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peeterparkr · 2 years

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all roads lead to;tom holland; prologue

prologue: 'what leads?'

story summary: when your long time boyfriend breaks up with you and leaves you to find himself in Italy because you’re not spontaneous enough, you follow him to prove him wrong. Along the way you meet Tom , who recently went through a breakup himself, and might help you believe hate at first sight exists. Your trip trying to find your ex in small italian towns will become a desperate call for help, trying to help your new enemy get his relationship back by fake dating, sharing beds, getting lost and finding romance in dubious spots; all while falling in love with the country and the romance of it. Will your trip help you find your ex, yourself, your Romeo and Juliet story or finally lead you to Rome?

New series: fluff, smut, angst-ish (not really)

pairing: tom holland x writer!reader

tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, only one bed, road-trip, love triangle (or square), very rom com, idiots to lovers, oops-we-kissed, italian cliches from Hollywood

chapter summary: what leads to love and what leads to heartbreak? word count: 3.7

playlists: Italian vibes | y/n's breakup

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IT'S HERE, BYE HOPE YOU LIKE THE PROLOGUE, REBLOG COMMENT EVEYRHTING

What leads to love?

Falling in love comes easy. Very, very easily. No one really complains about the process of falling in love, though it’s different each time, there is a certain agreement that falling in love is overall a happy process.

Or rather than happy, it’s… simple.

Falling in love sometimes is magical. Sometimes it’s avoided. Sometimes it can be a storm.

But undeniably, it’s easy.

It’s like wine. Bitter, with some sweet notes.

Some people say the older it is, better. Love might turn better with time, into a more mature routine and more developed plans.

The young folks usually prefer a sweeter wine. It’s about… taste, really.

The real connoisseaurs might find disgrace in the cheap wine that people use to get drunk. Like one of those one night stands that might give you a headache the very next day. It’s the same, really.

Love can be described in many different ways. Currently, you decided wine was the very best explanation for it. Or at least how you were drowning it. Wine worked.

The circumstances surrounding might not be as pleasant, however, you can easily fall in love.

You can fall in love with a gentle laugh, a stupid comment and a genuine stare. Falling in love can come from an inside joke, a shared story or a listened to song.

Falling in love can come as a mistake. And making mistakes, well…

It’s easy. It just… comes in so easily and you can’t help it. Though it’s very complicated to describe.

Sometimes you can use colors. Other times you can use flowers. Or wine.

With him, though, how will you ever be able to describe what it felt like?

Was it strategized? Probably. From giving him certain type of smiles or making him like you for the dresses you wore. Pretending to love his favorite films or favorite songs. Learning the different conversations to be achieved through dinner with his friends.

But it was… inevitable. And you wouldn’t change it.

Per sempre, tutta la vita.

That’s what he used to say, he’d heard that phrase once, he never remembered from where, and his pronunciation had probably changed along the way and it was a mere memory of it now. But he had decided to use it all the time. It was for you.

‘Forever, all my life’.

With the promise that he’d love you forevermore. All his life. As long as you were aware of it, he was, undoubtedly, still alive.

How easy had it been to fall for that single phrase. Per sempre, tutta la vita.

Falling out of love, on the other hand, isn’t easy. And that’s something universally agreed upon.

It should’ve been as easy as losing that neck chain. Or forgetting the dialogue of a movie you haven’t watched in a while. It should be easy.

Yet it’s not.

Falling out of love is a forced activity when you’re broken up with. And that’s not easy. A breakup is never never easy. At least not if you’re the one being dumped. It’s like that one bitter cheap wine that you bought in a supermarket and made you sick and gave you a heartache. Falling out of love included the five stages of grief. And wine.

Refusing to fall out of love had probably led you to where you were by now. A plane.

Where you had a glass of wine in your hand and you were gripping to your hopes with the other one.

The conversation was playing over, and over, and over. Like a humorless joke that you can’t help but tell again and again.

“Really? Just like that?” You had asked, as you walked around the kitchen counter. Pouring a glass of wine as you continued cooking dinner for both of you, ignoring his suitcases by the door. “Just… years and years thrown out the window. All our plans--”

The music was still playing the background, the music you decided to play so you could dance while cooking, what you usually did, different plans tonight.

“Y/N, Y/N, I— it’s not. It’s not like that,” Miles followed you with his dark gaze, watching your pathetic excuse for dinner. “This is as hard for me as it is for you. Look, It’s not you, it’s—“

You could not believe it. “Please, do not dare to say that,” You begged, closing your eyes as you stopped stirring the sauce. “Don’t dare saying it, don’t say it’s not you, it's me. That’s what people say when it really is the other person.”

After years of your relationship, he was throwing it away. Just like that, by saying: ‘We need to break up’, which undoutebdly is one of the cheapest ways of breaking up with someone.

It’s useful, though. If it ain’t broke…

“Well, it is me, not you,” he cleared out and poured a wine for himself, thought he was breaking up with you and he’d already packed, this seemed calm enough.

You looked up. “Have you met someone else?” Your gaze was trying to decipher his.

“No,” he took a deep breath. He wasn’t lying. “That’s why I’m telling you this. It’s not about… us, it’s not that the love is gone or… I…” He took a deep breath. “I want to travel, I want to follow my dreams and being here with you just… stops me from it, being tied—“

“Tied? You feel like that? Trapped? Is that it?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, though. “Is this a prison? Have I not—“

“No, no, I didn’t,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, you… You have your life here, alright? And I don’t know if this is who I want to be. I want to travel…”

“We could travel, then,” you said quickly, as you felt your chest ache. Yet, you were still calm. You took a sip of the red wine, bitter. “Yes, yes, yes, let’s travel together. We can plan a trip. We can go places, yes, yes, we can do that. Let’s… You wanted to go to San Francisco, right? Let’s go, let’s travel to San Francisco this weekend, let’s plan it.”

“You… don’t,” he took a deep breath. “That’s the thing, y/n, I don’t want to plan, I don’t want to go… To San Francisco.”

“Where then?” You were desperate now. You knew your voice was cracking because you knew what was going on.

He was tired, you could tell. “I just want to travel, be free, no planning. I just—I want to go travel to without planning.”

“How are you supposed to travel without planning?” You frowned. “However can you travel, you need money, and… and… the plane… and a hotel, or some kind of place to stay and the transportation and—“

“I’m leaving to Italy, without planning anything.”

“Italy is literally the other side of the world—There has to be some planning, and there must have been some considering your stuff is already packed.”

“I—” He took a deep breath.

“Had I known you wanted to break up with me I would’ve planned—“

“This is my thing, y/n, you don’t have to plan everything,” his hands were firm against the table now, he was conflicted. “and you’re always doing it, you plan and then you never go through with it. You just… Plan and order and it’s all—It’s everything, you always have to be under control and there’s no spontaneity—You are scared of everything. You’re even scared of your own dreams.”

“See? So it is me, it’s not the whole it’s not you, it’s me… It is not you, Miles, is it? It is me.”

He took a deep breath. “Maybe, yeah,” he ran a hand through his face.

You gave him a bitter smile. “Yeah.”

“No, no, I—It’s not you. It’s the person I am today, I need—I need some spontaneity in my life. And you are perfect the way you are—I’m just… I don’t think we are the people who we fell in love with, we have changed.”

“But… I love the person you are today,” you knew he had cracked you, finally. “You don’t love me, then?”

“Oh no, that I do, I do, I love you, I need—Some time, but this is about me wanting to go and be free for myself, but I love you, and I always will. Per sempre, tutta la vita.”

You felt your heart breaking. “If you love me then, why are you leaving me?” The world was spinning.

“It’s not about lack of love,” he explained. “I think we have enough love to give,” Miles took in a deep breath.

He meant it, because falling in love is easy. And falling out of love can’t be as easy.

There was love there. You knew it. He loved you; and you loved him and this would be another silly argument that comes with time, when the devils get into your thoughts. You knew you’d eventually end up with your arms wrapped around him, dancing under the moonlight, kissing him better.

“Would you go to Italy with me?” He questioned. As if some sense had gotten to him. “Right now? Let’s go, I need—“

“I can’t leave just like that, I have a job, I have things to take care of—I would need to plan—“

“I’ve never asked you anything, y/n,” he said. “It’s the one thing I’m asking from you. Let’s go.”

Italy had always been a dream of his, and yours too; you’d both been saving for it, for a while now. The time would never seem to come because one thing happened or life decided to slip in and before you knew it, you were spending the holidays again watching Home Alone for who knows what time.

You knew you both wanted this. He was an architect, you were a writer. You were supposed to go there. Learn, travel. Be a romantic and visit Verona, find Romeo or Juliet.

Yet you never did, although you wanted to.

“I—I don’t know Miles,” you said. “I’m—scared, alright? Yes I’m scared to—“

He watched you like he had won the race, as if he was dying to tell you he’d told you so. He only cynically chuckled to himself as his eyes couldn’t look at you.

“Scared to follow your dream?” He questioned. “You’ve always wanted to go there, you always write about having adventures yet you never have one, y/n. Who are you? What happened to you? To us? Why are we even pretending this is working? It’s not. And—“

“It is—“

“No, we don’t work anymore.,it’s always—This conversation, y/n.”

“I—Can we talk about this, please? You’re so suddenly breaking up with me,” you snapped for the first time. “Miles you can’t—do that.”

He sighed. “You act like this is sudden.”

“Well it is,” you frowned. “Something must have happened, you just—packed and you’re leaving and—please let’s—“

“We’ve been having this conversation over and over, y/n.”

You knew he was right, yes lately you had been having arguments but you didn’t think they would lead to… breaking up. It was sudden. Yes, there were arguments but not “packing bags and leaving to another country” arguments.

“But—we can solve this, right?” You asked.

“I can’t keep on trying to push you to follow your reams. I need to follow my own, and if you don’t have the courage to follow yours, then—You need someone else, y/n, not me.”

He was done, and he didn’t have to say it. And it felt like your whole life shattered. Had you not known better you would have thought that every crashing sound was your house glass, or the wine bottle or anything else. But you knew it was your heart, which he had held for so many years but dropped so easily.

“I need someone who can just pack their stuff and leave.” Miles gave you a sympathetic sad state, long enough to see the tears bulking in. “I can’t do it, y/n.”

He left when he saw you had no more left to say, because he had a plane to catch. And the music was still playing in the background and you were left with a pasta for two and an opened bottle of wine.

He needed more, then. How? How could he need more, you only needed his laugh echoing through the apartment. You didn’t need anything more.

You needed him.

And maybe it was the bottle of wine or the playlist that played in the background, very poorly and drunkenly chosen after hearing he’d be leaving for Italy. Maybe.

Maybe it was the fact that falling in love is so easy. But maybe it was Maybe it was the fact that this was so sudden. He had given you no signs.

5 years of your life all thrown out the window in one night.

Maybe it was the fact that he was right. Maybe it was that. Maybe it was because you realized how lonely the apartment looked.

Maybe it was the fact you realized he’d probably spent the whole day packing but he’d left a lot still. Like all those pictures around the house.

Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in two years you’d be sleeping alone. Or the fact that you realized that your bed was too big, too stupidly big. And cold.

Maybe it had been the fact you’d finished the whole bottle of wine. Or the fact that you were going through the five stages of grief in just a few hours.

Denial, first. You had spent 10 minutes waiting for him to show back up. You knew he couldn’t be serious.

Anger, second. Screaming, trying to hide away every single picture. You decided to get rid off the plants he’s chosen for the apartment, very decently, moving them outside your apartment. ‘Get out, our relationship died and so will you! Remember how we said we would love you forever? And take care of you This is just a lie because one day you’re flourishing and the other day? Guess what little plant! You get kicked out of someone’s life! Because you’re not what I want! No. You’re just a stupid plant who can’t travel because you’re stuck. Or maybe you’re not and I’m kicking you out before you decide you can leave me too’

Dancing to Lizzo’s Good as Hell. Then Cher’s Believe. Then, Taylor Swift.

Bargaining, third. You’d texted him. ‘Please. Let’s talk.’ ‘Can we go get breakfast and think about this?’

You didn’t know why Taylor made you realize how cruel you’d been to the plants. You’d gone out to get them back.‘I’m so sorry I said all that. I love you. I’m sorry, welcome back.’

Then you realized, it couldn’t be that bad. Maybe this was your chance to meet someone new? Or perhaps,

Depression, fourth. It had started with the tear streaming down your face as you listened to Italian covers of breakup song.

First ‘without you’ by Mariah Carey was playing in the background. Not that version, though. It was in Italian. Somehow you had found the one playlist with breakup songs all sung in Italian. Nowadays there’s a playlist for anything.

Why? Because your life had lost its sense in the—you looked down at the time, your life had lost its sense 6 hours ago.

“Can’t live, if living is without you,” you pathetically sang along the lyrics in another language. “Can't live anymore,” you sobbed now.

5 years. This wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Maybe it was all of that combined.

Then there was no music, just the sound of your tears as you hugged the pillow that he used every night. With little to no hope.

With pictures of him stabbing you into old reminders.

Probably. Yes, it may have been every single thing that led you to the morning.

That led you to your screen blinding you just enough, and that may have been what led you to drunkenly search for flights early in the morning.

That may have led you to book a flight, pack in less than an hour and get showered as you went to the airport because your flight would be leaving in less than six hours.

That’s what led you to it.

Yes, that’s what led you to your current situation. A plane that would lead you to another plane to get to Verona.

Quietly sitting on a plane. Hugging yourself. Pathetic.

