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“You got a cute butt”

Jeongguk x Reader (or oc)

word count: 876

“Y/n!” Your boyfriend called to you from across your apartment from his position on the couch. He pauses his video game, turning to look at the bathroom where you were pulling your hair up into a bun. You peaked your head out from the bathroom door with your arms up, holding your mess of hair in your hands on the top of your head, humming in response.

“Do you think he likes Overwatch?” He asked. Your heart fluttered at his innocent facial expression, full of curiosity, coupled with his tousled bed hair. Brown pieces were in disarray atop his beautiful head.

You’re so damn cute, you thought. You always thought Jeongguk was cute, but he was especially so this morning. Jeongguk was feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you two were preparing to watch your friend’s son for the weekend, and you found it absolutely adorable.

You turn back into the bathroom to grab a hair tie before leaning back out of the bathroom doorway.

“I kind of doubt it Guk. He’s only two.”

“Oh. Right,” he says looking down and then around the room. “What are we supposed to do with him then?” He looks at you with big curious eyes, waiting for a response.

You secure your hair and walk out of the bathroom. “Hmm,” you say as you think. “I’m sure he has toys that they’ll bring over with him.”

Jeongguk’s eyes follow you from the bathroom to the kitchen, wandering over your body. His eyes lingered on your legs as the shirt you slept in, his shirt, brushed along your upper thighs, rising and falling with every step you took as you made your way to the coffee pot.

“And I think he probably has movies he likes to watch,” you continue your thoughts as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. You raise it to your lips, blowing on it to cool it down. Jeongguk’s eyes follow the mug to your lips. His tongue swipes over his lips before he bites into his bottom one.

“And we could take him to the park. Get ice cream, I don’t know,” you trail off as you take a sip.

He quickly drops the controller next to him on the couch and stands up to make his way over to you. By the time you pull the mug from your lips, he is standing in front of you, with a glint in his eyes. Pure adoration for you.

He puts one hand on your hip to pull you closer to him. You set the mug down on the counter next to you before giving into his pulling. He places his other hand on the opposite hip and grips the shirt you’re wearing to pull you the rest of the way to him. As you fall into his chest, he moves his arms up, wrapping them around the back of your neck, his forearms wresting on the top of your back. Your arms wrap around his slim waist.

You placed a soft kiss to his bare chest as he kissed the top of your head.

“You’re so cute in the morning,” he mumbled into your hair. “When you’re wearing my shirt.”

“You’re one to talk,” You say as you pull away just enough to look up at his face. “With your bedhead.” You reach your hand up to tousle his hair.

A sleepy giggle falls out of his mouth. Your hands fall back around his waist.

“Go get in the shower. He’ll be here in a couple hours and we still have to clean up a little,” you said as you unwrapped yourself from him. One of his hands fell to your shoulder while the other fell to your hip as he quickly leaned down to peck your cheek.

You smacked his butt as he turned to head to the bathroom. He snapped his head back to you with feign shock, trying to hide a grin.

“You got a cute butt,” you said to him indifferently, shrugging, before you reached for your coffee mug.

“Can you control yourself please?” He smirks. “We have a child coming over soon.” His smirk spread into full toothed smile, his crescent eyes crinkling, as you rolled your eyes at him.

You take another sip of your coffee as he turns back towards the shower. You peer over to the bathroom door when you hear the shower curtain pull back and the water turn on. He left the door ajar, tempting you to follow him. You wait for his invitation for a few seconds before sighing and taking another sip.

“Are you coming?” You lean back to look at the bathroom again to see Jeongguk peeking his head out from behind the shower curtain. His eyes were big.

You quickly place your mug back on the counter, excitedly heading to the bathroom, practically skipping. You rid yourself of your clothes, well his clothes, before pulling the shower curtain back and stepping into the steamy tub.

“Now, let me see that cute butt,” you say as your eyes roam over his body. A cute, uncontrolled giggle rolled out of his mouth as he reached for your wrists, tugging you into him.

He’s just too fucking cute.

