Briar

Summary: Read prologue here! Enemies to lovers slowburn bitches, we’re kicking off this series with a classic fight scene and sexual tension.

Warnings: Swearing, sparring, peter’s kind of a dick, well, they both are but-

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader/Stark!Reader

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark (father&daughter), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, brief Sam Wilson - mentions of all Avengers

Word count: 2.9k

Disclaimer/TW: This is a work of fiction. It is based on the tragedy that took place September 11th in 2001, but I was not there, and the people in this story do not actually exist. I do not wish to offend or bring pain to anyone, so if this subject/date is personal and painful to you, please do not read it, thank you!

Feedback is greatly appreciated (:

September 11th, 2011

I can feel it. The stares are burning a hole through my back. The quiet whispers fade away as I get closer. They are all watching, the people dressed in black. They are staring me down, taking me inn, tripping around me as though I might attack them if they get too close. Making small talk, not asking the big questions, afraid that I’m a ticking bomb who will explode if they say too much. Ten years ago, something horrible happened, and I was only one out of thousands of people affected by it. But I became famous in the neighborhood:

The Girl Who Survived

10 years earlier

“Soph, are you coming? We’re going to be late!” my dad yells from the kitchen. Year seven at our school has the day off, and my dad doesn’t want me to be home alone, so he’s decided to bring me to work with him. “Coming dad!” I yell back as I run down the stairs. My dad works at the World Trade Center, and his office is in what he calls the ‘Tower Two’. I’ve never been in his office before, but I know that he works in the upper floors.

We arrive at approximately 8 AM. We have to take the elevator up, and when we step out of it, I am completely speechless. There are windows everywhere, and as I stand in front of one, it feels like I can see the whole world. I begin walking around and admire everything, when I hear my dad chuckle behind me. “You like it?” he asks me. “I love it”, I tell him, “you’re so lucky you get to see this view almost every day!” When I turn around, I notice he’s holding something behind his back. “What’s that?” I ask him. He smiles and holds out a sunflower. “A flower for a flower”, he says as he puts it behind my ear. I smile brightly up at him, before giving him a big hug.

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Posting on Reddit, he said: ‘First things first, let me say that I’ve never thought of myself as being discriminatory before. I had a gay friend in high school and we made it through some tough times together, I never felt weird about him dating a guy. So all of this is coming out of nowhere.

‘”Alex” has been my roommate for one year, and I pretty much knew upfront about him being gay. At some point we became friendly enough with each other that we could even joke about it, as in, sometimes he’ll pretend to flirt with me and I’ll pretend to flirt back. I’m straight and he knows that, but I don’t feel threatened by him flirting with me and he says most straight guys do.

‘The problems started because of this: Alex brings guys home sometimes. At the start I thought I was okay with it, since it’s really not my business who he sleeps with. He’s usually discreet enough about it that I don’t see/hear anything I wouldn’t want to see/hear from anyone else, but for some reason I’ve started feeling weird if I even see him with other guys.

‘I don’t know when it started but one time that really sticks out to me is when I came home and saw him and some guy making out on the couch. I don’t know how to describe what it was like to see that, except that for a moment I felt so bad I thought I was going to throw up. Alex was embarrassed (he didn’t think I’d be back for a while), but I told him it was okay since I was embarrassed too.

‘I felt bad for being as disgusted as I was, since there’s NO good reason for me to have a reaction like that. I thought maybe they just caught me by surprise and that’s why I reacted so strongly, but it turned out it wasn’t a one-time thing. After that, every time he has a guy over (not that often, but every once in a while) I just start feeling like shit and wishing that guy would leave, and I can’t stop thinking about what these guys might have done to him even though I don’t want to imagine that. It makes me really uncomfortable and grossed out. And these are just guys he fools around with, I don’t know what I’d do if he ends up getting an actual boyfriend.

