#it's a goddamn miracle I was able to complete these at all lmao

[princema-k]

i would actually love to hear your thoughts on when layton would emote the ways you've drawn him! if you want! no pressure if not!

OH B OY HERE WE GO!!!!! again take everything with a grain of salt bc i Forgor bits of the series

BLANKET SPOILER FOR UNWOUND FUTURE/MIRACLE MASK MAYBE??/AZRAN LEGACY

(for reference we are talking abt this post)

SURPRISE: As we know in the PL series, it's very very hard to catch the professor off-guard in any way. Most of the things you would think would surprise him, he's already known for a long time and was just keeping quiet about it so that he could use that information at the right time.

With that being said, the times where he does seem to get somewhat surprised (or taken aback. he's so goddamn emotionally constipated) seem to be when the shocker in question has personal relation to him. Though in the series proper, none of the shocking personal factoids are ever presented in a way to make him jump. So theoretically, if any twists like Claire or Descole's reveal were presented much more aggressively, he might emote like how I've drawn him (though I kinda doubt it). Or just jumpscare him lmao

SADNESS: Obviously we know that Layton can feel sadness and cry, though even at the end of Unwound Future it's clear that he's still holding back with his crying. I'd wager that it's because he's out in public and around an impressionable individual (Luke) that he's not letting himself fully express his grief. After all, a true gentleman never makes a scene in public.

I'd say, if he were to cry like the way I've drawn him (that is, bawling his eyes out), it'd probably be at the end of UF when Luke leaves for America, and he'd have to be alone. And I mean completely alone. He'd be very careful about having anyone even remotely near him before he breaks down sobbing; he'd wait for Luke to go home, and wait a while to make sure that he hears no other footsteps around who could potentially walk in on him, before crying. And even then, he'd still repress it - trying to choke back sobs to make sure he isn't heard, pulling the brim of his hat over his eyes and covering his eyes with his hand, the works. Because sadness/crying is weakness to him, and a true gentleman can never show weakness.

ANGER: Frankly, I feel like this is one of the emotions I've drawn that I actually could see him showing in the series proper. We've seen him in Unwound Future just barely holding back his anger at Clive when he endangered Flora/started wrecking havoc on London (obviously still restrained- yadda yadda yadda "true gentleman" blah blah blah).

To get him to unrestrain it, I'd say you would have to put a lot of people he cares about (particularly his wards - Luke and Flora would likely be excellent choices) in direct danger, as well as taunt him to a personal degree enough times. Because even the Professor has limits to how much mental strain he can take, and all limits can be broken. It's just a matter of pushing the right (or wrong!) buttons on him.

FEAR: This one's tough I think. As an adult who's seen a lot (including his own death), it's pretty hard to find something that would really scare him to that degree. Throughout the series the most he seems to show in terms of fear is either: a) surprise that he quickly recovers from, or b) the end of Unwound Future when he realizes that Claire can't stay with him.

I say that theoretically (and REALLY emphasize on the "theoretically"), you might be able to get him to emote the way I've drawn him... if you subject him to anything akin to his recently unrepressed memories of his childhood, and he's rendered helpless to do anything to help but watch. But like I said, only theoretically. I'd wager that he'd probably just be angry too.

LAUGHTER: ...I honestly have no good clue to how or when he'd emote like this. For him to laugh so heartily, he'd have to be in a state of extreme emotional vulnerability, which isn't often.

I'd say it'd be at a time where he's feeling very relieved, or elated (and they'd both have to be situations that connect to him personally too; outside events won't phase him). How he'd laugh to such an extent I'm not actually sure, BUT I could paint a bit of a scenario: It's the end of UF, but Claire could actually stay without dying, and she makes a sort of lighthearted joke in light of the events. Would he laugh wholeheartedly? I dunno. But judging on what we've seen of him, it's a maybe.

It's a shame we never get to see him emote so colourfully in the hexalogy proper, but as I've stated before in another long-winded half-legible ramble character analysis, he's SEVERELY repressing his emotions due to Claire's last words/"gentleman" values/positive reinforcements from his peers and environments for successfully hiding his emotions. Poor guy.

[wxnheart]

Hello wonderful author. May I mayhaps request a ghoap + reader NSFW peice please. Maybe one that focuses on how Simon loves to make the reader watch him and Johnny 👉🏽👈🏽, or maybe it's reader taking control and making Ghost watch 👀. Johnny deserves a reward mayhaps.

Lol that one request that was like "mm ghoap" had me thinking things

Also keep up the good work! I like being able to sit back and relax and read your stuff!

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

...Because who watches the Ghoapwatchers? (the title may or may not have been an excuse to use this. please don't judge me. a lot. lmao)

Simon smoking can mean one of three things: he's anxious and/or pissed, he's just had some good fucking sex, or... he's anxious and/or pissed. And Simon is pissed.

At whom, might you ask? Well, rejoice, baby, because it ain't you this time even though he still wants to chuck that Live, Laugh, Love sign out of the fucking house. No. Simon's ire is reserved for Johnny, your resident killer Golden Retriever, and only Johnny.

And why, might you ask? Well, your cutie patootie lover boy happened to go and get himself hurt on the latest assignment. A routine one, goddamnit. It was unnecessary. Completely and absolutely unnecessary. And un-fucking-acceptable. At least in Simon's eyes.

Johnny argues that it was only a scratch (he's slightly downplaying it) but Simon doesn't give a fuck because only a scratch doesn't cut it. You got hurt, Johnny. End of story. And Simon's anxiety is through the fucking roof right now so a smoke has to suffice. But it doesn't. Nah, not this time.

Simon who puts out the last of his cigarette while staring Johnny down. You don't know what to do so you keep quiet until he tells you to take a seat next to Johnny. You started to protest until a single look made you shut the fuck up.

Simon who straddles Soap. Because what the fuck? Johnny would put up a fight if not for the fact that the bigger man has him pinned down and... oh. Oh shit. Their dicks are aligned. Wait, wait, Lt.—

Simon who starts to slowly grind against Soap's lap, eyes burning holes into the smaller man's. Soap feels the telltale signs of arousal, that fiery pit in his groin, and your eyes widen at what's taking place. Oh, yes. Johnny's about to get fucked silly in a second. You knew from experience.

Soap whose brow furrows the harder he gets and Simon doesn't stop. Knowing the fucker is just as hard as he is and FUCK—"Lt., wait, I—" "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost doesn't stop grinding against him, doesn't do shit but grind and stare meanwhile Soap's falling apart at the seams. If his mind wasn't turning to mush, he'd be pissed but goddamn.

Simon who forbids you from touching yourself because the last thing you're gonna do is get your rocks off alone. You actually do protest this time ("Simon, what the fuck?") and Simon cuts a look at you, the same look he gave Johnny. The same look that tells you he's gonna fuck you just as silly when he's done with lover boy here. Aw, shit.

Soap whose words are lost to his moans and he's well on his way to soaking the crotch of his pants. And Simon doesn't stop. Not at all. Simon continues and it's like he's expecting an answer. "What did you tell me, Johnny?" Ghost emphasizes it with a particularly rough grind this time, enough for Johnny's already sensitive and leaking dick to throb and oh, god, Lt...

"I—shit, I—said I'd be—I said I'd be careful, Lt." Attaboy, soldier. "...Were you careful, Johnny?" The friction is too much. Simon rubs against him faster, puts a little more pressure on him, and it's a miracle he can even talk let alone think at this point. You're biting your lips, wringing your hands because you wanna touch. Yourself, them, it doesn't matter. You wanna touch and suck and fuck and... suck, fuck, and touch some more.

"Were. You. Careful. Johnny?" Punctuated with his hips. Every. Single. Word. And poor, poor Johnny, lost to the lust. Almost close, what the fuck are you doing to him, Lt.? "—NO," he manages to choke out in between gasps and moans and shit, he feels it coming—

—Well, he felt it coming because just as soon as he answered Simon, the mean bastard got up. Got up and left Johnny hard, crotch soaked with precum, and "What the fuck, Lt.?!"

Simon whose stare is both placid and intense; you'd be forgiven for thinking he's nonplussed. Except there's an obvious tent in his pants. Simon who stares you both down before simply saying "Bedroom." And he walks off. He doesn't look back. Doesn't have to. You'll be there. He's got you right where he wants you.

Soap who doesn't miss a beat, grabs your hand, and pulls you alongside him. Right behind Simon. Right to the bedroom. Yeah, it's about to be a long fucking day. And night.

[usedpidemo]

a tale of two (concert) halves... (storytime!)

I've made it clear over the past few updates that my real life struggles have really backed us into a corner. If the first half of 2024 was on hard difficulty, the second half has so far been on brutal. Personal relationships are falling apart, our physical health has been going through hell, and our finances are struggling to keep up with ever increasing debts. As much as I am a man of faith, I do struggle with maintaining such devout trust on the daily, because I am afraid of the worst.

But even during these tough times, it's comforting to know I won't be left for dead, and I can still find enjoyment in them.