BTS Reaction ¦¦ Baby Tries To Breastfeed From Them [Request]

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━━ ENDGAME.

❛ You know when Jungkook says ‘give me five minutes’ you have to take matters into your own hands. ❜

━  REQUESTED: yes.

━  PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader.

━  RATING: 18+

━  GENRE: smut, fluff (not that noticeable but they’re in love).

━  AU: idol, established relationship, pwp.

━  CONTENT: cock-warming, unprotected sex (your life isn’t a fanfic, take care of yourself), nipple play basically boob worshipping, spanking (just once, really).

━  CONTENT WARNING: spanking (again, just once), domestic boyfriend!koo cause that needs to be a warning.

━  TRIGGER WARNINGS: none.

━  WORD COUNT: 2,1k.

━  NOTE: gamer domestic boyfriend!koo, i missed youuuu~ this is the first of many things that i’ll repost here. i tried to make it less yucky, but you know my english isn’t all that great, so… if there are any mistakes PLEASE let me know, mmkay? thank you, i love you<3

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Koo morning | JJK

→ pairing: Jungkook x female reader

→ genre: fluff, kinda secret relation

→ summary: your boyfriend finally comes back from his work trip. (With a surprise at the end)

→ wordcount: 1.9 k

→ warning: sleepy fluffy koo, too many pecks, slight mentions of sex nothing too smutty.

→ a/n: a little drabble because bf!kook has been hittin different lately. Some hardcore fluff. I hope you like it, I was really excited about posting this one. Send me your thoughts in my inbox– here. I really love and appreciate your views and feedback🤎

→ song: Blush by Taba Chake

“Mhmm,” you purr, twisting your body when you feel a giant arm wrapped around your waist restricting your movements. Heat radiating from the body next to yours tempts you to nuzzle your face in the crook of the neck of the source. A deep sigh escapes your lips once the familiar woody scent infiltrates your nostrils.

 “Morning sleepyhead,” Jungkook’s raspy morning voice greets you. The tip of your finger skims over his Adam’s apple to feel the vibrations induced by his voice. You pull your head away craning your neck to get a better view of your boyfriend. His hair messed up in the sexiest way possible– a total contrast to the bunny smile he’s flashing your way. 

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he’s been taking notes from jimin

guided | a ksj drabble

synopsis: it turns out that the barista you’ve had a crush on has a second job behind the lens of a camera

pairing: seokjin x reader

wc: 1.2k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | coffee shop, camboy (?) au | smut

warnings: pwp • guided masturbation • edging • hand kink (lmao, what’s new) • mutual masturbation • dirty talk • name calling (slut)

author’s note: surprise!!! happy (belated) birthday ryen @kithtaehyung! (“no, i didn’t write this at 2am,” they lied)

m.list | ao3

You swallow the lump in your throat.

You’re unable to tear your eyes away at the masked figure on your computer screen; at his parted lips and sculpted chest.

Though you don’t have a clear vision of his handsome face, aside from the alluring, brown eyes and sharp jawline, you recognize his fingers immediately because they belong to the barista that serves your latte every morning from the café down the street.

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The Pact - masterlist

Premise: You learned a few days ago that the boys have pact that doesn’t allow them to make a move on you. What happens when they find out that you know?

Warnings: none as far as I know! lol except for this reader. she has no idea what she just got herself into

Pairing: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly tho)

Completed

Did you know that this could classify as a small book? The Pact totals: 134 pages.

Spooked (important, the oneshot that started it all. read this first.)

 Well, this is awkward…

 Date #1 ✨✨

 Date #2 🌉🌉

 Date #3 📖📖

 Date #4 ✈️✈️

 Date #5 🥡🥡

 Date #6 ☔☔

the pact 📃📃

 Date #7 🌟🌟

I loved her first 💔💔

 Shocker 💌💌

Epilogue  🌙🌙

The Pact: An Inside Look

The Pact | Halloween Special |

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Who needs one too?

