#yes i know Jane is a girl kisser

[lu-dao-writes]

Creepypasta shit is currently taking over my brain. Anyways, Liu Woods is my most favorite and I like to see him shipped with Eyeless Jack and Kagekao.

[fizzy-blood]

Jane the Killer Headcanons🔪🖤[NSFW]

Shout out to @emo-clown-fucker for telling me to follow my dreams🥰 (I asked if I should write for Jane and they said yes.) So I hope you enjoy! GN s/o but I wrote it as AFAB ^_^

Warning: 18+/NSFW content!! [Bondage, strap-on, actually kinda fluffy at points?]

I'M FINALLY WRITING FOR OUR GIRL KISSER QUEEN. THIS WOMAN MADE ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY AT THE AGE OF 9.

It's really only fitting if I write some stuff for her 😌

So let's get started by saying that she is... Really... Sweet during sex?

She's very gentle for the first few minutes and will make sure you're actually enjoying yourself.

She's also normally on top and is a bit more dominant but she's fine with you being on top of you really wanna try that!

Random thingy but I actually headcanon her as demisexual (just felt the need to say that idk)

She also has a thing for tying you up (if you're ok with it of course, she doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable)

She'd also give you a safe word or make you do a simple action like tapping her hand twice so you'd be able to tell her to slow down or stop.

BACK TO THE TOPIC OF BONDAGE!

Jane would never use rope unless you'd rip anything else she has to tie you up with. She actually finds it harder to tie knots with and thinks the texture is bad.

She actually likes using ribbon if she can. (It's soft and pretty and easy to tie)

She has also probably gagged you at some point! (Jane owns a ball gag for when she normally does that kind of stuff but sometimes will use a clean sock if she can't find it)

Jane also enjoys it when you squirm around when she eats you out. (Takes it as a sign of you feeling good... Which... It is!)

Now, I normally do a dick description but... She doesn't have one of those... So I'll just describe her body type and stuff... :3

She's about 5'9, a bit chubby and is generally pretty curvy (also hip dips 🤤)

I'm not good with explaining breast sizes but I think she'd be a C-Cup (did I do that right? I don't fully know... I feel like I should know how tit sizes work☹️)

she doesn't really shave that often (HNGGG) but her body is also mostly burned so a good chunk of her is just... Hairless? (Mostly on her left side)

But she's fine with shaving what is there if you really really want her to..

She also normally keeps her mask on during sex and takes it off immediately after.

Just got so used to wearing it that she sometimes forgets it's on..

Also! She owns a couple different strap-ons! The one she normally uses on you is black and about... 7 inches? She has some that are smaller or bigger but that's the one she picks 80% of the time.

It's mostly smooth but it has a couple bumps near the tip for texture. (It's also made with softer materials so it really doesn't hurt 💖)

Aftercare!!

Again, takes off her mask immediately after. It helps her untie you and make sure you're ok physically.

She asks how you're doing and then asks if you need anything.

Jane probably is strong enough to carry you but if she can't she'll just help you walk by putting her arms around you and keeping you propped up.

So she'll help you get to the bathroom for a nice hot shower or warm bath if that's what you want!! (she's one of the few people in the mansion with a bathroom attached to her room so don't worry about anyone seeing you)

She'll make you a tea or grab you a glass of water if you feel thirsty or see if she can find you a quick snack if you feel hungry.

If not? She'll lay down on the bed and pull you against her, having your head resting against her chest or lap.

Jane also has a nice voice and will softly hum till one of you falls asleep <3

11/10. I want her.

I had so much fun with this? Hello? Uhm... I hope you enjoyed reading this!! I love Jane so much and she rarely gets written on here so... Yay!! Did I feel you guys well? Anyways... My ask box is open so feel free to send an ask or idea or request! Please reblog because likes don't do shit in this place and once again, I hope you enjoyed!!

-Fizz

(Black dividers by @sister-lucifer , also I think the star ones are by then as well?)

[thatspookyswitch]

You should answer all the Really Get To Know Me questions 👀

Okay!

What do you do for work?

Right now, home care/cleaning and freelance musician/writer.

2. Tell me about your first kiss.

It was awkward and lots of teeth haha.

3. What playlists do you have on your phone?

Here is my makeout playlist.

4. Do you like cooking or baking more?

Baking but love both for someone I truly care about <3

5. Guilty pleasures?

It use to be Coheed and Cambria til I learned to just embrace what I like.

6. Something you regret.

I regret lying to myself to fit myself in a bubble of bullshit instead of just being me.

7. Celebrity crush?

So many: Linda Cardellini, Jennifer Tilly, Bill Hader, Andy Samberg, etc.

8. How many languages do you know?

I use to know hebrew but just very minor in spanish, french, and german.

9. Make a confession.

I want to be ravaged by more women.

10. What's your favorite book?

Fuck thats a hard one. The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones, Dreadnought by April Daniels, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, all of my comics I read, etc.

11. What was your childhood dream job?

A director.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes my cute little cat named Buggy.

13. How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest?

One. He is a prick. I am the oldest. Fucking hate him.

14. How tall are you?

6'5" ;3

15. What's something you're insecure about?

Have you seen my blog?

16. When is your birthday?

April 9th.

17. Embarrassing memory?

I ripped my pants in the fifth grade on a slide and showed the whole class. It was embarrassing but also funny cause I was a class clown haha.

18. What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought?

Probably my Squier Jazzmaster.

19. Have you ever had a one night stand?

Nope and don't really plan on it. If we have sex, I care about you and want it to happen more than once.

19. Have you ever been caught doing the do?

Yes more than once haha.

20. A song that evokes a good memory?

One Armed Scissor by At The Drive-In

21. A song that evokes a bad memory?

Only in Dreams by Weezer

22. Do you prefer phone calls, facetime, or texting?

Either texting or facetime IF I am not too shy.

23. Your favorite pet name from your partner? (baby girl, honey, brat, etc.)

Baby girl is something that touches a certain part of my brain.

24. What's a controversial opinion you have?

I guess its considered controversial BUT kids should have free breakfast and lunch in schools. I grew up fucking poor and barely being able to afford lunch so I had to steal. Kids shouldn't go hungry and it pisses me off how schools treat kids in general.

25. Do you believe in second chances?

Yes actually. People can change.

26. 3 things you love about yourself.

My musician skills, my humor, and I am a pretty good kisser ;3

27. What is something you are sure you'd NEVER do?

Become a Conservative. I'd rather die.

28. How different is your actual adult self from how you pictured it when you were little?

Quite but for so many other reasons (trans, being disabled, etc.)

29. Have you ever met a celebrity?

Yes! I met Laura Jane Grace after a show back in 2016 when I was just starting HRT.

30. Free Pass! (Ask whatever question you want to know that's not on the list)

Go ahead anon ;3 ask me whatever you want!

[deadbydangit]

First Kisses. Survivors.

Dwight Fairfield, Leon S Kennedy, Yui Kimura, Ace Visconti, Kate Denson, Jane Romero.

Dwight Fairfield

You're going to have to be the one to first initiate the kiss.

Lord knows he's way too nervous to do that.

What if he messed up? You'd hate him!

Make sure it's in a private area.

Make sure to take it slow or he'll probably faint.

Start with a little kiss on the cheek.

And oh boy will this boy's face heat up.

His whole face will just be bright red.

You didn't know a human could turn that red.

His glasses will be so steamed up, that you won't be able to see his eyes until he cleans them.

Next time try for the lips.

He might actually faint.

He isn't great at returning the kiss, but give the poor guy a little time to get used to the affection.

You're a dream come true.

Leon S Kennedy

He can talk the talk all he likes.

But can he walk the walk?

He'll be the one to initiate the first kiss, only if the timing is right.

He's a confident guy. He's taken on pretty shitty situations.

But this is a different ball game.

He doesn't want to force anything on you. He's really not that type.

He is a hero after all.

It really depends on the situation you find yourself.

If the first kiss happens in a moment of danger, when you're both in peril, that kiss will be short but bursting with meaning.

It's his way of saying he'll be back and he'll protect you.

If it's in a quiet area, alone without any danger?

He isn't as confident.

But it'll be a slightly longer more passionate kiss.

More confident than Dwight, but he's definitely holding back.

He's a gentleman after all. He wants to go at your pace.

Yui Kimura

You think she's cocky now, just wait till you get your first kiss.

She doesn't really have much of a plan, it just springs to her one day.

You'll both be watching the stars or relaxing by the tents.

Then, she's just going to turn to you, and kiss you.

She's the daring type, so she isn't afraid to kiss you in front of others.

Hey, you're just that cute.

After, she'll kiss you again. Just for good measure.

She's a pretty good kisser, as long as you don't mind that she kind of smells like motor oil.

That's right. This one here? They're mine. Fight me.

Don't actually let her fight anyone though. She will kick their ass.

Ace Visconti

This man has no shame.

Zero.

Doesn't matter where you are. The first kiss is just going to happen.

Would he prefer it somewhere more romantic? Yes.

Is he opposed to it happening in front of others or in a trial? No.

He's initiating the kiss.

Even if you plan to give him the first kiss. Well, you won't get that chance.

That's his job.

His pick up lines are so cheesy you might cringe.

"Hey cutie. I'm not a four leaf clover. But my kisses are lucky."

You won't have any time to respond.

He's a pretty good kisser too.

But it's short, but just enough to leave you wanting more.

Instead, he's going to flash that cocky smile and walk off.

Kate Denson

Total hopeless romantic type.

She's been planning the first kiss.

She even wrote you a song.

Which makes it pretty obvious what she's about to do.

And, I mean, she wrote you a song just for this.

What could be sweeter?

Of course, it has to be okay with you.

She would never want to make you upset. She couldn't risk losing you.

But that kiss is so sweet and pure.

She loves you so much she just wants to shout it.

She'd prefer to do this privately. No one else should get to hear that song but you.

It's your song. A song she named after you.

Jane Romero

Now this girl is confident.

Better believe she isn't shy.

Kiss you in front of others? Sure. Who cares?

Kiss you alone? Better, she'd prefer it that way.

A first kiss is an intimate moment, and she wants it to be special for the both of you.

She wants it to be really special.

She'd most likely set up a cute little dinner date for the two of you.

She would also try and make it obvious about what she's going to do.

That way, if you have any objections, you'll be able to speak them.

It's a long kiss. Gentle, sweet, and really loving.

She'll give you a wink and continue whatever you were both doing before the kiss.

[whereisten]

The New Kid

A Mark fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: the new kid in town is nerdy, quiet, and cute. The two of you grow close, but could he be hiding a secret that might put your life in danger?

Pairing: Spider-Man!Mark x female reader (Mary Jane?)

Other Characters: best friend!Haechan, Ex-Boyfriend!Jeno, Villain!Taeyong

Genre: Superhero! Sci-fi, fluff (enemies? more like awkward classmates to lovers), some angst and violence, comedy, a little suggestive?

Warnings: a little cursing, minor mentions of verbal abuse, gun usage, some violent acts, blackmail, hostage situation

Word Count: 10K

(A/N: alright well..this shouldn’t have been this long but I had a lot of fun with this one so I hope you enjoy it😂, Spider-Man Mark is just so adorable my heartssnsjksjsjksk. Also..barely proofread, so mistakes, I know they’re there, but I pretend I do not see them😌)

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“Good morning class! Everyone please welcome our new student, Mark Lee!”

Your teacher held her arm out as she welcomed Mark in your Chemistry class.

Your head snaps up from your notebook. 

A boy with round eyes and short brown wavy hair walks in.

“Hi..” he gives a thin smile and a small wave.

Your first thought is of how adorable he is. Your second thought is of how he looks nervous to enter a new school just a month after the year has started.

The class is silent with the exception of a few sniffles and music blasting through headphones.

Please don’t sit here, please don’t sit here. 

You didn’t really have anything against him, you just loved having a table all to yourself.

“Please..sit beside y/n, for now.”

Damn it. 

Mark pulled the chair out and sat beside you.

“...hi.” He said as he placed his backpack down.

“Hi.” You raise your eyebrows and open your notebook.

You just had to sit next to the awkward new kid. Perfect.

———

[Two Weeks Later]

You and Mark worked on your first project together. You had to come up with a presentation for the fall science fair, so you had to work well together.

“It’s a chance for you guys to get to know each other and build yourselves!” Your teacher said excitedly but the truth was that you weren’t thrilled to be working with anyone.

You rolled your eyes and turned to Mark.

“Alright..where do we start?”

“Well, the instructions say to combine water and salt first, so I guess we’ll start there.” Mark puts his round glasses on and smiles at you, but you frown.

“Okay, you’re the nerd so..” you raise your brows.

Mark chuckled. “We barely know each other.”

“Come on, who in the world wears glasses like that, You look like Harry Potter.” 

“I love that movie, is that a bad thing?” Mark asked with genuine confusion.

“Harry Potter is great and all, but what horror movies do you like?” You started to doodle in your notebook.

You loved horror movies, you loved autumn and everything dark and dreary about it.

“Hmmm..I don’t watch horror movies..”

You gasp and drop your pen. “You don’t..watch horror movies?” Your eyes widened like you had been hurt deeply by his lack of taste.

He returned the same look of shock. “They’re not my thing.”

“Aish..what a loser..” you say under your breath.

You turned back to your notebook and continued to doodle.

“So where are you from anyway, Potter?”

“I’m from Toronto.”

“I see, and this little town looked appealing to your parents, didn’t it?”

He nods and looks at the side of your face, noting how under your bleak persona and poor attitude, was a pretty face and gentle touch. He could tell from the way you delicately drew in your book.

His senses also picked up on your relaxed blood pressure and steady breathing.

He saw every pore and heard every breath you took, your lashes looked extremely long as well, bringing about a dazzling gorgeousness to your eyes.

The very surface of your round lips was soft and plump, there was a shade new to him that rested at the center.

“Mark?” You turned to him.

He quickly looked away and shifted in his chair.

“Y-yeah..I’m living with my aunt here..my parents passed away a while ago.”

“Oh..I’m sorry..” you looked down at the table.

“Hey. You don’t have to feel bad about it..”

Mark smiled softly as he heard your heart rate speed up from nervousness.

“Mark..I-“ the bell rang and you thanked the heavens for it.

Mark turned and grabbed his bag before you could say anything else. “Well, I’ll catch ya later.”

“‘CaTcH yA LAtEr’” you mocked him to lighten the mood. “Yeah, Potter, I guess we’ll work more next time..”

He laughed.

His eyes became small lines and his cheeks puffed up, he was adorable, like a kid in a candy store.

You turned away before your face became hot.

———

[1 Month Later]

“The new kid is kinda cute..” Haechan took a sip of his juice while the two of you ate lunch.

“God, I wish I was in your class, do you think the counselor will change my class schedule now if I come up with a dumb excuse?”

You rolled your eyes. “Nah, I don’t think she will, and even if she did, why would you want to be in a class with that nerd?”

Mark was sitting by himself at a table in the corner, he was reading a book while chewing chicken tenders.

Haechan pouted. “But just look at him..I bet he’s the best kisser, do you see those lips?”

“Ew Haechan! He’s my partner in class, I don’t want to think about his lips!” You gagged and started to peel your banana.

Mark could hear you, he could hear everyone’s conversations in the cafeteria for little did you know of his secret.

“So you’re telling me you wouldn’t give him a chance, even though you gave a notorious school douchebag named Jeno one?” Haechan glared at you.

You kicked his shin under the table. “We don’t say that name here anymore.”

Haechan hissed. “You’re closer than I’ll ever be to that cutie..you better take advantage of that, I bet he’s super nice too.” He rested his chin in his hands as he swooned over Mark.

You rolled your eyes then locked eye contact with Mark just as you stuffed the banana into your mouth. You were frozen. The banana was about halfway in and Mark never let your eyes go.

You chomped on it and looked away.

Mark giggled and went back to reading his book.

“You open your mouth pretty wide for a girl that doesn’t know how to use it..” Jeno snickered as he walked by your table.

Your mouth was full so you couldn’t come up with a quick comeback, but luckily, that’s what Haechan was there for.

“Oh, shut up, big head. Like you could fill anyone’s mouth with that chicken nugget of a wee wee!”

You nearly choked and covered your mouth as you laughed.

Mark, who was over 30 feet away, laughed too.

Jeno quickly turned around to walk back to your table, but ended up colliding into Taeyong, the scary and filthy rich senior that everyone stayed away from.

Him and his posse, complete with Yuta and Johnny, were tall seniors that gave everyone death glares. Even the teachers weren’t safe. Taeyong’s father was the wealthiest man in town, he was a kingpin so he possessed a lot of power.

Jeno raised his hands. “Whoa, bro, I’m sorry.”

Taeyong steadied himself and pulled his hands out of his pockets. The entire cafeteria froze, you all had never seen anyone get in their way. Taeyong walked around in black clothing and never took his hands out of his pockets for it ruined his nonchalant attitude.

The black haired boy crossed his arms and stepped towards Jeno.

“If I were in the mood..I’d tell you to get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness..” his intense gaze made Jeno tremble. Hell, even you swallowed hard from fear.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

Taeyong’s mouth tilted into a smile, he rubbed his thumb along the side of Jeno’s face. Johnny and Yuta stood behind him while they smirked and chuckled at Jeno’s subordinance.

“I know it won’t.”

