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outerbankies · 3 years

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You know how teenager rafe is gonna just be spiralling over reader going to prom with someone else? I’m going to cry cause like he’s a baby and he doesn’t know why he has these feeling for this one person that he’s always kind of orbited around?? And he knows she’s it for him but only deep down cause he’s trying to figure so much out and how could you know who you’re going to end up with at the age of 17 let alone 10 or 12 but he’s always known and aaaaah imagine that kind of love

an angsty little pre-series prom blurb partially inspired by this ^ ask that made me spiralll. thanks anon i hope u like this!

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new light blurb: before we knew — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

obv takes place pre-series in high school! referenced in part 1

warnings: underage drinking

“Top, it’s not fucking funny.”

“It’s kinda fucking funny, Y/n/n. Like, way more than a little.”

Rafe had ditched the last fifteen minutes of statistics when he finished his test early today, and he’d been messing around on his phone for ten minutes waiting for the rest of you to come and get in Topper’s Jeep so you could all go to lunch off-campus today.

Rafe stands up straight from where he’d been leaning against the hood when he hears your voice approaching, his smile matching yours once you see him. “Hey, Rafe. How did your stats test go?”

“Good, hey, Y/n. What’s not funny?” he asks, opening the passenger side door for you before sliding into the backseat behind you.

“Oh, get this, Rafe,” Topper says, laughing. You just groan again, clicking your seatbelt on. “Griffin is gonna ask Y/n to prom. Tomorrow.”

Rafe blanches. “Griffin?”

He knew Griffin thought you were hot. Certainly had to hear it enough times in the pool at practice every day. Rafe always found himself biting back a remark—well, almost always. As captain, Rafe was able to tell everyone to run another play whenever he felt like it. The extra exertion in the pool was nothing compared to having to tread water and hear his teammate talk about you like that.

But even after all of that, he still had no idea Griffin had the balls to actually make a move on you. Because Rafe could tell you’d seriously rather die than ever give Griffin the time of day. And Griffin had been pursuing you without luck for months, even though you’d been trying to gently show you weren’t interested. Half of the time, Rafe wished you'd just tell him to fuck off.

The other half of the time, Rafe was considering just doing it for you.

Rafe clears his throat after his outburst, a finger digging into a hole in his jeans. “How do you know?”

“He just told me in PE,” Topper says. “He said he has this huge banner, and speakers, and he’s gonna do it at lunch right in the middle of the quad—”

“Topper.” You cut him off a bit more seriously this time; Rafe can hear the shift in your tone. You've always hated being anywhere close to the center of attention, getting embarrassed by the smallest things others wouldn’t even think about. If Griffin actually knew anything about you the way Rafe does, he’d know you wouldn’t like something big and flashy. “Can you stop?”

“Hey, cut it out, Top,” Rafe is saying immediately. Topper just rolls his eyes, but Rafe doesn’t care. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe,” you say, smiling over your shoulder at him. “M’fine.”

“Do you want me to tell Griffin to—”

Topper laughs from the driver’s seat, clearing his throat to cover it up when you look over at him. You look back at Rafe, and his heart breaks at the worry in your face. “Don’t, Rafe.”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

“No,” you immediately laugh, looking at him like the idea is preposterous.

“Oh c’mon, Y/n/n. Can’t say no to him in front of all those people,” Topper teases. “And where the fuck is Kelce? I’m starving.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “I don’t wanna embarrass him. I’ll just find him after school today and tell him I’m going with Kelce.”

Topper’s eyes widen, Rafe catches it in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looks away. Rafe clears his throat, settling back into his seat from where he’d been leaning into the front space to talk with you. “You—uh, are you actually going with Kelce?”

“Yeah,” you nod, distracted by your phone. “We said we’d go together if we didn’t find dates. Kelce didn’t really wanna ask anyone after what happened last summer. And after nearly being set up with Top last night, I’m about ready to throw in the towel.“

Rafe looks to his friend that sits in the driver’s seat, who's looking straight at his lap, the back of his neck bright red. “Wait, you two?”

“It was just our parents, dude. Went to dinner at the club last night and our moms brought it up,” Topper mumbles. You giggle at the idea, completely unaware of the energy in the car right now.

“Yeah, sorry, Thornton. But no thanks. You and Emily should be really cute, though,” you say earnestly, patting his shoulder.

Topper just stares straight ahead. “Thanks, Y/n/n.”

“And then this thing with Griffin—I’m just so over the idea of finding an actual date at this point,” you sigh. “Plus, I know Kelce won’t put up a fight about the color scheme. I’m thinking like, aqua. Or maybe pink? I don't think I'd look good in gold.”

You'll look good in absolutely anything, and Rafe will just have to watch you from across the floor of the Island Club, while Kelce twirls you around the dance floor or holds you close during a slow dance.

