TOM HOLLAND As NATHAN DRAKEUncharted (2022) Dir. Ruben Fleischer

TOM HOLLAND as NATHAN DRAKE Uncharted (2022) dir. Ruben Fleischer

Missing beer

JJ: *Storms in* who the fuck stole my beer because I swear to god I-

y/n: I did, I’m really sorry I didn’t know it was yours-

JJ: -will get you another one! *starts walking over to the fridge*

John B watching tv: Hey, JJ can you get me one-

JJ: No.

Spider-Man 3 (2007) dir. Sam Raimi

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𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: peter was stupid. a stupid, stupid guy who did anything to please others. even if that meant breaking your heart in the process.

masterlist.

andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: ANGST, reader is hopeless romantic and deserves better, bet trope, not happy ending, dick peter, sad peter, crying reader, just think backstabber

probs take this down it’s awful lol

don’t steal any of my work, thanks!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓. The spitting image of purity and heart void of love. Desperation on the brink of spill, emotions dug deep into the pages of school books and circle of friends. Your heart was golden, a reflection any guy would wish to stare back at, but walls were closed upon any newcomers. Your eyes were hearts, ones you could stare in all day. A soft aura surrounded your frame - a commonly reciprocated stillness around people who adored you - it was simple, no one had any hatred towards you. Well.

He saw you as a weak spot. A crack one tap away from smash that he was desperate to cause. He hated that his eyes always shifted in your direction, he despised the way his fingers would play with each other under the desk when you became present in the class. He couldn’t have himself like this, he couldn’t fall in love. Love was a thing irrelevant to a teenage boy; games were something he could be invested in.

That’s what you were - what he made you - a game. Something he could play with whenever, something to toy with when others were ripped from his grasp. It was addictive, watching you fall into the palms of his hands and follow his commands unknowingly planned, he was in full control and knew damn well what he was doing.

Atleast that’s what he’d pretend that’d be. Not a grab for money his friends waved about.

He’d pretend he was the one who initiated this, showing no mercy in attempts for superiority. When this entire time the back of his head was ringing with the words of his friends jeering on commands to supposedly ‘make the sweetheart fall in love’.

He sat with his head in his hands as his friends scattered around him on the benches. “Little Miss Y/N Y/L/N let you share her highlighter?” His best mate, Harry, mocked with a hit on the shoulder. “Looks like Y/N has her heart eyes set on someone!” Peter scoffed, shoving his bag onto the concrete floor. “I mean can you blame her? Peter’s the only guy here with zero bitches?” Another roar came from behind him and two hand slammed onto his collarbone.

“I say you go for it! Y/N’s hot!” Peter shook his head for the hundredth time. “I’m good, mate.” Harry looked at his friend, eyes torn to the blonde sitting infront of his starstruck figure; it clicked, an idea that would earn a bump in popularity in more ways than one.

Harry twitched his head upward in a signal for Peter to listen in. “I say you ask Y/N out-“ Peter eyebrows furrowed in confusion and immediate backlash, before Harry continued, “It’ll make a certain someone jealous.”

Peter’s body leaned back in his chair, thoughts running through his mind as the attention of his crush fluttered his way. He glanced at you innocence figure, wailing for any form of desperate love; ready to fall in the palm of his hand. If he played his cards right, he’d not only grab the attention of her, he’d get his ass kissed for breaking the love of many’s lives; only doing them a favour of a crying girl in walking straight into a desperate guy. Cold hearted he was, just he didn’t care in that moment.

Also, bonus: Harry paid him a £50 note every time he took you out.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 perfect, like you had once been.

You were easy, practically a walking innocent with a single once of attention given and immediately dropping into their arms. He had you in the palm of his hand, his sweat drowning your future expectations as the guilt would soon eat him up.

He held you in his arms currently, your back pressed into his chest and breaths small and your body was unconscious in his bed. You were wearing his shirt, his clothes and his scent. And he loved it. He loved knowing you were comfortable around him.

No, No! He couldn’t love you under any circumstances. He used you for money, his plan with her was working, he finally gave him that time of day to start falling for him. But you had already done that.

Peter was practically rich at this point. The prices topped up the second Peter sprinted in a boasted about getting you to kiss him that night, Harry scowling and handing over the cash.

However he had stopped paying him now. He felt sick seeing his friend do this to you. Watching you so happily run into his embrace while he knew he held his winning prize in the back pocket of his pants.