Not gonna lie, I thought I would never attend a concert this year. IVE was coming back after a little over a year, but I didn't have money for it (and is something I still struggle to move on from). ITZY was coming back less than eight months when I saw them, but no Lia, and the ticket selling was insanely early (fuck you Live Nation). The only other girl group I think came here was fromis_9, which I still would love to see, but that was for a festival, so the setlist was extremely limited—and it was during finals week, so that was not gonna happen. There's just been an overall downturn of concerts compared to last year, so whether or not this is a good thing, you decide. (Seriously, no aespa, no (G)I-DLE, no NMIXX, etc.)

However—here comes Red Velvet, one of the holy trinity of 3rd gen girl groups (TwicePinkVelvet), celebrating their 10th anniversary with an Asia tour. By some miracle, I got a stimulus check two months ahead of my birthday, and yet it was still a hard decision, because I wasn't sure if other girl groups would also tour near the end of the year. Looking at what's to come for the last quarter of the year, I highly doubt it and 2025 is sure to be stacked, so it all paid off in retrospect.

It was a completely different experience than the first two outings. For one, it was fucking standing floor over seated, so I knew my body would be put through the torture rack. Second was the unpredictability of where I would end up��thankfully it wasn't first come first serve where I would be forced to camp early (which by the way, concert campers are disgusting and should be arrested). Still, my positioning would depend on my queuing number (which in itself was dependent on when you would buy your ticket, and obviously unless you got into the site as soon as it loaded up, the earlier), and while it wasn't completely shit—it still meant that a majority would get their preferred spot over mines.

Cut to the actual concert day and it was a tale of two halves. The first was the pre-concert, which wasn't all bad at the start—but then there was the queuing before entering the venue. I could have easily waited and taken my sweet time exploring and doing other shit, but I was pressured to queue early out of fear of not getting a good spot. I forgot that since it was queuing numbers, they would rearrange the line anyway, so I never really had a chance lmao. I really shot myself in the foot quite literally by adding an extra two hours standing around.

Everyone in VIP was given a bonus member card, and I didn't end up getting my bias. I tried bartering with other fans, but I absolutely failed. To add insult to injury, everyone else were able to trade and/or get theirs, so that fucking sucks.

It was also the first time I was forced to wear some kind of noise control for my ears. Didn't really have earplugs but Airpods were certainly a nice alternative. Fucking hell—this was the loudest of the three crowds I've ever been a part of, and it doesn't help that the audience would screech and shout out of tune. It was so goddamn annoying. Then you get to the ments/speeches, and they would just fucking bark and make monkey noises while the members were talking, and after performances. I counted a total of 12-14 times this happened throughout, and it never got any better. If the members weren't encouraging the audience, I'd probably have socked someone in the nose out of annoyance at some point.

As for the overall concert itself, I had a blast! I'm not that familiar with Red Velvet's colorful discography, but they performed most of their hits and title tracks (ripperoni Russian Roulette and Chill Kill). Not only that, but the set ran for almost 3 hours (2 hours 50 minutes as they did start like 10 minutes past schedule), and the energy persisted all throughout. Wendy was constantly flaunting her vocals, but Joy. Joy was absolutely fucking insane. Also, the fucking Zimzalabim encore is something everyone needs to experience once in their lifetime.

I wish I could say the pain was all worth it—but of course, life being life, it decides to fuck with me one more fucking time with the middle finger. After the show ended, we were all told to stay in our spots for the send-off event as everyone else were escorted out and the raffle winners from lower seating tiers were pulled in. We waited for 40 minutes, and then the members come out. It should be a cool moment! Except they were led by staff straight to the extended stage for a bit and then they'd get off, completely neglecting the sides, where me and a few others were. They would eventually go around the venue, but by the time we realized what has happening, it was too late—we never got to see them up close properly.

I'll be honest, while I don't feel as bothered thinking about it a few days on, when it happened, it almost ruined the entire experience for me. The organizers/staff had misdirected us and didn't organize properly, so some of us got a lesser experience than those who won the raffle, which is worse for us since we paid more. The send-off treatment here was way—way worse than in Bangkok and Jakarta, and it fucking pisses me off. We can't have shit in this country. I don't blame the girls for it; they were just following instructions and they had a flight to catch shortly after (not to mention they were tired as fuck). Still, the fact I paid so much for that underwhelming send-off experience just reinforces my opinion that hi-touches are simply better. At least everyone gets a fair shot, even if it was very brief. You can't win them all, I guess. I also do believe that it was bound to happen, the first two experiences were near-perfect and flawless in execution, so something had to give to bring me back down to earth.

Nevertheless, even if for just a few hours, it's nice to find some comfort and enjoyment despite the world around me crumbling down. To think that they're 10 years on and still as active as their younger contemporaries in K-pop is astounding. I can see why they're among the most beloved girl groups ever; there's only a handful with equal the talent and discography to match. This was also my first outing with a new camera, and when it was hitting, the shots were fucking hitting.

I really wish Bamboleo was part of the set tho.

[silverusso]

I don't like how CK handled Mike Barnes. I've seen the first part of s6 CK kinda disappointed, I know it's not finished but that's how I feel 😔

Because they did fuck all with him. They couldn't even give us a throw away line about his marriage status. Mike does seem to be wearing a ring, so I guess we're just meant to infer that they're still together. They also didn't address the issue of the stolen rembrandt which is kind of a huge deal actually, because that thing is worth millions. But I guess since he was in a workshop, we're again just meant to infer that he someway somehow was able to rebuild his furniture store.

Then he regressed for no reason. The bullshit 'reason' we're given is that ever since getting back into karate he's been "itching for a fight" but all that means is that his sudden attitude problem was a plot device to manufacture forced beef between him and Johnny, who if anything should have the complete opposite of a beef, considering Mike literally saved Johnny's life last season. And furthermore, it was used to justify Johnny's win over him. Because Johnny's Miyagi-do now and The Good Sensei just looking out for his student and Mike is the big meanie who makes fun of Miyagi-do and specifically kata! You know, the thing Daniel used to beat him in kk3. Say sike right the fuck now because that's Johnny's brand of nonsense, not Mike's. Interesting how Johnny can call everyone pussies and there's no consequences but Mike has to be humbled for calling Johnny a creampuff.🤔

And to make it worse: Mike was just trying to do the goddamn job he was called there to do. Despite Devon's annoying whining, Mike did not intentionally set out to ignore or disregard her. It was quite literally Johnny's fault by getting in Mike's face and distracting him right at the worst moment lmao. What Mike says to Johnny later about her being bottom of his list is because now Johnny is even showing up after hours to interrupt his work over this random child. Just doing the absolute most for every other kid he comes into contact with except his own.💀

Getting kicked through his own merchandise, however, seems to work as a magical cure-all for Mike's woes. By the end of the episode he's all fine! We don't need to see him again! Because trust me, I really don't think we'll be seeing him again. I suspect he's not going to be in the next part and it'll be a small miracle if he makes even a cameo appearance in the last part of the season.

[burgersnacksformax]

Gk charas' google history headcanons

Shiraishi

He definitely has gambling websites open, and you know he knows what he's doing when you find "gambling.com/this-is-not-a-scam-website-xoxo/".

Which is then followed by dozens of searches along the lines of "scammed by gambling website", "how to get money back after scam", "how to report gambling website".

Also various paid corn sites, good for him

He uses Quora and Yahoo Answers as a reputable source of information.

So many goddamn 9GAG pages.

Vasily

Tons of links on social media of art by his favourite artists.

And Twitch, he probably watches vtubers while he draws.

There are also lots of vids in his history of first person shooters.

Random wikipedia articles of highly specific phenomena that piqued his interest.

And drawing references. His search history even seems suspicious out of context with the poses he searches.

Saichi

Travel and tourism vlogs, followed by google maps searches.

Also, recipe blogs and videos.

He has compilation vids all over his watch history, whether its compilations of "Funny Fails 🤣🤣😂 LOL LMAO #TRENDING" or just a compliation of moments from a show or a game, even if he doesnt play the game or watch the show.

Random trivia google searches, mainly because he mightve seen something he didn't know and ended up googling it.

And then he falls down a rabbit hole of random trivia, ending up excitedly telling Asirpa all about it.

Asirpa

Definitely watches animal fail videos.

Probably gets addicted to Wordle.

Does Not Use Keywords When Googling to point it's a miracle that google can even interpret what she's saying. Who tf searches like "I put my shirt in the dryer and now it shrunk and now I want to know if I can reverse it".

Watches educational youtube channels about literally anything. She'll fall dowm that rabbit hole.

Secretly loves those online flash games but would never admit to it.

Ogata

It's fucking wiped clean, almost nothing is there.

He mostly just does typical ogata stuff like searching up really specific facts that could get the average person arrested for knowing.

And also cat videos :)

Oh and he most certainly does not use google, he opts for browsers that keep you super secure.

He probably has reddit just to spread misinformation honestly.

Koito

Tons of beauty guru channels definitely.

He also has a channel of his own which is also in his search history a lot.

Search history completely unorganized. Youll see pictures and vids he finds funny, links to online shopping sites, wikipedia articles on military icons and tactics, etc.