The guy in question opens the car door and slides into the backseat next to Rafe right then, sighing as he slides his backpack off. “Sorry guys, coach stopped me in the hall. Where are we eating?”

Rafe glares at him.

“I want a smoothie,” you declare from the front seat.

“Fine with me,” Topper nods, pulling out of his parking spot. “Guys?”

“Can we go to that place with the deli next door? I’m so hungry,” Kelce says.

“Yeah, I like their açaí bowls,” you say, twisting around to look at Rafe one more time. He must not be able to hide his emotions as much as he thought, because your smile drops when you see him. “Rafe? Does that sound good?”

He turns his body to look out the window, eyes flicking back to yours one last time. “Not hungry.”

—

Rafe meets Topper and Kelce at the dock later that night, the three of them intending to get drunk and maybe take Topper’s boat out if they felt like it.

Kelce is already there by the time Rafe pulls up, drinking a beer with Topper while they laugh at something on his phone.

And Rafe paces right down the dock, snatches Kelce’s phone out of his hand, and pushes him off the platform and into the water.

“Rafe, dude,” Topper says, immediately pushing him back by his chest.

“What the fuck?” Kelce sputters, spitting out water as he surfaces and climbs the ladder back up. “What is your fucking problem?”

“You couldn’t ask literally fucking anyone else? It had to be Y/n?” Rafe says, laughing indignantly. He looks down at where Topper is still keeping them separated. “And you—what the fuck—”

“I told you, man. It was just our moms. We didn’t even consider it,” Topper says, rolling his eyes.

“You both lied to me,” Rafe accuses. “Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“And why’s that, Rafe?” Kelce spits, reaching around Topper to try and push at his chest. “Why are you mad? Not like you were gonna ask her.”

“No,” Rafe says immediately. And he isn’t even lying; it’d never crossed his mind as a possibility. Which is why he can’t even begin to try and work out why he’s this upset about it. He didn’t do anything to stop this, but it’s still happening, and it’s making him crazy. “You know my dad’s making me take Reagan since we’re both on prom court.”

“That’s what I thought,” Kelce grumbles. “I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

“Soon, I just—we made the plan so long ago, bro. Neither of us wanted to worry about dates… but I gave it time because I thought you might—I dunno,” Kelce trails off, shrugging. “I dunno.”

“Thought I might what?”

“Figure your shit out and ask her yourself,” Topper says, coming back from the boathouse with a towel that he passes to Kelce.

“Even if I could, Y/n/n would never say yes to me,” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head and reaching for the six-pack they were working through.

Topper scoffs back. “Oh, yeah ri—”

“Guess we’ll never know,” Kelce says, cutting him off while he dumps the water out of his shoes. He sighs at his soaked clothes before he looks back up at Rafe. “You know I’m not into her right? We’re just going as friends. It’s senior prom.”

“Why would I care what you’re going as?” Rafe says, shifting in discomfort, hand clutching his already-half-empty beer can a little tighter. “None of it even matters.”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, bro,” Kelce sighs, grabbing his phone out of Rafe’s hand and pushing past him to go change.

—

“Nice taste, Y/l/n.”

You whirl around from where you’d been adjusting Kelce’s boutonnière (you’d only pricked him twice, which was a personal record for you) at the sound of Rafe’s voice, plastering on a smile before you face him. Your eyes drop to his attire immediately. “Oh shit, Rafe. We match.”

“I know,” he laughs. “My step-mom wants a picture.”

You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in your heels, the tule of your dress suddenly itchy against your legs. “Um. Shouldn’t you take one with Reagan?”

“We already took a million. From every angle. With every possible fucking pose,” Rafe sighs. “C’mon, please? Before the limo comes.”

Rafe grabs your hand and you look back at Kelce who just nods, downing some champagne. “Take care of my date, Cameron.”

You can see Rafe just shake his head where you trail behind him, leading you back to where Rose is talking to one of the other moms. “There you are. Your dress is beautiful! I wish we'd found one like that for Reagan. It looks great with Rafe's tuxedo.”

“Uh, yeah. It's nice to see you, Mrs. Cameron,” you say politely, ignoring the last half of what she said completely. She pulls up her phone and Rafe’s bringing you into his side, his hand resting in the middle of your back.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his breath fanning over your neck as he leans down.

“Yep,” you say quickly, but you can’t help but look around and catch multiple of your friends watching you, including Reagan, who promptly rolls her eyes once you make eye contact with her.

“Y/n, sweetie, just a few pictures for the newsletter,” Rose says, reminding you of your purpose right now.

“Right, sorry,” you say.

“Hey,” Rafe whispers. You look up at him, feeling his hand bring you closer to his body. “Take this a little more seriously, Y/l/n. Don’t you know that the next issue of the Island Club newsletter will be completely ruined without this one specific photo, that will probably be squished into the corner of a terribly- edited collage?”