With time to think. Because you knew what Miles’ plan was, you’d practically made it. Arrive at Verona, then a road trip along the country, searching for adventures, inspiration and everything that could be put in your way. Sure, Miles didn’t like planning but without you he’d never get anywhere. Your plans completed him.

You’d called an old friend from college, a roommate you’d had and who had always encouraged you to visit her. Serafina, who was absolutely delighted that you and Miles would finally visit. You’d decided to keep out the part that he’d broken up with you and that you’d gone on a psychotic trance and followed after him to another country in hopes of finding him and getting back together with him.

Minor details.

Because, it all led back to him, to Miles. Didn’t it? This was to prove him that you were what he wanted. Yes, you could travel. He was that push you needed. He loved you, you loved him. You were willing to change for him.

That’s what mattered. Didn’t it?

Besides Italy was leading you to a whole new possibility. An opportunity for you to understand what you would be able to do for love. You’d been broken up with 24 hours ago. Or More? Less?

You hadn’t slept and your heart was still aching. This had to lead to him. To Miles. And you knew fate would be on your side, you’d probably see him in a few hours. Destiny would lead you to him. Because your body was still his. It was impossible to erase him. 48 hours ago you still here by his side. You were sure you could still smell his lotion on your clothes.

You knew you’d never love someone again. Your heart could only belong to him.

You were excited, excited and tired. So, tired. You were barely looking at anything, you were entranced by your hopes, the heartbreak and the fact your eyes had been crying for 24 hours straight without resting anything. But you wanted this to be the best decision you’d ever made.

You tried looking for Serafina who had promised to pick you up, you walked through the crowds and accidentally bumped into someone, making him drop the three cups of coffee he was holding.

“Bloody hell, fuck,” he murmured, angrily as he was trying to get his white t-shirt off contact with his skin. The paper he was holding had been ruined as well. “Guarda dove stai andando!”

“I’m so, so sorry,” You quickly said. “Sorry! Uh, Mi scuso?” You said. He had sunglasses on, which gave away who he was. Having sunglasses inside a room could only mean he was a certain type.

He was annoyed. He took a deep breath as he pulled up his glasses. “Watch where you’re going.”

“I… will.” Yes, it had proved it. He was an asshole.

“Fucking tourists,” he muttered. Though, he was clearly not a native italian either. His accent betrayed him, and his looks.

“I’ll buy you another coffee,” you said. “I’m so sorry for your shirt.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t bother,” he hissed as he walked past you, pushing you just slightly, enough to bother you.

You were tired and not in the mood. “It wasn’t on purpose, asshole.”

He only turned around to give you a smirk and kept walking. Smugly. Like he owned the place. Maybe it was your lack of sleep or your broken heart but there was an urge building upon you to go hit him.

You got a call, saving him from your…violence.

“Fina!” You finally answered, hoping you’d see your friend soon enough. “Oh my God, hello my love! Are you here?”

“Bellissima, y/n, have you arrived?” She asked. “Perdonami amore mio, something came up and I sent my roommate for you and Miles!”

“Oh, er… Yes, I’m here, I… uh, you sent your roommate?” You asked. “What’s her name?”

“Oh, his name is Tom! He’s adorable, you’re going to love him!”

“Oh great!”

“Yes, and he could distract Miles while you and I go out and catch up, amore mio!” She insisted on Miles. She’d always said you both would end up married

You still believed that.

“Oh… yeah.”

“How are you dressed, amore?” She questioned.

Very.. chic. Pants and a hoodie that would disguise your break-up. “Uh, like everyone else.”

“And Miles?” She asked.

“Uh… How is your roommate dressed? How will I know it’s him?” You decided to change the subject.

“He made a sign! I’ll tell him to meet you outside, his car is yellow!” She said.

“Alright! I’ll search for him” You said.

“Si si! Can’t wait to see you and Miles, ciao ciao! Baci!” She hung up.

You waited a bit, trying to know how you would excuse yourself. How in this world would you explain that ‘Miles & y/n’ were no longer ‘Miles & y/n’. How would you explain that you were there looking for your now ex in hopes of getting back together. How the hell would you explain that it had led you to call your boss saying it was a family emergency. How on earth would you tell her that your life had completely been destroyed in less than 48 hours?

Fina had the suspicion that you were engaged.

You decided to face your fears and walk outside, looking for that one yellow car. And you did see him.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you said as you walked over to the guy with three new brand coffees. You saw his sign now, previously ruined. ‘Miles & Y/N’Now distorted and stirred, dripping.

The asshole. With his stupid sunglasses on, but his shirt ruined.

You made your way over. He only glared as he hung up the phone. Your last 24 hours were better considering that you now had to face him.

“Are you here to knock my coffee off again?” He asked.

“Are you Tom?” You asked, as annoyed.

He frowned, arrogantly annoyed, pulling his sunglasses up. “Who’s asking?”

“I’m y/n.”

And you couldn’t believe this had led to him.

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The Marriage Project (16)

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Okay I've actually been here this whole time, but I got caught up in a bunch of other projects that I'm working on (mostly on AO3 @mcwriting like here)

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Word Count: 3063

Warnings: slight callback to chapter 12 but unsubstantial; teenage rudeness (?)

Tom had told you to wear something nice but comfortable, so you tugged on some baggy jeans and tucked in a sweater, looping a belt around your waist and donning your feet with ankle boots. You did a little hair and makeup and put on simple jewelry and once you were done, you paced the living room expectantly.

“Honey, you look like you’re going to throw up. It’s just one little date!” your mom said when she passed by you to enter her office.

“It’s not just a little date, mom! This is the first time I’ve ever been out on a real date with a guy who I call my boyfriend, and I don’t want to mess this up!”

Your mom set down some papers and came back into the room.

“Based on the way that boy looks at you, I don’t think there’s a single thing you could do to mess things up,” she began, giving you a kiss on the head. The doorbell rang and you looked at each other. “Well go on, then. Don’t want to make him wait in the cold.”

You rushed to the door, taking one last deep breath before opening it. In front of you stood your boyfriend, holding a bouquet of dark red roses. You both smiled.

“These are for you. You look wonderful,” he said immediately, holding out the flowers, which you took happily. You led him inside.

“Wow, thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself,” you replied, going to set the flowers in the kitchen.

You weren’t lying, he really did look good.

He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a fitted black tee, and a grey felted coat over top. On his wrist was a silver watch you’d never seen and he’d finished the look with a belt and some black dress shoes. His curls were extra curly today and he’d pushed them back out of his face.

“It’s nice to see you, Tom! Congrats on the win last night,” your mother greeted. “And look at these! A man of good taste, I see.” she added, gesturing to the flowers before pulling a vase from the cabinet.

“Nice seeing you as well, Mrs. y/l/n. Is your husband around? I’d like to chat with him real quick,” Tom replied, earning wide eyes from you. Why would he want to talk to your dad?

“Oh, yes, he’s just in the office. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind chatting with you for a moment,” she said.

You led him down the hall to where your father was. The two men greeted each other with a handshake.

“I just wanted to say, sir, that your daughter is in good hands,” Tom explained. You mentally rolled your eyes.

This boy.

“Well that’s good to hear, but I know she can handle her own pretty well. That being said, you’re a smart young man with a good head on his shoulders, so I have no doubts that you’ll treat her right. Now go, have fun,” he said, then turned to you. “See you later, kiddo. Be safe.”

He kissed your head as Tom led you to the front door. You picked up your bag on the way out.

“So where are we going?” you asked the second both of your car doors were shut. He gave you a look.

“I was thinking that we go play a bit of topgolf, and then I’ve planned for us to have dinner at the steakhouse down the road,” he explained, cringing a little before quickly adding, “Is that alright? We can do something else if you want.”

You laughed lightly.

“Tom. That’s perfect. And you don’t have to spend all this money on me if you don’t want to. I’m very easily entertained.”

“That’s the thing. I really do want to do all this for you. You’re like, the woman of my dreams and I think you deserve to be treated as such.”

With that you headed off to the golf place. You were excited to know that his competitiveness wasn’t being threatened by your relationship.

“Alright, now I’m sure you know by now that I play golf on the side, so don’t be too discouraged if there’s a learning curve,” he explained confidently, a driver in hand. “Watch how it’s done a few times first, alright?”

He swaggered up to the tee box and hit a few balls, landing two in a far target. Even dating, you couldn’t help the natural banter between you.

“And that’s how you do it! Do you want some help on your swing?” he offered as you picked up a hybrid club. ‘You sure you wanna start with that one? Might be easier with an eight or nine iron.”

“Let me get one out of my system and I’ll go from there, alright?” you said. You lined up the club and looked out over the targets. With a smirk, you pulled back and swung through, sailing the ball right into a target.

“Huh. Must’ve been a lucky shot,” you said. Tom was looking at you suspiciously. “Maybe I should try another.”

You sent 3 more balls right into targets before Tom said anything.

“Now hold on here. Your form is perfect… Do you play golf? ” he asked. You burst into laughter.

“My dad taught me when I was a kid. I thought I’d be a little rusty since the last time I played was over the summer, but guess I’ve still got it,” you explained. His jaw dropped.

“You little shit! Just letting me believe you didn’t know what you were doing! And to think I was going easy on you. Well not anymore. No ma’am, the game is on!” he exclaimed, pulling you in to press a kiss to your cheek and tickle your side.

“Say you were letting me off easy all you want, I’m still gonna win,” you taunted.

“We’ll see about that.”

Between all the games you got in during your hour time slot, you and Tom had been pretty evenly matched. He had a further drive than you, though you were the more accurate one, so he ended up beating you by only a couple points.

You were joking around as he went to pay when an older couple from the family beside you came up to you.

“Hi there, sorry to bother. We just wanted to say that you reminded us of ourselves back in the day, and it brings us joy to see you two have so much fun together,” the man said.

You beamed at Tom as he pulled you tightly beside him.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet. This is our first real date together,” you shared happily.

“First date! Well, if you’re anything like us, you’re in for a wild ride,” the woman said with a wink. You exchanged a few parting words before heading back out and towards the steakhouse.

Your conversation with the couple had you thinking, though. Were you and Tom going to end up married like them? You hadn’t even dated a week and suddenly you were thinking about marriage?

Maybe this is moving too fast. But do I even mind it?

When you made it to the restaurant, Tom checked in and you waited for your reservation.

You were standing off to a corner watching the videos and commenting on the pictures you’d taken of each other at top golf when he had an idea.

“Oh, hey, we should get a picture together!”

He scanned the room and saw that nearby was a couple in their thirties just talking, so Tom approached them.

“Hi there, sorry to bother you, but do you mind taking a picture of my girlfriend and I?” he asked.

Your stomach fluttered. This was the first time he’d explicitly introduced you to anyone as his girlfriend. The woman grabbed his phone and you posed together in front of a decorative stone wall.

He thanked them and you were looking at the pictures she’d taken when the hostess called Tom’s name, leading you to a table towards the back of the restaurant.

The dinner was going well, the both of you laughing and talking like you had been in the past couple of weeks, except that now everything had a different intention behind it. You got a few glances as stares when you laughed a little too loud over Tom accidentally clinking his knife on a plate.

As you ate your entrees, you thought back to the pictures and videos you had taken of each other so far but not shared.

“When should we tell people about this? Us? I mean everyone already thinks we’re together, but… you know,” you trailed, stabbing your fork into your food and grabbing a bite.

“That depends on when you want to tell people. I’m happy to go shout it from a rooftop right now or wait until you’re comfortable. I only care about you.”

“Honestly, I want nothing more than to put your picture up on my instagram and tell everyone, but another part of me is afraid of what kind of rumors we’ll fuel.”

Tom chuckled as you went in for another bite.

“I’m pretty sure every move we make is under the microscope right now, but it's still your call. Who cares what other people think?”

You thought about it for a moment as you chewed.

“Yeah you’re right. I’m pretty sure it would be worse for us to tease it than just come out and tell everyone. I mean… you don’t think we’re moving too fast do you? Of course, I’ve never been in a real committed relationship before so I don’t really know what the normal speed is but… I don’t know,” you blurted.

“I don’t really know either. We’re in this boat together. Do you think it’s moving too fast?” he asked apologetically.

“No! No, I like the speed we’re moving, I just don’t want to be the one to scare you off.”

“Babe, I’ve told you before, I have liked you for so long that it would take a lot to run me away. I like this pace too. It’s our pace,” he reached over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb over it.. “We’re doing things on our own time and that’s what matters, okay?”

“Yeah… yeah,” you breathed, then spoke in a normal volume. “I think we should go public. Everyone will get to gossip about us in their groupchats before school Monday and I’ll get to show everyone my incredible boyfriend.”

You both laughed at that last part.

“Well I am pretty incredible, aren’t I?”

You sat together in Tom’s car in your driveway picking through pictures to post on instagram.

Tom chose his cover photo to be one from homecoming night that his mom had taken of you two smiling at each other, along with the one from the date and a video he’d taken of you golfing. He captioned it “Been waiting too long to show off my lil disco ball” in reference to your silver dress.

You instead made your cover image one of him tossing you over his shoulder from your senior pictures and also added other pictures from the dance, homecoming parade, and your date. Your caption read “Finally decided to start dating my husband because married life just wasn’t cutting it,” knowing full well you’d get lots of surprised comments.

Both of you hit post and quickly turned over your phones so people could freak out while you talked some more. By now it was dark out (that darned winter sun) and the only light illuminating the car’s interior was from the moon and your house lights shining in.

You looked at Tom. Sure, you’d been on a few casual dates with guys before, whether it be a group thing where you and a guy just sat next to each other at the movie theatre, or maybe the one time you’d met a dude at the coffee shop only for him to freak out about you and Tom’s rivalry, or yeah, the foreign exchange student who’d asked you to freshman homecoming.

