Jim Gordon x Reader - Father/Daughter Relationship
Jerome Valeska x Reader - Past Friendship
Word Count: 1576
Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Violence, cursing (the usual),
Summary: Bruce and Jim’s reactions to Jerome’s message. Sort of Jim’s P.O.V.
Author’s Note: I decided to add this part for two reasons. 1) It is a bit different from how I normally write 2) I wanted to add more to the story. To show the parts that don’t directly involve the reader but still happen. I hope I did this part justice. I wanted to play around, but I’m more than willing to hear feedback for you all!
If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
Alfred had called Jim while you and Bruce got ready for the day. He told Jim that Bruce had a meeting with the company today and that they would be dropping you off at the GCPD within the hour. He was more than prepared for you to come.
Jim knew that you were always willing to help around the station, and they needed all the help they could get. That being said, he didn’t really let you out of his sight for too long. He was on alert along with a few of the other cops that he trusted. They didn’t know the whole situation, but they understood that if one of their own needed protection, they would deliver no questions asked.
Bruce came into the station with you on his arm, and Jim couldn’t help but smile. He really approved of your relationship. He knew Bruce, and he knew how good of a match he was for you. He and Bruce had also had a talk about what would happen if Bruce stepped out of line in any way. But Jim doubted that that would ever happen.
You and Jim worked on files for a majority of the day. He would fill out papers and put them in files, when he had a decent pile of them, you would run them to the necessary officers. He didn’t want to do much field work with you here. He trusted some of his buddies at the station, but he felt better being able to protect you himself as opposed to one of them taking that responsibility. While waiting for him to write, you would just sit there with your sketchbook and try to find inspiration to draw.
Jim got a phone call and you finally found an idea. Your favorite flower. Super simple but enough of a challenge for you since you hadn’t drawn in a while.
You had just begun to draw the base of it when Jim tapped your shoulder. There was a robbery on the other side of town that needed backup. He really didn’t need to tell you to stay safe, but he did anyways. A bit of a fatherly moment for Jim.
The robbery was handled well once backup came. It only took about an hour. It seemed too easily dealt with. Jim began thinking of possible scenarios in his head. He was interrogating one of the felons that they had managed to restrain. He was dressed in a crazy outfit with face paint all over him, making him look like a clown. No doubt a follower of Jerome.
Prompt: In this story, Avengers Universe and X-Men Universe finally collide together during the Avengers’ Civil War.
Warnings: Some swearing
A couple of notes before you begin. You’re gonna need Google translator for Romanian, because putting what they were saying in english didn’t look as good. Second, there isn’t a submit in your name box, because weirdly enough I didn’t need to put in (Y/N). Anyways, enjoy! - I.M.
(Edit: I realized how douchy that was so I put in subtitles.)
Steve, adorned in his Captain America suit, held open the door open to a rundown apartment in Bucharest, Romania for you as you trotted into the room. You lowered your head and sniffed around the room. You glanced up at him and noticed that he was watching you silently.
“He’s not here. His scent is a couple hours old.” You took a look around the room and Steve walked around you towards the refrigerator.
“Why is she still a dog?” Sam asked through Steve’s earpiece and you rolled your eyes.
‘Because I don’t want to be recognized and taken back to the UN.’ You telepathically answered Sam’s question, because you don’t have an earpiece because you were, you know, a dog.
“Can you tell her to stop doing that? It’s … weird.” Sam asked and Steve demanded, “Focus up, Sam.”
“Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces, approaching from the south.” Sam told him and your ears twitched.
‘Someone’s here.’ You thought to yourself and glanced behind you to meet the eyes of James Buchanan Barnes former Winter Soldier.
Your eyes widened as you moved slightly closer to Steve while you looked over Bucky’s form.
He was wearing a hoody, baseball hat, dark wash jeans and boots. His dark eyes looked you over and his face showed no emotion.
“Understood.” Steve responded and you accidentally bumped into the back of his legs while moving away from a man you didn’t personally know.
Steve looked down at you and you pointed your nose at Bucky. Steve’s eyes followed to where you were pointing and he lowered the journal he was looking through.
“Do you know me?” Steve asked and you moved a couple of steps to Steve’s left.
Bucky watched you for a moment before answering, “You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.” His eyes dropped to you and you sat down with a tilt of your head. “You look quite familiar.”
Your head jerked back in surprise and you accidentally asked, “What do you mean?”
Bucky didn’t look surprised that a dog just spoke to him. In fact, there was a whisper of a smile that tugged at a corner of his mouth. “I had a feeling it was you.”
You glanced at Steve and he looked as confused as you were. You took a sidestep towards him and planted yourself down.
“They’ve set the perimeter.” You heard Sam report through Steve’s earpiece and Steve set down the journal on the island in the open kitchen.
“I know you’re nervous and you have every reason to be, but you’re lying.” ‘About the museum? Really, Steve? Out of all that that’s the one thing that caught your attention?’ You wanted to say to him, but decided against it. ‘Or about him recognizing me? Shit, I’m confused.’
“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky ‘Straight To The Point’ Barnes.
“They’re entering the building.” Sam reported and you sniffed the air. ‘Oh yeah, a whole lot of gunfire is heading in our direction, Steve.’
“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now and they’re not planning on taking you alive.” Steve stepped up and your eyes moved to Bucky.
“That’s smart. Good strategy.” Bucky retorted and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“What? You’re just gonna lay down and die?” You exclaimed and Bucky looked at you.
There were footsteps heard outside the door in the stairwell and you creeped towards the door with a growl deep in your throat.
“They’re on the roof. I’m compromised.” Sam sounded alarmed and you glanced back at Steve.
“This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.” What Cap said almost made you laugh. We were surrounded by police and the only way out is a fight so …
The footsteps stopped outside the door and you looked back at Steve and Bucky.
“It always ends in a fight.” Bucky looked down at you and Sam’s sudden voice made you look back at Steve.
“You pulled me from the river. Why?” Steve’s voice sounded slightly panicked.
Bucky took a glove of his left hand to reveal a metal hand and he sighed, “I don’t know.”
“Three seconds.” Sam again.
“Yes, you do.” Steve seemed so confident with that and you looked at him really worried, “Steve—”
“Breach, breach, breach!!” Sam yelled and a stun grenade burst through a window. Steve bats the grenade out the window and another lands in front of Bucky. He kicked it across the room and Steve covered it with his shield right before it blew.
The soldiers outside the door began to break it down with a battering ram and you backed away from the door and into Bucky. He picked up his mattress and shielded himself from another grenade.
You looked up at him and he muttered down at you, “Stay close.”
“What?” You asked, but your voice was drowned out by the thumps of the soldier’s battering ram on the door.
Bucky stepped around you and threw the table into the hall effectively blocking the door closed.
