#I'm scared I could hella mess up n people would hate it :(

[34saveme34]

yall expecting anything interesting from this week's episode?

like. I've been thinking n like I wish I could stop that

because in a sense, the series has been.... very unrpredictable

in like, a bad way

I'm not even saying they're telling bad stories but that it all just goes weirdly and some choices they make are.... odd? yeah, odd

like I guess it's odd they don't use their cast better

or that Melony's whole personality is just Axol (god awful thing I'm about to say but maybe it would've been better for her if she died in revelations so we wouldn't have to see her character reduced to this so badly. like I'm not even kidding)

or making 4 seem so god damn evil then immediately backpedalling on that with the "it's an act" and I'll say it again, if they wanted to make a good story about it being an ACT, they should've shown more signs, even if tiny, they should've shown more. Like you could try and explain this shit away if you want but just think about it, before A Night at SMG4's, what did you believe? Did you believe he was becoming evil or did you believe it was an act? What made more sense to you? It's odd and unpredictable

the also weird ass ignoring of 3 drinking away his problems, it appearing TWICE

and like, that's been a storyline that was going for a while, I even pointed out that like, lately episodes that were all capital had something to do with him failing with it

but no uh, suddenly it's good after that shitty night at 4's shitty ass episode I still hate it for what it did for the story

like, what did that episode even do for it? Anything? NO

NO, and DON'T F U C K I N lie to me, you know that shit didn't happen either

and I'm done lying to myself about it

there was NO indication it actually helped

all it did was drive Puzzles away, but my man had nothing to do with the café, at least not to our knowledge which would be really negligent if they didn't tell us that he actually did

like, there's no reason for why it would get better, there's just nothing

and I knooooooooow I should enjoy the show for what it is and stop complaining because I'm gonna sound like a reddit user on r/smg4 but also like

I AM the complainer, I interpret things and discuss them, I'm all about it, I love discussing possibilities and have a lot of joy out of it

hell I also like crack ideas that sometimes. stem out of desperation

like me when I said, Idk if it was on the blog but me when I said it would be silly if 3 was drinking away his feelings for 4 perhaps in those silly little scenes

but like, nah, team's not brave enough

like what I noticed is that the ship is probably not becoming canon

but not because there wouldn't be a reason to, or they couldn't work out a narrative, in FACT it would be REALLY easy, even just today I thought of a way, in fact all of us think of ways so many times, Sever the Ties was also me thinking of a way, that would've been a narratively nice way to get them together and also show they care for each other

but yeah, I think they're not becoming canon because the writers are scared of doing more than jokes with them, I think what they wanted with them was just 2 homoerotic dudes having silly moments that can be laughed at, almost like they. can't take them seriously (trash friends-esque episodes, please comes back.......... sobbing)

which, aight, I guess

NOT QUEERBAITING THOUGH!!!! QUEER BAITING ISN'T ABOUT HINTS, IT'S ABOUT PROMISES!!!! THEY AREN'T QUEERBAITING US!!!!!!!!!!! THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT GETTING THEM TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!

so yea I'm, not jaded with the show, I'm really not, I still like a lot of things about it and can't wait to see what they cook up this week

and even like, episodes I hate have good moments, not even a question, I can enjoy them (besides the endings)

I just yknow, I like to complain and I KNOW I'm not the only one

you don't need to like, agree with me, you can like botched storylines, I just like complain about said storylines even if I like some parts of it

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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Can u do some sea hawk x male reader nsfw and saw headcanons??

A/N: Sorry for how long it took me to do this, not going to lie, was a little nervous because I haven't written NSFW yet despite writing for years, so bear with me as I learn how to write NSFW lmao. Anywaysss, I promise I'm not dead, and I hope you enjoy!

Please keep in mind that this is SFW and NSFW! If you're 17 or below pls do not read- Ty!

