Tom Holland Blurbs

fall (p.p.)

based on the song "fall" by justin bieber

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Well, let me tell you a story
About a girl and a boy
He fell in love with his best friend
When she's around, he feels nothing but joy
But she was already broken, and it made her blind
But she could never believe that love would ever treat her right

Peter's POV

Y/N and I had been friends for almost ten years, ever since she had moved to Queens when we  were in second grade. I was pretty sure I had been in love with her ever since seven year old Y/N had flat out tackled Flash Thompson for breaking my Star Wars action figure when I went to the bathroom. I hadn't been able to thank her right away, due to the tears streaming down my face because Flash was so much bigger than me and that he had taken Han Solo, my favorite character out of them all. Flash hit the ground so hard, the pieces of Han Solo flew across the tile and into the wall of cubbies across the room. Y/N darted forward and grabbed the two halves of the figurine, holding them up to show me with a triumphant grin on her face and I knew right then that my heart would never belong to anyone else.

Fast forward to today, where I was currently still head over heels for Y/N but completely frustrated with the fact that she had absolutely no regard for her own safety. The worst part of being frustrated with Y/N at the current moment was that I couldn't yell at her for how stressed she made me by walking home at 11 o'clock at night in Queens, alone. I watched her small figure walk home after her evening shift at the bookstore, earbuds in as she moved slowly in the direction of her apartment, obviously tired after working a six hour shift after school.  I was perched on the ledge of the roof of a building near where she worked, as I always happened to find myself on the nights I knew she would end her shift after dark. 

I swung silently behind Y/N, trying my best not to let her know that I was following her, because I knew if I talked to her she would recognize me, even with the mask on. Honestly, I didn't care if she knew that I was Spider-Man, Y/N knew everything about me and she always would. The reason I hadn't told her yet was because it hadn't even been a year since Uncle Ben had been murdered and I had found out about my powers and I had really needed a chance to just breathe because of everything that I had to process. I hadn't told anyone, not May, not Ned, not Y/N... and I didn't know if that was the right choice, but I did know that it was incredibly lonely sometimes.

Y/N's raised voice yanked me out of my reverie, my gaze finding her yelling at some guy outside a night club. I looked closer and noticed Y/N was standing in front of a scantily clad girl, who was crouched against the opposite wall of the alley the three of them were standing in.

"I don't care what she's wearing," Y/N said loudly, fishing for something in her pocket, " and neither will the police! No means back the fuck off, asshole! She doesn't owe you anything!" Y/N's hand emerged from her pocket with her cell phone, a determined look on her face as her fingers moved rapidly over the screen, I assumed she was dialing the police. The guy she was yelling at must have assumed the same thing, because he suddenly made a move as if to draw a gun from where it was tucked in the hem of his baggy pants. That spurred me into action, and I dropped down in between the creepy guy and the girls and onto the dirty ground of the alleyway before I even realized I had made the choice to defend Y/N.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, bro!" I said, attempting to deepen my voice so that Y/N didn't recognize me. "Hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!"

"Spider-Man?" Y/N's soft voice reached my ears, but I didn't turn towards her even though I wanted nothing more than to see her big, beautiful eyes and know that she was okay. I had been right about the guy in front of us, he had procured a gun from somewhere and was now waving it around in my direction. I stayed on my toes, watching the barrel of the gun and trying to stay in between it and the girls behind me.