He walked away and out of the cafeteria.

Jeno scurried back to his group of friends while the rest of the students resumed their lunch. 

Mark didn’t like the sound of this guy. He knew who his father was and he knew that he would be the only that could stop him and save the innocent lives threatened by him.

Later that day, you were getting ready to leave school when Haechan popped up behind your locker as you closed it.

“Shit!” You jumped when he popped up.

He cackled. “You know, for someone that watches a lot of horror films, you sure do get scared pretty easily.”

You huffed and swung your backpack over your shoulder. You didn’t notice Mark behind you and your bag nearly smacked him in the face, but thanks to his senses, he ducked quickly.

“Y/n!” Haechan saw Mark behind you.

“What?” You said as you turned.

Mark was there behind you, squatting below you awkwardly and looking up at your face.

You furrowed your brows. “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get a peak of something down there?”

Mark shot up straight and shook his head. 

“N-no, no I’m sorry I was just..I know we are a little behind..but I was wondering if you wanted to work on the project together after..school, or-or something..” he looked nervous to talk to you. He kept looking to the side to dodge your eyes.

“I can’t today..I’m-“

Haechan butt in excitedly. “Oh! That works perfectly! Y/n, I was actually coming to tell you that I can’t go to the movies tonight! I have to do some extra work with my partner too! We can all study at Starbucks!” 

You turned to him and glared. ‘What the hell’ you mouthed.

His eyes grew. ‘Just say yes’ he mouthed while nodding towards Mark.

Mark still looked to the side.

“Fine..meet us at the Starbucks on 10th at 5..loser.” You gripped the strap of your bag while walking away.

Mark chuckled at the nickname you gave him. He thought you were different, cute, but different.

At Starbucks, Mark was there before you were and ordered coffee for you.

“For me?” Your eyes widened.

Mark nodded and smiled widely. “Yeah! I don’t know if you like cream or sugar, so I got it black but everything is over there if you-“

You giggled and Mark swore he saw heaven when you smiled. “I know how it works, Mark, thank you for this.”

You rarely said his name, but he felt weak when you did.

Haechan and his lab partner joined the two of you. You did some more research for your project and talked about it while Mark jotted down important notes.

Haechan and his partner, Renjun, were supposed to be doing the same thing, but Haechan was too busy staring at Mark’s eyes.

“Haechan..Haechan!” Renjun tapped his hand.

They continued to work and as everyone got more tired, you noticed that Mark wasn’t jotting down notes like he did in the beginning. He was watching you talk, he liked watching your lips move and hearing your soothing voice. His eyes were locked on your face; it made your heart tremble.

“Mark?” You raised your brows and bit your bottom lip. 

“Yeah..yeah!” He shook his head to come out of his daze.

“Did you catch anything I said? You've been staring for at least five minutes now..”

“I was..focusing.” Mark averted his gaze to the ceiling.

You shook your head. “You’re weird, Potter.”

Mark licked his lips and looked at the table. “I’m sorry I’m just a bit tired..” 

“Me too! I think we should call it a night!” Haechan stretched his arms out and up high.

He cleared his throat as you all started to pack your things away.

“Mark..so we’re all going to the movies to see that new horror film, “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” tomorrow. Wanna come?”

You kicked his shin again.

“Mark doesn’t like horror movies.”

Mark scratched the back of his head. “Well, I only said I don’t watch them, not that I don’t like them..”

You sighed.

“Perfect! So we’ll see you tomorrow at 8! This is so exciting, it feels like a date!”

“Haechan!” You stood up from the table, glaring into his skull once again. 

He shrugged his shoulders and stood up too. The four of you walked towards the door.

Mark only laughed awkwardly.

“Hey.. y/n..”

You paused and turned around. “Yeah?”

“Will you be alright..getting home at this time?”

You laughed out. “I’m fine..I take the bus at this time all the time!”

Mark nodded.

He was caring and it was strange for you, for someone to genuinely care about you for the first time in a while.

He had his own car. An old Hyundai that got him where he needed to be. He had parked it outside of the Starbucks.

He waited with you at the bus stop right outside. Haechan took Renjun home.

“We can wait in my car if you want..it’s kinda cold out here.” He asked as you pushed your hands into your hoodie and shivered.

“My mother told me to never get in cars with strangers.” You turned to him and smiled.

He chuckled and stepped forward on his toes.

“Well, if that’s what you consider me to be then..I won’t push you..”

You shook your head. “Mark..you’re weird..I was just teasing, take me to your chariot before I freeze to death, please.”

You got into his car and the two of you sat in silence.

You checked your phone and saw that your bus was running about 20 minutes late.

You sighed and leaned back into his car seat.

“Do you like this town so far?” You looked out the window as you spoke.

Mark loved being near you, you calmed him down and his senses didn’t go crazy like they usually did. Sometimes everything was so unbearable, but not when he was around you. He was happy that no one was in danger while he spent the evening with you.

“It’s..alright..” he spoke honestly, finding it difficult to lie about how he struggled to adjust to his new life, without his uncle, without his hometown friends, without his “normal, super power-less” life. He had been bitten by a spider and given these powers just a few months before moving.

“Do you miss your friends?”

“Of course..” he swallowed hard as he remembered playing basketball with his buddies.

“And your girlfriend..”

You let it slip out before thinking. Why did you care?

“Oh, I don’t have a girlfriend..”

You turned to him with bunched up brows. “Boyfriend?”

Mark giggled. “I don’t have either..why do you ask?”

He smirked as he tilted his head.

You scoffed. “Oh, Potter, don’t give me that look..I just wanna know more about you.”

“What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

You swallowed hard. “Well..I think this town is boring..my parents are divorced and missing half the time..I broke up with my asshat of a boyfriend, Jeno, before school started..and now I’m stuck here with the school loser.”

“Stuck?” Mark raised his brows. “You can jump out any time you want and stand in the cold.”

You put your hand on the door handle but he quickly leaned over and placed his hand on yours. Your breath hit his neck. He turned to you with wide eyes as he realized that he was actually touching you.

You froze.

He froze as well. “I’m..I’m kidding, you shouldn’t leave until your bus gets here.”

He sat down in his seat and cleared his throat but you still felt his soft hand on your skin.

You chuckled. “You’re so strange, Mark. I guess it’s a Canada thing.”

“I like..spending time with you, if I’m being honest. I don’t have many friends here but you’re..cool.”

You turned to him. “Cool?? You think I’m cool?”

Mark put his head on the steering wheel and sighed, realizing the mistake he made. “Why did I say that?”

“Haha! Potter! You can’t take it back!”

The two of you spoke about music and entertainment. You told Mark that you were happy to see that he was going to try a horror movie with you tomorrow. You finally opened up to him as he did to you also.

You both laughed and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company.

He was a breath of fresh air in this town.

————

[The Next Day]

“It’s going to start in 5 minutes, where is he?” Haechan huffed as he looked at his watch.

You stood at the front of the movie theatre and looked around for Mark, but he was nowhere to be found. Was he really ditching you? You bought him a ticket and popcorn which had gotten cold by now. The ads that played before the movie were almost done. Haechan gave up and went into the theatre with Renjun. You stood there alone, awkwardly waiting like someone that was being stood up for their date. You looked at your phone but there were no texts or calls from Mark.

“Hey, I know you..” a voice spoke out from behind you.

You felt a sense of relief.

That was, until you turned and saw him.

Taeyong stood there with his hands in his midnight black trench coat, his hair was neatly parted to the side and two gold chains dazzled around his pretty neck.

“Are you alone?” He stepped towards you, a chill ran through your body and it wasn’t because of the temperature outside.

Your face fell, you stepped backwards away from him.

“I’m—I’m fine, thank you.”

Taeyong smirked when he saw your face of worry. He looked smug, dangerously handsome and cool.

“Whoever it is you’re waiting for...they’d be a fool not to show up..” his voice was deep, giving you goosebumps as you stared.

Was he flirting with you? 

You laughed awkwardly.

A girl in a thin black body con dress walked up to him and grabbed his arm.

“Ready, babe?” She flipped her hair as she stared at him, but he still looked at you.

You felt bad for her. Yeah, she looked good, but at the cost of freezing in 20°F weather? Not even a gorgeous man like Taeyong was worth that.

“Sure..” he said smoothly.

They both walked into the theatre. You followed soon after. You found Haechan and Renjun and joined them. Haechan gave you a questioning look but you shook your head.

Mark never showed up.

He was too busy stopping a robbery downtown. It was him against 7 heavyweight champions trying to rob a bank. They were Kingpin’s men, but Mark used his web to bind them to the counters until police came.

By the time he finished, the movie was almost halfway done.

He sighed and grabbed his mask off while in a dark alleyway. He unlocked his phone.

You to Mark: where are you, loser? The popcorn is getting cold.

He smiled to himself. You got him popcorn, one of his faves.

You to Mark: gonna eat this by myself if you don’t show..

The next text message was a picture of Sour Patch Kids candy, the watermelon kind that he also loved.

You actually remembered him telling you he liked watermelons one day in class.

He closed his eyes and cursed quietly. He wanted to get close to you, but he was already messing things up.

————

[The Following Monday]

You threw your backpack down and sat in your seat in class.

Mark walked in soon after.

“You ignored my texts..” he said softly.

You ignored him and put your Bluetooth earbuds in.

He sighed then looked at his notebook.

“So you’re just not gonna talk to me?”

You bobbed your head and started writing as music played.

Mark looked around. Everyone had their heads down, they were either writing in their books or reading. So he put his hand behind his back, he quickly shot a web out to your ear bud. It malfunctioned and suddenly stopped working.

You took it out and looked at it.

“What the hell..” you whispered, genuinely confused as to why it burnt up while actually in your ear.

“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t show up on Friday, but something happened..I wanted to be there, and—“

You finally turned to him. “Yeah, you chickened out. I’m sure you had better plans for your Friday night than to watch a stupid horror movie with me.”

Mark frowned. “No, no it’s not like that at all.” He wanted to be there with you and watch your face as you enjoyed something dear to you, he wanted to share popcorn and gummies, but those moments are a part of normal life for a normal teenager. He couldn’t have that.

“Really?” You raised your brows and placed your head in your hand. “I know what being second place in someone’s life feels like, Mark. It’s the same crap my parents and my ex put me through..I won’t go through it again.”

Mark shook his head and leaned towards you.

“I’m not like them, I’m here for you, give me a second chance..”

“Hey! Less talking about the weekend, more writing about science!” Your teacher called out.

When class ended, Mark followed you through the halls.

“I had something personal to take care of, y/n. Can we see a movie tomorrow or something?”

You shook your head and gripped the strap of your backpack. “There aren’t any movies out right now that I’m interested in..”

“Okay, umm how about a pumpkin patch?!” 

You turned to him with wide eyes. “What are we? 10 years old?” You scoffed and turned to walk then bumped into someone’s broad chest.

You looked up slowly. It was him. “Oh..I’m sorry.” You exhaled.

“Be careful, I might just bite next time..” Taeyong’s smile gave you the creeps. It bothered you that you were seeing him more frequently.

Mark took your hand suddenly. “Hey..we’re gonna be late.” He spoke firmly and glared before taking you out of Taeyong’s sight.

Mark kept pressing you for a second chance as you continued to walk to the cafeteria.

“Okay, fine. Umm there’s this Halloween party this Friday, I don’t really want to go, but-“

“Let’s go! We can get something to eat after, my treat!”

You nodded quickly just so he’d leave you alone. 

“Okay, Mark, let’s just get through this week.”

———

[Friday Night]

Haechan helped you out of his car when you got to the party. You wore a tight white dress and a feathery halo along with a small pair of wings.

You looked amazing with glittery makeup and white heels as your accessories.

Haechan dressed as a zombie and did a spectacular job on his makeup. He looked like he had really been bitten on the neck and the virus had spread throughout, leaving him grey with purple and green veins throughout his face.

You pulled your dress down and waited in the kitchen for Mark.

You grabbed yourself a beer and cracked it open. 

Haechan drank with you as well.

He swallowed hard. “The nice refreshing taste of piss.”

“Yup, seems about right.” You winced and put the can down.

“Well, well..it seems the Virgin angel has arrived.” Jeno walked in behind you and grabbed a beer. He was dressed as a devil. The two of you had long since talked about dressing as the angel & devil pair  for Halloween as a couple, but now that you had broken up, you didn’t think that he'd still do it.

You rolled your eyes. “What happened? Were your natural horns not enough?”

Jeno chuckled and tilted his head. “We’re playing 7 minutes in Heaven next..I’d ask you to join, but I know you’re just a teaser, never a pleaser.”

You scoffed, but Haechan jumped in.

“That’s what your little friend over there said last night when you pulled your pants down.”

Jeno flipped him the bird and walked away.

You went to the bathroom and checked your makeup. You looked wonderful, your boobs stuck out and your dress hugged your curves perfectly. You rarely dressed like this but it was nice to look and feel..pretty., you quickly fixed your lipstick and left. 

As you turned the corner, you ran into him again.

“Ahhh..perfect timing, I did say I would bite you the next time we ran into each other.” Taeyong’s eyes widened.

You backed away and laughed. 

He was dressed fittingly as a vampire. He was dark and mysterious like one, so you weren’t surprised. He looked even more handsome than usual in his dark eye makeup complete with black liner and red eyeshadow. 

But the way he stared made you..uneasy.

His gaze trailed from your lips to your cleavage as he eyed you up and down.

You stood there in silence.

“Do you—“ he started to pose a question as he stepped forward but his girl walked up and hugged him from behind.

She squeezed him gently, but Taeyong looked annoyed. “Let’s go upstairs, baby…” she said lowly while looking into your eyes with an evil glare.

Haechan came and grabbed your hand. You turned away from the two love birds and followed him, never once worrying about what Taeyong had to say again.

“He’s here!” You heard Haechan gasp.

Mark walked in. He was wearing a...Spider-Man costume.

You giggled at how cute he looked in it. You saw his cute little butt as he spun around looking for you through the crowd in the house.

You raised your hand. “Mark!” You called out to him.

He finally saw you and started to walk over.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. He was adorable as he giggled.

“Why Spider-Man?”

He shrugged. “Eh—I like the way my butt looks.”

You laughed and took his hand to the living room where a few people sat on the floor a circle. 

They spun a bottle and whoever it landed on would be placed in a closet for 7 minutes in heaven.

Two members from the group were missing so you and Mark took their spots as they did whatever they were doing in the closet. He helped you squat down while pulling your dress down your thighs.

You rolled your eyes as Jeno held his new girl crush close to him. If he wanted to be with her in the closet, why did he sit beside her? You thought to yourself.

Everyone took turns spinning the bottle and when it got to you, you spun it fast, hoping that it wouldn’t land on someone that you knew, that way it would be just as awkward for the both of you.

Mark watched the bottle spin and based on the speed and rotation of the beer bottle, he knew that one end would end up pointing to you and the other would point to..Jeno.

As it spun, he placed his hand behind his back. 

He looked up and pointed to the kitchen with his other hand. 

“Oh my god, what is that?!” He yelled, causing everyone to turn to look at whatever he was pointing at.

You turned as well, so Mark quickly shot a small squirt of his web to increase the speed a little.

“What are you talking about?” You asked when you turned back to him. Everyone else turned back too.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I saw a rat..maybe it was a decoration.” He shrugged his shoulders.

The bottle slowed down to a halt and just as you dreaded. It landed on you and..Mark.

Jeno laughed out loudly. 

“What’s so funny?” Mark gave him a look of annoyance.

“It’s just that..she’s the biggest prude I know, good luck bro, she doesn’t give it up.”

“Maybe because she doesn’t want to..I mean, have you thought about how much of an asshole you are?” Haechan spat out.

Mark looked at you as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Y/n..you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to..” 

Jeno chuckled again.

You didn’t really want to be this close with Mark, but you had to. You had to prove Jeno wrong, even if you and Mark did nothing but stare at each other. You wanted Jeno to know that you weren’t a prude like he thought.

You stood up and nodded. “Let’s go..”

The two of you stood in the tight closet awkwardly.

The light was dim, but you saw Mark’s features clearly. His dainty nose and high cheekbones, his wide eyes and cute lips. He looked to the side nervously.

The truth was, you looked amazing in your dress. He felt his face become warm when he looked at your cleavage. The glitter made your skin sparkle even more than it usually did.

“So…” you stepped up and down. “I’m glad you came..”

“I’m glad I came too.” He swallowed hard. “Oh.. that, uhh, sounded weird, I’m sorry..”

“Mark..” you giggled. “You don’t have to be awkward, it’s me..it’s just that I’m wearing tight clothing for once..”

He chuckled and looked into your eyes. He raised an eyebrow, making your stomach weak.

“It’s not just that..” his voice is lower, quieter so no one can hear the two of you.

“What is it then?” You smirk.

He stares at your lips and as he’s about to answer a red alarm blares out in his head. His senses are tingling, someone is in trouble.

He squints and turns away. “I-i have to go…”

You step forward. “What? Are you..okay?”

You place your hands on his shoulder.

He loves the touch but can’t stop this nagging feeling. He had to go where his mind told him to go, he had to tend to whatever needed him or else he'd go insane from the noise.

“I can’t explain it, it’s like a migraine, I..just have to go.”

He turns to head through the closet door but you step in front of him. 

