#srsly dude i'm not holding back

[vwritesaus]

I cannot WAIT to read your Thomas Grief Fic, but I feel a little bad because I also have begun a Thomas Grief Fic 😅 I'm so pumped though I feel like a lot of Thomas-related things got SUPER brushed off and it was ridiculous since he was probably the most impacted person by the main TLH deaths??? He deserves better ugh lol

gasp, excuse me you're also writing a thomas grief fic??? mate you better tag me in that shit when you post it, i need to read it so badly. there fr needs to be more thomas grieving fics bc you're so right—he deserves better. that was precisely my main thought when i first starting writing this fic eugh

and i guess it's up to us fic writers to see that's it done huh? the more the merrier i say. our boy deserves justice. tbh most of the tlh characters do :'(

"I feel like a lot of Thomas-related things got SUPER brushed off and it was ridiculous since he was probably the most impacted person by the main TLH deaths???" —SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ! ! ! !

yes. like intermission: grief, for example, was mainly cordelia mourning james's and matthew's disappearance into edom (which is fine. seriously, it is) but thomas got a tiny mention about how he was the last of the merry thieves in this world (london) and how alone he must feel. that just straight up broke my heart, but then it doesn't really get mentioned again?? so am i gonna delve into that a bit more in this fic? absolutely. and that's not to mention the severe lack of grieving at/mention of the fucking funeral. if livvy and robert can have theirs in tda, christopher can damn well have his in this fic

tbh there's gonna be a lot i address in this fic, you mark my words. there's just so much to say, y'know????? whether i do it successfully is another matter, but i'm gonna bloody well try

anyway, sorry for the rant, and i'm so happy you're excited for the fic, thank you!! i'm excited for yours too so please lmk when you drop it ♡

[astrxq]

HERE ME OUT PLEASE Spider-Man!cregan x reader. Cregan bump into reader at school when he is not in disguise and they became from then on, maybe? and meet reader again when he is in disguise (he could save her from being rob or save her while fighting villain.) which they also form a bond. They both sort of develop a crush on each other from then on Cregan is just smitten and reader is just like “I like this Spider-Man dude but I also like this Cregan guy”. Then one day spider!Cregan is injured and come to reader for help and reveal himself as Cregan. He confess to her that he just inlove with her since day one. Overall just fluff and cliché stuff.

(I’m srsly sorry if I made no sense at all😭🙏)

Between Masks and Moments

spider-man!cregan x reader

words: 13.5k

notes: this was longer than i intended it to be 😭 i thought i was about 6k words in and when i checked the word count it was already at 12k… but i hope you like it!

The first time you truly noticed Cregan Stark, it was because he nearly knocked you off your feet.

As you rounded the corner of the science building, lost in thought about the upcoming lecture, you collided with something solid. No, not something – someone. Your books tumbled to the ground, pages fluttering in the damp breeze, and you stumbled backward, nearly losing your footing.

"Oh, shit," a deep voice muttered. "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

You looked up, ready to brush off the apology with a quick 'no problem,' but the words died in your throat. Standing before you was Cregan Stark, the quiet, brooding guy from your biochemistry class. He was already crouching down, gathering your scattered belongings with large, careful hands.

You'd never been this close to him before. Sure, you'd stolen glances during lectures, admiring his strong jawline and the way his brow furrowed in concentration as he took notes. But now, mere inches away, you could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, the slight stubble on his chin that gave him a rugged appearance.

"It's okay," you finally managed to say, kneeling down to help him. "I wasn't really paying attention either."

Cregan's eyes met yours for a brief moment before quickly darting away. Was that a hint of a blush on his cheeks? No, it had to be the chill in the air.

"Here," he said, handing you your books. His voice was gruff, almost annoyed, but there was a gentleness in the way he handled your things that contradicted his tone. "Sorry again."

You took the books from him, your fingers accidentally brushing against his. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you, and you quickly pulled your hand back. "Thanks," you murmured.

Cregan stood up, and you couldn't help but notice how he towered over you. You'd always known he was tall, but up close, his presence was almost overwhelming. His broad shoulders seemed to block out the entire world behind him.

You straightened up, clutching your books to your chest, and for a moment, you were both frozen in the narrow hallway, caught in a strange, tense silence. Cregan shifted his weight, his brow furrowing even more, as if he was trying to decide whether to say something else or just walk away.

He settled on the former.

"You're in my biochem class, right?" His tone was still a bit gruff, but there was an underlying softness.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart sped up. "Yeah, I am. You're Cregan, right?"

He gave a short, almost reluctant nod. "Yeah."

There was another pause, and you felt the awkwardness creeping in. But before it could fully take hold, Cregan surprised you by speaking again.

"Do you need help with that stuff?" He glanced at the stack of books in your arms, his expression hard to read. 

You hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected offer. "I mean, if you're not in a hurry, I wouldn't mind."

Cregan exhaled a short breath, almost like a sigh, but he reached out anyway, taking half the books from your arms. His hands were warm and strong, and for a moment, you wondered what it would be like to hold them longer, to feel that warmth without the excuse of fallen books.

"Where to?" he asked, his voice softer now, less annoyed. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, something almost shy, though you'd never describe Cregan Stark as shy.

"The library," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I was going to study before the next class."

Cregan gave another one of those short nods and started walking beside you, his long strides forcing you to pick up your pace. As you walked together, the silence between you wasn't as awkward as you'd expected. In fact, it was almost comfortable, as if Cregan's brooding presence somehow grounded you, made the chaotic noise of the school fade into the background.

When you reached the library, you stopped by one of the tables near the back, where it was quiet and the light was softer. Cregan set your books down, and for a moment, he just stood there, looking at them, then at you, like he was debating something in his head.

"Thanks for helping me out," you said, breaking the silence.

Cregan's eyes flicked up to meet yours, and there was that flicker of something again – a hint of warmth beneath the gruff exterior. "No problem," he muttered. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "See you in class."

You watched as he turned to leave, his broad back disappearing into the rows of bookshelves. It was only after he was gone that you realized you were still holding your breath. There was something about Cregan Stark that made your heart beat just a little faster, something that lingered in your thoughts long after he'd walked away.

As you sat down to study, you found it hard to focus. Your mind kept drifting back to the way his eyes had softened when he looked at you, the way his voice had gentled, just for a moment. 

For Cregan, that collision in the hallway was both a dream come true and his worst nightmare.

He'd noticed you on the first day of class, drawn to your quiet intelligence and the way your eyes lit up when you understood a particularly difficult concept. Over the weeks, he'd found himself stealing glances at you during lectures, admiring the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were concentrating, or how you'd bite your lip when you were deep in thought.

But Cregan had never allowed himself to entertain the possibility of actually talking to you. His life was complicated enough without adding romantic entanglements to the mix. Between his duties as Spider-Man, his studies, and the constant struggle to make ends meet, he'd convinced himself that he didn't have time for a relationship. Besides, he reasoned, what could he possibly offer someone like you?

So he'd contented himself with admiring you from afar, treasuring those small moments of connection when you'd make eye contact across the lecture hall or exchange polite nods in the hallway. He told himself it was enough, that his crush was just a harmless distraction from the weight of his responsibilities.

But now, as he walked away from the library, his heart was pounding in a way that had nothing to do with his spider-enhanced physiology. The memory of your touch, brief as it was, sent electricity coursing through his veins. The scent of your shampoo lingered in his nostrils, and he couldn't shake the image of your eyes looking up at him, wide with surprise and something else... interest, maybe?

Cregan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't afford to get distracted, not now. There was a chemistry lab to prepare for, and after that, he had to patrol the city. The weight of his responsibilities settled back onto his shoulders, and he felt his expression harden into its usual brooding mask.

But as he pushed open the door to the science building, he couldn't help but glance back towards the library. For the first time in a long while, Cregan allowed himself to wonder: what if?

_________

The next few days passed in a blur of lectures, lab work, and late-night patrols. You found yourself paying more attention to Cregan in class, noticing things you'd overlooked before. The way his brow furrowed when he was concentrating, the slight twitch of his lips when the professor made a particularly bad science pun, the graceful strength in his hands as he manipulated lab equipment.

Sometimes, you caught him looking at you too. His gaze would quickly dart away, but not before you noticed a softness in his eyes that contrasted sharply with his usual gruff demeanor. It made you wonder what was going on behind that brooding exterior.

You'd exchanged a few more words since your collision – a quiet "hey" as you took your seats, a muttered "thanks" when he held the door for you. Each time, you felt a little thrill of... something. Anticipation? Curiosity? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

It was Friday evening when everything changed. 

The streets were unusually quiet for a Friday night. Most people were already indoors, safe from the impending downpour. You turned down a narrow alley, a familiar shortcut you often took when in a hurry. The light from the streetlamps barely penetrated the shadows here, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. You told yourself it was just your imagination, that the looming storm and the empty streets were playing tricks on your mind.

But as you reached the halfway point of the alley, you heard it – a soft rustling, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickened your pace, your breath catching in your throat.

"Hey, where are you heading so fast?" a voice called out. You didn’t dare look back, your instincts screaming at you to keep moving.

The footsteps grew closer, the tension wrapping around you like a vice. You were almost at the end of the alley when a figure stepped out of the shadows ahead, blocking your path. He was tall, with a lean, wiry build and a predatory grin that sent a shiver down your spine.

"What's the rush?" he asked, his voice mockingly sweet. The way he stood, arms loose at his sides, suggested a confidence that chilled you to the bone. You were trapped.

Your mind raced, searching for a way out, but the options were grim. You could scream, but who would hear you? Your phone was buried in your bag, useless in the face of such immediate danger.

As the man stepped closer, you took a shaky step back, only to feel a solid wall of muscle behind you. Another one, you realized with a sinking heart. You were cornered.

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for whatever was to come. But before the situation could escalate, a sound split the air – a sharp, almost imperceptible *thwip*. 

And then, everything happened at once.

A blur of red and blue dropped down from above, moving with a speed and precision that left you breathless. The man behind you was yanked away, a startled yelp escaping his lips as he was thrown against the wall, his hands and feet bound by sticky webbing. The other barely had time to react before he too was disarmed and pinned to the ground, a web cocoon forming around him in seconds.

You stood frozen, eyes wide with shock, as Spider-Man – the Spider-Man – landed lightly in front of you. His eyes, hidden behind those iconic white lenses, seemed to scan you for any sign of injury. The air around you crackled with tension, but now it was a different kind – the kind that came with knowing you were safe, even if only for the moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice muffled but unmistakably concerned.

You nodded numbly, unable to find your voice. Up close, Spider-Man was even more imposing than you’d imagined, but there was something comforting in his presence, something that made the terror of the last few minutes begin to ebb away.

"Good," he said, his tone gentle now. He hesitated, moving to place a hand on your arm but not quite reaching you before he pulled back. “Do you need water or something?”

You glanced at the two thugs, now securely webbed to the walls, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude mixed with disbelief. You’d been saved by Spider-Man – a hero who was as much a myth as he was a reality in your mind. Unable to find your voice, you shook your head. 

"Thank you," you finally managed to say, your voice shaky but sincere.

He tilted his head slightly, as if studying you. "It’s no problem. But it’s not safe to be out here alone, especially this late. Do you need a lift home?"

The offer caught you off guard. A lift home? With Spider-Man?

You hesitated, then nodded. "That...that would be great."

Without another word, Spider-Man stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist with surprising ease, as if he’d done this a thousand times before. Your heart raced – not from fear, but from the sudden closeness, the way his presence seemed to envelop you.

"Hold on tight," he instructed, his voice calm and reassuring.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he shot a web into the night sky and the ground disappeared beneath you. You clung to him instinctively, your eyes squeezing shut as the wind rushed past your face, cool and refreshing in the humid night air.

All too soon, after you’d instructed him the way to your home, the flight ended as Spider-Man landed gracefully on the fire escape outside your apartment window. He set you down gently, his arm lingering around your waist for just a second longer than necessary before he pulled away.

"Home sweet home," he quipped, his tone light.

You took a step back, trying to steady your breath. "Thank you," you said again, your voice softer this time. "Really, I don’t know how to repay you."

Spider-Man didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he seemed to hesitate, as if debating something internally. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he asked, "Mind if I hang out here for a bit? The view’s not bad."

You blinked in surprise. Was Spider-Man asking to stay? With you? The night was full of surprises, it seemed.

"Sure," you said, moving towards the window and gesturing for him to follow. "I’ve never had a guest on my fire escape before."

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a strange warmth through you. "First time for everything."

You both settled onto the metal platform, the city spread out before you like a living, breathing canvas. The air was cool now, the storm holding off for just a little longer, and for a moment, you simply sat there in silence, letting the night speak for itself.

"You live here alone?" he asked after a while, his voice quieter now, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the peacefulness of the moment.

"Yeah," you replied, glancing over at him. His mask hid his expression, but there was a certain softness in the way he held himself, a relaxation you hadn’t expected. "It’s not much, but it’s home."

He nodded, seemingly lost in thought. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "It must get lonely sometimes."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. You weren’t sure if he was talking about you or himself, but either way, you felt an odd connection in that moment, a shared understanding of what it meant to be alone in a city full of people.

"Sometimes," you admitted, your gaze drifting back to the city skyline. "But I guess that’s just part of life, right?"

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice almost lost in the breeze. "Part of life."

For a while longer, you both sat there, the city a quiet hum in the background. And in that silence, there was a comfort, a sense of companionship that neither of you had expected but both seemed to need.

“Do you want pizza?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. At the mention of food, his head shot up. 

“You’ve got pizza?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. “Yeah, I do. It’s leftover from earlier. It’s probably cold by now, but–”

Spider-Man’s enthusiasm seemed to overflow. “Cold pizza is fine! In fact, it’s the best kind of pizza!”

You laughed, the sound bright and clear in the night air. It felt strange, yet oddly comforting, to share such a simple moment with someone who seemed so larger-than-life.

“Alright then, let me grab it,” you said, moving toward the window. As you opened it and stepped inside, you could feel Spider-Man’s eyes on you.

You retrieved the pizza from the fridge, the box still warm from its earlier stint in the oven. Returning to the fire escape, you offered it to Spider-Man with a shy, almost playful grin.

“Here you go,” you said, handing over the box. “Cold pizza and all.”

He took it eagerly, setting it down beside him on the metal ledge. 

You took a seat next to him, the cool metal beneath you grounding you after the adrenaline of the earlier encounter. The city lights below twinkled like stars, and for a moment, the chaos of the evening seemed to fade away.

Spider-Man popped open the pizza box, revealing a slightly congealed but still appetizing array of toppings. He pulled out a slice with deft movements and took a large bite, pulling up his mask just enough for you to not be able to make out his identity, his mask making the act look both humorous and oddly endearing.

"So," Spider-Man said as he took another bite, "late night at the library?"

You blinked, surprised by the casual conversation. "How did you know?"

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "The stack of textbooks in your bag was a pretty big clue.”

You laughed, the sound mingling with the distant rumble of thunder as the storm prepared to make its entrance. "I guess I should have guessed you'd notice something like that."

