Paris?” He asked, picking up his bag that was resting on the floor against his leg when the large bus meant for your class pulled up in front of you guys. “I really want to go to the Eiffel Tower.”

Peter wants to take MJ there, you felt your heart stop at the sudden reminder, remembering when you accidentally overheard Peter tell Ned his entire plan on confessing his feelings to MJ on the plane ride to Venice. Brad couldn’t help but notice the softened expression on your face, immediately feeling guilty when realizing what he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” He frowned, “I heard from Betty about Peter’s plan-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted him, putting on your fakest smile. “You don’t need to keep apologizing for stuff that isn’t your fault.” You gave his bicep a small, reassuring squeeze. “And I’m not really excited for anything. I’ve seen pretty much everything the last I came here.”

“Oh that’s right, you came here with-” he paused, smiling sympathetically. “Sorry, again.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you gently pushed past him to step onto the bus where the rest of your class were already at. You then sat down on one of the empty seats, Brad sitting beside you, both of you sharing quick smiles before he pulled out his own pair of earphones and began to listen to his music.

You didn’t realize how long you kept your gaze on Brad until you heard him clear his throat, staring at you with a small smirk on his lips. “Is there something on my face or you just enjoy staring at me?”

“W-What?” You froze, your eyes wide and your cheeks turning bright pink from embarrassment. “N-No, there’s nothing on your face, and I don’t like s-staring at you.” You stuttered, shaking your head.

“Whatever you say, sweet cheeks.” He chuckled, returning his attention back towards his phone. “Sweet cheeks?” You questioned, feeling your cheeks become even more brighter and your heart flutter at his nickname for you. “What?” Brad shrugged, heat also traveling up his neck and up to his face. “Whenever you blush your cheeks remind me of my favorite candy, Strawberry Taffy, and they’re sweet. Sweet cheeks.”

“You’re an idiot.” You giggled, shaking your head as you pulled out your book from your backpack and began to read it, unaware of the pair of brown eyes that belonged to none other than Peter Parker, who watched and heard the entire conversation between you and Brad, can’t help but feeling his heart beat anxiously at the sight of you two.

But the longer he stared at you the more he get his heart beat slowly turn from anxious to warmth when his eyes then traveled down to your chest - not pervertedly - and landed on the Red Dragon necklace that he got for you, resting on your chest.

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After you and your entire class got to the hotel and settled in, everyone was now walking around the city, following Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell as they led you all to the first destination on your guys’ itinerary.

“Where are we going anyway?” Brad asked, who was walking beside you near the back of the class, sweat beading on his forehead from the heat and exhaustion. “We’ve been walking for nearly two hours. Mr. Harrington,” Brad called out for your guys’ teacher. “Are we almost there?”

“Don’t worry, Brad,” Mr. Harrington replied, glancing back towards his student before returning his gaze back to the city map he held in his hands. “The Pont des Arts is just on the other side of the block.”

“Pont does Arts?” You questioned, feeling yourself freeze in your spot and your heart stop at the mention of the one place you completely despised. The one place that made your mind get consumed by what used to be heartfelt memories but was now replaced by dark, empty ones. “W-We’re going there?”

Peter was the first to notice your frozen state, concern and worry immediately filling his veins but before he could get the chance to confront and comfort you, Brad beat him to it.

“Hey, you okay?” You felt Brad’s hand on your arm, shaking you back to reality, turning to face him and see concern clear in his eyes. “Y-Yeah,” you lied, shaking your head, trying to hide the crack in your voice as the memories you’ve tried so hard to forget began to resurface in your mind and remind you of all the times your heart used to be bright. “I-I’m fine.”

You were there, standing on the Pont does Arts, or what others know it as the “Lock Bridge”, admiring the many different locks, both old and brand new. You found them all beautiful and unique in their own way. But you couldn’t help but wonder, how many of these loves actually lasted?

