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mine is doing the same thing i actually cannot see this as i type. i can only see when i have default tumblr color palette on.

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gold (j. maybank)

“gold on your fingertips. fingertips against my cheek”

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paring: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you’re a kook, he’s a pouge. the honeymoon phase of your relationship is over and you realize you’re not as perfect for each other as you thought. one thing leads to another and you’re both left wondering: is your love for each other strong enough?

warnings: none really. maybe a few curse words. physical fighting. mentions of blood.

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jj never had access to the “finer things in life” growing up. when he was a kid there wasn’t much he could do about it. but now he’s older. and finding this gold is the most important thing to him. it’s the essence of his being.

except, the gold isn’t the most important thing. or it shouldn’t be at least. the most important thing to him is you, the love of his life.

jj had never believed he deserved anything good in life, so when he got you it seemed like some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him. he was dating the most beautiful, kindest girl he’d ever met. and she was a kook. he couldn’t believe how happy he was. but as time went by, and he found himself falling helplessly for you, he realized it wasn’t a joke. you were his, and you weren’t going anywhere.

until now.

“jj i don’t know how many times we’ve had this conversation!” you were pacing around on the beach. you and jj had slipped away from the crowds of people at the party on the beach. it was huge- pouges, kooks, and tourists all mingling among one another. it was the first party since the pouges had been rescued from the island.

since your boyfriend, jj, had been brought back to you.

“you don’t understand baby, i can’t stop. not when it’s right there at my fingertips!” he said, running his hands through his hair.

“this stupid search for gold is killing you jj! you’re gone all hours of the day and can you even count how many times you’ve had a gun pointed at you? you just got back from being stranded on an island for gods sake!” you begged him to see your side.

“i know, i just-.”

“god! could you just please listen to me!”

“i am listening!” he put his hands on your face. his fingertips brushed against your cheek bone. “ i am listening.” he spoke quieter, lips just inches away. when he ran his fingers across your bottom lip, all you could feel was him reaching for the gold.

all you could think of was him leaving you again to go get into god knows what kind of trouble with the pouges.

“i’m okay. i’m fine.” jj tried to calm your worries.

“but i’m not!” you removed yourself from his arms. “i’m not okay, jj. i cant be. not when you’re out killing yourself and i don’t hear from you for days on end. i.. i can’t do this anymore. you’re choosing the gold over our relationship.”

“no y/n please! listen i’m sorry okay! i’ll stop. i won’t worry about the gold anymore okay? i won’t choose it ever again. please just don’t go anywhere. i need you.” he pleaded with you, grabbing your arm.

“jj..” you spoke softly. he looked at you, determined to not let you go anywhere. “jj i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“but..” you started, thinking how to say your next words. “this gold is important to you. and i’m not taking that away. you deserve to get what you want. but so do i.”

“what i want is you. i want you y/n.” jj looked at you.

“and i want you. but we need different things.”

“so what are you saying?” he asked.

you took a deep breath.

“i’m saying… our relationship just ended.”

his entire face dropped and his grip on your arm tightened.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i should’ve been better. i can be better.” he said, moving his hands from your arm to your waist. he pulled you in and you just wanted to kiss him. kiss him and tell him everything would be okay and you could work through it.

but you were just so tired of giving that you were beginning to feel empty.

“i love you jj. which is why i need to let you go. i won’t make you change into someone you don’t want to be. we just don’t work anymore.”

you could feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes. you could see jj’s filling with tears too. he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

he placed a soft kiss to your collarbone before looking up. he leaned in, placing the softest, most affectionate kiss on your lips.

“even though we’re over now, i love you. i will always love you.”

you looked at him for awhile. for awhile you both stood there, staring at one another. you finally pushed yourself out of his arms.

you started walking back into the party, praying he wasn’t right behind you.

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it’s been over two weeks since you ended things with jj. every girl on the island had taken this as their chance to get with him, but to no avail.

jj had locked himself away. nobody was able to convince himself to come out. not even the pouges. he’d missed party after party.

you weren’t much better. you had barely left the house. you’d spent one day out on the beach by yourself, but left when rafe and topper arrived, disrupting your peace.

you weren’t given much of a choice about midsummers.

“if i have to suffer through it, so do you.” kiara had said while you, her, and sarah were dress shopping. you didn’t want to go. it was stupid and jj wasn’t going to be your date. he was going to serve with pope.

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your midsummers dress. it was gorgeous, and you felt 15 different kinds of beautiful in it. but you couldn’t put it on. you couldn’t go to midsummers.

you loved jj, more than anything, but you knew you were holding him back by wanting him to change.

the pouges and their adventures were his life. and you couldn’t change that. you didn’t want to change that. you loved him exactly as he was.

but, as much as it pained you to think about, he wasn’t practical. he wasn’t the right kind of guy for you. your lives were too different.

he craved adventure. he stayed out late, drank often, and had nobody to answer to. his life was on the cut with the pouges.

and you loved that about him.

but your life was here, on figure eight. fancy outfits, lunch with your parents at the country club, and a strict curfew. it wasn’t exactly your favorite way of living but it was you knew you needed. you had plans.

you were gonna get off the island and go to school. you were gonna be a doctor or a lawyer or something important. those plans just didn’t align with jj’s. and that’s why things had to end. you ended things with him to create the life you wanted.

but you were never gonna be anything if you didn’t get out of bed and quit crying all the time.

so you got up, you put on your midsummers dress, you did your makeup and hair, and you were determined to have a good time tonight.

what you hadn’t planned on was seeing jj in his serving outfit and feeling your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

he was moving around gracefully, well, as graceful as he could, with a tray of champagne. he made his way towards you and offered the drinks to your parents. when they turned their heads you took a glass from jj’s tray.

“but you don’t ever drink.” he said, placing his free hand on your forearm. it stung. it stung to know that this small gesture, which used to be second nature in your relationship, was now awkward. he retracted his hand.

“i am tonight.” you said, taking a sip. you moved away from him and tried to shake the cold feeling on your arm were jj’s warmth had been just moments ago. you sat down somewhere, staring into the glass.

jj was right, you rarely drank. but tonight, if you were going enjoy midsummers and push yourself out of your comfort zone, you needed a little extra help.

“y/n y/l/n, what do we have here?” a familiar voice breathed down your neck. you got chill bumps and straightened your posture.

“what do you want rafe?” you rolled your eyes, refusing to turn and look at him. apparently he took your standoffish attitude as an invitation to get closer. he planted himself next to you and placed a heavy arm around your shoulders.

“i hear you’re a free woman now.” he smirked, taking a sip from his glass. you scoffed and rolled your eyes. he didn’t take very kindly to that action.

“what’s with the attitude doll? c’mon i know you gotta feel so much better now that that pouge isn’t weighing you down.” rafe scooted closer.

“don’t talk about him like that.” you stated, taking another sip of your champagne.

“who? maybank? please i’ll talk about him however i want. what’s that pouge gonna go about it.”

you simply got up and turned to walk away, but rafe followed.

“i’m sorry princess, i didn’t mean to hurt your feeling.” he placed a finger under your chin. “how about you and i head out of here early. we can hang at my place before the parents get home.”

“bite me rafe.” you slapped his hand away.

“hey!” he raised his voice at you and grabbed your wrist.

“ow! rafe let me-.” but you couldn’t even finish your sentence because he was on the ground under a furious jj.

“don’t you ever touch her again you hear?” he was holding rafe down by his shoulders.

“listen here you little pouge.” rafe said, flipping jj onto his back and laying his fist into his jaw.

“rafe!” you yelled, immediately moving to pull him away from jj. he pushed you away with a good amount of force that had you tripping over your dress. it wasn’t a big deal, you weren’t hurt, you really just tripped, but this lit a fire in jj. if he was holding back before, he wasn’t at all anymore.

he immediately laid his fist into rafe’s jaw. they were rolling and punching each other in the jaw. the music stopped and the rest of the party gained attention.

topper came to pull rafe off jj. rafe fell backwards into the arms of his little posse. jj stood up and had no one in his corner. kiara, john b, sarah, and pope were no where to be found.

without a second glance at rafe or the rest of the kooks, you hurried to jj, taking his face in your hands. you led him away from the crowds and into the nearest indoor bathroom.

he leaned against the sink as you used what you could find on hand to stop the bleeding in his face. he had a cut on his right cheekbone and a busted lip.

“you don’t have to do this.” he sighed, crossing his arms.

“you didn’t have to tackle rafe, but here we are.”

“i tackled him because he was hurting you.” jj looked away.

“i don’t need you to protect me.” you said.

“yeah i know. you made that perfectly clear by breaking up with me.”

your movements against his wounds stalled. the anxiety you had been feeling in your chest quickly materialized as tears in your eyes.

you loved jj. so much. and it killed you to end things with him.

“oh y/n, i- im sorry. i didn’t mean-.”

“no no you’re right. i did breakup with you. but i regret it. so much. i don’t know how to live without you.” your quiet tears turned to not so quiet sobs. jj pulled you against his chest. you took comfort in his familiar warmth.