“Mark, if you leave it’ll just prove Jeno right. Please just 5 more minutes, I’m sure you can stand being with me for just that.”

“I can’t. I have to go.”

You scoff and continue to block the door. “What? Do you have to run home to your aunt or something? Are you out too late?”

Mark shakes his head. “Y/n..it’s not that, I just—“

“Gotta be a good boy and go home now?” You teased him to buy time. You really didn’t want Jeno to gain any satisfaction from learning that the two of you did nothing.

“Y/n..” he looked intensely into your eyes. His eyes then floated down to your lips as he watched you nag at him.

“Mark, what is it with you? You bailed on me last time! Do you hate being around me or what?”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you hard and sudden.

Your back hit the closet door causing it to swing open.

But Mark didn’t care, he still held your face close to his and caressed your mouth. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him on you. The way his tongue traced over your bottom lip for permission to enter, the way his nose poked your cheek.

You opened your mouth and turned your head to deepen the kiss.

Sparks flew between you and you both felt giddy. Blood rushed through your veins. Mark’s senses were calmed for a bit as they focused on what he felt right now with you. The building tension and the satisfying release. 

You fell into him more and more. Even as the others cheered while watching, the two of you were consumed by each other.

You feel butterflies flying around without any intention of stopping and then..he pulls away. Your eyes open and you see your red lipstick all over the handsome boy’s mouth, confirming that what felt like a wonderful dream was actually a reality.

He stares at you through low eyes and licks his lips while panting.

Your lips are still parted while you too breathe heavily.

Your eyes are round and beg for more. Mark wants it too.

You look at his lips and lean forward, but he backs away and swallows hard.

“Catch ya later!” He runs out of the house as you stand there in shock.

Haechan’s mouth falls open.

“Oh...shit.”

———-

[The Next Day]

Taeyong listened to his father complain about the new superhero in town while at dinner.

“I don’t know where this little shit came from but he’s ruining EVERYTHING. We can’t get a simple delivery done without him popping up.”

Kingpin slams his fork down.

“He shoots a web here, he shoots a web there, and suddenly, my men are down and out! Tell me how that makes sense?”

“I’m sure they will stop him soon, he’ll get tired and give up.” Taeyong’s mother continued eating.

“Christ, I’m stressed and then we get a call from your teacher saying that you’re not showing up for class?!”

His father turned his attention to him while pointing a finger.

Taeyong shrugged.

“What the hell you moving your shoulders for? Answer me!”

Taeyong puts his fork down and sighs. “That class is a waste of time..”

“No, the only thing that’s being wasted is MY time and MY effort to get you to good college, you think I want you to end up like me?” His father’s voice rose.

“Is that such a bad thing?” A smirk fell across Taeyong’s face, irritating his father.

“Listen to me, boy, you could never handle the shit i handle, so DONT even think about it. You take your sorry ass to class and you graduate and go to college. Make something of that pea-sized brain of yours.”

“Honey..” his mom placed her hand on his father’s, but he lifted it and waved her off.

“Don’t! He’s like this because you spoil him. He’s a spoiled little brat.”

Taeyong continued eating, he was used to being insulted by his father.

“Dont speak like that, you’re just stressed because of Spider-Man, dear.”

“Shut it! You know that it’s true, you know he’s worthless!”

He stood up and gave Taeyong a frightening glare.

“You got one chance to prove me wrong, boy, make one more mistake and you’re out and on the streets with the druggies!” He huffed and left the dining room.

Taeyong sat quietly, gripping his fork in his fist and thinking about what to do. How could he prove to his father that he would be able to take over the business?

———-

[Monday]

You didn’t say a word to Mark for the first few minutes of class.

It was awkward but Mark didn’t seem to be bothered. He simply did his work in his notebook while listening to his music.

While the teacher was busy, you turned to him.

“Mark?” You whispered and leaned forward to get his attention.

“Mark?”

He still moved his head to the music.

You tapped his shoulder.

He turned to you with large eyes and took his headphones out.

“Yeah?” He said innocently.

“What do you mean by “yeah?” Are we not going to talk about the party?”

Mark smirked. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You nodded. “Mark, what was that about?” You knew what it was, you felt it every time you looked at each other. You had a developing crush on the boy you called a loser, you were just trying to hide it but it was becoming difficult as he was perfect in every way.

His cute eyes, nice lips, beautiful brown hair..you loved it all.

But most of all, you loved how sweet and caring he was, how he spoke to you and made you feel like you were the center of the universe as his entire focus rested on you.

He licked his lips. “I...did that to help you prove your boyfriend wrong.”

You blinked rapidly. “That was the only reason?”

“Um..yeahhh.” Mark looked to the side and moved his head in a “duh” motion.

“Oh..okay..” you looked down at your notebook and continued writing, feeling disappointed. But what did you expect? For Mark to confess his love for you? What a bizarre thought. You shook it off.

Later that day when you were at lunch, Haechan asked you about Mark.

“So what did he say?” He asked with his mouth full.

“He said he was just covering for me.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ahhh..I doubt it though, you guys made out like..really made out, it was sexy. If I knew you could kiss like that, I would’ve kissed you a long time ago.” he raises his eyebrows.

You made a look of disgust. “Ew! As if!”

You and Haechan giggled and continued eating. 

You looked over at Mark’s usual eating spot in the cafeteria, but he wasn’t there.

“Where’s that big head, Jeno?” Haechan tilted his head when he realized that Jeno didn’t pass by for his usual snarky comment session.

“Hmm that’s a good question, I don’t see Mark either.”

“Oooo..are you waiting for a round two with him?” Haechan teased, but something didn’t feel right.

You stood up. “Hey, I’ll be right back.”

Haechan nodded and you turned away to walk around the halls.

You peaked down all of the corridors looking for him.

You eventually went outside to the soccer field and heard whimpering behind the bleachers.

You walked towards it and saw three boys gathered around another boy in the middle. The boy in the middle was crouching down and holding his stomach.

You walked faster.

“Give me his glasses!” You heard one of the boys say.

“He had these ugly things on and still couldn’t see us coming..”

You recognized the voice.

It was Jeno. As you got closer you saw Jeno raise his foot to kick at the boy on the ground, and to your surprise, it was Mark.

“Shit…” you ran closer, but Mark grabbed Jeno’s foot and threw him to the floor.

Your eyes grew as Jeno’s back pummeled down into the ground with so much force, you swore the floor shook. How was Mark that strong?

Jeno groaned in pain. The other two boys stared in shock before turning back to Mark and delivering blows to his chest.

Mark couldn’t take on the two of them.

“I don’t want to hurt you!” He called out to them, he was holding back for their safety.

“Hey!” You yelled as you got closer.

“Oh..look who showed up..the school slut..” Jeno said as he stood up straight and winced from the pain in his back.

“You gave it up to the new guy, y/n? Wow, I guess you are like your mother..”

“Hey!” Mark called out to him, but the other two boys held him up by the arms to keep him from hitting Jeno again. Jeno balled his fists up and was about to hit Mark in the chest.

“You’re an asshole, Jeno!” You ran up to him and swung hard, landing a clean punch to the side of his unexpecting face.

“Hey, what the hell is going on here?!” Vice Principal Kim called out.

“Shit.” You held your hand as a stinging pain shot through it.

The two boys let go of Mark and ran, leaving you, Mark, and Jeno to the mercy of the vice principal.

You sat in detention with a wrapped hand. Mark sat a few desks behind you and Jeno sat in front with a pretty black eye.

You are proud of yourself for doing something you should’ve done to him long ago.

You watched the clock tick for an hour as you sat there with nothing to do.

Mark felt terrible for getting you involved, he would’ve handled it on his own but you jumped in to help him and now you were hurt.

After detention, you grabbed your backpack and left without talking to Mark.

“Hey..” he ran up to you.

“Hey..I’m sorry..about that, I didn’t want you to get involved..”

“It’s not your fault, Mark, it’s just that..I’d rather be alone right now..” you had to walk home after missing the last bus.

“I’ll drive you home, it’s the least I can do.”

You turned to him and raised your brows.

“Without your glasses? Can you even see my face right now?”

Mark laughed. “Actually..I have something to tell you…”

“Go on..”

“I don’t need the glasses, I just like it when you call me Potter.”

A smile creeped across your face as you felt it become warm. You couldn’t help but laugh.

Mark drove you home as the two of you talked about Jeno’s look of shock. 

“His face was priceless!” Mark scrunched his nose up and laughed gloriously.

You enjoyed watching him laugh, and without his glasses, he looked even more handsome.

You reached home and sighed. “Ahh..great, now I have to explain to my parents why my hand is swollen..”

Mark lifted your wrapped hand gently. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?” He bunched his brows up.

“And if it did, could you take the pain away?” You smirked.

Mark nodded. “I wish I could..”

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine, I took boxing class in the 9th grade..” you teased him but his eyes widened.

“Boxing class?! That is so cool!”

You giggled. “Mark, you’re so gullible!”

“Oh..” he looked down in defeat and blushed. 

A moment of silence rested between the two of you.

You stared at his lips. “Well..I should get going..”

Mark parked across the street from your house so your parents wouldn’t see you coming out of a strange car. 

You unbuckled yourself seat belt.

“Hey..” Mark said softly. 

You turned back to him and watched his parted lips.

He leaned in closer as you swallowed hard. He was so close, just a few more inches.

Your phone rang out and you looked down.

Shit, Haechan texted you.

Mark smiled and leaned back into his seat. “I’m sorry, um..thanks again.” 

“You’re welcome, Potter.” You winked and got out of the car.

He got out of the car and watched you head home.

But his spidey senses started to blare, something was coming, but you were texting on your phone as you crossed the street.

Everything happened in slow motion. The pick up truck speeding towards you, the steps you took to cross the road. You were moving too slow.

He had calculated it all. If he ran to you, he’d be too late, if he jumped in front of the truck he’d be too late and he’d get hurt. 

There was only once thing he could do given the amount of time he had.

He stretched his arm out, flicked his wrist and shot a  long sticky string out to your back. Once it latched itself onto your jacket, he yanked you back hard.

The truck sped by right in front of your eyes as you gripped your phone and looked up. You didn’t know what was happening or why you were flying backwards all of a sudden.

Your heart races, but soon you were in Mark’s arms. The truck came to a screeching halt once the driver realized that he almost hit you.

He spun you around to face him, not realizing that you were now entangled in his web.

You look terrified. “M-Mark..what the—“ you were out of breath, you looked down and saw the strings coming out of his skin.

Mark’s eyes widened as he looked down as well. The truck sped off after realizing that you were okay. It was just the two of you now, standing there in shock.

“Y/n…”

You let out a shakey breath. “Y-You're..him..You're—“

He put a finger over his lips. “Shhh..you can’t tell anyone.”

“S-spider-Man? THE Spider-Man??” 

Mark nodded slowly. 

Your mouth dropped.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.” Mark looked into your eyes and pleaded, his arms still held you tight to his chest.

You nodded but no sound came out.

He licked his lips and smiled. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

“Mark..holy shit, I’m gonna..”

“Please don’t pass out on me, I don’t want to carry you to your parents while you’re unconscious..”

“But Mark..I mean, you’re like.. a superhero..that’s so cool.” You grinned and still looked at him through surprised eyes.

Mark blushed. “You think I’m cool?”

“Oh, my God why did I say that?” You rolled your eyes.

Mark looked at your lips and it was your time to kiss him.

You placed your lips on his while taking his face in your hands. He hugged you tighter and kissed you back, diving into you like you were a breath of fresh air that he needed. You both closed your eyes and embraced the moment as your pulses ran fast and eventually matched.

You stood there for a few minutes while kissing and hugging like you were in a movie. 

Neither you nor Mark noticed a car that was parked 50 feet away. 

But not just anyone’s car, Taeyong’s car.

He had trailed Mark’s car after he saw the two of you leaving school. He had nothing better to do and just wanted to see what the two of you were up to, but then he saw how the web shot out of Mark’s hand quickly and how you flew back into him. He saved your life, all while thinking that no one would see him.

But he was wrong, and now Taeyong knew what he needed to do.

———

[The Next Week]

You and Mark hadn’t things official yet, you both were scared for what would happen to your friendship. But that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to kiss him for hours on end.

Mark felt the same way. You had been paired up with someone else at a different table in class. The two of you were now departed and he wasn’t happy about that so he made sure to keep an eye on you.

You finally ate together too. Haechan had his suspicions when he saw the two of you smiling at each other for no reason, but he didn’t say anything.

Then one day, you didn’t show up to class.

Mark texted you the entire night before and even sent you tik toks to laugh at. He knew you were fine and if you were skipping class, you’d definitely let him know. You didn’t respond to the texts he sent during the day.

His spidey senses tingled, he knew something was up.

He called you while at lunch. And to his surprise, you answered.

“Y/n? Where are you?”

There was silence over the line for a brief moment, then you sniffled. “Hey, Mark. I’m home today, I just needed..a break.”

Mark paused. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Mark, I’ll see you later. Please don’t come and look for me.”

“H-“ he started but you had already hung up.

He pursed his lips and looked intensely at his screen. Something was definitely up and he wasn’t going to stop until he found out what it was.

So after his last class, he headed to your house and knocked at the door.

When you didn’t answer, he walked around the house, looking for a way to get in without causing any damage.

He eventually found an open window on the second floor and after looking around to make sure no one was watching, he climbed up the side of the house and entered through it.

He stood up straight and saw that he was in your room, but you weren’t there.

Then he saw what looked to be a body under the blanket on your bed. 

“Y/n?”

He quickly lifted the blanket and jumped in horror. It was a slide-sized Spider-Man action figure.

He had a sticky note on his face that pressed “press my belly button.”

Mark pressed the button and heard it speak through its fake mouth.

“Oh, hello, Spider-Man, or should I call you Mark?”

His eyes widened as the male voice spoke.

“Well..it doesn’t really matter..see, I’ve got your lovely girlfriend here with me..” 

Mark here’s your muffled screaming in the background.

He grits his teeth. 

“And she is here, waiting for you at the very top of the largest building in the city. I know you’re new here, but I’m sure you can find it.”

Mark curses to himself, he was caught with you and by some bastard that he didn’t know. Did Kingpin have his men follow him?

“Oh, and that nice friend of her’s, hmmm Haechan is it? He’s outside her house, but he’s probably all tied up.. don’t be late, Markipoo, we wouldn’t want y/n to hang out with me much longer..”

The recording stops playing. Mark runs out of the house, but stops in his tracks.

He’s too late. 

Johnny and Yuta stand beside Haechan’s car. Haechan has JI mouth covered by a piece of fabric but his eyes are open and wet with tears.

He lets out a loud scream when he hears Mark.

They tied him to the hood of the car while the engine runs. He was literally tied up.

“Hey!” Mark calls out and runs towards them, but Johnny places a brick onto the gas pedal and puts the car in drive.

Haechan screams even louder as the car rolls down the hill fast.

Mark runs after it, struggling to keep up as it speeds down the street.

Johnny and Yuta stand back and laugh.

Mark had to find a way to beat, he had to calculate his speed so he could overrun it and stop it. Or he could shoot webs out from the back and pull it towards him.

His mind runs at 100mph as it goes through every possibility while he pants and runs.

“Haechan! Don’t worry! I’ve got you!”

The car is too heavy, and it’s going too fast, so he can’t hold it with his spiderweb material.

He leaps forward and up into the air, landing just a few feet in front of the incoming car.

He puts his hands in front of him and braces for impact. He had never taken on such a huge task before, he prayed that he would be strong enough to take a 4,000 pound car going at 80 miles per hour.

He grunts and presses forward onto the top of the car, causing it to make a loud skrrt sound and a huge dent to form. He uses his legs for stability as he struggles to stop it from going any further.

But he slides downward in his two feet.

“Shit.shit.shit.shit” he murmurs out.

Haechan cries to the heavens for help.

Mark pushes forward even harder while gritting his teeth. He lifts the hood slightly.

With a loud groan and harsh grip, he tears the engine out to stop the car.

The wheels slow to a halt and Mark places the car down.

He stumbles on his feet and nearly passes out, but he had to keep moving, he had to find you.

So he quickly puts his mask on before people come outside of their homes to see what the ruckus is about, then he unties Haechan.

“Oh my God..oh my God, what the hell?!”

Haechan panics and shakes.

“Mark, you’re—you’re..the guy..”

“Haechan, we can talk about this later. What is the tallest building and where can I find it?”

Haechan points in the direction of the tallest building in the town. It’s 1,000 feet high and is owned by none other than Kingpin.

Mark’s eyes narrowed as he clenched his jaw.

He swings through town quickly to get to you.

Once at the building, he decided that it would be faster to climb.

Meanwhile, Taeyong has you tied up and gagged.

Tears stream down your face.

“It’s such a shame things had to be this way..I kinda liked you.” Taeyong strokes your cheek with his thumb.

His phone rings.

“What is it?”

“He should be there soon.” 

You hear a man’s voice say on the other line.

Taeyong gives a devilish smile and looks back at you as he hangs up.

“Perfect.” He winks.

He steps forward to you and takes your bound wrists in his hand. He takes your gag off with the other.

“Would you like to beg for your life now?” 

“Fuck you, Taeyong! I never did anything to you!”

