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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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FATE PART 4 💙

Summery: With Mare of the case, someone has to help her get some information to help her out- and that someone has to be you.

Ps I wrote this in the wrong POV because it’s been a while since I wrote for this series but I will fix it next chapter!!

@lili-tate 💙

You pushed around the peas on your plate, trying your very hardest to drown out the sound of your family arguing over something so ridiculous as what brand makes the best crackers for a cheese board.

“Y/n, are you going to converse with us this evening or stare at your plate and not take a bite!,” your mothers shrill voice bounced you back into reality.

“I’m sorry, just thinking about work.” It wasn’t a lie, Erin’s case was fresh on your mind. It felt so silly to be sharing dinner with your family knowing that someone that had killed a teenage mother was out there.

Then there was also the fact that you had ran into Colin. Colin, as in your ex fiancé who you now had to work with for the next week.

Your mother scoffs, not realizing the severity of the case you’re covering. She had always assumed you write sex columns like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City. “You and your job, are you ever going to find more?”

“I like to refer to my work as a career mom, but yes I plan…” you bit the inside of your cheek, holding back anger for brief moment “ to find more.”

“Good and Gather!” Janice’s husband suddenly called out from the other end of the table “they have those amazing cheddar and red pepper crisps that are to die for.”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes reverted back to your plate and you found yourself about to fork a load of mash potatoes into your mouth when a knock rang out through the home.

“My goodness, I hope it’s not Liz from next door needing help finding her damn mutt again,” Your mother rose from the table and slammed her napkin down on the chair before sprinting to the door. Your father sat silently across the table and everything inside of you wanted so bad to have him say anything, but he just sat there watching the kids and quietly eat his food. Your mother appeared in the dining room again a few moments later.

“Someone is here to see you, Y/n. She says it’s urgent..”

You looked around the table, all eyes on you. Excusing yourself, you exited the cold room to seek out whoever had showed up at your family’s door- it’s not like many people knew that you were here.

As you rounded the corner, you couldn’t help but be taken a back by Detective Sheehan’s figure in the doorway.

“How did you?”

“I’m a cop, I looked up your parents address. Now put on your coat I need to speak with you.” Mare clearly wasn’t in the mood to waste time. She was tapping her foot on the pavement as she watched you grab your coat and sling it over your body. You exited the home and Mare took a deep breath.

“I mean I’m genuinely surprised to see you here Detective, is everything okay is someone in custody?” You dug your hands into your coat pocket to protect them from the harsh air around you. Mare looked like she hadn’t slept much, and she shook her head angrily like everything you spoke hit her in the nerves.

“I need you to do me a favor,” her voice was low and she refused to look anywhere but her feet.

Narrowing your eyes at her request you pondered a moment, wondering what on earth this woman would need from you.

“It depends, what’s in it for me?” You decided to play your cards in favor of your story for work, knowing Mare was going to do the same thing if given the chance.

“I was forced to take a leave. I can’t get access to anything pertaining to Erin’s case….and I..”

“Wait why, what happened?”

“Let me finish!” Mare’s eyes suddenly shot up to look at you. she was anxious, and scared and you could tell that something had happened in the last 24 hours since you had seen her that had changed something important in her life.

“I got kicked off the case. I need you to help me get confidential information so I can do my own investigating in the time being.”

You let out a laugh, making Mare’s anger rise.

“You’re nuts. That’s extremely illegal.”

“You realize I’m basically giving you access to every bit of info you want for your stupid article, right?” Mare watched you as your mind started to wonder. Was she seriously asking you to investigate for her?

“So how exactly am I going to get information for you?” Questioning her, you were surprised when she actually gave you a slight smile.

“Zabel. I need you to work alongside Zabel to get every piece of evidence he knows back to me.”

Shaking your head you squeezed your eyes shut, because the thought of being around Colin gave your stomach a jump, but now the thought of being alone with him made your insides feel like you were on a roller coaster.

“You know, Zabel told me about you. I know that you still care about him or you wouldn’t be still be interested in taking on this work just for your article.”

As the heat rose to your cheeks, you knew that Mare had a lot of truth to her words.

“Well if you know who I am, why the hell do you think Colin would even want to give me any information or talk to me at all?” “Because I think he still cares about you too.”

The next day you decided to pick up two coffee’s at the spot that you and Colin used to frequent when visiting your parents. You wondered if he took his coffee the same or if he would refuse to drink it out of spite.

You parked your car at the station, slowly walking to the bench outside as you waited for Colin. Around 5 minutes of pure anxiety coursing through your veins you reached into your pocket- A message from Mare scrolled onto the screen.

‘Don’t fuck this up.’

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone back into your coat pocket. Beside you the door swung open to the station and Colin strode out, dressed in the sexiest long coat that had you basically drooling. His eyes landed on you and his expression twisted in surprise.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to you popping up at my work,” He sighed and looked between your smile to the coffee in your hands.

“I got you a coffee, same as you always take it. It’s from Joe’s near my parents house. That one where we..”

“Yeah I know the place,” He forced a smile as you held out the warm cup of piping hot liquid. “Thank you, I uh I appreciate it.”

You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you two stood awkwardly outside the station. You knew he had work to do, but Mare had specific instructions you knew you had to follow through with.

“Look, I know you hate me being here-” Colin put up one of his hands to stop you, shaking his head slowly.

“I don’t hate you being here, I’m just surprised okay? Can you blame me?” Colin’s voice was soft and his brown eyes were like looking into a time capsule of your youth spent with him. You missed his familiar face, his warmth, his everything.

“I just want to maybe make things less awkward, maybe we could grab dinner tomorrow and catch up or something?” You sucked in a breath, waiting for him to think over your proposal.

“You’re asking me to dinner?” Colin’s eyebrows raised at your words, and taking another sip of coffee he just watched you nod quickly, eager for him to answer.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, y/n.” Colin watched your face fall. You stared at your coffee, realizing you were going to have to pull out your plan B.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around Detective Zabel.” You gave him a small smile before turning back to your vehicle.

“You know who I ran into the other day?” Judy Zabel called out from the kitchen. “Sharen Foster. We hadn’t seen each other in a few months. She said she read the article about you!” Judy brought Colin and herself a plate of food and sat down at the dinner table.

“Oh yeah?” Colin replied as he put a glass of water down next to his mothers plate for her. He knew where this conversation was going.

“Her oldest daughter lives over in Easttown now. I told her that you had just been sent in to work on that case with the poor girl. She’s a beautiful woman, Colin. Sharon said she’s been looking for Mr. Right and I bet you two would-”

“Y/n, is back in town Ma,” Colin didn’t dare look at his mothers face as he spoke those words.

“Colin its the holidays, you need to stop letting it bother you. It’s been nearly two years.” Judy sighed, looking into her sons eyes as she spoke.

“No, no. She’s working on an article about the case I’m working on.” Colin took a sip of beer, “I saw her, I mean I have to see her until she gets all the information she needs.” Colin felt relief to tell someone who understood how much that shook his world seeing her.

“Oh Colin, I’m sure that’s very hard for you.” Judy was sympathetic. She was the one to help her poor son pick up all the broken pieces after you left. She knew there were still some open cracks, and now you had come back to make sure those wounds never healed.

“Yeah, but I can get through it. It’s fine.” He felt his words hit his heart, but he knew they were just comforting words for his mother and not for himself.

Judy only smiled politely at her son, gathering her hands together and bowing her head before praying, Colin swung off his beer before joining her.

The pray was cut short when a knock sounded at the front door. Colin decided he would retrieve the door while his mother waited to see who had come this late at night to their home.

Colin swung open the door, and speak of the devil herself, y/n was standing in front of him bundled in warm winter gear. “uh, hi,” Zabel blinked a few times to see if he might have been imagining her, but when she responded with a hi back he knew the imagery was real.

“What are you doing here?” He asked politely, but with a hint of confusion mixed in.

“I saw the news and I have some information you might want.” You watched as Colin opened up the door to invite you in. Taking a deep breath you made it over the threshold into the familiar space of his mothers cozy home that they had shared so many wonderful moments in. Judy was nothing short of amazing, and you had always felt comfort in her presence, much more than you ever had with your own mother.

“Judy, it’s nice to see you,” You spoke quietly, trying to avoid her harsh gaze that you were expecting the second you walked up the steps of the Zabel household. She just nodded, looking between Colin and you.

“Colin was just telling me he ran into you.”

“Yeah, it was a pleasant surprise,” You responded, sending a small smile to Colin, who surprisingly smiled back at you. Judy was not as kind, she huffed lightly at your words.

“Pleasant for one of you at least,” She mumbled.

Colin cleared his throat, embarrassed at his mothers sudden hostility. You knew she was just protecting Colin, and you decided to just hang your head and nod, ending the interaction between the two of you. Colin cleared his throat, mentioning that he would run to the kitchen to grab the two of you beer before getting to work. Judy and you stood there awkwardly as Colin left the room.

“Please, don’t hurt him again. I’m begging you,” Judy whispered, as she looked into your eyes. You saw the pain and sadness that she harbored for her son’s heartbreak.

“I’m not looking to do that, I promise Mrs. Zabel,” You spoke quietly. You were telling the truth, you wanted nothing more than to heal whatever would you had given to Colin in the first place.

Judy walked closer to you, letting her hostility subside momentarily and looked you up and down.

“You look good, honey. Take care of yourself,” She patted your shoulder before walking towards the living room, leaving you and Colin to get to work.

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raymond-reddington-ruminations · 1 year

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Season 2, episode 19, Leonard Caul. I have never sat down and thought out what my top five episodes are, but I'm confident that this would be in it. I've watched this one to death.

There is so much to love. Injured Red, and Dembe being Dembe, Kaplan being loyal and so very competent, showing the ingenuity and preparation of Reds organization, Liz being Liz, and those little sparks of genuine concern for Red. I love the shoot out at the end too, with Baz. Kaplan's insistence that she stay. Her kiss two Reds forehead. Red fighting with everything in him with that pistol, and getting up to try and pry a gun out from under a corpse.

There are a lot of shows that over time evolve so much that you get to a period where you don't like the show. I've never really had that with The Blacklist. I found it very deeply uncomfortable when Liz was working against Red, but I always knew that that would pass. I've always enjoyed The Blacklist, through every evolution. But damn, this episode was golden age Blacklist. Back when all the big players were on the same side. I think I should go watch it again.

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #the blacklist hiatus comfort post #Youtube

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0celesteisthebest0 · 2 years

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Take a Chance On Me

Word count: 2,472

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem! Reader(no y/n)

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Warnings: stress about future events, reminiscing on the past, fluff.

Author’s notes: SOOO hi again, yes I’m back again. Sorry for the inconsistency peeps, I’ve just been overthinking about the series and I realized that I wasn’t having fun writing because of posting. Those notes tend to haunt you on bad days and I had a lot of those so I took the executive decision to stop until I got my shit together. I’m spacing out my updates too to limit that feeling sooooo I hope that explanation makes sense for my two month break in uploading. Other than that I hope you enjoy this chapter, I cried while writing it... IT’S NOT SAD NECESARILY I’m just emotional!!

Chapter 29: Picture Perfect

It’s been a weird couple of days, you couldn’t quite describe what you were feeling but you knew the sensation of it was too familiar. The pulling in your chest causes the ceaseless anxiety of the situation that you’re in to take a physical effect instead of a purely mental one.

It was Thursday once again and maybe it seemed to your body that it was physically preparing itself to take on more stress. You told both Isaac and Liz to take a break today because the pair have not stopped working since Saturday. You need to take your own advice and let yourself relax.

The plans were already set in place, Isaac was going with you to Chicago, you’d drive with the van, make contact with Felix, and if that didn’t pan out… you sighed to yourself. You guys have a backup plan for a reason, you’d make contact with Vanessa to see if she still knew dirt about some people around. Hopefully she had dirt on Austin, hope was all that you got at this point and you couldn’t help but worry.

Your body wanted to be in constant movement but your mind wanted to sleep so that’s what you were trying to do. Forgo any responsibilities for some good quality rest. But again that feeling in your chest didn’t leave and it’s become increasingly difficult to stay still. That’s it, you had to get up to move even if it was just to pace because laying made the thrumming worse. Laying makes you feel stagnant.

It felt too foreign to stop for a moment and rest. It felt that the thrumming was your body's way to tune yourself and try to relax. You paced out of your room and straight to the living room in hopes that the change of atmosphere will calm the stress. What were the others doing on their day off again? Isaac said something about going out and visiting some new restaurant he’s been wanting to try. Liz said she was gonna stay in and read with Tara by her side keeping her company.

You were just planning to sleep in but that thrumming was picking at you and you were afraid you’d unravel. Take a break damn it, take a break. Why couldn’t you just do that! It was a simple task to just unwind, right? What did you do to unwind…

Did you forget how to…you stopped pacing at this realization and took a moment to reflect. How long have you pushed yourself? How many years has it been since you’ve told yourself that you could relax? You’ve convinced yourself that this thrumming was normal.

The statue that you built over the years has crumbled and now you are picking up the pieces to knit them back together. You now only realize that it’s been broken for centuries now. It didn’t crumble until it was shoved into. You didn’t realize the damage that caused you to harden and crumble took away the vices you used to relax.

You closed your eyes and went off to your room with a mission in mind. You knew it was somewhere in here. You went off to your closet and sat on the floor looking for the item to wield the pieces back. Old boxes with trinkets you didn’t have the heart to throw away.

Boxes that contained things that would be nonsensical to anyone who ventured foot in your closet but you kept anyway. Ticket stubs, scribbled notes with barely legible handwriting but words that meant the world, letters from the past, old yet meaningful tattered books, nostalgia filled comics with bent pages, and the item that you looked for.

It was cracked but you could still use it, cracked at the lens. You tilted the dusty camera around to see if there was any more damage and the crack was the only thing that was of notice. You hummed to yourself to see if the battery still worked and luckily enough it turned on.

You made a squeal of excitement and the battery was at low percent but you could manage to see if the lens was that bad. You sighed to yourself but still inspected the remains of a forgotten time of your life and decided to look at the photos in the memory card. What happened when you pressed the past photos was a flood of memories that you somehow forgot. You looked intensely at the pictures of old friends huddled together for a somewhat blurry picture. You choked back a wet chuckle as you looked at more and more pictures from events you can’t believe you’ve forgotten. Images zipping through your mind sending you back to the past.

Every event you recalled with pride as you picked apart when and why it took place. Most of them were taken in the apartments of your friends or for special occasions. You laughed a little because they insisted on you taking the pictures even though you repeatedly told them they’d come out wonky.

“Oh but moonpie, it’s a perfect picture to look back on. Just take the picture,” the whisper of a ghost spoke in your ear as you recalled the day clear as that cold November night.

“Stop calling me that you-you big ol’ dork,” you muttered back at the group trying to convince you to take the picture. You ultimately conceded and you are forever grateful that you did.

“Moonpie,” you giggled to yourself, setting down the camera that was going to be a little project to expel excess energy.

The tears that stung at the corners of your eyes dampened on your sleeve. It was nice to remember the times that you could but it still grabbed onto your throat as a reminder of what was gone. You decided to indulge yourself with the memories from your box and so you held the bits of ticket stubs in your fingertips to remind yourself that you were tangible. You hummed to yourself as you looked back at old writings and feelings that were easing the dread from your chest. The thrumming turned into buzzing that pooled to your arms flowing into your fingertips; where the unease seeped out of your system as you perused down memory lane going through things you used to do. You shouldn’t have stopped these things…maybe you could pick them up again, act like no time has passed.