You didn’t realize how focused you were on them until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, a chin resting on your shoulder. “Hello, pretty lady.” You smiled at the sound of Peter’s low voice in your ear, your knees going weak when he pressed a soft kiss against your neck. “Hey, handsome.” You blushed, placing your hands over his, feeling your heart flutter at his delicate touch.

“I got us something.” Peter said, causing you to turn to face him and see him dig for something in his front pocket. “Oh my god,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hands when saw him pull out a simple lock, your initials along with his written on it with marker. “Are you sure? We’ve only been dating for a year-”

“-and three months and six days exactly,” Peter finished, grinned widely and nodding his head. “Of course I’m sure. Are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, your smile getting even more bigger when Peter leaned down and pressed a quick, passionate kiss against your lips. Peter then grabbed your hand pulled you down with him, the both of your kneeling in front of the railing where dozens of different locks already were.

You watched as Peter slowly unlocked your guys’ copper colored lock and attached it to the metal railing. You then felt his hand slip into yours and gave it a small squeeze as the two of you stood back up onto your feet and stared at your guys’ shared lock. “It’s perfect.” You smiled, standing up on your tip toes and pressing a quick kiss on Peter’s cheek. “I love you so much, Peter Parker.”

Peter swore he never felt his heart beat so hard before from your words. Yes, you’ve told each other “I love you” before but right now, in this moment, the two of you being in the City of Love and practically sealing your love for each other, that’s when Peter knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.

“I love you with all my heart, Y/N L/N.”

It’s was like going through the worst pain you have ever felt all over again but this time, it’s a hundred times worse. There were you, standing on the Pont des Art with the rest of your class, staring at the lock that you and Peter left nearly a year ago—when your relationship was strong and where you thought you would be with him forever. Oh, how wrong you were.

You tore your gaze away from the now slightly dirty lock and turned to face where your class was, seeing them also admiring all the different locks that covered the bridge, your heart clenching in your chest when seeing Peter and MJ standing beside each other very closely, their hands brushing against each other every now and then, both checking out the same lock. You then felt your eyes drift off towards a medium-size rock that was on the ground and it was like all the pent up anger and heartache you’ve kept locked away took over and finally exploded, because next you knew you were bashing the rock against you and Peter’s lock, completely unaware of the confused and concerned stares you were recieving from your classmates.

Thoughts of all the nights you spent crying over Peter, every date he missed without an excuse, every text and call that was forgotten, every day you wondered what caused your what used to be strong relationship with him to collapse consumed your mind and fueled your anger, making you bash the rock onto the lock harder and harder until it finally broke and the sound of it clattering onto floor breaking you from your strance, your breathing heavy and your eyes filled with tears.

No words came out of your mouth, only tears streaming down your face as you stared at your class before walking away, ignoring the calls you were getting from your teachers and Brad. All you wanted was to be alone.

As the rest of your class left the Pont des Arts, Peter decided to stay behind, curious to see what you were so aggressive towards. But when seeing the lock you two left behind almost a year ago—or six if he was being specific because of the “blip”, Peter swore he could feel his heart ache inside his chest and drop into the pit of his stomach.

The lock was broken, just like your guys’ love for each other.

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Let me know if you want to be part of this series taglist or my permanent one.

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tomhollandfics · 3 years

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maybe the series anonymous is looking for is 'please don't break my heart' by @spider-manholland <3

thank you so much!! xxx

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strsburn · 2 years

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😭 movie/fic that makes you emotional & 🧁fav dessert

Congrats on 1k again! 🥳

thank you love!! hmm there's so many movies that make me emotional, but i will have to choose coco and war horse. god those movies never fail to bring me to tears

also fic wise, the mending hearts series by @spider-manholland

and scorned by @honeyloverogers

my favorite dessert is sugar cookies or cookies in general

#askmari #mari's asks #bizzarebarnes #i love my mutuals

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peeterparkr · 4 years

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In Lod what is a happy, post-fic headcanon you have about Tom and reader?

OOOF, here’s a little blurb of it...

Tom’s proposal.Blurb inspired by Limits of Desire.

