Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

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Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.


Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.


“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.


Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

new game show idea:

Is a text drunk English or sober Welsh?


- Beth yw hwn?  

- Dw i'n deall

- Bydd y dyn hwn yn talu am bopeth

- Iawn


Nes i dyfu fynu yn weddol agos i’r lle yma. Tydio’n hyfryd? Nath nhw bron iawn adeiladu porth mawr yn fa’ma ond yn y diwedd Caergybi ‘nath gael ei ddewis. Dwi’n falch mewn ffordd achos mae’r lonydd yn gallu bod yn brysur iawn fel ma’i yn mynd i fewn i Lŷn!  Hefyd, dwi’n meddwl bod hyn wedi nadu y iaith prinhau yn fwy ‘na be’ mae o wedi yn barod. 

I grew up quite close to this place. Isn’t it lovely? They almost built a big port here but in the end Holyhead was chosen. I’m glad in a way because the roads can be very busy as it is going into Llŷn! Also, I think this has stopped the language from diminishing more that is has already.



Fa’ma - contraction of ‘fan yma’ (here)

i Lŷn - to Llŷn. This has undergone mutation.

‘nath - contraction of ‘gwnaeth’. Gwnaeth is used as a finite auxiliary verb here. It basically translates to the English ‘did’. In the above example, it would read in English as ‘Holyhead did get chosen’, as in ‘Holyhead was chosen’.

BUT, unless you emphasise vocally the ‘did’ part, it doesn’t work the same way as in English. In English you use ‘did’ as an affirmative to emphasise what you did or didn’t do as in ‘Yes I did get that for you’ ‘I did do that’. However, it’s just part of a past tense to us.

This is probably a little too advanced for beginners, but in Welsh, we use a more Yoda- like word order to give something a little emphasis. For example -

‘Nath hi fynd i’r siop ddoe’ - She went to the shop yesterday. Literally this would translate word for word as ‘Did she go to the shop yesterday’.

but if we wanted to give a little emphasise to the fact that is was indeed yesterday, you could either vocalise the ‘ddoe’ (yesterday) a bit more, or more naturally, you could do Yoda-speak -

‘Ddoe ‘nath hi fynd i’r siop’ - which in Welsh would sound like ‘It was yesterday that she went into the shop’.

I call it Yoda tense because it can sound like this to English speakers!

Llyfr fi ydi hwn! - My book this is!

Fory ‘da ni’n mynd - Tomorrow we are going.

Deg cath sy’ gen i hi! - Ten cats she has!

Gwallt piws dwi’n gael heddwi! Purple hair I’m getting today!

You get the drift!

He never said I love you.
I never asked why.
I was too scare to hear the answer.
Too scare to know the truth.
I wish I’d had listen to my mama
When she said :
“baby girl, don’t automatically believe
what a man says without even checking if
his actions match his words”
Mama where are you,
to see what a shameful woman I’ve become.

-Anon request

Where the Hell were all his Lost Boys?

Pan stormed around the camp. He could feel their presence on the island and could probably locate them was his head not so filled with frustration.

Kicking a log across the camp with his foot, he slumped down with his head in his hands.

Then he heard it.

Distant, but distinguishably your voice.

And you were singing.

Following the voice in a sort of trance, Peter found himself at your cage- you were a prisoner of Neverland and that was where he kept you. From his position just at the edge of the woods, he was facing the clearing where he kept said cages and he could see the Lost Boys completely surrounding your cage, all sitting or lying down.

“Ein Tad, yr hwn yn y nefoedd
Sancteiddier dy enw.
Deled Dy deyrnas,
Gwneler Dy ewyllys,” you sang, voice mingling with the cool magic in the air beautifully.

Peter didn’t recognise the language you spoke but he knew that it was a lullaby.

“Megis yn y nef,
Felly ar y ddaear hefyd.
Dyro I ni heddiw
Ein bara beunyddiol,” the foreign words seemed to calm the excited tingle that burrowed itself into the Lost Boys’ skin, and Peter could see the younger ones falling asleep to your words.

