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chaostudesstuff · 11 months

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James Franco x Reader

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Teacher James Franco x Student Reader

I watch as he puffs the cigarette and places it on the ashtray. "I heard you've been missing a few classes lately." He says avoiding eye contact. I slowly blow a bubble looking out the glass window. Seeing him already looking at me, I stare back at him. I stare at him making the bubble pop. "Pass the gum over" He told me. I rolled my eyes standing up from the desk and walking up to him. Standing there, I towered over his desk. He put his hand out and looked up at me. Looking straight at him, I opened my mouth and dropped it into his hand. "Happy?" I glanced up at him. He stares down at me for awhile and then clears his throat adjusting his glasses. I smirked as I walked back to the desk. "Since you continue to disobey the rules we will resort to detention every day of the week after school" He told me not caring at all. I laughed at his "joke" not believing one word. "Are you serious?" I asked him obliviously. He stares at me sternly. "So what will I do to make up for all the work?" I asked him. Taking afternoon classes with me, you'll be here until evening." I backed away from him. "In all due respect, Mr..."

"Franco" He corrects me. "Yeah, whatever, there must be another way. I have a life too, you know?" I replied. Taking a moment to run his hand through his hair, he sighs. "You know what to do when life gives you lemons?" he asked me. Make fucking lemonade. As I watched him, I bit my lip and thought of something. Turning around, I pull my top down, exposing more of my breasts. After pulling out my mini mirror, I fix my hair and quickly turn around. His attention was still focused on grading and rummaging through papers. I said quietly to myself, "This lemonade better be worth it.". I walked slowly beside his desk making him look up at me confused. "How about we cut the bullshit? We both know this isn't going to work." He pushes his glasses up from his nose crossing his arms. "How about you let me go and I'll do anything for what you need me to do?" I asked him seductively. He scoffs and looks away. "I'm not doing this with you" He told me sternly. "Doing what?" He tried to act confused. "You know exactly what I'm talking about" He told me. "Enlighten me please" I replied to him smiling. He sighed and got up from his seat. Once he got up he towered over me and got real close. "Don't try to fuck your way into having what you want" He warned me taking a drag of the cigarette. I stepped closer grabbing the cigarette out of his hands and throwing it to the ground. I smash it with my shoes as he watches me. "I mean you said it yourself, "when life gives you lemons" correct?" I take my jacket off showing my bare arms. "It's hot in here isn't it?" I asked sitting my jack on the chair and ensuring he noticed me. As I turned around, he was already behind me and pins my hands on the desk.

He breathed heavily and his mouth got closer to mine. He finally smashes his lips onto mine causing one of my hands move behind his neck. He deepens the kiss pulling me in more into his intense kiss. We continue to make out until my hand travels down to his chest pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. We made eye contact as I unbutton his shirt until he backs away. "This is wrong, this is so wrong" He says running his hands through his hair. I bunch up his collar bringing him closer to me until he was right in between my thighs. "Trust me, you won't regret it" I whispered in his ear. I smashed my lips onto his again and take one of my hands into his pants. He groaned as I palmed his throbbing dick. He kisses and sucks my neck leaving dark purple hickeys. As I stroked his dck faster, I heard him moan in my ear. He grabbed my throat making me look at him. "Are you ready" He asked me. I look up at him with a smirk and pull him into a long kiss. As both bodies intertwine with each other. The moaning and groaning noises filled the empty classroom. It was like everything was in slow motion.

The end

#james franco #smut #teacher x reader #80s #90s #x reader #female reader #poc reader #harry osborn

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vampgal202 · 9 months

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Yes, Sir. (Professor James Franco x Female Student.)

summary: Temptations are hot, and so is Mr. F. Will U/n break under pressure even though he's her teacher? Will Mr. F feed into her fantasies, or is he really only feeding into his own?

Warnings: Smut, Teacher x student

His rough, calloused hands trailed up my thighs. My ass was pressed flat against the wall. His fingers played with the hem of my underwear under skirt. My breathing was ridged, it was caught in the back of my throat. He groped my ass hard making my back arch off the wall...

"Y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

My head shot up from my desk, the loud sound of the bell ringing fills my ears. Fuck, I fell asleep. "You slept through the whole class" I turn my head to see Mr. F leaning against his desk. God he's sexy. He was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms were popping out of shirt as they were crossed over his chest. "I'm sorry Mr. F..." I didn't really know what to say to him. I had a late night last night and I spent the whole class dreaming about having sex with him. He just looked at me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about but I knew that in this very moment I wanted him more than ever before. "Late night last night? Were you partying? Drinking? I know how you collage girls are." He says to me, that big smile on his face. By this time everyone in the classroom has cleared out, leaving only me and him. "Maybe..." I say back, keeping eye contact with him. He walks towards me, only couple inches away from my body. I stare up at him between my lashes, wetting my lips, hoping that he will do something. He drags his tongue around his mouth and pokes at the inside of his cheek.

Fuck it. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down towards me, smashing his lips against mine. He freezes for a second until his hands roughly make his way through my hair. The kiss is rough, passionate, and sloppy. He grabs the back of my legs and hoists me up onto the desk behind me. I start to unbutton his shirt and he pulls away. "We cant. This is wrong." he says to me, running his hands though his hair. I can see he is so hard, he's practically busting through his pants. "C'mon it's okay, I won't tell anyone." He looks at me for a second until his lips are back on mine. He lifts my shirt off my body, reveling my bra and naked torso. His hands cup my breasts through my bra, making me pant harder into the kiss. My hands fiddle with the last button on his shirt until it's open. I pier up at his hard abs, pulling him closer between my legs. His bulge presses between my legs making me moan and breaking our kiss. His hand comes down in between us and starts rubbing my clit on top of my pants. Strings of curse words and moans fill the room. "Please just fuck me." I say to him.

He wastes no time pulling my pants off my body. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, in one swift motion. Reveling his hard cock. I lean back on my hands and spread my legs, letting him do all the work. He pulls my underwear to the side and slams himself in me, making my throw my head back. He starts fucking me, hard and rough making me cling onto his shoulders. "Fuck." he says under his breath followed by groans of pleasure. He brings his hand down again and starts playing with my clit with his thumb. This throws me over board causing me to let out a loud moan. "shh baby, we can't let anyone know our little secret." He whispers to me, his warm breath fanning over my ear. With every thrust I see his v line flex which makes me even more turned on by the second. His thrusts start to become slower, and sloppier, as he comes closer to finishing. He starts rubbing my clit faster than ever before and we both come undone at the same time. I watch as he throws his head back, his Adams apple vibrating from his moans. He pulls out of me and grabs paper towel to clean up. "Our little secret?" he says to me with a smile. "Yes Sir."

