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AMAZING!!!!! a part 2 pleaseeeeeee where peter and the reader have graduated and separated and Peter soon realises how much he loved her and they meet after a long time but the reader has moved on with someone else??????

love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

mlist+taglist | reqs open at 2nd jan | no taglist for peter but send me an ask if you'd wanna be tagged for it <3

a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you weren't like the moon, shining in its all glory. you were like the glint of it's light on broken glass. mj was the moon and peter was the sun, while you were merely a glint of light, barely significant between them.

you hated just how desperate you were for peter's touch, his love. you hated how your mind considered him your home- all the thoughts at last wandered to him. you hated how you fell in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. first liz and now mj but never ever yours.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i loved you then and i love you now peter. i was and will be always here why don't you get?" you spoke your voice at the edge of breaking, tears slowly brimming in your eyes. "first liz and now mj why is it never me?"

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"but i want you peter. i am the one who's there for you at midnights. i am the one who gives you a place to sleep when you can't go home. i am the one who is always there. i am the person you always come too. what is it about me that you can't even think of loving? what is it that you see in mj over me?" you were sobbing now, the angry tears hot against your face.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i gave you my midnights, all of my moonlight and this how you treat me? i ask you one question peter- what is it that you see in mj over me, you answer that and i will leave." you tone was cold, filled with venom. you felt and insane amount of hatred for peter right now. the love you held for him disguised itself in something so vengeful that you couldn't believe it.

"i just don't-"

"do you remember our long 6 hour phone calls where we talked until our throats were sore and eyelids heavy? or when you made french toast in the morning even though you didn't like it but you knew it was my favorite? when you'd compare me to the sun and you the moon? do you remember reading me stories at night simply because I asked you too? do you remember all the times I fell in love with you?" you were screaming now, your finger pointing his chest, tears falling down your cheeks. "i know you remember it all too well peter."

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

"y/n i am sorry." peter replied his hand slowly holding yours, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "i am sorry" he repeated as he let go of your hand. "i will always remember all too well." he said and turned around, walking away, leaving you alone.

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

This was 😭😭😭

A part 2 please 🥺🥺🥺 where the reader has moved on with someone else (maybe loki or Pietro) and Peter is full of regret and wants the reader back????

Me or Her?

summary: Peter has to choose between you, his girlfriend, and MJ, his best friend.

prompt: requested by: @gf4hjp - “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.”

warnings: angst. this was a lil sad to write

notes: angst (if I did a decent job)

word count: 1.5k

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There were only a handful of people that knew Peter Parker’s biggest secret, and after dating him for almost six months, he trusted you enough to know too. You, Ned and MJ were his inner circle.

You could honestly say being with Peter was incredible. He was so charming, he had the perfect mix of shyness and confidence and he made you laugh every single day, so much that your jaw hurt, and it felt like you had done seventy sit ups.

Of course, there were moments where it was hard. He was a super-hero trying to juggle his high-school life, family, friends and his girlfriend. That didn’t bother you though, you knew it was a huge responsibility and you respected that.

The hardest thing to deal with was probably feeling like a second choice at times.

You came around much later than Ned and MJ. You came into an inner circle that had already been through so much together, and it felt like you were always right behind MJ, when really, your relationship was serious enough that you should have at least been on the same level.

You never told Peter any of your concerns. He had too much going on already. The last thing you wanted him to think was that you were a jealous girlfriend.

But things were starting to get worse. He was starting to blow you off to hang out with MJ. He was sitting with her in classes and always making time for her, but hardly ever you.

And you had just about reached your boiling point.

“God, Peter. Pick up!” You spoke through the dial tone, pacing the front of the restaurant you were supposed to be eating at with Peter. For your six-month anniversary.

It was the third time he’d been late to a date this week, but this was the longest by far.

You were fuming. You could feel your heart contracting, your stomach turning, and your hands were starting to shake. But you wouldn’t blow up. He could’ve been stuck with super-hero things. You’d hear what he had to say first.

Almost forty minutes later, when you had given up on calling him and had instead sat on the shady looking curb, Peter landed in front of you, a trail of web following him.

“Hey, babe. I’m so sorry I’m late. MJ needed help with her chemistry paper, and I just lost track of t-“ Peter started his usual rambling of apologies, but you’d heard enough when he brought MJ up.

“That’s why you’re late?” You cut him off as you stood up from the curb, shuffling back and away from his embrace that always came after the apology. You could feel your eyes beginning to burn, but you weren’t going to cry. Not yet.

His face dropped, a quick look of shock flashing across his face before he stepped closer towards you. This was the first time you’d ever reacted like this. “Y/N, look, I know I’ve been late-“

“Yeah, and why is that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to protect yourself from not only the chill running up your arms, but from the impending heartache. You’d never fought before. Not like this.

He couldn’t hide the look of shock anymore. He opened his mouth, like he was searching for something to say but all that came out was a squeaky, “what?”

You felt the tears well up, and you did nothing to stop it. You wanted Peter to see how upset he made you. “On Monday, you were late to our breakfast date. You apologised and you hugged me, and I forgave you,” You gulped down the sob that was threatening to escape, and you knew Peter noticed because he looked away for a few seconds. He didn’t like seeing you like this. “On Thursday, you were late to our movie night. In your own house. May ended up watching half of the movie with me because she felt sorry for me. But you apologised and I forgave you again. And I forgave you the other twenty times before that too.”

