#I’m sorry girl it’s not ur fault ily

[ottosbigtop]

Jacobi n Maxwell yayyyy. Jacobi’s been really growing on me I love how his va does his line delivery

[comet-forgot-you]

HI ITS ME AGAIN BACK AT IT- Loved my last request so I thought I’d keep you on ur toes and give inspo

Vampire!Amber ( bc I’m a sucker for her ) x Werewolf!Reader, maybe like an established relationship from the last one but it’s secret, their team lost a match.. oh shit I’m already giggling and kicking my feet thinking about it.. ANYWAYS BYEEE

-🐦‍⬛anon

🐦‍⬛ anon ily. i honestly got a super off track but i will definitely rewrite it later to fit the ask better IM SORRY

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

it was partially your fault that you lost today’s game. you were out of it, your senses were heightened to the max, but not any that could even remotely help you win the game, no. instead, your senses were on amber like never before. you could smell her so strongly, her perfume, her shampoo, even the sweat that coated her body. you could smell it all a lot stronger than you had before. and you could hear her heartbeat from the other side of the court, you could hear her shallow breath as she sprinted across the court. you werent sure what was happening.

amber knew, though. she knew the moment she saw you, smelt you really. she knew how horny you were before the game even started. she knew she had two options. she could fuck it out of you before the game started, or she could make it worse for you so the fuck after the game would be even better.

she chose the second option of course. she had dragged you into the bathroom of the locker room as everyone filtered out to the court, placing a hand on your mouth to quiet the sounds that were certain to leave your lips. she pressed a kiss to your neck, trailing down and tugging your jersey to the side. “you’re so pretty baby,” she mumbled against the skin, a muffled whimper leaves your lips. “can i taste?” you nod as best you could and thats all it takes for amber to sink her teeth into your flesh, your blood filling her mouth. she groans at the taste, she could taste how fucking horny you were.

amber nearly loses focus at the taste of your blood, but she’s quick to regain control of her own urges, letting her aphrodisiac laced venom fill the wound she had created. she pulls back, licking up any extra blood that threatens to stain your jersey. “taste so good, as always, baby,” she mutters, pressing a bloody kiss to your lips.

that was all before the game, and now, after? she was angry. at herself, partially, you even less, but angry at the rest of the team. they played like it was their first time playing, their movements groggy. god, if she knew thats how they would be playing, she wouldnt have urged your arousal on further than what it already was.

you were still completely tuned into all of amber, your senses seemingly only tuned in on her. your head was foggy, filled with her, eyes half lidded as your heart pounded in your chest. the ache between your thighs had become so unbearable, you needed amber to make it go away.

you leaned back against the cold metal of the lockers, hoping it would cool your heated skin even just a little bit. your teammates gathered their things, heads hung low as they hurried to get out.

amber was on the complete opposite side of the locker room. you could feel the anger radiating off of her and it only spurred your need for her on even further. god you’ve never needed her like you needed her now.

the second the locker room is empty, leaving just the two of you, you break the thick silence between you. “amber,” you whimper out pathetically, your thighs squeezing together pathetically.

amber’s in front of you in the blink of an eyes, settled down on her knees, staring up at your half lidded eyes. “oh my poor girl,” she says almost mockingly. “made such a mess, huh?” you nod pathetically, your hips bucking up to meet absolutely nothing. amber’s thumb strokes your cunt through your uniform.

“please, ambs, need you so bad. it hurts so bad, i need you to make it go away.” your words seem to pick her anger apart, the usual cocky tone in your voice long gone, traded in for a whiner tone, one so full of desperation it gives amber her own ache between her thighs.

“you’re so lucky right now,” she mumbles before pulling the bottoms of your uniform down, leaving your cunt to meet the cold air of the locker room. you hiss quietly as amber blows her own cold air against your warm cunt, her cold hands gripping onto your thighs. you want so desperately to close them, to let them help with the almost painful ache, but you know better. you know that whatever amber was about to give you would be thousands of times better than what squeezing your thighs together would do.

and youre completely right. amber’s mouth meets your warm pussy in an instant, her tongue lapping up the sticky mess you had made. you mind was clouded, full of need for your girl. amber’s tongue prods at your entrance, desperately trying to get as much of your juices as she possibly could before bringing you to your orgasm.

your hips buck up against her, your clit hitting her nose so perfectly you cant help the loud moan that falls from your lips. “im sorry,” you mumble out quickly, your hand moving to cover your mouth. amber shakes her head from her place between your thighs, tearing your hand away from your mouth.

“i wanna hear you, pretty girl,” she mumbles against your cunt. the vibrations force another loud moan to leave your lips. you can feel her smile against your cunt, before she continues her actions, lapping at your cunt so desperately, as if she needed you as badly as you needed her.

she did.

you’re so sensitive, every move amber makes against your cunt has you teetering on the edge of your orgasm. your stomach tenses, thighs trembling slightly. youre close. you and amber both know it.

“amber, im gonn-“ you cant even finish your sentence before youre coming undone against her tongue. youre breathless, guilt pooling in the pit of your stomach. or was that arousal? “im sorry, i didnt mean to, amber. i couldnt help it im sorry,” tears brim your eyes as your desperate eyes stare into amber’s lust filled ones.

“its okay baby, i know you couldnt help it. youre so worked up, couldnt keep it in, hmm?” you nod, feeling a little tired. amber kisses her way around your thighs before pressing a featherlight kiss to your pulsing clit. you’re already ready for more, already dripping at the thought of amber fucking you more.

“need more, ‘m sorry,” you whisper, pulling amber up to meet your lips by her jersey.

“dont be sorry, baby. you know i have plenty to give. just come to mine, ill give you as much as you need,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

and she does. she keeps true to her promise and you had never been more thankful for her inability to sleep than tonight. she fucked you good, using every single thing she could give you to bring you to your orgasm over and over and over again. she didnt stop until you had passed out on her, exhaustion becoming more than your arousal. but even then amber was still succumbing to your neediness, grinding down against her thigh whilst you slept.

amber had never seen you so horny before, but she loved every single second of it.

[pinkrifle]

Hc’s for being childhood friends with randy?

HOLY MOTHER EFFING SHIT!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQ. ILY.

we ❤️ RANDY around here, folks.

— being childhood friends with randy!!

cws/tw’s: weed mention, but like, when is randy not associated with weed.

a/n 1: this is very ooc since i don’t watch much randy clips, but i’ll think about actually educating mysel before telling ppl i write for things 😭 so my fault, dw 🫶

misc. notes: reader and randy are 10-13

you guys are KICK ASS at kickball. everyone see’s hell when you guys are on the same team.

definitely the ones who are complete goof fuckin balls in the nice teachers class.

joking about starting weed farms or being edible dealers, always looking for random ways to get high (it never works)

sus ass jokes. YALL R ALWAYS SO GAY even if your making the jokes to the opposite gender 😙

assuming randy was also childhood friends with sharon at the time, your always doing the most annoyingest shit ever,,

making kissy faces at them and bringing them valentines gifts in the others’ name, they know it’s you but act flustered to humor you <3

going over to randy’s house and cooking, he used to be a good cook .. uhhhhhhhh we don’t talk about that 🤭 but you do make dinner for him sometimes

doing reckless stuff, cheating on tests and usually getting caught. he’s a little ditzy so you guys hardly think twice about your dummy actions!!

y’all try weed the first time when your 13, absolutely euphoric and you have severe fkn munchies. definitely doesn’t start the farm until later but still, weed is amazing to u guys

rlly weird roast sessions, like your roasts suck but people will laugh a t anything you guys say so you say it!!

on halloween you guys dress up as weed leaves, your parents won’t let you dress up as it infront of them so you change as soon as you get out the house fr

if randy ever got braces (kinda unlikely but i thought this was funny) you would so rip on him for it, he would sound like shelly (even tho she doesn’t exist for many decades to come) and you call him all sorts of names. but without all the teasing you give him icecream and ice to help him with the hurting of his braces

i imagine hes like stan when he’s younger than 12, so you guys are like kyle and stan fr. inseparable besties!!

if anyone makes jokes about you guys being together (regardless if your a girl or boy) you will 100% hate that person FOREVER >:( y’all r simply besties.

a/n: holy shir this is actually so short. i’m so sorry lately i’ve been so tired but long requests -> easier to take care of, so thank u and thank you other anons for making ur requests long /gen

[my-castles-crumbling]

CAS,

IT'S ME HI!

IM CARING ANON

IT'S ME. (this was a shitty T Swizzle reference but hey im in a good mood.)

Get urself a snack coz this is gonna be longgg. And also this is the final update.

So last time when i had updated u Lottie had asked me if she could think over my proposition. And this morning she texted me saying that she wants to meet J & I at the local Starbucks before school. I was like ok, and i told J. He was suspicious coz he thought I had told Lottie about his plan (he was correct tho lmao).

So once we met her at Starbucks, Lottie did something i wasn't expecting her to do. She came out to J (and me)!!

This is kind of how it went down:

Lottie: so I have to tell you something very important.

J: what is it?

Lottie: I'm a lesbian.

Me: *choking on my coffee*

J: LMAOO ok.

Me:...

Lottie:...

Me: oh you're serious?

Lottie: yes

J: oh damn

J: *to me* you knew didn't you? that's why u were convincing me it's not a good idea.

Me: *awkward nod*

Lottie: it's not her fault, i had asked her not to.

J: wow ok.

( a very uncomfortable and long pause later)

J: I'm sorry idk how to react , nobody has ever come out to me b4r.

Lottie: it's ok. I just wanted to put it out there, coz this was causing a lot of awkwardness amongst us.

J: awkwardness? did u know that I fancy u?

Me: *very awkward laugh*

Lottie: no, actually i fancied *my name*.

J: WHAT

Lottie: yeah

J: why? there are a lot of other girls who are wayy hotter than her.

Me: *lowkey offended* excuse me?

J: it's true.

Lottie: *laughs*

J: all seriousness though, thank you for telling me. Do you want me to keep it a secret?

Lottie: yes, just for sometime. Till I'm confident enough to tell everyone.

Me: ofc, u need to come out when you're comfortable. There's no deadline. You can trust us.

Lottie: thanks.

After that we talked about some random shit and then we walked to school.

Also Lottie told me that she will be keeping some distance with us not because she doesn't want to be friends anymore but bcoz she needs to get over me.

(p.s- after school i took J to Nando's coz I knew he was sad)

So yeah that's the end of it, and I'm so fucking relieved that it all went well. And a huge part of it goes to you, Cas. Your advice really helped otherwise god knows what would've happened.

SO THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ILY 💕💕💕 YOU'RE LIKE AN AMAZING OLDER SISTER. EVERYONE IN UR LIFE IS SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU!!!!

With lots of love,

Caring Anon ♥️

Hi!!!

Oh, I’m so glad things went decently! I was a bit worried for J, lol. Also, don’t give me too much credit, you did amazing! You definitely live up to your anon name! I hope you have such a great day!

<3 <3 <3

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/739224380667772928/hi-j-can-i-talk-ab-smth-thats-making-me-sad?source=share

thank you🫶🏻. i read this reply earlier and it made me cry bc you’re the only one who actually cares. thanks for letting me talk. also this is long and i’m v sorry but i just wanted to share w someone. part of it gets deep but i swear u don’t have to reply to that part, i fr just wanna make one point ab guys fighting

i hate violence so much. the jokes ab men punching walls don’t make me laugh and men beating the shit out of other guys to protect their girl isn’t attractive to me. i just hate all of it

it used to be funny and attractive until it wasn’t. my dad was so mad at me yesterday bc he was drunk and i wouldn’t give him more alc, that he punched a wall. i took a pic of the hole in my bedroom door and sent it my friends in our gc and we were laughing so hard at it bc white men and punching walls yk? It was so funny and we kept making jokes/memes ab it til i realised he punched the wall bc he couldn’t punch me (i closed my door and he couldn’t get in) and that’s a weird fucking realisation.

i just don’t like any of it and i’m having a v bad day. i told my mum and brother and nobody gets it. they both blame me. it’s ridiculous. and now i’m convincing myself that i DID do something wrong, when i know i didnt. it’s fucking crazy. he could beat the shit out of me (he wouldn’t) and they’d still find a way to make it my fault.

im gna send u my mums response (english is her 3rd language so ignore the mistakes) and she’s literally blaming me.

for context, my dad has a history of abuse (against my mum, yet she still defends him) and my mum is just as bad.

this is what she texted me:

“Ppl have limitations. If you push them they do things or say things and you turn and call names to those can’t bare any more. You should be a bit more patient and a bit more respectful to your parents

You shouldn’t keep shouting at him. We’re both doing our best even we are not the best I know, but as a return I thing we deserve to be respected , if you are better than us then you should understand what I am saying”

i just feel so alone. i stg it’s like no one understands.

anyways long story short i don’t like violence and i don’t find it attractive. i don’t shame anyone / any girls bc i’m a girls girl at heart, but i hate how people have romanticised violence bc it really does send the wrong message to guys and younger boys growing up and hearing “fights are so hot” and “it’s so sexy when guys beat the shit out of other guys” even if they deserved it. like even tho they wouldn’t do that to you, the reminder that they can makes me sick. i just don’t like it and i feel like i’m the only one :/ violence just makes me icky and anxious and scared even if it’s not directed to me/supposed to “protect me” (when it’s at another guy at a bar or whatever).

thanks for listening to my rant. ur legit my bestie. i have an anon emoji & we’re mutuals/we talk on here like all the time but i don’t wanna use it on this

ily

i don’t think you’re wrong for having this opinion or have it belong in an unpopular opinion category. i think the issue is that violence (esp w. men) has been so desensitized that it’s “normal.”

i also don’t like violence and grew up with an angry man in my home. i will never be an angry man and i will never be with one for that reason. but when i read something fictional i feel like im taking control back (? if that makes sense.) because i can “control” the violence.

your dad was wrong, and it was wrong of your mom to try and protect him. you deserve to feel safe and i’m sorry you don’t. i’m here always <3

[horanghoe]

warm milk & honey - SKZ fic

A/N: I just realised I forgot Han ^ I am screaming

Pairing: OT7/reader

Rating: PG friendly (with a friendly warning of poly / multiple person relationship).

