#IDK HOW TO TAG HELP

[fvllmetal]

I’m shit posting on main (Ling Yao edition)

I’ve made over 50 of these

[aisclosed]

Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - y. jungwon x reader

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become.

Genre : non-idol college AU, more than friends less than lovers, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pining,

Pairing: college student! Jungwon x gamer! Y/N

Warnings: swearing, lightly suggestive content, additional warnings will be added based on chapter

Featuring: NCT- Chenle, Haechan and Jaemin & Le Sserafim- Yunjin

Status: Complete :: start date: 3/25/2023

Tag list: open! send me an ask to be added! <3

A/N: Social Media AU with Written Chapters my first ever written work agshsb pls be patient w me as I figure tumblr out. slight gaming language will be included, meanings will be provided in the notes when not in the work itself! I hope u like it! Lmk what u think

profiles ^_−☆ : discrd kittens enha dt

K/D/A

0/0/1 - touch grass

0/0/2 - welcome home cheater

0/0/3 - two players one chair

0/0/4 - foolin around (bonus)

0/0/5 - #jungwonOUT!

0/0/6 - just one bite

0/0/7 - wishful thinking

0/0/8 - night night

0/0/9 - #jungwon1stWin

0/1/0 - pretty boy

0/1/ 1 - ta da!

0/1/2 - player three

0/1/3 - just jungwon

0/1/4 - for you

0/1/5 - on impulse

0/1/6 - La Raison

0/1/7 - let me in (20 cube)

0/1/8 - match found ʚ♡ɞ

Overtime

0/1/9 - won n only (bonus)

titles n chapters may change :)

[0rayzen0]

Well hello there, I'm still new to tumblr but I decided to finally start posting something.

Have my Pressure oc Elias and some stuff about him, his character design is still a wip and some things about him may change in the future.

(I hope y'all can read my god awful handwriting 😭)

[windydrawallday]

MARAUDER LOCKDOWN

... Tbh he is more of a "vagrant" but that sounds too low for his reputation IMEAN--

I'm both excited and nervous to show at last a proper reference for my own interpretation of this character 💚 I think it's not a surprise anyway for the ones that know me and my love for him ksdjhfjdsfh

I wanted to do it too so I can work comfortably on my HCs that edge in very OOC territory from the canon (and even some fanon)... and because I admit I have been enjoying sharing short stories and RPs with people again ✨ and activity I missed a lot!

And of course, this interpretation got its own whole backstory that differs from the canon and follows my HCs and concepts around his species, but I'll talk about that in another post (or if someone is curious enough to ask for it coff).

For now! Have more initial sketches from when I was developing him (this is since... 2022 gosh).

First: a time ago I used him for an old (discontinued) post-apocalyptic AU with designs inspired by hunting-scavenging clothing. A friend said he looked like Robin Hood x'D

... I almost didn't change the way I sketch digitally. Anyways. To not let this rot, you can notice I used many design cues from this one!

Then during half of the past year, I did studies of his ROTF toy because I liked how that one kept the weird silhouette of the TFA but aligned to the IDW design too!

And from there I chipped away traits and straightened others until it felt right to me.

BONUS one of the first and fastest sketches I did for him during a conversation with @goobygnarp x'D Thanks to this I not only got the courage to finish the reference but to understand WHAT design cues I wanted to keep and didn't give me too of a headache.

[ Btw that kremzeek is my rascal baby Scintilla ]

[nishaforrealsyo]

edit i made of nisha !! :) this isn’t new i’m moving it over from my twitter so you might’ve seen it at some point

song: guess by billie eilish and charli xcx

[agentwriter]

Currently learning how to draw penguins. Here’s JPG!

I also gave him a gun. Hopefully he’ll be responsible with it :D

[drowninnoodles]

TOOK ME WHOLE DAY I CANT-

EHHHHH

[limboraptor]

Introducing my new OC, Seaguana Cookie!!