Tom proposed just before Haz and Lizzie’s wedding, if we’re honest, he had wanted to wait, but he just couldn’t, and it hadn’t been like he’d planned it. He had wanted to do it somewhere very nice, he’d planned to do it on a very nice place.

But he was carrying the ring around everywhere since his mother had given him his grandma’s ring. Yes, he didn’t buy it, no tiffany blue box in his drawer this time, it was more emotional.

And if we’re honest, Tom had wanted to get down on one knee since he had first seen her in that Megara costume. But they both knew that they had a lot to do, they had to settle in a relationship, which, if we’re honest, was very... very easy. They’d just translated old habits into a relationship, and now, thank you very much, they could kiss all day and there was no trouble. And it was very nice, very domestic and intimate, and perfect.

Even when it wasn’t, they weren’t a perfect couple, of course. They’d sometimes have fights, like all couples do, but they loved each other too much to let it sting. Tom would let her cry, and then eventually she’d come back looking for him.

There was a constant in their relationship, they were best friends first and a couple second. If that made any sense, because they’d listen to each other, and they’d cheer the one up. It was never 50/50... It’d be 80/20, or 30/70. But they both gave their 100%. Maybe that’s why it worked. Best friends who happened to be in love with each other.

Even when Tom was away, that’s when things got hard. Only because they’d miss each other too much, until they realized they really didn’t have to be away. Y/N started travelling along with him.

But overall, the relationship was fun. They’d even joke about the events they’d gone through like whenever they’d be walking down a supermarket, they’d joke about y/n running from the aisle, or if Tom would take time to say something they’d joke about having to go back to Mexico so he could finally know what he’d say.

There had been times when Tom was ringless, and he would blurt out the question randomly, ‘hey y/n, if I asked you to marry me would you say yes?’

and then she’d answer ‘Dunno, maybe... but I’ll run away’.

It’d been weird, just before y/n had been so happy about weddings, and she was even writing about them but now... It seemed that she didn’t need it, she only wanted Tom.

But then he had a ring, and he stopped asking it because he didn’t want her to suspect anything. She didn’t.

And then, he’d have reservations in fancy restaurants, or he’d prepare very romantic nights... But that wasn’t it. He thought: the right moment will come. But he knew it had to be something spectacular, he couldn’t do expect anything else, you know? It was y/n, not any other girl, it was y/n.

The girl had been writing amazing things about him, and after all, they’ve gone through, he needed to tell her he loved her in the biggest way, the world had to know it, you know?

But he was conflicted because he knew y/n wasn’t... a big fan of BIG PDA, she was simple. But of course, this couldn't be simple.

But Tom couldn’t wait anymore, and when Haz had gotten engaged, Tom was so stressed. Why hadn’t he proposed yet? Even if y/n wasn’t pushing him to do it, and she barely mentioned it...Everyone else would. Her friends. His friends. His family. Her family. ‘When’s your turn?’

Haz had proposed quicker to Lizzie, and Tom, even after all those years, he was still waiting?

But Tom didn’t know if y/n wanted to get married, because of course, last time she was about to...Well, we know where that ended. But Tom couldn’t stop hinting it. He’d say stuff like: ‘Our wedding will be prettier, it’ll have nicer colors.’ ‘Our wedding will be bigger’ ‘I want to see you on your wedding dress already’ ‘When we get married, there’ll be fireworks’

But he... couldn’t find the right time. It was until the day before Liz and Haz’ wedding when he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

And maybe y/n was super tired because let’s face it, Lizzie sounds like one crazy bridezilla, so maybe she called him like: “Hey, let’s order a pizza, and watch some movies and forget there’s a wedding tomorrow.”

And they were laughing at life, and cuddling and just enjoying the moment, you know? Cuddled against each other, and it felt like any other day they’d gone through. And Tom knew it, Tom finally knew it. He didn’t need anything else, he didn’t need a big wedding, he didn’t need the fireworks and he didn’t need the fancy restaurants.