Genre: POLY!SKZ / Fluff / Very slight angst & mentions of bad sleep patterns.

Word Count: 3.6k exactly, my doods

Summary: A restless night, ultimately remedied by your sweet baby man angel boys. Or alternatively: Istg if Jisung makes one more weird noise imma end this man’s whole life no cap, Binnie hold me back -

Back to ~ SKZ Masterlist

Back to ~ Main Masterlist

Special Mentions <3

 @domjaehyun​ for being a yoghurt eating legend that takes a year to respond ASKDJF ILY BICH//

@seowoos​ for inspiring this whole damn thing & helping me feel more comfortable w publishing more niche content models. Even if it’s just cheesy enough for the two of us <3 //

@chocolvte​ for being another OG on this list, n just generally being a sweet bean <3 baby girl ur reactions were the second inspiration to get me INTO SKZ in the first place. ily uwu // 

and lastly, surprise @mikoto-ica-fics​ !! You were the last part of the equation that got me to write smin for these boys. I binged practically all your fics in two nights bby, keep making michellin star fics <3

Tonight wasn’t working out quite as you had expected.

To be honest, it was fucking shit.

Well, the night itself was okay. In terms of activities. An evening in with your boyfriend, Chan.

Just you two versus the world. The poor boy was so tired that honestly, it had only consisted of a walk through the park to grab snacks, and returning to the empty dorm to laze around the whole evening. A Netflix date with some *ahem* late night fun to settle you both into a deep, restful state.

It was brilliant, fantastic. Until it wasn’t.

Until you lay painfully awake in his bed and suffocated in the dark silence and space between you. It wasn’t Chan’s fault; the obnoxious whirring of electronics made your head spin, tiny flashing lights and minute feelings of unease at the cupboard door leaning open; all made it virtually impossible to sleep.

It was too cold. Too hot. You were so comfortable, melted into the mattress. But it was swallowing you and your claustrophobia was starting to make you twitch. Moving off of your angelic boy’s limbs, you shimmied to the cooler side of the bed.

He stirred a little, before settling on turning away, onto his side. Phew. At least you hadn’t woken him. It wasn’t like you were trying to be selfish, but fuck. This was insufferable.

Every time you looked at the clock you were sure it slowed down - balls, at this point it could’ve skipped back an hour and you wouldn’t have batted an eye. Mostly because if they weren’t checking the clock, they were staring dead straight up at the ceiling.

Eh. Ugh. Fuck. I can’t sleep.

That’s all your brain could think. Stuck - monotone and on a never-ending loop.

It seemed like everything you had ever thought was swimming around in your brain like some kind of primordial juice. Feelings and emotions swelling and bloating in your belly until they settled.

And then a car passed outside, and everything started to swell up again.

Chan was on his side, turned away and peacefully gaining some shut-eye. He was only lightly sleeping though, that much you could tell. His body gently lifting, then falling with breath. Like you; he often struggled to sleep deeply, usually not lasting very long when he did manage to.

You were so pissed.

How dare he sleep. And look so good doing it. Even just his bareback looked hot as shit - here you were, a messy, greasy big toe wrestling with your stupid ape brain to shut off the useless brain thoughts, next to this slice of heaven - just, ugh existing so perfectly.

“Oh my god, this is torture.” You cursed quietly into the dead space.

Maybe the frustration was all from hormones?

Nah, fuck that. Feminism and all that jazz. That’s just part of the human condition, babycakes. Happens to the best of us, unfortunately.

No, what it was, was the constant whirring coming from the TV screen and Felix’s PlayStation tower and large monitor. The tiny little flashes, whirrs, huffs from the fan and rotating lights. It was driving you abhorrently insane. FUCK.

“Chan? Channie, baby, are you awake?.” You whispered into the air. His breath faltered a little, stirred mostly by your movement to groan, gruff and flip the duvet off your hot, sticky body. Gentle though you tried to be, it was still enough to wake his fuzzy brain.

“Chan, please. I’m sorry babe but that TV is driving me fucking insane.” Your voice was too alert and frustrated for him not to stir. His heart panged a little at the distress laced in your tone.

“Please, Channie. I’m so sorry…”

He rolled on his back to look at you. Slowly, and with much effort. He groaned softly before wiping his eyes and leaving his arms above his head.

“Hey.” He whispered, warmly smiling.

“Don’t be sorry – can you not sleep again, baby girl?” Chan asked softly, watching you sit stiffly upright. His deep voice made your heart flutter, nodding as he groaned. He smiled despite any resentment you may have allowed him to feel. Resting his warm palm against your rib as he muttered a response - you excused his fumbled words for definition - so tired he was barely able to keep his eyes open.

“You can turn it off, yeah?” Chan sighed.

What he meant was ‘You know how and where to turn it off, without messing up the whole system like last time, right?’. You nodded quickly, squeezing his bicep lightly before slipping from the exposed mattress.

Dashing up to scramble behind the low TV unit and find the one wire to end it all. Your infernal pain that was.

He watched you, letting his eyes rest occasionally. Truth was, you looked so beautiful to him when you were concentrating on something. For example, pulling out the HDMI cord triumphantly. And holding in a small squeal (scream), of relief when the high pitched buzzing cut out with a slight electronic fuzz. He chuckled, not missing your little feet pattering in step with a tiny little victory pump.

“Yes. Fuck. The noise, it’s gone!” Chan chuckled softly, keeping his arm outstretched until you landed beside him. Pulling you toward him, under the covers.

“Yeah, you really got that wire Y/N. Showed it who’s the boss, huh?” His tired enthusiasm outweighed his sarcasm, owning a soft kiss to the cheek as you clambered over the bed, only to flop with a weighted sigh straight down onto his shoulder.

He giggled, smiling with a yawn as he tucked his arm against your ribs, tucking you up against his chest in a bearhug.

You fell asleep quickly; soft breaths and just the presence of Chan's being, enough to satiate the gnawing ache in the back of your brain.

And it was peaceful. Restful. Warm, and so pleasant.

Until it wasn’t.

Turns out tonight wasn’t your night. The clock read 1:28 am – and the boys were due to come home from practice any moment now. To be honest they were pretty late.

Chan had originally had the day off, hence the chance for you to be led here in his arms. But you were starting to think it really hadn’t made that much of a difference.

It wasn’t just the high pitched whirring that had aggravated you, but now the uncomfortable heat radiating from Chan's body. The small whoosh of cool air against your neck at any vehicle that passed by. Or just the evening breeze. You groaned softly, dropping your head back to Chan’s chest with a soft thud, lulling back into a light and unrestful sleep.

Ten minutes or so passed. Waking from a fuzzy dream, you were disorientated. The worst dreams always happened in short little bursts. Like little hellish fever dreams.

The clock now read 1:39 am and the time between minutes was becoming unbearable. Too long to bear . You had to move. Speak. Scream. Cry. Kick. Do something.

Peeling off Chan’s arm, and replacing yourself with a large fluffy pillow, you left your lover to rest. You dread to think that it would be able to replace you, but hey, at least it wouldn’t move like one big fat sweaty ferret, right?

Sigh. Sad times.

You abandoned Chan for the disgustingly bright hallway. Seeking new comforts, from whoever would take you. The boys were home; noises of beings floating down the hall, past Chan’s room.

By the time you had gathered the strength to rise off the bed though – blinking away the stars and excited little lines in your vision and raising enough chi to move your soul, and body upwards off of the bed – an inkling of tiredness was starting to itch into your consciousness.

You ached to be held. Loved.

You weren’t sleepy enough to get back into his bed though. Though; you missed Chan’s body as soon as you had tumbled yourself away from it.

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Fetching your favourite fluffy square pillow and putting on one of Chan’s big shirts, you padded out and into the hallway. The door closed behind you with a soft putt, pillow tight against your belly.

The tired but comfortingly loud voices of your other lovers were coming from the kitchen.

You wobbled forward, groaning to yourself as your thighs began to ache. Just from being alive, you guessed. Your thighs tingled your skin into little chilly goosebumps, a shiver sparking down your spine.

Maybe the heat of Chan’s bed wasn’t so bad, you began to consider. Before a voice echoed down to where you were slowly walking from.

“Ya – hold up, I’ll grab my jumper then we can watch that stupid shit-film you were on about earlier?” You heard Jisung shout over the kitchen to the boys gathered on the sofa.

The boys muttered some form of agreement and before you could process it, the firm but soft body of Han Jisung had swung right around the corner and straight into your zombie path.

Being conscious, and not half-dead like you, he was able to stop abruptly in front of you and step back a little. The shock of a body blocking his path was quickly masked with warm love as he cooed at the sight of you.

“Y/n-ieeeeee look at youuuu~” He whispered loudly, wrapping his arms around you to squeeze you firm against his body.

His presence eased you, despite the chaotic energy he may have appeared to have. He was just one big squirrel with muscles. The perfectly-right size to pull you against him, your neck flopping so skin met skin, cheek to shoulder in that white sleeveless shirt of his.

You melted into his caring touch, groaning when he gave a squeeze and actually, not hating how firmly he held you. For a moment, he seemed to be just quietly accepting your unspoken words. Night-long grief expressed in the way you clung to him.

Eventually, he asked the inevitable questions, though.

“Baby, why aren’t you asleep? Hmm, pretty? It’s like, 2 am already!” He exclaimed softly, somewhat conscious of Chan’s sleeping presence down the hall. And your zombie-eardrums.

You couldn’t answer, instead, you let him pull you away so he could peer down at your head against his shoulder. The pillow was a soft barrier between you, though he removed it to place it softly on the floor.

“As cute as you look in Chan’s top right now, baby, this hallway is pretty cold. Gosh damn, your legs are shaking so much. How long have you been standing out here princess? Let’s get you warmed up, yeah?” He squeezed you against him once more - rubbing his warm palms against your trembling, shivering thighs.

As he stood back up you groaned again, reluctant to articulate how badly you just wanted to be softly touched. Not aggressively rubbed. Even if you appreciated the notion, it was cutely awkward. Your expression made him laugh softly, tucking hair behind your ear and placing a kiss on your cheek, head, forehead.

“You okay though? Wanna come sit with us?” You nodded quickly, body flopping into his hold as soon as his arms went to lift you. Your head rested on his shoulder, Jisung’s body dipping to lift you and wrap your knees around his hips. He was such a careful, sweet baby boy.

“Ya – come on you big baby, you. Who do you want to be delivered too for the meantime, huh? I gotta go change out of my gym stuff.”

“Hyunjin-ah... please...” You mumbled airily. Despite how unused your voice was, it was sweet as honey. He smiled, responding with a soft “Sure" before turning back to where he had come from. Heart warmed by the opportunity to care for you, even if for just a moment.

And even though he was a bit sticky – and the thought ‘yuck' registered quickly in your half-conscious brain – you didn’t mind the smell. Or the languid way he carried you.

You nuzzled against his neck, groaning once more as his entrance was announced to the room. A loud “Han Jisung's Special Delivery Service!” was projected, I.N. slipping by with a quick ruffle of your hair before moving to turn down the hall, into his room. The boys looked up at the noise and your entrance into the room, immediately softened by the sight.

You, entirely snuggled against a buoyant Jisung, that held you so carefully against his chest. Messy hair tucked under his chin; your eyes were puffy, sore, and barely open as he came into the centre of the soft-lit room.