I was inspired after doing some research on Galapagos Marine Iguanas, and with the release of Carameleon Cookie, why not make my own lizard cookie?? They're still a bit of a WIP, but here's what I got so far!

They come from beast-yeast, but managed to escape on a floating piece of driftwood. Since then, all they do is hitch ride on passing ships (preferably pirates since they like to watch them be all stupid and silly) and hop from island to island, curious to see the many other seas and meet the many interesting cookies that are pirates.

[sissiarte]

On a quest to make every greek mythology inspired piece of media about Cú Chulainn

ALSO IT'S MY BIRTHDAY so a great present would be to look at this fhkasd videos don't do very well here and it's still too rough to post it in youtube (which I will do once I've cleaned it up and it's more comprehensible fhdkas)

Anyways made myself cry with this enjoy :)

Music is No Longer You from Epic: the musical

[clovestarzz]

DrRetro dies and does the Family Guy death pose, caught on camera🤯🤯

[fvllmetal]

back to shit posting on main again (elric brother edition)

[aisclosed]

Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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(3.1k) written work + SMAU :: warnings: cursing

Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.  

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?” 

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?” 

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.” 

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him. 

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows. 

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes. 

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly. 

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam. 

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers. 

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.” 

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.” 

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!” 

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest. 

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation. 

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him. 

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room. 

 Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”. 

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. 

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation. 

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly. 

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders. 

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security. 

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently. 

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck. 

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.” 

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own. 

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?” 

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.” 

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.” 

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold. 

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him. 

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids. 

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze.  “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face. 

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons. 

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed. 

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers. 

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?” 

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers. 

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns. 

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume. 

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep. 

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a  discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.” 

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself. 

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows. 

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk. 

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. 

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about. 

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.” 

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later. 

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep. 

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a/n: rip fluff :( my poor stupid oblivious idiots. who's gonna tell jungwon he probably has less than 4 days :////

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[angsty-anon]

I FORGOT I MADE THIS TIME TO POST IT TO THE TUMBLR

(Also no your not glitching ibis paint doesn't let you use audio so there's no sound)

[yanderederee]

It’s came to my knowledge that some people don’t like the use of Y/n because it takes them out of the reading or something; so I thought I’d get some opinions.

I’ve been playing with the idea of using Yan or Yanchan , since it’s similar to Y/N, but is a bit more namesaking. Does that make sense?

Do we like this idea? If you do vote for it, if not what IS your preference?♡

Im writing something now using ‘yannchan’ and im finding it so endearing !!♡ ˃ᴗ˂

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Frozen genuinely works SO MUCH BETTER as a stage show then it does as a movie, probably because with musical's you have a lot more time to unpack everything, and Frozen is a VERY heavy story. Anna and Elsa's trauma is given so much more room to be explored in the musical because it doesn't need to be condensed for plot progression. We're allowed to just pause everything for like 3 minutes just to get a glimpse into what's going on in Elsa's mind, which I feel we really didn't get enough of in the original film. The extra time also gives them more of a chance to flesh out Anna and Kristoff's relationship, which, while I still think pairing them off at the end was unnecessary at BEST, does at least make them getting together make more sense then it does in the movie. They were also allowed to lean into the darker aspects of the story a lot more, since parents are less likely to take their kids to see a broadway show than they are to take them to a movie theater. The horror Elsa feels at the prospect of hurting people, or more specifically Anna, again is touched on so much more in depth in the musical. She also like, actively contemplates suicide that one time? "Do I kill the monster" - Elsa, in reference to herself. That would NOT have flown in the movie, I'll tell you that much. They're also allowed to be much hornier??? Which isn't necessarily a good thing, more neutral all things considered, but it is funny so I'll count that as a plus lmao.

