shes so pretty i could cry :(

The White Dress.

This story is about my friends MIL, and her wedding. Strap in guys, this is a wild ride in which I did THE THING that got me banned from any of her family functions. (Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm)

A good friend of mine from university was getting married! They had been a couple since Junior year of college, through her 2 years in the peace corps and currently her return to this continent. 6 years in total. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her MIL secretly hates her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside.

Point 1: She is vegetarian and jewish, husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides, as well she brought a vegetarian casserole. MIL, after knowing her for THREE years, and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget friend doesn’t eat meat…proceeded to put meat in every dish. Friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while MIL cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking.

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a friendly reminder that no matter how many bad books we read there’ll always be soc a.k.a the true masterpiece of our time which is like a safe blanket for murder babies and you can throw it over your head and pretend you’re on your way to a big heist or smth equally dangerous (but exciting) :’) and while you’re dreaming of $$$kruge$$$ you might also wanna remember that soc has:

- a bi poc character who didn’t dance around the term hgtawm style and pull some lame explanation out of his ass ala ‘it’s complicated’ but he actually said ‘not just girls’ so yeah confirmed bi poc who’s a KNOWN flirt and everybody praises him for it instead of mocking/shunning him honestly what did we do to deserve jesper fahey
- a disabled gang leader who’s literally thE BADDEST BARREL BOSS TO EVER WALK THE STREETS OF KETTERDAM caw caw bitches (he also has severe ptsd, panic attacks, suffers from traumatic flashbacks and experiences nausea and all kinds of ptsd symptoms everytime he (even accidentally) touches someone but does that limit or stop him in any way?? HELL NO MOFOS here comes kaz brekker with his crow cane and he’s about to whoop some ass better beware)
- a beautiful, amazing, talented, showstopping, spectacular, never the same woc who is basically?? everyone’s treasure, heart, love, most cherished person ever, role model, etc. etc. and it’s only right tbh inej ghafa owns my entire heart and i’d gladly give it to her over and over again if that would make her smile. she’s been sold into slavery (mentions/hints of prostitution which only adds to her bravery and strength thank you very much) when she was 14 but she managed to leave the past behind her and remain INCREDIBLY kind and humble despite all the shit she’s been through?? there is no character i adore, respect and love more than inej (okay maybe there is and inej calls her sankta alina b y e)
- a CANONICALLY. FAT. FEMALE CHARACTER WHO’S JUST!!! AMAZING. BREATHTAKING. HEART-STOPPING (literally). a true inspiration to us all who was also held captive when she was younger, trained by the mighty (goddess on earth) zoya nazyalensky, held captive again - this time by a gross ass, fanatic ass fjerdan nazi soldier/leader and lemme tell you she didn’t even lose her appetite. BOI she wasn’t even fazed. she couldn’t find a single fuck to give & she was determined to move on but she was plagued by guilt so she came back to save/help the boy who helped HER so she’s not just a pretty face and she’s so?? badass and smart and funny and fierce and she’s so fucking PROUD of every roll and curve on her body i could actually cry?? nina zenik, an actual muse for young girls/readers. nina zenik, life & wife goals
- a smol (very smol but also kind of a sinnamon roll tbqh? he aspires to be one anyway) angelic boy who comes from a TERRIBLY abusive home bc his father is an actual piece of shit and humiliated him all his life bc wylan couldn’t read. well guess what joke’s on van eck senior bc my boy, my CANONICALLY GAY SON, is smarter than him and his entire sorry lot and he’s gonna take over the world one day, you just wait. also just wants to make things go boom boom POW (usually regarding explosives but also applies to jesper a.k.a THE MOST PERFECT, CARING, WONDERFUL BF EVER)
- a big yellow tulip also known as matthias helvar. so matthias is that boy who helped nina escape the clutches of his scary boss and he’s the actual literal embodiment of the grumpy cat. but!!! he undergoes the biggest character development of all imo bc he manages to change for the better (bit by bit, brick by brick) and let me tell you that’s COMMENDABLE. like listen this is a young man who’s been brainwashed into hating everything nina & the rest of kaz’s merry band of misfits stand for. he’s been taught nothing but hate hate and more hate and he manages to turn his back on those prejudices and he opened up so much and we got to see so much more of him in ck and we learned that he’s super kind and sweet and giving, and he’s so pure and wonderful and amazing. he also loves nina zenik A LOT which is smth i can get behind and relate to 100000%
- last but not least kuwei, who’s not ~an official~ member of kaz’s vip club (pity pity pity) but. he’s a gay poc (asian!!! the same as tamar&tolya from tgt so please don’t whitewash him, it’s unacceptable) who’s sassy but kind of laid back at the same time and his favourite pastime is to just chill in the back and pretend he’s not listening/doesn’t know the lingo but guess what?? boy is like an international spy bc he understands more than he lets on. he also lost his father (which kind of turned him into a living prize bc everybody wanted him for his knowledge & chemistry skills, like he could probably cook up a deadly virus in three minutes if he was feeling inspired that day - which never happened but still. it’s good to have options) and yet never complained about anything and he just let that drama unroll like 👀👂 I HATE DRAMA 🎧🔍📝 overall deserved better

DEH 10.5.17

-general-

  • OH MY GOD HERE WE GO
  • So there was the obc except for larry/michael park who was understudied by Asa Somers
  • Mike looks at individuals in the audience, he speaks to them specifically
  • i think Will uses this technique where you look at the back of the heads of people/back of the theatre, its used for speaking to the whole theatre 
  • and can i just say, will does NOT get enough credit for his entire performance, while yes his comedic timing and stuff are AMAZING, he cries while on stage and brings a lot of emotion that i did NOT expect but it was so good
  • Ben kinda does both, god his voice is so good, its so much better irl if thats even possible
  • connor has a braided leather bracelet
  • If mike says that he’s not a strong singer 1 more time im gonna cut a bitch
    • his voice is so clear and he hits every note perfectly
  • dude. the sets are so pretty ughgugh
  • Mike Faist is a beautiful human like. pictures dont do him justice man, he looks good in them but irl hes like. !!! wtf hes so pretty
  • bens outfit changes are so quick how does he even do that wtf
  • LISTEN TO ME DO NOT SELL YOUR TICKETS BC THERES AN UNDERSTUdY

-act 1-

  • after connor says fuck you to zoe ,, mike gives laura a teeny tiny smile right before he puts his head down 
  • oh my god speaking of smiles the are you high smile is SO FUNNY
  • the part in waving through a window where theres the break and then the 
    “ON THE OUTSIDE ALWAYS LOOKING IN”? that is so powerful irl like. dude the sound vibrates through you and its so good
  • connor tries waving to evan during waving through a window but evan didn’t see, im fine this is fine
  • I started crying during waving through a window and I didnt stop till after the end of the show
  • Evan starts crying during writing the letter and he also doesnt stop
  • sincerly me has so many pretty harmonies
  • JARED SAID IT, HE SAID IT INSTEAD OF HOT I LOST IT
  • KiNkY
  • Zoe bounces her leg and bites her nails
  • Evan bites his nails, fiddles with his shirt, scratches at his palm, and picks at his fingers
  • the actors bring so much to the characters its so good!! its so good omg
  • AFTER SINCERLY ME FINISHES AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT CONNOR FLIPS OFF THE AUDIENCE ITS SO FUNNY
  • all you gotta DO
  • i could see the cellist from where i was sitting and she was rocking out to sincerly me and mouthing along it was great
  • right before requiem zoe like, rushes over to the letters after holding back and pushing cynthia away, its so deperate and powerful oh lord
  • okay so Asa brings so much to the role of larry, from what ive heard Michael is very stoic all the time but Asa like, is just really tired of life more than anything. 
  • Asa’s Larry for sure isnt a good guy but hes not the bad guy either. He fucks up as a parent for sure, and what he did to connor was not okay but like… man he does care even if he tries not to show it
  • during you will be found larry breaks down, he starts crying oof it broke my heart
  • Ben Platt is so good, his emotions are so raw, fuck, 