SFW:

Sea Hawk is the most supportive boyfriend. Literally husband material. If you need anything? You'll get it. Need to be somewhere? He's going to take you there. Want to get away from meetings with the rest of the gang? Sea Hawk will come up with excuses to get the two of you alone.

He's not used to dating, so he's going to be super clingy when you start dating. He doesn't really get the term "personal space". In his mind, his is now yours, and vice versa. You go anywhere? Well, he's going to be right there.

This means you're going to have to set some boundaries. Sea Hawk doesn't mind though, he rather not make you uncomfortable.

He seems like a person who's a little spacey, and would forget a lot of things, but with you? Complete 180. Remembers your birthdate, favorite food, favorite places in all of Etheria, and all the books you love. It's a little scary. He scared Mermista after she accidentally brought up how she read the same book series as you.

Sea Hawk loves adventuring with you. Brings you along every time. Though he loves sailing with you the most.

He also jokes around that he'd rename his ship after you. He doesn't, but sometimes it really seems like he'd be down for it. He knew that he'd feel awful if anything would happen to the ship if he named it after you.

He frequently asks the others for ideas for dates, gift ideas, or just relationship advice. He's nervous sometimes. He gets teased because of this but Sea Hawk doesn't really care.

Loves playing with your hair. If you have short hair, he'll mess with it, rolling his hands through your short locks. It's soothing for him. He's a bit touchy-feely. He's also going to want to decorate it. Good luck cleaning all the little bits of decor that he adds out.

If you have longer hair, he's going to want to braid it. He'll comment that it makes you look badass.

Honestly compliments the shit out of you, and on anything too. Could be the shoes you wear, he'll find something to say.

NSFW:

Praise kink. I think we should all know that by looking at him. Doesn't care if you're topping or not, please shower him with praise. He lives for it, and lives to hear it from your lips.

He's also a soft switch. He's a bottom for some people, top for others. It just depends on who he's with and what he's feeling. Or how you're feeling.

If he's topping, he's going to be so gentle. Like not-wanting-to-break-you gentle. Not that's bad, he just wants to treat you with all

He will definitely want to fuck you in his boat. It feels a lot more personal and safe for him. That and no one will be able to hear you two.

Not too keen on leaving marks on your body but will let you go nuts on him. Bite him, scratch him, he does not care. He thinks it cute to be covered in marks that you gave him.

If he's bottoming, this man will be HELLA vocal. Peep the boat hc above. Probably will be using his boat more than not when you two sneak away for some fun.

He also loves his hair being pulled, not too tight though, as he would hate to be losing any of his precious hair.

When he cums though? It's such a pretty sight. He lets out the prettiest moans, not like, fake pornstar moans, but just the breathiest moans.

He also cums a lot too, and probably wouldn't mind cumming inside or outside. Definitely prefers outside though, so he can see what a mess he made.

He's also going to be a bit goofier, making little jokes or snorting if either of your bodies makes a funny noise. He really can't help it.

Aftercare GOD. He will not leave your side until you have everything you want. A shower? Towel? For him to go and grab food? He's on it.

He will want to cuddle after, not wanting to have to leave you just yet.

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Chapter Three: A New Home and Revelations

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A/N: feedback is always accepted especially with this as I’d love to know your thoughts.

As Brooke walked through the airport she was glad to finally be able to stretch her legs. She had never been that good at flying so now it was over at least she could take a breath and somewhat relax. To the world she looked like a confident twenty one year old exploring the world but inside she felt like the scared little eight year old she once was.

Finally after scanning the arrivals hall she saw a couple holding a sign with her name written on. It took her a second to start walking towards them but as she did she felt a sense of familiarity about them, like she had met them in a past life. Taking a deep breath she pushed the feelings aside, smiling at them as she walked closer.

“Brooke right?” The woman smiled softly at her.

“Yeah that’s me” Brooke nodded as the guy took her suitcase from her.

“I’m Chris and this is my wife Laura” he smiled.

