#Last part

[vespidclan]

The Frame-Up (PT 3)

This is FINALLY done! I’m very happy with how it turned out. I would’ve seriously hated to draw something too graphic, but I’m sure you can understand what 404 did to Spark…

You could say this marks as a new chapter for the story? This will lead to a VERY big turning point now and I can’t wait to get into that very very soon. Prepare for moon 26, which will most definitely show up next year lol

[nebyneby]

Who still wants Kid Qilby based on his faces in the anime?!!

I never get tired of it

Kid Qilby part 2

[carnevol]

John ‘Mouthy’ Egan in every episode | Masters Of The Air part 9

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part5 | part6 | part7 | part8

[thatlittlefangirl]

"I love you"

Well, that aged like fine wine.

Lucius, on his knee with a grandesque bouquet of flowers, wearing his best suit, his cheeks sprayed with a delicate pink colour, confessing his love to the younger man.

How the tables have turned.

"What?" Severus stuttered out, his eyes wide and cheeks crimson, some things just never change.

Lucius had invited him over for a drink, how could Severus guess it was a date?? How could he have ever thought that he would see his old school crush there, on his knee, confessing attraction?

"Do you still love me?", the blonde man asked with what Severus understood was embarassment and anxiety in his voice.

The answer was yes of course, how could he stop loving him? He was just perfect. Now all he needed to do was getting his jaw off the floor and get himself to say something.

But he couldn't. His mind was blank, empty, he didn't know what to say, what to do.

"If you don't-", Lucius started, his tone heavy with disappointment and shame, but was cut off by a kiss.

"Of course I do! You're a fucking idiot, Malfoy", Severus managed to say before going back to kissing the man, who finally got up on his feet to return the kiss.

There they were, two men in love with nothing to worry except sharing their love for each other through a gentle kiss under the moonlight.

[insidetheastralplane]

some of the 1st ED fringe show captions cause they were so silly i was DYING at them (part FOUR)

[sourtomatola]

Cosmic chaos 3 Part 10 (last)

This was so much fun! Thank you @enigmaticcattic for letting me run with your AU!! And for letting me make a new villain to throw everyone off XD

First part | Prev part

Cosmic chaos 1 | Cosmic chaos 2

[mollywog]

Roommate

Part 1 | Part 2

This is all I had planned, but I might be convinced to write a small addition (in which Peeta has the strangest week)

Thank you all for reading!! I’ve been kicking my feet over the commentary in the notes and reblogs!! 🩶🩶🩶

Her sister’s scream wakes her. Katniss blinks into the sudden brightness before checking her phone: 5 am, well past last call. “How was your date?”

“Jesus Christ Katniss! You scared me! Have you been there all night?!”

“Well I couldn’t stay at my place, could I? Didn’t want to risk being there if you went home with Peeta last night… Which you obviously did.”

Prim stays at their childhood home between semesters of med school. Even with their mother working the night shift, It was a safe bet that Prim wouldn’t try to bring someone back here if she could help it. Then Peeta had text at 9 pm to ask if he should expect her that night, and it was as good as hanging a sock on the door. That’s when it really hit her. She’d sent a single word response before putting her phone on do-not-disturb and waiting in Prim’s room for the awful night to be over.

“Ah-ha!” Prim points triumphantly, “So you admit it! It bothered you, didn’t it?”

“Yeah! I fucking hated it! Are you happy?”

“But why Katniss?” she affects a too innocent air, “I thought you would be happy if Peeta met someone you approved of.”

Katniss stares up at the ceiling and exhales, “because I like Peeta, alright?”

“Just like?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Fine,” Prim says, dropping to sit next to her, “and yes: I am a little happy. So, now that you’ve finally admitted it, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know… Move probably?”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

Katniss scowls at her sister.

Prim huffs, “I was at Rue’s, by the way. We went to the Hob to dance last night and then I slept off the buzz at her place. You’re lucky I had to come back early to get ready for work. You would have been sitting here in misery till well after brunch.”

“He still agreed to go on a date with you.” Katniss hadn’t wanted to believe Prim’s assertion, so on Wednesday she’d asked Peeta if he’d wanted to go to happy hour with her at the end of the week. He’d said he was meeting a friend for drinks, and that was all the confirmation she’d needed. It hurt, but she’d convinced herself it only bothered her because he hadn’t trusted her enough to be honest.

Prim rolled her eyes, “I was fucking with you. I asked him to meet up to talk about your birthday. Told him not to mention it to you or you’d try to tag along and it would ruin the surprise. He’s not an idiot. He’d never hurt his chances with you by even feinting interest in me.”

“Please.”

“Are you kidding me? He’s not even trying to hide his feelings. I don’t know how you can breathe in that apartment with all the pent up sexual tension.”

She probably should never trust Prim again, but Katniss allows herself a small bit of hope that what she’s saying is true, “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah, yeah. Rue agrees, if that helps. She said I was the asshole and that I owe you an apology... But she didn’t think it would work either, so jokes on her.”

Katniss snorts.

“But seriously; I may have gone a little overboard, but the next person won’t be doing it for your benefit. Now, get out of here and do something about it.”

On Ao3

[awkward-fink]

In times of sickness - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

“Love. This is it. This is how I go. Forgotten an' a' alone in this daft world, watchin' the folk pass by without a single glance at me. I’m burnin', I tell ye Love. Ma heart's turnin' to liquid in ma chest, ma lungs are jam-packed I can barely breathe. An' every step is agony, ma muscles just willnae work. This is it. This is ma end. But I’m glad ye’re by ma side. Hold me close, Love, let ma heavy head rest against yer ample breasts for one last time afore ma eyes close forever an' I leave this world behind. I can hear the heavens callin' ma name, the angels' trumpets soundin' to open the gates for me. I can see ma Grandma wavin' at me, welcomein' me!”

“Love, Johnny, listen. First, your grandma is still alive and kicking. Second, you only have a little –“ But your husband is groaning loudly now, splayed over the bed and over your legs, his forehead pressing against the skin of your stomach, his head nuzzling into your fingers as you card them through his lackluster mohawk.

“Ma angel, ma darlin' beloved wifey, ma better half, dinnae miss me tae much, for I'll be waitin' fer ye ahint the gates o' heaven. I'll be watchin' o'er ye every second o' every day, ye'll never be alane. Ma heart's beatin' only fer ye and noo it’s beatin' sae much harsher, breathin' is gettin' sae hard I can barely stand it anymore. I just want it tae end, I wisnae made tae suffer like this, tae go oot in agony o' the sickness wreckin' ma body. Whaur's ma glory? Whaur’s the explosions heraldin' ma passin'? Nae, only me in yer arms, slowly leakin' ma life awa' intae the abyss. At least I can see yer eyes an’ lips ae last time. Love, ma Honey, ma wife, please, gie me one last kiss afore I go an' rest in eternity. Tell ma team houw brave I wis and that I'll miss them…” Johnny whines loudly, nosing against your bare navel, his big and burly arms loosely wrapped around your back to hold you close to him as he dies tragically on your lap, his body twitching one last time.