Spider-Man nodded, a playful glint visible in the sliver of his eyes. "It's kind of my thing to notice details. Helps with the whole hero gig."

You bit into a slice of pizza, the cold cheese and slightly chewy crust a comforting contrast to the evening’s chaos. Spider-Man’s relaxed demeanor made it feel like you were just two friends sharing a late-night snack, not someone in need of rescue and the rescuer himself.

"What's your favorite topping?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation to something light.

He looked at the slice in his hand, contemplating. "Pepperoni. Classic choice, but it’s hard to beat."

You grinned. “Pepperoni?” you echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Really? I have to say, bacon is the superior topping.”

Spider-Man’s eyes widened behind his mask, and he mock-gasped, holding his pizza slice up as if it were a shield. “Bacon? How could you betray the classic pepperoni like that?”

You chuckled, leaning back against the fire escape’s metal railing. 

“You can’t be serious,” Spider-Man said, feigning outrage. “Pepperoni is a staple. Bacon is great, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t hold a candle to a well-cooked pepperoni slice.”

You raised an eyebrow, chuckling at his animated reaction. “Bacon adds a crispy, savory kick that pepperoni just can’t match. And don’t tell me you haven’t had bacon on pizza before. It’s like a flavor explosion.”

“Flavor explosion?” Spider-Man’s voice was incredulous, but there was a hint of laughter in it. “More like a greasy mess. And don’t get me started on how bacon can overshadow the other toppings. Pepperoni complements the cheese, the sauce – it’s harmonious.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Spider-Man’s dramatic reaction. The absurdity of debating pizza toppings with a superhero in the middle of the night struck you as hilariously surreal.

“Oh, come on,” you said, shaking your head. “Bacon doesn’t overshadow. It complements! It’s like having a surprise party on your pizza. You take a bite, and bam! – there’s the crispy, smoky goodness.”

Spider-Man pretended to shudder. “A surprise party?” he chuckled. “Agree to disagree. I’m sticking with my classic.”

You smiled, “I’ll take that as my win.”

You couldn’t quite believe it. There you were, sitting on your fire escape, and locked in a passionate debate about pizza toppings with Spider-Man. Spider-Man. The same superhero who swung through the night, fighting villains and saving lives. And here he was, playfully defending pepperoni against your undying love for bacon.

It felt like a scene plucked from a dream – a surreal interlude where the chaos of the night melted away into a shared moment of absurdity and connection. Inside your tiny apartment, the city was a backdrop, a distant hum of life and noise that barely intruded on this bizarrely intimate conversation.

The superhero was right there, his masked face only partially visible in the dim light, but clearly animated and engaged in a debate over something as trivial as pizza toppings.

"I might have to swing by more often just to change your mind about that pizza."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Oh?" you managed, trying to keep your voice steady. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

Spider-Man tilted his head, and even though you couldn't see his face, you could almost feel the grin behind his mask. "Well," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I could always bring you some properly topped pizza. Show you the error of your bacon-loving ways."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words. The thought of Spider-Man swinging by again, just to bring you pizza, seemed both thrilling and strangely domestic.

"I'd like that," you said softly, surprising yourself with your honesty. "Though I think you'll have a hard time converting me."

Spider-Man chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "Challenge accepted," he said, his voice tinged with a playfulness that made your heart race.

For a moment, you both fell silent, the weight of the evening's events settling back over you. The pizza box lay empty between you, a testament to the strange normalcy you'd managed to carve out of this surreal situation.

Finally, Spider-Man stood, stretching as if preparing to leave. "I should get going. There’s always more to do."

You nodded, a pang of disappointment tugging at your heart. "Thanks again, for everything."

He turned to face you, and for a moment, you thought you saw a hint of a smile beneath his mask. "Anytime," he said, his voice warm. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

Before you could answer, he gave a final nod, and in a graceful, practiced motion, he leaped off the fire escape. For a moment, you watched as he soared into the night, his silhouette briefly illuminated by the distant streetlights. Then, with a soft whoosh, he was gone, disappearing into the urban tapestry of lights and shadows.

That night, as you laid in bed, your mind raced with thoughts of both Cregan and Spider-Man. The quiet, brooding boy from your class and the witty, heroic figure who had saved you – they couldn't be more different. And yet, there was something about both of them that drew you in, that made you want to know more.

Little did you know, across the city, Cregan was having similar thoughts about you. As he peeled off his Spider-Man suit, wincing at the bruises from his earlier fight, he couldn't shake the memory of holding you close as he swung through the city. He'd been drawn to you for weeks, admiring you from afar in class. But tonight, he'd gotten a taste of what it might be like to be close to you, to talk to you without the awkwardness that always seemed to plague him as Cregan.

As Spider-Man, he could be confident, even flirtatious. He could say the things he'd always wanted to say to you but never had the courage to. It was liberating, but also terrifying. Because now, more than ever, he wanted to know you, to be close to you. But how could he do that without revealing his secret? How could he be both the Cregan you knew from class and the Spider-Man who had saved you tonight?

_________

The week following your encounter with Spider-Man was a strange blend of normalcy and surreal anticipation. You went about your daily routine – attending classes, studying, grabbing coffee with friends – but there was an undercurrent of excitement, a constant awareness that at any moment, you might spot a flash of red and blue swinging between buildings.

For Cregan, the week was a torturous exercise in self-restraint. Every time he saw you in class or passed you in the hallway, his heart rate spiked. He found himself torn between an overwhelming desire to talk to you and a paralyzing fear of giving himself away.

The first few days, he limited himself to small, careful interactions. A wave as you entered the lecture hall. A nod of acknowledgment when your eyes met across the cafeteria. Each time, he felt a surge of warmth at your answering smile, but he always pulled back before he could do or say anything more.

At night, as he patrolled the city, Cregan found his thoughts constantly drifting back to you. He'd catch himself swinging past your apartment building, telling himself he was just checking to make sure you were safe. But deep down, he knew he was hoping for another chance encounter, another opportunity to talk to you as Spider-Man.

By Thursday, the tension was becoming unbearable. Cregan knew he couldn't keep this up indefinitely. He had to make a decision – either find a way to approach you as Cregan Stark or risk losing any chance of a real connection.

It was Friday afternoon when he finally worked up the courage to act. He spotted you entering the library, arms full of books. Taking a deep breath, Cregan followed you inside.

He watched as you settled at a table near the back, the same spot where he'd left you after your collision the week before. For a moment, he hesitated, second-guessing himself. What if you didn't want to be bothered? What if you preferred the quiet, grumpy Cregan from class and were put off by any attempt at friendliness?

But then he remembered the way you'd laughed with Spider-Man, the easy conversation you'd shared over cold pizza. He wanted that – not just as his masked alter ego, but as himself.

Squaring his shoulders, Cregan approached your table. When you didn’t look up, he cleared his throat. 

"Hey," he said softly, mindful of the library's quiet atmosphere. "Mind if I join you?"

You looked up, surprise evident in your eyes. For a heart-stopping moment, Cregan thought you might say no. But then your expression softened into a smile. "Sure," you replied, gesturing to the empty chair next to you as you cleared the table for him. "There's plenty of room."

Cregan sat down, trying to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest. Up close, he could see the flecks of color in your eyes, the same ones he'd admired from behind his mask. He cleared his throat, searching for something to say.

"Biochem midterm?" he asked, nodding towards the textbook open in front of you.

You nodded, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. "Yeah. I'm still struggling with some of the enzyme kinetics concepts."

Cregan felt a flutter of excitement. This, he could handle. Science was his element, a language he spoke fluently even when words failed him in other areas. "I could help, if you want," he offered, his voice gruff but tinged with genuine eagerness. "I've got a pretty good handle on that stuff."

Your eyes lit up, and Cregan felt his breath catch. "Really? That would be amazing. I've been staring at these diagrams for hours, and they're still not making sense."

As Cregan leaned in to look at your textbook, he felt some of his nervousness begin to ebb away. This was familiar territory – explaining scientific concepts, breaking down complex ideas into simpler parts.

You shifted your chair slightly closer to his, your shoulder brushing against his arm as you both peered down at the open textbook. Cregan felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, his skin tingling where you'd touched. The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with an energy that made his heart race even faster. 

He focused on the page, the neatly printed equations and diagrams suddenly feeling more daunting than they'd ever been in his own studies. But you were looking at him expectantly, and Cregan knew he had to push through the nerves that threatened to steal his voice.

"Okay, so," he began, his voice just above a whisper, "enzyme kinetics can be tricky because it’s all about how the enzymes interact with the substrates. Think of it like... a dance. Each enzyme has a specific partner, and the speed of the reaction depends on how well they fit together and move in sync."

You nodded, leaning in closer, your brow furrowed in concentration. Cregan’s eyes flicked to your face, catching the way your lips pursed slightly as you tried to grasp the concept. He found himself lingering on the curve of your mouth, the soft glow of your skin under the library’s dim lighting.

As he explained further, your questions came, your voice soft and inviting, drawing him deeper into the conversation. Each time you spoke, Cregan’s heart would stutter, your words weaving into the atmosphere between you. He would catch himself staring at your hands as they moved across the page, slender fingers tracing the diagrams he described, and wonder what it would feel like to hold them.

The tension from earlier began to melt away, replaced by a quiet intimacy that neither of you had expected. Cregan leaned in even closer, his shoulder now pressed fully against yours. You didn’t move away – instead, you tilted your head towards him, so close that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his cheek.

The library seemed to fade around you, the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant shuffle of pages and whispers all but disappearing. It was just the two of you, cocooned in a bubble of soft words and shared focus. Cregan felt his guard lowering, the lines between Cregan Stark and Spider-Man blurring as he let himself enjoy this simple, honest moment with you.

Every time you asked a question, Cregan felt a little more of his confidence return. He could see the frustration in your eyes begin to ease, replaced by a spark of understanding that made him want to keep talking, keep sharing this part of himself with you. 

Finally, after what felt like both a brief and endless stretch of time, you smiled – a real, bright smile that made something in Cregan’s chest ache with warmth.

“That actually makes sense now. I don’t know how to thank you, Cregan.” you said, leaning back in your chair, though still close enough that your knees brushed his under the table.

Cregan's breath hitched at the sound of his name on your lips, soft and full of gratitude. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady as he replied, "I’m glad I could help. It’s, uh, nice to talk about this stuff with someone who gets it." His words trailed off into a nervous laugh, his gaze flicking between your eyes and the textbook.

You laughed softly, a sound that made Cregan’s pulse quicken. "Well, I’m lucky to have found the best tutor around," you teased, the warmth in your tone making his cheeks flush.

Cregan’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all centering on the impossible closeness of you, the way your laughter wrapped around him like a soft blanket. He wanted to say more, to tell you how much he’d been thinking about you, how every time he saw you, he felt a pull he couldn’t explain. But he held back, scared to break the delicate balance of this moment.

Instead, he settled for a simple, "Anytime," the word heavy with everything he wasn’t brave enough to say out loud. 

As the silence stretched between you, neither of you moved away. Cregan's hand rested on the edge of the table, fingers inching just a bit closer to where yours lay, as if testing the waters, waiting to see if you’d pull away.

But you didn’t. 

“Would you tutor me for biochem? I can pay you,”

Your question hung in the air between you, and Cregan’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected you to ask, and the offer of payment made something in him twist uncomfortably. You were offering him something concrete, something logical – an exchange of services – but that wasn’t what he wanted. Not really.

He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign that you were asking out of more than just academic need. But all he saw was sincerity, a touch of hopefulness, and maybe, just maybe, something else – a faint flicker of warmth that made him wonder if you felt the same connection he did.

Cregan swallowed hard, feeling the tension rise in his chest. The last thing he wanted was for this to become transactional, something that would reduce your time together to a simple tutor-student dynamic. He didn’t want your money. He wanted your company, your laughter, the way your presence seemed to quiet the rest of the world.

“No, you don’t have to pay me,” he stammered, his voice softer than he intended. “I’d be happy to help. Really. I mean, it’s kind of fun, right? We can just, uh, study together whenever you need. No strings attached.”

The words tumbled out awkwardly, but he meant every one of them. He watched you carefully, nervous about how you’d react. For a split second, he worried that maybe you’d misunderstand – that you’d think he wasn’t taking you seriously, or that he was brushing off your offer.

But then you smiled, a slow, warm curve of your lips that made Cregan’s pulse quicken again. “Are you sure?” you asked, though there was a lightness in your tone now, as if you’d already guessed his answer. “I don’t want to take up your time for nothing.”

Cregan shook his head, his own smile starting to form. “It’s not nothing,” he said, feeling a bit of his confidence return. “Besides, I could use the review too. Biochem’s always easier with someone else to bounce ideas off of.”

You laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. But I owe you a coffee at least. No arguments. That’s non-negotiable.”

Cregan’s heart soared at the thought of spending more time with you, of sharing something as simple and normal as a cup of coffee. It wasn’t a date – not exactly – but it felt like a step closer to something more, something real. He nodded quickly, eager to accept any excuse to see you outside of class, outside of these quiet, studious moments.

“Deal,” he said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic, though he knew he was failing miserably. He could feel the blush creeping up his neck, his nerves returning in full force.

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable, charged with an unspoken understanding that went beyond the words you’d exchanged. Cregan’s hand was still on the edge of the table, close to yours, and he wondered if you’d noticed just how near they were.

But before he could overthink it, you shifted slightly, your fingers brushing against his as you adjusted your textbook. It was the smallest of touches, but it sent a shiver up Cregan’s spine, his skin buzzing with the sensation.

“Tomorrow?” you asked, your voice soft but steady. “For the coffee? We can meet after class.”

Cregan nodded, his throat tight with emotion. “Tomorrow,” he echoed, feeling like it couldn’t come fast enough. The thought of seeing you again, of sitting across from you with a cup of coffee, made everything else fade into the background. 

As he watched you disappear around the corner of a bookshelf, Cregan let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His mind was already racing ahead to tomorrow, to the coffee shop, to the prospect of spending more time with you outside of the confines of the classroom or library.

But as the initial rush of excitement began to fade, a familiar anxiety started to creep in. How was he going to balance this? His life as Cregan Stark, college student and potential friend (maybe more?) to you, with his responsibilities as Spider-Man? What if there was an emergency during their coffee... not-date? What if you started to notice his frequent disappearances, his unexplained bruises?

You found yourself replaying your conversation in your mind, smiling at the memory of his shy smiles and the way his eyes lit up when he talked. There was something about Cregan Stark that intrigued you, a depth that you were eager to explore further.

But as much as Cregan occupied your thoughts, you couldn't shake the memory of your encounter with Spider-Man. The masked hero's wit and charm had left an impression, and you often found yourself glancing up at the sky, half-hoping to catch a glimpse of red and blue swinging between buildings.

It was a week after your encounter when your path crossed with Spider-Man again. You were walking home late, having stayed at the library longer than intended, your mind still buzzing with biochemistry formulas and the lingering warmth of your interactions with Cregan.

The street was quiet, the air cool and crisp with the promise of autumn. You were so lost in thought that you almost missed the soft thud behind you. Almost.

"You know, it's dangerous to walk alone at night," a familiar voice called out, playful but with an undercurrent of concern. "Even in this neighborhood."