“Nawww – cuuuutieeee~” Changbin cooed, Lee Know giggling as Seungmin stepped forward to kiss your cheek, sweetly brushing hairs away from your face. The proximity to Jisung didn’t seem to spook his intimacy.

Your eyes fluttered close from the embrace, Seungmin smiling to himself at his ability to soothe you. Even just a little.

“That’s a funny looking jumper, Ji.” Seungmin quipped, before adding a quick “Hi Y/N.” With a small squeeze of your cheek, before heading toward the kitchen.

“Hyunjin-ah you have a special request delivery here, where shall I put her?” Jisung questioned, approaching the sofa nimbly.

Hyunjin smiled, shuffling a little before holding out his arms, patting his lap.

“Right here~” you heard, before feeling gravity weigh at your back. You got off early, aided by Jisung and Hyunjin’s hands on your hips. Quietly you yawned, turning to a barefaced beautiful boy, smiling at you cutely.

Jisung pecked a kiss on your shoulder before passing, leaving to go sort himself out.

Hyunjin smiled up at you with a coo, pulling you down towards him with his long limbs. With you laying, legs tangled above him he wiggled back so you could lay comfortably on his chest.

He kissed your cheek before tucking your forehead against his chin, your eyes slowly bobbing open and shut as his calm vibe washed over you. Changbin shared some of your weight on the somewhat roomy sofa; kissing your hair softly and curling against you to keep you warm.

The television was on a late-night MC show playing. Though it registered to you as white noise. The boy’s voices over you were soothing, even if they edged a little loud occasionally.

At some point, you had started to drift off again. For the most part, Hyunjin was a gentle giant anyways. So despite his resistance to skinship, your body (and some of the boys), was never left out in terms of body-pillow-comforts.

Meaning, he treated your limbs like a very bony pillow he could encapsulate entirely.

You weren’t sure where the others were. Or what part of the sofa you were even on. You figured the end since the guys had their feet up. But you didn’t mind. It was safe. Here, in their arms. Against their bodies.

Even the bright overhead lights of the kitchen and hallway weren’t enough to stop you lulling into sleep.

At a later point, you awoke again with a startle – Jisung shushing your tired whines with a kiss as he jumped onto the sofa to your left, a little too enthusiastically. Hyunjin moaned like a brat, ultimately having a play fight underneath you until you mustered up a death stare to end all squabbles, ever. Period. Jisung settled, intertwining your fingers on Hyunjin’s belly until your breath softened. Falling into a weak slumber once more.

Once again; your sleep was great. Perfect. Until it wasn’t.

An abrupt jostle of Hyunjin jolting to stop spilling the food he held above your head, was met with an unattractive grunt of pure disgust on your part. Eyes squinted, head wrinkled and body tense, you were once again awake.

“Sorry baby! I didn’t mean to wake you!” Hyunjin whined, too loudly next to your throbbing head. Changbin noticed your tense limbs and pulled you backwards against his chest. This merely caused another squabble to ensue between them - who held the right to hold you, like a fluffy comfort blank.

Suddenly everything was bothering you again.

Their constant jostling and boyish movements were just too much. You pulled up from Changbin. Avoiding the tugging, whining, needy arms and hands from Hyunjin to stand weakly once more.

Frustrated. Tired. And all coupled with a reasonably ugly scowl weeping over your face.

They were so engrossed in their silly little arguments, little kicks, punches and teasing laughter, that they barely even noticed your sluggish movements to get up.

Until you were on your feet. Your body heat sapped from them in a bitter attempt at being sour. Hyunjins hands immediately flew out to steady you. Changbin pouting but ultimately letting you retreat once more.

“Y/Nieeee~ Come baaack, I didn’t mean it. Come lay back down, baby~” Hyunjin whined warily, the other two boys still giggling amongst themselves. You swatted against the tiredness on your face, grumbling before stumbling backwards.

You made it a few steps before you folded over on impact at hitting the kitchen table. The table thudded on impact and the boys winced, watching your face scrunch up in pain immediately.

A new pair of hands caught you this time, stuttering before lean arms caught you.

“Woah! Careful there pretty girl, nearly took the whole bloody table out. You okay?”

Felix's. Soft, caring and most importantly soft voice and calm motions of support waved over you in a way that gave you immediate comfort. You rested your head against his chest as he tugged you up, body slumping into him with an inaudible impact. He giggled, despite your weighted movements, speaking lowly with that deep, tired voice of his.

“Y/N, you silly sausage, are you alright?” He prompted quietly, leaning his head down to capture your whines and huffs of pain.

“Owww, my butt… That hurt~” You groaned, not minding his giggles but sending a puffy glare to the others snickering away on the sofa.

The table (or your idiot bulldozer body), had set a deep ache right into the cheek of your butt. Your hand kneaded it gently before Felix’s hand quickly replaced yours, rubbing and squeezing softly until your face scrunched, the pain subsiding.

“Ouch.” You whispered, peering up at him with a pout. He kissed your nose cutely with a little eruption of giggles, helping you crack a pouty smile.

“Come on, cutie.” He mumbled before grabbing your hand to guide you slowly into the kitchen. “I could kiss it better?” He prompted, ultimately softening at your lack of response. You were so morgue-ish you hadn’t even registered his words. Letting him tug you blindly as your eyes struggled to stay open.

You could barely register his hands, pressing at your waist. Weakly managing to hold on as he lifted you on top of the counter. Squinting, you could see the clock read 2:23 (am) on the cooker. Ugh. What a night.

You’d feel shit in the morning. But that was nearly impossible to think about with the way Felix was holding you right now. Like a baby. Or a puppy. A little ball of fluff.

He kept some form of contact as he moved around you – a hand to the knee or his hip between your legs. Or even lips against your hairline, using the counter space around you to do something. What he was doing, you were tired to even care.

“You know what used to help me Y/N? When I couldn’t sleep at night?” He prompted gently. You shook your head, pulling back with a weak sway

“Warm milk and honey!” He exclaimed quietly. Too cute for his own good. You smiled, and he pulled you against his chest to kiss your cheek and giggle delicately.

“You want some? Then we could try to sleep? You look like you need some shut-eye, baby. Don’t wanna miss out on that beauty sleep! If you want - we can always sleep in – just call in sick? Your boss is honestly so nice, I'm sure she won’t mind. You say you’re always working through lunch breaks anyway?”

Despite his rambling, you just nodded. Tired eyes once again resting as the hum of the radiator, the vibration of his chest eased your brain. Your head tucked so right underneath his chin. His palms folded behind your lower back.

At some point, Changbin had appeared. Sweeping a thumb over your forehead before kissing you sweetly, cheek resting on Felix’s shoulder.

“I love you, princess. Sorry for waking you.” He had whispered against your lips. “Mmm-I-love-you-too-Binnie~” You managed in one tumbling sentence. In fairness, the touch would've probably led you both somewhere (the bedroom), if you weren’t in such a zombie-like state.

“Sure thing, pretty.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your puffy cheeks before retreating. He let you both be, cold marble beneath your thighs now warmed by your constant body heat. You passed out pretty quickly against Felix’s chest. Cocooned, safe.

What you did miss in your deep, deep sleep was the way they carried you.

Felix physically, to their shared room. Changbin carrying your drinks and fetching your favourite pillow from the hall.

And what you heavenly missed in the night; they made up to you in the morning.

And the next night. And the night after that.

Because even though you occasionally suffered restless nights, you knew one of them would always be there to catch you.

And you’d do the same for them.

P.S. Fuck Chan’s wiring system. Extension cables were the bane of your nightly living. *holds up fingers in a cross and hisses*

well would you look at that: updated 03/OCTOBER/2021

[hyunjinspark]

jade, you truly just keep out doing yourself with every update i can’t take it anymore 😭 the way felix is acting is so frustrating but i honestly like how it’s making y/n start to stand up for herself more and more. especially after the fight on the porch where she just backed down and apologised even though she wasn’t at fault for felix not being able to articulate his feeling towards her lol (i almost cried reading that it made me feel for her SO much). when hyunjin told her things that happened weren’t her fault and having her think about how nobody ever said that to her before broke my heart. i love y/n so much you’ve build her character in such a well written way that makes me want to cradle her and hide her in my pocket forever :( and finally getting hyunjins pov omg… the way he’s been aware of his feeling for what seems to be a while now made me so happy dhdjsk i need him to give her a fat smooch and not think of whatever consequences that might have PLEASE i wish y/n would open up about her plans to move to the city to yeonjun or hyunjin cause it would definitely give her some much needed and deserved support. ohhh also loving the friendship that seems to be developing between minho and hyunjin or well at least it seems they’ve been talking a bit. also felix being adamant on hyunjin coming back for sketchy reasons hmmmm does he know something we don’t or does he just assume. i’m looking forward to that coming up again lol but after seeing hyunjins pov i definitely think he might’ve gone back to see the cute girl from the art shop aside from whatever other reasoning he had to come back. all in all what the fuck. the angst. the drama. i will never be able to read anything else after this fic is done it just blew my standards up so fucking high nothing will be able to keep up. also want to thank you for updating so quick and consistently it must be so much work. u must be so big brained to do all this so fast and well executed i’m just imagining u as a yassified version of megamind helpsjdj i’m getting off track anyway ur amazing i’m obsessed with ur writing ilyy <33 (and i’ve decided to come off anon instead of becoming an emoji anon hehe)

i know you sent this a couple of days ago, but im just getting around to all the longer reviews 🥺 they make my heart swell ❣️

sorry to make you almost cry but yn is definitely breaking out of the narrative she’s had and been living for her life in daejon, and perhaps the fight with yb was needed for that ☹️

im so happy you love her character and want to protect her 😤 she should definitely move to the city indeed, maybe that is exactly what she needs at the moment to grow as her own person 💔

hyun’s pov was so important too, to explain why he acts the way he does or why he’s careful about some things. 💔

a yassified version of megamind ? 😭😭 your last paragraph made me cry and then laugh. it makes me so so happy to hear that. it is a lot of work but that’s okay because the love i get from you is so worth it 🫶🏻❤️‍🩹 ily too !!!

[rieson]

can i request a scenario for smoker and a fem reader please? she was hostage on a pirate ship until he saved her- only to realize that they were childhood friends/an old crush? bonus points if they cuddle :D THANK YOU SM BTW ILY AND YOUR WRITING !!

hi peyton !! thank you for requesting a scenario, sorry if smoker is ooc in here; i'm still studying his character in-depth! ily and ur writing too!!

Pairing : Captain Smoker ✗ F!Reader

Genre : Fluff, Humor

Content Warning : Strong languange

Word Count : 1,119

─ if one were to ask captain smoker where he would expect to reunite with his childhood friend, he definitely wouldn't have expected to reunite with her here; all chained up and ruined, being a hostage.

"what the fuck [name]?"

HONESTLY, Life was NOT going great for you right now.

Why, you may ask?

Well perhaps you may or may not have accidentally provoked a group of pirates scum that was terrorizing an island; your island to be exact.

You couldn’t just sit there and be a ‘good girl’ who did they take you as?!

You were very much not going to just sit there and let the pirates do whatever they wanted on your island ─ you were strong, you knew you were.

Okay maybe going in to blindly attack them weren’t such a great idea after all.

Listen, you ran out of ideas okay, not everybody can make an efficient plan at the back of their head in a few minutes and under pressure.

Your brain simply just malfunctioned under pressure, it wasn't your fault !

And now, here you are; all chained up in some stinky cell with half of your clothes ripped up ─ Oh is that mashed potato on the floor?

Honestly, times like these makes you reminisce on the past; if you did die here; at least you did some good deeds in the past,,, right?

Now that you think about it…. Does trying to cook a meal for the poor count? (keyword; trying) well i guess it did come out all charcoal-y but you fed them! You don't know why they kept avoiding you later on; you were only trying to help them!

Ah.. thinking of the past reminds you of a certain ash haired grumpy child.

You wonder how he’s doing right now─ did he get to achieve his dream by being a marine? Was he still grumpy 24/7? Ah, there’s alot of things that may have changed about him.

Its been years.

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Smoker was not having a good day today.

Scratch that, everything’s been shit this whole day.

First of all; he just lost track sight of the strawhat pirates (again),

Second; Tashigi kept bugging him, rambling about the strawhat’s swordsman and how ‘He shouldn't treat the Wado Ichimonji carelessly’

Third of all; Apparently, an island near by the ship Smoker was sailing in was currently getting raided by some unnamed pirates, and that's not all.

Someone was dumb enough to provoke the pirates and they ended up being held hostage by said pirates.

“Fucking hell..” Smoker angrily mumbled under his breath as he takes another inhale of the cancer sticks cigarettes.

“They got guts, but why exactly?!” An irk mark appeared on his head.

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Honestly, you never thought you were never ever gonna play ‘count the sheep’ game in your head when you yourself was probably on the verge of death.

But hey, you learned something new; you could count up to 243 sheeps now ─ that's like, 5 times more than your old record when you were 8!