You laugh in surprise, hitting him on his chest for joking about his step-mom right in front of her. “Rafe. Be nice.”

He just grins down at you, before straightening up and turning back to the camera. “If I’m nice, will you save a dance for me later tonight?”

You’re glad he’s not looking at you anymore, because then he’d see the way your smile faltered before you turn back to the camera as well. “Sure.”

—

“How is my flask empty?” Kelce groans, tipping it over and shaking it out for emphasis.

“That’s what happens when you drink it all, bud,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. He rolls his eyes at you, linking his arm in yours as you both pass through the crowd to find Topper and his date, Emily. You all watch Rafe up on stage, waiting to inevitably be crowned prom king.

He was a shoo-in anyway, but you’d definitely distracted your English teacher with a conversation about the 1984 essay you just turned in while Topper and Kelce stuffed the ballot box he was meant to be guarding.

Rafe seemed like he couldn’t care less about stuff like prom court, just shaking his head when his name was announced over the speaker as a nominee three weeks ago at lunch.

And he’d dragged his feet through finding a date, just shrugging whenever you brought it up to him, prying partially for your own sake.

You couldn’t figure out why he seemed so averse to the entire event, but you supposed that was better than having to hear him go on and on about Reagan and how he asked her and what corsage he bought for her and if he was bringing her to after-prom—or anything else that would’ve dragged up some feelings you thought you’d firmly buried at this point, telling yourself for years that you never stood a chance with Rafe.

But the closer graduation got, the more you’ve been realizing that things with your friends would never be the same. Things with Rafe would never be the same.

“Kildare Academy, your prom king is Rafe Cameron,” the DJ says, snapping you out of your thoughts. Kelce and Topper cheer obnoxiously while you laugh, a little grateful they’re both drunk and distracted—so happy their plan worked (Rafe subtly flips them off behind his back as he’s crowned) that they can’t notice the way your shoulders slump as Rafe leads Reagan, just crowned queen, out to the middle of the dance floor while some Ed Sheeran song starts playing through the speakers. You’d roll your eyes at the terrible music selection if that was what you could focus on.

All you could focus on was wondering if Rafe would even remember that you promised him a dance tonight.

Kelce is dramatically bringing you into his arms as the prom court dance takes place, subtly turning you around so your back faces the stage and the court, smiling as he holds your waist. “C’mon, dance with me.”

—

Rafe’s letting go of Reagan as soon as the song ends and everybody cheers, dashing off to the DJ booth after telling her he’d be back in a bit. She merely shrugged before adjusting her crown and going off to some friends.

“Hey man, can I pull some prom king privilege right now?” he says, leaning in to speak into the guys’ ear. “I have a song request.”

“Playlist is set, approved by the school,” he says dismissively.

“Thought you might say that,” Rafe grumbles, reaching into his breast pocket before he can take the time to wonder if he’s really going to do this—if he’s really going to bribe the DJ to play a song by your favorite band before he goes to cash in on that dance together that you’d promised.

He hands him a crisp hundred.

The DJ sighs, snatching it out of his hand and pocketing it while Rafe smirks in victory. “Alright, what song, country club?”

And then it's practically a race to find you before the Kid Cudi remix currently playing ends. Rafe heads off in the direction where Topper and Kelce had been yelling when he was on stage, evening his pace when he spots you jumping around with Kelce, your dress fanning around you while you laugh, the string lights illuminating your face.

You’re smiling so big that it stops Rafe in his tracks.

Guys had always shown interest in you, and you turned most of them down. Not all of them; Rafe still had to see you with guys who absolutely did not deserve you giving them the time of day, sometimes at parties or maybe at the Club. Rafe could usually lie to himself, write off these feelings as some protectiveness over you, a nice girl who’d been a good friend to him his entire life. Rafe was protective of all the people he held close in his life, why wouldn’t he look out for you, too?

But something must have changed, because now—now Rafe’s looking at you, and he knows time is running out before you both set off on your futures. He has three weeks of school left with you, then a summer of seeing you around. And then... that's it.

And now he’s looking at you, those feelings less and less ignorable with every single second closer Rafe gets to not having you around him every day anymore.

Those feelings are crowding every corner of his mind, finally coming to the surface after all of the drama with prom dates had forced Rafe to wonder why he couldn’t stand you going with Griffin or Topper or Kelce. Couldn’t stand thinking about you ever being with someone that wasn’t him—a reality he knows he’d have to get used to you a lot quicker than it took him to even realize he’d fallen for you.