Jealous Of Holly ~ Min Yoongi

Your smile was weak as you watched Yoongi walk into the bedroom, watching Holly follow his every footstep into the room. You were hoping for one night, just one, where you could cuddle up to Yoongi without having any interruptions.

“Are we falling asleep as three tonight?” You questioned, watching Yoongi shut the door whilst pointing to the bed for Holly to jump on. As soon as he did, he made his way to Yoongi’s pillow, almost completely ignoring you.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Yoongi smiled in reply, “I think someone’s feeling a little bit needy.”

“When isn’t that certain someone feeling a little needy?”

Your comment caused Yoongi’s eyes to narrow as he kept his eyes on you whilst making his way across to his wardrobe. You paid no attention to him though, staring down into your lap, keeping the corner of your eye on what Holly was doing beside you.

“You don’t mind Holly falling asleep up here with us, do you?” Yoongi asked as he pulled his pyjamas out.

“I guess not,” you frowned, trying your best not to hurt Yoongi’s feelings with your own frustrations. “Holly’s a part of the family, of course, he should stay with us too.”

Yoongi’s head shook, pulling out his clothes before taking a seat at the bottom of the bed, “are you sure that you’re really alright about this Y/N, you seem a little…annoyed?”

You didn’t want to seem annoyed or irritated by Holly, most of the time you loved having him around, but during the evenings, you just wished for a little bit of space. Holly’s habit of cuddling as closely to Yoongi as possible left you feeling left out, with distance between the two of you every single night.

To begin with you’d hoped it would just be a phase, that he’d get bored and find a new spot to lay in, but after three weeks, you were beginning to tire of falling asleep by yourself, almost as if you should be in a completely different room and giving the two of them their own space.

Despite how irritated you were though, you knew that having Holly around didn’t bother Yoongi, he loved having you and Holly in the room. The one thing that he failed to see, which you always hoped he would see was how far away he slept from you every night, barely even able to find the room to hold onto his hand.

“Are we going to play this game tonight?” Yoongi challenged, “I’ll break you down until you tell me what it is that’s on your mind.”

“It’s no big deal,” you lied in response, looking away from Holly and out of the window in an attempt to calm yourself down.

As he followed your gaze, Yoongi soon picked up on what the problem was. His eyes landed on Holly who was busy washing at the bottom of Yoongi’s pillow, shuffling slowly across to your side of the bed to start innocently placing a wedge between the two of you.

“Do you want me to put him downstairs in his bed?” Yoongi suddenly spoke up.

“No,” you whispered, knowing without even looking what he was on about, “this is just as much Holly’s house as it is mine, it’s probably Holly’s even more.”

“But this isn’t Holly’s bed like it is yours.”

Your shoulders shrugged as Yoongi stood up and moved around to be in your eyeline again. “I shouldn’t be getting jealous over a dog; this is stupid anyway.”

“No,” Yoongi frowned, leaning down beside your end of the bed, “he has been a little bit clingy recently, I’ll admit, and maybe that has meant that I’ve not been able to be around you.”

“I can look after myself, I’m human, but Holly’s a dog, he needs you.”

Yoongi’s head shook back at you, refusing to let you play down your feelings. He got it, even if he hadn’t always made you feel that way, as he thought, he knew that the distance had been growing, he had just hoped that it would be something that would pass.

“Why don’t I go downstairs and bring his dog bed up, see if he’ll sleep in it up here knowing that we’re still around?” Yoongi offered, “it might get him off the bed.”

“Don’t you think he’ll just jump back up,” you sighed in reply, glancing momentarily across to the dog who was slowly pressing behind you, “it’s you that he wants.”

As far as Yoongi was concerned, it was worth a shot anyway as he made his way downstairs. The two of you needed your space still, no matter how big of a part of the family Holly was, his time had to be shared more equally.

The moment Yoongi arrived back in the room, Holly was looking up, noticing something familiar in his arms. Yoongi placed the bed down beside his side of the bed, tapping it gently to try and encourage Holly to give it a look.