Or so he would like to portray it. But you must chuckle as you gently stroke your husbands mohawk and head, nails scratching softly over his scalp, making the man moan loudly, and not in pain.

“Darling, you only have a little cold and a sniffle. Nothing we can’t get rid of in the next few days. Tell you what, im gonna draw you a bath, a hot one with the additive you like so much, the one that smells of sandalwood? And then im gonna order some food in and will join you in the bath, how does that sound?”

“Like a wee miracle... Hey, lassie, closin' in skin contact an' *even mair* does help wi' fightin' illness, aye?” He grins salaciously at you, a mischievous glint in the one eye you can see. You laugh. And slap him once. “You insatiable monster.”

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He has the man flu

And he has it bad

He is dying for sure.

Soap is the biggest attention wh*** when he is sick, no one has ever been in so much agony as he is now, for sure

You must stand by his side, because he wants to die in your arms

Or between your legs, he is not shy about that

The closer you two are the better and there is not much closer than *that*, right?

Also, his uncle once told him skin contact and light exertion would help with battling illness, so why not do it with you in the bath or bed?

Will whine and groan and moan until you finally lay beside him in bed, cuddling him

Loves it when you scratch his scalp and neck gently with your nails.

Is the quickest to be healthy again, but also the most vocal when sick or feeling sick (but only where its safe, only ever with you and at home)

Snores so loud you need earbuds to sleep beside him, is also a drooler when sick.

[jasscheeks]

bully; suna rintarou

pairings: suna x fem!reader

finding the two of you in another tight situation, suna finally gets the answer he’d been waiting for. but he quickly fumbles when he forgets to formally ask you to be his girlfriend.

warnings: i mean they make out? it gets a little steamy but nothing too crazyy, light cursing, confessions, LAST PART!!

i took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack

tell a friend to tell a friend

SHES BAAAACK

thank you for reading!! reblogs help!!

m.list! | ao3!

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"so," he began, wandering hands creeping along your sides, "ever heard of deja vu?" he asked lowly, earning a sharp glare from you.

the two of you found yourselves in yet another closed space, the club room's closet for imagination.

"can you shut up?" you whispered harshly. pulling him away from the door, you sent him flying toward the equipment in the back. of course, he didn't make it that far but he loved to see you try. pressing your ear against the door you tried to catch onto the conversation outside.

before being cooped up in the closet, suna decided it was a good time to collect his daily dose of you. he'd come into the clubroom, once again teasing you as per usual with his eyes on your lips unabashedly. he knocked over pens, sneering as you narrowed your eyes at him but still picked them up. and he followed your gaze as you stood up, sending warmth throughout your body. but you were quick to forget that as he was swiftly moving on to the next thing to meddle with.

he bounced from corner to corner with you, trailing behind to keep him from messing up the room you'd just organized. he didn't stop until you had him cornered, only for him to make some snarky comment. something along the lines of "did i ever tell you i like dominant girls?" but you weren't listening.

quickly, he once again had you roped into his arms, a place you found was very warm and comforting. turning the tables on you, he had you pinned to the very closet you two hid in. with his lips alone, he was able to make you melt in the simplest of ways and as much you deny it, he was prying his way to your heart. he always saw you, literally and metaphorically. he felt you like no one. you could say you're addicted to him, but that would be admitting too much for your likes.

a calloused hand held onto your face as he kissed you sensually. the other hand traveled down your back trying to sneakily cop a feel, but you were a step ahead as you grabbed a hold of his wrist before he moved any further. as expected, he was smiling into that kiss, pressing even harder into you after the fact.

but hearing the coaches just outside the door sent you into a panic. you were too close to pretend you were doing nothing, too close to get away from each other, and frankly, you didn't think you could stop now. so opening the door behind you, you both fell in closing the door behind you.

"their conversation can't stop us from continuing you know?" he whispered, softly leaning on a shelf. "can't we keep it going in here?" a frown grew on his face as you continued to ignore him, clearly invested in the conversation outside. little did he know, you were waiting until they left so you could continue without any fear.

just as you heard the two outside leaving the room, you felt something soft bounce off the top of your head landing at your feet. you turned around to see him, a pack of cotton balls in his hands as he froze. a smirk grew on his face as you finally looked his way. "oho~ what? did they finally leave?" he asked with his lips curled into a smug grin.

you huffed, ears burning as you stomped towards him. you couldn't believe you were the one doing this, you'd never been the one to initiate it, but feeling his gaze on you made you want to prove yourself even more. "just...kiss me already," you stared at him through half-lidded eyes as you grabbed a fist-full of his practice jersey. "that's what you wanted, right?"

you wondered why he stood there, staring down at you. you thought that maybe showing a new side of you would end up like that, usually by now he'd be all over you. but he simply leaned his head to the side, leering down at you. "is that not what you want too?" he asked. "don't you want to kiss me too?"

frozen, your hand slowly loosened its grasp on him. he wasn't smiling anymore, instead he was imagining the gears in your brain turning and twisting to think of an answer. and when you didn't give him one, he began to feel a tickling sensation at his heart, the organ dropping to his stomach as the two of you sat on in silence.

"don't you like kissing me too? i mean, we're together every passing period, (y/n). after everything we've done, don't we both like—this?" he gestured between the two of you, eyes scanning the expression on your face. "don't you like me too?" he whispered.

as much as he was right, you couldn't help but look away, face flushing at the thought of it. after the last time, he led you into the locker room, it set off a fire in both of your cores. suddenly one peck wasn't enough, one little kiss wasn't cutting it for the two of you. soon the two of you were sneaking away just to have each other, pulling each other off to the sides just to "chat."

even on the weekends when atsumu and osamu would bring him along to laze around your home, he was sneaking away to spend some time with you. he'd spend the few minutes he had cuddling in your bed, kissing your lips and face all over but not without a few teasing comments here and there. your time together never lasted long though, as you were always pushing him away before the twins noticed he was gone longer than a bathroom break should take.

not to mention you weren't as pissy as you usually were when the twins stopped by toting suna around with them. during those times, you were able to get a glimpse of what it would be like to date suna, a peek at what being suna rintarou's girlfriend would be like. and you had to admit every aspect of it was everything you could ever ask for.

he was surprisingly sweet and gentle with you, treating you like a princess. most of the time he was content with just having you in his arms, it didn't matter if you kissed or not. but his snarky nature never left, he still found the energy to tease you, now in newer more touchy ways. he framed his words perfectly, always getting his point across the first time around. when his lips met yours time and time again and his sweet words would meet your ears, he made sure his intentions with you were crystal clear, clearer than a diamond.

you wondered if your friends noticed just how much time you were spending away if they noticed you were always missing during passing periods and sometimes at lunch, and if they could see how much happier you were and how your eyes sparkled at the mention of suna. contrary to the look of absolute distaste anytime suna's name was mentioned just months before, you believed there had to be some type of change. most importantly, you wondered if atsumu noticed the change. you wondered if he noticed that you stopped walking home with him and osamu so often since he would already have swept you away, a sneaky hand intertwining with yours. and finally that made you come back to your senses.

