♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.
summary: you looked like a full course meal – and jeon sure as hell was starving
Smiling, you looked into the mirror and admired your reflection. Your black body con dress hugged you in all the right ways and your heels gave you that extra height that you’ve always wanted, despite still being shorter than your boyfriend. Tying a diamond choker around your neck, you applied a generous amount of makeup: subtle smoky eyes, mascara, lipstick, and a dash of brown eyeliner. You looked more than beautiful, instead of going for a cute look, you unknowingly went for sexy and stunning. You weren’t ever sure if the person staring back at in the mirror was really you. Tonight, you were going out to a private celebratory dinner with the boys as a congratulations for their Billboards award. By private, you meant only the boys and you. 7 boys and 1 girl, what could possibly go wrong?
Glancing at the clock, you remembered that the boys were waiting for you downstairs. You were currently at your home, but they decided that they should go all together since it’s more convenient. You were just thankful that you didn’t have to drive and use up your gas. Checking your appearance once more, you tucked a small strand of hair out of your face, smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles on your dress, and headed down the stairs. Upon your beauteous descendant, the sound of cameras going off instantly caught your attention.
“This is going to be my new background.” V unintentionally spoke aloud.
“You know… Jungkook is to your left, right?” Jimin whispered in his ear, trying to warn him.
Eyes widening, V’s body turned stiff as his head slowly turned to face Jungkook, wincing as his eyes fell upon his cold gaze.
“I was joking!” V tried defending himself, but it was too late.
Jungkook was possessive of you, everyone knew that. If someone were messing with you and Jungkook felt as though you were threatened, he would rush to your aid. There was a time when he almost punched Jimin because he playfully hit you, but Junkook thought it was much more. Knowing this, the boys were very cautious when Jungkook was around, but once he left, they were free to mess around with you as much as they wanted. You loved being around them, despite Jungkook being like a second mother to you. They were all so caring and fun to be around, so you enjoyed every second with them and of course, Jungkook was right besides you. He wasn’t one of those clingy boyfriends, just the ones that tend to look out for you, even when it’s unnecessary. According to him “A king should always be protective over his queen. Without a queen, there is no king.” He was a good boyfriend and you made sure he knew that by flattering him everyday.
“Oh god, Jungkook…” You began.
“What’s wrong? Is he bothering yo-”
“You look so damn good in that suit.” you praised, smirking as you checked him out from head to toe. “All of you look very handsome tonight.”
“I think I should leave you at home.” Jungkook glared as he proposed, watching your eyes trail all over his members.
Instantly refuting, you laughed as you wrapped your arms around Jungkook, leaning in to give him a kiss, completely forgetting that you two were not the only ones in the room.
“I think we should leave both of you at home.” Namjoon scoffed, interrupting ‘the moment’.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Jin said, looking at Namjoon and shaking his head.
“Let’s go already. I’m hungry.” Yoongi whined as he pouted.
Agreeing with his complaint, you all filed out the door and transferred into the car. The car ride to the extravagant restaurant was filled with off key singing and imitations of one another.
“You guys remember how Namjoon danced during Blood Sweat and Tears, right?” V mentioned, bursting into laughter as Namjoon’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment.
“I did the same choreography you guys did!” Namjoon defended.
“No, you didn’t.” All the members said in unison, causing Namjoon to sulk in his chair.
“Leave him alone, you dorks. I believe he did just fine!” you spoke up.
“Did you just call us a dork?” Hoseok playfully questioned, “You’re the youngest one here!”
The seven men erupted in fits of laughter upon hearing this fact. It was true, you were younger, but only by a month. Jungkook was older by a month and yet although he dislikes the word ‘oppa’, he loved the way the syllable rolled off your tongue. The members would tease him about it, but he paid them no mind, only ever keeping his attention on you and only you. Once you had arrived, you all walked into the table out by on the balcony. This was your favorite kind of spot, so they made sure to book the entire area. The horizon was plastered with lovely strokes of blue and black, the moonlight contrasting your simple yet astounding makeup. But there was a problem. The servers had miscounted the chairs and you were the only one without a seat.
“Excuse me!”, Jin called out, “We reserved a table for 8, not 7.”
The waiter’s expression instantly became apologetic as he spoke, “I’m so sorry, but we’re completely booked tonight. We don’t have any more chairs to spare.”
“That’s not our fault, you -”
“It’s okay!” you chirped, “I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Bowing as an apology, the waiter quickly walked away, flooding the scene.
“Do they want to see my wrath? How could they miscount?” Jin scolded.
You shook your head, slightly laughing at Jin’s remarks as you crossed your arms. “Seriously, it’s oka-”
Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook pulled you on top of his lap and wrapped his arms around the waist. The men at the table instantly praised him for his manliness while your cheeks instantly heated up.
“Jungkook! This isn’t necessary, come o-”
“Babe, it’s fine.” Jungkook interrupted, preventing any further discussion.
Clearly defeated, you sighed and continues to sit on his lap. Momentarily after ordering, you reached over to grab your glass of water. Upon doing so, you just so happened to roughly brush your ass on his crotch, causing him to choke on his steak.
“You better not be doing that on purpose.” Jungkook warned, releasing a low growl in your ear which sent chills down your spine.
“That was an accident.” you said before returning to drinking your water.
At first, it was unintentional, but you loved the way Jungkook got aroused. He was always teasing you in bed, so it’s not unfair to do it back, now is it? Dropping your napkin on purpose, you bent over the table to reach for it, going painfully slow as you rubbed against him. He choked back a loud moan as he gripped your thigh.
“So that’s how you want to play, huh?” You didn’t have to look back to know that he was smirking.
You pretended to not hear him as you continued to binge on the side dishes, but the moment you felt his hands slithering under the thin fabric of your dress, you knew the night was going to be agonizingly long. Acting as if his actions had not phased you, you began to talk to Yoongi about his music.
“Is it safe to suspect a second mixtape being released soon?” you playfully asked him, putting your hand over Jungkook’s as you attempted to stop his hands from sliding into your panties. But it was too late.
Softly, yet roughly, playing with your clit, you harshly swallowed a sound of pleasure as you gripped onto his wrists, unable to stop his movements.
“I would believe so. I’m working on a new track with Jimin and it’s going very well.” Yoong said, praising the younger one in which Jimin smiled shyly in response.
As the men talked amongst themselves, Jungkook took this as an opportunity to slip two fingers in between your wet folds. Eyes widening, you nearly hit the table in shock. Luckily for the both of you, you were seated at the edge of the table. Not only that, the table cloth covered his hands under your dress and Jungkook’s tailored black suit prevented anyone from seeing his movements.
“Don’t you think this is a little too far?” you said, speaking loud enough for only Jungkook to hear.
“I don’t know what you mean.” He feigned innocence as he began leaving butterfly kisses down your back.
Curling his fingers, you bit your lip painfully hard as you clenched the table. Picking up the pace, his fingers pumped in and out of you, your wetness drenching his fingers whole. When your walls began to clench around his digits, he smirked and pulled his fingers out, causing you to release a small whine as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Lift your ass up a bit.” Jungkook softly demanded.
Obeying his orders, you heard the sound of his dressed pants slowly unzipping. Oozing with wetness, you could only think of the pleasure that was bound to follow.Two hand on your waist lowering you down, you gently grasped his erection between your hands, placing it at your entrance. Without any warning, Jungkook shoved you down on him, causing you to accidentally release a loud moan as he shut his eyes in pleasure and rested his head on your back, unable to look his members due to embarrassment.
“Are you okay?” Jin asked, concern washing over his defined features.
You profusely shook your head, “I bit my tongue really hard.”
Laughing at your silliness, they continued carrying on with their conversation, completely oblivious about the scene that was playing right before they very own eyes.
“You got to be quiet, baby. We don’t want them to find out, now do we?” Jungkook whispered into your ears as he played with your clit.
“N-No.” you whispered.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook teased, clearly enjoying how you were so sexually frustrated.
“No.” you repeated more confidently, earning a sexy chuckle from him.
Slowly moving up and down, you had created enough friction to satisfy the both of you. With your hands over Jungkook’s, he continuously fondled you as he thrusted in and out. It was nearly impossible to be ‘quiet’ seeing as to how his thrusts were small, yet so powerful. His penetration had you completely filled, every movement was pure bliss. The night was ending and everyone was exhausted, clearly bloated from all they had eaten. Splitting the check evenly, the men started to rise from their seats, causing you both to halt your little performance.
“You guys go first, I need to talk to her privately.” Jungkook said with respect, despite being balls deep in your pussy.
Unaware of the situation, they quietly left you guys alone while closing the door as well as the balcony curtains. Conveniently enough, you sighed in relief which only lasted momentarily before Jungkook pulled out quickly as he stood up from his chair, bending you over the table.
“You’ve been quite naughty tonight, haven’t you?” Jungkook said, rubbing his dick inbetween your folds, but refusing to put it in.
“You need to be punished.”
“Please, punish me.” You begged as you put both hands on your ass, giving him a better view of your exposed body.
Without a second thought, he thrusted into you, causing you to moan. You could be as loud as you want since everybody had left and the music was being blasted in the main room. No security cameras. No waiters. Nothing. Nothing but you and Jungkook.