You took a second to swat at the tears streaming down your cheeks and Peter lifted his hand towards your face, a look of confliction on his face as he wiped a tear away, but you pushed his hand away, letting out a painful sob.

“Tell me you weren’t with her!” You cried, watching as Peter flinched at the raise in your voice. The look on his face broke your heart even more, but you couldn’t do it anymore. You weren’t going to be second. “Tell me, Peter!”

He was silent for a long moment. Anxiety stricken and running a shaky hand through his messy curls. It made you want to stop. It made you want to apologise and tell him you loved him and didn’t care if he loved MJ more.

“MJ… Sh-she needed help with her paper-“

“God! It’s not that, Peter! I don’t care about you helping her. It’s the fact that you blow me off to spend time with another girl. I’ve always felt second to her and I’m so fucking sick of it.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N? She’s my best friend. She’s been my best friend for a long time. I can’t just forget about that because I have a girlfriend now!” His irritation was starting to grow as well. He didn’t like feeling like he was put on the spot. He wished he could just make everyone happy.

“I love you, Peter. I love you, so much.” Your voice broke into a whisper at your own confession. You and Peter had never exchanged the three words before, but there you were. A gush of wind blew just as the words left your mouth, making the goosebumps rise on your skin. You could feel how wet and stained your face was from the tears.

“I love you too, Y/N. God, I love you.” He stepped forward to wrap his arms around you, but you held your hand against his chest, stopping him from coming any closer. Any other time, those words falling from his lips would’ve meant the world but now all they did was suffocate you.

You took a deep breath in, skimming your eyes over him. From the corners of his lips turned down into a frown, to the cutest nose that was turning red from the cold, all the way to his brown eyes that had earned your forgiveness so many times. Now they were flooded with emotion.

“Then choose. Who is it, Peter? Me, or her?” You kept your eyes locked on your hand on his racing heart. You didn’t want to see the hesitation in his eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m not going to choo-“

“Peter, choose. Don’t lie to me, don’t try to protect my feelings. Just tell me, who is it?” You took in another gulp of air, trying to calm your trembling fingers and racing heart. You were so anxious you could feel the bile rising in your gut, and you took another gulp to try and ease the tightness in your throat.

The next words that left his mouth were the ones you’ll never forget. They completely destroyed the ‘I love you’s’ and replaced them with something bitter and hateful. They were the words you expected but never thought you would hear.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make me choose. Every time I’ll pick her. Every time. I can’t have you hate me for that.” His voice broke off into a heart-breaking sob as he tried to reach for you, to grasp onto you, to drag you into his arms and tell you he loved you repeatedly until it was all he felt. Until he loved you more than he loved MJ. But you were already gone. Your hand that was once on his heart was tightening around your own throat, trying to hold back the sobs and cries and the incoming panic attack.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” The tears were rolling down his own cheeks too, but nothing hurt him more than seeing you like this. He wished he could change the way he felt, but he couldn’t, and he hated himself for it.

“Go, Peter. Just go. Please.”

“Y/N, please-“

“Go!” You screamed, finally locking eyes with his. Two broken people. That’s what anybody walking down the street would’ve seen. But no one was out. It was just you two.

He stumbled backwards, almost slipping down the curb, but he quickly caught his step. His vision was cloudy as he staggered away from you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He wanted to remember that moment. The moment he broke your heart, so that if he ever wanted to crawl back to you, he’d remember just how badly he fucked you up and he’d think twice.

He watched from a distance as you dropped to the curb, sobbing into your hands.

That was how Peter lost one of the only real things he had ever known.

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A/N:

this was my first time writing angst and I hope you guys enjoyed it. if you have any constructive feedback, please don't hesitate to contact me, I'd really appreciate it. also, any recommendations and prompts are welcome too.

😍😍😍😍😍

The Real Peter Parker

summary: Peter recalls the first time he really noticed you; when you defended him in class.

warnings: none

notes: fluff

word count: 925 words

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Peter had forgotten the exact moment he had laid eyes on you for the very first time. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t remember how you had met or the first time he saw you. However, he remembered the first time he really noticed you.

It was in English. Your class was having a discussion about literature and morals. How morals were ever changing and specific to a person, and how that was demonstrated through poetry, plays and novels. The conversation had somehow turned into a debate about Spider-Man, following the recent events of the BLIP.

You almost always kept your head down in class. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but because you knew you couldn’t change people’s opinions or minds or move them in a way that stories did for you.

“Spider-Man doesn’t have morals. His motives are clearly extrinsic. He probably gets paid millions everyday.” Elysse, a pretty, red-head with the most flawless skin you had seen on a teenager before, stated confidently.

“Yeah, and laid millions too.” Flash snickered, causing an eruption of laughter in the class.

Peter rolled his eyes. He’d heard all this twenty times over, but it never bothered him any less. Part of him wishes he could just tell everyone, “No! I’m actually really broke and have never even had a girlfriend before, let alone a sexual one.” But he knew he couldn’t. So, instead, he dropped his chin in his hand and tried to zone out of the conversation.

“So, you think Spider-Man is Spider-Man because of the fame, the money and the power, and not because he wants to help people?” Mr. Mathis stroked his non-existent beard, looking around the classroom. “Anyone disagree?”

The classroom was silent for a long moment. A moment so long, Peter thought it was all over and he could finally pay attention. He was slowly getting used to people not really defending him.

“I disagree.”

It was a voice he had honestly never heard before. He knew he’d remember it if he had. Every pair of eyes in the room, including his own, latched onto a girl in the far corner of the room, whose face was beginning to brighten in the cutest way.

