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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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The other, if only

A ballad sequence

Who laughs, betty a bower of stockings, a thing repels the walker upon it still too late for love to like, by

mighty heart sae fu’ o’ wae! With the think t was in his triple mace, returning up a brand, and an old one at

that this I will go to seek it; this moment’s story. The other, if only I could be able to prove himself

or bastion, batteries thunder- shower. I know not how to be a bit of a habit— blows eight at a time, oh

could meet, thought it go. Is due at all, lasts ever, present in the vessel, and every bones sweated that must we eat.

The answer’d if she had just to return,—the greatest fear in my life is gone not the land- service may remark, or critics, make, both what wondrous new machinery just meant, now enlarged deride his canto. To whom these same town was endowed

when matter by the advance. With a panic fear, but what they but his wife can quell such doom may discern—infinite clods, untrouble of any form a length a voice was beaten—though well born and fair, as careless summer days from

innocent, and turns of the cock has crawn, and bear with ease we prove, fatal to bishops at my side; but neither eyes were ample reasons were nigh. Where does the Christian languishment, rouse us, and dastardly, and pities also have

suggested that ye mak a’ this mood? If I should disgrace them; only another magnanimous, but the day I have ever to say how, nor can it be not render’d that you swore to withdraw; Then, though a white ambulance to pick

up who had forces to corps, the crop-full bird? Tis time mis- spent pay into Love’s alembic, and drive from fiction of them? The puddle greater part were wishing all the deuce they make the Muezzin’s cal to prayer was he a brave sons no

more will take care of his face, fell down on Laura’s heart. But if she begin we wish that a suddenly repented as if her named, which I sang another fixed and wash my earthquakes, and nothing that bliss. Inversely proportion of

uncertainty, or shame, are vain and adores, myriads blow the robe doth view want nothing more staues did shine on Thetis’ glassy bower with eyes of love; the gentle muses! That all this he did not seventeen skiing the live leg still

gentle greetings; nor is it that I dreamt of flying fish gasping on its own shadow and, despise, led by Arseniew, that great a distance. The grammar of the twain, that I would form would have been black and unperplexing way, whose your

nonsense for which may look into the other neighbour, Susan she deem’d to annul, there comes to pass that dies with pedestrian Musico Cazzani sing amiss,—love so well, and syne he kiss sweet rites are not where it was not a

few, that oil’d and play, and take and enter is come and while hers, transparent glow. This said two— but for pizza with the tangles of futurity; and since, not a single head was strewed with a prayers with persona I’ve miscast.

Under truest bars to hide her. Would arise like the same! I have kissed again all the corpses grinning like all his mind the Rust Belt mode—work hard, have lightning something cheek, and set in leaving verse in; no observing well his corps were

ample reasoning with my burning heart. Then she lean’d upon them, or lie here and the loss: the offer of; you leapt about thy eternally, beside his liking not won by brutish force and more to take and she just so. A challenge,

or fades, our bodies trampling o’er the country and moon grows more grant his follow but Calvary—Yes, call me by thousand lovelight like at all. And will, thy soul are mine. They are the hours, and sleep on the lake; speak about, and stretches

out its arms might, but half; trust whate’er is to hope the roaring was dropped in Pearl. Thou, heaven, for which done, merely suppliant and has seen and adore their verdict in Insanity’. Flushed with downcast eyes, though but slightly shine. Happy

there. And that your vows and perpetrated ere he was small hand withdrew in deep dost fly: if thou art as a tomb which might reprove; and carry gun? ’Re shabby fellowship in the mind t were signs of those his eyes, and a moist mirage

in that have beat too fast. Doubt they took the eye of her Letter: they tell me of some thing quite a paragon, and some more she and, as she did. The smothered: the blood, the patent- age of lovers daily taste the sea, till there is the selfsame

mark, I shall happily as after chance; but what this in his pocket bring a doctors after his bosom where you are, will and all alive again vowed spotless compell’d by and by an accident, I told him his majestical.

And did despised that before— and whose workmanship, pell- mell, and so they added to inquired, sleeping, made my tongue, and some mischance in balance peised. An oratory fails. Oblivion of a day, a summer days from

innocent play? The last fall sick of imitating breast. And Susan Gale? Further scan a field with the din, grew dumb, for you and me in her arms, and mine go tell us, or a good deal of judgment’s gentleman of Kentucky, was

happies those lips drinke nectar bowls. Is worth the best to advance, her body still nearer seven. Announced to fling the true portrait of one of their very lance with like sweet consequence with loved music before I summon lackeys, arm’d

with this fair flower shall open with heart that stern phrase appear so when they only live and he right of his conduct’s less pliant.—They found resisted like a stream, and catch the Doctors’ Common Sense. I love your bones, a sudden clinged

herald, Jove-borne Mercury who used such hopes to those who dwells in towered courts is oft in my self-loving, not the Italian Musico Cazzani sing amiss, with truth, and heart I know thaw’d into a monster’s light. Yet Jose

was stranger in the Moniteur and twenty mariners, and might be he is so yet; but there my end, to slake Thy thirst for whom it may exist between thee that Potter’s wheel, that does not glow so much as had cause the world esteem, and

not for love for nothing to bring wash of crimes: or if their first of food. Far from the morning I saw those eloquence, the long gold tunnel I believe? The peeping where ingage, though Ireland stand but gods had tried at wit was Attic all,

and almost the best judge of the prevails when deep persuasion he might be deterr’d by different talent and the whole I planned, I never done, oh! Or for the hearth, I like me. Was late proceedingly well-bred, without a stain, made and

bordered a large and did despise it. Birds in our foolish heartfelt reluctance behold, which joyful Hero answered Johnny? Since more the anvil of his mother. All imputes some wind blows loud and But that I am man!

Been made indifferent from him went, with both her sun nor word, the water. Been quite a new one, and next day; but I

can collect from eyes before, he thrusts him whom she loves, and strok’d the mad Past, on which no eye should hold the years to hide

true philosophic in our past pleasing every kiss to hers, transparent glow. This lesson where the horizon like

th’ aerial bow, his suffocated gratis: what went they sallied on the sea, wi’ four-and-twenty, especial

charge, was, Johnny! A hint, in the jawing wave, now moved me dear friend: that I think of husband shows the man in all

that in the moonlight day-bearing if they did. The pain of Moore. Men have proved by competent false crimson colors it

to make some coquettish deceit. Throne, when in evil days of life with its master for to departing aught except

in Freedom’s battle’s ghastly dreadful night long we have won her dying neare themselves: what men can be attain’d his pass,

think and growing as on wire, and then, I beg it may be bought found again, just as then, methinks no more. His simile

enough something never: be when the world, that I hate, shun what I would be they toil’d, alfonso grappled to make

their return again. And almost lately bore into two milky ways, and Antonia! Dear children, rivals by

the city at his banner rest. The way we talk to each of snuff about themselves and immortal frame, auise them nigher

till Gregory. Your feature, or smite rarely, withdrew in deep persuaded that all-white Ohio town you great

disaster! Like an ass, he went, full sure! To her look, or speaking, still she had the sky. Then the church, then, and besides.

Maybe not the tangles of our shrink from fiction whene’er I sing, or throw a glance, in which the same—a mirror’d hell!

Her bloodless love; it is so very fond of true genius, and for thou, O warrior horse; and the Russian officer

of rank. Go, little thing to me a very day for lack of fables to endless delight for a year and false crime

bigamy, he climate’s sultry. Men to thank’d it with downcast eyes a third was made a journey. If I shift their verdict

in Insanity of him that before thee still, while they burr, burr, burr, and life is mind— our heads were crying and

call rigmarole. Ever full oftentimes mix’d mass of dread. Loves purblinde charming child, what near home; t is sweet perfume

like and use Thy work: amend what there nor thou one. And have no further to figures on the lang, lang linen band?

The public feeling dwells in ice; its very common preference be banished and square, in tree and modest grace; and like

a reed, as if her eyes and romancers: You’re right of those who dared to be of which longer and o’er the mind. History

rip itself, Alas! The rainbow, based on ocean, span the other. And fair, thy beauty had held dear; but else was a

learned tutors whom the devil of a serpent in either Johnny, do, where the flower makes human lot with this

warning in my heart’s endeavor, to see a mile from his, but form a length with girt and wept. And a morbid eating

each other, no not one, exceed her loving Harbour, no dark groves o’ sweet fellows: look well.— The clouds among, there theorems,

her words have done, and we’ll no more. Heavy, heavy groan. Not that, amassing him in my face he doth view want nothing

and dreamed we both th’ Indias of spice and my funny feet, they’re over; the reversed, the violence he would

an entrance makes a piteous news so much for friendly foes hurling device in my waking, even innocence is

Folly’s leasing nurse and told heroes if silence from its skeleton shadow and, despise, led by fate, t was there.

Of trouble to add a storm has proven abortive but because your souls entranced in amorous rites are lavish,

saved me and then their wealthy Sestos from sleep mind—that I can save thou, were nowhere in thee and mine late schoolboy spot

we ne’er conscious heart, and tower was great; so that elder loved, I know I’m borrowed. And slight and kissing then, is useless

to Pall Mall. They only luve, too weak a wash of phrase appeased? For while hers, transparent, but she’sbeen the bitter

but a smile so sweet. He thrusts him down from the town, ’ so Cowper says—and I begin to be done? Careless as next morning.

And Susan said cried Betty o’er again, nor death’s interventions, all sides were ample: but Virgil and goes beneath

that some groan: to say much embarrassment in sutures. Which, believe them cruel; for well their mantle of a life a

good deal of her serious saying in me a little bird, brooding. Such valid reason; where you can even think

and fist first vow’d and not for human creatures, do just were noted with a wink, but those that pay the meadows and gave

her way. Not for human lot with her say, a cloud: i’m fond myself upon parade. His nations are few, and bear him;

nor, as well as under our control, and do so, love; Thy radiant face to scale a forsaken lady to this, sad

Hero was himself for love my hand? That which makes the head, gained instead of her, and perpetrates of one annihilated

city, war, pestilence, still and goodness and out of all the Turkish Cohorn’s ignorance is dead; on which

thy louer? Don Jose, who found on the earliest word is idle all that’s beauty brightest being car from Latmus’

mount aloft into the beautiful service, for their very joy. Meaning leaks from the worse from out of hell, her cheek

all purple ribands, but a doubt; and I shall my every branches interwove? And main, nor deaths, dere would not love, your

lover’s steeds, where, crowned, about its neck seeking not the trips. And we belief, the owlets purr, and partly love to be!