Grasping your boob with one hand and the other gently on your throat, Jungkook’s thrust became more and more deep which means that your moans became louder, completely filling the air of the still night. Clenching around him, he gave you one last hard penetration as you both came simultaneously. Fortunately, you were on birth control which Jungkook highly appreciated. Standing up, you sat on the table as you faced him.
“I meant to say it earlier, but you looked amazing tonight.” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile.
“So did you.” you retorted, “but I wish I had eaten more. The food was pretty good.”
Sliding a single digit between your folds, he brought his finger up to lips, seductively licking them clean.
Summary: You have been alone all your life, and from a young age, you learned that love doesn’t exist. However, as soon as you met Peter Parker, you learned to love again.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Words: 2,477 (goddamn that’s a long one)
Warnings: kinda agsty, kinda fluffy, couple of swears, my really bad spanish skills (I SPEAK FRENCH STILL LEARNING SPANISH) also first fic so there’s that
A/N: guys i did it. first ever fic. i don’t know if y’all will hate it or love it, but it was so much fun to write. ALSO THERES AN IN THE HEIGHTS REFERENCE.
You didn’t need love.
You were an independent person who didn’t need to feel satisfied by having someone love you.
You were strong, independent, and brave.
That’s what you told yourself everyday when you looked in the mirror.
Truth be told, you lied to yourself everyday. Everybody needed somebody, but you just weren’t used to that. With your mom out of the picture, and your dad always gone for work, you had convinced yourself that love was for the weak.
You just never realised how emotionally weak you actually were.
Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you
Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding.wait is ladynoir even technically a word?
It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
Lo and behold, it backfires
The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
Ada is all, :’D omg seriously
(^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…
summary: after falling for your already taken best friend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom; it’s him.
prompts: “do you think we’re bad people?” “i tried my best to not feel anything for you. guess what? i failed.” “if you had asked me to stay, i would’ve.”
Request/Summary: puedes hacer latinxpeterparker? :) gracias! -your fellow hispanic nerd [@worldsroses] | Peter gets some very much needed ayuda en español.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Latinx!Reader
Word Count: 1433
A/N: I loved writing this because it’s silly and cute, and I hope you all enjoy this! Note: there are no translations included for the Spanish in the fic, sorry :/ Hopefully I’ll start writing more fics in Spanish for all my lovely latinx gente out there :) | masterlist
Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.) Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Crying, Blood, Death Part OnePart Two
You hadn’t spoken to Peter in days. It was the longest you two had ever gone without talking, and you couldn’t help but miss him. You wouldn’t let that break you, though. You weren’t ready to talk to him after the betrayal and heartbreak you felt at the discovery that he was the one who kissed you. He had full knowledge of your identity, and while he was kissing you, you were kissing Spiderman.
Peter and Spiderman weren’t the same person, no matter the fact that he was the one under the red spandex suit.
You avoided him during class, and eventually, he stopped trying to come up to you. You would only walk away, not looking at his face. It was difficult, but you made it work. If you didn’t see his face, you wouldn’t have to come to terms with the pain both of you were feeling.
And you ignored what you stopped him from saying on that night, because knowing that he– knowing what he was about to say, would tear you up from the inside out.
Michelle and you were sitting at your new lunch table when it happened. After a few days of eating lunch on your own while your other three friends sat in near silence on the other end of the lunch room, Michelle chose to join you. In her words, she “didn’t want you to look like a pathetic-ass loser.”
You secretly appreciated her presence, even if she only sat across from you quietly while reading the book in her lap. You knew she actually cared, and it made you smile every time she walked over to you.
The two of you were now eating your lunches, not talking and Michelle again reading. You were sure it was the fourth book you’d seen her with this week, and it was only Wednesday.
Multiple loud ringtones and the sound of violent vibrating distracted you from where your eyes were concentrated on your sandwich, mind wandering to anything and everything. You startled as the loud noises echoed through the cafeteria, accidentally whacking your arm against the table. You hissed through your teeth, letting out a quiet curse as the stitched-up cut in your arm bursted with pain.
You looked down at your phone, grabbing it and grimacing in pain, to see what the fuss was about. Your eyes widened as you read the notification, the phone still shaking in your grip. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and Michelle looked up to notice your fear-stricken expression.
“What happened?” She asked, usual dry tone gone. She could clearly see something was wrong.
You began to read off your phone with a monotone voice. “Live Feed: Villain ‘Green Goblin’ battles Spiderman in Queens, the hero badly injured and barely fighting his enemy off with no Avengers in sight on…”
You trailed off, hand beginning to shake along with your phone.
“On what?” Michelle urged, and her eyebrows began to furrow.
“It’s the street Peter lives on,” you nearly whispered. You couldn’t feel pain any longer in your arm. “Oh my god,” the realization struck, and you whipped your head to look at the opposite side of the cafeteria.
Peter wasn’t at his table. But Ned was, also staring down at his phone with wide eyes.
You didn’t have time to think, only acting as you stood from your seat and began to run. Michelle yelled after you but you didn’t listen, crashing through the doors and into the empty hallways. You shoved your phone into your pocket as you ran through the halls, and you ignored any teacher’s yells for you to slow down.
When you heard Ned’s calls from behind you, you stopped. You figured that you had to catch your breath to be able to make your way to Peter, so you turned around to face the boy with the same expression of worry on his face as yours.
“Where are you going?” He asked, and you weren’t sure if you should tell him the truth.
“Why are you following me?” You asked instead. He squinted his eyes at you.
“Peter told me,” he said, and you looked at him with wide eyes,
“And what did he tell you?” You responded with another question.
“He said that he told you that he’s Spiderman,” he replied, and you immediately felt the betrayal seep back in.
“You knew he was Spiderman?” You asked with a soft voice, in fear it would crack if you spoke any louder.
“Yes,” Ned responded slowly, and he knew that wasn’t the answer you wanted when your face dropped.
“How long have you known?” You didn’t want to believe that he had told someone else before you, but then Ned replied with,
“A few months. Six, maybe.”
“A few months?” You burst out, eyebrows furrowing as you felt your heart hurt in your chest.
“He didn’t want you to get hurt,” Ned said, trying to make you feel better. It didn’t work.
“Well, that worked out great, don’t you think?” You let out a self-deprecating laugh, looking to your feet.
Peter was your best friend. He wasn’t supposed to hide things from you, especially not big things like this.
“He’s got a lot of enemies, people who are trying to kill him,” Ned went on, and you shook your head. You didn’t want to hear things like this. Peter was the nicest boy you knew. He wasn’t someone who had enemies. “And he didn’t want to tell you in case someone found out who he was. Or who you were. He was trying to-”
“Protect me,” you finished for him, looking back up. “He said he wanted to protect me,” you said so quietly that Ned almost didn’t hear you. And then you remembered the notification you and the whole school had gotten, and you took a step back. “I gotta go.”
“Wait!” Ned reached out and caught your wrist in his grip. You looked at him impatiently as he let out a sigh. “Just, be careful,” he said. You nodded in response and then turned around, Peter the only thing on your mind.
You made your way out of the school, and you didn’t think you had ever run faster. Peter’s apartment was only a few short minutes away, but as you sprinted down multiple sidewalks, the trip had never felt longer.
You knew you had made it when you saw a police barricade. Police cars were lined up across the street, the officers themselves crouching behind the cars with their guns aimed towards the middle of the street. When you stepped up behind them, you gasped at what you saw.
Floating in the air was a boy with sickly green skin and a menacing smile on his face. He looked truly terrifying, and you didn’t want you or Peter anywhere near him. Below him, cowered on the ground, was your best friend.
His suit was torn up in so many places, and it looked like more of his skin was showing than the suit. His pale skin was covered in cuts and dirt and scrapes, and you could see patches of blood appearing on the suit. He held an arm around his middle, and his hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen. You were sure he was seriously injured by the way that he was barely holding himself up.
“What are you doing?” You asked the police officers hysterically, watching as Peter lost energy every second he was sitting there in the middle of the concrete road. He had no one to save him. “Help him!”
An officer turned towards you and gave you a sympathetic look. But you didn’t care to even glance towards him, too scared to look away from Peter. “We can’t do anything. Our weapons do nothing against this guy. We’ve tried.”
And then you noticed that Peter didn’t have his mask on. You didn’t know how you didn’t notice it as soon as you arrived, but his mask was discarded on the ground next to him. He was letting the world see his identity. And if he was doing that, then–
He knew he was going to die.
“So you’re just,” you stopped to whimper as you watched the Goblin land gently on the ground. He was talking to Peter with a scowl on his face, and although you couldn’t hear him, you weren’t sure you wanted to know what he was saying. “You’re just going to let him die?”
The officer sighed before he simply said, “I’m sorry.” He turned around, looking back at the pair, and you wondered why he tightened his grip on his gun and put his finger on the trigger if he wasn’t going to use it.
But you wouldn’t have this. You wouldn’t just watch your best friend die, the love of your life die. You had been through too much together, and you still had so much more to go through.
You made your way to the edge of the barricade, and you quickly squeezed yourself between the police cars before you ran towards Peter. You ignored the officers yelling from behind you, telling you to get back. Peter was the only thing you could see, the only thing that mattered.
All anger you had towards him disappeared in that moment as you stood in front of him, blocking him from the Goblin’s view. “Stop!” You yelled, and he tilted his head at you curiously.
“(Y/N),” Peter murmured softly, and you almost didn’t hear him. You knew he didn’t do it purposely, for he was too weak to speak any louder. It made you even more worried. “Get out of here.”