‘Alex has started to notice and it’s affecting our friendship. The other day I came home right when some guy was about to leave, and the guy tried to be polite to me but I ended up being rude to him (don’t remember what I said, but it was really obvious I was pissed). When the guy left, Alex asked me why I was being an asshole. I didn’t know what to say, but then he asked if I had a problem with him sleeping with other guys. I said no. For some reason that pissed him off more and he said I can’t complain since I used to bring my fuckbuddy over and he was forced to see me being affectionate with her sometimes. (I was in an FWB situation with a girl in the early days of me and Alex living together, but I broke it off after a few months and I haven’t done anything with anyone since.) I agreed with him and told him I was just having a bad day and I don’t care who he sleeps with, but he looked more upset and told me he’s going to a friend’s place to cool off. I said okay. When he was leaving for some reason he casually said, “and you’ll be okay if I sleep with him as long as I do at his place and not ours, right?” Or something like that. I told him it’s none of my business what he does at someone else’s place, but when he said that I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

‘He didn’t show up later that night even though he was supposed to hang out with me and my sister. He’s never blown me off before and it made me feel like shit, but part of it was my fault since I made him feel like I was judging him for sleeping with guys. Now he’s acting like nothing happened but I’m worried I might mess things up if it happens again. I want to keep him as a friend, but he’d be hurt if he knew that whenever I think about him with other guys it disgusts me.

‘How do I deal with this? I’ve never been homophobic but I’ve suddenly developed some kind of homophobia where just the idea of my roommate’s sex life makes me uncomfortable. And I don’t react like this to other gay people either, it’s just Alex. I don’t know if this means I’m only okay with gay people as long as I’m not living with them or what. Does anyone else have experience with this? I want to get over myself and stop whatever this is, but if I can’t I’m going to have to leave since the last thing I want to do is hurt Alex, and if I stay here and keep automatically judging him for his lifestyle that’s what’s going to happen.

‘tl;dr: Roommate is gay, I am not but I thought I was okay with him being gay until I realised I feel crappy when I see him with other guys and it’s started to affect our friendship. How to deal with this/stop being such a dick?’

One Redditor asked: ‘Are you sure that weird feeling isn’t jealousy…? i mean, this only seems to revolve around Alex specifically.’

And Mike responded: ‘I thought about that, but I don’t know what I’m meant to be jealous of. He definitely has a more active sex life than I do, but reacting like this to something like that seems really strange and irrational.’

The Redditor responded: ‘Yeah i thought maybe you don’t like seeing Alex with other people because you want his attention to yourself?’

‘The day I made the post, I met up with my sister Laura [24F] and I showed her the post. She read the whole thing and called me an oblivious walnut and said it sounds like I have a crush on Alex. The same conclusion some of you came to in the original post.

‘Anyway, she talked me through it and we confirmed I’m not as straight as I thought I was. She also pointed out something in my original post, where I said the more I tried to reassure him I didn’t mind who he slept with, the more he got upset. Also: how he brought my old FWB situation into it. I just thought he was understandably mad with me for being an asshole, but Laura thought it sounded like maybe Alex wanted me to be jealous? We moved on from that topic pretty quickly, though, since I couldn’t really handle the implications of that when I’d JUST started to understand that I like this guy.

‘The next few days were mostly me sitting on my ass trying to wrap my head around everything. I was scared of messing up our friendship and losing him, but I was even more scared that I might just let this pass without saying anything and then he gets a boyfriend and I have to see him with another guy…etc. Because if that happened I would probably have to end it anyway, since as we’ve established, I’m not great at dealing with him being with other guys.

‘Probably could have planned it better, but I told him. Right after a Tarantino marathon, if anyone’s interested, since nothing says romance like graphic violence. I told him I’ve been such a dick because I was jealous. I don’t think he got what I was getting at because he just laughed a little and said I didn’t have to be jealous since it wasn’t like I’d have any trouble finding people to sleep with me. No clue how I explained, it’s a blur. Luckily he saw how nervous I was so he knew I was serious.

‘We talked. Long story short: all that flirting was real, but Alex didn’t have any hope of it going further because of me being an oblivious “straight” guy. So he’s been trying to get over me. He laughed really hard when I told him about how I mistook my jealousy for homophobia, and he teased me by saying he’d never expected me to be the jealous type. Then again, we both ended up laughing a lot of out of nervousness and awkwardness. I’ve never seen him like that before since he’s usually pretty confident. In the end we agreed to maybe try something out, and we kissed. Never kissed anyone with a beard before, so…interesting experience, but also really good. (Plot twist: it turns out I don’t have any problem with Alex kissing guys if it’s me he’s kissing.)

‘Since then we’ve kind of been easing into the whole dating thing, I guess? I know this place is wary about roommate relationships and I get why, but it’s been great so far. We had our first proper date last weekend and it was incredible, though a bit weird since we’ve done that a thousand times already and this time there was a new context. At home we still do our normal thing, but sometimes we get distracted. Last night I almost burned dinner because I had to kiss him and we got kind of carried away, haha. We’re taking the whole sex thing slow though since I’ve never done anything with another guy before.

