#i should've made it earlier 🥹

[saturnzskyzz]

Me when you me when you me when you me when you 💓💝💖💗💕💘💞

That gif is so wholesome, AAAHHH 😭🙏🙏 💙💙💙💙

[dearhargrove]

Sink or swim

summary When the tsunami hits you're at the pier, watching in confusion and shock as the huge wave nears. You're swept away with a dozen others but gain back consciousness with a weirdly attractive guy and his.. son?

tags medical inaccuracy (I made everything medical up pls ignore it), blood and injuries, one POV change, cursing

word count 2831

a/n just watched the episodes with the tsunami and oh my god? I’m so in love with Buck, Chris and Eddie. These three are adorable. Also these episodes were just good as hell, wtf? Andddd I hope I didn’t make any of them OOC (out of character) but if I did forgive me yall 🫶🏻 also English isn’t my first language, so… 🥹

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Maybe you should've guessed what it meant when the sea started retreating and a huge wave built up more by the second. But somehow it seemed so surreal that you didn't. You clung to the thought that it was an optical illusion, after all there was no way a tsunami would hit that one time you're at the pier.

Now moments later you regret not running faster, earlier or simply finding a spot to hide. You're pulled under the surface every few seconds, swallowing mouthfuls of salty seawater that makes your nose burn and eyes blur.

You're choking when you're swept against a hard object, it's sharp edge digging into your waist. “Fuck!” you curse, though it ends in a gurgle when more water sweeps over you.

When you resurface you're facing an object that turns out to be a sunken fire truck. The red is striking against the blue and Grey around you and you could cry at relief when you manage to hoist yourself onto it.

You're exhausted, your side hurts and you're dizzy. Your phone is useless, the water having destroyed the technology. Cursing, you pocket it again and lean back. You're about to relax, aware that it could take hours for emergency services to reach you when you hear high pitched screaming. You look up, just in time to see someone with a yellow sweater being pulled towards you with the current, screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Jesus,” you swear and crawl to the edge of the truck, yelling to get their attention with your arm reached out as far as possible.

You almost faint when the person turns around and a small child looks at you, red glasses full of water and messy brown hair. He's crying, reaching out as he's struggling to stay afloat.

“Hey! I'm here, grab my hand!” You yell and lean over the ledge as far as you could. As soon as you saw that little boy you knew you'd jump after him if he couldn't grab your hand now.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on!”

Your assurance seems to help and he kicks his legs, managing to move closer to where you are. In a split second you grab his hand and pull him over the railing and onto the truck, holding the little boy close to your chest in relief.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, coughing a little as he adjusts his glasses. You try to look as calm and collected as possible, gently smiling at him and beckoning him further away from the railing and rushing water.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He shakes his head, biting his lip as he looks out at the water again. He must've been with someone else, you guess when he sits up at every piece floating by.

“Are you looking for someone?” You ask gently and he nods. He slowly speaks, hands fidgeting in his lap, “B-Buck. He's a firefighter.”

You stop yourself from cooing at this adorable child and nod, “We're gonna find him, okay? Just stay here and it'll be okay.”

He looks worried but slowly nods. You go back to sitting between him and the railing, looking out for anyone else.

Just as you spot someone, the small boy moves rapidly and pulls your shirt, “Buck! It's Buck!” He stutters loudly.

You whip your head back around to the rushing water and try thinking of a way to save him too. You couldn't just grab his hand, he would probably just pull you off the truck and you wouldn't risk leaving the kid by himself.

“Shit,” You mumble as you look for a way to help the man, the boy desperately crying out for ‘Buck’ behind you.

It seems you don't need to do much when something slams into the truck and seconds later the man pulls himself up and next to you.

And, damn. He was attractive. His dark blonde curls stick to his forehead as his blue eyes fixate on you and then the boy, strong arms holding him up as a smile builds on his lips, “Christopher!”

You move a bit as the two reunite, the boy- Christopher throwing his arms around the man's neck and giggling wildly.

You watch with a smile, the adorable sight momentarily distracting you from the tsunami keeping not just you but these two strangers trapped on top of a fire truck.

He turns around after a minute, keeping Christopher in his lap as he looks at you. He clears his throat and nods, “Thank you for saving him.” You shake your head and wave your hand in dismissal, unsure how to deal with compliments.

“No, really. I was going crazy when I couldn't find him,” his eyes are fixed on your face and you blame the heat creeping up your neck onto the temperature changes from the water and sun, smiling nervously. “It's all good. Your son is a sweetheart.”

He chuckles, “He definitely is. Though he's not my son,” he mentions, poking the boy's side when he mumbles something. You quickly nod, embarrassed. “Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed-” he shakes his head and a relaxed smile sets on his face.

“It's fine, don't worry. Did you have any luck reaching 911?” You shake your head and hold up your broken phone, screen flickering sadly as you do. He sighs and brushes a hand through his hair (you try not to stare at the hot sight because wow, what are the odds of meeting such an attractive man in the middle of a tsunami?).

“We're probably just gonna have to wait. It'll take time to get boats and units here. It probably looks like this everywhere,” he explains and you tilt your head in surprise before remembering that the kid had mentioned he's a firefighter. Meaning he knew the protocols.

“Right. Christopher mentioned you're a firefighter.” You smile when the boy perks up, a seemingly never faltering smile on his face. “Guess I'm lucky to be stuck with you. Safest I could be.” You shrug, a bashful smile on your face.

“Buck will s-save us all,” Christopher proclaims proudly and you coo at the cute boy. The man now seems a bit uneasy and sighs before his eyes widen, “Shit, right, I'm Evan. Everyone just calls me Buck, though.” You shake his outstretched hand and introduce yourself in turn, biting your lip as a nervous habit.

“So you're a firefighter?” You prompt curiously.

“It's a bit complicated right now…” He sighs, a frown setting on his forehead. You're about to apologize for overstepping when Christopher speaks up again, “He threw up blood.”

Your eyes widen and Evan- Buck pinches the boys’ side in reprimand. “Blood clots,” he elaborates as he looks at your slightly shocked expression. You hum sympathetically before realizing something. “Wait. You were the one trapped under that fire truck? On the news?”