“Well, what do we have here?” The villain said mischievously, taking a step closer to you. You stayed in front of Peter.
“Stay away from him,” your voice shook as you spoke, but you stood up straighter, trying to seem strong. You needed to be strong for Peter.
The Goblin laughed, almost like the words were ridiculous. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, before lifting an arm. He shot something bright green out of the device connected to him, and it hit you in the side, knowing you off balance. The pain was unbearable as you let out a cry, curling up onto the ground. You thought you heard Peter call out your name, but the ringing in your ears kept you from being sure.
The villain laughed as he kicked Peter square in the chest. He fell on his back, letting out a groan of pain. He still clutched his side, but it didn’t seem to be doing any help. You could see the blood leaking between his fingers.
“No,” you cried out, trying to sit up. But the excruciating pain in your side became too much, and you fell back onto your side. You moved your hand to press against it, and you could feel a thick consistency. You knew it was blood.
Like Peter, you thought.
You watched as Peter turned his head to look at you, and he tried to smile weakly. He took a deep breath before speaking, trying to be loud enough for you to hear him. “Don’t look,” he said, voice raspy and cracking in the middle of words.
“No, Peter,” you tried to crawl towards him, but the pain in your side stopped you again. You could barely speak, let alone move.
“It’s okay,” he said, and you saw tears begin to run down his cheeks. “Look away, (Y/N).”
He kept his eyes on you as you saw the Goblin hold his arm out again. But this time, he had a knife in his hand. Your eyes widened, and you looked back at Peter.
His face was red, and tears were the only thing you could see as he sobbed. He tried to put on a brave face, sniffling and still looking at you and not the Goblin. But you knew he could see the knife from the corner of his eye.
You stretched your arm out, using it to drag yourself closer to him, inch by inch. You kept your eyes on his, and he tried to keep his tears from falling.
“Don’t look,” he repeated, shaking is head minimally.
“Peter,” you began to cry, letting reality catch up to you. Your best friend was about to die. The boy you loved was about to die.
And you saw his eyes widen, a sob escaping his mouth, and you both knew that the knife was no longer in the Goblin’s hand. You didn’t want to look, but you had to as you tilted your head upwards to watch as the monster flew away, his cackles echoing around him. You caught sight of the knife, and you let out an almost inhumane noise.
“Peter,” you said, and you didn’t care about the pain or the blood anymore. You sat up and crawled your way over to him. “Peter,” you said louder, and you didn’t know where this sudden strength was coming from, but you figured it had something to do with adrenaline.
You made your way to his side, and you sobbed as you looked at the knife imbedded in his stomach. “Peter,” you saw his head still tilted to the side, and you placed a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you. His eyes were already drifting closed, and his face was deathly pale. With your other hand, you pressed down on the space around the knife, trying to keep the blood from escaping.
“Peter, come on,” he looked at you under hooded eyelids, and you held back another sob. “Hey,” you tried to smile at him.
“(Y/N),” he smiled lazily, eyes fluttering. You knew he was getting delirious, and you didn’t know what to do. You heard the officers far behind you calling for ambulances. “Get outta here, it’s dangerous.” His words were hard to understand, slurred together, but you made due.
It was okay. It was okay.
“No, we’re okay. We’re okay now, Peter,” you smiled at him with watery eyes, and a tear fell onto his face. You wiped it off, but you didn’t think he noticed it in the first place. You stroked his cheek, trying to keep him distracted. And you tried to keep your gaze away from the knife inside of him.
“Oh, okay,” he let out a breath of air, and his breathing seemed to be getting shallower. His eyes fell closed.
“Peter, come on, keep your eyes open,” you patted his cheek lightly, and he reopened them, albeit somewhat reluctantly. “Peter,” your voice cracked, and you didn’t know what to say. What was someone supposed to say in a situation like this?
“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” you said, and Peter’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I shouldn’t have, and it was stupid, and we should have just talked it out,” you began to sob halfway through, and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.
“Don’t,” Peter said, and had to pause to take a breath. Your hands shook where they rested on his cheek and stomach. “Don’t apologize. It was– my fault.”
He tried to catch his breath, and the paler he got, the clammier he got, the more you cried. “No, it wasn’t. None of this was your fault.”
“(Y/N), I–” he breathed out heavily. “I’m tired.”
“I know, I know,” you stroked his cheek with your thumb, and you weren’t sure if it was sweat gathering on his forehead or your tears. “Stay awake for me, please.”
When he didn’t respond, and it almost seemed like he was staring into space while breathing erratically, you slapped him lightly. He startled, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry. “Yeah,” he whispered. You could see the fear slowly catching up to him again, and you needed to distract him again.
“Hey, look at me, Peter,” he didn’t listen, and you weren’t sure if he had even heard. “Peter! Look into my eyes,” he complied, his brown eyes looking too glossy for your liking. It was almost like he wasn’t completely there, like it wasn’t him behind those eyes but someone else entirely.
“I love you,” you said, voice shaking so much that you were worried he wouldn’t understand you. So you repeated it. “I love you, Peter Parker. I will always love you.”
A smile formed on his face, barely there, but it made you give him one back. “Really,” he said, breathing heavily still. He blinked rapidly, although you could feel his heartbeat slowing under your hands. “You, love, me?” He spoke between breaths, and he was barely audible now.
“Yes, Peter,” you cried, and your voice wouldn’t stop cracking. “I love you so much.”
“Good,” he said, laughing slightly, but then he began to cough. You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering if this was it, because he clearly couldn’t catch his breath.
But you weren’t ready. It wasn’t supposed to be his time yet. This wasn’t his time. It couldn’t be.
“Peter, breathe,” you said frantically, running your fingers through his hair to come him down. “Breathe, breathe,” you brought him up higher in your arms, and he immediately started breathing again. You sighed in relief, but then saw a streak of red flow down his chin.
It was blood.
You whimpered quietly, wiping it away with your thumb. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” you said repeatedly, and it reminded you of when Peter was whispering the same words to you on the ferry when he saved you. It’d only been a week since it happened. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
“You love me?” He asked again. Your heart was breaking into pieces at the expression on his face: hopeful, scared, and oblivious all mixed into one.
“Yes, I love you,” you cried, and repeating it for him just made your heart hurt all the more. “I love you, I love you.”
“Good,” he said again, and you sniffled. This wasn’t a good sign. His breathing slowed, and his eyes took one last look at you before fluttering multiple times. “Because, because,” he tried to catch his breath, but it didn’t seem like he could. You stroked his cheek, trying to calm him. “Because I lo…..”
He stopped, trailing off on a breath, and his eyes were closed. His body was limp under you, and you couldn’t feel his pulse under your fingers any longer.
“Peter,” you yelled, hysterical. “Peter!” You shook his shoulders, trying not to hit the knife still in his skin. “Peter, wake up. Wake up!” You sobbed, and you screamed, and you cried.
You cried for the boy who would never get to go to MIT like he always planned, and you cried for the boy who was so innocent and kind but held a secret that was so dangerous for him, and you cried for the boy who would never get the quiet house in the suburbs with a spouse and children that he always told you he dreamed about.
You cried for the boy who never opened his eyes, and who never got to finish the words he so desperately always wanted to say to you.
********************************* Well I’m crying. Are you guys? I’d really love some feedback on this part, so please let me know what you think. Requests are open :)
You ran a shaky hand through your hair as you tossed an over-sized sweatshirt in your backpack for tonight. Try as you may, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you recognized the man behind the Spider-man mask. When he touched you, it was the same electric feeling you got when someone else touched you, but you couldn’t figure out who. You frantically checked your watch and saw that it was 5:15. Shoot, if you don’t leave soon you’ll be late.
You zipped the bag hastily and slung it over your back, weaving around the bed and through your decorated door. As you got into your living room you dug around in the cupboard to find a pen and notepad and wrote out a note to your parents that you would be with Peter and Ned, and to call you or May if they needed you. Your parents were hardly around with your father being a surgeon and your mother being a flight attendant and since you’ve know Peter since you were 3 and in preschool together, they just kind of trusted him and Aunt May to take care of you.
Images of the fight flashed across your mind, red and blue, webs everywhere, and heat causing your face to flush and hands to sweat. You didn’t want it to ruin your night with your best friends though, so you shoved it to the back of your consciousness. You tossed the pen back in the drawer and slammed it in impatience and rush. You then turned to the door finally prepared to leave. As you pulled it open, however, you came face-to-face with Peter’s clenched fist, prepped to knock.
“Oh my god!” You sucked in a breath of shock and surprise and grasped his fist, lowering it away from your face. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Pete, what are you doing here? We are coming to you.” You asked him confused.
“Oh, I was just kind of in the area and figured I could come and walk with you.” He sounded out of breath and looked a little haggard but you figured it was just from the exercise. Admittedly, you were relieved that he was here. You were kind of frightened from the earlier ordeal and it was nice to have another person with you.
“So want to head out? I’ll take that.” He gestured to the elevator down the hall and took your bag from you to hold. You couldn’t help but notice for the millionth time that over the last few months Peter had gotten fairly fit. The tightly would muscles in his forearm bulged a little in his forearm, it was your weakness.