‘I’m a little worried about coming out to my family and my other friends, especially since this is almost as new for me as it would be for them. My parents are very openminded and my mom especially loves Alex. But I have some more conservative family members on my dad’s side, and I can already imagine them blaming Alex for turning me gay. They can also be pretty racist (Laura’s boyfriend is Latino so she knows all about that) and Alex is mixed. It’s something to think about in the longterm, I guess. Alex has said he doesn’t expect me to jump out of the closet right away, but if we end up calling ourselves a couple then I’m not going to keep him a secret or anything.

‘So…we’re trying. And I am not a homophobe, and nobody needed therapy. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy, and I never would have expected this when I made that first post. It’s a good thing some of you picked up on the actual problem and tried to get it through to me despite me being an oblivious walnut, so…thanks, guys.’

pope heyward + text posts

+ bonus

I saw a thread on Twitter about Marvel’s cast as John Mulaney quotes, but I can’t find it to give it credit! I’m so sorry :( Also: this photos aren’t mine, got them from Google, if you recognize one’s that yours pls send me a message so i can give proper credits.

- John B.

- JJ:

- Pope:

- Kie: 

- Sarah:

- Rafe:

- Topper:

- Ward:

- Shoupe:

- Barry:

- Heyward:

You must be new to fanfic.

Are you really trying to tell me that you’ve never read a story that has mentioned “you” as having “blue eyes” “blonde hair” “flushing pink with embarrassment” “pink nipples” “creamy skin”? If you are indeed trying to tell me that, then you are an absolute, 100%, bold faced liar.

Every. Single. Piece. Of. Fanfic. Is. Written. With. White. Women. In. Mind.

You wanna know how I know every single piece of fanfic is written with white women in mind other than the descriptors that are used? Take a look at the graphics made for them. You’d notice that a good portion of them that feature “you”, are always pictures of white women.

Fake marriage au? A picture of a white woman in a wedding dress is used.

One night stand leads to reader/“you” getting pregnant? A picture of a blonde, blue eyed toddler is used.

Bucky finally proposes to “you”? A picture of a white hand with an engagement ring is used.

If I was being really petty, I’d link the stories/graphics I’m talking about. I came across every example I just mention last night while perusing this hellsite and that’s not very inclusive, is it anon?

I have to ask you, have you ever sent this type of ask to a white writer who has used “blue eyes” “blonde hair” and “white skin” in their stories? Have you ever asked a white writer who has used a picture of a white women, or a white kid, or two white people holding hands, why they’re being so exclusive?

Of course you haven’t.

Do you wanna know why you haven’t sent this type of ask to a white writer? It’s because you don’t really care about inclusivity. You don’t care about what picture is used or what descriptors are used until it doesn’t describe or depict YOU. Then, and ONLY then, do you care about someone being inclusive/exclusive.

On to the next point, I specify a “particular color” because we as black women, along with Asian woman, Latina women, Indian women... (I could keep going) have been EXCLUDED from fanfic since the dawn of time and I AM TIRED OF IT.

I’m also tired of dealing with these stupid, racist asks.

The point of the matter is, you do in fact understand why I make the reader a particular color, it just bothers you. It bothers you when you come across things that don’t cater to you. It bothers you that I’ve depicted these handsome, strong, Adonis like men being in love with black women, because society has told you that white women are the epitome of beauty and are the high standard. It bothers you when you across something that states to opposite. It bothers you because, God forbid, a good looking white man chooses a black or brown women over you.

I write specifically for black women. Period. End of story.

Every person - men, women, black, white, Asian, Latina, LGBTQ - can read and enjoy my stuff. I just want them to know that it’s not for them. It’s for me, and every girl that looks like me. And, if they aren’t racists and bigots, they’ll understand why I do what I do, and why it’s important.

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

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Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

the first result isn’t always the one you’re looking for but when you press enter it’ll give you a ton of words related to your query that’ll probably have what you’re wanting, or something better

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Not my gif! Credits to the amazing owner. Summary: yesterday I watched The Notebook and I thought it would be cute to write a JJ fic based on it!  This is 100% inspired in the Notebook so credits to the wonderful Nicholas Sparks! Also I kinda used Grammarly for this (go ahead you can make fun of me lamo) so I’m hoping the grammar’s better than my other writings. 

JJ x reader

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Your right hand played with the expensive pearls decorating your neck while as you waited patiently outside the Cameron’s residence. You took a few seconds to admire your surroundings before sighing and letting your body rest against the handle of your heavy suitcase.