Because the future’s coming, and maybe in the future you actually end up with someone like Griffin, or Mateo, or that guy from the party that one time, or that touron from New England that your parents tried to set you up with, some hotshot you brought home from California after a semester, or Kelce—even Topper. Your parents would love that one. And one day in this future, you’re running into Rafe on the soccer field; your kids play for the same team together. Rafe ended up settling for someone he could never like half as much as he loved you, and he sees you across the field with a sweater tied around your shoulders, chatting with all of the other moms. The lucky asshole you finally chose just watches you the way Rafe always had, the way he is now as you dance with his best friend, the way Rafe will probably never be able to stop himself from doing.

Or maybe there's another future without you, where you move away to somewhere that suits you; the Outer Banks had never good enough for you, in his mind. Maybe you stay in California after school. And you bring home that hotshot that’s perfectly matched for you, who gets to hold you and kiss you and have you. Rafe only gets to see you every once in a while, when you decide to grace the Outer Banks with your presence for the holidays or for Midsummers. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe was never able to find someone else, maybe he shows up solo while you flash your engagement ring when the old crew gets together for drinks—no, you wouldn’t do that. You’d be absolutely smitten with whoever won your heart, showing the ring he got you to your girl friends with an embarrassed little smile pulling at your lips while they all gush over it. And maybe one of your friends jokes about how Rafe used to have a crush on you. You'll just laugh and shrug it off, nodding—because you knew all along. Of course you knew, everyone had to know at this point. And Rafe can picture you merely laughing at his feelings for you as the other guy gets to pull you closer on his lap.

The opening chords of your song snap him out of his reverie. He can see the exact moment you realize what song it is.

Rafe beelines for you, holding his hand out as soon as he’s in your vicinity, fully pretending he hadn’t just realized he’s fallen for one of his closest friends in the middle of prom. Like he hadn't realized that he wasn't just into you, didn't just think you were cute or like the way you made him feel when you remembered his stats tests or wore his shirt to his water polo games. Like he hadn't just realized that no matter how many times he'd told himself it didn't bother him that much that you'd never come close to giving him the time of day, that he'd never forget what it felt like to not even be on your radar.

“You promised me a dance, Y/n.”

You look at him and his outstretched hand and smile, then look back to Kelce, who's quickly letting you out of his arms, casting an accusatory glance at Rafe. But then he smiles a little. “I'm gonna hit the restrooms.”

“Too bad our one dance is gonna be to a song by a band you hate,” you laugh, accepting Rafe's hand. Rafe’s on autopilot, his hands resting on your lower back while yours move to his chest, swaying the two of you in little circles. The song is already through with the first verse.

“I don’t hate this band,” he lies. But maybe it’s not a lie—how could he hate anything you loved?

“Okay, prom king,” you laugh, fiddling with his pocket square a little, the one that matches your dress. “Still can’t believe we ended up matching.”

“Great minds, Y/l/n,” he shrugs, eyes trained on your face. Your hands slip up around his shoulders, and you nudge the plastic crown on his head before leaving your arms to rest there, fingers locked behind his neck. Rafe pulls you closer. The second chorus was already starting up. Time was running out.

“I’m not sure what the optics are of our matching and you leaving the prom queen to come dance with your friend,” you say, your small smile turning into a frown. “Reagan already seemed pissed earlier.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Rafe says. “It’s just you and me right now.”

“When we go off to college, I think I might just miss you, Cameron,” you say, smiling.

And Rafe might not ever get to tell you how he feels, or ever be with you the way he wants to, but at least he got to dance with you at his senior prom.

“I know I'm gonna miss you.”

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mulletcal · 4 years

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hi, idk if ur doing requests or not, sorry to bother u if ur not but i was wondering if u could write a blurb ab y/n having a bad mental health day or hasn’t been the happiest in a while and cal like helps her through it and talks with her?🥺 btw i love ur acct

idk if you watch colleen ballinger but her husband did something so cute for her in one of her recent vids so i wanna kinda recreate it

also i’m gonna say that this is like a world minus the pandemic that’s happening bc we all need a lil escape every once in a while

(also also i touched on what happens here in my first blurb i ever wrote SO this can just be an expansion of something like that)

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You had been coming to the end of your rope for a while now - burning the candle at both ends had always been your default setting, but your mental health was starting to take a dip because of it.

Your phone had been going off with texts from Calum all day, expressing to you his excitement about songs he had been working on, or little ways Luke had pushed his buttons that day, or just things about his own mental health. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to your boyfriend, it’s just that you didn’t have the energy to.

Ignoring another text from him, you headed out to do your grocery shopping - you knew that if you didn’t at least have some easy to make foods in your house when you encountered the worst of it, you wouldn’t eat at all.

The trip to the grocery store was short, grabbing a few essentials that you knew were comfort foods to you, and easy to make. Heading back to your apartment, you were slightly alarmed when you saw rose petals that trailed from the elevator to your door - wondering what Calum could be up to.

Opening the door, the faint smell of lavender invaded your nostrils, your apartment dimly lit with candles that led down the hallway to what you assumed was the bathroom. Taking in a deep breath, you followed down the hallway where your assumptions were proven correct.

