and i miss being with my group


My piece for the yoi collab game!! The theme was “secrets and mysteries”. My group (group 10!!) had so much fun with this. We made an au where Georgi’s failed love life was a result of him being supernatural! I made a comic based of Nikola’s part of the fic. Go check out the fic here!!!!!

Teen Wolf Preference - Fake Dating


Derek couldn’t believe you had convinced him into doing this.

“You want me to what?” he’d asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.  

“I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for this event since… I kinda already told everyone that you’re my boyfriend and you were coming. There’ll be free food and alcohol and you won’t even have to talk to many people!”

This had naturally intrigued Derek but there had been something that he couldn’t help but ask you.

“Really? You picked me for your big fake boyfriend plan? You know I don’t… get along well with people around here. Why not Parrish?”

Derek could see Parrish pulling up now at the event in his police uniform. Parrish wasn’t a bad guy but Derek couldn’t help but clench his fists at the sight of him. He wasn’t one to get jealous easily but this guy just put his teeth on edge.

“Shit! Parrish! Why didn’t I think of that?” you’d said angrily, shaking your head, “well, it’s too late. Will you just please go with me, Derek? It’s just one night. We can fake break up the next day.”

Derek had then thought for a moment, making sure to avoid your eye. You had a particular pleading look that you often gave him that made it hard for him to ever say no to you. But he couldn’t resist and looked at you, and it was then that he decided that he was going to be a part of your fake dating charade and he was going to be the best fake date there ever was.

“You came!”

Derek was pulled out of his trance, turning to see you hurrying towards him with a grin on your face.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

You shook your head, “I just wasn’t sure. Wow, you look really good, you should wear suits more often.”

“I always look good,” he offered his hand, smiling a little as you took it. Your hand was so tiny compared to his. “You don’t look too bad either.”

That was an understatement. Derek always thought you looked gorgeous but right now, he was so blown away by how beautiful you looked that he had to remind himself to breathe.

Gee, thanks. We’re running a bit behind – I’d planned to have at least 2 drinks by now.”

The event was in full swing and Derek felt like he was in high school again. First of all, the event was being held in the school’s hall as the community one was under construction and second of all, he found himself watching protectively over you as he heard several greasy men comment on how good you looked.

“I was wondering when the two of you were going to get together,” Jordan Parrish congratulated the two of you, avoiding Derek’s intimidating stare, “all (Y/N) ever talked about was ‘how hot Derek is’.”

Your eyes widened, taking a rather large sip of your drink as you elbowed Jordan ‘playfully’.

“I did not!”

All throughout the night people had approached you and Derek and gave similar comments (minus the snarky one Jordan gave), saying that they’d seen the two of you out on dates and were wondering when you were going to call it official. In all honesty, neither you or Derek had considered your outings to be dates but now that he was thinking back on it, he wondered if he should start considering them as just that.

Derek proceeded to smile as Jordan winced from the hit you gave him, “well, it was a surprise to me actually. I had always thought the two of you were going to get together.”

“Nah, (Y/N) has only ever had eyes for you!” Jordan glanced at your now nearly empty glass, “want a refill?”

“God, yes please. I’m gonna be needing something heavier at this rate.”

“Completely agree with you.” and with a wink, Jordan disappeared back through the crowd towards the bar and Derek shifted his focus back to you.

“I feel a bit stupid for being jealous of him now,” he admitted, smelling the embarrassment on you which only caused his smile to widen more. Derek honestly couldn’t remember smiling this much since he was a teenager and it turned out a lot of people at the event were being a lot kinder to him because of it.

“Yeah, well, I picked you as my fake boyfriend for a reason. It’s believable and everyone seems to already think it was happening.”

You wished Jordan would hurry up with that drink.

Derek could hear your heart racing and you glanced up at him, something seeming to occur to you as a surprised expression dawned on your face.

“Holy shit – you don’t actually like me, do you?”

He leaned closer to you, his grin seeming rather wolfish now.

“By the sounds of it,” he pointed to your heart, “you feel the same way.”

Derek was now the one taken aback as very quickly, you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.

“Stupid werewolf powers.” Was all you said as a low growl came from the back of Derek’s throat, Jordan now walking up from behind you with drinks in his hand. Derek wanted to desperately kiss you just a little longer but as his eyes met briefly with yours, he knew the whole dating charade was going to become a lot more realistic and there was going to be endless amount of time to kiss you.


“Sorry man. You probably won’t have a lot to contribute to the conversation considering you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Stiles teased for what felt like the millionth time as he and Isaac stood by the lockers waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

Stiles had just asked him for advice for an upcoming date but then took it back quickly saying he probably would just ask Scott about it in the car. A low growl escaped Isaac’s lips as he tried to remind himself that Stiles just wasn’t worth it as the idiot seemed to get off on annoying him. And unfortunately, it was working and sometimes Isaac was just a bit impulsive.

“Well, not one that you know of.”

Stiles’s eyebrow quirked up and a Grinch like smile came across his face, wondering if he was hearing this right.

“A girlfriend in fourth grade doesn’t count,” he reminded and Isaac’s hands balled into fists.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it.” Because it isn’t real, Isaac thought.

Stiles nodded, “oh, yeah right, sure, sure.”

The tone in his voice was enough for Isaac to glance around and see you and Lydia walking in the opposite direction of where he was standing. You and Isaac weren’t close but you got along like a house on fire, regularly working together on pack ‘missions’ or sometimes you just studied together in the library. He’d been asked several times if he was interested in you, all those times he just shrugged as an answer but if anyone was to believe he was dating someone, you would be a good candidate.

“(Y/N),” Isaac said, “(Y/N) and I have been dating.”

Stiles looked as if he’d just discovered gold.

“(Y/N)? You want me to believe that? She’s way out of your league!” and then he was shouting, “(Y/N)! Are you and Isaac dating?”

Lydia and you stopped your walking, Lydia raising her eyebrows at you as you turned around slowly. Everyone in the hallway seemed to go quiet, interested in this little bit of gossip and you met with Isaac’s horrified eyes.

“Uh, yes?” was all you said before continuing on your way, Lydia beginning to smack you excitedly at discovering this information as Stiles turning back to Isaac.

“I can’t believe you weren’t just fucking with me. You should invite her to come bowling with all of us tomorrow night – Lydia will be there so she won’t feel so weird. I seriously can’t believe you landed a girlfriend like that, fuck.”

Isaac couldn’t believe that he’d landed a fake girlfriend like that either.

That night, Isaac found himself climbing into your bedroom and nearly scaring you half to death.

“What the shit?” you hissed, pausing the show you were watching, “first you say we’re dating and now you’re climbing through my window? Did I miss something?”

He smiled sheepishly, brushing off a few sticks that got caught in his sweater while trying to climb up through your window.

“Uh, I know normal people just text but I thought I should just ask you in person. I didn’t really think this through –,”

You cut him off, “yeah, I can see that.”

“But, fuck this is stupid. Stiles was being a dick and I kind of just said you were my girlfriend so he’d leave me alone. I didn’t think he’d actually, uh, ask you about it but do… you wanna go bowling with the group of us tomorrow?”

You’d always had a crush on Isaac. He was one of the first guys to ever really notice you and see you for more than just your looks and you wanted to throw one of your pillows at him and demand he take you out on a proper date because you genuinely liked him. But even though he freaked you out a bit by abruptly climbing through your window at that time of night, you couldn’t resist him.

“Fine. But before you leave, I already answered a bunch of our relationship questions to Lydia so you’ll have to learn them. And you’re paying for my shoes and games for bowling. Oh, and when we fake break up, it’ll be a mutual break up and it can’t be weird.”

You weren’t particularly eager to be out bowling with the group. You got along well with everyone and they were being overly nice to you ever since they found out you and Isaac were ‘dating’. A few times Stiles had said to you ‘really, Isaac?’ but other than that, no one really questioned it. The people in the group who were wolves didn’t even suspect that the two of you were faking the whole ordeal because they could hear how fast your heart rates were when you were around one another, which made everything much easier.

“Lydia said she invited you to come earlier in the week but you said no.” Isaac said, his arm wrapped around you rather lazily as you watched Scott get up for his first go. It felt rather natural for the two of you to be like this, having small touches here and there and sneaking each other little glances. It was comfortable and you had to remind yourself that this was all supposed to be a charade.

“Uh, did I forget to mention that I can’t bowl?”

“You know you’re up next, right?”

You nodded, “yeah, that’s why I’m just a bit nervous.”

Scott got a strike, grinning as he turned to the group who were all rolling their eyes at the unfairness of him having werewolf abilities which were a rather big help in the situation. You wished you had the abilities because you had no idea what you were about to do.

“C’mon,” Isaac helped you to your feet, picking up your ball for you and beginning to walk towards your lane.

“Seriously? What are you doing?”

He handed you the ball, smiling a little and back at the seats the two of you were already earning a few ‘awes’.

“I’ll help you, it’s the least I can do,” he handed you the ball and you held it in the hand you were most comfortable with as he began to help line you up correctly, “aren’t we just relationship goals?”

You laughed rather nervously and Isaac stood behind you, his back pressed against yours and you did your best to concentrate on your bowling but it was proving to be difficult.

“Just move sort of like… this,” he murmured into your ear and as he showed you the throwing movement the second time around, you released the ball and it went flying down the middle of the lane, hitting all the pins except one.

“Oh my god,” a grin came across your face as you turned around to Isaac who couldn’t quite believe it either, “oh my god!”

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly and Isaac nearly fell backwards at the sudden action. Eagerly though, he kissed you back, enjoying the feeling and hoping that you’d do this every time you did well in the game.

“How come you don’t do that when I do well?” Scott asked Kira from their seats and she nudged him playfully.