You mentally give yourself a pat on the back.

You yawn.

It was starting to get really boring in here; your eyelids were dangerously threatening to close any second now, but you werent gonna give in; if you sleep then you’ll get killed and you could not afford that ─ at least that's what books told you.

Now that you think about it, there arent alot of cells in here.

Atleast bring me some jailmates jeez, its starting to get boring with no one here but you and the mashed potato on the floor.

Okay now your eyelids are really threatening to touch

You regret pulling an all nighter yesterday; because you would not be sleepy if you just dragged your ass to bed and get a normal sleep schedule.

Screw me

Drip, Drip.

You hear the sound of water as it drips down the ceilings and cells.

You hear the calm sound of waves as the pirate ship rocked calmly in the ocean.

You hear─

BOOM !

Your eyes snapped open; your body flinching as you were not used to the sound of canons being used.

Wait- Canons?

The realization hits you; is someone gonna rescue me? Holy shit im not gonna die!

Wait, but what if its just another pirate crew!?─

“ITS CAPTAIN SMOKER!” You hear a loud yell outside, followed by a couple of shrieks.

‘Captain smoker?’ You thought as your eyebrows knitted together

‘The name sounds really similar…’

‘Smoker...Smooookerr..’ You test how the name rolled out of your tongue mentally.

As if something finally clicked. “SMOKER!” You exclaimed loudly, a toothy grin unconsciously forming on your face.

Is it the same smoker?

Does he still acts the same as 20 years ago?

Was he still smoking those cancer sticks? Oh god i swear if he still smokes─

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as the door to the cell room was broken down; there now stood a 6’10 muscular shadow at the door.

He mumbled something incoherently that you couldnt hear.

He walks towards you, making his figure known.

He had white-hair and brown-eyes, in his mouth was what was seen as two cigars dangling on his mouth; looking like it was about to fall off soon; but the man seemed to have a good grip on it. He wore a large thick white and blue specialist marine jacket which he keeps open, with greenish fur lining the neck, wrists, and hem. The jacket bears the kanji for "justice" written on the back of it.

The man stared at you.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

He stares deep into your [eye colour] orbs, seemingly thinking of something as his eyebrows knitted together.

You smiled warmly at him, “Smokeey!!~”

His face retorted from annoyance ─ relief ─ annoyed with a hint of amusement.

“God, i knew that was you.” He grumbled, seemingly taken aback to meet her here after years of not contacting her’ although if you squint, you can see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

“Aww, did smokey not miss me?” You pout.

His mouth open and closes, racking his brain for a comeback but you cut him to it;

“Maan, thank god you're here! I was starting to get bored counting sheeps in my head and having a staring contest with a mashed potato─ Oh speaking of the potato, you’re stepping on it” You rambled

Smoker’s face changed to disgust as he looks down to his feet; lifting it up to see if he really did step on a mashed potato that was probably rotten by now.

He narrowed his eyes and directed his gaze at you, “What the fuck [Name]?”

You merely showed him a grin in response.

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“[Name] please get off and shower first, you fucking stink”

You only snuggled deeper to his chest, “No” and smiled tenderly at the warmth he was radiating.

“[Name] i swear to god”

end

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[chipmunkjay]

my ratings for the mcu characters not all tho

tony:

9

tony you can be an idiot some of the times and all that but i love u so much

steve:

7

don’t hate me i like the guy but there’s something there which makes me not like him sometimes he just annoys me

bruce:

6

sorry mate you annoy me but ur funny and it’s cool when u turn green

hulk:

10

my g

nat:

10

what can i say. there’s nothing bad about you your so cool

clint:

2

what are you gonna do merida. it should’ve been clint. i get it you have a family but hey! they hate you :)

thor:

10

i love u man. your so funny and cool and ur a god

loki:

9

i don’t love u as much as everyone else but i do love u. so cool deserved better

wanda:

1000

girl i’m so sorry for everything you’ve been thru. so powerful tho and yes

pietro:

9

man i love you but like. why can’t u dodge bullets like quicksilver from xmen

sharon:

-19292826372

die mf

bucky: 

10

man no worries i love u so much

sam:

9

love u buddy so funny but why give the shield away dumbass

t’challa:

10

love u man yes black panther so cool

shuri:

11

oh my god yes

peter p:

8

you cool buddy you cool

mj:

10

love u love u

ned:

8

coool

vision:

10

there is nothing wrong with you my inspirational man

valkyrie:

7

alright alright mate you cool but meh

gamora:

7

didnt deserve to die at all

rocket:

11

oh my god mate ily

peter q:

2

you annoy me. it’s all your fault

groot:

10

aw tree i love you

[bunnyywritings]

hi!! i absolutely love you and your content 🥺💞 can i request for some UA teacher!s/o finding out Aizawa’s wallpaper is a picture of her with a cat, from back when they were both ua students bc i thought of it suddenly and spilled all my uwus 😔👉🏻👈🏻💗 (ps ily and don’t forget to smile and drink ur water!!)

precious memories

Aizawa Shota x UATeacher!reader

[a/n: anon 🥺 you’re so sweet ily !! Thank you for requesting, this prompt also made me spill all my uwus, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. (y/n) is bête noire the illusion hero: nicknamed Noir™ pls don’t take the quirk or hero name as your own without permission 😣 it took me a hot minute to think of it and I want to use it in future fics]

Dating a fellow teacher had many, many perks. One mainly being that you get to see them everyday and on those rare occasions, teach a joint class together.

You were the teacher of Class 1-A’s Special training class. You had a quirk called ‘nightmare awakening,’ on a base level it allows you to be able to get into someone’s head and make them hallucinate but at your advanced level, you were able to temporarily eliminate someone’s quirk. This allowed you to create a type of simulation for the students to experience a situation where they can’t use their quirk and make the most of the situation. Even though they absolutely HATED that class, they loved you. You were probably one of the most laid back and kind hearted among the teachers. No one had really known about your relationship with Shota. Just a few of the teachers and Shinsou. The only reason he knew was because Shota wanted him to train with someone with a similar working quirk and he had accidentally caught you and his mentor mid-smooch. That was...that was an awkward time for everyone.

The class had their suspicions. They had noticed the lingering touches that would’ve seemed normal if they weren’t so nosy. The way that he would subtly compliment your combat style and they had definitely seen the blush that would color your cheeks when he had stayed to watch their training, the way that you glanced in his direction every so often. They had narrowed it down to the possibility that the both of you were mutually pining for each other. Strangely enough, everyone was intrigued. Yes, even Bakugou and Todoroki. Deep down they just wanted their teacher to be happy, especially after everything that he’s sacrificed for them. They were in for a very shocking discovery.

Once the bell rang for your class, they all made their way to the training grounds. Heading to the locker rooms, Mina was trying to get the other girls on board with a plan to get their two teachers together.

A sudden warmth on the small of your back made you jump a bit. “So what’s on the lesson plan today, bête noire?” The way he basically purred your hero name in your ear made you turn a bright red, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

“O-Oh uhm well I was planning on doing a hostage situation.” You motioned to the trio of dummies tied to some chairs. “I’d be playing the villain, I’m still not sure about the exact simulation so I might just wing it.” You shrugged.

“Hmm well you always do amazing so, I’m not too worried. Just know that Bakugou, Denki, and Mineta have the lowest scores with hostage negotiation.” There was a slight teasing undertone to his statement.

“Well maybe that’s not their fault.” His eyebrow rose at your accusatory tone.

“And what are you implying? That I’m not a good teacher?” He played along.

“All I’m saying is that, a little more kind reassurance instead of constant discipline goes a long way.” You laid your hand on his shoulder.

“Is that so?” His voice seemed to get impossibly deeper, capture weapon moving to wrap around your wrist and hold it taut against your lower back. “That’s awfully rich coming from someone who loves being disciplined...kitten.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, breath hitching in your throat before realizing where you were.

“Shota! Don’t say things like that, the students could walk in at any second.” You scolded quietly, playfully smacking his chest as he let go of your wrist. A soft chuckle made it past his lips. This was a little out of the ordinary for your boyfriend. “What is going on with you today? You’re never this playful, especially in public.” you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“Well, you haven’t been coming around to my place lately...I just missed you.” He stuck his hands in his pockets.

You basically swooned at his words. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy grading, along with a couple of other things but I missed you too.”

“Considering it’s Friday and you don’t have patrol duties tonight, come get dinner with me.” He wasn’t asking.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan, Eraserhead.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7 sharp, Bête Noire.” He then made his way to the exit just as everyone started to pile into the room. Going to keep the door open, his phone had fallen out of his pocket when pulling out his hands but being someone who doesn’t care much for the device, he hadn’t noticed. Once he walked off, Denki, Hagakure and Mina made their way to the door but stopping once Mina saw the black device on the ground.

“Oh, someone dropped their phone.” Denki picked it and examined it for any damage.

“Who even brings their phone to training?” Mina frowned, turning the phone on to see the wallpaper.

“Wha- hey that looks like Noir-sensei? What’s she doing as someone’s lock screen?” Kaminari tilted his head in confusion.

“Look, it must’ve been when she went here! That’s a UA uniform.” Hagakure pointed out enthusiastically.

All three of them looked at the picture, then at their teacher. “Wow...hopefully I age that well.” Mina pouted.

“What are you three doing over there? You’re already late for class.” You weren’t chastising them but you made your disapproval clear.

“Well we found someone’s phone and you’re their lock screen!” At Denki’s words, your face scrunched up in confusion. They ran over to you and handed you the device. You turned it on and your eyes widened.

“You guys, I’m flattered but that’s a little strange to have a picture of high school me on your phone...so who’s phone is it?” Everyone looked at each other, shrugging. “Hmm strange.” You looked down at the phone and brushed your finger over the home button, realization filling your body when it unlocked. “Well anyways!” You cleared your throat. “Today’s simulation is hostage negotiation.” Some students, mainly Bakugou, groaned as you slipped the phone into your pocket for safe keeping.

...

After everyone left for their next class, you took your scoring sheets to the teacher’s lounge to have some coffee and do some grading. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, you plopped down onto the couch and placed the stack of papers and mug down onto the coffee table.

“Rough day?” All Might asked as he sat on the couch opposite couch.

“Mmm not really, just tiring.” You answered while rolling your shoulders back. “After today, I now only have a student failing at hostage negotiation.”

“Ahh! I see. That young Bakugou can be a bit difficult.” He nodded sympathetically.

You snorted a laugh, almost spitting out your coffee. “Yes he can be but I’m talking about that boy Mineta...he tried to flirt with one of the hostage dummies. It was s-strange.” A shudder ran through your body at the memory.

“Oh...I-well I don’t really know what to say to that.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Neither do I...” You pulled the phone out of your pocket and looked at the lock screen.You couldn’t believe he still had the photo.

It was during your guys’ last year at UA. This was before either of you had worked up the nerve to confess your feelings. The two of you had been going to a cafe a little ways from the school, it was a pretty solemn day because the two of you would be graduating in three days and heading to different agencies. Shota was staying in Musutafu and you were heading a few cities down. This would be the last time the two of you would really have quality time together until a few years later when you opened your own agency and moved back to Musutafu and quickly rose in the ranks. Once at the cafe, you couldn’t help the delighted squeak that left your mouth. It was filled with adorable cats.

“We’ve been here before, (y/n).” Shota shook his head fondly as to both of you went to sit. Almost instantly, a bunch of cats made their way towards you. He watched in amusement as a calico kitty climbed onto your shoulder, you had gasped and gently gathered it into your hands.

“Well hello there~ What are you doing up there you silly kitty~” You cooed as you started to pepper its little face with kisses. He had taken advantage of your distraction and took a picture of you. He caught the moment the kitten placed its paw on your cheek and gave your nose a lick. He blushed. You looked so adorable...ethereal even.

Your eyes began to water at the memory. You were so grateful for this man. You had been bullied by other students because you had, what they saw as, a villain’s quirk. You had absolutely no friends. Until he mustered up the courage to talk to you, since he too had been bullied for his “villainous quirk.’ The two of you had instantly clicked and became good friends, your friendship expanding during your second year when the both of you met the resident loud mouth, Hizashi.

Caught up in the moment, you took notice that it was lunch time already and made your way to the Class 1-A classroom. Sliding the door open, you were met with the sight of Shota writing on the black board. His features quickly changed from confused to worried when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Sweetheart? Is everything alright?” He put the book he was holding onto the desk. He opened his mouth but closed it when you held his face in your hands, thumb gently running over the scar under his eye.

“I love you so much...you know that right?” You whispered, voice thick with emotion.

“Of course I know that darling, I love you too.” The way he said those words back with absolutely no hesitation made the tears fall and he pulled you close, hands on your hips. He leaned down, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. Your mouths fitting together like they were meant to never be apart, lips moving to convey all the things you wanted to say out loud but didn’t have the patience to confess. Your tears had intermingled with your lips but neither of you seemed to care.