Taeyong smiles when you curse. “You’re right. All you did was go to class and look pretty...oh and decide to date a superhero. You had to expect us to use you as leverage.”

You shook your head. “Taeyong, you’re not like your father, you’re better than him! Please don’t do this.”

Wind blew your hair back as Taeyong had opened one of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor.

Taeyong’s smile fell when you mentioned his father.

“I know I’m better than him, sweetheart, I get right to the source of my problems.”

He strokes your cheek again. “You know..you’re a lot prettier when you don’t speak, but right now..I want you to scream for me.”

He suddenly pushes you out the window but grabs the end of the rope that has tied your hands up.

You let out a blood curdling scream as you stare down as the tiny people and cars so far below you. You cry even harder.

“Just like that, sweetheart, you sound beautiful.”

He smirks and ties the rope to a pole to keep your body dangling.

“Mark!!” You cry out when you see him in his Spider-Man suit climbing up the building towards you.

“No! Don’t come any closer! It’s a trap!!” You try to stop him but Mark doesn’t stop, you’re right there and he has to get to you.

“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout..” Taeyong sings to himself as he picks up his father’s machine gun.

He aims it out of the window and at Mark.

“Down came the rain and washed the spider out.”

He pulls back on the trigger, allowing bullets to fly in the direction of the crawling Spider-Man. 

“Mark!!” You cry out once again as Mark let’s go with one hand and dangles with the other. He quickly moves from side to side to dodge the bullets.

He regains his position and continues climbing.

“Oh, he’s a stubborn spider.” Taeyong grins and unloads on him again, this time never stopping.

He moves it from side to side to catch him.

A bullet flies right over Mark, breaking his suit and cutting his skin. He curses then looks back up.

He had to pay attention, he had to get to you.

Taeyong goes maniacal with the gun but he just can’t seem to get him.

He stops when he’s out of bullets and Mark is just a few feet away.

You think he’s given up because he’s lost, but Taeyong got just what he wanted.

“Okay, sweetheart..” he unties the rope from the pole and holds it in his hands. “It’s time to fly like the beautiful angel you are.”

You look back at him with wide eyes. “Taeyong!”

He lets go of the rope. You fall out through the window fast and past Mark.

Mark throws his head into your direction and leaps off of the building towards you.

He tries to fly down fast but he can’t keep up with your falling body, he’s so close but he can’t get to you.

You cry and think about your life, you never imagined this would be how you’d die.

You see Mark coming after you with all his strength, you know he’s doing his best. But it was impossible, there’s no way he’d get to you in time.

And so you felt yourself lose consciousness.

Your head fell back and your body fell limply.

“No, no, no, no don’t give up on me!” Mark yells and stretches his arms out, he shoots two strings from his wrists.

They latch onto you, he pulls back as hard as he can, your body flying into his arms as he still falls down the side of the building.

He spins around and shoots another string onto the building. His fall stops abruptly and his body flings itself into the glass. He holds you in his arms to protect you from the shattered glass.

You both fall onto the floor of an office. People jump up and yell in shock.

“Oh my god..it’s Spider-Man.” a few people say with gasps.

But Mark is focused on you. He doesn’t feel the pain from the impact, for his heart breaks for you. He unties your hands and holds one of them in his own.

“Y/n..y/n.. please talk to me..” leans over you and shakes you gently. Your body lies limply. Your mouth is slightly parted and your eyes are still closed. He hears a faint heartbeat.

He starts to tear up when you don’t respond.

“Y/n, I’m sorry..” he lifts his mask off and kisses you on the cheek.

He doesn’t care who sees him and can possibly expose his identity.

“Please..just wake up..tell me you’re okay..” he then kisses you on the lips.

Your eyes flutter open when you feel his soft lips on yours.

You place your hands on the side of his face, the people in the office clap and cheer.

You breathe him in before kissing him back. He pulls away and smiles down at you. His wavy brown hair hangs over your face and his eyes are teary.

“Are you crying, loser?” You give him a small smile.

Mark laughs and kisses you again.

Once you assured him that you were okay, Mark hunted Taeyong down at one of his father’s warehouses. Taeyong, Johnny, and Yuta waited there for him with a gun and several weapons, but they weren’t  prepared for Spider-Man’s speed, strength, and agility, especially when all three were amplified by Mark’s anger. He gave them all an ass whooping they’d remember for the rest of their life, then had the cops come to arrest them. Mark didn’t go into much detail, but you knew that Kingpin, disappointed and hurt, disowned Taeyong and left him on his own to deal with his own actions.

When Taeyong tried to tell him who SpiderMan was, Kingpin called him a fool and deemed him mentally unstable, for a scrawny and nerdy kid with Harry Potter glasses couldn’t possibly have been the Spiderman that was kicking their asses.

Everyone thought Taeyong was crazy and Mark was never identified by the people in the office room.

Johnny and Yuta gave Taeyong up and admitted that they didn’t know who Spider-Man was, for if they had gone along with him, they’d only look crazy too.

Taeyong was arrested for attempted murder of both you and Haechan and sentenced to life in prison. He was tried as an adult and without the assistance of his wealthy father, didn’t stand a chance at getting away.

———

[December]

Finals were over and you could finally celebrate with Mark. 

You joined him for the Winter Dance while dressed in a long, sleeveless icy blue dress.

“You look beautiful, like a princess.”

Mark blushed as he took your hand and led you to the dance floor.

You smiled and laughed out. He too looked dashingly handsome like a prince in his black suit and a bow tie that matched your dress. His hair was parted to the side and smoothed back, he didn’t have his glasses so he looked older, more mature.

The two of you swayed side to side. You laid your head on his shoulder and drank in the scent of his cologne. He smelled like flowers, his touch felt warm on your bare back.

There were stars decorating the dark gym in order to set the mood. White snowflakes also danced across the ceiling.

“I...have something to ask you..”

His low voice vibrates against your chest.

You raised your head and looked at all of the beauty marks on his neck and jaw. Funny enough, they were in all the places that you wanted to kiss.

“Yeah?”

Your soft voice makes him weak, he wants to hold you like this forever.

“Will you..” he clears his throat and glances down at you nervously. “..be my girlfriend?”

Your face lights up, you smile widely.

“I thought you’d never ask, Potter.” You kiss him on the lips and spend the rest of the night together.

[haledamage]

World Building Whenever - Nessy Bennett

I finally took a little while to load up the Saints Row reboot, and am immediately smitten. and since I rebooted my girl Nessy for the new Saints, it's high time she got one of these 💖

GENERAL

name: Vanessa Bennett

alias(es): Ness, Nessy, Van, Boss (briefly, in another world, Madam President)

gender: non-binary woman (she/they). she would describe herself as “culturally female, but non-practicing”

age: 26 (at the start of the reboot/beginning of Saints Row 1)

place of birth: Stilwater, Michigan 

spoken languages: English, Spanish, enough Korean to carry a conversation

sexual orientation: pansexual

occupation: leader of the Saints (in the original Saints Row series, was also President of the United States and Empress of the Galaxy for a little while)

APPEARANCE

eye colour: hazel

hair colour: purple (naturally, dark blonde)

height: 5’8”

scars: incision scars on right knee from surgery (in original series, they also have a fair amount of stab and bullet scars, but in the reboot she hasn’t got those yet)

burns: in the reboot, none yet; in the original series, a large collection of burns over her left thigh, hip, side, and shoulder blade

overweight: nope

underweight: nope

FAVOURITE

colour: purple, lime green

music genre: rock, pop, pop-punk, electronica, whatever Kevin’s playing

movie genre: action. Also, romance

tv show: unironically, Great British Bake-Off. also, Stranger Things

pastime: dancing, pool, mayhem

food: whatever Kevin’s cooking. besides that, salt and vinegar chips and cherry pop tarts

drink: cherry coke

book: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

HAVE THEY

passed university: yes! She studied dance and music theory

had sex: yes

had sex in public: yes

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: yes

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: yes

ARE THEY

a virgin: no

a cuddler: BIG TIME, platonically and romantically

a kisser: yes, also platonically and romantically

scared easily: very no

jealous easily: also very no

trustworthy: depends on who you are. her people know they can trust her completely, but otherwise... flip a coin, tbh

dominant: yes. tends to take the lead even when they shouldn’t

submissive: rarely, but for the right person she can make an exception

in love: in the reboot: currently, no; in the original series: she carries a pretty big torch for Gat pretty much from the moment they meet (and everyone knows it but him 😔)

single: yeeeeep

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: not deliberately, but she’s reckless and prone to causing mayhem, which has certainly resulted in harming herself

thought of suicide: no

attempted suicide: not in her mind, but to an outside perspective some of the things she does make it look like she has a death wish

Wanted to kill someone: ooooooh yes. very yes. all the time

rode a horse: nope

have / had a job: she runs a business with her friends! that business is a criminal empire, but y’know, semantics. at least they can be their own boss

have any fears: abandonment, but also commitment (with a few select exceptions). She’s also claustrophobic

FAMILY

sibling(s): none by blood, several by choice. (in the reboot, she’d list Eli, Neenah, and Kevin. In the original series, Johnny, Shaundi, and Pierce, and maybe Kinzie and Matt on a good day. also Carlos, Lin, and Aisha, but she doesn’t talk about them much)

parents: Helen and Steve Bennett, but only on holidays

children: none

pets: an orange tabby named Snickerdoodle. she’s the Saints mascot, and probably the real boss of the operation

[starrywatermelon]

Jealousy

Gilbert Blythe x Fem! Reader, Ruby Gillies x Fem! Reader (platonic)

Requests: here and here 

Authors note: These two requests are similar, so I decided to merge them together. This also steered a lot more to Ruby and Y/N’s friendship, so I kinda have a love hate feeling towards this fic. 

Warnings: Kinda obsessed Ruby? Jealousy (as the title suggests),slight bullying, not 100% true to plot

Word count: 1,471 

Y/N has always been close friends with the girls of Avonlea. All of them had practically grown up together, sharing secrets and talking about crushes. She had also always known that Ruby was in love with Gilbert Blythe. Ruby would be livid if anyone else had a crush on him, and everyone swore to not like him, no matter how handsome and kind he was. Y/N herself even promised Ruby that she would try to get the two together, only if she could be a bridesmaid. But what Ruby didn’t know, was that Y/N also liked Gilbert, but she had never mentioned it to anyone.

Years and years went by, but nothing had changed. A new girl named Anne even joined the school, and she too got the “Gilbert is off-limits” talk. Anne did seem a bit scared at first, but she also eventually got used to it.

“Did you all see Gilbert today?” Ruby exclaims as the girls take out their lunches.

“Yes, he goes to school with us and you're always talking about him!” Josie replies in frustration.

“No, I wasn’t going to speak about just him today. I was going to ask if you saw him this morning! He was talking to a girl.”

Y/N started to feel slightly nervous, but she kept listening to the conversation.

“A girl?”

“Yes, Tillie. A girl, about our age. I couldn’t see her face, but I wonder why he was talking to her.”

“I don’t think it's any of our business on why he was talking to her.” Diana retaliates.

“But what if he’s in love with her? What if she’s in love with him?” Ruby has tears in her eyes when she says this.

“Ruby, I don’t think that’s the case, if it was, we all would know. Right?”

“I hope that’s the case, Anne.I really do.”

She didn’t say anything else, none of the girls did. They all ate their lunch, everyone but Y/N tried to figure out who the mystery girl is.

The sky was orange and pink, clouds scattered everywhere. It was still fall, which made it convenient for Gilbert and Y/N to meet up. Today, she decided to go to his house and tell him about what happened. Not caring about her appearance to much, she ran to Gilbert’s house.

“Gil! Open up!”

A yawning Gilbert opened the door, and smiled.

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to come over today.”

“I didn’t expect to come over either, but something happened today that I wanted to tell you about.”

Gilbert’s smile drops, quickly letting her in. What the two didn’t know, was that a boy was watching, one that shouldn’t be trusted with secrets. That boy? Billy Andrews.

He was standing close by, and when Y/N entered the house, he went closer.

“What happened today Y/N/N?” he hears Gilbert, who sounds worried

“Today, Ruby was talking about how she saw you with a girl. She saw us, Gilbert. Thankfully she didn’t see who the ‘girl’ was but I just can’t stop thinking about if she finds out. Our friendship will be ruined forever and-“

She was quickly cut off by his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, and then giving her a small kiss on the forehead.

“It’s ok. Ruby won’t find out... And if she did, I’m sure she wouldn’t be too mad.”

“I hope that’s the case, I really do.”

Sure, Ruby hadn’t found out, but Billy certainly did.

Days went on, and nothing too interesting happened. Ruby continued to gush about Gilbert, the other girls continued to pretend that they were interested, Mr. Phillips continued to give the students a very hard time, and Y/N and Gilbert kept meeting up.

What was different, was the fact that Billy had kept spying on Y/N and Gilbert. He kept collecting small bits of information from their conversations, just waiting to use them against the two. After all, he never liked them anyway.

However, on this particular day, the class had decided to stay behind to play a game. The class sat in a circle after Mr. Phillips had left, waiting for Josie to explain.

“Whomever the bottle points to, you are permitted to kiss.” she made sure to look at everyone as she said this. “It needs to be boy-girl, boy-girl.”

“Where does that leave Cole?” Billy sneered

The class laughed, but Y/N wished she could punch him.

“Jane, go sit next to your dumb brother. Tilly, you're over there... and Anne, switch places with Charlie.”

Gilbert sat quietly in the circle, the one day he had decided to stay behind, they were playing spin the bottle. With Y/N and Ruby there. But, if Y/N and him kissed, Ruby couldn’t get mad.. right?

The first round, Diana and Moody kissed, and then Anne and Cole, and before he knew it, it was Gilbert’s turn.

Gilbert took a deep breath and slowly spun the bottle, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the h/c girl he so very loved... However, the odds weren’t on his side today. As he slowly looked up to see who the bottle landed on, he met Y/N’s eyes. Both of them immediately froze in place, Gilbert seeming more nervous than the other.

“What’s wrong, Blythe? Are you too scared to kiss your girlfriend in front of us? You embarrassed for having to date her? C’mon, don’t be too scared, she's not as bad as carrots.”

The whole class gasped, and Ruby looked over at Y/N.

“What he’s saying.. Isn’t true, right?”

“No, of course, it’s not true Ruby, you know I’d never hurt you-”

“She's lying,” Billy replies. “I saw them, meeting up, for weeks. They so desperately tried to hide from you.”

The short blonde girl’s eyes filled with tears. Never in a million years would she think that her best friend would betray her. Without thinking twice, Ruby ran out of the room.

After a moment of hesitation, Y/N runs after her, quickly catching up to Ruby, whos standing outside of the small school.

“Ruby...”

“Shut it Y/N! I can’t believe you were seeing Gilbert behind my back. All this time, I trusted you. I trusted that you wouldn’t talk to Gilbert, but you did. You knew that I liked him, yet you still went and stabbed me! Right in the back.”

She couldn’t even deny what Ruby was saying, because it was all true, and she felt terrible. Ruby and Y/N have been best friends since day 1, and when Ruby told the girls about her crush, Y/N wasn’t sure on what to say, because she knew she like Gilbert too. Seeing her best friend standing there, tear-stained cheeks, it killed her.

“Ruby. Please, let me explain.”

Ruby didn’t reply, as she tended to do when she was upset, but slightly looked over at the other girl, which was all she needed to start.

“I’ve always liked Gilbert, ever since I saw him. And I’ve always liked you. You were my first friend, and we’re the closest two friends in the group. So, when you told us that you liked Gilbert, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to be a good friend, so I tried convincing myself that I hated him. I tried not to think of him, or talk to him, or even look at him! But it turns out he liked me too, he had liked me for a while. So, I tried to meet up with him secretly, so I wouldn’t hurt you. I know I probably should have told you, and I know you probably don’t forgive me, which is perfectly fine, but I hope we can still be friends.” Y/N finished, almost breathless.

“Your right. I don’t know if I can forgive you this very moment. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to stop being your friend, but I really, really wish you told me sooner.” A small smile forms from Ruby’s lips after this statement, like she's about to say something else.

“What? what is it?”

“Is Gilbert a good kisser? I mean, I’m still mad but-”

The two burst out laughing.

“Honestly Y/N, I don’t think I could ever hate you, but it’ll take me time to stop being mad at you... I should go back inside though, everyone’s probably stopped the game.”

“Yeah.. we should.”

They head back into the back room, where everyone is staring at the door, waiting for them to come back in.

“Is your argument over already? Well, good. We’re still playing, and Gilbert still needs to kiss Y/N before we move on.”

“Well, what do you say Y/N?”

“I say we get it over with before Josie bursts into flames.”

Gilbert smiles and then puts his lips against hers, and to answer Ruby’s question, Gilbert Blythe is a good kisser.

[foofygoldfish]

oc profile! tagged by @belorage, @amistrio, @faithchel, @jamesbvchanans, and @shellibisshe! <3

this is uh

long

so i apologize if the read more doesn't work lmao

GENERAL

name: claire alice riley

alias(es): alice

gender: cis female

age: depends on au? (aka please don't make me do maaaaath)

birthdate: october 30, 1992

place of birth: butte, montana

hometown: butte, montana

spoken languages: english, korean, basic conversational spanish

sexual preference: bisexual

occupation: bartender/"rogue's trophy wife" (are they actually married? no! will they ever? probably not. does alice still call herself that? fuck yeah)

APPEARANCE

eye color: green

hair color: naturally medium brown, dyed bubblegum pink

height: 5'0

scars: sjlkdf listen she's clumsy. she has a lot. for major ones though, she has one long one on her thigh/knee from the car accident, as well as a few other smaller ones.

