#also there's like 2 of you that I'm staring at throughout the country and the ages

[shuuuuush]

CAN I KISS YOU YET? [Sharky]

Summary: Last-minute flight confessions

Warnings: none

A/N: Legit have been trying to come up with fics by listening to music, had this song on repeat, "Can I Kiss You?" By Dahl. It's inspired by the song, and you can listen to it at the bottom! Also not proofread !

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2 years? Was that how long you knew Sharky for?

No. That was how long you loved him. You have known him since forever.

Ever since then, conversations with him have just changed. Every word, every eye contact you both made, just turned your stomach upside down, and you were sure you could have almost had heart attacks with the way he made your heart skip a beat on multiple occasions.

You've been building up the courage to start a conversation on this one topic.

Your feelings.

But what's holding you back though? You've got nothing to lose.

Except maybe your courage, or maybe your well-built friendship with him. Is it worth the loss? You decided yes it is. It is because maybe you have a chance.

You'd have to tell him soon anyway because he was about to leave for another country to film a beta squad video.

Thinking it through, if you told him at the airport before he left, maybe he would think about it throughout his trip?

Or maybe you were just trying to convince yourself that you wouldn't be hurt if he said no.

After all, flights and airports usually are the start of something new.

Half an hour before the flight leaves, you go see off the beta squad. Hugging and wishing each one a safe flight.

When you get to Sharky you hesitate for a bit before hugging him as well.

You could stay in his embrace forever. That's how much you loved him.

When you let go, he held onto your waist for a little bit and told you. "Stay safe, too, Y/N."

You were about to speak when he let go, and the others told him they had to board the plane real soon.

Are you just going to let him go without telling him?

Without thinking straight, you grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving quickly, causing a confused reaction from the taller man.

"Now or never, " you thought.

"Y/N, what-"

"Sharky, I love you." Avoiding eye contact, looking anywhere but him to remain having a good composure. Taking a deep breath, you continued,

"I've known you for so long, and you still make me nervous. Maybe I'm just imagining things, but when you look at me, I hope you don't look at me as a friend."

And then you looked up at him.

To you, it was dead silent, not even the slightest scatter of wheels from other people's suitcases could be heard. Staring into those beautiful brown chocolate eyes. Hoping, begging for him to say something.

Anything, something to let you know that maybe for once what you did was right.

And then laughter, a beautiful smile erupted from the man in front of you. His angelic voice still sends you butterflies.

"So can I kiss you?"

And with a simple nod, he wastes no time in grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him and capturing this perfect moment with a delicate kiss.

It felt so familiar, like your lips were both made for each other. And you felt so relieved that he felt the same way.

You pulled away and lingered there, centimetres apart for a split second before diving into another kiss.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and him grinning into the kiss, tightening his grip around your waist.

You felt joy bubbling up inside of you, and you knew that after this, there was no going back, and you think it is worth it to be with Sharky.

Pulling away for air, he takes hold of your cheek, lovingly rubbing his thumb against it. "You know, I've been picturing this moment since forever. And I'll be honest, I was a bit impatiently waiting to see if you liked me back or not. And I'm so glad you do."

Off near the gate of the door, the boys whooped and cheered for their boy Sharky, glad to know that he finally found someone, and someone they can trust too.

Sharky laughed and caused you to do the same as he put a thumbs up to the guys.

"Congrats, Sharky! But we really gotta go on this plane!" Niko shouted, cupping his hands over his mouth to make sure it was loud enough for Sharky to hear.

Rolling his eyes, he shouted an 'ok' back. And then he looked back at you again. This time in his eyes, it's not full of confusion but of love, a longing trust and relief that you do love him, and he loves you back.

He shook his head and smiled, and pointed to his cheek, and you just chuckled, reaching up to kiss his cheek quickly. "I love it when you look at me like that."

"Just hurry up and come back to me. You'll be late on your flight now." You laughed as you slightly shoved him towards the gate.

"I'll come back to you !" He shouted right before entering the gate. He waved at you, and you returned it as the flight attendant closed the door.

You smiled to yourself because you knew he would, and you were so glad you told him. You sure aren't forgetting this moment at all.

(And Aj caught the whole thing on camera and sent it to you, so you definitely aren't going to watch this over and over again. )

Taglist: @b4tasquad, @p3drii, @n1kodl, @elora-k, @slutforpablogavi, @enhacolor

#beta squad #sharky #sharky x reader #sharky x you #sharky imagines #sharky oneshots #shuuuuush fics

[jusalle]

Richarlison Imagine!

•You tried your best•

Richarlison Pov:

I tried so damn hard. Just to be subbed out eventually. I knew I wasn't doing the best. I had faith I would do better. I thought they would put me back in eventually.

They subbed me out at the 84th minute. I switched with Pedro.

We were doing so damn good against Croatia when it was 1-0, but once it hit 1-1 everything just went downhill

We had to do penalties because we already went with overtime and that didn't uneven things out, it started off good but then we ended to 4-2. Even though I wasn't in the game during the penalties, I feel like let down everyone even my country.

The game finished 10 minutes ago. I'm just standing in the middle of the field. I look around at the crowed of people and see them just staring. Then I look at my teamates and I see Ney crying. Once I saw that it broke me. I look into the stands one more time

I see my beautiful wife. Her eyes have tears in them. She had believed in me, I let my own wife down. That's when everything hit me.

Tears start filling my eyes, making my eyes blurry, my head hurting from the tears.

I let everyone down today

Readers Pov:

Brazil is now eliminated. I see my husband just standing on the field. He just looks around and once he sees me, his face just breaks.

Meu Amor is crying.

I know its rough but it's not his fault. I'm proud of him. Especially he made it this far into the stages. He could never disappoint me.

I see him walking to the lockerooms by himself and I decide to see how he's doing.

I walk into the lockeroom. The sound of banging goes throughout my ears. I see Richarlison just banging on the lockers, his face full of tears. He can't even take a second to breathe.

Once he sees me he completely just breaks down.

"I-I-.. I'm sorry Y/n, if only I've don't better and I know I disappointed you and probably hate me like everyone else. I let down my own country and my own wif-"

You didn't want him talking anymore. Especially the way he as talking in between sobs was breaking my heart.

You go up to him and give him a big hug as he puts his head on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat.

"Meu Amor, you did so good today, never ever doubt yourself, next world cup you'll come stronger than ever. Also you can never disappoint me. I was so proud on how you were doing Amor. You country loves you Richarlison De Andrade. You are the heart of Brazil Amor. Your the best player I know"

By now Richarlison has calmed down. You always knew how to calm him down. All he had to do was listen to your heartbeat and just focus on what your saying.

He gets up from the position he was in and cups my face and stares in at me.

"Meu Amor, you don't know how lucky I am to have you. I really don't deserve your support and love. Your too good for me Amor. Thank you for everything."

Richarlison got all his stuff and you decided it was better to go straight home and relax.

The car ride home was silent. Which didn't suprise me because I knew Richarlison was still upset.

You guys got home and you guys get everything out and go inside. You guys get ready for bed and decide to go on the couch to relax.

You two sat in silence. It wasn't a awkward silence, it was a silence where you just want to be in eachother presence.

"You tried you best Meu Amor, don't listen to what those stupid people say about you. Your the greatest player I know. Don't beat yourself up about it. You said quietly, not knowing how he's going to respond

He just nods and kisses you gently and caressing your cheek.

"Amor, I really don't deserve you. But thank you for being with me since day one and always dealing with my bullshit even though sometimes I can be annoying and an asshole somtimes."

You just chuckle at what your Husband said about himself.

"Meu Amor, if we're in this together. I'll always be by your side no matter what. You did fantastic today. Don't listen to people. Things happend for a reason Amor, things will eventually come your way soon."

He just smiles at me and lays on my chest again.

Listening to my heartbeat

HELLOO lovelies, ik this is short but this one is based on today's game. I hope you guys enjoyed. ALSO if yall have request ILL GLADY ACCEPT💛🐦

#world cup #brazil #richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison imagine #richarlison one shot #richarlison x reader

[illmetkismet]

I'm so sorry if you've talked about this before, but if not, i wanted to ask you what's your opinion on 4make Leon? Do you think he's still a bit like that 21 yr old rookie he was in Racoon City?

:)

Eeeeeee thank you for the ask!! I talked about the ways Leon changes between 2 and 4 a bit in this post (and specifically the second part in the reblog), but more in a general sense. To get more specific, I think re4r Leon still has the same core values he did when he was a baby boy rookie - he's kind, he's selfless, he wants to help people so badly - but Raccoon City made an open wound out of him, and the intervening years between then and when we meet him again in 4 have scabbed the wound over and then mangled him with emotional scar tissue.

Let's start with some good: re2r Leon had kind of a naive trust in authority figures that led him to do some shitty stuff. I'm thinking specifically not letting the reporter out of the holding cell, insisting he has to talk to Irons first, because there must be a reason he's in there, right? Even in the face of a zombie apocalypse, Rookie Leon was like, "The carceral system makes sense, actually." And I'm sure him helping Ada, and being so difficult to dissuade from doing so in the end, had to do not just with his crush on her, but also with her telling him she was FBI. The one time his easy trust of authority figures pays off is with Marvin, but let's not talk about that 🥺

Re4r, on the other hand, opens with Leon basically monologuing about how much he hates the government and then having an uneasy car ride with two cops. You get the distinct impression that he's trying to be civil but he finds the implication that they don't want to be there or help him kinda distasteful. He sees them for what they are: lazy country cops who don't take their duties seriously, and that ticks him off. So right off the bat we see a Leon who's kinda withdrawn (he spends most of the cutscene staring out the car window) and who hasn't retained that blind adoration of a police uniform.

Him meeting Luis and immediately clocking him as 'fishy' is another great character beat. In the OG he just takes Luis at his word about being a cop, but in the remake he asks Hunnigan to look into him, which not only shows us he's not as naive anymore, but actually helps advance their story and relationship in a way the OG never did. They get to have that confrontation later about Luis working for Umbrella, and then Leon has to work his way towards trusting Luis enough to rely on him for the medicine and for help getting to Ashley.