Either way, you didn’t really know how to end a date. So you mustered up the knowledge from every romcom and blurted out the one line every character seems to say:

“I had a really great time tonight.”

It’s true, you did. But, geez, could it be any more cliche? Tom smiled back at you.

“Oh yeah? I did too.”

“How is it that we were so awful to each other for years, but now I know that you’re one of the sweetest guys ever? I mean we were both total assholes,” you said, earning a laugh.

“The world works in mysterious ways, princess, but I realized a long time ago how incredible you are. It just took awhile for you to see it in me.”

“Why did you even like me? Obviously, yeah, you weren’t afraid to fire back, but what did you see when I was making passive aggressive comments and even sometimes actually insulting you?”

“It’s not hard to look past your tough shell and see who you really are inside, especially when we’ve been in the same classes and clubs and sports everyday for this long. When I look at you I see someone who is smart and beautiful and strong and funny and a million other things. That’s what I saw back then, too. I still can’t believe that you feel the same way about me. Since when did that happen?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Consciously, I admitted it to myself, like, last weekend, but I’ve been denying it for a long time. I think I became aware of my feelings back when I got my period at your house and you were really cool about it. But I also think there’s a part of me hidden behind everything else that’s been attracted to you for years. I think that’s why our rivalry became this big thing between us.”

Tom hummed in response and reached to grab your hand, fingers interlacing.

“Well, whatever brought us here... I’m glad it did. I’m glad that I’m the one by your side through everything that’s gone on this semester and I hope things stay like that for quite a while.”

You both sat in silence for a while, just looking at each other much like you’d done that one evening in his room. After a while, you sat up to lean over the console and kiss him, your hands resting on his cheeks.

After your lips broke apart, his arms wrapped around your back and you snaked yours around him, too, resting your chin on his shoulder. With a little shifting, you were eventually sideways on his lap, legs stretched across the console and the passenger seat.

He started to press his lips to your neck when you gasped and stiffened. It was where Harrison had done the same thing. Tom immediately pulled his head away and squeezed your waist tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I forgot,” he whispered. You buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, it just. It’s still fresh. Try my shoulder.”

He moved the neck of your sweater a little and brushed some hair away, now kissing above your collarbone lightly. Eventually he moved up to your cheek and lips. After a while, you pulled away.

“You know I’d love to stay and do this for… ever, but I think I need to get inside and get some rest. I think Lex is coming over tomorrow. By the way, she mentioned that you guys made out at a party once?” you smirked. His eyes widened.

“Years, I mean years ago. I- I was drunk and basically imagined it was you and-”

You laughed at his small panic.

“It’s okay! She told me everything. I don’t blame her either. You’ve got some pretty kissable lips, Holland..”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“I could say the same for you. And don’t tell her this, but I much prefer kissing you than her.”

You sat on your bed looking at yours and Tom’s instagram posts, reading the comments. Most everyone just said “knew it!” or “finally!”, but there were a few shocked commenters. Your dm’s were filled with people wanting you to spill tea, which you either ignored or gave a generic “we finally figured out we were right for each other” reply.

What stuck out to you was the text Grace sent you about it, reading:

Hey, y/n. I saw your post on instagram and just had to say that I can’t believe you and Tom actually got Harrison expelled just to turn around and start screwing each other (as if you weren’t already). Obviously I saw the damage on you, but he doesn’t deserve to have his high school experience ruined for that. I guess you two are meant for each other since you’re both snakes.

Your jaw dropped when you read her text and you were seeing red. After a few moments of contemplation, you realized something.

From the catcalling incident up until now, you realized how she had always seemed to defend Harrison for the smallest things. She liked him, and you were now the one responsible for “taking him away from her.”

It took you a few minutes to come up with a reply that wasn’t too mean and might prove her point about you, but you finally thought of something.

Look, Grace, I get it. You like Harrison and are pinning the responsibility of his expulsion on me, but he’s a dangerous person. He threatened to do a lot worse to me but luckily the right people were there to help me out. He’s the one who ruined his own experience by being a predator. As for Tom and I, we aren’t just “screwing around” and there’s a lot more to our relationship than what you or anyone else has seen and if you care to know about it why don’t you just be straight up and ask me? Now please, if you’re going to make unsubstantiated claims, at least do it to my face

In return came another angry reply that you just left on read. With that, you and Tom sent each other a goodnight and you let yourself fall into restless slumber.

A/N: lol remember when I said I was gonna finish this over the summer? yeah Top Gun: Maverick happened so that went out the window but we're nearing the home stretch, I promise

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Fat Tom Holland part 3

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joy.

peter parker x fem.reader

10 stages of love

notes: unedited; post no way home; no one remembers that peter parker is spidey; both the reader and peter are in their second year of university.

{ joy is the coldest lover i know | only because she never comes }

1. first sight

lab had kept you on campus for far longer than usual, and it was nearing midnight when you completed your research with your professor, dr. kingsley.

he kindly asks if you would like for him to walk you home, but you declined his offer, saying that it was best for him to head back home to his wife, that you would be just fine by yourself. after all, you had no reason to be afraid, since you went home alone almost every night.

despite how new york city was known to be a dangerous place, you considered yourself quite lucky to have never faced any problems or issues during your walk back to your apartment.

perhaps it's thanks to that vigilante... what was his name again? wait, it was spider-man.

as you crossed the darkened streets of the city, you allow your mind to wander, thinking back to all those videos you saw plastered all over the internet. lately, there's been sighting of a young man swinging around new york, dressed in a skin-tight suit that bore the motif of a spider.

whenever you could see him clearly from the video's blurry screen, you realize that his form was quite lean and lithe, and you figured that he was a hero that was just starting out. during your free time, you find yourself browsing through youtube and tiktok, just to see if anyone had caught any further sightings of spider-man.

the sound of some rowdy laughter makes you stop in your tracks, and you saw a group of guys standing on the sidewalk, blocking your usual path home. you purposely took a step back, not wanting to draw their attention as you turned around to search for an alternative way home.

with your hair whipping in the cold wind, a sudden whistle causes the hairs to stand from the back of your neck. "whoa, hey babygirl, you lost or somethin'?"

ignoring their catcalls, you quicken your pace-

only to bolt out into a run upon hearing their footsteps chasing after you.

their laughter was heard intensifying, taking absolute pleasure in your panic and fear. the weight of your bag that carried your school belongings was weighing you down, and you half considered tossing it at them to make a clear getaway-

but when you found yourself suddenly trapped, with all three men surrounding you, there was a feeling of despair felt in the pit of your stomach.

"p-please, just let me go, i'll give you all the money that i have."

"come on, don't be so scared and shy. we don't want your money, we just wanna have some fun with you."

you brace yourself, ready to scream for dear life when a rich chuckle was heard coming from just a few feet away from you.

"didn't your mothers ever told you assholes how to treat a lady right?"

your throat felt dry when your would-be attackers stopped gaining up on you, facing whoever spoke in that cocky tone as you saw spider-man standing before you.

it was undeniable that it was him, with the suit and all. his mask was all that was seen as he tilts his head to look at you. the three goons talk amongst themselves, not believing that this was the real spider-man as the quickly gained up on him.

"come on, there's no way this guy's the real deal, it's just some poser lookin' to get laid by 'saving' her."

you gasp, taking a step back once punches were thrown, and spidey dodged every single one of them. he manages to grab one of their arms and twist it back, kicking him away as another one tried to tackle him from the front.

being distracted by the two thugs, spidey was unaware of the third one, coming at him with a blade shining in his hands.

"spider-man, watch out!"

your warning came a second too late as the man manages to slash at spider-man's left arm. you hear him let out a hiss of pain before kicking the knife away. with your mind racing, you look onwards to see spidey managing to detain all three of the guys miraculously, even with his injured arm.

with your heart felt pounding within the confines of your chest, you look at spider-man, seeing him continuing to grip at his injured arm all while meeting your gaze from beneath his mask.

"are you okay?" spidey's voice was gentle, and you mentally cursed, jinxing yourself for ever believing that you could spend all your days remaining safe while in the dangerous city of new york.

2. introduction

"you're hurt." you ignored how shaky your voice came out, coming closer to spidey as you gingerly touched at his injured arm.

he replies to your statement with a strained laugh, "it's alright, i've experienced a pain much worse than this." the way his voice cracked near the end sent a sudden sharp pain within your chest, but you quickly ignored the feeling as you coaxed him to follow you home.

"wait, it's okay, i don't need any help...!"

"i'm not letting you say no, spidey. i have to help you or else... i won't ever forgive myself if anything bad happens to you. what if your arm gets infected and you get sick?"

your words manage to silence the young vigilante, making you break out into a tiny smile. "just... let me do this for you as a thank you, for saving me."

you see spidey give you a gentle nod, and you continue to lead him back to your apartment complex. the walk was relatively peaceful and silent now, and thanks to how late it was, not a soul was even awake enough to witness you taking spidey into your apartment.

you gesture at him to wait on your couch as you head to the bathroom and search for some neosporin ointment, cotton, and a roll of bandages. it wasn't much, but you hoped it would be enough to help out spidey and his pain.

returning back to him, you kneel on the ground and ask him to take his arm out of his suit. spidey remains silent, simply giving you a nod before freeing his arm. seeing the fresh cut on the side of his bicep, you apply the ointment on the cotton before gently dabbing at the wound. a light hiss escapes from spidey, and you softly apologize for hurting him.

"the cut isn't too deep, but it'll take some time to heal." once the ointment was placed over the wound did you finally wrap the bandage around it, making sure it was completely covered before sitting back with a laugh.

"perfect. i'm no doctor or paramedic, but i'm sure that you'll be healed in no time, spidey."

you hear him let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward as he reaches out to you with his uninjured hand. "if you don't mind me asking, what's your... what's your name?"

you blink up at him, finding yourself leaning into his touch when you tell him your name. spidey repeats those syllables, making your heart flutter even more at the sound.

a few moments pass, with neither of you saying a word. as if awakening from a trance, spider-man backs away from you, adjusting his suit once more when he places his injured arm back inside of it.

he coughs, standing back to his full height as he walks over to your fire escape. "uhm, thanks for helping me. i-i gotta go, so-"

"wait...!" you call out to him, your voice sounding hopeful as you prayed that he would tell you his true name.

"what's your name...if you don't mind me asking?"

you wait with bated breath, seeing spider-man still hanging from your open window. and even though you couldn't see him, somehow, you knew that he was smiling from beneath the mask.

"you can call me peter."

with that final phrase, spider-man left your apartment, and you knew that you would never be the same after such a fated meeting.

3. interaction

you were distracted, and you knew that you were.

but you couldn't help it.

you could not stop thinking about him-

about spider-man / peter.

despite your troubled thoughts, you did your best to remain completely and utterly normal throughout the entirety of your classes. yet none of your professors caught on to your less-than-optimal state. it wasn't until you went to do research with dr. kingsley that your inability to focus was made to be achingly obvious.

dr. kingsley calls out your name with concern, "are you alright? there's something going on with you, since you spent the last hour reviewing data we had already completed weeks ago."

upon realizing that your professor was right, you felt your blood turn ice cold. looking back at the desktop's screen, you chew at your bottom lip, upset that you had wasted so much time. "i'm sorry, dr. kingsley, l-let me pull up the right file and-"

"no no, i insist that you go home now." his voice was gentle when he takes a hold of your arm and forces you to stand up. "classes are getting tougher now that midterms are right around the corner, and i realize that it may have been selfish of me to require you to do all this work. tell you what, you may come back and do research with me after your midterms are complete. are we clear?"

"yes sir." you grab all of your belongings together, shooting a grateful expression at him. "thank you for your understanding, and i promise, i'll be back soon!"

dr. kingsley merely gives you a wave, wishing you luck on your midterms before going back to his lab. with a sigh, you head out of the building, craving for something warm and sweet to cheer you up. as you walked across campus, you felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck-

you look behind you to see a boy around your age standing several feet away from you. his features were indiscernible, but you figured it was just another student.

but just in case...

without glancing back, you dart away from the concrete path and into the grass, making a shortcut towards your university's café.

but when you heard footsteps still following you, you had a hunch that it was the same boy with brown hair. with a click of your tongue, you run towards one of the campus buildings, keeping yourself pressed against the wall in hopes of hiding yourself from him.

why does the world feel like messing with me all the time? first it was those three goons, and now this totally random guy was chasing after you.

when you caught sight of his brown hair was when you made your move, tackling him from the side as he landed to the ground with a grunt.

anger was felt sizzling through your veins as you glared down at the guy, only to feel it simmer down. the boy that fell to the ground looked... soft, achingly soft. he had matching, coffee brown eyes and full lips that were painted in a frown, still in pain. he struggles to get up, yet when you looked towards his left arm, you saw something that made your blood freeze up even further.

it was a bandage wrapped around his left bicep, letting you know just who this guy was.

"peter?"

he lets out a nervous laugh, standing back to his full height while brushing back his hair. "y-yeah. here and in the flesh... i didn't think we went to the same university."

4. attraction

your mind was spinning, unable to comprehend or even believe that spider-man was actually here. you couldn't believe that he was revealing yourself to you like this.

"come with me."

you quickly grab on to peter's arm, leading him towards the café while trying to hold back the heat that was threatening to dye your cheeks. for starters, you weren't expecting spider-man to be so cute, with his doe eyes and full lips parted in a half grin-

he was totally the type you would go for.

but one thing was bothering you-

why was he so willing to reveal himself as the spider-man to you? wasn't the whole point of being a vigilante to keep your superhero identity a secret?

so just why did peter basically out himself to you?

with the café in sight, you enter with peter in tow, making a beeline towards the further table in the back. letting go of his arm, you take a seat across from peter at the table, with you looking around to make sure no one would hear you or listen in.