"t-think about atsumu, suna. the team too, they'll think of me as the girl who joined just to get around. and if it's even true that atsumu likes me..." you stared into his eyes, detecting the confusion in them. "...i don't want to hurt what we have," you voiced to him, truly you were scared that not just atsumu would see you two, but you can feel something hanging in your heart, something heavy and desperately trying to pry itself free.

he threw his eyebrows up as he stood up straight, "think about atsumu?" he repeated, his voice condensed. "(y/n), think about me— think about us, who gives a shit about what they think?" he began, a hand pressing against his chest. "i know you care for him, i do too, but you and i— isn't there something here?" his voice cracked, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

you stare into the space, now suddenly unable to meet his eyes. your lips were trembling to say more, say something. you know what you feel, you know what you want to say to him but you can't force the words to the surface. so instead you sat in silence, his eyes staring holes into your face as you tried to gather your words.

flashes of what you see when you're with him pass through your mind. his rare smile that somehow only you get to see, that chuckle you can't help but get butterflies every time you hear, the hums of satisfaction that come from the both of you as he snuggles up close to you with his strong arms around you. there's only one reason why your heart beats so fast when you're around him, why your core warms when he hugs you, and why your eyes sparkle when you look at him.

you never thought this would be the way you would tell him though.

every time you imagined telling him how you feel, you imagined something sweet and romantic, like on your doorstep as you both say bye, or at one of his games. you imagined yourself running to him, after a successful game and kissing the life out of him, just to part and blurt out how much you were falling for him.

"(y/n)," he calls, his hands reaching for you, needy fingers crawling along your waist. he was grabbing at your jacket, a customized manager jacket the third years had gifted you with your last name on the back. oh, how he fantasized that it was his name across your back instead. but as his hands pull you in close, his head drops down to look at you. "aren't we something?" he's looking nowhere but you.

that catches your attention as you're immediately looking up at him. your greeted with his hooded hazel eyes, staring lazily into yours. he's not glancing but head-on staring at your lips, watching as you bite the insides on them before he's back at your eyes. but you're guilty of it too, your eyes glancing down to his lips every so often. you know how they feel, how soft he always feels against your lips, and how much you'd give to feel him again.

"we..." you begin, your heart filling with adoration just staring into his eyes. "if i kiss you right now, would you return it?" as those soft words leave your lips and fall onto his open ears, his lips curl into a grin.

his hands pull you in closer as if you weren't already close. "i don't know, you just might have to find ou—," he can't finish his sentence because you're already smashing your lips on his. it stuns him for just a second before he's moving along with you, an arm wrapping around your body.

you're sweet on his lips, that sugary taste of your chapstick rubbing off on his tongue. he's addicted, craving for more of your sweet, sweet taste as he presses further into you. hearing your gasps, he breaks away, for just a second his lips meeting your cheeks, your chin, all the way down your neck. and that's when you say it, those three words he's always dreamt of you uttering.

it makes him stop in his tracks, his hands tightening around your frame. "...what?" he asks, the softness of his own voice startling him. he looks for your eyes, only to find them mirroring his signature lazy look.

your hands meet his cheeks, your thumbs circling shapes on his skin before you're smiling toward him. "i’m not going to pretend anymore, rin, and i never should’ve pretended in the first place, but,” you peck his lips, giggling when he follows your fleeting presence. "i like you so much."

he stares, heart thumping louder than before, cheeks as red as a fire truck, and core as warm as the sun. he's gonna pass out from happiness at this point, and in this moment you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. even with the horrible lighting and lack thereof, he thinks you look absolutely breathtaking. he never thought he could fall any deeper in love with you, but hearing you utter his nickname, telling him you love him, he might just have to go back to the drawing board on that theory. "you like me..."

you're nodding, your hands pulling him to hover over your lips, "i like you..."

in a split second, he's pressing back into you, continuing what you started. "i love you more," he's whispering against your lips, keeping a firm grip on your waist. this time you let his hands travel further, a sneaking hand meeting the sides of your butt, the other pressing against the small of your back. he's different somehow, more needy and demanding with his hands.

but you don't get to see this side of him for long before the two of you hear a distant,

"hey, where's suna?"

—

you're rushing again, like every morning before school.

you didn't decide to get up and get ready for school until you absolutely had to. and every time you spent your mornings repeatedly pressing snooze just to get a few more minutes of sleep, you regretted it every single time. although this morning it seems you have more done than usual and a lot more time than you thought.

your book bag is ready to go, surprisingly your phone is fully charged, and your mom had whipped up something quick for you to eat. usually, you'd just grab a bowl of cereal or a bagel and some fruit for your breakfast, just something light and simple, so thank goodness your mom had work as well. though she had already left, taking your younger siblings to school.

on the way downstairs, you're fumbling with the tie on your uniform, the one step you usually got atsumu or osamu to do. but today, something made you want to learn how to do it yourself. but that whim falls short as you can see atsumu and osamu walking up to your house through the glass panes. your eyes quickly find the analog clock that sits above the front door. they're early, way too early.

and of course, guess who's towing around with them. you can see him look up at your house, possibly looking up at your room, and for the millionth time, you feel butterflies.

but instead of dwelling on suna any longer, you swing the door open before they reach it, meeting atsumu's surprised eyes. not long after he's smiling your way, clearly tickled by you. "looks like you were waiting for us, hm?" he mused, catching his balance on your porch.

"you're early today," you replied, watching as he just shrugged pointing to suna who trailed behind the two twins.

"someone wanted to tag along," he quipped, walking towards you with his hands shoved in his pockets. his twin and suna crowded around your door. osamu muttering a good morning to you, while suna just stared on. not at you, but out into the neighborhood, at the house next door, you presumed.

sighing, you moved aside so they could come inside. "get in, i'll be down in a bit."

with that they shuffled into your house, their tall frames somehow making the spacious entryway look small. the three resumed their spots on the couch while you hurried up the stairs. you looked down at them from the railing, eyes immediately going towards suna.

he watched as the twins made themselves comfortable on your couch, pulling out their phones and scrolling through the apps. and before you could realize since your eyes were trained on his fluffy hair, he was looking up at you. you flinch away, tearing your gaze away to the door of your room. but you had a feeling about what was coming next, he'd be up here soon and you knew it.

so instead you tried to make yourself busy with this tie. you tried going underneath and through, even the bunny loop and pull, but nothing was working. you were planning on scrapping the whole thing and just leaving the tie lesson for another day, but you didn't like the sound of giving up that easily. so instead you reach for your phone, typing up an easy tutorial on how to tie a tie.

about halfway through the tutorial you finally begin to grasp the concept, actually finding it a bit easier than you were making it. so pausing the video, you decide to try for yourself. that is until you feel something pull the piece of fabric away from your hands and neck. quickly turning around, suna has your tie in between his fingers, his lips curl into a grin as he bounces it between his hands. "after all these years of wearing a uniform, you don't know how to tie a tie?" he jeered.

despite your butterflies coming back to plague you, your annoyance overpowers them at the moment as he plays with your tie. "suna, give me back my tie." you demand, as calm as you can be.