Weirdly though, despite all the extra time, they did not take a minute to properly foreshadow Hans being the twist villain. Which you knew I had to bring it back to because complaining abt that fucking plot twist has been the only thing I've done in this fandom so far. In fact, I'd say the reveal is almost WORSE on stage, because they can't use all those camera angles that help build tension in the movie, and because the twist is so out-of-left-field there's literally no way to know it's coming unless you've already seen Frozen, which tbh I think the people that intially adapted the movie for broadway might've taken for granted. They took the time to give Hans his own solo number with TWO REPRISES, but don't take a moment to show the audience that he's actually the bad guy until the "if only there was someone who loved you" moment. Tbh it's kinda ironic, since the Hans plot twist is the #1 thing people tend to have a problem with in the original movie. My biggest issue with the Hans plot twist overall is that it really clutters the movie and just feels like a weird aside that distracts you from the actual. Plot. But since they have more room to work with it in the stage show, it didn't have to be that way! If they had revealed Hans' true intentions during, idk, maybe the end of the first Hans of the Southern Isles Reprise, it would've helped build tension in the later scene, because WE understand that Anna is in danger, but SHE doesn't. But alas, complaining about writing chocies you didn't like on the internet won't change them, so I am forced to look on the bright side. What is the bright side, you may ask?

RYAN MCCARTAN AS HANS THATS WHAT!!!!!!!

[darksilver-hoziersversion]

Unrequited love that stays Unrequited.

Paring: MCU!Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warning: Very sad... I guess?

Word count: 3042

Summary: This is during the No way home movie... All (Y/n) wanted was to be with his best friend. But fate has different plans for him, and it's going to crush him.

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Peter and (Y/n) had been close friends since their childhood. Ever since they met, they have been inseparable best friends. (Y/n) was the first person to know that Peter was Spider-Man, the first to know when Peter was sad, angry, or confused. In short, (Y/n) was the person Peter always ran to when he needed someone, and Peter has always been there for (Y/n) too.

Until Peter fell in love with MJ, the smart, pretty, curly-haired, quirky, and adorable girl. (Y/n) was happy for Peter that he had finally found someone he loved and cherished. He was happy that Peter finally found the person he could kiss with, hold hands in public, smile with, but it hurt to see him with someone else, especially when (Y/n) had been in love with him, for as long as he could remember. Watching Peter look at MJ with love and passion, the way he looked at her like she was a goddess made from the finest galaxy who had hung the moon. It made (Y/n) drown in jealousy.

When the time comes that Peter needs (Y/n)'s help, because the universe was collapsing. Of course (Y/n) said Yes without hesitation, he'd do anything for Peter Parker.

As (Y/n) was writing in his notebook, there was a knock on his door. "Just a sec!" he shouted, but the knock came again, and this time, he stood up to open the door. He was stunned to see Peter standing there with a small smile on his face. "(Y/n)," Peter greeted, and (Y/n) managed to stammer a response before inviting Peter inside. The shorter one gestured for his best friend to come inside. He still couldn't believe Peter was here. His face was messed up, covered in different shades of color with a little bit of blood on his forehead.

"Just-- sit, and I'll get something to clean you up." (Y/n) stumbled out of his room to the bathroom to grab the supplies without question.

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Mj gazed around the rooftop, searching for Peter. She scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. "This is where he always comes when he needs to clear his head," she murmured to herself. "He has to be here." She informed, then looked at the other Peter, they had asked where her Peter usually goes when he wants to be alone. She was certain it was this place.

"Well. He isn't here." Peter with the jacket stated, "Perhaps, you could ask someone? Does (Y/n) exist in this universe?" He tilted his head in curiosity.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" Ned beamed. "Yeah, of course he does! He's our best friend too. Thought he stays away from this side of life. You know, the dangerous part of life. but he does help Peter after the fights and stuff. He's like our doctor.

Older Peter nodded, a small smile on his lips. "That sounds like (Y/n), alright."

"Wait, you know (Y/n)?" the other Peter interjected, looking almost stunned.

"Sure do. He's my boyfriend," Older Peter replied with a grin.

"He's your what?" Ned asked, flabbergasted, his eyebrows raised.