When the both of you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, wanting to stay as close as possible in the moment. Lashes still wet with tears as you looked at him. “I never believed in soulmates, but I do believe that it was by fate that I met you. You were there for me when others called me a villain. You still made an effort when I went away...I don’t deserve you.”

“If anything, it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.” There was a silent pause. “I plan on marrying you one day, you know?”

A grin split your lips at his words. “I hope you know that I plan on saying yes when you do.”

He kissed the teas from your cheeks and brushed your hair back. “What brought on this sudden love confession, kitten?”

You pulled his phone from your pocket and showed him the picture. “Ahh...so that’s where it went...” He muttered as he took it from your hand. “This is the day I decided that I was gonna marry you one day.”

“I’m glad. This was the day that I realized I wanted you by my side forever.” You pulled out your own phone and unlocked it, the homescreen was a photo of Shota on that same day with a cat nuzzling into his hand.

The two of you were just a pair of lovesick idiots.

“Oh my goodness...that was absolutely adorable!” Mina quietly fawned at the sight of their two teachers.

“That’s how a man truly shows his love.” Kirishima and Mina were both teary eyed at the sight.

“Whatever idiots, let them have their gross love fest alone...” Bakugou growled as he pulled the two away from the door.

The entirety of Class 1-A knew by the end of the day and definitely teased Aizawa about it on Monday.

[alanncs]

hello my loves , it’s dani aka the ari mascot on the main ! if u don’t already know me , i’m 21 , i’m from toronto which puts me in the est tz , & i have a unhealthy obsession w/ mgk 🥰 hehe , that’s me ! let’s b friends pls !! anyway , i’m so so excited to be back in wealthy with all u angels , i seriously missed everyone so much ! okay , so i’m gonna put some info bout my girl alanna under the cut ... i switched her up quite a bit so i’m xcited 2 be bringing her back ! pls give this a like if u wanna plot with me & i’ll come bother u !!  also pls feel free to msg me on discord for anything 🥰 𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958

new york’s very own alanna d'alessio was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to hailey bieber !  you may know them as @alanna or hitting the front page of tmz as youngest d’alessio heiress alanna caught trashing nyc four seasons hotel room . according to tmz , you just had your twenty - first birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being reticent , but also charming . things that would paint a better picture of you would be the lingering smell of smoke , anything pink  &  gold  jewelry  . ( cisfemale + she/her  ) * vc/career claim : lennon stella .

                   *  /   𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 .

full  name  :  alanna  marie  d’alessio  .

age :  twenty  -  one  .

hometown  :  new  york  city  .

zodiac  chart  : scorpio  sun  ,  aquarius  moon  ,  libra  rising  .

character  inspo  :  alyssa (  the  end  of  the  f*cking  world )  ,  marissa  cooper  (  the  o.c )  ,  hanna  marin  ( pretty  little  liars ) .

                  *  /   𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚   !!  (  tw  : kidnapping , ransom , drugs , ptsd  )

alanna was born heir to the d'alessio family which came with the billion dollar dynasty that her parents created .

her dad is an italian government official  but they grew up in ny basically bc her dad is an ambassador/representative for italy  &  her mother is a super model who also wanted to raise her kids here having lived here her whole life , and so they did . 

she had everything handed to her on a silver platter and her parents expected nothing but success from her because of how wealthy they were, they knew they would never have to worry about providing for her and her siblings , and so they spoiled her with whatever she asked for and more

but that came with a price, she was expected to do everything they wanted of her, go to an ivy league college, follow in one of her parent’s career footsteps

alanna did just that, she got amazing grades in high school and was head of many student clubs, organized prom, got almost perfect on sat’s and exams, and busted her ass to get into a good college despite the fact that her parents could’ve easily gotten her a spot if she didn’t do as well as she did

her life was going so well, she had the perfect boyfriend, perfect group of friends, was on her way to brown university in a couple of months, her parents and her couldn’t have been in a better spot with their daughter

the last thing they expected was for someone, a stranger, to get their hands on their daughter . 

a week after her 18th birthday , she’s walking to school on a monday morning and before she knows what’s happening , there’s something over her head and she’s being dragged into a van and taken from her life

the one thing that was expected, was the $10 million ransom she was held for

basically her dad had some shady dealings with the italian mob & didn’t pay his debts to them for some time - so they kidnapped alanna in retaliation for that

they kept her for 3 days before her parents were able to work with the authorities to get her returned and pay the people in full

surprisingly, she was returned alive but she had to spend two weeks in the hospital afterwards with injuries

once alanna was returned, she wasn’t the same

she told the police what happened to her , but only barely . she didn’t tell her parents or anyone else about what they did to her when she was gone . she didn’t speak , eat or sleep for two months after she got home

she spent the last few months of her high school in bed, she didn’t attend her graduation, deferred from going to brown in the fall, she didn’t see her friends anymore and she broke up with her boyfriend

the people who took her were never caught & she is still to this day completely terrified of going anywhere alone

she never walks anywhere alone 

it took her months to be able to get back to doing normal things again and being who she was before

to this day ,  alanna still struggles with the memories and the ptsd from what happened to her , but she doesn’t speak to anyone about it and she refuses to bring it up in any scenario

she also has a horrible relationship with her father now , having trouble forgiving him for what happened to her

some people know about it as obviously, being as famous as her family is, it was on the news at the time, and everyone she went to high school with knew what happened so sometimes it can be hard to avoid it ( possible connections ? hehe )

                                        *  /   𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  !!  (  tw : drugs )

ok here comes the fun part hehe where i changed her up a bit !

alanna’s def still wild ! i’ve decided to tone it up a few notches this time around

so she’s completely intertwined in the nyc party scene , like , you’ll see her at any big club or party every weekend and tbh probably on a wednesday you’ll see her there too

she kinda acts like nicole & paris on the  simple life lmao like she’s always doing dumb shit 

she’s always under some kind of influence whether it be cocaine , weed , alcohol , shrooms , percs , she’s always gotta be on something 

after dropping out of school , she knew she wanted to pursue a career in the industry , growing up she was a child actress &  did some dancing 

she always had a knack for singing & songwriter , got her first guitar at the age of six & just never stopped

it was always like an escape from reality for her , just to have music playing and let her voice go free

so after making some money through instagram modelling & some professional 

she decided to pursue her music career this past year 

her vc is lennon stella cus i just feel like the songs fit alanna perfectly and lennon’s voice is magical so yah

she can be very selfish at times , to a fault . like u can call  her out for treating u like shit and she’s gonna be like , yeah sorry . don’t cry 2 much bout it . she really doesn’t care 

it takes her a LONG time to get close to people , so like if ur  someone she actually cares about and loves , ur gonna know it . and if ur not , ur gonna know that too lo l

she does not hide how she feels about things or ppl , she’ll tell u straight up like

istg this girl prob doesn’t have a filter she just says what pops into her head first

here’s her pinterest board for more of an idea !!!

if u read all this i seriously love u sorry its so long ohp

CONNECTIONS !!!!!!! I WANT . THEM ALL . PLS GIME ALL OF THEM .

i have tons of IDEAS here @alannaisms​  !  so pls look thru that & lemme kno if any would fit with  alanna & ur muse !  heh ok im done ily  guys pls come plot with me <3

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Jealous

by @billyhargovesgurl- Hi Eve 💕I have prompt idea!! about an angsty warren bc the reader is crushing on a guy and is telling warren about how hot she thinks he is and warren hates the guy bc he’s in love with her but won’t tell her and she asks what his problem is then in a heated argument his feelings come out and she feels the same and it’s all passion and angst??? Btw I say this all the time but GIRLL I love ur writing!!!! I hope this prompt is okay 💕💕

word count: 1.4 K

warnings: language, not proof read, lowkey shitty bc i havent written in like a month??

A/N: i used peter maximoff as the reader’s crush bc peter is a cutie and i love evan peters so it was easy to write !! also i have to reuse warren gifs now bc i write for him sm just fyi (whoops sorry not sorry!!) also!! this is going to get angsty bc just a few days ago i got shot down by a guy so the energy is transferring into this!! also i hope this fic is okay bc i didn’t really know how to write it w her crushing on a guy but also liking warren so just bear w me ily

ALSO I’M SORRY I DIDN'T WRITE FOR LIKE A MONTH IM SO SORRY AHHH BUT I’M BACK NOW!! 

“He has a really good music taste too, like we listen to a lot of the same stuff, which is great because it gives us something to talk about, you know?”

Warren nodded along at what (Y/n) was saying, not truly registering her words like he usually would. Warren would usually hang onto every word she said and even pray for more details just so he could hear her voice for another second, but now all he wanted her to do was shut up. He needed her to shut up about Peter Maximoff. 

Turns out, (Y/n) had quite the attraction to the older boy. Warren wasn’t sure why she even liked him. He couldn’t stand Peter- he was too hyper, too talkative, just too annoying in general. Warren knew so many guys who it would be reasonable for (Y/n) to like, but why Maximoff?

For the past week all Warren had heard from (Y/n) is “Peter-” this and “Peter-” that, Warren was sick of it. 

“Also I was talking to him about some movies that are coming out this weekend, like I was trying to hint that I wanted to go to one with him, but I’m not sure he really got the message so then-”

Warren stood up from their lunch table without a word, pushing past other students to exit the cafeteria. 

(Y/n)’s eyes followed him out, eyebrows furrowing. What the fuck? He just stood up, she thought. What the fuck?

(Y/n) looked back at her food, still confused as to why her best friend would suddenly ditch her with no explanation. Figuring he just needed to cool off, (Y/n) moved towards Peter and Kurt’s table, taking a seat in front of the speedster. 

Warren slammed the door of his room making the shelves on his wall shake. He dropped onto his bed, burying his head in his pillow. Warren knew he was acting like a baby, but he couldn’t help it. 

(Y/n) was the first person to accept him at the school, not being scared of him after the whole apocalypse thing. She had sat with him at lunch, helped him with classwork, and even stuck up for him when others tried to put him down. 

She was amazing and Warren couldn’t stand hearing her fawn over Peter. 

After lunch (Y/n) made her way towards Warren’s room, hoping he would still want to train with her like usual. (She did not want to go through the awkwardness of finding a new training partner for the day, especially since this late in the year everyone already had a partner). 

(Y/n) knocked on his door and waited for a response. “Warren? You in there?” 

Warren stopped his movements, quietly pulling his blanket over him as if it would hide his embarrassment from the girl on the other side of the door. 

(Y/n) knocked once more, “Training starts soon so.. I hope I see you there.”

Warren let out a breath as he heard her leave back down the hallway. 

Stop being such a baby, he thought to himself. Warren dragged himself out of bed a few minutes later and flew himself over to the training room. 

Walking into the gym he saw (Y/n) making conversation with Peter. Warren’s ears started burning in frustration, why does she like him? Why doesn’t she like me? What’s wrong with me?

Warren’s anger suddenly turned to sadness and he felt his heart sink as he watched her place a hand on his arm, laughing at something he said.

Warren’s wings drooped and his throat started to tighten as his thoughts spiraled. 

She’s going to date him and then she won’t even want to be friends with me anymore, he thought. Why would she want anything to do with me if she has him? 

He walked over to the bleachers to put down his bag and water. Hearing footsteps behind him, he froze. 

“Hey.. are you okay? Kinda just ditched me back at lunch.”

Warren stayed facing away from her, knowing if he saw her he might take his anger out on her, something he did not want to do. He nodded and continued searching through his bag to look busy, secretly hoping she would walk away.

(Y/n) nodded slowly, not believing him. “Are you sure? Because if you’re mad about something just tell me. I don’t want you upset.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well you don’t sound fine.”

Warren whipped around, tired of hearing her nag at him, knowing he might expose his feelings for her if she kepting pestering him. “I said I’m fucking fine, okay? Just shut up!”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as she jumped back a bit at his tone. “O-okay..” Her eyes moved to look at her feet, avoiding Warren’s face, which was red from boembarrassmentent and frustration. 

With a gust of wind suddenly Peter was by (Y/n)’s side. “Hey- I heard yelling, what’s wrong?”

“Oh fuck off, Maximoff!”

Peter wrapped his arm around (Y/n) before looking up at Warren, who was still standing on the first bleacher. “What’s your problem, bro?”

Warren didn’t answer, too focused on the way his arm was draped over (Y/n)’s shoulder, the way his used to before her crush on Peter.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” Warren tried to calm himself down, not wanting to give Peter another reason to need to be close enough to (Y/n) to comfort her. 

(Y/n) whispered something to Peter as Warren climbed down from the bleachers. The speedster ran off to the other side of the gym where the other students were doing warm up stretches. 

“Do... Do you still want to train together?”