Exhaustion gripped your body and you decided to pad off to your bed to finally sleep in and you reached for your phone to see if you could find a new lens for that specific camera. The relay of different messages greeted you as you unlocked your phone. You giggled at the images of Moss that Liz sent you telling you that she was doing fine. You hummed happily at the news and told her that you were glad she was resting.

Then there was Isaac who sent you excited messages about the day of break he had.

Isaac: do you think I could make a decision on take out next time we’re at your place

Isaac: don’t answer that I know what you’ll say and it’s obviously yes

Isaac: oh shit I forget you fell asleep uh anyway the sauce!?!? so good!?!?! please can we eat here as a group I want to try so much more things

You giggled again at the text messages that illuminated your face in the darkness of your room and just as you were about to respond a familiar face enveloped your screen. A blurry picture that he took of himself, you loved his goofy grin. To say you didn't answer it in a heartbeat was a ridiculous statement.

“Well howdy, how’s my favorite cowboy,” you grinned and the soft chuckle that you grew familiar with rang in your ears. You knew he’s been busy these past days since he’s left so he hasn’t had time to call over the phone. It was a lot of texting back and forth between the two and you grinned to be able to hear him again.

“My sweet, sweet girl, I’m doin’ a thousand times better now that I can hear you. How are you my love,” his tired voice seeped out of the screen causing you to wonder about the amount of work they piled on him.

“I’m doing better that's…” you stared at the camera that you left on the floor of your room. “That’s for sure, I’ve been a bit on high alert but I think I got things to keep me busy.”

“If it’s more things related to the mission I don’t think that’s somethin’ that’ll help you get out of your head,” his tired voice muttered out.

“Not mission-related, I promise. I have a little project that I wanna fix up,” you confessed to him somewhat at ease being able to express a thing that lets you not think about anything too important. He made a noise of intrigue.

“What’s this little project, my dear?”

“I wanted to fix up my old camera,” you moved the phone closer to you hoping you could hear him better.

“Camera? Didn’t know you were a photographer, is the camera up to par?” He was curious about the situation and you were happy to answer all his questions.

“I wasn’t a photographer, but I can sure take better pictures than you,” you heard a noise from Jack and immediately giggled.

“I have a perfectly steady hand,” he argued, causing your cheeks to hurt from how hard you were grinning.

“You do have steady hands…which are very nice to look at but you can’t focus the image with them,” you confessed absently. “It’s okay though, you can steady it and I’ll help keep focus.”

“That’s why we make a good team darlin’,” he yawned sleepily and you grinned at the yawn after darling.

“Baby do you want to go to sleep? I know you’ve been swamped in New York so it’s alright to get some rest. We can talk later?” You knew you had a busy weekend ahead of both of you so taking up those extra hours of rest would be crucial.

“Mmm in a minute my dear, wanted to tell you somethin’ important that couldn’t wait till mornin’,” his tiredness was pushed down and replaced by excitement.

“Oh? What is it?” You couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he wanted to tell you at the moment.

“I booked a reservation tomorrow ‘round seven, for one of my favorite restaurants,” he said with what you assumed was a grin and you hummed at the fact he was treating himself for a day to enjoy himself at a restaurant in New York.

“That’s great my love! You can have a nice and easy day eating what you want when you’re still over there,” finding moments, where it wasn’t just work, were moments to enjoy and you were glad he’d be able to do that.

“No darlin’ you misunderstand me. Lemme rephrase that. I booked a reservation tomorrow ‘round seven for us,'' you blinked repeatedly to make sure you weren’t reading into things.

“Me and you?” You just needed a verbal confirmation that this was indeed reality and not something that your brain was misconstruing.

A soft chuckle traveled in your ear and immediately the excitement at Jack coming back bubbled to the surface.

“Yes me and you…just me and you.”

You couldn’t believe it. You genuinely believed that he was going to stay in New York for the total of this month, not a handful of days.

“How-how are you able to come back so soon,” you knew when Champ issued a punishment he meant it. So the ability to just come back so soon amazed you.

“Pulled some strings, wanted to see my girl,” you grinned wider than you ever did before. He promised you a date when he got back and you were so glad he kept that promise.

“Are you flying out tomorrow?”

“Mhm, gonna see you soon my dear, gonna take you ‘round the town,” he hummed trying to paint the picture of what tomorrow’s going to look like.

“I can’t believe it! I’m just so excited “ you didn’t know what to say, you haven’t been on a date in years and the idea of going to one of his favorite places to unwind sounded dreamlike. “I love you.”

“I love you too darlin’,” you hummed at those lovely words.

“I’ll pick you up ‘round 6:30? Give you enough time to get dolled up, then the rest of the night we have a moment to ourselves,” you bit your bottom lip in thought at the moment alone comment. Hoping you could just have more than an afternoon with him but you’d have to leave for the mission the next day.

“Darlin’,” you realized you were silent for a bit too long.

“All that sounds good Casanova,” you huffed because you wanted to say more. You needed to let yourself say more. “I was thinking, that maybe you could stay the night tomorrow, “ you let it slip out taking the anxiety with it.

“Dinner and gettin’ to sleep next to you is all I need to survive my dear so I’d very much like to stay the night.” He yawned out and you couldn’t help but giggle at the fact he was still trying his best to stay up and charm you at the same time.

“My love, go to sleep. I’m going to see you tomorrow, remember?” You stated the last part for yourself because you were still in awe of the fact you’ll be able to see him. His voice rumbled out a reply that you couldn’t quite hear. “What?”

“You’re amazin’, you know that love? Such a captivatin’ soul.'' Oh yeah, he was officially out of it. You haven’t seen him this tired since you accidentally woke him up on the jet years back. It was a small mission and you remember waking him and those dark crinkled eyes shined up at you and in his words, he thought you were the “brightest thing in the sky.”

It was something that you routinely brushed off back then but remembering those small moments made you smile now. What a dork.

“Loverboy, get some shut-eye. I’ll see you tomorrow,” his sleepy voice hummed at going to bed.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too my sweet boy,” you ended the call to let Jack rest and you sighed happily at being able to see him soon. You knew that your dreams for the night were going to consist of scenarios where days and feelings like this was the norm. Oh, how you wished those dreams would come true for you.

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doccywhomst · 3 years

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i'm actually desperate for a tardis crew with no 21st century humans. i mean none. only aliens. only humans from the past or future. just.... just imagine the feral vibes. we got a taste of it with eight and some classic doctors, and then... never again. bring it back.

my list of demands:

they must take a day trip to modern earth. i want to see confusion, revulsion, fear, childlike joy. i want them to interact with normal humans in hilariously awkward ways, a la Voyage of the Damned.

i want decent makeup and prosthetics. i want xenobiology: gills, weird hair, a height difference, skin patterns or markings, claws. i want a character that uses mobility aids or an oxygen tank, sleeps upside-down, has weird organs/bones, etc. just give me something.

the outfits? they've gotta be stupid as all fuck. just the dumbest fits you've ever seen in your whole goddamn life. i want disguises for alien characters: sunglasses to cover up those sideways pupils, a ridiculous hat, a scarf in the summer. example: "Murray" from Stargate SG-1, aka. Teal'c's human disguise that consists of... a hat and a stupid outfit. showstopping. incredible. comedy gold every time.

for the love of god, i want at least one character who loves space and knows some things about it. i want a character like Liz Shaw or River, someone who knows about science or astronomy. bonus points if they're an astronomer from the past and they're learning about what space is really like, and they're absolutely gobsmacked. just ecstatic.

i'm begging. dark doctor who, show me the forbidden companions.

#i miss turlough and nyssa and adric SO MUCH #doctor who #classic who #eighth doctor #fifth doctor

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random-yandere-fandom · 3 years

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Hey, can I request a Platonic Yandere!Melodias with a child he had with Elizabeth before she died? Sorry if you don't do platonics!

Of course you can! I hope you like it! I don`t have any experience with writing platonic yanderes and before I knew it I had written more than I had planned for the backstory, so... this is all that happens before the main story of Seven Deadly Sins. Btw. I`m gonna assume you meant the first time Elizabeth died.

Platonic yandere Meliodas with his child

So it`s very likely that the first few months you had both, your mother and your father. There was a war raging on but they still somehow managed to drown you in love and affection. Your parents were very protective of you back then, too. You were a hybrid and while many people of Stigma could ignore your demon genes, especially because your mother is Elizabeth, there were still a lot of glares sent your way. Nevertheless you were raised with much care and love.

You were barely a few months old when Elizabeth was murdered and both your parents cursed. Meliodas woke up to your confused cries only to discover Elizabeth’s corpse holding your small body in her arms protectively. How you got there was a mystery, they had made sure that you were safe and secure while they would fight, not only for themselves or peace but for your right to exist. He was devastated, grief washing over him as he had to take you from her, what he assumed, last embrace.

He wandered aimlessly for a while, making sure you were well-fed and in good health, playing with you and hoping that he`d make a good parent. You were his only source of joy and he almost burst into tears when you said your first words, took your first steps or did just about anything. Hide and seek or tag were ordinary pastimes, but your sparkling eyes and joy were contagious and Meliodas found himself enjoying such regularities. When he talked to others he was almost always asking for tips on parenting or where the next food source was. Meliodas never staid long with these people, fearing that they`d somehow harm you. However, he let you play with animals he deemed safe. Should they try anything funny he`ll simply send them a glare, frightening them into obedience.

It was about that time that he met Elizabeth`s first reincarnation. He was carrying you and when you pointed up, babbling and laughing, he followed your gaze to meet hers. Happiness, relief, glee. Those feelings overwhelmed him and before he knew it he tried to hug her with one arm, balancing you on the other. The rejection was harsh, but he managed to stick by her side. Whenever he had doubts that this wasn`t really Elizabeth he would simply watch her play with you, the two of you having naturally bonded in no time and his doubts would disappear. Meliodas and Elizabeth fell in love again and all seemed well.

You grew up well in the warrior tribe your mother belonged to. They treated you well, even though you couldn`t help feeling isolated from them with the way your father would sometimes usher you away from them. But it was fine, you were happy. Meliodas would train you on how to control your powers as well as how to defend yourself while Elizabeth showed you how to distinguish between plants and how to cook. You knew that you had lived off of meals made by your father before but you feared the day that would ever happen again. So you studied how to save any dish, no matter how horrible.

You were a few years older now and you noticed something off about your father. There seemed a sadness to him, one you only understood later on. You were already entrusted with the secret of your mothers rebirth and you had no problem with that, you were simply grateful, happy that you had a close bond with her despite her not remembering your earliest months and I mean, you didn`t either.

When Elizabeth showed signs of regaining her old power both you and Meliodas were elated. Only later did you two realise that it wasn`t a joyful occasion as you watched your mother die in front of you. Before you knew it your father had covered your vision, holding you close as tears streamed from both of your eyes. You were a happy family, so why had your mother died again?

Going back to wandering, you and your father were alone again. He was spoiling you, anything you wanted you got, being showered with affection and praise was the norm. When there was something threatening you, Meliodas took care of it swiftly. Only sometimes would he search for an enemy for you to fight together, though he`d make sure you wouldn`t even be so much as grazed. You wouldn`t get attached to anyone else, leaving the new place before any ties could be made. Your dad made sure that no one would dare to get close to you.

By the time you met your mother’s second reincarnation you were a teenager and it was quite the experience. People would assume you and your father to be siblings and you never stayed long enough to correct them. You couldn`t do that here. No, not if you wanted to have your mother-daughter relationship. So the two of you decided to tell her that the both of you weren`t human, you wouldn`t tell her what exactly you were but yes, Meliodas was in fact your father. And later on yes, you`d love to call her mom.

It didn`t take long for the curse to activate and by the third reincarnation you and your father became aware of its full extend. You had a mental breakdown, damned to watch your mother die over and over again. Meliodas wasn`t feeling any better but he comforted you nonetheless. He never wanted to see you in that state again but he couldn`t bring himself to forbid you and him to seek out Elizabeth. So he promised you that day that you two would never separate, that he`d be by your side forever.

Like this, centuries passed. You would meet your mom, sometimes even as a child, spend some happy years together before she was taken from you again. Your father would always make sure to be there for you but he was hesitant to letting you make any acquaintances. there were only few exceptions to who you could interact with regularly. One would be Merlin who you soon viewed as part of your family, an older sister figure of sorts.

Life was fine, the two of you living with Liz in a small kingdom, Meliodas was a well respected knight and you were his apprentice, going with the story of you two being siblings. Until Fraudrin appeared, at least. He took you by surprise, injuring you and murdering Liz. Your dad went ballistic and the next thing you knew you were in Liones, your mother`s next reincarnation being nothing more than a small child.

From then on you were only allowed to walk around with at least one of the other sins. You weren`t an official member but you accompanied them and occasionally fought alongside them. One of their orders was to never let you get hurt and they followed that one almost religiously unless they wanted their cheerful Capatain to turn livid and everything close by wiped of the face of earth.

When the country turned against you knights and Merlin sealed his powers you just barely managed to get him out of there and into a cave where you met a new companion, the talking and ever hungry Hawk. Planning to reunite with the momentarily disbanded group you opened a tavern, your father in charge of drinks and serving while you cooked, refusing to let anyone taste the hell your father called edible and he didn`t argue, preferring to keep you from those drunkards either way. .

Work starting in the evening and ending late at night, gathering any kind of information before going to sleep and then spending some quality time with your father which included hunting ingredients for various dishes. It was peaceful for a few years but before you knew it you stood across from someone in quite the impressive armor, Meliodas shielding you protectively. Anyway, that`s how you met your mother again.

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spacebarnes · 3 years

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SORRY

SUMMARY: when a game in a interview show up, Tom can't keep his mout shut.

A/N: this is my first imagine of tom omg i love him so much. as always, english it's not my first language so i hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (gifs not mine)

"baby, remember we can't get together." you said while on the screen of your cell phone you watched your boyfriend brushing his teeth.

"why not?" he removed his brush from his mouth to ask.

"because everyone will know that we are together." you let out a sigh.

"they won't know." he shook and spat into the sink before speaking back to the screen. "let me go for you." he said with a pout.

"Thomas." this time, your voice was a little more serious.

"fine darling, but don't call me Thomas, it feels like you don't love me anymore." the latter put a smile on your face.

"I will always love you, dumbass." you rolled your eyes and got out of bed when you heard someone ring your doorbell. "It's probably Lizzie, so i have to hang up. love you." you said something hasty and waited for me to say it back to you, as soon as the "love you too" left your boyfriend's lips, you hung up the call.

when you opened the door, Elizabeth was behind her in a pretty light blue dress and her hair was tied in a ponytail. "hey, girl. Scarlett is in the car so we should go right now." she said something hastily and took your hand to get you out of your apartment.

as soon as they got to where the interview would be recorded you were able to locate several of your colleagues, however, Tom was not there.

"does anyone know where the fuck is Tom Holland?" you ask.

"I told you that the kid was a problem." Sebastian said as he sat down in a chair next to Anthony.

"I'm here!" your boyfriend's unmistakable voice echoed throughout the place, forcing you to turn to meet his gaze. he looked handsome as hell, he was wearing a black pants, a white shirt and a black jacket.

"who invited him? damn, now the whole interview is ruined." Anthony said sarcastically, causing a laugh from some.

"so funny, Mackie." your boyfriend rolled his eyes and sat down, not before checking you up with his eyes. Tom sat on the edge, next to Lizzie. you really wanted to sit next to him, but the only available seat was between Sebastian and Scarlett.

when you sat down, you felt a vibration and you quickly picked up your phone to find out what it was that made it vibrate. It was a message from Tom.