Two soldiers crashed through both of the windows and Bucky swung at the one nearest to him. With the man bent over you jumped onto his back and jumped into the the other solider next to Steve pushing him into the kitchen counter. You landed onto the island’s countertop right when another solider kicked open the door that lead into the kitchen. Steve grabbed the gun in the man’s hands and Bucky kicked him out the door.
Steve grabbed Bucky from behind and exclaimed, “Buck stop!”
Bucky turned on him and Steve continued, “You’re gonna kill someone.”
Bucky put a hand on Steve’s chest and threw him onto the ground. He reached back and punched through the floor with his metal hand.
“I’m not going to kill anyone.” He pulled up a backpack from under the floorboards and chunked it out the door and onto the roof of the building across the street.
Another solider jumped through the window and took aim causing you to jump behind the counter for protection. Steve jumped up and shielded Bucky from the shower of bullets. A different soldier took aim through the window above you and aimed at the back of Steve. You automatically jumped up and sank your teeth into his arm before he could fire.
“Shit! We’ve got a hostile canine.” He yelled into his earpiece and jerked his arm out of your grip before hitting you across the face with the butt of his gun.
You retreated from him with a high pitched yelp and Bucky’s head snapped towards your direction. Steve turned towards the incoming gunfire and Bucky threw him and his shield at the man forcing both of them out the window.
You shook yourself and placed your paws on the window seal to look out the window at Steve on the balcony trying to recover.
A loud bang caught your attention and you turned around to see Bucky slamming a soldier’s head into a shelf. The man he first fought recovered and ran at Bucky. He picked up a cinderblock and swung at him, hitting him in the chest and sending him through the door of the bathroom.
When the hostiles in the room were neutralized, Bucky turned back to you and you moved around the counter.
“You said you knew me … what did you mean by that?” You walked over to him and he kneeled.
“Right now isn’t the time to talk about this,” He turned his head to look at the door as the banging stopped. “but we know each other from many years ago. Your favorite form was dog on our missions. If it is you. With so many Mutants it’s hard to tell.”
You tilted your head and slowly turned back into a human. You looked at your hands before meeting Bucky’s gaze.
“It is you.” He gave you a relieved smile and reached a hand up towards your face. Shocked you shifted your head away from his hand, but it didn’t stop him from placing his hand on your cheek.
“I thought you were dead.” Bucky whispered and you automatically responded with, “I can’t die.”
“Apparently.” A gunshot outside the door caused you to jump and Bucky stood up.
“They’re shooting off the hinges on the door.” He walked briskly to the door and grabbed the table by one of the legs with his metal hand. With another gunshot heard, he removed it with one jerk and set it back into it’s original place. He turned back to you and asked, “Time for us to leave. Ready to fight our way out?”
You transformed back into a dog and trotted over to the door, “I’m not leaving your side you still have questions to answer.”
Bucky stood next to the door and you backed into the wall across the door. You shared a look with Bucky and prepared yourself. Bucky leaned back and punched through the wall and, after you got through the shock of him doing that, you jumped and busted the door down.
All. Hell. Broke. Loose.
After fighting for each soldier and taking a couple of hits, Bucky looked at you incredulously, “What are you doing, use your bark.”
You jumped onto a soldier’s back and tugged at his padded armor. “What bark?” You let it go to speak and soldier threw you on the ground and scrabbled with his gun to take aim at you.
Bucky sighed and stomped on your tail. A roaring yelp burst out of your mouth sending sound waves that threw the soldier into the wall making a crater.
“I’m sorry, WHAT?” You rounded on Bucky and he kicked one of the soldiers in the knee forcing it into an unnatural bend. “I’m freaking Bolt.” You whispered to yourself and kicked the man into the wall with your back legs, silencing his screams. ‘No, wait. Cassidy’s sonic scream. That makes more since than a dog bionically engineered with super powers. Oh who am I kidding, I loved that movie.’
“You’ve really forgotten everything haven’t you? You have access to your powers no matter what form you take.” Bucky yelled out above the fighting and pushed a gunman in your direction. You lunged yourself at him and took a bite into his arm prying this hand off the trigger. You pulled him down forcing him off balance and Bucky uppercutted him sending him flying over the rails.
Steve quickly jumped over and caught him by one of the straps of his uniform. Steve looked at Bucky and gave him a look. “Come on, man.”
“Sorry, Steve.” You shrugged and narrowed your eyes. Two thin, but powerful red laser beams shot out of your eyes and melted the guns in three soldiers’ hands. The two around him froze and looked up at you with fearful eyes. You smirked and jumped over the railing to drop lower into the stairwell. ‘Oh, yeah. I’m gonna really love this.’
Suddenly, a man dropped past where you stood and you thought Bucky threw another man down the stairwell, but when you put your front paws on the rails and looked down, you saw Bucky climb over the rail a couple of floors down. He looked up at you and yelled, “(Y/N)! Jump! I’ll catch you!”
“Ummm,” You peered down and glanced at the soldiers running upstairs at you. “No.”
“Come on! We’re running out of time. Jump!” He pressured you and you grumbled, “Fine.”
You used your front paws to pull yourself up onto the rail and placed your back paws next to your front paws. With a deep breath, a prayer and a whole lot of denial that you were going to make it and not end up a puppy pancake, you jumped.
Well, you over shot your mark and hit the fence of the floor right above where Bucky was. You strained to keep yourself up and ended up slipping. You fell for the span of two seconds before arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you away from death.
You landed on the concrete floor and gasped for breath. You looked up and Bucky shrugged, “Sorry.”
“Yeah, Buck, throw me down like you just ran the winning touchdown at the Super Bowl.” You crawled onto your feet and shook yourself. “Ok, let’s go.”
You took a step back and Bucky walked down the hall. You followed him and when he starting to run you sped up as well. When he leapt over the edge you sat back on your back legs and sliding to a stop.
“What? Seriously, Bucky?” You sighed and took about ten steps back before sprinting across the hallway and jumped on the concrete barrier to give you a boost. You jumped across to the building across the street and landed on your face. You rolled a couple of times before finally skidding to a stop.
“Ow, ow, ow.” You stood up and limped a step or two before licking your poor front leg. You looked up to see Bucky fighting a guy in a black suit.
‘Shit, Bucky needs me.’ You placed your paw on the ground and felt to see if it hurts. The pain subsided and you ran at them tussling on the ground. The stranger was holding Bucky down and you took that opportunity to jump at the stranger. You tried to get a grip on his back but slid off.
‘What the— Is his suit made out of metal?’ You growled at him and moved around to put yourself in-between him and Bucky.
“Back off.” You weren’t going to even try to bite him. That would shatter your teeth and even brake your jaw.
The stranger took a step forward and tilted his head at you. He was so confused it was almost humorous.
