*pinches bridge of nose* I can't believe I even thought of this but it's you so. Title: "Desert Island Dicks"
Desert Island Dicks
This was all Barton’s fault. He was the one that had rented the puddle jumper and then offered to share between Jane’s science expedition and that group of mouth breathing knuckle draggers. And it was definitely his fault that they hit turbulence and crash landed on an island in the middle of nowhere.
Now Jane, Darcy, Helen and Natasha must share a deserted paradise with Prince Thor of somewhere-in-Norway and his crew of brosefs, Steve, Bucky and Sam.
Barton may just try swimming home if he has to put up with the single people shenanigans much longer.
You know that one post about humans being really durable compared to aliens and that one about humans being really cute to aliens?
What if they were both true at the same time. Like the aliens decide to take their human on a landing mission because they get so exited and it’s so cute but then a storm hits and they crash. And the aliens are all freaking out because they can’t be rescued without going outside to fix something but the readings say they’ll die if they do because of the storm. The leader’s all prepared to make a heroic sacrifice when the cute human just walks out the airlock to fix the thing and when they get back they’re just like “what? It’s not that bad out.”
And the aliens find out humans are made of iron on top of being adorable.
You think you’re doing fine. You go along with your life as if it didn’t matter. As if it didn’t hurt. Then suddenly, out of the blue, it hits you like tsunami waves, crashing mercilessly. Over and over again. Your eyes are dry but your heart is in pain. It’s crushing and breaking and tearing all at the same time. You miss that person. You miss that person for how they made you feel. For all memories, good and bad, they gave you. For the worry and the anger and the love and the care. You ponder for a second. You wonder if you truly miss that person, or if it’s just the loneliness speaking. Is it because you’re doing nothing now, talking to nobody that you miss that person? Or have you been missing them all along, it’s just taken you this long to acknowledge that? You’d like to think that it’s the latter but, really, it’s both. You’re constantly missing that person subconsciously. The loneliness only magnifies the longing. Everyday you’re fighting that loneliness. You try to overcome the sorrow it brings, but today just isn’t one of those days. Instead of wallowing, you look on the bright side. You remember the good that that person gave you. You realise that, although that person hurt you, you’re still grateful. That person made you realise things you didn’t know about yourself. How, when you love, you become a pushover. You’d do anything so as not to compromise what you both have. And you shouldn’t be like that. Not all the time. It’s alright to give in sometimes, but don’t make it a habit. You’re making yourself vulnerable. You learn that putting what you want first, isn’t always a bad thing. That if that person truly loved you, they wouldn’t put themselves in a position to lose you. Then, after all the thinking and wondering, your heart is kind of at peace…for now. Being able to release all this emotion, will greatly lift the burden in your heart. You’ll feel lighter. But it would be foolish for you to believe that it won’t come back. The heart is a fickle and finicky thing. But when it does come back, you’ll know how to handle it. You’ve done this before. Just remember what you’ve given and remember that loving yourself first is more important. Value yourself in the way that that person wasn’t able to do. Take a deep breath. Smile. You’re good to go. You got this.
At 3:05 am, Izuku did something he hadn’t done in the last
He logged out of his HeroForum account.
It was a forum he’d stumbled upon back in middle school, on
the recommendation of a friend-of-a-friend, and he’d lost four straight nights
of sleep that first week digging in deeper and farther to what it offered. He
dug until he was commenting on All Might
Quirk Theory threads that were three-years-dead, until he made a name for
himself almost overnight as an overwhelming bastion of hero trivia.
The forum had only grown in the meantime. It blew up at
every skirmish. It tracked hero movements moment by moment, pinning locations
and encouraging other members in the area to flock if they could. One time, it
was shut down for an entire week when a thirteen year old boy stumbled into villain
cross-fire while trying to follow the forum’s pin on the hero Momentum.
The HeroForum was Izuku’s everything for keeping tabs on the
world he loved. Even after meeting All Might, even after his acceptance to UA, “MightyBoy64”s
presence didn’t falter. In fact, Izuku fantasized about the day that he, as a
pro hero, revealed himself to be in charge of the MightBoy64 alias. He fantasized
about how loyal fans and avid readers would burst to learn one of the forum’s
biggest names had gone pro through UA.
Izuku now tucked those fantasies away in the back of his
mind. Embarrassed, or ashamed, or maybe just disgusted.
At 3:05 am, MightyBoy64 logged out. And he would not come
Instead Izuku put his phone in his pocket. And he rose from
the couch in the Class 1-A dorm living room. He navigated to Shouto Todoroki’s
room, and he knocked. At 3:07 am, Shouto
“Can I come in?” Izuku asked. All the room’s lights were on,
a soft glow against the tatami mat flooring.
“Yeah,” Shouto answered. He didn’t ask why.