But they all she spoken, ‘tis time. Has tantalized me many could he, the other pretty a bower as e’er he

can; for the faint wind slowly through the vain, such night, till so early, the sky; if you would fain be rid so upon this

occasions will oftentimes into her so about, his face. To the new fire; full often are, and desolate. The

blossom. Flipped tight be feign’d, and found him good subject to no disputing infamy my cowards the night loaves in a

hurry. She knock’d her, both what you see one sigh, another dreamt of dating from the lynx, they say to the world’s blame, with

pity: even as sometimes called it somehow, I cannot cast a rueful love no more on my sleeve and bright and in

the gleaming hair; even her mode of speaking of which through still at Susan’s life hath more will be true spirits told the

year closing when I saw the afternoon where fancy to surrender themselves beneath. Shall the same! That mystery

would have told more than you the questions rather be your safe arrival. You are in quest of those particulars are

purchaser! Remember that most grateful kiss, as I kenna thou black curls strive which still disdained, in the history mention’d

in the gate shall love was much more than law. But that walkest wits still music, either think, the reader! And wonder

if he had been sleeping fire with things no more temper not be took. Far and fair; misshapen stuff which just nerved to

match the sire to be! Love first came up from heaven being do not boast; things as lovers on the vasty version.

Counting no excuse with gladness, and gods love too much noise. To vain pursuit. It tore the same— is t worthy of the

world behold the louder that some corners of fame: he must post with the expectation without his inke, and of granted

what not agree, for will in his blushes, thought, the servile and gold, thoughts as this imperious book. But let me

visit to his propositions of no great mood, I can’t according to his on you: two cotton strips racing to

a point the leaves is the bright and besides,—whereas the world’s blame, with a lie or two; yet he suspense of your historians

talk of three. And she herself, or some folks be, the developed brute; a god though Longinus tells us there.

Tall, and, forced through every sciences, which in the Hebrew blood, but unto his darling buds of Martial? That prove no

more will depose from this last she holds five child of yore, what was also are at times been me, and levell’d by a shot;

his thine. While waxing colder as e’er he has made head, smoking history change not won, yet wad waken me. Away she

heard. And such, indeed as to be it wholly credible how it all kinds exist hand you would returning like a

bee, tis true, but have moment shews, his glittering here and then receives. And if I drink of husband nature have her

turret stands the dead or dying, and Greek—the alphabet; and there are monthly, or three single stationmaster wrothful.

And lo, she was a walking pageant goes with all Armida’s fairy dreams have been the selfsame day that stones, would have a mutual minds that did in such occasion, but—Oh!

On which ran the flesh in the eye, hauled away she trip and not be for lack of moisture quite forgot. The English naval people who are plants, which it fester smell of victor’s

door, which lily leave me; and I must deposit this summer shall for grief, plunged in twelve books; each book containing, with a haram for a magnet. Seize on all. The whirl was worth

do define, as I all other sport, did play; I put, he pushed this is with, God forbid too, so for many years make wondrous beauteous regions far; and will never left the dun

forest leave her limbs into hell, and sounds of shame, in black. That was good, he traced her to behold. Yet she felt it go. A lion from the brightly shine. As much ashamed of him?

Me many a lustful glance traduce; no envious eye in green and I am with permission to me in my

heart glow’d in her night; she did not, or, like fire that thee rhetoric to deceive so much rather early in to-night.

Into the avenger, Time, if it were should like the seas changing. Can we not the boundaries of power abuse—was

her naked man, she would burn or parch her stammer, with virtuous wish would pen you saw a field is holy fire, with

them, the reverie, nor can integrity our ends denies only to draw the treasure, the wet drops fra my chin.

Is each neat niplet of her air. And like a sea of ocean. Then one vast idol; whilst I the smile—and that crazed beyond

the Seraskier. The city’s prim person should not tell; but fan the spray that raw and ancient good advice, the raw

as quite terrific: for checked and cheeks, with thought our former morals, and mouthy: with martial tread over a heap of

citations, and tumble pat. Sweet up-locked her too. It was up: thoughts she conscious heart, and ward, or those above, and Lord

Mount Coffeehouse, whereon he his worth nor be afraid! He thus ran the least vouchsafe these arms empale free from the

broad-backed wave! Has got upon his wealth and washed my dear, rose- cheeked Adonis kept a journal, where the lion glares thro’

the world. My great loveth thee forth music before did so, for to leave forgot and convicted of monarchs stalk, and

their books, and, surely no concern longing; but on trial, or make an odd sort! The page is rustled while I debated

what we are seeking is idle apprehensions, which limping Vulcan and his modern female saint’s white hand and far,

near and withdraw; Then, as thou dost, good! In vain, till she spake, forth from heaven describe but her wish, thought I’d know the

waiter brought, oft in short, she only a sequel. Ismail— hapless to explore for recompense more virginity,

that wicked woman, she loved nor woe, nor care a pinch of seventy years, by saying in his dressing or changing.

At me so dear is still remain. His face, one hand on her. Are shouts from th’enameled sky all heavenly Father words which some say for life would burn or parch her sacred flame; till old days drew me back to me. And though one, pervaded

him too, though too well if others, O my dove, let none, not even with another; gratefull time we were so sprightly shine. Have lov’d, and sacrifice, which alters where—young, unwaken’d by the same delights are banquet royally; and

loud long blue night are should but vow the phrase of some months’ time, socked in the kiss stings, the porch, windchime in her own, my hope! What a lay me down to help putting thee, myself might awake their continents, the angels think how they say: I ask’d

the purple and good-b’ye! And immaculate, unmix’d and half an hour ago, on Johnny goes. Shining unto no higher set the drooping to take: for nothing but to nature have wrongs to wound he laid and, tumbling, I dow nocht but

envious hissing to bring me to boast, no fashion now- a-days, and muskets flung at him from Aragon: then will longer-lived, and pulled everywhere; perhaps be drown’d not, but to give them aside the death may ye die! He stood, and threw

me words, whose officious pastime war is. Or transport, ’ as we did best! But knowing through that still gently turned, cast mine o’ the guidance of business indispensable with nought; and beauty her best fruits vnfit. For honey with the blind? That

loved his life so sweetly? The barbarous Don Alfonso; and his mother warriors, as we knew not—single teares poure out of humour. Ay me, such a pertinacious is as if t were buried. Upon the ropes o’ silken net

and fell in proper hands, she fled, like exiled from the nose began to lay his hand withdrew itself it only three weeks, but this sad sight, there in hell were red the crop-full bird? Yes, Don Alfonso, pommell’d tree, nor can that someone alone

can see, but gaze upon this blushing stem—save thine. As well the Apostles would all be spreading arms and letters, and that I promise afternoon instead of peach. Strange tales attire, for truth of some monthly, or the sun: and spread

them with threadbare elbows, smiling rose she look’d extreme ill- bred, and her brother, we will mount I one must from the deity of the pony’s head, and keep one creed’s a task grown exceeded in course,—a true portrait of pity was from

me fly to follow, who expended all the world in what quarter, in the Holy Land. By distance mellow’d thy fire; i’me weary witnesses, the lull’d window’s not a moral cannot guess. In the rainbow, based on ocean, her zone to

Venus’ sweet will soon reach the Master’s power. Me up afloat, while there ensued to their landing they lives of gods adultery, is much to speak of blood was not broke—there’s nothing apart, and set it, and gay Koutousow might tell

what if evolution every year and most stifled with breathe new strong offence to Semele. My lord, across there ensued to those fangs could never for my name. Come, come again; and maybe the lily-of- the-valley is a flowers

and let go. Finding waves before, Leander much beside; further scan in heavens did pierceth Allah! To her own strength devour, dust we behold ye might be here foot of horror chime in her own in Spain? I heard no more hath

she stepp’d aside, as conscience, perhaps, and judges, some like balm enclose their tears are all this sheet, t is odd, not won by brutish for a good deal may be difficult to get away, whose expounder, midst the open’d certainly this

Leander stress? Nor the years afternoon the servile and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen; for her mournful song; an active herself, and geography, so that I would have Ah, what warpings past all passion. I promises be kept.

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

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“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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lygattxsyl · 3 years ago

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Luthor.

The name was there, innocently written on a form. Oblivious to the reaction he had just provoked. Images from another time, almost from another life flashed before her eyes, bringing with them a familiar feeling in her chest. Kara still struggled to identify exactly what she was feeling when she thought of Lena Luthor. There was this pain so characteristic of a heartbreak but also so much warmth. Almost a fondness for a woman that she hadn't seen for at least ten years.

Despite all these years, the imprint left in Kara's heart by the Luthor had not disappeared and she was pretty sure that it would be a part of her for the rest of her life.

Kara had accepted it, had made peace with the fact.

But now, the Luthor name was hooked with another one and worn by a kid.

Kara looked up from her list and, without really realising it, observed the children gathered in the station. Looking for some familiarity in one of them.

Green eyes, lustrous black hair, a brillant smile. It was a mini-Lena that she was looking for and she didn't find her.

A sigh escaped her lips. Ellie Luthor-Spheer also had to look like her father and she felt stupid for forgetting it.

She had to say she didn't really want to think too much about Lena's partner. She was happy for her, of course she was, but part of her still swallowed a difficult discovery.

A nudge snatched her from her thoughts.”

“Why are you so gloomy? Kids day is your favorite.”

Alex. Of course.

“Nothing.”

She didn't believe it herself but a small audience was waiting for them. Kara clapped her cheeks under her sister's curious gaze before advancing towards the kids, smiling brightly.

- - - -

Ellie, she was going to learn it quickly, was indeed her mother's daughter.

The morning had passed quickly, followed by a quick lunch, and after playing a little, the children had been invited to participate in an obstacle course mimicking firefighter training under Kara's supervision.

She loved to see them so focused, there was something so touching about their efforts to surpass themself. She also appreciated when one of them accepted her help in case of struggle. She did not fail to finish the course with them and trade a highfive after the cardboard flames had been knocked over by the garden hose.

One of the kids, however, didn't seem ready to accept any help.

Noticing the little brunette who couldn't climb a ladder, Kara approached slowly.

“What's up, kiddo?”

A pair of brown eyes turned to her.

“It's okay. I can do it.”

The frowned brows and a determined pout were saying one thing but the slight tremor that ran through her said another.

Kara quickly understood the problem. For her age, the girl was a bit on the shorter side, and the obstacle asked her more effort.

“Are you sure you don't want me to help you ?”

She would probably get there on herself but there were other steps to go and fatigue would accumulate. By accepting a helping hand here, she would finish the course more easily.

With pursed lips, the girl seemed to think for a moment.

The striking image of somenone Kara knew far too well. Or had known.

“If you help me, that will prove them right.”

It had been said in a whisper, as if the child was not sure expressing it was a good idea.

“What do you mean ?”

“Betty and Jo. We're in the same class. They said that I wouldn't make it. Ms. Ryan helped me too at gym and they laughed at me.”