They quickly sensed that Brooke wasn’t in the mood for talking as they walked through the airport.

The drive to her new home was quiet, which she was grateful for, all she wanted to do was eat and take a nap. It had been a long flight, but she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to get a nap for a while.

Looking out the window she watched the trees and scenery as she headed to her new home. Soon enough the car came to a stop at a large set of metal gates. This was it, this would be home for who knows how long. She watched as Chris spoke to the guys guarding the gate. Pulling her headphones out she paused her music to listen to what they were saying but it was all in whispers so she gave up. The sound of a familiar rumble in the distance caught her attention. She knew that sound anywhere. As they drove into the property Brooke was shocked this place was huge, there were bikes racing about and a lot of fit guys. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Once the car was parked she climbed out of the car, stretching her back, feeling the soothing of her bones cracking.

“Come on, first stop is meeting the president” Chris said as he hauled her suitcases out of the car.

“Is this some kind of democracy? Like you have your own President” Brooke said raising her eyebrow. Where the hell as she.

“All will come clear” Chris laughed holding his lighter out to light Brooke’s cigarette as well as his own “I have a feeling you are going to fit in perfectly”

Soon enough they were standing in a room that looked like an office, Brooke looked around seeing all of the pictures lining the white walls. Wherever she was, it looked like a big family.

"Prez this is Brooke her family sent her to live with me and Laura" Chris said nodding at the blonde who smiled, awkwardly waving a small wave as two more guys appeared.

One of them definitely caught her attention, and she couldn’t help but smirk. His golden hair, bright blue eyes and bulging muscles covered in tattoos. He was definitely a god and definitely Brooke’s type. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad living here with the eye candy she thought. Before mentaly scolding herself for practically drooling over the blonde god.

She was in a complete world of her own so she didn’t realise that the other guy was staring at her rather intently.

“Urm mate take a photo it lasts longer” she sassed “in fact scratch that I don’t know what the hell you would do with it.” All the guy could do was smirk which annoyed her.

“I mean the sass is there” he chuckled as he studied her face a bit harder. “Wait, it can’t be. Please tell me this isn’t a joke”

“Urm” Brooke said, extremely confused as everyone stared at her. To make matters more confusing everything and everyone seemed so familiar. Like she had been here before. There was something about this place that felt like home.

“Please tell me you actually brought her home” the dark haired guy said on the verge of tears.

"sorry don't know what you are on but I've never been here in my life" Brooke snapped as she fiddled with her lighter in her pocket.

“Yeah it’s definitely her Bro” Blonde god grinned.

“Can someone just tell me what the fuck is going on” Brooke huffed. She always hated being kept in the dark. Before she could process what was going on she the air was squeezed out of her in a bone crushing hug.

“I think you need to take a seat as we have some things to explain” Blonde god said, the power that radiated off him made Brooke want to submit to his every word. “Where have you been all this time?”

“Long story short, living in London, like causing trouble. Caused said trouble and my adopted parents sent me to live here and now I’m hella confused and I don’t like it” Brooke said as she played with her thumb ring, the one this she always did when she was nervous.

Around two hours had passed and Brooke learned that the dark haired guy was James, her older brother and blondie was Xavier. She was part of this family before she was kidnapped when she was around eight. Which tallied up with all her memories of the foster homes and that time she didn’t like to think about let alone mention. Every question or piece of information the boys have her made her head spin even more. She had so many questions but had no idea where to start. Whether it was from the confusion or lack of sleep she felt her eyes get heavy before everything went black.

The lads watched as Brooke’s knees gave way, without a second though Xavier was by her side wrapping his arms around her waist so she didn’t crash onto the floor. Adjusting his grip he laid her on the sofa that was in the office. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The last time her saw her she was the shortest sassiest little eight year old known to man. He was honestly speechless as the woman laid in front of him.