#james franco #James franco x reader #harry osborn #smut

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tinkerbelldetective · 5 months

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It's pouring down rain. Traffic isn't any slower. The sidewalks are still dense. Your umbrella is doing the best it can.

You feel someone slip their fingers around your wrist and you whip around, prepsred to bash their head in with your umbrella, but still as Harry Osborn's pretty brown eyes meet yours.

"Do you want a ride home?"

"I can walk."

Harry's eyes drop, his shoulders tensing, his grip loosening from your wrist. Truth is, yes, you would, but something is stopping you. You slip out of his hold in order to grab his hand, his eyes widening for a split second.

"Walk with me?"

Harry Osborn smiles, an amazing and showstopping, the cherry topping on a sundae kind of smile. It's one you miss. It's one you cherish.

He laces your fingers together, a chuckle low in his throat. He easily weaves in and out of the crowds with you, eyes soft, the way they were when he was happy.

The sidewalk has cleared significantly by the time you make it almost home, and he tugs you to a stop, the rain still falling down in small drops upon your umbrella.

"Harry, what are you-"

"I'm tired of waiting. I love you. You're the last good thing I have."

His fingers tighten involuntarily around your own, and you drop the umbrella, splashing your feet as it lands in a puddle.

"What are you waiting for, Harry?"

A smile that could light up the city crosses over his face before he rushes towards you. His hands move to cup your cheeks firmly, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours, rain pouring down over the two of you. Your fingers rising up to run through his hair at the base of his neck.

He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on yours, breath fanning across your face.

"I love you too," you breathe, your fingers still playing with the brown curls.

#harry osborn #raimiverse #james franco harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #td harry osborn

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godblesslanarey · 2 months

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peterparkermyangel · 2 years

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cold nights

pairings: raimi!Harry x f!reader

summary: Harry Osborn arrives home tired from work and you take care of him <3

warnings: none :) except extreme cuteness!

aprox time to read: 5-6 minutes

word count: 1191

character count: 6364

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2:20 a.m.

Osborn Manor is dark and quiet, whistling in the night breeze.

The Moon shines.

There is only one light on in Harry's room, the warm bedside lamp next to your nightstand. You left it on, patiently waiting for your loving man to come home from work while you read a book.

Oscorp was becoming a nightmare for Harry, and, considering Norman wasn't around to run the company, all of his father's inheritance and control of the business was now in his hands. Harry wasn't a bad boss, he had an entrepreneurial spirit, and he really was bringing big profits to Oscorp. The main problem were the workers. More than half of them were Norman's associates, and to his eyes, Harry was just a "useless kid" unable to do anything but fool around. This evidently showed in Harry's appearance. Both physical and psychological.

You especially noticed. And it hurt you to see him like this.

You just knew all he wanted was to prove them wrong, that he had potential, that he was capable. What hurt you the most was knowing that Norman made him believe the opposite his entire life, causing him a lousy self-esteem and a lack of self-confidence that affected all of his actions.

And there's where you come in. His only source of happiness and comfort. His only peace. For him, the only thing worth the day was coming home to be snuggled in your arms, and he would tell you this in the sweetest way possible.

No worries. No fears. No judgement.

You looked at the clock.

2:22 a.m.

"Our time", you think with a smile on your face. You and Harry always had a special connection to that angel number. It was your lucky number, you both saw it everywhere after you started dating. Omg, you were missing him so much today.

Suddenly, the door of the majestic room began to open slowly, as if trying to make as little noise as possible.

Harry. He was home at last.

He was surprised to see you welcoming him with hearty eyes as he walked through the door.

-Oh, hi!- he started. You could sense the tiredness in his voice -I thought you were asleep. It's so late, princess. You didn't have to.

Of course you had to. It's the least you could do for him. Specially when you feel so helpless trying to make him happier, he deserved this.

-How was it today, baby? A tough day, I imagine...- You asked, as you got up from the bed to help him change his clothes.

He just agreed to your question, nodding with his head. He was so tired his eyes were half closed. You took his hands and rubbed them with care, slowly, as his dark brown eyes met yours. You felt at home whenever you looked at his eyes, diving deeper into their golden gaze reflecting his soul. He looked at you the way you never imagined you could be looked at. With such passion and trust. With such intensity. With such endless love. You just knew this love was true, fun and innocent at the same time. Just like Harry.

He gave you a smile of his own, his dimples showing on the edges of his beautiful face, while soft wrinkles appeared on his sparkling, yet tired eyes. Even though he was completely exhausted, he managed to show you how happy you make him. He was definitely the most perfect person you'd ever seen.

You started to take off his suit for him. You always loved his outfits, specially the green ones. He looked so handsome in all of them, but Harry Osborn in green was just another level, you thought. You took off his blue-striped jacket as he started to unbutton his shirt, blindly. Then, you untied his purple tie delicately, looking at his sleepy face. You couldn't help but let out a giggle, he looked just like a little baby.

When he was done, you folded the clothes and put them in his wardrobe, as Harry slowly walked, finally getting into bed.

When you turned around to face him, all you could see was your boyfriend yawning in his pajamas on the right side of your bed, wrapped in the sheets. You took a moment to realize that he was your boyfriend. Also your best friend, but with that adrenaline rush that goes through your body every time he touches you, as if it's the first time he does.

He was perfect to your eyes. Even the little snores that he just let out were perfect.

After confirming that Harry was probably asleep, you decided to get into bed next to him. You had been waiting for it.

You faced him, quietly getting closer to his body. He was steadily breathing, in and out... In and out... You found his breathing quite relaxing, and somehow cute. You just couldn't explain, everything Harry does is cute, you can't handle it. You also noticed he was laying in a curious way. He was lying on his side, with his hand resting on his cheek, which caused his mouth to be slightly open as he snored. You literally confirmed he was a little baby. Your little baby.

You almost cried having that extremely adorable view. You loved watching Harry sleep, because for a moment, he didn't have a thing to worry about. His muscles were relaxed and he had this pure expression of total inner peace in his face. Like an angel. He rested, and you were glad he managed to sleep. He was able to do so because he had you by his side every night. Always making sure he was safe and loved, no matter what. That was the only thing he was certain of.

You started to wrap your arms around Harry. One around his waist, making circles around his skin, and the other caressing his curly hair. It fell on his face, and you moved your fingers through it, trying to relax him even more.

After a while of doing this, you felt his body moving closer to you. As if it was an instinct to have you next to him. He was so close you felt his hot breath on your neck. He was lying face up, his head now resting on the side of your collarbone, over your shoulder, and his hair tickling your face. You placed a soft, slow kiss on his forehead as you moved your hand to his chest. You noticed you could feel his heart beating as well as his breathing, both steady and relaxed.