"hmm...you're gonna have to fight me for it," he shrugs before twirling the end around his fingers and bounding it up.

"you're gonna wrinkle it!" you reached for it, but he quickly moves it above his head, softly grinning as you huff at him. "not so fast there, just let me help you." his eyes follow you as you lunge at him once, but he moves the tie backward making you end up just a little closer to him. thankfully, your hands reach out for his arm to steady yourself before you completely fall on top of him.

regaining your balance(with his help), you reach for it one more time. "just give it back, suna, i can tie my own tie." you call, to which he shakes his head as he moves farther into your room, holding your tie even higher than before.

he's dragging you with, finding himself pushing against your clothes rack one more time. look at your arm that's outstretched for this red tie, he grabs that instead, his hand still holding onto the tie. "i'm finding that hard to believe..." he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. "shh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?”

those hazel eyes of his are taunting you once more, basically laughing in your face without even pulling a smile. but somehow, the butterflies are still there. they're swarming in your stomach once you realize how close you are to him. you huff, trying to play off how warm your body is getting just looking into his eyes. "suna, let go of me," your voice is quieter this time, considering his words, but it still has that indignant edge laced into it. you let go of his arm before you try to back away from him, but he's pulling you right back in.

this time, you're hands are splayed on his thighs, your body slotting between his legs so you have room to stand. "just let me do your tie for you," he asked, eyes pleading to do it. you can feel your heart beating like crazy, the sound so loud you can hear it ringing in your ears. you're scared he can hear it, that he can feel your heartbeat permeating throughout your body.

so instead of fighting him anymore, you comply with his wishes, letting him begin his work on your tie. "pay attention, i'm only doing this once, alright?" he asked, his eyes glancing up at yours, taking just one quick peek at your pouty lips. so, reluctantly, you're watching what he's doing, watching the steps he's going through. he goes a bit fast and the tie looping around is a little confusing, but you seem to catch on just fine. he smoothes out your collar and your blazer as well as your tie.

when he's done, he presses a kiss to your forehead leaving you looking up at him surprised. he smiles your way, before he's standing up from leaning on your clothes rack, his hands meeting your waist to slightly move you to the side. "come on they're probably waiting for us," he walks towards the side of your bed, picking up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

but you can't let him leave like this, not when he's got to be the one to take care of you. "wait, rin," he stops immediately hearing that nickname fall from your lips.  his hair disheveled, almost like he didn't comb it this morning. "what's going on with your hair today?" you ask, as he bends down for you to fix it.

"i didn't have any time to do anything to it, the twins were gonna leave me," he found himself leaning towards your touch, finding your fingers combing through his hair a lot more therapeutic than ever. "and i wanted to see you, so..." he trailed off, making your hands stop for a moment. he tilted his head up, eyes meeting yours.

your cheeks had riled themselves up again, burning even more than before as he was smiling at you. so you push his face away before going to grab your backpack from him. "can you just give me my bag?" you try to avoid his gaze, outstretching your hand for him to hand it to you.

but he just holds onto the strap harder turning away from your hand, "no, i'm your boyfriend, right? so as your boyfriend, i want to carry your things." he adjusted the bag, seemingly a little lighter than he expected.

you pause physically and mentally, your mind stuck on one word. maybe it was the way he said it so nonchalantly, not a single sign of a stutter or hesitation laced his voice that made you so shocked. "my boyfriend?" you repeated to which he nodded.

"well yeah, i mean, you remember yesterday...right?" there it was, that embarrassment you were looking for earlier. he looked away, cheeks growing red as he reached a hand up to ruffle his freshly combed hair.

you reach for his hand, taking it away from his hair. "you haven't even asked me properly..." you squinted, eyebrows curving upwards and your mouth curving into a frown.

he can see the disappointment forming on your face, and his stomach begins to churn with guilt. "since we already know how we both feel, we could just...skip that part," he shrugged, watching as your face only scrunched up even more, leading you to shake your head no.

"skip it?" he's making it worse, so much worse. you're looking at him as if he was breaking up with you, a thing he couldn't even imagine doing.

"no, i don't mean it like that—," he begins but the two of you hear atsumu calling for you downstairs.

"(y/n), we're about to leave you with your best friend suna!" he called, snickering as you could hear his footsteps towards the front door.

turning towards suna, you're grabbing your backpack from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. but he's quick to grab your arm, like many times before, he's turning you to look at him. "will you be my girlfriend (y/n)?" he asks quickly, "and...i," he hesitates, searching your eyes for any hint of approval, but he can't find any.

so instead, he lets go, watching as you walk out the door and towards the two twins downstairs.

"and...i love you, shit, why can't i say it to her now?"

.

.

.

"was that our first fight as a couple?"

the entire walk to school, you ignored him. ultimately you left him with osamu to walk in the front with atsumu, making the boy fume with jealousy. he thought he had nothing to fear now that he knew how you felt about him, but seeing you chat so freely with atsumu, he had another thing coming.

he knew your temper very well, and he knew just what to do to run your patience short, but this was something different. he doesn't understand what made you so mad this time. obviously, it was him, but what did he do to make you this mad? what did he do to make you so mad that you're laughing at atsumu's jokes in front of him?

he just had to keep reminding himself that he's the guy you've kissed, cuddled, and even told you like him. not much can change in a day, right? right?

he's not sure now. it's been a few hours and you're still actively avoiding him. during the classes the two of you have with each other, you didn't look his way not once. instead, you made yourself busy with the people around you, engaging in conversation with everyone but him.

even during passing periods, he can't find you to talk about things. but throughout the periods, he either saw you with your little group of friends or with atsumu trailing next to you. not only did it make him a little jealous, but he was beginning to miss you.

he missed your agitated tone scolding him, your lips pouting in such a cute manner, and even the way you'd glare in his direction when he was caught staring at you. he just missed your overall presence. yes, you were still here, but you weren't giving him any sort of attention.

so seeing as you weren't going to talk to him, it's about time he started talking to other people.

"ojiro," he calls to his upperclassmen sitting next to him. he hums before looking up at him, stopping his chopsticks from picking up more food. he looks around first, searching for the girl in question, "i was watching this...show, and it's about this girl and this guy." he explains slowly, making ojiro raise an eyebrow at him.

but suna continues even as ojiro takes a long sip from his drink. "and they both like each other, so the guy thinks that since they like each other, they're basically dating," he huffs suddenly getting embarrassed recalling the conversation in his head. "but the girl...she doesn't think so."

as he finishes, he waits for ojiro to put his drink down. when he's done his eyes never once leave suna's, somehow making the boy nervous for his answer. "is this about you?" he asked.

immediately suna is shaking his head no. "no, no! it's NOT, about me. just answer this," he cleared his throat trying to regain his posture. "if they already told each other they like each other, aren't they together already?"