He chuckles (which makes him even more attractive, what the actual fuck?) and nods, “Yep, that's me.”

You grimace in sympathy at the memory and automatically glance at his leg, “Is it all healed? You don't have to talk about it, it's fine if you don't-” he waves you off assuringly, looking relaxed.

“It's fine, don't worry. Yeah it healed fine, had some physical therapy and stuff but now I have blood clots kicking my a- butt.” He stops himself from cursing with Christopher on his lap and you almost smile at the adorable expression of confusion on the kid's face, when Buck presses his hands over both of his ears and whispers what he was originally going to say.

You laugh at the two and a relaxed and almost light atmosphere surrounds the three of you, momentarily disregarding your situation.

“It's kind of ironic isn't it?” He starts and you tilt your head in question. “You saved me, a firefighter, by pulling me onto a fire truck,” he elaborates and you can't help but chuckle, “Right. It should've been the other way around,” you sarcastically add and he holds up his hands in mock surrender.

You relax back against the railing, your eyes drawn to Buck again just to notice him already looking at you. You cock your head questioningly and he bites his lip before grinning, “Sorry, you're just- like, really beautiful.”

Your jaw drops momentarily before you compose yourself and hide behind your hands, “Stop! Geez,” you laugh and he does as well. You exaggerate a shake of your head as you look at Christopher who giggles happily and exclaims, “He likes you!”

Now both you and Buck fluster as he continues, “He's always angry but n-now he's happy.” You notice the small struggle of getting his words out but you couldn't care less, you'd wait hours for this sweetheart to finish a sentence if you had to.

“Oh, really?” You ask in mock surprise and he eagerly nods before Buck intervenes, “Woah, Woah. I'm not always angry. Just.. grumpy.” Christopher makes it a point to look at him and then at you, rolling his eyes and shaking his head which makes it hard to refrain from laughing.

When Christopher busies himself with leaves floating around them Buck lowers his voice a bit as he speaks to you again, “Don't get the wrong impression it’s just, it’s hard. Not being able to work, saving people and all that.”

You nod quickly, “No worries. I’d go insane if I was in your place. I’m guessing they’re keeping you from really doing anything ‘dangerous’?” You ask, careful in case of him wanting to change the subject.

He nods and drops his head back against a siren light, “It is. They’re trying to put me behind a desk! I mean, I’m supposed to be out here, saving lives, fighting fires. That’s my purpose.” He frowns and you hum to show that you’re listening.

“I know they just want me to recover, but…”

“It feels like they’re holding you back?” You finish for him. He chuckles in surprise at the accuracy of what you said and nods.

“I’m probably in no place to tell you this, but trust me, it’s worth it. Get better, do the light work and sooner than you think you’ll be back doing what you love. But if you start now and ignore your health.. it’s going to catch up with you. And it’ll be way worse than a few weeks behind a desk.”

He looks thoughtful for a moment before slowly nodding, “You're right. Thank you.” You smile and put a hand on his leg, making sure he doesn’t mind before adding, “I mean look at you, crushed by an entire ladder truck and you’re up and running already.”

“I’m just that great,” he sarcastically pats his own shoulder and you both break into laughter.

-

You don't know if it's been minutes, seconds or hours when you wake up, laying on top of destroyed concession stands and other things. Something is digging into your back, your leg is awkwardly bent and your ears are ringing.

Groaning you sit up, wincing in pain when a sharp pain strikes through your back at the movement.

Around you is just more trash and destroyed cars, you see an arm laying on one of the cars and decide to avert your eyes as quick as possible for your own sake.

Every step hurts but you keep going; walking through the flooded streets with your eyes looking for either of the two boys you’d spent earlier with or other survivors.

The sun is starting to set and you’re starting to get hopeless. You have no clue where you were, completely disoriented as you pass houses that look entirely the same. Your phone is useless and you’re alone. Shouldn’t you have met at least one person by now?

Your back has gone practically numb, same as your leg, when you see faraway lights in the distance. Your steps get quicker as you see people and to your utter relief firefighters. You don’t know if the tears in your eyes are of joy or utter despair from what happened but you couldn’t care less when a man with short, brown hair spots you and approaches.

You’re trying to walk closer when a small voice somewhere close stops you. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination but you turn around, squinting your eyes in the darkness. And then you see it. A small boy, waddling your way with his arms stretched out like he couldn’t see.

Could it be..?

“Christopher?” You see his head perk up and he tries going faster, stumbling over his own feet. Your heart drops in relief and you gather your last strength to run to him, “Hey, you remember me right?” He nods and you note the missing glasses.

“There’s help, come on,” you point out but he doesn’t look happy. He looks almost angry, “Buck.” You had almost forgotten about the charming firefighter. But your priority right now was Christopher.

“We’re gonna find him. Let’s get you help first,” you say with fake enthusiasm in your voice. He doesn’t look okay with that but stays silent and you awkwardly wrap your arms around him after making sure he’s okay and lift him into your arms.

It’s hard to avoid any obstacles while walking but you manage, seeing the brown haired man from a few minutes ago still there.

“Hey! I need help! It’s a kid!” You yell.

He waves you over while walking towards you and as soon as you can actually see him you’re once again surprised. What was it with these firefighters and their good looks? Jesus.

When he’s close enough you nudge Christopher, “There’s help, he’s gonna make sure you’re okay,” you nod at the man and he stands still before running the last feet over to you, basically ripping the child from you.

“Chris!” He cries, clutching the kid with all his might. Oh, this must be his father.

You smile, relieved that they found each other. He looks up at you with gratitude, “Thank you so much. Thank you.” You just smile.

“He’s found us himself. I couldn’t find him after..” you don’t even know what happened- you just know you passed out and woke up alone. Sighing you rub your temples and shake your head.

“You should get checked out, too. You’re barely walking,” the medic (you guess) advises. You take in the people behind him, the full cots and stressed professionals. “I’m okay. There’s people that need more help,” you nod.

He frowns and shakes his head, “I could tell you at least two injuries of yours that need treatment. Come on.” He nods his head in the direction of one of the tents and you chuckle but follow him. At least you try to. Four more steps and your legs give out, you clutch a random person's arm to prevent your fall, mumbling a sorry when they just barely catch you.

