#Harry Holland fluff
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spideyssunshine · 1 year ago
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new era starts now.
can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.
IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.
love,
chris :)
going to tag some of my old friends from my taglist below!
@hotforharrison @spideyspeaches @can-i-callyou-tonight @voguesir @parkerxreader @teti-menchon0604 @lillucyandthejets @parkers-gal @justafangirlduh @quacksonholland @thehumanistsdiary @theliterarymess @clara-licht @the-fan-18 @reptaysgf @writetorace @lmaotshollandd @megnotfound @itsbieberxholland @givebuckyhisplum @thirstiestpotato @lil-eesii-ye @0nico6 @piscesparker @aidinniram @heyafellows @ayooooooooooo @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lovehollandy12 @bigassnocash @prancerrparkerr @agbspidey @belovedholland
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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 2 years ago
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where did u go 😭
omg stop cus i just hopped back on here today, i’m still alive lol 💀 i just haven’t had time to write. i feel so bad cus i just write then disappear 😭little update i’m going back to school hehe😌, i doubt i will have time to write again, buttttt i’m willing to keep it going. i’m hopeful to be back again to keep writing. 🫶🏽🫶🏽
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moodymarie · 11 months ago
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Reading fanfics with y/l/n is such a struggle as a european
Like they would never be able to pronounce my last name 😭😭😭
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eunoiaflow3r · 1 month ago
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wanting to do a love island au but who are the boys??
harry potter: (harry, ron, draco, fred, blaise)
celebs: (harry styles, michael b. jordan, tom holland, ?, ?) (aged down and even)
rom com boys: (peter k, noah flynn, drayton lahey, patrick verona, austin ames)
original characters: i create the men and their personalities.
i’m leaning towards harry potter or original characters but please vote and comment as this story will be heavily reliant on votes and comments/messages!!!
if there isn’t a boy on here in a category that you would like to see pls comment or message me!
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sabrinasopposite · 7 hours ago
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when peter met nellie...
peter parker x oc!female
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🎞️ story summary: peter parker was a genius when it came to science but completely clueless when it came to love. He had no idea how to maintain a relationship—or even what love truly was. He had been on a few dates, shared a few kisses, and even had relationships, but in the end, they all ended the same way: Peter didn’t love.
nellie albright was the opposite. She was a hopeless romantic—but an unlucky one. She never had much success in finding a boyfriend, but in the end, she was fine with it. She was headstrong, knew what mattered to her, and understood what she needed.
Yet, one thing Nellie and Peter had in common was that they didn’t like each other—though life had a way of making them cross paths.
And the debate was always there: Does sex ruin a friendship between a man and a woman?
Six years later, and they’re still no closer to finding the answer.
chapter 1: the moment i met you, i thought i‘ll jump of a cliff. 
🎞️ playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4qAuFqqKy0cU4DuFfhvB4G?si=402c771614ba449e
🎞️ character moodboard: nellie albright / peter parker
🎞️ taglist: @blackynsupremacy @alelo23 @collywobblvs @newnewtheicon @angelsgalore @tvdelrey @girldisaster2007 @tinainaction @mariswxt @crazycaoticsimp
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maevesheart · 2 years ago
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let’s make a deal
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (02)
PETER PARKER X FEM!READER
summary: slapping peter parker has its consequences. but mr stark and your father make sure that this “community service” will work out in both of their favors. but that means asking things neither you nor peter may be able to do.
WC: 2k
TW: swearing
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“what?!” your loud voice cuts through the tension in the small office of your principal.
your father’s face is hard and stern, and he hasn’t spoken a word the whole time.
he is sat to your left, peter is to your right, and peter’s aunt may is on his other side.
“there is no way i’m doing that,” you laugh, shaking your head.
“excuse me, mr morita, could you repeat that?” you father asks, raising an eyebrow.
he is just as upset as you are. this is pointless. as far as he can see; you stood up for yourself.