You snarled at him and heard a helicopter heading your way. You looked up causing the stranger to turn around and look as well.
‘Go. Buck. Run!’ You turned tail right when the helicopter occupants started shooting towards you and Bucky followed you across the roof. You both stopped at the edge and you looked up at Bucky.
“Let me guess, we’re jumping down?”
He glanced at you with a whisper of a smirk on his face and used a hand to push himself over the edge. He dropped down and you easily followed him down.
You landed on the concrete causing it to crack under the pressure of your landing and you watched Bucky sprinted across the street. A loud scrapping noise made you look up and you saw the man in black sliding down the side of the wall.
‘Oh, okay. Time to run.’ You sprinted after Bucky and jumped over the concrete divider down into incoming traffic. You jumped to the right as a silver sedan swerved to your left to dodge you.
You turned around and saw Bucky running alongside the cars driving down the tunnel. You ran after him and used Peter’s speed to catch up to him in a burst of air.
“Whoa!” Bucky jerked to the right and you apologized panting hard, “Sorry.”
“Ow, my paws, my ribs, my everything.” You complained and Bucky looked down at you with a weird look.
“But you’re an agent.” Bucky glanced at you.
“I’m a teacher!” You gasped for breath and ran around Bucky to run on his left side.
Police sirens caught your attention and you looked behind you. There were two police sedans driving after us and that’s when you noticed both the man in black and Steve running far behind you.
“Watch out.” Bucky mumbled and you whipped your head around to see the back bumper of a car before hitting it full on and falling on your butt.
You stood up and shook off the massive headache that pounded furiously on the front of your scull. You jumped onto the roof of the car and ran after Bucky again.
“Wow, thanks Buck.” You flashed him an angry look when you caught up with him. “It amazes me how chill you were about me heading straight for the back of a car.”
He glanced at you before he ran before incoming traffic, quickly stopped as he reached out and grabbed the handle of a guy’s motorcycle. He pushed him off, and with the momentum of the motorcycle Bucky pulled it around and hopped on.
“Keep up.” Bucky called out and sped off.
‘Seriously?’ You rolled your eyes and jumped forward, your paws pounding the asphalt as you forced yourself to run faster. It took a lot of energy and yours was waning.
‘Oh, man.’ Your heart was beating so loud and your breathing was rough. ‘I need to start working out again.’
Something flew past you and when you looked up you saw Bucky catch the man in black by his neck.
‘Man, this guy won’t give up.’ You ran up behind Bucky’s motorcycle right when the man kicked the wall and swung around forcing the bike to tilt dangerously close to the ground. Bucky held his metal hand down to keep from crashing and you lunged forward.
You grabbed the man in black by the leg and jerked him back causing him to be pulled off balance enough for Bucky to kick him off. You dodged the man falling off and used your head to push his motorcycle back up. Bucky regained balance and gained speed.
As we entered an opening and Bucky pulled out an object from inside his jacket pocket. You got a glimpse of something round before he threw it onto the concrete ceiling. Before you could ask what that was it blew up causing concrete to rain down creating a road block.
You looked back to see a black figure leap through the raining concrete and swiped the motorcycle’s back wheel making Bucky loose control over the bike. The motorcycle flew and hit you throwing you a couple of feet before you rolled to a stop. You felt a rib or two break and noticed your right front paw was wounded as well.
‘Shit!’ You crawled onto your good three legs and limped towards where Bucky had fallen. The man in black was looming over Bucky’s fallen from and Steve tackled the man before throwing him off.
You tried to walk over, but the pain forced you to stop as the police surrounded you and the other three men. Your ears turned back as a couple of masked men surrounded you. You snarled at them and backed up almost falling on your face from putting pressure on your hurt paw.
“Fată, ușoară.” (Easy, girl) Oh, one of them is a woman. ‘My bad. What the fuck is she saying?’
She approached you cautiously and you looked around her to see what Steve and Bucky were doing. A loud metallic thump forced you to look to your left. You saw War Machine step up towards the the men eyeing each other.
“Stand down, now.” War Machine raised both of his hands and aimed at both sides. “Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal.”
Steve raised his hands in a nonthreatening manner and a couple of police officers ran up to him and Bucky. They started arresting them and even brought Bucky down onto the ground before cuffing him.
You felt a lead wrap around your neck and you realized that you forgot about the woman that was approaching you. She was kneeling at your side and she placed a delicate hand under your lifted paw. She looked up and called out.
“E rănită! Ce ar trebui sa facem?” (She’s hurt what should we do?)
A man walked up and responded, “Atenție, nu este un câine obișnuit. E ostilă. Ar trebui doar să o punem jos pentru a salva munca pe hârtie. (Watch out, it’s not an ordinary dog. It’s hostile. We should just put it down to save on paper work.)” He lifted his gun and you tried to back away from him.
“Nu! Era cu ei. Trebuie să o aducem și ei. Comenzile sunt ordine.” (No! She was with them. We have to bring her in too. Orders are orders.) She raised her hand and shielded you with her body.
“Amenda. Sedați-o.” (Fine. Sedate it.) He turned away and you felt a sharp pinch in your side.
“Ow!” You yelped and the woman’s eyes widened at you. “Did you just speak?” Finally, english, but it was useless because you had begun to sway.
‘Oh, man not again.’ You fell over and blacked out.
Summary: Female reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 1: The reader has made it to Charming and meets some of the Sons. Warnings: language and blatant flirting A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, so SPOILERS. Word Count: 3600 Tags:@telford-ortiz-teller@sam-samcro IF YOU WISH TO BE TAGGED, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN SOME WAY. ASK BOX IS SAFEST WAY, BUT I DO TRY TO LOOK AT ALL COMMENTS AND REBLOGS. If you asked to be added and I didn’t do it, please remind me (I’m forgetful!).
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fighting, Fluff, Cursing. Little medical stuff
Word Count: 2998
Summary: The aftermath of Bucky’s attempted escape lands you and your team in hot water, but the fight is not over yet.
Authors Note: Ugggg I took way too much pleasure in writing this part. There is one chunk of dialogue in this that I am just so deeply in love with, I wonder if y’all will be able to pick it out. Well, hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, just ask
Your brain swims slowly back into consciousness, feeling oddly disconnected from your limbs, you become aware of a dull ache throughout your body. You feel a hum around you as a heart monitor beats rhythmically beside you. The stiff bed that you are lying on seems to rattle beneath you.
Your eyes snap open, taking in your surroundings. An ambulance, you were in an ambulance, no windows, no signs, no idea where you were going. You were completely alone, except for… “You’re awake.” Rhodey breathes a sigh of relief, his hand reaching out for yours, being careful not to touch the IV taped to the back of it or your bruised and bloodied knuckles.
“What… How… Where are we going?” You stammer out your questions as you try to use your hands to push yourself into a sitting position, feeling an odd disconnect in your left shoulder, followed by intense pain.