TOM: you look so gorgeous, stop being so cute or i will die.

YOU: shut up.

TOM: i'm being serious. i just can't believe that you are my gf like omg lucky me.

YOU: you're making me blush, stop it

TOM: only the truth darling ;)

i love u so much.

YOU: love u too. now shut up, the interview is getting started.

as soon as the two of you leave your phones, the two of you found each other to smile at each other before the interview started.

"I see what's going on" Sebastian commented, pulling you out of your bubble

"huh?" you asked without understanding what he was referring to.

"you and Holland." when he spoke those words, you felt your body go numb with nerves.

"what do you mean?" you asked trying to hide the nerves that began to run through your veins.

"you two are plotting revenge on Mackie and me for bothering you so much." hearing that gave you a sigh of relief.

"yeah, totally." you said with a smile, relieved that it was not what you thought.

soon the interviewer entered the room, giving them indications of the game they would play. "so, i'm gonna say let me see the last picture in your camera roll and stuff like that." he explain quickly so that all of you could understand.

"but what if i have a nude?" you asked at random.

"you have nudes in your phone? alright dirty girl." Scarlett commented in surprise.

"no, i mean-"

"It's alright, you are on your 20's and it's understandable, don't worry about it. actually, don't share it with every guy you meet." Sebastian said next to you.

"wait, i don't-"

"just don't show it for the good of the community, got it? yeah? I want to suppose so." Anthony looked at you and said.

"leave alone the little girl, I'm sure she just ask for curiosity." Elizabeth jumped into the conversation and defended you.

"that's why you're my favorite, Liz." you blew her a kiss in the air.

"I'll make sure that didn't hurt, but okay." Tom said hiding it with a cough.

"shut up, Tom. you can't talk, surely you also have photos on your phone with your stick in the air" Anthony said with some disgust.

"did you just called his dick, stick?" Scarlett asked with a laugh.

"oh man." the man next to you shook his head. "just don't put that in the interview and let's get started."

"alright, alright." the interviewer said with a laugh. "so, we are going to separate all of you, in that way some teach one thing and the others another, it's that okay?" he asked and everyone nodded.

"wait, so if I show my first picture, Lizzie won't?" Tom asked and pointed to the girl next to him.

"no, in that case she is going to show her last photo." answered the question. "so, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony are the team one, and Lizzie, Sebastian and [Y/N] are team two. got it?"

"yes, sir." you said and took out your phone to be able to show what they ask of you.

"right, team one let's see your last picture." the guy in front of you ordered and the three people that made up that team began searching his gallery.

"mine it's really boring." Scarlett warned when she saw her last photo. "it's a glass of water." she said simply and showed a photo.

"mine is a selfie of Lizzie and i." Anthony said with a smile and showed his screen, in which the photo of the two actors stood out.

"we look good." the semi blonde said and nodded.

"what about yours, Tom?" you asked curiously and leaned forward a little to get a better look at it.

"it's ridiculous." he said and placed the palm of his hand on his forehead while showing the photo.

"why you have a picture of a tea bag?" Sebastian asked in confusion.

"because there was nothing left!" Tom said and shifted a bit in his chair so he could be face to face with all of you. "so i send this picture to my mom so she can buy more for me."

"the fuck, Tom? just go to the store." you tried to sound like his friend

"no because i want this kind of tea, i don't like others." he said with a grimace.

"and what about your juices? I thought those were your favorites." Anthony asked and rested his right cheek on his hand.

"yeah but, I like tea better." he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"let's continue!" the interviewer interrupted and read one of the letters in his hands. "let's see, team two i want to see your last note."

"i'm scared" you start giggling while entering the notes app.

"i can't say it." Sebastian said quickly and turned off his cell phone.

"hey, why not? show us." Scarlett insisted and crossed her arms.

"because it's a list of possible gifts for [Y/N] because her birthday is coming up." when he said this, the two of you quickly turned to look at each other. you folded your lower lip and moved closer to him so that you could hug him properly.

"yeah, so much love but i want to see the tea, darling. show us." Mackie interrupted the moment and clapped his hands to hurry you up.

"my last note says 'new angel by niall horan'." you said something confused without understanding why your last note said that. "um, what?"

"oh!" Lizzie interfered and headed towards you. "maybe it's because it was the song that was playing on the radio and you said you were going to write down the name to add it to your playlist."

"oh" you exclaimed extending the o. "yeah, i remember now."

"so, my last note says 'two and a half cups of rice'." your friend frowned at not understanding. "yeah, i don't remember that."

"let's continue with the team two, show us your last text." the interviewer ordered with a smile and those of team two quickly got into the messaging app.

"oh, this is a funny one." Sebastian said "damn it, i'm gonna burn everything because you are not going to the interview with Mackie and i." he read his last message without removing the smile from his face and then looked up. "I sent it to Evans."

"oh i see the favoritisim here." Scarlett said with a small laugh and looked at Sebastian.

"I'm going to an interview, we can hang out tomorrow." Lizzie read with narrowed eyes so she could see better. "yeah, my best friend wanted us to go out for a drink but work comes first, i guess." she grimaced and shrugged.

"oh, I'm so eager to see the latest message from [Y/N], she has the juicy stuff." Anthony said with a laugh and pointed at you.

"oh my god, may the lord save me." you said while entering the message app. you widened your eyes when you saw that the last message you sent had been to Tom, you tried to get into another chat, but Sebastian discovered you.

"hey!" he said quickly and stopped your hand. "without cheating."

"well, mine says love u too. now shut up, the interview is getting started." when you finished reading, you felt your cheeks begin to turn a crimson color.

"I wonder who you sent it to." Lizzie said and touched her chin pretending to think.

"is it that boyfriend of yours?" Sebastian asked and you nodded slowly.

"wait, do you have a boyfriend?" the boy asked you in amazement and you nodded again while covering your face with your cell phone.

"let me tell you something about this girl." Mackie interrupted everything and when he started talking, you knew you were going to be embarrassed. "she has a boyfriend, but she doesn't show it. upload photos to her social networks and cover the boy's face."

"even we don't know who it is." the blonde said. "we are creating a team of spies to discover the identity of her lover."

"I'm afraid that all of you may never find out." you said very sure and pulled the phone away from your face.

Tom hadn't said a word since his shift started. he was simply looking at you with eyes of love because he could not be near you. he hadn't realized that you had read his last text message, he was lost in how good you looked.

"Tom?" Elizabeth moved the boy a little, pulling him out of his bubble.

"um, yes?" he answered something lost, not understanding what was happening around him.

"read us your last text message, prince charming." Stan annoyed him and ordered him at the same time.

when you noticed that your boyfriend looked a bit lost, you begged not to read the same message and everyone would realize what was happening between the two of you.

"alright." the brunnette took out his cell phone and entered your chat. "love u too. now shut up, the interview is getting started." he looked up and smiled at his companions. "it was from my girlfriend." at that moment, you felt your cheeks burn and your body completely paralyzed. Tom had publicly exposed the relationship.

"wait a damn minute." Anthony said and looked at Tom and then at you.

"i knew it!" Scarlett got up from her chair and did a little victory dance.

"this is too much, i can't believe it." Sebastian put a hand on his forehead. "how can you lie to me!" he yelled at you and shook your shoulders making you laugh.

"um, hi?" Holland said without understanding. "what's going on?"

"just don't talk, i think you already said a lot." you told him and covered your face with both of your hands.

"what do you mean?" he asked again.

"you, Thomas Holland." Elizabeth turned so she could face him. "you just made your relationship with [Y/N] known" when the brunette processed these words, he quickly leaned in to look at you.

"sorry?" he said with an awkward smile and shrugged.

#fanfic #oneshot #marvel #tom holland #spiderman #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland smut

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petersnya · 3 years

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Sight for sore eyes :: peter b. parker ::

[part 02; fatality]

[part; 00] [part; 01] MASTER LIST FOR THIS SERIES

summary :: “oh my g- dude.. it’s Liz.” || playing games with Peter again at his house, he gets a text that distracts him a little to much. || ‘[Y/N] WINS. FATALITY.’ The loud voice on the game announced. “Haha- i won Parker.. for the 5th time in a row…”

paring :: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings :: ANGST

word count :: 1k (sorry it’s short but YALL not ready for what I have coming tonight 🙃)

[a/n] :: hiii! Thx for all the love, and I hope you enjoy this part :)).

Mornings like this, you thought to yourself as you sat on the couch, looking over your shoulder to watch how Peter tried to make pancakes for breakfast since aunt May wasn’t here when the woke up.

He platted the food, hissing when the hot plate touched his hand. A giggle passed your lips as you smiled. The curly headed not looked up, laughing song with you as you signaled for you to come over to eat. Pushing yourself off the couch, you walked over to him, his hoodie loose on your body.

“Did you put poison in these Parker?”

“Haha— funny. Just eat,” he said with a smirk. Taking a bite your face had a shocked expression written over it. The tasted amazing.

“Wow Pete, these are really good,” he smiled and nodded at the complement, not being able to answer as his mouth was stuffed with pancakes.

You watched in admiration as he finished his pancakes quickly, drinking milk afterwards. His eyes were bright and his hair fell into his eyes. Those curls were the one thing that kept you going. You snapped yourself out of what seemed to be a trance he had put you in.

You couldn’t deny how you felt your heart swell at the sight of him walking back over to the couch and grabbing the controller to the game.

Maybe you did feel something for the boy?

Tired of denying it, you pushed the feeling down, but not completely. You started to get your hopes up.

Worst mistake of your life.

Peter’s phone began to buzz, agin… for the third time in a row. The two of your were playing mortal Kombat until Peter started getting texts that he would pause the game for to reply right away. At first, you assumed it was May…no. That’s can’t be right. May would call him instead.

Maybe it’s Ned? Nope. Ned is still sleeping, even though it’s 2 pm. And you knew better then to think it was Mj.

Ding

“Shit- hang on a second [y/n].”

You watched as Peter paused the game and set down the controller, picking up his phone to text whoever was texting him back. Once he finished, he picked the controller and resumed the game for the fifth time.

You started to notice that it was way to easy beating him. He looked to your right and saw that his phone was in his hands as he typed away, texting back—

“Liz,” you whispered to yourself. You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach as you watched him smile at the text.

“[Y/N] WINS! FATALITY!” the voice boomed from the TV speakers. A frown casted over your face.

“I won agin Parker. For the fifth time in a row,” you said putting down your controller. You sighed as you stood up from the couch.

“Look Peter… your clearly busy so I’ll just- uh- see you tomorrow for the plane ride.”

“What? Why are you leaving,” he questioned as turned off his phone and set it down. He stood and walked over to you. The two of you stood by the front door.

“You’ve legit have been texting Liz this whole damn time man. Like I’m not even here.”

“Look, I’ll put it away just don’t be so grumpy about it.”

You looked at him with hurt in your eyes. Mainly because he didn’t know the real reason you were upset he had been texting Liz.

You wanted to be that girl he was texting and blushing at. Not for it to be Liz or anyone else.

“I- I’ll see you later Parker,” you grabbed your keys and walked out the door, leaving him there.

He couldn’t understand what just happened, and why his heart broke when you just left him there with barely any context.

“[y/n]?” He said to himself.

“Don’t go.”

You sat in the parking lot of his apartment with tears streaming down your red cheeks. You banged your hands against the wheel and yelled out in frustration.

“Damnit Parker!” You screamed. The frustration built as you realized why this hurt you so deeply.

You had fell for Peter Parker. You had gotten attached without even knowing. And now it’s to late.

Your tried to slow your breathing as you cranked your car, pulling out of the parking lot and making your way to your place.

As you walking in the front door, your mom smiled at you softly, asking how it with with Peter. The mer mention of his name caused your heart to break even more. You couldn’t look your mom in the eye without breaking down all over agin— so you gave a one word response and walking into your room.

“Hey, I put your suite case in your room for you to pack! I have to take you to the airport at 2 PM .”

“Thanks ma,” you called back, closing the door to your room. You tossed your keys onto the bed, going to grab your black suitcase and the basket of clothes you had out for the outfits you wanted to take.

You unzipped the suite case and looking inside to see a picture of you and Peter the last time the two of you went out of town. He was holding you bridal style with a big smile on his face as he looked at you. Your arms around his neck as you kissed his cheek. A tear drop fell onto the photo.

You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until you saw it.

That was it. You knew it.

Peter Parker was your new addiction. But you weren’t his. How were you supposed to spend a week with him knowing this is how you feel?

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kiinghanalister · 1 month

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Rosie Rosenthal & Music (gifset with real Rosie here)

#in case people only wanted tv rosie #mota #motaedit #masters of the air #appletv #appletvedit #appletvsource #perioddramaedit #rosie rosenthal #rosierosenthaledit #nate mann #damn liz back at it again with those gifs

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ptergwen · 3 years

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now or never

w/c: 2.9k

warnings: every word out of harry’s mouth, aka swearing and lots of suggestiveness

summary: being the power couple they are, peter and harry help you ask out mj

a/n: HI EVERYONE i’m back for real :,) i know y’all missed me and i missed you too hehe it’s been way too long! i’m done with exams n all that so i’m ready to get back into writing ! since it’s pride month i figured i’d start with some gay shit because yeah? happy pride my loves and stay tuned cuz there’s lots to come <3

“i love you more.”

“not possible! i love you the most.”

you let out a long sigh as peter and harry get into one of their who’s the better boyfriend arguments. they’re the epitome of mushy gushy, and they don’t try to hide it.

you’re well aware that peter is a hopeless romantic, so you expect it from him. he’s worshipped the notebook and pretty woman literally since kindergarten. harry, however, wasn’t much for pda until peter. he wasn’t much for anything other than his occasional flings with cheerleaders. peter brings out the vulnerable side of harry that he didn’t realize existed.

it’s conflicting because you’re insanely happy the two of them found each other. at the same time, you’re kind of jealous. your heart aches whenever you catch them sneaking quick kisses or holding hands so tightly their knuckles turn white. oh, how you long to find your person.

sometimes, it feels like all your friends have except you.

peter and harry, ned and betty. even flash and brad are a thing. at midtown, everyone is off the market.

not mj, though.

she hasn’t been in the dating game since liz moved away. although, you still don’t understand why they were together in the first place. those two are polar opposites. liz would drag mj to parties and fancy restaurants that she didn’t particularly enjoy — she’d rather spend her nights in the library.

you picture mj with someone more her own speed, more lowkey. someone who appreciates her for her many quirks. for example, yourself. you’d make an interesting pair. you’ve considered this more than you’d like to admit, which you’ve yet to do to anyone but yourself.

maybe, you should come clean. you’ll talk it over with peter and see what he thinks.

“peter, can i-“

“no, stop! that tickles,” he giggles out. so much for coming clean. harry peppers kisses across peter’s face and holds him by his waist. “not until you say it.” peter attempts to block himself with his hands. “say what?” he’s playing dumb, grinning ear to ear. in retaliation, harry trails his kisses to each of peter’s palms. “you already know. just four little words, pete.”

peter can hardly take it, so he concedes. “okay, okay! fine! you love me more!” he groans and shoves harry away, only to be pulled in for a big hug. harry is sporting one of his cocky smirks. “damn right i do. you’re lucky we’ve got eyes on us, or else i’d-“

you slam your head against the locker you’re leaning on. no one needs to hear the end of that sentence. that draws both harry’s and peter’s attention, finally. they’ve barely acknowledged you all morning.

harry releases peter from his arms, turning around to face you. “whatcha doing over there, y/l/n?” he questions. peter peeks out from behind him with furrowed eyebrows. “you okay? sounded like that hurt.” you shoot him a glare. “it was supposed to. i’m doing great, obviously.” shrugging, harry turns to peter again. “she seems peachy to me. so, where were we?”

peter dodges the kiss harry leans in for. he gives him a stern look, going over to you.