“Oh, thanks Pete.” You thanked him, blushing profusely. He nodded a polite reply and then you two set out. You remained silent throughout the elevator ride, the only noise being the ringing sound of the bell that goes off as you pass each floor, ding, ding, ding, ding. By the time the doors opened you decided you couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. It was nearly bursting out of you and Peter was the one person on earth with whom you felt truly safe and at home, you trusted him with your life.
“Peter, I have to tell you something…” You whispered as the two of you pushed through the glittering revolving lobby doors. Out on the street it was louder and you felt less worried about someone overhearing. Peter tensed up at your comment, weird.
“What’s up?” He asked you in a weird high voice, the one he always used when he was trying to cover something up. You put that aside for the time being, with your confession being so extreme.
“I met Spider-man today,” You said it really fast from excitement, he looked nervous. “I was going to Delmar’s like I said, and a gunman came in. I began to fight him and then he went on fire and then Spider-man came in and he was beating the guy up and then I opened the ice cream freezer and then he webbed him and he thanked me for my help!” It all came out in one breath. Relief flooded your body, stabilizing you, and allowing you to take a deep breath.
“Wait, what? He had a gun! Y/N, oh my god have some sense. No level of fighting can stop a bullet!” He seemed really angry at you, and it was weird that he seemed more focused on the fact that there was a gun than anything else. Then again, even Spider-man hadn’t seen the gun, seeing as the man was on fire by the time he came in.
“No, Peter, you aren’t listening… I MET SPIDER-MAN!” You were waving your hands around in excitement at this point. He turned to you and despite his clear unease he choked out a snort at your glee.
You spent the rest of the walk home telling him all about Spider-man, with him smiling this small humble smile and simply listening to you.
You were completely at home in Peter’s living room, with your legs resting on Ned and your head on Peter’s lap you were living the luxury life. The Empire Strikes Back was playing in the background but you guys were trading your best pick-up lines, it was your turn; “Did you just fart?” You asked them, arching an eyebrow. They both shook their heads innocently. “Cause you blew me away!” You threw your head back, laughing at your own terrible joke. Peter chuckled and Ned snorted.
“That was solid, Y/N.” Peter looked you right in the eyes and said, “You look ill… You must be lacking vitamin ME.” And he booped your nose. You giggled and tickled his chin, always knowing his weaknesses.
“Oh spare me the love fest.” Ned whined. To which you became embarrassed and sat straight up off both of them and leaned into the couch. You couldn’t see Peter mouthing what the hell to Ned, and him shrugging in apology. You immediately felt cold, both physically and emotionally, from the lack of Peter.
From that point on you all sat on your squares of the pull-out couch and watched the movie in silence. But you couldn’t focus. Peter’s hand was right next to yours and you wanted nothing more than to intertwine them and pull him close. You could smell him from here, he smelled of maple and cinnamon.
You were shot back to the day when the two of you were 7, you were dressed up as Princess Leia, a white bed sheet wrapped around you and he was dressed as Han Solo, with a cowboy vest.
“Come here Leia!” He called to you, holding out a small hand. You skipped over to him and gripped it tightly to your chest. “I love you,” You whispered dramatically. “I know.” He gasped and then fell to the ground dramatically. You fell over with him and both rolled around on the ground clutching your aching tummies. He stopped suddenly and sat straight up, golden curls pointing at odd angles. “Will you be my Leia?” He asked. “I already am.” You’d replied.
Remembering that day, you suddenly did something that you never would have done. Maybe, it was because you had fought someone today or maybe you were just growing up but you felt a surge of confidence. You hooked your pinkie over his. You glanced at his face and although he was facing straight ahead, an excited smile crept over his face and weaved his fingers through yours so you were really holding hands.
The feeling you had was indescribable. This was everything you ever wanted. Peter had to have some of the same feelings as you, considering for the rest of the night he moved closer and closer until you were leaning on his shoulder. You fell asleep gradually, breathing him in and feeling completely at peace.
A light noise woke you up to a dark living room lit only by the menu screen from the movie and the absence of Peter next to you. You guessed he went to the bathroom. Sitting up and stretching your back, you heard a noise come from his room, like a small bang of something falling. You stood up to investigate and made it to his doorway, you rubbed your eyes to rid them of the sleepy blurriness and saw something on the ceiling. You looked up and switch on the light just in time to see the hero you worked with earlier peel his mask back. Surprise hit you like a truck, knocking the breath out of you and making you light-headed.
Prompt/Ask: Can you
do a jimin request??? Where jimin is your sexy hot husband and a cop and when
he pulls you over for speeding he punishes you.😉😉😉😉😉😉
Pairing: Jimin x
Warnings: car sex,
language, partially dangerous driving
Word Count: 2498
Authors Note: I suck
at smut lmao, I always feel like I’m really bad at writing it. Oh well, in time hopefully I’ll be better. Here’s some spicy Officer Jimin for you all ;)))) If there are any errors let me know, and I hope you enjoy!
What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding? Word Count : 1084 A/N:Have a good weekend my precious humans. Part 8 is already half way written by the way. I have Bronchitis so got some time to write.
Upon meeting Hwang Minhyun, the CEO of vampire-run company Empire, you’re intimidated by his cold nature and enormous levels of success. As the only human working at Empire, you’re bound to get yourself in a few sticky situations, but you’d never guessed that you’d be falling for your boss.
for anon who requested vampire!minhyun
in the same universe as moonstone
warnings for drinking blood
“Ah, no, no, no, no,”
you groaned, bouncing on the balls of your feet, periodically glancing at your watch
as though it would make time slow. “Today’s the worst day for this to happen.”
You were currently on the bus in morning traffic, and your
job interview for the biggest shot in your life was in 10 minutes. You were
half an hour away.
The bus inched slowly through the thick traffic, drawing
closer and closer to your destination. By the time you were able to finally
extract yourself from the crowd on the bus, you were ten minutes late to your
interview. When you raced onto the elevator of the huge skyscraper that housed
Empire and Co, you were fifteen minutes late. By the time you dashed to the
receptionist desk, hair messy and breathing hard, you were twenty minutes late
to your job interview for salesperson at Empire and Co, one of the largest
corporations in the world.
“Name?” The receptionist asked, not even looking up as her
perfectly manicured nails tapped away on the keyboard.
“(y/n) (y/l/n),” you said breathlessly, doing your best to
smooth down your suit jacket.
The receptionist looked up sharply, nose wrinkled as she
made eye contact with you. Her eyes turned a slight tinted red, as she handed
you a visitor badge, her cold, elegant fingers brushing against yours.
You did your best to ignore her stare as you made your way
to the conference room where the interviews were being held, pushing the door
“Who is it?” A male voice asked sharply, and you stumbled
inside, straightening up quickly as you scanned the room. There were five males
in total, four of them sitting in folding chairs, and the fifth standing in
front of them. His presence was commanding, and you’d recognize those sharp
cheekbones and piercing eyes anywhere—Hwang Minhyun.
“I’m (y/n), one of the applicants,” you managed to stammer
out, hurrying inside to take the final seat at the back of the conference room.
“You’re late,” Minhyun drawled, eyes pinning you down as
though you were a lowly bug.
“It won’t happen again,” you rushed to say, half-bowing from
your seat. One of the other applicants turned in his seat and faced you,
scoffing. His crimson irises made your blood run cold as you realized just what
kind of situation you’d gotten yourself into. Empire was known for being an
almost exclusively vampire-run corporation. You were one of the few humans
brave enough to even apply for a job there, and it was honestly a miracle that
you’d secured an interview at all.
“Now, as I was explaining,” Minhyun began pacing back and
forth in front of the room, hands clasped behind his back, “we’re looking to
expand our market. We need a salesperson who thinks quickly on their feet, is
innovative, and a problem-solver.” You perked up at that—those were definitely
words that you’d used on your resume. “This interview will be conducted in two
segments. The first half will be the group interview—obviously, I’ll be asking
you all questions. Feel free to answer them if you feel comfortable, and if you
do not, I won’t pressure you. The second half will be a more hands-on project.
I’ll be giving each of you an information packet, and will expect a detailed
report on it. You’ll be giving those to me at the end of this interview.”
You nodded to yourself—you could totally do this. All it would take is a little concentration and
“So, first question,” Minhyun said with an eerily charming
smile, eyes darting down to the paper in front of him. “What strengths do you
possess that will benefit this company?”
part 6 is LONG and i have never written anything this angsty but i saw spiderman again today and that scene™ made me so emotional that this was the result! i hope you enjoy xx
if you’ve never read this series, you can find part 1 here, and if you missed part 5, you can find it here!
now that peter and michelle are dating, ned isn’t the only chair guy around
michelle has taken to helping both ned and peter with spidey duties
she even convinced may to let them use the linen closet in the living room as a “headquarters” for them, as long as they close the door when guests are around and go along with the idea that “peter accidentally sealed it shut as a kid”
peter doesn’t know how she did it, she and ned found old computer pieces lying around in dumpsters and somehow made in that linen closet, 3 computer monitors, 2 keyboards, 2 headsets, and more.
it even impressed tony stark when he came to check in on peter and may
and oh boy did may yell at him
but then tony mentioned his connections with MIT and well, peter brings brownies to tony and pepper quite often now
one day while May is at work, Peter and MJ are watching a history documentary.
MJ is lying across Peter’s lap and is so focused on the untold stories of ancient civilization when the linen closet beeps
and suddenly Peter’s burrito is flying and MJ jumps over the couch and opens the closet and starts typing away
“w-what? the burrito!” peter starts to protest but MJ waves him off.