“Hey, hey, be careful. You dislocated your shoulder with the accident.” Rhodey cautions as he moves forward, pressing you gently back into the pillow, trying to sooth you. “We are on our way Berlin, to the Joint Terrorist and Task Force Division. Y/N, stop, you need to calm down.”
Rhodey moves to stop your movement again as you sit up, looking wildly around for an escape route. “He didn’t do anything wrong. You have the wrong man!” You speak frantically, begging for him to hear you, for him to understand. “Y/N, relax, Steve’s a good man, he just made a stupid call, nothing’s going to…”
“NOT STEVE!” You yell, annoyed at Rhodey for not understanding, “Bucky! He wasn’t in Vienna. He didn’t do it. You are accusing the wrong person.” Rhodey looks taken aback, drawing away from you as he thinks on your words.
“The Winter Soldier?” he says slowly, unsure of the words. “He’s not the Winter Soldier, not anymore. Hydra had control of his mind, but he doesn’t do that anymore, he hasn’t hurt anyone since he escaped Hydra in D.C… Will you stop looking at me like that and just listen to me!?” You snarl in frustration as Rhodey’s eyebrows raise in exasperation.
“Y/N, you’ve been through a lot today, and you’ve got a pretty serious pain med in your system, it’s ok to not be…” “I’M NOT CRAZY! You’re wrong Rhodey, you have got the wrong man, and while you’re wasting your time with him, the real bomber is running free.”
You feel the ambulance make a tight turn, the light in the compartment changing as the vehicle slows down, the driver pausing to speak to a security guard. You finally succeed in sitting up, hand moving quickly to the IV taped to your skin. In one quick motion you pull the needle from your skin, not even wincing at the uncomfortable feeling.
“Y/N, Jesus, what are you…” Rhodey gasps as your right hand moves decisively to your dislocated shoulder, you take a deep breath before moving your hand firmly and swiftly, a loud crack echoing in the compartment as your shoulder pops back into place.
A silent scream fills your mouth as you bite your lips closed, breathing decisively through the pain as you gently rotate your shoulder, checking your range of motion. Rhodey sits beside you, mouth agape as he watches your movements, shocked at your destructive choices.
“Y/N…” he finally breathes, clearly at a loss for words. “What. The. Fuck?” Ignoring him, you flex your thighs, silently checking to feel the tension of the knives strapped to your hips. Thankfully, you found them still firmly locked in their positions.
The ambulance comes to a stop. The brake barely locking into place before you rise to your feet, Rhodey quickly mirroring your actions as he stands to block you. “Y/N, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Hi! So I wrote this for someone who requested it from the old blog. I also have another from them that’ll be father-kookie verse too! Look forward to it! Thank you for requesting such a wonderful scenario (: leebaram98
Jungkook carried his luggage to the back of the van, clapping their driver on the shoulder who decided to help him out. He muttered a thank you as he passed it to him before moving towards the side of the vehicle and fishing his phone from his pockets.
There were several notifications, mostly emails from the dance academy he’d be working for in New York; texts from people he once had a fling with (they really couldn’t seem to let go for some reason), and several tweets from his so-called fans who follows his dance covers on YouTube.
Jungkook was used to seeing his phone blow up so much even on Sunday’s. But all these notifications seem too dull in comparison to the single text sent to him last night.
Have a safe flight, Jungkook. :) Keep in touch.
Jungkook tried not to read too much into the message, repeating to himself (so much that he started to sound like a broken record) that when Taehyung said “keep in touch”, he wan’t asking to start over and get back together with him.
He was asking to start over… As friends.
And Jungkook never thought anything could be more painful (or pitiful) than the time Taehyung broke up with him.
“Hey yo Kookie!” Jimin busted out making Jungkook jump; his thumb fumbling for the home button before Jimin gets a glimpse of the text.
“I told you not to sneak up on me.” Jungkook glared and Jimin only shrugged with a smile, his eyes turning into slits.
“Do I look like the type to listen to you?”
Jungkook scoffed before leaning back on the car with his hands deep in his jean’s pockets.
“You seem quiet.” Jimin nudged his shoulder.
“And you seem annoying more than usual.” Jungkook parried causing Jimin to roll his eyes amusedly.
“So how’d it go with your boyfriend?” Jimin opened up with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and Jungkook winced.
“He’s not my boyfriend, Jimin.”
“Fine, ex boyfriend.” Jungkook winced even more. Jimin sensed the seriousness emanating from the boy and decided to stop joking around.
“Didn’t get him back?” He asked cautiously and Jungkook glanced at him with a shake of his head.
“The great Jeon Jungkook…” Jimin looked at him incredulously. “Has been… Rejected?! Denied?! Refused?! Shunned–”
“Oh wow, I heard you the first time.” Jungkook snapped with a sneer. “I didn’t need a list.”
“Sorry.” Jimin said, his shoulders slumping. “Was just trying to cheer you up.”
“You have a weird way of showing your concern, hyung.”
“Well I’m one of a kind.” Jimin boasted as he crossed his arms and leant beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Come on Jungkook, cheer up! Moping doesn’t suit you. Glaring does.”
Jungkook snorted and shook his head, “I’m not moping. I’m fine.”
“Of course you are.” Jimin clucked his tongue before facing him and shaking his shoulders slightly. “You know what will make you feel better?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “We should go out once we get back. New York has a lot of great spots with a lot chics to match.” He winked.
“Sounds fun.” Jungkook muttered but his mind was still elsewhere as he stood straighter and moved towards the front of the van.
“Or maybe… we should start dating.”
Jungkook snapped up at Jimin’s suggestion and saw him wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He huffed and opened the van, waving his hand in a flourish. “Get in before I snap your neck.”
“Aww~ I knew you secretly liked me too, Kookie.” Jimin pinched his cheek as he hopped into the van, earning a sneer from the boy. Jimin chuckled telling him that the sneering and glaring definitely suited him better.
“I’m serious, though,” Jimin said as Jungkook hopped in and sat beside him. “We should start dating.”
“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook spat but a smile was already tugging at corners of his mouth as he closed the door.
#9 “Goddamn, that’s one fine…” Note: Okay, so this will be my third time using this one. Normally I wouldn’t do repeats however this was requested LONG before I made that rule. So sorry if it’s a little short.
“Girl, you look fucking amazing!” my best friend Jade said.
“I know, but thank you,” I said giggling and turning in the mirror to check out my back side.
“Ooh, and she’s confident,” she says, slipping on her boots.
“You look pretty gorgeous yourself, babe,” I say.
We do look pretty good. Personally I think this is my favorite club outfit. —— As we arrive at the club I scan the room. There are people here, but it’s not as crowded as I expected. There’s definitely a couple of guys here that are pretty handsome. I could definitely see myself going home with someone tonight. I walk up to the bar and as I pass I hear a guy whistle in a low tone.