-act 2-

  • so, you and zoe,, ?? 
  • OH WHAT A NICE GLOVE
  • to break in a glove is so funny and sad at the same time
  • larrys voice breaks on “or if you’re tryna do whats best”
  • and he yells the next part, hes like on the brink of tears
  • Sincerly me reprise is a fucking bop and connor looks mildly uncomfortable about how many kids end up sucking dick for meth
  • we all know it but WILLS LAUGH IS A BLESSING
  • nYehHEHHeHEHhE
  • its so funny holy shit
  • YES THE INSANELY COOL !!! JARED KLIENMAN
  • a part of the saucy friendship we had ;)
  • i like the choreography for the reprise too its kinda different from sincerly me ??
  • larry drinks bourbon and some expensive looking wine
  • jared invites evan to his party with lots of alcohol like. he makes a big fucking deal out of the alcohol
  • ok so after the scene where jared accuses evan of having connors death be the best thing thats ever happened to him, jared storms off and evan kinda lingers after him on stage for a solid 30 seconds before being pulled away by zoe
  • evan starts dressing more and more like connor till theyre in almost the same outfit
  • evan has funyuns stashed away in his little headrest storage thing
  • after only us zoe kisses his and they lay down and wowie some things are heavily implied there
  • oh god so when heidi is at the murphys house and evan finds out he shrinks into himself so much 
  • will screams FUCK YOU EVAN, ASSHOLE with so much emotion in his voice you could feel everyone react
  • jared like, stomps his foot and screams silently during good for you, he starts crying and you wont see it if you dont look for it but man. that fucked me up.
  • heidi crys so much
  • okay so during the did you fall or did you let go connor yells at him almost as if he’s angry

  • during the finale ben seems like hes talking to everyone who’s ever wanted to kill themselves and it. Made me CRY
  • this is such a lifechanging show holy shit
Lingering Effects: Arrow 6x01 Review (Fallout)

Hello friends!!! Missed you guys! Man it has been a long writing break for me. I hope I remember how to do this!

Another hellatus survived! Another season premiere! Six seasons - wow. We’ve put in a chunk of time with this show. What I admire about Arrow is they really pay attention to what worked and what didn’t in the previous season and try incorporate those lessons into the next. Arrow has five years of lessons informing their sixth season premiere and the episode reflected it.  

There is a seamless fluidity and confidence to “Fallout.” Arrow knows what it does best and what it doesn’t. The captain of the Arrowverse, the original DC TV show, “the veteran” is owning their experience. The cast feels incredibly well integrated, it’s fast paced, funny and emotional. Most importantly it answers the long awaited “cliffhanger” while still leaving some unanswered questions and launching new mysteries.

The term “Fallout” is an interesting choice for the episode title. It stuck with me as I watched because of the open endedness to the term. The definition of fallout is:

1 a :the often radioactive particles stirred up by or resulting from a nuclear explosion and descending through the atmosphere; also :other polluting particles (such as volcanic ash) descending likewise

b :descent (as of fallout) through the atmosphere

2 :a secondary and often lingering effect, result, or set of consequences

There is no conclusion or end to what happened on Lian Yu and what Adrian Chase did.  The characters are still falling through the consequences. Some are grappling more than others with the, but the lingering effects are shifting them all in new directions. For some, these new directions are wonderful. For others, it is like a radioactive particle slowly descending all around them… like a cancer taking hold.

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A Different Fight II

Warnings: None!! This is a continuation of another short piece of writing that you can find here 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Genre: Angst but also finally some fluff 

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: HOLY CRAP GUYS!! I’m so blown away by your reactions to the first part, it’s absolutely nuts. Your kind words and feedback are appreciated, I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕


It had been two days since your fight with Peter and you were still really messed up about it. It was a Sunday afternoon and you had refused to get out of your bed since you had gotten in it over 48 hours ago. You had no motivation to do anything, only getting up to use the bathroom when you really needed to or to stock up on snacks. You slept a lot, trying to avoid the feeling of guilt that rotted away in the bottom of your stomach. Your only other super close friend Michelle was blowing up your phone with texts even though you really weren’t in the mood. You told her so, and she decided that she needed to come over (against your wishes). 

“This is the most pathetic thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Michelle’s voice woke you up from yet another nap, and you opened your eyes to find her standing over you.

“Yeah, this is the most pathetic I’ve felt in my whole life so I guess it’s fitting,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, are you this bummed out about a tiny fight with Peter?” she asked. “What did you even argue about anyway?” You groaned at the memories replaying in your head. 

“I don’t even know what really happened,” you said, running your hands through your hair. “I was just so mad and I took it all out on him. Not only that, I also got super jealous.” Michelle listened to your words carefully and you could see the gears turning in her mind. 

“Who is it that you were jealous of?” she questioned. 

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you complained. “It was Liz Allan, the senior. Peter’s been hanging out with her a lot lately and he ditched me to go to her stupid party. Man, what does he see in her anyway? Other than the fact that she’s pretty, smart, and just about everything I’m not… Not that it matters, I just miss him since he’s, you know, a busy guy.” The two of you were silent for a moment. You hadn’t really meant to say all of that, but Michelle had a way of getting you to open up to her. She stared at you for a long time and you raised your eyebrows at her, puzzled by her strange look. 

“Y/N, you totally love Peter,” she declared. You started to argue, but she cut you off. “You like him so much and you’re jealous of Liz because you think he likes her! This isn’t because you were mad, this is because you won’t admit you have feelings for him! I called it!" 

"MJ, that’s crazy…” you said. “He’s just a friend." 

"A friend that you love,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. She was right. Of course she was right, she always was. Thinking about Peter with Liz made you feel like a wave had washed over you, suffocating you in a mix of insufferable envy and sadness. Every time he said her name your stomach dropped, similar to how it did during roller coaster rides or when you drove over big hills. You knew you needed to fix things with him, he was way too important to you and you couldn’t let things stay the way they were. Michelle left, spewing out kind words of support and advice as she went. You finally stood up, ready to face your problems. 

Tracking Peter down was hard. You didn’t want to text him because you weren’t sure he was going to answer. Even if he did, would he really want to see you? You tried his apartment but his aunt was the only one home. May usually loved seeing you, but today she seemed a little off. You didn’t blame her, Peter probably had told her what happened and her opinion of you must have changed. You decided to try one other place, the spot where you and Peter had spent most of your time together. 

The rooftop was a little chilly and your ears stung a bit in the wind, but you barely noticed since you were so preoccupied with finding Peter. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge. He was in the Spider-Man suit but the mask was off, discarded behind him on the cement. You took a deep breath and approached him quietly. He must have heard you, probably from his super senses, because he turned his head to face you. He looked just as awful as you did, if not worse. His hair was a mess and he had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. His skin was blotchy and it seemed as if he had cried recently. 

“Hi,” you said, willing your voice not to crack. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to begin. 

“Hi,” Peter echoed, his tone lacking all of its usual enthusiasm. He swung his legs back over the ledge and stood up. 

“I… I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” you started. “I was totally out of line, I should never have said any of those things to you-" 

"Yeah, no kidding,” Peter said. He furrowed his brows, looking at the ground. “Look, I want to accept your apology and for everything to be cool…" 

"Great!” you said, relieved. It felt as if a boulder had been lifted off of your shoulders that you didn’t realize you had been carrying. 

“I want to,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “But I don’t know if I can. It’s just… Well, it’s complicated.”

“So tell me how I can fix it,” you begged. If you had any tears left you would have been crying, but you had already shed them all. You were completely empty and the only thing you could do was stand there like a statue. 