The ringing in your ears is back and you groan when you’re laid on one of the cots, your back protesting painfully.

Your vision is blurry and you can’t understand what’s being said - what the hell was happening to you?

-

“Wait, she’s- she was with me and Chris.” Eddie looks up in confusion as he hooks you up to an IV, checking your pupils with a small torch. “What?”

Buck nods, “Yeah, she saved Chris and then me. When the last wave happened she was swept away- we were all swept away.”

Eddies brows furrow and she looks down at you, your hair a damp mess, clothes dirty and bloody. “She saved Chris?” His best friend nods and crouches down next to you - Eddie notes the pained groan he tries to conceal as he does so - extending a hand and awkwardly patting your shoulder.

“Will she be okay?”

Eddie's answer is interrupted when you open your eyes and wince at the lights surrounding the tent.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Buck asks before Eddie can get a word out, and you almost faint again seeing these two fine men looking down at you with concern. Great first impression, you think.

“Feel like I was in a tsunami,” you grunt and both of them laugh a bit. A third voice pops up next to you, “We were in one, silly.” Leaning over your head and looking upside down at you was Christopher, a smile on his face.

You huff a laugh and hum, “You’re right. Smart boy.”

Eddie looks at Buck at the exchange and he just shrugs with a grin. Chris walks to Eddie and leans into his side, eyes still on you.

“Is there something on my face, or..?” You ask half joking as three pairs of eyes stay trained on you.

“Just beauty,” Buck grins and there’s a second of silence before Eddie gags and rolls his eyes, “That’s so creepy, díos.” You laugh as Buck tries defending himself, simply looking just as cute to you as earlier.

[yxngbxkkie]

long-distance (b.c)

i saw an edit of chan from channie's room, and i had come up with this idea for him. i want and need this man so much, he's so fucking PRECIOUS 🥹 anyway, i hope you guys like it 🩷🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

Two minutes after you open your laptop, a video call from Chan appears. A smile graces your lips as you answer it with no hesitation. It gets bigger when his face appears on screen.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles at the camera, his dark eyes checking every inch of your face.

It's been almost a month since the two of you have video chatted. Especially with Chan being busy with schedules.

“Hi, my baby,” you greet him, leaning your chin on the palms of your hand. “How are you?”

Chan leans back in his chair, releasing a hefty sigh. “It was okay. It was kinda busy, but it wasn't unbearable,” he mentions to you.

You pout, wishing you could give him a tight hug. “I'm sorry, baby. The good news is that you have your vacation coming up!” You attempt to cheer him up, wanting to relieve his stress a little.

“I do, yes! I'm super excited about it,” he tells you, clasping his hands together. “Speaking of vacations, I have a surprise.”

“What is it?” You ask him with wide eyes, watching him get up from his desk. Chan walks off the screen, and you're curious as to what his surprise is.

You tap your fingers on your cheek, hearing your phone vibrate against the desk. Before you have the chance to look at it, your boyfriend comes back on screen.

“Okay! So, I just sent you something,” he giggles, shaking the phone in his hand.

“I'm nervous,” you chuckle while grabbing your phone. You open Chan's text to see a link. You furrow your brows, quickly glancing at him before clicking the link.

Your jaw drops when you see a boarding pass in your name. A boarding pass that leads to South Korea. Your heart beats wildly against your chest as the surprise sets in.

“Chan…” you trail off, tears coming to your eyes. “Are you serious?”

He nods his head, a fond smile on his plump lips. “Of course, baby. It's been two years since I've had you in my arms. I have a week of vacation coming up, and now so do you. Come spend it with me,” Chan explains, his thumbs stroking the back of his hands.

You cover your mouth, holding in your sobs. “Of course I'll come spend it with you,” you tell him, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Oh my god. I can't believe this.”

“I can't wait to see you,” he smiles, running a hand through his hair. “I can't wait to kiss you.”

You playfully roll your eyes, recalling all the times he's told you how much he's missed kissing you. “Are you buying me a plane ticket just so you can kiss me?” You ask jokingly.

“You know it's not like that!” Chan groans, tilting his head back. “That's just a perk to being your boyfriend.”

“To kiss my lips?” You ask, poking your lips with your finger.

He winks, nodding his head. “You have really pretty lips, baby,” Chan smugly says, biting his lip.

“You know who also has pretty lips,” you mention, smirking at your computer screen. Chan hums in response, tilting his head. “You, baby.”

“Me!? No way,” he scoffs, bringing a hand to his lips to feel him.

You swear the first thing that you do when you see him is slap him. “Yes, you! Your lips are thick, baby. Nice and plump for me to kiss,” you smooch the air, chuckling afterward.

“You're crazy,” he huffs, shaking his head with a smile.

You rest against your hands again, feeling your heart flutter at the sight of him. “Crazy for you,” you smoothly compliment him.

“God, I should've made your flight date earlier,” he mumbles, his hand rubbing his chin. His eyes meet yours, and both of you stare quietly for a few moments. “I need you with me right now.”

You pout again. “I wish I could be there now, but soon enough, I'll be there,” You do your best to reassure him, making a heart with my hands.

He returns the heart, pouting also. “I'm counting down the days,” Chan whispers loud enough for you to hear.

~

Your heart is racing in your chest as you step out of the terminal. Your eyes are quickly looking around to find Chan. You stand on your toes, releasing a quiet gasp when you spot him.

“Baby!” You call out, not wanting to gain attention for shouting his name.

Chan hears your voice, quickly turning his head in your direction. The two of you run to each other, avoiding the other travelers around you.

You crash into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan slides his hands across your lower back, pressing you against him. You hide your face in his neck, trying your best not to cry.

“My baby,” he whispers into your ear, rubbing your back gently.

Your fingers run through his hair, pressing light kisses on his neck. “I've missed you so much,” you cry out, gripping onto the hoodie he's wearing.

He pulls back so he can look at you, placing both hands on your cheeks. A few tears run down your cheeks, feeling Chan's thumb wipe them away.

“I've missed you too, baby,” he kisses your forehead.

You leaned on your toes, smashing your lips with his. “I love you,” you mumble into the kiss, petting his fluffy hair.