-I love you, Harry. Sleep tight, my love.- You whispered, placing your lips on his forehead again, unsure if Harry had heard you. He already knew you loved him, anyway. You just wanted to verbalize it one more time.

With all this comfort Harry provided you, your eyes gave out, and you ended up peacefully asleep as well as your boy. Holding each other.

The Moon was shining bright above the both of you. Protecting you.

Cold nights in the streets of New York that were anything but cold around each other's arms.

You've always believed some things never change, and Harry was here to prove you that your love is one of them.

#harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #raimi!harry #raimiverse #raimi trilogy #green goblin #spiderman 2002 #james franco #jamesfrancoharryosborn #james!harryosborn #james!harry #spider man #fanfiction #headcanon #writing #written #story

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 2 years

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Her crush

Warnings: none :)

Once Y/n was eighteen, she had gotten a job as being the Osborn’s housekeeper

It was a big house, so of course Norman had to hire someone to keep it clean while he’s gone

Norman or Harry tried to make such a crazy mess all the time, so it’ll be easier for her to clean

And it was

Harry would actually help her out with cleaning up, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for her

And she loved when he did help her out, since she had a big crush on him

Of course she tried to shake the feelings away once he started to help her out, but of course it didn’t work

Y/n had spent her time alone now thinking about Harry

She’d blush at the thought of the two cuddling or just going on date’s together

He was all she could think about

~Y/n was currently tidying up Harry’s room since he wasn’t home to help her out this time

She loved being in his room

His room had a bookshelf to the right of his bed that was full of different comics and a few chapter books too

His bed was a king sized bed and had four pillows on it

His bed was all tidy up already with his comforter on it and sheets and the blanket on the end of the bed folded

The wallpaper in his room was just white and he had three posters only

One of the posters being his favorite singer and the other two were science related

He had a wooden desk where a book was sat

The book was talking about different technology and how useful it was to society

Now your probably wondering what she could possibly be tidying up

It was the shelf that hovered over his desk

She was dusting it off and before that, she placed a small vase on it with his favorite flower in it

It’s supposed to a thank you gift for him because of the helping out he did

She was planning on getting something small for Norman as a thank you gift too, but she couldn’t think of anything to get him

She didn’t know what his favorite flower was, so that couldn’t be something she could get him since she’s too scared to get him the wrong one

~Once she was done, she smiles proudly to herself

Harry’s door had opened, which made her look at who had opened the door

It was Harry

“Sorry I couldn’t help out today. Peter needed help with something” Harry says and then noticed the plant

“Did you put that there?” She nods her head as an answer

“Thank you! But you really didn’t have to do that Y/n” she laughs a little and then quickly stops

“Yes I did! I did it as a thank you gift for helping me out” she explains and he smiles

Harry approaches her and once he stood in front of her, he gave her a big hug

She returns the hug her and blushes

Once they stopped hugging Harry had mentioned how he had something for her too

It honestly surprised her since neither Norman or Harry gave her presents, and she honestly didn’t see why they’d would go out of their way to give their housekeeper other things then money she gets when she gets paid

“Harry are you broken?” She asked him and he laughs

“Nope! Hold on let me go and get it from the living room” she nods her head and then he went out of his room

Y/n waits for him to return with whatever he had gotten her

She heard the front door open, which meant Norman was home

“Y/n are you still here?” Norman shouts for her

“Yes sir” she shouts back and soon she heard footsteps coming up the stairs

Norman was now in Harry’s room standing in front of her

He pulls out his wallet so he could pay her

Whilst Norman was doing that, Harry had entered his room with a box in his hand and a candy bar of her favorite chocolate

Y/n and Norman looks at him

She was blushing like crazy now

“Looks like someone has a crush on my son” Norman says as a smile formed on his face

“Father” Harry starts and Norman continues to smile

“What? I think she’d be a perfect fit for you Harry! You two get along so well!” Norman wasn’t wrong at all

“Father could you just pay her and then leave my room?” Norman nods his head and pulls out an 100 dollars and handed it to her

Her eyes widened

“What the hell is happening?” She asked both of them

“Well I thought the 100$ was a good way of thanking you for all your hard work. Plus your still very young, so do except this to be happening now” Norman explains and she smiles and gets her wallet out of her purse and then opens it up and then places the money into her wallet

She soon puts it back into her purse and then thanked Norman

“No problem! If you ever need anything we’re just a call away” She nods her head and looked at Harry

Norman then left his son’s room, which made Harry happy

“I know you had a crush on me” Harry confessed and she was red now

“That’s why I got you these things, because I also have a crush on you” she was shocked honestly

She never thought he’d like her back, but here we are

“What’s in the box?” She asked him as he hands her the things

“Open it up to find out” she nods her head and first put the candy bar into her purse

She opens it up and then saw a necklace with her favorite flower as the charm

“Harry this is amazing! Thank you!” She says and he smiles and then says your welcome

She places the box in her purse and then asked Harry if he could put it on her

“Of course babe!” She blushes since this meant they were dating now

She hands him the necklace and he puts it on for her

Once he was done putting it on, she turned back around and looks at him

“It definitely suits you” he complimented and her blush had become obvious again

He chuckles and moves closer towards her

Once their wasn’t space between the two of them now, he kisses her passionately on the lips

She smiles as she happily returns the kiss

Ever since that day they would cuddle and go on dates

And it was strange that they were exactly how she imagined them

#harry osborn x reader #Harry Osborn x you #Harry Osborn x y/n #james franco #Harry Osborn #spiderman 2002

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isadumbass · 9 months

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franco!harry osborn x reader smut or fluff??

I think that I like that

Pairing: harry Osborn x reader

Summary: going to the museum is just going to he another boring trip or is it?

Warning: N/A

Note: I couldn’t write smut to save my life so fluff it is! :) I’m sorry this took long to get posted I was taking a hiatus!

Thank you for my first requests!

You walked around the museum amazed you weren’t the type of person to like museum or spiders but this time was different the spider weren’t anything that you ever seen before.

“He’s looking” You turn to be face with your close friend Mary-Jan she was looking behind you with the biggest grin.

You felt your face turn red “this is amazing! Oh my god he is totally into you!” You where delusional but not to they way that you knew that your friends where lying or maybe he was looking at her.

“Yeah sure” You said looking back at they spiders. “No look!” She squeezed moving your head to look that in fact he was looking at you and moved his head away.

Now this was feeding your delusion. You walked away towards the back feeling awkward.