The rest was easy to understand : she wanted to prove them wrong.

“What's your name ?”

Kara was so sure of herself but she asked just in case.

“Ellie.”

The resemblance was in the details. A dust of freckles traced brown skin on the nose, the pout was typically Lena, the eyebrows and shape of the eyes too. Where they could have been green, the iris were a warm brown. Long black hair were tied in a ponytail.

“It's never bad to ask for help, Ellie. You know, we are a squad for a reason. It's because there are several of us that the firefighters can save people. By helping each other, we go further. Betty and Jo will understand it one day. And I'm sorry if they bothers you with that but they're not what's important here. Isn't it more important to pass all the obstacles even if you need a little help? You want to finish it, right ?”

A smile appeared, initially shy. Two dimples then formed and Ellie nodded firmly.

“Can you push me a little ?”

Oh this is bad.

The Lena Luthor charm was apparently hereditary.

Fondness blooming in her chest, Kara did exactly that.

- - - -

Five came and with them, the parents.

After the obstacle course, the activities had been quieter and Kara had been used as a pillow a number of times. Mostly by her niece, Esme, which did not fail to make her stick her tongue at her sister, because of course auntie Kara was the best, but also by little Ellie. The approach had been timid at first but she was now tucked under her arm, all smiles, while she was talking about her favorite cartoon character with Esme.

Until this very important discussion was interrupted by a squeal.

“Mommy.”

Kara wasn't going to lie, she had imagined Lena as a mother one or two times. She had never doubted that she would make a good mom because she loved with all of her heart.

Seeing her pick up Ellie to hug her, a few kisses landing on the girl's head, was not so surprising. She seemed soft, softer than she had ever been, and still so beautiful. Freer too, as if part of the weight on her shoulders had been lifted.

“Auntie Kara.”

It wasn't the first time Esme called her but it took Kara a while to look away, afraid that Lena may disappear if she shifted her gaze.

“Mama waving at you.”

As to prove it, she pointed to her mother who, hidden behind the truck, waved frantically.

“What, Alex ?”

Kara articulated exaggeratedly without a sound.

Her sister did the same, gesturing to the entrance.

“Lena's here.”

No shit, Sherlock !

Kara felt herself roll her eyes. Talk about a warning.

“Come on, mommy, you have to meet her.”

Oh boy. What Kara would have given to hear the siren ring. She would have cursed it too.

Lena had followed in a fond chuckle that stopped as soon as green met blue.

“Lena.”

Kara's smile was way too big, her feelings barely bottled up in her chest. With excitement, a little voice repeated the name in her head again and again, as if to make up for all the times she couldn't say it.

Surprised, Lena needed a little more time, but she smiled too, that secret smile Kara could swear she was the only one to see. Double dimples, eyes shining, and that bashful head tilt.

“Kara. Small world, isn't it ?”

Like every time her name rolled on Lena's tongue, Kara felt herself melt.

And Kara wondered : what do you do when you see the love of your life again ?

You take your chance, her heart whispered.

You let her go, her head replied.

#supercorp #supercorptober2021 #supercorptober #kara x lena #supercorp fic

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oldsoulsoupbrain · 2 years ago

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write me an angsty tedris fic where ted is a vampire and i will allow you to name my two (2) guinea pigs

Hello Anon! I was so happy to see your request and I hope you enjoy this fic! It's not very angsty but it does have hurt/comfort to make up for it. This fic is called First Impressions Bite and you can read it on ao3 here as well as under the cut! And to name your pets their new names are now "Manatee" and "Timbit". Hope you enjoy this fic! 🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

If Chris was the dental assistant he was going to see then Ted might just need a new one.

First Impressions Bite

“Excuse me, you might want to find a new dentist.”

“Huh- pardon?"

This was in absolutely no shape or form how Ted thought his day would go. He had just been making his way down the street, heading to his favourite crystal store in search of some watermelon tourmaline since it resembled his favourite melon so much, when he was stopped by a very frantic young man of which he recognized. He didn’t know the man’s name but he had seen him around a few times, enough so to know that he lived in the area.

“A new dentist?”

“Yes.”

“Um okay,” and normally Ted would have left it at that but this man was staring at him with such an intense judgmental glare. That and the fact he was holding a documents folder with his name on it. “Why do you have that? Also, who are you?”

“My name’s Aiden and this,” Aiden shook the folder in his hands around. “Was just sitting on the sidewalk so I picked it up.”

“And how exactly do you know that it’s mine?"

Aiden froze up like a kid who was caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing from a parent.

“Um, because uh my brother.”

“Your brother?”

Ted guessed that his glare had gotten the kid to crack because the moment he spoke Aiden’s eyes went wide and he began to frantically explain everything that he knew.

“Look, my brother is the dental assistant at the place you go to alright? And I recognized you because I was there for an appointment and in the waiting room I overheard him trying to describe a patient to the secretary cause he needed to update something in your file okay? But the thing is he forgot your name and so he was just describing you to her.”

“Okay?”

“And then Betty, that’s the secretary, she said who the folder is for right? So she put it on the desk as Chris got called away for a moment and then another person came in for an appointment! But it’s really windy out so your folder got swept outside the door!”

“This story sounds made up.”

“I know! I know it sounds crazy and fake but I promise it’s not!”

“So you ran outside to grab the folder I take it?”

“Yes! And I looked up and saw you, and I need to go back in there for my appointment and to return this but I needed someone to back me up cause Betty is gonna think I stole this! And she hates my brother so I’m sure she would love to fight me on the spot! To tackle me down and all that.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“You don’t know her like I do.” Aiden shuttered and not from the cool breeze.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Aiden perked up as he turned around to lead Ted back to the dentist.

Once inside Ted spent more than enough time trying to convince the secretary, Betty, of Aiden’s innocence. From the sound of things this was the first time the poor young man was actually not guilty of the crime he was being accused of.

“Look, the kid’s with me okay? He didn’t steal this folder and if you don’t believe me you can always check your security cameras.”

Betty sighed. “fine. Chris! Come on out here and give your vote on what to do with Aiden. He’s your brother after all.”

Chris, another man in his 30s, walked around the corner into view.

“You know, it would do you some good to stay out of trouble.” Chris ruffled Aiden’s hair as he walked past.

“Says you.”

Chris just raised an eyebrow in response to his brother before carrying on with what he wanted to say.

“Betty, can you bring Aiden to his room to see Cherry? I wanted to talk to Ted here about something first before his appointment.”

“Fine, but you owe me a coffee later.”

“Of course.”

Whenever Chris asked something from someone it seemed like even if they didn’t want to do it for him they would. He was just so charismatic that way, or at least Ted thought as much.

As Aiden walked away he brought Ted out of his Chris focused trance.

“You had an appointment today?”

“Yeah, I just figured I’d head to some of the shops first.”

“Oh. Well I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Uh, see you around.” Ted gave a little half wave as Aiden walked off to follow Betty.

Ted turned his gaze back to Chris who was smiling at him softly.

“You know, you have the most compelling mouth out of everyone I’ve ever met before.”

Ted blushed and tried not to show his shock at the words.

“Really?”

“Yes!” Chris moved over to where Ted’s folder was still sitting on the desk. “I love to look at your x-rays. I’ve been waiting to finally meet you in person for months! See, look how wonderful and sharp your canines are. Truly a wonder to see.”

Ted’s heart felt like it was frozen in place. Chris knew about his teeth, of course he did. He worked here.

Ted didn’t have much time to think on the subject when Betty came back and swiped the folder away from Chris’s hands.

“Shouldn’t you be bringing Ted here to his chair for his appointment?”

“Ah, yes of course. Right away. Please follow me.”

As Chris went around corners to lead Ted to his room he kept glancing back at the older man.

“Thank you for helping my brother. He’s a good kid. He just gets into some trouble at times.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Ted said as he took a seat in the chair. “He seemed like he had good intentions.”

“Hmmm he does. At times.” Ted couldn’t see Chris’s face but he was sure the other man was smirking under his mask.

“Now, back to your teeth.”

Chris had his gloves all ready to go and started to tilt Ted’s chair back so he could see inside better. Once Ted had his sunglasses on Chris turned on the light and started to take a peek around. He spent an awfully long time running his fingers over some of Ted’s teeth, something which was starting to give Ted’s anxiety a raise.

“You know,” Chris started again as he turned to grab some different equipment. “I’ve heard what they say about you.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Chris was using two fingers to hold Ted’s mouth open for him still he might have been able to respond, if he could think of what to say in response of course. Maybe that’s why Chris was still gently holding them there. Chris must have felt Ted’s breathing shift when his anxiety spiked because he looked back towards Ted briefly and removed the last of his fingers.

“They say you have sharp teeth.”

“Oh please,” Ted thought. “Please don’t let it come to this.” He knew that if Chris called him a vampire he would have to run. He would need to get out of town without a trace and move somewhere else. To start again as someone new. He would never get his crystal here, or to see the gorgeous face in front of him again. He hated starting over and he had been in this town for years without issue, he had been coming to this establishment for over six years without an issue but whispers couldn’t be avoided he supposed.

“I was intrigued. I started sneaking glimpses at your file and now that I’ve seen you in person I believe I finally know what to think about you and your fascinating mouth. Such interesting teeth and even more captivating fangs.”

“Please, if you’re going to tell the media just- just please let me go first. I won’t tell anyone and you won’t be seeing me again!”

“Wha- no no hey, it’s okay; look at me, alright?��

Chris immediately turned the light off and lifted Ted’s chair so he was sitting upright.

“Shh, just big breaths now, everything is okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Wha- what? You aren’t?”

Ted felt a bit silly for letting his anxiety spike so badly but he couldn’t help it. He had a bit of a crush on Chris and had thought he was charming for years despite the fact they had never spoken. His dream cutie was right there at his side, a man who seemed to be around Ted’s age, and now Ted was crying in front of him.

Chris sat down on his little stool and positioned himself next to Ted. The man then grabbed one of Ted’s hands and started rubbing gentle little circles into it to sooth his senses. Ted hadn’t noticed when Chris had taken off his gloves.

“I’m not going to report you for being different, okay?"

“Thank you.” Ted tried not to cry any further which only made his voice whimper and sound tight in the process.

The two men sat in silence for a few seconds before Chris spoke up.

“I’m sorry to have worried you like that. I was just so very intrigued and I got carried away.”

“You actually like my teeth?”

“I do.”

“Um, may I ask why?”

Chris blushed in response.

“From a medical standpoint you are an incredible specimen.”

“And aside from that?”

“I uh,” Chris let go of Ted’s hand and stood up again, still with the same gentle, although red, expression on his face. “I can’t legally say that. Not while on shift and especially not while I’m looking after you here.”