The Cameron’s house had a great view of the beach. You could smell the salty water all the way from here, and hear the heavenly sound of the waves crashing. You could easily get used to this.

It had been a few years since the last time you visited the Outer Banks, you had forgotten how peaceful it could get. If you were completely honest, you’ve always liked the island better than the mainland. Life was less stressful here.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an all familiar squeal.

“Y/N!” Your favorite cousin, also known as your best friend, engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug.

“Sarah I missed you!” You laughed lightly hugging the blonde back. It had been a few months since the last time you saw her.

The real reason why you stopped visiting the Outer Banks was that Sarah’s family liked going to the mainland, and your parents thought it was more convenient to have them over than to travel to the island. But being completely honest, the Outer Banks was one of your favorite places in the world. You missed it like crazy.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here! I swear I was going to lose my shit in this hell hole all by myself” your dear cousin exclaimed taking your luggage for you. 

“Oh come on Sarah, it can’t be that bad” you said as you both entered her big house.

“Oh but it is. Wheezie’s puberty is unbearable, and ever since I started dating John B. Rafe’s being an extra asshole” you chuckled at your best friend’s words. “Oh and don’t even get me started on Rose”

Sarah stood out like a thumb in her family. Your relatives had quite a reputation of being snobbish, but the eldest girl kinda swam against the current. In a way, Sarah was a lot like you. Both of you constantly questioned your privileges, but being completely honest, you had a hard time on stopping from benefiting from them. Wealthy hippies. Some would’ve called you. 

“I can’t wait to meet this John B. you’ve been telling me about!” You said trying to distract Sarah from her negative thoughts about her family. She looked like she needed a break.

“Oh he’s the greatest Y/N, you’ll love him!” Sarah exclaimed as you both made your way up to her room. “He’s funny, adventurous and such a gentleman-”

“Look at you! Is the Sarah Cameron in love?” You teased before throwing yourself at queen-sized bed.

“Oh don’t mind me! Go get comfy in my bed while I drag your heavy ass bag around” she chose to ignore your remark, still carrying your suitcase for you. 

“Stop being dramatic” you rolled your eyes as she dropped your bag besides the bed before sitting next to you. “Seriously though, when will I get to meet my best friend’s boyfriend?”

“Tonight. There’s a party at his house and we are going” she smirked. “We’ve got about thirty minutes to be ready so let’s go” Sarah smacked your arm playfully before jumping towards her wardrobe.

“Are you kidding me? Have you at least asked your dad for permission yet?” You asked knowing your cousin had a bit of a habit for getting you both into trouble.

“Ask me permission for what exactly?” Ward’s figure popped into the room. 

• • •

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, four pogues were already enjoying the beginning of what looked like a good night. JJ Maybank was sitting in the sandy ground with his friends, a red solo cup full of beer resting in his hand.

“-All I’m saying is I’m glad my girls are finally getting along” John B. said. 

JJ shared a look with Pope. Honestly, John B. could be an idiot sometimes. 

“Don’t push it. Sarah and I are trying to tolerate each other for your sake” Kie answered with an eye-roll. “Is she even coming anyway?” 

“Yeah, she’s just running a little late” 

“Or she finally realized what a dumbass you are and won’t show up” JJ teased earning a smack on the back of his head. “Ouch!”

“I don’t know guys, Jarah is kinda growing on me” Pope said out of the blue. 

“Jarah?!”

“-You did not just say that” 

“That’s why you’re my favorite Pope”

The sun was setting and the beach in front of the Chateau was getting packed by the minute. Kooks, pogues and tourons, all gathered around the only common taste they had: a keg. A big one at that, standing right in the middle of John B.’s backyard.

JJ had lost his friends about an hour ago while a touron flirted shamelessly with him. The thing was that JJ wasn’t in that mood tonight. So when the fake blonde girl throwing herself at him announced she had to go to the bathroom, JJ wasted no time on running away from her. 

He spotted John B. filling a cup at the keg, all by himself. 

“Your girl didn’t show up?” JJ threw his hands over his best friend’s shoulders in a brotherly way. 

“She did actually, jus needed a refill” John B. smirked motioning with his head towards Sarah and her crowd. 

John B.’s girlfriend was sitting in the Chateau’s porch, surrounded by kooks. Honestly, JJ didn’t get how his friend could stand it. He liked the Cameron girl alright, just not her crowd. But John B. had this weird deal with her where he promised to at least try to put up with her friends and family.