"well if neither of them asked, then no. she can't be your girlfriend if you never asked her to be your girlfriend," he answered, still making it seem like this story was about suna.

"alright thanks, and it's not about me, it's a TV show," he angrily picked up his chopsticks, "and don't tell anyone i said this."

they continue eating in silence, ojiro shrugged as he also picked up his chopsticks as well.

"then what's the show called?"

"i don't remember."

—

"wait one second, someone's at the door," you excused yourself from the couch you and your friends lounged on. so far, without suna or atsumu around you had a lot more time to spend with your other friends.

a few days have passed and there's still no sign of suna anywhere. the two of you hadn't talked since he walked you to school with the twins. and that was on tuesday, it's saturday now.

sometimes you wondered if you were being a little hard on him, the look in his eyes when he asked you to be his girlfriend stuck in your brain. it was rushed, almost like he was panicking. in the moment you were a little annoyed with him, not mad or upset, just irritated. but those feelings have long passed, and you wished you had just said yes then.

to admit it, you missed him. like a lot. usually, on days like this, it'd be him, atsumu, and osamu coming over to hang around your house and watch volleyball. but seeing your other friends on the couch where those three used to sit, kind of made you feel weird.

you shake it off though, hearing the person behind the door ring the bell again. as you open the door, you're met with a giant bouquet of roses, the fragrance hitting you all at once. but seeing as the bouquet is so big, you can't see the holder's face. "um...hello?" you asked, slowly inching to close the door again.

"(y/n)?" he peeks from behind the roses, revealing his tidy new hairstyle and the corduroy jacket that clung to his body. he'd somehow got his hair to slick back, revealing his forehead. "(y/n), i—," before he said anything else, you quickly pushed him back onto your porch and rushed out there with him.

you hurry to shut the door before your friends realize he's here. "what are you doing here?" you frantically ask him.

"well, i was just about to ask you out," he replied with a little bit of a sarcastic tone on his tongue. "who's in there?" he asked, to which you peeked at the windows behind you, praying they weren't secretly eavesdropping on your conversation.

"my friends are over, this is the only saturday i'm not busy so," you shrugged, crossing your arms, you look back at him, finally taking in the full fit. he came decked out in a dressy white t-shirt with a tan corduroy jacket on top, complete with some black jeans and new balance tennis shoes. you couldn't help but think he looked adorable. "what is this?" your eyes trace his new look, lingering on the bouquet that was just in your face.

he watched over you, seeing the smile you were fighting back. even with your red pajama pants with tiny dogs scattered all over them, he still found you to be the most breathtaking person on the planet. "supposed to be my way of properly asking you to be my girlfriend," and there it was, that smile he was waiting for. he reached for your hand pulling you in close as he intertwined your fingers. "you know thinking about you is my favorite past-time, and these past few days all i could think about was you." he spoke so softly, a pace much different than his usual deadpan voice. you could basically hear the affection in his words.

"i didn't know if i should show up to your house apologizing or if i should've called, asking what your favorite flowers were," "is this a good time to tell you roses are my favorite?" you cut him off, and for the first time he finally noticed the hearts in your eyes. his heart pounds against his chest, his own heart eyes on display to you. "i'll just say i took an educated guess then."

"i've loved you since...since that one time you walked into the men's restroom in our third year of middle school," he chuckled seeing you visibly cringe at the memory, "when you continued about your business even after seeing me washing my hands, ugh...you were pretty back then too, pretty and headstrong."

"suna!" you called, your free hand latching onto his shoulder trying to make him stop laughing. "how do you remember that? i told you to forget that even happened."

"because it was you, why would i forget?" he reasoned before seeing the look on your face, shrugging as he leaned into your hand that pushed his hair back. "alright, but i knew i loved you when i saw you in the cheer section during one of our games. we lost, but you still came down to console us, and even if you did hate me back then you were still so nice to me," he switched back to his sweet and gentle voice, his eyes calmly tracing over your features, "for years i've loved you and only you,

and if you'll have me, will you let me love you for more years to come as my girlfriend?" he watched the smile on your lips grow bigger and bigger, making his own lips curl into one.

"hmmm, i don't know," you teased, head tilting as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close. your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes, before he was leaning in so tantalizingly slow, so you moved along with him.

he placed his hand on your waist, the other that still held the bouquet wrapped around as well. "you don't know?" he repeated, matching your playful tone. "the smile on your face says otherwise," he finally leans in, his lips pressing against yours, something he'd been yearning to do since he saw you.

breathing in his scent, you could smell the sweet smell of his cologne, taste the warmth on his lips as he tilted his head pulling you in even deeper. all you could think about was suna when he had you in his arms like this, all you could feel was him as you're fighting back giggles from how happy you felt. so you let them go, laughing into the kiss, only for him to ask what's so funny?

"i love you," you said in between kisses, fingers lacing through his combed hair. he was smiling along with you, your teeth hitting each other. "what?" you asked eyes opening to meet his.

his hazel eyes were mesmerizing, leaving you melting in his hands like putty, "you love me now?" don't even get you started on his voice, as he reaches a deeper point, it matched the smooth and gentle mood the two of you had created.

you nodded, pecking the corner of his lips. "i loved you in that storage closet but i was too nervous to say it." just hearing your explanation had him chuckling and holding you even tighter against him.

as the two of you leaned back in once more, you both pause as you heard rounds of distant squealing coming from inside your house piercing through the calm air.

turning around, you were checking the windows again only to see your friends peaking through the blinds at you two, smiles and shocked gazes on all of their faces. and immediately you felt your entire body warm up.

you knew they'd react like this, your entire friend group was labeled as very dramatic. you knew the moment you walked back into those doors, they'd have pictures upon pictures and videos to show you, documenting every second they could of you and suna. the thought alone had butterflies swarming all around your stomach. but maybe reliving the moment through a different perspective didn't sound too bad.

you turn back to him, burying your face into his shoulder as you tried to hide from your friends' stares. but it wasn't doing much as you could still feel the heat of their eyes on you. "yeah, i clocked them a few minutes ago, but kissing you was a lot more important, you know?" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you even tighter, pulling you into a deep embrace. but that just caused more gasping and squealing from your friends. "guess we can tell them we're together now, hm? we can always start small."

"please...be quiet,"

<- previous part

it’s over!! let’s all pretend they told atsumu on their own time bc idk how to write it without it being cringe 💔

but thank you so much for reading!

now onto the next thing 😼

reblogs help a lot!!

[lorifragolina]

Bite the Bullet, Billy - Masterpost

Hello all! After working almost all the summer to this enormous fic (the longest and more complex I ever wrote!) for the @billybigbang2024 event, I want to present a tumblr masterpost for all the fic parts & the amazing art that @dirtbagdefender did for it! Take a moment to look at the poster:

Here you can find the whole fic in AO3!