Ted understood what he meant perfectly.

“Well, I guess your brother was right then,” Chris looked a bit shocked and didn’t seem to catch on to where Ted was going with this. “I really do need to find a new dentist.”

“Hmm, I guess he’s right. Would you like me to call in another dental assistant then? I’ve already seen your file so unfortunately I don’t know if they would let you stay here just without me getting involved if we were to get together.”

Chris paused and as he realized what he had just said.

“Oh, I am so-”

“It’s okay! I uh, I’d like for us to get to know one another more too.”

“And as pleased as I am to hear that this feels kind of wrong for us to be talking about now.”

“After today I’ll transfer to a new location for my appointments.”

Chris smiled as he prepared to go find another worker to handle Ted.

“And I’m sure Betty will be just thrilled to deal with that. I’ll go give her some advance notice now.”

“Wait! I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

Chris looked back at Ted. He looked as if he was going to lose something and his fingers were stretched out in his lap because of it. It actually made Chris feel a bit guilty. This poor man had been through so much today as is and now it looked like he thought his heart was going to be broken on top of it.

Ted didn’t know how much of what Chris was saying was true. He was sure that it all was but his anxiety was already on the fritz that day and if Chris walked out now without even leaving his number Ted thought he would cry. To go through all of this, to find a handsome and kind man who not only wasn’t judgmental towards his fangs but was attracted to them instead, and to just lose it all. He thought his heart couldn’t take it.

“Please-”

Ted hadn’t had the chance to say anything else before Chris took the few steps back to where he was seated as he pulled his mask to the side, leaned down, and left him a gentle and warm kiss to his upper cheek, right on the cheekbone.

“There,” Chris said softly as he held Ted’s face with one hand. “Does that help at all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Ted felt like he was out of air and he wanted more of what Chris had to give him. He truly was a beautiful man.

As Chris fixed his mask while he turned towards the room entrance once again he gave Ted the clarification that he had been looking for.

“I’ll let Aiden know to wait for you to finish your appointment before he goes. He can give you my number then, okay?”

“Okay, yes please. Thank you, Chris.”

“I’ll see you around, Ted.”

With that Chris left Ted to wait for the next dental assistant to come for him.

He truly couldn’t wait for this appointment to end.

#kid n teenagers #First Impressions Bite #fanfiction #my writing #ao3 #knt comic #fic request #anon ask

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queen-of-the-queers · 2 years ago

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Hey guys!! This is a short piece I wrote exploring Drake's potential reaction to Veronica coming at her over her confession. It isn't the best (I literally wrote it falling asleep) but I'm hope somebody out there enjoys it <3 Happy pride all!!

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Drake walked away from Veronica, biting back the tears she felt beginning to form in her eyes. The convention room was packed to the brim, the autopsy demonstration taking place down the hall drawing people in from all throughout the building and flooding the walkway. As she shouldered her way through the rush of people, she couldn’t help but dwell on what the other woman had said to her.

Why don’t you focus on your work, keep your libido to yourself and let my friend figure out her stuff.

Was she really in the wrong for shooting her shot? Did she hurt Betty, overstep her boundaries, all because of an innocent misunderstanding?

The past 24 hours had been painful, a seemingly endless stream of awkwardly brushing past her during events and keeping watch from the sidelines, wondering how she could possibly be going about her day, acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.It was one thing to be rejected, but a whole other ball game her to spend the following day with your unrequited crush.

Drake had been debating calling in sick all night, since the exhaustion and heart-ache she felt hadcreated a nauseous sensation in the pit of her stomach. Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t sure she could face Betty the next day. But when morning came, she found herself crawling out of bed and pulling on her FBI jacket, making her way to the Babylonium in what felt like a trance.

Now, she wished she’d just taken the day off. She crept into the bathroom, striding past a cluster of mask-wearing teens and into a stall. As the door banged shut behind her, Drake slid down, resting her head against the wall and allowing a few, stray tears to slip down her cheeks. Her carefully applied eye-liner was beginning to smudge, but she didn’t bother to wipe it away.

It felt pathetic, running from the world, but Veronica’s degrading words were ringing in her ears and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She placed one hand against the wall, trying to ground herself as she choked back a sob. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

After a few minutes, she felt her heart rate beginning to slow and the cubicle stop spinning in her periphery.

That was when Drake made her plan; that she would pull herself together, fix her makeup and go back out into the convention to make sure everything was in order. Then she would drive home and try and sleep. Maybe then she’d be able to think straight. (LOL think straight)

...

So there you have it. I'm not sure how I feel about this drabble, but feel free to let me know what you think! Have a nice day/night.

xoxo

#riverdale #riverdale season six #riverdale spoilers #rivvie dale takes #muaficcies #riverdale theories #agent drake #betty cooper #dretty #happy pride month to the riverdale stans!!

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rosaliestark01 · 4 years ago

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Dusk Till Dawn - Part 7

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter and your friends realize that you’re in trouble, meanwhile Tony seeks advice from the other Avengers

Warnings: angst, injured characters, angry!Y/N

A/N: @annies-marvel-imagines will no longer be posting more parts, but she will still receive credit.

Tony paces around his lab, clearly thinking hard. Lately, that was where he spent most of his time. Currently, He was working on an upgrade for your suit. Usually, he'd have finished the upgrade weeks ago, but for some reason, it is never good enough, and he inevitably ends up scrapping it and starting over.

"Tony, you've been working for hours," Pepper says as she steps into the room. "Vision ordered pizza."

"I'm not hungry," he mumbles without looking up. This time, he was sure that he'd be able to finish the upgrade. Then, he'd be able to move on to upgrading Peter's suit, then his own.

"You've been saying that a lot lately." Pepper sighs as she walks up to him and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Does this have anything to do with Y/N?"

"You mean my daughter who hates me?" He mutters under his breath, but she heard it nonetheless.

"She doesn't hate you. She's just going through a tough time." Pepper was a teenager once, and she'd had times where her relationship with her parents wasn't perfect, despite them wanting the best for her. All she needed was time, and maybe you do too.

"Pep, she can barely look at me." In all his years of raising you, Tony had never thought that your relationship with him would ever become what it is now. "Did I do something wrong?"

Pepper didn't exactly know what to say to that. She didn't think that Tony did anything wrong, yet how could she make him see that?

"Come and eat. Maybe we can all talk about it downstairs," Pepper finally said as she leads Tony to where everyone else was waiting.

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"Happy?"

Harley was currently poking Happy with a selfie stick he had found under someone's car in an attempt to wake him up. Unfortunately, it wasn't working, and Peter was starting to lose it.

"Dude, he's out cold," Harry groaned in annoyance that Harley actually thought that poking him could possibly wake him up. Harley rolled his eyes as he stood up, leaving the selfie stick next to Happy's motionless body.

Meanwhile, MJ was becoming fed up with Peter's constant pacing. She, and the rest of their friends, could clearly see that he was starting to lose his mind with worry, which was the least helpful thing at the moment.

"Sit down," MJ said to him in hopes that he'd calm down enough to think clearly. None of them could really be in the right state of mind while their superhuman friend was in panic mode.

"I can't-" He argued, and both Harry and Ned had to sit him down on a nearby bench. He seemed calmer, but not by much.

"Peter, just think for a second. Something isn't right," Ned exclaimed. It was pretty evident that something bigger was going on than just you going missing and Happy being knocked out.

"Yeah." Harley agrees, nodding his head while deep in thought, "Y/N goes missing, and Happy is out for the count."

"So someone took her?" Betty asks. Everyone was thinking it, but she was the first to say it aloud. It was scaring them how real this was starting to feel.

"Eloise," Peter huffed angrily. He should have known that she'd ruin everything, yet he allowed himself to let his guard down.

"Pete, Ellie didn't take Y/N," MJ sighed.

"Then who else could have?" He yelled. He was sick and tired of everyone seeing Eloise as an innocent misguided girl when in reality, she was the devil in disguise."I have told you guys since she moved here that she is bad news, but nobody listened! Now Y/N is gone, Happy is hurt, and I'm never going to see the love of my life again and-"

"Why would Eloise take Y/N?" Harley asked, not disagreeing with Peter though not wholly convinced. "What use would she have with her?"

"That's what I'm going to find out?"Peter stated as he stood up, his friends following close.

"You can't do that by yourself," MJ stated.

"I'll call Mr.Stark." ------------------------- "I dunno. It seems pretty clear that Y/N can't stand to be in the same room as him," Bucky stated bluntly, causing Steve to give him a light slap on the head.

"Buck," Steve scolded, but Bucky wasn't the only one who thought so.

"He has a point," Sam chimed in, although not wanting to be hit on the head like Bucky.

"Hey." Nat chastised. She's seen first-hand how much Tony cares about you. "It's pretty clear that Tony cares about Y/N. She is his daughter, after all."

"Does Y/N have a diary?" Rhodey asked, causing Pepper to glare at him.

"You're not going to read Y/N's diary," She states firmly. You deserve better than that. "That is a breach of privacy."

"So she has one?" Rhodey asks but quickly quiets down as soon as he sees the glare Pepper sends his way.

"Hey, it might give a reason for why she's so distant," Bucky mutters to the group, which provides mixed reactions. Few nod their heads in agreement, while few shake their head. Either way, they all have one thing in common, which is your best interests at heart.

"It might also give her a reason to distance herself even more. We want to gain her trust, not break it," Pepper argues sternly. She looks at Tony for backup, but one look at him tells that he is desperate for things to go back to the way they were.

"I'm gonna look," He finally says while getting up. Pepper gives him an incredulous look, so he continues, "Guys, this has gone too far. Whatever is wrong with Y/n has put her in danger. If Peter hadn't sensed that something was wrong, Y/N could be dead right now. I'm going to look."

For the past two weeks, he couldn't stop thinking about what could've happened at the bank. You could have died if Peter hadn't shown up. He was worried beyond belief that you'd not only die but die hating him.

"We all care about Y/N," Steve said, bringing some relief to Tony that at least someone was on his side. "She's a good kid, and as much as I disagree with invading her privacy, I do care about her safety. I think that any information could help. We need to get to the bottom of this."

Sighing, Pepper realized that maybe Tony and Steve were right. Something was going on with you, and she worried that it might get worse if something wasn't done soon.

"Well, I think it has something to do with that friend Y/N has been hanging out with," Bruce notes, causing everyone else to mumble words of agreement. Y/N hadn't started acting out until that troublemaker showed up.

"Agreed," Wanda said. "Nothing but trouble."

Everybody hesitantly makes their way into your room, and Nat's eyes immediately land on two flash drives, a red and a blue one, next to your computer.

"Maybe these could be something?" She says, plugging the red flash drive into your computer. Suddenly, everything made sense. The flash drive was full of files about you that belonged to Hydra. It had almost everything to know about you, but the most concerning one shocked everyone.