“What’s all this?” You asked, eyes lifting to meet your boyfriend who had just been sitting on the closed toilet seat waiting for you to appear.

“You’ve been taking care of everyone else so much lately, I thought I should take care of you,” Calum replied simply, “I waited to draw the bath cause I know you hate it gets cold.”

Pouting slightly, you went to stand between his legs, looking down at him. “Cal, you didn’t have to do all this, I’m fine.” That was a complete lie, but you’d hoped Calum would buy it.

“Bullshit,” Guess not. “Baby, you’ve been burning the candle at both ends so to speak for weeks now. I just want to be here for you,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your wrist.

You weren’t one to say no to a bubble bath, so you agreed. Calum made quick work to add your favourite bath salts and bubbles to the warm, almost too hot to soak in water, encouraging you to strip down.

What you hadn’t expected though, was for him to slip into the bath first, motioning for you to come sit in front of him. He had been around when you were having a bath, sure, but he wasn’t usually one to join. Running his now damp fingers in your hair as you settled against him, you shut your eyes.

“I also put on some tea, it’s on your mug warmer,” His lips were pressed to the side of your head, eyes glancing over to where the mug sat. “Now, wanna talk to me about what’s going through that gorgeous mind of yours?”

Your eyes remained closed, breathing evenly from your nose as you tried to let the eucalyptus scent soak into your skin. “Life’s just too much, y’know? Work has been crazy busy, my boss can be such a nightmare, horrible at communication and never acknowledges when a task is complete. We just go onto the next. I also hardly have time to see you, so I feel like I’m being a terrible partner to you. The anxiety is overwhelming, and it’s hard to feel enough.”

Calum listened, he always listened, so patient and kind. He waited for you to finish speaking before he had spoken up, “Is there a way you can improve communication with your boss? Like maybe weekly meetings where you discuss what you need from each other in the week moving forward?” He suggested, and it honestly didn’t sound like a half bad idea. “As for me, you know I’m always here for you my love. No matter the day, place, or time, I’m always here to listen.”

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek, turning your head so you could plant a kiss to his free cheek, “I know, thank you. Also that’s not a bad idea, I’ll bring it up to him tomorrow. Hopefully that can establish some work life balance as well. I go in early, I stay late - and I’m making less than the people who are working hourly.”

Through your rant about your work week, Calum began to take some water and pour it over your head, and you were confused at first, “M’gonna wash your hair, just relax.” So the next few minutes were spent with your eyes shut once more as Calum massaged the shampoo into your scalp.

Your bath hadn’t lasted much longer after that, the water beginning to grow tepid and slightly uncomfortable. But Calum made sure that once you were dried off, you were wrapped in your fluffiest robe, light kisses being pressed to your cheeks and nose as he did so.

“Why don’t I stay here for the next little bit? Tour doesn’t kick off for another month, and I’d like to see you as much as possible before I go,” Calum asked, toying with his own fingers.

“I love you, you know that? I’d love nothing more.”

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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hi! i just wanted to say that i love ur writing! and quite a fan! can i request the reader asking peter to take care of her pet turtle bc she’s going out of town to visit some family? and peter hesitates bc of his spider-man duties but soon just falls in love the readers pet turtle and doesn’t wanna give him back. “peter, give him back” “no🥺”

A/N: okay. wait. CUTENESS LEVEL EXTREM! ABOART! ABOART I SAID!! 😱😱😱 alright jokes aside, this is the most adorable request i’ve ever had and it got me soft af 🥺💞🥺💞 so thank you so much for this but also for your kind support, my dear 😳❤️ stay safe, darling 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

Peter was confused. And when Peter Parker was confused, you knew something was really going on in his head of his.

The boy was currently sitting on the couch in the living room, the apartment completely silent. His elbows resting on his knees, upper body slightly leaning forward, Peter’s eyes were glued on the rectangle terrarium on the coffee table right in front of him, not saying a single word. Just looking straight at it. Thinking.

Peter let a long sigh out.

“On all domestic animals possible, (Y/N) chose you.”

Silence.

“I’ll be honest, alright: I’ve seen more active and entertaining pets than you.”

Silence.

“... Why am I even talking to you, in the first place?”

The little animal stopped its “wild” parkour inside the glass terrarium to, somehow, look at Peter. Their eyes locked for a few seconds before the teenage boy exhaled once again, the muscles in his neck relaxing to let his head fall forward.

Yesterday evening, you hurriedly stumbled over yours and Peter’s shared apartment after your classes, your boyfriend already immersed in his homework, because your brother-in-law sent you a text explaining your sister went into labour. Frantically, you tried to gather some clothes and random toiletries’ essential in a travelling bag to leave right away and hopping to arrive in your hometown a few hours later that same night by car. While doing so, Peter couldn’t really place a word as he knew how much your older sister was so dear to you, also because you being an aunt got you all excited and so stressed at the same time. And right before you left, Peter kissing you goodbye by your car and telling you to drive safely, you remembered something at the last minute.