So he's less naive, which is the good, but the bad.... Oh man, the bad... Along with his naivete in 2, he was also kind of an optimist. That's been almost thoroughly beaten out of him by 4 - he's withdrawn, quiet, depressed, and traumatized. We see it so clearly because it stands in such stark contrast to his central motivation in the game: that this time it can be different. He hasn't fully given up on optimism; there's a tiny spark of it in his heart still, and all throughout 4 he's desperate to keep it alive by trying to save Ashley, to connect with Ada, to trust Luis, even in trying to talk Krauser down while they fight.

It feels like in 4 he's mourning the rookie he used to be. He's not as trusting or earnest or open. Instead, he's closed off and brooding, and he uses humour as a crutch, as a way to distance himself from the horror of the situation he's in. So he's clearly developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with his trauma.

I know you didn't ask about 6, but I think what they do with a 6 remake could be really interesting in how things go for Leon from here! 6, as it is now, and the way it segues into Vendetta, follows a through line of a Leon whose little flame of optimism pretty much gets extinguished. In re4 OG we don't get the ending cutscene of him and Ashley looking hopefully at the sunrise, and I think that could be the crux of things going differently for him. The 'things could be different' premise gets resolved in the remake - things ARE different this time! I really hope they carry that over to the rest of the remakes and don't take Leon down the same road of depression and alcoholism... That's a lot to hope for, since it seems like they intend for Vendetta to remain canon, but that's what I want to see, personally.

I want Leon to reclaim the positive aspects of the rookie he used to be, now that he's shed the negatives, and to fan that little flame of hope in his heart until he fucking burns with it!! Resi in general could use some hope, I think!! I'm just not a fan of where they left Leon at the end of Death Island, as this flippant, resigned guy who, ok, is not an alcoholic anymore, but now he's just a toy soldier. Same with Chris in 8, kinda, but that's a whole other can of worms!

Thank u for the ask again - I hope my Leon rambling answered your question 😅

#leon kennedy #resident evil

[clickerflight]

October 2023 - Sandstorm: Part 1

Here we go. So, instead of doing Whumptober, I decided to just write a whole short story about Matsu and Laurance from the Adventurers. You can read more about the Adventurers in my challenges on my masterlist.

So, I already have a bit written of this story, and the plan is that I'm posting three google doc pages a day until I run out of story. This means that this project could go on past October or run out before October ends. We shall see.

If you would like to be tagged for parts of this short story, let me know. If you would like to be tagged in any and all Adventurers stuff I may write in the future, also let me know.

Let's get started.

Masterlist

Content: Burst eardrums, drugging

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“Are we there yet?” Matsu murmured good naturedly to Laurance, who snorted. 

“Let’s see, looks like we have approximately 2 days 3 hours and 50 minutes left in our trip,” Laurance said, checking the imaginary watch on his wrist. “About 20 minutes less since the last time you asked me.”

Matsu smiled as Laurance continued, “Look man, if you’ve run out of things to talk about, that’s on you.”

“Well, you’ve already banned me from talking about the heat, the sand, and what I think the sand dunes in the distance look like, so what else is there?”

Laurance rolled his eyes shifting his weight as his carromount slid a little in the sand, walking a little too close to the edge of the dune they were traveling over. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Laurance said, patting his carromount’s neck gently which had the beast’s long, snaking neck twisting so he could lick at Laurance’s fingers to let him know he was okay. “We could write beautiful sonnets about our lovely wives to perform at them when we get home.”

Matsu groaned. “Does Anisha even like that?”

Laurance frowned, thinking about it. “She would appreciate the effort.”

“Mmm, mine would lovingly throw a wrench at me,” Matsu replied. 

“Only cause your sonnets are terrible. There is an unwritten rule across the galaxy that says that terrible performers get things thrown at them. You should be honored that your performances produce such strong emotions,” Laurance said. “That is what it is to be an artist.”

Matsu rolled his eyes, turning his attention to the carromounts ahead of them, fixing his head scarf and the wide band of dark glass that kept the sun from hurting his eyes too much. There were three beasts with riders ahead of them and two more behind with the carromounts carrying supplies behind that. One of the three ahead of them was an ambassador they were escorting, dressed in fine silks under her sun cloak. The two guards with her were men from her country, the two behind them were men hired at the last city they were at to make sure they didn’t get lost, and Laurance and Matsu were there to make sure that no one portalled in and kidnapped her ladyship while they crossed the desert. 

Not like that was very likely. She was traveling to make a very uncontroversial deal, from what Matsu understood, and he was still a little miffed about being asked to come. He and Laurance were extreme overkill being from one of the most overpowered resource teams the Kahtir had to offer, but here he was, a half mer out in a desert, escorting an ambassador who clearly didn’t think very much of them. 

She was probably from the group of politicians who would like to see the Kahtir destroyed, no matter the help and services they provided throughout the galaxy. 

Matsu honestly just wanted to go home.

Laurance noticed his friend’s mood easily enough and said, “Cheer up, Tsu. We’ll be home soon. We should go out to a lake or ocean somewhere after this.”

Matsu did like the sound of that. “Only if you’re ready to spend days there. Once I hit the water, I am not leaving for, like, a week.”

Laurance laughed. “That’s fair. I wouldn’t mind-”

Laurance straightened up on his carromount, staring out across the sand dunes. Matsu did the same, looking out where his teammate was looking. 

The horizon warped strangely, and not in the way it usually did under the heat of the sun. 

Laurance switched over into the Ambassador's language and called out, “Halt! Stop! There’s a Wyrm coming!”

The rest of their party reacted quickly, getting off of their carromounts and getting them to lay down silently, sitting alongside them as well. 

Laurance slid off his carromount, calling one of his swords to him by magic while coaxing his mount to lay down. 

The beast did so willingly as Matsu drew his enchanted crossbow, magic humming at the strings as the two stood still in the sands, watching the ripple in the sands silently. 

Laurance tracked the movement, narrowing his eyes at it as it twisted and turned in a typical searching pattern. He calculated that it would pass right on by their little group just fine, unable to sense them if no one moved and shifted the sand too much. 

The ancient creature bubbled the sand around itself as it burrowed past them. The carrowbeasts, now confronted with their number one predator, sat absolutely still in the sands. Laurance felt the rumbling up through his legs as the creature finally moved past them. 

Still, they would need to stand in silence for a little while long to make sure it didn’t hear them and come back for them, which wouldn’t be a problem because Laurance had told everyone over and over again what they would need to do if a wyrm crossed their path so-

One of the ambassador’s personal guards stood up, already chattering to his companions, relief filling his face. 

“Hold,” Laurance hissed. “Be still.”

But a horrible, excited shriek had filled the earth around them, vibrating the sand enough that Laurance found himself sinking in up to his ankles. 

Laurance forced himself out with an angry growl, throwing a glare at the guard who had gone ghostly pale.

Matsu was already on the move, his scarves and sun coat fluttering around him as he traveled over the sand. 

This was Matsu and Laurance’s other job on this mission. Fight off creatures too big for any sane person to take on. 

Matsu let off a bolt of light, timed just right as the creature’s massive head broke the surface of the dunes. 

The bolt struck the wyrm in the jaw, unhinging its left side. It screamed again, this time loud enough to send Matsu to the sand, holding bleeding ears as we waited for them to heal. 

Laurance was already running past him. He reached down for extra strength and magic, pulling at his power hard enough that black colorations saturated up his wrists from his fingers and demonic horns curled up over his head from his temples. 

Matsu had blasted the wyrm’s jaw so it couldn’t plow back into the earth properly. It tried eagerly, but it only caused itself more and more damage with each attempt. 

Laurance leapt, the sand taking a lot of his momentum, but still allowing him to bring his sword down into the creature’s rubbery flesh and use it as an anchor point to keep from falling. 

“This always happens,” he muttered to himself in his own language as he hauled himself up using the sword and his clawed fingers. “Every time, a mission is going smoothly and we tell everyone what to do, and some idiot messes it up every single time and now I have to kill a wyrm and-”

Laurance’s tirade against the stupidity of people in general was cut short as the creature shook its head hard, trying to shake him off. 

Laurance clung to its head with his claws, tucking his chin to his chest to keep from getting his head whipped from side to side. He managed to kick off his boots, the momentum of the Wyrm’s shaking sending them flying to who knows where, but without them, Laurance could dig clawed toes into flesh as well, making it so he could actually get somewhere where he could kill the worm. 

It was also nice to lose the shoes in general. His demon feet were typically larger than his normal feet because of the extra toes. 

He scrambled up, leaving the sword where it was and searching for somewhere lethal to stab the beast. 

‘Three handwidths in from the middle divot,’ Matsu said through the bond. 

“Thanks,” Laurance muttered, not really able to muster the concentration to send it back through the bond as he found the spot. He summoned a long dagger and lifted it over his head with one hand before jamming it deep  into the Wyrm’s flesh. 

The Wyrm shrieked madly, writhing and twitching. Laurance heard something rumble, like a very muffled explosion. Matsu must have sent some sort of incendiary spell, potion, or device down into the Wyrm’s throat to see if he could explode its main heart. 

The Wyrm shuddered and Laurance twisted the blade in deeper. The world was still for just a moment, the wyrm’s writhing stopping. 

Then, Laurance was falling along with the head. It slammed to the ground and he clung to it as it bounced up and then hit the ground again. 

“Who got the kill?” Matsu called, hurrying over. 

“Heck if I know,” Laurance replied. “We can say it’s both of ours, right?”

“Not as fun,” Matsu replied, looking over the Wyrm with his hands on his hips. “Look at that…. I’m going to collect some of it’s globberstoff.”

“Cool, yeah,” Laurance said, standing up and jerking his blades out of the Wyrm’s heads and giving them a preliminary wipe down before sending them back to his weapons room where he summoned them from, mentally promising to clean them thoroughly when they made camp later. “Hey, you didn’t happen to see where my shoes went, did you?”

“Oh, yeah, I did. Over past that dune,” Matsu said, pointing before he crouched down and summoned a staff from his own weapon’s room to prop the Wyrm’s mouth open to collect the slime he wanted. 