“Goddamn, that’s one fine..“
I turn around immediately to see him looking up and down my body. “Look, I don’t know what makes you think catcalling is attractive. It’s fucking not. Do you really think that’s cute? It’s not. It’s annoying and disgusting. And I’d appreciate it if you could not do it again.” I stride off and take a seat from away from him.
Jade soon appears next to me, a drink already in her hand. “Damn, you laid into him,” she comments.
“Yeah, ‘cuz he was being a dick.” I say.
“Did you see him after? His mouth was just hung open and all his friends were just silent. Well, except the one that bought me this mimosa,” she says smiling.
A couple drinks later, I’ve laughed a ton with Jade and I have a few phone numbers in my pocket. I’m not really interested in any of them. That dude spoiled my night. And the worst part was that I thought he was the cutest in the room.
“Well, I’m gonna go dancing,” Jade says. “You coming?”
“In a minute,” I say, “I wanna at least get tipsy first.” I order another gin and tonic and take a sip, feeling just a little lonely. Well, until that douche from earlier came and sat next to me. That didn’t last long.
I ignore him and continue sipping on my drink.
“Look…” he starts out. “I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Whatever,” I say, turning my head.
“I actually was attracted to you,” he starts off. “And I know that wasn’t the best way to try and get with you, but I didn’t know what else to do. That’s worked for me before so I figured why wouldn’t it work now?”
“So you just figured I was like every other girl you hook up with. I’ll tell you now that I’m not. And just coming up and starting a conversation would’ve worked much better.”
“I know that now,” he says, trailing off. “I’ve learned a lot from you. And I just met you,” he leans closer. “I’d really like it if you taught me a few more things,” he says in a lowered voice.
I laugh out loud. Literally, I just bust out, making him jump. “You’re really trying aren’t you?” I say, still giggling.
“Um, yes?” he questions.
I can tell he actually likes me. Because he looks the way he does and that cat call thing actually works for him, I know he could get just about anyone he wanted easily. But he’s still here trying to apologize and be with me. That says something.
“I’m Y/N” I hold my hand out, smiling at him.
He grabs my hand and kisses it gently. “I’m Derek, it’s nice to meet you.”
I nod, and we continue talking until it’s almost time for the bar to close. And when it’s time to leave, I kiss him and tell him that I have no plans to sleep with him yet but I gave him my number. I expected him to leave and never call me again, but instead he called me the next night and the next and the next. Then we went on a date.
And at that point I couldn’t resist him anymore. That night and next morning were the best of my life. Now we’re 3 months in and I’ve never been happier.
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. Doing part 2 to “It was never actually real was it?” next. It’ll probably be out tomorrow. I have a few other requests to do after that. But REQUESTS ARE OPEN. So feel free to submit.
Merry Christmas @takemeawaytocamelot !!! Are you surprised, or did you have an idea it was me all
along? I hope you enjoy this, it is a three-part story, you get part one
tonight, part two on Christmas Eve/Christmas day and part three on NYE. I had a bit of trouble getting an idea to
stick for what I actually wanted to write out for you, but finally after hearing a sweet
country, song inspiration hit! Can’t wait to hear what you think and if you have
questions I’ll happily answer, cause I am in love with this story. Thank you so very much to @moghraidhjamie for setting up this lovely secret Santa exchange, I am honored to be part of it and eternally grateful to you for getting me writing again.
sighed in ever increasing frustration as he tried to rub off some of the smudged
grey covering the left side of his hand…he hated pencils and hated more being
told that if he would just hold his hand correctly when he wrote it wouldn’t
happen. Above and beyond the annoyance of being told the way he naturally did
things was wrong, the grey smudge was a visible sign to those around him that
he was different, and oh how he hated that. Thankfully, the other boys in his
class didn’t tease him much anymore, not after the last time, when he had to be
pulled off another boy the school yard. Girls, however, were different; he
couldn’t fight them when they made fun of him. He had been crushed last month
when Lizzy MacCowan said rather loudly in front of the whole class that he was
dirty and strange because the paper he passed back to her had dirtied when he
rested his hand on it before passing it on.
audibly, he tried not to think on it and instead focus on the notes he was supposed
to take from the blackboard. He was about halfway through when the classroom
door opened. Mrs. Fitz cleared her throat and addressed the class once everyone
had looked up.
“Everyone, we have a new
student! This is Claire Beauchamp; she’s just moved here with her uncle. Say
brain went blank, a simple “hello” was beyond him. Looking at her was like
touching an open electrical outlet. He had never seen a lass that looked like
her before; she was tall, had curly brown hair and the deepest blush he’d ever
seen covering her face. Waving slightly at the class, she looked as if she’d be
more than pleased should the floor open up and swallow her.
“Why don’t you tell us
about yourself Claire?” Mrs. Fitz cheerfully prompted
went to speak just as Jamie in his stunned stupor leaned a bit too much into
books, pushing them off the desk. The room’s silence was shattered with the
booming thud; causing the whole class to jump and bust into fits of laughter. With
the expectation of further introductions lost, Mrs. Fitz showed Claire to her
down to clean up his books and papers, Jamie mentally cursed himself in both
English and Gaelic for causing such a scene, sure that he had now showed the
fascinating new girl just how clumsy he was, and knowing that he’d lost any
chance of her seeing him any differently than the other girls did. Finally, getting
his things together and getting his blush under better control, he placed the
last book back on his desk and quickly scanned the room. She had vanished, no
longer at the front of the room, he looked through the rows of desks. He hadn’t
thought to check the desk to his left, it had been empty since last year when…
thoughts were interrupted when a hand tapped him on the shoulder, looking over,
he was met with a sweet shy smile and an outstretched pencil.
“Hi, I’m Claire, you
seemed to have missed this.” she said in a soft English accent.
“uh, I, I’m, uh Jamie.” He said, accepting the pencil.
looked as if she wanted to say more, but as she opened her mouth Mrs. Fitz
resumed her lesson.
took longer than normal to walk home, his mind playing over and over the events
of the day. He knew he’d be asked what had kept him, and knew he’d have no
answer that would excuse him neglecting his evening chores and the delay of
starting his homework. But, what he did know is that should anyone ask of his
day, he’d be able to tell them everything about the new girl in his class. He
knew he wouldn’t be able to supply any other information about his day except
for how her curls bounced up and down when she walked, how the deep purple of
her dress shown so brightly against her skin, how the blue bow in her hair was
slightly uneven and beginning to unknot; how when she moved past him all he
could smell was the strawberries. He had
never had felt this before, never with any of the other lassies in his school.