"is it really you, spidey?" you ask peter in hushed tones, with him answering you with a nod.

you look back to his arm, "does it still hurt?"

peter shrugs while smiling at you, "it's nothing a little ibuprofen can't fix. i'm fine."

relief was felt coursing through you, "that's great!" you tell him before clearing your throat, wishing to ask him this specific question, "listen, i just wanted to reassure you that your secret is safe with me, b-but i was just wondering, isn't it better to keep your identity hidden from anyone? w-why did you basically confirm that you and spider-man were the same person?"

peter gives you a deprecating smile, "you're a smart girl, much smarter than you let on..." he thrums his fingers against the table, as if searching for the right words to say.

after a few moments of silence, peter speaks once more. "i don't know, i guess i was just... tired to keeping this a secret. i didn't want anyone else i cared about get hurt from my dishonesty so... so i came clean to you right from the start."

he closes his eyes before leaning forward, placing his hand over yours. peter opens his eyes once more as a deep pain was seen settled within his gaze.

"i already lost everyone that once meant the world to me, and i guess i just wanted something to change, that's all."

peter gives you yet another smile, but this one was much softer, much kinder as he kept his gaze on you. with you sitting with peter, you felt as though you were the only two people in the world, allowing the strange warmth to take over as a new emotion began to blossom deep within your chest.

5. date

you were currently finishing up your essay when a series of knocks were heard coming from your front door. taking out your headphones, you stopped playing the music from your phone and went to answer the door.

but what you weren't expecting was to see peter parker himself standing in front of you with a bouquet of daisies in his hand. you take a step back, feeling the familiar warmth gracing your cheeks as you called out to him.

"p-peter, what's this?"

ever since your first meeting, you and peter had started becoming closer as friends. of course, you couldn't deny that you had one of the biggest crushes on him, but there was no way in hell you were admitting that to him.

sure, you had some study dates here and there, but this was the first time you saw peter standing outside of your apartment with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. and he was dressed kind of nicely, too, ditching that plain t-shirt for a sweater that fit him to perfection with a dark pair of jeans, completing his overall look with a pair of converses.

"hey, i-i was hoping you'd like to... go on a date with me...?" his words came out a bit slow, and you could practically see the anxiety shining within his eyes. he was afraid of rejection, but little did he know that you would never deny this chance to get closer to him.

"like, a date date? a real date?"

that's when peter flashes you a genuine smile, "yeah, a real date."

you look behind you, seeing your essay still displayed on your computer screen as you quickly ignored it, setting it aside to complete at a later date.

because there was no way you were going to say no to going on an actual date with peter parker.

6. holding hands

peter ends up taking you to a movie with a dinner afterwards. the date was completely casual, and you found yourself having the time of your life.

the sky had long darkened as stars littered across the expanse of the universe. your heart felt peaceful while you walked with peter.

"so... the city is not in need of any saving?"

your question earns a chuckle from peter. "nope, not tonight. i think the police can handle all the petty crime seen around the city for once."

you laugh with him, playfully running your hips against him as peter gave you a feign expression of pain. he rejoins you in your laughter, but this time, taking your hand.

this wasn't exactly the first time you had held hands together, but the emotion remained the same. the touch was so soft and benign, void of any urgency the moment peter interlocks his fingers together with yours. he smiles down at you, with you doing the same as you decided to walk closer to him.

keeping you by his side, peter takes your hand to press his lips against your knuckles, filling you with a sudden joy you weren't sure you had felt in a long time.

all you knew was that you never wished for this feeling, or this night, to ever end.

7. first kiss

you and peter spent the next couple of hours just walking around the city, talking about your lives and how you grew up.

you had parents who loved you, but desired to be a bit more independent, hence why you attended a university a bit further away from home.

peter didn't have anyone that was close to him anymore, telling you that his aunt had passed away a couple of years ago, that his death still stung him to this day.

you knew that this was just another part of peter that he was afraid of showing; the one who truly had lost everything within a blink of an eye. after he admits to how lonely he was to you, the silence returned, but only because the pain and empathy you felt for him was so raw that you didn't truly know what to say.

so you spent the next couple of minutes walking back home in silence, with peter still holding hands with you. with your lips pursed, you gently gave peter's hand a squeeze, catching his attention as he meets your gaze.

he gives you another tiny smile, squeezing your hand back in reply.

time goes by in a blur, and you found yourself standing in front of your apartment. peter remains silent, but you could see how shiny his eyes had become, alerting you to how he was having a difficult time holding back his emotions.

not saying a word, you take a hold of his face, framing it with your two hands. he looks at you, allowing a single tear to fall from his eyes before leaning in to softly kiss him.

he gasps, feeling him let out a slight hiccup before kissing you back. you allowed your lips to slot perfectly against his, tasting the saltiness of his tears when you deepened the kiss.

after a few seconds, you pull away from the kiss, gently caressing at peter's skin when you ask, "do you wish to spend the night here, with me?"

peter remains silent, merely wrapping his arms around you as he hugged your form even tighter to him, never daring to let you go as you invited him into the comfort of your apartment.

8. relationship

your relationship with peter was something that was still growing, yet already there was some rockiness felt along the way.

for starters, peter had gone back to his vigilante duties, often leaving you on read each time you would send him a text to check on him. but regardless of how his silence and distance hurt you, you knew it was only because peter was busy saving people.

but that didn't make it any easier.

each night, you found yourself aching for his presence, with all of your texts piling up with each day. you knew peter could see each and every one of them, but had yet to make an effort to even call or text you back.

truth be told, you were hurt. couldn't peter spare you even just a few minutes of his time? can't he call you so you could talk; so you could hear the sound of his voice? and why, whenever you search for him on campus, was he always nowhere to be found?

why did he feel so far away now, when things haven't even begun?

as the days morph into weeks, you decided to burn the sadness that was felt in the pit of your heart. you turned that sadness into anger, stopping all of your contact with peter as you went on with your life.

if he wants to give up on our relationship, then fine. it's better now when we're barely a few months in than suffer in the longterm.

thanks to your spite, you end up blocking his number, cutting off all contact with him. you refused to allow the guilt to fester within the pit of your stomach and tried to move on.

it continued on like this for a few more days, with you feeling the tiniest bit better without having to stress about peter and what he was doing. even if you were still hurting, you wouldn't force yourself to go through such unnecessary pain ever again.

and just when you were so confident that you could do this; could leave peter at a blink of an eye-

it all came crashing back down on you.

when you came home, you expected your apartment to be empty-

not to see peter parker himself settled on your couch with the utmost look of defeat on his face. he was still dressed as spider-man, and you were left flabbergasted, unable to react or respond as you looked from him to the sight of your open window, the one that lead out to your fire escape.

"get out, right now, just what the fuck are you even doing here?" you spat out with as much venom as you could muster, only to wince when peter's head fell.

"i'm sorry, you have every right to be mad at me, b-but, i can't do it. i can't let you go."

peter sounded like he was going to cry again, and the sound of his pain was enough to push you forward.

"peter..."

"i know that my life is a fucking mess, that everyone is probably better off without me. i realized that i was being selfish when i tried pursuing a relationship with you."

"b-but, i was so happy being with you that i forgot all about that. all i wanted was to fall deeper for you, but my stupid thoughts prevented me from making you happy. i'm just... so scared all the time."

feeling your own tears welling up within your eyes, you come closer to him and join him on the couch, wrapping your arms around him as you allowed your lips to brush against his unruly locks of hair.

"it's okay... it's okay. i get it, i do... all you need to do is just... trust me, peter." peter then clings to you, hiding his face within the curve of your neck while letting out a sigh of your name.

"it's just... you won't ever forget about me, right?"

"never ever."

you seal your promise to him with a sweet kiss, knowing now that you could never leave this boy with a heart of gold behind at all.

9. love

you and peter both lay back in bed, with you resting your head against his chest. you simply spent the entire day basking in each other's presence. as you listened to the gentle beating of his heart, you reach out to grab a hold of his hand, linking his fingertips together with yours before giving it a squeeze.

peter let's out a soft chuckle, taking a hold of your hand to press a lingering kiss at the back of it.

after you and peter finally communicated about your mutual feelings, you came to a mutual understanding. with your relationship growing stronger, you knew that you could never truly leave peter, that this boy who lost everything deserved to have a happy ending for once in his life.

as if reading your thoughts, peter takes a hold of your chin and leans closer to you, giving you a kiss that made your mind turn blank. you end up relishing the warm that he exuded, kissing him back with as much fervor to show him how you truly felt.

he pulls away first, staring deeply into your eyes while tracing at your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

"i've never felt so happy before... i can proudly say that this is the first time i have felt so much joy in my life-

"and it's all thanks to you, i love you." peter completes his statement by pressing yet another searing kiss against your lips, the sensation of it all enough to make your heart burst with happiness in response.

"oh peter parker, i love you, too."

as you and peter continued to lay in bed together, you knew that sharing this type of life with him would not be an easy one-

but you loved him enough to try, knowing that it was all going to be worth it in the end.

10. commitment

peter held your hand, leading you to the graveyard with a solemn expression on his face. knowing that this was an important day for him, you remain silent, just keeping your hand interlocked with his as you prayed that this would be enough to ease his pain.

you follow him throughout the cemetery, only stopping when he stands in front of a gravestone. he was silent, giving you a moment to read what was engraved:

here lies may parker...

"hey may, it's been a while." peter's voice breaks, and he sharply inhales before continuing, still giving your hand a tight squeeze. "i just wanted to tell you that you don't have to worry about me anymore..."

"i know how i told you about ned and michelle forgetting all about me, and for the longest time, i was stuck in such a deep darkness, one that i wasn't even sure i could even get out of."

"but... i ended up escaping that darkness, and it's all thanks to her." peter looks over at you with true love shining within his eyes. "i met her due to certain circumstances, and i was so happy i was able to protect you that night."

you could feel your tears forming, but no words would come out, instead, you mouthed the word i love you to him, basking in his sweet smile.

"i just wanted to tell you that you don't have to worry anymore, may. that i found someone who truly is my soulmate, who makes me happier than anyone in this world."

peter looks away from you briefly to stare at the bright morning sun, "so if you're up there, please know that i am happy now."

no words were spoken, but you swore you felt the sun warming your body as a gentle wind goes through your hair, the sensation making you let out a soft giggle as the sound catches peter's attention. he looks down at you with his own grin, saying your name when he reaches down to touch at your lips.

and as you were caught in his embrace, you were unaware of how brightly your golden wedding bands shone from beneath the intensity of the sunlight.

a.n. - it's been roughly 2 and a half years since no way home's release, and i was finally able to write a comfort fic for peter parker 🥹 he deserves his happy ending.

i apologize for any errors in this story, but i hope you readers enjoy this anyways.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #marvel x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker #.stories

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Tom's Instagram story | February 13, 2024

#tom holland #on instagram #instagram: stories #2024: romeo & juliet

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I love you Tom Holland, but stay out of Spideypool. Go back to your MJ. She needs you.

I love you Tobey Maguire, but stay out of Spideypool. Go back to your Harry. He needs you.

I love you Andrew Garfield, now get over here and snog Ryan Reynolds this minute. He needs you.

#the correct configuration #I mean all of my stories are based around the comic characters not the movies #but if they WERE going to be based around the movies #this is correct #spiderman #spideypool #deadpool #ryan reynolds #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #tom holland

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And the current group of crush obsessions is:

👔🗝️😈🔪🕷️🖤

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Masterlist for my smut stories/ fanfics

Michael Cimino & Reader

Celebrity Sex Paradise (10 Chapters with Joshua Bassett, Matt Cornett, Jace Norman, Tom Holland, Nico Greetham, Lucien Laviscount) FINAL CHAPTER OUT NOW!!

Sebastian Stan & Reader

Harrison Osterfield & Harry Holland

Shawn Mendes & Joshua Bassett

Nico Greetham & Reader

Joshua Bassett & Matt Cornett

Harry Holland & Tom Holland

Jordan Fisher & Matt Cornett

Gavin Leatherwood & Reader

Anthony Keyvan & Reader

Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield

Tom Holland & Kit Connor

Kit Connor & Mason Gooding

Leo Howard & Charles Melton

Lucien Laviscount & Black Michael

Froy Gutierrez & Zane Phillips

Peter Parker & Johnny Storm

Gavin Casalegno & Gregg Sulkin

Ross Lynch & Joshua Bassett

Rudy Pankow & Anthony Keyvan

Jacob Rott & Asher Angel & Nico Greetham & Taron Egerton

KJ Apa & Noah Beck

Nico Greetham & Milo Manheim - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PART 1

Leo Howard & Anthony Keyvan - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PART 2 & NEW!!

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Looks like Tom liked his GIRLFRIEND'S look in Paris also! 🙌🏾

Gee.... 😏

#tom holland #Instagram #Zendaya #Tomdaya #stories

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#tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya #birthday story #September 1 2023

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I was in a competition with Tom Holland about story writing. I poured my heart and soul into my work, and you know what he wrote? “Tom Holland eats and fights stuff.”

#dream #text #January 27th 2023 #tom holland #competition #writing #story writing

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all roads lead to;tom holland;one

one: Tom...eo and Juliet.