“I love you,” Chan says, stroking your cheeks.

You hug him tightly again, and the two of you start to sway back and forth. It felt really good to be in his arms again, especially after not seeing each other for two years.

“C'mon, there's a car waiting for us,” he mentions while rubbing your back.

You pull away from each other, and he instantly grabs your hand before leading you towards baggage claim to receive your luggage.

There's a comfortable silence between you both as you walk through the airport. You look at everything around you, trying to spot if you see any words you might recognize from your Korean lessons.

You bite your lip in disappointment, not being able to recognize anything. You rest your head against Chan's arm, squeezing his hand as you take the escalator down to the first floor.

“My Korean lessons aren't helping me,” you pout at him, tilting your head back to look at him.

He giggles while stroking the back of your hand, meeting your gaze. “No? Why do you say that?” He asks, both of you stepping off the escalator. “Whenever we try to converse in Korean, it sounds good!”

“Yeah, but I can't read anything,” you huff out, releasing your own giggle.

Chan leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Don't worry, baby, I'll read it for you. You just stand here and look pretty,” he taps your nose before going to grab your suitcase.

“When did you get so smooth?” You ask him, biting your lip again as you go to follow him.

He comes back with your suitcase, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Ever since I laid my eyes on you. I'm just really excited that you're here,” Chan mentions, grabbing a hold of your hand again. “Now, let's go get you something to eat.”

~

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[periprose]

Playstation Spidey is sooo blorbo- I love himmm. May I request something where Pete and Reader have been too preoccupied with studying and taking exams all week that when their date arrives on Saturday, they don't do anything but makeout instead cause they miss each other so much?🥲 (I just wish I had a Peter Parker to kiss😔)

I love him too and this idea is just 🤌🤌. I hope it's okay I made this a friends to lovers instead? :)

Your phone buzzes with a new message from Peter.

Peter: hey we still good for Saturday? the study date at the library?

Peter: sorry for not picking up earlier. Phys 403 is kicking my ass 🥹

You giggle to yourself. Peter had been so excited to see you this week- he was terribly busy with internships and FEAST and every single exam that was assigned this week.

You had half the workload he did, and you struggled to finish things, so you had no idea how he did it. It was quite irritating, not being able to catch up with Peter as often as you'd like, but you were hanging on for Saturday.

Even now- he strangely missed your calls and would usually pick up ASAP- and May's told you he's not at FEAST, so it's really confusing to you where he'd be. But you're not concerned, because you have exams to study for.

You: Yea we're still good pete

You: don't stress about it. worry about your exam

Peter: 🫡 will do ma'am

You laugh, picturing Peter saluting to himself.

/

The timer for your Shakespeare exam just rings as you hand it in to your professor, who gives you a firm, steely nod. You know how strict he is- he doesn't always allow for students to hand in things after the time's up, and even as you leave the classroom, you hear students pleading with him to let them hand in their exams.

You shrug to yourself, and turn the corner of one of the many hallways of Empire State University- bumping straight into Peter.

"Oh-!" You topple over, and although at your trajectory in the air you should've fallen over Peter, he somehow has enough strength to keep you upright in the air, holding you gently by the waist, and before you can think too much about his surprisingly strong capabilities, he's set you down again already.

"All good?" Peter asks, and you nod bashfully.

"Yeah. Just finished my Shakespeare exam. Not sure if I did all that well." You tell him, and Peter raises his eyebrows.

"With Strict Dr. Powell, huh?" Peter gives a wary glance past your shoulder, and then leans in extra close, seemingly not noticing how you fail to maintain eye contact. "Just between you and me, I'm pretty sure he's not actually tenured."

"What?" You stare up at him in surprise. "How else would he be qualified to teach a fourth year English course?"

"Well, let's just say I did a little sleuthing after getting a C- on my last essay. I know, I know what you're going to say-" Peter shushes you as you laugh, taunting him about an unusually low grade. "It was on Asimov, you know? Father of Science Fiction?"

"I think that was H.G. Wells, Pete."

"Right, whatever." But Peter's features bristle with that familiar fondness for you, and you smile softly at him as he continues. "I knew even if my essay wasn't perfect, a C- was really lowballing what it should've been. So I searched some of the school records, and he's actually named Powalski. ESU's letting him stay tenured even though he's only been a professor for five years. My guess is that they owe him some kind of favour."

"And that's why our poor student body has to worry about failing English classes this year, when they should be easy. Because of one crazy professor." You surmise, and Peter nods. "Still, I can't believe you went through the school records! How did you even access them?"

"Uhhhh..." Peter shrugs as he starts backing away, a slightly flustered look on his face. "Parker luck?"

"Peter, I thought that was supposed to mean bad luck." You retort, laughing over his antics.

"Yeah, I never said I wasn't in hot water for doing that." Peter jokes, and he flashes a peace sign at you. "I gotta head to my Physics exam. Talk to you later?"

Before you can respond, Peter suddenly squeezes your shoulder in a quick move, and he takes a moment, staring at your face, and your mouth, before dashing off. "I'm sure you did great on your exam, regardless!"

"Thanks." You're left with a sheepish smile that you shake off your face when Peter's far in the distance, unaware that he's got the same expression on his face.

/

Peter's kind of struggling a little bit with physics.

Sure, he's a total brainiac, and he's sure to ace it even with his current mood- he's just terribly distracted.

You smelt really good today. Like warm, vanilla-cinnamon goodness. Peter's heightened senses tell him you've got a new perfume.

But he's more focusing on your lips for some reason. Ugh, no. Peter knows why he focuses so much on your lips- you just happen to smile in the cutest, sweetest way.

And just now- you had laughed in the funniest way, your lips curling into a pout that Peter was sure was seared into his mind for good.

Oh, no. I'm a total goner. He gets back to his exam, ignoring this urge to kiss you.

/

There's a knock at your apartment door just as you're finishing tidying up. Your living room tends to be pretty ugly, and the last thing you want is for Peter to think you're a slob.

Peter calls your name through the door. "I'm not going to think you're anymore messy than I am. Stop cleaning! We gotta leave soon if we want to make it for our allotted study room time, and I just need to use the bathroom."

You shake your head, give yourself one last glance in the mirror, and then open the door.