That your crush was looking at you made you feel all types of way and the thought that came ‘what if he saw something on me or that he think I’m weird’

You were up in you head that you don’t hear him move right next to you “are you okay y/n?” You turn to be face with a concern face nor other than Harry. Great you thought to yourself.

“Uhnmm yeah yeah of course I’m okay” good job y/n you just made a fool of yourself. He nodded and put both of his arms on his side and lead back and looked at you. He almost had a nervous look in his face but quickly cover it up with a smile.

His body turn closer to your you felt your skin turn hot and try your best to hide it “I was thinking that maybe you will like to go on a date with me if it’s okay with you tho?” It took you a second to reply as if what you just hear was real?

He looked at you and if you where about to reject him he mumbled “if you want to you don’t have to-“ you interrupted him with a laughed “I think I like that” his eyes lit up.

Fin

#harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #wattpad #fanfic #fiction #imagines #fluff #angst #spiderman imagine #peter parker

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petersoftparker · 2 months

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loved ur fic about reader with concussion, maybe amnesiac reader next ? 👀

oooh man I live for amnesia trope u don't even understand

ok i'm thinking like a Peter Parker x reader x Harry Osborn (James Franco version) type situation

Where like Peter is either caught up with the cops or the doctors not clearing him for his own injuries so Harry is able to snake his way in and be like yea so im ur boyfriend and Peter is evil ....

Honestly tho idk how id end the fic, like does Reader believe harry and that becomes her life or does Peter somehow convince her that he is lying and she ends up with him again.

#marvel #peter parker #marvel mcu #spider man #spiderman x reader #harry osborn #fic prompt #might make this a fic

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criesinliess · 2 years

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fqjth · 2 years

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forgive me

pairing ➵ franco!harry osborn x reader

summary ➵ after months of not speaking, harry shows up at y/n’s door begging for forgiveness

warnings ➵ none

words ➵ 1589

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The day slipped away. Night consumed the apartment in a blink of an eye, time feeling as if it had been moving faster than usual. This wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, it had been like this for months now. Days went by quickly and nights were slow, allowing thoughts to crawl from the corners of her dark bedroom. Thoughts she had been trying to ignore.

He was always there, in the back of her mind. She didn't want to miss him. She didn't want to miss the way he laughed or the way he looked after a shower. She didn't want to miss the way he spoke her name or the way his hands felt in the dark. She hated herself for missing him, still loving him with every fibre of her being.

He broke her as if she never meant anything to him, as if all the I love yous were a lie he constantly spoke. A part of her always had a feeling he would do this, leave her when someone better came along, but she never wanted to believe it.

As much as she knew shouldn't, she blamed herself. Maybe she didn't care for him enough, maybe she could've done more to keep him from wandering into the bed of some waitress.

Her thoughts were cut short as a soft knock at the door echoed throughout her apartment. She glanced over at her alarm clock, 1:22 am. Who was knocking at her door so late? She waited a moment before hearing another.

Slowly, she approached her front door, grabbing a kitchen knife before doing so. A third knock came from the other side, louder and more frantic than the first two.

"Y/N," A familiar voice called from the other side, "please let me in". She unlocked the door, revealing a tired and red-eyed man.

"Harry!" She exclaimed, "You scared the shit out of me".

He stood in the doorway, his hand resting on the side panel. His eyes met hers briefly, Y/N diverting her gaze before he could. "Can I come in?" He asked, still looking at the girl who stood in front of him. Her arms were crossed around her body, pulling her sweatshirt closer to her body. "Please" he pleaded, his voice soft and raspy. He sounded as if he had been crying.

Y/N stood there for a moment, debating with herself on whether to let him in. After everything he put her through, was it really worth allowing him to come inside? Her eyes met his again. He looked desperate, broken. It pained her to see him like this, even after these long months. She stepped aside, giving him enough space to enter her apartment.

It was silent, neither daring to speak first. Harry glanced around the room, seeing if anything had changed since he was last there. It seemed to be the same. Same cushions on the couch, same broken coffee table that was being held up by a stack of books. The only difference was the photo frames that used to have photo's of him and her now had a picture of her with a group of friends, friends he never got along with.

"What are you doing here, Harry?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence between them. He turned to face her. She still stood near the door, arms pressed against her body.

"Doing some late-night cooking?" he joked, referring to the knife he had just noticed Y/N was holding.

Y/N walked the few steps to her kitchen, placing the knife back into its block. "I thought you were a robber or something" She shrugged.

Harry laughed softly. "How many robbers in New York do you know would knock at the door first?" he smiled. Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment, her back now leaning against the kitchen bench. She didn't speak, still waiting for him to answer her original question.

Harry sighed, facing away from her once more. He puttered around, picking up a book that had been resting on the couch. He examined it before placing it back down. "I wanted to see you" he spoke as softly as he did before, "wanted to talk to you".

"About what?" she asked defensively, trying her best to keep in control of the conversation. "What exactly could you possibly want to talk to me about, Harry?".

It broke his heart for her to speak to him the way she was, with her guard up. He understood why she was being hostile towards him. Why she looked at him with such sorrow as she did the day she told him to get out of her apartment all those months back.

He hated himself for what he did to her, for being the reason she cried. He never wanted to her hurt. He had never loved anyone the way he loved her, so deeply and passionately. However, that love terrified him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" His eyes met her, begging for her to hear him out. "I'm sorry for everything. I never meant to hurt you, I-"

"Never meant to hurt me?" Y/N cut him off, her voice raised. "So it was an accident that you cheated on me then? Or did you think you fucking some waitress wasn't going to hurt me?". Tears started to swell up in her eyes, breathing heavily as she tried to keep herself composed.

Harry took a step forward, wanting to comfort her. Y/N turned away, wiping the stray tears that had started to fall with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. Another sigh left his lips. "Please forgive me, Y/N".

She wished he would stop saying her name, reminding her of the way it used to make her feel. Safe and loved.

He was now standing almost directly in front of her, keeping just enough distance to make sure it didn't make her feel uncomfortable. "I love you, Y/N" He spoke in a whisper as if there were other people around and he didn't want them to hear.

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to look at Harry. "You don't get to say that to me" She tried to yell, her voice breaking in the process as the tear she tried holding back broke through. She sobbed.

Harry leant forward, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame. She tried to fight him off, not wanting him to touch her. He squeezed her tighter, resting his chin on her head as she collapsed against his chest. Her sobs muffled against his shirt, tears staining the material.

He brushed her head, shushing her as a way to calm her down. "I'm so sorry" he whispered, pressing a kiss to her head. "I hate myself for what I did to you. I fucked up, ruined the one good thing I've ever known" He spoke his thoughts freely, "I haven't slept. I couldn't take it anymore, I missed you so much. I needed to come here and see you".