New series: fluff, smut, angst-ish (not really)

pairing: tom holland x writer!reader

tropes: enemies to lovers, fake dating, only one bed, road-trip, love triangle (or square), very rom com, idiots to lovers, oops-we-kissed, italian cliches from Hollywood

chapter summary: what is love? (baby don't hurt me) word count: 7.8

playlists: Italian vibes | y/n's breakup

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masterlist prologue|next chapter hi, sorry it took so long life happened, but heeeeyoo here it is! the first chapter <3 comment, reblog and tel me if you like it

It’s supposed to get easier by the time. That’s what they say. Time heals.

When does it heal? Tom could only wonder. When is time enough?

How long do you need to be healed? Had enough time gone by? When is it supposed to be when time starts healing? Because time goes slow and too fast. But it never seems to be enough.

The clock becomes an enemy when you’re supposed to be healing, like it’s carrying a big sword to dig the wound. To kill, slowly and steady. Ticking each and every hour. With each tick, it digs and with every tock it pulls.

It kills.

Tom was dying. Everyone is, really. Death comes as the only certain thing in one’s life. Not love, not even life. Death is the only thing that is certain. And what a bummer to be thinking about that.

However, Tom felt like he was dying, slowly, and steady. Time was announcing his death. And it had been that way for a while but he decided to ignore it. He decided that eventually, time would heal him.

And time couldn’t come faster.

Currently he had decided to die, sporadically. He had decided that dying with strangers was not the option. A year and a half ago he decided that he would die with only one person.

Yet, like everything else. The relationship died.

Of course, he had been meaning to break up with Giulia for a while but she’d broken up with him before he had planned it and he probably was being over dramatic as he usually was. Yet it was harder each day. A bad omen to an expected and early death. She’d killed his pride.

And it had been harder that particular day. Waking up to the news he’d be sharing his apartment with a couple who might be engaged isn’t the news he had been eager to hear. A couple who was so in love that might be or might get engaged.

It was life laughing at him. As if saying that he couldn’t get it. Laughing at his misfortunes. Tom had never felt love, he always escaped before he could feel anything.

Yet Giulia had been the closest thing to it. But he feared that he had to settle. He had wanted to break up with her and yet he was miserable, how easily had Giulia accepted it. And how she had turned his own breakup against him.

So if the closest thing to love didn’t feel the same. How could he believe in it?

Tom had decided years ago that he did not believe in love. How could he? The unexplainable reason as to why someone would believe in love was a mystery to him. He couldn’t believe in love because all love does is kill.

And Tom, as we’ve mentioned, was slowly dying. Emotionally, at least. Besides if he was dying without loving someone, how worse could it be had he loved her.

“Giulia is seeing someone.”

Second news he’d heard that day just after taking a second bite of his breakfast. Life playing a death march. His head had vanished, completely.

He didn’t want to hear it.

How could she?

How much time had gone for her? Or had the mounting started before? Had the relationship ended for her?

“You’re fucking joking,” Tom said. “It’s been—How do you know?”

Serafina only pursed her lips. “She posted a picture.”

Tom took a deep breath staring at the picture, his ex-girlfriend with a bright smile on her lips as her right hand posed on another man’s chest.

Tom then felt he died a little more. “She mourned an 18 month relationship for only a month ?” He questioned. “and now she’s bloody dating? No, correction. She didn’t mourn the relationship.”

“You wanted to break up with her why the fuck do you care?” Serafina sipped her cup of coffee, hugging her knees as she watched her desperate friend. “Besides, you don’t know that. Maybe they’re not dating.”

“You literally just showed me the picture.”

“It could be a rebound,” she pointed out.

“No.”

“Have a stupid coffee and move on, stolto.”

Tom picked up his cup. “No, it’s not a rebound. You don’t post a rebound, you fuck a rebound but you don’t post it on Instagram. Maybe a story, but not on your feed. That’s—that’s relationship shit. Which brings me to my point.”

She rolled her eyes, tired from having this conversation. “To your point?”

“She started seeing him earlier.”

“Now that you don’t know,” Fina pointed out.

Tom laughed cynically. “Please. I wanted to break up with her and it ended up with her saying and I quote: she knew what she wanted and that wasn’t me.”

“So?”

“So?” Tom scoffed.

“You wanted to break up with her,” Serafina couldn’t believe him, “she was defending herself. She probably broke up with you because she saw your intentions. You started ghosting her.”

“I—this is what I needed. A final reason, This is why I don’t believe in love. Because she simply—“

Serafina Sighed loudly, “Ay, per favore, Thomas! You can’t be so dramatic! And such an asshole!”

“I dated her for 18 months, I think I have a reason to be dramatic, how am I supposed—“

Serafina took a deep breath. “So ché. You don’t believe in love, fine but you are acting like this because you wanted her to mourn you. You—you’re—you’re so—“Fina was trying to find the words to describe him.

“So what?”

“Stupid! You do believe in love you’re just incapable of feeling but you do believe, and that’s why you are not buying any of this. Giulia is in love with you, I do think she is in love with you, but that’s who she is, but you get bored easily! You—you’re not right for her, and you need to get your shit together—“

“I don’t” Tom stated. “I have my shit together. Yes I—. I don’t think I fell for her, but I still cared. And I saw my life with her—“

“And that’s why you wanted to break up?”

“But I didn’t break up, she broke up with me.”

Serafina only watched him, amused. “You suck. I hate men. You made that poor girl fall in love with you when you don’t fucking believe in it.”

Tom rolled his eyes. And why should I believe in love? It takes a month to forget someone apparently.”

“Well I do believe in love.”

Tom only scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“And you will too as soon as you meet Miles and y/n, you will see that love can last,” Fina had warned him.

“I am angry because I cared for her, and she was a good shag, okay?”

Serafina shook her head. “Don’t you think it’s that? That she got tired of you not wanting to admit that you loved her?”

“I needed more time to love her,” he said, “eighteen months isn’t enough.”

“If you didn’t love her why are you so angry?”

“She hurt my pride.”

No. How could he? Or would it be better? Tom decided to take this with philosophy.

He decided to humor her, by ignoring her.

He’d learned about that couple. Miles and y/n. According to Serafina the couple was the one couple she ever believed to be forever. They’d been together since college and they were the perfect pair. Tom’s roommate believed that they probably had come to get engaged. As any other stupid couple who comes to Verona to fulfill their Romeo and Juliet fantasy.

But Tom did not believe that Miles and Y/N would make him believe in love. Or would they?

A year and a half wasted. A year and a half full of foreves that didn’t last, and a year and a half full of promises that would be broken so easily, a year and a half full of ‘what if’s. Full of moments that would be ingrained in Tom’s mind forever.

Leaving with the sole wonder of how a moment lasts forever and yet it dies.

The big question was how can you make it not last anymore? How can you get rid of a moment in time that will be buried deep inside you?

Tom wondered, was it really that significant? Was it really?

Because time had led him to love her. But did he really? And he did. Otherwise he wouldn’t be hurting. He’d be healing and that wasn’t near.

How pathetic was he that he just… died. He had always loved the idea of the relationship he had with Giulia.

And it had been difficult, waking up every morning and not knowing how the day had gone through.

Giulia and Tom were gone. And every promise of tomorrow was blurry.

Tom, really, was dying. And how can a dead person have to pick up someone from the airport? A couple that he’d been promised would be the epitome of love.

Life was laughing at him.

And it kept laughing when the one girl who’d knocked his coffee off was…

“I’m y/n.” She said.

Tom blinked, “what?”

“I'm y/n, Fina told me you’re the one picking me up,” she explained.

Tom watched her. She hadn’t slept, he could tell. But he hadn’t either, and probably the reason why she hadn’t slept was because she traveled.

He hadn’t slept because of a heartbreak. It was not fair.

And it wasn’t her fault per se, but Tom had decided he wouldn’t like her. As immature as it sounds, his heartbreak demanded him to hate on someone. That particular someone had to be the woman who knocked off the coffee. The woman who came to Verona to have her lame Romeo and Juliet fantasy.

Tom took a deep breath. Of course it had to be her. Now two reasons to hate her, she was the one who was in a happy relationship probably here expecting to get engaged to her lovely boyfriend… who was nowhere in sight.

“You can’t be.”

“I am.”

“I was told you’d be with your boyfriend,” Tom explained. “Where is he?”

There was a certain discomfort in her face, she took a long deep breath before looking down at her phone. “Yeah I was told that too but he isn’t here, can we leave?”

Tom crossed his arms. “Where is he? Are you ditching him?”

She let out a cynical cackle.

“Did you?”

“He’s not here. He caught another plane,” she was humored by him, chuckling to herself. As if he was stupid for not knowing the reason why couples these days took different planes.

Tom frowned. “Well I’m not coming back to the airport—“

“He will figure it out,” she interrupted. “Don’t worry. He’s a tough guy. He will be fine but for now I’m here. It’s only me.”

Tom only watched her. He placed his sunglasses back on.

“Please?” She begged.

He decided he wouldn’t fight anymore with the poor stranger. He couldn’t hate her.

“Are you going to leave me here?”

“I’m considering it,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“I’m deciding if I hate you or not.”

“We just met and you hate me already?” She questioned. “Only because I dropped the coffe accidentally.”

“The coffee was for you and what’s his name? Miles,” he said, handing over a small cup of coffee. “Now I have one extra coffee and I have spent money on 4 espressos that won’t be drunk by anybody. Three because they got knocked off and one extra one.”

No, actually he could hate her.

“I did not mean to knock over the coffee but thanks, I need caffeine. I’m sorry.”

Tom helped her with her bags as she installed herself in the front seat. There was a tinge of sadness upon herself, probably bitter her trip hadn’t started with a princess-like carriage pulled by horses.

He checked his phone once more, knowing he would hate it completely.

A text from a group chat, an invitation to a party which Giulia would probably attend. A party that she would probably bring her newest butt acquisition to.

Tom locked his jaw, he was angry.

“So you’re Fina’s roommate?” His passenger questioned. “Why couldn’t she pick me—“

“She had a job emergency,” Tom explained. “Sorry she’s not here, trust me, I wouldn’t have come.”

“Right.”

“We don’t have to talk, you know.”

Y/N only widened her eyes, watching him. “Gee, sorry for existing.”

He was angry. Not at her, for sure but she did bring in something.

He started the car. “The airport annoys me, it’s full of couples who’re here to be enamoured by Verona and the streets where Romeo and Juliet fell in love. I blame Shakespeare for that.”

“Aren’t you british?” She questioned.

“How did you know?”

“The accent is noticeable, innit?”

He huffed.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s just ironic.”

“What is?”

“A Brit hating on Shakespeare.”

“It’s not. And I didn’t say I hate him.”

Maybe it was but who was she to judge? She’d arrived 10 minutes before and she knew absolutely nothing about him. No, he hadn’t come here specifically to get his romantic story, he’d gotten it in the way but he hadn’t come here for that. Besides, that was beyond the point.

Sure Shakespeare was British and so was he but that was beyond the point, his point was that romance was out of his league for now so he would resent anyone who experienced it. Besides, how unoriginal. Although he had to admit that he did have the story near his heart.

“So where is your boyfriend?” Tom questioned. “I assume that you’re here to experience the most

romantic place. Visit Juliet’s house and everything.”

She chuckled. “I—well. Not really.” Her tone was sarcastic. There was something about her that didn’t sit well with him.

“Why? You don’t think Romeo and Juliet is romantic?” He questioned.

“I do. I’m not here for that,” she said. “However, Romeo and Juliet is, undoubtedly, the greatest love story ever written.”

Tom disagreed with her, now getting even more reasons to hate her.

“Of course you think that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She frowned.

“What else are you here for? If you’re here at Verona you must be a Romeo and Juliet fan.”

She watched him. Quietly, and it made him feel uneasy.

“So you don’t think it’s the greatest love story?”

“It’s so stupid, they met each other for like three days,” Tom said.

She rolled her eyes, “and of course you say that.”

“Why is it romantic?” Tom questioned. “Tell me one reason.”

“I never said it was,” y/n cleared up.

“You said it was the greatest love story,” Tom reminded her.

“Because it is,” she said. “Romance and love aren't the same thing, however.”

“What?”

“There can be love without romance and there can be romance without love,” she explained. “Although Romeo and Juliet might have a tinge of both.”

“But you have to agree that it is stupid,” Tom kept pushing. “They knew each other for three days. You can’t love after three days.”

She gave it a thought, “Probably, but not because of time. I think it’s stupid he died… But dying in love might be better than dying after you’ve loved. Dying before love dies.”

Tom paused, dying in love. He’d never thought about that before. Perhaps that was the answer to the problem.

“However, I do think it’s romantic that they fell for each other right away,” she added.

Tom had to disagree. “That’s stupid. I would say dying is more romantic. But not even, all of it, it’s stupid.”

“How is death romantic?”

“They died for love! Or whatever they thought love was.” Tom excused, “that is romantic. It’s literally the one thing I do believe to be romantic.”

“How? They could’ve had a lifetime together,” she refuted.

“Romeo loved Juliet so much that he died for her,” Tom snapped. “He loved her so much that he couldn’t stand the idea of living without her.”

Maybe he had more in common with Romeo than he cared to agree.

Y/N shook her head, “That’s stupid, first of all, living for someone is a bigger act of love… And then Romeo was an idiot because he should’ve waited.”

How in the world had he ended up discussing Romeo and Juliet with a stranger was beyond his mind but he could understand less how stupid one could be to discuss why Romeo and Juliet isn’t or is romantic.

“How the hell was he supposed to know?” Tom snapped.

Y/N scoffed. “He didn’t give it a second thought. What about their plans and future? He could’ve waited and—“

“He was a teen from the old… age… time thing, what was he supposed to do? Check her pulse? he knew nothing.”

She smirked. “My point, he knows nothing.”