“of course, mr griswold. here at midtown, we do not condone violence of any kinds. miss griswold’s harassment of mr parker today in the cafeteria violates our school rules. since i am the principal, and i am in charge of keeping our school safe, i must give miss griswold a punishment.”
he finishes, looking at the four of you.
peter and you are sat as far away from each other as possible. his aunt has an anxious look on her face, and you feel sort of bad.
maybe you shouldn’t have slapped him…
no! y/n shut up! he spread lies about you! you are in the right, not him.
“i understand, mr morita, but i’m sure a weeks suspension is a little dramatic,” your father put on his work voice, demanding and frightening.
you found yourself wincing at his words. he was the only person you were ever scared of.
“my father’s right, sir, i only stood up for myself,” you defended, putting on your puppy-dog eyes.
“i’m sorry, miss griswold, but if you wish to change your punishment, you must go to the board of education.”
you sigh, pretty much accepting the defeat.
wait! this is peter’s fault, so why shouldn’t he go down too?
“mr morita, if i may,” you start,
“of course,”
“like i said, i was only standing up for myself. i felt attacked by peter’s cruel words and he was spreading lies about me. lies that include activities which i did not partake in. he is practically sexualizing me, which if i’m not wrong, goes against rule 142 of school conduct. surely he should receive some sort of punishment as well.” you reasoned, planting a sweet tone and a charming smile.
you watched the corners of your fathers mouth twitch into a smirk.
“you are right, miss. i suppose mr parker has broken rules as well. two weeks of community service for the both of you. that’s all.” he dismissed the four of you with the wave of his hand, and you and your father exited with grins on the both of your faces.
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COMMUNITY SERVICE; DAY ONE
when your matte black mclaren pulls up into the parking lot where you’re meeting peter, you immediately don’t want to be there.
after you left the school yesterday, peter had given you his number so you two could communicate on where to work. mr morita said the only way he would let you both back was if you did the work together.
you were dreading it.
the minutes felt like hours, so when peter finally walked up to you, you thought you had been sitting there for seven hours.
he eyed you, and raised an eyebrow at your outfit.
you were wearing black tights, a burberry skirt, a white turtleneck sweater, and knee-high black chanel boots. what was so wrong with your outfit?
you gave him a look and crossed your arms over your chest. normally you didn’t care what people thought of you…
“god this sucks!” you breathed out, throwing your head back.
peter rolled his eyes, and sat down next to you.
“listen, y/n, i’m sorry about what you think i did, but i suggest that we somehow find a way to work together to get this over with,” he spoke, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
“whatever, peter, i don’t really care!”
he shook his head and stood up, walking over to the woman with the clipboard.
you watched him walk away and huffed, he was getting on your nerves way more than you expected.
deep down, you knew that he didn’t say the things harry said he did. harry was like that though; he loved drama, and usually started it on his own.
once peter came back, he was carrying two black trash bags, and two metal sticks.
“what are those?” you asked, reluctantly taking them from him.
“our community service. now stand up,”
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“peter! i’m tired. can we rest?” you pleaded, watching him pick up crushed soda cans.
“fine. but only five minutes,” he sighed, shaking his head at your laziness.
he had done all the work, the only thing you could really said you did was complain.
sighing as he slumped down next to you, his head shot up as you squealed next to him.
“gregor!” you jumped up, running to the black bentley that pulled up next to the gazebo the two of you were seated at.
he stood up and hesitantly followed you, unsure of this strange man.
gregor — the man you ran to — offered peter a smile as he got out of the backseat, and extended his hand once peter was within reach.
“doctor gregor mathers. you must be peter parker, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
peter examined the man before giving his hand.
they shook hands for a slight moment before you started practically climbing doctor mathers.
“pleaseee tell me you’ve come to save me! i need to get out of here!” you begged, inching closer and closer to the car door.
“yes, i have actually. the both of you. your father wishes to meet with you both.” gregor said sternly, motioning towards the car.
you climbed in immediately, gregor slid in next to you, and then when peter got in, he was across.
gregor told the driver to head for gris-rise, the building that held griswold tech, the company your father owned.
gregor had heard of peter’s internship at stark industries — the competition for your fathers company — so he was hesitant when your father announced he wanted both you and peter to come to his office.
one thing was for sure, gregor would be keeping an eye on peter.