Realising that you had to bowl once more and everyone was watching the two of you with stupid grins on their faces, you shyly pulled away and began to walk back to get another ball. Triumphantly, Isaac walked back to the group who might as well have been clapping for him and Lydia patted his arm.

“It’s about time the two of you got together. (Y/N) always talked about how much she liked you but you just ‘didn’t like her back’. I swear if you break her heart I’ll break you.” She smiled sweetly and Isaac, who had to admit was a little intimidated, smiled back as you successfully knocked down your final pin.

“Not planning on it, Lydia.”


“I think I left my lacrosse jersey at your place,” you were startled by your ex-boyfriend who was now standing beside your locker, an annoyed look on his face as if it were you fault that he’d misplaced his belongings.

“You never took any of your lacrosse gear to my house.” You told him coolly, shutting your locker which you weren’t actually done looking in and attempting to walk away from him. To your annoyance, he followed.

“Well, if you see it then tell me,” he said and you rolled your eyes. The two of you had been broken up for 3 months, you were certain you would have come across it by now. “How’re you going anyway? Any new guys in your life?”

The last bit he said with an amused tone, causing you to clutch your bag just a bit tighter. You knew if you said no that he’d proceed to tell you the long list of girls that were in his life now – some of which were in his life while the two of you were dating.

“Yeah, believe it or not I actually have a boyfriend.”

You saw a group of guys up ahead being rather rowdy and spotted Liam Dunbar, the guy you were planning to find just earlier because he’d promised you his research notes from one of your classes.

“Oh, really? Do I know them?”

You knew you should’ve just made up a name of some guy that went to another school but because you just happened to be looking at Liam, you couldn’t help it.


Your ex looked surprised, “Dunbar? Seriously?”

At that moment, Liam looked up, having been listening in on your conversation and he was just as confused too. You couldn’t believe you picked someone so obvious – and someone that was on the same team as your ex as well. You weren’t going to get away with this.

“Um… yeah?”

Liam sensed your embarrassment and excused himself from the group of friends he was talking to. It was well known that he hated your ex and any opportunity to annoy him was valuable.

“Hey babe!” he said cheerfully as he approached you, trying not to laugh at how red you went as he placed a kiss on your cheek, “everything alright here?”

Your ex, to your relief, stepped away, “everything’s fine, man. (Y/N), if you see the jersey let me know.”

When your ex was safely out of sight, you turned to Liam who had a smug smile on his face.

“How – why?” you stammered, not really sure how you’d just managed that.

“I hate that guy,” he said, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone we’re not really dating. We make a cute couple anyway, even if it’s fake.”

“What? Liam, you don’t have to do this. I was just being stupid.”

He shook his head, “he’s just told about 5 people that we’re dating. It’ll be fun! We can get back at that guy all while doing our assignments. It’s a win-win situation.”

And so the fake relationship began. To your surprise, you greatly benefited from the situation. Creepy guys stopped bothering you, if you ever needed to get warm Liam was perfectly fine with you just walking into his arms while he talked with some friends and you ended up making more friends of your own. Some of the seniors he hung around became protective of you and Lydia Martin, of all people, started casually talking to you and giving you advice whenever you needed it. You often forgot that you weren’t really dating because whenever you were around Liam, your heart raced and you got butterflies as if you were actually hanging out with someone you had feelings for. It wasn’t until you sometimes saw your ex around the school who made snide and rude comments about the two of you that you remembered what was going on.

“You’re all sweaty,” you laughed as you and Mason went onto the field after one of the lacrosse games to congratulate Liam. He had a large grin on his face, pulling off his lacrosse helmet and Mason gave him a high five.

“Usually after sports people get sweaty. Weird, isn’t it?” Mason said as you gave Liam a short congratulatory hug, “poor Devenford Prep though… I should probably go and see if Brett’s alright…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really concerned about his feelings,” Liam said sarcastically as Mason ignored him, walking over to the opposite (and losing) team.

“So, how does it feel to win against your old school?”

“Quite amazing, actually,” he paused, “he’s watching again. Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly who Liam was talking about, “maybe we should give him a show.”

You had been joking – kind of. And Liam knew that but he couldn’t resist. He dropped his helmet, cupping your face and kissing you passionately. You no longer cared about how sweaty he was as you kissed him back, a part of you relieved that you were finally getting to do this.

You pulled away slightly, smiling like an idiot and Liam began to lean in again.

“He’s not even watching anymore,” you told him and he shook his head.

“I just really like kissing you.”

And then you kissed him again.


“This is just relationship…ist,” you said angrily as you and Scott sat in the library working on an assignment together. Scott raised an eyebrow, half listening as he was actually working while you were flicking through a free Beacon Hills magazine that you could always find lying around the town in random places.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

You put the magazine down in front of him so he had to actually look away from what he was doing, pointing to the ad on the page.

“Couples get a 50% discount at the Canary. Couples are the ones that can actually afford to be there, single people should be the ones getting the discount.”

Scott pushed the magazine back towards you, amused by your reaction.

“What’s so good about the restaurant, anyway?” he asked and you looked at him in disbelief.

“How – how could you ask that? The food is the best food I’ve ever eaten. It makes you want to cry rainbows it’s so good.”

He snorted, “if you let me do my work I’ll be your fake boyfriend and go with you.”

“You know the way to my heart, McCall.”

You told maybe one person that you and Scott were going for the discounted food and the word got out like Chinese whispers. Soon, everyone ignored the fact you were just going to a restaurant together and were talking about how the two of you were now dating. Both of you, even with Scott’s werewolf senses, were oblivious to the rumours and were sitting at lunch together when Stiles was the first person to sit down with the both of you.

“I can’t believe you two,” he said, you having your mouth full with your lunch but raising an eyebrow at him, “you’re dating and you didn’t even tell me.”

You nearly choked on your food.

“Where’d you hear that?” Scott asked casually, not denying the claim.

“From fucking Lindsay of all people! She wanted to know how long it’d be going on – how come everyone knew before your best friend?!”

You looked at Scott and to your surprise, he shrugged.

“We were going to keep it a secret.”

That was when the rest of the group sat down at the table.

“So it’s true then?” Lydia asked, looking between you and Scott and he took your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Yes, we’re dating,” and then he looked at you, “and we’re going to get a discount at the Canary. I want to cry rainbows.”

You knocked at Scott’s front door on Saturday night, ready for your fake date. The two of you had found the whole fake dating thing to be rather amusing, promising each other to keep it up until after the restaurant date and then saying that you would break up afterwards because you realised you were just ‘better off as friends’.

As Scott didn’t have a car you said you’d drop by his place after he was done practicing lacrosse with Stiles and Liam that day. Usually you didn’t mind just going on the back of his motorbike to places but tonight you actually got dressed up a little bit and you couldn’t risk having helmet hair or your makeup getting smudged.

“(Y/N)!” Melissa grinned as she opened the door, “come on in. Scott got home later than expected and he’s nearly ready. God, I’m so glad he finally got the guts to ask you out. He’s always gushing about his feelings for you and how he just doesn’t know what to do about it. He adores you, really.”

“Really, mum?” Scott said, knowing he was too late in defusing the embarrassing situation as he came walking quickly down the stairs.

“I’m your mother, it’s my job to embarrass you,” Melissa teased, “I guess that’s my cue to leave the two of you alone. Have fun – be safe!”

You only managed to yell a goodbye because Scott was pushing you out of the door, eager to get out of the situation.

“Don’t,” he warned, knowing you were ready to mention what had just happened, “you look amazing, by the way.”

“It’s not often I dress up like this so you better appreciate it. So should the discounted food, which I’m highly looking forward to.”

The Canary was filled with couples of all ages and you and Scott fit right in as plates of food were being placed in front of you.

“Are we going to be able to eat this all?” you asked.

“(Y/N), I’m a guy who also happens to be a werewolf. I could finish all of this on my own.”

He had a fair point.

The two of you were complimented several times by waiters for being such a cute couple, you both accepting these compliments graciously but with bright red faces. Ever since Melissa made the comment earlier about the two of you, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was joking because you’d always thought it was just you that liked him.

“What is it?” Scott asked, noticing your wondering expression. You gave a small shrug, feeling awfully shy which you weren’t usually like around him.

“Do you really gush about having feelings for me?”

This time, he was the shy one. Scott poked at his food, his cheeks reddening which they had been on and off throughout the night.

“I wouldn’t say I gushed about it,” he finally admitted, “but I do talk about liking you a bit.”


Saturday night had been a blur. The last memory you had was agreeing to do shots with Stiles and the next day you woke up safely tucked in bed (thanks to Scott) just before you launched yourself to the toilet to begin your day of being hungover. You felt like shit. And even on Monday morning as you walked into school you had a faint throbbing in your head and you were drinking more water when Stiles arrived.

“I’m never drinking alcohol again,” was the first thing you said to him, noticing he looked a similar way to you.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, “but we say that all the time.”

You leaned against his side, waiting for the others to arrive when you got your first ‘congratulations’ from someone. Neither of you were sure what the person was congratulating you on but you thanked them anyway. Then it happened again when a girl from your English class walked past, lifting her hand to high five you.

“I heard about Saturday! It’s about time you two got together!” she said excitedly before walking into school.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” you asked, confused as to what you just witnessed as Stiles shook his head.

“I spent yesterday in the toilet. I didn’t even turn my phone on because the brightness made me sick.”

You waited a little longer and then Stiles suddenly perked up.

“Dude, there’s Theo. I saw him at the party on Saturday with that guy – I think he’s trying to get him to join his weird ass pack,” Stiles tried to tell you quietly, hoping that Theo was listening in.

“Or he could be into guys?”

“Well, you two were certainly a sight for sore eyes,” Kira suddenly said, appearing beside the two of you and making you jump. When she noticed the confused, she elaborated. “On Saturday, I mean. I didn’t know that getting the two of you together meant getting you drunk and having you confess your love to one another but man, it worked. That was gross.”