You spun around, your heart leaping into your throat. There, perched on a nearby lamppost, was Spider-Man, his masked face tilted towards you in a way that suggested he was smiling.

"Are you following me?" a mix of surprise and excitement coloring your voice. 

He chuckled, the sound sending a small shiver down your spine. "Just keeping an eye on the city," he replied, his tone light. "But I have to admit, I'm glad I ran into you again. How've you been?"

You couldn't help but smile, the tension in your shoulders easing. "I've been good," you said, taking a step closer to the lamppost. "No more late-night alley adventures, if that's what you're asking."

Spider-Man laughed again, dropping down from the lamppost to stand in front of you. Even with the mask, you could sense his amusement. "Good to hear. Though I have to say, I was hoping for an excuse to swoop in and save the day again."

There was something in his voice, a hint of flirtation that made your pulse quicken. You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Oh? And here I thought you had plenty of other damsels in distress to rescue."

"Ah, but none quite as intriguing as you," he quipped, his head tilting in a way that made you wonder what expression he was wearing beneath the mask.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, thankful for the dim streetlight that probably hid it. "Intriguing, huh? I'm not sure whether to be flattered or worried."

Spider-Man took a step closer, and you were suddenly very aware of his presence, the way he seemed to radiate a mix of confidence and nervous energy. "Definitely flattered," he said, his voice softer now. "Trust me, it takes a lot to catch a spider's attention."

You laughed, the sound slightly breathless. "Well, consider me honored then," you replied, surprised by your own boldness. "Though I have to say, you're pretty intriguing yourself, Spider-Man."

He seemed to stand a little straighter at that, and you could almost imagine the grin behind his mask. "Oh yeah? Care to elaborate on that?"

You pretended to consider for a moment, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "I hear you have excellent taste in pizza toppings."

Spider-Man laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Ah, so my reputation precedes me. Though I still maintain that pepperoni is superior to bacon."

You gasped in mock offense. "And here I thought we were getting along so well. Clearly, I was mistaken."

"Maybe I could change your mind," he said, his tone playful but with an undercurrent of something more. You didn’t know how you hadn’t seen the pizza box he was hiding behind his back until he held it up. “Might just change your mind.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the pizza box. "You brought pizza? Were you planning this encounter, Spider-Man?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

He shrugged, the movement oddly graceful. "Let's just say I had a hunch I might run into you. And I never pass up an opportunity to prove the superiority of pepperoni."

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, far be it from me to turn down free pizza. But where exactly are we going to eat it? I don't think the sidewalk is the most romantic spot for a pizza date."

The word 'date' slipped out before you could stop it, and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. Spider-Man seemed to pause for a moment, and you wondered if he was blushing too, beneath that mask.

"Date, huh?" he said, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure. "Well, if it's romance you're after, I think I know just the spot. Do you trust me?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I'm not sure if I should trust a man in a mask, but..."

Spider-Man stepped closer, and your breath caught in your throat. "Hold on tight," he said, his voice low and warm.

Before you could fully process what was happening, his arm was around your waist, pulling you close against his side. You barely had time to wrap your arms around his neck before he shot a web upwards, and suddenly, you were airborne.

The city rushed by in a blur of lights and shadows, the cool night air whipping past you. You clung tightly to Spider-Man, your heart racing from a mixture of adrenaline and proximity. His body was warm and solid against yours, and even through the suit, you could feel the strength in his arms as he held you securely.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, you landed softly on a rooftop. Spider-Man gently set you down, his hand lingering on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary.

"You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, slightly breathless. "Yeah, I'm... wow. That was incredible."

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you gasped softly. The rooftop offered a stunning view of the city skyline, lights twinkling like stars against the night sky. It was beautiful, peaceful in a way you'd never experienced the city before.

"This is amazing," you said softly, turning to look at Spider-Man. "How did you find this place?"

He shrugged, setting the pizza box down on a nearby ledge. "I swing by a lot of rooftops. This one's always been a favorite. It's quiet, and the view... well, it speaks for itself."

You nodded in agreement, moving to sit on the ledge next to the pizza box. Spider-Man joined you, his movements fluid and graceful.

"So," he said, opening the box and revealing a steaming pepperoni pizza, "ready to have your mind changed about the ultimate pizza topping?"

You laughed, reaching for a slice. "We'll see about that. I'm not easily swayed."

As you both ate, you fell into easy conversation. Spider-Man was witty and charming, his jokes making you laugh even as you rolled your eyes. But there were moments, brief flashes when his voice would soften or he'd tilt his head in a certain way, that reminded you startlingly of Cregan.

You pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the surreal experience of sharing pizza on a rooftop with a superhero. As the night wore on and the pizza dwindled, you found yourself relaxing, leaning slightly closer to Spider-Man.

"Okay," you admitted finally, "I have to say, this pepperoni pizza is pretty good."

Spider-Man pumped his fist in victory. "I knew it! Another convert to the pepperoni side."

You laughed, nudging his shoulder playfully. "Don't get too cocky. I still maintain that bacon has its merits."

He turned to face you, and even though you couldn't see his eyes, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. "Guess I'll just have to keep trying to convince you," he said softly.

His words hung in the air between you, charged with an energy that made your heart race. You found yourself leaning in slightly, drawn by the warmth of his presence and the intimacy of the moment.

"Is that a promise?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Spider-Man's hand twitched, as if he was about to reach out to you, but he caught himself. "It might be," he replied, his tone a mix of playfulness and something deeper, more sincere. "If you're interested in more rooftop pizza, that is."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I might be," you echoed his words, your eyes never leaving his masked face. "Though I have to warn you, I'm not easily won over. It might take a lot of convincing."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "I'm up for the challenge."

For a moment, you both sat in comfortable silence, the city sprawling out beneath you like a living, breathing entity. The cool night air carried the faint sounds of traffic and distant sirens, reminding you of the world beyond this rooftop.

"Can I ask you something?" you said finally, turning to face him fully.

Spider-Man nodded, his posture shifting to give you his full attention. "Shoot."

You hesitated, wondering if you were crossing a line. "What's it like? Being... you? Having all this power, this responsibility?"

He was quiet for a long moment, and you worried you'd overstepped. But then he sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "It's... complicated," he said finally. "It's exhilarating, knowing I can make a difference, save lives. But it's also terrifying. There's always the fear of not being fast enough, strong enough. Or, well  –  death."

His honesty caught you off guard. You'd expected a quip, maybe a lighthearted deflection. Instead, you got a glimpse of the person behind the mask, vulnerable and achingly human.

Without thinking, you reached out, placing your hand on his arm. "That sounds incredibly difficult," you said softly. "But for what it's worth, I think you're doing an amazing job. This city is lucky to have you."

Spider-Man looked down at your hand, then back up to your face. Even through the mask, you could sense the intensity of his gaze. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "That... means a lot."

You smiled, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before pulling your hand back. As you did, you couldn't help but notice the firm muscles beneath the suit, the strength coiled just beneath the surface.

Clearing your throat, you looked back out at the city, trying to calm your racing heart. "So, um, do you bring all the girls you save up here for pizza, or am I special?" you asked, aiming for a teasing tone to lighten the mood.

Spider-Man laughed, the sound lighter now. "Oh, definitely special," he said, bumping his shoulder against yours playfully. "It's not every day I meet someone who can challenge my pizza topping supremacy."

You grinned, feeling the tension ease. "Well, I'm honored.” 

Before you could dwell on it, a distant siren pierced the night air. Spider-Man's head snapped towards the sound, his body tensing.

"I'm sorry," he said, turning back to you with obvious reluctance. "I have to..."

You nodded, understanding. "Go," you said softly. "It’s okay, I’ll find my way back."

He stood, hesitating for a moment. Then, in a move that surprised you both, he reached out and squeezed your hand gently. "Thanks for... this," he said, gesturing vaguely at the rooftop, the remnants of your pizza dinner. "It was nice to just be... me for a while."

Your heart fluttered at his words, at the warmth of his hand on yours. "Anytime, Spider-Man," you replied, meaning it more than you'd expected to.

With a final nod, he stepped to the edge of the roof. "Hold on tight," he said, and before you could ask what he meant, he had scooped you up in his arms.

The journey back to street level was a blur of exhilaration and barely suppressed laughter. When your feet touched the ground, you felt oddly bereft, missing the warmth of his arms around you.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Would you want to do this again? I mean, maybe not the rooftop pizza – " you laughed lightly, “ – but just, you know, hanging out. Talking. I like it. I like… getting to know you."

He seemed to pause, his head tilting slightly as if he was considering something. Then he nodded. "I’d like that," he said, his tone softer, almost hesitant.

You found yourself smiling, a real one that reached your eyes, as you nodded back. "Great. Maybe... Thursday? Same time? We could meet on the fire scape, like last time.”

He mirrored your smile, though his was a little crooked, like he wasn't used to showing it. "Thursday works."

Neither of you moved to leave just yet. There was a comfortable silence that hung between you, the kind that didn’t demand to be filled. The cool breeze tousled your hair, and you felt the weight of the evening settle in, a sense of contentment mixing with the anticipation of what was to come.

But eventually, reality seeped back in. He straightened, his hand gripping the railing as if grounding himself before he stepped back.

"Stay safe," Spider-Man said, already preparing to swing away.

"You too," you called after him, watching as he disappeared into the night sky.

As you made your way home, your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The quiet, brooding Cregan Stark and the charming, mysterious Spider-Man occupied equal space in your mind, leaving you more confused than ever about your own feelings.

As Cregan swung through the city, responding to the siren's call, he couldn't shake the memory of your smile, the warmth of your hand on his arm, the way you'd spoken about him.

He knew he was walking a dangerous line, but in that moment, with the wind rushing past him and the city spread out below, Cregan couldn't bring himself to regret a single moment of the evening he'd just shared with you.

_________

Cregan’s fingers drummed repeatedly on the paper cup in front of him. Your notes were scattered over the table, formulas and equations that had been giving you grief for days now. 

He glanced up from the problem you were stuck on, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “Let’s go over it one more time. You’re getting tripped up in the same spot.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of the frustration that had been building all week. “I know, it’s just… it doesn’t make sense in my head. I don’t see the connection.”

Cregan paused, his fingers halting their drumming. He leaned in slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was holding back a reassuring smile. 

“You’re overthinking it. You’ve got the basics down, you just need to trust yourself. Here,” Cregan pointed to a specific equation on your notes, his fingers brushing lightly against the paper as he spoke. 

"See here? This is where you’re losing the thread. You’re thinking too far ahead instead of focusing on this step. Just break it down."

His voice was calm, steady, almost like a grounding force that pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. You nodded, trying to absorb his advice. There was something about the way he explained things that made it easier to understand, like he knew exactly where you were getting lost and how to guide you back.

You worked through the problem again, this time more slowly, following his guidance. Cregan watched you intently, his gaze unwavering, as if he could tell you would find the answer just by being there. And then, finally, it clicked.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the solution suddenly clear as day. “I get it now. It was just that one step throwing me off.”

A small smile tugged at Cregan’s lips, the kind of smile that was rare from him, but when it appeared, it felt like the sun breaking through clouds. “Told you. You’ve got this.”

You grinned back, the weight of your earlier frustration lifting. “Thanks, Cregan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal, but you could see the flicker of something softer in his eyes. “You’d figure it out eventually. I’m just here to make it easier.”

There was a pause, a comfortable silence that settled between you as you sipped your coffee. Outside, people bustled by, unaware of the quiet connection forming at your little table in the café.

You glanced at him, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the coffee. “You know, you’re really good at this. Helping people, I mean.”

Cregan looked almost embarrassed by the compliment, his gaze dropping to his cup. “I just… I like helping you. That’s all.”

His words hung in the air, simple yet heavy with meaning. You felt your heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond. Instead, you simply smiled, letting the moment stretch out between you, full of unspoken things.

Eventually, Cregan cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, uh, you ready for the next problem?”

You nodded, grateful for the distraction but also for the time you had with him, these small moments that seemed to mean more than you could fully understand. 

As you worked through the next set of problems, you found yourself more attuned to Cregan’s presence than the equations in front of you. His focus was sharp, eyes scanning your notes with an intensity that seemed out of place for something as mundane as math. Yet, that intensity was what made him so good at this, at seeing what you missed and guiding you through it.

You started the conversation, your voice warm and inviting. "So, Cregan, what else should I know about you? Besides being a whiz at biochem, that is."

Cregan felt a flush creep up his neck at your teasing tone. "I, uh, not much, really," he mumbled, his eyes darting around the coffee shop before settling back on you. "I'm kind of a boring guy, to be honest."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Somehow, I doubt that," you said, leaning forward slightly. 

Cregan's eyes met yours for a brief moment before he looked away, a faint smile breaking his usual reserved expression. “Well,” he started, his voice low and thoughtful, “I guess I’m into photography. It’s more of a hobby, but it helps me clear my head sometimes.”

You leaned in closer, intrigued by this small revelation. “Photography? That’s really cool. What do you like to photograph?”

Cregan shrugged, a little more at ease now that the focus was off the math and on something more personal. “Mostly cityscapes. Sometimes, I’ll catch the sunrise or sunset if I’m up early – or late – enough. I like capturing moments that people usually overlook.”

There was something almost poetic about the way he spoke, as if he saw the world in a different light, a way that made you want to see it through his eyes. “That sounds… peaceful,” you replied, trying to imagine him in those quiet moments, camera in hand.

“Yeah, it is.” Cregan paused, as if considering how much more to share. “It’s… calming.”

You smiled, feeling a new level of connection with him. “I’d love to see some of your photos sometime.”

His eyes flicked back to you, surprised. “You would?”

“Of course,” you said, your voice earnest. “I think it’d be amazing to see the world through your perspective.”

Cregan hesitated, but there was a softness in his expression, a slight warmth that hadn’t been there before. “Maybe I could show you, then. If you’re really interested.”

“I am,” you assured him, your tone gentle yet firm. “I really am.”

The conversation took on a new rhythm after that, a quieter, more personal tone as you both opened up, bit by bit. Cregan asked about your own interests, your goals, the things that made you tick outside of the classroom. He listened intently, his focus unwavering, and even though his responses were often short and to the point, they were always thoughtful, as if he was carefully choosing each word.

You talked about books you loved, places you wanted to visit, dreams you had for the future. And in turn, Cregan shared more about himself – his love for science, his fascination with how things worked, and the quiet joy he found in those moments when he could just be himself, away from the pressures of school and life.

As the afternoon stretched into early evening, the café started to empty out, the bustle of the day giving way to a more relaxed atmosphere. The baristas began their end-of-day routines, but you and Cregan remained, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

At some point, your hands brushed across the table, and though it was brief, it felt like a spark of electricity passed between you. Cregan didn’t pull away, and neither did you. Instead, you both let the touch linger for just a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment of the growing bond that was forming.

Finally, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the café floor, you realized it was time to go. You packed up your notes, the weight of the day’s work feeling lighter than it had before.

“Thanks for today,” you said, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I really appreciate it.”

Cregan stood as well, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Anytime,” he said softly. “Same time next week?”