He had been mostly indifferent to them and they mostly spent their time
avoiding or teasing him. She was different though, hadn’t known him his whole
life, didn’t seem bothered by the things others found strange.
he wanted was to know more, to talk with her and be around her. Unfortunately,
though, he had missed the opportunity earlier when Mrs. Fitz asked if anyone
would be willing to show Miss. Beauchamp around after. Rupert and Angus were
assigned to escort her around, because they were the most social. He knew they
would do a fine job, and they were two of his closest friends, but he couldn’t
help but be more than a little annoyed that he would be missing the moments
they would get. They would get to
hear her laugh, they would get to know
little things about her, they would
get to spend time with her. He was suddenly and inexplicably jealous. He wanted
that, and had no notion as to why or what to do about it.
was unusually quiet and Brian had just about enough of it. Asking his children
to clear the table, he told Jamie to join him in the study once he had
finished. It had been a rough few years for their little family, and he was
still navigating the waters of single parenthood. It didn’t take much to read
his young son, contrary to what Jamie himself might think, but one look at the
lad and his faraway expression, Brian knew what was going on. A while later Jamie
knocked on the study door and slowly pushed it open at Brian’s bidding him to
come in. He stood awkwardly in the doorway shifting from foot to foot for close
to five minutes. Brian smiled a bit watching his son, but did not speak, he
knew with what he assumed to be eating at his son, the conversation would have
to start from Jamie.
“Do ye miss mam?”
question was asked so quietly that Brian had almost missed it. He was sure that
his face showed the confusion and concern he felt with the question. He was
suddenly worried that the lad thought somehow that he didn’t, that Jamie
mistook his ability to seem okay for his children with not having his heart
break again and again each morning when he woke to a half empty bed, where once
his heart lay. Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath, schooled his
features in the hope of not showing the depth of his pain and looked his son
directly in the eyes. What he saw then almost made him laugh; Jamie’s question
was nothing more than just a question. It was a question to break the ice, one
of many he would more than likely be asking.
Letting the tension leave his shoulders, he smiled as best he could when
talking of Ellen and said:
“Aye I do, every second
of every day. I love her vera much, son.”
Jamie nodded at that, the
tension in his own small shoulders seeming to leave immediately, he continued:
“How did you know?”
“That mam was the girl
you loved the most and when?”
He smiled then, concern washing away only to be replaced with sudden
understanding. “The very moment I laid eyes on her. We were about your age, ye
ken. We knew each other most of our lives, aye? Well, the moment I saw her in
the school yard, I was done for. That was it, my heart was hers, and always will
didn’t say anything, just stood there for a long while, a small smile pulling
at his lips.
Pushing a bit, Brian
asked “So, what’s her name, son?”
visible start shot through Jamie but the smile only widened, giving away anything
he might’ve tried to hide.
“Uh, weel, um…”
Brian didn’t say a word,
just raised an encouraging eyebrow.
Beauchamp. She’s new, and she sits next to me, and she English, but I don’t
mind, and she sits next to me and she wore purple and…”
that moment as Jamie continued on at lightning speed telling him everything
about this new girl, Brian was sure his heart couldn’t be more filled with
love. He knew it would be a difficult road for the lad, love always was, but
what a ride! Later he would talk more seriously on it, warn him, advise him;
but for now, he’d let Jamie have his happiness.
getting Jamie to stop talking and convincing him that he did in fact still have
to get ready for bed, he helped him pick out his outfit for the next day and promised
to help with his hair in the morning, agreeing that he should look his best
tomorrow. After all of the details were
sorted for the next day, he left Jamie’s room, leaning on the door for a moment
to say a silent prayer for his love sick son.
As he walked into his own room, he spoke out loud: “Watch over him, protect
him, and guide him. Because, and God help him Ellen, he’s in love.”
few weeks later Jamie had come to some conclusions: wearing his best shirt to
school was a terrible idea as he was far to clumsy not ruin it, Rupert and
Angus were no good, terrible friends and he would have to pummel them at some
point soon, and Claire knew far more bad words than he did.
had spoken to Rupert and Angus about their helping Claire around, and
annoyingly they had begun to tease him about his interest in the new English
girl. He was sure he couldn’t blush any more as his so called friends made
kissy noises at him in the hallway, but then Claire showed up. Having overheard
their teasing, she promptly told them to piss off and leave him alone. This, of
course, did nothing to dissuade their teasing, and Jamie was sure that his face
was red enough to be confused for sun poisoning. The upside however, was that
from that interaction they began to talk and he walked her back to class.
the weeks since Claire had arrived, she had made friends fairly easily, played
with a few of the girls in their class, Geillis, Mary and Louise mainly, but now
seemed more interested in spending what free time she had with him. She would
seek him out in the lunch room, during their outside time they would sit on the
swings and talk about their families and the places she had been with her
uncle. Jamie was fascinated, and more than please that she chose him to be
few days before the holiday break, Jamie found Claire sitting on the steps outside
of the school as he left for the day. She was clearly waiting to be picked up. Mrs. Fitz had come out a bit later to inform
her that her uncle had called and said that he wouldn’t be able to pick her up
and that she could walk home. Jamie jumped at the chance before him and offered
to walk her home. Neither of them lived far, but they had never interacted
outside of school before. He was unsure of what to say or do and more nervous
than he’d been in a very long time. They both tried talking but ended up jumping
from subject to subject with nothing really being said. They both kept their
eyes straight ahead avoiding meeting each other’s eyes directly. When they
turned onto her street, she stopped suddenly. He looked around and seeing that
they were only just on the corner and still a good distance from any of the
houses. Confused, he cocked his head a bit and was just about to say something;
she took a deep breath, leaned in and kissed him. Pulling away quickly a fierce
blush coloring her face she said:
“Thank you for walking me home, Jamie. I’ll
see you tomorrow.” and turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way to her
stood absolutely frozen on that corner for what felt like forever. He was stunned,
she had kissed him! He didn’t know that kissing could stop time; no one had
ever told him that before. He always
thought kissing would messy, it always looked gross to him and he’d always said
so when his mam and da would do it in the kitchen. But this was different, and
as time began to move again, he started to make his way home. For the rest of
the night he was in a haze unable to focus. He knew he looked foolish, but he
was unable to keep the smile from his face, especially when he would lick his
lips where hers had pressed, and he was still able to taste the fruity lip
smackers she used.
few days later when they went back to school, everything had changed. He had
walked into their classroom eager to talk to her, to see how her holiday was, and
to tell her of his. Finding Angus in her seat his heart sank, he looked around
and found her clear across the classroom sitting with the girls, laughing and doing
her best not to look at him. He held her spot at lunch but she never came,
stayed with the girls and didn’t play on the swings during recess. In fact she
only showed that she recognized his existence when he spoke directly to her, and
even that was just a simple “hello” before she turned away from him and
continued talking with Louise. He was crushed and so very confused; what had
happened? He couldn’t sleep that night, kept running over what could have
happened, why didn’t she like him anymore?