“It’s just your bed, remember how fluffy and soft it is?”

After a few moments of encouragement, Holly jumped down into the bed, positioning himself right by Yoongi’s hand. You rolled across to be able to take a look at what was going on, noticing Holly beginning to settle on top of the material.

“There we go,” Yoongi whispered, slowly lifting his hand out, hoping that it wouldn’t encourage Holly to move. “How about you try and sleep down here tonight?”

“He still doesn’t look completely convinced by the idea.”

Once he was changed and into his pyjamas, Yoongi slowly slid across into the bed, keeping nice and quiet as he turned the light off in the hope that Holly wouldn’t notice him, not even looking in his direction to risk making eye contact.

He knew that Holly was still comfortable, even if he wasn’t going to be pressed against his chest for the night. But most of all, Yoongi could tell that you were a little more settled not having something separate you both again.

“How’s this?” Yoongi whispered, reaching underneath the duvet to take a hold of your hand, “I forgot how comfy it could be just the two of us.”

“I still kind of feel bad,” you admitted with a chuckle, “I didn’t want to force Holly to sleep down there, I just wish that he wouldn’t sleep right between the two of us. Can’t you put his bed at the bottom of the bed or something?”

“He’ll be alright,” Yoongi assured you, “he’s slept in worse places, remember the makeshift bed that we had for him at the studio once, that was horrendous.”

Your head nodded in reply to the memory, “sometimes I think he’s still bitter towards you for making him sleep in Jungkook’s stinky jumper.”

Despite your hurt at being pushed aside at night, Yoongi knew that you still had a soft spot inside you for Holly. You were the first one up to take him for walks or filling up his food dish when it was mealtime. But Yoongi knew too that space was needed for you both, even if Holly didn’t always agree with that.

“I reckon he’ll be bitter towards you now,” Yoongi teased, squeezing your hand, “I’ll make sure he knows who put him on the floor.”

“You were the one that got his bed,” you reminded Yoongi, “if anyone here is to blame, it’s you, you’ve got a habit now of this.”

“Maybe he’ll just end up hating both of us.”

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love is not over.

after getting a divorce two years ago, you can’t exactly say that your feelings for your ex-husband have completely vanished in the course of those depressing and quite miserable months. so when fate decides to play with you once again, letting your paths cross more often than liked thanks to your daughter, you tell yourself that you shouldn’t be as stupid and reckless as you were before—but things aren’t as easy as it seems, especially when taehyung begins to plant the idea that he’s possibly trying to win you back.

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 33.3k (use a browser if you’re going to read on mobile !!)

rating: PG-15

content: angst | fluff | exes au | fake dating au (not the main pairing tho) | ft. dad!taehyung, co-worker!namjoon

warning/s: swearing | mentions of divorce / broken family | alcohol consumption | violence (a punch being thrown to someone) | plain heartaches tbh sksksk

opening note. um, to my og readers out there, this is for you sjdksjs but i’m sorry this really took a long time to finish—two years in fact. a lot happened and it made me grow uninspired and even abandon my writing blog but i’m here now and i hope you’ll like the chapters of love is not over compiled into one + the last part that has been long delayed !! i tried editing this a lot to hopefully fix some plot holes or something and at the same time, retained the true ‘essence’ of it from the first time i posted it here way back hehe so if some parts are still meH then that’s the reason sjdksjdk

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#Jeon Hoseok

More Gingerbread [MYG]

—Pairing(s): Dad!Min Yoongi X Mom!Reader

—Word count: 0.8k+

—Genre: Fluff, married!au, domestic

—Warning(s): maybe tooth rotting fluff???

—Summary: It's almost time for the Santa Claus to arrive with your daughter's gifts when she gets caught red handed doing some mischief. How do you deal with her and tell her to behave during the few hours that are left before the Santa comes?