Peter could feel his jaw on the floor, but he did nothing to pick it up.

Peter thought he knew the definition of beautiful, but seeing you for the first time, it took on a whole new meaning. He suddenly couldn’t find a way to describe those Y/E/C eyes, or the Y/H/C hair that cascaded down your back and the loose curls that framed your face.

He was staring at you for so long, he almost missed you talking.

“Don’t you think if he only wanted fame and power, people would actually know who he is? Yeah, sure, he’s really famous. Everybody knows Spider-Man, it’s a household name. But nobody knows who’s under that. What does Spider-Man do when he’s not saving people? He takes off his mask, and he goes home. Probably to his average home, his average life and his average family, knowing no matter what he does, or who he saves, he’ll still just be an average man.”

Peter felt his heart twist so gloriously that it was painful. He’d never heard anyone defend him like that, someone that wasn’t Ned. He lifted his hand to grasp at his trembling heart, and in that exact moment, your eyes met his, and something shifted between you. You were noticing him for the first time too. It was like you were staring into him, like you could see his struggle between two worlds.

It was too much for Peter. He’d felt so vulnerable and fragile in that moment that he had to look away, just as Flash opened his big mouth again.

“An average man with more money and power than the Queen.” He tried a joke again, but this time no one laughed, they were all too infatuated with you.

Peter closed his eyes in pure annoyance and second-hand embarrassment for Flash for a few seconds, before he turned to face you again, but this time your eyes were locked on Flash.

“Don’t you get it, Flash? Spider-Man is at a loss. He works his ass off to help people, and he will never get the thanks he deserves. He gets no real recognition, no appreciation, nothing. That is a person with morals. Someone who does the most important work, but continues to go unnoticed. He doesn’t help people because he wants something from them, he helps people because it’s the right thing to do.

Peter couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. Watching you speak so passionately was mesmerizing. He’d never felt so understood, so seen before in his life - by someone who probably didn’t even know his name. It gave him hope. If one person could see the good in him, surely others could too.

The teacher just started talking again, but Peter interrupted him.

“I agree with her.” He stuck his hand proudly in the air, that cheesy grin plastered on his face.

You locked eyes with him again, and the smallest of smiles grew on your face, making Peter’s grow impossibly bigger.

He turned back around, smiling to himself and still feeling your eyes on him. He would ask you what your name was after class. He wanted to get to know you, just as much as he wanted you to know the real him.

And he did.

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A/N:

this is my first ever imagine posted on tumblr, and honestly, the first I’ve ever posted. if you enjoyed this, please let me know, I’d be happy to do any requests :)

😭😭😭😭 Part 2 please 🥺🥺

𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 - (p.p. x reader drabble - angst)

i cannot cry, nor can i touch the way i used to. my fingertips are pruned with my tears and my heart is heavy with sorrow. what has he done to me, oh, what has he done?

summary: empty promises that filled the silence between you gave you a sense of hope, something you longed for after the events of the blip. but what good do his lies do when he can never live up to them?

pairing: peter parker x f! reader (peter x mj)

warnings: toxic behavior

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"Peter?"

He looks up, his eyes trained on you as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, leg shaking slightly as glance around his room, at the pictures he kept framed on his desktop and the project he was working on in the corner.

"Yeah?" He went back to twerking some litter things on his machine, his little curls bouncing ever so slightly as he moved around in his chair, his fingers flying as they did their own little dance.

"I wanted to ask, if..." You entered his room but it didn't feel very welcoming.

Peter didn't seem very welcoming.

You looked at the pictures he taped on the wall, noting that some of yours had been taken down, replaced by him, Ned and MJ when they had gone to Italy, their beaming face taunting you as you gulped.

"Are we good?"

You watched as he slowly set down the screwdriver, his chair creaking as he swiveled around, his eyebrows brought together in confusion as he assessed the question, noting anything he could have done wrong this past week.

"I don't see why not?" He offered you that lopsided grin of his, the one that always made you falter to speak, the one that always made your heart erratically thump away.

You sighed, bringing your hands together as you sat on his bed, staring at your shoes as you spoke, "I'm overreacting, I know I am," You glanced at him, "It's just that we don't talk anymore. A-And I haven't seen you these past three weeks, even though we pass each other in the halls, an-and Ned kept talking to MJ about this plan of hers, I just," You held your face in your hands, embarrassment, and shame crawling under your skin as you hid away the tear marks.

"I just feel like you don't really love me anymore."

You heard a loud thump and he was in front of you before you could tell, his gentle hand grasping as your wrists tugging them down so that he cud clearly see your face, his lips turned down a frown as he looked you over.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, so" He placed a kiss on the palm of your left hand, "So," He kissed the palm of your right hand, "Sorry," He gently brought your face closer to his so that he could kiss the crown of your head.

He carefully sat down next, his mattress denting under the added weight as he pulled you into his shoulder, resting your head under his as he comfortingly rubbed your arms.

"I know I haven't been attentive these past few weeks, I've just been so busy with my suit and everything it's just," He did a small explosion sound, his hands animating it out, "So crazy right now, I haven't been able to focus on anything else." He laughed softly, bumping you against him as he did so.

You quickly wipe those petty tears away as you nodded quickly, nestling into his warmth more as you had come to miss it so, listening to him go on and on about his new deal with Happy and the shoes he has to fill in place of your father.