Tom Groaned. “nothing about medicine maybe, but he knew he had to die for her.”

“Oh yes, loving so much you die,” Y/N laughed.

Tom frowned. “They were teenagers, he had a crush,he didn’t love her but—in their mind, it was love, and that’s why it’s stupid. But his sacrifice isn’t,” Tom fought.

She shook her head. “Love means staying Besides love when you’re a teenager… is like that. Rough, passionate.”

Tom shook his head. “I guess love is like that, not when you’re a teenager, though. You don’t know anything when you’re a teenager. Or not that fast.”

“Why wouldn’t they know about it? It’s love, it’s not anything about freaking taxes. It’s love. Love when you’re young might be the purest love in its most raw form, it’s love without thinking about the consequences.”

“It’s not about them being young, It’s about loving without thinking. That is not—safe.”

Y/N shrugged. “But it’s fun, why should we ever stop and think when you love someone and they love you back?”

When had this come from? Tom didn’t believe in any of that bullshit.

“Several reasons actually,” Tom explained, “well, not—love, but before making rash decisions.”

“So you agree? You think that him dying was stupid.”

“It’s subsequently stupid because they fell in love quickly,” Tom said.

“I'm not saying—love is about two people, what Romeo did was very selfish. He took the decision all alone and—left Juliet on her own.So what else did Juliet have? He decided to end it because he thought it was the best for them because he didn’t think, he didn’t stop to see if—because he thought Juliet had died. He left her. Romeo killed Juliet.”

Tom listened. There was something else there. Romeo killed Juliet.

“Juliet killed Romeo,” Tom challenged. “Or, rather love killed Romeo.”

“Love doesn’t kill.”

“Both of them died.”

“But not because of love.”

“Love kills.”

She stayed quiet. Tom knew he had won.

“Weren’t you the first to say what they felt wasn’t love?” She asked with mischief knowing she was right,

Tom opened his mouth yet no words could come out. She won.

“Lack of love kills, not love,” she said.

He could tell she was not in her right mind. Had she traveled alone? He suddenly was feeling intrigued by her. He had noticed her eyes were covered by a sleepless night and she didn’t have that sudden glimpse in her eyes that says she’s in love.

“You’re just wrong, love kills,” he smirked. “And I guess you should live with that.”

She frowned. “I’m not but you ran out of arguments.”

“I don't need any, you are wrong.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You were the first to say you didn't believe Romeo and Juliet to be romantic. And you actually agree with me but you worded it differently, you're just too proud to admit it.”

“I’m not proud,” Tom scowled. “You don’t know me.”

She raised her brow and chuckled. “I don’t have to, I can tell what kind of person you are, you’re a walking stereotype. I think I wrote a paper on people like you.”

“People like me?”

“Yeah.”

Who did she think she was? “And what kind of people am I?” He frowned.

She just smirked.

“What kind of—?”

She kept smirking.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Tom asked again and her smirk was erased. There, her weakness. Easily discovered.

Hasd she had a fight? Was he rejoicing in the fact that she might be miserable too?

“He’s coming,” she said.

“To Verona?”

She stayed quiet. There was a change of mood, and he could tell.

Tom watched her. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, not really. However he’d been proven that you could hate someone at first sight.

“Serafina told me you were here to get engaged,” he commented trying to make conversation.

She pursed her lips. “I’m not.”

Tom frowned. “How long have you been dating?”

She took a deep breath. “He’s actually here,” she avoided the question. “Here in Italy, already.”

“Who is?”

“Miles.”

“Who’s Miles?”

“My…boyfriend.”

“Oh. Why are you not with him?” No answer again. Tom was annoyed. “So the boyfriend talk is out, okay.”

“Please.”

“I actually do know who you are,” Tom admitted. “You’re a writer, yeah? I’ve seen your books somewhere in the house. One is about a surfer, right?”

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, a summer love, the other one is about some best friends who fall in love.”

“Cliché.”

“Kind of, yeah. It was based on… my story with Miles.”

Tom turned to see her eyes. “Ah.”

“The next one was supposed to be Italy, actually, it's… , different.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, have you read then?” She asked. “The copies I sent to Fina?”

“It’s romance,” he said matter of factly. “I don’t read that kind of bullshit.”

She chuckled. “Thanks.”

“No offense, it’s not you, it’s me.”

She suddenly hugged her bag. Weird.

That’s all Tom could gather from her, she was weird. And although he didn’t want to admit, he did know a lot about her. Serafina had always talked about y/n, as someone incredible, but how else would she talk? Serafina and y/n had been friends for what seemed forever. Although they’d only met in college and shared a room, they became instant friends.

However, Fina always talked about y/n in the best way. A writer who was so good at describing romance that it made her want to feel like it. He did know about Miles and y/n. He’d learned about them and even more so when Fina had told him they’d be coming. A couple that irradiated chemistry and romance. Tailor-made for each other.

Yet, there she was. Avoiding the subject.

He had lied, he had read a few pages of y/n’s book. Both of them. Skimmed through it. Not read it. But he had read…some of it,

One particular line had stuck. And he would keep it to himself to this day.

He couldn’t understand it. Less now that he had no one to share whatever love was with. He hadn’t for a while but that’s another story, one that he would keep for himself.

Tom was, a big fan of secrets even if everyone believed to know him. Everyone would have their own conclusions and assumptions about who he was and he hated that. Everyone assumed he was an open book, and that they knew him. Always saying he was proud, insensitive and stubborn.

He was, but he was more than that.

He knew y/n would be one to think less of him.

“I’m glad you haven’t read it,” she said.

“Why?”

“I don’t think you would get it.”

“Why?”

“Just because.”

“I’m not stupid.”

She chuckled. “I didn’t say you were but if you think Romeo and Juliet—“

“Woah woah that is different but I have read Shakespeare, I tried reading yours once and I got bored from the first sentence.”

She shrugged, “I did use a lot of fancy words, I apologize.”

Tom didn’t want to make more conversation.Luckily it wasn’t as far and Serafina was there to receive y/n with wide open arms.

Y/N turned to him, “thanks for the ride.”

“Yeah whatever, we don’t have to talk anymore.”

She just rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, tu sei così carina, amore mío, I’ve missed you so much!” Serafina called to her friend.

Tom decided he wouldn’t like to engage in any more conversations. He’d had enough and he was annoyed enough.

“Where’s Miles?” Fina asked. “Thomas, did you ditch him?”

“No,” he answered simply.

“It wouldn’t surprise me, you have a tendency to go after women who already have a man.”

He did have that tendency. Tendency which he… wasn’t proud of but didn’t regret.

“No,” y/n said as they were walking in, Fina already had a charcuterie board prepared and four glasses of wine. “Miles is not here.”

“Che cosa?” Fina asked. “How come?”

“Well,” Y/N licked her lips, before giving Tom a glance. “Why don’t you tell me about your job? How’s the whole fashion design going?”

Of course she didn’t want to tell him but Tom loved getting into everyone’s business, he believed in others people gossip, he didn’t tell anyone about it but he liked gathering information for his own entertainment.

He was an ass, really.

He pretended to go to his room, knowing y/n was supposed to settle on the couch. He would not give his room to a stranger.

He then decided to actually close the door to give the girls the privacy they were craving for, and the one he was yearning for as well.

Some solitude to drawn into his lonely and angry thoughts.

To think about the party. A party who h Fina had already responded for him, they were all going to the party. Like a big family, Fina, Y/N, Tom and… Miles.

Who was nowhere in sight, did he even exist? Tom decided to stalk y/n. Instagram.

She was… different. Pictures of various places, mostly doors. With photographs of her and Miles, kisses on cheeks and of Miles alone. Very handsome man.

Her Instagram was full of them. A couple that only had eyes for each other. As if it was looking at the guy through her heart.

Tom felt jealous. Their pictures were very… intimate. Not in the usual intimate sensual way, but in the way he could tell the pictures were taken in the exact moment.

He wanted that. Honestly, seeing y/n’s smile made him uneasy, for he would never be able to make someone smile like that.

He decided to go to his profile, and Tom got even more jealous. It was still y/n and Miles. but in a different way.

Through Miles’ eyes.

Tom had never really felt that, that need to take pictures of someone while they’re being… them. Miles had managed to create the perfect picture of his girlfriend, with her cooking, with her writing, or under the moon. Y/N was, even if Tom didn’t want to admit it, attractive. And maybe it was his tendency to want what he didn’t have but he felt jealous and urging to steal her away from Miles.

Maybe it wasn’t even y/n. Maybe he only wanted to fall in love.

Tom saw they had a perfect cozy life, and even after all this time, they would show they were in love.

He saw various candid pictures of her and some of them showed when she noticed, trying to hide from the camera as if her view wasn’t enough. Her hair flying and with a smile that would outshine the stars.

So different from the y/n he had met today, who looked tired and as if her light was gone. The radiant girl from the picture was nowhere in sight, and it wasn’t a catfish, per se, Tom saw someone had stolen something from y/n.

And he hated them for that because whoever did that left y/n to be someone who he couldn’t stand.

He kept scrolling and creeping through theirInstagram, with pictures of both of them midst laughs, in motion.

Y/N’s pictures told their story and it was full of romance and love. Miles pictures showed complete adoration to y/n. Devotion, even.

It’s funny how different the relationship was through their eyes, Tom thought, how can love truly be when we all have a different meaning to it?

Is love really something by the book or is it just an imaginary concept with no subsequent meaning.

Why did everyone yearn for it? And would he ever feel it again?

That feeling when your cheeks rush and your heart beats, slightly faster. When their skin tastes like sweet honey, or when a word is poison enough.

Poison. That’s what he would describe love as, a poison that kills you slowly.

Was that love for the couple he’d just stalked?

Or was love…. Each other?

Was y/n love to Miles? was Miles love to y/n?

If he was, then…where was he?

He was curious so he decided to walk out. Adventuring himself trying to understand where the hell was that guy with pure and profound admiration.

Luckily for him, Serafina had just finished talking about her own life so he was just in time to understand where exactly Miles was.

Y/N had noticed Tom was there, hanging out in the kitchen with them, he only leaned against the counter, stealing some of the prosciutto Fina had let out for y/n.

“You’re going to love Miles, Thomas, and you’re going to get jealous,” Serafina warned him after a while of telling cute stories from the magnificent couple. “He’s super hot.”

Y/N shifted in her place. Tom raised his brows. Was that jealousy? Had y/n felt uncomfortable that someone else admired her boyfriend?

“Ah, really?” He crossed his arms.

“They’re the perfect couple,” Serafina continued. “They make me believe in love.”

Tom scoffed.

“I remember this one time when y/n and him were not dating still, but they both showed up to the same party wearing practically the exact same outfit.”

Tom chuckled. “And that’s why they’re perfect. Wow. Same outfit, really that—“he turned to see y/n. “That’s as romantic as Romeo and Juliet.”

Y/N shot him a glare.

“And this other time—Like, you guys always said stuff at the same time, and you finished each—“

“Finished each other sentences!” Tom laughed. “How romantic.”

“It is" y/n said.

“I highly doubt that,” Tom disagreed.

“You don’t think love relies on similar values and taste?” Y/N asked.

Tom scoffed. “An outfit doesn’t make you a perfect couple.”

“What does, then? You seem to know much about love.”

Serafina let out a laugh. “Tom doesn’t know much about love, he’s an idiot.”

“Am I, really?”

“Yes,” both girls answered at unison.

“All I’m saying is having similarities with a person doesn’t guarantee you a long lasting and loving relationship.”

Y/N ignored his sight.

Tom hated that, he could be insulted, misjudged, anything, but to deny him attention was the one thing to actually hurt him.

Tom watched the girl, she was delicate. Finally seeing the loose hairs, trying to find the remaining pieces of the girl he’d seen on the pictures.

“Tom here does not believe in love,” Fina explained.

“So I’ve gathered,” y/n said. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

Tom shrugged, “It’s not that I don’t believe in it, it’s just people think it’s so significant and I believe the idea of love, the idea of it—I mean, the idea that people have is just undeniably stupid.”

“Why is that?” Fina asked.

Y/N decided to still focus on her drink.

“Well, you’ve based love on outfits, and speech patterns or anecdotes togehter, while I think love is a much bigger sentiment which needs a fully bigger understanding and we’ve been taught to wrongfully see love as a romantic comedy, or a romance book—“

Y/N them smirked. “You’re against romance.”

“I’m against generic and comercial romance,” Tom explained. “Cheap romance, which means in this whole… rom com thing in which the girl meets the guy and after knocking down a cup of coffee they instantly fall in love.”

“You’re still bitter about that, huh.”

“Yes but it brings me to my point, romantic comedies or movies or even books have taught us that you and I should’ve fallen in love the moment we bumped into each other because it would be a—what’s it called?”

“Meet cute,” y/n said,

“And that’s not love, and you must know that, you’ve had a relationship for years and I am sure you didn’t fall in love with him just five minutes after you’ve met him.”

Y/N watched Tom, deciding whether or not to humor him with her opinion.

“You’re arguing with a romance writer, Thomas,” Serafina asked.

Tom smirked, “which brings me to it yet again, are your books accurate?”

Y/N shrugged, “a bit, I did have my meet cute with Miles,” she said and then took a deep breath. “No I didn’t fall in love right away with him but it took me absolutely no time.”

Tom shook his head. “That can’t be true, love is time.”

“Love is timeless,” y/n said.

“Then why do breakups happen? Why—why are there divorces or—“

Y/N shifted in her place once again. “Break ups don’t necessarily mean lack of love. Sometimes time itself is the one that kicks in.”

“Breakups are the sole reason why love doesn’t exist.”