Warren faced her, swallowing the lump in his throat at the thought of losing that time with her. 

You can’t, he thought, if you get that close to her you’ll make a move and ruin everything. 

“No, I don’t want to train with you.”

He saw (Y/n)’s face turn red as she stared up at him. “Oh.. okay yeah, yeah that’s fine.. that’s.. cool.” 

Warren wasn’t sure how to respond so he stood there in silence before noticing her eyes starting to get watery. 

“Why are you crying?”

She wiped at her eyes quickly before turning away, heading towards the door leaving the gym, not giving him another word. 

Warren took off after her, “Wait, (Y/n)! What’s wrong!” 

Halfway out the door, Warren was stopped by Peter. 

“Don’t go after her if you’re just going to be a dick again.”

Warren pushed Peter’s hands off of him, “I’m not the one being a dick, okay? You need to fuck off.”

Peter raised his eyebrows, “You’re not being a dick to her? Who’s the one who just made her cry because it wasn’t me so-”

Warren pushed past Peter, flying over to the student dorm building. 

He knocked on (Y/n)’s door, waiting for a response. He heard some shuffling before the door opened. 

“Warren-”

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’m so so sorry.” Warren wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight, afraid to let go and lose her. “I was being a jealous dick and I’m really sorry and I never want to see you cry again.”

“You were jealous?” Even though her voice was muffled from being pressed against her shoulder he could still understand what she asked.

“No! I mean no, why would I be jealous?”

(Y/n) pulled back from him, feeling cold without his warm arms around her. “I was hoping you would be..”

“You what?”

(Y/n) looked down at her feet, eyes burning again as she thought about how stupid her idea was. “I just thought if I was talking about Peter a lot I could tell if you liked me, but then I guess I took it too far and you don’t even want to be friends now so that’s just my fucking fault and I’m sorry.”

“Wait-what-”

“I know you said you didn’t want to be training partners anymore, but I hope we can still be friends because I really care about you and I’m sorry I was acting so fucking stupid with Peter and-”

Warren covered her mouth with his hand. “You don’t like Peter?”

(Y/n) shook her head, eyes on the floor again. 

“You just wanted to see if I got jealous?”

She nodded slowly. 

“So.. you like me?”

She nodded even slower this time, eyes closed as if it would shield her from embarrassment. 

“I- I like you too.. and it worked I was totally jealous of Peter.”

(Y/n)’s eyes snapped open as Warren’s words met her ears. She pulled his hand away, holding onto it instead. 

“So- what does this mean?”

Warren squeezed her hand, “I hope it means I can kiss you right now.”

taglist: @chocolatealmondmilkshake @thoughtlesspace @billyhargovesgurl @babebenhardy @rexorangecouny @cyndagoaway

[cannedapricot]

Instagram Famous! Bae Jinyoung

happy 100+ followers!! in celebration, i’m here bringing you some instagram famous! baejin!

baejin never even thought about having 200k followers when he first opened his account

it just happened

he woke up to 739203 notifications after posting a selfie lol

posts once a blue moon

but people still follow him juST IN CASE HE POSTS A SELFIE SOON!!

“oh bae jinyoung uploaded something do yoU SEE HIS FACE I CAN’T BELIEVE HE EXISTS SCREECHES”

everyone highkey thinks he’s an ulzzang because have you seen his visuals??? 10000/10

( Ulzzang translates to "best face" or "good looking" in Korean. This slang is often used by netizens, contests including girls competing for the title of "ulzzang". However, even if this is true, Ulzzang has developed into a subculture/style, rather than a competition/contest event. thanks google ily)

most of his feed is filled with adventures of him and daehwi 

it’s adorable fobalbfedos hnng

gets flustered whenever someone compliments him ugh baejin is so soft i love

to the world he seems like a quiet dude who stepped out of a comic book 

but to his classmates, friends and family, he’s just a normal neighborhood boy 

his classmates were so hyped about his follower count in the first week but now they’re all chill asf about it

if some fan comes looking for jinyoung they’re all like,

“a fan of bae jinyoung? he’s in the toliet pissing rn lol you can wait for him if you want”

you followed baejin on accident one day lmao

you were preparing to move to a better house in a better area 

while shoving everything into boxes, you were dyING

WHO KNEW YOU HAD SO MUCH UNIMPORTANT SHIT

deciding to take breather, you flopped down onto your bed and starting going through instagram

you know the thing

is

is it called discover ? ?? ?

the magnifying glass thing

oh it’s called the explore page

i don’t go on instagram a lot wheezes thanks once again google

moviNG ON FROM MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT INSTAGRAM

you were scrolling through that for some unknown reason

and you stumble across a picture of a p u p p e r !!!

guess who posted it!!!

that’s right!! baejin did!!

it wasn’t his dog but it was daehwi’s so it might as well be his tbh

you left a like 

and it was then that your mother decided that it was the perfect time to check on you

“y/n!! how are you going-”

YOU SCRAMBLE OUT OF BED TO PRETEND TO BE DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE

BUT YOUR MOM CATCHES YOU IN THE ACT LMAO

YOUR FINGER ALSO SLIPS AND PRESSES THE FOLLOW BUTTON

AND YOU DON’T NOTICE

until a few days later when baejin follows you back

you’re like

???

because why is an ulzzang or smt following you

so you go on his profile to do some snooping

and uh yoU’RE FOLLOWING HIM????

BUT WHY DID HE FOLLOW YOU BACK

YOUR ACCOUNT WAS JUST FULL OF YOUR COUSIN’S PUPPER

HM

ALL THESE QUESTIONS

so you did what everyone would do

ask google

jk that’s just me

you shoot him a dm asking if you knew him

jinyoung just simply replied,

“nope”

????????????

baejin doesn’t follow back unless you’re a celebrity he likes or his classmate

but yOU POST PUPPY PICTURES SO

HE SWEARS HIS FINGER PRESSED THE FOLLOW BUTTON BY ITSELF

basically baejin’s only there for the dog posts

“i just like your dog”

you don’t really ask him more

he seemed intimidating and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to you,,,,

HIS CURT REPLY WASN’T MEANT TO MAKE YOU THINK THAT WAY SUFOBSB

you moved house right

so your parents were like

“y/n go take these cookies over to the neighbors, we’re gonna be busy all day with adult stuff”

”aiight”

the house on your left belonged to a cute elderly couple

the moment they saw you they started cooing over you

the house on your right belonged to a small family

“oh! you look like you’re around the same age as my son!!! he’s out with friends right now but come by anytime soon! we’d love to introduce you to him!”

thIS ISN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG I SWEAR

so you return home in glory

from surviving awkward neighbor conversations

your mom calls you over because youR NEW SCHOOL UNIFORM ARRIVED!!!

SCREAMS

NOT BECAUSE OF NEW UNIFORM

BECAUSE OF NEW SCHOOL

AM I REALLY WRITING A CLICHE?

YES

this is like some kind of twilight rip off or smt lmao

come monday

you were a nervous wreck

lord knows if your peers would accept you

you woke up super early 

more like you didn’t sleep but ok

you bid your sleepy parents farewell and shuffled your way to school lol

you greeted the front desk and they took you to the teacher’s office

where you dealt with 429794 papers

and made sure fOR THE 5000000TH TIME THAT YES THAT’S YOUR HOME NUMBER AND YES THAT’S YOUR DAD’S NAME

it took a while but eventually the bell rings and you follow your homeroom teacher to your brand new classroom!

the teacher goes in to make them shut up first lol

“good morning kids”

ignoredt™

“i sAID GOOD MORNING”

achievement get!!! get the attention of your class!!

“we have a new student today!! please welcome y/n to the family!”

SWEATS BUCKETS

THIS IS WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GO IN

WIPES SWEATY PALMS

SHUFFLES IN

“hi i’m y/n”

AWKWARD SMILE

“oh cuTE!!!!”

“HEY WANNA JOIN THE KNITTING CLUB???”

“NOBODY’S INTERESTED IN YOUR KNITTING CLUB DAEHWI”

:c

“ok y/n you can sit next to daehwi over there. you know, the one that said something about the knitting club”

and then she leaves

responsibility at it’s finest am i right

so you slide over to the boy 

and plop down beside him

“hi! i’m lee daehwi!!”

but then a dude who looks really familiar to you for some reason drags him away

you can’t pinpoint where you’ve seen him before

weird 👀👀👀👀

the school day goes on with daehwi making small conversations with you during classes

you found a good group of people who shared the same interests and you fitted in perfectly

there was no point in worrying you worrywart 

looking at you making friends so easily :’)

everything went off without a hitch

at the end of the school day, you waved to your new friends and started the walk home

stopping by a convenience store for a snack on the way though

there you see your seatmate, daehwi with that familiar boy

taking a selfie with the ice cream they’ve just bought

awks

JUST WALK BY Y/N

PRETEND YOU CAN’T SEE THEM

you make quick work of the store and buy ur snack in 0.2 seconds

but uh

the two boys were right smack dab in front of you

it seEMED LIKE YOU WERE FOLLOWING THEM

IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT THAT YOU LIVED IN THIS DIRECTION

you were lowkey hoping at every corner that they’d turn and stop making you seem like a creep

you started nearing your house and you were lowkey relieved 

but

daehwi and other dude turn to you and ask,

“WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US”

shiT WHAT THE FUCK

“I LIVE IN THIS DIRECTION MATE”

“UH-HUH THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL SAY”

“I SWEAR I LIVE RIGHT THERE-”

“ARE YOU JINYOUNG’S FAN OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD”

WHY DOES THE NAME SEEM SO FAMILIAR HM

“oh daehwi you’re home? with jinyoung too!”

I TOLD YOU THIS WASN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG

THIS IS NEIGHBOR! DAEHWI LOL

“ah! y/n! you’re going to the same school? well, i guess that’s perfect then! daehwi’s my son i mentioned the other day! daehwi, meet y/n, the neighbor i told you about”

oh

awk x2

this might as well be a daehwi scenario fuck i need to add more baejin

“h  i”

avoids eye contact

“uh, you know what i think i hear my mom calling haha sorry i’ll see you next time mrs lee!!”

DARTS INSIDE

what you didn’t notice was that while you and daehwi were avoiding eye contact

jinyoung’s eyes were fixed on you

yOU SEEM FAMILIAR HM I WONDER 👀👀👀👀

you didn’t even have time to get changed

but your mom was like

“y/N YOUR HOME!! GOOD. GO HANG UP THE LAUNDRY PLEASE”

???????

you wanted nothing more but to wallow in a corner of shame and awkwardness

but it’s your mom we’re talking about

so you obey

as you hang up your laundry

you get a glance of the lee family’s dog!!

you immediately went,

screw the laundry

go pet the puppy

but when you pet the pupper through the crack in the fence

you can’t help but notice how much he resembles that one dog you’ve seem on instagram

but it can’t be right???

the world can’t be that small-

“y/N STOP PETTING THE NEIGHBOR’S DOG AND HANG THE DANM LAUNDRY”

pouts aggressively

while hanging up your laundry, you could hear laughs from the lee household

they kinda sounded like they were dying 

but you know better

finishing the laundry, you head back in, swiping open your phone

oh look your new classmate tagged you in a photo welcoming you oh that’s cute

hm, bae jinyoung that ulzzang or whatever posted oH IT’S A PHOTO OF DAEHWI AND HIM WITH ICE CREAM

BITCJ

NO WONDER THE DUDE LOOKED FAMILIAR

SMACKS HEAD

THE DUDE WITH 200K FOLLOWERS GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOU????

WHY IS THE WORLD SO SMALL??

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

and you’re wondering why baejin and daehwi were laughing like hyenas right

well

baejin went straight onto instagram becAUSE WAIT YOU LOOK THAT THE ONE PERSON WITH THE 10/10 DOGGO

and wow it indeed was you

daehwi was like

dude what you looking at???? i’m right here??? PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLS

baejin tells daehwi the story

and daehwi snorts

and the two start laughing like the dumb people they are

daehwi grabs baejin’s phone as he excuses himself to the toilet

for the second time in this fic lol

and shoots you a dm

'hey there ;) wanna hang sometime’

baejin returns a moment too late

the deed has been done

he FIGHTS lee daehwi for his phone back

‘sorry that was my friend’

‘no it wasn’t ;) i just wanna hang with you ;;;;)’

but uh

you could see the two fighting from your bedroom window

and it makes it even more amusing to know that they’re doing stupid shit 

smiling, you reply,

'sure lol why not i’ll head over now’

because baejin didn’t seem like the intimidating person you thought he was before

and while you look around for a jacket to keep you warm

a high pitched scream comes in through your window

you snapped your head towards it

and make eye contact with jinyoung

who’s on his back with daehwi lying over his stomach 

man that fight was intense

but that’s not the point

you send him a small smile and wave

he cracks a small smile back

and as soon as you disappear from your window

jinyoung starts hitting daehwi because whAT HAS HE DONE

LEE DAEHWI WINGMAN OF THE YEAR

you get interrogated by your parents but you successfully head out

and get welcomed by a huffing jinyoung

he fought daehwi to open the door lm a o

“hey!”