weeks, she hadn’t spoken to him in two weeks when his father had been called
into the school because they had become concerned when they noticed a sudden
change in his behavior. Normally a model student, he was now dozing off in
class and having trouble paying attention when he was awake, showing no
interest in any of the material. Mrs. Fitz had brought up her concerns
remembering the year before when he lost his mother and wanted to make sure his
father was aware of the situation before it got worse.
to the Frasers, Lambert Beauchamp and Claire also had an appointment in the
office that day. Passing the waiting area with his father, movement caught Jamie’s
attention and he stopped as he saw Claire sitting next to who he assumed was
her uncle. He face was drawn and it was clear that something was very wrong, he
made to stop, to say something, anything; but just then they called for Claire
and the man to go back and Brian pushed lightly moving them forward out of the
for the interruption, he his way through the class to his desk and quietly
began pulling out his books for the lesson. When he opened his notebook a small
piece of folded paper fell into his lap. Opening the note, he was sure his
I’m sorry. I miss you.
Do you like me, would you maybe be my friend
Would you walk me home
Check yes [ ] or no [ ]
You can hold my hand, if you want to.
shoved the note back into his desk before Mrs. Fitz could see it and quickly
tried to look like he was engrossed in his work and like nothing had happened,
ear to ear smile notwithstanding. Finally managing to get a grip on himself, he
had managed to get every note and problem off the board without issue before
Claire reappeared in their classroom. Looking up to watch her his smile fell
from his mouth in an instant, she looked like she had watched something terrible
happen, dried lines streaked her face from recent tears. It took all the effort
he could muster to focus on what Mrs. Fitz was going over, but he had promised
his da, and thankfully did make it through the rest of the day with no issue. Though
his mind had stayed on the look she had on her face and a few minutes before
the bell rang he pulled out her note again and hastily scribbled something
found Claire on the front steps arms wrapped around her, staring off into
suddenly sinking in, he asked, “Claire, what’s happened?”
didn’t answer, just simply shook her head and began to walk in the direction of
through their silent walk, she slipped her small cold hand into his. Neither of
them said anything, but he squeezed gently and continued on. She stopped at the
corner again, released his hand, took a deep breath and looked up to him.
knew whatever she was going to say was bad and couldn’t bear it just yet.
Before she could continue he thrust her not into her hand saying:
“I forgot, I got your
note. Here, you’ll want the answer, aye?”
nodded and slowly opened it, and burst into tears.
moved to hug her to say something, to sooth her, but she backed away shaking
her head, not saying anything. She let her tears fall freely, but didn’t break
when she spoke he heard his heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the
snapping of a flower’s stem.
Yep. It's home sweet home. *Ruby smiled brightly as she watered the flowers of their garden.*
I have to admit it's a lot nicer then I Imagined would be.
What do you mean? *Ruby tilting her head.*
*Weiss quickly flinched and waved her hands.* I-It's nothing bad or thinking you were going to live in a dump! I just assumed your family lived close to the actually town is all.
Oh. Nah. If we did they me and Yang couldn't train with our weapon with dad ad uncle Qrow. *Ruby smiled as she turned back to the flowers, missing Weiss cringe at the mention of her uncle, when she sees a bee buzzing around one of the flowers and sit on it.* AW!~ Weiss look! A bumblebee!~
*Suddenly as Weiss kneed down to look at the insect, The second store window bust open as Blake jumped out spinning through the air, Scaring the heiress.* WHAT IN THE WORLD!?
*Upon landing it was quickly reveal to both Ruby and Weiss that not only was their faunus friend pantless but was holding the end of her ribbon weapon as she was quickly spun swing it with all her might.* HAAAAAAUH!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *The white rose then heard as they quickly whipped their heads to the end of Blake's weapon to find a shirtless Yang coming full speed towards them with fist fully engulfed in flames.*
Watch out! *Ruby quickly shouted grabbing Weiss and dashed out of the way as Yang swung by and quite surprisingly grabbing the bee before landing right next to her girlfriend.*
Phew. That was a close one, ay sis. *Yang smiled as she let go of a now very confused and terrified bumblebee.*
Seriously though. You shouldn't call our combo attacks for stuff like that, Ruby.
Actually I was just telling Weiss their was that cute Bumblebee. Hahah. *Ruby laughed in embarrassment rubbing the back of her head.*
We really need to think of new names for the com- *Yang started when a blushing Weiss interrupted shouting.*
WILL YOU TWO PLEASE GO PUT ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!!
*The bumblebee couple stared at Weiss, then down at themselves, then at each other, then looked down ward at each other, and then with embarrassing blush with hints of lustful smile/smirk covered themselves and quickly headed back inside.* Hehe, This is awkward./oh thank god your dad isn't home.
*Once Yang and Blake were inside and Weiss's blushing face turned from red to pink the heiress glanced at Ruby who placed her finger on her chin with a raised eyebrow and wonder aloud.* Huh? I wonder why Yang and Blake were upstairs when the washing machine is down stairs?
What are you talking about?
Well it's clear they were doing laundry Weiss. They even had to shared Yang's spread Pjs.
... You are too innocent for this world, you dolt.
There was something different about the way he looks…
Seohyun couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was but there was something different about Kim Namjoon.
She couldn’t understand why all of a sudden her heart starts to race whenever he’s near or the way her palms starts to sweat when he asks her a question; no matter how stupid it was.
“Hey can I borrow a pen?”
BOOM. Her heart drums in her chest as she shakily hands him the pen she was using. “Do you have an extra?” he asked and Seohyun nodded meekly, feeling as if her heart might burst from the concern he showed.
He smiled once again before going back to his paper and Seohyun exhaled, releasing the breath she was unconsciously holding. She closed her eyes and wondered when this weird feeling even started…
I’m Actually a Red Sox Fan (Peter Parker x Reader) PART 2
REQUEST: Basically, Part 2 was requested. In this, they go to the baseball game he asked her out on, and there’s some cute fluff in there and some Spidey action :) You don’t have to read Part 1 to understand!
“Peter, these are like thousand dollar seats.”, (Y/N) whispered into Peter’s ear as they made their way into the suite section of the stadium.
“Yeah, I told you, my boss got them and didn’t want them.”, he said.
“Your boss also lent you an Acura RSX. Either you’re secretly batman, or you’re the best intern in the world.”, she said.
Peter smirked before responding, “You’re not too far off, I promise”.
They sat down together and looked onto the game, at field level for the rest of the night. At first, they thought wearing Red Sox Merchandise would be a bad idea, I mean, it was Yankee Stadium. Surprisingly, their section was full of Sox fans, and they didn’t feel too uncomfortable.