“what’s wrong, y/n/n? and, don’t say nothing ‘cuz that’s not your nothing face.” peter gives you a small smile and pokes both your cheeks. you’d usually perk up at that, but you only keep your pout. “i just… ugh, it’s embarrassing. let me wallow in peace.”

you slide down the locker, peter catching your wrist before you hit the floor. he yanks you to stand and frowns.

“ok, now i’m really worried.” his fingers lock with yours, you chewing on your lip. “talk to me, y/n. what happened?” he squeezes your hand for encouragement. harry puts his hand on your shoulder, feeling bad for brushing your troubles off.

honestly, you’re making this out to be much more serious than it is.

“i, um…” you glance up at peter and harry, who both nod at you to continue. “i want a boyfriend! or… or a girlfriend. anyone, at this point.” harry elbows your arm. “yeah?” he muses and cocks his head to the side. “a girlfriend, you say?” “such a drama queen,” peter murmurs, patting you on the back nevertheless.

“being single is torture. you guys wouldn’t get it!” you defend yourself. peter scoffs at your statement. “uh, hello? harry was my first.” with a proud smile, harry moves so he’s next to peter. “pete was mine… technically.” he slings an arm around peter’s middle. “you wouldn’t get it anymore,” you correct yourself. your face falls as peter leans into harry more.

peter is right, you’re being dramatic. you wish you could help it, but it’s easier said than done. especially, when him and harry are attached by the hip, and you have to witness every second of it. it wouldn’t hurt so bad if mj was around right about now. you two usually team up and tease them together.

where is she, anyway?

picking up on your mood change, peter steps away from harry again. he comes back to your side.

“not the point. we hear you, and… we’ll dial it back,” peter reassures you and earns a noise of protest from his boyfriend. he shoos harry away. “ignore him.” you merely press your lips into a line. harry throws his head back in annoyance, grabbing you by your shoulders. “come on, y/l/n! that sound fair to you?”

being forced to witness their constant saliva exchanging is unfair to you. mj would agree.

“i have a counter offer. we’ll get you a fuck buddy of your own, eh?” harry suggests, peter’s jaw dropping on your behalf. “jesus, harry! we’re… we’re in school!” peter hisses and clutches onto his backpack straps.

you’re not offended like you probably should be. instead, you ponder the offer. it isn’t so terrible.

“not the way i’d put it, but sure. you guys know what you’re doing,” you give in, much to peter’s surprise. his cheeks burn red as he fiddles with his backpack. “there we go,” harry chuckles, hooking his arm around peter from behind. “anyone you have in mind?”

on cue, mj comes trekking down the hall with betty beside her. she tucks her signature strand of hair behind her ear, squinting at betty while she rambles about the latest gossip. you unintentionally gaze at her passing by. being her observant self, mj notices. she salutes you before focusing back on betty. your chest tightens, bottom lip between your teeth.

“mj?” peter brings you out of your dazed state. “you like mj, don’t you?” he’s already beaming about it, nudging your side. you’re not so subtle, you guess. “how… how did you…” harry cuts in to answer your question. “those were what i like to call,” he pauses to make air quotes and winks at peter. “‘fuck me’ eyes. i’m familiar with those.”

“ahem!” peter loudly clears his throat. “we’re dialing it back, remember?” his voice comes out as more of a squeak. you bite back a grin, harry clicking his tongue. “whatever you say, sweets.” he eyes you hopefully. “mj it is, then. operarion get y/n laid is officially in action.”

you tug on the sleeve of peter’s sweater, speaking lowly. “is he always this… excited?” you’re referring to harry’s never-ending innuendos. peter exhales and looks harry up and down. “yes, y/n. yes, he is.” he bumps his shoulder with yours. “but, hey! you and mj! i thought you might’ve had a little crush on her.”

you love him to death, but peter is the most oblivious guy on earth. if he figured it out, mj definitely did, too.

“what gave it away?” you wonder, peter scrunching his face up. “for starters… you used to flinch, like, every time she mentioned liz.” he’s known for that long? damn, you’re really not slick. “you listen to all those creepy murder podcasts she sends,” peter recounts. “those are interesting!” you retort. harry rests his chin on peter’s head. “the eyes,” he adds on.

he just won’t let that go. if you didn’t need harry’s expertise, you would’ve beat his ass by now.

“well, kids,” harry reaches over and ruffles your hair. “let’s get to work, shall we?” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, prompting you to throw your hands up. “we shall.”

after discussing everything over soggy chicken nuggets and cold mashed potatoes, you’re ready to tell mj how you feel.

the only question remaining is, does she like you back?

“of course she does!” peter coos, setting a hand on your arm. “who wouldn’t? you’re so funny, sweet when you wanna be, pretty-“ harry flicks the back of peter’s head. “you’re a bi disaster, pete. can’t take you anywhere.” peter smiles wickedly at him over his shoulder. “you’re one to talk.”

“oh my god, enough!” you grumble, kicking peter’s leg under the cafeteria bench. “compliment me some more.” peter laughs softly. before he has the chance to, harry winds his arms around his waist protectively. “back off, y/l/n. get your girl instead of stealing my boy.” “he came onto me,” you remark, although you’re not wrong.

“whatever,” peter dismisses you both, craning his neck to kiss harry’s cheek. “we should go find mj. any ideas where she could be?” “the library,” you automatically reply. you’re a bit too fast because peter and harry make faces. “she loves it up there! what’s more mj than a room full of books?”

you sip from your carton of chocolate milk, distracting yourself from their judgement. peter breaks the short silence.

“true,” he affirms. harry places a kiss on the back of his neck. “we’ll walk you up, stick around for moral support.” your mind is racing, the reality of this sinking in.

you’ve never told a girl you like her before, or anyone, for that matter. you prefer to be the one who’s confessed to rather than the one confessing. putting yourself out there isn’t your strong suit, and the fear of rejection mortifies you. mj will not sugar coat it if your feelings are one sided. you’re not sure in the slightest how she’s going to take this.

it’s too late to back out now, though.

peter collects everyone’s lunch trays, holding out his free hand to you. “don’t worry, y/n. we’re right here, okay? we’ll be rooting for you.” you thread your fingers through his and let him help you up. harry jabs his thumb at the cafeteria doors. “lead the way, champ.”

the library is almost dead silent, save for kids tapping on keyboards and teachers printing last minute handouts. it’s honestly refreshing. you can see why mj usually spends her lunch here. you’d much prefer the quiet over the vulgar comments made by everyone in the cafeteria. by everyone, you mean harry.

you three head in and search for mj amongst the plethora of readers. you’re hidden between the bookshelves, pretending to look for novels. peter actually skims a few back covers.

“where the hell is she?” harry whisper yells, you hitting at his chest so he’ll shut up. “relax! we just got here.” you tap peter’s shoulder. “you see mj yet?” smiling to himself, peter folds the page of a young adult romance he began reading. he never even looked. “um, nope. i’ll let you know when i do.”

typical peter.

harry runs his hands through his gelled hair in distress. “i can’t believe this, y/n. seriously! i mean, she’s gotta be-“ “wait!” you squeal, alerting peter and harry. “right there!” you point at a table where mj sat down moments ago. she spreads out her homework, pulling a pencil from behind her ear. this is your moment.

“go!” peter eagerly commands. “it’s now or never, y/n. you got this.” he pushes you forward before you can respond. the abruptness makes you stumble, harry stifling a laugh. mj curiously peers up from her biology assignment upon hearing. her eyes quickly land on you. that wasn’t the graceful entrance you planned on.

gulping harshly, you head over to mj’s table. you wave to her on the way there, which she returns with a half smile.

“hey, mj,” you greet and grab at the empty seat. “hey, y/l/n. sit,” mj indulges, shoving her homework aside to chat with you instead. she taps her fingers on the wooden tabletop. “what’re you doing up here?” breathing out a laugh, you take the seat across from her. “looking for you, actually. i had a feeling this was where you’d be.”

mj leans back in her chair, her interest piqued. “oh? why’s that?” you meet her dark eyes that seem far more intense than usual. “because i know you, em.” she parts her lips to speak, but doesn’t say a word. her tough exterior almost fades away in that moment. “don’t get sappy on me, y/l/n. i’ll spew chunks,” she warns you monotonously.

and, it’s back.

“ok, ew. moving on,” you digress. “i’m here because i… i wanna tell you something.” your stomach drops, sweaty palms wiping against your jeans. you might be the one spewing chunks. “i’m all ears,” mj welcomes you with a definitive nod.

she’s also freaking out, just on the inside. this is petrifying for each of you.

you glance off to where peter and harry are watching you two. peter sticks out an exaggerated thumbs up, harry making lewd gestures until peter smacks his hand away. idiots.

“please don’t hate me,” you preface, mj’s features twisting in shock. “never,” she nearly whispers. that gives you the tiniest bit of confidence to spill what you’ve been waiting to. “thank god. well…”

you lose track when mj puts her hand on top of yours under the table. she’s rarely ever touchy like that, so this is a huge deal. warmth spreads throughout your entire body. mj runs her thumb along the back of your hand, willing you to continue.

“well, i’ve been thinking about this for a really long time,” you start and shift around nervously in your seat. “but… i was too scared to say it because i didn’t wanna make things weird between us.” mj does her best poker face while really, she’s terrified for whatever comes next. she hums to signal for you to finish.

mustering up a smile, you go on. “you’re one of my best friends, mj.” mj snorts at this, you fighting back an eye roll. “you make me laugh when no one else can, you’re so fucking smart. like, you’re a walking thesaurus.” she’s starring to get hot from your words, a giggle even escaping her. “get on with it, weirdo!”

fair enough, your buildup is quite excessive. that’s what happens when you take dating advice from peter parker.

“i like you, mj. i like you a lot,” you blurt out, a huge weight lifting off your chest. “i like everything about you.” the grin disappears from mj’s face. she shakes her head.

this is exactly what you were afraid of.

panicking, you attempt to fix your unsuccessful declaration of love. “um, you don’t have to say it back,” you mumble, staring down at her hand still on yours. “i know it hasn’t been that long since you and liz… it’s okay if you’re not ready to-“ mj suddenly pulls her hand back, expression indecipherable.

you’ve really screwed up now.

“what about me and liz?” mj sharply asks. you want to curl up in a ball and die there. “she- she just moved away and everything. don’t you miss her?” a bit more calm, mj twiddles with her fingers. “no, not really,” she casually replies.

you’re utterly confused about her response. you’d assumed she reacted that way because she’s hung up on liz.

“as a friend, yeah. but, we didn’t break up because she was moving,” mj further explains. you let this new information sink in for a few seconds before saying anything. “why’d you break up, then?” her shoulders slump, demeanor changing. “i, uh, i like someone else.”

great. here you are, professing your feelings to a girl who’s holding out for a completely different person. happy pride.

“oh, that makes sense,” you weakly acknowledge. “good luck with them, mj. i’m sure they’ll like you, too.” huffing, mj takes both your hands, intertwining her fingers with yours. “i’m talking about you, you dork!”

there’s no way.

you practically jump in your seat. “me? you’re kidding…” “i mean it,” mj clarifies with a shy smile. “i would’ve told you sooner. i’m just… not good at this shit. i’m sorry it came out so bad.” she averts her gaze to the floor, you gripping her hands tighter. “don’t be sorry. like i’m any better? peter and harry had to pimp me out.” mj snickers. “figures. ned was my guy.” “yikes,” you say under your breath.

“so, what now?” you swing one of your hands in mj’s. mj purses her lips. “date night? i was gonna binge true crime later-“ she remembers not everyone is into that. “unless, you wanna pick something else?” “true crime it is,” you confirm, standing up from the table.

when you said you like everything about mj, that included her concerning obsession with murder.

mj lets you tackle her in a hug, laughing into it and holding you by your hips. peter and harry whistle at you from behind the bookshelf.

“these bitches are gay! good for them!” peter cheers, mj flipping him off and you gasping playfully. that certainly ruins the library’s quiet atmosphere. harry sniffles with real tears in his eyes. “we did this, pete. look what we created.” chuckling, peter wipes his thumb over harry’s cheek. “babe, chill.”

you keep your arms around mj’s neck when you pull apart, bodies pressed together. “promise me one thing,” you request. mj looks from harry and peter to you, quirking an eyebrow. “we’ll never be like… them,” you half joke. she pecks your cheek in agreement.

“yeah, deal.”

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zamoimagines · 3 years

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There’s Your Trouble

Word Count: 3,529

Pairings: Billie Dean Howard x Reader, Sally McKenna x Reader

Chapters: 1, 2

Summary: You and your girlfriend, Billie Dean Howard, are staying at the Cortez for the weekend but you meet a pretty ghost.

A/N: Chapter two is finally here! Hope you guys enjoy :)

The rest of your night wasn’t what Billie had promised. You remember telling her how excited you were to spend time with her at a hotel because it meant you both could maybe have a little alone time. She was constantly working on her show, or traveling, or doing interviews, or signing autographs on the street. This was a chance for the two of you to actually spend some quality time together.

How wrong that assumption was. The rest of the day was spent interviewing different residents who obviously didn’t want to be filmed, and some of them even looked as if they were the ghosts themselves. Billie was so focused on learning the history of the building and asking the owners about James Patrick March. She cared more about her crew than anything you had to say. Any time you would try to speak, someone would cut you off and Billie would completely ignore that you had said anything at all. You were an afterthought to say the least. It had been this way long before you’d arrived with her at the Hotel Cortez. This seemed to be a pattern that never ended.

Night fell rather quickly. You didn’t realize that it was dark out until you glanced out one of the windows of your room. Billie was still going on about all that needed to be filmed before Devil’s Night to her worker bees.

“Uh.. Billie?” you tried to interject.

“I’m thinking we can get a couple shots of the front for dramatic effect? I talked to Liz as well, she said we could see the basement if we really wanted to.”

“Billie-”

“Oh! And what if we got a scene in front of that creepy empty pool?”

“Billie, can I please talk to you for a second?”

The blonde finally turned in your direction. She gave you a wild smile.

“Yeah! Sorry, honey. What is it?”

“Are we gonna go to the bar and get some alone time? I figured tonight would be perfect since we just got here.”

“Of course!” she replied happily. The sound of that brightened your world.

“I’ve just got to get a few shots first.” Your heart sank in your chest.

“Oh… okay.”

“Honey, I promise we’ll go on a date when we get the footage we need.” Billie pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Do you want to come with us? You could see all of the chilling content first hand!”

“I-I’m okay. I think I’m gonna wait here until you get back.”

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yeah, I gotta unpack anyway.”

“I’ll film as fast as I can. It won’t be too long, right guys?” Billie looked to her crew for reassurance, though all they did was glared coldly back at you. They barely knew you and couldn’t give less of a shit about your romantic endeavors. She stood up while grabbing her mic before leading everyone out of the room.

“Why don’t we just go out tomorrow night?” you offered.

“It won’t be too late, Y/N, I promise-”

“I’m just tired. It’s no big deal, really.”

“Okay, then. I’ll try not to stay out too late. I’ll see you later, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Billie.”