“you don’t have to. you don’t have to.” he said, rubbing your back.

jj’s words resonated for a moment. you really didn’t have to live without him. you could be with him.

“i don’t want to.” you looked up at him, mascara streaming down your face.

“i miss you y/n. i’m sorry i hurt you. i just want to be with you. please.” jj wiped away the tears on your face.

“i’m sorry i asked you to change jj, i love uou just the way you are.” you pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you tasted the salt from your tears and blood from your busted lip. as he kissed you, all the worries about your future melted away.

the future would come eventually. you are in the right now. and right now you knew jj maybank was all you needed.

and you were all he wanted.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #rudy pankow #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #celebrities #actor #jj maybank fanfiction

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always ( t.stark)

“i hope i never loose you, i hope it never ends. i’d never walk Cornelia street again..”

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pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: a short walkthrough of your relationship with tony and how you help him in the darkest times of life.

warnings: literally none. i don’t even think i used a curse word in here (unless you count the word sexy) just fluff and helping tony when he’s sad and hurt. VULNERABLE TONY I REPEAT VULNERABLE TONY

a/n: i literally just wanted to write where tony relies on the reader bc my heart. i love tony. i never see enough fics about him that don’t end in breakups or him dying (rip endgame) or him just being a sexy sarcastic jerk. i wanted vulurnable, raw sadness. and that’s what i made. kinda.

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Tony’s lab, as disastrous as it was, was a calm, serene place for him. He could enter the chaos that was his lab equipment and know exactly where everything was, and exactly what he wanted to do. It helped him feel like he had some control over his life. His feelings. He was the only one who ever came down here. This was his happy place. Here he wasn’t Mr. Stark, Iron Man, billionaire, heir to Stark Industries, mentor, avenger… all those things that mattered to the world… He didn’t have to be them down here. Down here he could just be Tony.

Almost every spare minute had been spent down in his lab. Until he made a family.

The Avengers. He put his soul (and money) into the initiative. He found something else that could make him happy. That group of people made him look forward to getting up in the morning.

Rhodey, Steve, Natasha, Thor, Banner… hell he even smiled when he found Fury lurking in the shadows of the tower.

He was happy. Well happier.

He swears he was never truly happy until he met you.

Sure, he could spend all day talking with Steve or someone he found in the tower, but now he could come to bed every night with you by his side.

His anxiety decreased immensely just by knowing that you were near.

You spent most of your time by his side, but sometimes slipped away to enjoy things by yourself.

And every time you did, Tony could feel a change in his mood.

He knew it would be wrong to make you stay near him all the time, especially if it was for his own needs. He wanted you to have a life outside of him, even if wasn’t a normal one.

He had known that announcing your relationship would completely uproot your life. You couldn’t go out in public anymore without being hounded by the media.

“Y/n! Y/n! How do you feel trying to fill the shoes of Pepper Potts?”

“Are you going to marry Mr. Stark? Are you in it for the money?”

You had gone from having your name misspelled on your morning coffee to having your name plastered across headlines, tabloids, and almost every platform to exist.

But none of that mattered because you and Tony had each other and the family dynamic with the other Avengers.

Until you didn’t.

Sokovia. You had a terrible feeling about it in the first place.

You often sat in on meetings with Fury, wanting to understand everything your lover and friends were dealing with.

And when Fury mentioned this, you immediately felt weird about it.

You exited the meeting with a tight grip on Tony’s arm.

“What’s wrong y/n/n? Are you okay?”

“I just have a bad feeling about this mission..”

“It’s okay. When have we ever let you down?”

Tony had managed to ease your worries as he always did, but when it came mission time, everything resurfaced.

“Tony you’ve got to listen to me. I think this a bad idea, you guys going on this mission. I feel like it’s gonna cause problems.”

“Babe,” Natasha placed an arm around your shoulder, “we’ve never let you down. We are all gonna return to you in one piece. We promise.”

You smiled and said goodbyes to everyone, kissing Tony before he closed the mask on his suit.

You spent hours watching the terrible headlines and shots from Sokovia. You couldn’t believe the media was portraying the Avengers this way.

Five avengers returned, but they weren’t the avengers you knew.

For starter Bruce and Thor were nowhere to be seen. Steve wasn’t sporting the mighty Captain America look you knew so well. Natasha, who never showed any signs of weakness to anyone, had tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Clint was helping a young girl off the jet, who’s face was stained with tears and mascara, dry sobs racking her body.

And then Tony, your Tony, he looked so defeated.

You’d immediately hurried to him, scanning him for any injuries.

“Y/n..” He offered you a tired smile.

“Tony what the hell happened out there?” You asked as he pulled you against him. You were going to ask again, but the tears soaking your shoulder silenced you.

You helped him back into the tower, him leaning the majority of his weight on you. He kept whispering small ‘i love you’s’ into the crook of your neck. When you entered the elevator, instead of taking you his private floor, he pressed the button to the lab.

“Tony…”

But you were given nothing in response.

That was the first time in a long time Tony had spent the night in his lab.

He got smarter though. He’d come to bed with you, and slip away when you fell asleep, and slip back in right before your alarm.

Then everything got worse.

The Avengers were served with the Sokovia Accords, and Tony, being the man with the funding, got the worst end of it.

It was like a slap across the face for everyone.

You tried to help everyone, but no matter how hard you tried you could never understand. You weren’t like them. You weren’t an Avenger. You hadn’t been through what they have. So even though they were your family, you backed off. You let them cope in their own ways.

But you quickly realized you were being shut out. By everyone. Even Tony seemed distant.

Then everything clicked when Tony came home to an empty compound, except for you, who had watched in the shadows as Clint came for Wanda. As Wanda pushed Vision through fifteen layers of concrete.

You had watched as they all left, never telling you what was going on.

Tony had entered to you pacing infront of the huge doors.

You wanted to scold him for leaving you in the dark. For shutting you out those past weeks. But you took one look at the man you loved, and almost burst into tears of compassion.

He was sporting a terrible black eye, some cuts across his face, and he had tearstains down his face.

You took two steps towards him and wrapped your frame around his. He immediately fell into you, his body shaking with sobs.

“I-.. he.. my mom… liar!” He was mumbling incoherent phrases. Even without the black eye you would have noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He looked sick.

“Tony… baby.. you need to rest. We can talk in the morning or whenever you feel like it.” You coaxed him up off the ground and to his private floor.

You gently pulled him into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“You get in there and I will go fix you something to eat okay?”

“Not hungry..” He said, barely above a whisper.

You decided that tonight you could let him slide without eating.He looked like he needed to sleep. But there was no way he was getting in your bed smelling like that.

You moved closer to him, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He shivered at the contact of your soft hands.

Your touch always calmed him.

He leaned against you, and began placing small, wet kisses on your neck.

“Tony.. No.”

At you words he immediately pulled away. Even is this fractured state, he still treated you with the same love and respect.

You looked at the man as you nudged him towards the shower.

Your heart broke. The man you loved, he was breaking down infront of you.

You eventually got him to shower, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He showered for a very long time.

When he came out you were waiting in his favorite pajama set.

There was nothing special about those pajamas. They weren’t sexy or revealing. It was a simple, silk, deep red button down with matching drawstring pants.

He loved them because they had ‘Stark’ engraved on the pocket. He had a matching set, which you had laid out for him, along with a hot tea.

He slipped into the comfortable pajamas and set the cup down. He sat himself down onto the bed and leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your midsection. You laid back, stroking his wet hair as he laid on your stomach.

He loved being close to you. Your warmth and loving nature always made him calm. He felt his heart rate slow.

“Y/n…” He murmured. You wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been hyper focused on the man.

“Yes love?”

“I think.. I think the reason they call me a hero, the reason i’m portrayed as the hero, is because the.. the universe or whatever knew i was meant to be bad.”

“Tony..”

“And they made me a hero because i would be too bad as the villain.

“Tony you are a good man. All good men have flaws.”

“But what if i’m not? What if I was doomed from the beginning? What if… What if that’s why i keep loosing everything?”

“I don’t know what’s going on but you’re not loosing everything. I’m here for you love, I always will be.”

“Until you’re not.”

You were silenced by his words. You could never in a million years see yourself without Tony. You would never leave him willingly. Unless he asked you to. Unless he had fallen out of love with you.

“T-Tony.. what do you mean?” Your voice was shaky, nervous that he was going to tell you he didn’t love you anymore.

“Everything, everyone I love seems to sufffer or leave me. I don’t want either of those things to happen to you. To happen to us. I love you y/n. I cant live without you.” He tightened his grip on you.

“I’m here, Tony. Always by your side. Always loving you.”

And with that, he could feel his heart rate slow and the tears leave his eyes.

He had the woman he loved.