He also loves reading travel blogs and watching vlogs.

Is really fucking good at Wordle, Asirpa hates him for always being able to get it right.

Tsukishima

also has koitos yt channel in his search history.

Lots of miscellaneous journals and artciles open for him to read.

He has perused a lot through online libraries too.

Does crossword puzzles online.

Reads the fucking. News. Every day.

Tanigaki

Ngl probably wouldnt google many things, and if anything his search history would be few and far in between.

But when he does search its things its so normal ?? Like "XXL clothing store near me" and "How to repair a broken air conditioning unit".

Gym websites and workout routine stuff. He maintains his build and I gotta respect that.

Also has facebook to check in on how his family and friends are doing.

And also baking and cooking videos.

[sins-of-the-sea]

A whole cooked turkey suddenly materializes on La Demonia, except for one of the drumsticks. That one appears right in front of Frascona.

[idontblushsrry]

Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

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This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate 

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like 

“We should totally do that” 

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man 

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship. 

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it 

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died 

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down 

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

[atinybitofau]

Y E O S A N G ⇎ the breakup

THE ONE WHERE YOU TWO BREAK UP CAUSE OF THE BOYS.

a/n: yo this could be in a lot of my au’s lmao. unedited too cause I’m lazy sorreh.

• “You’re a mental bitch!”

• “And you’re delusional dickhead!”

• “I’m delusional? Me?! When I broke up with you, I think it was more on the lines of you being delusional rather me.”

• “God, Yeosang I could just—“

• you two are pulled apart.

• by none other than Hongjoong.

• for arguing yet again after two months of successfully avoiding each other.

• but the annual secret santa was obviously something that you two can’t avoid.

• had to see each other for the sake of the circle.

• “Can you two for once. For once not try and kill each other? Please?”

• Hongjoong has had enough.

• knowing yes, it may be partly his fault.

• partly the circle’s.

• for pulling you both apart.

• the circle is more than just a single person, yes.

• their fault too for breaking you two up.

• for telling you, Yeosang was exclusively meeting with his boss— a beautiful woman.

• and for telling him, you were exclusively texting your ex again— a man you loved.

• the both of you were delusional, yes.

• but so was everyone else in the room.

• because they still weren’t able to see through the endless arguments and empty threats,

• that you two were still very much in love with each other.

• despite the illusion.

• “Give me my goddamn secret santa recipient so I can just leave.” you mumble eyes sterned away. “I can’t stand being here anymore.”

• he scoffs. “Make that two of us.”

• finally something you two can agree with.

• you take your slip of paper, hug Hongjoong, bid the boys goodbye.

• not forgetting, of course, to flip off your ex Yeosang on the way out.

• you think, why was he so abrasive?

• why was it always your fault?

• he’ll always blame you for the break up.

• you don’t know why.

• when technically he was the one seeing another woman behind your back.

• when he claimed you’ve been texting your ex.

• which actually looked something like this,

• ‘You think Yeosang will like his anniversary gift?’

• ‘I don’t see why not. I always liked the things you gave me. being your boyfriend surely would be enough’

• ‘thanks.’

• that was it.

• so yes; you were texting your ex boyfriend for advice while dating Yeosang.

• was that so bad?

• but yeosang see’s it differently.

• see’s it as a way you wanted out of the relationship.

• that texting your ex behind his back was despicable.

• yet he didn’t know seeing his manager for business meetings were a bad thing.

• it was meaningless topics anyway!

• that looked a little like this,

• ‘So you promise to complete the report by next week?’

• ‘Sure thing.’

• that was it.

• so yes; he was seeing his boss behind your back because he didn’t think it was sneaking around.

• didn’t feel the need to tell you?

• because it was work.

• his relationship with you was far from that—

• work.

• it was his luxury being with you.

• but apparently now it was a sin.

• “Hongjoong, I’m not getting him a gift.” you storm into the room, not even caring Hongjoong’s fist was almost half way down a crying San’s mouth. “Switch with me.”

• “Um.. a little busy here.”

• you remove Hongjoong from a whiny San.

• immediately taking the fish bone out of the whiny boy’s throat like a scene from a medical show.

• San crying in joy.

• and now you’re glaring at your circle’s designated leader.

• Hongjoong no doubt unsurprised by your visit after your secret santa recipient pull.

• “Okay now you’re not busy anymore. So give me someone else.”

• Hongjoong sighs. “I told Yeosang no. And I will tell you the same thing.”

• “He got me too!? Oh my fucking god, he’s going to buy me the worst thing to ever exist. How could you ruin Christmas for me, Joong? I thought we were friends.”

• “We are.” he raises and eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest. “Which is why as your friend, I’m going to fix whatever broken relationship you have with him even if it kills the both of you. Even if I ruin everyone’s christmas. I’m willing to take the fault this year too.”

• “Joong!” you whine in retaliation.

• “No. Don’t Joong me. I’ve had it with you two. And you will buy him the greatest gift you could ever think of, without your past ex’s help this time, or so help me god I will never speak to the both of you again.”

• Hongjoong was a conniving thing.

• the reason why he lead your squad.

• had the feel for things and what to do.

• so here you are back at square one.

• wondering what you could possibly get Yeosang that he’d love.

• the gift, you think.

• the one you were supposed to give him but failed to do when he broke up with you.

• you’re holding it at the party.

• thinking he’s going to hate it.

• even if he would’ve never broken up with you.

• even if you were able to give him this when intended.

• he’ll hate it just like he hates you.

• “Merry Christmas, nerds.” Mingi announced sporting his lovely santa costume for the night. “It’s secret santa time!”

• you don’t look at Yeosang at all.

• hoping this night would be rudely interrupted with a natural disaster.

• however he’s looking at you.

• hoping you’d snap out of the trance he accidentally put you in.

• looking if you’d look pretty wearing the gift he bought you.

• wondering if..

• if it’s enough.

• now the gifts are dispersed.

• San happy to be getting a new plushie.

• Seonghwa excited about his new vacuum.

• Joong ecstatic over a new art set.

• and the rest.. the rest ready to return their gifts.

• last but not least, it was you two.

• the moment everyone had been waiting for.

• the Christmas miracle or the Christmas disaster.

• a Christmas definitely for the history books.

• and you decide to start.

• shakily holding the small box towards Yeosang.

• he stares at your hands.

• not because he’s avoiding your eyes (maybe)

• but because he’s wondering if it’ll fit.

• his gift.

• then he’s interrupted by yours.

• “H-here. If you don’t like it, the receipt’s in the bag.”

• Yeosang gulps.

• decides not to open it actually.

• hands you his first.

• “This one, mine.. I didn’t get a gift receipt. Sorry.”

• you look up for the first time.

• eyes locked in pure infatuation.

• because you forget for a moment that you used to love this man.

• would do anything for him.

• you forgot how beautiful his eyes were when he wasn’t pining on killing you.

• “S-should I open it?”

• your voice is like waves of the ocean.

• crisp and calm.

• something he used to love to hear first thing in the morning, the last thing before he falls asleep.

• he wants to hear it like that more.

• forgot what you sounded like when you weren’t pining on killing him.

• “Yeah. You should open it.”

• the boys share a glance and think,

• maybe they’ve done it.

• they’ve cracked the illusion.

• that they were delusional for not realizing how easy it was,

• it was to get you back together.

• when you were both obviously still completely in love with each other.

• “Yeosang?”

• it’s a little slow for you tho.

• not knowing why he got you the same gift.

• “Did you follow me?”

• “W-What? N-no! I had that since. Since before we broke up. Had it to give to you for the anniversary.”

• “You idiot.”

• the smile you play,

• him stuck in the game.

• confused a little, he has to admit.

• until he opens your box given to him for christmas.

• realizing it was the exact same.

• the same thing he got you.

• “You.. but I never..”

• “Yeosang, I was supposed to give that to you before we broke up. For our anniversary. I swear I didn’t—“

• he stops you with a kiss.

• bracelet hanging off his fingertips.

• the boys squealing in the background.

• and you’re gone.

• in temptation and loss.

• because how could you be stupid enough to forget?

• forget how much you two really loved each other.

• “Don’t care.” he chuckles hoarsely against you. “Don’t care if you did do it on purpose. Did it on accident. A gift from you... A gift from you is the best gift a man could ever ask for— the best I could ever ask for.”

• you don’t know if he’s quoting the text you two broke up from.

• don’t care.

• God no, you don’t care.

• only care about him right now.

• “Being with you is the only gift I’ll ever ask for.” you murmur back. “The only gift you could give me that’d be the best.”

• “AWWW COME ON YOU TWO KISS SOME MORE!”

• you both think,

• you’ll have to thank them one day.

• the circle you two were in may have been in fault.

• but you were so glad they were the one’s that were.

• or if it weren’t for them,

• you two wouldn’t be standing here not wanting to kill each other right now.

• a fault that was definitely made up.

@atinybitofau

[pettyprocrastination]

And Scene Quentin Beck x Reader

Word count: 1655

Warnings: Spoilers for Spiderman: Far from Home, fake gore and murder/near suicide depicted in a play. Crappy writing and editing lmao.