JJ was about to come up with a snarky remark when something, or rather someone caught his attention. 

In his eyes, you effortlessly stood out around the multitude. He’d never seen you before, he’d remembered if he did. There was no way in this world JJ could ever forget a face like that. 

You were laughing at something a prissy kook had said, and JJ had never longed to hear anything that bad in his life. 

Something about you just seemed to pull him in. 

“Who’s this girl with Sarah?” he asked casually to John B. He didn’t want to sound too interested.

“That’s Sarah’s cousin, her name’s Y/N Cameron. She’s here for the summer. Dad’s got more money than God” John B. shook his head with a smile on his face.

“Ah, a natural kook then” JJ grimaced. 

Of course, you were a kook. Everything about you screamed rich girl. You wore this red expensive-looking sundress, that exposed some seriously mouthwatering thighs. JJ was confident you had no idea of how you had half of the Outer Banks population drooling over you. 

“I’m not sure she cares about that at all. She’s pretty cool actually” John B. said and JJ had to bit his cheek for preventing himself from smiling at that. 

The brunette started to make his way towards his girlfriend with JJ hot on his feet. You were surrounded by kooks, and talking to you would make them absolutely mad. JJ could only smirk at the thought. What a way to kill birds with one stone.

• • •

You were having a great time so far. You had met Sarah’s boyfriend, which you thought was one of the coolest persons on the island, and you also got to hang out with some of her old friends. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your cousin making out with his boyfriend resulting in you shaking your head with a smile. 

You were too concentrated in your conversation with Kelce and his friends that you didn’t notice a certain blonde-haired guy making his way towards you. 

“You wanna grab a drink with me?” 

He completely caught you off guard. Your eyes widened as you stared briefly at him. He was no doubt the hottest guy you’ve seen in the Outer Banks so far. 

But there was something about him. The way he carried himself, he seemed so cocky. You knew he was probably expecting you to jump at the chance of spending some time with him as other girls would. 

You knew his type, and you certainly knew how to handle guys like him. 

“No.” You said confidently making the kooks around you snicker. 

“Why not?” he didn’t even seem fazed by your rejection, which bothered you even more.

“Cause I don’t want to” you were afraid he could read right through you. 

It wasn’t the fact that he looked like a pogue, you honestly didn’t give a damn about that. It was the fact that he seemed too full of himself. Someone had to put that guy in his place.

“She’s with us pogue” a guy you didn’t recognize said with cruelty making you frown. That’s the only thing you didn’t like about Outer Banks, the whole pogue vs. kook shit. 

“Care to get a drink with me Y/N?” Kelce asked. 

Your eyes didn’t leave the stranger’s blue ones as you smiled teasingly before answering “I’d love to”.

And with that, you walked away with Kelce and the others.

That probably was a first for him. Well deserved.

“She’s a tough one isn’t she?” you heard the blonde chuckle behind you making you smile. 

You guessed the stranger was probably talking to Sarah, who seemed awfully quiet during the whole thing.

Sarah rolled her eyes before chasing after you, dragging John B. with her. She caught you secretly looking back at the blonde stranger and smirked, letting go of her boyfriend’s hand and linking your arm in hers instead. She dragged you a bit further from the group.

“JJ Maybank” she silently said. 

“What?”

“The guy you’re ogling at, that’s JJ Maybank, John B’s friend” she teased. 

“I’m not ogling! Did you see the way he talked to me? Not even a ‘hello’ geez” you muttered. 

“Yeah, that’s JJ. I’m surprised he came over, with you hanging around the kooks and all. I think he likes you” your cousin smirked earning an eye-roll from you.

“I’ll never understand the kook vs pogue thing” you confessed out loud. 

“Then you’ll never understand the Outer Banks beautiful” Kelce annoyingly popped into your conversation before dragging you towards the keg. 

• • •

In JJ Maybank’s eyes, you were a strange mix between conservative and sexy. It drove him mad. He was once again left on his own, but this time his eyes searched through the crowd for you.

The pogue was known for being stubborn, so when he saw you sitting in old stairs at the porch talking away with Kelce, he couldn’t help but make his way towards you two. 

JJ plopped down in the tiny space that separated you from the kook, and he almost let out a laugh at your surprised gasp.

“Hey pogue what do you think you’re doing?” he heard Kelce’s angry voice but completely ignored it, turning his body towards you. 