Y/N lifted her head from his chest, puffy-eyed as she looked up at him. Harry loosened his grip, allowing her to move if she wished. She backed away only slightly, inches away from touching. Harry wiped her tears away with his thumb, his familiar touch sending a shiver down her body. "Please let me make it up to you".

Everything inside her was telling her to kick him out, tell him to leave and never to contact her again. She knew it was she should do, that it would stop her from any more heartbreak caused by Harry Osborn. Yet, she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to.

Y/N sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as she rested her hand on Harry's that rested on her face. She savoured the way he felt, breathing in his cologne that she missed the smell of. "You really hurt me, Harry" she spoke softly, eyes meeting his.

"I know" Harry's tone matched her, soft and laced with melancholy. "I won't do it again, I promise you that. I will do anything to make sure I never lose you again".

"It'll take time for me to forgive you" she sighed, her eyes dropping to the floor.

A smile crept onto Harry's lips, "Does this mean you'll let me back in?".

Y/N nodded. Her response caused Harry to pull her closer, pressing his lips onto hers. His action took her by surprise, eyes widening before softening under his touch. She melted into the kiss before Harry removed himself.

"I love you so much" He kissed her cheek, "thank you".

Y/N didn't say it back, hurt still inside her making her unable. As much as she did still love him, dearly, she wasn't ready to say it to him. "I think you should sleep on the couch tonight" she whispered, moving away from the man before her.

Harry nodded, understanding why she would want that. "Of course, anything you want" he smiled, giddy.

Y/N set up the couch into a makeshift bed, placing a pillow and blanket upon the fabric. Harry begged her to let him do it, but she was stubborn. "You've always been too good to me" he praised, placing a kiss upon her forehead causing Y/N to smile. "Goodnight, baby" the nickname made her melt, almost making her regret banishing him to the couch.

She composed herself. "Goodnight," she said back, walking around the couch and heading towards her bedroom. She stopped before she entered the room, turning around to face Harry once more.

"Harry," she called out in a soft voice, "I missed you too".

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authors note ➵ happy new year everyone! hopefully 2022 and better than 2021

i was in my feels writing this, so hopefully you enjoyed!

tags ➵ @druigswh0ree @ronaldmcdonaldfucker @mintspidey @secretjeon @criesinlies @sapphireplums

#harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #franco!harry osborn #franco!harry osborn x reader #sam raimi spiderman #spiderman #marvel

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dylobilysmomg · 2 years

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Backstabber (Blurb)

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿-𝗠𝗮𝗻

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗝.𝗙.!𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗢𝘀𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗳!

“Harry,” I managed to say breathlessly between his kisses. “Hm?” He hummed in question against my lips. “This is wrong.” I whispered. I knew this was wrong, he did too. Neither of us wanted to stop though, it was human nature after all. How could I not want him after all this time.

“Why?” He asked, almost as if teasing me. Like he wanted me to admit what I had done. “Harry-“ “Say it.” He interrupted. It was hard to even manage words with his hands roaming my body the way they were. I could hardly focus on anything but him. “Pete.” I said. We both know that keeping this a secret would hurt him. Ruin the friendship that was shared between the boys…and the relationship I planned to end with him.

“Does he make you feel like this, baby?” Harry asked huskily, lips traveling down my jaw and neck. His hands roaming lower and lower. “Does he please you the way I do?” Now Harry knew that this was a rhetorical question, but he’s also an asshole. He wanted to hear me say it. He wanted me to tell him what he wants to hear.

“No.” I said, breathing heavily and his nimble fingers found home in my panties. He smiled menacingly, beginning to rub circles on my clit with his thumb. I was still sensitive from the last orgasm he had given me, and he knew it. I hissed at the feeling, but it wasn’t unwanted. “Whose girl are you huh? Whose dirty girl are ya?” He quickened his pace, making me restless. “Whose this for huh?” His voice got louder. “Yours, yours Harry. I’m yours.” I moaned out. He smiled, happy with my answer.

He let me cum one last time, licking his fingers clean afterwards. He sat up beside me, once again with that menacing smile plastered on his face. He liked doing this to me. He liked sneaking around behind Peter’s back. I think he liked the thought of doing him wrong. I knew that it is wrong, but god does it feel so damn good.

𝟏𝟐/𝟐𝟓/𝟐𝟏

#james franco #james franco imagine #harry osborn imagine #harry osborn #james franco x reader #harry osborn x reader #green goblin #spider-man #spiderman #tobey maguire

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ronaldmcdonaldfucker · 2 years

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I'm Not Gonna Teach Him How To Dance With You - Harry Osborn

W.k: 1.7k

Notes: I'm really sorry if this is absolute shit, I'm really tired and I felt like I needed to finish this before the end of the night. I'm gonna go to bed after this. Oh yeah and this isn't proofread

Warnings: Smut, porn with a plot, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), jealous sex, possessive Harry, mild degradation

Request: Yeah

[Read under the cut]

It was a cool Autumn day when Harry, your beloved boyfriend, called you and scheduled a last-minute date. Nothing too fancy, just a fun night on the town, so you accepted without much thought. Work went as usual, it was slow, but that was usual for weekdays. You clock out and head out, the air hitting your face in a refreshing change.

“Thank you, have a nice day!” You tipped the driver and opened the door, eager to enter the comfort of your own home. Dropping your purse and taking off your shoes felt like absolute heaven, exactly what you needed after a long day. It was only when you heard your phone ring with Harry’s very own ringtone, which he proudly recorded himself, that you remembered the date you discussed earlier. Hastily answering the call, you ask him for a time to be ready by. “How about 7, Sound good?” you nod, quickly realizing that was stupid though because there's no way he could see you. “Oh, yeah! Sounds good, see you then Har-bear” he hated it when you called him that and you knew it, but that just added to the playful nature of your relationship.

You decide on a comfortable pair of mom jeans and an old sweater of Harry’s, it was just a casual date, right? Overthinking, again. ‘You really need to stop doing that, Y/N. You’re causing more unwanted stress for yourself.’ you rub your temples, feeling a headache coming on. Slipping on a comfortable pair of shoes, you head out the door, making sure to lock it on your way out. Recently there had been an influx of crime on your side of the city, which gave you more concern than normal. Concern that you certainly did not need. You were met with the familiar honk of Harry’s driver, smiling to yourself gently. You truly did not know how you managed to pull Harry, one of the kindest people you knew, but you sure were glad you did. He always treated you with such adoration and respect, something you always made sure to reciprocate.