He didn’t need anything else, not a big wedding, not... anything, he just needed to know he’d spend the rest of his life with her.

So he popped the question.... And he said it, that in a few years that’s all he needed, a couch, a movie on and y/n in his arms, he didn’t ask for anything else but for her to love him for the rest of their lives.

Needless to say, a ring was then on her hand.

And it was a good thing that they didn’t want a perfect wedding, even if they had planned one. It was a good thing that y/n and Tom both knew that in the end, it only mattered that she was walking down the aise to spend the rest of their lives togehter.

It’s a good thing they didn’t care if the wedding had been ruined, it’s a good thing that they didn’t mind if it wasn’t perfect. Trust me, it wasn’t.

Y/N had said: ‘everything that could go wrong, will go wrong’, and damn right she was... But that’s another story.

i’ll tag people from LOD because I feel like I left you guys with a lot of questions.

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spider-manholland · 5 years

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Guilt | Garfield Logan

Pairing(s): Garfield Logan x Male Reader

Warning(s): swearing, some angst, fluff

Summary: The guilt of not being able to save Jason from Deathstroke was tearing Gar apart, and everyone around seems to be attacking him for it. Except for you, his boyfriend.

IMPORTANT Author’s Note: I’m gonna be working on an upcoming Gar Logan mini-series so stay on the look-out for that and let me know if you want be part of my “Garfield Logan” taglist.

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You never really understood your powers. Having the ability to feel other people’s emotions was everything except easy. It was like anytime you felt someone’s emotion your head ached. But whenever you felt more than one person’s emotion your entire mind would feel like it was on fire, and that’s exactly how you were feeling right now when Gar stepped back into the tower and was immediately bombarded by the others, everyone ganging up on him, screaming, shouting.

Your mind felt like it was going to explode from the all the emotions you were feeling at the moment. Anger, frustration, guilt, regret, each emotion just fueling the fire that was spreading across your brain.

“How could you and Jason be so stupid?” Dick continued to shout towards Gar, who’s eyes were filled with guilty tears and his lips frowning. “We all told you both how dangerous Dr. Light was and what he could do, and you and Jason still went after him-”

“Enough!” You suddenly snapped, causing everyone’s eyes to widen and silence fill the room as they all stared at you. You never shouted before so you thought that’s why everyone was so shocked at your sudden outburst. But what you didn’t know was the blood that was tricklying down your nose and some coming out of your eyes. “Can’t you all see that he already r-regrets-” You slowly began to feel yourself becoming dizzy, your vision getting blurry.

“H-He regrets what he d-did-” You tried to finish but then you felt your entire body suddenly give up and everything around you became black.

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You found yourself in your room after your sudden blackout, your mind still aching but this time there was only one emotion running through it. Anger. You slowly pulled yourself out of your bed, wincing at the pounding feeling inside your head but ignored it as you left your room and followed where the negative emotion was coming from.

After walking through the tower, trying to follow the emotion you stumbled upon the control room. You were about to enter it but then froze when you suddenly heard Gar’s deep voice shouting, “Screw you!”

Rachel was soon marching out of the room with an angered expression on her face. You opened your mouth to say something but she was already walking past you. You continued to step inside the control room, your footsteps squeaking against the hard floor, catching Gar’s attention.

“If you’re here just to yell at me then leave.” Gar snapped, his eyes still focused on the large computer screen in front of him. “I’m not here for that.”

Gar immediately whipped his head around at the sound of your voice. He expected the footsteps to be Dick’s or one of the others, not your’s. You were suppose to be asleep.

“Hey, what are you doing up? You should be resting.” You couldn’t help but feel yourself smile at the concerened tone of his voice, your mind feeling his emotion changing from anger to worry. “I’m fine, Gar.” You replied reassuringly, shaking your head and walking towards him, wrapping one of your hands over his bicep while the other rested on his back comfortingly. “How about you? How you’re feeling right now?”