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the elevator ride up to your father’s office was quiet and tense.
peter awkwardly stood opposite of you and gregor, and continuously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
he watched you carefully as you applied lipstick using the long mirrors along the whole elevator. gregor stood closely next to you, keeping an eye on peter.
the doors chimed and opened wide, presenting your fathers completely glass office. 50 foot walls lined the entire room, completely dark grey glass windows.
his dark mahogany desk sat in the middle, with two grey plush chairs across from it.
your heeled boots clicked on the marble floor as you waltzed up to your father, who was faced away from you, standing up and staring out one of his many windows.
“hi, daddy,” you smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek as he turned around. “hello, darling,” he spoke back, turning around and facing peter and gregor with a glimmering smirk.
“welcome to gristech, peter parker.”
peter’s chest tightened as he lightly squinted, taking in your fathers smile. his teeth glinted white in the bright office, and he looked almost sinister.
peter lightly nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat, next to gregor.
“gregor you’re free to go, my biggest thank yous.” your dad smiled, giving gregor a squeeze on the shoulder.
“of course, ken. i’ll be back shortly,” gregor said, giving you a tight lipped smile and nodding to peter as he walked past him.
the sound of his expensive dress shoes echoed in the open room as you and peter were ushered to your fathers desk.
peter reluctantly sat down next to you, uneasily looking around and trying to find the quickest way to escape.
“i’m very happy you agreed to come here, mr parker. i’m kennedy griswold, ceo and president at gristech, but please just call me ken.” a bright smile once again exposed itself on your fathers face.
“of course, sir.” peter said, lightly bowing his head.
“now, i spoke to midtown, and principal morita agreed to let me bend the conditions of your community service just a bit. i figured you two would quickly tire of the slaving away they had you both doing. so instead, i’ve had both of you transferred here. to be my interns for these 2 weeks.”
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AVENGERS TOWER
tony’s fingers pressed into his temples, listening to peter jabber about what ken griswold had told him.
gristech was stark industries biggest competitor. obviously, tony wasn’t happy, but he figured that this could be used to his advantage.
“listen kid,” tony started, placing a hand on peters shoulder, “ken griswold is no dummy. in fact he might almost be as smart as me. there’s definitely a reason he’s doing this, and it’s not for his daughter; lord knows he’s never cared about his family. especially after what he did to his wife… but that’s besides the point.”
peter gave tony a confused look, wondering where he could be going with this.
“i want you to keep a close eye on ken griswold. see his next moves, what he’s making now. then come tell me. we will always be a step ahead.”
���sir, i don’t know if i’m cut out for it. you know i’m clumsy and sometimes stupid and,” peter awkwardly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“you’re smart, parker. you’ll do what’s right, you think with your heart. just don’t trust the girl, she’s beautiful, yes, but she’s a little devil. i’ve heard the things she’s done.”
tony was talking about you, of course.
“make her fall for you. make her trust you. make her feel like she can tell you anything. get her to tell you everything. we need this information to get ahead, parker.”
peter shook his head. he wasn’t cut out for that. how could tony expect him to fake feelings for you when he’s loved you for years? how would he live with himself?
“mr stark…”
“i’m counting on you, kid. don’t let me down.” tony gave him a rough pat on the back, and left the room, leaving peter alone with his thoughts.
his jumbled, twisted thoughts. thoughts that were going to eat him alive.
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GRIS-RISE
“no! i absolutely will not be doing that!” you screeched, appalled that your father thought you would ever associated yourself with peter parker.
“y/n arabella griswold. this is not me asking. this is me demanding. you will get peter parker to trust you, and you will get peter parker to tell you everything he knows about stark industries. i do not care what it takes. want a new chanel? consider it done.”