“Hey, sweets,” he grinned when you climbed in the back seat. “Is that my sweater?” he questioned you, pointing out the item of clothing you took from him weeks, no, months ago. “You can have it back if you want, sorry for taking it, Hon.” Harry frowned at your words. He didn’t mean to come across as accusatory. “No, no, it looks good on you! It looks really good on you, actually. Itwouldlookbetteroffthough” you scoff and hit him gently for being a horny bastard. The rest of the car ride went by pretty fast, not much notable happening.

The date is going very smoothly, perfect, even. You two were in your own little world, blissfully unaware of everyone around them. In your minds, you were the only people on Earth. That was until a certain wall-crawler came swinging through town, fighting some non-notable villain. Your eyes immediately lit up, mesmerized by the web-slinger. “Harry, look! It's Spider-man!” you grabbed his arm, pointing to the hero who was now on top of a nearby building. “He’s so cool, I mean look at that! I’d love to interview him sometime, wouldn't that be neat?” He could almost see the stars in your eyes, and he hated it. Jealousy washed over him, he knew he shouldn't be jealous but he was. “You don't actually like that guy, do you?” his tone was bitter, his resentment for the “Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man” becoming increasingly obvious. He instinctively squeezed your hand tighter, not wanting to lose you to some B-list hero. It was irrational, he knew, but that didn't stop his insecurities. You were the only sense of consistency left in his life, he could always rely on you being there and he didn't want to lose that.

“Let’s go, Y/N. Now.” He wasn't having any of it. ‘It’ being your fascination with New York's own Spider-man. He held your hand firmly, pulling you through the crowd and towards his limo. “Hey, what's up? You're acting weird, are you okay, Harry?” you asked, with a concerned tone. “I’m fine. Let's just get home.” He didn't bother looking at you, he just started out the window. “Ed, my apartment.” He gave the man in the driver's seat orders, still not bothering with eye contact. He was livid, and you could tell. His warm hand moved to your thigh, gripping it tightly. Chills ran down your spine, you were in trouble. The closer you got to his apartment, the higher his hand moved. Butterflies flew around your stomach, along with the anticipation growing in your lower abdomen.

The second the car stopped, you were up and out. Rushing up to his room, equally excited and scared for what’s to come. Harry came in, slamming the door in the process. You flinched a bit at the sudden loud noise and swallowed hard as Harry made his way over to you, pinning you against the wall. He kissed up your neck roughly, making extra sure to leave marks that would be visible to anyone seeing you; they needed to know who you belonged to. His face was incredibly close to yours, blood rushed to your cheeks, feeling cornered. He bit your ear gently, whispering in it with a husky tone. “You’re mine, you know what? And I'm not gonna let that Spider-freak take you away from me. You belong to me, understood?” He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. You nodded hastily, as he brushed your hair behind your ear. “Use your words, sweetheart. Let me hear you understand.” His thumb gently caressed your cheek, not-so-patiently waiting for your response. “Yes, yes I understand. I’m yours, Harry. All yours” he smiled hearing your words. “So how about we move this over there,” he pointed over to the bed, waiting for your consent. All you could muster out was a quick “mhm” and an eager nod. You hadn't felt Harry in days, which may not seem like much. But for you, that was incredibly irregular. You were needy and desperately awaited his touch.

“Take off your jeans, sweetheart,” he commanded, and you quickly followed. Unbuttoning them as fast as you could, you needed him. He laughed, noting your anticipation. You laid on the bed, gasping as the mattress shifted under his weight when he got on top of you. “You looked so good tonight, in my sweater. You should do that more often. You have no clue what it does to me when you go around wearing my clothes.” You grabbed his face, kissing him roughly. You wanted him so bad, you needed him. “Someone's impatient. You know how I feel about rushing things, sweetheart.” truthfully, you did. But you didn't care, that's not what you were focused on. “Harry, take off your shirt, please? I want to feel you,” you pulled at the collar of the t-shirt he was wearing. He promptly took it off, watching you admire his chest, feeling every inch of his exposed skin. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, yet it never fails to leave you speechless. You had a similar effect on him, he loved everything about you, every curve of your body. He moved one hand towards your thighs, while the other worked at getting your bra undone under your sweater. He threw the useless item of clothing off to the side, massaging your breasts.

You let out a small whimper as his hand made its way inside your panties, ghosting over your clit. “Harry-” he suddenly shoved two of his fingers inside you, moving at a painfully slow pace. “Harry, please. Faster-” He ignored your pleas, instead opting to go at his own speed. Your moans became louder, and he enjoyed every single one. Taking in every dirty noise that left your body, and it was like music to his ears. “Harry, ‘m gonna-” and with that, he pulled out his fingers. You groaned, upset at the sudden lack of touch. He grabbed your face, opening your mouth and forcing his fingers inside; making you clean off your own mess. “You’re so wet for me, and I've barely done anything. How pathetic?” He caressed your face, moving your hair behind your ears. The noise of his jeans being unzipped was like heaven, finally, you were going to feel him inside you. He ripped your panties off, throwing them off the bed to meet the same fate as your bra, just another thing to search for later. It's not like you cared much, that was the last thing on your mind.

With no warning, he pounded into you. And the noise that left your mouth was one that everyone in the surrounding buildings was sure to hear. “Not so loud, sweetheart. Can you handle that?” He asked, still pounding into you at a fast pace. “Yes! Oh, God- Yes I can handle it!” You had very little control over the words that left your mouth, your brain was quickly becoming fuzzy. The knot building in your stomach couldn't be ignored for much longer. You were coming undone quickly, and he knew it. His hand moved down to your clit, making tight circles at the bundle of nerves. You couldn't find the words to say, but Harry knew what you were trying to. You tightened around him, earning a loud grunt from your boyfriend. All of these things combined made you snap. You dug your fingers in Harry’s hair, tugging on it roughly. That one small action sent him over the edge as well, both of you reaching your high together. You came together, your breath heavy.

After a quick break, he pulls out, grabbing you bridal style and carrying you over to the bathtub. Setting you down, he turns the water on and runs you a warm bath, filling it with bubbles and washing you off gently. When done, he dries you off with a towel and dresses you in a pair of his boxers and an old shirt that’s way too big for you, but you don't mind. It smells like his cologne and that's really all you could ask for. He carries you back to bed, getting in next to you and pulling you up against his chest. “I love you, Harry.” You sleepily tell him, nuzzling into his chest, seeking further touch. “I love you too, sweetheart. You’re the best.” He meant every word. You were wonderful, and you were all his.

Tags: @secretjeon @daddyama @allisonxmcu @elegantbutedgy @midnightsaudade

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simplyparker · 2 years

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Traitor

gif by @megmeg-chan

Navigation // Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter did something and he can't take it back.