You and Stiles nearly had a heart attack. Quickly, you stepped away from one another, sharing a confused stare just as the bell went. Kira looked between the two of you but didn’t say anything, leaving you two alone as she entered the school on her own. Rather than say anything, you and Stiles went your separate ways.

During second period, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced at the message from Stiles which simply read to meet him at your spot. Your teacher was reluctant to let you leave but when you did, you nearly sprinted to the spot under the third floor corridor staircase where Stiles was waiting clearly agitated. It seems you weren’t the only one having people come up to you and congratulate you on officially dating Stiles and that many people saw your proclamation of love which neither of you can remember.

“Do you remember?” you began but Stiles suddenly pulled you to him, putting a hand over your mouth. You were confused, only to hear Theo’s voice echoing the corridor and you got the idea. You tried to listen in with him but Theo stopped talking and soon you heard footsteps coming towards where the two of you were hiding.

Stiles swiftly kissed you, causing you to freeze up. You weren’t sure whether to pull away or to kiss him back, only to understand what he was doing when Theo finally stopped in front of the two of you.

“Whoa, Theo!” Stiles pulled away, “can’t a couple just have a few moments of peace?”

Theo’s eyebrows furrowed, “so the rumours are true.”

“The rumours? Didn’t you see us at the party?” Stiles wrapped his arm around you and you smiled sheepishly. Your teacher was gonna be pissed at how late you were going to be.

“Must’ve left by then.”

“With your guy friend?” you blurted out and Stiles tried to stifle a laugh. Theo decided it was best to ignore you – which it was – and began to walk back to class that he was obviously avoiding as well.

You looked at Stiles with a questioning expression but he shook his head, “we’ll talk about this later.”

You never talked about it later but you had a silent agreement to continue the fake dating. Both of you watched one too many movies and had the idea that if you did the couple getting caught making out when you were actually searching into something you shouldn’t be then it was a win-win deal. You were just too nosy.

“We’re basically detectives,” Stiles said, the two of you hidden in a corner of a club watching a group of suspected chimeras. The two of you had been awfully touchy the past few days, both of you trying to convince yourselves it was all just a charade but it wasn’t. If you were able to convince your friends that you were dating, the people you were closest to, then it wasn’t really fake.

“Do you wanna go home and watch Star Wars?” you yelled over the music and Stiles leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are perfect for me.” He said, grabbing your and leading you out of the club. Your heart was racing and even when you got to the car, Stiles continued to hold your hand on the drive back to his place.

“For our detective work, right?” you said jokingly to him when he pulled into the driveway, Stiles walking quickly around to your side of the car to open the door for you.

Stiles leaned in and kissed you, “this has never been about the detective work.”


“Leave me alone,” you said for the third time to a guy that hadn’t stopped trying to chat you up during the last big lacrosse game. You looked around, trying to find someone you knew to go to for help but the crowds of people all looked the same.

“Why? You got a boyfriend?”

“Why should that matter? Leave me alone.”

You tried to remember how to throw a punch – you even considered making a scene by yelling loudly for the creep to get away from you. But your rescuer stepped out of the shadows, wrapping their arm around you and you nearly punched them in the face until you saw who it was.

“This guy bothering you, babe?” Theo Raeken said sternly and the guy put his hands in the air.

“Hey! No problem here, Raeken!”

“Really?” Theo stepped towards him, “because you better not be bothering my girlfriend.”

Despite how scared you were, your heart was filling with butterflies for all the wrong reasons. You had Theo in a few of your classes and god, you found him insanely attractive. He was always sweet towards you and now you were never going to be able to thank him enough.

“I’m not! I was just leaving, I swear!”

You’d never seen someone move so quickly.

When he disappeared into the crowd, Theo turned to you and gave you the most charming smile. You knew about his powers and was fully aware that he could probably smell your lust and nervousness.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked before disappearing as well and you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

The next week you were sitting in the library on your own when Theo sat down beside you again, putting his arm around you. Your heart got caught in your throat as you glanced up at him, Theo seeming very comfortable and casual with the situation.

“Didn’t you hear?” he said with an amused tone, “everyone thinks we’re actually dating. I want to make sure they continue to think that so those guys will leave you alone.”

“What guys?”

“Over there. They’ve been saying some disgusting things about you and either I beat the shit out of them or they just get too freaked out to do anything in the first place,” he paused, “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You ignored him, “so, what? You’re fake dating me now?”

“Do you mind? I think it’d be fun.”

Theo took your answer as a yes when you blushed and look hastily away.

The next few weeks went past in a blur. It all started out as a bit of fun and eventually you were comfortable enough with Theo to get a bit into it as well. He never did anything beyond holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you but soon you were beginning to realise you wanted more – and so did Theo. He tried to convince himself that he was just doing this as a nice gesture because he’d thought you were vulnerable but he came to realise that you were stronger than even he was. You impressed him and Theo found himself lying in bed at night wishing you were there and he got excited whenever he knew you were nearby.

It was another big lacrosse game and Theo was finishing up some personal business when he saw a guy attempting to take the seat that Theo had originally be sitting in and chat you up. He clenched his teeth, storming towards you and his heart jumped when you made eye contact and you smiled at him.

“Hey babe,” Theo said, leaning down to where you were sitting, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard on the lips. You froze up but kissed him back, the guy that had been attempting to hit on you moving far away as possible.

“Get a room!” someone yelled and Theo moved away, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

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we exist and are all wonderful and valid!!!!!!!

Just Right


Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

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insaneproxy  asked:

You know, when I was a teenager it absolutely pissed me off when people over the age of 18 referred to me as a child. My friends & I wanted to be taken seriously in communities so we never pulled the "just a child" excuse whenever shit went down. Now it seems that anyone a month under the age of 18 is like "uwu im just an innocent minor dont call me out or ill accuse you of being a pedo & child abuser." It's just so weird to me cuz my generation was the opposite. I wonder why it changed.

It changed because of the leverage of perceived victimhood, and the ability of social media to bring together the social outcasts of society that view themselves as such.  When brought together, these people become a co-dependent group of enablers.  Rather than going through the natural cycle of emotional maturity, they reinforce each other’s flaws, assuring each other that they don’t need to change.  They don’t take the time to self-reflect, and miss out on valuable psychological growth

Eventually. when you have enough people like this, they feel emboldened to take their resentment out on others, particularly those that resemble the people who have mocked or rejected them in the past (hence the trend of blaming majority groups for their own social ineptitude).  If they didn’t feel as though they had people to support and praise them for this, they wouldn’t do it.  They also wouldn’t do it face-to-face: The internet allows them to take this passive-aggressive stance without real-world consequences.

They then discovered that certain issues in life can be used as an invulnerable shield, because there are taboos that elicit knee-jerk responses that people are afraid to question, lest they appear to support them.  Thus continues the leverage of victimhood, except now it’s dragging serious topics down into the mud with it.  In the process, these people can pretend to be “heroes” and receive praise for doing absolutely nothing.  It’s a game of “Look at how good of a person I want you to think I am!”.  Once they realized they could use this ploy to achieve the kind of popularity online that they never could in real life, all bets were off.

The full-scale attack on adulthood is likely due to being corrected by adults on their behavior, or others trying to hold them accountable for it.  They don’t want that–they want to be childish and petty, because it makes them feel better about themselves to put down others.  Adulthood in general terrifies them, because it means there will no longer be anyone to spoil them, or make excuses for them.

It’s like that one episode of “Chowder” where everyone pretended to be babies to get out of having to work.  Except it backfires in that you will then be treated like a baby in everything else.  It’s an incredibly unhealthy mindset that is, frankly, holding these people back socially, emotionally, and psychologically.

Chapter 7: I like you as a good girl // Shawn Mendes

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Authors note: I’m so so so so sorry for the wait!!! I’ve been so busy with study that I didn’t have any time to write. But here’s chapter 7 and I’m so so so sorry if I sucks or if there’s any mistakes.

Recap: He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back. 

He pulled back an inch, meeting my dazed look. He bites his bottom lip softly and it draws my attention. I lean in to kiss him again but he lets go of me completely, stepping away. He shakes his head, inching further and further back.

It was like a cold bucket of water had been splashed over me. Realization an icy feeling. I let him leave, his retreating figure heading for the doors, slipping out as the bride and groom enters.

I feel eyes on me and I catch my mother’s gaze. I’m guessing she had seen most of what just happened. I sigh, taking my seat, avoiding the conversation Mum and I were sure to have.

Once again my soulmate had left me alone and confused. I wasn’t going to let him walk away again. No, I was going to prove to him that I could fit into his world just like he could fit into mine.

“Funny seeing you again.” Jeremy tells me yet there’s no trace of humor in his voice. I had made my way back to the South Side club. It was the only place I could think of to find the libertas members. Today seemed to be my lucky day.

Clad in the black hoodie with the white writing above his heart stood Jeremy. The one person who seemed to control Shawn’s actions. He was young, maybe in his late 20′s early 30′s. The dark glint he had in his eye however made him seem like he had seen more things then a 30 year old should have. 

“I want in.” I say breathlessly, my nerves shooting throughout my body. 

“What?” He looks genuinely surprised. Setting the glass of beer down he stands up to look at me. Still in the dress from the wedding, Jeremy scans my body, almost like he couldn’t believe what I was asking. I don’t blame him; I don’t either.

“Your next act of rebellion, I want to help.” We stare at each other, his black eyes meeting my softer gaze. 

Then he smiles. A cold, malicious smile. “We’re refurnishing the west hospital wing. Expect a visitor tomorrow morning, around 4 am.”  

“But that’s where all the babies are kept before they get their timer imprinted.” I feel regret flood through me.

“Exactly.” He laughs and the sound makes me shiver. “Welcome to the club Sunshine.” 