“Ah! Pete, please, don’t forget to take care of Dollie while I’m away!!”

Dollie. Your tiny tortoise. Your pet with who Peter was currently “having a chat” with.

Thanks the lords, Peter was relieved to have an organised girlfriend because you created a little list of things to do or not with Dollie on a daily basis, right after you bought her. At least, the boy kind of knew what he was supposed to do (or not) with that strange pet of yours.

It was not like Peter disliked Dollie. Well, he didn’t really like her either, as he was completely unaware that having a tortoise as a pet was even possible until the day you came back home with the said animal. You told Peter you grew up while having animals around since your youngest age, but still... a tortoise. And what about his Spider-Man’s duties? Even if recently, the neighbourhood was rather quiet and calm, Peter needed to do his regular patrols just in case.

Anyway, Peter didn’t really have a choice. He had to take care of Dollie, for you. Seems like Spider-Man will take a break.

“Okay, time for you to get some exercise done.”

Delicately - but still awkwardly, Peter took the tiny reptile in his hands to put it back on the ground, next to his feet.

“Come on, go explore the world that is the living room, I guess?”

As if understanding his words, Dollie started to move around at her own pace which was not the fastest of all. Peter kept an eye on her as he decided to watch some tv to get some better distraction.

Some time later, Peter felt something bumped on the side of his foot. And as he lifted his back from the couch to see what that was, he couldn’t help a light smile making its way at the corner of his mouth as Dollie just started bumping her tiny pointed head on Peter’s foot.

“What’s going on, there?” chuckled the teenage boy.

His eyes went to his left wrist where he read the hour on his digital watch.

“Damn, already past seven!? You must be hungry, right missy?” asked Peter while slowly standing, fists resting on his hips. “To the kitchen we go!”

* * * *

What a weird feeling it was to be an aunt for the first time. But still exciting and critically emotional in the best way possible.

After spending three days at your sister’s to finally meet the new addition to the family, your visit ended as fast as it started due to your exams approaching. But you still promised your sister to come visit again for your next holiday, probably with Peter this time.

Finally back, you locked your car and got up to yours and Peter’s apartment, climbing two stairs at the time as you still missed your boyfriend and was excited to show him all the pictures you took of your newborn niece.

Unlocking the door of the flat, your eyes instantly fell onto Peter’s brunette hair as he was sitting on the couch.

“Peter! I’m back!”

“Welcome back, dear! We’re here!” replied Peter, cheerfully.

You left your travel bag in the entrance to tidy later and walked towards the living room where your boyfriend was. When you arrived behind the couch to kiss him upside down, you noticed a tiny guest sitting on top of his thighs.

“Oh, hi Dollie! What is she doing here?”

“I was feeding her some apple before you arrived” said Peter, his attention going back to the little reptile.

You watched the two beings interact together for some seconds, not saying a word, but mostly surprised at Peter’s unexpected behaviour towards your tortoise.

“Looks like you became good friends in the end” you giggle, lightly bumping your head with Peter’s, still looking at Dollie enjoying her apple slice. “Come say hi to mama, Dollie doll!”

As you were about to take Dollie in your hands, Peter moved the tortoise away from your grasp. Surprised, you glanced at your boyfriend with raised eyebrows.

“First, let her slowly finish her apple or she’ll get awful later” noted Peter, quite seriously.

“Excuse me? Let me-”

“Nope.”

“Peter, what in the world-”

“Later, I said.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker, give me back MY tortoise now!”

“Nope.”

Later that same evening, you understood that your nerdy boyfriend definitely grew attached to that tiny reptile he used to avoid at the beginning.

The day ended with you and Peter laying on your bed, with snacks and fluffy covers, catching up with a series with little Dollie resting on top on you guys, resting after another eventful day of her tortoise’s life.

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it has to get better

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen x suicidal! female reader

Warning: mentions of suicide, talking about suicide, suicide is the main point in this fic

Specifics: angst, romance, blurb/drabble, race neutral reader

People: clay jensen, hannah baker

Words: 650

Requested: By anon Can u do an imagine where you come to Clay when ur suicidal? sorry if it’s wayyy too dark

Authors Note: again another warning if you have any uncomfortable feeling with this fic i totally understand that this is not for everyone, just know it does talk about suicide and about that topic. this is such a serious topic and tbh i felt afraid to write something like this. i dont want to offend anyone in any way and i just want everyone to know that they matter and if anyone needs a shoulder to cry on pls talk to someone, anyone, just to a listening ear. i hope this is alright and again sorry if this is not the best or something like that.

You ran.

