[ There's a lot of pressure to meander your way to the right person before the New Year's countdown begins. It's in the movies and on TV, and it's like, supposed to be good luck or something right? To kiss someone cool so the rest of the year starts off on a good note. A happy one. Maybe even a romantic one.
Peter hasn't exactly had a whole lot of experience in this department, actually, you know on account of the fact that he's never actually kissed anyone before. But it's like, yeah. It's no big deal or whatever, even if his eyes dart across the room in hopes of spotting a familiar blonde girl who is super way out of his league and also older than him, so it's probably kind of weird anyway. It's fine, though. It's not like he really subscribes to the 'New Years Kiss Brings Good Luck' theory, not when there's absolutely no evidence to back it up, and there's no reason why a kiss couldn't also turn the rest of your year horrible, or maybe avoiding a kiss is actually what brings good luck instead. (He doesn't actually believe the latter though.)
He's ruminating this deep and philosophical debate in his head as the clock strikes closer to one, with a resounding seven ... six ... five ... ringing in his ears. He's searching for the exit door at this point, because the idea of kissing a stranger seems, well, terrifying honestly, and in his efforts to push through a cluster of similarly meandering party guests, finds himself being elbow-jerked right into Jughead Jones' direction.
Fancy that. ]
Oh, heyy - it's the motorcycle guy, right?
[ Just kidding, Peter knows who he is. They've even hung out a couple of times since Scary Elsa failed to let them go. He throws a smile in his friend's direction and a kind of quick headtilt towards the exit, like I'm gonna head out now! Only cool people are supposed to be here at this point and I am sorely sticking out -- but the exit's blocked and he's just shifting his stance a little awkwardly before the countdown ends.
[ the last thing on jughead jones' mind is kissing someone for good luck at the stroke of midnight. first of all, he has a girlfriend. she isn't here, but if he is going to kiss anyone, it's going to be her. second, it's honestly as stupid and awkward of a tradition as kissing someone under the mistletoe. third, he needs to get home. time flew by on him. he has two dogs waiting for him back at a house he can't trust. yes, that's right. can't. trust.
so as the countdown begins, he starts to push his way through the crowd towards the exit. no one is going to miss him if he slips out now.
he almost makes it to the doors too before he catches sight of peter. ]
Yeah, and you're the guy who'd ticked off the Snow Queen, right?
[ he likes peter. surprisingly. jug doesn't have a whole lot of trust reserved for the good people of deerington, but he has started to give a few the benefit of the doubt. peter parker would be one of them. he's smart, friendly, and easy to get along with, so maybe it's the growing sense of comfort with him that evokes the sudden, unexpected urge to kiss him as the clock strikes twelve. whatever it is, his eyes have fallen down to his lips just as his hands instinctively lift to cup his face. he is going to feel so sorry about this later, but right now, at this moment, he is going to lean in for that kiss. hopefully, peter will end up with a year's supply of good luck after this. ]
One second he's just greeting his friend, and the next, there are hands on his face, keeping him in place - and it's like. No, it's not awful, not at all, but it's a bit weird. Right? Like, it's weird. He's never had any kind of -
Well.
Jughead leans in, and Peter knows what that means, even if he's never experienced it first-hand (thank you, media!) - and more than that, he kind of wants it. It's like his skin's buzzing in anticipation for it. He lets himself be pulled in, closing the distance between them so their mouths meet just as the clock begins to chime twelve times, each strike of the bell a resounding echo around them.
It's a chaste kiss, and there's a little bit of confusion, sure, but it's - it's nice. ]
[ his lips are softer than expected. not that he was expecting this. never even thought of it before this moment in fact. but yeah, it's... not so bad. nice. apparently the one with more experience here, jug takes the lead, gradually deepening the kiss.
nipping softly at his bottom lip, one of his hands drop down to peter's waist, easing him closer. he can hear screams and shouts coming from all around them, but he is too wrapped up in what they're doing to check.
a part of him is telling him to stop, to open his eyes and take a look, to step back â yet another part of him, an inherently louder and more prevalent part, tells him to ignore the chaos happening around them and focus on just how pleasant this feels.