“You ever rode before?” The libertas member asks me. True to his word, Jeremy had sent someone to collect me exactly at 4 am the next morning. The knocking on my patio had almost lead me to believe it was Shawn. When I pulled back my curtains instead of seeing a mop of brown curly hair, dirty blonde hair and sharp blue eyes twinkled back at me.

Tommy was now leading me outside to the block behind my house where a motorbike was parked. 

“No and I didn’t intend to start.” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around my body. He had only giving me a few minutes to change out of my pajamas. The black leggings and grey sweatshirt did little to keep the cold out. 

“Look’s like you’re starting tonight.” He swings his leg over, sitting comfortably on the death machine. I hesitantly follow. “Oh, here by the way. Jeremy wanted you to have it.”

He passes me a black hoodie and I unfold it, the libertas catching the street light. He stares at me until I put it on. He revs the engine and I wrap my arms around his stomach, ignoring the guilt that was swarming me. Kicking the stand up he drives off into the night.

The wind whips though my hair and I tighten my hold, closing my eyes. I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Shawn. Where was he? Was he even going to be at the hospital tonight? What did Jeremy mean by refurnishing?

The engine cuts off and I look up at the massive glass building. The hospital. Tommy gets off, offering me a hand which I ignore, and leads me towards the building that looms above me. 

He walks around the back of the building, towards the ally and I notice a huddle of people hidden in the shadows. It seems like we’re last to arrive. I don’t say anything nor do I try and meet any of the curious gazes being shot at me. 

“Morning gang, Nice day to cause a little mayhem?” Jeremy’s voice cuts through the whispers and immediately he has everyone’s attention. 

“You all remember the rules. Break in, damage, get out before getting caught.” He scans the crowd of around 20 people. His gaze stops on me.

“We also have a new recruit, little miss sunshine in the middle there.” he grins and I feel my face flush in the dark. He doesn’t give the group a chance to talk, barking out orders and I’m shoved into a group of four, Tommy grabs my arm to pull me out of the way.  

My group starts towards the main entrance to the west wing. Unsure of what to do, I tail behind them. There’s a smash from around the corner and I gulp, my palms becoming sweaty. One of the taller males in my group smashes something through the glass doors in front of us, whatever object that was thrown through seemed to do the trick and the glass shatters. I let the others go first before I tred over the broken glass knowing that there was no coming back from what I’m about to do and what I’ve already done. 

Of course this would happen to me. Somehow I had become lost from my group. One minute I was right behind them and when I stopped to peer through one of the glass panels on a door I turned back to see they were gone. 

Now I silently crept through the deserted hospital, the patient ward located on the east side. Occasionally sounds of glass being smashed and things being toppled over traveled down the hallway but once I got to where I heard the sound, they had already moved on.

An open door catches my attention. Looking into the room, it seemed like a small office. There was a phone on the desk, slightly covered by paperwork that had been thrown around. There was no use in me staying at the west wing anymore, I could ring Steph and ask her to pick me up. I’d rather face my sister then my Mum’s fury.

A hand wraps around my wrist before I’m even inches within grabbing the phone. I’m shoved against the wall, my face squishing against the surface. 

“What are you doing?” A man asks and he tugs back my hood revealing my face. His grip immediately loosens. 

“Y/n?” Judging by the way my heart was doing 360′s in my chest my body knew who it was before I did. 

“That kind of hurt you know.” I drawl, twisting my neck to see him better.

“Sorry Princess, I thought you were going to rat.” Shawn keeps his hold on my wrist, the heat of his hands transferring to my skin.

“Why would I rat when I’m the one doing it?” I say under my breath. Shawn heard me.

“What do you mean ‘I’m the one doing it’.“ Shawn spits, his grip momentarily tightening. I turn so I’m facing him, the ache in my neck easing. 

“I asked to join.” Shawn’s eyes trail along my body, freezing on the symbol above my heart.

“What the fuck have you done?” He whispers, breaking away from me.

“I wanted to show you that I could fit in with your life.” I say, my anger lacing my words.

“Y/n you have no idea what you’ve just done.” Shawn has a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. It was almost like he was scared… scared for me.

“I know that I’ve finally done something that you like to do.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You can’t get out of this, dammit Y/n! You tag along once you tag along for life.” Shawn shouts, the fear and anger combining to create a lethal combination. 

“What do you mean?” I fall silent. 

“As soon as they see you’ve got no timer on you arm you’re as good as gone. They’ll hurt you to find your soulmate and once they find out it’s me we’re both gone.” Shawn ignores my question.

“I don’t understand.” My eyes are blurring and I can feel the fear stirring in my stomach.

“They’re the libertas Y/n! What did you expect them to do? Let you tag along just for fun? Once they find out the real reason you joined them- because you wanted to impress me or some shit like that they are not going to be impressed.” 

“I just wanted to be more like someone you wanted.” I whisper, my head hanging in shame, stray tears making their way down my cheeks.

“Stop it, damn freaking damn.” Shawn punches the wall beside me and I stifle a gasp. He pulls his hand back and a white powder covers his knuckles. I don’t look at the wall.

“I wanted to be enough for you, I thought that by rebelling with the libertas it would make you want me.” 

“I don’t want you to do things I have to do, I don’t want you to be stuck in this endless cycle of breaking into buildings to break a heap of shit and pray to God that you don’t get caught.”

“But they do it in hope of destroying the soulmate program, and that’s what you want?” I ask hesitantly, confused by Shawn’s random spouts of information.

“Open your eyes Y/n. They do it in hope of one day gaining enough power to overthrow the government. I want to get rid of the permanency of soulmates, we should be allowed to say no.”

“Why are you still with them?” Shawn rolls his eyes and I glare at him, having enough of his attitude. 

“Because you can’t get out. You go once, you go for life.” We don’t say anything, the sound of sirens cut off all our conversation. “We have to get out of here.”

Shawn drags me out the hallway, never letting go of my hand as we run through the building, down the staircase and out the side entrance where his car was parked.

“Stop shoving me.” I hiss at him as he presses me to get inside the car.

“Then hurry up, unless you want a criminal record of course. Take the jacket off as well, I never want to see you in that again.” He slams the door and I take the hoodie off, my heart hammering in my chest.

Shawn quickly shoves the key into the ignition and drives out onto the main road. I hold my breath, waiting for the sirens and flashing lights. Nothing. We were safe.

“Do they know where you live?” Shawn asks me, I stare at his hands that were placed on the steering wheel, the skin a pale yellow in the morning sun.

“Yes.” I say softly. He swears colorfully.

“You’re not going home for the next couple days. Not until this rebellion dies down. Knowing the libertas as well as I do they probably think you sent for the cops since you didn’t keep with the group.”

I nod, rubbing my hands together to get some warmth. Shawn notices and flicks on the heater.

“I want you to know…” Shawn says, clearing his throat and he looks at me, his eyes a warm caramel in the gold light. 

“Yeah?” I prod, feeling my nerves spike.

“I don’t like the bad ass version of you.” He cracks a smile and I fight the grin forming on my face.

“I don’t think I pulled it off very well.”

“You’re much more suited to being a goody-two-shoes.” Shawn teases and I glance at him from under my lashes.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I like you as a good girl.”

I think my heart stopped beating.

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brotp kidge headcanons

In these trying times, I think we could all use some quality Team Forestfire headcanons, so hi I am here to share my terrible ideas. 

  • Pidge and Keith have their own seriously complicated handshake that the rest of the team can’t figure out. They’ll take like a good 10 seconds to do it, usually after one of them makes a snide remark that earns the respect of the other, or after they win a battle.
  • They’re both sleep-deprived teenagers that never sleep when they should, so they start to seek out the other’s company when they’re having trouble tying to sleep. They’ll stay up together talking until one of them crashes out.
    • Some mornings, the rest of the team will find them both asleep, leaning against each other with Pidge curled into his side.
  • Overtime, Earth-related conspiracy theories start to get repetitive, so Keith and Pidge start to make up their own. Whenever they run into bad aliens that aren’t galra, their favorite thing to do is to make up theories behind why said alien is evil in the first place.
    • They had this one mission to a certain planet in particular that was a really creepy mix of everything halloween related in a run down carnival. The team all got captured and nearly killed by this crazy clown alien dude. Everyone else would like to forget that the entire ordeal ever even happened but Pidge and Keith won’t let it rest.
      • Pidge: “I’m telling you, that clown guy? He was salty because space ikea messed up his order.”
        Keith: “I’d be evil, too, if my dining room table set was missing a leg.”
        Pidge: “It keeps him going everyday.”
  • After rough battles, they bandage each other up. It becomes a routine for the two of them.
  • Pidge is the only person Keith confides in. He’ll complain or vent to her instead of keeping his anger pent up, and she’ll either give him advice or comfort. The team starts to notice his temper improving slightly, since he isn’t keeping it inside anymore.
    • Pidge knows how much the private vent sessions mean to him, so she never has any blackmail material against him. She’ll protect his secrets with her life.
  • Sometimes, they’ll sing the entire team rocket theme song, except add in their own names.
    • *literally walking into a galra base* Pidge: “Here comes trouble…”
      Keith: “—and make it double.”
      Lance: “Please not this again—”
    • Occasionally, they’ll just chant “SHORT STACK GUNSHOW!“ repeatedly, while they’re casually slashing sentries in half.
  • “Oh yeah! That’s what you get for messing with the arms of voltron!!” 
  • Sometimes, Pidge will just randomly wander around the castle wearing Keith’s jacket and nobody questions it. (All the other paladins have cool jackets she deserves one too.)
    • Since 99% of the time Keith’s in the training room and he just tosses it aside, Pidge will walk in and take it.
  • Literally running from a group of bloodthirsty bandits:
      Keith, running alonside her: “Mothman, sweetie, I’m so sorry that you’re being compared like this—”
  • Sometimes, they’ll reminisce what they miss about Earth, and Keith will open up and tell her about the foster homes and places he’s stayed at, and the stuff he’s experienced as an orphan.
    • Pidge: “Hey Keith, if we get back to Earth, you can stay with my family if you’d like. They wouldn’t mind, they’d love you.“
      Keith, smiling: “I’d like that.”

anonymous asked:

I just had this amazing idea of Betty wearing Jugheads beanie, maybe at school or something, and them walking together while people are just like "what" because no one is allowed to touch his beanie. I don't know if this made sense, I just imagined it and you're really good at writing so I thought i'd throw this your way

Thankyou I’ll give it a go.