Forgetting about your car, any transportation. Your legs aching along with your soul. There was a genuine pain of loneliness dwelling and resting inside you that seemed to never escape.

The only thought running through your head was, “I can’t end up like Hannah. I can’t end up like Hannah. I can’t end up like Hannah.”

The dark times you were enduring were a threat to you. It made you think the worst of things to do to yourself. Times were tough and sometimes you just wanted to end your life, feeling too tired to do anything about it anymore. You’ve felt this feeling before, but it went away especially with help and speaking to others who understood like your boyfriend Clay. You tried to commit suicide that day, trying to end the horrors of the world, to end the sadness. As you almost did the deed, the one thing that kept you going was Clay. His face popped into your brain and you couldn’t go forward with killing yourself, you had to live, if not for yourself then him.

Tears slapped your cheeks as you sprinted at a rapid pace to Clay’s house. Walking up to his house you wondered what he would say? Would he care? Would he even be there? You hoped and prayed he was there. You needed him in that moment.

You banged on his door, “Clay...Clay...its me y/n. Please open up,” you begged, feeling yourself close up the longer the time passed that he didn’t open the door.The door didn’t open. Feeling lost and unsure you set to your house again but standing behind you was Clay with his helmet on, looking very concerned.

“Y/n, whats going on? Are you okay?” He motioned to you and wrapped an arm around you to which you accepted and brought him closer in the embrace. Tears started to wet his sleeve as you sobbed. “C’mon lets go inside,” Clay led you into his house and sat with you on the couch. “What happened?”

Trying to catch your breath from the running and crying you look into his eyes, “Clay I felt it again. I almost lost control. Clay, I wanted to end my life...I wanted to be gone...to be free.” You cried once more feeling disappointed in yourself. “Why can’t I just be normal?”

“Hey, look at me. You are normal, normal people get sad. Normal people have fu*ked up lives and think those thoughts. You are not alone y/n. You matter so much to so many people. You don’t think it at the time but you matter, you matter so much. I care about you...like a lot...if anything happened to you I don’t know what I would do with myself. I can’t lose Hannah and now you...If you need the help thats fine, I will be with you every step of the way no matter what. Ever feeling lonely, depressed, just having a bad day call me, I will make sure I am over there to protect you, to make sure you are alright.”

Your eyes widened at all he had said. You felt loved, safe, secured. “Clay...”

“Y/n I can’t lose you...I love you...” Tears started to fall from and you knew that he meant every word he said, that he did care about you and that you needed to stay alive.

“Clay...” you brought him to you and kissed his tears away. You then kissed his lips. Clay made you feel happy, you knew you could depend on him for everything. He was your light in the dark world. “I love you Clay.”

Clay held your hand and walked upstairs with you, “I think you should stay here today. You can sleep in my bed.”

You nodded and hugged Clay again, “thanks Clay.”

Clay kissed the top of your head, “tomorrow we’ll talk and think on what to do more about this.”

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Tag game!!

tag ur friends and ask them how they got into fan fiction, whether they write or just read!!

for me, I got into fanfic because my friend sent me a fic and I got hooked onto the concept. I started writing when we were discussing hypothetical quirks for a vigilanteDeku and the idea took root in my mind. (It’s funny because the quirk didn’t even make it into the fic in the end)

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It really is about the hands

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I've decided it's time to compile a list of my favorite fics!! It's not a comprehensive one because there are simply Too Many, but I'm getting as much as I can!!

These are all BNHA fics, and they're in no particular order- although there is a section for manga spoilers and for the... darker fics I'm reccing.

Each fic will have a little blurb a la me about the fic. I hope this helps at least a few people find some great new fics!!

All angst has a happy ending unless otherwise stated!

Each fic will have the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress! (Fics that aren’t officially abandoned/on hiatus have a + sign the same as everyone else, so keep an eye out for that if you like fics with a guaranteed ending written.)

Making this helped me realize that I have a particular genre I'm fond of! (It’s found family/hurt comfort lol) I didn't hit every great fic I've read by every author I love, as that would simply be impossible, but I tried to come close! Believe me when I say that this was a labour of love.

Skvader by BelleAmant (@bnhaven)! Izuku has a bunny+rabbit mutation quirk and like his siblings Hawks and Miruko, is trained by the Hero Commison. Unlike them, he gets to go to Yuuei, and that makes all the difference. 111k+, hurt/comfort.

Vigil, Ante, and their Vigilante Antics by BelleAmant (@bnhaven)! Izuku and Hitoshi become vigilantes after life knocks them to the ground. 127k, angst+hurt/comfort.

Personality Swap Series by BelleAmant (@bnhaven)! One day during class Aizawa realizes that Izuku is a very talented author. Shenanigans ensue. 102k+, 26/33 works, mostly fluff with a bit of hurt/comfort for flavor!