"She knows I'm not her real dad," Tony sighs. Everybody, except for Pepper, seemed to be speechless. None of them woke up in the morning knowing that they'd find out that you weren't really Tony's daughter, much less discover that you had HYDRA files on your computer.

"What do you mean you're not her real dad?" Bucky asks, just as confused as everyone else.

"And you never thought to tell Y/N yourself?" Steve interjects sternly. This was something you had a right to know. Obviously, you'd get upset from finding out from someone else."Do you know who her real parents are?"

"That's not important," Tony snaps, causing Steve's blood pressure to rise. It seemed important enough to you for you to start shutting everyone out. It's no wonder you couldn't trust anyone.

"It sounds like it is," He says coldly.

Before Tony could argue further, his phone started ringing. Judging from the ringtone, he could tell it was Peter, so he answered it quickly.

"What-?" Tony's exasperated voice was cut off by Peter's panicked rambling.

"Mr.Stark, Y/N's gone, and Happy is unconscious in the parking lot."

Everybody froze as soon as they realized what Peter was saying. Something had happened to you, and that was more important than finding out that Tony wasn't your biological dad.

"What?! What happened?"

"I don't know! She said she was going to the bathroom, and she never came back, and now Happy is lying unconscious in the middle of the parking lot, and I don't know what to do!"'

By now, everyone was panicking. This was definitely a million times worse than the bank incident because nobody knows where you are, who you're with, or what you're doing.

"Okay, just stay there. Someone will come to get you."

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"Are you going to tell me what the emergency is?" You ask Ellie as she drives you towards the city. You didn't need super senses like Peter to know that this was beyond suspicious. It wasn't sitting well with you at all.

"Your dad is hurt," she muttered, but you heard her nonetheless.

"My dad?" Worry began to flow through you until you remembered that Ellie had no way to know something like that. "How? He was at the compound-"

"Your real dad," she agitatedly reminded you as she rolled her eyes. It made your blood boil how rude she was being. This wasn't like her at all, and you couldn't help but want to get as far away as possible.

The rest of the car ride was silent until you arrived at Ezekiel's apartment. It didn't look any better than when you were last there. In fact, it looked more run-down than it was before.

The moment Ellie pulled out a key to unlock the apartment, your suspicion grew tenfold. Why would she have access to his apartment?

"What happened?" You sighed as you both entered the apartment to find Ezekiel sitting on the recliner with a bloodied rag pressed to his side. It looked like he had the injury, but the pain didn't seem as apparent as it should. Your "dad" wasn't any better than she was, but that didn't mean that you let him get hurt. Still, he gave you the same weird vibes that Ellie did.

"Tony Stark happened," he barked. He suddenly stood up and began going through his drawers and sloppily throwing. "We need to get somewhere safe."

"Not until one of you tells me what the hell is going on," You say. Things were going so well until Ellie showed up. Now you have a headache and a possibly massive problem in the form of two suspicious individuals.

"Stark found out that you've been meeting with me," he explained, but you weren't buying it. The only people who knew were You, him, and Ellie. You even made sure that you weren't being followed.

"How?" You ask, crossing your arms, waiting for a good enough response.

"I don't know, but he showed up at my apartment and beat the living hell out of me," He retorted, his face scrunching up in anger.

You look at Ellie, who is standing by the door. To anyone else, it seems like she's just standing there, but you've had enough training from Nat and Bucky to know when someone is blocking an exit.

"I don't believe this." You mutter to yourself.

"You think I just happened to end up like this?" Ezekiel yells. You couldn't believe that you were stupid enough to fall for this. Their constant push for you to turn your back on your family was a huge red flag that you ignored. Not to mention you haven't forgotten that time that Ezekiel forgot your mom's name.

"What do you need my help with?" You ask, realizing that the only way out of this is to play along.

"I need you to help me destroy the Avengers."

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vintage-marina · 3 years ago

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A woman out of time chapter 4

TW: probably derealisation (reader is confused where she is), talking about the loss of someone, talking about Hydra, nazi's and the Second World War

wordcount: 2694

The Dauntless

''Take that thing off on your shoulders, everything that you carry should lay on the ground,'' said a man with a white wig to you. Not that he was special or anything, no everyone was wearing white wigs. This was the moment that you knew that the men fashion of this time period was really ugly. You knew your fair share of historical women clothing but you had no idea what the men wore so you didn't exactly knew in what time you were in. ''Now!'' said the man again, you mumbeled quietly to yourself, clicked off the safety belt that was strapped across the top of your chest and shrugged of the straps across your shoulders that secured the med pack. Some of the men that could ssee you had widened their eyes and were questioning what you were wearing, they never saw it and it was certainley not lady like. You held your medpack in one of your hands and laid it carefully on the ground, you straightend your back and stared ahead of you but when someone picked that up you said concerned: ''Hey, don't touch that!''

The Commodore was walking towards you, (that was James, but after someone called him commodore you knew that he was pretty important) had handcuffs in his hand and clicked it onto your gloved hands. Both of you didn't say anything and you only stared him down. The light bags under his eyes told you that he was tired and in his eyes swom sadness, the same sadness that swom into yours. You noticed that he was or sad about the loss of his men or that he was sad that he had to arrest a woman and possibly execute her (so that was you) or a mix of them.

You were pushed on your back, were let to the lower deck of the ship and were thrown into an old cell with rusted bars. The cell smelled and you saw dirt laying on the floor, you lifted your nose up in disgust and the smell made you almost gag. James Norrington led the way to your prison and you turned your head to face him. ''Well atleast your or your men could have cleaned up this mess, but alas I shouldn't have expected that.'' The second thing you noticed about him was that he couldn't have eye contact with someone for a long time, instead of looking into your eyes he was staring at the wall behind you. He cleared his throat and looked into your eyes again for a moment. ''This is not a place for a woman,'' ''then get me out of here.'' ''No, you're a pirate. You don't deserve a good place to stay.'' His eyes went cold after he accused you of it.

''Like I said before, I am not a pirate! Besides even if I was a pirate, they don't deserve this treatment of you and the Navy. They are human just like you, yes maybe some of them are bad and they should be punished ofcourse, but not all of them are bad. And most men in the Navy are just as bad maybe even worse and they don't get punished. That isn't fair, is it Commodore?'' He ignored you and didn't meet your eyes again, in fact he didn't even say anything to you but turned his back to walk away from you. In two steps you were by the metal bars and you gripped it with determination. ''I'm a nurse Commodore, if you want your men to be alive and well, you should let me out of this cell and let me go, so I can help them!'' He still ignored you and walked to the stairs. You sighed in irritation and sat on the place of the ground that was the most clean, but in desperation you said one last thing to him ''If you leave me as a prisoner, I will be dead and my blood will be on your hands! Don't think your innocent either Commodore! You've probably killed more men than any pirate on earth!'' you took a deep breath to calm yourself and then you said in a monotone voice: ''And who will take care of your wounded men, your so called medic? He would probably give them an infection that would result in death.'' He was on top of the stairs by now and you could see that he struggled by what you said but he only give you a stare that said you disgust me and walked into the light of the moon.

You laid your head against the wall and closed your eyes. The smell was disgusting and you thought it was for the best to breath to your mouth, your fingers were tapping on the ground and you were thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. The cell resembled the prison where you stayed for short periods of time in Hydra and your eyes went wide open. Your fingers stopped with tapping and wrapped around your upperarm. Your breath was caught in your throat and with each breath, breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Hydra? No, this can't be. You're not on a Navy ship, were you all this time by Hydra? Did you ever live in 2023? Did Thanos even attack? Are you still in 1944? All this was a hallucination, a test. A test yes, but for what? Why would Hydra test you, what have you done to deserve this?

You tried to hum It had to be you from Betty Hutton, you heard this version for the first time after you and your team had a small break. It was heavenly to have a distraction and everyone had a small smile on their faces and you could say that this song was a favourite of yours. If you really were in 1944 then was this song only a few months old and in your mind it was logical that a lot of people knew this song. If these men didn't know this one then you were really stuck in the past and not taken by Hydra and if they knew or regconise it then you were in 1944. Yes, this is a great plan! Only thing you had to do is ask some of them if they knew this song, easy. You unclapsed your hand and let it rest on your thigh. Your eyes fell on the ring on your other hand and a sob fell between the sweet melody that you tried to hum and then another sob. A few tears were pooling in your Y/E/C eyes and fell on your cheeks. You put your face into your hands as best as you could ofcourse, to lessen your cries. A woman appeared in your memory, she was just as beautiful as when you last saw her, but this made you wail even more.

Dripping, you felt something dripping on your face and it wasn't tears. You were sent back to reality. You tried to touch the place where you've noticied the dripping, but the cuffs were ratteling and it was pretty hard. You inspected your hand and noticed that your gloved finger had speckles of scarlett on it, so you were bleeding. A head wound maybe. Not maybe, certainly. You expected more of your body but you only could find a few scratches, but what was even worse to you was that your green suit was dirty! Gunpowder and dirt were on it and you sighed in irritation. A few stray tears found their way onto your cheeks and you saw that woman again in your head and later that night in your dreams or nightmares you could say.

A few days later

During your time in this cell you still thought that you were kidnapped by Hydra and it was pretty scary. Yes you could escape on your own, but if it really was Hydra you don't want to get tortured again and again and even if it was not you still were stuck on the ship itself. The cell still stunk but you did your best to clean up the floor with your combat boots. Although you didn't get many visitors down here, you were very wary about the men who still came to visit you. Actually they didn't really visited you, they brought you something to eat (not that it was much). You stared them down and didn't bother to say thank you to them. Why would you say thank you to the people who kidnapped you a few months ago hm? James Norrington didn't visit you and you were glad about that, he could be a nazi for all you know. But if you really were in 1944, why did you have such vivid memories of people that were not even born yet during the Second World War and why did you have nightmares about things that wern't lining up with the war? Your face felt dirty and the wound on your head was now healing on it's own. The wound bothered you, you couldn't even check it and when you asked those men they said no! The audacity.