“Definitely,” you replied, smiling at him. “And maybe we can talk more about photography, too.”

Cregan’s smile returned, shy but genuine. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As you walked out of the café together, the evening air cool and refreshing, you couldn’t help but feel that something had shifted between you and Cregan. It was subtle, a quiet deepening of the connection you shared, but it was there, undeniable and strong.

You parted ways after Cregan insisted on walking you home and you refused, he opted for telling you to text him when you were at your door. His cheeks burnt red when he read the screen, with your newly added number and a ‘home ;)’text.

Cregan's phone buzzed again, and his heart leapt, wondering if it was another message from you. But as he looked at the screen, his expression darkened. It was a news alert: a robbery in progress just a few blocks away.

He hesitated, torn between the urge to respond and the desire to hold onto the warmth of the afternoon for just a little longer. But he knew he couldn't ignore it. With a sigh, Cregan ducked into a nearby alley, quickly changing into the suit he always kept with him.

As he swung through the city, the cool night air whipping past him, Cregan couldn't help but think about you. About the way your eyes had lit up when he explained a particularly tricky concept, about the soft brush of your fingers against his as you reached for your coffee cup. He thought about the promise of next week, of more conversations about photography and life and all the things that made you both who you were.

The robbery was dealt with quickly – a couple of petty thieves who were more surprised to see Spider-Man than they were prepared to fight him. As Cregan webbed them up for the police, he found himself wondering what you would think if you could see him now. Would you be impressed? Scared? Would it change the way you looked at him?

By the time Cregan made it back to his apartment, it was late. He collapsed onto his bed, still in his suit, feeling the familiar ache of exertion in his muscles. But as he closed his eyes, it wasn't the faces of the criminals he'd caught that he saw. It was your smile, the way you'd leaned in close as he explained a problem, the warmth in your voice when you'd said goodbye.

His phone buzzed one more time, and Cregan reached for it, his heart racing. It was you.

‘thanks again for today. you really are my hero when it comes to biochem.’

Then another.

‘see you in class!’

Cregan read the message several times, his thumb hovering over the reply button. He wanted to say so much – about how much he'd enjoyed spending time with you, how he was already looking forward to next week, how beautiful you looked, how you made him feel like just Cregan, not Spider-Man or anyone else.

In the end, he settled for something simple: ‘Anytime. I had a great time too. Can't wait for next week.’

He knew it wouldn't be easy. Balancing his life as Cregan Stark with his duties as Spider-Man was already a constant struggle. Adding a potential relationship to the mix would only complicate things further. But as he remembered the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes had met his across the coffee shop table, Cregan found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, it would be worth it.

The next few days passed in a blur of classes, patrols, and stolen glances across lecture halls. Every time Cregan saw you, his heart would do a little flip in his chest. Sometimes you'd catch his eye and smile, a small, secret gesture that felt like it was just for him. Other times, you'd be deep in conversation with friends or buried in a textbook, and Cregan would find himself watching you from afar, marveling at the way you moved through the world.

In class, Cregan found himself hyper-aware of your presence. He'd catch himself stealing glances at you, watching the way you chewed on your pen when you were thinking hard about a problem, or the way you'd tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you leaned over your notes. More than once, he nearly missed a question from the professor, too distracted by the simple fact of your nearness.

But it wasn't just in class that you occupied his thoughts. As Spider-Man, swinging through the city at night, Cregan found himself taking routes that would bring him past your apartment building. He told himself it was just to make sure you were safe, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. It was a way of feeling close to you, even when he couldn't be Cregan Stark.

As Cregan swung away into the night, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had to give. He couldn't keep living these two separate lives, couldn't keep holding you at arm's length while simultaneously yearning to be closer. But what was the alternative? To tell you the truth and risk everything? To walk away and protect you from the dangers that came with being close to Spider-Man?

He didn't have the answers. But as he made his way back to his own apartment, Cregan knew one thing for certain: he was in deeper than he'd ever intended to be, and there was no easy way out.

_________

As the days passed, you found yourself drawn more and more into Cregan Stark's orbit. What had started as simple tutoring sessions began to evolve into something more. You'd catch yourself looking for him in the crowded hallways between classes, your heart skipping a beat when you'd spot that familiar mop of brown hair. 

During your tutoring sessions, you started to linger longer, engaging Cregan in conversations that went far beyond the subject matter at hand. You discovered a shared love of obscure sci-fi movies, and soon found yourself suggesting meetups outside of your usual study time. When you had first asked him to come over to watch a movie, trying to keep your voice casual even as your pulse quickened, Cregan felt like his chest was about to explode.

Cregan seemed both delighted and nervous at these invitations, always accepting with an endearing mix of enthusiasm and awkwardness. You couldn't help but find his slightly fumbling manner charming, so different from the easy confidence you saw in many of your classmates.

But it wasn't just Cregan Stark who was occupying your thoughts. Your encounters with Spider-Man had been increasing in frequency as well. It started innocuously enough - you'd be walking home late from the library and suddenly he'd be there, offering to make sure you got home safely. Or you'd be grabbing a quick bite at a food truck, and he'd swing by, pausing just long enough for a quip and a smile that made your stomach flutter.

These brief encounters slowly became more frequent, more prolonged. Sometimes he'd perch on a nearby rooftop, and you'd find yourself talking for hours, sharing your hopes, your fears, your dreams. There was something freeing about talking to someone whose face you couldn't fully see, whose identity remained a mystery. You found yourself opening up to Spider-Man in ways you never had with anyone else.

As your connection with both Cregan and Spider-Man deepened, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something you were missing, some connection you weren't quite grasping. 

The day had been long, stretched out with a kind of silence that felt unnatural. Usually, Cregan would find some way to pop up – whether it was a quick text about a class assignment or a casual joke that made you smile. But the past three days, there was nothing. The hours ticked by, and with each passing minute, a sense of unease settled in your chest.

You missed Cregan, he’d become a constant presence in your life.

The evening of the third day rolled in, you tried to distract yourself with a book, but the words blurred together, your mind too bored and restless to focus. Every so often, you found yourself glancing at your phone, hoping for a message, some sign of Cregan.

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across your apartment. You stood by the window, watching the city come to life with its usual rhythm – the distant hum of traffic, the occasional blare of a car horn, the murmur of voices drifting up from the street below. But something felt off, a tension in the air that you couldn’t quite shake.

You were just about to turn away from the window, resigning yourself to another hour of waiting, when a sudden noise broke through the quiet. A thud. Heavy and sharp, it resonated through the walls and made you jump.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you spun toward the sound. It had come from the fire escape just outside your window, the metal groaning slightly under the weight of something – or someone.

With a shaky breath, you approached the window, your hand trembling as you reached for the latch. You hesitated for a moment, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. Then, slowly, you pushed the window open, the cool evening air rushing in.

And there he was.

Spider-Man.

But not the agile, confident hero you’d seen swinging through the city’s skyline. This Spider-Man was slumped against the railing of your fire escape, his red and blue suit torn and stained with dirt and blood. He was breathing heavily, each breath a ragged gasp, his masked head tilted down as if the effort of holding it up was too much.

“Spider-Man?” you whispered, your voice shaky with a mix of disbelief and fear. 

He didn’t respond at first, his head still bowed, but you could see his chest rising and falling in labored breaths. Panic surged through you as you realized just how badly he was hurt. Without thinking, you climbed out onto the fire escape, the metal cool beneath your hands as you knelt beside him.

“Hey,” you said, louder this time, reaching out to touch his arm. “What happened?”

At your touch, he flinched, his head snapping up. For a moment, you saw the white lenses of his mask narrow, as if he was trying to focus on you through a haze of pain. Then, with a weak, shaky movement, he lifted a gloved hand to his mask, pulling it up just enough to reveal the lower half of his face.

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw it – Cregan’s familiar jawline, his lips cracked and dry, blood trickling from a cut on his cheek. His eyes, half-hidden behind the mask, were glazed with exhaustion and pain.

“Cregan,” you breathed, the name slipping from your lips before you could stop it. Fear and worry tangled in your chest, making it hard to breathe. You could barely recognize the boy who’d sat beside you in the library just a few weeks before, explaining enzyme kinetics with a shy smile. Now, he looked so vulnerable, so fragile, it was almost unbearable.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, almost too quiet to hear. His attempt at a smile faltered, his lips trembling. “Sorry... didn’t mean to drop in unannounced.”

You shook your head, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Cregan, what happened? You’re hurt – Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

He winced as he tried to shift, his hand tightening on the railing. “Just... ran into some trouble. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Just... just need a minute.”

But it was clear that he needed more than just a minute. His skin was pale beneath the grime, and when he tried to move again, his body sagged against the railing, his strength all but gone.

“Cregan, you need help,” you said, your voice urgent as you scanned his injuries, not knowing where to start. You could see the gash on his side, the dark stain of blood seeping through the fabric of his suit. “You can’t stay out here – come inside, please.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but another wave of pain seemed to wash over him, cutting off his words. You didn’t wait for him to argue. With gentle hands, you slipped your arm around his waist, feeling the tension in his muscles as you tried to support his weight.

“Come on,” you urged softly, “I’ve got you.”

With a groan, Cregan let you help him to his feet, his body heavy and unsteady against yours. Together, you managed to maneuver him through the window and into your apartment, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.

You guided him to the couch, easing him down onto the cushions with as much care as you could manage. He slumped back, his head lolling to the side as he tried to stay conscious. You could see the strain in his face, the way his eyes fluttered open and shut as he fought against the overwhelming exhaustion.

“I’m gonna get some supplies,” you whispered, brushing a hand across his forehead. “Just hang in there, okay?”

Cregan’s hand caught yours as you started to pull away, his grip weak but desperate. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes met yours, filled with a depth of gratitude and vulnerability that made your heart ache.

You squeezed his hand gently, your voice soft but firm. “I’ll be right back.”

As you hurried to gather what you needed – first aid kit, towels, anything that might help – you couldn’t shake the image of Cregan lying there, hurt and vulnerable. This was the same boy who’d laughed with you over coffee, who’d explained complex science with an ease that belied his own brilliance. The same boy who now sat on your couch, barely holding on.

When you returned, Cregan’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow but steady. You knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you began to clean his wounds, doing your best to be gentle. Each time he flinched or winced, your heart clenched, wishing you could take the pain away, even if just a little.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper as you worked. 

Cregan didn’t answer right away, his lips pressed together as you dabbed at the cut on his side. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice rough and tired. “Missed you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you paused, meeting his gaze. “Cregan,”

The words seemed to hang in the air between you, thick with emotion. Cregan’s eyes softened, his expression crumbling into something raw and unguarded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I didn’t want to drag you into this... but I didn’t know where else to go.”

Your heart ached for him, and without thinking, you reached out, cupping his cheek in your hand. “You’re not dragging me into anything, Cregan. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if trying to draw strength from your presence. For a long moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, tangled in a web of trust and unspoken feelings, holding on to each other in the quiet safety of your small apartment.

Cregan’s eyes fluttered open as he leaned into your touch, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the pain etched into his features. 

“Hey, don’t look so worried,” he murmured, his voice soft but with a familiar hint of playfulness. “I’ll be okay. I’ve got this whole… accelerated healing thing going on. Perks of the job.”

You tried to smile back, but the worry still lingered in your eyes. “I know, but that doesn’t make seeing you like this any easier.” Your voice wavered slightly, and Cregan’s hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on, don’t I always bounce back?” he said, trying to inject some of that Spider-Man charm into his voice, though it came out weaker than usual.

“I’ll be okay,” he murmured at your silence, his voice a rough whisper, as if he was trying to convince both of you. “I... I heal fast. It just takes some time.”

You frowned, your hand still cradling his face as you studied the cuts and bruises that marred his skin. “Fast or not, you’re hurt, Cregan. Let me help.”

He managed a small, weak smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was full of appreciation. “You’re already helping.”

You started with the worst of his injuries, cleaning the gash on his side with careful, deliberate movements. He hissed at the sting of the antiseptic, his muscles tensing beneath your touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a shaky breath and tried to relax, his eyes fixed on your face as if drawing strength from your presence.

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to understand how you could be so kind, so caring, even after seeing him like this. The world knew Spider-Man as a hero, invincible and strong, but here he was, laid bare and vulnerable, and yet you didn’t flinch, didn’t turn away. Instead, you stayed, your hands steady as you patched him up, your heart open and unafraid.

Once you’d finished with the worst of the injuries, you turned your attention to the smaller cuts and bruises, dabbing at the dried blood on his cheek, his neck, his hands. The silence between you was comfortable now, filled with the quiet rustle of bandages and the soft rhythm of your breathing.

Cregan’s eyes drifted shut as you worked, the exhaustion finally catching up with him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “Didn’t mean to worry you.”

You shook your head, your fingers brushing gently over a bruise on his temple. “You don’t have to apologize, Cregan. I’m just glad you came here, that you trusted me.”

His eyes opened again, and this time, there was a softness in them that made your heart ache. “Of course, I trust you,” he said, his voice stronger now, more certain. “I just... I didn’t want you to see me like this. Didn’t want you to think...”

He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. But you understood what he was trying to say, the fear that had been gnawing at him, the worry that you might see him differently now that you knew the truth.

You offered him a small, reassuring smile, your hand still resting on his cheek. 

He closed his eyes again, leaning into your touch as if it was the only thing keeping him anchored. You could see the exhaustion weighing heavily on him, the way his body sagged against the cushions, his strength nearly spent.

“Get some rest,” you urged softly, your fingers brushing through his hair in a soothing gesture. “I’ll stay right here. You’re safe.”

Cregan nodded, his breathing evening out as he let the exhaustion take over. His hand found yours, his grip weak but steady, and he held on as if afraid to let go.

As the minutes stretched into hours, the tension in Cregan’s body began to ease, his breathing becoming slower, deeper. The silence in the room was peaceful, broken only by the faint sounds of the city beyond the window. You stayed beside him, your hand still holding his, your thumb brushing gently over the back of his knuckles in a soothing rhythm, trying to also calm yourself down.

Then, just as you thought he’d fallen asleep, Cregan’s voice broke the quiet, a soft murmur that tugged at your heart. “I missed you these last few days,” he whispered, his eyes still closed, as if the words were pulled from him in a moment of vulnerability.

Your breath caught in your throat at the confession. “I missed you too,” you replied, your voice just as soft, filled with all the things you hadn’t been able to say. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been waiting for this moment, for the chance to be close to him again, until now.

Cregan’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a quiet intensity that made your pulse quicken. There was something raw in his gaze, a mix of relief and longing that you hadn’t seen before, something that made the air between you crackle with unspoken emotion.

“I kept thinking about you,” he continued, his voice low and rough around the edges.

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest as his words hung in the air. There was a vulnerability in his gaze that made it impossible to ignore, a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the bruises and cuts marring his face.

Cregan’s lips, cracked and dry from days of struggle, curled into a weak but genuine smile. His eyes, half-lidded with exhaustion but alive with a mix of mischief and longing, met yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, “since you’re already being so kind and caring, maybe… just maybe… a kiss for the wounded hero?” He tried to make light of his condition, the playful tone in his voice belying the pain he was in.