".....You're a Stark, you should know...." He continued on about something, and your brain forced itself to listen to his speech about how much MJ was helping him with his new web slingers and you felt perhaps even worse than you did before.

But in his room, you felt safe and happy, no matter how much you felt like crying in the arms of your beloved as he spoke of somebody else the way he used to speak of you.

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At school, it was worse.

You didn't share any classes with him or his friends, and your lunch was filled with their conversations and you trying to join in, but them just talking over you.

For the third time, you deflated, pushing the must corn the school offered around with your fork as you listened to MJ and Peter rave about the velocity his new web slingers would shoot.

"And," Peter had to gulp for air, his face tinted red with excitement as MJ jumped over his, adding something new, and Ned watching with an amused expression as they worked off of each other.

"I think that if you changed the-" You went to say but Ned said something you didn't quite catch, and Peter and MJ were quick to hop onto his idea, writing it down in their notebook as they listened to what he had to say.

"My dad showed me that if you-" You scotched a little closer to them, blaming the mistake on the fact that you were sitting a little bit farther from them, but Peter place his notebook down on the place you were going to sit, so you sat still, awkwardly looking around for some help but the other two people were engrossed in what he had to say.

"Hey, Pete," You gently nudged his hand and he nodded to something MJ said, ignoring your quiet please until he no longer could.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raise and you grimaced, biting your cheek as you shook your head, and just as quickly he turned back around, not facing you anymore as he listened to what Ned had to say about his suit.

You glanced up at the clock, calculating that there was only around five minutes until the bell rang, and your shoulder sunk once more, your head throbbing as yet another day went by unsuccessful.

You blamed it on yourself. You know you were stronger, better, louder than this. It wasn't like you to shy away, but you also had your dad to help you through most of it.

With him gone, all you really had was Peter.

And with a final look at him, you could tell he was much more interested in picking out the color for his mask than the act that you felt like his love was slowly eating you alive.

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"Hey, Peter?"

It was a day after school, like any other, but it felt stranger. Like it did that night in the room like it did those days in lunch.

"Yeah, Y/n?"

He stopped walking, apologizing to MJ as he jogged back to where you were standing, looking over every now and then to where MJ was waiting for him as he loudly sighed.

"Do you wanna hang out at the compound tonight? Sam and Bucky are gonna be in and we wanted to have a movie night, you know-"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing it in soothing smiles as he gave you an apologetic smile as he shook his head.

"I'm so sorry babe but me and MJ made plans to watch A New Force at my place," He screwed his eyes shut, almost as if he regretted asking:

"Do you want to watch with us?"

And you knew it was a lost cause, you would tell that even if you said yes it would be the two of them watching as you observed.

And so you shook your head, leaving him with the one he truly cared for as you made your way back home, knowing that you weren't the one Peter Parker truly loved,

Never the one that he would truly look in the eye and care for.

I think it's "Let me Be your ruler."

Does anyone know the fic where Peter is part of the mob/mafia maybe even a gang and is interested in the reader? Maybe reader is a little older?

LOVED IT ❤️❤️❤️

Mr. Smiles Peter Parker x reader

[no pronouns used]

Summary: Being trapped on a ferris wheel with your best friend makes you exposed to yet another one of his secrets - fear of heights. | fluff

mentions of blood, jealous!peter

There was a lot of good things that came with being Spiderman – unbelievable flexibility, cool suits, and a sort of freedom Peter didn’t get while he was just Peter. But the job also came with less interesting factors, like how he’s still being tracked by Happy.

I help the avengers, I am an avenger, and I’m still being watched like a kid, he thought, walking faster around the carnival. 

He just wanted a normal day where he wasn’t being attacked by monsters, and the trip was going fun until he got a call from Happy asking him information on why he’s out of the city.

“I am literally on a school trip!” He had said exasperated, but the caller wouldn’t budge.

“That’s what you said last time and we saw how well that went.”

“Oh, c’mon—”

“Luckily, I happen to be near your location so I’ll drop by and check.”

“Check? You’re not embarrassing me in front of my friends. Happy- HAPPY?” The call had ended.

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OMG yes part 2!!!!!! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

Arranged Marriage | T.H

Pairings: Mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex

Summary: reader who is the daughter to the most notorious mob boss in London is forced to marry mob boss Tom

A/N: part 2?? Let me know!

Standing in front of the large full length mirror, you glance at yourself in the reflection while your mother hurried around you, arranging the long train of your long dress and tightening the straps on your shoulders. A veil was perched on top of your curls, a golden tiara encrusted with white diamonds kept it pinned into place. Your mother stole a quick glance at your face in the mirror, and instantly stopped fussing over you to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” she began, sympathy evident in her tone as she watched a single tear slide down your cheek. “You know your father wouldn’t of arranged this marriage if he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.” Grabbing a tissue from the dresser, she gently dabbed at your tear stained face, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“How is signing your only daughter over to a mobster without her knowledge the right thing to do, mum?” That heartbreaking question was the first time you spoke all morning since the night before, when your father announced the news for your marriage to Tom Holland to be finalised immediately. Your family have been at odds with his family for generations dating back to the 1800’s, your father would always say that no amount of money offered could settle the bad blood your family had shared with ‘that pack of heathens’, as he liked to call them. For no cost could ever be agreed upon for the trust and respect that goes into doing business with such people. Until one afternoon, when an offer proposed by a frail, dying Don Holland presented itself by a telegram message written from his deathbed as he settled the last of his affairs. That offer being you.