“daddy! i don’t want to! i hate peter parker! how can you make me do this after those things he said about me?” you we’re shocked. your father was a bad man, you knew this, but he wasn’t evil.
this was out of character of him.
yet, as always, you complied. you would do anything for your fathers approval, something you had been seeking all your life.
you never had a problem getting approval from your mother. she was beautiful, and kind. like a ray of sunshine. your father was dark and gloomy like a thunderstorm. they balanced each other out.
ever since your mothers death when you were a mere child, things hadn’t been the same. your father turned dark and cold and shut you and georgie out.
so of course, if it meant you had to make peter parker fall in love with you to make your father proud, you’d do it.
it can’t be that hard, can it?
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cherrycheridarling · 2 years ago
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main masterlist
a/n: please don't repost any of my work without permission<3 you can reblog and all that jazz :)
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tom holland masterlist
harry styles masterlist
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positivelyholland · 2 years ago
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The Fight For Our Lives
pairing: tom holland x sister!reader
genre: fluff 
warnings: so much talk of taylor swift, bad writing
summary: i don't wanna ruin the plot twist but just read it please 
A/N no one asked for this and I have a million requests in my inbox that i'm working on so just enjoy this short little thing while i work on everything else
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Everyone was so close to a mental breakdown, especially you. And at this point, you felt the need to go back in time and warn your past self. Tell her it's a terrible idea and she definitely shouldn't do it. If you could, you would've never put yourself in this situation in the first place. 
You needed to rewind time and tell Y/N from 45 minutes ago that this was going to end in disaster. 
And Tom felt the exact same way.
If only he wouldn't have accepted the job from his parents to do this. If only he would've thought thing through, then he wouldn't currently be on the verge of committing a crime. 
It was the moment that everyone had been dreading for 15 years. The task that everyone pushed off as a future problem, but now was the moment they had to face their biggest fear....
Teaching Y/N Holland how to drive. 
Tom had been stupid enough to accept the job that his parents offered him, and now he knows exactly why his parents didn't want to do it themselves. 
"Tom, I have a really important chore for you" Nicki started. 
"Ok...." tom responded, putting his phone down.
"Someone needs to teach y/n how to drive, and god knows you're the only one with enough patience to do so"
"ok i'll do it! how hard can it be?" tom laughed at his moms dramatics. 
Oh how naive he was to think that his mom was exaggerating how bad this was going to be, for both Tom and you. 
It had started off pretty smoothly, with only one curb getting hit and almost running over a couple of pedestrians. Although Tom wasn't too worried during those moments, he soon began to fear for his life and sanity. 
You got distracted because of the fact that you listening to Taylor Swift while you drove, so Tom tried to turn off the music after you almost ran a red light because of this. However, you were not pleased with your eldest brother disrupting your jamming session, so you instantly became very irritated. 
You tried to turn it back on, as you insisted that it helped you drive better, but due to the fact that any other person on this earth would disagree with your statement, Tom immediately slapped your hand away from the button that turns your music back on. 
"DONT TOUCH ME I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT" you practically screamed at him. 
"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I WANT TO SURVIVE THIS DRIVE" Tom said, matching your volume. 
"BUT WILDEST DREAMS (taylor's version) HELPS ME KEEP US ALIVE" you said, to which Tom rolled his eyes. 
"you literally missed 3 turns in a row because you were rambling about how good the bridge of this song would mix with 13 of her other songs" Tom started to calm down, but unfortunately for him, you had a point to make. 
"YOU'RE JUST BEING A HATER, AND I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE I CAN DRIVE" you were so proud of that comeback that your little smirk accidentally showed through, which angered  your brother even more. 
"Y/N EYES ON THE ROAD" he was overreacting at this point. Everyone knows you can defend Taylor Swift and drive at the same time. You can practically do anything while fulfilling your swiftie duties. 
"I. NEED. TAYLOR. SWIFT." you weren't giving up on this anytime soon, so Tom decided to just let you win this argument. 
That doesn't mean he wasn't scared for his life though.
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bunnyweasley23 · 1 year ago
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If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!
This book is for you if you like:
-Dumbledore Slander
-Wolfstar as parents
-Nice!Snape (sort of)
-Nice!Draco
-Black OC!
-Mom!Natasha
-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!
-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*
-Ron x OC
Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:
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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.
"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.
"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.
"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.
"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.