Fic summary: You’re a local actress and quite possibly the only person in the world who is able to deal with Quentin’s pretentious bastard bullshit enough for him to see you as a friend (and perhaps more). Will you two be able to tell when the curtains close or will whats from a script mix into what’s from your hearts? (the most CLICHE FUCKEN SUMMARY LMAO)

chapter summary: After a particularly moving performance from his closest (and only) friend in a local play, Quentin realizes what Mysterio has been missing thanks to her breathtaking performance.

Chapter one

You helped create the role of Mysterio more than anybody else on Quentin’s team did. 

He came to you with every idea, every costume sketch and every detail of his backstory, wanting you to read over it and give him your opinion on it. If you said you didn’t like something, he trashed it. If you said to add something, he did it without hesitation. He claimed it was because you were an actor, a small one who only did local plays, but still the best damn actor he knew. 

Others on the team whispered that it was because there was more to your “relationship”.

And truly, there was. But he would never let them know that. He didn’t let them know that he did his damnedest to see every performance you had, whether he’d be front row or in the back of the theater with a fond smile. He didn’t let them know that in college when he was a pretentious engineering student, you were a bubbly theater major who was the only person on campus that could get him to step away from his latest project, the only person that could get him to laugh so hard he couldn’t breathe, make his palms sweat and knees knock like he was a goddamn schoolboy staring at his crush. 

They didn’t know that even though you two shared an apartment with two rooms it wasn’t an oddity for one of you to come to the other’s late at night, longing to fall asleep in each other’s arms and then wake up early and get ready for the day with no mention of it. They didn’t know he wanted nothing more than to hold you tight the morning after and never let go, to kiss you with all the emotion and passion he had bottled up, something he’d dreamed of doing since he was nothing but a little shit in college who thought he was better than everybody else. 

Even you didn’t know that last one. 

It wasn’t until one late night that you truly helped shape Mysterio with a mold that Quentin wouldn’t have ever thought of using in his life. 

“It’d be cool if you had another person on the other side of the spectrum on this whole thing.” You pointed at him with a potato chip before popping it into your mouth. Quentin had just gotten home from spending hours with the illusion tech to choreograph the first fight. It was all coming together perfectly but something wasn’t right, something was missing. He just couldn’t figure out for the life of him what the fuck it was.

 You were tucked up on the couch underneath a heavy blanket, some superhero movie was playing on the TV but your eyes were more focused on the script in your hand. The final performance for your current play was in two day. It was some Greek tragedy that Quentin didn’t know all the details of, besides that you were the main character and it involved you getting caked in blood. “You know,” You said offhandedly. “-to really sell it.”

Quentin didn’t understand what you meant. The gears in his head so tired from running perfectly all day so much that now all they did was clash and grind against one another, leaving the man to frown and tilt his head to the side like a confused puppy dog. 

“You mean, like a dirty cop?” He was surprised you would even suggest such a half brained plot like that. That was much too dangerous, too easy to be torn to shreds if one of those ties got caught on one somebody who couldn’t play the part as well as him. 

Which was everybody.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “No dumb-ass, another character. You know, a sidekick or a damsel in distress.” He found himself hanging on your words, cautious at the thought of bringing in somebody knew to his project, but intrigued enough to let you ramble. 

“-Like your very own Lois Lane-” it was then that you flashed a shit eating grin his way before pointing to the TV.

“-or your very own Catwoman if you’re feelin’ nasty.”

He looked at the TV to see on the screen that the main hero, Batman by his guess (ever since actual super heroes became “normal” he found the movies too nauseated to actually) in heated battle with a woman in a skintight catsuit, he assumed that was cat woman. Every punch he threw she dodged, usually with some sultry line tossed his way before she eventually escaped him all together like a vixen made of smoke. 

“But then again, there’s no way in hell you’d let anybody share the spotlight with you on this.” You flicked his nose and smiled. Even though it was at his expense he felt his hands sweat. “It’s a miracle your big head can fit in the stupid fishbowl helmet of yours.”

He rubbed the tip of his nose, seemingly deep in thought but still realizing your not so subtle dig. “You said you liked the helmet!”

You merely laughed at him and continued to read your script. 

Quentin had just barely made it to see the curtains open to reveal you on stage. He was out of breathe, not even mumbling apologies to those already in their seats as he stepped over them, practically clamoring over seated audience members to get to his own chair. 

You had told him the story was a tad dark, but he was still surprised that at how well you played the role.

You were a woman in ancient Greece, who fell deeply in love with a man of royal blood from a far off civilization. So caught up in the infatuation you feel upon first meeting him, you both quickly get married and move away to his home. The story followed your character as she slowly learns that the man she supposedly loves was not as sweet as he was on their first meeting. He was cruel and brutal, as well as unfaithful. His twisted nature was shared by the entire royal family, stretching from your husband cheating on you to ordering attacks on the commoners for no other reason than “to keep them from knowing anything else.”

And eventually, his darling wife had snapped. In the middle of the night you killed the entire royal family in a fit of rage and take over their rule as a queen with a fair but firm hand. 

You had a long monologue near the end, one that Quentin heard you practice day and night for a month nonstop. Hell, he even helped you run lines a couple of times and when he was feeling nice. And damn if all the practice and memorization quizzes didn’t pay off. You stood at the center of the stage, white dress stained in blood clinging to your figure as you spoke to the audience.

“Was I not enough for him?” You wept, trembling hands holding the blood stained dagger to your chest. “Was it not enough to have a wife, complacent in her own entrapment for him? Was it not enough to have a kingdom of civilians, obedient in their own slaughter and torture for him?!” You voice shook as you screamed to the audience. The emotion and desperation was so real Beck couldn’t help but feel his heart twisted by the picture painted before him. A woman so hurt, so alone and filled with trauma she felt no worth, no way out other than to take her own life after taking that of her wretched husband’s.

“I am no better than him.” You spat, the tears on your face mixed with the blood spatters on your cheek and onto the soaking dress that clung to your body. “I am no better than that cruel man who took the lives of others to keep them obedient. It isn’t enough that I did the same, because I was so tired, so scared of the man I thought I loved!” You raised the dagger higher before choking out. “Perhaps, in another life I will be a better wife to my beloved.”

Everybody expected you to plunge the dagger deep into your stomach before dropping to the floor in a dramatic and cliche death before the curtains close on you. But instead, you stopped mid swing, knife inches away from your stomach and eyes wide as if you had just come to your senses.

You dropped the dagger onto the floor and the sound echoed throughout the silent theater.

It was then that your shifted into a completely different character.

You stood suddenly tall, shoulders squared and head held high in a deep contrast to the stature of you staying meekly curled into yourself at your husband’s side through the entire play. Your hands stopped trembling and laid at your side, your eyes were no longer wide and afraid, but cold, focused, confident.

“Perhaps I wasn’t a proper wife.” You spoke, before your lips curled into a predatory smile.  “But I will be a magnificent queen.”

The curtains quickly shut and the audience applauded, but Quentin stayed in his seat as his mind ran a marathon. 

He had always been impressed by your talent in acting, but that performance left him in awe. How quickly you were able to go from a woman to weak and distraught she was willing to take her own life, to ruthless, strong-willed, and stone cold in a matter of seconds left him in awe of you. 

But soon after as the fog lifted from his brain, the cogs in his head began to move in sync once more, and he realized he had found the final piece to Mysterio that he had been lacking for so long. Quentin quickly jumped over the seats, pushing his way through people moving to leave or congratulate the actors so he could get to you first. His body practically buzzing in excitement to give you praise but to also let you know that Mysterio would finally be complete. All thanks to you. 

He had finally found his Catwoman.

 Ayyyyy chapter one is donezo!! (It’s probably rough as SHIT so I might edit it tomorrow when I get off of work but I really wanted to get started on this and put it out. I love mcu mysterio so much that bastard has my heart!!! This is going different than my other fics because the reader is…kind of a baddie in this one i guess?? But let me know if you enjoyed it! Send me hc’s, your thoughts on it, or if you’d like to be tagged in it! Love you all

[externally-upset]

1-100

Alright going all in I see. Let's do this

1. I mainly use Spotify

2. I try and keep it clean but somehow always winds up messy

3. I've got brown eyes

4. y'know I've got a really generic name but I do like it. Why, I have no idea

5. I'm currently single

6. Scatterbrained, happy, adventurous

7. I've got natural black hair

8. So I don't drive because it actually hurts my leg to drive. Also I can't sit still for longer than 5 minutes

9. I shop everywhere that has toys lmao. I'm a toy collector so I'll go anywhere that has em

10. I don't really have a style. I try and live my life as cozy as possible

11. I don't really have a favorite social media account

12. I have a full/queen size bed

13. I've got lots of siblings. In all, I've got 6 sisters and 2 brothers, but some are step family. I've got 1 bio sister and 1 bio brother, both younger than me.