Laurance nodded and gave a faint wave to the rest of their party, letting them know everything was alright as his demon qualities faded away and he went out to find his shoes. 

He sighed softly to himself, the sand hot under his feet though unable to really burn him as he spotted one of his shoes. 

He bent down to pick it up, hearing someone coming down the sand dune towards him. 

He looked up to see the ambassador and one of her guards, the smarter one, coming down to him. 

“That was incredible!” the ambassador called, impressed as the two hired men from town stood on the ridge, standing on the lookout. “The Kahtir really sent me their finest warriors.”

“Thanks,” Laurance said, looking around for his other shoe. “It’s not too hard to kill Wyrms once you know the trick, actually. Now, did you see where my other shoe went?”

“Oh, I think I see it over there,” the ambassador said. Laurance turned to look when he felt something prick at his neck. 

He stumbled away, slapping his hand over the spot to see the guard standing with something pointy in hand and the ambassador grinning, but that was as far as he got before his body suddenly gave out on him. 

Part 2

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[stories-poetry4all]

My ex BF betrayed me, However, ater getting drunk, I stay a night with his brother-in-law in a bar...

In a dimly-lit hotel room...

The lights were suddenly flicked on.

The bright light made Rena Gordon squint, but when her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she saw the face of the man in front of her clearly.

It was Waylen Fowler—the most sought-after lawyer across the country. He was very famous in law circles, and he was an elite with countless assets.

But most importantly, he was the future brother-in-law of her boyfriend Harold Moore, who had just betrayed her.

Earlier tonight, her ex-boyfriend announced his engagement—with another woman. Rena was so devastated that she got drunk at a bar. Under the influence of alcohol and the strange man's charm, she somehow ended up here.

Now that Harold was marrying a rich girl regardless of his four-year relationship with her, then she could also indulge herself a little, right?

But the light made Rena sober up instantly.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Leaning against the wall, Waylen lit a cigarette. After taking a long drag, he looked her up and down and said playfully, "Very interesting, Miss Gordon."

He flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked with a faint smile, "What were you thinking about just now when you hugged me? Did you try to make Harold jealous?"

Obviously, Waylen also recognized her now.

Rena couldn't pretend that she didn't know this man.

After all, Waylen was famous. She just didn't recognize him earlier because of the alcohol.

She knew that she couldn't afford to offend such a big shot, so she lowered her head and apologized meekly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fowler. I drank too much."

Fortunately, he didn't make things difficult for her. After finishing off his cigarette, he stood up straight and tossed a coat at her. "Put it on. I'll drive you back."

Rena thanked him softly.

In Waylen's Bentley, while neither of the two spoke all throughout the drive, Rena would occasionally steal glances at him.

The man had an angular face and a perfectly chiseled jawline. Although she didn't know the brand of his shirt, she could see that it was very expensive.

Rena guessed that there must've been tons of women lining up to date this man.

After a few minutes of silence, Waylen stopped the car in front of their destination. He turned his head slightly and stared at her for a few seconds before finally handing her his business card.

Rena knew what this meant.

But she was surprised that he was still interested in her after finding out who she was.

Although he was charming, Rena hesitated. It was a bad idea to get entangled with a big shot like him, so she said, "Mr. Fowler, we'd better not stay in contact."

Waylen shrugged indifferently.

Rena was indeed beautiful, but he wouldn't press her if she was not interested.

So he tucked his business card back in his pocket and said, "Being conservative suits you."

Rena was a little embarrassed, but before she could respond, Waylen got out of the car and opened the door for her like a gentleman. She almost wondered if it was all just a dream and that nothing had actually happened between them tonight.

As soon as she got out, the car slowly drove away.

A cool breeze blew over, sending shivers down her spine. Only then did she realize that she had forgotten to return the coat to him.

When she was hesitating whether she should try to catch up to him or not, her phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, she saw that it was her stepmother Eloise calling. The latter's anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line, saying, "Rena, come back home now! Something bad happened!"

Rena tried to ask her about it, but Eloise couldn't make it clear on the phone and just pleaded with her to go back home as soon as possible.

Chapter 2 No Ordinary Man

As soon as Rena burst inside the house, she found Eloise sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying.

Rena looked around and asked anxiously, "What happened, Eloise? Where's Dad?"

Eloise was the second wife of Rena's father.

She couldn't help but break down at the mention of her husband.

"Harold is so cruel! When the Moore Group was in trouble a few years ago, you never gave up on him. Now that the Moore Group has gained its footing, he not only dumped you but even tried to send your father to prison! Your father is now in the detention center because of that ungrateful boy!"

After a short pause, Rena said in a low voice, "Let me talk to Harold first."

Although they had broken things off, they had been together for a long time. She believed that Harold wouldn't be so ruthless.

She dialed his number. Soon, the call connected.

Rena pleaded, "Harold, we've split up already. Please don't vent your anger on my father."

However, Harold simply sneered coldly.

"Someone has to be held responsible for the losses."

Rena still wanted to plead for mercy, but Harold spoke first.

"There is actually another way out of this... As long as you're willing to be with me secretly for five years, I'll let your father go."

Rena's jaw went slack.

She had no idea that her ex could be so shameless.

Rena trembled with anger. "Harold, you make me sick!"

Harold replied playfully, "You've always known what kind of person I am, right?"

Rena gritted her teeth and spat, "I refuse! No way!"

Harold sneered indifferently. "Then you'd better hire a good lawyer for your father. After all, such a large amount of money will put him behind bars for at least a decade."

Rena shot back, "I'll hire the best lawyer in the country!"

"You mean Waylen?" Harold chuckled smugly. "Have you forgotten that he's my future brother-in-law? Will he really help you with the lawsuit?"

Rena clenched her fists so tightly, her knuckles turned white. She found that she had no way to retort.

Harold smirked and said, "Rena, I'll wait for you to beg me to take you back!"

Rena hung up the phone abruptly, too angry to keep listening to that man's nonsense.

Having overheard their conversation, Eloise cursed, "What a heartless man! Don't worry, Rena. We will never let him hurt you!"

Angry tears streamed down Eloise's cheeks. "But Harold's right. Mr. Fowler is his future brother-in-law. Why would he help us? Rena, there has to be a solution..."

Rena lowered her head.

After a while, she said in a low voice, "I met Mr. Fowler once. I'll try to talk to him."

Eloise looked at her in disbelief. She was a particularly discerning woman.

Only then did she notice that Rena reeked of alcohol. Seeing the man's coat draped around her shoulders, she guessed what had happened.

But she didn't confront Rena about it.

*

It was not easy for Rena to meet Waylen again.

In the hall of Sterling Law Firm, the receptionist politely rejected Rena's request. "I'm afraid I can't let you go upstairs without an appointment, miss."

Rena pursed her lips, regretting not taking the man's business card last night.

"When's his next available slot?" she asked anxiously.

The receptionist checked and said, "Half a month from now."

Rena's heart sank to her stomach.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open and a man and a woman walked out.

The man was Waylen!

He was dressed in a custom black suit, looking like the top 1% of society.

The woman, on the other hand, was unknown to Rena. She looked about thirty years old and was extremely attractive.

Waylen's eyes met Rena's, but he acted as though he didn't know her and escorted the client to the door.

He shook hands with the woman and said goodbye.

The woman said softly, "If it weren't for you, Mr. Fowler, I wouldn't have gotten a cent out of my ex-husband! You have no idea how stingy he was with me after he got another woman..."

Waylen smiled faintly. "All part of the job."

The woman then looked him up and down and asked, "Mr. Fowler, would you like to join me for a drink tonight?"

Rena looked at the beautiful woman and thought that no ordinary man could refuse her.

But Waylen was no ordinary man.

He glanced at his wristwatch and politely refused. "I'm afraid I have an appointment tonight."

The woman was sensible. She knew that he wasn't interested in her and was just polite enough not to say it outright.

She said goodbye to him, got in the car, and left.

Now that the woman was gone, Waylen went straight to the front desk and asked Rena, "Have you changed your mind?"

Chapter 3 Mr. Fowler Is A Hypocrite!

Rena visibly stiffened.

She awkwardly held up a paper bag and explained, "I came to return your coat."

Waylen nodded and took the paper bag.

"Thank you." Then without saying anything more, he walked straight towards the elevator.

Rena snapped out of her trance and hurried to catch up with him. "Mr. Fowler, there's something I..."

The elevator doors slid open as soon as Waylen pressed the button. Without hesitation, Rena followed him in.

Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes at her inquisitively.

Then he smoothed his shirt and said indifferently, "I'm not taking your case."

Rena fell silent.

It seemed that Waylen already knew about the matter regarding her father!

She lowered her head and asked softly, "Did Harold ask you not to take my case?"

Waylen looked at her in the mirror-like wall and smiled. "No. I just don't like mixing my private affairs with work."

Rena understood what he meant. If she wanted to do something else with him, he was more than willing. But if she came to him for anything related to work, she could just forget about it.

Her ears turned red from embarrassment.

But once again, Waylen didn't force her to do anything.

Although she was beautiful, it wasn't enough for him to sacrifice his principles.

Soon, the elevator stopped at the twenty-eighth floor.

Waylen's secretary was waiting at the elevator door. She was surprised to see Rena with him, but because of her years of working for this man, she knew better than to say anything. "Mr. Fowler, your client has arrived," she said politely.

Waylen tossed the paper bag to his secretary and said, "Send it to the dry cleaners."

The secretary nodded and left.

Waylen lowered his head and started tinkering with his phone. Without looking up, he said to Rena, "Find another lawyer. And you shouldn't compromise your integrity for favors. It's distasteful."

Then he walked out of the elevator just before the doors slid to a close.

Rena gritted her teeth.

What a hypocrite!

At home, Eloise was getting more and more anxious. Rena was under great pressure, so she decided to meet up with her college classmate, Vera Byrd.

Vera had gotten married to a rich man from Duefron City right after graduation. Her husband had a wide range of contacts.

Left with nowhere to turn, Rena asked Vera for help.

They met up in a cafe, and Rena wasted no time to tell her friend everything that transpired.