FAVOURITE

color: green, not that anyone believes her

hair color: on her? pink. on others? uh. any, particularly unnatural ones.

eye color: she's really not picky, honestly

song: don't tell johnny, but she knows every word to chippin' in.

food: mac n' cheese.

drink: coffee. preferably with some super sweet flavor in it.

HAVE THEY

passed university: not technically - she was working on her last few classes when she got in the car accident, and didn't bother finishing up her degree when she woke up

had sex: lmao yes

had sex in public: ....yes

gotten pregnant: she had one very terrifying scare, but no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes!

gotten piercings: she almost did, and then she chickened out

been in love: yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours: almost. she made it to 23.5 hours dkjljsf

ARE THEY

a virgin: no

a cuddler: ohhhh yeah

a kisser: yes

scared easily: she'd like to say no, but jump scares get her.

jealous easily: she says no. rogue says yes.

trustworthy: yes

dominant: sometimes?

submissive: yes

in love: yes

single: nope!

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: briefly

attempted suicide: no

wanted to kill someone: lmao yes. both seriously and not

have/had a job: yes

have any fears: she is terrified of heights.

FAMILY

sibling(s): jane stanley (older sister), caleb riley (twin brother)

parent(s): caroline and david

children: none?

significant other: rogue amendiares

pets: lord byron, a very spoiled orange boy

GENERAL

name: reyna porter

alias(es): the sole survivor, the professor

gender: cis female

age: 24

birthdate: october 26, 2053

place of birth: kingsport, tennessee

hometown: kingsport, tennessee

spoken languages: english, cantonese

sexual preference: bisexual

occupation: formerly a lawyer, now the leader of the minutemen

APPEARANCE

eye color: dark brown

hair color: black

height: ….. My master doc just says “height” so uh, 5’7. That’s it. maybe.

scars: oof

FAVOURITE

color: lavender

hair color: dark brown

eye color: green

song: ‘mr sandman’ because she is a sap and it was the first song her and nate danced to

food: maple syrup

drink: she’s boring - nuka-cola, fully caffeinated

HAVE THEY

passed university: yes! She graduated with her JD not too long before the bombs fell

had sex: yes lol

had sex in public: she’d like “public” to be clarified sdjklf

gotten pregnant: yes

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no

gotten piercings: yes

been in love: yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

ARE THEY

a virgin: no

a cuddler: a little?

a kisser: in private, yes

scared easily: for her first few weeks in the wasteland, yes, but she kinda got numb to everything that could possibly scare her? (except radroaches. fuck radroaches.)

jealous easily: no

trustworthy: yes

dominant: …...no?

submissive: tbh i really haven’t thought about this for her

in love: yes

single: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: yes

attempted suicide: yes

wanted to kill someone: yes lol

have/had a job: yes

have any fears: yes, but she won’t share them

FAMILY

sibling(s): none

parent(s): …. Yes, but i can’t find their names kdsljf - they both died during the great war

children: shawn/synth!shawn, and she treats duncan as her own once he finally makes it to boston

significant other: nate (deceased), piper & maccready

Pets: dogmeat!

GENERAL

name: matilda north

alias(es): tilly

gender: cis female

age: 23 (in 2033)

birthdate: september 27, 2010

place of birth: why do i have multiple ocs from butte

hometown: technically butte, but she considers jackson her hometown

spoken languages: english, asl

sexual preference: lesbian

occupation: jack of all trades/horse girl

APPEARANCE

eye color: dark brown

hair color: dark brown

height: 5’3

scars: a few scattered ones from being clumsy, but nothing major

FAVOURITE

color: neon green. alternatively, red

hair color: talisa’s

eye color: ….. talisa’s

song: american pie

food: chocolate, not that she can get it often

drink: orange juice, not that she can get that often, either

HAVE THEY

passed university: no

had sex: yes

had sex in public: no (unless the barn counts)

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: no

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no

gotten piercings: no

been in love: yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes, and she’s not allowed to do it again

ARE THEY

a virgin: no

a cuddler: very much so

a kisser: yes sdjklf

scared easily: oh christ yeah

jealous easily: she’ll deny it but yes

trustworthy: yes, but mostly because she’ll forget any secrets you tell her (she’s ride or die for her friends, though)

dominant: sldfjk no

submissive: yes

in love: very much so, yes

single: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: no

attempted suicide: no

wanted to kill someone: not an alive someone

have/had a job: technically yes? She just hops around

have any fears: all of the infected terrify her. So do owls.

FAMILY

sibling(s): her baby sister, leticia!

parent(s): charlie and hannah

children: gillian and victoria, two sisters that her and tally adopt

significant other: talisa york!

pets: officially, she has two dogs! A pibble (grizzly) and a rottie (timber)! Unofficially, every single horse in the stables

GENERAL

name: sheridan mallory

alias(es): sher

gender: cis female

Age: 33 as of 2019

birthdate: march 17, 1986

place of birth: brighton, england

hometown: brighton, england

spoken languages: english, greek, italian, latin

Sexual preference: bisexual

occupation: librarian/professor during the week, treasure hunter on the weekend!

APPEARANCE

eye color: greenish blueish

hair color: red

height: 5’6

scars: none

FAVOURITE

color: rust

hair color: black

eye color: …..yes

song: she’s an emo kid at heart, so helena by mcr sdjlkf

food: honey lollipops!

drink: vietnamese egg coffee

HAVE THEY

passed university: yes!

had sex: yes

had sex in public: no

gotten pregnant: yes

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no, but she’s thought about it

gotten piercings: yes, but she let the holes close up

been in love: yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

ARE THEY

a virgin: ….. See the previous section

a cuddler: yes, and even more so when she’s sleepy

a kisser: not… really? She’ll give little kisses on the forehead, but proper kisses are more special

scared easily: no, she just gets annoyed

jealous easily: no

trustworthy: yes

dominant: no…?

submissive: yes?

in love: yes

single: no

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: no

attempted suicide: no

wanted to kill someone: briefly, yes, but rafe just… has that kinda face

have/had a job: yes

have any fears: yes

FAMILY

sibling(s): none

parent(s): charles and ruth thompson!

children: alanna!

significant other: her husband jason, who is deceased; now she’s with chloe and nadine!

pets: a ferret, who definitely has a name…. somewhere….

[roads-rise-to-meet-me]

Character Bio: Valkyrie

Saw this fun looking thing going around and decided I wanted to do it myself!  Tagging @johnnysilverhandsimpressivecock​ and anyone else who scrolls on by and wants to take part! 

General

Name: Juliette Serrano Aliases/Nicknames: Valkyrie. It was the alias she started going by exclusively when she arrived in Night City; a result of her not wanting to let herself get too close to her work. Eventually, it became more like her real name, and even after she started rolling Nomad again, it was what she preferred to be called.  Gender: Female Age: 27 (As Of 2077)  Birthdate: 7/11/2050 Place of Birth/Hometown: Valkyrie’s exact place of birth is unknown, as she was born into a Wraith camp out in the Badlands somewhere.   Sexual Preference: Bisexual  Occupation: Night City Mercenary/Nomad 

Appearance

Eye Color: Brown. She does have Kiroshi optics, but voted to keep their natural color instead of changing it to something else.  Hair Color: Blonde  Height: 6′0 Scars: Too many to count honestly. She has scars all over her body; the result of everything from stab wounds to road burn. The most prominent, however, is the one across her forehead, and she didn’t have that when she first arrived in Night City. That wound was sustained on the night of the botched heist at Konpeki Plaza from a large shard of broken glass. 

Favorite

Color: Sky Blue  Hair Color: She tends to be attracted to people with a darker hair color, but it’s far from a requirement.  Song: Valk’s favorite artist of all time is Tom Petty, and her top song from him has got to be Mary Jane’s Last Dance. After that comes every other song Tom Petty has. She enjoys Samurai as well, and listened to a lot of their music in her teen years.  Food: She enjoys nothing more than whatever food she can cook over a campfire, especially since she can control exactly how much burn it has. Valkyrie likes her meals scorched.  Drink: Cinnamon whiskey is Valkyrie’s alcohol of choice, but if she isn’t in the mood to get drunk, she really enjoys lemonade. 

Have They?

Passed University: No. Valkyrie has a high school level education at most. She was mostly educated within the Bakkers clan, but sometimes if there was a public school nearby, her adoptive mother would enroll Valk and her brothers there to try to get them to socialize with other kids outside of the camp. It didn’t really work out that way though, as they preferred to raise all kinds of hell within the school and sleep around with the other kids.  Had Sex: Yes. Valkyrie can be best described as being hedonistic, so she’ll actively seek out anything that can bring her pleasure. Often times, it’s another person.  Had Sex In Public: Yes. It’s actually more of a surprise when she has sex in private.  Gotten Pregnant: Yes! Twice actually! Neither time was planned!  Kissed A Boy: Yes.  Kissed A Girl: Yes.  Gotten Tattoos: Yes. Valkyrie has some pretty extensive floral and geometric tattoos across her chest, upper arms, and back.  Gotten Piercings: Yes. She had some when she was a teen, but she stopped wearing them in years ago. By now they have more than likely closed up.  Been In Love: Yes.  Stayed Up For More Than 24 Hours: She’s done this many times. The entire time she was in Night City she very rarely got any sleep, and was often running on stimulants and fumes. 

Are They?

A Virgin: Absolutely not.  A Cuddler: Yes. Obnoxiously so. Valkyrie is very big on physical affection and contact. If you just need someone to crush you with their full body weight, Valk is your girl.  A Kisser: Yes. Again, she loves physical affection.   Scared Easily: Not really. Valk is actually fairly bombproof. But if you’re actively attempting to scare her, and catch her off guard, you can still expect her to jump a few feet in the air and yelp.  Jealous Easily: No. Valk in a relationship always feels pretty secure, and is trusting of her partner.  Dominant: Valk is a complete and total switch, but she definitely leans more towards dominance.   Submissive: If you earn it, yes. But don’t think you’re gonna be spared from her being a brat.  In Love: Yes. She’s very happy with her SO.  Single: Nope. Happily taken, and is more than content in being exclusive. 

Random Questions? (TW Self Harm/Suicide Mention)

Have They Harmed Themselves: No.  Thought Of Suicide: No.  Attempted Suicide: No.  Wanted To Kill Someone: Yes, and she has killed before, but that has mainly been because it was a part of a gig, in self defense, or in defense of a friend or an ally.  Have/Had A Job: As a merc and a Nomad, Valk’s entire life has consisted of her doing gig type work; performing hits in the city and construction or smuggling jobs out on the road. She’s also worked on a few farms for their planting and harvest seasons, and much prefers that over anything else.  Have Any Fears: Valk only really thrives in a communal setting, and thus has major issues with abandonment and loneliness. She doesn’t take it well when she loses someone she’s close to. She can also get a little claustrophobic when she’s in an enclosed place for extended periods of time. 

Family?

Sibling(s): Valkyrie has one biological brother, and three adoptive ones.  Parent(s): Valkyrie’s biological parents were a couple within a Wraith camp, and she knows absolutely nothing about them. The people she calls mom and dad are the husband and wife that adopted her as their own when she was brought as an infant to the Bakkers camp.  Children: Valkyrie has a son and a daughter, Kaito and Signe-Lynn. Valkyrie decided she wanted a kid after she got married, but Kaito was a honeymoon baby, and she had not been anticipating having a child that early on. After he was born, Valkyrie had decided she was content with just one. But 18 months later, fate proved to have other plans, and Signe-Lynn came along as Valk’s second and final child.  Significant Other: Goro Takemura! It was a rocky and uncertain road getting to marriage and two kids after everything the two of them went through, but Valk considers every second of the struggle to be worth it...And she thinks he’s even more handsome these days with his hair down, a riding jacket, and a little bit of dust.   Pet(s): Valkyrie ended up taking in Nibbles after V moved in with Kerry, but the cat quickly became more like Goro’s pet. Valk’s companion is a male Afghan Hound she ‘liberated’ from some stuffy corpo’s penthouse. Now Flash has more room to run than he knows what to do with, and his favorite pastime is sticking his head out the car window and letting the wind ruffle his long flowing locks. 

[imnotwolverine]

Mischief Managed

Mischievous Professor Clark x librarian reader

Author’s note: This is part of the Cavillry School writing challenge by @oh-for-fic-sake​ ❤️ 

Word-count: 1.869

Warnings: naughty fluff (I mean, just look at this puppy!) 

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The library is shy of abandoned and the ceiling-high bookshelves are looming like ancient trees over the last section of the library that is still lit. It’s a Friday night and mischief is in the air, the sound of giggling girls catching the ear of the last soul that still lingers between these bundles of knowledge. 

A man, tall as a tree himself stands in the gentle kiss of the light, his strong fingers leafing precariously through one of the books. No, no, no. Slowly he shakes his head, an obnoxious onyx curl falling over his chiseled face. No, no, no. This is not was he was looking for. 

Knitting his brow he pushes the book back on one of the shelves, his free hand placing the curl back where it belongs. How long would this take? 

Sighing quietly he lets his eyes wander back in the direction of the entrance, his ears once again catching the girlish giggles of his eavesdroppers. 

Oh you ladies!..If only you knew what's awaiting you. His lips curl up in a knowing smile as he pulls yet another book from the shelves, his ears now picking up the sound of two quiet feet, muffled by nightly slippers. 

There she comes..

—

‘Miss Juliette, Miss Tanya, say now, what reason have you for being out of your beds?’ Your voice echoes clean off the smooth tiles as the two girls quickly straighten up, their backs pressing awkwardly into the slightly opened library doors.

’N-nothing.’ Juliette bites her thin lip.

You raise an eyebrow above your half-moon glasses, not believing one word of it. 

‘I see. You were just..sleep-walking then? Together?’

‘Yes!’ Tanya nods quickly, ‘I mean..yes Misses..’

‘Miss..and..’ You silence them with a raised finger, your curiosity now getting the best of you as you too notice the light that licks through the slightly ajar door. Someone has snuck into your sanctuary! Well, have you there! Your eyebrows raise even further as you look back at the mischievous two, their teeth biting into nervous lips. 

‘Very well then. Off to bed!’ You whisper with hush authority, the girls already sprinting away before you can finish: ‘And...quietly!’

Mischief, mischief, mischief! Was it something in the air today? First you find the Smith’s girls attempting to rip out a page of one of your beloved biology books. A very special page may you add - with very special..naked..male examples. 

You wet your lips as you get ready to find the next mischievous soul, your fingers gliding over the cold handle of the heavy door as you push it open. 

In the very back of the library you notice a solitary crest of light, the free-standing bookcases in the middle of the space obstructing your view, making you even more curious about this nightly visitor. 

Curiosity killed the cat, but ..satisfaction.. brought it back. 

With careful steps you move over the Persian carpets, the thick wool quieting your feet as you finally get to see the curious critter. But much to your surprise, it’s not one of the girls; it’s a wide-shouldered..fine male example. 

Clearing your throat you take another step, making your presence known without treading into the light: a little shock would surely make him think twice about snooping around in your sanctuary, right?  

But no. You are mistaken there. It doesn’t seem to phase the young professor at all, his eyebrow slowly quirking up as he looks straight at you in the darkness.

Guess he has some night-goggle glasses there, hmm? 

‘Bit of a nightcrawler, professor Clark?’ Your question lingers in the air as his signature half-smirk curls up his lips, his broad shoulders shrugging sheepishly.

‘Apologies. I didn’t mean to wake you misses..-‘ —  ‘It’s miss.’ — ‘Miss.’ His eyes quickly drift over your long, sophisticated nightgown, your covered body shivering underneath his undressing blue gaze. 

He wets his lips as he quickly averts his eyes back to yours. ‘Please don’t let me keep you. I’ll make sure to lock up once I..’

You click your tongue and he instantly quiets, your feet stepping into the light now your presence is known - and seen. Squinting slightly, you look up at the large framed man, this small hidden-away nook suddenly feeling even smaller, the thousands of books embracing you both in a pathway no wider than a few feet. 

Taking a steadying breath you are suddenly so very aware of his presence, your feet quick to turn your attention to the books before you melt right onto the carpet. 

A carpet that would look good with the two of you on it, doing things from the biology...NO, stop that! 

Calming your racy thoughts, you find yourself a task at hand, your fingers pulling out one of the books. ‘You didn’t put it in the right place.’ You say pedantically, pushing it a few shelves higher, your feet having to lift to reach. 

‘My apologies, Miss.’ His low sweet voice crawls into the shell of your ear as you feel him getting closer, his hand reaching out to help, but doing quite the opposite. Hands touching, you feel his fingers press the cover back into its snug home. 

Where it belongs. 

And right then you can think of other things that could find belonging beneath his fingertips. OKAY. No. Stop this. Girls school. 11 o’clock. Time for bed. Behave yourself! 

But ooph..there is just something about this charming professor. His masculinity oozes through the thin layer of fabric that hides you from him and again you feel so bare, his musk mingling wonderfully with the smell of old books and dusty oak.