“Hi. I’m JJ Maybank” he stuck out his right hand to you.

“So?” your cheeks adopted a scarlet color, which made him smirk. 

“So hello. It’s nice to meet you-”

“Maybank would you mind?” the kook didn’t know when to shut up did he? 

“Go out with me” it was a bold thing to say, but he was JJ Maybank. That’s what he did. 

“What?” your voice sounded beyond confused he almost barked out a laugh.

“Y/N you know this guy?” Kelce asked incredulously. 

“No, I don’t-”

“I would really like to take you out on a date” JJ insisted. 

“No” JJ was starting to think you were almost as stubborn as he was. 

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to” 

But you did want to. He could tell. During the last hour he had caught you at least five times staring at him, and two of those times you had gave him a teasing smile. Besides, you still hadn’t walked away from him, that had to mean something right? 

“She said no pogue, so why don’t you get out of here?” 

“Not until she agrees to go out with me” JJ looked at you expectantly. 

“No!” 

“Fine then… you leave me no other choice” he sighed before standing up. 

What he was about to do was pretty reckless, but nothing new. 

JJ expertly climbed through the nearest tree towards the Chateau’s roof and started dangling from it with one hand. 

It really was nothing new. John B. and he used to hang around the roof quite a lot as kids, though he had to admit, if he were to slip it would be a dangerous 14 feet fall that would probably end up in an injured arm or leg.

That caught your attention alright. You started to scream incoherently worried out of your mind.

People started to gather around the commotion. 

“JJ what the fuck are you doing?!” John B. yelled shaking his head. 

“JJ you’re gonna get yourself killed” Kie yelled out. Now that was an exaggeration. JJ chose to ignore his friends.

“One date Y/N that’s all I’m asking for” JJ laughed lightly. 

“JJ get down you idiot!” Sarah ordered. 

“Not until she agrees to go on a date with me” JJ yelled out. “Goddamit my hand is slipping!” he exaggerated, but still didn’t receive the answer he wanted from you. 

“Oh just go out with him honey! He’s not gonna stop” Pope pleaded.

“Fine! Fine, I’ll go out with you!” you freaked out.

“I don’t do any favors you know” 

“No! No! I want to” your tone was almost desperate, but JJ being JJ wanted a bit more.

“Say it” 

“I wanna go out with you!”

“Y/N” Kelce hissed but was ignored.

“Say it again”

“I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU!” Now that was probably heard by the whole island.

Satisfied JJ steadied himself so he was now hanging from both hands, reducing the risk of falling to the ground.

“Alright, alright, we’ll go out chill” he said smugly looking down at you. 

“Oh you think you’re so smart don’t you?” you said madly before making your way towards him.

JJ could feel your cold hands undoing the buttons of his pants, and not in the way he had fantasized about a few hours ago. “Please don’t do this”

You ignored his words, pulling down his pants so that he stood in his underwear before everyone at the party. Naturally, nobody could contain their laughter. 

“Not so cocky now are you?” you haunted.

 “I’m going to get back at you for that” he promised still dangling from the ceiling.

“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t” you laughed crossing your arms over your chest smugly. 

What a woman. 

• • •

I have to apologise… THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG! I am truly so sorry and I hate how this came out and it feels like a stupid filler and ugh. I hope you guys still love it. Again can’t thank you enough for all the support! Tagging all of you lovely people took nearly as long as writing this (just kidding) but you guys truly I Love you. In the next chapters be prepared for: angst and smut and a whole roller coaster of Rudy and Y/N.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: swearing? pretty harmless otherwise

Word count: 2,074 words

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.

[GIF not mine credits to owner]

The salty scent of chicken stock filled the apartment as you stirred the wooden spoon through your concoction clockwise. All bright lights were shut off except the one above the stove, lulling the place in darkness. You could barely make out the two suffering figures on the couch.

Photo credit: Me again. This time I made more of a Y/n x JJ lifestyle aesthetic with two of the pictures directly correlating with the chapter.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of murder, mentions of noncon touches

Words: 2262

Previously in part 3: Your detention slip and now permanent record may both read ‘abuser of hate speech’; on top of that JJ ditched the detention that you were meant to spend together. With mom working late, it’s easy to buckle down and finish homework, until that neglected plant on the fire escape distracts you from the task at hand. In hopes of revitalising the creature, you took a trip to your apartment’s rooftop only to find Spiderman had been watching your every move. Just like JJ, he ducked out of the scene without a trace.