“h-hey”

“oh! y/n! i wondered who it was!! welcome, welcome”

mrs lee ushered you in and fussed over your light clothes

“ooooooo baejin has a crush”

“no daehwi i don’t-”

“then why’d you fight me for the door hm?”

shit man

knitting boy was right

whY’D HE DO THAT????

FOR A PERSON HE DOESN’T KNOW NONETHELESS 

daehwi skips up to you and drags you up to his humble room

jinyoung following seconds after

bUT

AS SOON AS YOU ALL GET SETTLED IN HIS ROOM

DAEHWI EXCUSES HIMSELF TO THE BATHROOM

WHILE SENDING A SLY GRIN TOWARDS JINYOUNG

THAT SNEK

so you two just sit there facing each other

jinyoung avoiding all eye contact

and you just grinning

baejin opened his mouth to apologize for daehwi’s actions

but you spoke first

“if you wanted to hang so badly you could’ve said so yourself!! you didn’t have to get someone else to do it!!”

HE FLUSHES

“n-nO IT’S NOT LIKE THAT I-”

man teasing baejin would be adorable osodsb

“i’m joking, i saw everything through my window”

IUSVDBAIUBUWEO

BAEJIN IS NOW DEAD

YOU SAW HIM FIGHT DAEHWI FOR THE PHONE

HOW EMBARRASSING

you were melting inside

hOW CAN A HUMAN BE SO ADORABLE

daehwi returns from the bathroom a few moments later and starts chatting with you two

hE BASICALLY HAD TO START THE CONVOS BECAUSE BAEJIN’S EMBARRASSED AND YOU’RE JUST AWKWARD

the three of you end up getting closer

“wait the dog on your insta is daehwi’s dog??? i can’t believe you lied to me”

“????the dog on your insta isn’t yours either don’t act like you’re better”

and by the time your mom shot you a text telling you to come home for dinner and baejin had to go catch the last bus home, you three were the golden trio™ already

the next day at school, you were heading towards your cute gang of friends bUT

YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY BAEHWI

THEY LITERALLY DRAGGED YOU AWAY

“YOU’RE HANGING WITH  U S WE ARE YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS”

??????????????????????????OK??????

whenever you hung out with the three, your eyes would keep going to jinyoung and sticking to him

you couldn’t help it

you blame his visuals

oh stop y/n u tsun

and jinyoung felt his heart swelling up whenever you smiled

yOU’RE BOTH SO CUTE

DAEHWI CAN TELL THAT Y’ALL CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER

you made your debut on baejin’s instagram a few weeks later

he posted a selfie of you himself

he was looking flawless but you were mid bite into your lunch lol

then came the wave of comments asking if you guys were dating

baEJIN IS FLUSTERED

HE DELETES THE PIC

but you realize and shoot him a text

‘why’d you delete my debut on your 200k insta :’<’

‘people were asking if we were dating’

‘oh. i quite liked it’

OVEUOWBOV?????AOFBOW

‘you mean the photo????’

THE BOY DOESN’T WANT TO MISUNDERSTAND OK

‘of course not lol i look like a mess. i meant the comments of us being together’

Y/N YOU SMOOTH CRIMINAL

BAEJIN IS OFFICIALLY DYING HELP THE BOY

‘is this a confession?’

lOOK HIS TEXT MAY SEEM CHILL BUT HE IS FAR AWAY FROM CHILL

‘if you like me back,,,, if you don’t like me that way then lets ignore this’

‘nO I DO LIKE YOU’

‘oH!!!!’

YOU DIDN’T EXPECT THIS

‘THEN, UH, ARE WE TOGETHER???’

‘NOT OVER TEXT BAE JINYOUNG.’

?????

baejin’s confuzzled

but the next school day comes

and jinyoung’s lowkey nervous for some reason

bUT THE SECOND HE WALKS THROUGH THE GATES

YOU PUSH EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY AND HUG HIM

“/now/ we’re together”

EVERYONE’S LIKE

“OOOOOOOOOOOO DID YOU HEAR THAT???? THEY’RE TOGETHER”

DAEHWI IN LEAD

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GET TO DATE AN ACTUAL ANGEL

his followers better be ready for cute pictures of you taking over his account

baejin would 1000000% have a pupper later on in life fight me on this

siGH INSTAGRAM FAMOUS! JINYOUNG??? MORE LIKE HIGHSCHOOLER! JINYOUNG WHY AM I LIKE THIS

i hope y’all enjoyed it though aaaaaa if i don’t seem as sarcastic or dumb as usual it’s because i’ve just finished my exams and i’m tired asf also is this really 2.5k WORDS??? I CANT- IT’S A WHOLE 1000+ WORDS MORE THAN POLICE OFFICER MINHYUN

also am i publishing this when mama’s happening i- apparently jihoon’s in a choker omfg- soMEONE HOLD ME

[notagoodplace4gods]

ok but stozier where (this is overuse prob so sorry) rich starts really believing stan doesnt like him in their late teens bc of anxiety and stuff and starts to distance and heyoo flippin the script w/ stan coming in through the window like “wtf man??? ur literally my best friend ily” and then like back to stans and its just pure fluff bc heyo these boys mad in love and richies just like “holy shit ily wowowowoow” yike sorry ~✨

I’m so sorry for taking so long!! This is not exactly what you asked for, but I still hope you’ll like it! Here we go!

It’s on AO3

when stan starts avoiding richie after they went to prom together as bros, richie knows he’s fucked up

he doesn`t know how he fucked up, tho, because he was drunk as hell and he barely remembers what happened

when stan starts avoiding richie after they go to prom together as bros, richie knows he’s fucked up

he doesn’t know how he fucked up, tho, because he was drunk as hell and he barely remembers what happened

the losers can’t tell him what he did because “stan didn’t let you do anything embarrassing, he took you home the moment he realized you were drunk”

richie makes eddie pinky swear that he didn’t see him make a fool of himself at prom

Relieved by his answer, richie starts thinking that maybe stan’s just messing with him Maybe it’s just a joke and he decides to play along

“well let’s see how long he can pretend not to love me lol he won’t last a week”

stan lasts more than a week not talking to richie, barely acknowledging him in the group hangs

richie is low key worried and grows louder so he can draw stan’s attention by any means necessary, which means cruder jokes, over the top impressions, dirty flirting, but stan keeps ignoring him

richie goes from frustrated to angry really fast

and he complains about Stan to everyone, literally everyone but Stan The Man himself

“we don’t know anything richie, why don’t you talk to him?”

richie tries cornering stan after school one day, but stan keeps dodging his questions and answering with “I’m fine”s, which only pisses richie even more because he knows stan isn’t fine

“come on stanley I know you’re angry at me! what did i do?”

“why do you think the world revolves around you, richie? you didn’t do anything and we’re fine.”

“we’re not fine! God, stan, just tell me what I did so I can fix it! Was it because I drank too much and you had to take me home? Was it because I made you leave the prom earlier?”

“what? no richie, that was fine and… Wait, don’t you remember what happened later?” stan takes a deep breath and tries to mask the hurt on his voice. “You don’t.”

“I was drunk… I…”

“Sure, it’s okay, we’re okay, nothing happened, I just have to go.”

richie tries to stop him by grabbing his arm, but stan flinches away so fast richie’s freezes on the spot. Now he’s high key worried

now he knows he’s fucked up.

——————

richie kinda starts avoiding stan back after this, afraid he’ll make  things worse between them

he never asks the losers to intervene, but everytime he meets them, he asks if stan said anything about him

the losers have no idea what’s happening, and they hate it, so they make a plan to get both richie and stan drunk and talking

it’s very difficult getting them together, and moving past the awkwardness, but they do get them drunk, they all get drunk, one night at bill’s. and they’re playing truth or dare

when the bottle stops on stan, richie perks up at the possibility of stan picking truth so he can ask what did he do to make his best friend so mad at him

stan picks dare

for a moment richie’s devastated, but then ben whispers something in his ear and he takes his suggestion.

“I dare you to tell me why you’re mad at me.”

“that’s cheating.”

“It’s the game, you have to tell me.”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“you are! just fucking tell me what i did!

“what didn’t you do, richie?” stan rolls his eyes. “you’re always so…” The alcohol is taking the words from him, so he just gestures at richie’s entire body, to make him understand. “You! It drives me crazy!”

richie’s taken aback. He knows he’s loud and annoying, but he never thought he bothered stan so much “I’m… I’m sorry,”

when they stop talking, the entire room does too. The only sound is when mike gets up, pulling bill along with him and gesturing the others to follow him. “Maybe we should leave you two alone.”

“no!” both stan and richie argue at the same time.

richie takes a deep breath. “come on, stan the man, I just wanna put this behind us and go back to being friends.”

“Friends.” Stan scoffs, and there’s so much venom in his voice, richie unconsciously recoils. “we’re best fucking friends”

richie doesn’t know what to answer, oh even what to feel, so he choses anger. “Fine! Have it your way then” and marches out of the party.

when richie’s anger drains away, he’s just really sad and hurt

the losers go to him the next day, begging him to talk to stan, saying that stan was miserable after he left the party, so “he doesn’t hate you.”

but richie just shrugs them off. stan does hate him. it was clear as day

but what could he have done that would upset stan so much? What was so terrible that ruined their friendship?

he tries his best to remember what happened after stan took him from the prom. He thinks about numerous possibilities, but nothing seems plausible

richie knows very well that he’s a cuddly, needy drunk. But Stan knows him, he’s used to the flirty jokes, the innocent (but not really) touches, and hugs

He remembers he always used to  call stan “love” and “honey” after a few shots, he remembers sitting on stan’s lap and throwing his arms around stan’s neck in other occasions, he remembers stan just shaking his head, lifting him up and making him drink some water before bed. Stan always acted annoyed but he never minded any of that

Not until prom night

Maybe richie crossed a line. Maybe he didn’t stop at the playful flirting and dirty innuendos. Maybe he drank so much, he turned his brain off, and let his heart unfiltered. Maybe he confessed. Maybe he told stan he’d been in love with him for years. Maybe he kissed stan

Oh fuck. oh no no no no nonononono

no wonder stan hates him now. no wonder he’s angry and disgusted and never wants to see richie again

richie wants to crawl up inside a hole and just die

—————-

richie knows stan has stopped hanging out with the others, so he does too

he secretly hopes that his absence will compel stan to return to the group

if anyone gets to keep the losers, if anyone deserves to keep the losers, it’s stan

plus, if stan finds his presence so unbearable, and hates him now, it’s just a matter of time before everyone else does too. If he can’t stop it from happening, then he better prepare himself for it

so he goes from school to home, and from home to school as quickly as he can, he avoids the quarry and the arcade so he won’t meet any of them

He misses them all, though. So much

But mostly he misses Stan

His best friend

the first friend he ever made

the boy with the sarcastic smiles and amazing sense of humour

the boy who always stood by him no matter what

the boy who’d always leave an open window for him to climb into at night

the boy who’d complain about how his bed was too small for them, but would never push richie away, or make him sleep on the couch

the shy quiet beautiful perfect boy richie admired and respected so much

the boy who’d smile at him, and make the stupid bucky beaver and his stupid trash mouth feel worthy and loved and worthy of being loved.

the boy he loved so much

the boy who didn’t love him back, not anymore

not ever

richie wonders if maybe stan misses him too, but the thought is so fucking unreal, he has to laugh.

all the handholding, the laughs, hugs, kisses on the cheek, richie ruined them

richie ruined their friendship

so why would it matter to stan

why would richie matter

spoiler alert: he doesn’t

richie’s loud and annoying and ugly as hell

stan deserves someone better

literally anyone would be better

probably a girl because stan can’t be as sick as he is

——————

the losers keep trying to talk to him, but he always manages to dodge their questions

Everyone is worried because richie looks awful ™ so they decide to do a intervention for them

but richie doesn’t show up to school the next day

Or the next

they’re going crazy with worry, because richie won’t answer his door either

stan is very worried too.

he feels terrible for how he treated richie the past few weeks. He was just sad, angry and bitter, but richie didn’t deserve the way he treated him

he tries calling richie on the phone, but every call goes to voicemail

stan knows it’s his fault.  He was the one who started ignoring richie first, but he’s so worried

He’s on edge all the time, can’t sleep properly, can’t eat properly, god, he’s a mess

He almost trips over himself when his own phone rings. Please be richie, he prays

It’s not richie

——————

bev is the one who gets richie to leave the house. she takes him for a smoke by the barrens

she told him it would just be the two of them

she lied

three cigarettes in, Stan arrives, and Bev excuses herself, mentally asking richie if he’ll forgive her someday

Stan quietly sits down next to richie, who refuses to look at him

They stay like this for a good half an hour. Stan looking at richie, richie looking anywhere but at stan

stan is about to cry, but he swallows the tears. This isn’t about him! This is about his best friend, who’s looking small and broken, and he has to fix it. He has to fix them

“I’m sorry.” He opens his mouth, but the words aren’t his. They are richie’s.