—A/N: first, i love my honey boy so much and i hope hes holding up well w the infection.. there arent any symptoms so hopefully he'll get well soon. we're fighting w you baby, take care of yourself🤗😚💕 now, there HAD to be a christmas drabble on my page.. and i randomly got this idea and couldn't get it outta my mind. i LIVE for domestic yoon and this one is the most precious... imagine a mini min yoongi🤧💖 anyways feel free to lmk what u think abt this!! hope you enjoy<3 merry christmas to those who celebrate 💕🖤 thank you so fucking much to @parkjiminxfloor for beta'ing this and encouraging me w her words bc what she said was really supportive to be able to finally publish this. i love u jans💗💗

also ik the header sucks but there were just too many probs that i encountered so unfortunately i ultimately had to give up bc of time limit and ahushshgfjd yes. i hope its still not that bad uwu<3

It was a little over 12 A.M. when you hear some shuffling coming from your kitchen. When you try to pay attention to it and listen carefully, it stops completely, all radio silent and you can only hear white noise again. So paying no more mind to it, you go back to sleep, snuggling your husband from behind under the cozy comforters, him holding your palms even in his sleep.

Only that you're not even a minute in when you hear furniture being dragged, and some soft thumping sounds. At that, even your husband stirs awake, facing you and asking a 'are u hearing what I'm hearing' with his eyes.

No words needed in the communication yet, you both sit up straight in bed, trying to calculate what it could be. When you hear some drawers and shelves being opened, you waste no more time in shoving the comforter away from your body, quickly grabbing the fluffy robe previously sitting on the chair's head and rush to the kitchen, Yoongi following you.

You smack your hand on the switch board hurriedly, turning on the bedroom and kitchen lights lights as you're tying your robe and heading in the direction of kitchen as fast as your little jogging steps can take you.

Once you reach the kitchen, however, you're met with your 4 year-old toddler standing on a chair in her white pajamas filled with elf-faces, her previously-neat pigtails now untidy with hair falling out of the braids. Her eyelids are tired and the extremely adorable baby looking at you with doe eyes that she got from Yoongi— scared of being caught and terrified of the anticipated anger.

"Sunhee baby, what are you doing there?" you approach the little one as you question her in a stern yet soft voice.

"Mo' ginge'bed," is all she says in her sweet voice.

If you didn't have to commit to your responsibilities as a mother you definitely would be kissing all over her face right now, crying to Yoongi about 'look how cute of a baby we made'. But well, it really took everything in you to stay stern and collect yourself. Luckily, your husband, who was standing in the shadows previously approached you both and covered for you as you collected yourself.

"Sunhee-ah, baby, you know what time it is?" he asks calmly, animatedly, "it's around time that Santa Claus comes with your gifts... You want your presents right?" He asks as he copies her expression of big eyes, only that he is smiling at her as if she is the most precious thing in the world. Well actually, she is.

"Yes daddy, want presen's" your little one chimes, furiously nodding her head.

"But you know Santa Claus gives presents to only good kids right?"

"Yes daddy," nodding again.

"So baby you should be in bed right now, shouldn't you?" this time you ask her, as soft as your husband, moving your hand towards the jar she was holding.

"But mommy want mo' ginge'bed," she pouts, retreating her arms in the opposite direction. However, Yoongi was quick to grab the jar, though, not completely snatching it from her.

"Sunhee, you're a good girl, right? Good kids don't do things like this," he says politely, but in a voice that was enough for the kid to know that her father ain't taking no for an answer this time.

"Yes daddy, 'm goo' girl, I want Santa to give me presen's" she pouts yet again, though because of a different reason.

"Then come, sleep baby. We promise you to give you gingerbread in the morning okay?" you convince her as you hold out your pinky finger in front of Sunhee.

"Okay" she finally agrees, locking her pinky with yours. Her eyes are drawn into shiny crescents, beaming with a smile just as adorable as your husband's.

Yoongi gently places her on your shared bed, agreeing to have Sunhee sleep with you both tonight. Santa won't disappointed with the girl sleeping in her parents' bed once a year, right?

She is already dozing off, her mouth agape and her plump lips pouting due to the press against the pillow. God, what did you do to get such an amazing husband and get to make such an adorable baby with him?

