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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 // 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

brow  furrows  slightly  and  gwen  almost  feels  like  shaking  mj  by  the  shoulders.    confusion  spreading  across  her  features.    then  disdain.    for  a  flicker  of  a  second.    why  in  the  world  was  mj  choosing  to  be  poetic  now?    when  they  were  literally  in  the  face  of  death.

        ❝  𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐣,  𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲?    𝐢  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐢’𝐦  𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.    𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐢  𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.    𝐧𝐨𝐰.    𝐢  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝.    𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐭  𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨.    𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐠𝐞𝐭.    𝐨𝐮𝐭.    𝐨𝐟.    𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  ❞

the  look  she  sends  mj  means  she’s  serious.    this  was  dangerous  enough.    and  she  was  already  worried  about  peter’s  safety.    mj’s  made  her  stomach  twist  even  more  because  of  how  un-superhuman  mj  is.

        ❝  𝐢  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐭.    𝐢  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  ❞

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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

@fallencrowns​

          she’s nervous.  why is she nervous?  her fingers curled tight around the handle of her suitcase as she walks through the tunnel towards the airport terminal.  it felt so strange to return to new york after four years in england.  it had been hard, being away from peter.  but living her dream in england while attending oxford university was incredible.  and made the long-distance relationship with peter, a little easier.

          with each step closer to the gate, gwen’s excitement growing.  rounding a corner and letting her eyes scan the group of people waiting.  looking for his face.  and when she sees it -- god.  it’s like everything within her melts.  vision already blurring with tears.  rushing over to him and wrapping her arms around him tightly.  they’d hardly been able to see each other while she was gone.

         ❝ hi -- hi ... ❞          slightly breathless as tears fall.          ❝ i missed you so much ❞

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

@museswithattitude​

          it all happens so fast.  she’s being touched, and tugged at, and she can feel herself panicking.  and then -- she’s been shoved out of the way and is barely able to collect herself as she sees the hurried fight that breaks out.  a few moments passing before she realises who has come to her rescue.  eyes widening slightly.          ❝ sam!  sam -- stop! ❞          voice raising as she makes her way over to him.  trying to grab hold of his arm to pull him back.  she didn’t need somebody dying tonight.

         ❝ just -- just leave it!  i’m fine! ❞          it’s not all that convincing.  and one look at her would give away the truth that she’s really fucking shaken up.  but right now she just wants sam.  just wants his comfort.  even if she doesn’t deserve it.  even if, after what she did, he has every right to never want to speak to her again.

          a few tears fall after a moment.  her desperate attempts to wipe them away proving futile.          ❝ please just -- just leave it ❞          i don’t deserve to be rescued.

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃

“ it’s okay to be confused . nobody has all the answers . ”

          lips tug downwards slightly.  gaze falling away from harry as she clutches at the damp tissue between fingers.  tears blurring her vision once more.  threatening to continue to spill.  giving her barely any relief from the constant, body shaking sobs.          ❝ i just ---  why wasn’t i good enough?  why didn’t i mean enough to him? ❞

          sure, gwen was the one that called things off this time.  but she was hurting.  fed up with constantly watching peter tear himself apart with guilt.  over and over again.  acting like something was undoubtedly going to happen to her.  as if she’d be thrust into danger immediately.  it just wasn’t the case.  and she was tired of never feeling like she was enough for spider-man.  who always seemed to be making reasons to leave.

         ❝ i loved him ... so much.  i love him ....  so much.  why doesn’t he want to fight for me? ❞          her words devolving into shaking, small cries.  bringing knees to her chest.  wrapping arms almost around herself.  trying to hold all her broken pieces together.          ❝ what’s wrong with me?❞

@sacrifiices​​

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

@the-fearless-devil​

          brow knits into a furrow.  gwen looking over matt’s masked features.          ❝ oh please, i’m not doing anything wrong! ❞          a sense of hurt laced beneath her words.  like a child being scolded.  she thought she was doing a good job at being one of these heroes.  so what if bad people got hurt along the way?          ❝ besides, he kind of almost stabbed you.  i think he deserves a little punch to knock him down a few pegs ❞          one problem.  gwen stacy probably had no real ability to fight against the likes of matt’s enemies.  after all, her only superpower was making it to work on time, with a coffee, after sleeping through an alarm.

[labcoatblondie-archived]

𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓:

“I’m going to carry you, now, ok?”  

          features scrunch up at the wave of pain that crashes over her.  she’d actually much prefer that she just stay here forever.  laying on the cold ground.  somehow that was more comfortable than any movement.  no matter how careful.  the rational part of her mind is switched off, entirely.  and maybe she should be concerned about that.  but right now, all she could think about was the pain.  the thudding, pounding ache that keeps travelling down from her head ... to her neck.  through her back.  it’s nauseating.  ❝ not yet ❞  a whisper.  she really wants to just ... close her eyes.  ❝ i just -- want to stay here ❞  

@followhope​

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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

@osbirthed​

          ❝ she’s been dancing with the devil all night.  it’s like hell is where she wants to be ❞