He didn’t want much else.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #rdj stan #marvel #mcufam #marvel mcu #tony stark fic #actor #iron man #fic recs #anthony edward stark #tony x reader #civil war #captain america #wanda maximoff

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fire and gasoline | part II

summary: you and peter continue sleeping together, but both of you are struggling to follow the rule implemented. don’t fall in love. then something happens that makes you question. can you keep doing what you’re doing with peter, or confess? or do you end it? it doesn’t help that you both are falling helplessly in love with the other

warnings: language, smut, not entirely graphic but more graphic than last time. lots of talk about sex. basically just peter and the reader realizing they don’t just want to be fuck buddies

a/n: haha so i don’t think im good at smut so there won’t be a lot of it in this series… unless….. jkjk but i want to give them a happy ending but i have the next few parts planned out and uhhh.. let’s just say don’t get your hopes up. it’s gonna be angr

word count: 1.2k

part I

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You and Peter had fallen into a routine. He would walk down to the bar and walk you back to the hotel, stopping at one of your doors. Usually his.

The next few hours would be spent doing what the two of you did best.

Fucking.

On the couch, the kitchen counter, in-front of the mirror on the hallway, and you always ended up in his bed.

He always fell asleep, nuzzled into your side, arms around your body, and when he woke, you were gone. He wouldn’t see you again until you got off your shift at the bar.

He wasn’t stupid, he always knew when you slipped out of his arms and left his apartment. He had spider senses.

But he never stopped you. Because as much as he may have wanted you to stay, he knew it was better for you to go.

No feelings. No strings attached. Just two broken souls trying to feel better.

But tonight…. tonight as he watched you bounce on top of him, his hands digging into your hips, moans dripping from your lips like honey… he knew he wanted you to stay.

He didn’t want you to leave when he fell asleep. He wanted to wake up next to you, and that scared him.

“Oh fuck…” He moaned as he ran his hands up and down your torso before he flipped you over onto your back, picking up the pace.

“Shit.. Peter… ugh” You cried as your orgasm flooded all your senses, Peter’s shortly after.

He fell down beside you, panting.

You rolled over and began kissing up his jawline to his cheek.

“Thank you..” You muttered as he drew you closer, wrapping his arms tightly around you, scared to let go.

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. It was his damn rule.

But it felt so right.. holding you in his arms. He just wanted keep you there for as long as he could.

He knew he was fucked when he realized how much he wanted you.. not just your body. Not just the hours of pleasure late at night.

He wanted to wake you up in the mornings with wet kisses. He wanted to make you breakfast, hold your hand as you walked down the street.

He wanted it all.. and it scared him so much.

He decided tonight he would allow himself to pretend he had all that. So, when you tried to slip away he held you tighter.

“No.. stay..”

“Peter..”

“Please stay. I need this. I need you..”

You rolled back over to kiss him as you allowed yourself to drift into a peaceful sleep.

“Just tonight.” You said.

“Just tonight.” He repeated.

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That wasn’t the only night you stayed over in Peter Parker’s bed.

You started staying more, and more, until it became a normal part of your routine.

Even on days he couldn’t pick you up from the bar, you went home to his apartment.

You weren’t dating, by any means.

But Oh god you were doing something. You had no idea what to call it, if it was anything at all.

You weren’t quite sure you ready for it to be anything other than sex.

It was just that. Sex. Even though you stayed over it didn’t take you long in the mornings to head back to your apartment.

Until it did.

He would convince you to stay in the mornings. You would shower there, with and without Peter. He even bought you a toothbrush and some soap.

The visits back to your apartment became more spread out. They didn’t happen often and you didn’t stay for long.

But you weren’t dating Peter Parker.

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Peter loved seeing you in the mornings. He loved when you got out of his bed, got into his shower, put on his clothes, and stayed around him.

But you weren’t his, and he knew it. You kept walls up, and some would say, so did he.

You two haven’t ever talked about Gwen, or your pasts. You both knew the other was screwed up in some way, but that’s what the sex was for right?

He would see you in his kitchen and he wanted to wrap his arms around you and kiss you from behind.

But that’s was something a boyfriend did, and he was far from that.

All he knew was that the way he was feeling for you, the constant need to have you around.. it wasn’t working for him.

He couldn’t feel this way. He wouldn’t let himself feel this way. Because all this was temporary.

You’d agreed on it.

You’d also agreed not to fall in love, but here Peter was, watching you tidy up his kitchen, and all he could think about was how much he loved having you there.

You gave his life a new meaning. He wanted all of you. All the baggage. All the tears.

He wanted you at your best and at your worst.

But you had agreed.

He couldn’t have all of you so he was going to hold onto the little bit he did have for as long as he could.

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You’d be lying if you didn’t like the little life you and Peter had created over the past few months or so. You were scared to admit it to yourself. Every morning, you woke up wrapped in his arms, wondering to yourself how long this would last.

How long before it ended?

You decided not to think about any of that. To just live day by day.

That was, until you were staring in disbelief at your computer.

Almost three months ago, before you and Peter started this.. this whatever you were doing, you’d applied to go back to school. To finish getting your degree so maybe you wouldn’t be a bartender for the rest of your life.

You never got a response, so you figured they ignored your application.. except you were staring at an acceptance letter.

A full fucking ride.

It wasn’t an ivy league or any kind of prestigious college, but it was good enough to finish getting your degree.

“Holy Shit.” You whispered.

“Mmh what is it?” Peter asked, sitting up in your bed.

You quickly turned off your computer and turned to look at the handsome man in your bed.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Maybe..”

Weird. You had spoken barely above a whisper. How had he heard you?

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, crawling towards you to engulf you in a warm hug.

“Oh uh nothing.” You lied.

You chewed on your bottom lip.

Peter’s warmth radiated onto you, making you feel safe and at home. You breathed in his scent, fighting back tears.

Deep down, even though you wouldn’t admit it, you loved this man.

But you’d agreed. No falling in love.

Maybe a part of you just figured you could live in this bliss forever, but you were finally being offered the chance to get out of this city. To finish your education. To get a good job.

There was nothing holding you back from taking that chance.

Except the school was eight hours away in a different city.

And Peter Parker was right here.

#spiderman x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #spider man #celebrities #actor #edits #comics #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield spiderman #tasmedit #tasm peter x reader #gwen stacy #marvel mcu #marvel

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fire and gasoline | part I

pairing: andrew!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: you and peter have both lost people and have both intense emotional baggage. you fall into each other’s arms as a temporary fix, but maybe you’re just not meant to be. relationships don’t work out all the time. you and peter are no different.

warnings: mentions of loss, mentions of smut but nothing graphic, bitches are so bad for each other but cant stay away from one another. foul language, mentions of alcohol. might evolve into a toxic-ish relationship.

a/n: so this will be a series.. idk how many parts. also it might not have a happy ending. basically reader and peter are fucking each other to ignore their trauma… toxic ish relationship. they keep self sabotaging because they are afraid to be in love again..

word count: 2.1k

“we only bring each other tears and sorrow”

Part II

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Peter Parker was no stranger to loss. Death seemed to follow him everywhere. It seemed as though everyone he cared about fell victim it’s cold grip.

His parents.

His Uncle Ben.

His Gwen.

The woman he had planned to spend his entire life with. Gone. Slipped right out of his hand. Literally.

He put on a face for his Aunt May. He didn’t want her to worry about him. He was so scared she was going to get hurt because of him.

Because of his identity.

Or maybe because the universe just seemed to hate Peter Parker.

He moved out of her house as soon as he graduated, despite her pleading for him to stay. It broke him.

But he couldn’t afford for her to get hurt. She was all he had left.

That was.. until he met you, four years later.

He met you at the darkest point in his life.

He had tossed his red and blue suit into the furthest corner of his closet.

His fridge consisted of freezer burnt, microwave dinners and beer.

His cabinets stayed bare, except for the occasional box of crackers and chips.

His sink stayed full of dirty silverware. His clothes littered the apartment, everywhere.

No one ever visited so what was the point?

But you.. just seeing you in the lobby of his apartment building had him picking up some of his clothes and washing them. He actually hung up his nice shirts and folded the rest, instead of living out of his dryer. He didn’t know why.

He started putting more hours in at the Daily Bugle, but not because he wanted to work. He was still so deeply buried in a hole of grief and self loathing.

But because you got home from the diner down the street at eleven pm every night, and he liked to be around at that time.

He started by just watching you from the roof of the building across the street. He’d watch as your heels clicked the concrete and your skirt would flow in the wind.

Sometimes you would pull your hair tie out and rub your scalp as you walked. He loved it when you did that. Your coat that you usually kept wrapped tightly around you would open, allowing his eyes to roll down the front of your body. Even from all the way up there, his enhanced vision allowed him to appreciate every curve of your -

Damnit Peter what is wrong with you? Stalking her from up here?

Before, your body would have been the furthest thing from his mind. Instead he would focus on the way your laugh managed to fill every room. The way your smile was contagious.

Except none of those things were true. He’d never heard you laugh, or even speak. He’d only caught glimpses of the weak smile you offered to the doorman of the apartment complex.