Vera chewed Harold out vehemently. After she vented her anger, she thought for a while and asked, "Did that really happen between you and Waylen?"

Rena blushed and stirred her coffee stiffly.

Vera lowered her voice and teased, "Rena, you're really something! Even those celebrities can hardly get Waylen's attention. There's rarely any gossip about him."

Rena smiled bitterly and changed the subject. "Anyway, I had no choice but to turn to you, Vera."

Waylen held great power and prestige in the upper echelons of society. Vera could easily offend him if she dared to help Rena.

But Vera was Rena's loyal friend. Using her connections, she quickly found out Waylen's schedule.

*

On Saturday, Waylen had a golf appointment with someone at the country club at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Rena went to the country club with Vera and her husband at the appointed time. To her great surprise though, Harold was also there.

She was quite stunned at the sudden turn of events.

Vera pinched her husband's arm hard and whined, "Why didn't you tell us that Harold would also be here? How can Rena ask Waylen for help now?"

Vera's husband apologized profusely. "I'm sorry, Rena! I didn't know, I swear!"

Before Rena could back out, Waylen had already seen them.

He was dressed in white golf attire, looking rich and handsome. He was so tall that he stood out among the crowd.

Just like at the law firm, Waylen pretended not to know Rena and only greeted Vera's husband.

Vera's husband was flattered, so he smiled back.

Then Waylen glanced at Rena.

Rena had deliberately worn clothes that highlighted her good figure.

And her long, wavy brown hair was tied in a neat bun, which added to her charm.

Waylen glanced at her and asked casually, "And you are...?"

Chapter 4 Focus, Miss Gordon!

Waylen pretended not to know Rena. Vera's husband, however, was quite sensible and didn't expose his lie.

"Mr. Fowler, this is Vera's college classmate, Miss Rena Gordon. She's a piano teacher."

Waylen chuckled knowingly. "Nice to meet you, Miss Gordon!"

With a faint smile on his face, he stretched out his hand like a real gentleman.

Around them, the other elite men looked over curiously. When they saw that the pretty Rena was here for Waylen, they were green with envy.

Someone even commented, "Mr. Fowler, you're a lucky man."

Rena was a little inexperienced and had never been in this situation before. Being talked about so openly, she couldn't help but blush and timidly reach out her small hand.

Waylen's big hand shook hers.

Then he let go of her hand and said with a charming smile, "Miss Gordon, would you like to play a round of golf with me?"

Without waiting for a response, he turned around and started walking towards the court, as though he wasn't going to let her refuse.

Rena had no choice but to follow him.

Behind her, Harold held the golf club and watched them with a straight face.

Waylen was in a good mood today, so he didn't grow impatient even though Rena said she didn't know how to play golf.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you!"

As soon as Waylen said this, everyone knew what he was really after, even the naive Rena.

Waylen was deliberately trying to get close to her—which meant that he didn't like Harold and he wanted to test him!

As he moved closer to her, she could feel the heat from him.

Rena couldn't help but blush.

"Focus, Miss Gordon!" Waylen whispered into her ear.

Rena froze.

Then he guided her arms for the perfect golf swing.

As soon as the ball was sent flying into the distance, the people around them burst into applause. Everyone was eager to flatter Waylen.

"Mr. Fowler and Miss Gordon work with each other so well!"

"Yes, Mr. Fowler taught her very well."

"One more, Mr. Fowler!"

Waylen was used to people talking to him like this.

But Rena wasn't. She blushed furiously.

Waylen chuckled in her ear. "Miss Gordon, shall we hit another one?"

He was really good at playing golf; at their second swing, he got a hole-in-one.

The people around them burst into another round of applause. Waylen waved at them confidently, looking handsome and energetic.

Rena's heart started to race.

She could tell that most women wouldn't be able to resist his charm.

During the break, Rena sat beside Waylen. He didn't talk much. Most of the time, he talked about business with others, and occasionally talked about legal affairs—but he barely talked to her.

Biting her lip, Rena tried to come up with ways to get on his good side.

She handed him a bottled drink and a fresh towel—she attended to him like a considerate servant. Waylen naturally accepted them.

Vera thought this was their chance.

She pulled Rena into the bathroom to have a girl talk. "I didn't expect that Mr. Fowler could also be so easy-going! I've seen him at parties several times before, and he's always been so serious."

Vera didn't want Rena to really fall for Waylen because she doubted he'd marry her. Besides, they also had to deal with Harold.

Rena reassured her softly, "I just want to make him happy so that I can get his help. I'm not that naive, Vera."

Vera sighed in relief.

Just as they were about to leave the restroom, the door was suddenly kicked open. Harold strode in. Before the girls could react, he suddenly gripped Rena’s wrist tightly.

Vera anxiously tried to pull him away from her. "Harold, what are you doing?! Stop it!"

But Harold was a lot stronger than her. Without much effort, he pushed Vera out of the restroom.

The next second, the door was locked from the inside.

Vera pounded the door hard and scolded, "Harold! Open the door! Don't you dare hurt her!"

Harold just turned a deaf ear.

If he wasn't ruthless, how could he have dumped Rena and dealt with her father so cruelly?

Chapter 5 An Absurd Question

Rena, a petite woman, stood no match against Harold no matter how hard she struggled.

In the end, she could only glare at Harold with fiery hatred in her eyes.

When she stopped struggling, Harold finally let go of her and sneered. "You want to hit on Waylen? What makes you think you're good enough for him? Everyone knows that he doesn't get entangled with women easily."

Rena gritted her teeth and cursed the man in front of her inwardly.

She lowered her eyes and said coldly, "This is none of your business."

Harold looked down at her and sneered in disbelief. "You deliberately approached Waylen in front of me. Do you think I really care?"

This man disgusted Rena. She looked up at him with unmasked disdain and spat, "Harold, if you didn't frame my father, I wouldn't have cared who you married at all! Don't flatter yourself!"

Harold stared at her wordlessly.

Rena forced herself to lock eyes with him. She didn't want to show weakness in front of him.

After a long time, Harold sneered. "Rena, you'll be mine one way or another! Just you wait!"

Then he opened the door and left, slamming the door behind him.

The second he was gone, Rena's legs buckled from underneath her. She leaned her head against the wall for support, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks.

What a cruel man!

Over the past four years, Rena had done so much for Harold, but he did nothing but betray her!

Only now did she realize that Harold had been toying with her feelings since the very beginning. He never wanted to marry her!

She was stupid enough to even always daydream about their wedding.

[randomthunk]

I will gladly ignore the wisdom of the theme song and think a lot about Science Dad Dr. Forrester, how he raised Kinga to continue on the great family tradition of being an evil gal to rule the world (or something like ruling the world), and that he probably did those things like “I’ll tie your hair up and then you spin around and that’s how we get your hair in a bun”.

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[leedosbunnyboy]

Juyeon; Until The World Collapses Around Us

Table of Contents | Chapter 2

(Warnings: cursing, apocalyptic themes, mentions of blood and death, Juyeon's younger brother is called Kihyun in this, and this chapter follows Juyeon.)

The dark haired man awoke from his slumber to what he thought was just another day. Little did he know today was anything but normal.

He did his regular routine. Get up, brush his teeth, take a shower, do his hair, and then get ready for his day.

As he was trying to find his shower playlist he completely disregarded the emergency warning he received. Opting to just play "Montero" and cleanse himself in the shower.

As Juyeon happily sang along to the lyrics, he remained completely oblivious to the many incoming calls he was receiving. One from his mother, another from his father, yet another one from his younger brother, and so many more, but it's not they were answered, completely drowned out by Juyeon's loud music.

By the time he finished and finally checked his phone, he saw over 120 missed calls from his family all in the past 15 minutes. Confusion and concern both overtook his brain and he went through multiple possibles as to why his family would be so desperate to contact him, especially after what happened between them.

"Is today something important? Did I forget someone's birthday?!" Juyeon struggled to find a conclusion and simply decided to just call his mother back...

Only to be met with a voicemail.

"Oh come on! Dont tell me she's still mad." Juyeon huffed and tried again. Only to be met with the same result.

"Maybe dad will pick up." He reasoned and called his father. Only to yet again be greeted by voicemail.

"The fuck?! I swear if Kihyun doesn't pick up. I'm gonna be late to work." He whined and tried to call his brother. Only to find himself met with another voicemail.

"What do they want anyways?!" Juyeon yelled out to no one in particular, and went through the voicemails his family left in his inbox.

He scrolled for a bit before finding the first one and clicked on it to listen.

"Juyeon, please pick up! I don't know what's going on, but there's these things. I don't what they are or what they want but it's definitely not good!" Juyeon's mother desperately pleaded throughout the call.

"The fuck?" Juyeon stared at his phone for a sec before playing the second one from his father.

"Juyeon, son, I dont know if you're experiencing the same thing, but these monsters are everywhere! They're killing people off the street! Oh God! They got Ms. Park!" Juyeon's ears perked up the mention of the name.

Ms. Park was the kind lady who was their neighbor for all of Juyeon's life. She was so sweet and would always give him and his brother candy. She would also praise Juyeon's looks and would always talk about how he would be such a "lady's man." Even after Juyeon moved out, she would still call him on occasion and ask if he had a girlfriend yet. "Geuss they never told her." He would think whenever she did bring up the topic. But what was his dad talking about?! Monsters? And they got Ms. Park? What in the world does that mean?!

"Hyung please, I know you're probably still mad. But just listen, stay safe and we all love you. Oh God! They got inside-!" His brother's cryptic words cut off before Juyeon could take any of them in.

"Juyeon sweetie. I'm so sorry for what happened. Just know, I love you with all my heart!" His mother's words were cut off by the sound of her terrified screams followed by the sound of crunching.

"Son, I'm sorry for what we did. I love you son." His dad said before assumably meeting the same fate as his mother and son.

"What the hell are they talking about?! It isn't even April, why are they playing like this?!" Juyeon struggled to get his own words out as he felt tears forming in his eyes at his family's words.

He immeadiatly went to the nearest news articles and discovered exactly what he was dreading most.

《ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY, HOSTILE MONSTERS ARE OVERTAKING AND KILLING PEOPLE! LOCK AND BARRICADE ALL ENTRANCES AND STAY SAFE! MORE NEWS AS WE LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING!》

Juyeon scrolled through the website and found plenty of photos and videos of these creatures killing and brutalizing people and he realized that his family must've met the same fate.

Juyeon's vision grew blurry as tears flooded his eyes and he collapsed to the ground.

He didn't get much time to grieve as his window was broken by a strange red tentacle.

Juyeon backed up in fear as a head full of eyes peered in through the now broken window. Slowly craning its neck as if it was searching got something. It kept a calm and steady composure, until its many eyes landed upon Juyeon's cowering figure.

It immediately charged in and made a mad dash towards the fearful man. Juyeon scooted away just in time for it to slam its head straight into the dry wall, momentarily stunning it as it struggled to remove its head from the wall.

Juyeon took advantage of its current vulnerability and as soon as it dislodged its head, he struck it with the toilet tank lid. The creature let out a horrific squeal as the lid cracked over its skull. It was bleeding heavily, but was definitely not dead, if anything, it was just angrier.

It charged towards Juyeon with newfound rage, but it was still groggy from the previous head trauma, so its movements were slower than usual. Using this to his advantage, Juyeon played a deadly game of Matador and led the terrifying beast straight into his shower's glass door. Its head smashed through the door and then again into the wall. Fortunately, a particularly large fragment of glass fell perfectly to decapitate the monster. Juyeon thought it was quite ridiculous really, that the glass would fall at just the right angle and force and land perfectly on the thing's neck, but it's not like he's gonna complain about being saved.

Taking a minute to just lie on the floor and breathe, Juyeon mindlessly scrolled through his Instagram. Looking to see if his friends were alive only to see them getting brutalized on their stories or posts. He scrolled through his DMs to see if anyone was active, unfortunately, none of them had been active since 8:45 which is when he assumed this had all started.

He was about to lose hope before his eyes landed upon a small green dot beside a profile pic of a panda. As if his fingers had a mind of their own, they immeadiatly tapped upon the profile.

"(M/n) (L/n)

21

He/Him

Just trying to live life tbh."

(M/n) (L/n)? As in the (M/n) (L/n) from elementary school? Juyeon is suprised he even managed to remember the name.

Juyeon's fingers landed upon the most recent post.

It was incredibly simple, but precise. Just white words against a black background. "Is anyone alive out there?" It read.

Juyeon quickly liked the post and decided to leave a comment, but was interrupted by the all-too familiar screech of those creatures outside his window.

He had to get out of here...

And fast...

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Chapter 2 - After Pietro comes back

Chapters- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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Story Description-Wanda has used you to bring back her brother. She erased your memory. Can Wanda keep this up and end it without anyone getting hurt?

Wanda's used you, a complete stranger, to wake up her beloved brother from the grave. You and her brother fall into a coma. How will Wanda handle this?

Not having many options or ideas, Wanda heads to the next country over to use her persuasions to find a penthouse suite in a decent hotel. Having found a place to put yours's and Pietro's bodies, she had quickly taken over a nurses mind to hook IV’s to both you and Pietro. The nurse had told her a bit about care for both of you, and Wanda internalized it. When the nurse left, Wanda was quick to get Pietro changed out of his funeral clothes and cleaned up. She felt the warmth radiating off of his skin and sighed in relief. Her hand rubbed his cheek a bit. Then, she gave him a small kiss on the head. Although happy, she looked looked out into the hall and was reminded of your presence, which made her grasp at her clothes and screamed out, "What am I gonna do?" She pulled at her hair and bit her lip until it bled. She paced, uselessly so, before she ran off to check on your body.

As soon as Wanda walked into the room, she noticed how weak you looked. Your skin was paler than before, and skin sunken in. Wanda raised a shaking hand to her mouth after noticing all the dirt that seeped into your skin, hair, nails, and clothes. Looking at your state. she register that she'd taken you away from a home and life without any regards to you or anyone who might care for you, which caused her to cry and mumble apologies towards you. Wanda carefully cleaned your skin trying to give you the best privacy she could, and she got a bunch of clothes for you when you'd hopefully wake. Realizing the planning and care for you, a thought feel on her quickly on what she'd have to do, so she raised her hands to your head before casting the words, “You will not remember our 1st encounter, instead remember we met on friendly terms, and you won’t give up too much information on your life before now. You and I are allies...friends. You stay here and take care of Pietro.” Having finished up, Wanda leaves the room to set things up for when they would wake.

Throughout the week of Wanda preparing and caring, Pietro began to hear murmurs and distant noises here and there. While he couldn’t make sense of any of it, he seemed to be getting closer and closer. Finally, his heart awoke like a jackhammer. He woke up to reveal his first sensations to come from the closed door to his room as it was his first thing insight after he could only remember speeding toward Hawkeye and an innocent child to save them. His first noise? First noise was the THUD of his head hitting against the door from speeding straight ahead, which was followed by falling back onto the ground. Pain shot all over. His body was stiff, and it also began to cramp all over. He moved his arm to lay on his head and stayed that way as he hoped the pain everywhere would start to subside. After a moment, Wanda barges into the room and lands on her knees. He can only see her, which caused him to stare. She searched his face frantically and asked, "Are you okay?" While she awaits his response, tears brimming her eyes as she hopes there was nothing wrong with him.

"I-I…" His voice was hoarse. Wanda floats a glass of water to them, and she has him drink. He drank it quickly before meeting Wanda's eyes again with a genuine smile and saying, “I just banged my head on the door. So, no, I'm not okay." Wanda laughs heartily at the comment and hugs onto her brother. Her heart begins to throb when he hugs back strongly. She laughs in delight that he seems okay. When they pull away, he looks around the room for a decent few seconds before commenting, “I’m guessing we are not fighting Ultron, and we are not in Sokovia.” Wanda nods hesitantly at him because she still hasn’t decided on what to tell him just yet. Pietro hums in confusion and collects his thoughts in order to add, “The last thing I remember was running toward Hawkeye and some kid. Are they okay?” In a light hearted tone, Wanda answers, “Everything is okay. Everything and everyone is fine.”

“But...how am I here? Where is here?”

“Pietro, we’re in a hotel...resting because you needed recovery."

"Recovery?" He instantly reached for his chest. “I got shot, right?”

"You-" Wanda racks her brain for the words to utter and decides to say, "You got shot...badly…" She grabs at his clothes roughly in a desperate manner and mentions, “I lost y-I thought I lost you.” He holds her hand to comfort her and states, "Well, I am okay. It’ll take more than bullets to get rid of me." He nuzzles his head into her shoulder and adds, “You can't get rid of me.” She really hopes that’s true and dwells on it; however, he stands up feeling painless, so he helps lift Wanda to her feet. She’s surprised at the strength and that causes her to smile widely. “There’s a smile. Now, you don’t look so ugly.”

“Quiet.”

"How long have I been resting?"

"Months…" The response makes his eyes go wide; therefore, he begins to express his concerns with that until Wanda cuts him off to admit, "I found someone to heal you. It worked."

"If it's as bad as you say, it must have been some healer."

"Can't argue with that." Wanda quirks her head and adds a smile. Suddenly, Pietro’s stomach growls aggressively, which leads him to hold onto his abdomen. He states, "I'm very hungry and thirsty." The next thing Wanda knows is he’s speeding downstairs to chug a big gallon of water. Wanda makes her way downstairs quickly to see him searching the fridge and stating the word, "Empty." However, Wanda quickly hands him the solution as she tosses the service phone his way, and he catches it.

"Order whatever you want." She tells him, and he replies, "Don't have to tell me twice."

When the food arrives he basically bounces around and eats rapidly. When he finishes, he burps loudly and lays on the couch. Wanda watches him happily as he holds his stomach content.

"I'm happy." Wanda states. Piero nods in understanding before asking, "What happens now? Back to the team?"

"Pietro you just woke up…"

"I feel better than ever, honestly."

"Let's rest a bit more. We'll have to see-" Wanda lies quickly. "What your doctor has to say."

"Doctor?"

"The same one who healed you. They-they are here...don't go look- '' He darts off to search the penthouse top to bottom until finding you in a room in an unconscious state. At the predictability of the action, Wanda rolls her eyes, but she follows him. He notices the dark circles on your eyes, and the unnatural skinniness of your body.

“Are they okay?” He asks Wanda and gestures to your body.

“Yeah. Yeah. Healing you fully just took a lot out of them. They’ll wake up eventually.”

“Where did you find them again? Or how?”

“Used the shield system...They have files on other people like us. I found a video of them.” She shrugged, “Here we are.”

“They were just willing to help complete strangers?”

“Yeah. They are really kind-"

"They healed me even though they had no idea who I was? I mean did they?

"All they knew was that you were my brother."

"But-"

"They even became my friend after some time, so they were even more willing since they saw how sad I was over how-how hurt you were...I was so broken up about it..." Wanda trails off as the lies keep running off her lips.

"I guess I owe them a lot then." He focuses on your features. "They took care of me but taking care of you...I can't thank them enough. Now, I can't wait to meet them. What’s our savior's name?" He smiles warmly at your frame.

“Oh it’s, Y/N...” Worry struck Wanda, but she didn't let it show, instead playing it off and asking, "Why don't we watch sitcoms like we used to?" Wanda takes his arm leading him away from you. She makes the show appear on screen, and they lay on the couch cozy. As Wanda finally finds some real kind of peace, she ends up falling asleep.

Feeling completely awake, Pietro gets up and looks around the place a little more. He takes in the view he could from the windows. If he was honest with himself, he just wanted to head to that one room in the house, which he inevitably ended up at. He couldn’t help himself but to check in on you again. He sits down in the chair that’s in front of you. He reaches out to you; however, he stops when he realizes that might not be the best thing. He puts his hands together and speaks out, “Hi, I’m Pietro…” He waves and instantly regrets it. He rolls his eyes at himself and continues in his embarrassed state, “You probably already know my name, and you probably can't hear me either….Anyway, I introduce myself to you now and look forward to introducing myself again when you wake up...I may only been awake for about a few hours now, but...I really have to thank you. Taking care of Wanda. It’s really my only concern. Luckily, you took care of that...Took care of me...Thank you honestly...” He thought he saw you shiver, so he pulled the cover up a bit more and exited the room. He makes his way to the couch and lays down and allows himself to sleep.