Your lips twitched into a small, incredulous smile despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. You could see the effort it took for him to joke, the way he was clinging to his usual charm even when he was at his most vulnerable.

“I suppose I could,” you said, leaning closer, “if you’re sure it won’t make you faint from excitement.”

Cregan’s laughter was a soft, pained exhale, but it was there, and it was real. “I think I can handle it.”

With a tender smile, you brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering for a moment as you took in the rawness of his expression. He looked at you with such intensity that it felt as if he was seeing right into you, beyond the superficial and straight into the heart of what mattered.

You leaned in, your breath mingling with his as you closed the distance. His lips were warm and dry against yours, and the kiss was gentle, almost tentative. 

Cregan’s lips, cracked and trembling from his injuries, felt delicate beneath yours. Despite his pain, there was a surprising gentleness in his kiss, a fragile vulnerability that made you want to hold him closer. The contact was brief, a fleeting brush of warmth and tenderness, but it was charged with unspoken emotions – fear, hope, and the deep relief of finally being close again.

When you pulled back, you barely heard Cregan’s joke about ordering some good pizza, too focused on his cheeky smile and the few strands of hair that had fallen back to his face. 

[taiyaakii]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ streamer hc's ! . . . ( 西村力 )

— pairing: 西村力 x reader — contains: fluff — now playing: 一子青葉

Bro's definitely the type to stream for shits and giggles

Like yeah he likes streaming but he never takes anything srsly

Probably streams Genshin or overwatch, perhaps the occasional fortnite if Jake begs him enough to play

The first time he introduced you on stream was most likely an accident... Like you brought him food, not knowing he was streaming and he was just like "You guys thought i was single but I'm not cause I'm super hot and cool and have a super hot and cool girlfriend"

Fan's loved you obviously, and since they loved you so much he decided to keep having you on stream and videos

Honestly, he wanted to introduce you sooner but didn't get the chance to talk to you ab it, was kinda worried you wouldn't be up for it

Very relieved (and very happy) when you said you wanted to do more stuff with him

He started doing date vlogs

He didnt record all of your guys' dates cause he wants at least a little privacy, especially on more romantic dates

but def records the silly dates like going to the arcade or sum

If he's feeling clingy and you want to be in stream he'll have you just chill on his lap as he plays

Streamings probably one of the only places he's ok with pda...

especially because of all the girls that flirt with him in chat LMFAO

Most definitely jumped with excitement when you asked to do a baking stream with him

You guys baked strawberry - choco muffins one time and he got flour literally everywhere... naturally he put some in your hair and on your face which started a dual while the muffins were baking

Fans would always comment on how soft he is for you, especially compared to how he usually acts

he def gets all flustered and tells you to ignore chat cause they 'don't know what they're talking ab'

Niki's not a very clingy person when in front of other people but on stream he'll put his head on your shoulder (if your on his lap) or he'll let you play with his hair and hold his face in your hands just mindlessly

The main reason he's okay with it on stream is cause he sees all the comments flirting with you and so he'll smirk every time you kiss his head or call him baby

After awhile of being in his content, you'd get flirty comments on insta and shit and he would ALWAYS be the first to be like "that's my gf" with 13 heart eye emojis or he'd fight with the other dudes in the comments

If you lose the 50/50 for a character you wanted on your acc, he'd grind to get it on his acc since you play on his acc most of the time anyway

his genshin acc is practically just a farming ground for all the cute characters he knows you want

100% streamed for like a solid 5 hours trying to get kokomi for you... lost the 50/50 and so he whaled and just bought enough primos to get her

he loves showing you off on stream

And he most definitely loves having you in his content but if you were to get even one hateful comment or gross dm he'd immediately take down everything with you in it

even if you said he didn't need to

He loves you and is in no way going to let you be harassed and insulted online like that

Probably streams an explanation after fans asked ab you in every single stream

"She is NOT coming back till yall stop acting like incels"

and he is VERY srs ab it

doesnt even let you show your face once until he's sure you won't get any insults or anything

would eventually bring you back but would have a very long talk with his fans beforehand ab how they need to be on their best behavior

tldr; he loves you very much, he loves having you in his content, would totes let you take over stream whenever you wanted, would delete all his content and acc's in an instant if you asked him to for any reason, just completely whipped for you and its obvious

@ featki

[cirqosmos]

Hiiiiii!

AHHHHH I'm so ready for all the &team requests to come through!

So my first request is for our beautiful boy K. Can I please request a one-shot kinda vibe where he tries to teach you one of their choreos (whatever your favourite one is) and you struggle a bit but he is so patient with you? Like he reassures you and shows you again. Just a fluffy ending where you are just crazy in love ♡

Thank youuuuuu!

THAT'S MY GIRL ! | KOGA YUDAI (K) &TEAM

warning : a little suggestive ig but it's all fluff lol

wc : 1.2k

author's note : i srsly dunno what to name this oneshot but bc of my 'desperation' to name each oneshot for aesthetic purposes for the masterlist, so yea 🗿

A series of panting left your mouth as you tried to execute the dance part in Firework’s chorus, which was apparently Kei’s part and the choreo he contributed for it. Well, it’s safe to say that the jumping part itself was the hardest to execute as every time you tried to do it, your feet proceeded to betray you by pointing in the other way. Mind you, you haven’t even learn past the jumping part despite flawlessly learning the intro’s choreo.

It feels as if your earlier petty arrogance got in the back of your head, and causing you to eat your own words eventually.

A breath of giggle echoes right through your ear, one that drips in honey, one that you’re very well familiar of. “You can do it, babe.”

“Seriously, how did you even came up with this choreo?” gripping your knees as you panted hard, your heart skipped a thousand thumps against your ribs in a millisecond—threatening to fly out at any moment.

Kei hummed in response, his eyes darting around the space as he leaned against the large mirror. “Just something I think would fit the chorus a lot, plus it screams desperation so I thought why not.”

“Yeah right, so much desperation that I couldn’t even execute this damn jump.”

“I just showed you the execution about maybe.. A thousand times?” His doe eyes pierce right through your soul, holding traces of playfulness.

“Shut up.”

Another audible giggle squeezes it way out of his mouth, a slight smirk with traces of grin adorned his plump lips. “C’mon babe, don’t you think you can do better than this? I’m rooting for you.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Teasing you is my daily pleasure.”

You scoffed in return, turning your head in the other side with your arms crossed. Your little action itself had Kei shaking his head in amusement, approaching you ever so fast despite the small amount of steps he took, something that you very well know obviously rooted from his humongous height. Damn dude, just what did his parents fed him?

His large palms flattened above your head, ruffling your hair in tender motion as he lowers his head to compensate for his height. “Look at me, love.” You pouted with another inner scoff, audible enough for him to hear. To your surprise, something poke against your cheek and you realise it was his index finger paired with his adorable features contorting in his familiar mischievousness. “Dinner, later. Your reward, if you can get past the choreo I made. Sounds good?”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion with your mouth protruding in a slight pout, “You sure?”

“Did I ever lie, though?”

“Last time you did, with that goddamn Yuma. Stealing my candy bars.”

“You’ve been eating way too much, that’s for your own good—” you tried to protest but he interrupted you quickly by leaning even closer to your face, his lips pulling up in a growing smirk. “Just listen to me, I’ve never failed to reward you anyways.”

That alone had your ears heating up, his choices of words held a thousand meanings in it yet his expression confirms which exactly he meant. Yet you held the need to question him or whatnot, pulling away in attempts to soothe your rampant heart. “Alright, alright.”

You mentally slap yourself in your imaginary space, that even though you’ve dated Kei for at least six months—his choices of words, the way his doe eyes softened at your appearance, his hands touching you in utmost tender way as if you were such a fragile thing paired with his ungodly vibes—still wreck your mind in numerous ways possible, just like when your eyes first laid on him back then.

“Let’s try again, I’ll show you one more time.” Kei pulls up a supportive grin despite his earlier mischievousness, opting to press the play button for the speaker, in which the nerve-wracking song you’ve heard a thousand times today bled out and consumed the entire dance room in it’s booming retro synth pop.

The impact of his foot landing on the dance floor paired with his fast execution had your mind boggled despite already seeing it for numerous times from the music shows, live performance, and dance practices. The way he pushed himself up with extra detail with those miniscule movements hidden in the edges of his form had you admiring just how dedicated he was in perfecting his craft. It had the deception of zero to no difficulty yet when you perform it yourself, it dawned on you and made you wonder just how many times did Kei practise this in order to show to his teammates and the choreographer.

Such little things had your heartstrings pulled even closer and tighter around his hands.

“Did you got it? You just have to push your foot and spring upwards, like running you know but in the air—” Kei repeated each miniscule section of the choreo in the best way possible, as slow as he can for you to understand. Despite his playfulness and jokes, he never actually pick on your dancing skills nor complain about how many times it had take for you, as if he was truly attentive in what to say and what not to say.

With full-blown determination paired with your fists tightening, the speaker returned back to a few seconds in the song before proceeding with the booming chorus.

“One, two, three—” your feet slided down the floor resulting in a squeak of your rubber shoes as you executed the jump, the vocals of Kei soon followed after Nicholas’ which had your heart churning of what if’s yet you pushed through, ending it with by brushing your hand against your neck and raising it up in the air.

A series of claps emitted after the chorus, turning it down a few volumes down for you to realise it was from Kei who was leaning against the wall with a proud smile on his lips, and his pretty eyes curling in crescents—his dark grey orbs exudes satisfaction and yet infatuation—all for you. “Now that’s my girl.”

‘My girl.’ that particular sentence rang in your mind akin to a church’s booming bell, one that resembles a silent vow engrained in the words—that you are his girl, his one and only. An emergency light rang inside you as a grin threatens to squeezes it was out of your lips, but eventually you gave it up, crossing your arms. “Of course, I do. Now where’s my reward?”

Your eyes softened as it lingered on the way his tender black strands bouncing on top of his fluttering eyelashes, the ever so proud grin never ceases to exists in the corners of his lips as the audible sound of his shoes approached you. Halting his steps after enclosing the distance between the two of you showcases his towering height in a stark contrast of yours, you look up to him with a sentence repeating in a traces of disbelief—the fact that this man was all yours had you melting like a butter at this point.

“Your reward,” His palms met the side of your cheeks, caressing it in a way that had you closing your eyes in order to sense it in your swelling heart. “Can wait later, what if I teach you another choreo?”

Your breath hitched down your throat and your mind immediately processed the information with a manifestation down the veins of your hands, launching midway in the air as you slammed it down his chest—causing him to yelp in slight pain.

“I’m done, look at me, I’m all drenched.” You scoffed, “Learn it by yourself, Koga Yudai! I want my food!”

Kei shakes his head in amusement, following after you by swinging his arms around your shoulder. “Alright, alright. Food is it, gonna treat you so well then.”

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[sorryimananti-romantic]

its quite strange. im seeing you in my dreams. and i dont know whether to dread falling asleep and waking up in a fantasy where we're together or look forward to it. i quite enjoy spending time with you in the land of dreams, where youre just as infatuated with me as i am with you. part of me says the pang of sadness once i wake up and realise its all a trick of my mind, that you'd never feel the same, that ill never be the one you look at with that love gaze, that ill never be her, is worth those small moments of interaction. but it isnt real. itll never be real. why do i hold onto the hope of you and i, when i know perfectly well it will never come true? but... cant a girl dream? but why do i dream of something that is bound to make me yearn and cry and wish for more when i wake? let me have my moments. let me dream... but im hurting myself with these hopes.

aaand the bell rang so i couldnt continue 😞

okok but srsly i dreamt of him last night and idk if i need to get over him b4 this crush of mine goes too far or enjoy the dreams ☹

(for a hot moment this clown (me) thought you were talking about me and i was like:

ignore that ^

assuming you're that green flag dude anon?? or talking about a real dude (if you're not and you're talking about some kpop idol pls take your anti-delulu pills you're welcome) he's appearing in your dreams omgg 😭 (that's bc you're thinking about him too much esp when you're about to sleep)

(also i'm stuggling a lot here the T in me is saying talk to him and you'll hate him bc real non-fictional men ew problem solved) BUT i hope you're interacting with him? it's no use crushing on someone and not doing anything about it that's just making yourself miserable. just talk to him, if you continue to find him attractive after you get to know him a little maybe shoot your shot? if he likes you back, yay! if not, then that's your cue to let it be i guess (or fight for it but this isn't the fanfic world it's different here 😭 whatever feels right ig)

or you could continue to enjoy the dreams as long as you don't forget your anti-delulu pills-- crushing on someone from far away is far less disappointing ig but maybe that's just me and my weird ass self-defence mechanism that doesn't even allow me to crush on someone in peace 😭😭

but i'm here if you want to talk about it more! warning tho i only give realistic practical advice, i don't feed delulus😔

[starplusfourletters]

Random takes on ahsoka eps 2 and 3

so spoilers for the niche crap I care about in eps 2 and 3

once again holding back the plot / character / that's not how the force works rant until i have more perspective BUT IT'S BUILDING UP

i have so many questions about how the FIRST iteration of this apprenticeship got started but noooooo i'm holding it innnnnnnnnnnnnn

good to know "gold leaf on a rock" is all it takes to send me into full mortis art / world between worlds panic mode

When Ahsoka's like "there's simply no way to move this potential bomb out of the hospital" my guy Lothal is 99.99% grassland

Distinct lack of Lothwolves tho. Did Filoni move past his wolf hyperfixation?

[chopper's immediate suggestion being to bomb a city] i missed him so much

If sabine's hair looks anywhere close to good in the next scene after that haircut - oh is2g

dude tho that lightsaber dodge? so so so cool. just no fucks given. Hero

so did Sabine hire a long-term catsitter orrrr look let’s be honest I’m more invested in the cat than sabine. Not to be – wait for it – catty

oh no kaz's dad (? look I'm not going to check) is mean :(

DOUBLING DOWN ON THE GREEN HAIR WE LOVE TO SEE IT (but like srsly how. star wars canonizes DNA and then pulls this shit)

is the show really trying to make the sabine/ezra ship sail like actually? after 4 seasons of rebels being like "dude she's gay"?

Huyang straight up roasting sabine <3 he is my spirit animal

I was fangirling about ahsoka's dojo because if i was a space wizard I'd totally want my dojo to convert into a living room that's rad and then my friend pointed out that that means the place you just stood and fell and sweated on becomes your dining room table and that's... less sexy

Speaking of not sexy these mercenary / dark jedi ships. Boooooo

just have sabine fly and put ahsoka on guns. play to your strengths.

YES SPACE WALK omigod that helmet how does she even get into that

SPACE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALES

guys I JUST made the connection about the convors in Rebels "Trials of the Darksaber." It has bugged me for 6 years. This is s3; ahsoka's not even confirmed alive let alone IN this ep and this ep is about sabine who's not even connected to ahsoka why are there convorees here? omigod it was FORESHADOWING? alternatively filoni just puts random animals in the background sometimes so he can pretend he knows what he's doing still haven't figured out the symbolic significance of the convorees in TCW "Bound for Rescue" helpful reference if you need it

but three eps in and nary a convor in sight? Did they forget???