"Saw who?" I asked innocently.
"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.
"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.
"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.
"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.
"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.
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marvelgirlstories · 2 years ago
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Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘
Meet the Fam
Tom Holland x reader
SFW
Warnings: None (I think)
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You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"
After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.
Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.
Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.
"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.
When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.
You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.
"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.
I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.
See you soon ♥️
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@felicitylemon @kandis-mom
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spideyssunshine · 1 year ago
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please send me requests!!
i write for:
tom holland
mcu peter parker
harrison osterfield
harry holland
sam holland
lots of love, chris 💝
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swiftsrqmantic · 1 year ago
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working on something pretty coooool…
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britishstan02 · 5 months ago
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I miss writing I might start again feel free to request something
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eunoiaflow3r · 8 months ago
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hey guys i’m back from my yearly hiatus lolll! send in some harry potter/marvel requests!! my computer comes in tomorrow and i want to write!
love you!
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sabrinasopposite · 7 hours ago
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when peter met nellie..
chapter 1: the moment i met you, i thought i‘ll jump of a cliff. 
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I always told myself that I would get married in a castle with my prince charming or that my first kiss would be from a superhero. But those were just the thoughts of a little girl who dreamed of things far beyond her reach.
I used to think love was easy—easy to find, easy to feel, easy to hold onto. But when I hit my teenage years, my perspective twisted.
Books never mentioned that boys could be complete douchebags. They never warned me that dating apps existed, where you could swipe left or right like people were disposable. They never said that love wasn’t always like the movies.
I had gone on a few dates, had a few relationships, but they never went anywhere—at least, nowhere good. And yet, I remained hopeful, because I loved love.
I loved the idea that somewhere out there, someone was waiting—just for me.
And looking back, I should have known that Peter Parker would be the bane of my existence. Or, as some might call it, fate. Maybe even the one who waited.
But at fifteen, you don’t always see the obvious.
Before I truly met Peter, I was an intern at Oscorp Industries—a big deal for a high school sophomore. Even now, I still don’t know how I landed the opportunity, but maybe it was meant to happen. Science was my life. While other kids my age were busy worrying about prom dates and football games, I was spending my weekends analyzing DNA sequences and studying biochemical reactions.
My goal was to work at Oscorp full-time one day—maybe even lead my own research project. I was serious about it. Maybe too serious sometimes.
Which is why I hated field trip days.
That afternoon, a group of students from Midtown High was scheduled to visit, meaning my workspace would be invaded by a bunch of students who probably didn’t care about what we were doing here. Most of them were probably just here for extra credit or to get out of a test, and I had little patience for any of it.
I had been assigned to help lead the tour alongside Dr. Connors—answering questions and making sure no one touched anything they weren’t supposed to. It wasn’t exciting, but it was better than sitting in a classroom. That was until I heard a name that made me inwardly groan.
Peter Parker.
I didn’t go to Midtown, but I knew that name. Everyone in the science circuit did.
And not just because he was a so-called genius, but because my neighbor, Liz Allan, once had a thing with him. I had heard all about how he broke her heart—some drama about prom night, though I never asked for details.
He was the kind of person people couldn’t stop talking about—a prodigy, a teenage genius, someone whose mind was years beyond his age. My age. He won every science fair, had published academic papers, and was practically the golden boy of Midtown High’s academic program.
But, apparently, he was also a heartbreaker.
I never had a problem with intelligence. And I wasn’t jealous. But what I had heard—what I was about to experience firsthand—was that Peter Parker knew he was smart. And worse, he thought he was the smartest person in any room.
The moment he stepped into the lab, I braced myself.
“Okay, okay, this is cool,” Peter said, glancing around wide-eyed. His friend, Ned Leeds—a slightly nervous-looking guy in a hoodie—nudged him.
“I thought you already knew everything, dude.”
Peter grinned. “I mean, I do, but I like to be impressed sometimes.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything.
It was true what everyone said about him. But they never mentioned how weirdly attractive he was—for a nerd.