Your smile never even reached your eyes.

He’d hated the person he became, but what was the point in changing now. He might as well have a little fun while waiting for something that was probably never coming.

Soon, he started to walk in around the same time you would. Sometimes right before you, so maybe you’d notice him.

Sometimes right after you so he could watch you as you walked and interacted with the people around you.

He’d then decided he would go to the diner one night.

He entered, the smell of liquor hitting him- hard.

How could he not have realized this was a bar. Not a diner. You worked at a bar.

His eyes scanned the place. Women in short skirts and black blouses weaved around people, waiting on tables and delivering food and drinks.

Then he spotted you, behind the bar. You were the bartender. Your lower half was obscured by the bar itself, but your top didn’t match the others.

You had on a white blouse and black tie. He watched as you slid a glass of whiskey to a man a few seats down from where you were standing.

You smiled one of your coworkers, but from the front door, Peter could tell there was no energy behind it.

“Can I help you?” A woman stopped in front of him, holding a plate with two burgers.

“I uh- would like a seat at the bar.”

She gestured towards a sign.

“Welcome! Please Seat Yourself.”

“Ahh..” He breathed out, slightly embarrassed.

“Good luck with the bar though. It’s usually packed full on nights y/n works it.” The girl shrugged, walking away.

Peter spotted a seat in the corner of the bar. There was some space around it, so he wouldn’t be up against anyone.

He sat down, watching as you rung up someone’s tab for the night.

“Thanks darlin’” The man had smiled at you.

“Go on, get out of here Jeff, Ive got people waiting for your seat.”

“I’ll be right with you.” You stated when you noticed another bar spot had been filled. When you got Jeff all straightened out, you moved towards him.

He was handsome, in a dark, rugged sort of way. Upon closer inspection you realized he had dark circles under his eyes and an untamed stubble across his face.

“How may I help you?” You asked him.

“I’m uh- Peter.” He said. Your voice was smooth, and he felt like it cascaded down his body, causing him to shiver.

“Nice to meet you Peter. I’m y/n. Can I get you anything?”

“How about a beer?” He asked.

“Draft or bottle?”

“Uh.. draft.”

He watched as you reached down for a glass and grabbed the nozzle. You filled the glass and placed it in front of him. Before allowing him to take a sip you spoke again.

“ID?” You asked. He handed it to you and he watched as you studied it.

“Well Peter Parker, That’s 4.50. First refill is free. Then after that, every third refill is free.”

“Thank you.” He stated.

“Should I start you a tab?”

“Uh yeah, that would be great.” He said, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. You took his card and placed it in the book.

He watched as you poured shots, mixed drinks, and peeled random peoples hands off of you. He was in awe at how swiftly you were able to work in such a demanding environment.

“Refill?” You asked him for the fourth time that night.

“Please.” He smiled. He glanced at the time. It was nearing 10:30. He assumed you got off within the next twenty minutes because you always walked home, and managed to make it by 11.

“Alright. I’m just letting you know the bar closes in fifteen minutes, but the rest of the restaurant stays open if you’d like to sit in a booth.”

“Oh thanks.” He said. He wanted to say something else, but he didn’t know how you would react.

“You uh, you’re pretty good at this.” His futile attempt a complement left a blush creeping up your neck.

“And you’re pretty bad at hitting on bartenders.” You laughed.

“Oh god. I’m sorry- I just.. I live in the same apartment complex and I just wanted to maybe-.”

“It’s okay Peter. You’re cute. Maybe we could hang out sometime, but hanging around the bar I work at isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” Heat rose to his face as you continued.

“H-How about I walk you home?”

“I’d like that.”

-

That’s how last night had begun.

It ended with you, naked in Peter’s bed, his arm slung lazily across your waist.

Peter woke up before you, his arm still wrapped around you. He looked at you, each of your features intrigued him. The bridge of your nose, your cheeks, your jawline, your lips.

Oh god your lips.

He remembered the way they had first felt, standing on the hallway of his apartment, which coincidentally was the same hallway yours was on.

They were so soft under his. He remembered the way your lips had trailed down his neck as he ripped your clothes off in the doorway.

The way your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to his bed.

God you were beautiful. And even more beautiful with his marks up and down your body.

Then reality hit him like a bus.

He hadn’t even thought about merely kissing someone since Gwen, and now he had just woken up in bed, naked with you.

As if on cue, you began to stir. You woke up, your blurry vision working to adjust to the light coming from Peter’s window.

Wait.

Peter’s window?

Oh shit. You’d fallen asleep and slept over.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to stay. You were supposed to leave as soon as he was asleep and avoid him for the rest of the month.

Your eyes met his as you slowly sat up.

“H-hey..” He stuttered.

“I uh- I should get going.” You sat on the edge of bed, searching for your clothes, only to remember that they were on the floor at Peter’s door.

“Oh I’ll uh- go get your stuff.” Peter said, slipping on some boxers.

You sighed as you pulled the sheet up to cover your breasts.

He returned a moment later, your clothes in hand.

“That was uh-.”

“…yeah” You finished.

It was a mistake.

“I’m gonna shower.” Peter said, walking into his bathroom.

As soon as the door shut you were making a beeline for the the front door. You headed to your apartment, three doors down.

When the latch clicked you were on the floor in tears.

You felt guilty. So guilty. It felt so wrong, sleeping with someone after your boyfriend had died.

But it was four years ago, and you couldn’t hold onto that forever.

Sex with Peter was good. It was so good. You felt a connection with him that you hadn’t felt before, and it only made you feel more guilty.

You decided you couldn’t repeat what had happened. You couldn’t see Peter again.

-

The next week was spent peeking out your door before you left for work, and staying at the bar an extra twenty minutes. You were changing your schedule to avoid Peter at all costs.

The week was also filled with built up sexual tension.

When you haven’t had any action for four years and then sleep with someone who made you feel as good as Peter did, all you were left with was the feeling of wanting more.

Little did you know, Peter felt the same way. He wanted to see you so bad, but felt guilty for moving on without Gwen. So no matter how much he wished he had you in bed beside him, he avoided you at all costs. He was never outside his apartment near 11. He never went back to the bar.

It was seven pm on a Thursday. You’d managed to get today off. You were craving something you couldn’t have so you decided to drown it with a cheap bottle of wine. You threw on your coat and headed to the elevator. When you got to the bottom floor, the doors opened.

And to your fucking luck, Peter Parker stood in-front of you. You’d been taken so off guard your forgot to get off the elevator.

At first you stood in awkward silence.

“You left.” He startled you.

“Yeah I didn’t think you’d want your one night stand hanging around..” You chuckled.

“Who said I wanted you to be a one night stand?”

Heat flooded to your stomach. You didn’t say anything else as the elevator opened to your hallway. You walked down the hallway together, but when it came time for you to part ways.. you didn’t.

You stared at the ground for a moment before Peter’s fingers lifted your chin up to face him.

“What happened?” He asked.

“I’m not someone you want to get involved with okay? I’ve got way too much baggage.” You huffed.

“I’ve got plenty of my own baggage, y/n. And let me decide who I get involved with okay?”

He stepped closer, and your breath hitched.

“I’m no good for you..” You breathed out.

“And Im no good for you…” His lips grazed your jawline. “How about we..” he kissed your neck “be no good for each other?”

“Be a temporary fix?” You shuddered, your hands going up to grip his biceps.

“A temporary fix…” He said, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you to his apartment door.

“On one condition.” He said as you twisted the door knob behind him. “Don’t fall in love with me..”

“As long as you don’t fall in love with me Parker..”

And with that, he was ripping the clothes off your body in his doorway for the second time.

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peter parker|a.g masterlist

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fated-you, peter, mj and ned are all best friends. when his identity got revealed as spider-man everything went downhill. You all got rejected from your dream college and everyone hates you. when doctor strange’s spell breaks open the multiverse, you meet someone who will change everything.

fire and gasoline**~ a small series in which you and peter have both lost people and have both intense emotional baggage. you fall into each other’s arms as a temporary fix, but maybe you’re just not meant to be. you and Peter try to navigate your relationship, but mostly end up in each others bed

#andrew garfield x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker x you #tasm peter parker

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peter parker|t.h masterlist

**=smut

being here- Peter is struggling with his identity being revealed to the world and turns to you, his girlfriend, for comfort. 

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f a t e d

p. parker (a. garfield)

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MAJOR NWH SPOILERS

pairing: peter parker (andrew garfield) x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: blood, injury, loss and death. like ONE cuss word. oh and NO WAY HOME SPOLIERS!!!!!!

summary: you, peter, mj and ned are all best friends. when his identity got revealed as spider-man everything went downhill. You all got rejected from your dream college and everyone hates you. when doctor strangers spell breaks open the multiverse, you meet someone who will change everything.

to make this story make way more sense, each of the peter’s will be referred to like this.