Alone. Yet again. Your own girlfriend cared so much more about her damn TV show than about spending the evening with you. It stung quite a bit, though you wouldn’t dare to ever let her know. She worked hard to get where she was. You just wished she would care about more important things sometimes.

Instead of wallowing, you figured you would change into something more comfortable. You changed out of your travel outfit and immediately ditched your bra before slipping on some shorts along with a big t-shirt over your head. A sigh of relief escaped you. Folding your old clothes, you began to unpack your bag and put your belongings into the drawers of the dresser. You switched on the tv just to have a little background noise as you finished putting everything away. The only thing left was your makeup bag and a small carrier full of hygienic products. Taking the last two bags, you sauntered into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.

As you started to brush your teeth, your mind wandered aimlessly about Billie. You only agreed to come because she told you that she had so many things planned for you. Every business trip turned out to be all about your girlfriend and she’d always happened to just forget about every promise she made to you. This one was only proving to be the exact same. How could a damn TV show be more important than your own relationship? You didn’t understand her thought process whatsoever.

You finished up before making your way back to the bed. Though, there was something off about the room. Something felt incredibly eerie but you couldn’t quite place what it was. Perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you were spending your week in a haunted hotel, so it was probably normal to feel a little creeped out by your surroundings.

Just as you sat down on the bed, you heard a soft humming sound. Your head quickly turned in the direction of the bathroom door. Was someone in your room?

“My, my… You’re even prettier than I remember, Princess.” a familiar voice spoke. You nearly jumped out of your spot as you let out a gasp.

There standing in front of the doorway was the woman you’d met from earlier. The one in the elevator. You thought you’d locked the door but perhaps you actually had forgotten to and it slipped your mind. She was still as gorgeous as ever, only now she was just dressed in a simple black nightgown. Her fingers were laced around two glasses and a bottle of some brown liquor was in her other hand. You noticed large rips in her fishnets as she made her way closer to you.

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

She shrugged as she inhaled the lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth, “Just a minute or two. The walls are paper thin here, though, so I heard your little conversation with the girlfriend.” She paused to take a longer drag. As she exhaled smoke, she raised a brow.

“Saw her leave too. She seems a little… Prissy.” Sally added in a disgusted tone.

“Billie isn’t prissy. She’s just well-rounded!”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She plopped down next to you on the mattress with a sly grin on her face, her cigarette draping smoke all around your body as she nestled in closer.

“Just because she’s high maintenance doesn’t mean that she’s a bad person.”

Sally handed you one of the glasses before popping open the bottle. Pouring some alcohol into your cup, she chuckled in disbelief.

“I’m not sure I believe that. The bitch is more infatuated with her camera than her own girl.”

Those words definitely stung. You stared blankly down at your drink as you tried hard not to think about it too much as water pricked your eyes. Sally poured her own glass then glanced back up at you.

“Look, I’m not trying to be a debbie downer or anything. I just think it’s fucked up that she’d just leave you here.”

“She’s… She’s just very professional. She takes a lot of pride in her work.” You tried to explain, “Besides, she said we could go on a better date tomorrow.”

She raised a brow. “A bit too professional, don’t you think? How could she pass up a night with a gorgeous girl like you?”

There was a thick silence that hung in the room.Your vision grew fuzzy as more tears welled up in your eyes, though you were quick to wipe them away to appear like you had everything together. “Oh, my poor baby girl.” Sally cooed as her index finger lifted your chin. You could see that her own eyes were watering but you weren’t entirely sure what for. She offered you a soft grin that caused the skin on your cheeks to flush; it had been so long since you’d received this sort of affection from anyone. “Why don’t we have a drink, hm?”

You looked down at the glass skeptically. Was this a trap or something?

“I’m not sure I should-”

“Oh come on, you were gonna go to the bar earlier anyway. What’s one little glass going to do?”

She was right. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do with your night. Rather than waiting for her to pour you a glass, you simply took the bottle from her and screwed off the cap. Your lips pressed against the mouth as you quickly took a huge swig.

“Straight to it.” Sally chuckled as she grabbed the liquor back from you, “What a good girl you are.”

Your whole body felt warm. So warm that you couldn’t notice that damned blush on your face was becoming more apparent. It was probably just the effects of the alcohol and not the fact that her remark had been incredibly smooth.

Nearly two hours had passed in which you both kept passing the bottle back and forth. Each swig from the bottle made you significantly more inebriated as you both talked about everything under the sun. You told Sally about your life, and in return she told you more about herself. You’d learned that she used to be a musician, that she had been dealing with a drug addiction for decades, and that she lived here at the hotel. She even made you crack a smile or two.

There was so much alcohol in your system now that you were completely relaxed. It was as if Sally took every problem you ever had and melted it away with simple conversation. You had to admit, no one had ever made you feel this way before. Not even your own girlfriend.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked, your words slightly slurred.

“Only if I can ask you one in return.” Sally replied with a sly grin.

“That sounds like a fair trade.” “Then go right ahead, gorgeous.”

You took a deep breath as you tried to summon the right words. It might’ve been stupid, but you had a sneaking suspicion that there was something paranormal about this woman. You could’ve sworn you felt something deep in your gut telling you that it was true. The worst that could possibly happen was that she’d think you were crazy. “I’ve noticed that you’re rather unique.” You gulped, “This might sound stupid to ask, but uh, are… a-are you a-” Before you could finish your sentence, she cut you off completely. “Are you asking if I’m a ghost?” Your brows furrowed as your eyes widened slightly out of shock. It was as if she had taken the words right out of your mouth. The blonde chuckled to herself when she saw your reaction, then inhaled more smoke from her sixth cig of the night. “Yeah. I’m a ghost. Been dead for fucking years now.” She paused briefly, a fire in her eyes now. “Does that scare you?” So it was confirmed. Sally wasn’t alive… If you were honest, you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You’d seen enough of Billie’s work to know all of the signs but you didn’t figure you’d be the one that would have a run in with the dead. Shaking your head, you could feel yourself growing dizzy from this new information. You weren’t about to act like a wuss in front of her now. “Not at all.” You muttered maybe a little too quickly. Sally raised a brow at your response. “Do you believe me?” You shrugged. “I mean, you practically walked through the wall when I wasn’t looking. And you took me for a spin in the elevator earlier, which was a little eerie.” “So is that a yes?” “Yes… I believe you.” Sally looked rather pleased with you as she took back the bottle. “Good… You’re not a skeptic.” She took a swig and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I fucking hate skeptics.”

You simply just nodded along as you listened to her. If you were honest with yourself, you were still on the fence as if you actually believed her or if it was the alcohol getting to your head. You had been overthinking the matter so much that you had barely missed the other women speaking directly to you. “Shit- Sorry. What did you say?” You asked.

“I said it’s my turn.”

“For what?”

“To ask you a question.” A mischievous grin appeared on her pretty pale lips.

You gulped. It was just a question, and surely what she had to say wasn’t too terrible.

“R-Right. Go right ahead, ask away.”

Sally paused for a moment to fully pivot her body in your direction. She leaned forward a bit before asking,

“Why do you stay with a woman who doesn’t give you the time or day?”

A much more loaded question than you were expecting. Instead of responding, you simply took the bottle from her lap and took a very long swig to avoid saying anything whatsoever. The blonde chuckled to herself as she watched you chug the liquor down. “We had a deal, Princess.” She sang out. There had definitely been a deal, and you needed to hold up your end of the bargain.

“Billie does care about me. I promise… She’s just really busy.” You set the bottle back down before continuing, “She’s been waiting for months to get coverage on this place. There’s a reason she’s so preoccupied.”

“I’m sure that’s what it is.” Sally scoffed. “I don’t mind, though. I’m just very happy that you like blondes.” She gave you a wink as she ashed her cigarette into the glass bottle.

You were at a loss for words. No matter what you said, your new acquaintance never believed a word that you said despite explaining yourself over and over again. In a way, you felt completely defeated. You were defending a cause with not a lot of evidence to back you up. Sally could tell you were getting upset, for she got even closer and let out a whine of sympathy.

“Awe, don’t pout. Here, I’ll make a bet with you.” She began, “If this Billie chick comes in here tonight and fucks you when she sees you in this number, then I’ll keep my distance and respect your relationship. But if she goes straight to bed?” She paused for a moment to discard her cigarette completely, “You have to come by my room and let me show you how pretty you are.”

The immediate flush upon your cheeks was enough for Sally to chuckle darkly to herself. You were sure you had never blushed this hard in your life. You couldn’t remember how long it had been since someone had flirted with you like this, let alone your own girlfriend.

“U-Uh- I’m not so sure about that-” You stammered.

“Let me put it this way; When will you ever get to tell someone that you got to make a bet with a ghost?”

She had a fair point. Surely the drinks weren’t helping you to make any logical decisions. Your head felt like it was spinning as the words fell out of your mouth,

“Fine. Sure, why not.” You were sure that the blonde was just bluffing, what harm was one little bet going to do?

But oh how you would regret ever saying a damn words.

“Good.” The next moment, Sally’s face was only an inch away from your own and those deep brown eyes were staring directly into yours.

“How about you let me give you a sneak peek?” She whispered.

Your breath caught in your throat. Her stare put you into a trance, though you did your best to stay grounded. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Mm, it’s only a kiss.” Her fingers reached out and danced upon your shoulder, “Maybe two.”

Before you knew it, you were paralyzed under her touch. Your eyes shut tight as if to try and wake yourself from some sort of dream, but as you did so, something hot pressed to the side of your neck. Her soft lips brushed against your skin, your heart beginning to beat rapidly in your chest. Her hand traveled up to caress your cheek and her forehead rested upon yours as you slowly opened your eyes. There was no denying there was a heated passion building inside you.

“Come on, Princess. Let me taste those pretty lips of yours.” Her voice was so dark and inviting. You couldn’t help but swoon into her touch.

“Sally…” You tried to protest, but you were finding it hard to resist. Your vision grew hazy the moment she captured your mouth into a tender kiss.

You felt as if you should’ve been beating yourself up for not stopping her, but you craved the amount of affection she was offering you. After the first, she kissed you again with much more confidence. Her tongue slid against your bottom lip as if to beg for entrance. Your mouth opened with ease as she eagerly deepened the contact between you both, slowly but full of lust. A low groan escaped her which in turn caused you to whimper against her. You could tell how bad she wanted you, but more importantly, you were starting to realize how badly you wanted Sally.

You pulled away briefly to catch your breath though you managed to stay close. The other woman let out a soft laugh before practically moaning, “I could eat you up.” She bit her lower lip as her gaze studied your mouth and back up to your eyes.

“I can’t imagine what your pussy tastes like.”

“Sally- jesus.” You hissed.

Thankfully, she rose from where she had been sitting before picking up the bottle of liquor and the two glasses she had originally come in with. Her hip was cocked out to the side as she watched your every move.

“You just wait,” She said as she pointed toward you, “You’re gonna lose.”

“I will not!” You rebutted.

“We’ll see about that.”

You moved to protest her words, but in the blink of an eye, she had completely vanished. The room had seemed to change as well for everything seemed much darker than a moment ago. The window revealed a black sky full of stars. How much time had passed?

The faint sound of clicking heels echoed down the corridor outside your door. Billie.

At least she was finished filming so you could forget this night had ever happened. You made sure to freshen up your hair and get into a position that looked inviting for your girlfriend to walk into, for you were sure you wouldn’t lose your end of the bet. Billie loved you, and that was a fact. She wouldn’t deny the chance to spend a sensual evening with you.

The door swung open. In the doorway was Billie Dean, her posture slightly slouched as she flashed a winning, yet sleepy smile to you.

“Hey, Honey. How was your night?” She asked, her voice groggy as ever.

“It was fine.” You replied immediately. Your head was still woozy from all of the alcohol. “I missed you, though.”

Billie plopped down on the opposite end of the bed as she kicked off her heels. She shimmied out of her skirt, then worked at the buttons of her blouse to reveal her silk slip. You did your best to appear sexy but it was proving to be difficult when she wasn’t even paying attention to you.

“I missed you too. I’m so exhausted, we spent hours wandering this place and didn’t find a damn thing.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Yeah. We’ll try again in the morning.” Once she was situated for bedtime, Billie got under the covers next to you. She leaned over to press a soft peck to your cheek before turning around to turn off the lamp beside her.

“Goodnight.”

“Wait, don’t you want to spend some time together?”

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so tired. Why don’t we grab breakfast in the morning? I promise I’ll make it up to you after I’ve had plenty of sleep.”

“But-”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

She turned completely away from you and didn’t notice a damn thing. Not what you were wearing, or what you looked like, or how she had made you feel so lonely. Instead of fighting her on the matter, you sighed sadly to yourself.

“Goodnight, Billie.”

You turned off your own lamp before curling up under the blankets and faced where Billie’s back had turned. Tears stung your eyes once again, though you managed to stay completely silent to try and drift to sleep. You were nearly asleep when you felt a familiar sensation upon your neck; hot breathing and a soft pair of lips. A warm kiss was placed upon you as you heard Sally’s voice faintly whisper in your ear,

“I win.”

#sally mckenna x reader #billie dean howard x reader #ahs #ahs imagine

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weepingvoidpenguin · 4 years

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The Gods’ Blessing (Pt. 5)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Summary: In your world, everyone had a soulmate. That’s just how things went. Everyone had some sort of Indicator that their other half was out there, be it telepathy or a red string that connected these two strangers. Yours was one unspoken of, in fact, you’d never heard anyone say that they had the same Indicator as you. And because of this rarity, you longed to meet the person who could gift you with what you lacked, maybe not so much so to be with the person but more so to finally see what others took for granted. Yet, you held onto the hope that one of your best friends was your Meant-To-Be but he has his eyes on another girls and the little green monster slowly engulfs you at the deterioration of your hope.

Warning: Like 1 F-Bomb, angst, reader being reckless

Word Count: 4.3K

Author’s Note: I’m literally so sorry this took so long to come out but I lost motivation to write and randomly got it back and now I know where I want to take this story so I’m dedicating some time to this series again. ALSO I wanted to thank EVERYONE from the bottom of my heart who has asked to be tagged or complimented my writing it means SO MUCH and helps me continue to write. Everyone who has requested to be tagged will be; I’m just dumb and didn’t know I could privately respond to asks and I didn’t want to spam my page with answers so... yeah I know, I’m dumb lol ENJOY

(CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO FIND THE ORIGINAL GIF FOR MY STORY BECAUSE WTF I SPENT LITERALLY 30 MINUTES LOOKING FOR THE RIGHT ONE BUT COULDN’T FIND IT AND I USED THE SAME TAGS AS ALWAYS AND YES THE GIFS ARE STILL THERE SOMEONE HELP PLS AND THANK YOU) (AND ALSO LITERALLY CAN’T ADD A READ MORE LINE BECAUSE I COPY AND PASTE FROM WORD SO IM SORRY TUMBLR IS JUST TRYING ME TODAY)

You let the thunderous knocks at your door rack for nearly five minutes before you trudged out of bed with your blanket still encased around you. You kept your eyes glued to your carpet, watching as your feet slid along the floor on your way to the door. Your hand hovered over the knob as hesitation ceased your actions.

What if it was Peter at your door? Your heart twisted at the thought and you couldn’t stop how your hand shot out and grasped the handle. Damn how your body could betray you.

You noticed how your actions slowly became less your own over the past few days. Naturally, you could sit, lay, stand, eat, drink and etc. on command but whenever the thought of the brunette boy shattered its way through the walls you’d created, your hands flew towards your phone every single time. You had desired Peter, desired for him to reach out to you and clear the air, answer the questions consuming your mind, just talk to you in any way. Maybe his words wouldn’t make you feel better but at least his voice would soothe the storm brewing in your stomach.