"He's mine too!" the taller Peter exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "We've been together for 10 years." He beamed happily. "I fell in love with him in your universe," he clarified, pointing to the older Peter. "Well, not me exactly, but a version of me. You get the idea."

The idea that Peter Parker could fall in love with (Y/n) across any universe warmed his heart, but he couldn't help feeling perplexed as to why the youngest Peter was merely friends with him.

"I should, I should call him." Ned reached for his pockets and immediately dialed (Y/n)'s Phone. "(Y/n)! Hi. Um. Hi!" Ned greeted, his voice weavers a little. "So... Is Peter with you...?" He slyly ask.

Ned nodded when he got answer. "Can we go there?"

The other two Peter looked at each other, anticipating an answer.

"Oh." Ned looked downcast, nodding along to whatever (Y/n) said in the phone. When he hung up he took a deep breath and said, "(Y/n) says No. Peter said Yes... Then they were-- I don't know debating? They said we should wait here. They'll come here."

A few minutes later, Ned and Mj were chatting about different plans they could come up with, the two peter were on the roof incase the two arrives and their presence would scare them off.

"Hi." (Y/n) smiled, his cheeks red because of the cold wind. "I'm sorry we're late." He said, holding the bag of destroyed cures.

"(Y/n)!" Ned smiled back.

Then Peter emerged from behind (Y/n), his weary form swaying with burdened sorrow. With tears cascading down his cheeks, Ned and MJ rushed towards him, enveloping his frail frame in a tight embrace. Overwhelmed by the weight of his anguish, Peter crumbled into their arms, his anguished cries consuming the air around them. (Y/n) distance himself from them, giving the friends some space.

"I’m sorry." MJ said softly gently pulls back. "Peter, there’s... there’s some people here.

"What?" He looked around, then Peter leaped up, sensing them... Older Peter and the Other Peter stare down from the school’s tower, silhouetted by the moon.

Peter takes a protective stance, guarding his friends, as the two swing down.

"Hey, wait, wait-- whoa!" He exclaimed, shocked.

The other Peters’ faces say it all. Yes, we’re... you.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in disbelief. Was this really happening? Were there two other spider people standing before him from another universe? Peter had filled him in on what was going on, but (Y/n) hadn't expected to witness it firsthand.

"Sorry... about May." Older peter said.

"Yeah, sorry. I’ve got some understanding of what it--" Other peter tried to interject.

"No, no, no... please don’t tell me that you know what I’m going through.

"Okay." Other Peter whispers sympathetically, nodding.

"She’s gone. And it’s all my fault. She died for nothing." A pause, then "So I’m gonna do what I should have done in the first place." Peter reaches for The Box in MJ’s hand.

"Peter--"

"Please, don’t! You don’t belong here, either of you. So I’m sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right?"

Other Peter nods.

"So you deal with it. And if they die, if you kill them... that’s on you. It’s not my problem. I don’t care anymore. I’m done." then, sincerely "I’m really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck."

"Wait Pete." Peter reaches for The Box again, but (Y/n) gently pulls it back. He looks at Peter, "Just hear them out, please?" (Y/n) glanced at the two other Peter, which gave him a small smile in return.

"My uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault." Older Peter started, his face says everything.

"I lost..." Other Peter's voice cracked.  "I lost Gwen. My, um... she was my best friend, My MJ. I couldn’t save her. I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on, tried to, um... try to keep going, try to keep being the uh... that “Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man,” ‘cause I knew that’s what she would have wanted. But at some point, I just-- I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. but (Y/n) was there to pull me out." He glanced at him, whose eye's were wide "And I'm grateful for it. Always... When I said that those times were the worst, trust me on that Peter, I just don’t want you to end up like... like me."

"The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted. It didn’t make it better. It took me a long time to learn to get through that darkness." Older Peter continued, a small smile on his lips as he remembered his time with his (Y/n)... he remembered his time with his own (Y/n), all the good and the bad ones. But amidst the suffocating darkness, (Y/n) emerged as a radiant beacon, illuminating his life with unwavering light.