Peter wasn’t scrawny; he was tall and built. His chestnut-colored eyes were bright, and his curly, chocolate-brown hair shone under the cold fluorescent lights. He wasn’t ugly, that was for sure. But his personality? That was far from the perfect description of every nerd, girls swooned over in books and movies.
Dr. Connors began the tour, explaining some of the research we were doing, and I did my part, demonstrating some of the simpler experiments we used for controlled studies. It was going fine—until Peter opened his mouth.
“You know,” he said, tilting his head as he watched me set up a reaction, “this would work a lot faster if you adjusted the temperature by a couple of degrees.”
I glanced at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. You’re working with an enzyme reaction, right? The activation energy threshold is too low. If you increase the heat just slightly, you’ll see the reaction speed up without denaturing the protein.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I know how enzymes work.”
Peter shrugged. “Just saying. You don’t have to do it the slow way.”
I forced a smile, keeping my voice even. “This is a controlled experiment. We’re demonstrating fundamental principles, not trying to rush a result.”
Ned elbowed him. “Dude, let her do her job.”
Peter held up his hands, grinning. “Hey, I’m just trying to help.”
I could feel my face heating up—not with embarrassment, but with frustration. I knew my position, knew I could do anything, including kicking him out of the lab. And after all these years, I still wonder—what if I had?
Dr. Connors cleared his throat. “Parker, if you’d like to conduct your own experiments, I’m sure Oscorp will be happy to accept your internship application next year.”
Peter’s smirk faltered. “Uh, right. Sorry.”
He straightened up, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets, but I could feel his presence still lingering. As if he wanted to get under my skin.
I turned back to my work, determined to ignore him. But, of course, he wasn’t done.
“So,” Peter said after a few minutes, “what school do you go to?”
“Not Midtown,” I replied flatly.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I got that. You don’t exactly seem thrilled to see us.”
“I’m thrilled to be working,” I said. “Not babysitting.”
Ned let out a low whistle. “Oof. Burn.”
Peter, to my surprise, laughed. “Okay, okay, I deserved that. But seriously, where do you go?”
“Standard High.”
“Oh.”
“Yep.”
Peter crossed his arms. “Fancy.”
Funny story—Standard High and Midtown High were kind of rivals in the Academic Decathlon competition. I used to be on the team, but I left when I got my internship at Oscorp.
For a second, I thought he might actually drop it. But then—
“So, do you even like it here?” he asked, motioning around the lab.
I stared at him. “What kind of question is that?”
“I mean, you’re obviously smart. But do you actually like doing this stuff, or are you just trying to impress your teachers?”
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t have to impress anyone. Unlike you.”
Ned sucked in a breath. “Oh, man, she’s got you figured out.”
Peter narrowed his eyes, but instead of looking offended, he looked… amused. Like he had just found a new puzzle to solve. I hated that look. I barely knew him, only his name and stupid face already.
“Well,” he said after a moment, “this was fun.” His chestnut-brown eyes were still locked on mine, a soft, amused glint in them. His gaze flickered to my name tag, and for a moment, I could have sworn he remembered my name, forever.
“For you, maybe,” I muttered.
As the tour wrapped up, I thought that would be the last time I saw Peter Parker. He was just some obnoxious kid from another school, someone I’d never have to deal with again.
But as he walked out of the lab, he glanced back at me, grinning. “See you around, intern.”
I didn’t know it then, but he was right.
I would see Peter Parker around.
More than I ever wanted to.
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PETER PARKER X FEM!READER
note: georgie griswold is reader’s twin brother :) both are 17 and juniors at midtown!!
summary: harry’s important “news” pisses you off, so you go straight to the source yourself. except when he doesn’t give you answers, you just sort of… slap it out of him.
WC: 1.8k
TW: violence (a slap), swearing
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even as a child, you had been kept out of the public eye.
your last name being one of the most recognized in the world, your father tried his hardest to prevent you and your brother from a childhood of cameras and zero privacy.
that only worked for so long, and eventually the two of you were placed in the best private school your father could find, midtown high.
when the two of you transferred your freshman year, all eyes were on you. It didn’t matter how long the both of you had been there, immediately you two became the most popular two in all of the school.
money, grades, status, and beauty? every girl wanted to be you and every guy wanted to date you. it was no secret either.
so when you woke up on monday morning, prepared for another perfect day in your perfect life, the last thing you expected was to get suspended that same afternoon.