The game was at its 12th inning, tied 7-7. David Ortiz was batting and all the Sox fans had a good feeling that this was their moment to win. Big Papi had to get the team one more point, and they would win.
Peter and (Y/N) held hands tightly in anticipation.
“C’mon Big Papi, let’s go!”, (Y/N) screamed to Peter’s amusement. Her voice was lost in the midst of the crowd.
The pitcher threw the ball, and everyone lost sight of it after Ortiz hit it. It was out of the stadium! Homerun!
“Yes!”, screamed Peter. They stood up and hugged each other tightly in celebration. (Y/N) heard the roar of the fans around them, but soon all that noise blurred out as she felt Peter’s arms around her waist, and she enjoyed the feeling of his embrace in that moment. Peter thought about kissing (Y/N) on the lips, but kissed her on the cheek instead. He wanted their first kiss to be a little more intimate than this., They pulled away from the celebration hug and looked onto the celebration happening on the field.
As they were walking out of the stadium, hand in hand, Peter and (Y/N) felt pieces of spare food being thrown at them from behind.
“What the hell?”, Peter said to a group of guys, not far from his age. There was one guy in particular, a blond, with a bowl of leftovers in his hand and a Yankee jersey on.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect to see a BlowSox fan here.”, he said, laughing way to hard at his comment.
“Yo, Tommy shut up!”, said one of his friends laughing. They reeked of alcohol.
“Cut the crap. Say sorry to my girl”, Peter said calmly, with his palms facing the ceiling of the crowded stadium hall.
His girl? (Y/N) wondered. Butterflies formed in her stomach from Peter’s display of machismo, but also because he was kind of a small guy, and she didn’t want him getting hurt.
“Piss off”, Tommy said trying to brush past Peter. Peter stopped him from moving forward, and blondie pushed him. Then Peter pushed back.
An image of Flash pushing Peter around appeared in (Y/N)’s head, and she wondered why Peter wouldn’t act like this to his school bullies.
“Peter just leave him alone!”, she said, her voice desperate.
Tommy tried to punch him, but Peter was faster.
Peter punched him in the face and all his friends started jumping on his back, but Peter elbowed them off. They each tried to have a go at him, but he caught and ducked every punch. He swept two guys from under their feet. (Y/N) felt pushing around her, and noticed the whole stadium erupted into a riot along with them.
The tension between the Yankees and the Sox in the stadium finally exploded and the area quickly became crowded, which several fans fighting violently, and food being thrown everywhere. (Y/N) screamed for Peter’s name, after losing him in the crowd.
She felt someone grab her by the arm and pull her, and she screamed. But it was only Peter.
“C’mon let’s go, they’re going to get cops here soon.”, he said. Soon they were running and pushing through the crowd to try to leave the building.
(Y/N)’s anxiety ensued monologue began as they tried to escape the riot without seeing an angry Yankee try to attack them.
“Peter, you’re so fucking crazy! You’re an animal! What is wrong with you they could have killed you! What if they had a gun, why’d you have to do that! Peter answer me! Peter! Oh my god, this is so crazy. What is wrong with you! Oh my god, Oh my god!!!”, she rambled.
Peter stayed silent, and only held her hand as he pushed through people and went through escalators and doorways until they found a safer exit.
People were running and scattered in the parking lot. They saw the police pulling up to the stadium, so they ran towards the back were the Acura was parked. Peter got in the car silently, and (Y/N) buckled herself in, no longer speaking at this point either.
Their silence was filled in by the silent hum of the car, and the air conditioner Peter turned on.
“I have to go back in.”, he said, grabbing a backpack from the backseat.
“What? What do you mean? No, Peter, take me home! This is bad enough!”, she said.
“I left my wallet inside.”, he said.
(Y/N) gaped at him in shock. “You can go to the lost and found tomorrow, there is a riot going on inside! Peter you could get hurt, no! I will not stay in this car waiting for you, until I get a call saying you’re actually in the hospital and I-”, her rambling was cut off by Peter’s lips.
(Y/N) took a deep breath in through her nose, and kissed him back. The feeling of his soft lips against hers, calmed her and excited her in different ways, and he kissed back, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue. Before it could continue, he pulled away, and ran out the car, leaving the keys in.
(Y/N) sat there in shock, not processing what just happened.
“Peter!”, she said at first, in anger for abandoning her. “Peter…”, she said smiling to herself, her heart jumping in and out of her chest.
She slipped into the front seat and locked all the doors, and stared at the stadium, waiting for him to come back.
10 minutes passed and she got worried.
20 minutes passed and she was just waiting, confident he was going to come running back to the car at any minute.
30 minutes passed and she listened to music to calm her nerves.
2 hours had soon passed, and she was considering texting her mom, who was worried sick.
There was a tapping at the window and she jumped, only to see a bruised and cut up Peter. There was a cut on his forehead that was bleeding lightly, a bruise on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were busted up too.
She jumped out of the car and hugged him, which he grunted too, someone kicked him in the ribs at some point.
“What took you so long?”, she asked. She kept staring at his bag, which he was still holding in his hand.
“I-I-I… I had to help some people get out.”, he mumbled. (Y/N) leaned against the car door and nodded, a worried look still on her face.
“Where did you learn how to fight like that?”, she asked him, waiting for a response. He was quiet.
“I don’t understand, if you’re so buff, why can’t you get Flash off your back?”, she asked.
“Let me take you home.”, he said, not answering any of her inquiries.
“Okay.”, she agreed, respecting his silence as an answer.
When they pulled up to her house, the music on the radio station went to commercial and Peter turned it off.
“(Y/N)?”, he spoke.
“Promise that you won’t tell anyone? About how I fought off all those guys?”
“Okay. Whatever you say.”, she said, now more suspicious..
The car. The expensive tickets. The fighting. He had to go “help” people escape the riot.
“Are you part of the Avengers?”, she asked.
Peter’s cheeks grew red and he stared at his lap. He took in a deep breath. His heart really wanted to tell her the truth, but his brain forced different words to come out.
“I know. It’s funny. It may seem that way, but it’s not. My boss really likes me, that’s how I got the tickets and the car. He’s more of an uncle than anything. And I was just trying to do the right thing out in the stadium. But it was wrong for me to leave you all alone in the car. I’m sorry.”, he said.
He had a straight face, and his stomach hurt so much of guilt. He really really liked this girl, and this wasn’t the way to start off the relationship, with more spider man lies. It wasn’t completely a lie, right?
“Thank you for being honest with me Peter.”, (Y/N) smiled at him, and Peter clenched his teeth.
She leaned into him and he kissed her back softly. He closed his eyes and forgot the world in the kiss, losing himself in her every second. She bit his lip and he pulled her closer, the interior of the car suddenly becoming the null, unimportant presence of time. The only thing he felt, was the space between their two bodies, and every part of her that he could.