You had skipped school the last two days, claiming to have a fever to your mother who, as a doctor, knew better. But she was an understanding woman and gave you the time she suspected you needed to deal with whatever was bothering you. She’d tried to get you to talk but each attempt was met with silence and isolation so she left you be, only occasionally leaving a warm drink on your nightstand.

You hadn’t just isolated yourself from your mother though; you’d completely disregarded the messages you were getting from MJ and Ned. You tried to keep away from your phone, in all honesty. You wanted to disconnect, to just feel what you felt and ride the wave until the waters soothed themselves. But with the amount of times you’d checked your inbox for a new message from Peter or merely went back to read old texts that used to bring a smile to your face, you’d say disconnecting had failed miserably. In fact, every time you checked your phone only made the sinking feeling in your stomach liven with a fresh ache and you’d lay right back down.

Your window remained locked now. For the most part. Some nights, for about an hour or so, you’d unlatch it, idiotically hoping that somehow Peter would be aware of your actions and know that you, in a moment of weakness, wanted to see him again. That your silent invitation had been noticed and he would come running to you. But, of course, it didn’t work like that.

You were released from the deep constraints of your thoughts with another set of rapping on the door. You sighed and brought yourself to look through the peephole only to be met with an eye already glaring through it. You let out a quiet shriek at the expression strewn about MJ’s face and slowly unlocked the door.

She didn’t wait for you to open it though, taking matters into her own hands and flinging the entryway open to storm through and slam shut behind her. You stood frozen, watching as she glowered with her arms crossed over her chest. You two stood in silence like that for a few moments and she continued to stare, waiting for you to give an explanation for your behavior for the past few days.

She knew better than to think you were sick. Even when you were sick you always messaged her back but this mood was something she had yet to experience in all her years of friendship with you.

“So?” She practically snarled and you gulped.

You scanned her up and down. She was entirely on the defense here. Her arms crossed, foot tapping on the ground and the disapproving look of the century plastered on her face all scrambled together to serve you one very pissed off MJ.

She waited for a response, not breaking her composure for even a fraction of a second. The anger radiating off her body was more than you could handle in the moment, especially when it was accompanied with the sorrow encasing your very being.

Her expression softened in the slightest as she studied you, noting how you couldn’t meet her gaze, not that it had been a warm one to begin with but still. Your hair was in shambles and the deep, dark circles under your eyes conveyed more than you were willing to bring yourself to admit. And when you finally looked up at her she took your desperate embrace with ease; all of her anger diminishing as she held you.

“Hey,” She soothed, running her hand up and down your back through the blanket, “what’s going on?”

You looked up at her, only slightly pulling back from the hug, “There’s something I have to tell you,” ~ That first day that you had kicked Peter out of your apartment he didn’t go on patrol that night. He was too distraught. Instead, he trudged home with his head hung low and his thoughts drowning him in regret.

He’d been weak that afternoon. He couldn’t help it. It’d been so long since you two had hung out together alone, aside from the rare occasion last week, and so much had happened within that time.

That first night, when the two of you kissed and the stars had come to life for the first time in his existence, everything in those few moments had been perfect; no, better than perfect. The world had burst to life under your touch and suddenly his years of yearning and longing for you had made sense. The world had been right and just for once. For one goddamn minute.

And then, because of that moment that he hungered to relive again, he’d lost you. Maybe permanently.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have just given in to the desire pining for your touch? He couldn’t have helped it. The way you looked, the smile gleaming on your face, the way you were straddling and hovering above him; it all called out to him. You called out to him. His eyes traced down from your eyes to your neck and then lower to the bit of exposed cleavage in his face. He blushed in the moment, feeling guilty for letting his mind wander to those treacherous places that caused his imagination to spiral. And, oh, how his thoughts spiraled.

That need to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to be with you had made him weak in the moment. But had it really been so wrong to give in? After all, you are his soulmate and if it were okay to touch anyone the way his body had urged him to, why not the person that he was meant for and was meant for him?

No, it hadn’t wrong to give in because from the look that glazed your eyes and elicited your body when you connected, he knew you wanted to give in too. He knew you wanted to be with him just as much as he wanted to be with you.

And that’s why he wanted to go over that day. He had planned to tell you everything. He even had his suit in his backpack to show you but then it all went wrong. He’d prematurely exposed the truth but in a way that made it seem secretive. He hadn’t meant to be secretive; he was just scared.

Plus, he finally had the girl he’d been working to get for the past few months and he had to just throw that all away. At that point, his feeling for Liz were real just miniscule compared to the ones he attempted to drown out for you. Not to mention, Liz liked Peter as he was without the hero complex but (Y/N) liked Spider-Man, a literal superhero.

Maybe that had been the reason that (Y/N) had kicked him out so quickly. Was she disappointed that her mysterious hero had turned out to be none other than Peter Parker? Was being Peter really that bad in her eyes? No, (Y/N) loved Peter . . . platonically.

But Liz . . . Liz liked Peter, not Spider-Man. (Y/N) didn’t want her shy best friend, she wanted her mysterious hero. (Y/N) didn’t like Peter for who he was, only who he presented himself to be. Her feelings were solely based on a hidden character under the red and blue suit. She didn’t want Peter Parker. She couldn’t want Peter Parker. Peter Parker wasn’t enough for her and he never would be.

He shook his head at the thoughts, hating how his conclusion could tug at his chest so fiercely. Nonetheless, he let himself fester on that idea until it became his mentality.

(Y/N) was not interested in Peter. ~ You could hardly communicate everything that had happened over the course of the last few weeks to MJ with all the tears and sobs interrupting the story. She caught onto the gist of it, though. Peter was Spider-Man, Spider-Man was her soulmate, Peter was with Liz, etc.

She let you cry until you fell asleep that night and she stayed with you the next day so she could force you to go to school, even if it was Friday.

Her alarm woke you up the next morning and you groaned as you shoved your pillow over your ear to drown out the sound. MJ rolled around, cutting the alarm off and cuddling closer to you before shoving you out of bed.

“What the hell?” You asked, reaching out for the pillow that was pried from your hold.

MJ held the cushion just out of your reach and dangled it in the air, “Good morning!” She cheerily shouted, very unlike herself.

You groaned in response and shoved the blanket over your head just for that to be ripped away as well. “Get up, you’re coming to school,”

A huff escaped your lips as the sunlight shone even from behind closed eyelids. You wanted to argue and stay home but you would just get hell for it and end up going to school anyway so you used that time of argument to get ready instead. MJ had woken you up early enough to let you shower, as you hadn’t recently, and made breakfast while you got ready.

In the stillness of your room, you observed your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were still puffy from the crying and there was a slight dry rash from wiping your nose so much but other than that, you looked practically normal. You ran your hands down your body, hating that you put in a little extra effort in your looks to catch Peter’s attention. In the midst of shamefully admiring yourself, you caught a glimpse of the pictures tacked onto the wall behind you. You whirled around and your gaze landed on the brightest of them all. A picture of the four of you sitting in the grass, MJ on one side of you and Peter on the other. You removed the tack from the photo and smiled down at it. The picture had been taken the first time you all hung out together, the same day you’d told MJ about your feelings for Peter only to be met with a knowing look from her. She could read you like a book that woman.

“Hey, breakfast is ready-” MJ burst through the door and cut herself off at the sight of you. “What’s that?”

“Do you remember this photo?” You asked, holding it up for her to see. Her eyes softened and she had a small smile, “I have this same picture in a drawer somewhere,”

“Do you remember what I told you that day?”

MJ looked up at you, her eyebrows furrowed as she waited for an explanation.

“That’s the day I told you that I thought I liked Peter,” She looked down at the photo and handed it back to you, “It’s like . . . since the beginning it’s been him. It’s always been him.” You placed the photo back in its original place, “And now I know why,”

Later that day in the cafeteria, the table had been full of tension. MJ throwing glares at Peter, Peter brushing them off his shoulder, your head crammed into a textbook, Ned trying to break the tension and Liz having no idea what the hell was going on.

“You guys are so cute together,” MJ cheerily spoke up after a while, looking at Peter and Liz’s interlocked fingers.

“Thanks,” Peter stated bluntly, his gaze fixated on MJ.

“I just didn’t think you would end up dating a guy like that, Liz, but now that I’m looking at it, it makes sense,”

“A guy like what?” Liz raised an eyebrow, concerned there was something about Peter that she didn’t know.

“A liar-”

“MJ, can you help me with this equation?” You interjected, hoping she hadn’t heard what MJ said.

“I don’t know why you’d need my help, you’re the best one here at math,” she slyly retorted, not once breaking her eye contact with Peter.

“I’ll help you,” Ned spoke up and the both of you exchanged worried glances. It suddenly dawned on you that Ned probably already knows Peter’s secret; which means, he already knew about you as well.

“Anyway,” Liz spoke up after a few tense moments of silence, “I’m throwing a party tonight at my place, everyone’s invited!”

“And why would we-”

“Sounds fun! We’ll be there!” You spoke up quickly, glaring at MJ to shut her up. She rolled her eyes but sat back in her chair and complied.

You’d kept your head down for most of the lunch period but had to snap your attention up to keep MJ tamed. Your gaze wandered over to the direction you felt a pull coming from and was surprised when you met Peter’s gaze. You were almost frozen, caught in a mixture of crying, panicking and keeping it together. Still, you couldn’t pry your attention from Peter so you dwelled in it instead.

He looked tired. The dark circles under his eyes were more apparent than usual and his hair appeared to lack a bit of life, the curls on his face falling flat rather than their normal bounciness. You let yourself study the man before you and that’s when it happened again.

Instead of his normal physique, an outline of his person took form and the wounds on his body glowed to catch your attention. He had a few cuts and scrapes here and there, some bruises on his shins and forearms, not to mention the busted eyebrow that you’d failed to notice under what you assumed was makeup. You squinted your eyes at this and Peter seemed to catch on to what was happening. He grew uncomfortable under your gaze and forced yourself to retract it, fighting the urge to reach out your hand and place it over the split skin on his face. Not that he’d appreciate it.

You sighed and closed the textbook before shoving it in your bag and standing up seconds before the bell rang. MJ followed suit and walked you to your next class, knowing you usually take the route with Peter and punched your shoulder lightly when it was time for her to go.

“Meet at my locker after school? I need help picking an outfit and we can stop by your place to pick some stuff up,”

MJ nodded in agreement and you turned to enter the classroom but walked into a hastily walking Peter. You reached out your hand to steady yourself and grabbed his forearm which, unfortunately, was not covered in fabric.

The warmth in your fingertips soon sprawled all over your body and you could moan at the ease it brought along with it. The ache in your heart subsided and the strength of the pull towards him tripled until you really were being shoved against him, your chest pressed against his own and his arms wrapped around you as if to keep you there.

You wanted to pull away but the fact that Peter was even holding you right now soothed the agony in your bones and you needed this for just a few seconds more. You let the sensation overtake you, submitting yourself to its enticing comfort and when Peter’s hands gripped the back of your shirt tighter to pull you deeper into him, you let him.

This was right. Being with him was right. How could it not be? How could being with your soulmate be wrong? The two of you were literally made for each other as were all soulmates but there resided something deeper between both of you that caused a very physical gravitational pull to one another. Though you’d heard of instances similar to that, you’d never heard of it being physical, only an emotional pull. And that physical pull somehow forced you two into each other’s arms where you were fighting the urge to give in.

With the little strength that you could muster, you pried yourself from him and you exchanged a worried glance with each other, “Did you-”

“Feel that? Yeah,” he said, bewildered at what just happened.

“So, you didn’t-”

“Pull you? No. And you didn’t-”

“Suddenly forgive you and throw myself into your arms?” You spoke with venom and cocked your head to the side, the little distance between you allowing some of your anger to return. “No,”

Peter wanted to roll his eyes and brush off the comment, he really did but he could see through you. The pain you tried to hide was laid barren for him, he couldn’t miss it if he tried. It shouted for his attention, demanding his explanation and wanting nothing more than to dissipate and leave you at peace. But he couldn’t grant you that. He couldn’t bring himself to beg for you when you didn’t even want him; at least, not the real him.

You finally walked away and took your usual seat in class, forcing your gaze down so you wouldn’t accidentally make eye contact with Peter as he took his place next you. You chuckled at that. ~ Liz’s house buzzed with energy, most of the people already arrived and under some kind of influence. You had to give it to her, she knew how to throw a party. Not that you’d been to very many of them considering MJ was your best friend.

MJ appeared beside you with two cups in her hand and offered you one, “Oh, I figured you were going to chug them down simultaneously,”

“Don’t tempt me.” She laughed and you took a gulp from yours, finishing it off in a few seconds, “Maybe you would like to do that, though,”

You smiled sheepishly, “I’m gonna get another one,”

“Make sure you leave some for everybody else,” she hollered over the music.

You giggled and sauntered over to the table, ignoring the beginnings of a lure coming from your left. You plucked one of the cups up and brought the brim to your lips, letting the liquid burn its way down your throat and rejoined MJ.

“Hey, so I was thinking,” you started, keeping your focus anywhere other than where it wanted to be, “where did you hear that story about the gods and the stars and all that?”

“Huh?” She shouted over the music and despite the volume of the noise, you could still filter out Peter’s voice through it all.

You grabbed MJ’s arm and pulled her towards the door, “Outside!” You shouted and she followed.

Once the fresh breeze hit your face, you took a deep breath in, attempting to clear out any negative emotions. MJ took your hand and led you away from the front of the house where quite a few people were still crowding around and settled on the rooftop. She grabbed a ladder off the floor and held the ladder while you climbed up.

“What were you trying to say?” She asked once you two had gotten comfortable.

“I was asking about where you heard the story about being chosen by the Gods,” you stated, taking a sip from the cup and already feeling a slight warmth in your cheeks. This cup was definitely stronger than the previous one.

She cocked her head a little and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“You know! About the Gods’ choosing a few special spirits to have this intense love or something,”

“What are you talking about?”

“Like, about my Indicator and the stars and my soulmate,”

Her eyebrow remained raised in your direction.

Now it was your turn to get confused, “The story you told me when we were all at your house watching movies. The day I went on the first date with Brad,”

“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she admitted, a concerned look on her face.

“Yes, you do! You’re the one that told me that story, how could you not remember it?” you practically yelled. “When I got mad because of Liz and Peter and went to your room, that’s when you told me!”

“I remember you being bothered but I figured you needed a breather so I let you have it,”

Was it MJ that had told you? You scoffed, yes, of course it was. Who else would it be? She was the one that walked into the room and comforted you. “MJ, stop playing,” you scolded.

“(Y/N) . . . are you feeling okay?” she asked and you glared at her in response. “Dude, I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You shot up from your spot and struggled to find footing so you raised your arms to balance yourself. You had drunk a little more than you thought but managed to steady yourself. MJ held out a hand to you in caution, raising them to catch you.

“Something’s not right,” you said, taking a small step back from your friend. You were certain it was MJ in the room with you, the memory was clear as day.

The reason you had even brought it up in the first place was because you wanted to know where she heard the lore from considering you’d never heard anything like it. You had been ashamed of your Indicator because you’d never come to know of any other person who had the same one as you ever. Not even in the history books. It was just completely unheard of. So, why would MJ know the legend?

“(Y/N), sit down.” MJ ordered, her words concrete.

“No, no, no, no, this doesn’t make sense,” you spoke aloud, your mind trying to understand the events of that night. You took half a step back from MJ as if the added distance would deny her truth. And it was her truth. You could always tell when MJ was lying, years of friendship could attest to that but her words were genuine and her confusion was too.

