Fanfiction of The Amazing Spider-Man. Follows The Movie. Read book 1, "Spider-Man - Love, Peter" if you want, but this could, if you really wanted, be read independently. - So, this is technically where our story began, not with Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, and Peter Parker; that boy who sucked the multiverse into one universe, yeah him. Our story begins with Mary Jane Wattson and her Peter Parker. The 'Amazing Spider-Man' of Queens, New York. At roughly 17 she starred as an intern for Oscorp Industries. Having been an intern there since her sophomore year. She was intelligent and sharp tongued, and she was in love with one invisible Peter Parker. 🕷 All Characters but my envisionment of Mary Jane and her parents, belong to Marvel and Stan Lee.

IT 2017, fanfiction. (Originally wrote in 2021, but has since been edited and made better) - Mike HanlonxOC. - Follows The Films events. - Baye Bowers is a 13-year-old girl that was born and raised in the small town of Derry Maine. She was automatically tagged a bad person for being related so closely with Henry Bowers, her older brother. She took mind to it, trying to show people she wasn't like him. Then she met them, the Losers. And then she met him---Mike Hanlon. The center of her brother's terror upon Derry.

Dabi Fanfic (My AU) Dark Romance Mafia Type Shit. Age Gap, 15 years, 25-40. Finally, finally luck had hit me, from almost dying to being helped by a stranger. A stranger I wish I never met. A stranger that fucked up my life even more, a stranger that was like the very drug schools warn you to stay away from. And yet, I never listened, not even now as a fully grown woman. My 12-year-old self is rolling in her grave. Season 1 - Finished, 17 Chapters. Season 2 - Ongoing.

Follows The Show. The Walking Dead. Romance. I was about 30 when outbreak day happened. It was like a zoo with animals on the run. Flailing limbs and screams as people were bit into by the infected. Military flying in, driving up. Shooting civilians who weren't even bitten or infected. I was with my sister when it all hit, I was picking her up for lunch, we ended up on the outskirts of Atlanta.

(Andrew Garfield Spider-Man) Spider-man No Way Home. Follows the film. Book one. (Sequels out on my profile) - New York, 2012; I lay still on the gravel, debris sprawled out around me. Thick clouds of dust and smoke fill the air as I cough, a cold liquid dripping down my lips. "MJ! Hey... hey you're okay." Peter rushes out, dropping down next to me hurriedly taking off his mask. His brown hair a mess as he looks at me with concern. "I'm okay... don't... don't worry." he smiles at me, tears in his beautiful brown eyes. I felt his left hand firmly press down on my stomach making me let out a pained cry. "I'll get you help... stay with me. Please just stay awake Mary." He goes to lift my body, but I stop him, cupping his face. My body contorting in pain at his attempts. "Shh... It's okay, just be with me." I whisper my eyes drooping shut, suddenly exhausted, all the struggle, the pain. He lets out a cry holding onto my upper half. "I'll be okay... we'll be okay." I cough harshly a copper taste filling my mouth. "Don't leave me. God please I need you," I smile at him with the most love I could conjure, I pet his bloody cheek and lean up as far as I could manage kissing him. Why couldn't I do my job. I didn't and now I'm here with three holes in my stomach, staring at the man I love as I crush his soul. "I love you, my Peter Parker." I almost whimper out in a pained wheeze. "I love you..." he repeated it over and over pressing his forehead to mine, I squeeze his hand and hold his face. His nose pressing to mine lightly as his breath fanned my lips. "Find me, Pete... I'll be waiting for you." I whisper as he kisses my head, his tears cold as they slipped in with my own.

"What? No! You can't!" I rushed out looking between both men as Dabi sighed wanting to argue but knew it would go nowhere. He glanced at misty with a look as a black portal opened Dabi reached for my arm, but I flinched away from him as I looked at Shigaraki broken, betrayed and a little lost. - "Doll!?" I knew at that point he'd heard me, and the walls shook as he slammed himself against the door. I heard him grunt as the door cracks and falls open slamming into the sink. He steps over the door and rushes to the bathtub. - "Am I not enough? What about me isn't enough for you Dabi? Is it the scar? Or am I just fucking ugly?" I slur out, stumbling over my own feet as I stand in front of his bedroom door. - Dabi x Female OC - Mature Themes. - Three season book.

Based off Hotel Transylvania. Short story. Romance. Book 1 - Zinged Fate. Could be read independently if you truly wanted to, but I'd recommend reading the first book. - I rush through the forest on foot, Emery right behind me as I panic. "Dennis!" I yell out and Emery stops me. "You need to calm down, your panicking." I glare at him and shove his hands off. "Really?" I push forward and keep calling my sons name out. I breathe heavily as I let out a small sob. How'd this happen? How did he slip away with Winnie without anyone at the party seeing? Emery grabs my shoulders and squeezes them as I felt my knees buckle below me-I press my hands into my eyes, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have lost it on mom or Johnny." I brush my hair away from my sweaty and tear stained face as I twist my face to look around us. "We have to keep looking. He has to be somewhere." Emery silently pulls me in and holds me to him. I felt any of what I had left blocking my emotions out break as I let out a sob and more followed as I balled up my brothers jacket in my hands. How could I let this happen, why'd I agree to invite that sick man to my sons birthday. God why. "Emery we-we have to keep going." I pull away and drag him with me as I focus on the task at hand, a freezing hand coming up from my side as I wipe my tears with my hand roughly.

Based off of hotel Transylvania. Romance. Short Story. Book 1. The Count is the sequel to this story. - I tense up as Maven spins me around to face him. His eyes glistening with salty tears, or what I presume to be. Johnny stays hunched behind me, his shoulders shaking as he holds back his own tears. I stare at Maven, my heart felt like it was being crushed at the site of his broken expression. "Is it true? Are you a human?" I look down and sigh, the grayish pale makeup on my hands smeared showing my natural skin. "Yes." He sucks in a sharp breath as he places his hands gently on mine pulling them up between our bodies. "I don't care, I still wanna be with you." he lets go of one hand and cups my face in the other. I couldn't help but smile softly as his eyes lit up, a gentle loving smile on his face as he rubs a finger on my cheek. I look past him towards Dracula's fear filled eyes. I felt my throat close up when I realized what I had to do. I pull Maven's hand away from my face and release our laced fingers stepping back. I avert my eyes and glare at the ground. "I-I don't want to be with you. Because you're a blood sucking monster. I hate monsters." I seethe out, all the anger in my tone directed at myself. My heart in my throat when feel Johnny grab my wrist pulling me away from Maven, his eyes widen just slightly as a single tear drips down his pale face. "You don't mean that." he utters, his voice shaking. "Goodbye Maven." I force a stern tone to my voice as I don't spare him a glance, Johnny pulling me out of the ballroom. When the doors slam shut behind me I let my emotions go. I let out a sob that wracked my body in full tremors. I fall into Johnny's side as he sighs and squeezes my shoulder walking us both out of the main entrance to the hotel. - Viewer Discretion Advised, how? because I wrote it.

I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.