IF YOU NEED ME Masterlist

IF YOU NEED ME Masterlist

** Just Out of Reach Sequel **

SUMMARY: ‘how to deal with your boyfriend’s girlfriend returning from the dead’ was not in any girlfriend handbook y/n was ever able to find, nor was ‘how to date an avenger with anger issues.’ y/n always has a weird itch in the back of her neck when it comes to cindy, mj takes on a new apprentice, lazlo apparently is seeing a masked vigilante in secret and it’s probably the most stable relationship of this entire series, étienne teaches little kids swear words in french, some old friends decide to pop back in for a fun surprise, and in the end peter just decides to commit a touch of treason. basically, just your average senior year of college. 

* just as ‘Just Out of Reach’ was based after The Very Best of Solomon Burke, this sequel is based after his album If You Need Me, so feel free to check out those lyrics and the album because let me tell ya, it’s amazing. 

also available on Wattpad

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PROLOGUE: Time Is a Thief - it’s a party at the night clinic, lazlo has a secret bf, & y/n is like ‘fuck you i am completely fine’ while she bakes for an entire army

CH. 1: I Don’t Really Want to Know - peter & cindy start a spidey bootcamp, y/n is just always in crisis, & étienne says ‘fuck’ while we all *gasp*

CH. 2: This Little Ring

CH. 3: Words

CH. 4: Stupidity

CH. 5: Home In Your Heart

CH. 6: I Said I Was Sorry

CH. 7: You Can Make It If You Try

CH. 8: Tonight My Heart She Is Crying

CH. 9: Go On Back to Him

CH. 10: If You Need Me

EPILOGUE: It’s Alright

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you can find the other peter parker trilogy i wrote ‘far from you’ here

Another Quick Wilbur Headcanon That I Dream About.

You met Wilbur when he recorded the Your City Gave Me Asthma video.

Based on this comment ⬇️

You were currently walking home from a night out by yourself. It was a cold night alone even though the streets were once filled with people giving warmth. Now no one else was walking on the same street except for the occasional old man staring at you and a car zooming by.

The street lights made London look creepier than it usually was at night, but it had some sort of beauty to it. As you neared a crosswalk you overheard a guitar playing in the distance. It added another level of uneasiness to you, but you couldn't help yourself from walking closer to hear the guitar playing, more clearly. It was hypnotic, but aggressive at the same time.

As you got closer you found yourself at on the same side of the street with a brightly lit bridge. You could hear the guitar more clear now and could hear some singing going with it. The singing was slightly drowned out by the guitar and the echo it it brought, but you kept walking to hear or see the person who was making those sounds.

As you got to the entrance, or beginning of the bridge you saw a man sitting criss-cross on the floor of said bridge strumming a guitar infront of a tripod with a camera sitting ontop of it. You didn't want to be in his shot so you stood off to the side hoping that he would be done so that you could commend him on his musical skills.

His back was towards you so he didn't notice your presence.

The more you stood there at the end of the bridge being his only audience member, the more you felt like a creep hearing the man sing.

The song he was strumming was beautiful, the chords he strummed was a haunting contrast to his pained voice. If you left now you would probably be thinking about who this musician was trying to find any sort of music from him. The funny thing is that you never showed interest to this type of music until now.

"Cause the walls dont fucking love you." The man sung and you found your heart aching and your body swaying to the guitar. You closed your eyes for a moment relishing in the guitar solo he had but in.

"Fuck! I fucked it! Dammit!" You were in a trance until he had suddenly stopped playing and hung his head low.

You decided it was a good time to walk up to the mystery man and try to pick up his spirits atleast without trying to be a creep. I mean you already were, but you already made up your mind.

"Hey." You started walking up beside him. He turned his head and you finally saw his, very handsome, face. His hair fell over his forehead in a messy way and his eyes were threatening to spill out tears. "I thought that was beautiful especially the second song."

You stood next to him awkwardly as he took in your approach. He then shook his head and laughed.

"Yeah I hate all of these songs, but these help me cope." He said gesturing to the camera and guitar on his lap.

"At least you have a coping system." You smiled at him.

He smiled up at you and reached his hand up for you to shake.

"My name's Wilbur."

"I'm Y/N." You grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. His hands were rough but warm.

"Oh! Im sorry for being a creep!" You quickly apologized. "And for ruining your shot." You pointed at the camera.

He stood up at his full height, which was astonishly taller than you and turned off his camera.