You get under the sheets again, placing your palm on your daughter's back, meeting Yoongi's hand that was already there. Even in the dark room you could clearly see Yoongi's eyes twinkling, staring right into yours so lovingly.

"I know, I know, we made a really cute baby, _____" he flashes his million-dollar gummy smile to you as he whispers what usually you do each time.

Even after 9 years of being together, his smile still has the same effect on you, you yourself immediately turning into a smiling puddle in his presence.

Propping yourself on of your arms, making sure Sunhee doesn't get disturbed, you lean in when your husband mimics you.

"Merry Christmas baby."

the name Min Sunhee is so fkn cute... sorry i dont make the rules 😭😚😚😚

Begin again | kth

➵ Pairing: dad!taehyung x mom!reader

➵ Genre: angst, fluff, domestic, slice of life, exes au, slow burn, eventual smut 

➵ Warnings: strong language, mature content

➵ Summary: after months of tension and conflict, you decide to put an end to your relationship with Taehyung, your fiancé and the father of your kids. However, it’s not all smooth sailing from there. You now face many challenges such as co-parenting and learning to adjust to this new chapter of your life. And as time goes on, you’re left wondering, did you make the right choice?

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another world [1]

after your boyfriend, peter parker, is killed by the green goblin, you take on the mantel of spiderwoman. a few years later, you're suddenly shoved into a multi-versal war after being called to another universe to help a (smaller) version of peter. a familiar face leaves you shaken.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x reader

CONTENT: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!!!!, mentions of suicide, angst angst angst angst, may parker deserves so much better and i apologize for putting her through this

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Here lies Peter Parker. Beloved son.

We shall meet again.

[Y/N] stands over his grave. There's a chill in the air, autumn has finally taken New York. She shivers, her coat a few sizes too big, and two hands make their way to her lapel to tuck the girl in tighter. May Parker let's out a sigh.

"We've got to get you a thicker coat," May says. There's a tired look in her eyes. The lines on her face seem deeper. She's pushing on fifty-two now. The grief has aged her far more. "You're going to freeze when December hits."

"This one was his, May," [Y/N] replies. The words make May take a temporary pause. "I can't just find a new one."

Wind sends the leaves skittering along the graves. The red and brown contrast greatly to the pure white bouquet of cleomes sat on the headstone. Spider flowers, [Y/N] thinks with a small smile. He'd appreciate the irony.

"I think Peter would rather you be warm and cozy in your own well-fitting coat than freezing to death in one of his old, worn, baggy ones," May eventually responded. [Y/N] wrapped her hands around her body, subconsciously pulling the coat even closer. She could still pretend it smelled like him if she tried hard enough. The warm scent of cinnamon with hints of oak and amber. The smell of home.

The older woman gave her a sad smile and comfortingly rubbed her back. "But, I understand. It's hard to let go of it when you can imagine it's him. You wouldn't believe how many of Ben's old flannels are still folded up in my dresser."

Quiet crept in again. [Y/N] could still remember Ben Parker's death, how Peter shut down, how May crumbled. How could that have been nearly eight years ago? May still had her days of darkness, when the grief became too much. She had lost a husband and a son. [Y/N] had watched this woman quite literally go through every mother's nightmare. How did she get out of bed? How did she go to work? How was she still breathing?

"How do you do it?" [Y/N] broke the silence, unable to hold her thoughts back any longer. "It's been three years, May, and I still wake up expecting him to be next to me. I still wait for a call, a text, letting me know he's going to be late to dinner again this week because he's gotten caught up with some robbery downtown. I come home from work and I wait. I wait for Peter to walk in with Chinese takeout, give me a kiss that takes my breath away, and sit down to explain his latest gadget idea to me. I look at the door and I wait. I wait it for to open and it never does."