Even after the payment was over, Peter didn’t stop. He felt success, content, finally happy he had done something that pleased others. People praised him, he felt on top of the world. Knowing you were at home waiting for him, he found himself counting down the seconds until he could keep up his act.

Peter Parker never knew love, never understood it fully. He never experienced the true love, the adoration of falling for that neighbour across the road. Atleast he never though he did.

Peter was seventeen, young and naïve; he couldn’t tell he loved you until the moment he lost you. The moment his regular schedule fell apart under the recognition that you weren’t there.

January 26th, he remembered it.

He held you so closely that day, you were warm, so warm. His phone was going off, he was fast asleep. You were not. Irritation got the better of you and Peter would only ever beg you had a better temper that day when you read Harry’s messages.

January 26th, 22:53pm.

Your body was wrapped so content under your boyfriends covers. The silk was heaven against your bare arms and legs and your torso was occupied with the strong arms from behind you. Peter’s phone would not stop pinging. The vibration on the hardwood table made you want to literally tare your hair out of your head.

Grumpily, you swinged your hand over to slide his phone gracefully onto the bed.

HARRY:

stop you can’t keep doing this

i stopped paying you ages ago

What? Payment? What the fuck had Peter been doing for this long?

HARRY:

y/n deserves so much better than that blonde bitches sloppy seconds

i’ve literally called off the y/n bet and my mate tells me you were bragging about her wtf

You’ve never felt your heart sink deeper into the stomach of worries swirling in your depths. You couldn’t remember why you were happy before, the man that had ever given a fuck about you was the one you trusted to hold you so gently; only one minute ago. Your body felt disgusting, skin itches as his figure snores peacefully, a deep contrast to your current state.

Love was a lie. Something you once experienced, not reciprocated obviously. One you loved so much in the moment, but would soon stab you in the back a twist that stupid fucking knife around and mockingly laugh at you.

Peter never saw you after he woke up, you had left without a word.

The moment he noticed your presence gone, he knew.

He knew you knew. And he hated himself. For starters he didn’t care, no emotion waved over his body until he wasn’t looking at your reflection in the mirror while he brushed his teeth. That’s when he broke down.

He never loved again. As much as his body willed him to do so, he couldn’t bring himself to learn the way you did.

So when he saw you again, a smile spread across your beautiful face - the one he once used to cause - years later; his heart ached so terribly. Your cheeks were perked up and rosy red, age had done you well by only a few years. His body trembled in the loss of all that he lost, all you left him with, what he deserved.

Peter Parker got what came to him. A smirk wiped on your face as you knew he entered the door, you wanted a little fun for yourself. After all, he was the one who bet on it.

no guys i HATE this gunna jump in a bin idc

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so adorable

Hi can you do a dating JJ Maybank

straight off the bat,

this boy,

loves you so mUCH and does not hesitate to let you know.

you're probably a pogue because we've all seen how jj feels about kooks.

you definitely hang out with his friends and him, then somewhere down the line of being his partner you're a honorary pogue.

because one, his friends love you, and two, you're probably the only one who can keep him in check.

"JJ no!" "You're not the boss of me!" "Fine, y/n!" "Shit, fuck, fuck, i'll stop it."

his love language is touch, he likes holding your hand, hugging, cuddling, etc.

like he just wants to be able to feel you, not in a dirty way or anything, he just has so much love and wants you to feel it.

"J, i love you too but it's literally one hundred degrees please let me go." "No way babe, not letting go."

going surfing with him, even if you don't know, he'll teach you.

excellent kisser!

he's a giver, if you know what i mean, ;).

just wants to protect you, not in a materialist way but he doesn't often have good things happen to him anymore and you're the best thing that's happened to him in a while.

you also want to protect him from being hurt, so you do everything to keep him from going home unless it's absolutely necessary,

so in the summer whenever you're not with your friends, you grab slushee's and drive around, enjoying the summer breeze at night and stargazing.

in the winter, you get hot chocolate and look at the christmas lights before watching netflix at your house.

movie hopping at the movie theatre in obx whenever its rainy and you can't go out on the hms pogue.

sleepovers with kie!

john b loves you and you both are terror twins.

pope and you are the only ones in the group who have sole custody of the main braincells of the group, followed by kiara, then john b and jj get alternating weekends.

eventually after you're both serious about each other, jj starts to talk to you about his yucatan fantasy and wants to bring you with him.

"C'mon! Just us and the waves. The epic surf life."

"Sounds perfect."