“Y/N, you said some pretty bad things,” Peter reminded you. As if you had forgotten. “Honestly, it was bad enough for you to take swings at me, but Liz? What did she ever do to you? I just don’t get it.” And so it began. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words started tumbling out of your mouth before you could contain them. 

“I don’t like her,” you blurted, your hands falling to your sides. “I don’t like you hanging out with her, I don’t like you talking about her, and I really don’t like you choosing her over me. It makes me feel like garbage. All you do is pine over her and the worst part is that you don’t even realize that it upsets me!” Peter’s mouth was a thin line, his eyes darkening. You felt a surge of dread flow through you. Not again, this wasn’t supposed to happen again. 

“Has it occurred to you that I can have other friends?” he asked loudly, his voice making your legs shake from under you. Panic seized you, the terrifying thought of having a repeat of what had already happened filling your brain. 

“That’s the problem!” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “She’s not just a friend! You were willing to beat me up over her. Peter, you pinned me against a wall! It’s not like you were taking down a criminal, you were arguing with me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly after a moment. “You know that. I’m not used to being so mad at someone I’m close to. I forgot what was happening for a minute, I forgot it was a different fight…” He looked away, sniffing as he tried to hide his face. You got a short glimpse of it and it was enough to know that he was crying. Abandoning all of your lingering anger, you walked over to pick up the mask he had left behind. You held it in your fingers, moving your thumb over the soft fabric absentmindedly. 

“Peter,” you said suddenly. “I’m not mad about Liz. I wasn’t mad to begin with. You were right, I’m jealous of her. I’m so insanely jealous and it made me say such horrible things to you. I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t change what happened…” Peter rubbed his eyes, finally meeting you gaze.

“But why would you be jealous of her?” he asked. You took a deep breath and took a cautious step forward. 

“I like you,” you finally admitted. “Actually, I more than like you. The way you feel about her, that’s how I feel about you. It’s awful, really. Everything you do makes my heart soar and it’s so hard because I can’t do anything about it!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You just wanted to get this off your chest before you chickened out. 

“The truth is, I love you Peter. I always have and I always will. You can date Liz, I don’t care. Just… Just please don’t hate me anymore. I can’t live with it.” Peter stared at you for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes wide. 

“I-I never hated you,” he said finally. “And I don’t want to date Liz. You’re 0 for 2, want to keep trying?” You were caught totally off guard, especially by how light and joking his tone and gotten once again. 

“But I thought-” you started but stopped as he held out his hand for you to hold. You hesitantly reached out to him and he gripped it gently, lacing his fingers between yours.

“You’re ridiculous, crazy, and have no clue how to deal with your temper,” he said with a small smile. “Why would I ever want to date anyone other than you?


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anonymous asked:

Batfam babysitting Mar'i headcannons? Pretty please

-I can imagine Jason being really good with small kids, like he knows exactly how to get a kid to stop crying when everyone else had failed to stop the incessant wailing, so he’d be really good with Mar’i when she’s a baby

-Bruce would always take Mar’i to the park when he had to babysit her and so there are tons of tabloid photos of Bruce pushing a stroller with a content little Mar’i all bundled up inside

-Tim would be better with Mar’i once she could talk and he would make up all sorts of stories to tell her. He would do all of the silly voices and tell of the brave knight princess Mar’i who saved King Richard from the clutches of the dreaded bat-dragon that was mad at him for breaking (another) vase

-Damian wouldn’t be left around Mar’i alone; it’s not that Dick didn’t trust him to watch Mar’i, he just didn’t want her to learn how to throw knives before she could speak on the off chance that she could accidentally kill herself 

-Steph and Cass would have tea parties with Mar’i once she gets into the typical princess stage where they would make cookies (and wreck the kitchen to the dismay of poor Alfred) and set up a table and drag the boys into joining them. Then they would paint nails, the boys’ nails to be specific. Dick totally rocked the bright fuchsia Mar’i chose for him, though Jason was a bit grumbly about the sparkly yellow Steph chose for him (”couldn’t it have been red at least, to stick with the whole “RED hood” thing” “shut up and let me paint your nails”)

-Duke and Damian would teach her how to play video games like Cheese Vikings and the classics. She would eventually become a master at Mortal Kombat under the tutelage of Duke

-basically everyone would have an activity that would keep her occupied and stationary so they could have a rest but still make sure Mar’i is having fun

Babysitting Together {BTS Scenario’s}

Jin

Originally posted by savethepeebees

When your best friend called you to ask if you could babysit her three-year-old daughter, you immediately said yes. When your boyfriend called to ask if you could hang out five minutes later, you decided he could just come with. 

The toddler in question was a handful. You knew how to handle her, as you’d known her her entire life, but you were glad to have some help.
Jin spent most of his time trying to make the young girl laugh. You watched with amusement as he played peek-a-boo with her. The child was almost crying because she was laughing so hard and honestly, it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.
You had to put her to bed because she would not calm down when Jin was around. When you finally made sure she was comfortable, you walked back to your boyfriend, who was lying on the couch.
“I could get used to this, Jagi. Could you?”

Suga

Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi called you in a panic. He was stuck babysitting a child he did not know how to handle, and he was pretty sick of it. 

After laughing at him over the phone for a good amount of time, you packed some stuff and drove over to the house he was babysitting at.
You walked in on your boyfriend laying on the floor, empty eyes looking at the ceiling, and a small child sitting on his stomach, bouncing up and down.
When he heard the door shut, he stood up quickly, causing the child to tumble off of him and land on the floor.
The little boy started to cry immediately and you rushed over, glaring at your boyfriend in the process.
After you took care of the boy and laid him in his bed, Yoongi and you just laid on the couch for the rest of the night.
Yoongi looked at the back of your head resting against his shoulder. “Man, children are terrible.”
You chuckled. “Not if you know how to handle them.”
He just smiled and kissed your shoulder.

J-Hope

Originally posted by kimthwriter

You and your boyfriend, Hoseok, had agreed to babysit your niece for the evening. You were pretty tired from work this day, but Hoseok had had the day off, and he was full of energy.

The evening consisted of you making dinner for the three of you while Hoseok and your niece were endlessly running around the house, screaming and yelling and laughing.
When dinner was ready, you all sat around the small round table and talked about small things.
You could tell that both Hoseok and your niece were starting to get tired, but neither of them was ready to admit it.
After dinner, the two kept messing around a bit, but when Hoseok started to chase after the young girl, causing her to find shelter in your arms, it only took minutes for her to fall asleep.
You decided to put her to bed, which obviously wasn’t a struggle, and walked back to the living room. You found your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch, one arm wrapped around a pillow.
You smiled and lay down beside him. You were really happy that your boyfriend went along with your family so greatly. You couldn’t wait for the day he’d actually be a part of it.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by rapnamjoon

Namjoon called you from his sister’s house. He had agreed to babysit her little son but was already regretting the decision. The toddler, quote, was ‘destroying the house and my will to live, with it’. It looked like you were going to have to cancel your plans to sit in a bath for the evening and pay a visit to your boyfriend.

Namjoon opened the door more disheveled than you’d ever seen him and you had to stifle your laughter. His hair was sticking out like a mad scientist’s and his clothes were obviously tugged on too many times to count. He looked completely exhausted.
The house looked no better. Magazines were spread over the entire floor, there was a puddle of what seemed to be lemonade on the floor, and the pillows that belonged on the couch were nowhere to be seen. In the middle of the chaos sat a tiny human being, smiling like he was having the time of his life.
At this point, you couldn’t contain your laughter at the insane scene in front of you and you had to hold on to the doorpost to keep from falling to the floor.
Namjoon was awkwardly standing behind you, obviously too embarrassed to say anything.
When you calmed down a bit, you turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, shall we?”

Jimin

Originally posted by nnochu

You and your boyfriend were enjoying a nice evening on the couch together when your best friend called you in a panic. Her babysitter had canceled last minute and she was supposed to be in a meeting in half an hour.