Izuku walked in, aimless at first, before choosing the wall
across from Shouto’s desk and sitting cross-legged on the floor, back leaning
against it for support. His phone burned in his pocket.
“I was studying for the English test Monday, but I can’t
practice dialogue out loud on my own,” Izuku said. He uncrossed his legs and
recrossed them more comfortably. “Are you busy? Want to practice with me?”
Shouto sat down again at his desk. He considered it. “Okay.”
Izuku’s fingers twitched, itched, possessed with the
subconscious desire to take his phone back out and consume the HeroForum posts
like a starved dog digging into fresh meat. He couldn’t help it. It was in his
Especially as the hero scandal of the decade was unfolding.
Whole forums had crashed under the weight of debate. And
HeroForum had swelled to near bursting in the last 12 hours as more and more
fans flocked to gossip and argue and pry and wring forth every last drop of
information they could about the chaos unfolding in the hero world.
Affairs struck the hero world on occasion. Fights between
heroes and reporters, displays of public drunkenness, petit theft, public
indecency. Silly yarns of gossip that got hero fans through the day were the
This was the first time a hero had been arrested under the
accusation of rampant, violent child-abuse.
This was the first time a scandal had struck a hero whose
name was known to every breathing person in Japan.
And this was the second time a #1 ranked hero had fallen.
All Might only months prior in a battle that obliterated the last of his power.
And Endeavor now, shackled and jailed under allegations of
child abuse, felled by an accusation which had been filed by his own
up-and-coming hero son, who stated in his only public address that he just hadn’t
ever felt heroic enough before to do what needed to be done.
And the name Shouto
Todoroki exploded across every forum site imaginable. Izuku had seen it
all. Izuku felt sick to his stomach.
Clips of the televised UA Sports Festival were passed around
with fervor, every frame inspected for the sake of passing judgement on Endeavor’s
son. Every quirk of Shouto’s eyebrow, every shift of his eyes, every tilt of
the head—was it the body language of an abused child? Of a liar? Of an
attention-seeker? Of someone looking to destroy
his father and take his place in the public eye?
Fiery callous rants tore away at the character of Shouto
Todoroki; others dissected Enji Todoroki, and explained how from the very start
the man should have been pegged a monster. Threads hit their post limit.
Servers crashed. Fan sites of Endeavor came under storm.
“Midnight’s-Man-X” called it petty for Shouto to accuse the
father that he no longer lived with. “AllSuperFan100” lauded it as brave. “HeroMight12”
wrote a rant, 13,500 words in length, about how the state of the world could
not afford to lose another #1 hero so quickly, given how unstable the
environment had only just become, how many more lives may be at risk now, and
that it was ultimately selfish for Shouto to rob Japan of its #1 hero so soon
after All Might’s fall.
MightyBoy64 tried once, just once, to explain why Shouto had
done the right thing. Why letting his father cement his role as the #1 hero
would be wrong. Why Enji Todoroki deserved to face justice for what he did, in
the face of the overwhelming of evidence against him in the form of Enji’s own
meticulously-documented “training plan” which he had put Shouto through.
And Izuku had been too horrified by the replies to try to
argue any further. Because all of them, whether agreeing or not, did something
vicious to Shouto Todoroki. They reduced him to a character, a prop, a toy to
be tossed about and chewed over and twisted in favor their own political view.
Shouto Todoroki wasn’t real to these people.
And maybe, if Izuku had never come to UA, Shouto Todoroki wouldn’t
have been real to him either.
So he’d logged out, and forced the forums from his mind, and
sat now on the smooth ridged tatami matting, his fingers trailing along its
bumps. Izuku watched Shouto’s face, his scar thin and stretched at the edges,
his cheeks round and soft under the lamplight. His bangs were loose and messy,
as though Shouto had been running his fingers through his hair too often lately,
and his eyes were lined in a bruising purple, as though he were a real person
wrung through the stress of being reduced to a prop at the hands of millions of
“…Present Mic said we just need to hold a conversation with
him using 20 vocab words from this unit. I’ll start,” Izuku said. He pushed
himself higher against the wall, and he breathed in deep, thinking about the
English sounds he struggled most to pronounce. “Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?”
Shouto looked at him, silent a moment. Then answered in
Japanese, “Isn’t this unit on vacation activities?”
“I’m getting there.” Izuku leaned forward, more heart in his
words. “How are you feeling, Todoroki-kun?
Aren’t you tired?”
Shouto still hesitated, though not as long this time.
“No. I’m not tired.
“No, I’m not. I will
stay here with you, and practice English, so we will do well on the test. What
is your favorite ice cream flavor?”