Tom Hollands Peter: Peter(T)

Toney Maguire’s Peter: Peter(M)

Andrew Garfield’s Peter: Peter(A)

they will only be referred to this way when two or more of them are present. if only one is present they be i’ll simply be referred to as ‘peter’

ALSO!!!! The depiction of Gwen Stacey in this story is ENTIRELY UNTRUE. I love Gwen but for the purpose of this story she will be made out to be a little less than desireable, and so will hers and Andrews Peter relationship. I larb gwen with every fiber of my being. #staceysupremacy

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The thickness of the air around you was sickening. Looking over at Peter crouched beside May. You wanted to approach them, to lean down beside May and cradle her in your arms. This loss was affecting you just as deeply, but she was Peter’s aunt. You had too much love and respect for him to ruin this moment with your own selfishness.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Peter was your friend. He sent you, Ned, and Mj away with the box.

“I need to know you guys will be safe.” He had said. “Promise me you will stay out of this.”

Ned had agreed, It took some convincing to get Mj to take the box, but you.. You never agreed. You had stared at Peter with teary eyes. He was your best friend. Your parents had known each other, and when his died, you grew closer. Then you added Ned to your group. You’d even been the one to introduce him to Mj.

You’d been through so much together. He was there when you lost your sister, and you were there when he lost his parents. Now he was loosing May.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You kept replaying that thought in your head. But when Peter had left you and his other friends, it didn’t take you long to sneak away to Happy’s apartment, where he was taking all these villains. You couldn’t help it. You had a gut feeling he would need you. And here you are. You hated how right you turned out to be.

“May.. May..” His voice was shattering into a million pieces. You peered around his shoulder at the woman. Your chest tightened so much, you were sure your skin was going to rip open and your heart would fall onto the dirty, destroyed floor.

Her eyes were lifeless, staring. They were still glossy from the tears that had threatened to fall moments before her body betrayed her, and her soul left you all behind. Peter was shaking.

A commotion a few feet away had you meeting the gaze of Happy Hogan in one of his cars. He stated in disbelief at you, then Peter, then the back of May Parker’s head. The authorities surround him, yanking his defeated body out of his car and slamming him against the hood.

Peter didn’t have long. You knew he would cling to Mays body until the police had pried them apart. He would loose everything, just to hold onto her for a few minutes longer.

With a pounding in your head, blood trickling down your face and out of your nose, and a sharp pain in your abdomen, you staggered over to Peter and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“S-She’s gone, y/n. She’s gone..” He choked. You pulled him up from the ground as he wrapped his body around you, sobs shaking his shoulders.

“Peter.. You have to go.”

“I- I can’t leave her. Not like this.”

You rubbed his back as he continued to shake in your grip.

“You need to call Mj and Ned. They have the box, and if they don’t hear from you-.”

“Let them. I don’t care. These villains should go back. They aren’t my problem anymore.”

“Peter-.”

“It was May who showed me that this was the right thing. And now she’s gone because of them. I won’t help them- I can’t.”

“Peter Parker.” You pulled back to look him in the eyes. “May showed you this was the right thing because that’s who she was, and she knows who you are. You are a good person. She would not want you to give up your morals just because she’s gone, because if you do, then that means she failed.”

He stared at you, tears falling freely.

“Don’t make May Parker a failure.”

“Hands Up!” The officers were calling from a few feet away.

It seemed Peter had finally taken in your appearance. The blood gushing from your forehead and nose.

“Oh my god are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m okay Pete, I just need a minute.”

“No way. I’m swinging you to a hospital. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Peter. I’m fine. I’m not May. I was out of the way of everything.”

“I’ve got you now spider-man!” Another officer yelled. Peter immediately grabbed you by the waist and shot a web. He planted his feet, ready to get both out of there when he hesitated. He cast one more glance to Mays body, whispering something you couldn’t hear, and then you were in the air. He was slinging you from building to building.

“Where are we going?” He didn’t say anything. You saw the bright lights of t he nearest hospital.

You landed softly. You started to say something as he stepped away.

“I’m sorry, please just do this for me. I cant loose you too. I’m sorry.”

“Fine.” You said, waiting for him to swing off.

“I want to watch you walk in because if i don’t i know you will just leave after I’m gone.”

You smiled, stepped forward and hugged him. “I am so sorry Peter. You’ve got a support system. Me, Mj, Happy, Ned, we’re here for you. Use us.”

“I will.” He sobbed softly. You stepped away and into to the hospital doors. As soon as you heard his web shooter go off, you were pulling out your phone and jogging lightly to seemingly nowhere.

“C’mon.. Pick up..”

“Y/n!?” Mj s worried voice yelled through the receiver. You pulled it away from you ear.

“Mj.” You stated.

“Do we need to push the button?”

“No! Definitely don’t. Just tell me where you are.”

“Ned’s Lola’s.” She paused. “Is it t-true?”

You stopped jogging. You shoved a sob back into your body.

“Y-yes.”

There was silence.

“I’m on my way.” You started jogging again, faster this time. You took the next left.

“Y/n.. there’s something going on. Get here as fast as you can.”

You said nothing but hung up the phone, pumping you legs faster and absentmindedly clutching your stomach.

-

When you arrived at the door of the apartment you wasted no time in attacking the door knob, sighing in frustration when it turned out to be locked.

“Ned! Mj! Open up!”

Mj appeared at the door with Ned behind her. You tried to step inside but nothing. They wouldn’t move.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s some people you need to meet. But first, we need you.” She said, tears brimming her eyes. She stepped out in to the hallway and wrapped herself around you, Ned joining a second later. Tears fell between the three of you. With wet eye they pulled away the looked at your face.

“Are you okay?” Ned asked.

“Yeah, Peter dropped me at the hospital. I’m fine.”

“Where did Peter go?” Mj asked, rather loudly.

“Still here!” Two voices inside rang out. You peered around Ned. You could see two more figures.

“So this is what we needed to talk to you about.” Mj stated.

You entered the room, seeing two men. One stood akwardly, until he approached you with his hand out.

“I’m Peter Parker. Not your Peter Parker. But Peter, nonetheless.” He smiled a warm smile. You turned your gaze to the other boy, in a spider-man suit.

You locked eyes with him. He was so different yet so familiar. The pounding in your head returned. You stared at him, and he stared back. Your legs went weak, but that may have been from blood loss.

He stepped towards you, stammering his words.

“I- uh, I-I’m Peter Parker as well.” He pulled of his glove and offered his hand. You shake it, only now realizing yours were covered in blood.

Peter(M) hadn’t said anything about you shaking his hand, but you had no doubt left his hand covered in scarlet. You hadn’t noticed when he stepped over to your friends and was pointing at your stomach.

You removed your other hand from your abdomen, which you hadn’t realized you were pressing so firmly against. As soon as you did a throbbing pain had you drop to your knees, blood gushing everywhere.

The frantic voices of your friends and the two men began to fade. Black spots clouded your vision.

Peter(A) had crouched down and pulled you onto his lap, inspecting all of your wounds.

The last thing you saw was Peter(A) leaned over you and his distant voice saying “Don’t worry I’m going to help you.”

-

Peter(A) POV

This girl. When I first saw her I felt something. Something I had only felt once before in my life. When I met Gwen Stacey. But this time, It was much stronger. I felt magnetized to this girl, who’s name I didn’t even know. I was so mesmerized by the way she made me feel i didn’t even notice all the cuts on her face, or the way she clutched her abdomen, or the blood that stained her hands.

I don’t think anyone noticed. What was happening to all of us- we were so distracted.

She fell to the ground, and her friends came rushing to me. Mj, the girl, tried to pull her from my lap to hers but my grip tightened. I felt a sudden urge to protect this girl. I don’t know what happened between us when I saw her, but if she died I would never be able to find out.

“Let me see her.” Mj had said. I didn’t budge. With tears in her eyes the girl demanded again.

“Let. Me. See. Her.” She seethed. It scared me, to be honest. I loosened by grip on the girl in my arms so her body could roll to face her friends. I could hear her heartbeat slowing. So could Peter(M) because we made eye contact when we heard the irregular beat.

“Do you know any doctors?” Peter(M) asked, washing his hand off in the sink.

“My Lola was a nurse for almost 30 years.” Ned stated, grabbing the hand of the girl Mj wasn’t already holding.

“We’ll go get her!” I yelled.

Ned started screaming for her has he hurried up the stairs. She came down and stopped cold at the sight of the girl.

I couldn’t understand what she was saying but she was barking orders at Ned.

“My Lola says to lay her flat, but keep her head elevated. Someone get some towels from the kitchen and a bowl of warm water. I’m going to get her kit.”

The older woman shuffled to me and Mj on the floor. Mj pulled the girls feet out, leaving her head in my lap. Mj stood and went to get water while Peter(M) searched for towels.

“She was stabbed in the abdomen awhile ago. She has lost much blood. I am surprised my dear has made it this long before collapsing.” The old woman said in broken english. She lifted the girls shirt just above her belly button.

“I need to unbutton her pants. Get me Mj, she can take your place.”