Throughout the next few days, Pietro and Wanda find the time to visit your room, but you wouldn't know until later. Although there’s nothing really to see in the coma of your void, you can hear unfamiliar voices speak to you from time to time. Day by day there would be at least one new couple sentences you’d catch. A deep voice with an accent rings out, “Another day of waiting. Wanda and I didn't do much. She seems to not want to let me out of the house. Not to mention she’s too worried. I feel completely new. I decided to run out in the town today. I’ve never run so fast. It felt great up until Wanda hunted me down and dragged me back here.”

A woman's voice, “Pietro seems to be doing good. You healed him completely. He seems better than ever...How long will it last?” A sigh. “You can’t answer the questions, can you?” A distant later, the same voice, “What am I going to do? What if you don’t wake up? I’d have killed you...I’m so sorry.”

A man’s voice, “I’m starting to think something’s going on with Wanda. It’s like she’s not telling me something...She’s really worrying me.”

A woman's voice, “It seems Pietro thinks something is going on with me. Ugh, he can feel it. Just me and him, how could I hide from him? Vision tried to get in contact with me. It seemed like Pietro might have heard, but I don’t know...When are you waking up? It’s getting dangerous for both of us…”

After hearing plenty of single exchanges for 2 and a half weeks, you loud and clear the yelling of both of the voices before you open your eyes. You can make out two figures in front of you; however, you were sure you didn’t know where you were. You start to move instinctively. While moving made you cramp like crazy, you clenched your jaw and fists to fight the noises of pain. In the process, you lean too much to one side of the bed. Therefore, you lose your balance, but you can’t react to realize you’re falling. Wanda and Pietro stop their words and actions as they bring their attention to you on the ground. They both give each other a look. They both almost want to continue to argue, but they register that you are awake and on the ground and both rush to your side.

Hope your day got better

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[clara-licht]

You Belong With Me

Part of Best of Me Series

Summary: 5 times (Y/n) Stark felt jealous and 1 time it was Peter’s turn. (set before Just Out of Touch, can be read as a standalone)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warning: mention of blood and maggots

Note: after a whole year, it’s finally here! Here’s another story set in the world of Just Out of Touch! This story can be read as a standalone, but reading JOOT might give you a bit more context. But if you haven’t read it, spoiler for JOOT, Hecate is (y/n)’s vigilante persona. (Y/n)’s pronouns are she/they, where they is specifically used when they’re out as Hecate. Since this story focuses on (y/n) and not Hecate, I used she/her throughout the story. In future stories both she and they will be used when there are both (y/n) and Hecate. Without further ado, enjoy the story!

Title Inspo: Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me

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1: Compliment

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(Y/n) side-glanced at Peter who was pacing back and forth in her room. She let him mumble and curse at himself while she laid on her bed, bored.

"Oh I'm so stupid! How could I have done that?! Ugh, she must hate me now!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're not stupid, Pete. You're in STEM school by scholarship for a reason, you know."

Peter stopped his pacing to look at (y/n) with his big doe eyes and panicked expression. "That's got nothing to do with this!" He exclaimed.

Rolling her eyes again, she asked, "What did you do again?"

He groaned and banged his head on her bed, mumbling something.

"What?"

"I complimented her skirt."

If she had to roll her eyes again, her eyeballs would probably be stuck that way.

"What's so bad about that?" She asked.

Peter didn't even lift his head from the soft duvet. "I sounded like a pervert, (y/n)!" He groaned. "She totally knew I've been checking her out the entire year!"

(Y/n) shook her head exasperatedly. "You couldn't have known that. You just complimented one piece of clothing, Peter. She wouldn't know you've been staring at her clothes every day."

Peter only let out another groan and turned over, pulling the duvet to cover his face. "No, she definitely knows!"

"What did you say, exactly?"

"I said the color suits her and asked if it's new…"

"…So?"

He removed the duvet and stared incredulously at her. "What do you mean, so?"

(Y/n) shrugged. "I don't see what's so bad about that. I mean, it's flattering?"

"Oh, you don't get it!" Peter threw his head back. "I asked if it's new! Meaning that I already know her clothes and noticed that I've never seen that skirt before!"

"Now that you said it like that, you do sound like a pervert."

"UGH!"

Chuckling, (y/n) lifted the duvet and removed it from Peter, eyes glowing soft blue. "Calm down, Spidey. What did she say?"

"I don't know. I ran away afterwards."

Her chuckle turned into a full-on laugh as Peter turned away with a pout, hoping to hide his flaming face.

In between her laugh, she shuffled closer to the boy and ran her fingers gently between his hair. "Well, if it was me, I wouldn't think much about it. I would just be flattered that you think a skirt looks good on me."

Still pouting, Peter mumbled, "But it's not you."

Her laughter ceased, replaced with a slightly sorrowful smile.

"But it's not me." She agreed.

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2: Jokes

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"What's taking him so long?" Happy grumbled.

"It's only been 10 minutes."

"10 minutes too long!"

(Y/n) only hummed and looked out the window. “It’s high school, Happy. It’s where he socializes with his friends, of course it’s going to take time.”

“Not if I can help it.” He muttered.

Shaking her head fondly, her eyes swept through the entrance of Midtown High, trying to see if the young vigilante was anywhere near them. Today was a scheduled lab day and she volunteered to pick him up with Happy. Since she already finished any lessons she had for the day Tony had let her go.

As she kept watch, she couldn’t help but feel a little bittersweet. Sure, she enjoyed her studies online, but she knew that she was missing that typical high school experience. Going to classes, eating lunch in the cafeteria, walking home with friends… But she was also aware that it was all for her safety.

The woes of having a famous father.

(Y/n) was shaken off her thoughts when she finally noticed Ned among the students in front of the school. If Ned was there, then Peter was surely not far.

Sure enough, she could spot a familiar tuft of brown hair right behind Ned.

And apparently he wasn’t alone.

Peter was talking with a girl facing his way. (Y/n) couldn’t see her face but she had a good idea of who she was.

Peter had a shy smile on his lips and his cheeks were nearly blossoming, if (y/n) could say so. In true Peter fashion, he seemed to be stumbling upon his words and spoke a mile per minute. The girl seems as though she didn’t mind as she was laughing along. And yet, unlike the oblivious Peter she was used to, this Peter looked at the girl as if she was a goddess sent to the earth to absolve every sinner from their fated doom. This Peter smiled at her as if she handpicked each star to light up the darkest night.

His darkest night.

(Y/n) unconsciously took a sharp breath when she saw the girl laughing so hard she had to hold onto Peter to stabilize herself. The way she clutched Peter’s arm and the color on Peter’s cheeks…

“There he is! Call him, tell him to hurry up.”

“Just… Just give him a minute, will you, Happy?” She mumbled, eyes never leaving Peter. She was unaware of Happy glancing at her with a frown on his forehead. Like her, he did notice that Peter had a girl with him. He just hadn’t yet connected it to why (y/n) looked off.

As (y/n) sat there looking at the window, the tight feeling in her chest kept getting more painful as time went. On one hand, she would love to get out of the car and go to him, replacing the girl’s position beside Peter. But on the other hand, she knew that things didn’t work that way.

‘He’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?’

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Peter already saying his goodbyes and approaching the car. It was only when Peter sat beside her that she was shaken off her trails.

“Hey, you good?” He asked.

(Y/n) smiled, a hint of sorrow that Peter didn’t notice on her lips.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

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3: Flirt

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The silence was quite awkward, if (y/n) must say.

Tony was out on a conference of some sort in Japan, and as much as (y/n) would love to visit the country, her father couldn’t literally pay her to sit through that conference with him. While she would inherit the company one day, she’d avoid any stuffy meetings if she could.

That day was another scheduled lab day for Peter, though. Tony had forgotten to tell him to reschedule, so he still went to the tower. Peter was going to leave until (y/n) called Tony and he told Peter to just mess around in the lab.

And there they were. In Tony Stark’s personal lab. Just the two of them (along with Dum-E).

(Y/n) could tell something was off with Peter. The first sign was when he said he would go home when he heard Tony wasn’t there. Usually he’d just stay and watch a movie with her. And now he was all quiet while fiddling with his webshooters.

Of course, one could say that perhaps he was focused on fixing or upgrading it, but (y/n) knew that there was nothing wrong with his webshooters and they already installed the upgrade a couple weeks ago. They hadn’t come up with new ideas since then.

“Hey, Pete?”

“Hm?” He didn’t even look up.

“Is there anything in your mind?”

“Huh? No, nothing.” Peter mumbled, still fiddling with his webshooters.

(Y/n) frowned. Something was not right, indeed.

A few minutes passed with silence between them. (Y/n) kept sneaking glances at Peter and Peter kept toying around with the shooters on his wrist. He wasn’t even doing anything. His eyes were unfocused and he was deep in thoughts.

Heaving a sigh, (y/n) removed the goggles she had on. She was doing a project for SI, but it could wait.

“Okay, let’s talk about this,” she said.

Peter finally looked up and stared at her, confused. “Talk about what?”

“Well, this,” she said again, gesturing at Peter.

“...you’re gesturing at all of me.”

“Of course I’m gesturing at all of you! You’re acting weird!”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are! You’re so quiet and you kept playing with your webshooters! Is there something wrong with them or what? You look like you’re thinking so hard and we both know you’re smart enough to not have to think that hard about your shooters!”

Peter didn’t say anything for a while as he stared at (y/n), eyes slightly furrowed.

“Well?” (Y/n) prompted. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Peter sighed and bit his lip. He looked up, as if pondering whether or not he should tell (y/n) about what was on his mind.

“It’s, uh, it’s about Liz.”

(Y/n) heart dropped.

“W-What about her?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

The frown made another appearance on Peter’s forehead. His fingers returned to the webshooter strapped on his wrist and started fiddling again. It was then that (y/n) noticed that this was his way of fidgeting. He used to fiddle with his fingers and then it was with his shooters.