Of course, you told her she could just drop the girl off at your house. You and Jimin would keep her entertained until the meeting was over and she would be picked up again.
Sure enough, your friend showed up at your door minutes later, thanking you over and over again before leaving.
Jimin and you spent the evening watching movies while the small girl was cuddled up between you. The movies were mostly Disney, and neither of you minded. At one point during Cinderella, you heard soft snores coming out of the girl’s mouth and you both awed out loud.
When you looked up from the toddler you saw Jimin staring at you. He leaned in and kissed you softly.
“I love this,” he whispered, “and I could get used to this.”

V

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Taehyung had agreed to come babysit with you the second you asked him. It was no secret he loved children and you could use some company other than your older brother’s three-year-old son. 

As expected, your nephew was completely fascinated by your boyfriend, and your boyfriend by him.
You felt like the luckiest girl in the world while playing games with Tae and your nephew. He was just so.. sweet with the little boy, and it was obvious that he already loved the boy, despite just having met him.
Your nephew insisted that Taehyung would bring him to bed and tuck him in. You didn’t mind and just waited for your boyfriend’s return on the couch.
Taehyung walked into the living room with the biggest smile on his face. He felt as though he had been enchanted by the little kid. He had always known he wanted kids, but after spending the evening with you and a child, he was even surer.
The moment he saw you on the couch, he couldn’t contain himself and walked over, bending over you before kissing you gently. His hand cupped your face as you shifted slightly, making it easier for him to lean over your small figure. The kiss was sweet and gentle and the both of you made no move to deepen it, it was just right for the moment.
“Y/N,” Tae murmured against your lips, “I love you so much.”
You’d heard him say the words before but they still made your insides chutter.
“I love you, too, Tae. So, so much.”

Jungkook

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

It was Jungkook’s first time babysitting, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. The fact that the child he’d be babysitting didn’t know him at all didn’t help the matter. It seemed only logical to him to call you. Of course, you decided to help your boyfriend out and show him some of the tricks you’d learned in your years of experience with babysitting.

You arrived a bit late, half an hour or so, and the scene you saw when you walked through the door surprised you.
Jungkook was laying on the couch with the toddler in his arms. Both were sound asleep.
The sight was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen and you couldn’t help but take some photos.
After you’d taken at least forty pictures, you decided to make some dinner for when the two would wake up.
When they didn’t you walked over to the couch and kissed Jungkooks forehead lightly. He stirred a bit, and you giggled.
“Looks like you didn’t need much help, after all.” You smiled at him.
He looked up at you and kissed your lips gently.
“Maybe not, but I’m still glad you came.”

more texts for you bitches [pt 2]

angsty af texts

[text]: I’m not talking about this with you anymore I am so mad
[text]: So you decide to treat me better AFTER you break up with me…yeah, no. Not gonna happen. Lay off.
[text]: FYI telling a person to calm down is about the LEAST productive thing one could do!
[text]: Do you seriously have that little respect for me?
[text]: You’re a piece of shit.
[text]: Take a hint – I want nothing to do with you.
[text]: I hate that bitch.
[text]: I don’t think this is how you treat someone you love
[text]: You have to take me back. Please.
[text]: I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities.
[text]: It’s like you didn’t even realize what you said was immensely fucked up.
[text]: I also broke up with my [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other] tonight
[text]: What does it say about my self-esteem if I continue this?
[text]: I just don’t really feel like being your secret.
[text]: I just feel like no matter what I say it’s not correct
[wrong number text]: I think I’m gonna break up with [your muse]…I’m done.
[wrong number text]: [Your muse] just pissed me off so much.

flirty af texts

[text] Well, let me fuck you while I make potatoes. It’s every girl’s dream.
[text]: I’m sorry I asked to make out with you last night
[text]: So you don’t remember asking if you could kiss me?
[text]: Is it gay if I had sex with a guy during a threesome?
[text]: You have to love more than my vagina to be boyfriend material
[text]: I get nervous saying so in person, but I thought you were pretty adorable
[text]: Good morning. It’s [your muse’s name], the cutie you met on Tinder.
[text]: If we’re both single by the time we’re 30, let’s elope.
[text]: You’re not single, are you?
[text]: I want to have sex in my car again before I put the car seat back in
[text]: Here’s an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night.
[text]: Speaking of lightening speed, he ate me out while I was watching The Flash. If that’s not winning at life idk what is
[text]: Hey so I was thinking, would you like to grab a drink this weekend?
[text]: We just had sex in the shed while having a conversation about cheeseburgers…so that’s how my Thursday is going
[wrong number text]: Do you think [your muse] would say yes if I asked them out for drinks?
[wrong number text]: Holy crap [your muse] is fucking hot
[wrong number text]: To quote Rachel Green, [your muse] is so pretty, I could cry
[wrong number text]: I could never talk to [your muse] … [he/she/they] is so cute I’d be so embarrassed.

friendship af texts

[text]: You didn’t choose the taco life. The taco life chose you.
[text]: Your Snapchat story was solely footage of stray cats and whiskey shots
[text]: I’m eating pizza in the bathtub
[text]: I got high with a cute stranger. But [he/she/they] has a [boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other]. Sad.
[text]: Dude [he/she/they] must have been cute to get you to smoke with [him/her/them]!
[text]: If he’s into you and he’s got a girlfriend, what does that say about his character?
[text]: I’ve been out with this guy twice and no kiss!
[text]: I’ll eat brunch alone. No ones good enough when you’re not around
[text]: Anyone coming over I expect to be here by 8. There’s cake.
[text]: I’m masturdating. Going out alone! For fun.
[text]: Is it rude to send him a “Happy Birthday I Hope You Finally Get an STD” text?
[text]: Some guy tried to give me a high five out here and when I denied him he called me ugly
[text]: Please stop putting yourself down I hate when you talk badly about yourself
[text]: If you’re having problems, don’t worry about mine. You’re your own priority.
[text]: You should just dump [him/her/them] and move on.
[text]: I’ve had so many people in like the past week tell me they were closing on or saving for a house…I’m just like, have fun with that
[text]: You might have a house but I just spent hundreds of dollars on highlights so who’s really winning here
[text]: He was so cute, it was a shame it didn’t work out. I loved his face and his penis
[text]: You also look amazing in that pic I can’t stop looking at it lmao
[text]: As soon as I saw [he/she/they] asked me out for drinks, I was like aw fuck
[text]: Your mom is drunk at the bar

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran hcs on taking care of their and MC's child/ren?

I NEEDED THIS I HAVE SO MANY HC ABOUT THEIR KI D S.~Madre Mod

Yoosung

  • y’all daughter was pretty quiet
  • He panics whenever he leaves the room for one second because she doesn’t make a sound
  • prays that you come back home so you can watch her
  • Freaks out when she starts crying
  • Calls you to ask what he should do
  • “MC SHE CRYING I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, WHAT DO I DO?”
  • “She either needs to be changed, hungry or tired. If that doesn’t work just talk to her.”
  • The baby wanted attention from her father
  • you didn’t think your husband could get any more cute
  • but when you came home and saw him and your bundle of joy sleeping together on the ground. You thought otherwise.
  • many pictures were taken

Zen

  • selfies
  • you swear your daughter is going to love her reflection like her father
  • “Zen I love you and our daughter but stop sending m selfies every two seconds.”
  • He’s pretty good with a child honestly
  • almost like when she starts crying he automatically knows what she wants
  • he tries to practice with her but he ends up cooing at her when she tries to sing to him
  • “MC MC SHE’S TRYING TO SING WITH ME!!”
  • “I know zen I’ve heard.”
  • He puts sunglasses and a big hat on her head when he has to go somewhere with him, she’s a celebrity too!