“Stop moving, (Y/N),” she growled, slowly coming closer to you.

You created the same distance from you as before and she stopped her movements altogether, her eyes glued to the back of your foot. You tried to wrack your brain around it but no matter how you tried to understand it, it just didn’t make sense. How would MJ know the lore for your Indicator when you’d studied extensively to try and find something-anything to make you feel less alone in your path. How had she just randomly come across such information and why hadn’t you asked her right then and there where she heard it from?

“(Y/N)!” You heard your name shouted from behind you and whipped around, the force of the action causing you to tip over the edge of the roof and your heart stopped as you watched MJ jump out to catch you.

The fall was quick but scarier than any rollercoaster you’d been on. It elicited the same sensations but held more finality to it.

“(Y/N)!” MJ screamed from above but you kept your eyes glued to the ground when a figure swung into your line of sight and clung onto you in midair before landing on a patch of grass on the side of the house.

The action had knocked the wind out of you and you struggled to regain your breath, your eyes glued to your feet and how they rested against the ground. MJ flew down the ladder and raced with Ned to get to your side. She hadn’t even reached it before she started yelling at you.

“Are you fucking crazy?” She yelled, kneeling by your side and encasing your face in her hands, failing to draw your attention to her.

Your body shook uncontrollably, the fear from before just now catching up to you. But it wasn’t the fear from nearly dying. It was from whoever the hell you spoke to in MJ’s house.

“Can’t you see she’s scared?” Peter yelled at MJ and you winced. You’d never heard Peter yell like that before.

Peter picked you up and placed you in his lap, his hands attempted to center you in on him but you merely looked through him. You were out of it and you couldn’t bring yourself to come back to the present.

“(Y/N),” Peter whispered, worry and fear laced in his tone, “Are you okay?” It took a minute of letting the fear make its course through you before you zeroed in on Peter’s expression. It was the warmth coming from his hands that brought you back.

“Who was she?”

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Impress Me

Jake Jensen x Single Mom!Reader

Warnings: Language, Porn Mentions (Use of MILF) Summary: All you wanted was to go to your daughter’s soccer game and an couple of assholes took their damn time to get rid of their abnormally large hummer. The driver happened to be a bit attractive and end up your way again.

Nothing like a nice Jake Jensen fic for all you beautiful people out there!

This is a true story that happened yesterday, the guy parked like an asshole with a large hummer and to tell you, our town is not a big place so there is no point on driving a large vehicle to show off chicks. It ain’t cool.

Unless you’re Jake Jensen and/or Chris Evans

You were rushing around the house, searching every room for the item that had been missing since. Your daughter, Ava, couldn’t stop asking for it. It was important for her game. “Mom, have you found them yet?” She shouts from the living room. You groan at her last and final shout as you lifted yourself up from looking under the bed.

“No, Ava!” You sighed, “You sure you didn’t leave them at grandma’s house?” Your sister comes in and she already had your daughter’s duffel bag. “The game doesn’t start in another hour. You can stop at the sports shop and get new cleats.”

You groan and turn to see your daughter and sister. “Okay. Sweetheart, I’m gonna grab you new ones, okay?”

Ava pouts, “But I loved those shoes.”

You roll your eyes, “Ava, just this one time, okay? After this, we can call grandma. Do you remember what size you got?” Your sister looks at you strangely while your daughter crosses her arms, “As a mom, shouldn’t you know that?”

You nod awkwardly and turned, “Yeah, um, Liz, can you take her there? I’ll meet you guys there.” Your sister nods and reaches for your daughter, “Come on, Ava. Let’s go.” Your daughter follows your sister out and you let out a sigh. Taking another look in every room, searching every crevice and no sign of your daughters shoes.

And they were neon yellow shoes, you could’ve saw them anywhere with the bright highlight.

With that said, you took your keys and hopped in the car. Luckily the sports shop was not that far from the field where your daughter would be playing at. Your sister kept you updated that Ava’s shoes weren’t in her car or the bag. You knew they had to be at your mom’s house.

Maybe at your ex-husband’s house. Shit. Not long ago, you filed the papers. It was nothing involved with your daughter. You both started to fade apart. He wasn’t rude or a penniless guy. There was something you both knew it wasn’t gonna keep up.

Especially for Ava, you both shut down for some reason.

After that, you had custody for Ava but she always visited her father 5 times a month. Soccer was coming from her dad. He taught her everything and he signed her up for soccer. He still supported her. You liked him for that.

He came to games if he could. His work always got to him, but he always made plans for Ava. You just never saw yourself having a future with him no more. But for Ava. Of course.

You pulled into the parking lot just in front of the store, seeing people go in and out of it as you rummaged in your bag for your card and you lifted your sunglasses on top of your head.

You stepped out and rushed in, asking the worker where the soccer shoes were, he happily took you over. Shin guards, soccer balls, jersey’s, you found the cleats just on the end. You almost bump into a couple of men in the aisle. One of them let out a ‘woah’.

“Sorry,” You say kindly, the man grins, “You’re good, ma’am.” The three other men, one wore a cowboy hat, one with a grey beard but looked intimidating and a taller man who look twice as much. A woman happened to be with them as well.

“Pooch,” The beard man says as you raced down the hall, the man turns, “What?” The two men shook their heads at the guy. “Have you guys seen Jensen?” You ignore their conversation and searched the right size of shoes. You spot the ones that looked like your daughter’s.

You reached up and take them in hand, immediately running back to the cashier. You reached for your phone and see a text from your sister. They’re already stretching on the field. You groan and did all your swiping and pin code. Not taking your receipt, you ran out the door.

Coming to a stop once you met the front of your car, you groan.

A hummer parked next to yours. “How am I-?” You throw your arms up and sighed. You hear someone come by and they head to the hummer. “Excuse me,” You ask, the man turns and jerks his chin up. “Yeah?”

You point, “Is this your hummer?”

The man turns to the large car and nods, “Yeah?” You point toward your car, this time, “I can’t get in my car. Can you park somewhere else?” The man walks up to meet your side and see the problem. He then points, “I’m in the line, so I don’t think it’s a problem. Just squeeze through. You look small enough to do it.”

You gawk at him, “Excuse me?”

The man holds his hands up, “Sorry. Just hop in your passenger seat and slide in-”

“Just move the damn hummer!” You say, the man laughs and reached for his chest. “I have friends inside, can you just wait for a couple minutes. They’ll be out in a second.”

“I’m in a rush! My daughter has a game!”

He nods, “I can see that. I can go grab my friends and I’ll move the hummer.” You would’ve kicked the front of his car, pull the crowbar that hadn’t been used for a situation like this from your trunk and go psycho. All you could do was throw your arm up, “Fine. Asshole.” You walk to your passenger side and threw your purse in the back.

You start to lean in till you lifted your head up to look at him again, “You know, this town doesn’t feel impressed by your huge ass vehicle. It just makes you more of an asshole.”

The man puts his hands on his hips and quirks a grin, “I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. But I’m glad you kept me informed about it.” You hopped in the passenger seat and would’ve been in the most awkward situation when the man watched you slide your ass into the driver’s seat.

You sighed heavily, turning on your car and stared at the man. You look down to the center console and saw your drink. Your eyes lifted up to him.

You rolled your window down and grabbed your cup. “Hey, asshole!” You called out, the man and held the cup out. “How’s this to impress you?” The man’s face drops when you open the lid.

“No, wait-!” You dump the drink over the side of his hummer and you threw the cup on the floor of your car and pulled out. The man reaches for his head and drops them to look at you. You didn’t look back. But hell, did it feel good. Never in your life ever stood up like that for an asshole. But why the heck did he look good?

He groans to see the liquid drip down the side of the hummer as his friends come out.

“Hey, Jensen, you ready-? Woah, what happened here?” Pooch asks, seeing the spill on the door. Roque sighs, “Who’d you piss off this time?” He asks, Jensen shook his head and opens the door. “Just shut up, we’re gonna be late for my niece’s game.”

The group look at each other and gave questioned looks before jumping in.

“Mom!” Ava calls, you rush over to her and sat her down. “Here, let me help,” You got down on your knee and began to slip on her new shoes, tying them and making sure they were a perfect fit. You thanked God they did. Ava grins, “Thanks, mama.”

You grin and nod, “You’re welcome. Now, go have fun.” Ava smiles, jumping onto her feet to head on the field with her team. Her pink jersey with the number 5, you loved seeing her in her jersey. She sometimes wore it around the house and knew how passion for soccer.

You always saw your ex-husband in her.

Somewhere in the bleachers, someone was bursting out in laughter before slapping the man’s shoulder beside them. “You pissed off a woman for not moving the hummer? You really are a dick-”

“Hey, some people should be able to use that rock in their head that they call a brain,” Jensen says, glaring at Pooch. Cougar leans over, “Roque’s right, though. You really made a dick move.”

Jensen shakes his head, turning to the field to see his niece out in her pink jersey with the Petunias. He sees another girl run for the group and playfully tackles his neice making him grin. His eyes seemed to follow where the girl had ran from, seeing a familiar woman on the sideline.

“Shit,” He grits.

Pooch turns, “What’s up, now?” Jensen leans back a bit and inhales, “She’s here.” All three men, Pooch, Roque and Cougar look around. “Oh, shit! Where? Is she cute? Hot?” Pooch asks.

Cougar used his binoculars and spots her. “Hey, she’s the girl Pooch was flirting with.” Pooch glares, “What? I was not! Give me that!” He snatches the binoculars and looks down. “Oh yeah...” He says, seeing you walk up to the bleachers.

“That’s her?” Pooch asks, staring at Jensen who shook his head. “What a coincidence that her daughter is friend’s with my niece.” Roque pats Jensen’s back like a proud man, “A mom? Is she single?” Jensen grimaces at him. Pooch cackles, “Ah-ha! This man got himself a MILF-!”

“Can you guys shut up? We’re at a kids game!” Jensen shouts, the parents around the group glare at them, causing all of them to shut up for a second. Jensen leans back to the boys, “I don’t know if she’s single. What I do know is that you all are thinking the wrong thing.”

Roque chuckles, “You turned red the second you saw her-”

“You know, I’m gonna move down,” Jensen began to stand up and move while Roque grabs him before he could. “Ah-ah. No, you aren’t. You’re watching her,” He says, Jake shakes his head. “I’m not watching her. What do you think I am, a freak?”

“Be sure to wave,” Roque waves over to you and Jensen turns to see your face look over and he immediately leans back. “Roque, dammit!” He grits. Luckily you don’t notice Roque waving as you turned away and spoke to your sister. Pooch purrs, “Ooh. She’s got a friend.”

“Guys, can you cut that out. The game is about to start.”

You sigh in relief and watched your daughter run to the sideline with her group. Your sister turns to you, “What’s up with you?” You turn to her and furrowed your brows. “What?”

She grins, “Look, your daughter’s out there and that Hummer asshole is not gonna bother you anymore. Just let it go.” You shook your head and saw that the game began to start. With that, you quietly watched the game and cheered when the Petunias made a goal.

Halfway through the game, the Petunias were in the lead. Ava was on a roll and you were proud of her. The other team looked defeated but the kids were all tired. You were sure Ava was tired as well.

You watched as Ava took the ball from the other team causing you to jump up. “Yes!” You shout, “Go baby!” You watched as the other girl beside her runs to her side.

Roque touched Jensen’s shoulder and pointed, “Look.” Jensen turns to you on your feet, cheering. Jensen looked out to the field and saw what had to be your kid. She had the ball, but then he noticed his niece run up and collides with your daughter. “Oh!” His boys all say loudly as the two girls fall on the field.

Jensen stands up, “I gotta-Hey!” Your sister stands up as you rush down the bleachers to your daughter on the ground. The coach blows her whistle. “Ava! Hey, are you okay?” You asked, your daughter nods while you look to the other girl.

Number 21.

“Hey, sweetie, you alright?” You hear clamoring behind you, a man runs up to what may be his kid. “Hey, you alright?” He asks, he lifts up his head to see you. Your sister runs up, “Excuse me? Your daughter needs to watch where she runs-” You stammer toward your sister yelling. Jensen furrows his brows, “She was trying to help! The field is slippery, I saw her slip.”

“Liz-”

“Well, tell your daughter to watch her footing,” Your sister grabs your daughter’s shoulder and guides her to the bench. “She’s my niece, actually,” Jensen adds. You watched him as he nods once, “Hi. Nice to see you again.” You turn away and followed your sister to have Ava sit down for the rest of the game.

Jensen checked on his niece and made it back to his friends, Clay was laughing. “Wow, that was a scene to watch.” Pooch cackles, “Her sister was feisty. What’d she say?” He asks. Jensen sits down and looks over to you and your daughter.

Going back to watch the game. Luckily the Petunias had won and Ava was feeling a bit better after she hit her head pretty hard. With enough water, you took your daughter’s gear and packed it up.

You settled Ava in the back of your car, “Wait, mom,” She says, stopping you from closing the door. You nod, “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot my bottle at the bench,” She says. You look over to the field, seeing a couple of people leaving and packing up. You gave her a nod, “I’ll go look for it. The air is on so you can stay cool. I’ll be back.” Ava nods as you closed the door and made your way back to the field.

Everyone seemed to be gone and emptied the field for you to be able to search for a bright blue bottle.

You checked the bench where you last sat, you peer up on the bleachers to see water bottles, other things but not your daughter’s water bottle. You sighed till someone spoke up.

“I’m assuming you’re looking for this,” A familiar voice said, you turn to see the hot blonde guy you dumped your whole drink on his hummer. He grins, eyes squinting from the sun shining in his face. “Your daughter is number 5, I saw her little name on the bottom of the bottle with her number. I thought I’d have to chase you or meet you at another game.”

You take the bottle into your hand and grinned slightly, “Thank you.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and you held the bottle tight in your hands. He nods, “Not trying to impress you with my charms, this is just being nice for you. You seem kind of out of it today.”

“Yeah, I-...” You shake your head, “I’m sorry I dumped my drink over your car. I was just stressed from the past week and-”

He lifts his hand up, “It’s all right. I understand. I know a thing or two about chasing soccer gear for family.”

You grinned, “She’s your niece?” Jake turns to his niece down the field with his buds all cheering for her, he nods. “Yeah, my sister is on a business trip. I know how passionate my niece is with soccer. Your daughter is one tough player. She took the hit like no other. I’d see them cry after.”

You smiled, “Yeah, well, she gets it from her father.” Jensen didn’t notice a man with you during the game. Was he the type to not make it? So much for making a move by Roque’s advice to apologize and ask you out.

“Didn’t make it?” He asked.

You peer up at him in question. He lowers his head, “Sorry.” You look down at your daughter’s bottle and sighed. “He only sees her 5 times a month.” Jensen glances up to you again. “Makes it to a couple games and he spends time with her on the field to practice,” You say.

Jensen nods and turns to see his friends were gone. He turns back to you and grins, “Can I take you back to your car?” You didn’t know this side of this guy. And hell, you felt even more bad on how this guy was nice but can be such an asshole sometimes.

He was like no other.

You agreed and walked back to the lot with him, “The name’s Jensen, by the way. Jake Jensen,” He says, you look over, “My friends call me by my last but you don’t have to.”

You pull the corner of your lip and nodded, “I’ll decide on it.” Jake smiles at you and the two of you look forward to see the same hummer beside your car. Just like last time. Jensen curses under his breath. Roque opens the driver door and peaks out. “Aye, Jensen, what took you so long?” He asks, a huge grin forming on his lips. Jake turns to you to see the silent glare as he nods, “I’ll move the hummer this time.” You grin.