Gar didn’t say anything other than shrug his shoulders, the feeling of his body tensing making you frown. “I honestly don’t know how to feel right now.” Your eyes clenched shut, wincing when your mind was suddenly with all different kinds of emotions. Gar immediately noticed your pained expression on your face, wrapping his arm around you on instinct, pulling your body close to his and pressing a soothing kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry,” he apologized, making you chuckle softly and lean up on your tiptoes so that you could give his lips a quick peck. “You gotta stop apologizing, Gar. You can’t help how you feel, and there’s nothing neither of us can do to stop me from feeling it.”

Gar only nodded, understanding what you meant but that still didn’t stop him from feeling guilty. “Can I ask you something though?” He asked, continuing when you just nodded. “How did you feel when you found out I left with Jason and went to the sewers to go look for Dr. Light?” Just as you were about answer Gar was quick to add, “And be honest.”

“I was pissed.” You answered after a brief silence, your heart aching at the sight of Gar frowning. You reached up and cupped his face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “But I’m not anymore. All I care about right now is that you’re okay.”

“It’s all my fault that Jason was taken.” Gar suddenly confess, “Maybe if I stayed with him and didn’t split up I could’ve helped him. He wouldn’t have been taken if I was-” You cut him off by gripping his chin and making his tearful eyes meet yours. “You gotta stop blaming yourself for this. And I know you probably don’t wanna hear this but the only person at fault right now is Jason. He put this on himself.”

“But-” Gar tried your interject but you shook your head, cutting him off again before continuing, “But nothing, Garfield.” That’s when Gar knew you were serious, because you hardly ever call him by his entire first name. “There’s nothing you could’ve done to stop him. No matter what you would’ve chose to do at the moment, Jason still would’ve went, with or without you.”

“You did all you could’ve done, Gar.” You mumbled softly, stroking his cheek. “You have to stop beating yourself up for this, you understand?”

Gar only nodded, his arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you up against his chest, his face resting in the crook of your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled, heat rushing up to your cheeks at feeling his lips running along your neck, your arms wrapping around his own neck and pulling him close enough to you to where there’s no space between the both of you. “Love you too, Garfield.”

“And please, don't do anything stupid anymore...”

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spider-manholland · 5 years

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Please Don’t Break My Heart | Peter Parker

part one of the mending hearts mini-series

Pairing(s): Ex!Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, Brad Davis x Female Reader

Warning(s): angst, whole lotta angst, small hints of fluff if you squint closely, swearing, mentions of cheating (but not actually), implications of smut, Far From Home spoilers

Summary: Sometimes it takes losing the person you once loved to make you realize how much they still mean to you.

Requested: Yes / No @decaffeinated-turtle

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You knew it was only a matter of time this would happen, you just wished it never came. You lifted your heavy-weighted head up from your lap to stare at your boyfriend, Peter Parker that stood in front of you, your eyes filled with tears as you watched him stand there awkwardly, his hands laced together.

“I don’t understand.” Of course you understood why this was happening. Ever since the “blip”, when everyone that disappeared five years ago came back Peter was never the same. He became distant, never answered your phone calls or replied to your texts, missed dates. He would go days without talking to you. “I-Is it me?” You asked, pointing at yourself. “D-Did I do something wrong for making you feeling this way-”

“No, it’s not you!” Peter immediately replied, shaking his head. “I-I just...” His voice trailed, his eyes flashing something you rarely saw him show. Guilt. “I don’t love you anymore.”

I don’t love you anymore. Those words were like sharp knives, each one stabbing repeatedly in your chest. “I have feelings for someone else.” And that’s when you felt your heart finally break, shattered into a million pieces and slowly falling into the pit of your stomach.

“Who?” You felt yourself instantly ask, but you didn’t need an answer because everything began to piece together. It was Michelle Jones. It all made sense to you. The glances they shared during classes. The times they sat together at lunch, just themselves. Walking home with one another. The whispering between each other in the middle class changes. “Oh my god,” you gasped, tears spilling from eyes. “Oh my god!”