It was the apocalypse, the world was ending, she had stepped into the twilight zone, this was an alternate universe. Veronica Lodge stared blatantly at her beautiful best friend as the blonde cheerleader dug through her locker, tiny blue and white skirt sticking out from the metal. She looked amazing in her uniform, Betty looked amazing in anything but that was not the point, the current reason for Veronica’s utter and absolute confusion was the very familiar grey knitted beanie placed crookedly over Betty’s loose blonde waves.

“So yeah, I pretty much told Polly that we are not naming the babies super and duper, she’s really into finding names that rhyme with Cooper for some reason, I think it’s the hormones. I mean..” Betty cut herself off of abruptly when she spotted Veronica’s dropped jaw and wide eyes “what’s the matter?!” She questioned, whipping Around to see what Veronica was staring at.

The raven haired beauty threw her arms in the air dramatically
“What’s the matter?! B! You’re wearing Jugheads beanie?! How did you even get that, oh my god he’s going to kill you. Is this a prank, how come I wasn’t included.. were you included?!” Suddenly Veronica’s anger and shock was on another person entirely. Archie Andrews came strolling up to the two girls, his hands raised in surrender

“It wasn’t me. Whatever it was, it wasn’t me.” He spoke quickly, his arm draping over his girlfriend. “So what was it that I didn’t do?” He asked playfully, dropping a kiss to Veronica’s head.

Veronica elbowed Archie and pointed to The crown beanie on Betty’s head, Archie gasped his hands reaching out to grab the hat off of her head.

“Oh shit Betty, you must have just put it on by accident. Here let me take it, he’s gonna lose his shit when he realizes it’s missing. I’ll take the fall.. I’ll just say I found it or that he left it.”

Betty stepped away from Archie’s grabby hands
“No! Listen it’s not..”

“Well what do we have here? Are they manufacturing those ridiculous hats now? Oh god this better not become some new loser fashion trend, homeless chic?” Cheryl blossom bit out from behind Betty causing the irritated blonde to nearly jump out of her skin

“Cheryl! No I was…”

Reggie came to stand beside Cheryl

“What is this? Did the loser move? Is he Giving away his things? I call those sick headphones!”

“Oh for petes sake! This is just…”

“What’s going on here?”

Betty instantly relaxed at the familiar sound of the owner of the hat in question. No one knew it but Betty and Jughead had been seeing each other for over two months, they kept their relationship incredibly private and it had been working fairly well, well except for right now.

“Hey, there it is. My hat. You fixed it.” Jughead gently tipped Betty’s chin, moving it back and forth so he could get a look at his newly knit hat. “Thanks babe.” He dropped a kiss to Betty’s lips, mischief shining in his eyes.

Jughead gripped Betty’s hand, fingers lacing with hers, they both turned to the shocked faces of their friends ( minus Cheryl and Reggie)

“Did I miss the party?” Jughead joked.

Instantly a thousand questions were being hurled at the pair, Jughead rolled his eyes and tugged Betty away from the group.

“Too many questions” he mumbled as they made their way to first period.

Betty giggled, reaching for the hat on her head to give back to her boyfriend.

They dark haired boy placed his hands over hers on her head.

“Keep it for today, looks better on you than it does on me.” His pupils were dilated and his eyes scanned over her body.

Yeah Jughead definitely had an attachment to his.. hat.

tenaciouslytrans  asked:

I always try to have a diverse cast of characters in anything I write, regardless of the genre. But I've received feedback from some people that my mixed-race characters aren't "realistic." One example of this is a character I have; he's Indian and Argentinian. I have a decent story for now his parents met and everything. Is having characters like this unrealistic or like I'm forcing diversity? What's a good way to go about this? Thank you!! And sorry if my words are all scrambled.

“Unrealistic” Racial Mixes? Indian and Argentinian

I’ve met people who are Iranian and Latino, Italian and Indian, and (white) German and Chinese. My Japanese friend and colleague was born in Venezuela. I used to do business with a woman who called herself “Jewban” (yes, she was from South Florida.) 

Is the person who told you that white? Because I almost wonder if part of the “forced diversity, unrealistic” kneejerk reaction is white people forgetting that interracial couples don’t have to contain a white person.

That’s not to say that certain groups wouldn’t raise an eyebrow–but for that to happen, they’d have to be highly geographically localized, and you could probably still make that work if you set it up realistically.


Define “unrealistic.”

I typed in “Indian Argentinian” and immediately got a Wiki article on an Indian community in Argentina. so, y'know, far from unrealistic.

FWIW: there’s Puppity, a comic going around about being multiracial by Kiana Khansmith, a Jamaican-Japanese woman. Also, the last two Miss Japans were Black and Japanese (Ariana Miyamoto), and Indian and Japanese (Priyanka Yoshikawa). My mentor in law school was also Black and Japanese, too, and one of the deans was Black and Korean. A blogger I follow is Japanese-Vietnamese, even, I had a classmate in school who was Chinese and raised in Peru, and also taught a student who was Japanese and raised in Mexico. 

tl;dr: agree heartily with Shira.

EDIT: corrected Priyanka’s surname to Yoshikawa and Eliana to Ariana. Thanks so much, helpful followers! 

~Mod Jess

LOL remember dog mom well i finally found screenshots with her url visible where she talks about wanting to fuck dogs so i can finally talk about her by name because i’m bored and like ostracising people for being weird

so miss emberlain aka caelean now gryphonkin dot tumblr whomst my friend group christened “dog mom” because she was so disgusting and visceral in the fact she literally wants to fuck dogs to the point where it became laughably pathetic thine sins hath been laid bare

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How did I not see this for so long??

This was for my birthday MONTHS ago— MIZAR!!! Ô;▵;Ô I just found this by accident… I feel horrible!
Did you try sending this to me? Did it drown in my messages?? Where have you been with this this whole time??? This is amazing, I can’t put into words how surprised I am! YOU ARE SO, SO TALENTED!!! THIS IS SO PRO!!!

What on Earth happened though!? How have I not seen this sooner?!

I’m still so in awe. I can’t begin to explain how dumbfounded I am by the sheer explosive presentation you so skillfully strewn together– I’m, inspired! AMAZED! I’M MOTIVATED!! I’m– sitting in a public space with wide eyes, gasping like a fish outta water and puzzling a group of ladies across from me.

woah, I wanna hug you so badly. I’m horrifyingly happy but so, so disappointed I didn’t see this the SECOND it was uploaded! I’m DEEPLY. DEEPLY remorseful I didn’t see this on time! Mizarrrr… if you’re reading this, I hope, I HOPE you’ll forgive my horrid qwerk of not going through my inbox to its entirety. Because of that, I missed this beautiful piece of art that’s clearly had so much passion and time spent on.

I love it. I love this with every fiber in my heart.


Shortlane Scavenger 9mm Luger 12 Gauge Shotgun Adapter Review,

Now that I have a 12 gauge break action double barrel shotgun, one thing I’ve always wanted to try are those bizarre chamber adapters. Ever wonder if there was a way to fire 9mm out of a 12 gauge shotgun? Well thanks to Shortlane there is. Chamber adapters are fairly simple tools, basically a metal cylinder with a hole bored in the center to accommodate the cartridge. The adapter is inserted into the chamber of the shotgun, and the cartridge inserted into the adapter. Note that they cannot be used in pump or semi auto shotguns, only break actions.

They type I am firing is the Shortlane Scavenger series in 9mm Luger. It’s the simplest model which is smoothbore and 3 inches long. They also make the “Bug Out” series which is rifled and 3 inches long, the “Zombie Series” which is rifled and 5 inches long, and finally the “Pathfinder” series which is rifled and 8 inches long. They come in common pistol calibers such as .22 long rifle, 9mm luger, .380 ACP, .40 SW,.45 ACP, .45 Long Colt,.357 magnum, and .38 special. Rifled models also feature rubber O rings to make the inserts fit more snugly in the chamber. Another company called MCA sports makes rifled inserts that are 10 inches and 18 inches long, with more exotic pistol calibers, and three rifle calibers; .30-40 krag, .30-30, and 7.62x39.

Now I’m under no delusion that I’m going to get great performance out of these. Basically using these chamber inserts is like firing a smoothbore snubby revolver with a loose barrel. The bullet will not spin, definitely something that will ruin accuracy. It’s fired from only a 3 inch barrel which will decrease velocity greatly, and the insert probably vibrates with each shot. Also, my shotgun is meant for wingshooting, meaning the front sight (bead) is made for aerial targets, and thus shoots high when firing at ground targets. 

So is the Shortland adapter in 9mm as crappy as I thought it would be? Well, I’m proud to say that I can easily achieve MOA accuracy, if MOA was measured at five feet. Yeah, these things suck. I was firing American Eagle brand 9mm Luger FMJ with 115 grain bullets. Note that these inserts are not made to safely fire +P ammunition.  After doing some “sighting in” I determined that I needed to hold low, right at the bottom the target, and to the right, down at the right had corner. I first shot open handed at 25 yards, firing 12 rounds. The instruction manual says to expect practical accuracy at 10 yards, but I decided to push it a bit. 