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[ There's a lot of pressure to meander your way to the right person before the New Year's countdown begins. It's in the movies and on TV, and it's like, supposed to be good luck or something right? To kiss someone cool so the rest of the year starts off on a good note. A happy one. Maybe even a romantic one.
Peter hasn't exactly had a whole lot of experience in this department, actually, you know on account of the fact that he's never actually kissed anyone before. But it's like, yeah. It's no big deal or whatever, even if his eyes dart across the room in hopes of spotting a familiar blonde girl who is super way out of his league and also older than him, so it's probably kind of weird anyway. It's fine, though. It's not like he really subscribes to the 'New Years Kiss Brings Good Luck' theory, not when there's absolutely no evidence to back it up, and there's no reason why a kiss couldn't also turn the rest of your year horrible, or maybe avoiding a kiss is actually what brings good luck instead. (He doesn't actually believe the latter though.)
He's ruminating this deep and philosophical debate in his head as the clock strikes closer to one, with a resounding seven ... six ... five ... ringing in his ears. He's searching for the exit door at this point, because the idea of kissing a stranger seems, well, terrifying honestly, and in his efforts to push through a cluster of similarly meandering party guests, finds himself being elbow-jerked right into Jughead Jones' direction.
Fancy that. ]
Oh, heyy - it's the motorcycle guy, right?
[ Just kidding, Peter knows who he is. They've even hung out a couple of times since Scary Elsa failed to let them go. He throws a smile in his friend's direction and a kind of quick headtilt towards the exit, like I'm gonna head out now! Only cool people are supposed to be here at this point and I am sorely sticking out -- but the exit's blocked and he's just shifting his stance a little awkwardly before the countdown ends.
Three ... two ... one ...!
Uh-oh ...? ]
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so as the countdown begins, he starts to push his way through the crowd towards the exit. no one is going to miss him if he slips out now.
he almost makes it to the doors too before he catches sight of peter. ]
Yeah, and you're the guy who'd ticked off the Snow Queen, right?
[ he likes peter. surprisingly. jug doesn't have a whole lot of trust reserved for the good people of deerington, but he has started to give a few the benefit of the doubt. peter parker would be one of them. he's smart, friendly, and easy to get along with, so maybe it's the growing sense of comfort with him that evokes the sudden, unexpected urge to kiss him as the clock strikes twelve. whatever it is, his eyes have fallen down to his lips just as his hands instinctively lift to cup his face. he is going to feel so sorry about this later, but right now, at this moment, he is going to lean in for that kiss. hopefully, peter will end up with a year's supply of good luck after this. ]
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One second he's just greeting his friend, and the next, there are hands on his face, keeping him in place - and it's like. No, it's not awful, not at all, but it's a bit weird. Right? Like, it's weird. He's never had any kind of -
Well.
Jughead leans in, and Peter knows what that means, even if he's never experienced it first-hand (thank you, media!) - and more than that, he kind of wants it. It's like his skin's buzzing in anticipation for it. He lets himself be pulled in, closing the distance between them so their mouths meet just as the clock begins to chime twelve times, each strike of the bell a resounding echo around them.
It's a chaste kiss, and there's a little bit of confusion, sure, but it's - it's nice. ]
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nipping softly at his bottom lip, one of his hands drop down to peter's waist, easing him closer. he can hear screams and shouts coming from all around them, but he is too wrapped up in what they're doing to check.
a part of him is telling him to stop, to open his eyes and take a look, to step back â yet another part of him, an inherently louder and more prevalent part, tells him to ignore the chaos happening around them and focus on just how pleasant this feels.
but no, he can't. he shouldn'tâ
he is going to. ]