Warnings: Cursing, Cheating,

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I wanted to do something angsty. And I would just like to say I'm picturing Bryce Dallas Howard (Tobey's Gwen Stacey) for this. Also, this is something I posted for a whole different fandom back in June on Wattpad. The original title was going to be 'Liar' but then I was re-reading it and wanted to make it a 'song fic' type thing because of this sentence: Tears spilled from your eyes, as you looked into his brown guilty ones. He looked like he understood how this felt for you.

brown guilty eyes and little white lies yeah

You were watching TV while Peter was in the shower. He had been off lately, and you just assumed it was because of patrolling. You snap out of your thoughts to a ding, then another, then another. His phone kept going off. It could have been May needing help with something. But normally if she can't get ahold of Peter she calls you.

You look over at the coffee table where his phone is, and you grab it. He has his settings to where you can't see the messages unless unlocked, but you can still see the name.

i played dumb but i always knew

'Gwen'

Who the hell was Gwen? And why was she blowing up his phone? It had been about a minute since she messaged when a call came through. You hadn't even noticed Peter got out of the shower and was dressed until he snatched the phone out of your hand and declined the call.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, anger lacing his voice.

"I just wanted to see who was blowing up your phone like it's their job," you answer in an annoyed tone, completely done with him acting like a dick. He didn't say anything, just walking into your room. You got off the couch and followed him. "Where are you going?" you ask.

"Out." He says grabbing his wallet.

"Out to see her?" you ask, he looks at you and slowly walks over to you. He takes his hand and holds your face.

"No baby, I'm gonna go hang out with Ned. Okay." He says, then kisses your lips gently. You know he was lying, but still, put a smile on your face and responded,

i kept quiet so I could keep you

"Okay," you said. And with that, he left.

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It had been a few months since that happened. Peter was always "hanging out with friends". So you decided to call Ned and Harry, Peter's only friends. Ned told you that he hadn't really seen Peter, but that was because he's been in LA with his girlfriend Betty. Harry said "Sorry y/n, but I haven't seen Peter in weeks."

Even after knowing all this information, you didn't say anything to him. You played dumb when he was around. You needed to talk to someone about this so, you invited MJ over to your apartment.

She had brought some wine so you guys could unwind. And you told her everything. The calls. The texts at late hours. Always leaving earlier than he used to. Telling her how much it hurt. How it felt like you'd been losing him for months. How he wouldn't tell you 'I love you' back. And you cried in her arms. She rubbed soothing circles in your back and eventually your tears calmed down.

"Ugh. We should have let Flash beat the living shit out of him." Michelle says out of nowhere.

"Huh," you say lifting your head from her shoulder.

"Freshman year, when Flash was going to beat him up for whatever reason, but we stopped him. We should have let him." MJ says and you laugh.

Even with MJ trying to cheer you up there was still a problem at bay. Peter had texted you and told you that he could come over tomorrow to hang out. But you already decided what was going to happen tomorrow. You were going to confront him, and end things.

About an hour later MJ left, even though she said she could stay the night, you insisted go downstairs to her apartment. You tossed and turned all night. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to drink with Michelle and then send her back to her apartment.

You kept overthinking. Was he actually cheating? Or were you making it up in your head? Were you actually over-reacting? If you were wrong, you lost him. If you were right, god please don't be right, you lost him. But deep down you knew you weren't wrong.

Because here's the truth, you couldn't lie to him, even over stupid things, safe to say it wasn't the same for him. It really hurt knowing you weren't good enough for him. Knowing that while you were in love with him, he was longing after someone else. Maybe he was even fucking her too.

you said you were friends but it sure as hell doesn't look like it

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Today was the day. You slept like shit but you were done with his little white lies. Well, maybe not 'little white lies' maybe more like huge gray stories.

You were sitting on the couch. Your couch. The couch helped you pick out, and carry in. The couch where so many memories were made.

It's also the couch where you discovered something you wish you hadn't. The couch that you had discovered Peter's lies. Peter's secrets. The same couch where you cried on Michelle's sweater, over a boy who didn't make you feel the same as he used to.

You had a show on Netflix playing, but you weren't paying much attention. You had texted Peter telling him to just let himself in when he got there. You didn't think you could open the door if he knocked. You probably would have locked it and told him to fuck off.

He walked in with a smile on his face. Closed the door behind him, and set his jacket on the back of the chair that was closest to the door. He came up to you to give you a kiss but you tilted your head away.

"Peter?" You say in a quieter voice. He backs up a bit and you stand up.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Who have you been out with?" You ask.

"Just Ned and Harry, y/n." He sighed.

"Just stop lying. I know you haven't been with them. Harry says he hasn't seen you in weeks, and Ned," You laugh, " Ned is in fucking LA" you say.

"Baby," he says and reaches out to touch your shoulder.

"Don't! Don't fucking babe me right now. You've been seeing another girl behind my back." You raised your voice.

He just looked at you with his guilty eyes.

"Do you love her? Does she love you? Does she know about your little secret identity? Was she there for you when Tony died? Or- or when you were in such a dark fucking place you were doing shit that would kill you?" You let a tear slip.

you talked to her when we were together loved you at your worst

He just stood there, saying nothing, with teary eyes.

"I ASKED YOU! I ASKED you who she was. I saw the notifications on your phone. I heard the phone ring at late times in the night. Did you sleep with her? While you were sleeping with me?" tears were rolling down your cheeks, and it was starting to get hard to breathe.

"We never slept together, y/n, but," He says with a sigh

"But? But what?" You ask, aggressively wiping the tears from your face.

"We only kissed a few times." He tilts his head down and stares at the floor. And you laugh, a sad, tearful, broken, laugh.

"Fuck off." You told him.

"Y/n... I never meant to hurt you." He spoke softly.

"What's the point, Peter? I'm in love with yet another guy who ends up cheating on me. Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? I mean there has to be right?"

"Y/n there's nothing wrong with you-" He starts, but you physically can't hear the excuses so you cut him off.

"Just get your stuff and get out." and he did what you said. While he walked to your bedroom to get his clothes you grabbed a bottle of rum out of your freezer and just drank. Eventually, he left and you fully broke down.

The next day, MJ came to check on you. Luckily she had a spare key because there was no way you were leaving that couch. She brought some food for both of you to eat for dinner.

"He cheated. Or should I say "We only kissed a few times"?" You say as she sits down next to you.

"Are you fucking serious?" she rolls her eyes. "At least you know now. Even if the truth makes me want to murder him." She says. "Could be worst." You nod your head.

