You and the Boys

Meeting them

Key:

(y/n) = your name

(l/n) = your last name

(l/f/s) = least favorite subject

(f/n) = friend's name

You walked the halls of Midtown High School, dreading class. It was (l/f/s), your least favorite subject. You stopped at your locker, getting your things out for (l/f/s), sighing a little.

You turned, and were headed towards class when you heard a voice. "Hey, (y/n)! You heard about the dance this Friday, right?" One of your friends, Reagan, jogged towards you.

"Yeah," you said. "But who would go with me? I'm not exactly expecting anyone to ask me. So I might just go with (f/n) and you."

"Yep, that's probably what's going to happen to me. Us losers need to stick together." The 'go' bell rang, signaling the students to get to class. Reagan hurried off to whatever class she had. You sighed a little inwardly. You really did want to go to the dance with someone other than your friends for once. But with who, you weren't so sure.

You slid into your desk in (l/f/s), cursing the person that ever thought (l/f/s) would be good to teach in a school. The teacher started talking, so you began to zone out.

Peter – Noticed

"You slid into your desk in (l/f/s), cursing the person that ever thought (l/f/s) would be good to teach in a school. The teacher started talking, so you began to zone out."

The door slamming open jarred you out of your daydream. You looked to see Peter Parker standing in the door frame, his hair chestnut brown hair mussed, and his blue eyes wide. He looked like he'd been through a tornado.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Walker! I...uh..." He faltered for a moment, the entire class plus the teacher staring at him.

"...got hit by a taxi?" Peter finished, sliding into a desk.

Mr. Walker raised an eyebrow, but then went back to teaching. You thought it was suspicious, too. While Peter did have some big bruises on his arms, he didn't really look like he'd been hit by a taxi. You made a mental note to talk to him when class was over.

When you finally made it through (l/f/s), you saw Peter struggling to get his locker open. Remembering your note to yourself, you headed towards him. "Here," you said. "Let me help you with that." The lock was jammed, you'd had that problem yourself before. You banged it on the locker door a few times, and it sprung open.

Peter smiled at you. "Thanks, uh...what's your name? I haven't seen you around before..."

"It's (y/n). And I'm not surprised. I tend to blend in a lot." You looked down at your shoes. Cool kids never payed any attention to you.

"Well, thanks, (y/n). And what I wouldn't give to blend in. I stick out like a sore thumb. Which results in many people walking all over me..." Peter smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Well, sometimes you just gotta take the high road."

You laughed, bitterly. "People walk all over me, too, but mostly because they don't see me. At least people pay attention to you. Notice you. It's not much fun doing what feels like screaming into an abyss."

Peter smirked. "You know, you're talking to me now, so...consider yourself noticed." The 'go' bell rang, and Peter walked away from you. "See ya, (y/n)," he called after you.

You stood in front of his locker, stunned.

And then you grinned.

Luke – The Project

"You slid into your desk in (l/f/s), cursing the person that ever thought (l/f/s) would be good to teach in a school. The teacher started talking, so you began to zone out."

Then someone tapped you on the shoulder. You looked up to see Luke Cage staring back at you. "Uh...(y/n)? Teacher's assigned us to work together for that (l/f/s) project. You in there?"

You blinked rapidly. "Yeah, just...zoned out. Um...if you don't mind me asking...what do we do now?"

Luke smiled slightly. "We now complete the essay together. On why (l/f/s) is important. Got any ideas?"

You snorted. "No. I hate (l/f/s), and I want it to die and burn. And then some."

Luke chuckled. "That's kinda harsh, (y/n). But I can't say I don't agree with ya. Maybe...you might need (l/f/s) in the future if you want to get into college? I'm pretty sure you have to take some exam on it."

You thought. And then you realized you couldn't come up with anything better. "Yeah, let's do that."

"Do what?" You and Luke saw Flash Thompson leaning in to hear what you said. "Listen, I need an idea for the project, and you seem pretty smart, (y/n). Gimme one."

You started to retort, but Luke stepped in. "Look, man, even your tiny little brain should be able to figure this one out. Go drool somewhere else, please."

Flash glared at Luke, but left you alone. You were kind of annoyed that Luke told Flash off for you, but at the same time, you knew that he wouldn't have left you alone if you were the one to say something. So you decided to thank Luke. "Thanks, Luke. Now...back to the project?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "Back to the project. You have a one track mind, (l/n)."

"I just like to focus."

You worked on the project together until the end of class, and then walked out of the room together, still chatting.

Danny – Lost Kitten

"You slid into your desk in (l/f/s), cursing the person that ever thought (l/f/s) would be good to teach in a school. The teacher started talking, so you began to zone out."