[rvspecter]

“So unless you’re looking to cook me breakfast in the morning, I’d say we’re done here,” <- i will never think of this line the same way again. thank u for enhancing my experience of the show

“I’m going to change my clothes and order some Chinese—you know where the door is.” He dismisses her as he turns back around and continues on his way to his bedroom. <- UGH HIS INSOLENCE JESSICA JESSSIIIICCCAAAAA DONT TAKE THIS FROM HIMMM!!!!

There’s a pit in his stomach. A small part of him had hopes she’d quietly taken leave and let him be for the night. He knew this was coming eventually, he only ever gets to act out for so long. Truthfully, Harvey was expecting her to break sooner.  <-omg it's HAPPENING!!!! but omg srsly ME TOO HARVEY

Tonight however, her expression is neutral and almost unreadable, but there is a look in her eyes that Harvey has seen only a few times over their years together. So far it’s never been directed at him. It shatters him when he realises what it is. 

Resentment. <- SHE HAS BUYER'S REMORSE U DIIICCCKK!!!

She’s had virtually no reaction to him since finding out about Mike, and if he was honest with himself, it bothered him. He was acting out because of it, he wanted to get a rise out of her recently. <- UR MAKING THINGS MAKE SENNNSEEE AHHHHHH YESSSS AHHHHH!!!

The second he puffs up, Jessica stands taller.  <- YEAH YEAH!!!

“Get on your knees.” She commands, her tone indicating that she is not taking anything but obedience from him right now.

And of course, Harvey being Harvey, even with the gun to his head he tries to bargain. 

“Jess,” he starts, tone pleading. <- I'M SCREAMING I'M SCREEAAAMIGNGDNSGFDKLGNFLDSGJKLFDJSGKLFJFklsjdkjdhsajksdhjksdhaskjhdlsdh IT'S HAPPENING

Suddenly he feels her hand in his hair, and his head is being pulled back so that he’s now looking in her eyes. She bends down so that she’s a breath away from his face and speaks lowly, her voice predatory. “You have been a pain in my ass for two goddamn months. You’ve been acting like an entitled fucking brat. I’m over it— I told you weeks ago that you needed to learn your goddamn place, and since then you have challenged me at every given opportunity.” 

<- DUDE I FEEL SOOTHED!!!! HEALING IS OCCURING!!! DO U UNDERSTAND!!! WRONGS HAVE BEEN RIGHTED YES JESSICA HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE PUT HIM IN HIS PLACEEE1!!!

Harvey says nothing back in response, although he does stare directly into her eyes defiantly <-OMG DEFIANT IS HOW I PICTURE HIM YESSSSS

He does as he’s told, silently and swiftly heads inside to grab a belt. The entire way Harvey cursed himself for being such a pussy. He really didn’t want to do this tonight, but he just couldn’t say no to her. She ran his life. She ran him. So when she says jump, he says how high. <- OHMGMGMGMGMGG YESSSSSS!!!!!

OMG GOMGMGMGMGMGMGDNGKJDHFSHFHASJDHAKDHSAKJDHKASDHKSAHDKSAHDKSAHSDKJAHSDK CRAWLING HE'S CRAWLING

AHHHHH!!!!!!

Harvey then sits back on his heels like a puppy awaiting instruction from his owner. He’s waiting for the usual form of praise he gets after completing the task she’s given him in the past. She says nothing and Harvey fights like hell to keep his expression neutral, trying and failing miserably to hide the disappointment he felt at not being praised.  <- YEAH CAUSE U DON'T DESERVE IT!!!!!!!!! ALSO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The sound makes Jessica giggle. She finds it amusing how pitiful he is. “Such a baby,” Jessica quips quietly underneath her breath, but he heard it—she made sure of that. Harvey whimpers involuntarily again at her words.  <- AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! LIVING FOR JESSICA DEGRADING HIM AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

She watches as he breathes in a sharp breath while tears form in his eyes at his lack of noise production. Holding in the moan literally brought him to tears, and Jessica wasn’t going to let that go. <- LEGIT DYING OF COURSE HE'S WEEPING OF COURSEEE!!!!! also totally vibing with jessica's pov feels so real i love how much of a loser she things he is YES FEELS RIIIGGHHHTTT

“Aw look,” Jessica tuts, lifting her finger to wipe the tear as it falls. “You are” she says matter of factly as she stares at her fingers as she rubs the moisture of his tear between her finger. “Just like a little bitch,” she grits out as she begins to move on top of him, continuing to degrade him further with each move she makes. 

DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just as he’s approaching the edge, he loses all stimulation to the area as Jessica gets off of him, leaving him high and dry. <- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

He’s always good, especially with his mouth, but tonight she didn’t want to boost his already full ego anymore. He’s arrogant enough. <- yes don't jessica do not give him ANYTHING AHHHHH!!!!

“Mediocre,” as a judgement of his performance, and all the pride he felt just two seconds before comes crashing to the ground.  <- MUSIC AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

“Bet she doesn’t even know how much of a little slut you actually are,” Jessica teases. “She doesn’t, does she?” She asks, this time expecting a response, and Harvey ever in tune with her shakes his head no, signifying that Scottie does not in fact know that Jessica can bend him to her will in this way.  <- OMG HER MOCKING HIM AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SCOTTIE YESSS AHHHHH!!!!!!

his eyes are wide and kind of sad as he lays there. She snickers at him, he looks hopeless and she lets him know as much. “You look pitiful sitting there with your puppy dog eyes willing yourself not to cum.”  <- IM IN HEAVEN AHHHH AHHHH AHHH AHHHHA HHHHA HHH AHHHHHHHH!!!

So she goes on to tease him, catching the precum dripping from his tip on her finger. "Aw, look how wet you are." <- AHHHHWEIDLHISADFJLIAEORUW3EGHJDIOWJKNDFOELWM2DJISCXODSEWJKDSJKDSJDSJKKJDSOSDOADSOPASWDIJWASJKASWHJKSDAJHKDSHJKDSJKSJKDKJSAJKNASJKNASJKNAJHBHAJBAjkhjklszdcxfclgkjiuewgh2quiosdjckfmlr;ew,dkmslcxfjdnsdnxmcskawmcdjxkishwsjk

“I’m bored,” she says,  <- MUSIC!!!!!!

“You’re a fucking pussy,” she shrugs as if she was talking about the weather. “That’s what it really boils down to— just you being a pussy,” Jessica says very matter of factly before taking a breath and continuing. “‘Cause if you weren’t pussy? You’d have quit, or made a move to take power. That’s the difference between you and Daniel, and even you and me. I had the balls to take my firm, he had the balls to rob his—but you? You’re just a whiny little baby who isn’t getting his way so he’s throwing a tantrum.” She speaks into the air in front of her, not even looking at him. “It’s why I didn’t put your name up there,” she adds, this time looking down into his eyes, knowing it’ll cut. “Because you’re simply just too much of a pussy.” 

DUDE YESSS AHHHHHHHH!!!!! also this is fitting INTO canon like it fits and canon is not being disturbed AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! also this makes everything that happens on this show with him openly crying while telling her he's gonna betray her ALL THAT MORE DELICIOUS

But not before she makes him apologise on his knees. <- im so happy for jessica. like she deserves all of this

By the time she’s done reheating the food, he’s dressed and carrying his duvet from his bedroom to bring to the couch. He then opened Netflix so they could pick a movie to watch while they ate.  <- AHHH THIS IS TOO CUTE AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Harvey laid on his back between Jessica’s legs, coming to rest his head on her torso as she fed him dumplings and spring rolls between little kisses and giggles, like a happy domestic couple. <- AHHHH!!!IEJWIledjrfhgurej3iekdfje

AHHHH!!!!

Here’s your breakfast, pussy  <- the number of times she calls him pathetic and pussy AHHHH

DUDE THANK U FOR THIS AHHHHHHH CAN U PLZ MAKE MORE PZLPZLZPLPZLPLSZPXKPOVJGHFEWDIUOJSDFLJ AHHHHH HSHSKSHAKHDKJ

NEW FIC!! NEW FIC!!!

@rvspecter here u go bby 🫶🏽

[yulin-pop]

Okokok for the remaining of my data will be asking u sum question and your opinions on them to keep my sanity at bay, what do you think about Silver getting old and Lilia still staying the same?! I found it on tiktok when i finally got my data, it was a video about silver and lilia holding hands when silver was a little bb and when silver grows old lilia doesn't LIKE SILVER WAS OLD IN THE END OF THE VIDEO LIKE 70-80?? AND WAS DYING DUDE LIKE WHY I DID NOT WANT TO SEE THAT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING?! I WAS CRYING SINCE I REMEMBER SENDING SOMEONE A REQUEST ABOUT SILVER X FAE S/O A SCENERIO ABOUT SILVER PROPOSING TO FAE S/O, GETTING MARRIED AND SILVER GETTING OLD AND SAYING TO FAE S/O “ Thank you for always being with me.. I'm afraid I will have to go soon... Let's meet in the afterlife? I'm getting tired I wanna go to sleep..”

I srsly want this in another time when you get some rest since u been working hard Lin <3 I'll just rq it again next time lol

⤷ ✧ One before the other

- order 13 | Scenario | Silver

Gender neutral

Request for @mikkies !! Welcome back I missed you a lot! <3 I usually don’t post twice in the same day but I wanted to welcome you back. I added a bit of a twist. Also I’m not the best at angst if you can’t tell

Warning: Angst, hinted su¡c¡de

You’re not sure when but you felt completely isolated from everyone else. Not even because of being a fae. But your appearance. You were intimidating. Striking fear into any child that so much as looks at your face. Your horns were raggedy and chipped, your eyes had a glint that said nothing good to everyone.

No one wanted to hold a conversation with you. And, when they did, they always tried to hide their disgust and fear. You felt completely alienated from everyone.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for looking like this. I’m sorry for making you cry. I didn’t mean to.

You were so close to just tearing off those damn horns that put fear into so many people.

“You’re beautiful. Your horns and your eyes.”

Something you haven’t heard since never. But it wasn’t another fae that said this. It was a human.

He was the embodiment of grace. When your eyes met with him, he didn’t even flinch. He just came closer and strokes your back.

“You’re still a person. There’s always more to than what one see.”

He wasn’t scared, he fearlessly approached you and comforted you.

The best moment of your life was when he said yes. It didn’t feel real, but it was. The feeling of your lips against his was real. His love for you is true.

He would always say, “You don’t have to hug me like that, I’m not going anywhere.”

He always said that. It was funny then, but you can’t take hearing that ever again.

The differences between human and fae are far too great. Their history to their life spans. It always runs short.

But it has to be a little bit longer. There has to be a way.

You were willing to risk your own to extend his.

Just stay with me, I’m willing to do anything.

“Silver! I know a way! I just need—“ He touched your hand and you went silent. He lightly brushed his fingers against the back of your hand.

“Please, don’t.” He quietly said. You lost all your words. “You look as beautiful as ever…”

You mournfully looked at him. He was beautiful. Even now. This can’t be the last moment. His silver hair was still the same as back then.

“Silver, please… Please don’t go! I’ll do anything!” You grabbed his wrist with both of your hands and pleaded.

“Thank you for always being with me.. I'm afraid I will have to go soon...” He smiled, you brought his hand to your forehead, “Let's meet in the afterlife? I'm getting tired I wanna go to sleep..”

“N-No… Silver!” His eyes closed as your vision blurred and everything went cold.

Droplets fell onto his hand and you sat there on your knees. What will you do now?

There’s nothing left anymore.

“I’ll join you soon… I promise.”

[matan4il]

I've been a silent fan of you and your metas/opinions/AO3 for quite some time (but with a different blog) and I just.. wanted you to know how happy and excited I get everytime your notifications pop up for me. Like, srsly.. after every 911 ep I keep updating my tumblr just waiting for you to show up. Everything you write is an absolute masterpiece!! Many Kudos to you!! And thank you for.. everything!! sz

Hi Lou! This is just absolutely so sweet, just know, I am giving you the biggest possible CUDDLES! And you like my fics on AO3 too? I am honestly bawling. I haven't had the possibility to write in a while, so I'm delighted to know that the fics I have completed and shared still matter to people. THANK YOU! You're honestly too kind, but I'm so very grateful for this kindness, I wish I could do something to make you as happy as you did me! I hope that I can continue to share things you enjoy! Sending tons of love your way! xoxox

And I hope it's okay to add this equally lovely ask here -

heyy :) just wanted to thank you for your weekly buddie meta on the new episodes! since my country has only released the first 3 episodes of season 5 (episode 4 will be released tomorrow) i am way behind lol but i don't care for spoilers (the first scene of 9-1-1 i ever watched was eddie getting shot xD which lead to me spending around 10 months thinking the dude had actually died and because of this refusing to get into the show, imagine my surprise when i found out he had survived) anyhow, your meta is to me basically a short little summary of all the most important stuff that happened in the episode, so thanks for that! besides that i also get some quality meta of course which is also very much appreciated <3

Awwwww, hi lovely Nonnie! I am SO happy that I can help you! *HUGS BIG* I don't know if you might be interested in watching the eps online? I know it can be nerve-wrecking to wait that long for new ones. And I'm so happy my posts can offer both a kind of summary, at least for the Buddie content, as well as offer some insight. It's just so kind of you to let me know that what I do helps you, and I am sending lots of love your way! xoxox

I hope you both know such lovely feedback and support makes a difference, every single message I get is one that I treasure and hold close to my heart. It’s the reason I came back to do the s5 meta and am continuing it every week, so know that your words matter! <3333

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

(I still cannot stop having Among Us ideas I'm so sorry -)

Sheriff vs Impostor duel: Everybody knows that a pair (I'm thinking Brody and Skizz for some reason but it could be whoever) are the Sheriff and the Impostor respectively, but nobody knows which is which. Both of them agree to stop the pointless arguing and resolve it using the only method they have left: luck, skill, and the question of who is the quickest draw....

Shade stop reading my mind challenge (/lh) srsly this is essentially how i was gonna end that imposter Skizz/sheriff Impy one until i had that other idea :O

...

The sound of the report button going off signifies the start of the meeting, but before anyone else can get a chance to speak, two voices explode at once.

“No, don’t say it, Brody!” Skizz yells. “Don’t you dare say it!”

Brody plants both hands firmly on the table. “Say what?! How you just killed Endless in front of me?!”

“I knew this would look bad! I’m the sheriff, dude! I killed him because he was an imposter!”

“No, I’M the sheriff and I was about to kill you when you just butchered Endless right there!”

Skizz jabs his finger at Brody. “You can’t prove that!”

“Whoa, whoa, guys!” yelps Tango. “Time out, time out! What happened?”

“What happened is-!” Brody starts.

“No, okay, look!” Skizz raises his voice to interrupt Brody. “I killed Endless, okay! I’ll admit that! But guys, listen to me: I’m the sheriff, regardless of whatever Brody tells you. I killed Endless because he had sus on him last round and I’m not dead, so he was clearly one.”