“I’m so sorry,” Peter’s voice cracked, his own pair of eyes becoming glossy as well. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I swear.”

“Did you guys ever-” You began to ask but was immediately cut off when Peter shook his head vigorously. “No, of course not! I could never do that you, ever!”

You nodded your head, having no words to say. And uncomfortable silence then filled your apartment’s living room, nothing but the sound of soft cries coming from you. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“I-I think you just leave, Peter.” Your voice was soft, trembling slightly as you pointed your finger at your apartment’s door. Peter opened his mouth, trying to form the right words to say but just ended up nodding his head. You watched as he made his way towards your door, glancing at you one last time before leaving your apartment and out of your life.

And once the door closed, that’s when you completely broke down as everything came crashing down on you.

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You remembered exactly how you felt when you first found out about your class trip to Europe. You were beyond excited, jumping up and down in your seat as you already began to plan what to do once you got there. But all that excitement completely vanished when your relationship with Peter ended, ruining all of your plans for Europe.

But there you were, walking down the narrow isle of the plane as you tried to find your seat, 32B. As you walked down the isle, flashing your classmates a friendly smile as you passed. You then felt your heart suddenly stop beating as your eyes landed on where you were sitting specifically. Next to your empty seat sat none of other than your ex-boyfriend, Peter Parker and his best friend Ned Leeds.

“Well shit,” you cursed under your breath before stepping towards your row, feeling yourself beginning sweat out of nervousness as your gaze went from the row number to the two boys that were staring at you with wide-eyes. “Hey,” you spoke up awkwardly, receiving nothing but small waves from them. “I sit there,” you pointed at the empty window seat beside Peter.

“Oh,” Peter quickly replied, him and Ned standing up in their seat to give you space to walk in front of them. You and Peter both gave each other awkward smiles before sitting down in your seat, heat bubbling up in the pit of your stomachs as your arms accidentally brushed up against each other.

“S-Sorry,” you both quickly apologized, blush forming on your guys’ cheeks.

“It’s okay.” You smiled softly, before turning your head towards your carry-on backpack and pulled out your favorite book. You then plugged in your earphones and blasted your music as loud as you can as you began to read your book, hoping that the endless number of words and songs would help you forget about Peter, your ex-boyfriend that you still loved so much that broke up with you only two weeks ago sitting right next to you.

And it did, but only for a while. After about three hours of listening to music and reading, you couldn’t help but notice Peter constantly turning around his seat, glancing back and whispering quite loudly at Ned, annoying you. You paused your music, can’t help but wondering what they were talking about.

“Ned, do you think you could ask Betty to switch seats with me so that I can sit with MJ?” He asked quietly, unaware that you were listening.

“What?” Ned’s mouth gaped open, “And make me sit by myself for the rest of the flight?” You couldn’t but smile to yourself at the sound of his tone. You always pictured Ned as a giant teddy bear and that voice immediately made you think of that. “Why can’t you ask Y/N to switch seats with MJ?”

“Are you serious right now?” Peter’s whispered tone slightly raising. “We just broke up two weeks ago, I can’t ask her that.”

“Fine,” Ned sighed, frowning. “I’ll just ask MJ to switch seats with me-” He began to stand up but was then yanked back down by Peter who stared at him with wide-eyes. “No, Ned! That’s worse. I can’t have Y/N, my ex-girlfriend sit next to the girl I broke up with her for.”

That’s when you decided that you heard enough. You yanked your earphones out of your ear and turned to face the two boys. “I’ll ask MJ to switch seats with me.”

“Y/N, I-” Peter tried to speak but you didn’t give him the chance because you were already standing up from your seat, your carry-on in your hands as you pushed past them, praying that they didn’t see the tears forming in your eyes but of course, Peter did.

You slowly walked down the narrow isle, trying to blink away the the sad but angry tears that managed to slip down your cheeks, wiping the rest as you arrived at MJ and Betty’s row, getting the two girls’ attention. “Hey MJ, do you think we could switch seats?” You asked, clearing your throat at the same time your voice cracked, trying to hide it. “After what happened between me and Peter, it’s kinda awkward sitting next to him.”