“I’m sorry darling but you’re so wrong, who hurt you?” Y/N asked Tom.

Tom turned to Serafina. “I don't like your friend she can’t stay here.”

“This is my place so you fucking deal with it,” Fina grinnned. “Please, prove it to him. How long did it take you to fall in love with Miles?” Fina smiled then, “I remember when you did, it was when he sang to Dancing Queen”

Y/n smiled to herself. “The lyrics thing, yeah, he-“she chuckled.

“The dude,” Fina explained. “He was singing along to Dancing Queen… he said.. See that girl, watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen.”

Y/n laughed. “And the tangerine part,” she laughed. “Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tangerine,” she sang along.

Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s—that is not love.”

“It is actually,” y/n said. “Love for me is not something incomprehensible, it’s actually something so simple that only a few get to experience it.”

“Where’s Miles anyway, y/n?” Fina asked. “Don’t avoid the question. I’ve asked you three times now. I’ve missed him, and we have to show this idiot here that love does exist.”

Y/N sighed. “He…” she cleared her throat. Her thoughts were circling in her mind, words struggling to come out.

Fina turned to Tom. “This is your fault she won’t talk to me cause you’re here.”

Tom smirked as he shrugged, “pretty avoidant about your boyfriend.”

Fina rolled her eyes, “sorry he’s an ass. He’s just probably bitter we are going to a party where his ex-girlfriend will be with another guy.”

Tom shook his head. “I’m not going, by the way.”

“Ay, per favore, Thomas,” Fina rolled her eyes. “We are going.”

The discussion didn’t take long and he knew there was no use of trying to discuss anything. There was no disposition of him. He didn’t want to go.

Fina told him it was okay to admit he was going through a heartbreak.

Was this a heartbreak? Because it wasn’t as bad, not as bad as he thought it would be. How can you feel pain when you haven’t felt love?

But going to see the girl he’d spent time with seemed like hell. It was hurting his pride as if all the relationship was lifeless.

Tom was lifeless. How couldn’t he be? Wasn’t life supposed to be love? How could he know?

He just remembered tossing the car keys to Fina after waiting for her and y/n to get ready. There was something there, seeing a girl who was full of love getting ready. From the earrings to the hair, maybe loving someone gives you that kind of excitement.

He didn’t have any.

It was weird.

Now less, when he was in hell knowing he’d been changed for someone who he would never be. That’s the thing about relationships, you can only give so much and yet it’ll never be the same someone else can give.

Uniqueness.

But did he have that uniqueness? He hadn’t given Giulia anything someone else couldn’t give her. But he was certain he hadn’t given her love.

And now she was with someone else.

He walked into the party, with people he’d known for a while but who didn’t know him at all. No one truly did, ever.

Meanwhile he knew he had to hate y/n because she had someone who knew everything, even how she would finish her sentences.

Would he ever have that? Would someone just know him? Or bother to know him?

He only had a glass of wine as he watched his friends laughing, drinking and smoking, living. Yet. He was there, knowing some girls would be drowned to him yet not care about it at all.

A girl was gently stroking his shoulders, as she tried to see what was underneath his t-shirt. He would only give her a few smiles.

He was staring at the new girl in his life, with a forced smile, speaking very few words in Italian, laughing at jokes she didn’t understand. Y/N was entertainment for him, she was pathetic, honestly,

Tom decided he would focus on y/n rather on expecting Giulia to arrive with that new asshole. Besides, Y/N wasn’t enjoying her time either or so it seemed. He pitied her, y/n was probably too busy focusing on the fact that Miles wasn’t there rather than enjoying her surroundings.

That’s probably why Tom didn’t bother on falling in love, because it involved depending your happiness on someone else. Celebrating on rather useless milestones that didn’t matter. Tom knew he couldn’t rely his happiness on anyone else.

Yet he didn’t find happiness on his own.

Perhaps he was hurting. Yeah.

Perhaps the drink in his hand wasn’t enough and perhaps he would blame his headache on not sleeping.

Yet he knew deep inside he was hurting because even though, he didn’t experience love, he had experienced the closest thing to it, and he had lost it.

What a shame.

He saw y/n head out, walking to that balcony on the second floor. He saw her, all alone staring at the night and taking a few deep breaths, before deciding to look outside.

The streetlights were barely giving any light to her,

“Are they not good enough?” Tom asked as he headed out with her.

“Who?”

“Our friends, are they not good enough as your boyfriend?”

Y/N was slightly startled. She gave him a sad smile. “No.”

He snorted. “Figured.”

She shrugged. “You’re going through a breakup, then.”

Tom nodded. “Yeah.”

“Is she here yet?” She asked.

Tom shook his head. “Not yet.”

“When did it happen?”

“A month ago.”

“Hm.”

Y/N nodded to herself and then remained quiet. They both turned back to the party. Everyone was having fun but them. They were stuck.

Tom knew why he was stuck but why was she?

“Why did it happen?” She broke the silence.

He shrugged. “Not sure. I have an idea, if she’s bringing someone else, I think that might be it.”

Y/N watched him and turned back to watch the quiet city. A couple was walking by.

“I bet you thought that Miles would be here and run to the balcony all Romeo and Juliet style,” he teased.

“It’s not bad to wish for a love story,” she said.

He rolled his eyes. “Are we having this conversation again?”

“No, I’m not really in the mood for it, I don’t like you.”

Tom watched, “where is he?”

Y/n laughed.

Tom stared. “Where is your Prince Charming, then?”

Y/N licked her lips.

“I think you shouldn’t be waiting for him, you can enjoy a perfect party like this, you don’t need someone you love to be happy.”

Y/n wrinkled her nose. “No, but it does help. Having someone who just—“she smiled, “I assume you haven’t felt it. To have someone who just stops time, who makes you speak in prose and who, you know, at the end of the day, it makes everything better.”

“I guess not, haven’t felt it,” he admitted. “But when I could’ve, she ended it.”

She turned to see Serafina laughing and hanging by someone’s shoulders. He followed her gaze, bored by the same theatrics his friends always pulled. The same routine, everything.

What is love, baby don’t hurt me by Haddaway played in the background.

“I hate that song.” “I love that song.”

Neither knew who had said what, but they just turned to the other with disgust.

“Are we going to argue about this, too?” Tom asked.

“We can.”

He sighed. “It’s an 80’s song.”

“That should sum up the answer and end the argument,” she said. “It’s an 80’s song.”

“It could bring us to our previous argument, though, what is love?”

She chuckled. “It is a deep analysis of it.”

“As if he’s asking himself, what is it really? And if it’s love-”

“If it’s love why are you hurting me,” she chuckled. “He desn’t know, why she’s not fair.”

“He gives her love.”

“And she doesn’t care,” Y/N nodded, very seriously now.

“What is right and what is wrong?” He asked, quite philosophical.

“Gimme a sign,” She continued.

“What is love?” He asked again.

“Baby don’t hurt me.”

He sighed. “Don’t hurt me.”

“No more.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” they both sang.

They both smiled to themselves proud of the most stupid thing they could come up with. Silence filled up again.

“Miles broke up with me, ” y/n said candidly, ignoring the silence beside her.

“What?” Was all Tom could ask midst agonizing stare.

“Miles, my supposedly soon to be fiancé broke up with me.”

Tom then, understood, as if suddenly a light was lit. He saw it, she was dying too, that’s why the girl could not be judged.

“What?” He asked again, with humor this time,

“He broke up with me,” she said, “it’s a funny story, actually.”

“Is it?” He grinned, “that is something I do want to hear.”

“He broke up with me and left me and came here to Italy because we used to have this dream that we would take a road trip together and I didn’t—and I couldn’t do it so he broke up with me and came to do it on his own, and I panicked and I followed him blindly hoping I’ll bump into him and we get back together.”

“That’s fucking insane.”

She sighed. “A bit, yeah.”

He smirked, “and you had the bloody courage to say you believe in love?”

“Yes.”

“When you’re broken-hearted and insane?”

“A broken heart and insanity is only proof that love exists.”

“Pfsh, that’s bull—“And in that precise moment he saw her. Giulia.

With her waist against the new guys hand. With a smile he could’ve never gotten. It hurt, and in a way he never thought he would feel, a chest pain slowly spreading through his body. A sudden urge to run away yet having the inability to do so, his body slowly sinking.

Tom was dying. That’s what he was feeling. Knowing about it hurt but seeing it. Seeing it. He was dying, and he was shaking and he was dying.

Giulia was with someone else’s and he had to deal with it. He had to fucking deal with it. A heartbreak that killed him.

“It’s not bullshit.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re—right.”

Y/N frowned. “What?”

“Yeah, you’re right, yes.”

She followed his gaze, “ah.”

“Yes.”

“Is that her?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah.”

“She’s pretty,”

“Yeah, yes, yes.”

“No wonder why she broke up with you, she’s way out of your league.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you just agreeing to everything I say?”

“Yeah.”

“Great, will you admit you’re an idiot?”

“Yeah.”

Tom was shaking, sweating, and sinking into the ground, slowly, the world was trying to eat him alive. He needed to escape, but how? He didn’t need Giulia to see he was weak. He couldn’t stand the idea of being weak.

How could he prove to her that he had moved on? How on earth? He looked around and he saw no escape, he was trapped. His eyes darted across the room until he finally looked to his left, to the girl he had been attempting to insult all day.

An idea, a very stupid one, came to his mind.

“I’m going to wrap my arm around you and we are going to walk in and we need to seem madly—“

“What?” She interrupted him. “What?”

“I need Giulia to see I’ve moved on and so you will have to—“

“I won’t pretend I’m your girlfriend,” she stated

“No, not my girlfriend, just—let’s look mad horny for each other.”

“Excuse me?”

Tom was panicking and running out of options, he didn’t want Giulia to realize he was there. If it were for him no one would be acknowledging he existed at that precise moment.

“Please, please, I—“

“I’m not going to do that, I don’t like you you’ve been rude to me all day!”

“It’s only for a moment, we can flirt and—“

“I would never flirt with you,” she was repulsed,

“I’ll pay you!” He insisted,

“No.”

“I’ll read your book?”

“Why would I want you reading my book?” She questioned.

“I’ll help you find Miles.”

“Thomas!” That was Giulia, approaching him in slow motion as Tom was going to be sick. “Thomas, what—what are you doing here?”

Giulia was approaching him, and with each step Tom felt he turned smaller, and before he could realize it, he is ex girlfriend was standing right in front of him, with the new idiot beside her.

“Tom, hi, I would like you to meet Mateo,” Giulia said. “He—“

Who the fuck introduces a new fling to their ex of eighteen fucking months? Only weeks after the fucking breakup,

Tom only stared. “Oh, hi.”

“Ciao,” Mateo answered.

Serafina had seen the whole scene and rushed to see how she could be of help.

Giulia’s eyes landed on y/n, who was watching the whole scene with amusement.

Tom gulped, “Uh— this is y/n—She is—“

“Tom’s girlfriend,” y/n grinned. “Nice to meet you.”

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drugstore perfume.

peter parker x fem.reader

notes: post no way home.

{ gone, today | i might just see you around | it hurts but i understand | if you can't find another reason not to stay }

there was a cute guy that often stopped by your diner, exuding a type of loneliness that kept you achingly captivated.

he orders simple meals, often opting for a lighter meal consisting of a simple sandwich with a bowl of whatever the soup of the day was. with your workplace being a diner that remained opened for 24 hours, for once, you were happy that your usual shift was the graveyard shift.

without fail, he would come in around 2 to 3am, wearing a hoodie with unexplained cuts and bruises dotting his skin. and despite the minor injuries that were kept sustained against his face, it didn't do much to mar his soft and gorgeous features.

each time you would serve him, he would give you that same, sad smile. his kind eyes always appeared grateful before digging into his meal, yet it was clear that he was keeping many parts of himself hidden from you.

you had a sense that... that there was so much more to him than meets the eye.

why was it that every time he would enter the diner, he was covered in fading bruises?

why was he always alone, never once coming into the diner with a friend or family member?

and why did you have this inexplicable urge to comfort him each time he would gaze out the diner's window, his unblinking gaze staring at the cityscape with some unknown emotion you could never quite place.

you wanted to get closer to him-

to find out all the mysteries he had to offer.

and you were finally going to do something about it.

it was like you had become so accustomed to his presence, with you getting ready for work each night whilst sporting a gentle smile on your face. once your uniform was on, you step out of your apartment and began your trek towards the diner, your strides having a bit of the bounce to them.

your walk to work was uneventful (as per usual), with you clocking right at 10pm, ready to relieve your coworker of her shift as you take her place, taking on orders for the new patrons that surrounded the diner.

you kept busy, doing your best to not look at the clock as the hours ticked by, your heart practically pounding as it neared 2am. as if responding to the late hours, the amount of customers you served began to dwindle down, leaving you alone with the cook as the diner was now empty.

with a hum, you begin wiping down the tables, eyes trailing over to the clock once more, seeing that the time read 2:05 when you hear the sounds of a door opening.

you look back to see him, flashing you a sheepish smile as his brown eyes met with your welcoming gaze. he spends a few seconds admiring you, shaking his head while fighting back a blush. a cough was heard coming from him before he looks away from you.

walking with a comfortable pace, you allow yourself to stand next to him, brushing back your hair while taking out your pad and pen.

"hey peter, your bruise looks a lot better today."

you greet him by stating his first name, shivering a bit when he lets out a hum in response. those gentle vibrations heard coming from him was enough to make your knees a little weak for him.

"uh, thanks... i told you before that i can heal pretty well."

you nod and meet his gaze, your smile kind and genuine. "what can i get for you?"