“No- No I can stay. I’ll look the other way.” I did as I had promised. Mj, Ned. and PeterM returned with the supplies.

PeterM handed me a damp rag and I began to wipe the blood from her face.

I studied her features. She seemed so foreign yet so familiar. I could hear her heartbeat begin to steady as the woman began to work. Mj was slung across the girls body, shielding her lower half from me, PeterM, and Ned. Ned sat, tears streaming down his face. PeterM crouched next to me, watching my face.

“I saw it, you know.”

“Saw what?” I asked, not taking my eyes away from the girls face.

“The spark between you two. I felt it once, with Mj.”

I looked up to him in confusion.

“Mary-Jane, my Mj. We were in elementary school but I still felt it. She’s been meant for me my whole life.”

My heart beat quickened. I’d already met the person I thought was meant for me. Gwen. But Gwen was different. She didn’t have this pull over me that i feel right now. Gwen was nice, but she fell in love with Spiderman, not Peter Parker. This girl- I don’t know. I immediately felt safe, content when she walked in.

“Do you have a Mj? It seems the rest of us do.” He asked.

“No I had something with someone. But she wasn’t Mj. She was Gwen.”

“Stacey?”

“How did you know that?”

“I had a Gwen Stacey. I thought we might have been something, but then with Mj, with Mj i felt safe. Content. I knew she was it for me. Gwen was nice, but she just wanted Spider-man you know?”

His words hit me deep in the chest. I stared back down at the girl.

“M-Mj?” I asked.

She looked at me with tears still falling down her face. When she moved I noticed the wound on the girls stomach. It was sickening. I shook it off and met Mj in the eyes.

“Did your Peter- was there- ugh I don’t know how to ask this.”

“Spit it out.” She deadpanned.

“Did Peter have another girl- before you?”

She was shocked by the question. And rightfully so.

“W-what?”

“It’s just, something I’m wondering. With the multiverse thing. I just need some answers to a few questions.”

“Well, I suppose he did.”

“But it wasn’t really a relationship. More of dumb teenage thing.” Ned butted in.

“What was her name?”

“Liz Allen.” Mj spat the name.

“Mj. Doesn’t like to talk about it but she doesn’t realize how much better she is. Liz was older and she scared Peter. Plus she seemed more interested in Spider-man. But truthfully, Mj makes Peter feel safe and content.”

My bear skipped a few beats. It happens to both the other Peter’s. There was a girl before THE girl.

Maybe this was the girl for me.

“How is she?”

“My Lola says she will be fine. she stitched up the small cut and that y/n just needs to eat something and drink an apple juice when she wakes up.”

My chest felt a million times lighter. Not to long after the girl began to stir.

Your POV

Your head was pounding and pain was radiating from your abdomen. The adrenaline had worn off.

Then you remembered that you had been stabbed by the Goblin when you wouldn’t tell him where May went with the antibody.

Adrenaline is a bitch sometimes I guess.

Your eyes fluttered open and you had to do a double take. The man’s face above you seemed familiar. He was in a spider-man suit, but didn’t look anything like Peter(T). You struggled to sit up a pair of warms hands guided you.

Mj and Ned sat infront of you. One holding a juice box, the other holding crackers.

You tried to laugh, but it hurt to much so it just came out as a whimper. Immediately the hands from behind your back were gone and another face was infront of you. Then you remembered.

You had locked eyes with him and felt and undeniable pull.

“Drink this.” Mj handed you the juice box. You shook your head as Ned spoke.

“My Lola said you lost too much blood so you need to replenish.”

“I would listen. Seems like a smart woman.” Another face appeared. More rembereing.

They were all named Peter. Peter Parker. They were both a spider-man.

“the- multiverse..” you mumbled taking the juice box and sipping on it while fumbling with the crackers.

“What?” Mj asked.

“The Multiverse.. If you’re both Peter Parker and Spider-man.. Then the multiverse is a lot more complex than I thought.”

“Are you feeling alright?” PeterA placed a hand on your shoulder. You felt hear radiate from his touch.

“Uh- Yeah. We need to find Peter. This universes Peter.”

“Do you have any clue where he went?” Mj asked you.

You strained while trying to stand, and took the offering ends of Ned and PeterA

“No.. He dropped me at the hospital and didn’t say anything.”

“Wait..” PeterM spoke up. “If you were at the hospital… then why did you just pass out from an open wound?” Your face went red. Peter had made you got he hospital, but you had thought you were fine.

“I uh- I got there and I thought everything was fine. Adrenaline does crazy things i guess.” You chuckled but only the cold stares of your friends were offered in return.

“You could’ve died!” Ned yelled.

“I’m sorry! Just don’t tell Peter I didn’t stay, he will kill me.”

“I’m gonna kill you.” Mj smiled at you with a tear. “You��re my best friend. You’re not allowed to die on me like that unless I’m the one who kills you.”

You smiled into her hug.

“Is there anywhere Your peter would go? Like somewhere that has meaning?” PeterM asked.

“I think I know exactly where he’d go.” Mj said.

-

When you arrived, you saw PeterT sitting cross legged on the ground. You were leaned on PeterA. who had been more than generous to you. You wanted to be close to him, constantly. You moved away from him towards PeterT, sighing at the lack of contact. Mj and Ned close behind you.

Both Mj and Ned squatted down to hug him, but it took you a minute longer. He sobbed, shaking all four of your bodies.

You broke apart and he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Doc fixed me up.” You smiled nervously.

“Peter there’s some people you need to meet..” Mj said softly. He looked up at the figures of the other two Peter Parker’s.

“Hey wait.. woah woah.” He stepped infront of you, Mj, and Ned protectively.

“Sorry.. About May.” PeterM said.

“Yeah.. Sorry.” PeterA followed. If it hadn’t been so dark out, you would have swore he looked at you. “I’ve got some understanding of what you’re going through.” he continued.

“No, please don’t tell me that you know what i’m going through.” PeterT snapped.

“Okay..” PeterA stepped back.

“She’s gone. It’s all my fault. She died for nothing.”

“Peter..” you limped beside him.

“You don’t belong here.” PeterT said. You heart skipped a beat. They don’t belong here, so this attachment you’ve begun to feel to these people, to that specific Peter.. it will be short lived. “Those other guys are from your world right? So you deal with them. If they die, if you kill them, that’s on you. It’s not my problem. I don’t care anymore. I’m done.”

“Don’t make Aunt May a failure.” You repeated the sentence you said a mere hour ago.

“My uncle Ben was killed.” PeterM stated. “It was my fault.”

He seemed to grab the attention of PeterT.

“I lost-.” PeterA started. “I lost Gwen. My.. I thought she might have been my Mj.. but now i’m not so sure.” You felt heat radiate your body as he stared at you.

“What happened?” Ned asked.

“I couldn’t save her. It was my fault. I won’t ever forget that night but I carried on. I tried to. But at some point I got rageful. Stopped pulling my punches. But- but now.. I feel something else. I feel like I can be the friendly neighborhood spider-man again. I just need the right people by my side.”

“Maybe she didn’t die for nothing Peter..” PeterM said.

It took some convincing but PeterT seemed better. He had brought you all down to the lab of the school. You limped with PeterA supporting you. He had helped sit you down as they all got to work. You all separated.

Mj stayed by PeterT side. Ned was bothering PeterM about something. PeterA brought his things and sat next to you. You felt relief at his presence, even if he wasn’t saying anything. You decided to speak first.

“What’s that?” You asked him, pointing at a small twine wrapped around his wrist. A small piece of splintered wood was tied to it.

“It’s a piece of wood from the last skateboard my Uncle Ben bought me.” He said. You smiled, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me with all this you know.” You said.

“Oh yeah.. It’s no problem really.”

“This multiverse stuff it’s really..”

“Confusing?” He chuckled.

“Well yeah but I was gonna say it makes some sense. Almost everything about you three Peter’s is the same. You all lost your parents then your guardian.. I’m sorry by the way. You all three had girls by your side… I’m assuming Gwen was your girl?” You asked.

“Uh Yeah..”

“I’m really sorry about what happened. I- I can’t imagine what it must be like to loose the love of your life.”

“Except-“ He put down his trinkets and turned to face you. “I don’t think she was the love of my life.”

“What?” You cringed at you heart speeding up as he got closer. You knew he could hear it because your Peter could.. and he always teased you.

“I talked to that Peter..” He pointed at PeterM, “and your friends while you were unconscious. Both the other Peter’s had met someone before they met their girl. The girl who was meant for them.”

“You’re saying you think Gwen was your pre girl? Like Liz?”

“Yes. This universe was Liz, but in the other Peter’s universe there was a Gwen. Gwen Stacey. He thought she was the one until-.”

“His mj..” You stated.

“Y/n.. I don’t mean to scare you but..” He was cut off by PeterT gathering everyone.

They had all the serums and were ready to meet the villains at the new Statue of Liberty.

“You three, stay here. I mean it this time. No jumping through at the last minute. I’m looking at you y/n.”