Jaehee

  • you both adopted twins! thank god they aren’t identical
  • Jaehee has everything down to the point when she takes care of them
  • tries to keep them on a good schedule 
  • Jaehee please they are 1 year olds..
  • Best mother. Talk shit about her kids you get hit into the next century.
  • Very loving. When alone she will baby talk to them, and ask them questions about simple things.
  • Likes to keep you updated on things that the babies do
  • “Mc our kids are trying to form words!”
  • “RECORD IT FOR ME PLEASE”
  • fangirls over how cute they are

Jumin

  • His pride and joy
  • he has no clue how to take care of his son
  • he actually calls you every few minutes to figure out what to do.
  • but he actually tries to do something before calling
  • “Mc I tried to calm him down with Elizabeth 3rd and a bottle but he won’t stop crying.”
  • “Maybe he wants to play with you! Take some of his toys and play with him in the living room. He likes the blocks the most.”
  • He tries to take pictures but we all know that he can’t
  • well, until he took one single perfect picture of his son sleeping with Elizabeth 3rd curled up at his head
  • He CRIED
  • that photo is copied and framed 

Seven

  • When he found out you was having twin girls he flipped
  • yes the seven having twins thing is overdone but I can see a twin having twins is pretty possible 
  • He makes them their own one of a kind toys that doesn’t fucking spit fire
  • He actually tries to teach them how to hack
  • it ends up with the girls bashing the keyboard while seven cries
  • He makes an effort to take care of them better than his bitch ass mother
  • Fun dad
  • He pokes their noses and watched them stick their tongue out at him
  • Those girls are a family meme

V(Not requested but I wanna add hiM)

  • He got the fucking surgery so he can see his son
  • He cried alot
  • “Jihyun are you ok? Do you want me to take him?”
  • “Mc i’m so happy that we have a handsome baby boy. I’m so happy that I can see our boy grow up and make us proud.”
  • Takes many pictures when left alone with him
  • He’s kinda a pushover kind of dad
  • He let’s the boy get away with stuff
  • so natural with this boy???
  • You can’t believe it????

Saeran

  • He stares at his daughter a lot
  • that “Your going to be just like HER.” thing lingers in his mind a lot
  • very surprised that he now has a little person to take care of
  • touches her to see if he’s dreaming
  • he relies on you alot to help him since….you know
  • He’s good with protecting her from Saeyoung
  • You can see that he’s going to do the same thing when she gets old enough to date
  • Saeran likes to take hourly naps with her. He puts her next to him (on her back cause he learned that it’s not a good thing to let an infant lay on their stomach for long) and he lays next to her and falls into a peaceful sleep
  • you think it’s adorable while he’ll never admit to it
Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”

“No!”

“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

We're okay.

Betty had a way about her, something in her warm green eyes that made every single thing that came out of her mouth make sense. Every time she spoke he believed her. She wouldn’t lie, she wouldn’t hurt him. So when she told him he was okay, he had no choice but to believe her.

He could still remember the first time, those two words had come out of her pretty little heart shaped mouth. He had been six years old and was playing in the sandbox at recess, his favorite action figure destroying the sandcastle he had built, Archie was off somewhere getting a drink from the water fountain when Reggie Mantle approached Jughead, an ugly smirk on his adolescent face.

“What are you doing jerkhead?” Reggie had laughed, reaching for the toy

“It’s Jughead” he pouted pulling his G.I Joe out of the grumpy boys reach.

“Well I say it’s jerkhead and I want your doll.”

Jughead and Reggie fought and tugged on the little army man, before Reggies eyes lit up and he released the doll, sending it flying into Jugheads face, the edge of its head smashing directly into his nose. He could see the blood streaming out and he wanted to cry.

Reggies eyes got wide and he almost looked sorry before he ran off “you wanted it back” he shouted over his shoulder. Jughead was panicking, there was so much blood and he felt the tears well in his eyes,
suddenly a pretty blonde girl with a light blue flowery dress was kneeling in front of him and digging in her backpack

“That Reggie Mantle is such a butt face, I saw him throw that toy at you.” She pulled out a tiny pink pack of tissues and with her little six year old fingers she tilted his head back a little, placing the tissue under his nose and holding it over him.

“I’m Betty Cooper, I know you can’t really talk but that’s okay, because I already know you’re Jughead Jones, you’re Archie’s friend, he’s my neighbor.” Quickly lifting the napkin she took a peek at his nose and smiled satisfied

“That wasn’t so bad, quicker than most nose bleeds! You’ve got one tough nose.” She smiled softly and giggled, balling the tissue up and putting it in her used up brown paper bag.
Jughead just stared at her, he couldn’t believe what had just happened, an old tear betrayed him and fell down his cheek.

Little Betty Cooper brushed a finger over his cheek and smiled so sweetly he felt his heart ache

“You’re okay.”

With that she skipped away and headed over to play with Kevin Keller.

That hadn’t been the last time she had uttered those words to him in times of stress.

The day his mother left, he had borrowed Fred Andrews ladder and climbed the Beautiful Blondes window, tear stained cheeks and missing beanie she had held him in her bed as he cried, rubbing his back and whispering softly in his ear. Later that night as he was climbing out her window, all cried out and filled with Betty’s infamous “Broken Heart Brownies” she had wrapped a hand around his wrist and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You’re okay.”

He simply nodded, just like had that first time.

And then there was the time that he had confessed his true feelings for his gorgeous best friend through a kiss in her bedroom after an insane weekend.

He had been a bundle of nerves, pulling away, his chest pounding and fingers shaking at the thought of losing his best friend over his own selfish behavior
But she had just placed her forehead against his and smiled

“Hey, you’re okay.” And captured his lips with her own.

So that brought them to today, walking through the trailer park, his fathers dark secret revealed by his own best friend, the anxiety he felt at having to explain his families choices, the fear he felt at losing Betty over something he couldn’t control.

But she was there, beside him, assuring him that it didn’t matter, telling him she believed in him, and after he had brought her in for a searing love filled kiss she had breathlessly pulled away and he smiled, whispering against her lips in utter relief

“We’re okay.”

“Frienemies” to Lovers pt.5

Originally posted by bangtan


-time skip-

“I miss her!” Tae whined, rolling on the floor.

“I miss her too!” The other 95 liner joined Taehyung on the floor.

“Guys…”

“When can we visit her?”

“Guys…”

“She made the best japchae too!”

“It’s only been a week.”

“One week too many!” The friends sat up as they pouted. “Can we visit her?”

“She says she’s been busy.” Namjoon told Tae.

“Let’s surprise her!” Hoseok suggests.

“But we can’t let you-know-who know about this. She is apparently dead to him.” Jin said remembering the drunk Yoongi.

“Even so, she would want him to be happy even if she isn’t in his life.”

“She deserves someone so much better.” Jin complained, “She’s suffering because of him and all she cares about is if he’s okay. Anyone would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend! Yoongi is taking it for granted. Does he even realize how much her life changed when she became friends with us.”  With Jin being your best friend, he knew about all your problems before you became friends with the rest of  Bangtan. No one believed in you and that you would be able to be a
(dream job). You wanted to prove your haters wrong and now you couldn’t do that. He knew that you wouldn’t let words hurt you but he also knew you would break when Yoongi would spat out every piece of hate that he had for you.

“Shouldn’t we just try and convince him again?” Jimin asked. “Maybe he might finally stop being so stubborn. We need to stop him now.” Yoongi wasn’t himself anymore. He was always at Mina’s or at a bar with Mina and he started focusing less on his music–something very uncommon for the man–and he avoids all the members.

“That’s not gonna happen. This is Yoongi we’re talking about.” Namjoon sighed out.

“Does he even remember what happened that night?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah because someone told him!” 5 boys looked at a sheepish TaeHyung.

“I’m sorry!” He said.

“Anyways, I guess we can go without him and surprise her. He’s always gone nowadays.” Jin shrugged as he takes off his pink apron and packs up food for you.