“I wasn’t entirely supportive of the arrangement too, but as you know dear, your father is not one to negotiate such matters with. I think it would be good for all as time goes on.” Your mother said as she grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze in reassurance. Although this plan didn’t lie in the hands of your mother, you did feel some resentment for both parents. “It’ll be good for his business, not for his daughter.” you sighed as you turned to walk away from your mother to sit on the end of your bed. “I always dreamed of marrying someone I loved…” You thought to yourself as your mind drifted off to the thought of Harrison, the handsome young butler who has been the reason for your bed remaining vacant and unoccupied as of late, for lonely nights alone had lead you into the comforting arms of the blue eyed lad, who resided in a single bed dormitory located at the third wing of the mansion where your grandfather had an old wine cellar renovated into servant quarters many years ago.

“You haven’t even met Thomas yet. I heard he is a real gentleman, and very charming.” Your mother replied, casting a playful wink at you as she started to adjust the tiara in your hair. You rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away from you as you stood up. It wasn’t until you smoothed your sweaty palms over your lace dress that you had noticed the hundreds and thousands of tiny pearls woven into the details of the dress. The designer was a mystery to you as your mother had it flown from Paris early this morning, but nether the less, it was gorgeous.

A light tap on your bedroom door awoke you from your daze. Walking across your bedroom, you opened the heavy door where your father’s assistant stood on the other side, a small delicate white box held in his hand immediately gaining your attention.

“Good morning Miss Y/N,” the assistant who’s name you can never remember said. “I have a delivery from Mr Holland.” Confused, you hastily grasped the box from the man and carried it to your large four poster bed, eagerly pulling and untangling the fine pink silk ribbon that adorned the otherwise boring, plain white box. Your mother hurried to your side as you lifted the lid, curiosity getting the better of you both as you were both stunned by what was inside. A gorgeous diamond necklace, like nothing you had seen before was sitting before you. Reflecting the light of the room from the many stones that coated it glimmered from each and every angle. A note was tucked in behind it that read:

“For my beautiful bride. With love, T.H”

Loved it!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

The Spiderman Kiss

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : Y/N help spiderman with his wound.

Warnings : slight make out session , mention of wound (stab wound to be more specific) and blood , Peter being Peter

A/N : you can imagine this as Tom Peter , Andrew Peter or Tobey Peter. Not my gif.

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Peter didn't even know why he came to her for help. He could just tend his own wound but no , he swing to her apartment as fast as he can while the other hand clutch tighly on the stab wound on his abdomen. Landing on her fire escape , he hesitated , he could turn back and go home but before he realized it. His hand already knocked on her window.

Y/N was studying in her room for tomorrow calculus test when she hear a knock on her window. Getting up from her chair , she draw the curtain only to be met with a superhero clad in a red and blue skintight suit.

She open her window. "What are you-"

Her eyes trailed down to his abdomen and she gasp when she noticed the blood "oh my , you're bleeding"

"yeah , I was hoping you could help me"

She help him through her window and sat him on her bed. "Stay here alright? I'm gonna get the first aid kit and the washcloth. Don't pass out"

Peter only nod his head , watching her figure entering the bathroom before coming out a minute later with the kit and washcloth. She kneel between his spread legs making Peter gulp nervously.

"can you- can you take off your suit so I can get a better look on your wound?". Her voice was quite. If its not for his enchanced hearing , he won't hear her.

"yeah um sure". He take off his skintight suit (except the mask and lower body part of course) revealing his toned chest , six packs and muscly arms. The way her eyes trailed over his toned figure make him blush under his mask.

Y/N clear her throat and started to clean his wound ,trying hard not to stare at his chest. "The wound is not that deep so you didn't need a stitch. I will just patch you up okay?"

Peter nodded his head again. Unable to let out a words , afraid he's gonna talk nonsense. How could he not? He's been crushing on her since freshman year. Y/N is the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on. He's pretty sure Y/N would never spare a glance at a nerd like him.

"There all done". Peter was quick to wear his suit back

"thank you...." He trailed off , acting like he doesn't know her.

"Y/N. My name Y/N"

"Thank you Y/N" he said , stepping out onto the fire escape. "You're welcome spidey". With a small smirk on her face , she leaned on her windowsill , face inches away from Peter.

She doesn't even know where the sudden boldness came from.

"I uh. I should go"

"stay safe". She wink making Peter more flustered under his mask

That night , Peter sleep with a huge grin on his face.

He can't help himself. He's been staring at the back of her head since she stepped inside the classroom. He can't stop replaying last night memory in his head. She look even cuter with her silk kitten pj's , her h/c locks tied in a loose bun. The way she bit her lips in concetration.

Her lips , how he wish he could kiss her untill she's panting out of breath

She lived in his head. Rent free

"Mr Parker"

Peter snapped out of his daze and reply quickly "yes?"

"whats the answer to this question?"

His eyes scanned the question on the white board. "Oh um 20"

"Good , pay attention next time"

"Yes , sorry sir"

He look back at her only for her already have her eyes on him. She gave him a small smile and he returned it but it look more like an akward smile. She turn back around and Peter smile to himself.

He want to see her again tonight. Maybe bring her a little gift. If he can't approach her as Peter Parker. He will approach her as Spiderman.

Y/N was playing with her phone when she hear a knock on her window. Again.

She get up from her bed and draw the curtain to be met with the same superhero she helped yesterday. Opening her window , Peter step inside her room.