"Finally. God, dude, you would think your apartment is a pigsty or something. I'm only going to be in here for five minutes." Peter jokes. "You would hate to see mine."

"Is that why you've never invited me there?"

"Uh, yeah. Otherwise you could crash whenever you wanted to there." Peter suddenly turns red. "I mean... you know, you're always tired after class and your apartment is further away from ESU than mine is."

"It's fine, Peter. No need for rambling." You reach forward, wanting to take the books out of his hands- you notice a slight scar on his palm. "Hey, what's that?"

"Ah, just an accident at Octavius' place. No big deal, it'll be gone before I know it." Peter randomly opens a door. "This the bathroom? No, it's a closet. Darn these misleading doors..."

"Down the hall, to the right, Peter."

He nods, and you suddenly feel a wave of giddy energy as he's gone. Yes, you've crushed on Peter for a while- you just don't think it's going to go anywhere since you're both so busy.

You're reapplying your lip balm when Peter wanders back to you a couple minutes later.

"Ah, should we go?" You say, slightly muffled as you continue reapplying. It's a delicious honeydew flavour- you can't help but eat your lip balm off your lips from time to time.

"Yeah..." Peter struggles to say something, anything, and you catch his eyes drifting from yours, to your lips.

"Is something wrong?" You look up at him uncertainly. "There wasn't enough toilet paper, was there?"

"Shoot. Might've used the last bit, sorry." Peter jokes, but he turns quiet, and he grows a little pink.

"Well, if that's all, let's get going." You put your lip balm back in your pocket, and move to get your coat out of the closet, but Peter grabs your arm with that too-quick motion he always seems to possess.

Peter wordlessly cradles your face- there's something echoing through his expression right now, affection, the kind, softness you've always known him to possess, but something else, too. Yearning.

You can't help but smile up slightly confused at him, not sure of his intentions, and while you're not stupid, you're not going to assume anything.

Peter doesn't hesitate and simply leans in and kisses you, a soft kiss that turns a lot more firm as you're pulled inwards by his hands, and you eagerly kiss him back, and you feel him grinning widely when he knows that you've wanted this as much as he had.

It's easy, it's always fun when it's with you, and he figures you both need stress relief anyways. Rather than studying chemistry in the library.

You reach upwards, and run your fingers through his brown, soft hair, and Peter groans ever so slightly against your mouth, which pleases you.

Suddenly he lets go, deeply red and looking a little woozy, but he still holds you close. "Sorry, I- I got a little carried away there."

"Don't be sorry. I wanted to do that too." You admit, a little shyly. "Are you okay with not studying?"

"Really? That's what's on your mind?" Peter looks genuinely a little aghast, even if he is joking. "I must've not kissed you hard enough."

Peter brings you to your couch, where you kiss him again, taking the lead in a way that makes his stomach flip-flop, not dissimilar to the way he feels when he free-falls off a building. You clamber onto his lap, trying to be gentle- and he pulls you down fully on him, wanting to feel every inch, every millimeter, even, against his body. There's an excited thump in his body for every squeeze he makes against you, and he feels his restraint leaving him when you suddenly sweep your tongue into his mouth.

Even when you leave room for air, Peter is insistent, reaching forward with more little kisses all over your cheek, and you reach back again for him, pressing your lips against his, feeling like there's no need to ruin this time with talking.

He really likes that. These are precious moments, few to be found considering how busy you both are, and Peter intends to make the most of it.

[mikachacha]

𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada got drunk during a celebratory party and you saw some pretty wild videos of her when her teammates took her home

Warnings: Drunk Bada and some shenanigans 💀

(A/N: Idk if I got this as a request or just a suggestion. It was on my fic wheel so I gave it a shot 🥹🥹)

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"So uhh.. Bada had way too much to drink earlier at the celebratory party.." Tatter explained as they had to drag Bada's ass to your shared house. You looked at your very drunk girlfriend and helped them drag her to the couch. You invited the girls for coffee and tea which they gladly accepted since it was a rather chilly night.

"Unnie, you should've seen how Bada-unnie panicked because she got drank and she was scared you might get angry at her for that." Lusher recalled while Tatter fumbled with her phone to show you the exact video and some more. Bada was close in tears, words slurred as she was repeatedly calling your name and saying sorry that she was drunk which you found funny and endearing. She's still thinking of you even in that condition. You found more videos like Bada singing at the top of her lungs along with team Bebe who were equally as drunk except Lusher and Tatter who's on look out duties. It was pure chaos.

"Did she just kiss her phone screen?" you asked after seeing a short clip of Bada kissing her own phone screen. The two girls burst out laughing at the memory of their leader flirting with the phone screen and even kissing it multiple times.

"A little bit of context.. So Bada-unnie wanted to call you earlier to let you know she might be home later than she told you but then got distracted since she saw your picture on her lock screen. Began flirting with the said picture and kissing her phone multiple times." Lusher explained and you glanced at your drunk girlfriend on the couch then at the girls. Dear goodness. Bada gets absolutely chaotic whenever you're not around. You weren't able to come earlier since you were working on your business.

You watched more videos the two took before you called a cab home for the girls so they can finally get some much needed rest. After you were sure that they're okay, you went to your girlfriend who's awake and looking very confused.

"Where am I?? Why is it so quiet?" Bada asked while looking around. She couldn't remember how she got there or how she got home.

"Baby Lusher and Tatter took you home since you got really really drunk at the party." you explained to her and she looked up at you, a grin on her face before turning back into a confused expression.

"Wait, why do you look like my girlfriend?? Are you trying to be her so I'll go home with you? No thanks! I only love my Y/N.. No impostors could ever take that.." Bada slurred out that got you giggling. She really is drunk but it made you happy that even in that state, she won't be going off with anybody.

"Dummy. It's Y/N or have you forgotten?" you crossed your arms over her chest and she looked at you, squinting as if it would help her see better. She made a loud gasp before pulling the best innocent smile she could ever make.