“I’m not gonna be doing any jumping anytime soon.” You gestured at the wound in your side and blood stained shirt.

“Be safe.” Ned said to PeterT. He hugged you gently, then Ned, then placed a kiss on Mj’s lips.

PeterA was about to grab his mask as you grabbed his wrist.

“Hey.. you be careful okay. You need to survive to find your other girl.” You half joked.

He stared at you and smiled, and you thought you saw him lean down a bit. He didn’t say anything as he jumped through the portal followed by the other Peter’s.

You three waited for PeterT to give you the signal.. to throw the box back at you guys, and it came.

Almost twenty minutes later the box came hurling through at you. PeterT threw it at you because you’re the best catch apart from him, but your wound had you off your game. Ned stuck an arm and caught it instead.

“Nice catch.”

“Thanks.” He said handing the box to Mj.

“Got it. Close it.” She stated. The two of t he m rocked back and forth as you twisted your fingers.

“Okay.” Ned said as he tried to close it.

“Why isn’t it closing?” You asked.

“I don’t know I-.”

“Have you closed one before?” Mj asked, growing impatient.

“No- I mean I’ve opened some.”

“Ugh.” You sighed. After a few more minutes of Ned trying to close it, Mj spoke up.

“All right we’re gonna try it again. We’re just gonna keep trying.”

“Alright. We got this.” You said, shuffling closer.

“I got it.” Ned said.

“Close the portal.” Mj commanded.

“Oh no.. no no no no.” You started to freak out.

“Guys that’s a lizard..” Mj started.

“We should..“ you continued.

“Run!” Ned finished.

The three of you took off towards the other end of the lab as the lizard entered. Mj and Ned pulling your aching body beside them.

“Connors Stop!” one of the Peter’s entered, you couldn’t tell which one. Ned led you and Mj out of the portal and onto a ledge.

“Ned make a Portal and get us out of here!” Mj screamed.

“I can’t close it!”

“It’s better than staying here!” You yelled as the ground started to shake.

He opened a portal and to your luck Doctor Strange stepped out.

“Where is he?” He asked angrily.

“Wait! Before you do anything Mr. Dr. Strange, Peter’s plan is working. He’s curing them.” Ned stammered.

“Well Ill be dammed.” Doctor Strange said. “Did you just open a portal?”

“Yes sir I did.” Ned continued. Doctor Strange simply took the ring and pushed past him.

“Great! Now how do we get out of here?”

An explosion above your head occurred. Everything was shaking. Your balance faltered. You reached out for Mj and Ned but your fingertips just grazed theirs. You were falling. Your scream could be heard everywhere. Mj tripped after you. You were both falling.

PeterT jumped and shot webs for both of your hands. The webs wrapped around your wrist as he stuck himself to a bar.

“I’m gonna set you both down slowly. You’re first Mj.” He started to lower her to the ground. It took almost five minutes to get her to the ground. You were still both so high up. If he dropped one of you, it was over. After Mj was safely on the ground he gripped the web with both hands and began to lower you.

You held on tightly to t he web, watching PeterT. You eyes widened when you saw what was about to happen.

“Peter watch out!” You were to late. The goblin hit him with his glider, throwing peter hundred of feet. He let go of the web.

You were falling again. You accepted it. The ground was approaching at a rapid pace and all you thought about was the way PeterA had looked at you. The way he spoke, his voice, the warmth of his body.

As if on cue, PeterA’s body came flying, pushing debris out of the way. He got closer and wrapped you up in his body, shielding you from everything. Your combined weight caused you to flip over once or twice. He shot a web just in time to land gracefully on his feet, holding you.

You stared at him, noticing a cut on his cheekbone, and the tears in his eyes.

“A-are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” You breathed.

“I saved you.. I couldn’t save her.. I saved you..”

“Peter…”

“You’re my girl. I knew it from the minute I saw you. Your THE girl. Gwen was just-.”

You shut up his rambling by bringing his face down to yours and pressing your lips together. It was small, rushed kiss.

“You’re my Mj.” He said.

“I have a Peter Parker.” You said. You wanted to stay there forever. He never wanted to put you down. He wanted to hold you, his girl, the one he saved, the one who was made for him, but Mj calling your name from a few feet away had him dropping you to your feet.

You ran to her and held her in a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay- I’ll kill Peter. He should’ve put you down first.”

“No Mj, I wouldn’t live with myself if-“

“You guys! You’re okay! Oh my god I was so worried.” Ned came up and hugged you both.

The fighting continued until they cured the last villain. Peter approached you, Ned and Mj.

“Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah we’re okay.” Mj said.

“We should go home right?” Ned asked.

“You’re gonna forget who I am.”

“What?” Mj asked.

“Peter what are you talking about?” You said.

“It’s okay i’m gonna come find you and I’ll

explain everything. I’ll make you guys remember me.”

“But what if it doesn’t work. We don’t want to forget you forever…” You stammered.

“I don’t want to do that.” Mjs voice broke.

“I know guys.. but there’s nothing we can do. So we need to say goodbye until- until I come for you guys.”

Ned was first. They shook their hands and they hugged. Then he turned to you.

“Peter all our history..“

“I know.. I’m sorry.” He hugged you.

“You better come back because if you don’t I will come find you because there’s no way I could’ve grown up without you.”

“I promise.”

“I love you pete.”

“I love you too.” He pulled away a looked at you. He gestured to the other two Spidermen.

“Go talk to him.”

“What? How-.”

“I just know. Now go. You don’t have much time.”

You cast one last glance at him and staggered to PeterA.

PeterM walked away and gave you two some space.

He looked at you, tears brimming in both your eyes.

“I just found you.. I don’t want to loose you.” You sniffled as he pulled you to his chest.

“I know but this is the only way to ensure you are safe.”

You looked up at him. He placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead.

“No matter what.. I will find a way back to you. One day. I promise.” Peter held you tightly, but released when you winced. He forgot about your injury.

“Be safe. Be happy in your world. Be the friendly neighborhood spider-man. And be careful.” You smiled, tracing the cut on his cheek with your finger.

“Only for you.” He leaned down to kiss you on the lips this time, but he was swirling away into a cloud of gold.

Suddenly your head was spinning and you had no idea what was going on. You screamed for the only people you knew.

“Ned! Mj!”

They came running to you.

“Y/n what is going on?! Why are we here! And why are you covered in blood?” Mj yelled, a scratch above her eye.

“I have no idea. We need to get out of here.”

—

It had been a few days since you, Ned, and Mj were lost at the statue of Liberty. You were walking slowly towards the shop Mj worked at. You had gotten hurt but you don’t quite remember how. Just arguing with someone and then hurting your stomach. You were meeting Ned and Mj for celebratory, stale donuts. You had all gotten into MIT and acquired a three bedroom apartment. You were ready to start the next chapter of your lives together. But you couldn’t help but feel something was missing.

“Hey!” She waved at you as you walked in “I’ll be right there just let me help this guy.” She said gesturing to the boy who had walked in right before you.

He looked at you and you felt like you knew him, but you shook it off. You could feel his stare follow you over to Ned.

“Hey y/n!” He smiled and Mj dropped off three donuts.

“Donuts for my fellow engineers.” She said. It took a minute for Ned to understand.

“Look at you with the school spirit!” Ned smiled.

“Tell anyone and Ill deny it.” She walked over to the kid waiting to be served.

You and Ned chitchatted, waiting to eat your donuts until Mj could join you. She finally walked over and stood in front of you two.

“That was the weirdest customer ever.” She said. “He introduced himself by his full name and took an entire minute before he said he just wanted a coffee.”

“Some people are weird. Now let’s eat these before they get even more stale.” You smiled.

“Wait.. We have to document this moment.” Ned pulled out his cellphone. You and Mj smiled as he took the shot.

“Send that to me.” You said, blindly groping around in your bag. Your fingers landed on something unfamiliar.

You pulled out a twine bracelet with a small piece of splintered wood tied to it.

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A/N: So I hope you liked :) Also, I’m fairly new to the Tumblr world so I don't really know what im doing. Like at all. I think I have set it up to where you can make requests hopefully? I would love to write for all of you, I would love the inspiration. Also have no clue how to make a masterlist or reply to you guys when you reply to my posts. I've actually received a couple messages of people telling me they like this story and I want to reply so bad but idk how. ugh.

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[mcubx]

SACRIFICE (jj maybank x fem!reader)

Summary: You’ve always liked JJ and when your relationship finally goes somewhere, you sacrifice it for your friend.

Warnings: some language, light smut (if you can even call it that), alcohol

“Kie! A beer!” You yelled across the fire to your best friend, Kiara Carrera. As she sat back down beside you, she placed a cold beer in your hand.

“Shotgun it with me!” You other friend, JJ Maybank challenged you.

“Are you up for the loss?” You said, standing up.

“Are YOU up for the loss?” He raised an eyebrow.

You walked closer to him, holding the beer in your hand.

“Alright Pope, you’ve got to watch, decide the winner.” JJ pointed.