“Let’s go!” Jimin cheered. Everyone got up and got ready to see you.

They arrived at your house and knocked on the door.

“y/n! Are you home?” You were on the couch, peacefully watching kdramas not crying at all. You stood up and walked to the door. You opened it and brightened at the boys’ presence. “y/n!”

“Hey guys! What’s up?” The boys were definitely in shock to see so bubbly like how you used to be. Did you really get over Yoongi?

“We’re doing great now that we can see you!” Jin smiled as everyone sat at the dining table.

“How’s Yoongi?” A flinch of shock was brought upon the boys. They never expected you to ask about Yoongi, let alone even endure the mentioning of the man. You noticed the flinch and looked at them suspiciously, “…What’s going on with him?”

“U-um! Well, it’s a long story.”

“I have time.”

“Well…after you left and we went home after helping you unpack, we saw Yoongi drunk with Mina and he said….things. And now he’s avoiding us and he’s always out in the club with Mina, doing who knows what. And we’re suspicious that he misses you but he’s being stubborn or maybe he’s going through a state of denial and that he’s thinking that he’s not in love with you when we know he really is OR he’s starting to feel the guilt after the incident with you two.” Namjoon explains.

“…wow.” was all you can say as you processed everything. Like a turtle, you were usually slow. But there are those day where you were faster than the others. “I already knew.” They spat out their water that magically appeared, spraying water at each other’s faces.

“H-how?” Hoseok sputters out as he wipes off the water the Jimin spat at him. “Dirty water, my faceu, don’t toucheu.”

“I saw him at the club at some point.”

“YOU WENT TO THE CLUB!?”

“Jin, I’m a year younger than you. I’m not a teen.” You sipped on your water. “I saw him and he flirted with me while he was drunk. And we talked about…things.”

-flashback-

You were forced by some idiot friend of yours to go to a damn club. You sighed heavily, looking at all the sweaty bodies and hearing the bass practically blow your eardrums out.

“Hey girl!” You hear a familiar voice slur at you. You looked and saw Yoongi, walking wobbly towards you. “You looking fineeeeee….” He flirted.

“’M Yoongi. You should meet my girlfriend, she looks just like you.” You rolled your eyes. “Her name is y/n.” You froze.

“She’s so beautiful. I miss her. She left me. I want her in my arms and I wish I didn’t tell her all shitt about me hatin’ herr.” He leaned his body against you, breaking you out of your frozen state. “HOLD ME TIGHTTTT.” He sang loudly.

“y/n! Please come back!” He started crying all of a sudden. You instinctively not because you want to hug his smol self hug him. “You’re so cuddly like her. But I couldn’t cuddle her because she hates me.” Here’s where you started to break down but before you could, Mina pulled Yoongi away from you.

“Get away from him! Let’s go oppa.” Mina dragged him out before he could protest.

-end flashback-

“Whaaa..?”

“He called you…”

“HIS GIRLFRIEND?!” The boys screamed in unison.

“He misses you!”

“Is this why he’s avoiding us?!”

“He was pretty drunk at the time so I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t remember.” You shrugged casually but on the inside, when you recalled the moment, your crush on him has started to redevelop.

“That means he misses you and wants you!”

“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think he wants you in his arms.


Hello my little babies! ^^ I was feeling especially productive and well here’s the result! ^^ Thank you to those who both support the series and follow my blog. Very much appreciated. Also doing a quick plugin fro my YT channel.

It’s currently 9:25pm where I live and I am waiting for BTS on Knowing Bros but I have to wait for subs too. THE STRUGGLES

Have a good day, little babies! ^^

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First and Last Kiss - Jeff Atkins x Reader

(This is not specific to Jeff’s death, just a simple break up- however exactly what happens after is up to you. Angsty. I don’t know why I wrote this I’m so sorry.)

First;

*And I feel your warmth, and it feels like home.*

Jeff gently brushed her hand, increasing the heat from the hot sun.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look?” He smiled.

“Yes, a few times.” She giggled. “And I told you that dressing up for a first date is a very important decision.”
They were both sat with their legs out on the grass.

“It’s amazing how much I actually like you. Obviously I did before, or the date wouldn’t be a thing, but now I realise just how perfect you are.” Jeff mused.

“I’m not perfect.” She scoffed.

“Perfect for me.”

Her heart raced as she looked into Jeff’s crystal eyes. The fact that he was actually saying this to her was incomprehensible.

Jeff laced his right hand into her left. Then he slowly began to lean in, brushing hair behind her ear with his other hand. When their lips met, both were ignited with and imperishable flame and knew there and then that the other was the real deal. Their lips sang together like they were made for this very reason, harmonising and complimenting, moving passionately but comfortably, knowing the other was home.

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Last;

*I keep seeing your face in my dreams. Or maybe they’re my nightmares.*

“Feels like betrayal at its finest.” She gritted her teeth, slight humour coating the edges of her words, hoping he would come out with ‘this is all a joke’.

“That’s because that’s exactly what it was.” His words were like liquid cyanide.

She paused, collecting herself.

“Well I’m impressed. Really, an oscar-worthy performance.” She was hiding her absolute heartbreak under sarcasm and humour, and clapped her hands a couple of times for effect.

Jeff began to plead; “Look, hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do and-”

“But you did. That’s exactly what you did. You lied to me.” She raised her voice.

“I lied because I didn’t want to hurt you!” His voice was straining.

“Well that’s some pretty fucked up logic.” She scoffed, concealing the pain behind it.

“I still care for you, so, so much, I just don’t love you.”

That was the dagger. She knew, he had told her not too long before, but the confirmation was enough to throw her over the edge. Anger turned to despair. She wanted to blame him, to hate him, but she knew she couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault how he felt, and he couldn’t change the fact that she was still stupidly in love with him.

She inhaled deeply. She didn’t want to cry, but at this point she could just see it coming.

“Jeff?”

“Yes?” He scrunched his eyes together with a pained look on his face.

“Can I- can I please just-” her voice began to break. “Could you give me - one last kiss?” She whispered as her face crumpled up and the first tear fell. “I - I don’t mind if-”

Jeff cupped her face in his hands and nodded, fearing that if he spoke his words would crumble. He leaned in slowly and lightly pressed his lips to hers, savouring all he could of her before she was out of his life.
It was gentle and slow, and tasted like the lyrics of a beautifully sad song.

He could never let her know just how much he loved her, it was better this way.

For @mormoc, who has been so sweet and nice to me when I needed a friend the most, thank you for checking up on me and making sure I am okay, we haven’t been friends for long but you have been nothing but sweet to me and I wanted to thank you and this is the best way I could think of.


There was a trail of rose petals outside her cabin, blue rose petals and she felt her heart beat faster. She wasn’t sure it was made for her, but when she looked back to see her siblings they were all smiling at her and Malcolm took a step forward to her.

“Go on, follow the blue road,” he said to her. Annabeth could see his smile, he had the biggest smile out of all her siblings.

“Malcolm, what does this mean?”

“Don’t think, just follow it.” He pushed her gently towards the door. “Go.”

Annabeth gave a last look to her siblings, some of them gestured for her to go inside and she started to follow the trail. She felt a little silly but something inside her was pulsing with anticipation. She was supposed to be going to out for a girls night with Piper and Hazel, but they were nowhere to be seen, actually she couldn’t see any other camper. Annabeth was wearing her favorite boots, dark jeans and a loose blouse, Piper had told her to dress comfortably, that she needed a break from the orange shirts.

Annabeth was starting to realise that she’d been tricked, she was not going to a dinner and she had a feeling Percy was behind of this.