14. I've been looking into moving to Washington recently, but I think I'd rather travel the world than settle down somewhere, for now at least

15. I don't use the filters myself so I can't speak on that

16. I don't use makeup so I don't have a fave brand to talk about

17. I shower everyday, I get really sweaty so I gotta

18. I don't have like a definite fave TV show. It varies from month to month. Although this summer it was Nisekoi, which is an excellent anime

19. I wear a size 11.5/12 shoe

20. I'm 5'11

21. I wear almost strictly sneakers

22. I don't go to the gym, I should though. I really should

23. Dream date would be to have one lol, um I guess to go up to the mountains together and star gaze or something to do with the mountains. I just enjoy being outside

24. Too much to count 💸💸 lmao jk I've got $60

25. Ain't wearing any but if someone came through right now, I'd put some black ones on

26. I had four, but my mom stole 2 of them

27. I was working in drywall for awhile but I hopped out of that and am currently applying to places. I specifically was a taper, so like when drywall is put up in the house, there are gaps between the pieces put up. I covered those gaps up, all over the house. It doesn't seem like a lot but when you've got 15-20 feet ceilings, it gets hard

28. I've got quite a lot of friends and I love them all

29. I've know I've done bad stuff that others remember me for but I can't think of anything

30. Oh man I loooooove lavender scented candles. Lavender scented anything is the best

31. I honestly can't think of any boy names that I like

32. 3 girl names: Sochi, Lavender, and Laurie, which is actually the name of one of my best friends

33. Anthony Hopkins is my favorite actor by far

34. Fave actress is definitely Meryl Streep, I fell in love with her when I first saw the Devil Wears Prada years ago and it just snowballed from there

35. My celeb crush is either Bonnie Wright or Jessica Keenan Wynn

36. Fave movie has gotta be The Great Mouse Detective

37. I used to read a lot, not so much anymore. Of everything I've read though, Christine by Stephen King has been my favorite read

38. Everyone wants to say brains are more important and they are, but unfortunately in the world we live in money rules over all

39. I used to be called Chancho but not any more

40. I've been to the hospital more times than I'd like to think. I had a heart condition that flared up in high school so I spent a lot of time at the hospital. I'm still not even sure what it was and am sure the doctors made it up to take my money

41. TOP TEN SONGS:

Beauty and the Beast - Angela Lansbury

Beauty and the Beast - Celine Dion, Peabo Bryson

Higher - Creed

Eres Mi Droga - Intocable

Crossing Field - LiSA

Don't Blink - Kenny Chesney

Junkhead - Alice In Chains

Your Decision - Alice In Chains

Losing A Whole Year - Third Eye Blind

Forever Halloween - The Maine

42. Nah, no meds for me

43. I think I have an oily skin type

44. Biggest fear is leaving those I love behind when I pass along to the next life

45. I don't know how many kids I want

46. I always have my hair either in a bun or braided

47. I live in a medium sized family home

48. My grandma has been and always will be my role model

49. It was being told how wise I am

50. Last text I sent was to my homeboy, telling him "this school shit is wack"

51. I was 6 years old when I found out Santa wasn't real

52. A nice Truck is my dream car or maybe a souped up Subaru, with an anime wrap for shits and gigs

53. I'm cool with smoking weed, but no cigarettes and only smoke outside, don't need my stuff to smell

54. Yeah, I'm here in college, but I don't like it

55. Rural areas by far. I've always wanted my own farm

56. I wanna be a high school history teacher and that requires a degree, so that's why I'm in college

57. I don't like the shampoo and conditioner from hotels, don't like the way they feel. That being said, yes I'll take them

58. I've got freckles but you can barely see them unless were face to face

59. Yes and no. It really depends on my mood. I try to take more smiling pictures now

60. I've got quite a few, mostly memes though

61. Of course I've peed in the woods, with the amount of times I've been hiking and camping with no bathroom in site, you gotta

62. I watch almost strictly cartoons, if we're being completely honest

63. Chicken nuggets smack, no matter where they're from

64. If it calls for it, honey. If not, then sweet and sour sauce

65. Alright, so it depends where I'm at. If I'm home alone, just my underwear. If there are people here, shorts. If I'm at someone else's house, I wear whatever I have on

66. Never participated in a spelling bee in my life

67. My hobby is collecting. I've been collecting things since I was a kid. I've switched between many things in my life. I've gone from Wrestling figures, to sports cards, to vinyl records, to Funko Pops. I actually collect a little of everything I've mentioned now

68. I can't draw for shit

69. I don't play any instruments, although I've tried learning how to play the Ukulele

70. Last concert was seeing Four Year Strong and Seaway like 2 years ago

71. I prefer tea over coffee

72. I guess Starbucks as I've never had Dunkin before

73. Marriage sounds nice, but I don't need to. Like if I'm dating someone and they said they don't wanna get married, I wouldn't have a problem with it. As long as we're in love, that's all that matters

74. Aha, I'm not answering this one

75. If ever I get married, I don't know what the last name situation is gonna be

76. Burgundy and blue look absolutely fantastic on me

77. Yeah there are a few people I miss

78. I always sleep with my door closed and my closets too

79. I belive in ghosts, although I prefer to call them spirits. Used to see them frequently as a child, still do sometimes

80. Biggest pet peeve is when people try to tell me what to do. Not like suggestions but actually tell me what to do. Irritates me to no end

81. Last person I called I think was my Dad, but that's because I couldn't find him in the store

82. Black Cherry Vanilla is the best but no one sells it anywhere

83. Golden Oreos are pretty damn good so I'll go with those

84. If I have to choose, probably rainbow sprinkles

85. Just a plain white tank top

86. My phone background is a picture of Ricky from Trailer Park Boys saying "Man, maybe I am gay."

87. I can be outgoing, it kinda takes a bit for me to open up though

88. I fucking love when people play with my hair

89. My neighbors across the street are very nice, but next door neighbor is a dick, always judging shit

90. I usually wash my face in the mornings

91. I used to get high a lot, not so much anymore, although I'd really like for that to change

92. I spent a good portion of this year drunk, so that's a problem. I actually only started drinking when I turned 21 last September. Never been hungover either, so I've been blessed

93. Last thing I ate was some chips

94. "Thank you to the miracle that we are able to meet in a dirty and ugly world, even like this" My Song - Girl Dead Monster. This is from Angel Beats and these are rough English translations

95. I prefer winter over summer, but spring is my fave season

96. I love night time, always will

97. I will always pick dark chocolate over all other chocolates

98. September is my favorite month, not because it's my birth month, but it's the one month where everything feels right

99. I'm a Virgo

100. Last person I cried in front of was my homeboy Mason, albeit I was drunk as fuck and don't remember it but he does. Says I scared him

Goddamn that took forever, but I did get over being bored, so bless you Anon

[fortress-of-iserlohn]

It's me who should thank you - your answers are like full-fledged short stories, they are so interesting to read! And thank you pages for manga pages, it's beautiful. I ship Yang with pretty much everyone of any gender and occupation, but my favourite couple is Reinhard x Yang. Like you feel guilty for not being able to ship Reuenthal x Mittermeyer, I can't get make myself care for Reinhard x Kircheis, no matter how hard I try. That's why I could understand you well.

i am actually really excited you’re finding my ramblings interesting XD XD XD i have so many ideas, but so very little time :P so it’s good to scream at someone sometimes XD 

yeah. yang is so good to pair with EVERYONE

i got super sad when i realised fandom really love reu/mitter & akakin (??? kir/rein) but i can only see reu and mitter as the bro-ist of bros (mostly because mittermeyer and his wifey are SO CUTE and everyone can fight me on that :3)

scree. i started of in rein/yang and there was this one fic where yang was rooming with reu for some reason and their interactions were REALLY CUTE and it sold me on the ship and then i promptly rolled into reuyang COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT. i am actually glad that someone (you) can understand my pain XD XD

(although, i’m starting a slow slide into schonkopf/yang because ugh. schon is A+ and i love him so much too XD)

did you ever want to hear about the au i really wanted to write where yang was born to the empire and still somehow ended up in military school and rooming with mittermeyer?

well look no further than this cut XD

they would be the best of bros! mitter is super kind, but enthusastic! yang is easy to get along with and they would be GREAT FRIENDS TM.

so imo, yang would transfer from the royal college into the military college halfway or smt, iono. cos of reason *handwaves*

so like. reu would still be mitter’s BFFL though, but he’s like on extended training off campus or smt when yang moves in with mitter and he’s got the reputation for like. getting all the girls. (his pretty face does a lot of the work, but he’s also a very smooth talker)

so mitter was like always dubious about letting yang, the most defenseless and possibly the cutest human he’s ever met (like cazerne said ‘useless below the neck’ lol) meet most predatory asshole he knows (which actually says a lot cos there’s a lot of assholes in the imperial navy and like. they might be bffls, but mitter doesn’t pull punches, that’s rude!!!) but they’re gonna have to meet! because hello. roommate on one side, best friend on the other.

mitter’s already thinking ‘whelp, gg’ when reu comes back to campus and he just sadly does his best to brush yang’s hair into a semblance of normality and get him out of bed so they can go do lunch (cos that’s like. NEUTRAL territory right? and like. maybe a hot girl will distract reuenthal enough that he and yang can make a get away if it gets bad????)

