Tom Holland and Peter Parker one-shots 2.0

The school attack (Peter Parker)

Requested by mrsholland199601: Y/N breaks up with Peter because she doesn't know that he's Spiderman and so can't understand why he always disappears and cancels on her. The day after the breakup, the school comes under attack, Y/N is taken hostage and Peter needs to save her.

I sat in the restaurant, my fingers fiddling with themselves as tears started to prick my eyes. I looked down at my phone and scoffed as the time was seven-fifteen pm. Meaning that Peter was now an hour and a quarter late for our date. Unfortunately, I was used to this by now. We'd been together for a year at this point, and things had started off great. The first six months had been spent in utter bliss, with every date being perfect and every moment together sending me to cloud nine. But things had started to change around seven months in. I had no idea what had happened, but suddenly Peter would start showing up to our dates ten minutes late, and then half an hour late, and then an hour late, before not showing up at all. Each time that I asked him, his only excuse was that he'd been busy and so he'd lost track of time. This has been his last chance and I was over it. I looked up and gave the waitress a forced smile as she walked to my table.

"I'm so sorry to keep asking, honey, but I wondered if you're ready to order yet." she sighed sympathetically. I gulped and looked down. It was clear to anyone with eyes that I'd been stood up and that was so fucking embarassing.

"I'm sorry to do this, but I won't be ordering anything else tonight. I'm leaving." I nodded.

"Don't be sorry, babe. But whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you." she shook her head. I gave her another small smile as I placed a ten dollar bill on the table to pay for the one drink that I'd had before standing up.

"No. He doesn't." I returned. She gave me a small smile as I headed past her and out of the restaurant. I looked up as I left, my eyes wavering as I saw Peter jogging towards the restaurant. His eyes widened, making me scoff and shake my head as I turned to go the other way.

"Shit, babe, I'm so sorry, please." he gulped as he caught up with me and gently took my hand. I turned around and ripped my hand out of his grasp, making his eyes widen further.

"No, Peter, I've put up with this shit for months. Every time, it's "I'll make it today", "I promise that I'll be there", "I'm so sorry that I lost track of time". But you're never there, Peter, you never show up and it's always so fucking embarrassing to sit there surrounded by people who know that my boyfriend doesn't care about me enough to actually be there." I ranted, tears starting to leave my eyes as I shook my head. This was it. The floodgates were opened and the truth was coming out. Peter choked, his eyes glossing over as he looked at me.

"I know that I've fucked up, and I'm so sorry, but I swear to god, I always have a good reason-."

"How come you're never able to tell me it, then?! Because if I was about to lose the person that I loved due to half-baked excuses and broken promises, you better fucking believe that I'd drop the bullshit and tell them why I never come." I shook my head. Peter bit his lip, tears also starting to run down his cheeks as he looked at me.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I can't tell you. You have to trust me, please." he choked. I scoffed and shook my head, my vision becoming blurry with how much I was crying.

"Well, I don't trust you anymore, Peter. You lost my trust in you the first time that you stood me up." I admitted before turning to leave again.

"Angel, please." he cried as he took my hand again.

"No, Peter. We're done." I choked. His eyes wavered and his mouth hung open, tears running down both of our cheeks as I turned to leave again. I gulped, trying desperately to keep my posture and not run back to him as I walked away. I turned around and immediately regretted that move as Peter held his hands to his head and sunk down the wall of the restaurant to the ground. I bit my lip, trying desperately to remind myself that this was for the best as I continued to walk away. Though the tears never did stop falling.