“I can’t believe it’s her” he mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think we’d see her again” he took in her features but a couple of things caught his eye as her jacket slipped off her shoulder revealing some nasty scars, most of which looked like burns apart from the six inch scar that was definitely from a knife. Anger ran through his veins as his blood boiled, this was his bumble bee and he was ready to find the bastard that did this to her and make him pay for laying his hands on the girl.

“Xav” James called “now isn’t the time to be thinking about revenge okay, we need to take things slow this is a lot to take in”

“Yeah you are right” Xav sighed, pushing himself to his feet. Before walking out of the office, he needed some air.

“Xavier please tell me my eyes aren’t deceiving me and that was actually Brooke I saw go into your fathers office” hi mum smiled.

“Yeah mom it is” Xavier nodded.

“And you aren’t happy about that no?” She said softly knowing the internal battle her son was having.

“I couldn’t protect her mom” he sighed not making eye contact as his mind filled with the events of that day “that day was the worse day ever, I told her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her but I didn’t follow her and she’s been through god knows what”

It was Brooke’s eight birthday party, the compound was buzzing with excitement, as they were getting everything set up for the princess of the club.

Xavier barged into Brooke’s room to find her sitting on her bed colouring some unicorn.

"Bumble you wanna to come down to the pool with me and James" Xavier grinned watching her green eyes light up causing her to drop her crayon.

"get out of my room then you big oaf" she giggled trying to push him out of the room.

Xavier grinned even though he was 5 years older, everyone knew he would do anything for Brooke, their bond was like no other and she always went to him is she was upset or needed a cuddle after having a bad dream. Within five minutes he felt a small hand grab his before being pulled towards the pool.

“Last one there smells” Brooke shouted already running off, with her panda bear safely tucked under her arms, before reaching the edge of the pool, dropping the panda on the lounge chari and jumping into the water, not wasting any time.

The hours passed and the place was filled with giggles as the three of them messed about in the pool, until Brooke was growing tired and climbed out of the water.

"I'm going to go for a walk" she grinned pulling her dress over her wet bathing suit and grabbed her panda.the bear she took everywhere since Xavier won it at the fair for her last year.

"OK B stay where we can see you" James smiled as he tackled Xavier dunking him under the water.

After about 20 minutes that’s when there was an ear piercing scream that could be heard around the compound making everyone freeze. That was Brooke’s scream. The boys clambered out of the pool so fast running over to where the scream came from but they couldn’t see anything and were soon ordered by their fathers to go wait in the clubhouse.

Xavier sighed as the memory replaced in his mind.

“I should have followed her, I should have been there to protect her. I broke my promise to her” he said blinking back the tears that had formed.

"Hey you didn't know son" his dad said putting his hand on his son's shoulders.

"The thing is she doesn't even remember us, that’s what’s killing me more than anything, she doesn’t remember her family” Xavier snapped as the tears threatened to fall. "I'm going on a ride" He muttered leaving the room. He needed to clear my head, he was future president of the Blackstar Mc and he couldn’t let people see him like this. See him so weak.

One thing caught his eye as he stood on the main steps to the club house. A perfectly white kawasaki ninja pulled up the drive but he didn’t recognise the bike nor the number plate. He was so caught up over the bike he didn’t even realise that James was now by his side.

"Xav we need to talk" James said. Xavier knew what this was going to be about. "I'm talking to you as my best friend and not how a future vp would to his future prez right" he said running his hand through his hair.

"Ok bro fire away" Xavier nodded, sparking his smoke.

"I know how much you are tearing up right now, but we all are. We just found Brooke after so many years” James said “but I know that look Xav, that’s your I want this girl to be mine look”

“I can’t help it” Xavier sighed.

"I know bro, I know" James sighed "I just want to say I am fine with you being with her and couldn't think of a better person to be with her, but please protect her and don't freak her out because there are a lot of things we are going to have to explain to her." Xavier knew where James was coming from at the end of the day she was his blood.