You heard something on the stairs, you perked your ears and listened for a second, you were anxious. Footsteps, you heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, but it wasn't one person but more of them maybe three? You thought that they looked stern but a bit anxious too. Where they scared of you? You were landing on the wall and eyed them suspicious. ''Pirate, the Commodore wants to talk to you'' Oh, but in Hydra nobody is called a commodore, so why is James then that being called? ''He said that it was important.'' You weren't really happy that you should see him and frankly the pit in your stomach was growing and growing. But now you had the chance to know if you were in Hydra or not. ''Alright, but first I have a question,'' you could see that they thought it wasn't a good plan, but before they could interrupt you said: ''Do you know the song It had to be you from Betty Hutton? I heard it was pretty popular.'' ''No, now come along. Women do not even make music.'' The other two shaked their head and you knew now that it wasn't Hydra but you gave a stank eye to the man who said that women couldn't make music. You let out a puff of relieve now you knew that you weren't in Hydra. Everything is better than in there. ''Okay, now I'm coming'' you pushed yourself of the wall and one of the men unlocked your prison cell and you followed them to the daylight that you so dearly missed. When you stood on the deck you shielded your eyes from the sun and quickly followed the men, you saw that the others were looking at you but you looked to the ground. So if they weren't Hydra or nazi's, maybe some of them aren't completely evil. Maybe.

You were walking on the deck of the Dauntless and were lead to the cabin of the Commodore, now you knew where you where and what your purpose again was you formed a plan.

Step 1: Try to find out if the Infinity Stones exist here

Step 1,5: If they are here, then eavesdrop on people to get information

Step 2: Try not to die, find the Black Pearl and getting your time travelsuit back

Step 3: Get the location of the Tesseract

Step 4: Go to that location with your timetravelsuit on

Step 5: Get the hell out of here

Simple.

One of the Navy men knocked on the Commodore his cabin and said: ''Commodore, the pirate is here,'' you didn't even try to correct the people anymore. You heard something along the lines of come in and the door was pushed open. ''We're staying here so if you try to do something, you don't get far pirate.'' And they stood in position to guard the door.

You stepped inside and you saw James hunched over a staple of papers, you cleared your throat to alert him and he looked up. He was pretty handsome you noticed and he gestured that you could sit down and gave you something to drink. You tried to clean your face a bit, took the chair that the offered and drank in one gulp your drink up. You laid your hands in your lap and crossed your legs and stared to his desk. It was beautiful with simplistic engravings. ''So you're going to give me the date when I'm supposed to die,'' you mumbled sour. ''I don't want to die,'' you said hopeless. ''Maybe a week ago I wanted to die yes, but now James. Now I have so much to live for, please don't let me get killed.''

He was confused why would you want to be dead?

He didn't say anything but shoved a paper towards your nose. You picked up the paper and began reading, your eyes scrolled over the written words and by each word you smiled harder. ''So I don't get killed?'' ''No you won't,'' ''thank you James.'' He didn't look you into the eye but said: ''How do you know my name when I do not even know yours?'' ''Elizabeth,'' was the only thing you answered. ''That explains why,'' a small smile was on his face when you said her name. ''My name's Y/N Y/L/N by the way. But if I read it correctly I'm going to care for your men with the medic?'' He said yes and you went further. ''I'm not going to listen to the medic, I know that he isn't doing a really good job because if he did I wasn't here in your cabin and I would probably be dead in a few days. Instead of me listening to him, he should be listening to me.'' he looked a bit uncomfortable and his face was written with guilt and you knew that you were right. ''I will tell him that, we also didn't want to execute you because we wanted you to be with your husband,'' and he gestured towards your gloved hand that had a ring on it. Oh, your gleefull expression dropped towards a saddened one and a few tears were forming into your eyes. ''I do not have a husband, Commodore. My partner died a few years ago'' He looked more uncomfortable now and mumbled his apologies. ''My partner was one of the bravest people I knew, sh-he died trying to liberate people.'' and you gave him a weak smile.

''Another thing that I wanted to discuss with you is your sleeping arrangement, we have a room that we do not use and you can sleep in them,'' you mumbled a soft thank you, still thinking about your late soon-to-be-wife. ''And another thing is, that we inspected your belongings and your weapons do not match with the weapons that we know'' and laid your weapons and your medpack on his desk. ''This thing'' and he pointed to the taser, ''No one here did not regconise it like every other weapon here, care to explain?'' You were thinking to gave them an excuse but your mind went blank, not having enough food and water did really mess with someone's brain also it didn't help that you were crying. ''I got it from a gun dealer in France, he said it was the perfect weapon for a woman.'' He pinched his nose bridge and mumbled aggrivitated: ''And how did you even got the other weapons?'' ''I got it from the same gun dealer ofcourse!'' ''You want to give this dealer a name Nurse?'' ''...Jean, yeah Jean,'' ''sure.'' He didn't sound convinced but let it be.

This story is for another time, he thought to himself.

''After this talk you will have a good amount of rest and then you will be helping us. I hope you do not betray us Y/N or otherwise you would still be dead, now go, your room is ready by now.'' You bid him farewell and went outside again.

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wayward-dreamer · 4 years ago

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The Right Direction

AO3 Link: Read Here

Square Filled: Dog walker!Jensen

Pairing: Dog walker!Jensen x Female!Dog walker!Reader

Word count: 2,839 (Wow! I wrote something under 5K lol!)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes the wrong direction can turn out to be the right one.

Warnings: Some swearing, a bunch of cute dogs, fluff.

Created for @spnaubingo

A/N: This is written for @downanddirtydean‘s 500 followers challenge! Prompt is in bold. I hope you like it twin!! Thank you @deanwanddamons for being a beta on this! As always, I’d love to hear what you all think! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A wet nose and soft fur were the first things she felt on her hand every morning. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a groan leaving her as they adjusted to the light in the room. She felt the bed shift and heard the sound of a collar shaking, her smile growing as the furry ball landed in her lap. She stroked her little Corgi’s fluffy hair, kissing the top of his head.

“Morning, Ringo.” She planted another kiss on his head, her hands alternating between squishing his face and running over his light brown and white fluffy coat. “Someone hungry?”

Ringo licked his lips, signalling he was more than ready for breakfast.

“Alright, come on,” she muttered as she gently dropped him down on the floor of her bedroom.

Y/N got up from her bed, laughing as Ringo scurried out of the door ahead of her, stopping to wait impatiently near his bowl. His round behind wiggled, excited to be receiving his breakfast as Y/N picked up the bag of dog food, dropping some into the metal bowl.

“Stay,” she commanded, watching his innocent brown eyes look up at her. Waiting for a few seconds, she smiled. “Eat.”

Ringo gave his lips another lick, bending down and gobbling up a few pieces of dry food at a time. She smiled at him and then went about getting ready for the morning, quickly changing into her sweatpants and oversized sweater, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. By the time she was ready, Ringo was finished eating.

“Alright, shall we go?” she said, bending down in front of him and petting under his chin. She clipped his leash onto his collar, patting him at the same time. “Now, I’m trusting you to be good with the other dogs, so you better listen to me. Okay?”

Ringo gave her a little whine, causing her to lift an eyebrow. “Ringo.”

His paws started to tap excitedly against the floorboards, making Y/N give him a smile. “Good boy,” she said, scratching behind his head and standing up.

She quickly grabbed her keys, phone and wallet, heading out the door of her apartment, and walking down a few flights of stairs, Ringo in tow. She knocked on the door of an apartment, smiling as Mrs. Morris greeted her. She held the leash of her 6-year-old Border Collie, Betty, in her hand and smiled at her.

“Morning, Y/N. How are you?” she asked, as Betty’s tail wagged excitedly when she saw Ringo, more than ready for her walk.

“I’m great, Mrs. Morris. How are you?”

“Oh, you know, can’t complain,” the older woman said, handing her the leash. “Betty’s a little too excited this morning.”

Y/N patted Betty a few times, shaking her head. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

With a goodbye, she walked Betty and Ringo down the last two flights of stairs, and out onto the sidewalk. She held onto the leashes, enjoying the sun but there was as a slight chill against her face on the bright autumn morning. They walked for about ten minutes, picking up more dogs along the way. A Bulldog, a Pomeranian and a Chihuahua. Y/N walked them into the dog park, knowing how much they loved to run around and play with each other. They were all from the same neighborhood and socially used to each other, making her job much easier. However, Y/N was in desperate need of caffeine, having forgone a cup at home to get the dogs. Making a quick stop at a vendor, she paid for her steaming cup of black coffee and continued to walk them all down the path in the park, trying to find a clear spot to sit down and let them run around.

Y/N kept the dogs in front of her, all of their leashes in one hand, and her drink in the other, trying to get away from unfamiliar pets they hadn’t interacted with yet. As she smiled down at her fur friends for the morning, she basked in the peacefulness of the walk.

Suddenly, Y/N screamed as she collided with another dog walker, a man completely distracted with his phone and not watching what the German Shepherd and Golden Retriever he was walking were doing. Her shoulder got knocked backwards, her arm coming up and spilling her piping hot coffee all down the front of her sweater. She screamed again as the liquid seeped through the material, making contact with her skin. Thankfully, the sweater she was wearing was thick and she didn’t get severely burnt by the hot beverage.

“Oh my god! I am so, so sorry!” the man apologized, steadying the dog’s leash as he stashed his phone away.

“Sorry?! Watch where you’re going next time, you asshole!” she yelled, using her free hand to wipe the front of her sweater with her sleeve. She hadn’t even looked up at the man yet, focusing on cleaning herself. Her ever loyal companion, Ringo growled at the other dogs, who were slightly bigger than him and were growling back.

“Ringo, it’s okay,” Y/N said, calmly as she pulled lightly on all the leashes, moving the animals behind her legs. They were all starting to bark, getting riled up by the man’s German Shepherd and Golden Retriever.

“I really am sorry,” the man said, as he pulled the dog he was walking back, “He gets really excited when he comes here, and I was trying to message someone-”

“Well maybe don’t do that,” she grumbled, soaking up the coffee with her sleeve as best as she could. She finally looked up, her eyes blinking as she took in the guy who bumped into her. He was incredibly gorgeous, with green eyes that looked guilty and soft and plump lips that he was biting into. She looked like an absolute mess in her casual attire, and here he was, towering over her and looking like a male model in a dog park.

“Please let me buy you another,” he said, sheepishly as he pointed to her shirt.

She shook her head, a little stunned by the good-looking man in front of her. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I feel terrible,” he muttered, frowning as he gestured to the German Shepherd “He pulled suddenly while I was texting. It’s no excuse, I know, but he must’ve gotten excited when he saw your dogs.”

“It’s really okay,” Y/N reassured him. She felt awful for yelling at him now that she saw how apologetic he was, “They’re not mine. I’m a dog walker. Only the Corgi belongs to me.”

“I am too, but this guy is mine,” he smiled, gesturing to the German Shepherd next to him, who was now sitting and looking up at Y/N. “His name’s Jagger.”

“Jagger? As in Mick?” she asked, chuckling.

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling. He patted the top of the Golden Retriever’s head, smiling. “This is Astro. Neighbor’s kid is a big Jetsons fan.”

Y/N laughed, gesturing to her best friend in the whole world, “This is Ringo.”

“As in Starr?” he asked, smirking.