“Well, I saw her today…”

“...and?”

“She, um…” Peter swallowed. “She was, uh, flirting, I think? With Flash.”

By some miracle, instead of feeling that tightness in her chest from the mention of her, she felt truly confused. “Flash? The same Flash that picks on you and doesn't believe in your internship?”

“Uh, yeah…?”

“Why would she? Doesn’t she know what kind of person he is?”

Peter laughed dryly. “He’s rich, (y/n).”

“And so am I, what about it?” (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “I’m not as obnoxious as that guy, am I?”

“Of course not. You may be getting a big head, though.” He teased with a grin.

(Y/n) only swatted at his arm.

(It took every single will in her not to make a dirty joke then and there, telling herself it wasn’t appropriate for the topic.)

“Anyway! Why did you think she was flirting with him?” (Y/n) asked, ignoring the tight feeling that finally arrived despite the miracle earlier.

“Remember last week? When you picked me up with Happy?”

(Y/n) nodded. ‘How could I not?’ She thought bitterly.

“I don’t know if you saw, but uhh we were flirting, I think?”

“You think?”

“Well, Ned said we were…” Peter mumbled. “We were joking around and she kinda laughed so hard she had to hold onto me…” He recounted, a blush starting to make its way on his cheeks.

(Y/n) took a deep breath to try and calm her erratic heart. Her heart felt like it was sinking with each word coming out of Peter’s mouth. Had she not been a strong-willed young woman with experience in keeping her face neutral, she was 100% sure her eyes would be all watery by now. Not that she didn’t feel the burn on her eyes as she pretended not to hear Peter whispering ‘her hand was so soft’.

“And was she doing the same with Flash?” She asked, and again, by miracle, her voice didn’t crack.

Peter’s hand fell from his wrist and he nodded dejectedly.

“I thought she liked me, you know?” He muttered. Unlike her, Peter was an open book. He was never good at hiding his expression that it was a wonder that his secret identity was still intact. (Y/n) could clearly hear the pain in his voice.

It honestly infuriated her how easy it was for him to affect her.

(Y/n) cleared her throat. “Don’t take it to heart, Pete. Maybe she was just being friendly with him.”

“Or maybe she was just being friendly with me.” Peter mumbled, still dejected.

It filled her heart with grief that he could make such a pained expression in front of her. Had it been her, she could say with certainty that she would never let this boy in front of her go without a smile. But then again, who was she to do that? It wasn’t her that he wanted to put that smile on him.

And so, with a heavy heart and a smile hiding sorrow behind it, she told him, “Why don’t you ask her to do something with you? Like a date?”

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4: Date

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“(Y/n)? Where’s Peter?” Pepper immediately asked when she saw (y/n) lounging alone on the couch.

(Y/n) shrugged half-heartedly, shoving a spoonful of her favorite cookies and cream ice cream to her mouth. An older season of CSI: Miami was playing on the screen in front of her. She kept eating her ice cream unbothered as the screen showed a bloody corpse full of maggots. Oh, apparently it wasn’t a corpse and she was still alive. Who would’ve thought?

“Don’t you guys usually spend Sundays together?” Pepper asked again.

(Y/n) mumbled something that Pepper couldn’t hear.

“Sorry, what?”

“He has a date.”

Pepper blinked once. “A date?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“With… who?”

“...a girl from his school. An upperclassman.”

“Huh… Is that so?” Pepper hummed, taking a seat beside the young Stark.

She glanced at the angsty teen, still enjoying her ice cream accompanied by a pool of blood and maggot and David Caruso on the screen. “How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean? I’m totally fine.” (Y/n) answered through a mouthful of sugary dairy.

“I don’t think so, honey.” Pepper smiled at her, taking the tub away.

(Y/n) didn’t bother to answer, stubbornly keeping her eyes on the screen.

“I always thought both of you would end up together. What happened?” Pepper tried to ask.

“Us ending up together, huh?” (Y/n) chuckled dryly. “Not a chance, Pep.”

“Why do you say that?”

(Y/n) turned to the CEO of the company that one day would be hers. “Have you looked at Peter? Really looked at him?” She asked. “Because if you have, then you’d know that his eyes were never on me. Not once.”

Sighing, she reached to take back the tub of ice cream from Pepper. “A friend is all I am to him.” She muttered.

(Y/n) was perfectly fine with returning to her angsty mood accompanied by ice cream and crime lab, but apparently Pepper was not.

Pepper stood up and asked FRIDAY to turn the screen off.

“Aw, Pep! Why did you do that!” (Y/n) whined, not unlike a child getting her toy taken away.

“No wallowing in self pity, young lady. Now up you go! We’re going out.”

She groaned and plopped her face on the couch.

To say she would regret going out would be an understatement.

Because an hour on her outing with Pepper, she actually saw Peter on his date.

He was wearing a shirt and grey sweater, like how he wore to school, though the collar was neat. He definitely combed and gelled his hair. She didn’t like it, to be honest. (Y/n) always loved his curls that would fall to his eyes when it got a bit too long. She loved the soft unruly strands that felt silky when she ran her fingers through them.

Peter and his date, Liz, were in a cafe together. It was a cute and aesthetically pleasing one too. (Y/n) was in the Italian restaurant right across the street. Pepper sat with her back to the glass window, so she couldn’t see them, but it was as clear as the sky for (y/n).

And (y/n) wanted to look away, she really did. Yet for some reason, she just couldn’t stop staring at the happy couple. She watched as Liz reached a hand out to wipe something off the corner of Peter’s lips. She watched as Peter laughed shyly. She watched as he hesitantly tried to hold Liz’s hand on the table. She watched as Liz grinned and took his hand in hers.

She watched as they smiled at each other like they were the only people in the world and she was nothing but a speck of dust.

She watched, with bitter heart and a sorrowful smile as she told herself, as long as he’s happy, right?

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5: Broken Heart

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How could this have happened?

They were having such a great time together!

So why...?

“Peter, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s not your fault, why are you sorry?”

“I was the one who pushed you to ask her on a date…”

Peter chuckled. He tried to look unbothered, but he was still so easy to read. (Y/n) could basically hear the pieces of his broken heart rattling around as he moved.

It hurt her more than seeing him with her.

“Well, you couldn’t have known everything, (y/n),” Peter said. “Besides, at least I tried, you know?”

(Y/n) bit her lip.

Logically, she should be happy, shouldn’t she? Liz had told Peter that she wanted to remain friends, that she couldn’t be with him. That meant Peter was free for the whole world. Whether or not she had a chance was something else entirely. And yet, she felt extremely guilty.

“I’m okay, really!” Peter grinned with a fake cheerfulness. “I had a great time and I appreciate her telling me the truth instead of leading me on. I’m sure we’ll remain great friends even after this.”

‘But you were never great friends with her…’

“I guess she’s just trying to focus on her studies, you know? Since she’s a senior and all.”

‘But she did lead you on…’

“And you know what they say, there are plenty more fish in the sea!”

‘But you were so fixated on her…’

Peter’s eyes softened when he realized how quiet (y/n) was. “I’m really alright, (y/n). It’s not your fault at all.”

“Besides,” he grinned, this time genuine, “Maybe now it’s my turn to help you find someone! Your help was greatly appreciated and now I can return the favor!”

(Y/n) refrained from smiling sardonically at the irony. The only way he could help her find someone was if he magically fell in love with her, but she knew better than to be wishful like that.

“Thank you, Pete, but that won’t be necessary.”

“Whaaaaat why? I can give great love advice!”

“Yeah? Like what?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uhh…”

“Exactly.”

“Anyway! When you find someone, tell me, okay? I’ll try my best to help you, since you were so helpful to me.”

Helpful, huh?

Why can’t you see it?

How badly I want to say those words?

Instead, (Y/n) smiled, sorrow seeping into her being. “It was my pleasure.”

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+1: Reverse

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arachnophobia: wanna go out tonight? hecate hasnt been out for a while

ironlady: cant today

ironlady: harley’s coming

arachnophobia: harley? the one whose garage mr stark broke into?

ironlady: yep!! cant wait to see him

ironady: its been a while

arachnophobia: can i meet him?

ironlady: ofc just come here

The moment Peter stepped out from the elevator, he could hear the laughter already. He didn’t need his enhanced hearing to know that (y/n) was positively joyful.

He followed the sound to the penthouse’s living room where he could see (y/n) sitting on the couch. Beside her was a young man his age with sandy blonde hair. Both of them were talking animatedly with each other.

“Hey.”

“Oh, Peter!” (Y/n) turned around, a big grin on her face. “This is Harley Keener, the potato boy dad and I told you about!”

“Potato boy?” Harley frowned.

“It’s either that or problem child 1, which one do you prefer?”

“Tony’s been calling me that?”

“Yep!”

“And what are you?”

“Problem child 2, duh.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

Harley scoffed. “Yeah, right, il mio tarassaco.”

“Hey! Only dad can call me that!”

“I know, I know, don’t get your panties in a twist, Princess Stark.” Harley laughed as he ruffled (y/n)’s hair, much to her chagrin.

Peter couldn’t get one word out. He watched as (y/n) tried to get back at Harley and mess with his hair as Harley dodged her. He watched as (y/n)’s face was overtaken by a huge grin and her eyes lighted up in joy.

“Harley stop it!”

“You started it!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I- you know what, I’m not doing this. You haven’t even greeted Peter!” (Y/n) huffed, gesturing at Peter who was still standing still behind the sofa.

“Oh, yeah, my bad,” Harley said. He stood up and dusted his pants, then reached out a hand.

“Harley Keener, at your service,” he grinned.

Peter took his hand hesitantly. “Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.”

(Y/n) beamed at the two of them. “I’ve told him so much about you. I think you guys will be great friends!” She told Peter. “Dad is talking about making Harley his intern too, so you two will be Stark Industries first and only high school interns. Tony Stark’s personal interns, to be exact.”

“Wait, intern?” Peter asked, clearly taken aback. “But don’t you live in Tennessee?”