At this range where the bullet will hit is near unpredictable.   I can hold in the same place, but sometimes it will fly high, fly low, and when it does hit the target it’s not anywhere near the bullseye. After firing at 25 yards, I moved up half distance to around 12 yards. At 12 yards I got much better results without missing the target and getting something close to a predictable group. Notice how the bullet holes look mangled rather than being clean round bullet holes. That’s because without rifling the bullet isn’t spinning, and it quickly loses flight stability and begins tumbling.

Here are my results, the left target at 25 yards and right at 10 yards.

So yeah, these things really aren’t good for much of anything. If you have a 12 gauge shotgun, and some assorted ammo you want to make go bang, these inserts will do.  I guess if you only had a shotgun and only a box of 9mm, you could use it for hunting if you were starving and desperate. I wouldn’t hunt with it under normal circumstances, but if I was starving and had no other options, it would be a practical tool, though far from ideal. One advantage is that it does add more versatility to a shotgun. I could see people in the Great Depression appreciating these inserts, despite their limitations. Back in the days of my Great Grandfather, all the family could afford was a 12 gauge double barrel, which was used not only to feed the family with small game and birds, but also large game when loaded with slugs, and pressed into service scaring away Ku Klux Klan thugs whenever they decided it was “harass Italian Catholic Immigrant” day.

Finally I must state that the Scavenger series I used is the simplest and crudest model offered. They retail for $24.99 a piece. The longer rifled models are  more expensive but probably much more effective.  I’m going to purchase the 5 inch rifled model and test it to see how much better they perform. If I find they are practical I might get other calibers, and perhaps one of the 8 inch rifled models. While the scavenger might suck, I’ve seen youtube videos were shooters have gotten some pretty impressive accuracy out of the 5 and 8 inch rifled models. If they are practical, I might also considering getting 10 inch inserts from MCA sports in a rifle caliber cartridge, either .30-30 or 7.62x39 (which actually have similar ballistics).  We shall see.

A goodbye letter to my friends and followers.

Dear Everyone,

I am sad to say that I am resigning from the blog FatedFujoshis. As of today, the blog will no longer do scanlations and will be under new management. They will continue to pursue blcd videos since the girls want to continue/finish their projects. As for me, I am withdrawing from anything that has to do with the blog, meaning scans, videos, and overseeing the blog in action! I wanted to say a few thank you’s before I leave for good.

@sentimientoyaoi (Nikah), thank you for all your help. I don’t think we could have been able to put out great work like Katsura Komachi scans or others if it weren’t for them. They also introduced me to many players in the scanlation business, which open many doors for many things blog-related or friendship/contact wise. Yoru, I will miss your colored pages you did for us, you have amazing talent, always keep it up. (Nikah we’ll keep in touch :P)

@nijiniji-nikubou-scans, lol Nina, you are my lifesaver on so many levels lol. I think she oversaw all our projects, even including some blcd videos recently. Anytime I would hit rock bottom, you were there to help me getting the process done the way I wanted it. And thank you for letting me borrow your staff… I don’t think I abused you too much, Ash ;) ( But I won’t say goodbye to you guys, because we will remain friends on Facebook :P)

To @crappy-bl-scanlations Nagareboshi, my moon lighter translator, who will keep on helping my girls, I think I annoyed you soooo many times with Japanese proofing everything so we could put our best work forward. Thank you so much for putting up with my annoying million texts a day. Even though you made me redo a video 5 times and get mad, I knew it was for the best for the blog even if I was being snarky from being so analllll lol

To all the others, like @justpeachyicedtea The Anon, @fluffwords, @lustfulcat cat, Dhyzre, Fantaisy, (if I missed anyone else please don’t hate me ;P )  thank you for involving yourself with our group when we needed help on missing staff positions. I am overwhelmed with how everyone was ready to be hands on and help out with projects. Truly the yaoi community is very generous. So please don’t be hasty/nasty when projects are slow. All these groups take great pride in releasing awesome projects.

To my staff, thank you for helping grow the blog’s content, if it wasn’t for you guys, I don’t think we would’ve had so much content to share. Starting this blog with you guys was a lot of fun, I won’t miss the mentoring at lolol. Keep helping each other and keep going, the Yaoi community needs to hear more perverted moans lol! It was a pleasure to work with you all.

And as for the followers to, don’t be sad, more videos will be on there way, just without my editing! Love you all thank you for following me and the blog, it was a fun ride. -Katsumi xox

concept: series ends with wedding. after kiss some b-rated disney villain wreaks havoc upon the town. MAJOR eyerolls n shrugs from everyone then emma pulls a sword out from under her dress (magic?) and charges into battle. tired pirate boy just wants to enjoy some cake. camera pans overhead out to the entire group of friends and family watching/cheering/screaming as emma is still charging forward. cut to black. end.

Protective (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: jughead x reader where the reader gets overprotective over Jughead when Archie tells the group that his dad is a serpent(the reader is jughead’s best friend and she knows) and intends up with an argument with Archie and a fluffy ending with Jughead confessing his feelings for her.

A/N: Back from the Beach! God I miss it already. This probably isn’t what you expected but this is what came to my mind. Anyways, I’ll be posting fics more regularly now that I’m back so feel free to send in some requests.(Also I’m about 100 away from 4k? That’s insane?) xxx


Protective (Jughead x Reader)

Being best friends with Jughead Jones, you knew more about the boy than the rest of your friends. Even Archie.

There were some secrets that Jug was just too ashamed to discuss with anyone but he also needed someone to lean on. And You happened to live down the road from him.

You saw everything when Mrs. Jones and Jellybean walked out that door. You were the one who held Jughead as he cried over his father’s mistakes.

When Jug found out about his father being in the serpents, you had been right there.

Through everything, you were right next to him. Every secret about each other was known by the other. All except one.

You loved him. More than anything else.

But you weren’t sure he loved you the same way.

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i’ll miss you, kitten. | m

→ Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 3k+
Summary: You and Jungkook were up for some fun since he and there’s snuck out to see your group but, being interrupted multiple times isn’t fun and when their manager figures out that they’re gone- it puts a damper on your time together.

Sitting on my king size bed with my favorite skull candy headphones on, I wanted to block the outside world from reaching my ears. Laptop open and a blank document accessible to where I was writing lyrics but nothing was coming to mind. Little to no words were floating along the document and I was at my wit’s end with it. I wanted nothing more than to finish up the lyrics to our group’s new song but, of course, that was proving to be more difficult than what it needed to be. My mind wandered a bit, settling on a mental picture of my goofy boyfriend and I wanted nothing more than to see him tonight but, I knew with the upcoming show on their end- it was impossible especially since their manager ran them on a tight schedule.

Deep sighing, I try to get back to figuring out the words for this next verse, I didn’t realize that he was texting me- my ringtone turned off so it wouldn’t disrupt the music.

10:05pm [Kookiee]: Baby, did you still want me to come over?
10:09pm [Kookiee]: Babe?
10:15pm [Kookiee]: You’re gonna get it for ignoring me kitten.
10:25pm [Kookiee]: I’m coming up, make sure your balcony door is open baby.

With a burst of inspiration, the words started to hit me as I started writing them down and with my back facing my balcony door- I hadn’t realized that Jungkook was behind me and waiting for me to greet him. I felt something like the wind blow against my neck but, I didn’t think anything of it until I leaned back into his chest by accident.

“Shit! You can’t scare me like that…” I turn to see none other than Jungkook smiling at me as I held my hand over my heart. I tried to slow my beating heart but, it took it’s slow time to do so. He knew I hated when he scared me- it annoyed me more than anything.

“Took you long enough to realize I was here,” He grins, pulling me into a tight embrace. “What’re you working on?”

“Just this song, but I’m so over it right now.”

“Good,” His smile turns into a smirk as he leans over to push my laptop closed and tossed my phone to the side. I open my mouth to protest but, his warm lips press against them before I could have a say. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip and I part my lips for him- his tongue pushing its way in, his lips dominated me as if he were savoring the taste.

He gently pulls away- tugging my lip between his teeth as he looks down and lets go- earning a satisfying groan from me. I finally catch my breath as his smirk widens.

“I thought you were going to stay in tonight?” I questioned, patting my bed next to me as he climbs on top and lays next to me, resting his head on his hand.

“I had planned on it but, Namjoon wanted to see Milana so, we were all dragged along with him.”

He chuckles as if remembering something that happened earlier and I felt his gaze on me when he takes me by surprise, pushing me down on my back and placing sloppy kisses all down my neck. I felt how desperate he was to have me- seeing as we won’t be able to see each other for a couple of months.

I place my hand on his chest though, pushing him away as he looks at me with confusion laced within his features. I tried not to laugh at him but, he was so cute- seeing the desperation and desire in his eyes.

“We shouldn’t, at least not yet…” I tried to move to get off the bed but, I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his lap. He pulled my tank top strap down as he nipped at my skin causing a tiny moan to escape my lips and his hand slipping into my shorts and running his finger along my slit.

“Seems like you want it more than you’re letting on kitten~” He whispers in my ear as I felt his breath on me. God, I wanted him more than anything right now but with my bandmates being so close by, I didn’t want to risk it. Unfortunately, I was a mild screamer but some nights it would be so bad that I’d have to keep my hand covering my mouth or he’d have to so we wouldn’t get caught. He’s able to read me like a book as if he knew what I was thinking.

“Don’t worry- All your bandmates are occupied and your manager is knocked out at the moment.”

Confused, I fix my mouth to ask how he knew that but, he beat me to the answer.

“Well, I had Jimin check on your manager before we came in. Yoongi and Namjoon are downstairs with Rose and Milana. Jimin’s in Ashlee’s room. So, we’re good.” I feel his fingers run against my jawline as he leans in to kiss it- his smile making me melt even more.