A sob falls from her lips. Tears are streaming down her face openly now, though [Y/N] can't remember when they started. May embraces her, tightly, as if she's keeping the girl in one piece. They fall together as [Y/N]'s knees give in from the weight of it all. The ground is cold. The grass is dead. Peter's headstone has collected enough dirt to look beige. There is no sign of life, no sign of who he was. All of it is dull. It makes the sobs wrack through her body even harder.

The two women sit there for quite some time. May cradles [Y/N] in her arms, whispering soothing words in her ear as the waves of sorrow slowly become smaller and smaller. There's been a quiet understanding between them ever since Peter's passing. They were family now. Neither would ever grieve alone. Neither would ever be alone. This was not the first time May Parker had held her son's partner in her arms as she grieved the loss of her love, and it would not be the last.

"You won't believe me, but it does get easier," May speaks while gently petting the girl's hair. Her breath had finally evened out, she was fresh out of tears. "It took me almost three years to come to terms with Ben's passing. I'm still learning to live without him. Healing is not linear, darling. I know it seems like this is never ending, but you will make it through this. We'll both make it through this, together, hand in hand. I am never leaving you and you're sure as hell not leaving me on my watch."

[Y/N] let out a shaky laugh, pulling back from May to look level with her. There were a few tear streaks down the older woman's face and [Y/N] felt a pang of guilt. She hated upsetting May or making her worry even more than she already did. May gently pushed the hair out of her face and [Y/N] took her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, May," [Y/N] replied, placing a gentle kiss on the older woman's knuckle. "I'd miss your meatloaf too much."

May snorted, standing up and helping [Y/N] off the ground. "Now, there is no point in lying to me to butter me up," She joked, brushing the grass and dirt off the girl's coat. "Why don't you come back to the house for a bit? I'll make some tea. We could finally take a crack at that pumpkin bread recipe you've been talking about."

As if on cue, the shrill screech of a police siren broke May's created facade of a peaceful night. The women shared a look, [Y/N]'s full of remorse while May's held sorrow.

"Duty calls." [Y/N] sighed. She really did want to try that pumpkin bread recipe.

There was a beat. May opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. She didn't have to. [Y/N] already knew.

"I know, May," The girl spoke up. "He wouldn't want this for me, and you're right, but he also wouldn't want New York to be completely on its own. This city needs a hero, a symbol of hope. It's selfish, but this is for me too. Makes me feel like I'm carrying on his legacy, I guess. As long as there's a Spider, there's still a piece of Peter around."

It had been hard informing May of the double life Peter had been living after he passed, but what else could [Y/N] have told her? "Ah yes, your son died in a very tragic car accident and that's why his spine was shattered into pieces and I was left completely unharmed although I was also at the scene." Lying to May after losing him just felt wrong.

So [Y/N] told her everything, about Spiderman, about the Green Goblin and the Osborns. And a few months later, when [Y/N] decided to take her late boyfriend's place and protect New York, the first thing she did was tell May. May, of course, pleaded with the girl not to go any further with the idea of Spiderwoman, but [Y/N] had her mind set. She was going to protect New York, not only for her home state's sake, but for Peter's memory as well.

May sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop [Y/N] and there was no point in wasting both of their time. She'd been trying to put an end to this for two years now, but the girl was stubborn. Peter had called it "overly ambitious". May couldn't help but think that Ben could've put an end to this somehow, but it was just her now. She'd find a way eventually.

"If you need anything," May finally spoke. "I'll be home all night. I don't have night rounds at the hospital for the rest of this week. You stop by, no matter how late, okay? Peter's old bed is always there for you."

[Y/N] felt a pang in her chest at the mention of Peter's childhood bedroom. She'd spent at least four months after his death practically rotting away in his bed. There were so many memories from their teenage years in that room. She didn't know if she could face them again without deteriorating.

"Thanks, May," [Y/N] gave her a small smile. "I'll shoot you a text if I decide to stop by. In the meantime, pamper yourself. You work too hard."

The women shared a hug, May giving the girl a warm kiss on the cheek before they finally parted ways. [Y/N] watched May make her way out of the graveyard before leaning down to Peter's headstone. She gently sat her forehead against the stone and closed her eyes.

