He's Justin Bieber by day; a successful businessman, and Jason McCann by night.

- I love the way she talks... and I lose it when she talks to me HARPER COHEN HAS BEEN FAILING ENGLISH CLASS FOR AN ENTIRE TERM. If she ever wanted to graduate, she needed something to bust up her grade. So, she decided to join the school paper in Midtown Science High School, and assure her teacher that she'll bring a great story in order to get a better grade. Luck knocks at her door when Spider-Man, the new hero of New York, happens to get an interest in her. Sadly, she's interested in someone else, which she asks help for to get the pictures for the paper. No other than Peter Parker himself. PETER PARKER x FEM!CHARACTER (This is written based on Andrew Garfield's Spiderman) DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER OF PETER PARKER NOT SPIDERMAN. THESE BELONG TO MARVEL COMICS.

❝ i never saw you coming, and i'll never be the same. this is a state of grace ❞ tasm 1 - ? (fem oc x peter parker) a the amazing spider-man fanfic started 12/26/21 ©stuhhhhlinski

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

A boy and a girl find love...not exactly the most acceptable duo to the public eye..or especially to their loved ones but to them they're secretly meant for eachother, no matter the circumstances.

𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 '𝒆𝒎.ᐣ 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅.ᐟ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗈. ㅤ ㅤ drill rappers 𝒙 multiple!ocs an 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 fanfiction. ©𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 ─ 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻.ᐟ

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 the pills they call Kerosene never cure notti. When he kidnaps Melissa, planning to end her life like the others, he finds himself unable to 𝑨 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑰 𝑶𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑨 𝑭𝑨𝑵 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

They all said Notti couldn't be stopped-too wild, too reckless, too addicted. The type to play it cool until someone crosses a line. You never meant to be on his radar, but one late-night run to the corner store changes everything. Piece by piece, you get pulled into his world-the late-night hangouts, the sharp stares that follow you through the block, the way he always shows up when you least expect it. Everyone warns you: being close to Notti comes with a target on your back. But what they don't know is that you're the only thing that makes him put the blunt down. The only voice that pulls him back when he's on the edge. And the more you try to save him, the more he craves you like every other drug he swore he couldn't quit. Soon, it's not just love-it's obsession. Because while Notti might be "nonchalant" about everything else, when it comes to you, he's one wrong word away from crashing out. And when his high fades, you're the only fix he's searching for.

Mia thought love was supposed to feel safe. Instead, hers-intense, consuming, and leaving scars she tries to hide. For almost a year, she's been trapped with Notti: the fights, the shouting, the bruises that fade too slowly... followed by the apologies, the gifts, the soft touches that make her believe he might change. Her friends tell her to leave. Her heart tells her to stay. And every time she looks into his eyes, she swears she still sees the boy she fell for-buried somewhere beneath the anger. But how many times can someone break you before you can't be fixed?