chin rests in a perfectly manicured hand , the other strumming along the merch table with the soft click of acrylics . when she first agreed to help with sales for her brother , angel envisioned free concert tickets & attention . instead , she’s sat down in a chair almost the entire time , counting money she doesn’t even get to keep in exchange for his band’s cds . even during the shows , she has to stay put -- the only person other than bouncers and bartenders who isn’t up and moving . it’s embarrassing -- and the blonde can’t help but begin to think that this whole summer gig was just so he could keep an extra close eye on her . her brother’s vocals cause her nose to scrunch up in annoyance , not because his voice was bad , but because it was his . gaze lazily shifts to the crowd , scrutinizing before shifting to the bar , where her eyes lock with @blueminke , the guitarist of the opening band . posture straightens ever so slightly , and she smiles coyly before mouthing a silent plea across the small venue with pink glossed lips : can you get me a drink ? / ♡
Peter had decided that he wouldn’t re-introduce himself to any of his old friends. It hadn’t been an easy decision but he’d realized that it had been his proximity to these people; to Ned, MJ and all the rest, that had gotten them hurt in the first place.
So no, it would be better for them if they never knew Peter Parker at all.
There was only one person that he allowed himself to contact, because he had yet to meet anything that could take down Blue Boy. Ashton was safe. He had to be or no one was.
The decision still turned his stomach, a sickening middle ground between excitement and terror. He had to force himself to walk those last few paces up to the table where Ashton was sitting.
“Hi, uh, you don’t know me.” And didn’t that hurt? “But, my name is Peter Parker, I saw you across the way and, I don’t know thought I’d say hello?”
+ @blueminke / @temporarywiin (ash) to the rescue!
udyati has always jokingly called it her kryptonite, citing that only the cerbera odollam would and could do her in. whether that’d be it’s flowers, the fruit borne from it or it’s juices. once ingested, everything stopped working as it should until her body had purged it from her.
and who would even know that, right? who would know where to find that? so she and her friends joked about it until it was too late and someone administered a dose.
she didn’t notice it at first. other flavors overpowered it and it’s only when she comes to, strapped to a chair, looking blearily into the unblinking red eye of a camera does she realize - slowly but surely - what’s happening.
someone out there knows her weaknesses and they got to her.
udyati’s mouth is burning, her body is coated with a sheen of sweat and a roaring headache makes a home on the inside of her skull. so much so that she almost can’t hear whoever it is that took her.
the unblinking red eye fades and then there is nothing but darkness.
“I can’t believe anyone would tell you you aren’t beautiful, Jess.” Steve mumbled, as she had pushed him onto the couch and straddled him. He knew that her looks had changed because of the demo-dog attack, but that was hardly a reason to see her as anything less. Steve had his own scars, and as she had tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside, she would see them. Places the bats had taken hunks of skin. Scars from previous battles. The scar that was still so obvious around his neck.
“You’re stunning. Inside and out. Fuck the rest.” He grinned up at her, grabbing her own shirt with a laugh and tossing it aside to be lost with his own. Having her in just her bra, Steve felt a fire within him, trying to control himself. He was trying to do better, usually letting the girls he was with take the lead, in case this wasn’t something they wanted. He was relieved though when she leaned down to kiss him, his hands instantly moving up to cradle her face, pulling her closer and lifting his head to kiss her right back.
Kissing was nice. He’d be okay with just kissing, if that was what she wanted. But something had told Steve that she wanted more, and no, it wasn’t just the fact that she had removed her pants, and was now in nothing but an underwear set. He groaned as she started grinding down against him, his hips moving gently, thrusting up and swivveling to create a good friction against her. He was sure if his jeans weren’t still on that she would feel wet through the cotton panties, and he wanted to touch, but again - control over here, Steven.
He was definitely getting hard from her movements, and he was certain she could feel it against her core, Steve biting into his lower lip as he broke the kiss with a small groan. “Y’know, that would probably feel better without clothes.” He laughed, sitting up a bit, kissing at her cheek. “I’m not saying we have to have sex, if you don’t want that. But one less barrier would feel a Hell of a lot better. We can just make out, and you can use me as your personal grinding tool all you want. Or I can finger you. Or eat you out. Honestly, whatever you want from me, Jessica.”
she’s been laying upside down on the couch for a teeny tiny bit. legs leaning up against the backrest and her head hanging off the cushions. she should probably get upright sometime soon but for now, this is where she stays, this is how she remains.
"i think i could take him.” ‘him’ being blue boy. one, two, three heartbeats pass and she’s quick to tack on: “in a fight, i mean. don’t you---gods, i didn’t mean it in that way, ash. all i’m saying is, i’d win if we sparred. i’m good at sparring. i know the body.” it’ll take her a minute before she realizes that, too, could be taken as a double entendre at worst and best.
yet her recent dreams might suggest otherwise. a tie, perhaps, instead of a clear victor. or perhaps they’d both be exactly that. but that’s neither here nor there.
“You didn’t have to do that. But you did.” from jessica !
"No, you're right, I didn't have to. I don't have to do anything." Steve stated casually, leaning against the counter in his kitchen. He was currently holding a bag of frozen peas to his steadily swelling black eye, as he figured it was better to get something cold on it before it got even worse, and getting ice was just an inconvenience.
"But the thing is that I wanted to." He smiled, a bit of blood against his pearly whites from the split lip. "That guy was being an asshole to you, Jess. No one deserves to be bullied. No one."
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