"I really, really hope you're proud of me."

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It was late. She'd been out for hours now, patrolling around the entire state of New York. Stopped a few break-ins, prevented some drug deals, the usual crime scene. It had been quiet ever since Norman Osborn's death. His passing was sudden, an apparent suicide. The news had sent [Y/N] into a fit of rage.

"That coward took the easy way out. After everything he's done, after Peter, it's over because of a fucking self-inflicted gunshot to the head? It was supposed to be me, May. I wanted to watch him bleed."

[Y/N] sat close to the top of the Empire State building. This had been her and Peter's hiding spot. She could remember the first time he had brought her up here, sometime during junior year, and the view had completely taken her breath away. Peter had taken her hand and told her he loved her for the first time. It truly felt like they could've conquered the world together.

She took a breath, attempting to let herself relax for the first time in a few days. She was exhausted; her head was pounding and her body ached. It was a lot more difficult to do the job that Peter left behind without any super-human abilities. She was extremely lucky all of his equipment hadn't taken damage, trying to follow Peter's notes and blueprints felt like reading a foreign language. It was a miracle she hadn't taken life-threatening injuries yet, though she had ended up on May's doorstep needing help getting patched back up more times than she'd like to admit. Thank God for May Parker.

The wind up this high was chilling. It seemed to bite, but it held a certain familiarity that brought comfort. [Y/N] wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the structure of the building. The red and blue of the suit reflected against the metal. She had managed to adjust Peter's old suit enough to get it to fit her smaller frame. She was cold. She never used to be cold up here.

Her eyes were getting heavier and it was dangerous to stay up this high, but she couldn't seem to care. She gave in almost at once, letting her eyes drift shut. I'll just rest my eyes for a minute, she thought. It's not like anyone will find me up here.

There was a brief moment of complete silence. No city sounds, no wind, she could barely hear the steady intake of her own breath. It was calm, almost as if she had made her way to the end of the world. A bright, nearly blinding light made [Y/N] squeeze her eyes shut tighter. What the hell?

The noise resumed. Cars honked, people yelled. [Y/N] rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the effect of the light, and noticed that the sun had risen. Had she accidentally fallen asleep and slept until morning? She'd have to send May a text. She always sent May an "I'm Ok! :)" after patrol. The woman must be worried sick.

[Y/N] made her way off of the building, slipping her mask back on and beginning to swing home. The sounds of Jonah Jameson's voice echoed through Times Square. Since when had he begun filming his episodes? She could've sworn the reporter only did his podcast.

J. Jonah Jameson sat at a desk, a stack of papers in his hand. His voice seemed to echo through the city. "Spider-Man continues his era of chaos with no remorse—"

That was weird. She had sworn everyone had switched to referring to the vigilante as Spiderwoman ever since the change had become more apparent. Also, when did Jameson go bald? He looked just... slightly off.

The reporter's rant on the hero continued. "When will you cease this meaningless destruction? After your betrayal to Mysterio, it's a miracle you have any public support remaining at all."

Mysterio? Who the hell was Mysterio?

The girl stopped, perching herself on the edge of a building and looking at the screen expectantly. She couldn't remember fighting a "Mysterio". There hadn't been a big bad in New York since the Goblin.

"It's time this little round of show-and-tell was put to an end," Jameson continued. "When will you face the facts? For the betterment of this city, you should be put behind bars. It's time you turned yourself in, Peter Parker."

[Y/N] felt her stomach drop.

The screen flashed. A photo of a teenaged boy was put on display. The words "PUBLIC ENEMY #1" were plastered over his face. Footage followed of the man Mysterio, accusing Peter of attempting to kill him. He revealed his identity and screen went to black.

[Y/N] could see Jameson's face appear back on the screen, but she couldn't hear a word he spoke. Something was extremely wrong here. She couldn't stop thinking about the boy that they had shown.

That's wasn't Peter.

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pack it up barzy 😍

LITERALLY THOUGHT THIS WAS HIM WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS LMAOO