‘I can’t have you…’ You turn around, but your warning never makes it past your lips as you find his face suddenly so very close to yours.

Mischievously close.

He licks his lips again. ‘..I was just..’ His words don’t make it much further as his blue eyes grow black, that same boyish little tug playing at his lips.

‘..looking for the stars?’ You try, making his smile grow.  

GO TO BED NOW.

‘Well it sure is a perfect night.’ 

‘And yet you are staring at..books.’ 

For a hesitant moment you both just seem to exist, waiting for gravity to pull you towards or away from each other. But that would probably take light years and ..

‘Oh!’ You giggle nervously as he suddenly presses forward, lips brushing over yours as your glasses clash into one another. 

The both of you can’t help but laugh, the surprisingly swift move on his end ending in a clumsy crash of glass to glass. 

‘Apologies again.’ He awkwardly crooks his lips as he quickly takes off his glasses, your hand instinctively doing the same. 

You don’t see much without them, but it doesn’t matter. Within moments you feel that you don’t need your eyes to stargaze with this professor, his lips tasting of coffee and smiles. And promises. And surprising strength and...

‘OH!’ You gasp as he pushes you into the bookshelves, one of his hands calming you, caressing you, fingertips grazing over your cheek and neck while the other plants itself firmly next to your head. 

Almost as if he’s keeping himself grounded. 

You are not grounded at all though. Your heart flutters with embarrassing giddiness as he kisses you like they do in the movies. Or in really good romantic Jane Austen novels actually. But then even better. 

He is a good kisser, the type that carefully tests what you like before he goes on. From sweet lip pecks to a little probe, a tongue caressing your flesh, before he tries a little nip. And then a harsher bite. A more eager tug. Before he goes back to a few hot sweet pecks. 

Anything you had dreamed of as you had watched the professor meander through your library with his students, was nothing compared to how you feel right now. Your fingertips tangle through those soft obnoxious curls and your lips curl in a smile as he rewards you with yet another sweet merry kiss.

‘Wait,’ He suddenly quirks his head, hands pulling you away from the bookcase and more into the shadow. ‘someone’s coming.’ 

You're not sure if you’re so happy-daisy that you’ve just lost both vision and hearing, but alas, you quickly nod and gesture at one of the bookshelves. 

‘There’s a..a...lever..a..’ You claw at some of the books until you find it, his breath hot behind you as the secret passage opens before you; a good thing about old schools is that there is often more than one way out of a precarious situation. And you sure are in a precarious situation right now. The both of you are supposed to be in your beds. Your OWN beds. You're supposed to give a good example! Not this..this..you reach your hands forward as your sight leaves you half-blind in the narrow dark corridor behind the secret door. 

Behind you, you can hear the bookcase slide closed again, professor Clark’s silent footfalls not far behind you. 

‘Woa.’ He says quietly, probably ogling the small hallway, which, if you are to take a right turn, would lead you to...

Gentle moonlight washes through a large glass door that leads out to the nightly gardens, a million stars pricking little lights in the solid black sky. 

By daytime a hundred girls would walk up and down this hall to go to class or lunch. But right now it’s quiet, your lips letting out a silent sigh as you turn back to Clark. 

The both of you can’t help but giggle. 

‘Mischief managed.’ He grins and you giggle even louder, poking him playfully. ‘I always got some Harry Potter vibes with you professor..though of course you are a more..grown..’ Your eyes may not see every little detail, but his large presence is hard to miss. 

As are his lips, his hands catching your cheeks again as he tilts your head to get another taste of what was so abruptly stopped moments earlier. 

And then he pulls back again, his eyes rolling in their sockets. Another visitor? Were you really so...deaf? 

‘Ssh.’ He hushes as he pulls your giggling figure back into a well-hidden nook. 

Now you hear it too. Footsteps, a gruff voice echoing through the near-empty hall. ‘Looks like someone left the light on ‘s all.’ 

Was that Coach Sy? Perhaps. 

You reach for each other’s mouths, hands muffling your incessant giggles as the figure passes, then disappears. 

Now the moonlight cascades so prettily over his face, you must at least see him, and so you hastily put your glasses back on, afraid that if you’d blink he’d be gone again. That this is just another vivid daydream. 

But it’s not. As you regain your vision you look straight up at two pale blue eyes that shine with care and gentleness, his hand caressing your hot-burning cheek. 

‘Looks like you don’t really need those glasses do y--’ As the words leave your lips, realisation strikes. Without the glasses, and in the gentle light of a thousand stars..he looks like..like.. 

He bites his lip as he sees the reality sink in your eyes. 

‘Oh my.’ You gulp, but he quickly shrugs it off. 

‘Hi.’ He smiles boyishly.

‘Hi.’ You blush. 

‘And eh, I’m actually more of a sci-fi guy, you see.’ His deep voice sounds almost longingly as his blue eyes now turn to the dark sky that calls for him outside. 

Sighing softly he pushes his own glasses into his chest pocket, deciding he won’t need them for now - but it’s not just that; it also frees up his hands. With a hint of a smirk he turns his mischievous blues back to you.  

‘Want to see?’ 

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[trickster-tabby]

Patton's backstory part 1: meeting Jessica

The story of how Patton met his (now ex) girlfriend.

Pairing: Patton x Jessica(oc) (also my Patton is pansexual which explains this relationship)

Takes place in: 2006 (Patton is 18 in this)

Warnings: Party, underage drinking, drugs, making out, implied sex, implied future abuse. And idk if this needs a warning but this is like 14 years before my Roman realized they were nonbinary so they're referred to with he/him in this. They're also emo lmao

Patton weaved through the crowd, looking for Roman. They were at a party thrown by a friend.

He was drunk, and a bit high, but Roman was no doubt completely stoned.

God, why did he let the fifteen-year-old prince tag along?

He spotted his friend's trademark fluffy black and red hair. Pushing through the people surrounding him, Patton put his hand on Roman's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Roman looked up with bloodshot, sleepy eyes. His black eyeshadow was smudged all to hell. Yep, totally blazed. "Ohh, hey Patton!"

"You okay? No one's been creepy to you, have they?"

Roman laughed, bringing the blunt to his mouth. "Nah, all good, Pat. I'll let you know, though."

Suddenly, Roman went silent, staring across the room. "Dude, that girl is totally checking you out!"

Patton followed his gaze, seeing a girl with blonde pigtails wearing all white. Her icey blue eyes were fixed on Patton.

Roman smirked as he took a draw from his blunt. "Lucky bastard. She's cute, you should go talk to her."

Patton trailed his eyes up and down the girl, taking in her curves. "You'll be okay if I leave you alone, right?"

"I'll text if I need you, dude."

Patton nodded, starting towards her.

"Hey there." He said.

"Hey~" Her voice was smooth, low, seductive. Her eyes were an icey, almost neon blue. Her skin was very pale. Her hair looked silky soft, a bright platinum blonde. She was wearing a white camisole and short shorts, along with knee socks and Mary Janes.

"I'm Jessica." She leaned backwards against a counter. "You?"

"Patton." He gazed into her eyes.

Oh, she was definitely giving him fuck-me eyes.

"You want a drink?" Patton offered, returning her flirty look.

"Gladly."

---

Patton pulled away from Jessica, catching his breath. Both their lips were sticky with alcohol, and both of them were very in the mood.

They had moved to the hallway, and Patton had her pinned against the wall.

"Damn, Pat-Pat, you're a good kisser." Jessica breathed out. She grabbed his shirt and wrapped one of her legs around his.

Patton smirked, his heart-shaped pupils dilated. "So are you."

"Whaddya say we go somewhere... More private?" Jessica pulled him close, glancing towards the bathroom down the hall.

"Oh, fuck yes."

---

Jessica stumbled out of the bathroom, her braids loose and frizzy. Her clothes were disheveled, and there were hickeys and bite marks all over her neck.

"Heh... You have got to give me your number."

Patton followed her out into the hallway, zipping his pants. "Oh, definitely. That was amazing."

The two of them returned to the living room, where they found most of the guests had gone home.

Patton's eyes widened when he saw Roman passed out on the couch, but relaxed when he saw that no one had hurt him.

"That's your friend, right?" Jessica clung onto Patton's arm, leaning her head against him.

"Yeah. I really shouldn't have left him alone for so long." Patton went and laid his cardigan over Roman's sleeping body. "Actually, I shouldn't have brought him at all. He's only 15, he insisted on coming with me."

"Gotcha." Jessica smirked when Patton turned away from her.

She was going to have a lot of fun with him.

@sablesides @nerosdayinhell @januceit @vellicrow

[lokadottr]

ABOUT THE MUSE:

♡ GENERAL ♡

NAME: torvi lokadottir  NICKNAMES: princess, tor ( hates it )  GENDER: female  AGE: verse dependent  BIRTHDAY: october 22nd  OCCUPATION: stay at home wife/mother

♡ APPEARANCE ♡

EYE COLOR: blue HAIR COLOR: black  HEIGHT: 5′7″ SCARS: none OVERWEIGHT: no UNDERWEIGHT: no

♡ FAVORITE ♡

COLOR: white ANIMAL/S: dogs, with a fondness for cats as well  MOVIE/S: sense & sensibility, ( most of the ) star wars movies, twilight, the duchess, cleopatra TV SHOW/S: vikings, bridgerton, any period dramas really FOOD: sushi or pizza DRINK: iced tea BOOKS: sooo many, anything jane austen, shakespeare, jane eyre, twilight, sci-fi novels, her favorite are trashy romance novels

♡ HAVE THEY ♡

PASSED UNIVERSITY: didn’t go HAD SEX: yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: yes GOTTEN PREGNANT: yes KISSED A BOY: yes KISSED A GIRL: no GOTTEN TATTOOS: yes HAD A BROKEN HEART: no BEEN IN LOVE: yes! STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: no, but close to it when she was in labor with her eldest child

♡ ARE THEY ♡

A VIRGIN: no A KISSER: yes, her love language is very physical JEALOUS EASILY: yes TRUSTWORTHY: depends on who needs to trust her IN LOVE: yes  SINGLE: no

♡ RANDOM QUESTIONS ♡

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: no THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: no ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: no WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE: yes DROVE A CAR: yes HAVE/HAD A JOB: yes...kind of  HAVE ANY FEARS: yes

♡ FAMILY ♡

PARENTS: sigyn iwaldidottir & loki laufeyson  SIBLINGS: narvi & vali lokason ( though she always assumes she has more she does not yet know about ) OTHER RELATIVES: gyda ( eldest daughter ), ingrid ( her second born daughter ) and ivar ( her youngest and only son...so far ), a lot of cousins and a lot of aunts though she is not overly fond of most of them  PETS: bjorn ( a samoyed ), ulf ( a chow chow ), lagertha ( a forest cat ), the frog that lives in the garden, the goat who isn’t allowed to live at home

Tagged by: noone i stole it

Tagging: everyone

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Daria & Chill~Jimin x fem! reader

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: You finally get a weekend off from constant studying, and you plan on spending it alone. Your plans are thwarted by a rather persistent Jimin, your friend and crush who insists that he come over to give you company. Of course you couldn’t resist with his lonely voice and the fact that he promised snacks. During your Hulu viewing however Jimin gets rather close to you, forcing you to confess your feelings, along with other things.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 2, 955

 Warnings: Smut, you know the drill, don’t read unless you’re 18. 

Author’s Note: Whoops, more Jimin look at that. Other members stories are coming soon, I promise! Also as you see by the title there are Daria reverences, it’s ok  if you don’t get them but if watch the show too that’s dope. 

It’s almost six. Jimin should be on his way here. 

I can’t help but giggle as my heart flutters at the thought of Park Jimin. My best friend, my main shoulder to lean on for venting, gaming and just plain boredom. University has been up my ass lately with all these quizzes and assignments, I believe midterms snuck on everyone. This weekend was supposed to be chill: just me with ramen, but not just any ramen, I wanted to be experimental by adding cheese, boiled eggs and grilled chicken. After that it was gonna be some hot chocolate, courtesy of my roommates who overstocked prior to them leaving for their boyfriends’ houses( or dorms). 

My plan was thwarted by Mr. Park himself and his infamous, “what are u doing this weekend” text. Of course I could have ignored him, or worst left him on read, yet I didn’t. Those soft brown eyes came to mind, along with how those thick lips got whenever he pouted. Ok, maybe I shouldn't think about his lips or how kissable they are. Fuck, I can still cancel, right?

The abrupt vibration of my phone says otherwise. I pick it up from the couch next to my leg, opening it to see a text from yours truly.

Jimin: Outside your door, can I come in?

Well that defeats any attempts at trying to get out of this one. I rise with Jimin’s soft knocks. One quick look at the living room and I rush to the door, peeping through the peep hole prior to opening it. The moment I open it Jimin smiles, baring his teeth and dimples, the gesture bringing out his pale blonde hair beautifully. His arms are full of the snacks he promised: a plastic bag with what looks to be a box of popcorn, candy and sodas.

“Hi there stranger,” he greets.

“Hi,” I say, trying not to blush at how equal parts handsome,cute and sexy he looks in a black dress shirt, jeans and vans. He can truly pull off anything well.

“Wow Y/N,” Jimin gushes, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”

“Ah, wow sorry Jimin,” I say, “you just look really nice. Come in.”

I open the door wide enough and Jimin slips in. His eyes move over my own outfit: it’s nothing special, just some sweatpants and a dark hoodie. 

“You look stunning as always,” he says, “I was expecting pjs.” 

“Why did you think that?”

Jimin shrugs as he places the bag on the coffee table in front of the flat screen.

“I don’t know, you said you wanted a chill, laid back weekend,” he notes, “I expected cute pajama bottoms, that Avengers shirt you love so much and no bra.”

My face heats up at the meant of no bra. 

“J-Jimin,” I stammer, “maybe I wanted to look decent for my guest, hmm?”

Jimin giggles, smiling hard as he puts a hand through his blonde locks. 

“All jokes Y/N,” he says, “and I’m glad you consider me a guest, the sweats still look cute either way.”

I mumble a thanks, and throw on my hood to hide the rising blush in my cheeks. 

“S-so, what do you wanna watch first?” I ask while flipping through Hulu. 

Jimin hums. 

“It’s your chill weekend,” he says, “you pick.”

I give me a side longed look, taking in how comfort he got so quickly, leaning into the couch. He’s already nibbling on a strawberry laffy taffy stick, watching my saved shows with interest. I land on Daria, my smiling growing at the fond memories I had watching it.

“Daria sound good?”

Jimin giggles at my enthusiasm. 

“Of course.” 

I press an episode in it’s later season and slump down beside him, giving us enough space so I don’t turn into a blushing mess beside him. The iconic theme cuts on and I’m glued to the screen, singing along. 

“You want anything?”

I jump at how close Jimin got all a sudden. We’re shoulder to shoulder, his breath hits my ear. 

“I-um, yeah, popcorn would be nice, the microwave is to the right,” I say, pointing behind me. 

Jimin pats my knee, rises and pulls a bag of unpopped popcorn from his plastic bag. 

“Do you want me to pause?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“No, you enjoy it,” he says. 

I do as he says, too engrossed in Daria’s oddly, yet still timing commentary and Quinn’s air headed ways. Jane’s always dope, but the one who always cracks me up is Sandi and her hilarious voice. 

“Why does she sound like that?” Jimin asks, returning with a hefty bag of kettle corn. 

“I don’t know, but it’s still stupid and funny,” I say. 

Jimin chuckles through a mouthful of taffy as he points at Tiffany. 

“Her voice is weird too, of course they’d hang out together,” he says. 

We get halfway through the second episode when Jimin whistles lowly at Daria kissing Tom in his car. 

“Wait, isn’t he with Jane?” he asks.   

I nod as I take a sip of soda. 

“Yep, it’s complicated,” I say, “they dated for a while then he got with Daria later, even though that doesn’t last long either.”

Jimin bites off his final piece of taffy. 

“Damn, that sucks,” he says, “how long have you lasted with someone?”

I nearly choke on my soda. 

“Um, p-pardon me? Last?”

Jimin narrows his eyes and giggles.

“Not like that, well maybe that too, but in this case I meant dating.”

I cannot believe this man is asking this. 

“There was this guy in high school I dated for a moment, before he moved on to another girl,” I explain, “all we did was hold hands, after that I never really lasted with anyone else.”

Jimin nods, eyes never leaving me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks abruptly.

My chest flares at the question. He licks his lips, which should be because of all the taffy he just ate, I hope.

“No, but-”

He slides closer, my knee now touching his jean clad one. 

“But?” he asks. 

“There is this guy, and he drives me crazy.”

Jimin bites down on his lip, eyeing me with those smoldering brown pupils. God, he’s so close. His lips are more plump and pink from the candy, super kissable at the moment. 

“Does he drive you as crazy as I do?” he asks. 

“Jimin-”

His lips crash into mine, tasting of the sweet, yet artificial strawberry flavor. I blink before returning the kiss. His lips curl into a grin as they continue their work, stealing my breath away. Daria’s theme song blasts again, forcing me to jump, and Jimin to chuckle. 

“Maybe we should mute this, yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip again. 

“You don’t wanna watch anymore?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“Maybe later, all I want to do is kiss you again.”

His words send my head into a daze. 

“Jimin, wait,” I say. 

Jimin stops at my words, he’s close again, chest almost pressed against my own. He frowns.