"Dont worry. I already had a good take, this was just for a back up just in case I didn't like the first one." He picked up the tripod and camera and turned to you.

"Thanks for being my first live audience member." He airly chuckled and so did you.

"Of course. It was beautiful." You answered and started walking the way off the bridge.

You two walked in silence until you both reached the end of the bridge and noticed that you two were going seperate ways. You both turned around to say one last goodbye and you thought all hope was lost and that all you had was his name.

"Hey! Are you alone?" Wilbur called out.

"Yeah I walked here alone. Why?"

"You shouldn't be here walking alone at night, especially in this area. Or in any area." He walked up to you. "I'll walk you home."

"Thats the opposite of where you were walking!" You complained as you two walked side by side.

"I'll Uber back home, dont worry." He waved it off as you two walked home in silence.

A question was on the tip of your tounge the whole walk home. You couldn't bring yourself to ask Wilbur to see eachother again, but when he dropped you off at your doorstep and you refused to go inside until his Uber got here, you finally found the courage to speak up.

You two were currently sitting on the curb of the sidewalk when you finally asked the question.

"Wilbur?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you want to see eachother again. I mean- I would love to go out for lunch." You found the words as you went on and he nodded at you.

"I would love to. Because me almost crying while singing a song on a bridge is not the first impression I would like." He smiled and you matched his smile. "Here, but my number in your phone!" He offered and you accepted his offer.

You ended the night with a quick "goodbye" and "thank you" when Wilbur's Uber finally came and he drove away. You were finally inside your house and you took a shower and got under the covers in your bed. The last thing you see before you go to bed for the night is a quick text from Wilbur.

WILBUR (from the bridge)

The song is called Jubilee Line btw

[Read]

I cant wait till we see eachother again. What about Saturday?

[Read]

YOU

Thats perfect Wilbur

[Sent]

The Truth Between Us | 05

[!!] CO-WRITTEN with @gukyi

⇒ Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 [Finale] || epilogue

⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 13.7k ⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama ⇒ warnings: sadness and themes of death. ⇒ a/n: disregarding personal preferences, looking objectively, this part has to be one of the best in terms of plot, content, and character development. this is chapter five - never thought this series would be this long, right? once again, please message @gukyi and shower her with love and support because this part couldn’t have been done without her. send her messages here. and if you have time to spare, send me feedback as well. thank you and i hope you enjoy!

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my babysitter’s a quarterback • jjk

⇥ pairing: qb!jungkook x cheerleader!reader

⇥ side pairing: namseok

⇥ synopsis: after getting cheated on by the star of the hockey team, park jimin, your life (as expected) goes downhill. what you don’t expect is your parents being skeptical of whether or not you’re a good older sibling for your sister. you also don’t expect them to call jeon jungkook—the person you hate most—to babysit the two of you.

or, alternatively: jungkook babysits you even though the two of you are the same age.

⇥ genre: fluff, crackfic, angst, e2l, jungkook is stupid, jimin’s an asshole, hoseok’s a sweetie, namjoon is also a sweetie, reader is Stressed, pining, mutual pining

⇥ warnings: cursing, crude humor, mentions of cheating, divorce

⇥ word count: 30.0k

based off a request for @fan-ati–c​ (i hope you like it dear!)

a/n: hi everyone!!! this is my first ever lengthy fic, so pls have mercy on me. i had a lotta fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy!!!! much much much much MUCH love <333 (feel free to give feedback and your opinions!)

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masterlist ||  disclaimer: all works marked with M will contain explicit sexual content – do not read these stories if you are under 18 years old. © angelicyoongie, all rights reserved. do not translate/repost my work. 

⤷ 1.2k follower event masterlist ⤷ most recent: abundance (chapter fifteen) — 22.03.2021 ⤷ ✓ = finished

⤷ Abundance genre: hybrid au, enemies to lovers/strangers to lovers pairing: ot7 x female reader summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.

Part: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 -> extra: Christmas special

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⤷ Desolate ✓ genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers pairing: yoongi x female reader summary: You just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. So you’re not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

Part: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 (M) - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 (M)

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⤷ Out Of The Woods ✓ genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers pairing: namjoon x female reader summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it’s only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.

Part: 01 - 02 - 03 (M)

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⤷ The Crimson Shell ✓ genre: mermaid au, yandere pairing: jungkook x female reader summary: You had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. But unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

Part: 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 (M) extra: for the love of me (bun!koo / mer!koo)

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.