“Now, all that’s left is you. You just have to be quiet now.” He tells me, kissing his way down as his hands moved to yank my tank top down. He stops for a second to gaze at me, my skin turning a pinkish hue as the embarrassment started to set in.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” He mumbles, his lust filled eyes taking me in as he lowers himself again and his lips kissing on and around my right nipple. He moves his other hand to get a grip on my left breast, gently playing with my nipple as he rolled it in between his fingers. My moans filled my room and a tiny gasp escaped my lips as I looked down at him with anticipation. He moved to kiss down my stomach, my heart pounding wildly against my chest as he reached my pajama shorts- rolling his tongue along the waistband and my skin. He knew the perfect way to tease me and he used that trick every single time we made love.

To be honest, I never get tired of it.

My lips felt swollen from all the heavy kissing as my bottom lip starts to seep through my teeth- watching as he tugged on my shorts and pulled them off. I lifted my bottom up so he could pull them off easily and waited as he tossed them aside. He kneeled in front of me, placing both of my legs on either side of his shoulder as pushes against my chest for me to lay back. I happily oblige while he nipped at my inner thigh, switching from left to right before running his tongue up to my womanhood. My heart rate quickened, feeling him plant kisses all around before leaning back and taking in the sight of me. I whimper at the loss of his body heat but, he runs his tongue along my slit again and I shudder at the feel.

“Stop toying with me~” I moan as he pulls my lips apart, flicking and sucking on and around my clit area. His tongue ran deep into me as he moves in and out of me. I lace my fingers through his hair and grabbing ahold of it as a deep groan leaves his plump lips- the sound turning me on way more than it should. I didn’t want to admit but, the fear of being caught turned me on more and I knew that if any of my bandmates or our manager saw us- we’d be in so much trouble.

“Shit Kookie!~” Our eyes meet for a split second as he smirks, sucking against my lower lips causing me to moan louder as he made loud smacking noise before letting go and rolling his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Stay quiet baby… I wouldn’t want everyone to hear that pretty little voice of yours,” He winks as he lowers himself back down and pressing his tongue back into me. He gets a tighter grip on my waist and my hips start to move on their own- my body aching for my release.

“Shit… R-Right There!” My breath hitches more than once as his tongue continued to swirl and turn against me. He brought his fingers up to play with my clit with a string of gasps and moans leaving me. Leaning on my elbows, he looks me in my eyes and I could still see the desire within them. “I’m so close Kookieee~” I tell him as my hands get a tight grip on my bed sheets and in his hair- my back arching slightly off the bed. My legs slightly tightening around his head as my orgasm continued to build within me.

“Cum for me kitten~” He mumbles against me as he continued giving me pleasure, my body doing exactly as he tells it to do. I always love when he calls me by cute pet names, it only fueled my desire for him. Something about the way he calls me ‘kitten’- it’s such a turn on.

I catch my breath as I slowly come down from my high and he moves to climb on top of me, leaning down to kiss me as I could taste a hint of strawberries and myself on his lips. The kiss was urgent and I moved to wrap my arms around his neck as he beams down at me.

“You’re being such a good girl tonight,” He tells me, awarding me with neck kisses as he nipped at me. “You’re such a t-” but, before he could finish his sentence, we hear a knock at my door. Usually, I’d pretend I was asleep and continue to play around with him but the knock sounded like it was important.

“(Y/n) May I come in?” I hear my manager call out to me- immediately shook as I push him off the bed.

“Yeah! Give me a minute.”

I turn toward him as he looks up at me from the ground- confused. “Go hide!” I loudly whisper to him, watching as he moves behind the door of my balcony and I reach to grab my shorts- pulling the covers over me, “Come in.”

I hear a click, watching my manager walk in with nothing but, a silk gown on. I tilt my head to the side with confusion as she walks over to me with her phone in hand.

“What’s going on?” I ask as she calmly shakes her head, staring me down.

“Apparently the boys aren’t in their dorms. I honestly, don’t know why they would be here but, it doesn’t hurt to check.”

I simply nod and watch as she checks every hiding space known to man in my room.

“I’ve been writing unnie. No one has been in here but me… Though I can text Jungkook and see if he knows anything… If you want me to.”

She nods at the simple suggestion as she lets out a cool sigh.

“I’ll go check the rest of the house, let me know if you hear anything,” She tells me, standing in the middle of the room as if she was searching for something. I pick up my phone from my bed and I see that he’s texted me twice as I unlocked my phone to look.

11:35pm [Kookiee]: Nice Lie~ You might even get a reward.
11:35pm [Kookiee]: Hopefully she goes away because I’m far from being done with you

Biting my lip, I think of all the endless possibilities as I texted him back.

11:36pm [You]: I’m waiting 😉

I hadn’t noticed that she left my room already but, I run over to the door to lock it before going back to my bed. He stalks back in from my balcony and climbs back on top of me- kissing me but before we could go any further Jungkook’s phone begins to ring and I get disappointed, yet again. His smile turns into a scowl but, he shrugs- pulling out his phone to answer.

“Yeah…” He pierces his perfect lips together and I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see him squirm. I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and walked over to stand in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. There were a few passing seconds before he answered whoever was on the phone.

“Well… What happened?” He asks as I yank him closer to me by his belt, unbuckling it and letting them pool down to his ankles- freeing his erection. Smirking up at him, I slowly inch him into my mouth- slowly deep throating him as I hear him try to stifle a groan on agony. He moves his hand up to the top of my head, feeling him play in my hair as I flinch slightly- the feeling turning me on. His head falls back as I slowly inch him out of my mouth before kissing the tip and swirling my tongue around it.

“Y-Yeah, Shit… She came in (Y/n)’s room a couple minutes-” He could barely finish his sentence as I lift his cock up and began playing with his balls before sucking them into my mouth and letting them go with a pop. He leans up to run the back of his hand against the side of my face and our eyes meet once again, watching as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth. I ran my tongue from the tip to the base and back and his grip tightens in my hair once more. He always loved when I watched his every move.

“Y-Yeah fine- Okay, I’ll be out in a second…” He groans as he hung up- his eyes blackened as they met mine again and he pushes my head down on him. I took him in deeper than usual as the tears pricked at my eyes.

“Shit! Right there baby~” He cooed as he held my face still so he could fuck my mouth. I snake my hand around his thighs as I got a tighter grip, pulling away and looking on as his cock glistened with pre-cum and my saliva. I gasp for a little air as he pulled my head back by my hair, kissing me deeper than before. His tongue battled mine for dominance, though we already knew he was going to win the war. He was close and I knew he wanted to at least get off before he left, even if we weren’t able to have sex.

He let’s go of my hair as I started pumping him faster, hearing his breathing becoming ragged. My lips grazed the tip of him and I wrapped my mouth around him as my other hand began to play with his balls again.

“Shit Kitten~” He smiles down at me as I get a grip on his thighs again, bobbing my head up and down on him. “You really want me to cum don’t you?”

A simple nod tells him, his answer as I continued- his body beginning to shudder as he moves his hips- feeling his cock twitch in my mouth. With a sudden jolt of his hips and a loud curse escaping him- he cums in my mouth as he pulls my head back again, holding my mouth down with his thumb.

“Swallow~” He demands and I happily do it as I rolled my tongue over my top lip. “Fuck baby… That was sexy as hell,” He smirks, leaning down to kiss me again until his phone begins to ring, yet again. He starts to fix himself as he tosses me his phone and motions for me to answer it for him.


There was a small pause before Yoongi speaks on the other end of the line.

“(Y/n)? Where’s Jungkook?” He asks as I look over to see a completely disheveled Kookie fixing his hair in my mirror.

“Ummm, he’s coming down from a little something but, he said he’ll be down in a sec~” And with that, I hang up the phone.

“I wish I had way more time kitten but, I have to go,” Jungkook says as I started to pout.

“Oh, don’t pout baby. I’ll be back.”

I give him a peck on the cheek before kissing him passionately on the lips and slipping a little present into his pocket with him being completely oblivious to it.

“I’ll miss you~” I smiled as I saw him climb down from my balcony and running over to meet with the guys that were waiting out front- smirking to myself at how cute he was when another knock was heard from my door.

“(Y/n)!” I heard Rose voice first as I walked over to re-open my door.

“Uh, Hey what’s up?”

Rose and Milana bombard their way into my room and I couldn’t help but, sigh.

“It smells like sex in here,” Rose says as she grins- the look on her face being a mischevious one and I didn’t like it. “I mean, we did hear both of you downstairs. I can’t believe our manager didn’t though.”

My face turns bright pink and I hid my face in my hands as both of them laugh at me. I deep sigh and shooed them away so I could grab my laptop and show them what I had been working on before Jungkook stopped me. Of course, before I could- my phone lights up with a snap. I tapped the snapchat icon and pressed on Kookie’s name.

Milana and Rose peek over my shoulder as the video proceeds to play and his sweet velvety voice sweeping the room.

The first snap was of him simply singing to me- a song he’d written for me but, the second…

Was when he discovered the panties I left in his pocket as he’s playing around with it. I hurried up and closed the snap before nosey one and two could see but, I was too late.

“Y’all some freaks…” Milana tells me and I just smirk.

“Yes, we are,” I say proudly as my eyes shift and I bit my lip.

Author Note: So this is my first time writing for any of the BTS boys so don’t be too hard on me but, I hope y’all enjoy this! If you want more then just let me know!

fortune’s fool: peter parker I

peter parker x reader

A/N: multi-part fic based off of a twitter post which I won’t link until the end so as not to spoil anything :-) 

requested: nope

Words: 2200+

Warnings: none

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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1. Meet

20 year old Peter, 18 year old reader

The mountain of boxes did not move no matter how hard she glared at it. It stood looming over her stationary. Inert. Stagnant, she thought. 

She kicked the pile. It didn’t budge. It seemed to mock her with its gargantuan size that dwarfed her small figure. She crossed her arms and huffed, tapping a foot as she tried to come up with a plan of attack.