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take a picture it’ll last longer - Peter Parker

The pics are not mine they’re from @/angelic.tsh on Instagram

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Being best friends with Peter was simple, he was a complete dork yes, but she loved how cute and nerdy he could get and Let's just say that a pool party can change a lot of things.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: no one I think lmao, just wanted to say that @/whataboutthehorizon on wattpad edited this and I love her bye. :) (It's set during homecoming)

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Being best friends with Peter was simple. Yes, he was a complete dork, but you loved how cute and nerdy he could get. Not to mention those chocolate brown eyes of his. They drove you crazy.

"Liz! Truth or dare?" Miles asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows, clearly thinking hard about the choice. "Dare" she said cheerfully.

"I dare you to invite that nerd Parker to your pool party! I bet he's still as scrawny as last year."

You suddenly choked on the water you were drinking.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Liz asked.

You nodded violently. “Yes,” you mumbled. "You're going to invite Peter to your pool party?"

She nodded and smiled softly.

“Is there a problem, Y/n?” Miles asked teasingly.

You shook your head no despite the fact that there was a problem, Peter was your secret crush, and lately he had been distant.

You continued to stay silent as you watched everyone doing exercises. MJ, your other friend was reading a book while Peter and Ned were whispering to each other.

“Hey Parker!” Miles yelled. He turned around, avoiding your worried gaze. “Wanna come to Liz’s pool party tonight?”

 Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Yeah Pete, you should come! It’ll be fun.” Liz added.

Peter blushed and started to fidget with his fingers. “Y-yeah, I think I’ll come.” He stuttered a little, which made you smile brightly.

You continued to talk with Liz and Miles. After a little bit, Spider-Man became the topic.

“I honestly love Spider-Man.” Liz smiled dreamingly.

You turned your gaze to the floor. “I love him too, but I’d love the person behind the mask even more. He's an angel. You can't deny that,” you said, still looking at the floor. You looked up a little and saw Peter smiling to himself. You thought it was weird but adorable. You smiled and blushed, still staring at him. Eventually you became lost in your mind, until MJ interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh my God, you like Parker!" she whispered with a laugh. "What? No!" you yelled.

 Everyone turned to you making you blush fiercely.  

“You what?!" Miles said, laughing his ass off.

"Okay everyone! Go back to whatever you were doing!" MJ yelled. They obeyed, but her look worried you more than the whole class staring at you.

She took your hand and pulled you to the locker room without even telling the teacher. The two of you sat down on the freezing floor.

"You like Peter," she said with a look that screamed "Don't lie to me bitch.”

You sighed and stayed quiet for a bit before nodding your head.

"I knew it!" she smiled.

Thankfully, P.E. was your last period, so after that whole ordeal, you walked home. Once you arrived home, you ran to your room and opened your wardrobe and began to sort through your bikinis. You picked up a red bikini, then a green one. After shifting through a few more, you spotted a y/f/c one that suited you. You picked it up and stared at it for a bit before actually going to the bathroom and changing into it.

__________Peter's point of view_____________

"May! I have a pool party tonight!" I said before hugging her desperately once I arrived at home. "Peter, calm down!" she laughed. She pulled away from the hug as I stared at her. I was desperate! I needed to know what to wear. Oh God, I'm worse than girls. 

I ran to my room and began searching for a pair of swimming trunks. I couldn’t find anything. Fortunately, Aunt May stepped in, holding a pair of y/f/c swim trunks. I smiled at her before getting lost in my thoughts.

It was y/n's favourite color. Lately, I had been a complete ass. I’ve been ignoring her since I became Spider-Man, and she probably hated me now. But I did it to protect her. If someone I fought with discovered she was special to me, they would kill her, and I definitely didn't want that. 

I put the swim trunks on before laying on my bed. I quickly remembered another problem: I wasn't as scrawny anymore thanks to that spider thing. Everyone was going to notice that. Shit.