"Are you hurt? Want me to get the first aid?"

"No. No i'm fine. I'm just....Here". Peter held out a bouquet of roses for her. She took it from his hand with a smile on her face.

"Thank you". Peter rubbed the back of his neck. She put the bouquet on her nightstand and sat on her bed.

"Don't you have patrolling to do?"

"yeah urm just done with my patrolling and I saw the roses so I decided to bought it for you"

"How sweet of you spiderman" she breathed out. Y/N patted the space next to her indicating Peter to sat next to her. Peter comply without hesitation.

"What?". Peter let out a nervous chuckle when Y/N keep staring at his mask face. "I'm just trying to figure out the person behind this spider mask. Your voice sound familiar"

Peter started to panic. No , no , no she can't know his real identity. It will put her in danger.

"W-what? I'm pretty sure w-we never met before. H-how can my voice sound familiar to you?". Well , they have a few classes together but he didn't talk much. Just answering a question the teacher ask. And he know Y/N will probably never pay attention to him (except today). So it's impossible for her to know that spiderman is him.

Right?

"Chill spidey , i'm just messing with you" she chuckle. To be honest , she didn't lie. He do sound like a certain boy with a brown hair in her class who she have develop a crush since the past 3 months.

Well how could you not? Peter is a smart guy , attractive and have a good manner too. She can't help herself from falling for him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief. "you scared me there for a bit" he laugh.

For the rest of the night they just talk about everything and Y/N trying to make him slip out a little information about himself but luck is not on her side.

For the next 2 months , Peter keep visiting her every night after patrolling. He will brought her a coffee , more flowers or any snack he could put in his backpack.

Tonight was no different , he step through the already open window (since spiderman keep visiting , Y/N decided just to let her window open) he saw her just walk through her bedroom door with two mug of hot chocolate on her hands "oh hey , i made hot chocolate"

"oh i love hot chocolate". She let out a chuckle and pass the black mug with a picture of spiderman on it to Peter.

Peter scan the picture on the mug. "Really?"

"What? I bought it from a nearby store just for you" she laugh , bringing the mug to her lips before taking a sip. Peter pull his mask untill it was right under his nose before taking a sip himself.

She stare at his pink lips and notice a small scar on the corner of his lips. Only one person that she know have that scar on the corner on their lips.

"hey you okay?"

"What? Oh yeah i'm okay"

"So back to the story , that lady didn't even say thank you and just walk away. How rude- you sure you're okay? You keep staring at me"

"No , it just-"

Before Y/N could finish her sentence there was a loud knock on her door , follow by her mom's voice.

"Y/N , sweetie can you open this door?"

"oh shit thats my mom. Hide hide. Hurry!!" she whispered

"fuck , where?"

"i don't know! Why not on the ceiling?" she said sarcastically. But Peter is in a panic mode so he just jump on her ceiling and lay flat on it.

Y/N didn't realise that Spiderman is 'hiding' on her ceiling and open her door. Enough for her to peek out her head. "Yes mom?"

"who are you talking to?"

"uh no one"

"but I heard another voice"

"Oh i'm facetiming MJ"

"But I heard a boy's voice"

"Oh... Urmm MJ is with her boyfriend so uh that's why you heard a boy's voice. That's her boyfriend's voice"

Peter almost let out a laugh hearing Y/N answer knowing MJ is into girls.

"ohh look at the time it's almost 11. I gotta go to bed. Goodnight. Love you". Y/N close the door and let out a sigh. She turned around and a loud gasp escape her lips as Peter's mask face is literally in front of her.

He was standing

On her ceiling

They stare at each other. He examine her beautiful face. e/c eyes , h/c hair , plump lips. Everything about her is perfect in his eyes.

"Can I try something?". Her voice is quiet like when she first help him with his wound. He nodded his head.

Y/N pull his mask until it reach the bridge of his nose. Peter inhale sharply.

She cupped his face and bring their lips together. Her lips fit perfectly in his. Like their lips was made for each other.

Peter cup her left cheeks and kiss her a bit harder , making her let out a small groan. Neither of them seem like they want to pull away. They can't just get enough of each other lips.

After a minutes of them devouring each other lips , Y/N pull away first. Both of them panting heavily from the kiss.

"Well , I must say you're a good kisser , Parker" she smirked and wink at him.

His eyes widened "Wait , what?!"

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THIS WAS THE BEST PETER PARKER FIC!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I NEED MORE LIKE THIS!!!!!!

Can you please write a Peter Parker secretly dating reader with water/ice powers. I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

My Mini Elsa

A/N: Thank you for the request love! This is my first time writing a secret relationship, so I apologize if this is horrible- I have to admit, I love making up random icy nicknames- I feel like that's just something Peter would always do.

PARING: Peter Parker x Ice Powered Reader

SUMMARY: You and Peter are in a classical secret relationship. Only difference is he’s Spider-Man and you can control Ice.

WARNINGS: Not really any, just fluff

Peter had a longing look in his eyes as he watched you walk toward him with your friends, laughing at a joke they made. He wanted nothing more than to run up to you and shower your soft face with kisses, but he knew he couldn’t. Besides, it was his idea to keep your relationship a secret, he was Spider-Man, and being such he had acquired quite a few enemies, if they found out Spider-Man had a girlfriend, one who held the ability to control ice no less, you would be in constant danger. And Peter couldn’t live with himself knowing it was because of him. Instead he had to wait until you were alone to be able to hold you, touch you, tell you how much he absolutely adores you. Which was basically torturer for him.