It takes two to tangle by Withstarryeyes (@withstarryeyes), Authoress_Lilly. When Stain attacks Tensei in Hosu, he finds himself sharing Tenya's body with no clue how he got there, and he makes the most of it. 10k, angst with a happy ending.

Policed to Meet You by Authoress_Lilly! Quirkless police officer Izuku works with the graduated heroes of Class 1-A as well as some other familiar heroes, and they wonder why he wasn't something more; wasn't a hero. 6.2k, somewhere in-between hurt/comfort and fluff.

A Thousand Miles to Dawn by Authoress_Lilly! Tokoyami, Hagakure, and Midoriya are all hit by a quirk that sends them into nightmares about their past, while the pros in the real world try to figure out what's going on. 4.7k, angst with a happy ending. this one hits hard

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” by Authoress_Lilly! Hakagure tries on makeup and for the first time, she's visible. 4.1k, hurt/comfort

An Averted Catastrophe by Authoress_Lilly! Pro Hero Shinsou is cornered by villains on patrol, and is saved when a cat happens to distract them. 1.3k, lighthearted

Parallels by Afromaniiac (@afromaniiac)! Eijirou's always said that he'll never freeze up again, but he can't live up to that. Thankfully, Momo is there to help! 3.2k, hurt/comfort.

Net Neutrality Series by Teobot (@teobotfics)! Badass Izuku takes down the Shie Hassaikai and adopts Eri, and they run a cafe together, with Aizawa as their only consistent customer. At night, Izuku becomes Harbinger, informant and vigilante extraordinare! 84k+, fluff->hurt/comfort->angst with a happy ending. I've reread this series at least five times.

pick yourself up off the ground by Achievingelysium (@queenangst)! Management!Izuku sponsors Shinsou at the sports festival! 7.2k, hurt/comfort. Good friendship+interactions between them!

Between the Wind and the Water by Achievingelysium (@queenangst)! Todoroki and Midoroya accidentally swap quirks, and it's painful for everyone. 14k, angst with a happy ending.

A Hop, Skip, and a Jump series by MJBooklover! Izuku manages to trip into underground heroics and discovers that he doesn't want to leave. 3k, pretty fluffy! A super fun fic!

throw me a goddamn rope - just enough to hang myself with by mutalune! Aizawa time travels to when Izuku was ten and is accidentally adopted by the Midoriya family. 100k+, hurt/comfort.

Parallax by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea)! An encounter with a pushy reporter leaves Izuku off-balance, and the next day in training, everyone realizes why. 22k, angst with a hopeful ending. feral izuku my beloved, i love this

When someone leaves your life series by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea)! Two fics from alternate perspectives; Aizawa gets kidnapped and 1-A comes to his rescue. 20k+, angst with a happy ending

Razzmatazz by xylophones (@xyloophones)! Izuku becomes friends with his neighbor Yagi-san, whom he eventually finds out is All Might! Yagi-san takes Izuku under his wing and Izuku gets his provisional license super early! 168k+, hurt/comfort, also one of my favorite fics! One of 3 fics have downloaded

and now, the weather by xylophones (@xyloophones)! Izuku runs a spooky story podcast with his school and makes friends with Todoroki Shouto while researching a haunting! 5.2k, fluff.

When I Said Being a Cat Would Be Nice, This Isn't What I Meant by lostintheclouds321 (@lostintheclouds321)! Shouta gets turned into a cat, and Middle School!Izuku ends up finding him and taking him home. 18.7k, fluff/hurt/comfort. Very fun and sweet!

Passing Papers by lostintheclouds321 (@lostintheclouds321)! Quirkless!AU where Photographer!Shinsou and Journalist!Izuku get together! 8k, Very fluffy and sweet

The Fool by lostintheclouds321 (@lostintheclouds321)! Underground hero Shinsou saves Midoriya Izuku and they start dating. Shinsou doesn’t realize that Midoriya is Deku, Number one pro. 7k, fluffy+crackish. I love it

Cat Days by GriffinRose! Izuku has a shape shifting quirk and accidentally gets stuck as a cat. Aizawa finds him (as A cat) and takes him home, and when he uses his quirk on Izuku one day as a hunch, he’s shocked to find a Human Child in his kitchen. Fluff ensues. 106k+, hurt/comfort

Cat Days Remix by GriffinRose! Izuku accidentally shapeshifts and gets stuck as a cat, and Aizawa takes him home, but his quirk doesn’t work on Izuku! There’s no easy out to get him human again. 18k, hurt/comfort with a heavy sprinkling of angst!

The Origin of Eclipse by GriffinRose! Midoriya Hisashi is a villain and when he brings Izuku to one of his business meetings, Izuku goes on the run and ends up a vigilante. Dadzawa! 130k, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

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If you’re ever reading BNHA and someone gets invited to go to/perform at any sort of party, run.

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