Shouto looked down at his desk briefly. Izuku caught a
glimpse of papers that looked far too official for UA class notes. His eyes
flickered to the laptop open next to them, displaying a blank new tab, though the
row of tabs along the top suggested an endless cascade of news articles open on
Shouto eased the laptop shut, pushed his chair away from his
desk, and he stood. He moved to Izuku and lowered himself to the floor, leaning
against the wall, until the pent up tension in his shoulders eased, and the
back of his head touched the wall, and he breathed deep. His whole body became
something smaller, and more child-like, and more relaxed. The exhaustion in his
eyes became something just a bit less tense.
“I like chocolate ice
cream best, Midoriya-kun. How about you?”
I see you, Nonny, sneaking multiple asks into one :P I do like these types of fics tho. :P
anonymous said: Hii! Do you know any sterek fics where one of them or both are deaf,
blind, or can’t speak? If you could put a mix of them in there that
would be great (: thank you so much your amazing !
This list fills your ask too, but also check out our mute!Stiles tag for those fics (cause this post is already kinda crazy long, lol).
(4,432 I Teen I Complete) *sterek, human au, doctor!stiles
He hasn’t always been deaf.
Although, sometimes, he wishes he was. Mainly because he knows what he’s missing. He remembers what the rustle of the wind in the trees sounds like, remembers what kids playing in the playground sounded like, what laughter sounded like.
Derek became deaf from the fire that took his family long ago, and has refused to speak since. But when he is forced to speak in the court case of the woman who betrayed him long ago, he begrudgingly accepts the help of a newly graduated speech pathologist. Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more.
Derek inspected the paper with curiosity. It was a poster that seemed to be advertising a dancing event. There was a dancer in the middle, dressed in ballet clothes, body toned and hard, but the movement that was captured screamed smooth and melodic even from the picture.
I don’t understand. He signed with a frown.
It’s an invitation. I am one of the dancers in the group and I would like it if you came. Stiles replied nervously.
When they’re sixteen they steal some of Stiles’ dad’s alcohol. They’re a little tipsy when Stiles starts whining about how he’s still never kissed anyone. He makes a face and signs, “I’m sixteen, Scott. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna wither up and die before I ever kiss anyone.” His signing is a little loose and sloppy from the alcohol, and when he finishes he collapses backward on the bed, sighing like the world is crumbling around him.
Scott leans over him, rolls his eyes, and signs, “I’ll kiss you if it means you’ll shut up about it.”
(6,241 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, model!stiles, nerd!derek, alive hale family
Stiles Stilinski, also known as the most famous model any underwear company has. He’s on billboards, magazines, covers of packaging. Anything and all. Most people say he’s popular just because he’s gay, others say it’s because he’s hot, or because he’s deaf. His life is busy and he works a lot, but it all changes when he meets Derek, a local man who treats him like a normal person.
(Previously known as ‘Really? That’s how you want to play?’)
(7,761 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, proposals, weddings
Sheriff Stilinski has been waiting for this day for a long time. As he watches his visitor walking up the path, he thinks about everything that’s happened in the past year and his fingers twitch for his gun. But he can’t do that; he can’t shoot this man, as much as he might like to sometimes. Maybe he can go one worse, though.
Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.
“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.
“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.
But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.
(28,313 I General I Complete) *sterek, mates, kidnapped stiles
Alone, Stiles could feel the tiredness start to run through his body, the cuts on his body aching and other places hurting which made him wonder how they were hurting before he blinked a few times, eyes lifting towards the windows and the grey sky, Stiles hoped that the pack would find him. Slumping down in to the bonds, Stiles dropped his chin to his chest as tears gathered in his eyes, he felt scared for the first time since the car accident and he hated the fact that he couldn’t hear for anything which could creep up on him, hated that he couldn’t protect himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Stiles tried to keep the tears away as he finally let the tiredness wash over him.
(132,553 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, human au, sick!stiles, hurt!stiles, first time
Monday dawned fresh and cool and with a lack of Stilinski.
The buzz in the school changed over the week, once Derek started paying attention to it. No longer was the student body talking about where the students were going on vacation, or lack thereof for the more middle-class populace. They were bandying about a different series of words instead.
Stiles could remeber the last thing he saw, it wasn’t the car that was about to hit him it was Derek Hale. Stiles is now Legally blind hiding his secret from his friends for Three years now their back and his life is turned upside down and all he can think about is Derek.
(13,229 I Mature I WIP) *steter, historical au, medieval au, nobleman!peter, magic!stiles
Peter is sick of court and the drama it entails. His sister is creating a life for her and her children in a new and promising land that Peter finds cold and horrid. Soon he is dragged into something much bigger than himself and the usual royal court happenings. This boy he thinks he failed to keep from harm may not be safe but he is alive.
Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]
An AU ‘verse in which Stiles is born blind and is Derek’s mate. The rest of the world is just going to have to adjust accordingly because if you think that’s going to stop the boy who runs with wolves, you are horrendously mistaken.
(83,738 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, marine!derek, ptsd!derek, human au
Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.
Derek and his adopted daughter move to Beacon Hills to try and start up a normal life. They meet Stiles in a park with his service/seeing-eye dog and while Malia bonds with the dog, Derek ends up bonding with Stiles.
When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the
Stilinski’s take him in. As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow
closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better? Will Stiles be
left with a broken heart?
I absolutely love your writing!!!
Would you make a Reggie x reader imagine, where the reader is a River Vixen and
the Vixens are practising outside when the reader gets a bodycheck from one of
the jocks because he full on goes for the ball… and then Reggie gets worried
and helps her to the nurse and stuff with a lot of fluff? I’m sorry if it’s a
I changed it a bit, but not too much because I wanted to do justice for your
request. Also I have 3 more to catch up now, so go ahead and send more requests
imagines you want me to do! I hope you like this one. Requests open now.
Reader is a River Vixen and her first encounter with Reggie is at Cheryl’s
party and second is when she get knocked out by a football and he takes her to
I think there may be a curse word in there.
Living in Riverdale, that’s a tale to tell. Life in a small
town, one would think that it would be like in the movies and TV shows. The
perfect quiet place with the perfect people.
It wasn’t, at least not anymore. It was quiet but the whispers
made their way around. It was quiet because it hid so many secrets and as for the
people we were far from perfect.
Although its imperfections you loved the place even though
you’d never actually confess it out loud.
Life was simple for you, you were a River Vixen in Cheryl’s
cheerleading squad, you were single, and your parents well they tried their
best to be updated on your life.
After the memorial pep rally for Jason you made your way to
Cheryl’s after party. You didn’t want to, but Cheryl was your friend and she
needed you now more than ever. You may have been viewed as popular because you
were a vixen, but you weren’t as stuck up as plenty of the other girls.
You made your way next to Betty and Veronica hopefully to
relax with them and ignore the whole scene. Suddenly Cheryl decided everyone
should play seven minutes in heaven.
You weren’t fond of these games especially because Cheryl
always tried to play some sort of angle, and she did.
“Okay, your turn (Y/N)”
Cheryl gave you a smirk after Chuck and some girl walked out of the closet.
“Fine” you mumbled as you spinned the bottle as it landed on
the one the only Reggie Mantle.
You sat there frozen
until Cheryl grabbed your hand and the guys pushed Reggie in the closet with
you and closed the door.
This encounter with Reggie made you a bit shy, you seen him before of course. He is the Captain of the football team, but this encounter it just felt different. and from the looks of it maybe this encounter would be different for him too.
“Uh, Hi” you spoke to Reggie who was staring at you as you
placed a bit of your hair behind your ear.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” The tall
“What?” you questioned him, since you heard all the stories
about Reggie Mantle and secretly you had a thing for the football player “I
mean, I’m surprised is all.”
“Yeah I get it, you’ve heard the rumors, who hasn’t” Reggie
spat even though at that moment he wanted to kiss you. Ever since 8th
grade he had a thing for you, but rumors spread and he’d never thought he could
get a girl like you.
“I’m sorry, no I- uh” you felt bad, you’d never seen this side
of Reggie before. He looked vulnerable and that intrigued you even more.
It took every ounce of courage in your body to do what you did
You stepped closer to the handsome figure standing in front of
you, stood on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips.
Reggie a bit shocked at first, but placed his hands around
your head and leaned in closer for the kiss. It was passionate, and a bit
sloppy at the end.
As you pulled apart you both fixed yourselves up and kept
looking into each other’s eyes.
Cheryl announced the time and opened the door and grabbed you
by the hand.
“Um, I’ll see you around” was the only thing you could get out
before Cheryl pulled you out.
Then her plan was back on track.
She made Veronica go in with Archie knowing it would bug
You felt bad for her so you reached your hand to hers.
“Hey Bets, I’m sorry about Cheryl she can be difficult, but
you know how she is” you whispered to the blonde.
“It’s fine” Betty stated with a sad smile.
“Congrats on making the squad” you said as you were
interrupted by Cheryl.
“TIMES UP LOSERS!” the red head spoke as she opened the closet
revealing Archie and Veronica.
It was too late though, Betty disappeared.
That was your call to leave the party as you gave a
disappointed look at Cheryl and you left the party.
You wanted to find Reggie and talk about the kiss, you had
feelings for him and now they were stronger than ever since the weekend. You
hadn’t seen him since the party and were hoping he would return those feelings
back. Hoping that maybe the last encounter was a good chance to start something with Reggie.