“we got a hostage situation near the high school,” she pulls a chair up. she managed to hack into police coms a few weeks ago, and even Ned was impressed on that one.
“how many?” peter now hops over the couch and leans over behind her, resting his chin on her head.
“not a lot…about eight according to the police coms. i can’t tell what building it is, the map isn’t clear-” she opens her palm and peter knows to drop his phone in her hand, and suddenly ned is on the line
“MJ…why don’t you just call me from your phone? you have my number?-”
“shut it loser. we got a hostage situation near school and i need my chair partner.”
“be there in 10″ and ned hangs up and MJ tosses the phone up to Peter, who catches it no problem
“karen, run facial recognition,” peter says, and MJ looks confused.
“who the hell is-” she starts but is cut off when the third screen lights up with a criminal database.
“i hacked karen into the system when you went to get the burritos,” he mumbles into her hair. “she’s an AI tony had made.”
michelle nods and then peter is laughing into her hair. “what parker?” she goes to shrug him off, but peter spins her chair around to face him
“you were jealous,” he’s smug.
“was not-” she goes to turn around but peter raises his eyebrows. “i don’t get jealous.”
“mhmm,” peter says before kissing her quickly and MJ rolls her eyes. again, a term of endearment.
“suit up spidey boy,” she turns back to the screens, and ignores peter’s, “but i’m spiderman!” in the background
it takes ned less than 10 minutes to burst through the door with his backpack
“a hostage situation! we haven’t had that in a while!”
“wow ned, so respectful of the situation,” she says as ned pulls up a chair next to him.
“peter already out?” he asks, and she nods.
though she’ll never admit it to them, the real reason she forced ned and peter to let her help was because after the building incident, she couldn’t stand the thought of peter being out there alone. and even if he’d never let her out there with him physically, at least she was doing what she could
ned pulls up a map with peter’s suit tracker and puts on a headset. “obi to anakin, you copy?”
“why am i anakin? i’m not going down a dark path-” peter’s voice comes through the headset, and michelle breathes out a sigh of relief.
ned ignores him. “you’re getting close. police have the area surrounded, but i can’t get access to a camera inside the building.”
“it looks like a general retail store,” mj says from her headset. ned is giving more details to peter when mj yells, “i got a camera! sending it over now,” and just like that peter is able to see what ned and michelle are seeing
“oh shit,” ned mutters.
there’s at least ten masked men and just as mj predicted, eight hostages. the men look heavily armed, and definitely are not amateurs.
“don’t go in peter,” mj warns. “sit this one out.”
“are you kidding me? if i don’t do something, those guys will kill everyone!” peter yells back, and according to the tracker, he’s on the roof of the building now.
“you can’t take on ten guys at once by yourself!” mj raises her voice too, and ned slowly backs his chair away. if peter and mj are gonna fight over this, he should probably stay out of it
“whatever. ned, give me a way in.” peter snaps, but mj shoots her hand to ned’s chair before he can scoot back in.
“no way,” mj narrows her eyes at the screen. “ned, don’t,”
“i’m doing this with or without your help, MJ.” peter’s tracker moves down the side of one of the buildings.
“it’s too dangerous!”
“get me a way in, or the stay the hell out of it!” peter says, and mj yanks her headset off and walks into the bathroom.
it’s silent for a moment, before ned thinks it’s safe enough to speak.
“you can get in through the side door,” he says, and peter does.
the fight is going well so far. peter has 3 of the men webbed up and 2 of them ran away in fear. ned is keeping him updated on the other 5 as police rush out the hostages
“on your left!” ned shouts, and peter nearly gets shot as he shoots out a web grenade.
“taser web!” he yells at two guys coming from the back, and ned hollers.
“in the corner!” and peter webs him up.
suddenly one of the guys comes out from behind the aisle and ned yells to peter, but the guy is faster.
and peter is shot in the chest
“pull up his vitals!” mj screams, suddenly back in the chair. her eyes are bloodshot and she’s obviously been crying, but ned doesn’t have time to ask.
“peter?” he calls into the headset. no response. “peter!”
“ned, where are his vitals?” mj is scrambling to find the location of the nearest hospital.
“they aren’t good,” ned mutters.
“keep him talking,” mj starts typing in coordinates into the computer. there’s a protocol set up, the “lost baby” protocol (tony’s name, not theirs)
basically, if peter gets in a situation, mj can trigger an alert to the avengers facility upstate by typing in coordinates.
“he’s not responding!” ned yells.
“okay,” she takes a deep breath. “okay it’s going to be fine. tony is on his way, it’s fine-”
and then the alarm goes off, signaling peter’s heart has stopped.
happy arrives at the apartment twenty minutes later to drive the two of them to the hospital, and they pick may up from work on the way
luckily, he was in the area at the time
ned has his laptop, replaying the footage of the fight over and over again, doing his best to use karen’s facial recognition to identify these guys
and may is on the phone with pepper in the passenger seat, crying because thank god he’s alive but also scared because the bullet made his suit malfunction, which is why the alarm said his heart stopped
luckily, it never did
mj is leaning her head on the window, her headphones in, and all she can think about was how none of this would’ve happened if two people were watching the camera
tony and sam got to peter in less than 2 minutes and flew peter to a quinjet a few miles from the city where bruce was waiting with a stretcher, an iv, and everything needed to keep peter stable
by the time may, mj, and ned had reached the avengers facility, peter was already in surgery
“holy…” ned mutters, taking in the surroundings of the facility but may is walking quickly to pepper and maria hill who take the 3 of them down a long hallway.
the wait feels like months. may has disappeared to talk with tony and ned is off giving the footage of the fight to maria and natasha, and mj is by herself in the hallway
she texted her parents to say she was sleeping over at betty’s, but that’s it.
“michelle?” she looks up to see steve rogers standing over her.
“uh…yeah?” she scoots over on the bench, and steve sits.
“i’m Steve, peter has told us a lot about you.”
“oh god,” she shakes her head, laughing slightly. Her face turns serious, “how is he?”
steve pauses, “from what Bruce said, he’s going to be fine. the bullet didn’t hit anything major, but it was tricky to get it out. he’s sleeping right now, may and ned were heading to sit with him.”
mj nods, fiddling with her sweater. she’s not one to cry in public, and she’s not one to express her emotions either. even with peter, she still teases him and calls him a loser and rolls her eyes at him, but he knows she means well.
“he really cares about you,” steve says softly.
“we…we got in a fight,” she lowers her head. right before he went in the store, and I left the computers because I couldn’t take it. he was on my last nerves and I left and then he got shot because I wasn’t watching the screens and-”
“it’s not your fault,” steve says reassuringly. “tony showed us the footage, there was no way you or ned or peter could’ve seen that guy coming.”
michelle just shrugs, and steve sits with her until may comes out.
“he wants to see you,” she smiles, holding out her hand.
she looks over at steve, who gestures as if to say ‘go on’, and she reaches up and takes may’s hand.
peter’s room is small with bare white walls and a tv in the corner playing an episode of the clone wars. mj walks in and may tells ned to come with her to get food, and that’s when she finally lets herself look at peter.
the dork is smiling. actually smiling after all of this and mj wants to yell at him, but instead she settles for going on the side where peter isn’t hurt and sits on his bed and puts her head on his chest
“hey darling,” peter says and michelle looks up at him. “thought i’d try a nickname out, thoughts?” he smiles, and mj puts her head back on his chest
“i’ll take the lack of response as a yes.”
“this is my fault.”
“what?” peter says and she stands up, wiping the tears from her eyes and she starts pacing frantically. “what are you talking about?”
“this,” she gestures to the heart monitor. “is because of me. because i bailed because i got mad at you and i wasn’t watching the screen-”
“babe,” peter cuts her off. “this is because i didn’t listen to you. tony told me how fast you got those coordinates out to him, you did it in under 10 seconds.”
“i was stressed,” she narrows her eyes.
“you saved me.”
“it said your heart stopped.”
“but it didn’t”
“but it said-”
“please don’t blame yourself. i know you’re doing it because you’re scared, but i promise you i’m okay. i made you that promise didn’t i?”
“that stupid promise,” she mutters, taking peter’s hand and letting him pull her back to lay on his chest, away from the bullet of course
“i was so…scared,” she whispers.
“me too,” he whispers back.
and that’s how ned and may find them, michelle asleep on his chest, and peter’s good arm wrapped around her, his face nuzzled in her hair.
First off, this is my first one shot so I don’t know if I’m doing it right. And second, I don’t know what the fuck came over me to write this heart breaking story, something is wrong with me obviously. Like I made myself a sobbing mess sooo…
But I hope someone somewhere like it and it makes you feel something. That’s the goal. Okay. Deep breath. Here goes…
p.s I think I’m supposed to warn about major character death?
Jughead placed the plate of pasta in front of his daughter, she smiled up at him with a gummy grin and her big green eyes. Her two front teeth had both fallen out at the same time, his heart warmed thinking about how excited she had been leaving her teeth under her pillow for the tooth fairy. Her excitement matched in the morning when she found the coins the tooth fairy had left in their place. She wanted to save enough to buy herself a journal, and his heart had grown a size or two. So much like her Mother, especially as she sat there with her blonde hair Jughead couldn’t bring himself to cut.