Peter is reeling. Struck by their losses. Their regrets. Their warning.

"I want to kill him. I want to tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head. Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that, “With great power--”"

"Comes great responsibility.”

The three of them look at each other. How do they know?

"Wait, what? How do you know that?"

"Uncle Ben said it." Older Peter admitted.

"The day he died." Other Peter continued.

The three Peter Parkers stare at each other, overwhelmed by this uncanny connection. Bound together across universes by those words.

"Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, Peter." Older Peter guessed.

***

(Y/n) came to a conclusion by connecting the dot together that the new people they met was Peter, but Peter from the other universes. He wanted to celebrate the fact that the Multiverse Theory was real. But he couldn't, because everything was falling apart and he didn't know how he could help other than follow them around.

He felt small, useless by the fact that by the time they were in the Chemistry lab at school, everyone was working, his Peter instructed them on what to do while he just sits in the distance looking at them as they work. He wanted to approach Peter that was wearing a lab coat, ask him why he had mentioned his name... He wanted to ask what role he played in Peter's life, but he couldn't he didn't want to interrupt him, or any of them for that matter.

"Hey," a small voice chimed in from his side, causing (Y/n) to jump in surprise. Startled by the sudden appearance, he turned to face the source of the voice, his heart racing.

"Hi," he squeaked, attempting to conceal his nervousness with a shy smile. His palms grew clammy as he struggled to find his composure in the presence of this unexpected visitor.

"You doing okay?" the newcomer asked, their voice filled with genuine concern. A gentle smile adorned their face, casting a warm and reassuring glow that eased (Y/n)'s apprehension.

"Yeah... I think." He looked down.

"If it makes you feel better... I think you look pretty tonight." Peter offered, his words laced with sincerity. His (Y/n) from his universe loved getting complements and praises, even in the worse situation. It makes his (Y/n) feel a little lightweight.

(Y/n) let out a small laugh. A faint blush crept onto (Y/n)'s cheeks, his nervous smile transforming into a more genuine expression. "Okay, that's weird..." The smile on his face not leaving. "But thanks though. You're actually the first person who told me that I'm pretty."

"Wait, really? Not even--" his head turned, and saw MJ leans her head against Peter. Peter relaxes into her. "Uhm. I'm sorry." He suddenly said.

(Y/n) who was still looking at him, with a small smile on his lips said, "What for?" He tried so hard not to look at where Mj and Peter sat. He knew what he would feel if he did, and he isn't really fond of feeling jealous, because he knows he doesn't have the right to.

"Everything. If you ever feel small or empty, just know that everyone in this room loves you so much," Peter 3 said, his voice filled with sincerity and compassion.

"How can you say that? You don't even know me," (Y/n) replied, his voice tinged with sadness and self-doubt.

"But I do... Well, the other you, from my universe. I think you two are very similar."

"Yeah? What was he like?" (Y/n) asked, a glimmer of curiosity shining in his eyes.

"Smart, kind, funny, gentle, obsessed with Academics... Cute. He has this look that could make you give in and say yes, even if he asks for something so unhinged. You'd do anything for him," Other Peter described, a fond smile forming on his lips.

"That sounds nice," (Y/n) remarked, a mixture of longing and melancholy in his voice.

"He's also very good at kissing. Can't leave that out," Older Peter added with a mischievous grin.

(Y/n) startled, holding onto Other Peter's shoulder to keep himself from falling. "You guys have to stop sneaking at me like that!"

"Sorry, just a habit," Older Peter apologized.

"Oh, yeah. Very good at kissing," Other Peter playfully chimed in.

"Well... I wouldn't know," (Y/n) replied, rolling his eyes in a lighthearted manner.

"He's very sweet you know. And I am very In love with him... And seeing you here, alone... It just brought memories..." Older Peter confessed, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

"Well, I'm sorry if my presence brought out darkness in your life," (Y/n) said, looking down, feeling ashamed and dejected. "I've always felt like I'm the problem."