You were at River
Vixens practice the air a bit heavy between Ronnie and Betty, but you tried to
ignore it because it wasn’t your business and Cheryl had been bitchier about
“Hurry up idiots, we have to get these move down for the
homecoming game” Cheryl shouted “It’s bad enough we have to practice in the
field because they are fixing up the gym, just get into position girls.”
Since the party Betty had been ignoring Veronica and she
wasn’t doing the routines well and Cheryl made her watch. She was enjoying her vengeance against Betty even though she
had never done anything to her (only thing Betty did was be related to Polly;
the girl Jason was in love with).
“Okay Betty I can’t have you messing this up, right now so you
keep watch and maybe catch on” Cheryl spoke with a devilish smirk “Okay (Y/N)
you’re one of my best for pyramids so you are going to at the top, okay” and
you nodded as you made your way to the cheerleaders already beginning to form
As you made your way, your eye caught Reggie in practice and
he caught your eye too, and you smiled at each other not realizing you hadn’t
been paying attention until Cheryl called your name and you made your way to
As you finally reached the top of the pyramid you made your
hands into a V about to jump down when suddenly you lost balance as a football
hit your head and you crashed down.
All you heard were gasps and you couldn’t keep your eyes open
for long as all the girls surrounded you.
Although you were able to catch a glimpse of Reggie running
faster than you’ve ever seen him run.
“Shit (Y/N)” he spoke as he kneeled down to you and rested his
hand under you head and you tried to make an effort in getting up.
“No don’t, when you fall you’re not supposed to get up until
you feel better” Reggie proclaimed as your eyes were closed and you couldn’t
help but smile at his remark.
“Well I’m starting to feel better now” you retorted as you bit
your lip and caressed his cheek.
“I’ll take her to the nurse” Reggie told the girls as he
picked you up and you rested your head on his chest.
“But the nurse is close-” you heard Betty say as Reggie was
already walking away with you.
“You know she’s not wrong” you told Reggie as you wrapped your
arms around his neck.
“About?” the dark hair heartthrob asked.
“The nurse, it’s after school” you answered.
“I know, I’m taking you to my uncle’s clinic, you need to get
checked out that was a heavy fall” Reggie informed you as he rubbed his thumb
on your back which made the butterflies in your stomach go nuclear.
“That’s a bit far to walk don’t you think?” you heart was
beating a bit quicker, your eyes still closed because of the impact of the
grass, not knowing where you were heading but you trusted him.
“I have a truck you know, but if I didn’t I’d still walk” he
noted reaching to what you guessed was door and placed you gently to the passenger’s
seat as he made his way to the driver’s side.
You opened your eyes for a bit and saw it was and old model
truck and the front seat was all connected and there was only a bit of space in
the back which was only enough for his gym stuff and you laid yourself down and
placed your head on his lap and he drove away from the school.
“I thought you had a jeep” you decided to make conversation.
“I just fixed up this truck, I want to see how good it runs”
“So we could stay stuck somewhere and you just might have to
carry me to the doctor” you sarcastically answered.
“You have no faith in me” he pretended to be hurt as he
“I trust you, anyways, do you listen to music or-” he cut you
off turning up the radio.
You kept conversation until you arrived to the clinic and he
insisted on carrying you still and made his way inside.
“Tell my uncle I’m here, any rooms open?” he demanded to the
“Room three” she answered as Reggie opened the door that
separated the patients and the workers as he made his way to room three and
placed you on the examination bed.
“Well look who takes charge” you mocked as he took a chair on
your left side
“I can take charge”
“Really? Last I remember Mantle I kissed you” you revealed as
you turned your way to look at his reaction, but were interrupted by what you
guessed was his uncle.
“What happened Reggie? Oh” the man with a white coat was a bit
confused “I thought you got hurt boy, what seems to be the problem?”
“Oh I’m fine, (Y/N) took a football to the head at the top of
the cheerleading pyramid and fell” Reggie stood up to shake his hand.
“Okay” the man made his way to you flashing a small flashlight
in your eyes “So I’m checking for a concussion and maybe a sprain”
“Yes” Reggie spoke for you again.
“How bad was the fall?” The doctor asked placing his hands on
your ankles to see if you had a sprain.
“I’m not dead, but I can finally open my eyes” you sassed and
reacted to him putting pressure on your left ankle.
“You finally got one with a sense of humor didn’t you Reg?”
his uncle encouraged as Reggie blushed a bit.
“I’m trying” he claimed and this time you blushed “So is
anything too bad?” he asked making his way back next to you placing his hand on
your head stroking your hair.
“Oh no, you got pretty lucky here, just a bit more rest on your
head and you have a small sprain on your left ankle some medicine and you’re
all good” the man reported to you as he grabbed some bandages and placed it
tightly around your left ankle.
“Thank you sir” you told the doctor as he left the room.