“Y-Yeah, sure.” MJ nodded her head, grabbing her things and stepping out of her seat, allowing you to sit down before heading back over to your row.

You couldn’t help but watch as she got to your seat, your heart dropping at the bright smile that formed on her lips. You could see her mouth moving but couldn’t make up the words she was saying.

I’m already regretting going on this trip, you immediately thought before sinking deeper into your uncomfortable seat and letting a much needed sleep consume you.

You didn’t know how long you were asleep until you felt the plane jerk abruptly, knocking you right into consciousness. “Shit,” you swore, rubbing your head softly.

“Yeah, turbulence sucks.” Betty spoke up, causing you to turn towards the pretty blonde, nodding your head in agreement. “Are we almost there?” You asked, shuffling in your seat. “I think we have about three hours left.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “It feels like this plane ride has gone on forever.”

You then poked your head out and glanced back down the isle, seeing the bathroom sign that currently showed it was occupied. “I gotta go use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You then flashed Betty a quick smile before standing up from your seat.

As you walked down the narrow isle you couldn’t but check what used to be your seat, your heart stopping at the sight of MJ and Peter both asleep, her head resting on his shoulder as they both shared the plane’s complimentary blanket.

Fuck, you thought as tears filled your eyes once again, but you quickly blinked them away and continued to head towards the bathroom. When you got there you were then met by Brad Davis, one extremely attractive guy in your class, one of the few that weren’t “blipped” away.

“Hey, L/N.” He smiled politely, leaning against the wall beside the bathroom. “Hey, Davis.” You smiled back, crossing your arms over your chest as the both of you patiently waited for the toilet.

“How you doing, ya know, after you and Parker-” You immediately rolled your eyes, already knowing what he was about to ask you. “I’m fine.” You replied, your soft stare turning into a glare.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Brad quickly apologized, frowning sympathetically. “It’s just that I saw what you did back there, changing your seats with MJ. That’s brave.”

“I don’t know what you mean-” you started say but stopped when Brad just laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, everybody in our class knows Peter likes MJ.”

“Oh,” your tone was soft, your lips slighted parted. “Yeah.” You glanced down at the ground, playing with your fingers.

“Parker’s a dumbass.” His words made you immediately shoot your head up and stare at him confusingly, your brows furrowed. “I mean yeah, Michelle’s pretty and all but damn, you are-” he chuckled nervously, “-you’re drop-dead gorgeous, insanely smart. I could go on if you want.”

“No,” you laughed, feeling yourself blush at his compliments. “You’re good. Thank you.”

“Again, Parker’s a dumbass for letting you go.” He repeated, causing the both of you to laugh loudly and some woman that was seated near the bathroom to shush you two. What you both didn’t know was that your laughter also caused Peter to wake up due to his enhanced hearing, his eyes then landing on the two you talking, feeling something he hasn't felt in a long time go off in his chest.

You and Brad both broke apart when the bathroom door flew open, the man that was inside stepping out. “Ladies first.” Brad then said, holding his arm out teasingly but respectfully, causing you to chuckle at his playful manner.

But as you stepped inside the bathroom you felt yourself stop before you could close the door. You began to hear Brad’s words echo inside your mind.

Parker’s a dumbass for letting you go.

You’re drop-dead gorgeous, insanely smart.

Peter likes MJ.

Next thing you knew your lips were on his, pulling him into the small bathroom and closing it behind the both of you.

But neither of you knew that Peter was watching the whole thing. He watched as you placed your lips against Brad’s. He watched as you pulled him into the bathroom and closed it behind you.

And he watched as the bathroom’s sign changed from Vacant to Occupied.

Thank you @decaffeinated-turtle for requesting this! I love this one-shot idea so much that I decided to turn it into a mini-series so stay tuned. Let me know if you want to be tagged for this series in particular or be part of my permanent tagslist.

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