“Daddy?” She had picked up her fork and was now pushing the pasta around in her plate with disinterest, very much unlike her. She had taken after her Dad in the food aspect, which he was rather proud of.
“What’s up, bug?” He asked as he sat opposite her at the dining table.
“Did Mummy like pasta?” She looked up at him with eyes just like Betty’s and Jughead had to mask the pain that took residence on his face whenever his wife’s name was mentioned.
“Junie, Mummy loved pasta. Just like you. And do you know what else?” He wanted Juniper to know every last detail about her Mother, who she was and how she loved, and one day he would tell her their whole story, but not yet. It was a bit heavy for a 6 year old.
“What?” She asked, eyes wide in curiosity.
“She hated pumpkin, baby. Just like you.”
“Yuck, punkin.” She scrunched her nose up at the thought, crossing her arms in distaste. “People who like punkin are weird, Daddy. You’re weird.” Jughead let out a laugh at his daughters comment, knowing full well she wasn’t wrong. Juniper finally stabbed a piece of pasta and popped it in her mouth, chewing around it and thinking of her next question. “What else did Mummy like?”
Jughead was always torn whenever Juniper asked about Betty. He wanted her to know every little detail about her Mum, but talking about her made his heart ache and his throat swell. And as much as he tried to put it off his mind couldn’t help but bring that memory to the forefront. It was the best and the worst day of his life.
The nurse placed the baby girl in Betty’s arms, and Jughead swore he had never been as happy as he was in that moment. Even though Betty had just given birth to a damn human, she still looked like an angel. Her hair was stuck to her face with sweat, cheeks red, eyes brimming with tears of elation. She was staring down at her daughter in her arms with a look that Jugheads memory would never do justice. She spoke without taking her eyes away from her new born daughter.
“Juggie, we made her. Can you believe it?” Her voice was thick with love. Jughead had to swallow before he could speak.
“You did all the hard work, Betty. I’m so proud of you.” He places a hard kiss to her temple. Betty finally managed to pull her eyes from her baby and smile a warm smile at her husband. “So, are we decided on her name?”
“Yes, it suits her don’t you think?” Her eyes are back on her daughter. “Hey, little Juniper. You want to meet your Daddy?” Jughead is more careful than he’s ever been as he takes his daughter from Betty. As he’s looking down at her little face, her eyes taking him in, he can’t help but think all the cliches to life. She is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and he’s so in love. He curled his finger around her little hand.
“Hey, Juniper. I’m your Daddy, baby girl.” He didn’t even notice the single tear that rolled down his face. “You and your Mummy are the the best things in my life, and I promise I will never let anyone or anything hurt either of you.”
He broke that promise very shortly. Not intentionally, and by no choice of his own.
“Daddy?” Junipers voice broke him from his reverie.
“Sorry, baby. Let’s see, what did Mummy like?” He pinched his chin with his thumb in forefinger with a funny look on his face that caused a burst of giggles from his daughter. “She liked movies, especially the old ones.”
“Like black and white ones?” She asked her Dad.
“Some of them were, yeah. And she liked vanilla milkshakes. She liked to read. And she loved to write.” Junipers eyes lit up at this new revelation.
“Really Daddy? Like me?” Her smile was contagious.
“Yeah, Junie, just like you.” He leaned over the table to say quietly, “She wrote to you, you know. When you were in her tummy.” She was nearly jumping in her seat.
“Can we read some, Daddy? Pleeeaaaase?” She almost yelled in excitement, giving another toothless grin at her Father.
“Of course, sweetie. When you finish your dinner, how about you have a bath and we’ll read some tucked in bed?” Juniper shovelled more than a mouthful of pasta into her mouth at once, and quickly stood from her chair and pushed it in.
“All finished!” She said through a mouthful of food. Jughead cold only laugh at how much she looked like him right then.
“Alright, my little bug. I’ll go run that bath.”
Once he had Juniper in the bath, he went to his bedroom and pulled the box down from the top of his closet. Only on occasion would he pull out the journal that Betty had filled with pages and pages for Juniper. He ran his hand over pink front cover.
Betty’s pregnancy had been complicated from the start, and there was a lot of talk of worst case scenarios and so many take it easy mentions that she had stopped working at the Registery. So at night when she couldn’t sleep from being so anxious for her baby, and with the lack of writing she was doing now, she channeled it all into this journal she was going to gift to her little girl one day. At first Jughead couldn’t understand, she would be up all hours and he would worry that she was never getting enough sleep. He would tell her it was silly, nothing would happen and she could tell their little girl everything herself soon enough. But she ignored him and did it anyway, and he came to understand. And now he was eternally grateful to his wife for her determination to do it.
It was all that Juniper would have of her Mother that was her own, not things she would hear from Jughead, or her grandparents or Auntie Polly and Uncle Arch.
This journal was for her, and when she was old enough to understand he would gift it to her and she could read it all herself, take from it whatever she wanted. But for now he could read her a page or two.
Jughead walked around the room a few times with his new born daughter in his arms, and he never wanted to put her down. But when Betty ushered him back to her with an “Oi” and a hand wave, he obeyed.
He sat down on the bed with Betty gently as not to move her too much. For all the complications during her pregnancy the birth had run smooth. He repositioned Juniper in his arms so that her little head was between the two new parents.
think she looks like you, Jug. What do you think?” She pecked a tiny kiss on her daughters head.
“She’s beautiful, Betts. Which she only could have gotten from you.” Betty swatted his arm and let out a laugh.
“Oh, shush you.” She leaned toward him and kissed him softly, pausing against his lips and smiling. “I love you so much, Jughead. I’m so happy right now. I can’t believe this is my life.” She had her eyes closed, she was a little pale and he thought of how exhausted she must be.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know, baby.” He kissed her back. “Do you want me to let you get some rest?” She quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her as he went to move.
No, stay. Both of you. I want to enjoy this moment.” She lay her head against his shoulder and just watched her daughters face. She bought her hand up slowly to run it down Junipers cheek. “I love you, little bug. You are all I’ve ever wanted and you will be so loved by everyone, you have no idea.” She was a little breathless as she spoke.
"Just us 3, against the world.” Jughead said with a beaming smile. “Right, Mummy?” He looked back at Betty, and she was awfully still. His heart was in his throat when she didn’t respond. “Betty? Betts?” He did his best to try and shake her awake with his shoulder while still holding Juniper. Betty’s head slumped from his shoulder. “Betty! Oh, oh my god Betty. Help!” He was yelling now, trying to get someone’s attention. He quickly jumped up and popped Juniper in her incubator, she was screaming and crying now with all the commotion but he had to get back to his wife who was lying motionless in her hospital bed. He put one hand around her neck and lifted her head, but there was no strength in her. “Fuck, Betty, please wake up baby. Come on. Help! My wife, please!” He reached up with his free hand and slammed the emergency button above her bed.
In less than a minute the room was flooded with nurses, they were pulling him away from Betty and he was resisting.
That’s my wife, you have to help her, please help her.” His face was saturated in tears, his voice barely a whisper. He could barely remember anything after that except a nurse telling him “We are trying, Mr Jones, but we need the room. I know it’s hard but please, I will come and get you when she’s stable.”
He did as he was told, and sat in the hallway outside her room with his head in his hands. Archie and Veronica were there with flowers and a teddy bear and so many questions, but he couldn’t speak so they sat with him and waited. He couldn’t shake the image of Betty lifeless out of his head. God. Please. Not now, he was begging. Praying.
"Take me instead, please I beg you. Take me instead, I’ll do anything.” He hadn’t realise he’d been saying it out loud until a throat was cleared.
"Mr Jones?” Jughead quickly shot up, his heart in his throat.
Yes, my wife, Betty? Is she okay? What’s happened?” And when he saw the look on the doctors face, his heart fell from his throat through his chest and he swallowed it whole. He didn’t even hear the words, it was just a mix of medical terms he couldn’t understand and apologies. “We’re sorry… Did all we could… postpartum hemorrhage…” All he really remembers is falling to the floor, Archie racing to catch him and Veronica sobbing.
Juniper was now in her pjs and snuggled under her covers. “Okay, ready Daddy.”
“That’s my girl.” Jughead placed a kiss on her forehead and lay down next to Juniper on her little bed. “Should we start at the start?” He asked her.
“Yes!” She snuggled into her Dads shoulder. “Pretty.” She noted, rubbing her hand over the pink cover of the journal in Jughead hand.
“Like you, baby girl.” He placed another kiss on her forehead. “This is yours, Juniper. Mummy wrote it for you, and when you’re old enough, it’ll be yours to take care of. That okay?” He looked down at her, her eyes trained on the journal and her mouth in a little pout. So many times a day Jughead would catch her looking so much like Betty, normally in a moment of thought like she was now. She nodded at him.
“I wish I was old enough now.”
“I know baby, but you’re already growing up too fast for Daddy’s liking. So too bad.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she laughed at him.
“Quick, Dad! Read to me.” She said a little impatiently.
“Sorry! Okay, let’s read the first page. This one Mummy wrote when she first found out you were in her tummy,-”
“Babies don’t grow in tummies Dad.” He looked down at her in slight horror.
“Okay, this is what I meant by growing up too fast, smartie pants.” She just smiled back at him and nudged him to carry on.