You sat up the bed and tried to get up your legs still a bit
weak and Reggie caught you, his hands on your waist.
One of the best encounters yet you thought.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” you asked as you placed a
hand on his shoulder.
“Oh plenty” Reggie said with a smug look on his face as he
closed the proximity of your faces and sealed it with a kiss.
Prompt: Reader is afraid of thunder/lightning and there is a freak thunderstorm, and her best friend, Peter Parker, has to comfort her.
Warnings: None- fluff mainly.
Bolts of bright light cracked across the dark sky. The constant breakouts of lightning flashes through your thick curtains. Booming of ground shaking thunder shook your dead apartment unevenly.
You were curled up in your bed eye glued on the TV screen out of fear. The storm knocked out the satellite being the reason you were staring at a frozen screen for the last half an hour. You hid your body from the horrid weather under a mound of warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.
Fuzzy socks covered your feet and a steaming cup of hot chocolate rested untouched on your nightstand. Paralyzed with fear you didn’t dare move a muscle. Even though you hated thunder storms you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the rain pounding against your window. It was like the scene of a car crash, the best thing was to avoid the mess but it was almost impossible to think about anything else.
A loud crash hit your window earning a screeching yelp from yourself. The stray branch from a tree outside blew in the wind knocking the glass continuously. You parents fell asleep in pure bliss to the tempest leaving you to wallow in your lonesome.
Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him.
Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it.
A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!
(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.
Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.
The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.
The sound of the loud crunch of metal hit Keith before the actual impact. He had just enough time to call out to Red before he was being thrown out his chair, crashing painfully into the dashboard in front of him just before everything went black.
When he came to minutes later, everything was deathly silent. Red was motionless beneath him, and he placed a shaking palm to the floor, frowning at the absence of the familiar hum.
His side throbbed painfully when he shifted into a sitting position, and it took his mind a solid two minutes to supply the previous events: Galra attack, Blue getting hit, Red taking a hit going after Blue, both crashing to an unknown planet beneath them, Lance…
Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes Genre: Neutral/Fluff Warnings: Nerves A/N: A huge thanks to @hands1766/@darlingholland for helping me with the playlist!! And thank you to @scooblesnack for recommending the last song I needed for this playlist!! I couldn’t hyperlink it, so just copy and paste the link below into a browser to listen to it. Part OnePart TwoPart Four
*LISTEN TO PETER’S PLAYLIST HERE: spotify:user:parkersenses:playlist:54oPuLDdS1ihTiK6CUmWir*
Holding the cassette tape with shaking hands, Peter walked through the crowded hallways of Midtown High. The whole day of Friday classes had passed, and everyone was scurrying towards the school doors to begin their weekend. Peter, on the other hand, was searching for you.
The two of you had had multiple classes together throughout the day, and he spoke to you in every one. You sat together at lunch, as always, and Peter still couldn’t find it in himself to give you the mixtape. There was a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that you didn’t feel the same way, that you would laugh in his face and walk away if he tried to give you the cassette.
But he was determined to do it now, as he looked every which way for your familiar face. He needed to get it over with now, or he didn’t think he would ever do it.
You were nowhere to be found. You hadn’t been at your locker, and when Peter checked at his locker, you weren’t there either. He looked in the class he knew you had last, and he was only met with an empty classroom. He was beginning to panic. He wanted to get this done; he needed to get it done.
Peter was still holding the cassette tape, still trembling head to toe. “Ned!” He shouted, walking quickly over when he saw someone who might know where you were. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”
Ned turned around to face him, looking at his best friend, confused at his urgency. “Uh, yeah, actually-”
“Where is she?” Peter cut him off, bouncing on his toes, ready to start running.
“I was gonna tell you, calm down,” Ned said, eyebrows furrowing. “I just saw her heading out the front doors. Wait,” he paused, eyes widening. “Are you gonna do i-”
“Thanks!” Peter said and darted off, not listening to the rest of Ned’s words.
“Good luck!” He heard him yell after him, although Peter couldn’t find it in himself to smile. His nerves were darting rampantly inside him, making everything too hard to concentrate on.
He sprinted his way through the halls, and he didn’t think he had ever felt his life be more on the line than in this moment. He looked around frantically when he arrived near the front doors, although he still couldn’t see you. He sighed, knowing you had already left. He ran through the doors, lightly shoving some other students out of his way. He didn’t listen to their complaints.
A rush of fresh air hit his face when he crashed through the doors, and he breathed deeply, stopping on the stairs to catch his breath. He was still looking around, searching for the deep blue Midtown sweatshirt he knew you were wearing. But so many kids were wearing the same sweatshirt, and he couldn’t seem to pick you out of the crowd.
So he resorted to screaming.