The trail went all the way past the cabins and the big house, it seemed to end by Thalia’s tree, where she could see some lights shining in the night. Her hands started to sweat, she was sure there wasn’t an important day to celebrate, it was not her birthday and it was not their anniversary, she could only think of one thing, but she didn’t let her her brain to keep going with that thought, she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

The walk to Thalia’s tree felt endless, her heart was beating faster with every step she took. When she finally reached the top of the hill she could finally see the source of the light, there were candles forming a circle and inside which, stood Percy. He was facing away from her.

“Percy,” she said stepping inside the circle and he turned to face her, he was wearing dark pants and blue button down shirt, his hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants. “What’s going on? Where is everybody?”

“Did you know we met in this spot, exactly ten years ago?” He was smiling at her, that beautiful smile she loved, but there was a hint of nervous there. “I didn’t remember the exact date, but Chiron helped me.”

“Perce.” Her voice was quiet, she couldn’t get her hopes up, this could not be what she was thinking, but oh gods, she wanted it to be so badly, she wanted him to propose so badly.

He took a step forward and she did the same. “Ten years ago I was laying in this grass and I was about to pass out and then I saw you.” He took another step closer to her and he was so close to her, but not close enough. “The pretty girl with the princess hair and you said one thing. Do you remember what you said?”

“He must be the one.” Annabeth didn’t realize she was crying until Percy wiped her tears away with his thumb.

“You were talking about the prophecy, I know. But Annabeth, you’re the one.” He finally took the final step that was keeping them apart. “You have always been the one, my anchor, my light, my strength, my partner, my best friend.”

Annabeth’s breathing was speeding up, his hands were cupping her face and he was looking at her with those sea green eyes that were brighting so much. She was afraid to talk, because it was happening, every single part of her body was telling her, it was finally happening. She leaned into his right hand and kissed his wrist.

“It has always been you and it will always be you.” He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before he took a step back. She barely had time to miss the warm of his hands before he was in front of her, down on one knee, with a little box in his hand.

“I have been trying to ask you this for the past few months, this ring has been on my pocket for so long and now that I am doing it, I can’t remember what I wanted to tell you.” He gave her a nervous smile and she laughed, her tears were falling and falling but she didn’t care. “You’re so beautiful, Annabeth, inside and outside. You’re so beautiful, brilliant and smart and amazing and I don’t know what I did for you to love me, but I am the luckiest men alive because you do. You love me, you decided to be mine and I am yours, I have always been yours, even if I didn’t realized it.”

“I have always been yours too,” she said quietly.

“Will you do me the honor of marry me? Of being my wife and waking up next to me everyday, I mean we already do that, but, oh my gods. Will you marry me?”

She was nodding like crazy, she couldn’t speak, she was fighting the sobs until she didn’t care about them anymore. She kneeled infront of him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. I’ll marry you, I’ll be your wife, yes.” She kissed him. “Yes.”

“The ring,” he said and she nodded and finally saw the ring, a silver band with two small diamonds and between them there was a sapphire. It was absolutely beautiful. Annabeth could feel Percy’s hand shaking while he took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He was still holding her hand when he stood up, helping her stand too. He kissed her again and again and again, sometimes breaking the kiss because they were laughing.

“It was about time!” A voice yelled from the forest, making them separate and Annabeth could see Clarisse leading the campers towards them.

“Oh gods,” Percy groaned but she could see a smile on his face. “Seriously?”

“The lovebirds need to cool off,” Clarisse yelled and just like the last time, campers went towards them and raised them in their arms,

Annabeth could see it was the rest of the seven the ones who were carrying them towards the lake and she could hear Percy’s laugh next to her, his hand in hers. She turned her face to look at him, he was already looking at her with the biggest smile on his face, a smile reserved for her.

She knew what was going to happen, but that didn’t stop her from screaming when her body fell into the lake. And just like six years ago, Percy pulled her deep into the lake, a bubble of air already forming around them.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

you know one of the things I love most about yousana is how they have pretty similar fashion styles that sana could easily steal yousefs hoodies and jackets and the only thing weird is that it’s a little too big for her,,,,,, but in hoodies and such since she likes big hoodies some of them would literally look like they’re hers,,,,,,,, and that’s adorable and yousef would love to see her in his clothes and sana would love to wear his clothes and wow,,,, they are so in love,,,,,,,

#8 -“I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?” - Peter Parker One Shot

Summary: You’re walking through the city at night when you end up in some trouble and get stabbed, blacking out in Spider-Man’s arms, but you could have sworn it was Peter under the mask.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Stabbing, blood loss, blacking out.

A/N: I was going to wait to write this until Homecoming came out to celebrate its release, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Hope you enjoy!

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One thing you have learned about yourself is how much you love living in a city. When your parents told you you’d be moving to New York City, the idea daunted you for some time. You had remembered going into the city when you were a child and hating the hustle and bustle of the place. There was always so many people on the sidewalk who didn’t seem to care if they pushed you or temporarily separated you from your mother, and there was always so much noise that you could barely hear yourself think. But, once you moved here, you realised it wasn’t so bad.

You guess, in part, that has something to do with the friend’s you’ve made since moving here. When you started at your new school, you hated the idea of being the “new girl.” You’d never actually been the “new girl” before, but you’d seen so many movies and television shows to know it didn’t sound like such a good label. However, much to your surprise, a group of kids took to you quite easily. Michelle was the first one to approach you. Apparently, the two boys she’s friends with were too nervous to do so themselves, so she had agreed to make the first move. When you first got talking, you found her a little strange, but in a harmless type of way. She had a really dry sense of humour which reminded you of your grandfather’s – and whilst you didn’t know if that was a good thing, it made you feel more at home. Breaking the ice wasn’t so difficult because you soon realised you had a lot in common, and eventually she introduced you to the two boys she had mentioned earlier – Peter and Ned.

You could tell they were a little bit nervous, which you found a little awkward, as you had no idea why they were the nervous ones. It made you worry that they didn’t like you, and that you’d end up being isolated from that friendship group. It turned out to be quite the opposite…especially with you and Peter. Michelle had pretty much explained in her sense of humour that the boys were inexperienced in being around “pretty girls like you.” You thought she was being ridiculous, because you thought she was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in a long time. Natural, and not overly made-up like a lot of the other girls you knew. Not that you thought that was a bad thing – you’re down for girls wearing a lot of make-up if it makes them feel good about themselves – but Michelle’s attitude to that sort of stuff inspired you in so many ways.

Anyway, you went along with Michelle, and teased the boys a little for it. It was all fun and games until Peter snapped at you. You had worried you had taken things too far, and ended up having a breakdown in the girl’s toilets about it. Michelle had to coax you out of the cubicle by threatening to tell Peter that you had a huge-ass crush on him. You didn’t speak to the boys for the rest of the day, but you felt terrible after school, so you went over to Peter’s apartment later on. His Aunt was the only one home, but when you explained why you had turned up on her doorstep, she invited you in to wait for Peter returning from wherever he had gotten to.

He stumbled in from his bedroom, rather than the front door, which took both you and his Aunt by surprise. No-one was as surprised as Peter was to see you at his apartment though. He took you into his room to talk after insisting he “tidies up” – despite his Aunt claiming she’d tidied the room whilst he was out - but left the door slightly open, “house rule” he had claimed. You had taken a deep breath and apologised for upsetting him earlier in the day, but he surprised you yet again by assuring you that you hadn’t upset him and he was only playing with you the same way you were him – he had no idea you had cried in a toilet cubicle to yourself afterwards and he felt really bad. The two of you burst out laughing when you realised how ridiculous the whole thing was – but then you accidentally let slip you were so distraught over the thought of upsetting him because you thought you could end up quite liking him.

Your admission wasn’t far wrong – skip to a year later, and we’ve been dating for ten months. You’re the “school sweethearts” that everyone seemingly adores. No-one fusses over you the way his Aunt May does. You are literally invited to their place for dinner so many times that you have to keep subtly reminding her that you do have a family of your own that enjoys spending time with you. Peter gets really embarrassed by her eagerness, but you think it’s sweet that you get on so well with her. You know how important she is to Peter and how much Peter values her, so the last thing you would want was for her to hate you.