Tumblr post with the art for each part: Bite the Bullet, Billy - chapter 1-6 Bite the Bullet, Billy - chapter 7-10

Bite the Bullet, Billy - chapter 11 - 15

Bite the Bullet, Billy - chapter 16 - 20 Bite the Bullet, Billy - chapter 21 - 26

Bite the Bullet, Billy - chapter 27 - 29 + Epilogue

This fic had been possible thanks to @talanashta, who beta reading my mess and help me to make it readable! I hope you all enjoy it!

[vespidclan]

[MOON 22 PT 2]

NEXT

not one of Icicle’s proudest moments…

[keen-li]

I agree with anon Renegade is very good👏🏼 I don’t consider Oc weak at all… she just had a baby and she took care of her all on her own (that takes a lot of strength and she did that!) just because she loves Jungkook it doesn’t make her weak… yeah he was a huge jerk but he seems like he had a change of heart and maybe they will talk about it afterwards? Who know but regardless I don’t see her weak at all!

You’re doing great❤️

Part 4. [Last part]

I'm so glad and appreciate all the positive interactions and asks I've gotten on this fic. It was a fun and lovely journey and I appreciate you all. :)

x

-

You've been worried on the couch waiting for jungkook to text you. He had yuna today, he begged you to have her for the day. You couldn't say no, you didn't want to. You enjoy seeing jungkook spent time with his daughter, it's a nice sight to see her laughing and giggling as he tickles her.

But you made it very clear to him that she should be back by 4pm. You'd never allow her to stay the night with him at his place. He may seem to have changed but you don't know what kinda dump his house looks like or the kinda people jungkook has around.

It's now 7pm and you've been waiting for jungkook to text or call you. Or atleast respond to your calls and texts. You've been calling like a hundred times and he doesn't respond,  this makes you even more worried and sick to your stomach. Your little baby girl, you hope she's okay. You hope jungkook hasn't got her passively inhaling smoke. You'd kill him if that was the case, you'd fucking kill him.

Your mind can't stop thinking of the worst. All you can think of is your sweet baby girl in a crowd of drunk people. The loud music playing hurting her ear drums, shes probably crying but jungkook can't hear her over the loud music. Aw you're little baby probably misses you so much.

"Has he responded?" Hobi asks you, snapping you out of your frantic thoughts.

You shake your head.

"Lets just go by his place" he suggests,  its not a bad idea. It's the only option you have anyways if you want to save your baby girl from jungkook.

So this what you do, hobi drives you to his place. You're pretty sure he still lives where you last left him.

"Stay here" you tell hoseok as you leave the car. He places a hand on yours before you leave.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you" his eyes soften.

"I'm sure hoseok" you smile warmly to him. "Please stay in the car"

You give him your back and he watches as you walk into the apartment building. He can't help but want to follow behind you. To be a protection for you and yuna.

You walk down the hallway looking at the doors for jungkook's apartment. You check the numbers and you're pretty sure you can remember it. How can you forget it when a year ago that's all you knew. At this point you had mastered the number, it was engraved on your brain.

The memories hit you like the wind. The times when jungkook would be pulling you by the hand to his apartment. One time you didn't even have time to admire the hallway cause you were busy tangling your lips with jungkook's.

You chuckle brushing off the memories, those days are gone now.

You wonder what you're going to see when you open jungkook's door. It doesn't sound like he's having a party but you still don't trust jungkook. You look at his door or knowing whether to knock or just type in the code. You aren't even sure if the code you know is gonna work.

You're not going to knock. So you decide to tap in the code and hope it works. Your hands move against the screen and you sigh when the little thing beeps allowing you to enter.

He seriously didn't change the code. You chuckle.

You open the door slightly as your leg move to walk in. You pull yourself in and when you do you're met with the sight of yuna sat on one of jungkook's female friend's lap, the girl from the bar. At least they aren't doing drugs or having a party, but that doesn't take away from the fact they are smoking and drinking.

You're gonna fucking kill him.

"Mama" yuna calls out when she sees you and stretches her cute little arms out.

"My baby" you rush over and grab her setting her over your hip.

"Are you okay baby" you say checking her body like a doctor. You give her a tight hug not noticing anything wrong with her.

"I missed you so much"

"No hellos" the girl on the couch asks you tone cheeky. You send her a death glare.

"I'm not here for you" you rock yuna in your arms. "Where's jungkook?"

Yuna doesn't look like she was crying.

"Y/n what are you doing here?" Jungkook asks walking into the living room.

"What am I doing here?" You retort. "I'm here to pick up my daughter. You didn't bring her at the appointed time so I got worried." You say angrily and eye his friends at the last sentence.

"Worried about what?" he furrows his brows.

"Worried that she might get sick" you lower your tone but still stay angry.

"And how would that happen" jungkook knows what you're implying but he wants you to say it.

"I don't know jungkook.. drugs? Alcohol? Smoke?" You say like it wasn't obvious.

He scoffs "You honestly think I'd expose her to that"

"I meannnnn" you wave your hand at his friends and the alcohol on his table, and his friend who is smoking.

"He's smoking by the window" jungkook defends.

"It doesn't matter" you yell getting frustrated.

"I don't like how you're talking about us y/n" the girl speaks and you roll your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up" You groan at her forgetting your no cussing infront of yuna rule. Your attention is pulled to the little girl in your arms when she starts to whine. You sigh disappointed that you got carried away.

"I'm not to talking to you here" you say to jungkook and turn to walk out.

"You've got a very beautiful daughter y/n" the girl speaks, she sounds genuine but yet so condescending.

You want to say something to her but jungkook's hand on your shoulder stops you.

"Come on" he closes the door and you head for outside.

"You couldn't call?" jungkook asks when the night air hits you.

"Like I didn't" you say sarcastically. "Check your phone" he does.

"Okay im sorry, my bad" he runs his hands through his hair, "I must've gotten carried away with work" you roll your eyes and turn to him.

"And where did you leave yuna?"

"With jess" You scoff.

"Jess? Jess the fucking walking hookah pipe" you spit.

"Don't say that" in other circumstances jungkook would've laughed at that.

"Plus yuna seemed fine"

"Seemed is not good enough jungkook. She could easily get sick"

"I know, I'm sorry. But you're making a big deal out of it." His voice rises a bit.

"Its always gonna be serious when it comes to my daughter"

Jungkook scoffs when you say it like she's not his daughter too.

"She's my daughter too" he whisper-shouts "Don't you think i care. I'm not gonna let anything harm her" you're taken back by his tone.

"Or maybe you just think so low of me" You roll your eyes at him.

"Huh?" You don't respond.

"Well can you blame us" you hear hoseok speak behind you, "your actions don't really help us see the better in you" you can hear the despise in his tone.

You can see jungkook physically gag and roll his eyes at hoseok. You too sigh knowing what's going to go down.

"You brought him? Y/n" jungkook asks in disbelief.

"I don't have a car remember?" You tell him as hoseok stops next to you.