mitter decides to cautiously introduce them and he watches warily as reuenthal saunters into the very posh brunch place, flashing his trademark smirk at the prettier girls and he has a Very Bad Feeling about this. he’s about to say ‘fuck it’ and drag yang up and just make a run for it when reu notices them. and then it’s too late and mittermeyer REGRETS his life.

but imagine. his surprise. when a miracle occurs (miracle yang strikes again!) because when reuenthal first sees yang, it’s like an angelic choir descended or some shit and he literally stops and stares for a good solid minute. mitter actually thinks that, when reu manages to finally make his way over, that he’s about to say something very rude but he gets the biggest shock of his life. reuenthal actually stutters (STUTTERS!) through his own introduction and then is silent for the rest of the lunch, barely eating, so focused on yang.

he’s ?????????? but he’s just happening to be watching reu when yang laughs for the first time and that look on reuenthal’s face can be nothing but ‘smitten’ and mitter has a feeling like he’s slid into an alternate reality or something because this. was something he had never imagined happening in 1000000 years and he’s not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

(two months later when reu and yang finally start going out after reu grows enough balls to just ASK HIM ALREADY DAMMIT, mitter hates his life because they’re always just. in his room - reuenthal rooms with bittenfeld and isn’t THAT a hoot lmao)

then all three of them join the imperial military and while reu and mitter graduate with high honours, yang kind of scrapes by as per usual cos he sleeps through half the classes and skips the rest because if it’s not history he’s not interested ok.

after that, they all sign up for life with reinhardt and it’s literally reinhardt going ‘what if’ and yang going ‘but what about’ and kircheis just nodding along and then they send out mitter and reu and eventually bittenfeld and the crew to do the heavy maneuvering.

and eventually one day when reinhardt is kaiser (he offered to go halves with yang but yang just wanted to retire so w/e, he can do ANYTHING he goddamn likes and reuenthal is literally his shadow everywhere because there were MANY assassination attempts throughout their very short, but very distinguished military careers) and they’re having a drink and reminiscing about old times and he goes ‘hey yang i had a dream that you were born on the side of the alliance and we spent a few short years opposing and admiring each other from across the battlefield but then you got assassinated after your side lost and then i died of ill health because you were too tough an opponent and then the galaxy was eventually consolidated under your foster son for ~democracy~. and like isn’t that just a really funny dream???’

and then they all laugh about it and drink lots of alcohol the end.

i’m sorry XD XD XD (also, i’m off to japan for two weeks! gonna see how many yang main doujinshis i can pick up :DDDDDDDDDDD)

[kangseluigi]

Stream of consciousness I guess dk

I just had a lot of thoughts while being incredibly sad yesterday so lemme just

tumblr deleted my paragraph and won't give it back gvhkjlk but basically I'm just so fucking angry over the audacity of men to think your silence means they are right. Dude, I'm literally just speechless that you have that much confidence in your own stupidity. A dude can see you get dragged to dance class, be put on every diet in the world, get dragged to weight loss programs all week, on top of gym class, AND work out together with you for a year, then stares you in the face and asks "when did YOU ever actually work out????" and when you stare back at him like "!!?!?!?!?!!?!" cause how the FUCK do you not know?? he deadass goes "yeah, exactly!!! See?" Like??? NO?? I don't?! I hate you?!

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But also on a completely different note, I am SO lonely. I have like 2 friends right now I actually, semi-regularly talk to and I am so tired of always relying on them. I already have a phase where I don't really want to talk to my bestie (it's normal, we don't always want to talk, we both have our social-burn out phases or w/e where we just feel too tired and exhausted to talk to each other because we only bring each other down ig, it lasts months sometimes, it's fine, I swear!) and the other one doesn't really want to talk to me or is busy or idk and it sucks cause like, I get it, and I don't want to rely on her too much either, but I literally have no other friends anymore atm, and it's not like I can go out and make new ones lbr. And I don't want to bother her and say "hey I Need help from you" 'cause if she needs a break from me it's deserved, but at the same time, sometimes I DO need help or just someone to talk to, and yesterday sucked so bad but I know that atm she does not read my messages very on time so even begging for help wouldn't do much I guess, but I also don't want to guilt trip her into talking to me or anything?? or force it?

And idk. maybe it's my fault that she doesn't wanna talk to me, because I was too depressed and negative for too long? Maybe she thinks she's gonna get hit with a wall of whining from me if we talk for real? I'd get that, but generally I'm doing so much better, so I really don't know! Maybe it really just is… being busy, being not in the mood. It's just one of those weeks where I wonder if she actually likes me anymore or if she wishes I'd leave her alone, so I'll manipulate it by leaving her alone until she reaches out to me. And it's not that I expect things of her I do not communicate, but how do you say "hey, I'd like to know you a) actually like me b) actually want to talk to me and c) it'd be grand if once in a while you could ask me like…how I am if anything's new, because I make an effort to do that with you and don't feel like that's returned, and I get it, but it'd still be nice" without making things WEIRD?! Our friendship is weird anyway. It's an odd miracle that we became friends in the first place, but while we get along well and have great conversations, we're not the emotional kind with each other. But she also says she's also only got like 3 friends and then is a social butterfly on all social media and idgi

tbf I also don't really want someone to talk to me because they feel they have to, it makes things worse rather than better, which is why I usually just post something here or on twitter going "hey, can someone pls talk to me?" instead of reaching out directly but you know what happens?

Nothing.

Nothing happens at all. no one reaches out and idk why.

I see people interacting with several posts right before and after that one, but not the one where I ask for anyone to just…talk to me. It doesn't have to be deep or meaningful. Just a quick "hey what's up" is enough. You can talk to me about what you ate that day, idc, just let me have some conversation, some social interaction because I am so goddamn isolated, and knowing it all goes ignored is so gutting tbh.

Again, I get that many people might not know what to say, or don't want to deal with someone else's problems but it sucks when you see several people interact with your shit but skip that one

And tbh?

(TW suicide mention/suicidal thoughts, skip to the next line/section if you want)

Another reason I only reach out directly if I know I feel shit but can manage it, somehow, is because if I have any thought that I might relapse in any way, it would be bad for others to see that I begged for someone to reach out and then killed myself when no one did, but ultimately? Everyone would think "shit, why did no one reach out? I was busy/didn't see it/couldn't deal, and that sucks, but why did NO ONE else?" like…people might feel a little shit, maybe regret it, but not feel too guilty. But if I drop you a message, you don't reply on time, and I end up dead, you'd feel directly responsible and that is…not ideal.

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NEW TOPIC

I have …so much trauma? And I don't always know what causes the ptsd. Like

I'll be interacting with a group I enjoy and suddenly I'm mad as hell at them because ????? I'm just suddenly convinced they're all assholes and treat other people like shit or w/e which ??? I mean even if lmao what does that change for *me*? And then as soon as I have that thought I start to question how the once I like can tolerate that behaviour, which I don't even know they actually DO gvfhbwijdlköals what is wrong with me?

I mean, I know it's because my brother abused the shit out of me in many ways and every time I see an average dude weirdly confident in himself and maybe a little too easily pissed off, I get reminded of him on SOME level and suddenly I want to kill all men I GUESS

And maybe it's also because my mother mentioned him callously again, too

but mostly

And this is NSFW-ish and maybe a little too personal but I abandoned all boundaries so: if you don't want to read anything about my sex life, stop here!

I literally only masturbate like…once in a blue moon because I know it increases depression after a while and it sucks for discipline and all that but I just don't understand why sometimes It makes me feel better and i can go on like normal, and sometimes it makes me want to kill myself for the rest of the day.

Does it have to with whether I go to sleep after or stay awake? Does it have to do with which content I consume/what I think about? I DON'T KNOW! Like I know I have trauma and all that, but after years of avoiding it entirely because of that and then getting better and being able to again, I thought we're past that but APPARENTLY NOT!?

I need therapy yo.