"Hey, don't say that. You're not, and you will never be the problem. It's just, these so called dark time, happened because my (Y/n) wasn't there for me. And when he came into my life it was like the sun finally rose and stayed, providing me comfort and warmth,"

Peter 3 reassured him, his voice filled with genuine care.

"He's lucky, then. The two (Y/n). Very lucky. Because all I want is that," (Y/n) admitted, his voice breaking with emotion. "And... I could never have that. So, I hope he's doing great. I hope he doesn't feel what I feel now..."

"Good," (Y/n) nodded, appreciating the support and understanding.

"What have you always wanted?" Older Peter asked, his voice soft and compassionate.

"I don't know... I just want him to look at me. Like, you know..." His voice faded, and hands fumbling with the hem of his coat. "Like I'm his." His heart shattered, he knew that wasn't possible. He always convinced himself that Peter will never looked at him the way he wanted to be looked at. He tried to forget the thought that he was In love with his Best friend. So he went on countless dates, slept with some of them, but the feeling clung to him, and it seem it doesn't want to let go.

Peter 2 and 3 sat solemnly in front of (Y/n), their eyes heavy with disappointment. They had thought that every version of themselves fell in love with (Y/n). But in this universe, it seemed that fate had different plans.

Peter 3 spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "We don't understand it. We don't know why it had to be this way."

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat. It was one thing to know that the Peters from other universes were in love with him, but it was another to see the disappointment etched on the faces of the two in front of them. He knew that this wasn't their fault, that there was no way they could have predicted this outcome, but the guilt still lingered.

As they sat there in silence, (Y/n) couldn't help but think of the recent events that had transpired. The reveal of Peter Parker's secret identity and the betrayal of those they thought were their friends. It was all so overwhelming, and now, to add insult to injury, the universe had decided that he was not meant to find love.

Tears threatened to spill over, and (Y/n) couldn't bring himself to look at the two Peters in front of them. They knew that this was not their fault, that it was not the fault of anyone. It was just the cruel reality of the multiverse.

As they sat there in silence, the weight of the world heavy on their shoulders, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if they would ever find love. If they would ever find someone who would love them for who they were, and not just because of some cosmic coincidence. But for now, all they could do was take solace in the fact that they had the support of the two Peters in front of them, even if they couldn't give them the love he desired.

***

Finally, the fight was over. After bidding farewell to Ned and MJ, Peter turned to (Y/n), his voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and resignation.

"(Y/n)..."

"No," (Y/n) managed to choke out, his voice strained with raw emotion. "You can't do this, Pete. You can't take away the memories." His plea hung in the air, his tears on the brink of spilling over.

(Y/n), we have no choice," Peter's voice cracked, the weight of their predicament bearing heavily upon him.

It was so unfair. (Y/n) couldn't fathom the injustice of it all. He couldn't have the one thing he wanted, and now they were discussing erasing everything? It felt like a cruel twist of fate. Screw the universe, screw destiny. "I love you, Peter," (Y/n) confessed, taking a shaky step closer to his best friend. "But you can't just take my memories away from me. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. My life was a wreck before I met you. You saved me even before you became Spider-Man. The memories we shared are too precious to lose. I don't want to forget you." Every fiber of his being longed to kiss Peter in that moment, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. MJ was right there. Right there...

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). We have no other choice," Peter said, his words laced with sorrow. Without giving (Y/n) a hug or a comforting touch, Peter flew away, leaving him behind.

Tears fell on his cheek, his head turned to the two Peter, shaking his head. Peter 2 looked defeated, and Peter 3 was confused as to why every Peter in every universe would fall in love with (Y/n), as this universe did not, and all  Peter 3 could manage was to look a tad bit disappointed.

The last thing (Y/n) saw was Peter 3 giving him a reassuring smile. It was a smile that spoke a thousand words, conveying a sense of calmness and hope that everything will be okay. It was a smile that (Y/n) knew would stick in his mind for a long time to come.

THE END...?