"Oh hi baby.. I'm not drunk, I swear.. Just tipsy." she says and you sat down on the couch with her. She immediately leaned on your shoulder, giving you a kiss on the cheek before falling asleep. Knowing that she wouldn't be budging any time soon, you carefully got up to get some comforters, pillows and blankets from your room and set it down on the carpeted floor. You struggled to get Bada on the make shift bed but you eventually did. You helped her change clothes and freshen her up the best way you could so she'd be comfortable.

When you were finished tending to her, it was almost 3 am. You yawned and snuggled up against your girlfriend and fell asleep. The next morning, you woke up rather late since you slept late as well. Panic sets in because you're supposed to be at work right now plus making Bada something since you know too well that she's got a nasty hangover. Speaking of Bada, you sat up and found the spot next to you empty. You're confused. Did Bada went somewhere without waking you up?

"Baby? Where are you?" you called out and Bada peeked from the kitchen, a smile gracing her lips as she looked at you who just woke up.

"I'm here, my love. Was just about to wake you up with breakfast.. Well brunch in bed but I see that you're already awake." she says and you got up, going towards her before hugging her tight.

"You were so drunk last night.." you told her and you could feel her tense up. You looked up at her, she looked rather nervous at the mention of her getting so drunk the night before.

"How drunk are we talking about here?" she asks and you pulled away to sit on the chair to eat some toast. Your stomach is already rumbling from hunger.

"Like very very drunk. I think Lusher and Tatter forwarded the videos on the group chat then when they left, you woke up for a bit and you were really confused. Then you accused me of being fake and trying to seduce you before you fell asleep on my shoulder." you gave her a rundown of some events and Bada's cheeks as well as the tip of her ears are as red as a tomato. She sat down, eyes wide as she looks at you, wanting to find out if you're joking or not but seeing you're telling the truth, she just rested her head on the table. She's mortified by her drunk actions.

"Really? I did those? Babe.. I'm really sorry I put you through that. I swear I'm not gonna drink that much again." Bada was beyond guilty that she gave you such a hard time taking care of her considering you're already tired from running your family's business that you inherited.

"Hey baby.. It's okay. Maybe just tone down on the soju a little bit next time so you don't end up like that?" you assured and she sighs, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"Will do.. How about this, we stay in today and watch movies while cuddled up. Then we order food and drinks so you don't have to cook. And then I massge your feet and shoulders since I know you're stressed the past few days?" she offers and you felt like a kid who just received the best gift on Christmas hearing her offer. You could really use a day off right now and what Bada's offering is perfect.

"Deal!" you grinned and she chuckles, feeding you some bacon. She's glad that you're not too mad at her and that she could spend some quality time with you after not being able to due to the competition and your business.

[youunravelme]

congrats on 1k!! your writing is one of the best i’ve ever read, you deserve all the love you’re getting and more 🥹 could you please write something with jealous barzy? you can write it however way you want!

thank you so much anon!

i just love jealous barzy! so i'm SO glad you requested! (plus i've had an ask in my inbox asking for a jealous barzy and i never got around to writing it, so to that anon, i'm sorry! i hope this makes up for it!)

why was he so irritated? you were his, he posted you on his instagram for fuck's sake. there was no doubt about it. and even if there was any confusion on your relationship status, the giant rock on your hand said enough.

so why was he so bothered by you talking to hischier on your way back from the bathroom?

first of all, hischier shouldn't be on the hudson river. sure, the devils played at ubs that night, but he should've gone back to his side and found a bar in new jersey.

or literally any other bar.

second of all, hischier was a nice guy, mat could admit, he might've even been a little funny. but mat was positive that he wasn't funny enough to warrant the way you were throwing your head back and laughing.

it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, he had just gotten a hat trick that night, he scored the game winning goal. he should've been fine. but all he could think about was why you were laughing at hischier's joke instead of kissing him.

"you look like you're gonna kill the kid," bo horvat came up behind him and clapped mat on the shoulder.

mat rolled his eyes and shrugged the man off. "i'm fine."

"if you're so worried about it, which you shouldn't be, go get your girl. i'm sure she'd be happy to see you."

he almost didn't. he almost stayed in his spot up against the bar, watching you. but then you laughed so hard you snorted, a sound he could pick out of a crowd because he loved that part of you so much. it was a quirk he didn't realize he was incredibly possessive of until that moment. it was that moment that had him moving across the bar to get to you.

in an instant, his arm was wrapped around your waist, an action that shocked you out of your stupor for a moment until you smelled his cologne lingering on his clothes.

"hi baby," you smiled, and for a moment, mat forgot why he was even heated. "i was just talking to nico here about the game."

oh.

right.

hischier.

"really?" mat asked, hoping he sounded casual and not at all territorial. but the truth was his arm tightened around you at the captain's first name leaving your mouth.

"mhm," you hummed. "he played an impressive game, despite the outcome, don't you think?"

impressive isn't the word he'd use. irritating was more like it considering hischier had actually scored on mat earlier in the game.

thankfully, or maybe not, hischier jumped in before mat had to admit that the man played a good game. (he was usually such a good sport, just not when his fiancée was involved.)

"your boyfriend here played a good game, though," nico started. "got a hat trick--"

but mat interrupted before he could continue on. "fiancé," mat corrected. "we're getting married in the off season."

he didn't know why he said that. the date hadn't been set officially, but it was slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it.

hischier blinked and nodded. "right," he said. "sorry."

you cleared your throat and smiled. "it was nice talking to you, nico. see you around!"

not if mat could help it.

you were pulling mat away from the swiss man and towards a table full of his teammates, but you stopped halfway and crossed your arms over your chest.

"wanna tell me what that was about?"

he shrugged but wouldn't meet your eyes, until you took a hand on his chin and redirected his line of sight. "mathew."

he rolled his eyes and sighed. "i missed you."

"aht," you made a noise in the back of your throat. "try again." he scowled but didn't say anything. "were you jealous?"

he scowled even harder, if that was even possible. "i just didn't like that all your attention was on him," he said.

"mat, baby," you replied, hands cupping his face. it was the first moment of serenity he'd felt since driving you to the bar. the cold metal of your ring was soothing the heat that had been simmering under the surface the entire time you were talking to the devils' captain. "i was just being nice."

"i know," he groaned.