“Uh huh, nice story,” says Brody. “Everybody, this is what a liar looks like.” He points at Skizz. “I’m the sheriff, not him. And since Skizz has just admitted to killing Endless, that means he’s the imposter. Vote him off.”

“Okay, but listen. Listen to me.” Skizz clears his throat. “Brody is the only one here, apart from maybe Etho, who’s gutsy enough to claim to be the sheriff when he’s imposter and he’s not 100% sure that the sheriff is dead.”

“Yeah, but you could also just be enough of a dumbass to claim sheriff without thinking it through properly,” points out Joker.

Skizz shoots him a scowl. “Not helping.”

“Etho, what’s your feeling on this?” Tango asks his friend.

Etho, who has been listening silently to this, gives a helpless shrug. “I have no idea what’s happening right now. I’m struggling to follow what they’re saying.”

“Well then, we’re at an impasse,” Brody says, “cuz there’s no way to prove which of us is the imposter and which is the sheriff.”

“What about a quick draw duel?” Impulse suggests suddenly.

Brody and Skizz turn to him with almost identical frowns. “Why is that a good idea?” the former asks.

“Cuz we’re not resolving anything like this. There’s literally no way to tell which one of you is the imposter, so we may as well make it interesting. Right?”

“I like it,” says Tango unexpectedly. “Both of you at ten paces, guns at your sides. Only one of you makes it out alive.”

Brody glances at Etho. “Are you on board with this?”

As Etho hesitates, Skizz indignantly speaks up: “This isn’t fair! Brody’s way better with a gun than me!”

“You wanna be voted out right here or would you rather have a chance to win?” Tango shoots back.

After a moment, Skizz huffs. “Okay, fine. If this is the best way to resolve this.”

“I want to know if Etho is on board with this,” Brody repeats.

Etho hesitates again before speaking: “Honestly, I’d rather just vote one of them off, but I’m not sure who to believe. So… yes. Let’s do it. Outside the office.”

After skipping their votes, the group makes their way outside to the spot near the lava pit, close enough to it for the heat from the lava to be felt on their faces.

Taking up a position near the large rock, Brody lowers himself into a slight crouch, his right arm back, fingers almost but not quite touching the handle of his gun.

Skizz stands a good distance away and mimics his stance, keeping his eyes fixed on Brody. His hand is trembling with nerves and anticipation.

But Brody is completely still, his hard stare trained on Skizz.

Neither person dares to move, torn between the desire to live and the knowledge that whoever shoots first will be seen as suspicious.

After several seconds, Skizz dares to shoot a brief look at Impulse, who’s watching him nervously. He wants to win for Impulse.

Brody very briefly exchanges a glance with Etho. He knows he has to live if he wants to win this game.

Five seconds pass.

Ten more.

Half a minute.

Then a hand moves.

BANG!

A gun clatters to the floor.

Brody curses as he drops to his knees, hand clamped over the bloody wound in his chest. Etho appears at his side but Brody waves his helping hands away.

“GG,” he rasps at Skizz, who’s holding his smoking gun in both hands, staring at Brody with an expression that’s not quite despair but not quite triumph either. “I w-waited too long.”

“I… I’m sorry,” is all Skizz can think of to say.

Brody just weakly shakes his head and flops against Etho, who gently lowers him to the ground. But by the time Brody’s head touches the floor, he’s already gone.

Etho immediately hits the report button, which utilises the normal game mechanics and teleports everybody back to the meeting table. All eyes are fixed on Skizz, who’s staring down at the meeting table.

“So that solved absolutely nothing,” Joker remarks. “What now?”

“Now, we just keep an eye on Skizzle and continue with the round,” replies Etho. “Nothing much else we can do.”

Joker glances from Skizz to Etho. “Well, we COULD just vote Skizz out to make SURE we got at least one.”

“Oh come on!” Skizz snaps. “You make me go through THAT hell just to vote me off anyway?!”

“No, we can’t do that,” Etho says. “That’s not fair on Skizz, regardless of his role. But I would just like to state for the record that after that whole duel, I believe he IS the imposter.”

Tango raises his eyebrow. “Really? I concluded the exact opposite. And I know him better than you, so…”

“I respect that, but I know how you guys play this game, and Brody would not have hesitated if he was the imposter.”

“Neither would Skizz,” argues Tango. “Listen, Etho, you’re not always right. You think your logic is inarguable but I know Skizz. That wasn’t a Skizz move back there.”

“Can you guys stop discussing me like I’m a little kid at a parent-teacher conference?” Skizz demands. “Although, I do appreciate you sticking up for me, Tango.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” says Etho. “We’re skipping.”

After the meeting, Skizz approaches Impulse, who hasn’t said anything since before the duel. “Do you believe that I’m sheriff now?” he asks.

Impulse nods. “Actually, I do. Can I trust you with my suspicions?”

“Of course, homie.”

“Okay, okay. So… I think the other imposter is Joker. I dunno why; just a gut feeling. Keep an eye on him for me, will you?”

Skizz nods. “Of course, buddy. Better steer clear of him, though.”

“I will.” Impulse gives his best friend a smile. “See you later.”

“Yeah, see you. Be careful.” Skizz watches Impulse head into the main building, his head buzzing with thoughts.

So Impulse suspects Joker, does he?

Skizz now knows who his next target is.

[coinofstone]

5x12 The Diamond of the Day pt 1

Final two episodes! Big finale! Why am I making myself cry in the middle of the afternoon! Both eps in this post.

I do love that they made Arthur a sore loser

Enter treacherous white woman #2. Srsly it was lazy writing when they did it for Mordred, it's worse now with Gwaine.

I do love the actual Round Table war room discussion but a) why isn't Merlin seated at the round table and b) why does Leon have so much goddamn faith in Camelot's walls? Like??? You literally said the same thing last year and yet Camelot *did* fall when Agravaine brought an army through the tunnels!

Poor Aithusa. Kid's had a rough life.

I do love Arthur responding to Merlin presenting him with all his supplies ready - which he prepared without his magic mind you - with suspicion 😂

But then he calls Merlin a coward and it's sad

Katie has such a great voice. That entire thing in the cave from her taunting to her laughter to the spell, it just just beautifully played.

Whole ass battle to prepare for and Arthur is just walking around moping cuz Merlin isn't there

So, Merlin's father-vision telling him he's magic itself and he just needs to believe in himself to get his magic going again, does this mean he *didn't* need to go to the cave to get it back? Cuz it seems like he needed to recharge in the cave itself, his injuries were healed when he woke up. That seems like magic cave stuff to me.

Also that "always have been and always will be" - I'm taking to mean 'always have been' in the sense that since he's 'magic itself' even before he was born, his magic existed in other, intangible forms, like we are all stardust etc. But now that he is, he will always be, aka he will not die.

Arthur waking up with his wife in his arms and Merlin's name on his lips, jumping out of bed to act on dream-info.

Balinor telling Merlin to trust in what will be.... like bitch that is literally not how this ends.

5x13 The Diamond of the day pt 2

You know that gif of the cat knocking everything off the table? That's literally Merlin shooting lightning at everyone from his perch on the ridge.

I have a lot of snarky things to say about Merlin coming out of the cave in full Dragoon gear and riding a horse instead of teleporting like the other witches but I'ma keep that to myself.

Mordred is a bitch and Aithusa has terrible aim. At least Aithusa's loyalty to Morgana makes sense.

Arthur said oh shit I'm magic - oh wait no it's that old man again

He also straight up "No! Bad dragon!"-ed Aithusa

Y'know, for all I've watched this episode and screamed about Arthur's death, I don't think I've ever focused on the exact moment he gets stabbed before.

Mordred catches him from behind and he meets it, no fault there. But as soon as he realizes his assailant is the knight who turned on him and joined Morgana, what does he do? HE LOWERS HIS FUCKING SWORD

He leaves himself wide fucking open and vulnerable and Mordred seizes the opportunity. I understand wanting the moment of recognition for Arthur, but on what planet is a trained warrior going to drop his sword mid-attack because he recognizes his attacker as a dude who only just recently decided to forsake him? It's soooooo dumb

There was a whole sequence a few episodes back where Mordred and Arthur are sparring, the point of it was to show that Mordred has become a skilled swordsman. So what exactly was the point in having Mordred run Arthur through as soon as Arthur idiotically lets his guard down? This should've been a meticulously choreographed sword fight, with Mordred getting the upper hand and sticking Arthur properly. Not this nonsense. Look at Arthur's FACE! Oh, Mordred... 👉👈 do you maybe wanna be friends again- STAB ... guess not

Uther's been rolling in his grave but he's taking an extra tumble watching Arthur forget all his skills and training in that moment.

I do appreciate Arthur getting Mordred back though. Like that moment of merciless anger followed by the hurt and regret playing on Arthur's face, warring with surety and responsibility. It was good.

I've rewatched the big confession scene about 16 times just now.

I don't quite understand why Merlin took Arthur to the woods to begin with. Instead of bringing him to the med tent in the battlefield or back to Camelot. What was the reason?

Merlin saying it feels strange (to use magic freely in front of Arthur) and him just going 'yeah' completely deadpan makes me laugh every time.

I really feel like Arthur's head should be elevated at a further incline if he's going to be fed.

Gaius refusing to outright expose Merlin as the sorcerer but nonetheless letting Gwen figure it out on her own warms my heart.

My God Arthur is sitting there dying, feeling betrayed about his best friend 'lying' to him, and still he can't stop himself from looking at Merlin's mouth.

Percival summoned MUSCLE POWER

Hey um random but why does Gwaine even know where Merlin and Arthur are headed? Why would Gaius tell him?

Arthur looks at Merlin so lovingly after he's killed Morgana 😭😭

And now he's literally grabbing at the man's hand 😭 "just hold me, please"

That's gotta be the gayest death scene in television history. If you can watch that without thinking Arthur puts his hand on the back of Merlin's head because some part of him wants to bring him down for a kiss, or that "just hold me, please" is in any way shape or form a 'bros' thing, and certainly not at all an intentional mirror/callback to Isolde dying in Tristan's arms, then I'm afraid you are what we professionals refer to as a dumb-as-nails fucknugget, more commonly phrased as 'willfully ignorant'.

"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass" yeah except for the whole, y'know, magic still being illegal thing.

I've said this before, but, while I'm sure there was a determined intention to have Arthur die in his armor, probably in some kind of attempt to make sure the audience knows he's died a warrior's death, I *really* think it was kinda stupid that Merlin never removed it, despite Arthur being weak, despite the fact that there was something like five days between him getting stabbed and him actually dying, despite that for the duration of that time they were traveling or hiding out. Merlin managed to produce a cloak to put on Arthur, why did he need the full armor on that whole time? Like even if they left the chainmail on, those plates on his shoulder were just getting in the way, and it looked quite uncomfortable.

Also not for nothing but Lancelot got like, every flower in the forest surrounding lush verdant greens in his death boat, Arthur gets a bunch of sticks.

It suddenly occurs to me, watching this now, that the reason Leon/Percival is such a common side pairing in Merthur fics, is because these two motherfuckers are the only original Knights of the Round Table to survive the series. 🤦‍♀️ I dunno how I failed to notice that before now. My stupidity amazes me.

I'm *really* glad they decided to do this scene with Gwen wearing the Pendragon red dress instead of the black mourning dress. Yes she looks fabulous in it but it's more the symbolism than the 'reality' - with Gwen wearing her house's colors it represents a continuation rather than a finality. Camelot will go on, Gwen will undoubtedly end the war on magic and with Morgana dead (and frankly, I think by now she already brought about the death of all the angry incel type rulers in Albion) there stands to reason her reign will begin with a period of peace, possibly longer than Arthur's. We kind of have to assume that the 'time the poets speak of' is, inevitably, Gwen's reign - which only came about through Arthur's death. It's a little bit toooo subtle in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand the need for the focus on Merlin and Arthur - after all, this show was their journey - not leaving much time to focus on Gwen and Camelot in the aftermath of Arthur's death.

I will just say, the first time I watched this that fucking truck scared the ever living shit out of me. I also just immediately, viscerally hated that scene and declared it invalid - but I think it was because the truck made me jump out of my skin. It has since grown on me, particularly once I started reading 'Arthur Returns' fic.

Everything beyond this point is post-series spec and headcanon, so if that's not your jam you can exit safe in the knowledge that as usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the S5 extras, I will create a separate post!

For those interested, my go-to post-series fic is We Begin Again by katherynefromphilly I fully headcanon this series as the continuation of the series.

I have a lot of thoughts about Gwen and Merlin post-Camlann.

For one, poor fucking Gwen. She's lost her father, her brother, and her husband, all by what, age 30? That's rough. And who knows what happened to her mom, that was pre-series and I don't think it was ever mentioned.

Merlin, dear god poor Merlin. First of all, I just wanna say straight off that my instinctive headcanon about Merlin was that he never returned to Camelot. I couldn't really say why exactly. I just don't think he could stand being there after Arthur's death. But practically speaking, Merlin's still got Aithusa to deal with, that dragon needs some godsdamned house training asap. He's still the last Dragonlord, it's reasonable to assume he'd immediately take that on considering Aithusa is partially responsible for Arthur's death (the sword Mordred killed Arthur with, only succeeded in killing Arthur because it had been forged in Aithusa's fire-breath) so he's either going to attempt to train the bad behaviors out of Aithusa, or...well...

The only thing is, I do not believe Merlin would abandon Gwen, or Gaius. So my hc is inherently flawed. I do think Merlin probably spend a couple months with his mum, and I do think he ultimately settled near lake Avalon waiting for Arthur's return.

But I do wonder, what must their relationship have been like? Gwen, surely, would've sought his guidance in establishing laws governing the use of magic. And surely, peace cannot last indefinitely, so Merlin absolutely would've defended Camelot and protected Gwen. There's just no way he could've completely turned his back on them, but I doubt he could bear living in Camelot. And Gwen is both strong and practical enough to get on without him there 24/7, even though I'm sure she'd miss him.

I also think she would've found love again. Whether with Leon, as many people hc, or someone else not in the series.

ANYWAY.

Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I will post comments on the extras if I have anything worth saying - and I think I'll do a master post linking all these episode posts after I clean them up once I get time to sit at a computer and do so. Until then! 💙💚

(Gif source) (h/t @shut-up-merlin)

[baekhvuns]

Wait your answer wasn't late bestie. I'm sure I sent it like 3 hours before you replied, hahahah, so no worries. I'm late though 😅

People need to stop saying that shit about 2nd/3rd gen groups. I saw that Chen is having a comeback, maybe once most of them do solo stuff and deal with the army there'll be a full group cb too or at least some type of a get-together. <3

Key was holding weapons in his Bad Love promo shoots, but he was also serving looks akhdiaydushsjsI guess he can protect us from aliens maybe? Bodyguard Minho era 👀 and yeah Taemin gets to live a pretty normal life, so maybe that's good for him, but still...

Omg yeah you're right it's about the quality too. That Taekai shoot 🤗

4th slide I need Ateez to pull devil horns, come on. All the concept photos from XH are so fun, the hairstyles 🤩 Hongjoong would pull this off so so well

I was surprised, but 7/11 in SK expanded their vegan line, like kimbap with fake tuna omg!!! among other things. One of my friends said late 2021 to now is peak vegan experience in Seoul, so I cannot wait. She sent me 4 types of vegan mandu a few months ago and they were delicious.