“(Y/N)!” He waited for you to turn around towards him after his scream, and a few kids did turn, but only to stare at him with an odd expression. “(Y/N)!” He screamed again, and he wasn’t sure he had ever been so loud before in his life.
He kept on yelling, and he grew to not care about the stares aimed at him. And when he felt an arm on his shoulder, he whipped around, ready to fight whoever was coming to judge him to his face.
But instead, he broke out into a smile.
“(Y/N),” he let out a breath, and he watched as you tilted your head at him with furrowed eyebrows. He slipped the mixtape into his pocket gently, not wanting you to see it until the final moment. “What’s going on, Peter? I could hear you from-”
“I need to talk to you,” he interrupted. There was no more time. He had to do it now. “Ned said you were leaving, so, hence the calling your name.”
“Calling my name?” You laughed, now looking at him with fond eyes. “More like screaming.” Peter laughed too, letting his shoulders sag slightly. He needed to calm down if he wanted to do this right.
“I forgot something at my locker, so I went back. What did you need me for?” You continued, and Peter stiffened up again.
“Uh, can we go inside and talk?” He fidgeted when you nodded, and he walked back into the school. You followed him as he made his way into an empty classroom, and he closed the door behind you.
“What is this about, Peter?” You asked, an edge of concern to your voice.
“I, um, uh,” he stuttered. It was finally time, and he didn’t even know how to begin. This had to be perfect.
“We’ve been friends for awhile now, (Y/N). Or, it feels like it, right?” He asked, but when you nodded your head, he didn’t pay attention. He was trying to think of where to go with this. “And I’d like to think that, that we’ve grown close since, since then,” and he shook his head. This was sounding much too cliché for someone like Peter Parker.
“Look, (Y/N),” he sighed when he looked up from the ground to see the worried look on your face.
“Peter?” You said slowly, quietly.
He pulled the cassette tape out of his pocket carefully, holding it in both hands. He forced himself not to shake. “This is for you,” he nearly whispered. He didn’t give it to you just yet, still looking at it.
“Um,” he continued, now looking up at you to see your eyes the widest he was sure they had ever been. “Here’s my heart, basically,” Peter said, laughing slightly at himself.
This was the final moment.
He held the mixtape out to you, taking one last look at the message he left on the front of the cassette in black sharpie before you took it into your hands.
“And you’re holding it in your hands, so just, try to be gentle,” he tried to joke, but he couldn’t have been more serious. He still gave you a soft smile, the one he only reserved for you. “Just listen to everything on it. And I think you’ll know what I’m trying to say.”
And he took a step backwards towards the door, watching as you stared down at the message he left for you. But he saw you nod, so he turned around and walked out of the door, letting out a heavy breath with his heart beating rapidly.
And when he glanced back before the door closed behind him, he saw you still looking down at the cassette, but a smile now forming on your face.
Do you like science? Because I’ve got my ion you.
**************************** Alright well I was planning on ending it for part three, but I guess I’ll do another part?? Would anyone actually like another part?? Please let me know what you think of this one!! Requests are open :)
andrew getting overwhelmed by how much he loves neil…like…before he Never saw this feeling coming he thought it was just his mind making up things while he was on his meds. he’s long since accepted that this is real neil is real but sometimes it hits him so hard, that he can have this. he wasn’t able to have cass the way he wanted because of drake ruining it, ruining him…but now he has neil, and he is able to keep having him.
neil, who loves andrew unconditionally for who he is. neil, who accepts all of his sharp edges and dark thoughts. neil, who knows when to back away and when to stay close. neil, who wants to be with him and feels just the same as he does. neil, who can see the good in him when everyone else couldn’t. this all hits andrew like a wave crashing onto the shore and he feels like he’s drowning, but it’s a welcomed feeling. because it’s safety, and it feels like home. neil is home and before, he had this twisted, broken view of what “love” is from all those traumatic experiences that still eat away at him, both of them did, but this is new and different from anything else and too much and sometimes andrew wonders if he is really worthy of this, of what neil gives him and makes him feel.
and there are still passing fearful thoughts that what if he loses him, but waking up to fluttering eyelashes against cheeks and the way the morning sunlight rests against his skin while he’s in a peaceful sleep, seeing those looks neil sends his way, full of adoration and warmth, late night trips to the grocery store together wearing eachother’s hoodies and sweats and picking up andrew’s fave sweets to dull the nightmares he just had and is still feeling in trembling fingers and a rapid heartbeat—
it all makes their forever click into place and andrew knows that this is it. neil is it for him and it will always be that way
-Let’s say Blue knows she won’t make it through this particular crash/hit/injury.
-Lance is inside, hurt as well, but he’ll definitely make it.
-(Blue made sure he’d make it. That’s why her damage is so severe)
-Lance asks her if she’s okay, tells her she’s a good girl and help is on the way.