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“miss griswold?” a quiet voice squeaked from your bedroom’s door.
you groaned in response, pushing the pillow over your ear in hopes to drown out the noise.
“it’s monday, miss. school starts in an hour.” the voice became closer, and before you knew it, cold hands were on the exposed portion of your arm.
you let out a hiss and turned to see the newest maid, daliah, looking at you with wide eyes.
“yes, i know. now please go away. ugh!”
she nodded quickly and then rushed to the door, probably going to cry or something. you didn’t really care either way.
sitting up in your king sized bed, you stretched and took off the eye mask that sat on your forehead.
sighing, your feet touched the carpeted floors and you padded into the cool bathroom.
after a twenty minute and incredibly organized skincare routine, you made your way back into your extremely large bedroom, and waltzed into the walk in closet.
the walls were lined with expensive and beautiful clothing, but of course, since you went to the most boring and bland school in existence, you were forced to wear a fugly yellow and blue uniform.
you quickly put your hair up in a sleek ponytail, and had jaela, your makeup artist, do a simple makeup look
slipping your feet into your black tom ford pumps, and grabbing your celine backpack from the floor, you made your way out of the closet, and then out of your bedroom, into the tall and long marble hall that held two rooms; yours and your brothers.
you walked down the extensive hall to the curved matching marble staircase, and trailed your perfectly polished black nails on the gold railing as you made your way down.
sara, your maid since you were a child, was waiting at the bottom, and you greeted her with a smile.
“good morning, miss.”
“morning, sara. where’s dad?”
“he’s already at work, but breakfast is prepared.” she gave you a ‘sorry’ look, but you were used to your father never showing. ever since your mother passed he never seemed to make an effort with your brother or you.
taking a seat across from georgie, you watched as he smiled down to his phone.
“texting gwen?” you smiled, happy that your best friend and twin were finally together.
“no. betty, actually.” he awkwardly looked up.
your eyebrows narrowed, and the corners of your mouth went downwards.
“betty brant?” you asked accusingly, causing georgie to give you a look.
“please, g, spare me the jokes,” you laughed, expecting him to confess he was kidding.
“no. y/n/n, i’m seeing betty.”
“this is ruining my morning. stop talking.” you ordered, pushing away from the table and rushing to the elevator. georgie followed after you.
though he stood at 6’3, and had much longer legs, he could never match your pace when you were angry.
“y/n, cmon. don’t be a bitch.”
“georgie! i just really don’t want to speak about this.” you said, very sternly. he winced and tucked his arms into the pockets of his khakis, standing awkwardly next to you.
“let’s forget this happened, yeah? i’ll pretend betty brant’s name never left your mouth, and we will be the perfect twins that we always are.” you smiled your sickly sweet smile at him, and he rolled his eyes before agreeing.
“fine. whatever.”
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the day passed as slow as it possibly could. that was until lunch, of course, and then it seemed your life couldn’t get any worse.
you sat down with gwen, liz, and harry, like you always did, and the four of you giggled loudly and gossiped like no one could hear.
the four of you made up the school’s most popular and desirable friend group. some called you “the elites”, and others just referred to you guys as spoiled assholes.
liz was the brains, harry was the gossip, you were the face, and gwen was the glue. she kept you all from falling apart.
obviously, when there was any friend group filled with four, gossip obsessed, narcissistic, beautiful teenagers, there was sure to be drama. gwen made sure that drama never let your friendships dwindle.
people would still be jealous, even if you mentioned their names or not.
your idiot brother sat with brad and flash, even though you often voiced your disgust for the both of them.
brad being your first — and only — boyfriend, decided to dump you the summer before your junior year.
the two of you avoided each other all year, and you had zero intent of speaking to him as the year came to a close.
you watched georgie smile down at his phone as it lit up with messages, and hoped deep down that he was joking. even though your mind screamed that he wasn’t.
harry’s loud “psssst!” broke you out of your absorbing thoughts, and you snapped your head to his direction.