First time I had vegan nuggets at McDonald's in Holland a few years ago I was convinced they gave me the meaty ones and felt so uncomfortable 😭

Like I said I can't and won't stop your Shitstar urges 😭 some people might feel unsatisfied, but if you can pretend you're writing for Hwa while writing for Yunho, maybe they can imagine someone else instead of Hwa. Been there, done that with some people/characters 🤭

Ohhhh, elaborate on your Y/N moment? Sorry for ruining it, bestie I brought you back to the real world 😅

Yeah the free footie pics are not it :/// footwork yes, foot pics is a no no

Sad ending... I just want them to be together ok even if shit is sad 😢

When I talk to Seonghwa I do look him in the eye and try to embarrass him so we're even. But I can't believe we held hands it feels like such a distant memory like how did that happen?!

"i need this man in me right now, i wish u heard the way i said that just now jkf" bestie what are you saying I started choking while working lmaoooo

That shot of Seonghwa drinking from the Teezerverse video reminds me of that all black vampire situation when he was drinking as well 😳

I know these semi-transparent masks work for people who need to read your lips, but they look so creeeeepy. Imagine seeing these two dudes in nice suits, but they're wearing creepy masks 🙈

This but Seonghwa is forbidden (banned, illegal)

Why is this so funny to me - DV 💖

hi helloo!!

Wait your answer wasn't late bestie. I'm sure I sent it like 3 hours before you replied, hahahah, so no worries. I'm late though 😅

OH IT WASNT??? i sometimes answer so late this one slipped out of my mind bjfbjdj

People need to stop saying that shit about 2nd/3rd gen groups. I saw that Chen is having a comeback, maybe once most of them do solo stuff and deal with the army there'll be a full group cb too or at least some type of a get-together. <3

no srsly,, like waking up and seeing "xyz disbanded" and u just lost a lifeline????? HELL. im oNLY HOPING THEY DO MAYBE SEKAI GO A LITTLE LATER INTO NEXT YEAR AND WE GET A CB WITH BAEK,, chen doing a solo he looking os fine but he;s also doing a face 2 face fanmeet and those sk fans are...nasty towards him 😭😭

Key was holding weapons in his Bad Love promo shoots, but he was also serving looks akhdiaydushsjsI guess he can protect us from aliens maybe? Bodyguard Minho era 👀 and yeah Taemin gets to live a pretty normal life, so maybe that's good for him, but still...

LMFAOOOO don't u think he'd sacrifice minho in a battle with aliens,, hoping key cosplays as some insane complex character this year,,, MINHO BODYGUARD ERA????? but the yn gotta be like key BDFJJK ENEMIES TO ENEMIES 😭😭😭😭😭 saw taemin trending today and it was just everyone crying over the fact his enlistment is longer 😭😭😭

Omg yeah you're right it's about the quality too. That Taekai shoot 🤗

exactly!!! the qualoty of kai's shoots and the themes,, NEED ONE FOR HWA RIGHT NOW,,, that taekaikrystal shoot too bestie oHO THE VISUALS they were sm's triple h

4th slide I need Ateez to pull devil horns, come on. All the concept photos from XH are so fun, the hairstyles 🤩 Hongjoong would pull this off so so well

THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED AT THE HAIR STOP???? STOP KPOP NEEDS TO DO THIS MORE!!!!!!!!!! ateez need to fuck their pirate core for one cb and give us demon core,,, full on like that hairstyle like suho in obsession, the crazy dark makeup, pls do dark begging... HONGJOONG ABSOLUTELY WOULD DEVOUR IT

I was surprised, but 7/11 in SK expanded their vegan line, like kimbap with fake tuna omg!!! among other things. One of my friends said late 2021 to now is peak vegan experience in Seoul, so I cannot wait. She sent me 4 types of vegan mandu a few months ago and they were delicious.

omg???? FAKE TUNA??? YO IM INVESTED ITS SO HARD TO FIND REPLACEMENT ESP IN EAST ASIAN FOOD,, WE LOVE THIS 😭😭😭 omgg stOP NEED THESE RECIPES RIGHT NOW,,,, omg also if u happen to be at toronto's ktown there's a restaurant that sells vegan/vegetarian mandu's and they put tofu in it instead of meat and its absolutely divine

First time I had vegan nuggets at McDonald's in Holland a few years ago I was convinced they gave me the meaty ones and felt so uncomfortable 😭

THEY HAVE VEGAN NUGGETS IN HOLLAND???? WHAT THE FUCK NOW THIS IS NEWS BC DAMN SO GLAD THE WORLDS HAVING REPLACEMENTS BC IT BE SO HARD TO EAT ANYTHING OUTSIDE UR OWN CIRCLE 😭😭 LMFAOOOO BESTIE DSHBJ I BET THEY WERE MEAT AFTER ALL 😭😭😭

Like I said I can't and won't stop your Shitstar urges 😭 some people might feel unsatisfied, but if you can pretend you're writing for Hwa while writing for Yunho, maybe they can imagine someone else instead of Hwa. Been there, done that with some people/characters 🤭

i honestly do not care atp bc i wanna do what's got me excited to write something,,, after this yunho fic im going back to hwa for a while bc i can't seem to finish a fic and it'll only make ppl yearn to want more 😭😭

Ohhhh, elaborate on your Y/N moment? Sorry for ruining it, bestie I brought you back to the real world 😅

...so very well pls have a seat bc i had two <3 my dad has this uni friend of his who's son is my age and apparel we were the only kids to ve at this adult-only party it was,, just as u imagined intense tension but then nothing ever happened bc i KNOW MY ROOTS BELONGG TO SHINESTARISM

second one is that! do u know the actor alain delon??? someone in my class is a direct replica of him just longer hair and the way i choked when that person entered in the class ≤3

Yeah the free footie pics are not it :/// footwork yes, foot pics is a no no //// Sad ending... I just want them to be together ok even if shit is sad 😢

i agree bc some of them have weird shapes and i do not want to LOOK. JHDVLHCBCV maybe two endings!

When I talk to Seonghwa I do look him in the eye and try to embarrass him so we're even. But I can't believe we held hands it feels like such a distant memory like how did that happen?!

JHCAWHGDJHCGCK DOES HE GET EMBARRASSED,,, i rmr when u said u held his hands and they were so soft, why would u bring that up again doU u expect me to go on with my DAY LIKE THIS FHEFL

"i need this man in me right now, i wish u heard the way i said that just now jkf" bestie what are you saying I started choking while working lmaoooo

That shot of Seonghwa drinking from the Teezerverse video reminds me of that all black vampire situation when he was drinking as well 😳

UR DONE, UR DONE DONE DONE DONE !!!!

I know these semi-transparent masks work for people who need to read your lips, but they look so creeeeepy. Imagine seeing these two dudes in nice suits, but they're wearing creepy masks 🙈

nO THEY DO! its so trippy to even look at that bc ur you'd just be looking at their lips and im not complaining bc hwa's lips >>>> HFBKFBFVB

This but Seonghwa is forbidden (banned, illegal)

LMFAOOOO?? NO BC, THIS WAS SO FUNNY??? HOW U BANNING A WHOLE PROFILE PICTURE

Why is this so funny to me - DV 💖

omggg thay heart is so thICK,, IS THAT FOR SKZ???

2/2 Not me forgetting to answer everything again lmaooo. Anyways, that BTS quiz was a set up, not only I didn't remember most of the songs on the list I also got my uber driver as the result????

*pikachu shocked face* ur uber driver???? WHAT a COINCIDENCE HUH u mean this one??? or this one????

Here's one for you - again, knew almost none of these, but I got anger issues <3

.... BDFJ CHFH I FOUND ANOTHER ONE,,, felt vv called out

Bestie idk shit about the latest comebacks tbh, it's so hard for me to listen to anything new and I still have so many past cbs to catch up with. I heard Nxde and the whole album, I quite like the title, because Carmen reference <3 but it's like After Like, I'm not sure if I like those songs on their own or because of the samples, hmmm. I also like the b-side called X-File, overall the album is okay, but kinda forgettable. Their previous one though 🔥 //// Only heard Antifragile in passing, so I don't remember much and haven't heard Kep1er, but I don't really like their two other titles tbh. And I'm meh about Itzy's English track, it's slightly better than Sneakers, but...still not it. What about you?

OOOO I AGREE i like the drop of nxde! anti-fragile bestie that's a cunty song,,, miss yunjin and miss chaewon are ult cunts and iM LIVING IT but i hate the "lovey lovey lovey dovery dovey dovey" the voice just ruins it for me,,,, its def better than sneakers! loved the chorus and the "i dont wanna fall for boys like u" reminded me of bbhwa <3 but the lyrics were a little whomp whompy

Model Hwa is real...

KAYQ PLS HEAR US OUT PLS I NEED THIS MAN AT PARIS FASHION WEEKS, MET GALAS WE NEED HIM THERE I JUST KNOW HES GONNA SLAY PLS BEGGING,,, that's exactly model hwa in that au,, what a sorcery everything is coming true, if he gets in with ysl im convinced im some magician <3

Ekhem - DV 💖

BEHIND BARS RIGHT NOW

anon..

[greatrunner]

I watched the first episode of Cinemax's (HBO Max)'s Warrior, and I don't think I'll be watching the rest of the series (atm). It comes off like some edgy 2010s hot mess straight outta the SpikeTV era (so I'm not at all that surprised it was cancelled prior to being renewed by HBO Max). Or worse, AMC's Into the Badlands (still fucking angry about that show).

(Like, srsly, don't try so hard hon, you might pull something.) The only thing that set it apart from a SpikeTV show was the (fight) choreography, which was pretty decent for fights that barely got started or were over in seconds. I bet it gets better as the show goes on, but, holy shit, a lot of the characters and their dialog is just fucking obnoxious (like, shove 'em in a locker obnoxious).

(And sometimes I feel like these period pieces are excuses for white writers to fling around slurs with a blank check.)

I was rolling my eyes at the fact that it couldn't be arsed to have its characters speaking Cantonese for prolonged periods (outside of certain situations with white characters). It went through the trouble of using a sound effect and 360 shot to imply "they're really speaking Cantonese", but spoke English for the (non-subtitle) audience like it was being magically translated by some translator app out of Star Wars.

In most cases, I wouldn't even pay this any attention, but the fact that the show draws attention to it in a "oh, wow, they speak (perfect) English" way (via antagonists), on top of calling out the fact that protagonist had a American (white) grandparent, was kinda hair-on-back-of-neck raising in the same way Crazy Rich Asians used Brit-Asians to accentuate their wealth and desirability for the audience.

I don't wanna call it Cinemax/HBO centering whiteness, considering who its producers are (Bruce Lee's family/estate and Justin Lin), but it probably is. (Like, who or what are you aiming for with these creative choices?)

I wasn't expecting any (major) Black characters to show up, but if any do, it'll probably make or break whether I re-watch it. That one shot of a Black dude holding white folks bags, in a show with a copious amount of racist white folks with speaking lines, actually made me grit my teeth. (Obviously, it was supposed to, but damn, leave us outta it if we don't have any significance to the plot beyond fodder, fam.)

It also doesn't help the show actually used the "downtrodden post-civil war confederate" character as one of their leads. Like, I know western film and TV has a boner for the confederacy they like to stroke, but come the fuck on, guys.

I liked that they subverted the (missing) sister-in-distress trope (that I guess was super common in Bruce Lee stuff, or just Enter the Dragon), but even that got ruined with the reveal that she was someone else's errand girl/henchman, and not an actual leader or anything.

(My "avoid getting salty about MK2021" plan is not working out. Joe Taslim has popped up in almost everything I've watched so far.)

[shineethinks]

Hi mommy! I love love coming to your blog! I'm always left with a huge smile & i thank you so much!! I recently went to the pet store and adopted a ferret, he's so cute! & i was wondering if you can do shinee @ the pet store? Or if its already been done?

hi baby! you are so cute and i bet your new ferret is adorable~

onew:

eating a bag of cheetos and watching the fish v raptly (jong: you know that they don’t have eyelids if you’re trying to do a staring contest / onew: that’s nOT what i’m doing they’re just interesting!!! / jong: … they just swim…. back and forth and back and forth) 

doesn’t understand how people lose their appetites when looking at fishtanks like how is that possible??

THEY HAVE A KOI POND??? 

resisting the urge to throw in a cheeto 

a store attendant accosted him and is telling him about the wonders of freshwater guppies and here minho, he got a friend for shiny

jonghyun:

tries to get a parrot to copy his singing 

runs away bc it started squawking and flapping its wings at him (”i am a singer, bird!!! *muttering* doesn’t know talent when it sees it”)

dude birds scare him 

BUT the puppies!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dives into the puppy pen 

a puppy curled up on his stomach

let him die here

this is his heaven 

and he’ll take all of them to go, thanks 

key:

i cannot adopt another dog 

i cannot adopt another dog

i CANNOT adopt another dog

BUT MAYBE JUST LET HIM PLAY WITH ONE IN THE PEN

picks the pupper up like “do you want to go home with key appa????”

wants to name it gucci bc his gucci burned 

he just wants another baby (jong: srsly just get drunk and you’ll have another one) 

pulls an attendant aside and whispers, “save this one for me” @ a beagle pup 

minho:

wants to pet a chinchilla 

SO. SOFT

ot4 want to leave and he’s still petting the chinchilla (key: minho, your mom hates rodents she will freak) 

buys a huge tank (taemin: but you have one goldfish / minho: onew hyung bought me another fish and that totally justifies this 15 gallon tank) 

also got a fish castle for shiny

taemin:

cats reALLY like him 

a store attendant came running bc she heard the kittens yowling “WHAT are doing to them???? / taemin: *just standing there, looking* wat

pets all of their paws that are sticking out at him 

but srsly they’re going crazy 

“ah they must be fans of shinee too” 

starts singing everybody and a little dancing too for the kitties

asks to hold a grey kitten and cradles it like a baby 

[pwjins]

Hey~ I'm so sorry my replies are always so late I've been so busy and today in particular was a rollercoaster 😵 BUT YES YOUNGMIN AND DONGHYUN BE SERVING LOOKS 😍💕 I actually got on the P101 train kinda late because I was trying to stay away because I knew it'd bring lots of pain lol 😅 but I've definitely had a thing for Youngmin since I saw his Be Mine performance!! 😍 His rapping sounded so much like the original song that he automatically caught my attention. I'll continue in another ask 😅

hello!! SORRY I’M RESPONDING TO THIS SO LATE IT JUST POPEPDUP IN MY INBOX and dude me too i tried to avoid it but when ep1 aired i coULDNT HOLD MYSELF BACK 😭 and seriously tho something about his voice just makes me fall in love with him liek 45139 times and MAN I JUST LOVE HIM SO SOS OS OS SO SMUCH he was actually the first bnm trainee that stood out to me and not woojin SHOCKER RIGHT HAHAHAH i was srsly on cloud 9 when he did the salute™ in the company performanceAHHHHHHH 😩