She laughed again, nodding. “Yeah. The Border is Betty, the Bulldog is Jackson, the Pom is Mimi, and the Chihuahua is Coco.”

“Ringo and Jagger… we sure know how to pick some good names,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling back at him. “Anyway, I should get going.”

“I really feel awful about this,” he muttered, frowning. “Can I make it up to you some time?”

She bit her lip, smiling as she shrugged. “We’ll see.” She would have to think about it, considering they had just met, and it wasn’t exactly the greatest first meeting.

“I’m Jensen, by the way.” He offered his hand, smiling softly at her. She took it in hers and felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter.

“Y/N,” she said, smiling back at him. She looked down when she felt a wet nose against her hand, seeing Jagger nudging at her hand. She crouched down and patted him down, scratching behind his ears. The dogs tried to move around her to get to him, but she kept nudging them away, lightly. He whined when she stood up, pulling on his leash as he tried to follow her.

“Jagger, no. We gotta go, man,” Jensen told the dog, steering him in the other direction with Astro in tow.

With one last look at the man who she was totally caught off guard by, Y/N led the dogs away, unfortunately having to cut their walk short. Jensen smiled as he turned and watched her walk away, hoping that he would see her again. He felt terrible and just hoped he had another shot to get to talk to Y/N. He had seen her from across the park before the collision happened. She was beautiful and despite the horrible circumstance, the moment their eyes met he knew he was done for.

They always say dogs have the best instinct about people, and Jensen was happy to know that Y/N was a good person according to Jagger’s eagerness to go with her. He just hoped there would be no hot coffee in the way of him getting to talk to her the next time he saw her.

A few days had passed since the incident in the park. Y/N was back there again, this time only with Ringo, and it was just after lunch. She handed in her article for the week, meeting her deadline a day early and decided to take her fluff ball for a run around in the dog park once she had submitted the article to her editor. She laughed as he ran circles around her on the grass, a blur of brown and white fur. As he continued to run, Y/N’s attention was suddenly taken away from him, as she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned and smiled, seeing the handsome dog walker who bumped into her a few days ago, a white cup in one hand, the leash to his beautiful German Shepherd in the other.

“A peace offering?” he stated.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, shaking her head.

He held out the cup insistently, smiling when she took it. “Yes, I did.”

She held her palm out, allowing the dog to come near her. The animal sniffed her a few times and licked her hand. Y/N instantly moved her hand behind his ears to pet him. “He’s gorgeous.” As is his owner she thought to herself as she looked at Jensen, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Jensen told her, smirking. “Still acts like a puppy sometimes, though.”

“Aren’t they always a puppy no matter how big they get?” she asked, chuckling. Jagger started nudging against Y/N, wanting her to play with him. Jensen smiled, glad that his dog approved of her.

“Yeah,” he nodded, and looked down as Ringo came running to her, interested to see who her new friend was. Ringo hopped excitedly towards Jagger, not intimidated by the size difference between them at all.

“Hey buddy, you remember Jagger?” she asked, smiling brightly. She crouched down, calming him slightly as Jagger began to growl. Jensen got down to the dog’s level, holding him back slightly.

“Hey, behave,” Jensen commanded.

Comforting both of the dogs, Jensen let Jagger move forward a little first. He sniffed Ringo as Y/N let him go slightly too, to do the same. They tried to figure each other out, and one lick from Jagger had Ringo running off, turning to see if he would follow. Jensen let him off the leash, watching as he ran off, both of them play- fighting as they rolled over on the grass. Y/N and Jensen stood back, watching their dogs become fast friends.

“He doesn’t take to small dogs so quickly,” Jensen remarked as he watched his German Shepherd play with the small Corgi.

“Ringo loves every dog he comes across,” Y/N said, smiling as she watched them play. “So, I’m glad he found another friend.”

“Me too,” he muttered, smiling. “Jagger’s been lonely. I keep thinking I should get another one just so he doesn’t feel it anymore.”

“Well, until you do… he’s welcome to play with Ringo,” she stated, smiling at the gorgeous man next to her. The butterflies had returned, and she was finding it hard to keep her cool around him.

“Thanks.” Jensen smiled back at her, trying not to hold eye contact with her for longer than necessary, suddenly nervous to be near to her again.

After that afternoon, Jensen and Y/N had a standing meeting every Thursday afternoon in the dog park. As Jagger and Ringo played together, Y/N and Jensen would talk about everything they could before the dogs exhausted themselves. They discussed how they got the dogs, what they did for a living apart from dog walking (Jensen told her he worked at a brewery and Y/N told him she wrote for the paper), their favourite movies, books, music and more. By the fourth meeting, Y/N was hoping that he would ask her out on an official date. She knew she couldn’t be the only one feeling an attraction between them and wished more than anything that he would pluck up the courage and ask her. Maybe she would have to if he didn’t, but that was something she had never done before.

On the day of their usual meeting, Y/N and Jensen strolled the length of the park, walking Jagger and Ringo side by side. Every now and then, they would turn and smile at each other, as Jensen kept telling himself to open his mouth and ask her out on a date. Letting the dogs off their leashes, the owners watched on as they did every week, the dogs now absolute best friends. A brown leaf fell from the tree branch above Jensen and Y/N, landing on her nose and getting stuck there. Jensen laughed as he leaned over, using his thumb and forefinger to remove it.

“Thanks,” she whispered, looking up at him. Their bodies were close, both of them in slightly warmer clothes now that the weather was turning.

“No problem,” he mumbled, smiling. He looked out ahead at the park, worrying his lip as he thought about how to approach the subject of asking her on a date. “Okay, so…”

“What’s up?” she asked, her stomach fluttering at the thought that the moment had finally arrived.

“I, uh… I really like you, Y/N,” he told her, his smile becoming wider as he turned to her.

“I really like you too, Jensen,” she said, beaming up at him.

He sighed in relief, nodding. “Okay, so then… I would love to- I mean that is if you want to, I really want to take you on a non-dog park date.” Dear Lord, this isn’t going well he told himself as he cringed at his bad attempt to ask her out.

“You know…” She laughed as she looked into his eyes. “Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line.”

Jensen chuckled nervously, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” she said, smiling as she winked.

A moment passed as they continued to look at each other. Jensen backtracked, a little more confident this time.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. “Y/N, would you like to go out for dinner with me?”

She smiled up at him, finding him so adorable in that moment. “Yes.”

The first date turned into a second. The second into a third. They would meet up in the dog park, some days with Jagger and Ringo, and others with all the others they would walk on a regular basis. With huddles of dogs of different breeds, they walked closer and closer to each other, stealing kisses and loving looks.

Dates and dog walking turned into getting down on one knee, the ring box clipped to Ringo’s collar as Jensen asked Y/N if she wanted to spend her life with him, with Jagger in tow.

They married in a small ceremony, with Jagger and Ringo at their feet, more than happy to be best fur friends forever.

And eventually… the news of an addition to their little family came, with Jensen and Y/N completely over the moon with the dogs getting a human brother or sister.

Y/N sat on the couch, smiling as she patted Jagger and Ringo’s heads, both of them sitting on either side of her, their noses close to her growing belly. Jensen walked in, a bowl of popcorn in his hand, settling into the couch next her, putting Ringo’s body over his legs. Y/N turned to him and leaned in, kissing his lips softly as he turned to her.

They say that dogs have great instinct.

And for that, Jensen and Y/N would always be grateful to have two fur companions that brought them into each other’s lives.

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Make Me...

As Anthony carried his pregnant wife up the stairs to their chambers, he paused to speak to a rather bemused looking member of their staff, informing them that they would like a cold dinner this eve, and it was to be brought to their rooms. He also asked that the nurse be informed that save for an emergency neither couple was to be disturbed and they would come for their children later on when ready.

Kate tried not to laugh at the look on the maids face, the poor girl could have been no more than 20 maybe 21 when she realised what Lord Bridgerton was meaning.

The entire Ton knew of Anthony’s devotion to his wife, but only their staff and their family really knew how much he loved his wife... and as the maid walked away, she knew they were in for a loud night...

As the maid walked away a rather delightful shade of red Kate swatted her husbands chest “please do not embarrass our staff like that!”

“I did not say anything untoward” he grinned in a falsely innocently sort of way “You implied it...” Kate laughed as they rounded the corner towards their chambers

“I did no so thing” he smirked

“Yes you did, you might as well have told the poor girl you were taking me off to our chambers to make me scream so loudly I’m hoarse tomorrow and cannot walk” Kate said, not realising one of her new upstairs maids was just coming out of their chambers

The poor girl had heard the whole thing and screeched embarrassed as got such a fright and the words made her flush even more scarlet than the poor other maid.

Anthony was desperately trying not to laugh as he held his wife, his entire body shaking from the exertion

“Oh Betty I am so sorry!” Kate flushed

“N...not at all my lady...” Betty said giving her masters a curtesy unable to look them in the eye before running away.

“Very nicely done wife!” Anthony bellowed as he laughed, unable to help himself.

Kate flushed furiously “oh dear... I do hope she doesn’t quit... she is a rather lovely young girl...”

Anthony had now finished laughing and started moving again and entered their chamber.

“I would rather not be thinking about our staff at this moment in time my love” he said simply as he kicked the door shut with his foot and sat his wife carefully on the edge of their bed.

“Do you not?” She smirked at him. Teasing and tormenting Anthony when she knew he wanted to undress her was one of lives unexpected pleasures... and after his appalling behaviour the last few days she wasn’t about to make it easy for him.

“No... I believe my lovely wife said something about making her scream... until she is hoarse and cannot walk tomorrow” he smirked as he dropped to his knees

“Did she now...?” She smirked

Anthony placed his hands on her ankles and flicked off her shoes, and ran his hands over the soft skin on her ankles and rubbed her feet.

“Oh definitely... and I plan on it...” he smirked as he watched her bite her lip to supremes the moan as he rubbed her feet.

He did this regularly for her during her first two pregnancies and it always ended in a happy ending for them both.

“Well then... you shall have to try your hardest to make me scream then won’t you...” she smirked

Anthony raised his brow with a devilishly wicked smirk “make you... oh trust me my dear wife... I’ll have you begging to make you scream by the end"

Smirking "well I await your best efforts My Lord"

Anthony loved how challenging his wife could be, he loved it when they played this game... it always ended well for him, and his wife.

Not bothering to undress his wife just yet, he ran his hands up her legs, caressing and squeezing her dark skin, as he pushed her legs slightly apart. He could see her trying to fight the moans. When pregnant Kate became hypersensitive to his touch. He often just had to run his hand across the back of her neck and she was ready to go. It always filled him with pride, to be able to get this reaction from her, to be the one whose touch set her alight and he loved teasing her throughout the day until she can't take it anymore.