Sarah Cameron rolled her eyes, and shifted in her boyfriend, John B’s lap.

“You ready?” You asked, holding up the beer.

“As ever!” JJ laughed.

“3, 2, 1, go!” Pope yelled.

You hurried and put the bottom of the beer to your mouth, tilting it. You drank all the beer you could, but most of it was falling down your bikini clad chest.

“Winner!” Pope yelled, pointing to JJ who was laughing with his mouth covered in beer.

“You got a lil something-.”

“Oh shut up.” You laughed swatting JJ’s finger away from your chest. He plopped back down into his seat as you went to go wash off in the ocean.

Before you left, you shimmied out of your denim shorts, leaving them on your chair.

After washing all the beer off of yourself you decided to stay in the water. It felt good on your skin.

You floated around for awhile, looking back to the shoreline.

You could just barely see the glow of the fire and the silhouettes of your friends. You closed your eyes and floated some more.

You were scared out of your skin when somebody wrapped their arms around your waist, pulling you underwater.

You came up, wiping your eyes expecting to see Kie, but it was JJ.

“JJ what the hell! You scared me to death!!”

“Just being me sweetheart.” He laughed, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

He looked beautiful. You’d always had a crush on Jj, but you always thought he had a thing for Kie. He always stared at her ass, her boobs were the first thing he looked at when she walked into a room.

He never looked at your ass, even when you wore your skimpiest bikinis.

You spent countless nights in your room, crying, wondering why you weren’t enough. You told yourself you’d move on, but here, in the moonlight, all you wanted to do was kiss him.

“Why’d you stay out here so long?” JJ broke the silence, looking at you.

“Oh I was just thinking. Relaxing.” You sighed.

“Well let me relax with you.” He stepped closer, putting a hand on your waist. He pushed some hair out of your eyes and laughed.

“If you could see yourself right now..” He laughed. You heart dropped. Did you look bad? Did you have mascara running down your face or a pimple on your forehead? You tried to back away but he pulled you against his chest.

“Hey where ya going?” He smirked.

“What’s wrong? What do I-.” He shut up your anxious rambling with a hard kiss against your lips. Shocked, it took you a moment to kiss him back.

When he pulled away from your face you thought your blushing would melt your skin.

“JJ- I, I didn’t think you liked me like that, I thought you always wanted Kie.”

“I’ve always wanted you. Only you.” He said.

“But you- Kie-.”

He cut you off again.

“I know I look at Kies boobs. They’re nice boobs. But I don’t want her boobs. I want your boobs.”

You chuckled.

“You’ve never looked at my boobs.”

“Yeah because I have more respect for you than that. I want you for you. Not your incredibly fine ass or boobs.”

“Stop saying boobs.”

“Okay.” He stopped and smirked.

“Does this mean I can look at your boobs now?” He asked.

“Oh my God JJ!”

“Sorry I just-.”

You kissed him this time, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. His mouth left yours trailing kisses down your jawline and shoulder. His hand reached behind your neck and undid your bikini top, kissing down as far as he could until the water stopped him.

The water was covering from your armpits down, so he moved to the other side of your neck and brought his hands up to your boobs, playing with your nipples.

“They’re. My. Boobs. Now.” He moaned in between kisses, sending shivers down your spine.

“Stop saying boobs.” You groaned, running your hands through his hair. He pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His hands roamed down to your bikini bottoms, and you took in a sharp breath knowing what was about to happen.

“JJ? Y/N?!” Your friends called for you at the shore.

“Shit.” You moved away from him fumbling with your bikini top.

“Here let me.” He turned you around and tied the top back, placing one more kiss on your shoulder. You two hurried back to shore acting as if nothing happened.

You weren’t ready to tell your friends what had happened.

—

That night you all stayed at John B’s.

Sarah and John B bunked in his room, and you and Kie forced JJ and Pope to take the couch so you could share the guest bed, which JJ had basically claimed as his room. He wanted to protest but a sharp look from you silenced him.

“Fine. But don’t look under the bed!” He yelled as you and Kie turned the corner.

Flopping down onto the bed, you grabbed a pillow and sighed.

“I’m so tired.” You huffed.

“What happened down at the beach with you and JJ?” Kie said, straightforward.

“What?” You sat up.

“What happened down at the beach between you and JJ?” She repeated.

“Nothing. The little bitch pushed me under the water after beating me in a shotgun race.” You played it cool.

“Then what’s that?” She pointed to your neck.

“What’s what?” You asked, pulling out your phone to have a look. You almost gasped, swing the red hickey forming in your neck.

“I- just-.”

“Don’t lie to me y/n. Did JJ give you that.” She asked. You could see her eyes getting glassy.

“Yes.” You told the truth, placing your phone on the bed.

She stood up.

“Kie? What’s wrong?”

“I am going to be honest with you because you’re my best friend. I’ve always w-wanted JJ.” She turned away, feeling ashamed to have to say that like she was in the fifth grade.

“Kie I had no idea.”

“I know. Which is why I’m not mad at you. And why I’m not going to ask you not to see him if you want too. I’m just going to have to take a step back for awhile if you do.”

“Kie I-..”

“I think I need to go.” She grabbed her keys and headed out, walking past a JJ who didn’t notice her leaving because he was glowing at you when you followed Kie. He smiled, but you were unable to return it. You headed back to JJ’s room, silent.

After about an hour of tossing and turning, you heard the door creak open.

“Hey?” JJ said, stepping into the room.

“Hey.” You sighed placing a hand on your forehead.

“What’s wrong cupcake?” He asked. Placing an arm around your waist. You removed it and sat up.

“This was a bad idea JJ.” You said, turning your head from him. You could hear his face drop.

“What happened? One second you were all over me and now-.” You turned and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I want you, JJ, but I can’t be with you.”

“Why?” He asked.

“I Just- It’s Kie. She’s always wanted you and I can’t do this to her. I’m her best friend, do you know how much it would hurt her if I started dating the boy she loved?”

“But I don’t want Kie, I want you.” He put a hand on your thigh, pushing his face close to yours. Your heart beat faster and you could feel his breath on yours.

You wanted to kiss him and give him everything right there. But you didn’t. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry JJ.”

You saw the tears form in his eyes.

“No. There’s gotta be a way around this.” He blinked away the tears. “I need you y/n. What if we just kept this on the down low for awhile? Didn’t tell anybody and had our moments in secret with nobody around?”

“JJ I-.”

“Please y/n. This is better than nothing.”

You contemplated it for a long while, before leaning in and kissing him.

When the kiss broke, you looked into his eyes.

“Okay JJ. We can do it.”

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[mcubx]

being here

SO i just watched the Spider-man NWH trailer and i’m going to write a little something :3

Summary: Peter is struggling with his identity being revealed to the world and turns to you, his girlfriend, for comfort.

“Whore!”

“Criminals!”

“Justice for Mysterio!”

You took a deep breath in, attempting to bite back all the things you wanted to say. If you could you would turn around and give the croud a piece of your mind, but Peter’s lawyer told you that interacting with people could hurt Peter’s case. So for his sake, you didn’t.

You looked over to Ned, who reached over and squeezed your shoulder. You were peacefully waiting outside the city jail. Any minute Peter and Happy would walk out of those doors.

“Slut!” Another girl screamed at you. If the doors hadn’t opened when they did you probably would have fired back.

Out steeped a tears eyed Peter and flustered looking Happy.

Peter saw you and picked up his pace, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re here y/n.” He sighed into the croon of your neck.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You rubbed his back.

“Not here.” Happy said, pushing you towards his car.

Ned climbed in the front seat and you slid in the car after Peter.

Peter took your hand and squeezed it. He was bouncing his legs and furiously rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Peter, calm down.” You whispered.

He snapped his head in your direction and huffed a big breath. He removed his hand from yours and stared out the window the rest of the ride home.

After you had dropped off Ned, you walked into Mays apartment followed closely by Peter and Happy. Happy and May stepped outside to talk, and you followed Peter up to his room.

“Peter.” You spoke softly.

“What?” He snapped.

“I was just-.”

“You we’re just what? Gonna tell me everything’s okay. We’ll it’s not y/n and I don’t want to deal with your positivity right now so just shut up!” He yelled, his back still turned to you.

You went silent. Fighting back tears you reached for the doorknob. Before you had time to turn it Peter was at your side, caressing your shoulders.

“I didn’t mean any of that. I’m just, f-freaking out and I don’t want to be this emotional infront of you.”

You took Peter into an embrace as he broke into sobs on your shoulder. The two of you slumped down to the floor as his heavy sobs shook through your body. Silent tears began to fall down your face as you rubbed his back.

“Peter we are going to get through this okay. I know you. I know you’re capable of anything. You can get past this.” You tried to cover your shaky voice with a cough.

Peter looked down to your wet eyes and grabbed your cheeks. He planted a small kiss on your forehead and held you against his chest.

“I don’t want to do this without you.”

“You don’t have to Peter.”

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