"so what's the problem? i'm going home with you at the end of the day."

mat smirked and snaked his arms around your waist. "yeah you are."

you rolled your eyes, but stood on your toes to kiss him anyway. "let's go home, i hear we have an offseason wedding to plan."

[idiotwithanipad]

This may or may not be a shameless self-insert / new OC🙂‍↕️

She looks exactly like me but her personality is way off from mine😂And my name isn't Amy so there's that👍🏻

When I said I wanted to haunt Button House, I meant it🥹

I'm diabolical...

The Sun was out, the sky was blue, and the grounds were bustling with people frolicking about the green meadows. The ghosts made themselves busy by joining in the fun, watching the people playing golf, pretending that it was themselves who sipped casually on glasses of ice cold lemonade.

Julian stood beside each golfer and pretended that it was he who made the swing. The Captain analyzed each swing and it's accuracy, giving compliments to each hole-in-one scored. Fanny and Kitty basked in the sunshine and reminisced on the taste of lemon water and fresh fruit. Pat kept an imaginary score board and cheered each time someone even came close to getting a hole. Thomas stood idly beside the scout leader, shielding his eyes from the sun as each ball flew by.

A woman and a strangely dressed younger woman stood on the warm grass talking, nobody seemed to pay attention to them or their conversation, but a certain fur-clad someone lurked beside the younger woman, admiring the stars on her thick hoodie and trying to catch the sun raises reflecting off of her spiked choker.

Soon, the younger woman excused herself and turned on her thick heeled boot, heading back towards the house.

"Eh, typical. The youths nowadays don't appreciate a game of golf, do they, pat? Y'know, can't do a single thing without their smartphones". Julian scoffed, brushing off his cuffs and returning his attention to the next golfer. Pat watched as the woman disappeared back inside the house, shaking his head slightly; it baffled him how someone could want to skip out on such a beautiful day.

The woman passed reception and headed upstairs to one of the rooms, unlocking the door and heading inside. Her bag rested against the headboard of the bed, she sat down on the edge and reached inside for an item she'd been craving all day. She brought out a semi-cold can off Monster and cracked it open, the sweet scent making her dry mouth water.

"Ay, where you go?" Robin muttered, he took his eyes off the girl for only a moment to watch Julian 'swing', he could've swore he heard no footsteps or gravel crunching under her boots; they should've DEFINITELY made a sound with how big they were.

Curiosity tugged at his brain as he seemed to be puppeteered back to the house, sniffing around and looking left and right. Nobody saw him, but he was more than used to that, but as his eyes scanned the empty reception area, a violent coughing came from upstairs. Choking.

"Ooh..." Robin's eyes widened and his knees almost began to quake as he started up the stairs towards the noise. It got louder and louder and more severe as he went, followed by a startling 'thud'. He picked up his pace and began to smell a sweet, sickly stench coming from a door up ahead down the corridor.

The eerie silence which followed made him curious as he waited a few seconds before entering the room. He passed his head through the wooden door and looked around, his eyes almost immediately landing on the floor. Or at least, to the young woman from earlier lying on the floor, the sweet scented liquid spilled out onto the floor.

"AY! She dead!" Robin bounded back outside onto the lawns, his eyes bulging and his jaw slack. Everyone else turned to face him in confusion.

"What? Who's dead?" Fanny questioned, her stiff arm bobbing back and forth at her side as she turned to face the crazed caveman.

"Girl with big stompy boot! She-..." Robin held his hand up to his mouth, his pinkie stuck out as though he were holding a wine glass.

"Glug glug glug, crrck! -" His free hand came up to thump against his chest and his eyes rolled back. A supposed pantomime of someone dying.

The ghosts eyed each other, unable to hide the puzzled looks on their faces.

"... Come again" Pat chimed, clasping his hands together and bouncing up and down on his heels.

Robin groaned in exasperation and focus solely on Pat.

"Look, big stompy boot girl drink, have big cough, then dead. She upstair. Come!" Without waiting, Robin spun around and ran back towards the house, beckoning them as he went.

Suddenly full of curiosity, the rest of the group followed suit and remained silent.

"See? TOLD YOU!" Robin pointed. The girl stood in the corner or the room, staring down at her own body still lying dead on the wooden floor, the now empty Monster can free of her hand and crumpled slightly beside her. The rest of the ghosts gasped and gawked at the stranger. Her eyes, under their coat of eyeshadow and eyeliner bulged in horror.

"Oh, well, hello, pet. Welcome to Button House, my names Pat Butcher. Um, sounds a little awkard when you say out out loud, really, but you're a ghost now. Nothing to be frightened of" Pat beamed, seemingly forgetting about the arrow speared through his neck.

The girl's eyes kept darting between Pat and the bed, or better yet, what was under it.

"Uh, can someone- down 'ere.."A voice chimed. Thomas got down onto his knees and peered under the bed, spotting Humphrey's head resting on the polished floorboards.

"Oh no, not you, anyone but you-" Humphrey's pleads were cut short by Thomas grasping his head in his hands and pulling him up from under the bed, securing him into the crook of his arm. The girl's jaw hung loose as she stared at the decapitated head now facing her.

"Ah, there you are, uh, hello, my names Humphrey. I'm- just a head at the moment but my body should be somewhere around here" Humphrey mused; it'd been so long since he'd felt the fear of first becoming a ghost and reacting to the uncomfortable new fate.

The girl couldn't muster any words, except gawking and gasping at the unknown strangers stood before her, each one inching closer by the second.

"What are those beastly things clamped over her ears?" Fanny blurted, her eyes scanning the strangely dressed girl.

"Oh, I'm not sure, but she looks scared, Fanny. Let's not pry just yet". Pat suggested, looking back at the elder woman with an awkward grimace.

"Well anyway, she can be my friend, she can stay in my room. Can't you, new girl?" Kitty beamed, giggling and clapping her hands.

"Now now, Kitty, let's not get ahead of ourselves. The poor thing's scared to death, probably confused also, she just needs some guidance" The Captain asserted, ignoring his poorly timed pun, tucking his stick beneath his arm and pressing his heels together.

Robin lifted a finger and leaned forward.

"Uh, me find first" The caveman added proudly.

"Uh, actually, Robin, I've been under that bed for a week now, so technically I found her first" Humphrey bragged.