The sound of someone saying something, then cheerleaders squealing shook you out of your thoughts.

"OMG, Danny! That's SO CUTE!" Brittany, one of the head cheerleaders, batted her long eyelashes at Danny, who didn't seem to notice, thank god.

Danny had just quietly stated that he had found a kitten the other day, and was asking around to see if it belonged to anybody.

And you were missing a kitten.

Upon hearing this, you immediately jumped out of your desk, and headed over to where Danny and the rabid horde of Danny Fangirls were. "Excuse me? Um, Danny? I think that might be my kitten. He's missing."

Danny smiled at you, his emerald eyes sparkling. "Oh, okay. I'm glad I found him, then. I'll-" Danny's soft voice was cut off by Brittany.

"Danny? I lost a kitten, too. I think he's mine! Can you pretty please drop him off at my house after school? My address is..." Brittany began to rattle off her address, Danny listening.

You couldn't take this. You knew he had your kitten. "Danny, I'll prove it to you. He has long white hair, blue eyes, and small ears. His name is Mr. Bigglesworth, and he's two. And most importantly, he's mine." You folded your arms, not caring what the cheerleader would say.

Danny blinked. "That's right. I'll drop him off at your house tonight, if you want..." He trailed off a little at the end, seeming unsure.

You smiled warmly. "That's fine! I'm glad he's safe. Thank you so much for finding him!"

Danny brushed his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. "No problem." Ignoring the seething cheerleaders behind you, you sat back down, you looking at Danny, and Danny looking at you.

And as you looked into those kind emerald eyes, you knew you liked him.

Sam – Sleep Talk

"You slid into your desk in (l/f/s), cursing the person that ever thought (l/f/s) would be good to teach in a school. The teacher started talking, so you began to zone out."

You stared out the window, drifting into your own little world, when someone snored in the desk next to you.

You glanced over and saw Sam Alexander, his nostrils flaring with each snore.

You decided to do him a favor, and reached over to flick his head, but hesitated. He looked so...peaceful. And kind of cute. In a way.

You smiled affectionately, and stroked his spiky black hair. Sam snorted, and mumbled something in his sleep. It sounded something like "That feels good, Jinin..."

You had no idea who Jinin or what Jinin was, but you decided to mess with him a little. "Sam," you whispered. "It's (y/n)."

"(y/n)?" He repeated. "Hi, (y/n)...you look nice today...sure, I'll go out with you...oh, you'll be paying, good..." He drifted back off again.

What? You laughed as quietly as he snored. How did he even know you? He was Sam, and you were...you. Nobody. Just another face in the crowd.

The teacher, Mr. Walker, asked a question. You didn't pay attention to the question he asked, you payed attention to the askee. Sam.

"Alright, Sam? Do you know?" Your eyes went wide as you frantically shook Sam. "Sam!" You hissed. "Wake up!"

He blinked his eyes groggily, but didn't answer, so it was time to take matters into your own hands. "Um, Mr. Walker? Can I answer this one?"

Mr. Walker turned to you. "Of course, (y/n)."

You hastily answered, and class was back to normal.

After class, you saw Sam standing by your locker. "Oh, hey Sam," you said, unlocking it.

"Hey. So, uh...(y/n)...you kinda took a bullet for me back there. Um...thanks, I guess..." He shoved his hands in his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. You knew this was probably all you were going to get out of Sam as a thank you. "You're welcome. It wasn't really a bullet, you know. It was a (l/f/s) question."

Sam waved his hand dismissively. "Same thing. They both hurt."

You laughed. "Yeah, I've gotta agree with you there. And man, you say some WEIRD stuff in your sleep. Like, who's Jinin?"

Sam's eyes widened, color rising to his cheeks. "You heard that?"

You smirked. "All of it."

He sighed. "Well...Jinin is a friend."

"You sounded like you like her."

He shook his head wildly. "No! No, I don't. She's just a friend. Actually, I think she hates me right now..."

"Ha. Well, I've gotta get to class. You should sleep more."

He smiled. "As you can tell, I'm up all night dreaming."

I haven't seen any of these for USM, so I decided to write my own. If anyone else wants to try preferences or one shots too, I'm all for it! I PROMISE to read and review!

I take requests for certain scenarios for preferences (like this one, where the scenario was meeting the boy), requests for certain Reader/USM Boy one shots (where the reader is shipped with a USM Boy, e.g. Danny, and a scenario, e.g. Danny going back to K'un L'un), and requests for OC/USM Boy one shots (Where your OC is shipped with a USM Boy). If you want the third, PM me an OC form.

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