"You're so fucking pitiful" jungkook says to hoseok "you're such a kiss up.why are you trying to have my leftovers" jungkook chuckles mockingly.

"Don't talk about her like that" hoseok wants to move closer to jungkook but you stop him,

"There's a baby here" you warn them both.

"She's never gonna love you bro"

"I'm not trying to get her to love me, maybe I'm just trying to be there for her... for yuna" hobi says sharply. "Cause you never did"

"Stay away from my daughter" jungkook warns and closes in on hoseok.

"Jungkook please" you stop him. And on cue yuna starts to cry and your heart breaks at how unattentive you were.

"Hoseok please take her back to the car" you say handing yuna to him. You Watch as hoseok rocks yuna and wipes her tears.

"Come here" jungkook says reaching for yuna.

"No" You stop him.

"Let me say bye to my daughter" he looks at you intensely.

"No." you say to him "hoseok go"

"What the fuck y/n let me say bye to my daughter"

"No jungkook, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" you start to yell.

"Y/n" hoseok tries to comfort you.

"Hoseok please just go to the car!" You end up unintentionally yelling at him, you make a mental not to apologise later.

"What do you mean you're sick" jungkook asks getting upset.

"Im sick of you and having having daughter involved in your life" you run your hands over your face frustrated.

"There's never a time when she's with you and I'm not worried" you can feel the tears threaten to fall.

"Sometimes I wish you weren't in her life... our life" you can see the hurt in jungkook's eyes but it's soon replaced with confusion.

"haven't I done enough y/n. Haven't I done my best to be there for you guys" he places his hands on your shoulders.

"You have I know but-" the tears falls "I can never know if you've truly changed...I'm always worried" you sniffle.

"You don't trust me huh?" You can feel him distance himself. Both physically and emotionally.

"After everything I've done" he chuckles coldly.

You wipe your tears and calm yourself down.

"So what? What now?" He asks you coldly. "You're gonna take her away from me? You're gonna keep my own daughter from me?"He yells.

"THE DAUGHTER YOU DIDN'T WANT!" you smack his chest and he's taken aback by your loudness.

"The daughter you told me to get rid of. The daughter you didn't want to see when she was a foetus. The daughter you weren't there for." you spit back to back at him.

"But aren't I here, aren't i here y/n?" He pushes your hands to his chest.

"That's not what I'm talking about jungkook and you know it" you snatch your hands from him.

"Plus we never even talked about it. We just walked over it like it's nothing. "That's not how it's supposed to work"

"So why don't we talk about it, fix it" He pleads.

"It's too late for that jungkook"

"Okay" he gives in "but you're not gonna keep my daughter from me" he shakes his head and you say nothing.

"You can't do that"

"I can" you spit.

He chuckles bitterly.

"we're gonna have to take it to court then" he says plainly and you scoff.

"Let the court decide?" You ask mockingly.

"Yeah"

"Okay" you nod laughing "and we'll see what they'll say about a druggy alcoholic father asking for custody" you spit out sarcastically.

"Yeah we'll see" jungkook says like he's got a very good chance at custody.

Before you leave you turn to him. And with so much determination, digust and anger you give him a hard smack on the cheek.

"I am not your leftovers" you say bitterly "see you in court you piece of shit" you walk off and into hoseok's car.

"Are you okay" he asks you worried

"I'm okay" you tell him but its not convincing. "Is she okay?" You turn to the back seat a see a sleeping yuna in her car seat.

"Yeah. Rocked her a bit and she fell right asleep. Must've been really tired"

He watches you watch her.

"I'm so sorry baby" you rub her little feet.

"Yeah sorry, she picked a shitty dad" you hear hoseok snicker.

You can't even bother to be mad at him, you don't have the energy. You know he means no harm.

"Lets go home"

-

[8 months later]

"So how is everything between the two of you now"

Jungkook sighs folding his legs on his couch and you scoff at his choice of clothing. You'd never expect to see jungkook in formal wear.

"We've been okay" he speaks eyeing your floral dress and heels. You told him you wanted to get into wearing heels again, but he didn't promise on carrying you if something happened.

It's your first therapy session after the court granted you both equal custody. Amd cause of that you and jungkook decided to attend therapy.

"And as a couple how are things"

"We're not a couple" you both say at the same time, laughing when you do so.

"We're co-parenting" you quickly say to lessen the awkwardness for the therapist.

"Oh my apologies"

"It's alright, I'm pretty sure people who walk in here are usually couples anyways" jungkook also tries to ease the awkwardness.

The therapist simply nods at that. Your lawyers had advised you to maybe attend a parenting therapy. Not to fix the both of you, cause that's far gone, but to help you both parent yuna well.

"We're just here to learn how to co-parent" you add smiling at jungkook.

-

"That session went well" you say walking out of the building.

"Surprisingly, I thought I was gonna hate it"

You hum as the afternoon sun hits you.

"You've got yuna tonight right?" You ask him.

"i thought you had her" he asks confused.

"I know but I was hoping you can have her" you plead. "You don't have anything to do right?"

"I don't. But why?"

You sigh having to explain to him.

"Hoseok and I have plans tonight" you bite your bottom lip waiting for his reaction.

Jungkook's face relaxes. "Oh okay, sure I'll watch her. I don't mind"

You sigh. you thought he wouldn't say yes.

"Thanks you're the best" you give him a giddy smile, you wanted to hug him but you didn't know how he'd take it.

Jungkook watches you hoping you'd hug him but maybe it's too early for that.

"I know I'm the best" he says full of himself.

"Shut up" You laugh.

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MASTERLIST

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

Pete Holmes Podcast (Part 4)

[sunnynwanda]

Wedding date: Part 4

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3

As Hero waltzes towards them, Villain takes the few seconds to collect themselves and form one coherent thought. Yet all they can muster is the dumbest question in existence. 

“Where did you go off to?” they regret asking this the moment the question rolls off their lips. Shit.

“Why, miss me already?” Hero’s grin looks like it should hurt their cheeks. 

“Oh shut up,” Villain says over their glass. Their rival seems to hesitate for a moment before speaking. If Villain didn’t know better, they’d say Hero is skittish. You wish they were, Villain’s inner voice chimes in, uncalled for.

“I might if you dance with me,” Hero mumbles, a part of them hoping Villain won’t hear them over the music. The other part is begging for them to catch on. Why is the final step so hard?

The invitation registers in Villain’s brain with a delay, making Hero twists their fingers and Villain themselves choke on their wine, coughing violently as they attempt to speak. “I.. what?” 

“Me. You. Dance.” Hero explains, shifting from one foot to another. Their entire frame looks ready to shrink into nothingness to avoid Villain’s curious gaze. “That’s what couples usually do, isn’t it?”

“We’re not a couple,” Villain starts but is interrupted as usual. They should have picked someone less impatient and less adorable. For the sake of their sanity.