“A maddau I ni ein dyledion,
Fel y maddeuwn ninnau i’n dyledwyr
Ac nac arwain ni l brofedigaeth
Eithr gwared ni rhag drwg;” he wished you would carry on singing forever, as he watched the frost of your voice travel through the air.

“Canys eiddot Ti yw y deyrnas
A’r nerth, a’r gogoniant
Yn oes oesoedd, Amen…” As the song came to a close, Peter was sitting peacefully on the ground, surrounded by silently sleeping Lost Boys, and had a smitten smile plastered on his face.

“Welcome to the Lost Boys,” Peter said to you quietly, the corners of his lips quirked and a smug set to his brow, “Lost girl…”

Hiya! Remember four days ago when you said “do you think Paul was born with a scowl on his face?” Well, I thought that was funny, so I drew this, but I can’t reblog it with the original post because my tumblr is stupid as fuck. :D 

Like the shoreline pushes away the waves,
That’s how you kept pushing me.
But I was still here.
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.
Craving for your attention.
I thought I could change you
I was even crazy to think I could be the “one”
The ‘real’ one
I guess I was wrong
All you did was pushing me away
Like the shoreline pushes away the waves
All I did was desiring you even more.

anonymous asked:

Can i still tell a secret? Im seriously liking this guy for 9 months already. And he made me feel he liked me too. But the problem is, he has a gf for 7 years. He texted me sweet things for 2 days and now he ignored me completely :(

Can I be honest with you girl ?…that guy isn’t loyal to his gf (since he’s flirting with someone else - you!) so if I were you, I’ll : 

I swear girl, go out and find someone who’s free/single, someone who’s not in a relationship (since 7 years!!!!) and someone who cares about you because you truly deserve that ! Find someone who’s willing to give you 100% of his time. Not someone who’s going to share his time between his official girlfriend and his mistress. Do you have time for that kind of relationship?

And I’m pretty sure everyone agrees on this. Fall for someone else. That guy isn’t a keeper.

I told him I knew everything.
Everything about him and her in the bed.
The bed we made memories in.
I told him I knew everything.
Everything about him not respecting his promises.
The promises he swore not to break.
I told him I knew everything.
Do you wanna know what was his response to that?
“Can I know how you figure all these? ”
That’s all he found interesting to reply
I was too dumb to think that I deserve more from you.
Or even an apologize.
“I’m sorry”
That’s what I needed to hear at that moment.
Even if he wasn’t that sorry.
Don’t text me. Don’t text me tonight. Don’t text me when you are drunk. Don’t text me at 4 am when you can’t find sleep. Even when you find one of my bobby pins in your room, don’t text me. Even when you have nothing else to do, don’t text me. Even when you find one of my belongings in your house, don’t text me. Even when you think you’re missing me, don’t text me. It’s just your mind fucking up with your heart. Same for when you want to fuck, don’t text me. Text one of your booty calls. When you are craving for love, don’t text me. When you are bored, don’t text me. Don’t ever text me. Delete my number. Delete me from your memories.
—  (A Text For Him, A Text I Wish I Had The Courage To Send) by 100WordsNeverSaid
Bee Keeper


“Everyone is so upset.” Sand chuckled as sat comfortably on Lune a good distance from the HWN laboratory. How lucky was it that his newest target was friends with the robot that he was going to crush for what she did to him? It just made everything that would come next all the better. 

He watched as Honey walked along the street and waited until she was a safe enough distance from the lab before nudging Lune to the ground. 

The sounds of his footsteps could be heard echoing as he ran around the corner towards her. His expression was wracked with fear before the child crashed against her. 

Honey would feel his arms wrapping tightly around her and could hear sobs coming from the boy that buried his face into her stomach. 

“Please help me.” he sobbed, his synthetic breath hitching as he trembled. “I-I am scared … I dont … I dont know wh-what to do …”