"You see her die from under there?" Robin pried.

"Well, no actually, I just saw her shoes. Or boots, rather. The size of those things-" Humphrey muttered, his forehead creasing at the mere memory of the giant stompers.

"I didn't see her fall to the floor, too far off to the side for me to see, so"

"HA! I hear her do big cough from all way downstair!" Robin blurted. The captain and Pat could tell the situation was becoming tense between Robin and Humphrey, as they watched the girl shuffle further into the corner, her knees gliding through a chair which was situated against the wall. She stared down at it in horror and leapt out of the way.

"Yeah, don't worry, Poppet, you get used to that" Humphrey smiled.

[dutchannanas]

HAON IN AMSTERDAM 🇳🇱🇳🇱

Y'ALL HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE

He was here with DJ SMMT again but his demon mascot was here too !

Lil' bro collected two bra's during the concert!

The concert started at 8pm and dj smmt entertained us the first 15 minutes with remixes of populair songs before Haon showed up. He messed his lyrics up only once.

I do think he should've dropped his album haonoah earlier because it was pretty obvious (to Haon as well) we barely new the lyrics 💀

His older songs (or verses) were hyped up like crazy. That made me happy :)

The concert officially ended at 10pm but at 9:30pm he stopped performing for real and took the time to take some more photos and signed autographs. Me and my friend's girlfriend were close but unfortunately didn't make it 😩 it would've been so cool for my blog page 🥹

Although it wasn't a long concert, it was an amazing experience, Haon was amazing (still shy about solo tour lmao) and I even added some girls on Instagram who enjoyed my vibe 💅🏻

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy STS, Elli! Storytime first. I scrolled through your Till Death tag for like 15 mins looking for this sentence, bc I thought it was in 30 Days 30 Lines, only to realize it was in your wip intro and I should've just looked there. Oh well. Anyway! I think about this sentence often: One tiny barrier between his broken body and the teeth of the forest, but perhaps it was enough. "The teeth of the forest" is just beautiful. It haunts me. <3 Do you have any fave lines or moments you're super-special-proud of? Care to share?

Happy STS!

Aw, thank you 🥹 The teeth of the forest haunt him, too! :D

I have a few in Till Death, but they're also pretty spoilery.

Another I came across earlier I put in with a little giggle. This one is from Thorns:

Was this all it came down to in the end? The Ceodh’s sadistic pleasure to see them suffer, thinly veiled behind a made-up greater cause?

Yeah. The. The Ceodh's sadistic pleasure. Yep. Their fault. Not the author's.

Also you know, the last scene of Glass Shards. For the whole damn year I wrote it, I had this scene in mind, the two of them in front of the window, with the rainbow shards Damien put together, finally happy 🥹

[welcome-to-oslov]

Loving all the Gersha debate even the negative ones!

You might be onto something though on us having terrible taste in characters, because I also do like Besha too, the slimey little weasel that he is. 😆😆 Idk he just grew on me.

Just wanted to add/elaborate on how I view Gersha and his earlier actions.

I don't deny that Gersha treated Tilrey terribly in the begining. Gersha definitely had some growing up to do.

When were introduced to both these characters, Tilrey was just dumped on him. They were both trapped with each other (obviously Tilrey's situation was much much much WORSE).

Initially Gersha thinks Tilrey is some attempt by his colleagues to embarass him, and he treats him with suspicion and is overall a haughty dick.

I see a lot of those earlier scenes as Gersha playing a role. He has to remind himself on several occasions what he is supposed to be, how he's supposed to act.

*“You can call me Gersha—not ‘Fir,’ please. And you’re—Tilhard, did you say?” Take control. Don’t show fear.*

*This is my apartment, he reminded himself. I am the Upstart here. He should be grateful to me.*

*He’d much rather go to the Sanctioned Brothel for a massage and a blow job with no conversation required. Or curl up on his couch with a book.

But Gersha was a Councillor now, and Councillors had duties.*

A couple of readers are saying that Gersha should've known how much Tilrey was hurting, and maybe? But Tilrey was very good at portraying only what he wanted others to see. (Lessons he unfortunately had to learn brutally)  Even in their first few years after initially getting together, Gersha still wonders if Tilrey is telling him the truth about what he wants or just placating him. Though a lot of it is things Tilrey thinks Gersha cant handle because again he is a wimp.

In response to Slvt4fic point about the ages- Unfortunately insecurity doesn't have an age limit 😅 and I see a lot of Gershas actions as the product of said insecurity. But i do agree on this, In his big ole age, Gersha acted like a teenager in soo many occasions!

This became a lot longer than it was supposed to be - but all of this to say that Gersha's character development is one of my favorite aspects of this series. His journey has been so well written and I've enjoyed he and Tilreys story so much! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Gersha is totally a 36-year-old teenager! 😅 He never really wanted to be a Councillor and knows he only got elected because Verán wanted him to, and that Verán only wanted him to because Gersha has the right family connections and seems easy to mold and manipulate. He’s a “follower” member of the cool clique who secretly hates everyone but is way too scared to admit it.

So yeah, again, not an excuse. Given these parameters, I can still imagine Gersha refusing to have sex with Tilrey. (Though he would worry a LOT about Tilrey telling Verán.) But I can’t imagine him actually standing up to Verán and saying, “The way you treat Tilrey is unacceptable.” Except… maybe after Election Night. On that occasion, he could maybe have gone to Verán and said, “Your behavior is gross/decadent/Feudal,” because the norms of Oslov are on his side. Verán would have condescended to him in public and mocked him in private, but I agree that Gersha could have tried harder.

Tilrey made his life so much better, and not just because of the sex. Once they’re comfortable with each other, he makes Gersha feel safe and gives him the courage to confront his shitty clique and finally work to tear it down. 🥹

[zerobaseonefics]

yes… yes… that was me… 🥹 that’s why i feel strong emotions when reading things like hanbinx2 *spoiler* over reader i wanna say r.i.p to the little brother but i do it to my little bro too so i think all little brothers are used to it - zerosie anon

i understand bestie 💔 your reactions never fail to make me laugh btw!!

this is literally why little brothers were made so they can't really complain abt it 🙏🏻 should've been born earlier