-He feels an incredibly warm sensation in his heart.
-(But at the same time all he feels from blue is fear and sadness?)
-Lance is confused as he cannot understand what Blue is trying to tell him. He’s always clearly understood her.
-The thing is: he can’t understand what she’s saying bc she’s never had to say this before. ‘Goodbye’
-Blues life/energy forced dies and she becomes a cold hunk of metal.
-immediately Lance feels something is different.
-His chest is so… cold?
-He can’t breathe properly, like he had just faced death and survived
-Everything inside of him just feels completely empty and useless.
-Why does his gut feel so heavy?
-His thoughts are surprisingly quiet too…
-Then it all clicks. The emptiness, the silence, the loneliness, and the unbearable icy cold in his chest.
Request by anon:
76,79,50 with Scott McCall please doll?
Prompts: 50.”I need you to forgive me” 76.
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 79.
“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
A/N: gif not mine. Enjoy! and don’t forget that feedback is highly appreciated.
Scott didn’t wake up that day thinking it would go the way it did.
He had been fighting with Y/N a lot recently; he broke her heart. Y/N felt her boyfriend slowly slipping away from her, the stress of trying to save the town constantly was taking a toll on him. Her attempt on holding onto him before he fell in too deep ended up with him snapping.
Scott had never felt more guilty about anything before. Y/N’s tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as she stood with Scott telling her how important this was for him: keeping the town from danger.
They fell asleep that night without saying their usual ‘I love yous’ and ‘goodnights’; they were both too proud to say it.
The following day had been gloomy with heavy rain falling from the sky. The citizens of Beacon Hills were advised to remain indoors in consideration of the abominable weather.
However Y/N, being the girl that she is, had decided to visit her boyfriend; finally letting go of her proud ego. Not obliging to her parents’ request, she got in her car and made her destination the McCall’s house.
Y/N disregarded the combination of thunder and lighting that pierced the sky and kept driving, only for her to lose control of the brakes. Her car swiveled violently and came in contact with a lamppost. She immediately fell unconscious due to the severe impact of the hit.
The loud crash initiated a panic that made the residents of the nearby houses to come out in the horrible rain to inspect the accident. One of those residents was none other than Scott.
Upon recognizing the partially demolished car, he sprinted to the driver’s door and jerked it open. One of his hands went under Y/N’s knees and the other behind her neck. He pulled her out and sat on the sidewalk as his mother Melissa dialed 911.
“Hey princess, open your eyes come on” he gently shook her shoulder as the raindrops mixed with his salty tears. “Y/N, you need to wake up because- because I can’t do this without you” he pleaded and kissed her head.
“You’re safe now, I’ve got you. You just need to wake up” he continued begging her to wake up when the ambulance arrived. With Melissa having her hand clasped together and praying for the best on one side, and Scott holding onto Y/N’s hand on the other; the ambulance sped to the hospital.
“How is she? Is she gonna be alright?” Scott bombarded his mother with questions. “She’s in a critical condition because of the head trauma,” she informed. “The doctor’s gonna have to perform an emergency surgery to alleviate the swelling. This could take a while, why don’t you go home and rest. I’ll call you if she wakes up” Scott’s eyes couldn’t have widened more at his mother’s words.
“I-If?” Melissa shook her head. “When. I meant when she wakes up” she bit her lip nervously, observing her distraught son. “I’m not going anywhere,” he stood his ground. “I won’t leave her alone” she nodded empathetically and placed a peck on his forehead. Scott had lost track of time and fallen asleep in the waiting area.
Y/N had finally woken up the following day with a severe headache. The doctor was informing Y/N that she needed to be careful in the following days and prescribed her some painkillers. All the while, Melissa had her arms around her. “I need to tell Scott” Melissa said enthusiastically and dashed out the room before Y/N could utter a word.
“Y/N” Scott breathed upon seeing her weary state. “Hey,” she attempted to sit up, however, the pain shot through her body causing her to sink back down. “Don’t move baby,” he strode to her side and grabbed a hold of her hand.
“I need you to forgive me” he whimpered as tears coated his hollow cheeks. “How could I stay mad at that beautiful face of yours?” She giggled lightly. “I’m so sorry, I would have lost my mind without you Y/N. I’m never going to sleep again without telling you how much I love you. Never.” Scott placed a lingering kiss on her hand.
“I love you too, and I’m sorry too” he just shook his head in disapproval. “Don’t apologize, I’m the one who wronged you. I could’ve lost you- Jesus” he let go of her hand and ran his fingers through his hair; his words covered with frustration.
“I’m right here Scott, I’m not going anywhere” she smiled reassuringly and took his hands in her tiny ones. “I love you Scott McCall” she pulled him to her and kissed his lips softly. “I love you too, princess"