As you walked past you caught Peters eye, sending him a sly wink before you walked off. His face turned a dusted pink and he immediately looked at his shoes, smiling to himself. The last thing you heard was Ned asking Peter what he was smiling at, turning him into a stuttering mess.

You were headed to your favorite class of the day, science, where Peter’s your lab partner, of course you could still talk to him any other time, you were friends, but you still loved having an excuse to be with him. Sitting down at your chair you smiled to Peter as he walked in, waving at you.

“How’s My Mini Elsa doing?” He asked you before he put his books down. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he knew you hated but he loved for some reason.

Peter was just about to lean in and press a kiss to your cheek out of habit but he stopped his reflex in time, sighing sadly.

“I’m better now you’re here Spidie” You said sweetly, Peters eyes widened slightly.

“Keep your voice down!” He whisper shouted, looking around the room which just drew attention to him. Honestly you wondered how the whole school hadn’t found out yet with how terrible he is at keeping secrets.

“Says the one who just called me ‘Mini Elsa.’ He pretended to contemplate it for a moment.

“Fair point, sorry Ice-cube.” You just hit him playfully in response.

“Why do you always have to use those nicknames?” You wined but deep down you loved it.

“Because your powers are super cool,” He slipped his arm around your waist and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“You think there cool?” You asked innocently and he nodded in return. You hummed as you subtly lifted your hand and froze the liquid in one of the beakers. Peters head shot to you in surprise.

“Y/N!” He scolded.

“What? No one will miss it” You shrugged, giving him your doe eyes that you knew he fell for every time. He let out an exaggerated breath, giving in as he glanced back to the now frozen glass making you giggle.

“Woah, getting a little handsy there aren’t we Penis Parker?” Yelled a voice that always made your stomach drop. Peter glared at Flash before reluctantly letting go of your waist, not wanting to blow your cover. You wined at the lack of touch and he sent you a sympathetic glance before gesturing for you to continue with your project.

Four horrible hours later and school was finally over, meaning that you could at last be with Peter freely. A smile graced your lips as you thought about it. The elevator doors dinged open before you skipped to his door knocking on it. Not even three knocks in, and it swung open surprising you, what surprised you more was the pair of arms that instantly wrapped around you. You barely even got to look at Peters face before he gently tugged you inside and embraced you with a warm hug.

“Well hello to you too, Pete,” You brushed your hands through his soft hair as you felt his breath tickle your collar bone.

“I missed you Y/N,” He nuzzled closer into your neck like a child, savoring your warm touch that he’d been deprived of all day.

“I missed you too,” You laughed. That’s when Peter suddenly picked you up- effortlessly thanks to his super strength, earning a shocked squeal from you. He started walking you towards his bedroom while looking up at you.

“You’re cute,” He smiled, making you look away shyly. After a bit of struggling Peter managed to swing his door open, almost dropping you in the process.

“Graceful.” You laughed, making him roll his eyes and throw you on the bed.

“Peter!” You squealed, glaring at him as you sat back up,

“What?” He jumped on the bed next to you, making you bounce slightly,

“I could have died!” You said, steadying yourself and slapping his hand away.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” He laughed, reaching for you again. But before he could you waved your hands together, a devilish look painted on your face. Peter glanced from you, to the snowball forming in your palms and back with panicked eyes as he comprehended what you were doing.

“Y/N wait, I- I didn’t mea-” Before he could finish, you threw the snowball at his face causing him to fall back dramatically. He hit the mattress with a huff, you to let out a fit of giggles as you looked at his snow-covered face.

“Y/NNN” He whined, dragging out the syllables,

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” You said mimicking him playfully. Peter groaned as he got back up.

“Very funny, point taken,” He rubbed at his cheek,

“Aww Pete, I’m sorry, do you want some help?” You asked sweetly, with a head tilt.

“Yes please,” He gave you sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll put some ice on it,” You weren’t able to hold back your laugh as you fell back on the bed, rolling around at your own joke that wasn’t even that funny. Peter looked at you, unamused.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned,

“Don’t worry Pete, I won’t, but who knew the great Spider-Man can’t handle a bit of snow?” You teased.

"Hey you don't see me shooting webs at you," he countered,

You were about to go on with your one-sided jokes when Peters lips suddenly crashed onto yours. You were shocked at first but soon melted into the kiss. He pecked your lips before he pulled away, picking up a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers.

“That wasn’t exactly the response I was expecting for making fun of you, but ill take it” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I missed you so much.” He lent his forehead on yours and let out a contempt sigh.

“I missed you too, I wish we didn’t have to wait so long to be together,” You frowned.

“I know Snow-Pea, but its for your own safety, because I love you. One day we’ll be able to spend as much time as we want together, but for now, I’m just so grateful that I can be with you. If anything, it makes time spent together more precious. I’ve never met anyone like you Y/N, and that’s not just because of the Ice-powers, I don’t want to put what we have at risk.” Your heart swelled at his kind words, deciding to ignore his cheesy ice nickname.

“I look forward to that time Pete”

“So do I, you have no idea how much time I spend thinking of it.”

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow – signaling for him to elaborate.

“What do you think about?” Peter looked deep into your curious eyes and smiled to himself.

“Well,” He started as he lay down, propping his head up on the pillows. You settled yourself next to him, resting your head on his chest and winding your legs around his.