“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asks. 

A nervous giggle erupts from my chest.

“N-No, you’re amazing, it’s not that.”

Jimin slides away, eyes down on the carpet below our feet.

“Did I read you wrong?” he asks. 

“Jimin, n-no- wait, what?”

Jimin grins sheepishly. 

“I thought you liked me, I guess I-”

“H-hold on! I do like you!” I exclaim, “y-you just caught me off guard.”

Jimin’s face lights up. 

“R-Really?”

I nod and lean in to kiss him. He replies with a grin as our lips meet again, his lips are feverish this time, pressing harder, forcing me to groan against him. Jimin pulls back with a chuckle, hands moving down to caress my thighs. 

“Can I tell you something? Before we go any further,” he says. 

My face heats up again. Nothing can really top kissing him-wait did he just say further?

“Y/N, relax,” he reassures, “I’m up for doing whatever you want. Or,” he pauses to lick his lips again, “whatever you want to do with me.”

His hands continue to rub at my thighs, making me squeeze them together. 

“Mmh, is this ok?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I-I just,” I pause as Jimin pulls me closer so that I’m flush against his chest. 

“Hmm? Talk to me jagiya,” he says, “let me know what you’d like to do. It is your chill night.”

“Yeah, this is ok,” I say, “just keep kissing and touching me.”

Jimin smiles brightly, eyebrows furrowing up quickly prior to leaning back in. 

“Of course I can.”

Our lips meet again: Jimin’s soft touches correspond as his lips move mine to pant. His hands trace down my sides, forcing me to moan into the kiss he sets me into next. My jaw is his next target as his lips trail down and attached themselves to my neck. 

“J-Jimin, have you done this before?”

Jimin hesitates as he pulls away from my neck to press his forehead against my own. 

“Yes,” he admits, “a few times in the past.”

I nod and play with his hand that rests just above my waist. 

“If you’re wondering if I’m clean, I am,” he says, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look to me. 

“Jimin, I want to, I just.”

Jimin squeezes my hand. 

“What? It’s ok, I’m a big boy,” he teases, “I can handle rejection, I have before.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I  say, “why would someone resist you Jimin.”

Jimin shrugs, a smile playing at his lips. 

“I didn’t know you found me so desirable Y/N, here I thought my crush wouldn’t go anywhere,” he says, “it’s all right if you don’t want to have sex.”

Jimin presses his point with a kiss to my cheek and slides away from me to settle for putting an arm around my shoulders. I can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans and how he shifted his legs. 

“Jimin, you’re hard,” I deadpan. 

Jimin chuckles. 

“Yeah, it goes to show how much I want you,” he says, “but I’m willing to wait, anything for you.” 

I move to palm his hardness, eliciting a sigh from him. 

“Baby, we don’t have to,” he groans. 

“I want to help you Jimin and I-” I pause and blush at the thought. 

Jimin grabs my hand, his eyes dark and shrouded with desire. 

“Tell me jagi, this is your night,” he says, “whatever you want.”

I bite down on my lip as I bring my hand back down on his lap to rub him through his jeans. 

“Can I touch you and maybe you could, “ I flush and pause again.

Jimin pulls me back towards him as his hands travel up and down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So, you want to jerk me off? Deal. Can I guess what else you want?”

I shudder at how low his voice got, completely overtaken in lust that I have to hide my own moan. Jimin tugs me closer so I’m nearly straddling him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before his lips ghost back down my neck again. His tongue teases at the top of my chest, brown pupils dilated as he looks up at me. 

“Would you like me to touch you, here?”

With his question he goes to cup my breasts, thumb gently swirling around the nipple. I tense up at his action then bounce back down against his bulge. His breath adds to the sensation, fingers tracing down my shirt, stopping at the waistband of my sweats. 

“Want me to touch you here too?” he asks, nodding down to my lower region.

“Yes Jimin.”

A chuckle washes through him as his hand slips down my sweats, fingers moving slow yet with purpose against my warm center. My breath hitches once he slides my panties to the side, the tip of his index finger teasing my entrance once more. He continues to ease it in, hungry eyes never leaving me as I let out a low groan. 

“Mmh, you’re so wet already,” Jimin purrs, “as much as I’d love to finger you more jagi-”

He slips down onto his knees in front of me, yanks my sweats down to my ankles, forcing my heart to quicken its already rapid pace. 

“I’d much rather eat you out right here and now,” he declares, “is that ok?”

 Jimin’s duality never fails: he’s peering up at me with a tiny pout along with the sweet cadence of his voice. Even between my legs he seems as dashing as ever, making me squirm more. 

“Yes, just-we should probably-ah-”

His lips travel up my legs before taking a long kitten lick at my clothed slit. 

“Hm?” he reply's innocently, “talk to me.”

“S-shouldn’t we un mute the TV?” I ask, “w-we wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Jimin hums while tugging down my panties in concentration. 

“We wouldn’t would we?” he teases, “so what you’re saying is that you are gonna be loud.”

“I-”

Before I could say a word Jimin’s tongue flicks quick and hard against my folds, mouth smacking as he leans his head down to drag his tongue deeper. My head lulls back as a high pitched moan escapes me as he slows down with a prolonged lick and a groan that forces my legs to tremble. 

“J-Jimin, t-the remote, please, o-oh fuck!” 

His breath hits my center as he chuckles lowly. 

“Anything for you jagiya,” he says, but...”

He trails off prior to diving back in with the slow licks, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. How can he be like this? Is it legal to look so cute while doing something so sinful?

“Jimin!” I yelp, gripping down on his blonde locks, “please, j-just hurry!”

“God, you sound so amazing, mmh. Here.”

Jimin rocks back on his knees to reach for the remote behind him. In one swift motion he brings the sounds to the TV back to life; Daria’s monotone voice and Quinn’s annoying one fills the room. 

That’s the only chance I get to breathe until Jimin’s tongue continues it’s work. My hips roll to meet his tongue, my eyes screw shut as my moans grow and grow to echo through the empty halls of my dorm. Thank God my roommates aren’t home. I wouldn’t be able to explain this anyway. A build up bundle of nerves gather in my stomach as Jimin’s fingers join his expert tongue. 

“Jimin, I’m close, I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a doting smile, “let go ok?”

I nod as his fingers bend and bend as I pulse around him. His mouth takes full control again as he licks for dear life. My body responds accordingly as I come with a deep groan, and shudder. Jimin laps up my juices with vigor, I try to steady myself above him with a strong grip on his locks. He moans and pulls back, mouth covered in my mess. 

“You taste as sweet as the taffy,” he notes as he wipes his mouth clean, “mmh, no, even better than the candy.”

Jimin gently pulls my panties up, along with my sweats before rejoining me on the couch as if he wasn’t down on his knees a minute ago. He leans forward to grab a pack of gum from his snack back, eyes never leaving my own. 

“How was it?” he asks with a wink as he pops a square strip into his mouth. 

“Amazing,” I say, “w-what about you?”

Jimin sighs, and shuts his eyes as he chews away. 

“I promised you could, didn’t I?” he says as he moves to unbuckle his jeans and slide down his zipper. 

My hands push his own out of the way as I reach down in his briefs to bring out his length. 

“Ah, slow down,” he groans. 

I giggle at how much of a mess he is already.

“Oh, like you just did?” I counter, “ok.”

I start to pump at a steady pace, bitting my lip as I gauge Jimin’s reaction. His eyes flutter as tiny moans escape his plump lips. He’s already swollen in my hand with a bit of precum trailing from him. 

“Y/N,” he groans, “mmh, please ah!”

I slow my movements and give his length a slow, fluid pump, eliciting a delicious gasp from him. 

“Jagi,” he moans. 

“Talk Jimin,” I tease, “please what?”

His head lulls to my shoulder, mouth agape as he struggles to speak. 

“Faster!” he yelps, “please, I-I need to come!”

I oblige and jerk him faster and faster with his moans growing higher. His voice goes higher than I’ve ever heard, forcing me to jump and reach over his lap to grab the remote and turn the TV up a few more notches. My hand gets coated in his come, along with the bottom of my shirt and his own. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, “damn, sorry about your shirt.”

“Don’t be,” I say as I kiss him deeply.

He whimpers into the kiss while I slowly remove my hand from his length. I pull back and trace my fingers along his jawline. 

“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” I ask, “I-I mean I know we didn’t really have sex bu-”

Jimin cuts me off with a chaste kiss. 

“We are Y/N,” he whispers, “I still would have cuddled and watched Daria with you if we didn’t do anything.”

“Really?” 

Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. 

“Yes really, now can we lay back and watch what Daria is going to expertly critic next?”

“Of course,” I say, “right after we change shirts.”                

[marvinswriting]

a beautiful roar (that’s in my head)- one

THIS IS A NEW AU?!?!?!? AND A NEW MULIT CHAPTERED FIC?

welcome to the first fic in the mean heathers au. thats right. a crossover au. bear and i have so many hcs and ideas about this au, and this was so much fun to write. keep in mind, this is only chapter one....much more to come

Tw: d slu, the ususal

mean heathers au ft bmc

Veronica stared at the hotel room laid out before her.

"Well, it's nice." Heather McNamara said, stepping into the room and lowering her suitcase.

"Yeah."

It was a nice hotel room. A bathroom, mini corner kitchen, two beds, a closet, and a dresser. Just- 

very small.

"Remind me why we're here again?" Veronica places her suitcase on the edge of the bed Mac didn't pick.

"Veronica," Heather says resembling a disappointed mother. "We are here for Ram and Kurt. This is a big sport tournament for them and we're lucky enough to be able to come here through the school."

"And?"

"And it's an excuse not to be in school." Heather finishes.

"Mhmm." Veronica teases.

Westerburg was attending some big event for schools across the nation. It featured sports for both tinies and giant and was only for the best of the best teams.

To have the tiny football team here was an honor.

"Maybe they'll fund the teams properly now," Heather said. "The tiny cheer squad and the football team have always been the better ones. They just won't fund us because we're smaller. Literally."

Veronica cackles, flopping on her bed. "This is why I don't bother with sports."

Heather grins. "No, it's just because you're lazy."

"Yo! Heather! Ronnie!" The hotel door swings open, Kurt popping his head in. "Heather wants us in the lobby, stat."

Veronica rolls her eyes standing up as Kurt disappears. "We should remember to lock that door."

"Yeah." Mac grins, getting up. "Better not keep them waiting."

The lobby was a lot nicer than the tiny room, as most things are. It was furnished with expensive-looking couches and fancy coffee tables. Sitting at one of those nice sofas already was Duke, Chandler, and JD.

Veronica, Heather, Ram, and Kurt stood at the platform where the tiny hotel ended, flagging down their friends. 

Chander noticed them first, whispering something to Duke before the green Heather got up and walked over. 

"Hi, Heather." Mac said.

"Hello, Heather."

Even to this day, the whole Heather, Heather, and Heather never got any less confusing for Veronica. 

Duke let Veronica and Heather on her shoulder before scooping up Ram and Kurt. 

She walked back over to the coffee table, dropping the two jocks roughly. 

Veronica and Mac stayed on the shoulder, where it was safer.

"So, what I was about to say," Duke continued what she was talking about before grabbing the tinies. "Another school here, Northshore, they're here for soccer and football, their HBIC is a tiny. Regina George."

"Really?" Chandler's eyebrows raised.

"Mhmm." Duke nods. "Their social hierarchy is all out of wack too. Regina kicked a friend off the squad and ruined her social life only to befriend her again later, with her social life still ruined. And the tiny got replaced by a giant only for Regina to rule again."

"Must be one strong tiny." Mac said.

"Or a little bitch." JD offered, not even bothering to look up from his phone. 

"It could be both." Veronica said.

"Wait I'm not done."

"Do tell more. I feel like I'm hearing the summary of a bad Netflix show."

"There's rumors of this dude, Damian. He's punched Shane Omen."

"Shane Omen?!" Chandler leaned forward. "You're kidding."

Northshore and Westerburg might not be close schools, but popular kids know popular kids, no matter what. Veronica who was still fairly new to the popular kid life- had no idea who Shane Omen was.

Gotta be a pretty big asshole to get a reaction like that out of Chandler though.

"Jesus, okay. Let's not piss off this Damian."

Duke nodded. "Apparently broke his nose."

"Really?"

"Damian's got a tiny friend, Jane, Janis, something with a J. Shane was fucking with her- as one does- and Damian just decked him."

"So, all I'm hearing is that J girl is off-limits," JD says.

"You're not threatening tinies." Veronica scolds.

"It is fun to do though," Duke says.

Veronica held the shoulder underneath her tighter.

Her giant friends would never actually hurt her, but that didn't mean they didn't like to fuck around.

"Ha! Shane's a loser." Kurt said from the table.

"You've never met him," Duke says. "Quiet."

"Who is Shane?" Veronica asks tentatively.

"A boy Heather and I would party with a couple of summers back," Chandler explained. "He came to Westerburg every summer up until highschool. Biggest asshole I've ever met but man. He's a pretty good kisser."

Okay.

Sure.

"I wonder if Shane's here this year since Northshore is here." Duke questions out loud. 

"Maybe. Northshore is here for tiny soccer and giant football." Mac answers.

"Two? Holy shit." Ram exclaims from the table. "You think we could take on their giant football team?"

"They'd use you as the ball." Duke deadpans.

-

"This place is big and loud and I'm just not having a good time." Janis sinks further into Damian's jacket pocket. 

"We're doing it for Aaron, love." He reminds her, opening the door to the hotel room Damian has.

Janis was supposed to share with Regina, but since Damian got his own room, well- Janis was definitely staying with him. 

"Couldn't we have just gotten him a 'wow you're a good soccer player' card and moved on?"

Damian chuckled. "No, sweets. We're good friends. Unless you just want a card next art show you win."

Janis huffed but provided no further argument.

Aaron was playing a game right now, actually, but the rest of the gang had to check-in. If they rushed, they could probably make it to the end of the game. 

Not that it mattered. Tiny games were recorded and live-streamed into a theater where giants could watch or playback later on the tournament's website. It wasn't the same as being in the bleachers watching the game live.

Still, Damian dropped their luggage and went to meet everyone else back in the lobby.

Cady was already in the streaming room, supporting her tiny as usual. Gretchen picked up Regina and met Damian and Karen before walking to the rooms themselves. 

The room was pretty empty because once again- replay online. 

Cady saved three seats in the front row for the other giants and grinned hen everyone sat down. 

"It's a tie with one minute left."

"I don't understand soccer," Janis said, trying to make sense of the commotion on screen. 

The ball was passed to Aaron and she watched as he dribbled it down the field, shooting it into the goal. 

The goalie reached out but the ball just bounced past the tips of his fingers, landing in the net as the whistle blew.

Cady jumped up with a cheer. "Yeah!"

"Did Aaron score a winning goal? I don't understand soccer." Gretchen asks with a nervous laugh.

"Yes!"

"Is that good?" Janis says.

"Yes, it's good! Northshore won the first match!"

"Hell yeah!" Regina cheered.

The live stream ended as Cady called Aaron.

"Where do we meet you?"

There was silence as Aaron responded to Cady, something the rest of the gang couldn't make out.

"Okay, we'll see you there."

Cady hangs up the phone turning to her friends. "The team is taking the bus back to the tiny part of the hotel, Aaron will meet us in the lobby."

"Okay but how long with that take," Janis says. "Tiny bus means a long ride."

"Bout an hour."

"So let's explore for an hour!" Karen says. "This place is huge."

-

"I don't think I can put into words how badly I hope you fall." Duke remarked, watching Kurt trying to do pull-ups hanging off the edge of the table.

Veronica laughed from her spot on JD's shoulder. "Ram, push him."

"Okay."

No hesitation, the jock pried his friend's fingers off the edge of the counter.

Chandler rolled her eyes. "None of you know how to act."

"Please be careful." Heather McNamara said worryingly, peering over the edge of the table where Kurt fell.

"You don't have to be." Duke sneered.

 "Heather." Chandler turned to the girl sitting next to her. "I want to go look around. Come with me. JD, please try not to kill the tinies."

"Okay, Heather." Duke stood up, lifting Kurt back to the table in the process.

"Heather, you're in charge." Chandler pointed to the small girl on the table.

"Okay!"

"So, tell me moth about the other schools."

Veronica watched as both giants walked away, their conversation fading. 

-

"You've reached Regina's voicemail. Either I'm busy talking shit about you or I don't want to talk to you. You know what to do, beep!"

Janis sighed, lowering the phone from her ear and looking around the room.

She lost Regina about ten minutes ago and there was still no sign of the blonde.

The was on one of the rooms off the lobby that was tiny accessible. More specifically, she was standing on the tiny platform. 

There were lots of people in the room, both big and small, but no Regina Geroge.

Janis's eyes trail over the giant crowd, trying to find some of her bigger friends.

"You lost, shortie?" A voice calls out.

Janis looked to see who girls, both wearing ridiculous costumes, staring at her.

The girl who spoke was wearing green and had sleek black hair tied into a low ponytail by a scrunchie.

"No, I'm not." Janis states flatly.

Shes had enough of asshole giants from Northshore. She doesn't need it from other schools.

The girl in red looks her up and down silently. She gave off an entitled vibe and Janis didn't like it. Very pre-bus Regina. 

"Can I help you?"