Richie’s apologizing to him

“fuck, stan, I think I finally know what I did to make you hate me, and, god, I’m so sorry.”

stan is speechless, terrified at the thought that maybe richie does remember that night

“I was never going to tell you, I was going to ignore it until it went away, but it’s been years, and it still hadn’t gone away, and I… I’m a horrible person… not worthy of being your friend

stan is offended. “Richie…”

“no… let me finish. I know what I did is unforgivable, and heinous and sick. And I’m so very sorry, but I can’t fix this. So it’s okay if you hate me and never want to see me again.I understand”

“richie!” Stan grabs his shoulders and shakes him a little.”What is it you think you did at prom?”

“you don’t have to do this.” richie shakes his head. “I know I… I kissed you. Didn’t I?.”

Now Stan starts crying. “No. no you didn’t.”

richie’s eyes go so wide it would be comical in any other situation

“Fuck. then you’re just mad at me for a stupid joke, or whatever and I went and spilled my feelings for you, instead of just apologizing. Now you hate me for real, and…”

“I don’t hate you, I never did and I never will.” Stan cuts him off.

richie nods dumbly, not letting himself feel relief because the fact stan doesn’t hate him does not necessarily means that stan likes him back.

“Do you wanna know what you did that made me so mad?” Stan waits for richie’s nod before continuing. If richie said what stan thinks he said, telling him about this should be easy. “You fell asleep.” It’s not

silence

richie does his best not to break it because he knows stan’s not finished

“I took you home, and tried to get you to bed. You didn’t want to. You wanted to dance.” Stan smiles at the memory. “I asked what could i possibly do to convince you to go to sleep and you asked me to cuddle you.”

richie cringes. well that was embarrassing

but it’s not the end of the story

“so I did. we laid down at your bed, and we were so close, I…” Now it’s stan’s turn to take a deep breath. “I kissed you, Richie. I kissed you, you kissed me back, but then you fell asleep mid kiss and I…”

richie’s heart stops, and he finally looks directly into stan’s eyes

“I was so ashamed, I couldn’t face you after this.” now it’s stan who diverts his eyes. “And then you told me you didn’t remember and I was so hurt, so angry. I mean, I knew you were drunk, I took a chance, but I still… God, richie, you were my first kiss.”

“stan.” richie kneels, and moves next to his friend, his best friend, the boy who, for whatever reason, loves him back, and takes his face on his hands. “stan, I’m sorry I’m so stupid.”

“It’s okay, richie.” Stan tries. “You were drunk, and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of that, then felt sorry for myself and acted like a jerk, but…” Stan’s hands are shaking. “I like you more than I thought I could ever like someone, and it scared me so much, I withdrew from everyone. I avoided you like crazy because I couldn’t let you know, I couldn’t let you reject me.”

“stan.” richie calls for him again, and their eyes meet. “stan, I’m stupid, but you’re also very stupid, oh my god, we’re so stupid.” he groans. “I like you. You like me back. We like each other.” He says it, slowly, as if trying to understand.

“We do.” Stan breathes, amazed.

They only stare at each other for a moment, holding hands like their lives depend on it.

“I’m sorry.” Stan says.

“I’m sorry too.” Richie says it back.

A pause. Then. “Do I get to redo that first kiss?”

Stan pushes him over, and richie laughs

“we never really danced at prom, did we? I bet you refused to dance with me after prom too.”

“I…” Stan narrows his eyes. “Do you really wanna dance, now?”

“Sure.” richie knows stan didn’t mean it as an invitation, but he takes it anyway. He bows. Stan rolls his eyes, but doesn’t stop richie from inching closer, and closer. “Let’s redo the entire night.”

They dance for a while, no music, no rhythm. They dance until richie steps on stan’s toes, and stan pushes him away so hard richie falls on the grass

They laugh, and laugh, and laugh

(god, they both missed this so much)

“Okay, so I’m never doing that again.” stan says, but he’s smiling. “We’re done, richie.”

“not yet.” richie says, getting back up, and he looks serious

he takes a step closer

stan takes another step to meet him in the middle and his hand goes into richie’s hair

richie’s hands are trembling, but he takes them to stan’s neck

they kiss

they look at each other

they kiss again and again and again

“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me again, asshole.” Stan says, lips brushing against richie’s

“Oh, don’t worry, Stan the Man, I’m up.” He motions down to his pants. “I’ll be up all night…”

“fucking my mom, i know.” stan answers, the same time richie finishes with “fucking you.” and they look at each other, for a second.

“Fuck you, richie.” Stan is trying to look mad, but he can’t stop laughing

“Well… if you want to, sure. I can be into it.” richie doesn’t miss his mark, but before he says anything else, stan’s kissing him again

richie kisses him back

and they kiss, and kiss, and kiss for a long time.

[prettylilparker]

hc: study dates with sam? btw ily too you're so sweet

ok studying does not happen boy lied to u just to get u to come over

but it starts off w u guys studying, both of u looking at ur personal textbooks, actually sam is not looking at his textbook half the time because his eyes keep traveling to the beautiful girl sitting across the bed from him

“why do you keep looking at me?”

“what? i have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“sam tell me what you’ve learned so far about physics during this study session.”

“um- uh,” he’s tapping a pencil against the textbook, feigning a face as if he’s thinking extremely hard, his brows furrowed and his eyes looking up to the ceiling.

“exactly”

“i’m sorry! it’s not my fault that the beauty in front of me is distrACTINg”

“wow so you’re blaming ur incompetence on me”

“I AM NOT INCOMPETENT”

okay study session, no, more like makeout session

sam literally shoves all your papers and textbooks and folders out of the way, off the bed into a cluttered mess on the floor, but you couldn’t care less in the moment

he grabs you by the waist and moves you further up the bed, placing you down gently so your head is resting on his pillow

it starts out really sweetly, his lips placing ginger kisses along your jaw and then your neck and then your collarbone

him constantly asking for consent!!

“can i take off your shirt?”

“yes, sam.”

“can i kiss your stomach?”

“yes, sam.”

“can i-”

“for fucks sake, just do it sam!”

harry walks in on u guys and sam being the gentleman he is shields harry’s view of you

harry just laughs to himself, shouting out, “looks like you’re both failing your tests tomorrow.”

“yeah, we should probably get back to studying, babe.”

“no, we’re not done yet.” and how could you deny that face?

[peterwithextrapickles]

Not Enough

Request: Yes. “lotsa chaos. big threat to a lot of people. peter does his best to evacuate the civilians and gets real fukyn beat up. he comes back to the scene of the crime exhausted and ready to just pick up his backpack to find the bodies of people that he overlooked (or dont ik this is hard bb ily ur writins regardless)”

Word Count: 1211

Summary: Read the request

Ships: None

Warning: VERY angsty. Slight description of death

A/N: Please tell me how to improve!! I really tried my best, but this is my first time writing angst. Also I know you wanted a drabble, and I’m very sorry but this is a Fic.

“Warning: Continuing to fight in this condition will mostly likely result in your death. If the situation worsens, I will automatically go into Instant Kill, regardless of your preference via  Mama Bear Protocol,” Karen warned. Peter swore under his breath. This couldn’t be happening. All around he heard panicked shouts and screams of his neighbors. People he’d walked past who knows how many times.

His borough was burning, and Peter was helpless to stop it.

Everywhere around him, he swore he saw familiar faces. He saw MJ in the girl carrying her little sister in her arms as she ran. He heard Flash in a distant cry. May’s hair whipped past his left side. Ned’s hat lay scattered on the ground.

Peter knew it wasn’t them, it couldn’t be, but each time his heart stopped a tiny bit. The second his spidey senses started tingling, he’d texted everyone he knew to get out of Queens as fast as possible, and he knew most of them trusted him enough to do as he’d asked; no questions asked. Still, the what if would never let him breathe until the danger was gone.

“Get out,” Peter croaked, as loudly as he could. Okay, maybe Karen had a point. The bad guys had left him a little worse for wear, but they were still out there. They were still hurting people, and he had to do something. Anything.

A loud crash sounded from afar, but still far too close to home. Peter raced towards it as fast as his webs could carry him. “Warning: Web fluid low. Mama Bear Protocol activated in T-minus ten minutes.” Peter was on his last cartridge, fiercely holding a hand to his largest gash, but he couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when so many people were at stake. He was almost there when he tasted blood.

He saw the criminal whose hand he’d webbed to the car trunk and left, Aaron, holding the hand of a much smaller kid wearing a Spider-Man hoodie. His nephew. They were getting away as fast as they could, but the kid couldn’t run very fast. Aaron nodded at Peter as he swung past, and Peter waved. “Look, it’s Spider-Man!” The kid’s excitement made Peter smile a little bit in spite of everything.

Peter wanted to call out something like “Stay in school!” but that sounded too lame even for him. He tried to salute the kid, but he’d already swung too far away to be in sight, and he had to focus. He had to stop them. So the kid and everyone else would make it out of here.

Peter finally caught up to the bad guys. They wore plain masks and all-black clothes; it was their weaponry that was unique and had hurt so much. Clearly leftover from the Vulture’s empire, the weapons had managed to raze half of Queens.

Peter swung around them. He might not be able to stop them like this, but he could at least distract them enough to get more people out of there. They fired at him, missing almost every time. Fortunately, not with one of the guns that immediately killed, but it fucking hurt like hell. At least if they were hurting him, they weren’t hurting anyone else.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of gunshots. Not from them, from a nearby cop who’d tried to be a hero. Peter saw her hand tremble against the trigger, even as she kept firing. Unfortunately, they seemed bulletproof. A flash of electric blue light hit her, right in the chest. She screamed right up until her corpse hit the ground.

Everything slowed. His heart, previously rivaling the speed of light, seemed to stop entirely. His breath caught on the lump in his throat. Every sound deafened to a dull roar. Even his blood had turned to an icy sludge. The only part of him that felt alive was his stomach, churning up into knots.

Someone had died. Of course, he’d known people had to have died already. Of course. But some small part of him had clung desperately to the idea that everyone had managed to survive. That everyone still might get out of this, and things might be okay.

Peter didn’t notice the highly specialized gun pointed right as his largest open gash. He didn’t notice the sound of it firing up. Peter didn’t notice Karen warning him about Mama Bear Protocol about to activate, and he certainly didn’t notice the ever-loudening sounds of jets rushing towards him.

Peter only noticed as the ground disappeared, an empty Iron Man suit carrying him away to safety as the real Iron Man quickly took out the bad guys. “No! I have to get those people out of there! Put me back!” The suit didn’t respond, since FRIDAY was only piloting Peter to Manhattan, and Tony was down there. Fighting because Peter had failed.

A day later, after begging May to let him out, after a lot of medical treatment, after promising to go as Peter, after hundreds upon hundreds of compromises, Peter was back in his neighborhood. While a lot was still intact, some of the buildings were in shambles. All the fire had been put out, but even though it was autumn, the air felt too hot. Someone thrust a mask into Peter’s hands to filter the debris and smoke.

Peter turned a corner into where most of the action had taken place, and he might as well have been watching the officer die all over again. “No,” Peter whispered, so quietly, he might have been talking to ghosts. There were hundreds of people amongst the bits of concrete and ash, but far too few of them were alive.

The sight of them hurt worse than the scent. Peter knew there had been more casualties than were here, he saw coroners carrying bodies by the dozen into vans. Bodies of people he failed to save.

All of the “if only”s haunted Peter’s thoughts like the Reaper. If only he’d been better. If only he’d been more capable. If only he hadn’t attracted those villains there in the first place.

There was no question about why they had come. They might as well have spelled out “Spider-Man” in bullets on the walls of every standing building. They had chosen the areas of Queens Peter frequented most. They had chosen to hit Spider-Man where it hurt. This was all his fault.

If he’d done a better job tracking down the Vulture’s buyers, if he hadn’t been so public, so arrogant about taking in the Vulture, if he’d done anything differently, this wouldn’t have happened. All of this blood was on his hands.

In the rubble, a bright red and blue Spider-Man hoodie stuck out. The same one the kid had been wearing. Peter’s gut twisted sickly, and his insides had become a void, caving him in from the inside out.

Peter’s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. He keeled over, dry-heaving up all the breakfast he didn’t have. He couldn’t stand, but he knew the EMT’s and other emergency responders still roaming were too busy trying to fix his unfixable mess to pay him any attention.

His borough had burned, and Peter hadn’t done enough to save it.