“Well then, Mummy wrote this for you when she first found out she was having you. The doctor told her that she had to be very careful and not to do too much with herself, so with all her free time she wrote to you.” Jughead was waiting for a response from his daughter, and when he didn’t get one he took it as means to carry on.
“To my little bug-”
“That’s what you call me, Daddy.” She said happily. Jughead could only smile.
“It’s what me and Mummy called you before we knew you were a girl, before you were born.” She contemplated that for a moment.
“Okay, I not stop you anymore. Keep going.”
“To my little bug, I love you so much already. Me and Daddy can hardly believe you are in there! I can’t wait until I can feel you moving in there, my love. I don’t know if I can wait the 8 months to meet you. The doctor told Mummy I have to take it very easy, and your Daddy is making sure of that. He’s going to be the best in the world baby, I just know it. You and I are so lucky to have him. I promise to fill this whole journal with stories about Mummy and Daddy, and all about our journey together while you’re growing. I can’t wait to see your face bug, I secretly hope you look just like your Daddy. I hope my heart is big enough for the both of you!.”
“Daddy? You okay?” Juniper looked up at him and reached her little hand out to wipe a tear that had slipped down Jugheads cheek. “Why are you sad?” He kissed her hand that was against his face and put the journal on the ground,
“I just miss your Mum, bug. But I’m so lucky to have a little bit of her in you.” Juniper snuggled in closer to her Dad. “I think that’s enough for tonight, you need to sleep little one.”
“You forgot before, Daddy. When you told me about what Mummy likes.”
“Mm? What did I forget?” She looked up at him and he brushed her hair from her face. She had a smile on her face just like Betty’s and it made his heart twist in his chest.
“You! Silly. Auntie Ronnie told me that you were Mummy’s soul friend and I always remember.” He could feel his eyes wanting to cry again but forced it back, he didn’t want to end up upsetting Junie.
“Auntie Ronnie wasn’t wrong, baby. Mummy is my soul mate.” He lightly kissed her nose as he rose from her bed and tucked her in. “And you should be on that list too, Junie. She loved you more than anything.”
He stood in her doorway for a moment after he switched off her light, her face illuminated from the light in the hall as she fell into a peaceful sleep. She was the perfect balance of himself and Betty, he thought. His heart broke more every day without her, but those glimpses of her in Juniper helped to mend it.
“I miss you, Betts. So much. I wish you could see her grow. There’s so much you in her, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. You knew I could never live without you, and with giving me her meant I never have too. I love you for that.”
Being close friends with wanda maximoff is a gift ; she’s sweet, caring , beautiful and so much more . You wish the world could see her as you do . You met in a book store , and instantly clicked . Now you spend most of your free time together , either at the avengers tower or at your apartment . You’ve gotten to meet the other members of her team, and got along with them just as well. You have almost as good of a bond with them as you do with wanda . So being around the tower isn’t abnormal for you , even when Wanda’s was busy. It didn’t take much for her to convince Stark to give you an ID pass for the tower. You have access to each of the teams floors, the gym and the communal floor; only Tony’s lab was off limits but he even let you come watch him work some days .
Right now you’re in the gym, you had the urge to get in a quick workout before lunch with wanda after her meeting with Fury. You finally have a couple days off for work and plan and spending as much time you can with your friends . Nat ,Sam and Steve are also in the gym, but Sam and Nat exit about ten minutes before you and Steve . Your body is aching , i think I might of over did the elliptical today, fuck. You step into the ladies locker room, craving a hot shower to soothe your muscles , but as you reach the locker containing your bag , moan begin echoing through the room.
“ fuck Sam,”
“ you like that Natasha you -”
No no no no . GROSSSSS . You grab your bag and bolt out of the Locke room before you can get too scarred for life . There is no way I can skip out on a shower, I smell horrible . Oh! He boys showers! If Sams in there then they should be clear! You walk across the hall to the men’s lockeroom , upon entering you hear water running .
“ hello?” You call out
“ y/n? Is everything okay? ” Steve calls out .you peek around the corner, licking eyes with a very naked, wet Captain America . Holy balls.
“ ye-yeah . Uh Sam and natasha are … getting friendly in the other locker room, mind if I shower in here?”
The shower stalls aren’t full height , they come up enough to cover a little above your waist .
“ yeah, that’s fine . Sorry about them .” He chuckles turning back around . Fuck his back is just as fucking beautiful as his front , damn.
You shuffle around the locker room, dropping your bag and grabbing your shower shampoo , conditioner and body wash. You jump into the stall mirroring Steves, so your backs are to each other . This isn’t awkward right? It’s not like he’s going to see anything .
You turn on the water and let out a shriek when it touches your skin .
“ WHY IS THIS SO COLD?!?”
Steve bursts out laughing , watching as you cower in the corner of the stall .
Your back is to him , you can feel his eyes on you .
“ tony wanted to piss buck off, and made it so only one stall can have hot water at a time . So whenever we are all in here bucky manages to get the ice water , I completely forgot. ”
“ real fucking funny” you mumble . You wrap yourself in your towel after shutting off the after and grabbing your things .
“ scoot over Rogers .”
His eyes nearly pop from his sockets
“ w-wh-what are you -”
“ it’s not like you’ve never seen a naked girl Rogers. I gotta shower and be ready before Wanda’s done ! Eyes up here Captain.” You step into his stall, ripping your towel off your body and hanging it over on the edge . A deep blush
Rises from Steves neck to his cheeks . You send him a wink before stepping around him to get under the water .
You moan at the feeling of the hot water on your muscles .
“ is this too weird for you steve ? I can-”
“ no , it’s okay !” He replies quickly , making you smirk .
“ whatever you say .” You wink and turn back around . Don’t look at naked steve roger , don’t look at naked steve rogers. after washing your hair you rotate, letting steve under the water while you grab your body wash . You cave, letting your eyes wander over his backside . The team makes fun of his for having a small ass, but damn, is it a sight . You watch as he struggles to wash his lower/ middle back .
“ uh steve , you having an issue there ?” You giggle watching his arms flail as they try to reach certain spots
“ shut up, my arms are sore and I usually have my loofa on a stick to help.”
You explode with laughter , the image of captain America using a loofa on a stick flashes in your mind and you can’t control yourself .
You hear him grunt , you smile and smack his hands away from his back.
“ let me help .”
You use your body wash , letting it mix with his as your hands carress his back , lathering it until his back is covered . You press down a little harder , almost massaging his back. You hear a small groan escape him after you apply a little more pressure .
“ you’re back is tight Steve .”
“ feel free to keep going then y/n. I ain’t stoppin ya.” I will gladly keep my hands on this man, God every girl in America would kill for this chance . Your fingers move to his shoulders, applying extra pressure there when you feel numerous knots . Steves leaning forward , his hands flat against the stall wall infront of him, letting the shower rain over him as you continue massaging him, moans slipping from him every so often. After about 10 minutes he turns , giving you a crooked smile .
“ I knew there’s a reason we keep you around.”
You scoff , then switch your positions again so you can finally use your body wash for yourself .
You lather it in your hands before running them down your sides before move them to your ass . You hear steve suck in a sharp breath as your hands smoothe the bubbles over your ass cheeks, kneading your hands against the globes of it.
You look over you shoulder, sending him an innocent smile as you continue your movements .
“ my eyes aren’t down there Steven .” You dont have to turn around to know his eyes snapped up . You turn, applying more wash to your hands before lathering it over your front . You make sure to go slower when you run your hands around your chest , paying extra attention to your breasts. Steves eyes never stop watching your hands as they travel over your body . You watch as he tugs his lip between his teeth when your hands cupped your breasts, then slide up your neck . You lock eyes right before you whirl around to let the water rush over you and remove the bubbles . this entire situation has made a new heat Form in your body, specifically your core . The thought of someone as handsome as Steve Rogers watching you sets you on fire . You turn once again, Steves mouth opens , but the sound of the locker room door swinging open stops him. Both of your eyes go wide . Fuck , no one will let us live this down .
“ Steves?” Fucking Sam.
You did the only thing you can think of , you move so Steves under the water Now, and you drop to your knees so your hidden by the stall wall. Dumb fucking move , now in eye level with Steves fucking boner . Your mouth drops at the view you have , Steves rock hard cock bobbing against his stomach . He got hard from watching me ? Go me
“ yeah sam?” You hear the shakiness in his voice, and you send him a worried look. don’t blow this steve ! Your eyes fall back to his dick , that was a poor choice of words y/n.
“ wanda just called and asked if we wanted to go to lunch with her and y/n. You in ?”
Oh wanda .
You look up to steve , biting your lip as you lock eyes with him. You nod ‘yes ’ at him .
“ uh- ye-yeah . Just give me a little bit to get ready.”
“ alright man. Meet us in the lobby in20, wanda said she’ll grab y/n and see us there .”
You hear the door shut and you release the breath you’ve been holding . Steve extends his hands, helping to pull you up . Now there’s not even an inch between you , and his boner is pressed against your stomach . You can tell by how his rapidly chest is rising that he’s just as worked up as you .
“ y/n-” his eyes are just blown and your absolutely sure yours are the same . You bite your lip once again , neither of you removing your eyes from the other . One of his hands go to your waist , the other cupping your jaw while yours lay flat against his chest . His hand tilts your face up, his head leaning to the side as your lips get closer, before they can touch FRIDAYS voice booms through the locker room.