"Yeah," you laugh, "I could be pregnant." You say, and Michelle looks over at you like she's seen a ghost.

"But you're not... right?" She asks.

"No, thank god. I got my period on schedule today." You say, taking a slice of pizza out of the box.

"Holy shit y/n. Don't do that again. Thought we were about to have to raise a baby today." She laughs making you laugh. A few minutes of quiet, the only sound coming from the movie playing on your TV.

"I have to go get me shit from his place." You say.

"What shit do you have there?" She asks.

"Some clothes, phone charger, a small jewelry box," you reply

"Whats in the jewelry box?"Michelle asks, grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Just a few rings like 3 or 4, and a necklace my mom gave me." You say taking another bite.

"I'll go with you, to pick up your shit."

"Okay, thanks. But I don't wanna go today, maybe give it a week to two to cool down on my part. If I see him I might cry on sight." you say, and she nods.

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A week and a half later you and Michelle drove over to Peter's apartment. Apartment 12A. MJ knocks on the door for you and someone that's not Peter answers. She's tall and has long platinum blonde hair.

"Can I help you?" she asks, and it must have clicked in both your, and Michelle's head at the same time. This is Gwen. MJ pusses her way past Gwen and pulls you along with her.

ain't it funny remember i brought her up and you told me i was paranoid

"Hey! You can't just walk in like this" She yells, but MJ ignores her. MJ leads you to the room that toy and Peter used to share when you were over at his place. He shares it with her now. You couldn't believe he just ran to her the second you broke up. He probably fucked her for support or something like that the same night too. You and MJ got inside the bedroom and saw Peter standing there.

"Hey?" He says in a confused tone.

"We came to pick up her stuff dipshit." Michelle answers.

"Oh yeah, sure go ahead." He says awkwardly.

"Babe they just barged in." Gwen stomps her foot.

"It's okay Gwen. That's Y/n and her friend Michelle, they're just gonna pick up the last of her stuff." Peter says.

"Oh, Y/n?" She looks at you, talking about you, not to you." I was right when I said she wasn't good enough for you. Who dresses like that anyways?" You roll your eyes and actually look at her. She's wearing a white tennis skirt and a familiar purple hoodie that has a small white heart on the chest.

"Don't start shit," Peter says to her.

“That’s my hoodie.” you look at her neck and see a necklace your mom gave you. “And that's my necklace.” you look over at Peter “You gave her my necklace? You know my mom gave me that before she died. What the fuck Peter,” you say.

“I didn’t give her shit. She must have found it in your jewelry box.”

“Sorry I didn’t know.” Gwen scoffs, taking off the necklace and giving it to you.

“No, you didn't know. You don’t know anything about me, or him. You don’t know half the shit we’ve been through. You just had to come along and wreck the ONE stable thing that I’ve ever had. And then you want to take my shit and judge me? I'm wearing black fucking sweatpants and a plain blue shirt. Sorry, I'm not wearing Ralph fucking Lauren to my ex-boyfriend's house to pick up all the shit I had here, because he said forever and didn't mean it."

god i wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you

Gwen just looked at you, and she kind of looked guilty. And Peter, Peter looked like shit.

"Can you just do me one favor? Just answer one question." You say, and Gwen nods her head hesitantly. "Where you guys fucking before we broke up?" you ask, and your voice cracks a little. Gwen looks down at the ground and Peter jerks his head over to her.

"Yes." She says. Michelle scoffs and grabs one of the bookbags you guys stuffed your things into. You look over at Peter.

"But just kissing right?" You shake your head, and Peter reaches out to touch you and explain himself.

"y/n-" but you cut him off.

"You know what, save it." He nods and you crack a smile. "What's that one thing that Lizzo says? "So you can tell your friends: Shoot your shot when you see 'em It's OK," I would tell you to tell Harry that but, he's already in my DMs" you wink and MJ laughs and Peters dropped jew. You pick up the other book bag and walk out of the apartment with Michelle.

When you get to the car you pop the trunk and MJ is the first to speak,

"So, Harry's in your DMs?" She asks.

"When he found out I ended thing with Peter, he texted me and asked if I wanted him to be his rebound. I almost took him up on it. I mean, he kinda looks like James Franco." you say and close the trunk. She laughs and both of you get in the car and drive back to your apartment.

Maybe you will take Harry up on his offer...

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Songs I’d listen to when they’re in the car - Spiderverse

Michelle Jones

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

All I wanted - Paramore

All The Things She Said - t.A.T.u

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

Miss Nothing - Pretty Reckless

Verbatim - Mother Mother

Can’t Get Over You - Joji

Mary Jane

Hella Good - No Doubt

Smile - Lily Allen

Yellow - Coldplay

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

More Than a Woman - Aaliyah

Lose Yourself - Eminem

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé

Gwen Stacy

Can’t Stand Me Now - The Libertines

Float On - Modest Mouse

Digital Witness - St. Vincent

If You Wanna - The Vaccines

1901 - Pheonix

Here It Goes Again - OK Go

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machines

Ribs - Lorde

Ned Leeds

Jane Says - Jane’s Addiction

The Distance - CAKE

When I Come Around - Green Day

You Oughta Know - Alanis Morrisette

Beverly Hills - Weezer

Young Folks - Peter Bjorn and John

Santeria - Sublime

Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind

Harry Osborn (Raimi)

Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down

Banquet - Bloc Party

Apply Some Pressure - Maximo Park

My Doorbell - The White Stripes

Only - Nine Inch Nails

Renegades of Funk - Rage Against The Machine

Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones

Harry Osborn (TASM)

Runaway Train - Soul Asylum

Mr. Jones - Counting Crows

Disarm - Smashing Pumpkins

Are You Gonna Go My Way - Lenny Kravitz

Girls & Boys - Blur

Wonderwall - Oasis

Sunday Morning - No Doubt

One Headlight - The Wallflowers

Peter Parker (TASM)

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

Start Choppin’ - Dinosaur Jr

People Are Strange - The Doors

Changes - David Bowie

Whip It - DEVO

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

Life In The Fast Lane - The Eagles

Peter Parker (Raimi)

Isolation - Joy Division

Ashes To Ashes - David Bowie

Homosapien - Pete Shelley

Making Plans For Nigel - XTC

I Melt With You - Modern English

Starman - David Bowie

The Passenger - Iggy Pop

Lola - The Kinks

Peter Parker (MCU)

1979 - The Smashing Pumpkins

Hold The Line - TOTO

Say It Ain’t So - Weezer

Once In A Lifetime - Talking Heads

Sabotage - Beastie Boys

Barracuda - Heart

Mississippi Queen - Mountain

My Sharona - The Knack

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