 ______________ your P.O.V. _______________

 Everyone was already in their bathing suits when I walked in the house. Liz looked beautiful as always. We greeted each other before walked to the bathroom to change. 

I walked outside awkwardly. I wasn't used to walking around in a bathing suit in front of a ton of people. Some people stared at me and others didn't seem to care at all. 

Suddenly one of the guys climbed onto a table. "Look guys! The beautiful Y/n is matching with the nerd!" the guy yelled. 

I looked around blushing until I spotted the guy I was searching for. 

He was a blushing mess. He was trying to hide behind Ned, but it wasn’t working, I walked towards him, recalling the last time I saw him shirtless. I thought he was cute before but now...oh my God. 

I smiled "Peter! Hi. It's been a hot minute since we had a proper conversation." He just smiled as everyone stared at us. 

After everyone went back to whatever they were doing, I took the chance to catch up with Peter. We talked for two hours. It was as if nobody else was there. Peter showed me a part of him that I didn't know, he'd gotten confident, almost flirtatious, before he had to go away. 

I swam a little in the pool with MJ. She was my other best friend, and she knew I was worried about Peter. 

"Y/n, he probably just hangs out at home, stop worrying."

 I smiled lightly. "I’m not!" 

She shook her head before continuing to swim with me.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. Peter hadn't come back yet, so I just decided to sit by the side of the pool. I looked up and saw a blue and red figure standing on the roof. That was when all the dots connected: all the times Peter was late or the times when he just ran away was because he’s Spiderman. Peter freaking Parker was Spiderman. There was no other explanation on why Spiderman was on Liz's roof. A part of me was sad because he'd never told me, even though we were best friends, but a bigger part of me was only worried about the fact that he could get hurt. 

I climbed cautiously on the roof, everyone had gone home at that point and Liz and MJ were inside. "Hey Spiderman," I said with a smirk. He jumped and turned around with a startled expression. "Y- I mean hi," he stammered. I smirked even more. “So, why are you here Spidey?" He turned to face his feet. "Problems uhm- with a g-girl," he said. Something inside me broke. He was in love with Liz, wasn’t he? How could I think he loved me? I was useless. 

"What's the problem?" I asked as I sat beside him. 

"Well, I like this girl, but she's way out of my league. She's hella beautiful with gorgeous y/e/c eyes and soft y/h/c hair. You know, I think I love her.”

 Only then I realized how close we were. How can I make him get out of the suit? I thought as my eyes glanced all over his suit, searching for something useful. I spotted the little spider on the center of his chest. I tapped it once, nothing. I tapped it two times and boom! A shirtless Peter sat there, face bright red.

“Hi, Peter." 

His eyes widened. "How long did it take you to figure it out?" he asked. 

"Five minutes," I said with a grin. "Let’s go swimming?" I hoped I hadn't scared him too much. Thankfully, he nodded in response. 

I climbed down from the roof and ran to the pool to jump in. "Aren't you coming loser?" I yelled. I swear I saw him roll his eyes before smiling and copying my previous actions. 

After a few moments, we were alone in the pool. We were talking when suddenly, he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, leaving me stunned. After the initial shock wore off I actually started to kiss him back. 

He pulled away and smiled. "I love you," he said before getting out of the pool. I stayed there and stared at him, my eyes glued on his now toned body. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he said with a smirk. This effectively snapped me out of my trance and I smiled back.

 "I love you too, Pete." I tilted my head to the side. "I have loved you since we met." 

He smiled, "Let's get inside before MJ and Liz come out here.

” When we entered the house, we saw the two girls creepily staring at us.

 "What?" I asked, concerned with their behavior. 

"We saw it all," Liz said.

 "About time, Parker," MJ said before walking up to me. "Good luck with the nerd," she whispered. "And you.” She pointed a finger at Peter. “Treat her badly and I won't hesitate to rip your heart out of your chest, alright?"

 He nodded at her and put an arm around my waist. He kissed my temple and smiled at me. "I would never hurt her."