“You better.”

You watch as he rushes over to the front seat, pushing Roque into the back. He rolls his window down and pulls out, giving you the chance to hop in your car. With a small grin, you opened your car door. Jensen grins, “You know, if you really wanted to impress me, you find the day to go out!” He says.

You lightly laugh and shook your head. “I’ll see you at the next game, Hummer boy.” Jensen rolls the window back up with a smile as you hopped in your car. Your daughter completely confused.

“Who was that?” You turned on your car with a small smile, “A new friend.” Ava leans back in her seat and looks out the window, nodding. “I like him.” You hear from her, causing you to look in the rear view mirror to see her eyes look out the window. You then pull out.

“You asked out a single mom?” Pooch asks, he pats Jensen’s shoulder, “Way to go, man!”

“Hummer boy? Looks like someone’s got a nickname,” Roque laughs making everyone in the car laugh. Jensen shakes his head, “It was a joke, now shut up, I’m driving.” Through the rest of the day, his buds teased him, pushed him around like he was the young guy in the group.

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Daisies (Peter Parker x reader)

Word count: 3.2k

Soulmate AU: Everyone is born with the last words they ever hear from their soulmate written on their arm.

Warnings: Angst, graphic character death.

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“What is up with Mr. Harrington wanting to know everyone’s words” MJ huffed as she placed her lunch tray on the table, where Ned, Peter, Liz and you sat.

“I mean what can we say, he’s a hopeless romantic” Ned joked and dramatically waved his hands in the air, to which everyone laughed. Well, everyone except for you.

Mr. Harrington had showed in class a documentary about soulmates. He then spent the rest of the class asking about people’s opinions on the subject and wanting to know what words were written on their arms. You were quiet the whole time, as you didn’t wish to participate on the debate. To you it was a private matter and you liked to keep it that way.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in soulmates, in fact, you loved the idea of having someone to share unconditional love and loyalty. But the rest about it? It was just cruel. The words in people’s arms were cursed, evil. They ruined people’s lives, some of them spend their whole lives being afraid, others got married and after years find out their spouse is not the one, and for the most unfortunate ones, they never even get to be together before the other one dies and they have to live knowing that. Many people liked to share their words with the world, while others kept them to themselves, the latest being your choice.

Because your words? God, you always avoided thinking about them as if that would make them disappear.

“Please don’t leave me”

Those four words might seem dumb for someone else, but to you, they held so much emotion and meaning. ‘Please’, it was the love of your life pleading, begging for you.

You knew your passing would be painful for your soulmate and you dreaded that moment with your heart. The doubt was always there, would it be too soon in the relationship and you die out of nowhere? Or maybe just maybe you both grow old together and you die next to your husband who wasn’t ready to let you go after so many years?

You prayed it was the latest. At least you would’ve gotten a life together.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when MJ not so gently smacked your arm, and suddenly all eyes were on you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You apologized and pretended to be interested in whatever they were saying.

“I said the words in our arms are stupid, I don’t believe in that stuff. Ned is not sure on what he thinks about it and Peter and Liz keep saying soulmates are real” MJ quickly explained and you prepared yourself to the interrogation that was about to come your way.

“And we want to know what you think about it so we can settle this down” Liz questioned as everyone looked at you expectantly once again.

“I- I have a class right now, I have to go” You excused yourself and walked as fast as you could to get out of the cafeteria, leaving your friends confused, and a certain spider boy worried.

You didn’t want your friends laughing at you just because the words in your arm affected you in such a different way than it did to them.

“Doesn’t she realize we are in lunch break or what” Ned frowned and Mj just chuckled.

“She’s been acting really weird the whole day” Liz confirmed and Peter decided it was best to see if you were alright.

He found you – kind of hiding – in the library, anxiously tapping your foot as you had your mind on everything but the book on your hands.

“Hey” he whispered sitting in front of you, the tapping of your foot stopped only for a second as you flashed him a little smile. “I just wanted to check if you were alright, I’m sorry if they were too pushy about the subject”

He innocently apologized in the name of his friends, his wide concerned eyes always focused on your reaction.

Now how do we get started on Peter Parker? A literal angel on earth. Always apologizing for anything and everything, always caring and worried, but also always so god damn oblivious. Well, maybe he was just too focused on his crush on Liz that he never noticed how in your eyes he was all you ever saw. Especially with you two being secret avengers you thought you would have a higher chance but he was so blind, or just not interested.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry” you apologized once more for your distraction and heavily sighed. “I just- I don’t really like to talk about the whole soulmate stuff, it’s just something I like to keep for myself” You confessed and you thought the boy would laugh at you, but he only listened carefully and nodded.

“That’s okay you know, not all of us react to it the same way” He sympathized shrugging his shoulders.

“I guess I’m just afraid of not having enough time with my soulmate you know Mr. Harrington just showed us in the video the brighter side of it” You added, leaving the book on the table and hiding your face in in hands. “And I shouldn’t be worrying about it, I’m in high school for God’s sake, people here date for fun”

“Hey hey don’t worry, you don’t have to be like them” Peter said as he took your hands and softly put them away from your face, your eyes connecting once again. “I’m afraid too, all the time” he confessed focusing on drawing little circles on your hands. “And because of our jobs as avengers, or whatever Mr. Stark wants to call us, there’s no way of knowing what will happen, so I just have to keep going not matter what. And I keep telling myself everything will be alright, so I’m saying it to you as well. It will be alright, okay? and please, never feel bad for worrying about something more than others, because your heart might be different from theirs and there’s nothing wrong with that” he finished and you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face.

As you stared at his eyes you thought, how could a human being be so pure? Or maybe it was just your teenager hormones reacting to the cute boy. Either way, whoever was destined to be with him was so lucky to have someone so sweet understanding.

“Thank you Pete, I really needed that” you admitted as you came out of your trance and apparently he did too, letting go of your hands.

The conversation between you both left Peter a little curious, were the words on your arm that bad that you felt so scared about them? Although he wasn’t so different, he had his own struggle with the subject. His words were, well, kind of weird yet mysterious.

‘Daisies, I like daisies’

He always wondered what situation would put his soulmate and him where he would have to hear those words. Would Peter ask them what their favorite flower is and then a piano would fall on their head? Or would he meet them at a flower shop and then their heart would suddenly stop? The teenager’s imagination went wild when it came to the whole soulmate thing.

So, he never asked a girl about her favorite flowers, more so, he never even mentioned anything related to plants for that matter. Ever. Because one thing was clear, Peter Parker didn’t hate daisies, he dreaded them.

Any time he saw the familiar flower he just ran the opposite direction. Flower shops? oh don’t worry, Peter was always miles away from them. So he did understand your struggle, as everyone had their own battle with the inked words.

The day had gone by rather quickly and you both were already flying a jet to a mission, were Captain Rogers had surprisingly let you both participate. It was just Tony, Natasha, Peter and you. Apparently an easy mission. You stared at Peter who excitedly spoke to Tony about his suit. You remembered your little talk in the library and couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks thinking about how he had held your hands.

“Staring is rude you know” Natasha nudged your arm as she laughed at you, and you shushed her before clapping back.

“For someone who is so young you sound like a grandma you know” you retorted pretending to be mad but a smile threatened to come out.

“Well, then let me tell you some of my grandma wisdom” She sat straighter in her seat. “The kid won’t know you like him if you don’t tell him, you know” She announced, making you roll your eyes.

“Wow suddenly I can’t hear” You joked and she had a smirk lingering her lips.

“Well, who’s the grandma know” She claimed and you finally let out a laugh.

Oh how you wish you were back at the jet laughing with Nat, instead of caught in a damn ambush in the middle of a hydra base. The plan had gone smoothly for about 10 minutes, before the agents multiplied and suddenly you were all surrounded in your positions. You were caught in an open field, throwing punches and kicks – after you ran out of bullets– putting up a pretty good fight but the agents kept coming and coming, as soon as you got rid of one group another one came, and you felt like there was no escape. For someone like Tony it would’ve been easier to fight multiple people because of his suit, and even for Nat because of her skills. Of course you were highly trained but you still had a lot to learn before you got to the widow’s level.

You guessed that’s why the avengers didn’t take the teenagers to missions more often.

“I cleared my building, how are you guys doing” You heard Natasha panting at the comm.

“I’ve almost cleared mine, I’ll get the intel after that” Tony’s suit was heard in a building close to you but you kept focused on fighting, your muscles already starting to ache. You finally gave the final punch to the last man from the third group of agents that had attacked you. His body fell unconscious on the snowy ground.

“Uhm I- I could use a little help” You admitted as you saw another group of about 9 agents getting closer to you. You noticed how they were about to shoot but before you could shield yourself a red and blue armor stood right front of you, shielding you from the bullets.

“Alright guys I’m afraid the party is over” Peter announced as he ran towards them and activated the suit’s spider legs, he started fighting the group and in a matter of seconds they were all laying on the ground.

“Show off” You whispered rolling your eyes, but if you were being honest you felt relieved, you had asked for the help after all. “Thank you” you tiredly smiled at him, you felt out of breath from the fight.

“Anytime darlin’, you did a pretty good job yourself” He admitted looking at the about 20 men laying on the floor behind you.

“Yeah well I-“

Everything happened so quickly, one minute you were standing before Peter and now you were laying on the cold snow with his arms holding you, struggling to breathe as your whole body felt like it was hit by a truck.

Peter hadn’t seen the sniper watching you from a distance, and it was too late when he did because the agent had already used all the bullets he had on you.

And there was way too much blood.

“Pete- Peter” You managed to get out as your vision threatened to get blurry, but you could still see Peter’s tear stained face.

“O-oh my god Y/N” He blurted out as he looked for a way to stop the bleeding, but it was pretty much impossible. Everything was so red he didn’t even know where it was coming from. “Don’t talk, you’ll be alright okay”

You felt how Tony landed right by your side, his mask disappearing showing you his shocked features as he kneeled right beside you. Nat arrived seconds before, imitating his actions. And their faces told you everything.

“It’s that bad huh” You chuckled, frowning immediately as you coughed blood, tasting the metallic flavor in your mouth.

“No no no, you’ll be just fine. M-Mr Stark is here okay? He’ll do something” Peter assured you, the tears never stopped adorning his face. “Right Mr. Stark?”

Tony had said “no” millions of times to the teenager before, but how could he do that now? Peter was exasperated, his hands were shaking and he was sure he would pass out at any given moment.

“Why do you keep looking at me? Do something!” Peter yelled at him but the mentor didn’t take it personal.

Tony Stark didn’t have the heart to tell Peter Parker that the girl in front of them wouldn’t make it further than a couple minutes. So he just lowered his eyes and focused on you instead, a young girl who didn’t deserve what was happening right now.

“You did well kid, we’re so proud of you” He lovingly said grabbing your left hand. “I’m so sorry” he apologized as he felt guilty for bringing you to the mission, but it was too late for regrets, and now he was just left to cry because he couldn’t stop the inevitable.

“We love you so much” Nat continued choking a sob, caressing your hair. “You are a wonderful girl”

Peter looked between the adults expressing their goodbyes, but he refused to believe it was over. You watched from your position how he denied with his head and looked somewhere else. The pain was slowly getting away and you knew what that meant.

You were not ready to go. Who would be at 16 years old?

“P- Peter, please look at me” You called him and his puffy eyes met yours. He noticed you were crying too. You took a deep breath, the normal task quickly becoming harder. “I’m scared Pete, I’m so scared” You confessed and his eyes softened.

“It’s o-okay, I’m also afraid remember. All the damn time” The boy cursed, feeling helpless. “It’ll be alright Y/N, just– just think about pretty things darling” He comforted you one more time and took your free hand in his. He tried to smile for you but the tears never stopped coming.

So you did too. You smiled thinking about him, his curly hair softly framing his forehead, his pretty pink lips talking about something nerdy, his lovely puppy eyes shining when he talked about being spiderman. But of course you wouldn’t admit the ‘pretty thing’ was him, so you went for your favorite flowers instead.

“Daisies, I like daisies” you blurted out, thinking about laying down next to him in a camp full of the beautiful flowers, instead of the cold stained snow below you.

Those words were all it took to for Peter to lose it. When he heard the words coming out from your lips, his whole world stopped. His breath was caught up in his throat and suddenly he was the one having trouble breathing.

“It’s you” He whispered as he came to the realization of the love of his life dying right in his arms. “No no no! this is not real” the kid started panicking even more than he was before and the adults looked at him, worried at his sudden outburst.

“Pete-“ Tony called out to him but Peter kept his focus on you.

“You can’t do this you can’t say you like daisies” he desperately argued and you frowned, you didn’t understand what was happening and you certainly didn’t have time for that. “You can’t go, you can’t–” he struggled to speak as he was choking on his own sobs “you can’t go when it’s been you the whole time I-“

The kid stopped for a moment, looking up at the sky, praying that whatever was going on at he moment was just a bad joke, a bad dream, not real life. He returned his eyes to yours once again, and the words that left his mouth hurt you more than the wounds from your body.

“Please don’t leave me”

No. There was no way. You finally understood his breakdown, but now it was too late. You felt so many emotions at once that you started coughing again tasting more blood in your mouth and your heart couldn’t keep beating anymore. You knew it was over, and you couldn’t do anything else but sadly smile as the last breath took place, your last memory being getting to know who was your soulmate, even if it was cruel and evil, it was what it was.

Life had given you everything, except for one thing. A chance with the love of your life.

“NO NO NO” he bawled and threw himself over your body, crying on your chest not caring about all the blood that was there. “You can’t go, don’t go please I- I can’t I won’t – please don’t”

Tony’s and Nat’s hearts were broken, seeing you go and the other kid bawling on your body was a view none of them ever thought they would have to go through.

“Pete-“Tony’s voice cracked as he put his arms on Peter’s shoulders, trying to move him but he quickly pushed him away.

“NO YOU DONT GET IT” Peter barked as he held your body tight. “She – she said she liked daisies and that – that’s ridiculous you know” The kid suddenly started letting out nervous laughs and the adults couldn’t be more confused about his behavior. “It’s ridiculous because my soulmate likes daisies and I– I never thought” his laughs stopped and tears started falling again “I never thought it would be her, and just today we – we talked about this. So it’s ridiculous. It’s so god damn ridiculous it can’t be real, this is not real” The kid started sobbing again on your chest.

“Kid- “

“It’s okay Tony, let him” Nat interrupted him as the realization hit her like a truck.

Peter and Y/N were soulmates. They were soulmates who would never be together.

So she let Peter cry all he wanted, his grip always firm on your lifeless body. They sat there, mourning for hours, until the sun was coming down and they quite literally had to rip the kid away from your body to take you back to the compound. To take you home. Tony didn’t know what hurt the most, having to tell the avengers they had lost their youngest member in what Cap had called ‘an easy mission’ or seeing Peter still holding your hand on the jet. At least he appeared to have ran out of tears.

Peter felt like he would pass out from feeling so many things. How could he be so stupid? So blind? He had been drooling over Liz for so long when the love of his life was right in front of him. You were in front on him. And now you will never be. The rest of the jet ride he never let go of your hand, and he wished he could hold it forever.

One thing was more than clear now. Peter no longer ran away from daisies, instead, every time he saw one a nostalgic smile adorned his face and was reminded of the amazing person you were, with a heart as beautiful as the flower.

Peter Parker no longer dreaded daisies, he cherished them, as he should have done it with you.

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