“parker’s been spreading some good goss.”
gwen and liz both leaned in, also wanting to hear what your groups notorious big mouth had to say.
“wait,” all heads turned to you.
“who is peter parker?”
liz giggled and harry rolled his eyes. “the weird nerd who was obsessed with liz last year!” harry whisper-yelled, obviously wanting to tell his story.
“alright, go on,” you urged.
“supposedly, parker told ned leeds that he took your virginity last weekend at flash’s party…” harry shyly smiled, waiting for your response.
instead of answering with words, liz, gwen, and harry watched as your lips turned down to a scowl and your eyes narrowed into slits.
“i’m gonna cut off his dick!” you exclaimed, jumping up from your seat and rushing to the back of the cafeteria, where parker sat with his loner friends.
once harry had told you who parker was, you could picture him perfectly in your head.
brown curls, deep brown eyes, and a jawline that could cut diamonds. he was sort of cute….. no! y/n stop it! you scolded yourself.
this boy was spreading lies about you and your most special thing. how dare he? who did he think he was?
marching straight up to the boy who sat laughing with his two nerd friends, you stopped short in front of him, and crossed your arms.
you heard gwen suck in a breath behind you, and harry skidded to a stop on your left.
“parker…” he nodded, as peter’s head shot up.
ned grinned, never even imagining that the elites would walk up to him.
peter looked at the four of you in suspicion. was this about liz? he thought that ended months ago.
but once he saw your face, he knew this wasn’t about liz.
you stared at him with slits for eyes. he thought yoy looked like a lion staring at it’s prey.
you were beautiful, yet terrifying.
“h-hey,” he stuttered, watching gwen awkwardly rub her arm, and harry nudge liz’s side.
“get. up.” you seethed, still burning holes into peter’s eyes.
if looks could kill, peter would be six feet under.
he looked back at mj, who stared blankly at you, and ned, who was bursting at the seams with excitement.
“i said, get the fuck up!”
his eyes widened again, and he abruptly stood up, smoothing down his wrinkled uniform.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you seethed.
“i- what?” he murmured, shaking his head.
liz turned around and tried not to watch, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy.
gwen stood right behind you, ready to pull you away in case it got too intense.
harry, on the other hand, watched with wide eyes, acting as if this was a movie that he got early access to.
“don’t play dumb with me. and also, don’t be a douche. i cant believe your nerve!”
he shook his head again, trying to understand what you were so pissed off about.
“i’m confused,” he breathed out, awkwardly laughing, which just set you off more.
your shoulders went up and down as you took in a deep breath.
after around ten seconds of no one speaking, you smiled at peter.
not a genuine smile, though. a smile that said, “you really expect me to believe your bullshit?”
peter smiled back. and you couldn’t stand that.
usually you weren’t one to resort to violence, but when a nobody is telling half the school that he took your virginity, when he didn’t, you don’t know what else to turn to.
you turned around, as if you were leaving, before spinning back around on the balls of your feet and leaving a huge red mark on the side of peter’s cheek.
his head turned with the impact, and gwen let out a shriek behind you.
“what?” liz questioned, turning around to see your hand raised in the air, and peter holding his cheek while his eyes lit with fire.
harry sucked in a breath, watching your eyes widen, and peter’s shoulder rise and fall with his angry breaths.
ned’s mouth hung open, and mj’s eyebrows hit her hairline.
the entire cafeteria watched. the golden girl? slapping someone? it was unbelievable.
no matter how rude or spoiled you acted, nobody had ever seen you be violent.
not even the occasional into-the-locker-shove.
georgie rushed over and pushed harry out of the way. he placed a hand on your shoulder, and tried to lead you away.
you stood frozen, and breathed out the first words spoken since the slap.
“oh my go-“
“griswold! parker! my office, NOW!” principal morita bellowed from across the cafeteria.
you looked at him, and then your still raised arm, and tucked it into your side, your head falling into your chest from embarrassment.
your father would not be happy.
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