“I imagine the time when I can walk through the school holding onto your hand proudly, showing off the fact that you’re my girl.” Something about the way Peter said my girl made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“I dream of the times where, one day, I can hold you, and kiss you when ever we want to, instead of having to wait for days in a row. Where whenever I feel like it, I can yell ‘I love you Y/N L/N’ from the top of my lungs, and trust me, I want to do that a lot.” You laugh at that, tightening your grip around his torso.

“And I think of our future together… having kids?” He said hesitantly, studying your face to gauge your reaction. His heart leaped when he saw you smile hopefully, so he went on.

“I wonder what they would be like, I mean, would they have ice powers like their mum? I can just picture a mini you running around, freezing everything in sight and making snow angels every chance they get.” You laughed together in pure bliss, starting to tear up a bit at the fact that Peter thought about this, a lot.

He saw your glossy eyes and started to pepper your face in loving kisses. Times like this made him wish he could spend every minute of everyday with you like this; The only time he was truly happy, no homework, no Spider-Man duties, no stress, just you and him.

“I love you Peter, you have no idea,”

“Mmm, I think I might have a bit of an idea Snowflake,” He said fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing in your apple and cinnamon shampoo.

“I love you too,”

BONUS PART:

“Pete?” May yelled from Peters bedroom.

“Yeah May?” he asked, taking out his earbuds and opening his door to see May changing his sheets.

“Why is there Ice all over your bed?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice. The boy’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning slightly pale.

“I uhmm, well… S-simple explanation really-”

Yup and I'm trying to shift to that Universe 😉

in some universe peter parker is your boyfriend.

Same her bestie!!!!!!!! I also get so jealous 😔😔

i hate when i search “_____ x reader” and OC fics come up :((

im a scorpio moon, i get jealous guys. i cannot be reading about my fictional crushes with other people😭

Awwww I love this series!!!!! Peter is being so cuteeeeeeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

The New Girl ~ Part 4

Stark!Reader

Masterlist || Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, sorta suggestiveness

A/N: it’s insane how fast i’m getting these out bye ✋ i just can’t stop making them lmao. also just letting you know this is gonna have a lot of parts bc i’m trying not to do any time jumps in one post so that’s why this one is so short

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my toxic trait is that I need to read a fanfic before I complete any task so that I can have a perfect scenario to play out in my head while I’m doing it

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Social Media Fics

In The Dark (Series) - @venomsilk

life is good—the hit netflix show you star in has been picked up for one final season right after its third’s aired and you’ve made friends for life in your cast-mates - when a certain beloved spider-man actor mentions your name in an interview, you’re certain your luck couldn’t get any better - until he starts dating one of your best friends

Revenge Is Sweet (Series) - @t-lostinworlds

to put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? or maybe…something more?

Posts - @cherrycheridarling

a little something where it just shows tom's posts on instagram about you

I'm Doing Good, I'm On Some New Shit (Series) - @holland24-7

one where y/n and tom dated but broke up and she’s finally moving on after months of suffering

Crush - @holland24-7

you have a huge crush with your favourite actor tom holland and decide to make it public, what’s the worst that could happen?

Reckless - @isimpoveryou

tom is with zendaya and y/n makes a new single “reckless”

Honeymoon - @isimpoveryou

it’s like their honeymoon or maybe going public and they post cute pics

When World's Collide (Series) - @ptersmj

you’re on tour, he’s a fan with connections

Bad Ones (Series) - @spideymix

why do you always fall for the bad ones? the ones who always make you sad? well that’s what you did, and it ended up with heartbreak - the person you thought was the one, didn’t think the same - what happens when you write an album about your experience? could it lead to even more of a problem or maybe a happy ending?

Happier (Series) - @bradtomlovesya

frat!tom is in love with his best friend's girlfriend but he tries to hide it and bite his tongue every time he cheats on you - tom wish that he could tell you the truth, that you would be happier with him

"And Action" (Series) - @perspectiive

in which y/n hadid is in a romcom with her cheating ex boyfriend

Show Some Love - @spacebarnes

an insight into tom's posts about you

Sold To The Devil (Series) - @housepartyprotocol

when your friend makes a deal with the devil for his own means - what will happen when he pays you in return, what will uncover about your true nature?

Screenshots Of Love (Series) - @housepartyprotocol

you are a famous actress and tom holland’s massive crush - what happens when his brothers get sick of it and take it in their owns hands

Instagram Posts - @housepartyprotocol

a little compilation of instagram posts shows tom holland’s love for you

Secret Fashion Show - @housepartyprotocol

tom flaunting his girlfriend as she opens the victoria secret fashion show

Driver's License - @petersasteria

based on this fic

You Know You Love Me - @hollandsvogue

gossip girl social media au that will follow the lives of tom holland and co. and the life of you as you travel through ups and downs of high school and deal with the scandals and rumours being spread by an anonymous blogger and will you grow to love or hate the one and only tom holland

Announcing Your Relationship - @uhholiveish

you and tom announce your relationship to the world

Social Media Masterlists

@farfromtommy - here

@fandomtrashwhore - here

@tom-softie - here

@parkersharthook - here

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Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

Hey guys! I'm tryna find a peter Parker x reader fic where it's Peter's Birthday and he thinks that the reader forgot about it because she has been ignoring him ( at least that's what he thinks) due to work but actually she planned a whole party for him and it's all fluff. I really want to read that fic again. But I don't know the title. Please help me find it 😭😭😭😭

Cutieeeeeee 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Awwwwwwww He looks so happy my heart 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️