"what's the soup of the day?"

"tomato bisque."

"then i'll take a grilled cheese, with some coffee, please."

"got it, peter."

you felt yourself smiling when you turn away from peter, already replaying the interaction you just had with him within your mind. he was just so sweet, and you felt your desires to get to know him growing in response.

you linger against the cooking area, waiting by the window for the cook to finish making peter's order. paul looks at you while toasting up the bread on his grill.

"what's this about? you hardly linger close to me when i'm trying to work." paul lets out a grunt before placing the cheese on top of the slices, combining them together into the perfect grilled cheese.

"i know i know, but... this guy's special to me." you admit to the cook with a whisper, a familiar heat felt against your cheeks. "so i was wondering... could you make me a sandwich, too? just so i can talk to him a bit?"

paul lets out another grunt, "don't see why not. we ain't busy or anythin' so sure. get your boy, then."

you can feel the heat spreading across your cheeks as you waited for paul to finish. within the next 10 minutes, he places both of your orders on a tray while giving you a wink. you smile brightly at him, taking the food while making your way towards peter's table.

peter looks away from his phone, setting it off to the side as you caught a glimpse of the news article he was reading.

SPIDER-MAN STRIKES AGAIN! STOPPING AN ARMED ROBBERY AT THE FIRST AMERICA BANK!!

"here's your order pete. and oh? i didn't peg you to be a fan of spider-man."

your voice was casual as you sit across from him with your own grilled cheese and tomato bisque soup. peter's blushing face and sudden gape made it clear that your question made him feel flustered when he quickly reaches out to shut off his phone, hiding the news article from you.

"ah, y-yeah, i was just curious about him, t-that's all." his voice appeared crack, but he was all too eager to change the subject when he sees you sitting across from him with the same meal.

"oh, you're eating too?"

"yes...uhm, i just wanted to keep you company, i guess?" you admit to him with a shy smile, trying to hide your shyness when biting into your own grilled cheese sandwich.

peter's eyes were seen furrowed for a brief second before his expression changes into a sweet smile. "thanks, i think i could use your company, actually."

that was all that needed to be said when peter begins to enjoy his own meal, biting into his grilled cheese dipped into the tomato bisque. he sneaks glances at you, and you could tell that he wanted to say so much more than what he was actually letting on.

you strengthen your resolve and decide to guide the conversation first. "this may not be any of my business but... i notice that you've been coming here for a while."

"mhmm." peter looks back up at you, and you notice how his rich, brown hair falls across his forehead, making your hands itch with the urge to gently brush it back.

however, you were able to fight back such urges, keeping your hands tightly balled up against your lap in response. "s-so, what i was wondering is... why are you always alone?"

you allow your question to linger within the air, sensing that it was an uncomfortable question for peter to try and answer. his hand seemed to grip tightly at the spoon, and you watch when he seemed to bend the metal in response.

your eyes go wide when peter suddenly stands from his seat, running a hand through his hair as he grabs his phone reached into his pockets to get out his wallet.

"sorry, i have to go."

he grabs a few bills from his wallet before tossing them on the table, filling you with a guilt when you look back at his half-eaten meal. "wait, peter, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to-"

"keep the change."

that was all he said before he quickly leaves the diner, making your heart turn cold as ice was felt coursing through your veins. upon hearing the commotion, paul walks out of the kitchen right as peter left. confusion was seen in the man's gaze when he looks down at the table, seeing the completely bent spoon while letting out a whistle.

"damn, did he do that?"

yet you couldn't bring yourself to answer him, simply taking both of your half-eaten meals, being filled with a guilt for potentially overstepping your boundaries with peter.

just who are you? those were the thoughts that lingered within your heart and mind, filling you with an even deeper yearning to get a better understanding of the mysterious young man who seemed to have built a wall around his very heart...

{ ... }

your shift didn't end for another hour, yet paul could sense how distracted you had become and let you off early. he tells you that the waitstaff for the morning shift was on their way and that you could go home to cool off.

"i'll let 'em know you weren't feeling too well, so you just focus on getting some rest."

you give him a grateful smile, clocking out while grabbing your belongings together. "you're the best, paul."

he lets out a rich chuckle while stating your name, "you're damn right i am. be careful going home now, okay?"

with one last nod, you give him a wave and got out of the diner, taking in the cool, early morning air as the sky steadily began to lighten in response to the incoming sun.

"hey."

a soft voice stops you from stepping forward, and you look behind you to see peter himself waiting off to the side. he wore an apologetic expression on his face, adjusting his hoodie while coming closer to you.

"mind if i walked you home?"

you shake your head eagerly at peter, "n-no, i don't mind at all."

he smiles at you, taking a stance right next to you as he kept up with your casual pace. you look back at him and smile.

"were you... waiting for me?"

"yes." peter admits with a sigh, running a hand across his hair once more, making them appear much messier than before. "i felt like an ass for how i treated you back there."

"n-no! don't be, i...i may have gone too far with such a question. a-and, i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry, too."

admittedly, your heart felt so much lighter with your respective apologies stated clearly, no longer feeling the guilt when you continue walking back to your apartment with peter by your side.

you spent several seconds in silence when his voice was heard cutting through your thoughts. "i've lost so many people, that's why you always see me alone."

your heart clenches when you could detect the unbidden sadness in his voice. "you have, peter?"

he doesn't meet your gaze, keeping his eyes against the skyline when he nods at you. the more you looked at him, the more you could see his soft brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears from beneath the sunlight.

"yeah, i have..."

you stop walking, not liking the fact that peter was suffering so much. his loneliness truly didn't seem intentional at all. wishing to change the subject for him, you sigh and lighten up your tone.

"you know, i've been curious about the bruises i see on your face sometimes..."

peter stiffens in response to your observation, but you quickly hold up your hands in response.

"i-i mean, i don't think much of it, i just thought you were into boxing, or were an mma fighter or something."

your words succeed in making peter burst out in a laugh. "what? are you serious? an mma fighter?"

"ah, you're laughing at me?!"

you join in with him, actually feeling so relieved that he had relaxed, even just a tiny bit, while talking to you. he continues to laugh, and you allow yourself to bask within the sounds of his joy.

"sorry, that's kind of flattering, but i may not be bulky enough to be an mma fighter..." peter purposely trails off, continuing to walk with you when you see a wistful smile painting at his features.

"but that isn't to say that i can't fight."

you freeze and stop walking once more, your eyes looking up at him with intrigue. peter also stops walking again, appearing like it was taking him a herculean effort to not laugh at his very moment.

"care to elaborate, pete?"

he lets out a sigh of your name before shrugging. "nah, i don't think i will. i like keeping you on your toes."

that was all he says before walking ahead of you, making you gasp as you ran towards him, telling him how mean he was being to you while he laughs, seeming to enjoy this banter with you as he continued to walk you home.

{ ... }

your mind was constantly filled with thoughts of peter, and you couldn't seem to sit still whenever your daydreams with him would take over.

after walking with you to your apartment, you traded numbers with him and end up texting him on a near daily basis. he was charming, funny, and had to be the most attractive guy you had ever met. your happiness was so infectious that your co-workers take note of the change in your attitude, seemingly happy that things were going well for you and peter.

today was your weekend off, and you decided to spend it out in the city. you texted peter once more early in the morning, but had yet to receive a reply back from him. not thinking much of peter's sudden inactivity, you went on with your day.

you thought about your plans, and wondered if you wanted to head to a café, or your local bookstore to treat yourself to something nice. and maybe, if peter ever replied back to you, you could invite him to join you with whatever activity you wished to do.

that was all that filled your mind when you waited at the stoplight for your turn to cross the street. you stopped checking the messages on your phone and placed it back within the safety of your bag. when you saw that it was safe for you to walk did you finally cross the road-

however, the screeching sounds of tires quickly approaching you makes you freeze in response.

as if time had gone into slow motion, your eyes take in the quickly approaching car, seeing a couple arguing in the front. the driver was not paying much attention to the road, still screaming at his girlfriend as your eyes take in the close proximity of the car.

within the next seconds, the woman sees you and screams, "WATCH OUT!"

yet before the car could make its grave impact into you, you felt your body being flung away as a pair of powerful arms rescues you from the speeding car.

you were hit with an intense vertigo, filling you with a dizziness as your eyes take in the passing scenery of the city. you were so close to puking-

yet within the next second, you found yourself safely planted against a rooftop.

your steps were unsteady as the same pair of powerful arms that saved you continues to wrap around you.

"hey, hey, look at me, are you okay? you're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

your blurry eyes finally look forward, seeing the familiar mask of a vigilante, taking in the spider motif seen against his skin tight suit. you could tell that he was staring at you with concern, even with the way his mask covered the entirety of his features.

the adrenaline slowly simmers down, bringing you down to your knees as you kept on trembling within spider-man's arms.

"oh my god, i was about to- i-i nearly-"

before you could even process how you were so close to dying, you felt spider-man wrap his arms around you, bringing you closer to him as you felt a pair of soft, chapped lips pressing desperately against your own.

the way his lips perfectly slot against yours was enough to make your anxieties go away. you feel the way his hands delve into your hair, pressing one last deep kiss against your lips before pulling away from you.

"ssh, don't even think about it anymore. you're here, safe and sound in my arms. just breathe... just breathe..."

spider-man continues to distract you, holding you in his arms as he walked closer to the edge of the building. his grip on you was tight when he brushes back your hair, pulling down his mask once more while giving you a chance to calm down.

when your breathing goes back to normal, becoming even while losing its hyperventilated quality did he softly ask you, "do you want me to take you home?"

you were still recovering from the shock of his kiss and your near death experience, only managing to give him a nod in response. and despite how you couldn't see his smile, you could hear it in his voice.

"you just hang on to me as tightly as you can, okay? i won't ever drop you, and all you need to do is just trust me."

you give the masked vigilante a nod. "yes, i trust you, spidey."

wrapping your arms around him, you hid your face within his neck as he used his webs to travel quickly through the city. his webs lands with an accurate precision against the buildings, yet still remained durable enough to hold his and your weight. shutting your eyes, you bask at the sensation, feeling as though you were flying from within spider-man's arms.

in just a few minutes, he lands at the front of your fire escape, unlocking your window with his skilled hands as he climbs into your apartment with you.

your eyes go wide when a sudden wave of clarity hits you, feeling spider-man go into your room when he sits on top of your bed with you, this time, his body was trembling.

"spidey-"

he ends up holding you tight, wrapping his arms around your back while hiding his face within the curve of your neck.

"i-i thought i lost you... f-fuck, i thought you were going to be gone from my life, too."

your heart begins to pound, recognizing that broken quality of his voice when you place you hand behind spider-man's head. the hero allows you to pull his face away from you, not even stopping you when you completely lift up his mask-

revealing peter to you.

you caught a glimpse of his bloodshot eyes for a brief moment when he suddenly kisses you again, allowing you to taste the saltiness of his tears as he crushes your frame closer to his body. sobs were felt raking down his form when you gently kiss him back, all while whispering gentle words of comfort to him.

you allow him to cling to you, letting his tears fall freely when you lay back against your bed with him. as he continues to cry against your neck, allowing those warm droplets to cascade down your skin, your heart became softer for him. making sure that you were holding him tightly against you, you begin to draw invisible circles around his back, waiting for peter to catch his breath.

after several minutes, you felt him pressing a kiss against your cheek, catching your attention when he frames at your face.

"sorry, for giving me a minute to... to let it all out."

he rests his forehead against yours, and you were filled with a soft affection for him, running your fingers through his hair in response.

"did you want to talk about it."

"eventually, i will." peter manages to tell you in a breathless whisper. "eventually, but not now."

you hum in agreement, falling back against your bed while still gently running your hands against his soft hair. "take all the time that you need, peter. i'll be here... i'll always be here for you."

peter lets out a sharp inhale, now strengthening his hold on you when he slowly admits to you.

"you're the reason why i came to the diner so much."

your heart nearly bursts in response to his words, making you meet his gaze once more, seeing the love he had for you shining in them.

"really?"

"yeah...really." peter smiles while brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. "when i first came to the diner, i wasn't expecting to see such a cute waitress; one that stole my heart at first glance."

he sighs and leans forward to kiss your cheek, the action feeling quite soft and sweet to you. "at first, i just wanted to protect you; to make sure that you were safe while working. but... the more i observed you, the harder i fell for you."

peter meets your gaze once more and shakes his head, "that night, when you asked me why i was so alone all the time, i wanted to come clean to you right then and there, b-but, i had to stop myself. i knew that when i finally told you, then it would need to be the full story, with me not hiding a single thing from you-"

you cut off his words with another kiss, basking in his tiny moans of your name before pulling away from him.

"you don't have to worry about telling me, peter. i won't ever leave your side, so... you have all the time in the world."

you go back to wrapping your arms around his back, letting him rest his head against your shoulder when you reassure him once more, "i won't ever leave you, and i'll be happy to listen to your story when your ready."

basking in the way his body loosens up, you allow peter to wrap his arms tightly around you, speaking with a bit of a tremor in his voice when he asks you, "do you promise?"

"i promise." with your oath lingering in the air, you press your lips against his forehead, ready to stay by his side as you smiled to yourself, feeling happy that you managed to break down his walls- slowly becoming the absolute love of his life.

{ and as these days go by | they can't change how long we've waited for | a love that's more ... a love that's more. }

a.n. - lmao, i am so sorry it took me a whole month to get a new peter parker story out. when i realized i had gained a few new readers with joy, i knew that i couldn't stop writing for peter with just that story alone. this is unedited, but it has become one of my favorite stories that i have written in a long time. 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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