She glanced up at the monstrous pile again. Yup. Still there. She groaned, burying her face in her hands as she silently cursed herself for sending her parents home, dismissing their offers to help her unpack. Stupid, she thought.

She’d been in her (very own!!) dorm room for only an hour before she’d said goodbye to her mom and dad, assuring them that she wouldn’t need any help setting up. Why did she say that? To prove to them that she was independent now? That she was an adult that didn’t need any parental guidance anymore? Screw that, the little voice in the back of her mind spoke bitterly. She had no idea how she was going to approach the insurmountable task on her own.

No matter how elated she had been to have scored a single room- no roommate to keep her up all night sounded like a no-brainer to her!- she was starting to rethink her decision. Why did she not realize just how alone she’d be three hours away from home with no family and no friends?

Students bustled past her open door bearing boxes and suitcases just like hers, yelling and laughing, completely oblivious to the panicky turmoil occurring within her small room.

She heaved a big sigh and dropped her tense shoulders, resigning herself to the fact that if she didn’t start now, she never would. She once again approached the cluster of brown cardboard, each box labelled carefully in black sharpie.

Standing on her toes, she reached to grab the box at the very top, stumbling slightly once she had it in her arms. Jesus, why did she pack so much? Surely she wouldn’t even use half of the things she brought. She exhaled deeply, setting the box on the ground so she could slice the tape open with her keys.

The box contained her bedding and she sighed in relief, glad her parents didn’t leave before her dad could help her set up her bed. She pulled the sheets out one by one and started to make her bed. A loud burst of laughter outside her door distracted her for a second, forcing her to turn and search for the source of the noise.

Two boys and a girl stood laughing in the room across hers, the door thrown wide open. One of the boys was doubled over and shaking as the others continued to giggle at his collapsed state. She found herself smiling wistfully, suddenly missing her best friend in Long Island.

One of the boys, the one standing, looked up and caught her eye from across the hallway. He raised his hand in a small wave, smiling brightly. She grinned in return then turned back to the matter at hand. After finishing with her bed, she started on another box, this one holding the contents of her desk.

She set the box on her rolling desk chair, unpacking its contents one by one as she slowly but surely found places for everything on her desk. A knock on the doorframe startled her from her deep concentration. She turned to find the boy from across the hall standing in the doorway, the same bright smile on his face.

“Hey there, neighbor,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “I’m Peter. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Y/N,” she responded with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stopped removing her school supplies from the box and wiped her hands on the fabric of her jeans, crossing the room to shake his hand.

“Sorry for the mess. I’m trying to get my room organized on my own and it’s going very slowly, as you can see,” she chuckled nervously.

“You’re unpacking everything by yourself?” he asked, a confused and slightly concerned look on his face.

“Uh, yeah? I kind of… sent my parents home because I thought I could do it alone? Turns out I really overestimated myself because now I’m stuck unloading all of these boxes by myself, and I have no idea how I’m ever gonna finish,” she explained, a deep red flush climbing up her neck in embarrassment.

“Oh, well that just won’t do, will it? Here, I’ve got my friends waiting back in my room, but I’m gonna go grab them so we can give you a hand,” Peter announced.

“Oh, I wasn’t complaining or anything! I don’t want you to think that you have to help me just because I was stupid enough to take on this task on my own. It’s my own fault anyway-”

“Hey, don’t even worry about it, Y/N! We’d be happy to help.” He smiles that same bright smile and turns to shout through the open doorway. “Ned! MJ! Get over here!”

The sound of his door flinging open punctuates his sentence. The two other people she’d seen earlier appeared in the doorway, traces of smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up, Peter?” the guy, Ned, you guessed, asked, wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder.

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ned and that grumpy mug over there is Michelle. We’re all juniors here,” Peter introduced his friends, chest inflating with pride.

“Call me MJ,” Michelle said, holding a hand out for her to shake. She took it with a smile, then shook Ned’s for good measure.

“Nice to meet all of you. I’m a freshman and, as you can probably tell by the state of my room, things are not going well for me so far,” she joked, motioning towards the still stationary mound of boxes.

“Y/N here needs some help unpacking. Luckily, I let her know that I had two very willing best friends across the hall that could help her out,” Peter smiled wryly, eyes silently begging his friends to agree.

“Riiiight… Sure thing, Y/N! Just tell us what to do and we’re on it!” Ned exclaimed.

“Oh! Uh… thanks, you guys. Seriously, you have no idea how much this means to me. Um, I guess just grab a box and I’ll let you know where everything goes?” she asked, gauging their reactions. She let out an inaudible sigh of relief when everybody nodded in agreement, moving to grab a box each.

With the help of three extra pairs of hands, she had everything unpacked and set up within the hour, stopping only to order some pizza for later.

It was six o’clock and they were all scattered around her room, Y/N on the bed, MJ on the slightly-deflated purple bean bag, and Ned and Peter sharing the small sofa as they finished up the last box of pizza.

“You guys are so nice. Thank you so much for helping me out,” she smiled, licking tomato sauce off of her thumb as she leaned back to rest her head against the wall.

“It’s no problem, Y/N. We were all freshmen once, so we all definitely remember what it’s like to start over somewhere new,” Peter replied through a mouthful of pizza.

“Yeah, like on Parker’s first day, he cried all night because he missed his aunt so much. Her apartment is, like, twenty minutes away,” MJ chimed in, all too happy to poke fun at her friend.

“I did not cry all night! I shed a few tears when May left, but that’s it!” he defended. “Back me up, Ned!”

“I was your roommate, dude. I could hear your whimpering through my headphones,” Ned laughed. She giggled with them, thankful that they were trying to make her feel better rather than making fun of her, especially after they’d been nice enough to help her set up her room without complaint.

Peter pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, sliding down into the seat. “Not cool, guys.”

“Relax, brainiac. You know we love you,” MJ proclaimed, getting up from her seat. “Anyway, Ned and I have to go take a group of freshmen to the Rec Center in fifteen minutes, so we’ve gotta go.”

“Shoot!” Ned exclaimed. “I forgot all about that! Sorry, guys. Peter, I’ll see you tonight. And Y/N, I hope to see you soon!” he smiled as MJ pulled him out the door with one last wave over her shoulder.

“Your friends are nice,” she said lightly, grinning shyly at Peter from her spot across the room.

“Yeah, they’re awesome,” Peter agreed with a nod. “I’ve known Ned since I was a kid, and we met MJ in high school, so we’ve been pretty tight since then.”

She hummed in response. “I never really had a close friend group in high school. My friends mostly ended up staying in Long Island for college. It kind of sucks being so far away with everyone, but I’m definitely already loving not sharing a room with anybody.”

“Yeah, I did the whole roommate thing for my first two years, so I’m glad to be on my own for a change. Not that I won’t miss living with Ned, but trust me when I say that he is probably the messiest person I’ve ever met,” Peter chuckled, standing up from the sofa.

“Oh, are you leaving?” she asked, face falling. She’d enjoyed spending the last couple of hours with Peter. He was sweet and understanding, and he made her laugh.

“Nope, just stretching,” he smiled as he lifted his arms up above his head allowing a pale little sliver of skin to expose itself from beneath his blue sweater.

“Well come on up here and sit with me, then,” she offered, patting the open space next to her as she pointedly ignored the stirring in her chest brought on by the milky white patch of skin still peeking out until Peter tugged his sweater back down. Peter obliged and climbed onto the bed, settling himself by her side, his sock-clad feet dangling off the edge.

“So… what’re you majoring in? You’ve gotta be super smart to have gotten into Empire State,” Peter wondered.

“Biomedical engineering. My sister lost her left leg when she was seven and uses a prosthetic so I’d like to be able to design something that’s both effective and accessible to those who need it,” she explained with a smile. She loved her younger sister more than anybody, so leaving her behind was not a simple task.

“Man, that’s amazing. Are you close with your sister?” Peter asked, tilting his head to look at her through thick eyelashes.

“She’s my best friend. I hated leaving her, but I promised that she could stay with me whenever she wanted and I’d show her the city,” she smiled longingly, feeling the familiar pang of homesickness that had started about an hour ago.

“That sounds awesome. You’re not from here, though, are you?”

“No, we’re from Long Island. We used to make the drive to the city at least once a year when we were younger, but then my sister had her accident and we kind of stopped,” she explained, picking on the corner of her duvet.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?” Peter asked carefully.

“She was in a car accident that ended with her leg pinned beneath a chunk of concrete. By the time they got her out, all of the nerves were already dead so they just decided to amputate. It doesn’t really bother her or stop her from doing anything anymore. It’s just something she has to live with, whether she likes it or not.”

Peter sighed heavily, a sympathetic look gracing his delicate features. “I’m sorry,” he stated softly. “I know that probably means nothing to you, but I also know it’s not easy seeing somebody you love suffer. My parents passed away when I was six, and my Uncle Ben who I’d been staying with died five years ago. Since then, my Aunt May’s been all I’ve got.  I’ve had time to come to terms with it, but that doesn’t make anything any easier.”

She frowned, feeling grateful that Peter was able to trust her with such heavy parts of his life, but also feeling inexplicably sad for the young man who probably had to grow up too soon.

“Life just sucks, doesn’t it?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“It sure does,” he sighed in response. “Anyway, just because you’ve been to the city as a child, doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook without an official Peter Parker tour. Growing up here does have its advantages, you know.”

You smiled, eyes wide. “Oh, I am so in!”

“Great!” Peter beamed, sliding back off of the bed. “I’ve gotta go meet Ned back at the Rec Center, but I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to show you everything!”

“Sounds good,” you agreed, following him to the door. “It was nice meeting you. And thank you, again, for helping me out. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans for the night.”

“I wouldn’t consider a night spent with a pretty girl ruined, would you?” he commented, watching as she tried to hide her blush behind a curtain of hair. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow, smarty pants.” And with that, he shut the door, leaving her giddy with something that felt a little bit like hope.

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