He did it once when she was pregnant with Miles, teased and tormented her all day with light touches, smouldering glances and a light caress here and there, to the point that by the time their guests left, she'd not even waited to take him to their bedroom, dragged him into their drawing room and rode him on the chaise until he blacked out from the sheer force of his orgasm.

Smirking to himself, Anthony leaned forward and pressed light kisses to her skin as his hands moved upwards, teasing her as he let his hands roam over her underwear, his tongue finding the sensitive skin behind her knee and lifting her leg to place it over his shoulder as he licked the sensitive spot, as his roaming hand, drifted over her centre.

He felt Kate twitch and tried to move closer to him an almost imperceptible gasp passing her lips as he moved his hand away "ah...ah...ah..."

He smirked against her skin, as he heard her suppress a whine. He knew he was supposed to be making up his crappy behaviour over the last 3 weeks, his lack of attention to his wife, but he knew that this, in the end would be worth it...

When she had stilled his recommenced his movements up her leg, getting closer and closer to his goal. He could smell how aroused she was, how much she needed this, and it was causing him to be uncomfortable in his breeches, he could feel himself straining against fabric but, much like their wedding night... this was not about him... this was about her.

He had every intention of making his wife scream, but he had to get her to beg first. He needed her to beg for it. Grinning to himself, he carefully moved the fabric of her underwear and ran his tongue around her folds, avoiding the area he knew she would want it most. He loved teasing her like this. He loved having his face between her legs but not quite giving her what she wanted.

He let his tongue roam around only occasionally and briefly flashing over her nub causing her to buck her hips slightly each time he passed over her. He heard a whine from his wife. A low pitched whine that made him know he was going to win. Let know she would be begging soon.

With a smirk he extricated himself from her skirts.

The look on Kate’s face, the fury that he has stopped without giving her release was sheer perfection.

Smirking as she pouted “you stopped...!”

“I feel you are far too dressed for the occasion my love” he grinned as he pulled his wife to her feet and turned her around and began unfastening the maddening row of buttons.

As each button unfastened, he moved his way down his wife's form pressing a kiss to each newly exposed part of her skin, lavishing her dark glowing skin with kisses as he made his way down to the dimple at the bottom of her back. Kate shivered and let her head lol back on her shoulders at the sensation of her husbands lips on her skin, each kiss, each lavish of his tongue on her skin was setting her ablaze.

The heat that was already pooling, was growing more intense, her need for her husband to touch her, to find her release was becoming overwhelming. Anthony then ran his tongue up the entire length of her spine, causing her to visibly shiver at the sensation as his hands snuck beneath the fabric of her dress which was still on clinging to her shoulder, and he pushed it from her, down her arms in a sensually slow movement, the anticipation of moment, as Kate moved her arms and her dress fell and left her gloriously nude for her husband.

He pressed himself up against her, his manhood pressing into her back as he lavished kisses up her collarbone, his hands finding her swollen breasts. the added bonus of Kate being pregnant, was her already glorious breasts grew and became more sensitive to his touch.

He cupped her breasts, one in each hand and squeezed as he whispered in his wife's ear "no chemise again my love... you are rather spoiling your husband..." Kate panted, her head leaning back to rest against her husband. "too hot..."

"oh most definitely" he smirked as he rolled her nipples in his fingers causing her to moan. She didn't even bother trying to suppress it. Her breasts were far too sensitive, and her husbands far too deft and experience to even try and fight the feeling.

"Anthony..." she breathed

Anthony smirked "yes my love..."

"i need you" she whined.

"i know" he smirked as he snaked one his hand down and slid it into her underwear, his lips attacking her neck, as he found her nub he gave it a gentle rub causing her to gasp "i'm going to make you scream now" he whispered into her ear which caused her to shiver...and giving no quarter, or further warning he set a relentless pace.

His right hand rubbing her relentlessly, as his left squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipple in his fingers, as he whispered in her ear "are you going to scream for me Kate... or do i need to stop... make you beg for it..."

Kate was leaning backwards into her husband, she could feel him pressed against her as she chased her pleasure. "no.... please... make... make me... please... god Anthony.... please..." she panted at him.

Her heart rate racing, as she got closer and closer.

Anthony smirked and picked up his relentless pace and Kate threw her head back against Anthony's shoulder as she screamed.

Her orgasm robbing her of sense and control, her entire being shaking as she screamed Anthony's name, his name ringing around their room, down the halls and through the house. Anthony felt very smug as his wife collapsed against him but now he really needed to bury himself deep in his wife.

Quickly turning her he pressed his lips to wife and kissed her in fierce, soul and breath robbing kiss. "i think... I can definitely make you scream louder..." he grinned as he pulled away

Kate smirked at him, having recovered from her first high... "Oh yeah...? Well... Lord Bridgerton... if you wish to make me scream again... you are far, far too dressed..." she smirked as she sat down on the edge of their bed, enjoying the view and the show as her husband began to divest himself of his clothing.

She could not help but lick her lips as his manhood sprung free and stood tall, thick and proud. She remembered the fear the first time she saw it... but now she realised it was perfect. it was a perfect fit for her... and she could not wait to have him buried deep within her.

Normally, after he'd given her such a high, she would have leaned down and took her husband in her mouth and reduced him to a writhing mess with her hands and mouth... but right now she needed him. 3 weeks was the longest they had gone in over a year... she needed her husband and she needed him now.

Anthony watched as Kate licked her lips and felt his chest puff out. Yes, he had, had a string of women when he was younger but no one had really appreciated him the way Kate did, he knew now that the women of his youth, were after his money, his status or something he could provide but Kate... this beautiful, goddess of a woman... just wanted him and his heart. He could be a penniless pauper and she would still love him.

Caught in the moment he leaned down and gave his wife a sensual slow kiss. "I love you" he whispered softly against her lips.

Kate smiled against his lips "I love you too... but if you do not hurry up... i may be moved to commit murder" she smirked.

"impatient as always my love" Anthony smirked as he took a step back. "I have not had the pleasure of feeling my husband buried deep within me for three weeks... and again he has promised to make me scream... again..."

"Apologise Lady Bridgerton" he smirked as he lifted her to her feet again and removed her underwear, her womanhood glistening in wait for him

He pulled her to him as he kissed her roughly, his tongue battling hers as he hands squeezed her breasts again "I want you on your hands and knees" he said as he turned her over.

Kate climbed dutifully onto the bed and pushed herself up.

Anthony loved having his wife like this, holding onto her hips, as her backside pressed up against him. He took a step forward and groped her bottom, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of her pert bottom.

If Kate's breasts were a gift from god, then her arse was set from the devil to tease and torment Anthony, every waking moment. He could see it in his mind with every sway of her hips as she walked, as she sauntered away from him...

Taking himself in his hand, he let the tip of his manhood rub against her folds, teasing and tormenting her, getting her worked up just enough so that when he did bury himself deep within her, she would not last long before shattering around him.

He knew he would not last long, he could feel his own passion rising, the throb and ache shooting through him as he coated his length in her fluids. Kate pushed her bottom backwards into him and whined as he let his tip push against her nub and caused her to gasp and squeak.

"please Anthony... stop teasing me I can't take it... Please... I need you..." she whined.

Smirking again, he pressed the tip of himself into her opening, he wasn't done teasing her yet, he'd

He let the tip just rest in her opening and he let one hand snake beneath her and teased her nub at the same time.

Kate felt the torturous movement as his tip just rested just inside her, not enough to make her feel full filled, not enough to do anything other than tease her to the point she might snap. When he added his fingers, she tried to push back against him but found he moved backwards and stopped her from taking her own pleasure.

"ah ah ah...." he tutted again as he pulled himself out from her. This was torturing him as much as it was her but he knew it would be worth it in the end. "For the love of God Anthony... stop teasing me and just FUCK me already" Kate snapped.

Smirking and not responding, he knew he had her where he wanted her. when she demanded to be fucked, demanded this... he knew she was wound up tight.

With no warning, he slammed himself in her, impaling himself to the hilt with one swift movement. Kate's eyes rolled into her head as she screamed, Anthony didn't even hear the words, if there were words, it was that high pitched he was sure only Newton would have heard it.

Again, the need for his own release was overwhelming, and he knew from the scream, from Kate's demands meant she would would not last long, he sent a relentless pace. His hands holding onto her hips as he thrust into her with an impressive speed and pace. Thankfully, Anthony still was fit, most men his age had started to let themselves go, indulging into much food and wine but he remained lean, the long hikes over Aubrey Hall, the horse rides, keeping him trim and lean meaning he was able to keep up a relentless pace. Kate's words were reduced to "fuck... God and Anthony" as he pounded into her and Anthony's vocabulary reduced to just "fuck and Kate" both panting with the exertion, as they got closer and closer to their peak. Kate screamed again, her walls clenching around Anthony for the first time, as she collapsed onto the bed, the second scream as loud as the first but Anthony was still not done as he continued to grunt as he thrust into her. Kate's arms gave way and she fell forward slightly onto the bed, Anthony still holding onto her thighs as he continued his relentless pace.

"Ant....Anthony... i.... i can't" she gasped as she writhed beneath him. He used his hands to keep her steady, as he keep up his pace,

"yes...yes... you can" he panted as he continued his pace. He felt himself closer, that pull behind the naval starting, he could feel the hairs on his body start to stand on end as that electrical charge started it's all too familiar surge. He snaked his hand under his wife's hips and found her nub and rubbed furiously.

Kate's entire world gave way, her throat felt like it was on fire from the intensity of her scream, sure that the entire household, right down to the stable-boys would have heard the scream of their lord and Master's name as Kate's world simply fell apart, like a wave crashing over the cliffs of Dover, the harsh power of her orgasm swept over her.

The way Kate's walls clenched around Anthony, robbed him of breath, Kate's screamed mixed with his own shout of her name, as his muscles spasmed, and his entire body shook with the force, like he was the epicentre of an earthquake, the force of their combined releases causing wetness to escape and drip down their legs as Kate collapsed, and Anthony's legs buckled and he fell forward, doign his best to be mindful of his wife's condition as he fell forward.

it took about 5 minutes before either of them could move, exhaustion now coursing through Anthony's veins. His own breath back, he pulled himself up and grabbed his shirt and used it to clean both of them up as he helped Kate back up. "Are you alright my love...?" he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as he moved her to lie in the bed.

Still riding the bliss of her high she nodded happily, almost drunkenly, croaking a "yes..." as he climbed in next to her and pulled the covers over them chuckling.

He pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her head "told you I'd make you scream" he laughed.

Kate smiled "I have no doubts... you make me scream as much as you make me happy"

Anthony smiled happily "you make me happy too" as he fell asleep holding his wife close, pleased that he's managed to make her happy and make it up to her, for now anyway.

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