[ace-entrapta]

i was tagged by @pureren to do this! thanks for always tagging me in stuff tessa ily

1. Which BTS song means the most to you?

i don’t know ᵃᶰʸᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵏᵖᵒᵖ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

2. How do you feel about astrology?

i think it can be fun! but i don’t actually believe in it and i don’t think people should use it to make like.....meaningful life decisions

3. Do you think ghosts exist?

maybe? i mean i’m always skeptical and they probably aren’t but in a tiny part in the back of my mind i’m always wondering wow what if they are? what if there’s a ghost in this room right now??? and you bet your left foot if i’m in a creepy dark room ghosts are 100% real no questions asked and i’m going to die

4. What’s your favorite instrument?

hmmm i really like the sound of piano and violin, but also electric guitar is rad

5. Who was the last person to make you really smile?

my uncle lmao, i was washing the dishes and he was like “hey doing chores with no prompting? i think this syd-ling is going to grow into a great tree” and it was lame but i laughed

6. What do you do when you feel vulnerable?

usually try my best to avoid whatever is making me feel that way or try to laugh it off bc mild confrontation causes me to burst into tears 

7. What is the last dream you had?

i was going to a party (already wildly unrealistic), africa by toto is just fucking blasting in the background and everyone is dressed all casually in t-shirt and jeans and the like, and ya girl steps in wearing this goddamn ridiculous 1800s-ass french ballroom dress that’s taking up like half the space in the apartment. every single person in the room and 2 cats stop immediately to look at me, music stops. i’m just standing there wanting to die. someone walks up to me holding a red solo cup (the cup had a lizard in it??) and says simply: “bruh.” then stabs me in the neck with a rusty spoon. i wake up with a splitting headache the end

8. Are you a nature person?

depends really. nature can be really peaceful and wonderful at times and i feel like i could stay there forever. other times i take one step outside and i can already feel the ants crawling up my legs, onto my neck, onto my face oh god theyre under my skin now help me ple

9. What’s your favorite thing to do to relieve stress?

playing a calming video game, or just going to sleep tbh (i meditate sometimes but not often)

10. Do you have any other blogs you’d like people to check out?

not really atm? i mean i’m making an art blog but it isn’t set up yet and there’s no posts so rip

11. Marvel, DC, or neither?

both are fine, not really into that stuff much

12. What do you want out of 2018?

i want to be able to accept who i am and not worry every single second of the day what people think about me.

i’d also like depression and anxiety to finally leave me alone but that might take a miracle at this point tbh

13. Do you hold grudges?

yes, but i don’t let it affect the way i treat the person if it wasn’t something very bad/ they apologised/ it happened a long time ago. but i’m a person who is very sensitive and takes things very hard and things just...really get to me no matter how hard i try not to let them.

14. Who is your favorite Disney hero/heroine?

hmmm I love mulan, and lilo from lilo and stitch iff that counts

15. Do you consider yourself a positive person?

i try to be but honestly i’m not i can be extremely negative to the point where i’m just bringing myself down. optimism is hard for me these days bc i always immediately think of everything that could go wrong

16. What is something you love that’s underrated?

idk? maybe cloudwatching bc most people think it’s boring but it can actually be really relaxing

17. What is your dream job?

i don’t have one i have no idea what i’m passionate about or what my career is gonna be but if i had to chose probably something in biological research

18. If you could live anywhere in the world, where bitch? (i accidentally deleted this part)

[i couldn’t find the original of this tag game so this question is staying like this lmao]

i have...no idea?? maybe italy bc i could eat italian food every day until i die. if not idk, somewhere with actual lgbt+ rights? i’d like that

19. When was the last time you faced a fear and how did it go?

well i face my fear of social interaction daily and it isn’t a complete disaster so that’s great

20. Which would you prefer to read: poetry, fiction, or non-fiction?

fiction, but i like poetry too

21. Where do you feel most at ease?

in my room by my self because there are no obligations to act or look a certain way and with no one to appease i don’t need to worry as much as i usually do

i tag @kkoganekrolia @valknuits @ohlances @cupidlance & @undinelance

[penzyroamin]

For the prompt list #1 and Smallsper (I know it's a rare pair but I love them to pieces)

YES. YES. YES. YEEEEES.

Quite a bit of swearing (as per the usual with my fics lmao) and mentions of alcohol, so.. yeah

Sarah was making a speech Smalls wasn’t listening to, most people in the room were close to tears, and she was pretty sure Sniper was on her phone underneath the table. Smalls had never regretted anything more than she regretted David being raised in Tallahassee.

She was surrounded by people, a blend of friends and the Jacobs-Kelly family, and she stopped to wonder why and how so many people showed up to one wedding.

And then she remembered the seventeen-way bet placed during Jack and David’s senior year of high school. Every person in that room under thirty had money on something going on in the room.

Sniper knocked their knees together under the table, and Smalls stuck her tongue out before taking her hand. When they’d started dating in college, they’d had every intent to tell their friends. But them not knowing was absolutely hilarious, and Smalls firmly believed in holding out a good practical joke.

So, Smalls, at 23 years old, didn’t have a single friend who knew she was dating her girlfriend of 4 years.

Sarah seemed to be wrapping up her speech, so Smalls tuned in again. “So thank you all for coming to see my little brother get hitched in spectacular, three-day, Floridian fashion. Jack, Davey, I love you two. Also, Race, I have ten dollars on the next wedding being Smalls and Sniper.”

Smalls turned abruptly as Sniper stood up, summoning an impressive amount of fake anger.

“For god’s sake, guys! We’re not dating!”

At least seven people said “Sure” at the same time, and someone, possibly Albert, started booing them. Sniper winked at her as she sat down, and Smalls leaned into her.

For a bunch of southerners, the Jacobs Extended Family threw an extravagant gay wedding. Slices of cake and flutes of champagne were passed out, and everyone started to mingle as Jack and David started their first dance.

Sniper poked Smalls in the ribs. “Babe.”

“Shhhh, Jack stepped on Davey’s toes again. It’s funny.”

“Baabe. Wanna go kiss in the closet for a while?”

“Heh. Closet.”

Sniper was seemingly not amused. “Well?”

“Yeah, I just wanted one last glimpse of Jack’s awful dancing. C’mon!”Smalls had moments where she wanted time to freeze, so she could stay in one place. But if she could only do one thing for the rest of her life, she would make out with her girlfriend for a lifetime.

Sniper kissed soft and sweet, letting her control the pace, and curled her fingers in Small’s short hair. Short was the key word. It was a miracle Sniper didn’t have scoliosis from leaning down so much to kiss her.

Smalls wrapped her arms around Sniper’s waist, pulling her closer, and she sighed happily right before they froze. The cause of their abrupt stop? The door opening behind them.

They’d thought their plan was foolproof. Who was going to enter a random empty closet when there was alcohol?

They underestimated the power of a large building and a tipsy groom. 

David Jacobs stared at them from the doorway, his mouth hanging open. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

She tried to think up a lie, but her jacket was on the floor, her shirt was untucked, and Sniper’s dress was significantly disheveled. Pretty damning evidence.

“Uh, are you two actually uncomfortable with people knowing, or are you just keeping the secret for shits and giggles?”

Smalls and Sniper spoke at the same time. “Shits ‘n’ giggles.”

“Can I loudly proclaim how much money I just won in front of everyone?”

She looked over at Sniper. “That okay?”

“You go, Davey. Consider it your wedding present.”

Smalls had been present when Jack proposed, and she still didn’t think she’d ever seen David happier than when he realized how much richer he was about to become.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” He sprinted off towards the stage, and Smalls and Sniper followed, snatching drinks on their way over.

David grabbed the microphone. “Hi, everyone! I’m Groom Number 2. Raise your hand if you had a bet on Smalls and Sniper!”

About a hundred hands, maybe more, went up. She didn’t think there was anyone there she knew who seemingly hadn’t placed a bet.

That was sort of unsettling.

David continued with a madman gleam in his eyes. “And raise your hand if your bet was anything other than us finding out tonight!”

Every hand was still in the air, and a rippled of nervous laughter spread through the room. Smalls buried her head in Sniper’s shawl, not able to reach her shoulder.

David looked like a child on Christmas– he was enjoying this far too much. “Every single person with a hand in the air now owes me money.”

The entire room dissolved into chaos, and in a few minutes, everyone quieted as David read off bets from Race’s notebook.

“Sarah had this New Year’s for twenty dollars! Elmer had… August fourth? What the fuck… For forty. Jack, sorry honey, had next Valentine’s Day for one hundred!” He kept reading them off until he reached the bottom of the page and spit out his champagne.

“Racetrack Higgins, does this say what I think it says?”

“Fuck you!” 

“Race had New Years for, I am not fucking with you, one thousand dollars and thirty-seven cents!”

Smalls groaned. “What have we begun?”

“Davey’s rule over this whole goddamn room,” Sniper muttered.

Attention had turned to them, and at least a hundred angry young adults begrudgingly provided congratulations. Smalls beamed at each one, and Sniper bent down to kiss her on the forehead after the train of people ended. “Wanna scram and come back for the late-night after party?”

The Late-Night After Party involved Jack and David renting out an entire club, complete with rainbow shots in long test tubes.

“Yeah.” Smalls waved at Jack and David, and they retrieved their coats before heading out. “They’re gonna torture us tonight.”

“Let them. They’re the ones who lost so much money.”

Smalls laughed and clung to her girlfriend’s arm as they hailed a taxi.

A year later, Sarah ended up winning ten dollars when the two did Vegas, came back with rings, and rented a Rockin’ Jump for an entire day to celebrate.

Nothing beats one hundred adults spending the day at Rockin’ Jump to celebrate the poster couple for height differences tying the knot.