The red chick suddenly reached out and Janis stepped back.

"Use your words, not your hands, bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"My name is Heather Chandler. You don't get to talk to me like that."

Who does this bitch think she was? Heather Chandler. Okay? Doesn't change anything. 

Janis was having a pretty shitty day She didn't need this.

"And I'm Janis Sarkisian. Great, we're on a first-name basis. Leave me the fuck alone."

The green chick seemed to have a moment of recognition but didn't vocalize it. Before Janis could say anything about it, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Sorry for leaving you, I saw somebody I knew." Regina explained. "C'mon, Damian's looking for you. Don't want him to lose it."

Jains groaned. "He needs to stop worrying about me."

"Damian?" Heather asked. "Are you two- from Northshore?"

If Janis didn't know any better she'd say she looked scared.

"What's it to you?" 

"No, it's nothing. Never mind. Sorry about earlier." 

Heather turned away, dragging her friend with her.

"What was that?" Regina asked.

"No fucking clue," Janis said, turning to the tiny exit. "Let's go."

They walked through the tiny halls, making their way to the lobby. "Those girls were confusing," Janis said. "One minute it's all, I'm Heather Chandler, don't talk to me like that, and the next its all, I'm so sorry. What a bitch."

"Okay, somebody isn't having a good day."

"No, I'm not. Thanks for noticing."

The anxiety of being in a whole new crowded place, mixed with exhaustion, and just lots of things going wrong today was the perfect formula for a pending breakdown.

"I need a nap."

"Ohhh me too," Regina said as they entered the lobby. "Let me call Gretchen, let her know we're here. Oh, twelve missed calls from Janis."

"Yeah. Stupid."

The whole gang sat at one of the dining tables where the hotel was hosting a Sunday bar in celebration of kicking off the tournaments. Gretchen dropped Janis and Regina off at the tiny table to get food telling them to flag her down when they were done.

To be honest, Janis wasn't that hungry. Just tired. So fucking tired.

"Yo! Space Dyke!"

God damnit.

"Not today, Shane. Seriously."

Regina and Janis turn around to see Shane Omen, backed up by a boy they've never seen before.

Janis huffs stepping back as Shane reaches his hand. "Dude. Not fucking kidding."

Not that she's kidding normally. But, with a new environment and piles of stress, she might just start sobbing.

Like that would hinder Shane anyway.

"Please, I just want to introduce you to my friend."

"We've heard a lot about the little space alien." The friend sneers.

Space alien over dyke anyway.

Whatever. 

Janis was pretty desensitized to the name. 

"Well, now you've met me. Leave me alone."

"Damn, she's got a bite, huh?"

Bite.

Not a bad idea.

Regina wrapped her arm around Janis. "Shane. Please take you and your goons and leave."

Shane grins. "This ain't Northshore, Reggie. You think I'll listen to you?"

"It be in your best interest too." A voice calls behind Shane.

The duo turns around to give view to Gretchen and Damian- neither looking too pleased.

Shane's friend shugs. "And what would you do about it?"

Gretchen raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Without a warning, a hand grabs Janis off the platform. "What. Would. You. Do. About. It?"

Why doesn't Regina get picked up and messed with?

"Hey!" Janis pushed at the fingers wrapped around her. This was pretty par for a school day, but-

This was supposed to be a fun week to support Aaron.

What the hell.

"Put her down!" Damian steps forward. 

"And who are you to do anything about it?"

Gretchen pauses for a moment before ginning, stepping next to Damian. "That's Damian Hubbard."

Shane's friend holding me laughs. "Damian? You're kidding. Shane- this is the dude who broke your nose?"

Shane huffs but can't defend himself over his friend's laughter.

"Jesus, and here I thought I should be worried."

The fist around Janis tightens, further then Shane's ever fucking done.

She almost preferred Shane. 

Almost.

"Stop-" She couldn't breathe.

Her ribs hurt.

What the fuck.

"What you gonna do about it, Damian." The dude holding Janis mocks. "Punch me? I'd like to see you try."

"Oh fuck! Get em, Damian!" Regina cheers.

If Janis could breathe, maybe she'd laugh.

There's a whacking sound as the fist around her releases and Janis can only assume Damian did fact, punch him.

She had bigger worries though as she went from an extreme lack of air to being surrounded by nothing but-

This truly felt like your average school week. 

It felt just like Northshore.

The hands, the grabbing, the freefall and the-

Janis landed on a warm surface just like normal

-the catch.

Damian's fingers wrapped around Janis the second she was securely in his hand. 

Janis looked up as she was brought to Damian's chest to see Shane's friend bent over, holding his nose.

Regina was cheering, still on the ice cream bar counter.

"What the fuck was that for?" Shane asked stepping forwards aggressively.

Damian shrugged. "Did he not literally say he wanted to see me try?"

"Yes, he did!" Regina grinned.

Y'know when a cornered dog lashes out? Yeah, Shane resembled that.

He stepped towards the tiny platform. "You're a fucking bitch Regina George. I hope you know that. I could fucking kill you if I-"

"Hey, Shane?" Gretchen tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn around. 

"Wha-"

There was a loud smack that echoed through the room- over the other conversations around up. 

Shane's hand shot to his cheek. "Did you just slap me?"

"I'll do it again." Gretchen stood to her full height, chest to chest with Shane. "Fuck. Off."

Janis felt Damian's fingers tighten around her. Not painfully just- defensively.

Fortunately, Shane and his friend walked away, both clutching their faces.

"I guess that solidifies the rumors," Gretchen mumbled, glancing over the crowd, most of whom were staring at the four of them.

"What rumors?" Regina asked, allowing herself to be scooped up by Gretchen.

"Nothing lets just- eat ice cream."

-

Heather and Veronica sat in one of the tiny spaces in the hotel.

They were just little areas with sofas and vending machines but- they were tiny-sized and it was nice.

"Have you seen Kurt or Ram?" Heather asked. 

"No, maybe it's for the best. They're probably doing something stupid." Veronica said, glancing up from her phone. 

"Yeah."

Three kids their age walked into the room, making way to the vending machine. Veronica didn't may them much mind, a lot of students stay at the hotel for the event, there have been lots of kids walking in and out. They typically didn't interact.

"Um, excuse me?"

Typically.

Veronica looked up to see a girl with two-toned length hair. She wore a baggy denim jacket covered in paint and fancy patterned fishnets.

"Do you happen to know a Heather Chandler?"

"Uh, yes? Why?" Heather responded.

The girl shrugged. "You all have a similar get-up. Wasn't sure if it was a coincidence." She stepped closer as her friends finished up at the vending machine. "I'm Janis."

"Veronica."

"Heather."

Janis' eyebrows raised. "Two Heather's in the same friend group? Doesn't that get confusing?"

"Actually there's three. And yes, it's confusing as fuck." Veronica nods.

Janis grinned. "Sounds rough."

The boy she was with stood next to her holding candy from the machine. "I'm Aaron, the girl kicking the vending machine for her chips is Regina."

There's a clunk and Regina bends down. "Got it!"

Janis shook her head. "Well Heather and Veronica, maybe we'll see you around."

The trio waved bye and they turned down the hall, their voices fading.

Heather waved after them before turning back to Veronica. "Well, they seem nice!"

oh ho ho when i say me and bear have talked about this for weeks- i mean weeks. this will be fun

@realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

[taiey]

50 Best Clara Lines

Nothing is more important than my egomania!

Tomorrow’s promised to no one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past.

Good guys do not have zombie creatures. Rule one, basic storytelling!

Threats don’t work unless you deliver.

Is it like an addiction?

There are billions of unlived day for every day we live. An infinity! All the days that never came—and these are all my mum’s.

I can’t keep doing this, I can’t do it! ...yes I can, of course I can. I’ve got it all under control.

Come back tomorrow. Tomorrow, I might say yes.

Come on! We’re on a roll! Monsters, things blowing up.

—wasn’t enough. She has to do it again.

It wasn’t terrible. It was boring. It was ordinary.

I was scared lots of times, but never of being lost.

So this is tomorrow then. Tomorrow’s come early.

Be safe, if you can, but always be amazing.

This time I will get it right. This time I will be souffle girl.

What would you do now? No. What will I do now?

Shut up and give me some planets.

I keep the book ‘cause I’m still going.

That wasn’t a leaf. That was page one.

I’m the Impossible Girl, and my story is done.

I say leg it.

I’m not afraid. I’ll leave that to you.

Dare me.

Saved the world then? That’s what we do.

Why does everyone think I am so scared? We all face the raven in the end. That is the deal.

That’s why he’s the boss. A soldier so brave he doesn’t need a gun. He can keep the whole world safe.

Can Cybermen fly?

Those words from me are yours now.

I’ve never seen lava.

Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one. Marcus Aurelius.

I'm not Clara Oswald. Clara Oswald has never existed.

I'm the Doctor. Doctor Oswald. But you can call me Clara.

To you, I am a ghost. We’re all ghosts to you. We must be nothing.

If Danny Pink can do it, so can I. Die right, die like I mean it, face the raven. 

I dispute that assertion!

Come on. You're not getting off that lightly. There's work that needs doing.

I’m here. As long as you need me.

It’s never about the security. It’s about the people.

You were going to kill this man, remember? Why show compassion then, Skaldak, and not now?

I have always known I was meant for great things. Ever since I saw those mysterious lights in the sky, and those strange metal men with their... promises.

I don’t think you’ll get it wrong. I think you will get it very, very right.

There’s a whole world out there. A galaxy, a life.

You’re talking, but all I hear is meh meh meh. Come on, let’s go!

You see, now, that attitude is... actually very attractive.

Jane Austen. Amazing writer, brilliant comic observer, and strictly among ourselves, a phenomenal kisser. 

Rule number one of being the Doctor. Use your enemy's power against them.

You know when someone asks “what’s your favourite book?” and straightaway you forget every single book that you’ve ever liked?

Because I love him!

See you next Wednesday.

Come on, why can't you say it? I was the Doctor and I was good. 

[haledamage]

OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @actualanxiousswampwitch and not so much tagged as challenged by @queen-scribbles​ :P 

I am tagging/challenging you both back if you have more OCs you want to talk about, plus anyone else who has an OC you want to talk about! really, I want to know about your muses, please share them with me <3

I decided to go with Lexi from Mind Blind because she’s currently my most vocal muse, as well as Ari because I realized I’ve never done one of these for her? not sure how that happened

Lexi Wiseman

GENERAL

name: Alexandria Jane Wiseman

alias(es): Lexi, Lex, Button, Cadet Wiseman

gender: cis female

age: 20

place of birth: Chicago, Illinois

spoken languages: English, sarcasm, probably some coding language? took Spanish and German in high school, but really only remembers how to count to ten and ask where the library is

sexual orientation: bi bi bi

occupation: student at Unity’s Aeon Academy

APPEARANCE

eye colour: hazel

hair colour: brown

height: 5′8”

scars: not any major ones? She scars really easy, so even little things like paper cuts leave a scar, but except for things like that and old scars from scraped knees and elbows as a kid, Lexi doesn’t really have any scars worth mentioning. (or as Lex would say, “my scars are all mental ;)”)

burns: not really many burn scars either. a small and perfectly circular one on the inside of her right ring finger (accidentally bumped into the lit end of a cigarette), a faded line on her right calf from grazing the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle, but that’s really it

overweight: No

underweight: No

FAVOURITE

colour: green, especially darker ones like hunter green or forest green

music genre: loves music, all kinds. most of the covers she does are older pop songs, the songs that have made it into the collective consciousness, but she will listen to or sing anything :)

movie genre: action. loves a superhero movie and not afraid to admit it.

tv show: don’t think she’s much of a tv person. more likely listens to podcasts or watches twitch streams/youtube shows. I feel like she’d be a big Buzzfeed Unsolved fan. occasionally enjoys a cooking competition show like Chopped or Iron Chef, something you can enjoy without having to commit to it. Watches them with Nick because his commentary is the best part.

pastime: music (plays guitar and piano/keyboard, and knows her way around a sampler/MIDI controller), video games (especially fps, co-op or team-based online games preferred)

food: anything Nick cooks, but especially cinnamon pumpkin cookies

drink: cherry coke, sweet iced tea, iced white mocha

book: she’s not a really big reader (not that she doesn’t enjoy it, she just has other ways she’d rather spend her time), but she’ll read just about anything on the occasion she has time to. adventure, romance, mystery, poetry, whatever. really enjoys sci-fi especially, and comic books!

HAVE THEY

passed university: she didn’t go to college per se, since Aeon isn’t technically a college so much as a very particular and multi-year job training course, but she took a few courses at the local community college. Computer programming, music theory, whatever struck her fancy. Probably found something weird that she’ll never need in real life just for the hell of it.

had sex: no

had sex in public: no

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no, but she wants one. eventually. once she settles on a design

had a broken heart: sure, in lots of different ways. the situation with her mom could certainly be considered heart-breaking...

been in love: she would deny it if you asked her, but yes. Very yes.

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: sure, yeah, why not? sleep is overrated anyway

ARE THEY

a virgin: yes. look, when you live with your brother who is a mind-reader and you have literally no way to stop loudly projecting your thoughts, sex is a tricky and awkward situation. better to just avoid it until someone comes along that’s worth it.

a cuddler: yes, very much so. Maybe a little touch-starved, despite Nick and Sally’s efforts. Someone please give her a hug.

a kisser: sometimes

scared easily: startles easily, but doesn’t actually frighten easily

jealous easily: not really. envy, on the other hand...

trustworthy: yes, but she’ll be the first to tell you not to tell her any secrets. She can’t promise what people can hear from her thoughts

dominant: not really. Can be assertive, but prefers to kind of go with the flow

submissive: not really submissive either, though maybe leans more toward it than toward dominant

in love: with her brother’s best friend. Has been for years now, expects she will be for the foreseeable future. She accepts that she will spend her life pining from afar. It’s not like Gray could ever feel the same, right?

single: yep

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: nope

thought of suicide: I don’t think so

attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: no

rode a horse: nope

have / had a job: her situation makes it a little difficult to work normal jobs. I would imagine she makes money through patreon with her music, and she will eventually have a job at Unity as a MIV, once she finishes at Aeon

have any fears: loss of control (again), not being good enough, abandonment, rejection (specifically being rejected for things she can’t change; she’s fine if people don’t like her for her personality, some people just have bad taste)

FAMILY

sibling(s): older brother Nick, relationship status: besties against all odds

Parents: John and Hope Wiseman, relationship status: fucking complicated

children: none, she is baby

pets: none

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Aurienne the Sparrow

GENERAL

name: Aurienne the Sparrow. She had a last name once, but she doesn’t remember it.

alias(es): Ari, Little Bird, The Sparrow Queen

gender: nonbinary female/demigirl

age: 23

place of birth: Andoran, she assumes. It’s the first place she remembers living, at the very least.

spoken languages: Common, Elvish, a little Celestial thanks to her sister

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: Queen of the Stolen Lands, somehow

APPEARANCE

eye colour: light gray

hair colour: black

height: 5′10”

scars: a thin but deep and ragged scar across her throat that she normally keeps covered by a scarf or choker or high collar; arrow puncture in her left shoulder; long line on her inner right thigh from a greatsword that almost cut her leg off entirely; a few other minor ones

burns: a few on her fingertips from accidents with her flaming crossbow

overweight: No

underweight: No

FAVOURITE

colour: gold

music genre: punk and all its subgenres :)

movie genre: she loves a musical, all musicals

tv show: dramas and monster of the week shows. wants a tv show that’ll make her cry

pastime: music (when she’s feeling confident enough to give it a try again, which is… a work in progress), reading, silly but harmless pranks. Loves to meditate a surprising amount, just sit in silent contemplation.

food: samosas, lemon macarons

drink: matcha latte with white chocolate syrup

book: has a deep and unending love of poetry

HAVE THEY

passed university: nope, didn’t go to school

had sex: yes

had sex in public: …...perhaps

gotten pregnant: nope

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes, seven sparrows down her spine. recently, the one on the back of her neck got a tiny little crown over its head :)

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: yes

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: yes, but rarely

ARE THEY

a virgin: nope

a cuddler: sort of? I think she wants to be, but is scared to let herself be vulnerable like that. Will happily cuddle with anyone who initiates, though

a kisser: not really, unless she’s in a mood

scared easily: yes, but hides it well

jealous easily: nope

trustworthy: very

dominant: not really. Prefers to let others take the reins (probably not the best trait for a queen, but as she is quick to tell people, being in charge was never her idea)

submissive: most of the time. Probably a big part of why she and Tristian took so long to get together...

in love: yes, with a literal angel

single: she’s not sure??? like, they haven’t really made anything official yet, but no one would ever look at the two of them together and not think they’re a couple. they should probably have a talk about that soon

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: yes

attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: yes

rode a horse: yes

have / had a job: former mercenary/adventurer, former baroness, currently queen of the Stolen Lands? She’s still not entirely sure how that happened

have any fears: helplessness, losing those she loves, being silenced (again)

FAMILY

sibling(s): twin sister, Auriel the Dove

parents: both deceased (I should probably name them at some point…)

children: none. Maybe someday...

pets: an owlcat named Headchomper, a red panda named Ember, an orange tabby cat named Tiger, a giant black wolf named Baron who is technically her sister’s animal companion and also technically her nephew