"Miss y/n , miss maximoff is requesting your location . Would you like me to inform-“
” no FRIDAY, tell her I’ll be on her floor in a minute . “
Steves eyes are still on you, watching your lips now as you respond to The AI . You shoot him an innocent smile , both of you knowing whatever was about to happen just got cut short .
As much as you don’t want to, you pull away from steve . Stepping back and grabbing your towel . You leave the stall to throw on your spare clothes , before leaving the locker room
I know it's only been a few hours but where is our cockles arm wrestling fic, with some witty banter and the winner gets a blowjob
“Babe, check Misha’s Twitter,” Danneel calls from the kitchen.
“I’m a little busy right now!” Jensen shouts back as he buttons a onesie over Arrow’s belly.
“It’s really important!” Danneel argues.
Jensen rushes with Zeppelin’s diaper and onesie and then sets the twins in their cribs. They’re good sleepers, so they don’t require too much attention at bedtime. Still, Jensen sits close by while they fuss, and pulls out his phone.
He scrolls aimlessly through Misha’s Twitter wondering what he’s supposed to be looking for when suddenly his thumb freezes right over a picture of his friend in a tight black t-shirt. Jensen immediately brings the phone closer to his face and zooms in on Misha’s chest.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath.
His eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees the video of Misha wrapped around a poll with his pecs popping. He just saw the guy a month ago, how could he have possibly gotten so jacked in that short of a time.
Once the twins are out cold, Jensen sneaks out of the room and finds Danneel and J.J. in the kitchen. He goes up behind Danneel and puts his hands on her hips.
“Did you know he looked like that?” he whispers in her ear.
“He told me he’s been working out a little more, but I guess he was underselling himself. Are the twins down?”
“Yeah, they’re good.” He pulls the baby monitor out of his back pocket and sets it on the counter. “I’m not gonna see him until San Diego.”
“Aw babe, I’m sorry. That’s a long time to wait before you get to squeeze those biceps.”
Jensen moves away from Danneel, leans back against the counter and watches J.J. filling in a coloring book at the kitchen table.
“Oh my god, Jensen, we can have sex tonight if it’ll make you feel better.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m fine. I just–he just–he should’ve told me he was working out. It would’ve been nice to, you know, be prepared or whatever.”
Danneel bursts out laughing but quickly covers her mouth to keep quiet. Their house might be big, but the twins always wake up at the sound of their parents’ voices.
“What’s funny, Mommy?” J.J. asks, turning around in her chair to look between the two of them.
“Nothing, sweetie, Daddy just made a funny joke. It’s almost time to get ready for bed, OK?”
“A month. A fucking month,” Jensen mutters under his breath.
“I want to play a game.” he says, leaning casually on his staff. Marinette keeps herself on the opposite side of the room, eyeing him with suspicion.
“I don’t like your games.” she answers, sounding quite unlike the strong Ladybug he knows she is.
“You used to.” he answers. She flinches.
“That was before you became a puppet.” she whispers.
Chat laughs, purple eyes gleaming and looking so wrong.
“I’m no puppet. I’ve always existed inside of your partner.” he seems to take only one step, but in the space of a blink he’s right in front of her, leaning towards her ear. “His resentment for you created me.”
He hears her gasp, and choke. It breaks off and a swallow works down her throat.
“I want to play a game.” he repeats. “I remember you mentioning that Wednesday’s used to be game nights… yes?” his hand trails up her arm, feeling her muscles tense.
“Yes.” she breathes out. “Wha-W-Wh-What play…. Game. Game do you play?”
“Hmmm… how about ‘Can you save your partner.’ That sound fun?”
Marinette shakes, he watches her bite her lip out of the corner of his eye. Her lip is trembling, it’s so cute that chat traces his thumb over it and revels in her whimper.
“You’re sick.” she whispers.
Chat steps back, grinning widely. He moves to sit down on her chase and watches in great satisfaction as she trembles and takes a shaky breath in. Her whole body is wired, on edge and her knees are shaking. She refuses to fall, knowing that’s what he wants.
“What’s your game?” she pants.
If possible, Chat Blanc grins wider and gently gets up to lead his princess to the couch. She sits, but puts as much space between him and her as possible. Not as if it would help.
“Say the thing that your partner wants to hear the most, and I might give him back.”
Marinette can’t hold back anymore and a stray tear leaves her eye. Chat resists the urge to lick it away, instead just watches it’s progress as she trembles. She’s muttering to herself, so low he can hardly hear it.
“Rules?” she finally asks.
“You get three chances, but if you say something wrong. You die. Because that means you never cared for him in the first place.”
“God you’re annoying.” Marinette murmurs.
“Is that one of your three?” Chat mocks.
The girl rolls her eyes, then takes a deep breath.
“I miss us.” is the first thing she says. Looking beaten down and tired. “I’m sick of fighting you. And I want you to come home.”
“That should be three things, Princess.” he replies, but he can feel a jolt inside of him that wants him to just quit. Pull her closer. This is his Lady, his Princess, she trusted him.
“Two. Hawkmoth can’t give you what you want.”
He swings his baton downwards, but she splits her legs and it hits the couch between them with a loud THWACK.
When he looks up she’s glaring at him.
“Come on Princess, you’re supposed to get rid of me.” Chat says.
“I don’t want to get rid of you.” she says.
“Thats a lie.” Chat thrusts his baton at her stomach but she dodges to the side and redirects his weapon by sliding the back of her hand along it. Then she surges forwards, and Chat ready to defend himself puts his arms up. But she just wraps around him. Sliding her arms around his stomach, her legs tangling with his, and she presses her face into his neck.
He actually shudders, and it trails from the end of his tail up his neck where he can feel his ears go hot.
“What are you doing!” he screeches, looking desperately for his baton to pry the girl from him. But ramming it into the arm of the chair bent it and pulled it from his hand.
He squeaks when Mari adjusts her grip tighter and starts moving her face against his neck and shoulder.
“You’re still my kitty.” she whispers, her voice breathy and exerted.
“No I’m not, I’m under Hawkmoth now and you-”
He wasn’t prepared for the hand that had snuck up and scratched its fingers between his ears. He shudders, eyes rolling back and tail twitching frantically. To his embarrassment a half moan half purr is pulled from his mouth, and he can feel Mari’s smile against his shoulder.
“See, my kitten still loves being scratched.”
To his embarrassment he still can’t reply because as soon as he’s about to her hand moves and scratches behind his left ear. He presses his lips tight together, hands on her waist fighting with themselves. Push or pull. His feet want to move but she’s pinning them down with her own.
She finds his pulse with her nose, and then sniffs him. Actually sniffs him. Takes a deep breath in right there.
It’s so unfair.
“Are you scenting me?” he squeaks,
“My kitty. Mine. Hawkmoth can’t have you. You’re mine.” she breaths out.
His traitorous heart thumps in his chest.
He feels her pucker her lips. Not enough to really count a kiss, just enough to let him know that she could.
She could do a lot of things to him right now.
He’s been tense the entire time waiting for a surprise attack, but none come.
Her fingers are scratching against his ear just right before she moves her face and presses her lips to his jaw. Still not really kissing him.
She moves her hand, fingers clenching in his hair. He readies for an attack as she forces his head towards her. Perhaps a knee to his stomach? Maybe a knife she’s been hiding? Snatching his hand from where it rests on her hips to steal his ring?
All of those things seem more likely than what her actual pièce de résistance is a barely there kiss that she presses to his mouth.
Her lips are unfairly soft, traitorously inviting as she presses them hesitantly against his. She moves, sliding her lips against them and the dam of butterflies waiting in his stomach twists nearly painfully, then bursts. Sending warmth throughout his body, making him exhausted and shaky and warm.
When he pulls back to move, bump his nose against hers and get her to a better angle to hit a sudden itch she lets out a disappointed -well… he doesn’t want to say click, but a twitter or a vibration that comes from her quite like a ladybug- click and chases his lips with hers, fingers tightening in his hair.
It breaks his heart and heals it, sends his stomach doing absolute back flips, sends his head recalling and forgetting and remembering what it’s like to love her and every action she makes.
A purr like a motor, one she hasn’t heard in months starts in his chest. It rumbles against her chest and against her lips. She smiles against him, he almost sighs. God she’s cute.
She pulls back, and he tries to chase her again, wanting wanting wanting. But her hand in his hair keeps him from doing so. She smirks.
“My kitty will always have a part of him in you.” she says. “I’m accepting you. I love all of you, Chat. And all of you is mine.”
Anxiety knows what fireworks are, everyone does, but his only first hand experience with them is the loud boom in Thomas’ head when he and the others watch fireworks without Anxiety. And, frankly, the noises are terrifying and always have him blasting music and hiding under the covers to avoid them. This time he can’t do that, because Patton’s dragged him out to watch with them this year. Everything is new and confusing, and he’s reaching his limit with people. They’ve been sitting on the grass since two in the afternoon, more people gradually coming and setting down their things. Joan has gone on three snack runs for Thomas, the sides, Talyn, Valerie and Terence at the convenience store. All of them are surrounded by empty soda bottles, crumb-filled chip bags, and candy boxes. The sky’s been dark for nearly an hour, and as much as Anxiety wants to do this, Morality can’t hold him tightly enough to drown out the screaming children and sheer amount of people nearby. It’s becoming too much. Just as he’s about to tell Patton and apologize, something bright catches his attention.