All in all, the relationship is pretty much perfect. Except…for one thing…and you think it’s fairly minor, but when you’ve brought it up to your mom (who you tell pretty much everything), she told you to be cautious. That one thing is that he’s always sneaking off places he can’t tell you afterwards. “So, where were you this morning? I was caught up in a bank robbery and I could have done with a shoulder to cry on when it was over.” “Oh…uh…I…um…I was…I was…would you like some of my Aunt May’s date and walnut cake? It’s really delicious, I’ll go and get you some!”

It bothered you a little bit, but that didn’t subtract from how smitten you were with him.

“I’m on my way home now.” You tell Peter from your end of the line, as you walk through the empty streets of Brooklyn towards the subway station. You had gone to the library to work on a project you’re doing with a couple of girls from school, and now you’re on your way home.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?” He questions.

You furrow your eyebrows to yourself, “Peter, I’m in Brooklyn! You’re in Queens! What would be the point in you coming all that way to walk me to the subway station that is literally five minutes away from where I am now?”

“I don’t mind. I can be by your side in no time. Just tell me where you are and I’ll be there soon.” He practically demands.

You roll your eyes, “You are so over-protective!”

He pauses, “…is that bad?”

You laugh at how cute you think he is, “No…no, it’s not, it’s just…”

Your voice trails off when the sound of voices takes your attention from down a side street you’re approaching. “(Y/N)…(Y/N)…are you there?” you vaguely hear Peter say through the phone. You take a look down the small ally-way to your right to find two figures – one of a man pressing a woman up against the wall by a knife to her throat.

You let out as quiet of a gasp as possible, before hiding just around the corner so the attacker won’t be able to realise you’re there. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Peter asks, seriousness in his voice.

“There’s…there’s a guy holding a woman at knife point down an ally-way. I don’t know what to do.” You explain as best you can.

“I do!” Peter explains, and you could have sworn you could hear something clatter in the background, “Get the hell away from there!”

“Peter, I can’t just let this poor woman have her throat slit without doing anything!” You whisper-shout to him.

“You won’t be!” He argues, “Spider-Man is probably on his way to the scene right now, which means you can leave. NOW GO!”

You’re surprised by the sudden raise in his voice, and it only makes you angrier. “No, I have to call the police or something.”

“I’ll do it, you just get home!” He continues to argue, as more noise of something clattering in the background becomes more and more noticeable.

“Peter, are you okay?” You ask him, “It sounds like you’ve fallen over or something.”

“Don’t worry about me, just please leave, okay? I couldn’t cope if something bad happened to you, so please just get to the subway and get home. Don’t make me call your Dad.”

You roll your eyes, “Peter, nothing bad is going to happen to m-“

Your cell is suddenly removed from your grip, and is thrown on the floor; shattering into a couple of pieces. Your heart rate begins to pick up as you turn to face a scary man staring down at you – knife in one hand, woman in the other.

“Are you sure about that princess?” He snarls, “Because I don’t take too kindly to eavesdroppers.”

You gulp, “I…I…I wasn’t…I was just on the phone with my boyfriend…I didn’t even know you were there…I swear.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” The guy laughs, “Sounds like he’s a bit worried for his…little lady.”

You look down at the knife he’s holding with a tight and secure grip. If you could run, you would…but you’re too petrified to move. It’s like you’re staring death straight in the eyes and not even trying to fight it off. You’ve just given up trying.

“Yo knife guy!” A voice calls from behind you.

Too scared to look back, you watch the guy’s reaction. To your surprise, he looks somewhat scared. As though Spider-Man – who you have concluded must only be young himself – is the worst possible outcome for him.

“D’you wanna take it down a notch?” The voice continues in the same exact tone of sarcasm you’re sure you’ve heard somewhere before.

The guy’s mouth falls into a smirk, “Not really, spider-dude.”

What happens next happens so fast. The harsh sensation of a sharp object hits your hip, and you let out a gargle as you begin to feel blood pouring out of your hip, and you begin to black out as you fall to the ground…

…you don’t really see much of what happens after that, your sight has become a bit of a blur, but you’re aware that the guy ran off and let the other girl go. A red and blue figure appears above you.

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you.

“Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

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The sound of someone flicking through a newspaper beside you becomes more and more irritating the more conscious you become. You carefully move your head to your right to find your Dad sitting beside you, face out-of-sight due to the newspaper covering it.

“Hello, sweetie.” A soft voice speaks from the other side of you, as a hand strokes your forehead.

You turn to face your mom, who is looking back at you with the kind eyes she used to give you whenever you fell over as a kid. You give her a faint smile, but then realise she probably can’t make it out due to the oxygen mask covering your mouth and nose.

“Finally, you wake up. I always knew you were a lazy-bones!” Your Dad jokes, putting down the newspaper to give you his full attention.

You reach up and remove the oxygen mask from your face, “What happened?” You croak to your Dad.

He looks to your mom, before slipping his hand in yours. “You were stabbed, sweetheart…but it’s okay, the guy who did it has been caught and the nurse says you’re going to be fine. I don’t know what we would have done if Spider-Man hadn’t got to you when he did. He saved your life, angel.”

Whenever Spider-Man is mentioned, you have always felt a bit excited…but this feels different. Instead of excitement, you get a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. And that’s when a certain memory from last night hits you hard…

“I need you to stay awake for me.” Spider-Man tells you, “Please just…please just stay awake.”

A few moments pass by, and he begins to speak to himself, rather than to you. “Please (Y/N)…I can’t lose you like I did Uncle Ben. I just can’t. There are only five things I care about in this world right now. Aunt May. Ned. Michelle. This City…and you. I can’t lose you, please…”

He lifts up his two hands and removes his mask from his face. Familiar brown eyes stare into yours, and the inch of adrenaline left in you shoots through your body.

“…Peter?” You whisper faintly, before completely blacking out.

A lump forms in your throat when you come to the realisation that Spider-Man isn’t just a random guy in the neighbourhood…

Spider-Man is your boyfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You and your parents turn to find Peter stood there, flowers in hand.

“We’ll give you two a minute.” Your mom smiles, giving your Dad a knowing look, before the two exit the room.

Peter takes the seat your Dad was sitting in and places the flowers on the desk next to your bed. “Hey love, how are you feeling? You had me worried sick!”

“Peter…” You speak, ignoring his question. “Where were you last night?”

He shuffles in his seat, “I…I was at home with my Aunt May.”

You nod for a second, “Because I could have sworn that…just after I was stabbed but before I blacked out…that Spider-Man took off his mask and…and it was you under there!”

You watch as a look of panic on his face tries it’s best to turn into a laugh, “Are you serious? Me? Spider-Man? Come on, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood but surely you can hear how crazy you are?”

When you give him an uncertain look, he relaxes and holds your hand.

“Look, love…” He begins softly, “I would love to be Spider-Man. It must be so crazy for that guy getting to do what he does…but that’s not me in that suit.”

“But…I remember saying your name.” You persist, “It was the last thing I said before I blacked out.”

A subtle blush appears on his cheeks, “Babe, that’s sweet, it really is, but…you lost a lot of blood, and you were blacking out. Anything you think you saw, or anything you think you heard…was probably all just a hallucination that comes with blacking out due to loss of blood.”

You stare him out for a moment longer, before nodding your head in defeat. “Yeah, you’re probably right…I mean, there’s no way you could be Spider-Man, right?”

He laughs, “No, love. Absolutely, no way. Sorry, love.”

You bite your lip to hold back the tears that are about to fall. You don’t know what hurts more…the fact he’s been lying to you all this time, or the fact he’s just looked you in your eyes and lied to your face.


PART TWO