[orcelito]

i think part of why my attempt at a run of p3p female protag didnt end up catching on was like........... i love minako, really, truly, but minato is just. such a big important THING for me, and 

also i didnt like all the pink on the menus. like, p3 is a blue game, theres just blue everywhere!!! & it was weird having a lot of that blue replaced with pink

[ultraspideysense-blog]

In Dire Need of a Tutor (Peter Parker Imagine)

request: nope just an idea i had off the dome last week

short summary: you need a tutor for AP Physics…Peter Parker is your boy for the job. stuff happens from there LOL

word count: 1.8k

warnings: a little swearing but idk if people got a problem w that *shrugs*

A/N: lowkey not sure if anyone will like this lmao but this is going to be a 3 or 4 part series, so this first part is primarily to set the stage for the next part, which will have a larger focus on peter himself. if you’d liked to be tagged in future parts or my works in general pls lmk!

“Jesus Christ, Flash, you’re so full of yourself!” you exclaimed as you quickly gathered your notebook and shoved it in your backpack. You were beyond frustrated and infuriated.

AP Physics wasn’t your strong suit, but you’d be damned if you didn’t ace both the class and its subsequent AP exam. The more you worked, the more hopeless your quest to find a tutor seemed to become. Your friend MJ tried first and it didn’t work out. Then you had tried Flash when he had offered. He wasn’t exactly the ideal person you had in mind, but you were desperate. Too desperate.

“At least I’m not as hopeless as you, how do you not understand the most basic of formulas? You’ll need a goddamn miracle to pass this exam,” he replied arrogantly. You simply showed him the finger and exited the empty classroom he’d been tutoring you in. There were still a good 5 minutes left of lunch and you were in dire need of some junk food from one of the vending machines.

As you opened the door, you collided with another person, with the contents of your backpack flying everywhere. Textbooks, notebooks, pens, everything.

“Shit,” you both exclaimed simultaneously. “This day could not get any worse,” you muttered to yourself with a humorless laugh as you bent over to collect your things.

“I-I’m really sorry,” said the boy you’d run into. He knelt down next to you and was hurriedly gathering your things. Taking a quick glance up at him, you recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t place which class.

“No, it was my fault,” you replied softly. “You don’t have to help me, it’s totally fine—“ you stopped mid-sentence as he handed you your latest Physics test that had fallen out of your bag, a big fat D+ adorning the upper right corner of the paper.  You felt your cheeks redden as you slowly took it back.

The two of you worked in silence until all of your things were gathered off of the linoleum floor of the hallway. Getting up and brushing your knees off, you were still slightly embarrassed he’d seen the test that you’d bombed.

“Thank you, uhm,” you paused, not really know his name.

“Peter…Parker. Peter Parker,” he introduced quietly, not quite meeting your eyes. They were looking down at the floor actually.

“Right..well thank you Peter. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you held out your hand for him to shake.

“I know, we have AP Physics together,” Peter stated. His cheeks reddened and his eyes widened as he continued, “I think, I mean I don’t know for sure.” He then quickly took your outstretched hand to shake.

You looked him over for a brief moment. Messy dark hair, but kind brown eyes. His t-shirt was a physics joke that, of course, you didn’t understand. But recognition slowly made its way into your features as your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, we do have physics together,” you exclaimed sheepishly. He shrugged it off nervously.

“It’s okay, I’m kind of invisible,” Peter replied quietly. After a few more brief moments he extracted his hand from yours and handed you your backpack. As you were about to shuffle away awkwardly he grabbed your arm.

“I could maybe…tutor you in Physics if you want? I kind of overheard your situation with Flash and it looks like you need help.” You could tell he was referencing the abomination of a test he had seen while helping you clean up. His eyes widened again. “Not that you’re stupid or anything, quite the opposite, I just, uh,” he stammered. You smiled at him.

“No I completely get it, I’m desperate for help honestly. Would you mind tutoring me, Peter?” you asked sweetly. If you recalled correctly, he was quite smart, and never got an answer wrong when the teacher would call on him in class.

“Sure, okay,” he said, sounding a bit breathless. You thanked the Gods above and prayed that he would be able to help you pass.

Before you could give a response, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Quickly grabbing a pen from your backpack and Peter’s arm, you scrawled your number on his arm. Students started to fill up the hallways, walking towards their next classes.

“Text and let me know what times work best for you, I’m pretty much free all the time, bye Peter!” you called as you scurried off to your next class, leaving him staring at his arm with a dumbfounded look on his face.

~2 weeks later~

Peter had been tutoring you late in the evenings after his Stark Internship, which worked out since you two lived in the same building, him being two floors up from your apartment. And, you were actually starting to understand physics. There was another test tomorrow, and tonight Peter was supposed to help you do some last minute cramming.

You couldn’t help but notice how nervous he seemed every time you were over at his apartment, or how often he would blush when you’d scoot closer to him to get a better look at a problem or concept. Any time that your shoulders would brush you’d see him visibly stiffen or jump a little bit. You considered questioning him on it, but thought that maybe he’d quit tutoring you if you did. And lord knows you couldn’t afford for that to happen.

He’d told you in school earlier that day he might be a bit late, but you still made your way up to his apartment anyway and knocked on the door. His Aunt May opened the door and smiled when she saw it was you.

“Y/N! Is Peter expecting you?” she inquired as she gestured you in. Every time you were over in the past few weeks she was nothing but warm and nice to you, and unbeknownst to you shooting Peter suggestive glances every time he led you to his room for a tutoring session.

“Yeah, we have a test tomorrow, so we’re planning on some last minute cramming so I can actually retain this information,” you joked lightly. May gave you a reassuring pat on the back.

“With Peter’s help I’m sure you’ll definitely ace it. That boy’s as smart as they come, and cute too,” she replied with a wink. You blushed.

“Definitely true.” You didn’t specify which of her statements you were agreeing with, and she didn’t ask. Instead, she mentioned you were free to wait for Peter in his room and to help yourself to anything in the kitchen before retreating to her own bedroom.  

You opted to just take a glass of water and made your way to Peter’s room, taking a seat on his bed and pulling out some study materials. Though, about 20 minutes later while deep into a multi-step pendulum problem, the window slowly started creeping open. You froze, not knowing what to do or how to react to the situation and waited to see what would unfold.

A figure slowly came in and started climbing on the ceiling…climbing on the ceiling!! You threw your hand over your mouth when realizing that none other than Spider-Man was crawling on the fucking ceiling. His mask was off and your heart raced with anticipation as you craned your neck to get a clear look at the face.

As the figure looked down and outstretched their arm to slowly close the slightly open door, it hit you like a truck: it was Peter Parker, Peter fucking Parker was the Spider-Man. In shock with a million questions running through your head, Peter finally saw you as he made his descent to the floor, shock painting his features perfectly. After 30 seconds of silence you were the first to speak.

“What the fuck, you’re Spider-Man? How do you? Why do you?” your mouth kept opening and closing as more and more questions popped into your head. You got up off of his bed and started pacing around the room, slightly annoyed and extremely confused. “Do you even have anything to say or are you just going to stand there and ignore my questions?” you all but yelled. Peter finally sprung into action throwing a hand over your mouth, realizing the severity of the situation.

“Y/N please calm down, don’t hate me just let me explain, okay, just hear me out? Please?” he begged. He started making some hardcore puppy dog eyes at you and your annoyance began to falter. You removed his hand from your mouth and once again sat on his bed, taking a deep breath. “Fine, you have 60 seconds before I start freaking out again,” you said dramatically.

Honestly inside you knew that there was no reason for you to be this worked up, you’d only known Peter almost two weeks now. But you were just…scared for him. You brushed it off as normal human compassion as he took off his Spider-Man suit.

As he changed into some normal clothes it took everything in you to look away as he revealed his rock hard abs, you wouldn’t be surprised if your cheeks were insanely red. Heaving a sigh he sat next to you on his bed, his knee bouncing up and down nervously.

“I am…Spider-Man,” he started slowly. Yeah no shit Sherlock, you thought to yourself. But didn’t dare interrupt. 

“I got bit by a spider a while ago and I developed all these super human powers and it just sort of turned into this big thing, and pretty much every day I work hard to protect everyone in Queens and just be this friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man and I know I tell everyone I have this big Stark internship but it’s just I can’t tell people about this, not even Aunt May or else she wouldn’t let me do this anymore, and I just have to do this. I can’t just have these powers to help and look out for people and neglect to use them. And I’m so sorry about lying to you but it’s just…I couldn’t risk it. I really couldn’t,” he rushed out in one single breath.

You could see slight relief in his features as everything in his mind came out of his mouth. You felt for him a little bit, evidently having nobody to confide in about this major secret in his life. Before you could formulate a response you saw tears forming in his eyes.

“Oh, Peter,” you replied softly, pulling him into a hug. “Please stop crying, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you, you’re okay.” He was sniffling against your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist, as you stroked one of your hands through his hair. “Your secret’s safe with me, I promise.”

After a few minutes he had composed himself and looked at you deeply. “Thank you, Y/N.” You felt a shiver run down your spine at how genuine he sounded…but in a good way. Brushing it off, you wiped a few stray tears off of his cheeks.

“So…you actually know Tony Stark?” you asked, trying to change the mood. He laughed a little bit, causing you to laugh too. And the two of you spent the rest of the night talking about his Spider-Man lifestyle instead of studying.