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[ 𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ] ⋆˚ ✩ ࿐ཻ
❝ i'm just gonna be myself . . ❞
❝ peter, no one wants that! ❞
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IN WHICH I WRITE CRINGEY IMAGINES
ABOUT TOM HOLLAND . . .
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PROMPT ▻ hate to see your heart break WORD COUNT▻ 1260
" yeah, I guess I kinda am"
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"Hey," you whispered, stepping out of the dark closet. You honestly hoped that Flash couldn't see Peter in the closet. "What's up?"
Flash's eyebrows tied together, trying to look behind you, but you simply moved to the side. You forgot to close the door. At least the light was off, though. "I was just making sure you were okaーis Parker in there?"
Your eyes tightly closed for a second, thinking that you two had completely forgot about the fact that Peter told Flash you two were going to converse about your science project.
"What? No, why would he be in the janitor's closet with me?" You tried to play it off, grabbing Flash's hand and attempting to lead him back to the lunch room.
Thankfully, Flash obliged, taking slow steps. When you finally relaxed for a second, he whipped the closet door open, looking for any living thing. You looked back, absentmindedly holding your breath. Peter Parker was going to, metaphorically, die today. In the hallway of Midtown High School. What a way to go.
You were surprised when you saw nothing in the closet besides mops and brooms. There was no way in hell that Peter escaped the janitor's closet in ten seconds without being seen or heard. Flash shrugged, grabbing your hand again and starting to walk towards the lunchroom again.
"Y-you go, I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in five minutes," you stopped in your tracks, slowly walking towards the bathroom. Flash nodded, disappearing from your sight and back to his clique table.
You ran back to the Janitor's closet, swinging the door open once again and seeing nothing. You looked up and saw Peter. On the ceiling. "Okay, number one, I swear you weren't in there a minute ago. Number two, what the actual fuck?"
Peter let go of the ceiling, gracefully landing and giving you a smile. Pulling you in, he made sure to lock the door this time. "If you come over to my house, I'll explain how I did that, and we can plan some type of revenge on Flash."
You nodded, still surprised and wondering how he managed to stick to the ceiling. "Eight tonight?"
Peter smiled, opening the door to the closet and leaving.
What. The. Hell.
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Your knuckles collided with the wooden apartment door, only knocking three times until the door swung open. In front of you stood someone you had missed so much.