“Right now we are,” Hero’s confidence seems to be back with renewed vigour when Villain stands up. Hero places their hand on the small of their enemy's back, leading them to the dancefloor. Villain’s head is empty for a good minute as they process the heat of Hero’s body against theirs. They don’t have to stand this close, yet they make no attempts to keep their distance.

“Tough conversation with Supervillain?” Hero fails to mask their curiosity, speaking in a soft voice as they lead. “Sorry, with your grandmother.” 

“Ah. Not really, no,” Villain beams at them, grateful for the distraction from the proximity of their rival. Their eyes are so bright Hero has to bite down an ‘Aw’. “It was pretty nice.”

“See?” Hero almost giggles and considers vanishing from the face of the Earth for good. “Told ya she likes me.” 

The cocky tone makes Villain chuckle lightly. They shake their head as Hero spins them around the dancefloor. The stares soon get the best of them, making Villain stumble over their feet and Hero’s grip around their waist - tighten. Why is there no air in this godforsaken place?

“You’re... graceful,” Villain states the obvious, earning a pointed look from their partner. 

“Huh. And to think you would have noticed that during our fights,” Hero teases, amusement filling their voice like warm honey. “Don’t you pay attention to me?”

“Hey, I do,” Villain resists loudly before a sudden idea comes crashing through the train of their thought. “Wait a minute. Are you flirting with me?”

Hero nods way too quickly. They freeze, breath hitching in their throat. Too late to back down. “Have been for the past several months, actually.” 

“I... did not have that information,” is all Villain manages to squeeze out before their brain short-circuits. Hero laughs at that, bending their partner back dramatically. Some of the guests applaud, enjoying the show. Villain couldn’t care less.

“Now you do. What are you gonna do about it?” Hero asks in a small voice. They’re breathless, but the dance has nothing to do with it. The room is spinning at a ferocious speed. They should probably stop moving. 

Villain takes their time processing the question, no longer oblivious to their rival’s state. “What can I do about it?”

“Well, there are two options,” Hero claims with the most serious expression on their pale face.

“Do elaborate on them,” Villain requests as Hero comes to a halt, letting go of their waist.

“Let me remain your fake date for the rest of the evening, then go back to being enemies in the morning,” Villain hums, but before they can reply, Hero continues with the second option. “Or, leave the party and enjoy my company for the rest of the night and, preferably, the entire weekend.”

Villain takes Hero’s hand, guiding them to a secluded area behind a column. Hero leans against it, their breathing is laboured as they speak. “Don’t get me wrong, both include making out, but I’d much rather you pick the second path, so I can have a chance to properly take you out.”

“What does the choice depend on, again?” Villain takes a step closer, enjoying every second of Hero's agony. They look ravishing in the bluish light, and Villain wonders how they’d look on a rooftop under the night sky with their lips swollen from rough kisses.

“Whether you like me back or not,” Hero toils through the sentence, unable to meet their eyes. Villain closes the remaining distance between them, cupping their cheeks and covering Hero’s lips with their own. 

Hero all but dies on the spot. Their heart hurts in their chest, threatening to crack open. Dear God. They don’t realise when or how their hand moves to grab the back of Villain’s neck. 

“Hero?” Villain is panting and blushing furiously, but that fades in comparison to the deep shade of red on Hero’s cheeks. Hero finds themselves unable to speak, opting for a weak nod. And to think they were the one flirting. Damn, Villain. 

“Take me away from here.” Villain smirks, satisfied with the effect they have on their 'fake' date.

It takes Hero exactly 49 seconds to regain their composure, lace their fingers with Villain’s and drag them away with the silliest smile ever.

Mission Report #1963 Agent: Hero Mission: Accomplished P.S. Thank you, Supervillain.

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Masterlist

[winniethewife]

Drunk on Love (Miguel x reader)

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I've looked for love in all the same old places Found the bottom of a bottle's always dry But when you poured out your heart, I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, alcoholism mentioned, google translate Spanish.

A/N: Final part! thanks to everyone who read it!

It would take a long time and a lot of work, But She kept her promise. She was there for every day he stayed sober, for every relapse. She was there for him in a way no one else would be, and every day she wore one of the necklaces he gave her. She would walk into his pent house or he would walk into her apartment, and his eyes would immediately look for the gold or silver chain on her neck. His hand would reach out and hold the interlocking hearts delicately in his palm and a smile would cross his face.

What they didn’t expect was that along the way, they would start to fall in love. It was little things at first. A glance across the table, him giving in to sleeping in her bed after a bender, her agreeing to sleep in the bed with him. Waking up in each other’s arms more often then they wake up alone most days. Its funny that someone else was their first to notice rather than them.

It wasn’t super uncommon to see her at HQ these days, usually to give Miguel lunch or something he “forgot” Somewhere (he needs to see her because he wants to drink), although not being a spider person herself she had a hard time navigating it alone, so more often than not she would be seen standing in the lobby waiting for Miguel to send someone to get her, or for him to come get him herself. At first he would send someone he trusted, Jess, Peter B. sometimes Ben, But eventually he’s just going on his own, he wants to see her the second she’s there. He’ll be in the middle of scolding someone and LYLA will announce her arrival and he’ll just leave to get her without a second thought.

“If you like her so much why haven’t you asked her out?” Peter B. elbowed Miguel in passing one day after she had left.

“I-What?” Miguel had looked at him like he was crazy.

“C’mon Mig. It’s obvious you two are in love. She’s totally your MJ. Don’t deny it.” Peter had given him a goofy smile and swung off before Miguel could react. Miguel thought about it the rest of the day. In love? That was…wasn’t it crazy? His MJ? He had been positive he had ruined his own canon to the point that he would never see that benefit of a spider-person’s life, falling in love. When He got back to his pent house he was anxious to ask her about it, so focused on that when he walked in he hardly noticed that she had made him his favorite dinner and that everything in the dining room was decorated. She stood with a big smile on her face.

“6 months sober Miguel!” She announced with glee “Half a year!” He had actually forgotten. He smiles as well and embraced her.

“Gracias Hermosa. I wouldn’t have made it without you.” That’s when he knew, that look in her eyes as they hugged. They were in love. Neither of them we’re quite sure how the series of events after happened but she ended up on the kitchen counter and they were kissing. She was as sweet strawberry wine, as warm as a glass of brandy, all the things he didn’t need any more he found in her. Her arms around his neck as he kissed her with all the passion and love that he could muster.

“Te Amo Bebeita.”

“Te Amo Miguel.”

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It wasn’t the easiest thing to stay sober, but It was a lot easier with her in his bed every night, and it was even easier when she had a ring around her finger, and he was pretty sure Liquor was never going to pass his lips again when he held their daughter in his arms for the first time. This was everything he ever wanted. Everything he needed. He was standing over the crib late one night when his wife joined him.

“She’ll still be here in the morning, you need sleep.”

“I know, Hermosa…I just can’t get enough of her… Mija…” He reaches down and brushes her dark curls from her face. She knows she can’t argue with him as she rests her head on his arm as they both look at the small life they had created together.

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