Harley shrugged. “I’m moving here around next month. Not a lot of opportunities back home, so Tony offered to house and send me to school here. I’m here today to look around before the big day.”

“It’s a shame I can’t go to school with you, though.” (Y/n) complained. “I’m getting bored of this whole homeschooling thing.”

“What can I say, Princess Stark,” Harley said with a teasing smile, “a Princess must remain at her castle.”

“Yeah, well, this Princess can take care of herself and goes out at night alone, what about it?” She rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, you got a point, Hecate.”

“I told you, I’m not Hecate right now!”

“He knows about Hecate?” Peter asked.

(Y/n) nodded. “He was the first one to know, even before dad. I told you of how Harley’s been coming here for years, right? He basically knows more about me than dad at this point.”

“That, I do.” Harley said, staring at Peter a little too long. Something dawned on him when he saw something on Peter’s face.

He turned to (y/n) and slung an arm around her shoulders. “Anyway, I gotta run and find Tony now, got things to ask him. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, you know where to find me.”

“Great! See ya later, Princess Stark.” Harley dropped a big kiss on her head and left the room, but not before giving Peter a meaningful look.

Peter was frozen on his spot.

In all his time knowing (y/n), not once did he ever see (y/n) that happy. She looked so carefree, as if she trusted Harley blindly and trusted him to keep her that way. It took him some time to get (y/n) to open up to him. He knew that he couldn’t compare himself to Harley who knew (y/n) longer than him, but for some reason it ticked him off.

But why?

And when Harley held (y/n) close to him like that? It felt wrong to Peter. Then he went and actually kissed her! Well, on the head, but still. Something felt off within Peter and he didn’t really know what or why.

Somehow, it was almost like…

Like it should’ve been him?

“Peter, are you okay?”

Peter was startled from his thoughts when (y/n)’s face suddenly entered his peripherals.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?” He quickly said.

(Y/n) hummed. “You look a bit off, that’s all.”

“It’s nothing, I promise.”

“If you say so…”

“So, uh,” Peter started, “that Harley… How long is he staying?”

“A week, I think. He’ll move in next month, on the 15th.” (Y/n) answered. “I can’t wait for next month, honestly. I missed him so much. Him living with me and dad here would be a blast.”

“When do you want to go out?” Peter asked, changing the subject immediately. Somehow, for some reason, he didn’t want to hear (y/n) talk about Harley anymore. Especially not about how he would be living with her.

“Ah, well… Not this week? Maybe after Harley’s back to Tennessee?”

“...oh.”

“You can still go out without me though! I know Spider-Man must be anxious to get out there!”

“...yeah, you’re right. Uh, you know what, I actually forgot I had to run an errand for May, so I’m going to leave now, okay?”

Peter quickly rushed out. The penthouse was getting stuffy for no reason and he couldn’t stand being there anymore.

What is wrong with me?

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[terubakudan]

This may be an old article from 3 years ago, but these cultural aspects/observations still apply even today. And though this is strictly a Chinese perspective, a lot of these everyday life bits are observed in Overseas Chinese communities in countries such as The Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, etc. as well as countries heavily influenced by Chinese culture like Taiwan, Japan, and Korea.

I've always liked learning about other cultures and making comparisons between how things are done East vs West. Which probably stems from growing up with two cultures and Mom raising me on American movies xD

So the irony is if you asked me how many Chinese, Taiwanese, or Hong Kong actors I know, chances are I know as much as you do xD Like Jackie Chan, Andy Lau, and that's about it. But if you asked me about Western (specifically American and British) actors, then I have a useless brain dump of movie trivia and who was with who in what movie xD

Hmmm, both Taiwan and the Philippines are two distinct cultures but both look up to a certain country and are fascinated by that. In Taiwan's case, Japan and the US for the Philippines. In both cases, this is due to being under the rule of those countries in their history. Taiwan being under Japan for 50 years, and the Philippines being under Spain for 300+ years, followed by periods of American and Japanese rule. To put it simply though:

Taiwan is "mini-Japan with a very Chinese culture".

The Philippines is "former colony of Spain with lots of American influences".

But unlike the author, I've never set foot in any Western country, so my understandings are strictly what I've observed in media, which while it can be accurate, doesn't compare to actually experiencing the culture.

Some further elaboration on most points:

#1 We quite literally use chopsticks for everything. We use it to pick rice, viands, vegetables, fruit, smaller desserts, almost all the food you can think of.

But where do you put your chopsticks when you're not using them? Just put them on top of your bowl or flat on your plate. But do not ever stick them vertically. It's taboo, since it looks like incense sticks, which we use to pray for those who have passed, like our ancestors or during funerary services.

#3 The majority of Asia is obsessed with fair/white skin. In my time at the Philippines, I grew up watching all these Dove Whitening commercials and my classmates often commented on how fair my skin was, how they envied it etc. In Taiwan, girls often say they don't want to 變黑 (biàn hēi) 'become dark'. Japan and Korea too are not innocent of this either (if their beauty/skin products weren't a dead giveaway).

People here at Taiwan often mistake me for being from Hong Kong or Japan (as long as I don't speak Mandarin with my heavy accent xD). A Taiwanese classmate of mine joked that she often gets mistaken for being from Southeast Asia due to having a darker complexion. And while I laughed it off with her at that time, looking back, I now realize she was lowkey being racist. xD

And believe me Filipinas have mentioned literally being told 'your skin is so dark' here in Taiwan, or being given backhanded compliments like 'you're pretty despite having dark skin' and...*facepalms*

My point is, beauty is not exclusive to skin color. People who still think that are assholes.

#5 Not to say we don't have salt and pepper, but yes soy sauce and vinegar are the classic condiments you see on the table, be it at home or at a restaurant.

And if I may add, Taiwanese love their pepper. xD If you ever get to eat at a night market or a smaller "Mom n' Pop-style" restaurant here, some dishes/soups tend to add quite an excessive amount of pepper. Not like anthills, but quite liberally and way more than average. Enough that you see traces of pepper at the bottom of the food paper bag or swirling in your soup. xD

#6 I know this all too well from personal experience. In my years of studying at Taiwan, I always had roommates. 3 in my first school (I graduated high school in the Philippines pre K-12 so I had to make up 2 years of Senior High), followed by 2 in college, with the exception of 1 in freshman year.

My college did offer single person dorms but at around 9000 NTD ($324) per month compared to around 6000 NTD ($216) per semester. Because I wanted to save, the choice was obvious for me xD. But ah, this doesn't mean I don't value personal space, in fact I love having the room to myself, and since both my roomies would go home to their families every weekend, weekends were bliss for me xD

And you don't have to be friends with your roommates (that's an added bonus however), you just have to get along with them. I was quite lucky to have really great roommates all throughout my schooling years.

#9 In the Philippines, we do. Owing mostly to American influences and maybe being predominantly Catholic? xD

#10 *sigh* Chinese parents and parents from similar Asian cultures tend to put too much emphasis on grades, so much that kids could get sent to cram school as early as elementary. This is because what school you get into could literally affect your future job opportunities, and while that's not exclusive to any particular country/culture, I feel it's especially pronounced here in Asia. I'm really lucky my own parents weren't that strict about it. However, if your parents don't point the mistakes out to you, chances are you'll do it yourself, if you're an Asian kid like me anyway. xD It just becomes a habit.

#11 My family is an exception to this. xD We do say 'I love you' directly, but complete with the 'ah eat well ok?', 'don't scrimp on food', 'sleep well' and similar indirect words/actions of affection. We were doing 'Conceal, Don't Feel' before it became popular. xD

#13 I'm kind of confused about this but this has sort have changed over the years in which eye-contact is now more encouraged. But don't stare, especially at elders and authority figures. Sometimes it's just shyness though. xD And I've observed this with my own Taiwanese friend, especially when I'm complaining or ranting to her about something. xD I'm a person who likes to express my opinions strongly, which tends to scare/alienate some of the locals here, as doing so is kind of frowned upon. Thankfully, she does listen and offers her take on things.

#14 Ah this. xD In the Philippines, this is a common greeting known as beso-beso, and I freaked out too when an auntie did that to me. xD Needless to say, Mom lectured me later on what that was. ^^"

#16 Along with #3 another crazy beauty standard. In my view, people always look better with a little meat on them and when they're not horribly thin. Asia still has a loonng way to go with accepting different types of bodies if you ask me. This combined with modern beauty standards has made the pressure for women especially to 'look beautiful' higher than ever.

I know many people love them but please, starving yourself or glorifying eating disorders is never OK just to get this kind of 'ideal' body. I'm not part of the Kpop fandom, but even I think when idols get bullied just for gaining the least bit of weight among other insensitive comments, that's really going too far.

#17 'If you want to make friends, go eat.' <- I couldn't agree more. In the Philippines we have a greeting: 'Kumain ka na ba?' (Have you eaten?) . Similarly in Taiwan, we have 吃飯了沒? (chī fàn le méi), both of these can mean that in the literal sense but are often used as greetings instead. By then which invitation to having lunch/dinner together may or may not follow. Food really is a way for us to socialize and to catch up with what's going on in each other's lives. Not to say we don't have regular outings like going out to the mall, going shopping, etc. but eating together is a huge part of our culture, be it with family or friends.

And while I'm at it, some memes that are way too accurate good to pass up xD

Parents, uncles, aunties alike will fight over the bill xD

Alternatively:

You just space out until your name is called xD

My parents are guilty of the last one. Logic how? xD

#18 True. xD I like giving compliments out to people but I have a hard time accepting them myself, though I've learnt how to accept them much more now than before. We're kind of raised to constantly downplay ourselves so we often say things like 'ah no no' or 'I'm really not that good'. The downside of this of course is that it can come off as somewhat fake. xD

Again from personal experience, that same classmate who made the lowkey racist remark, she was good, she was on the debate team, was a honor student, knew how to mingle with people, but she downplayed herself way too much, while praising me but I honestly thought that she never really meant it from how she treated me. She wanted to keep me around her yet make backhanded compliments at me and she didn't want me socializing with my other classmate who is now my friend. *sigh* It was only after discussing this with one of my roomies did I realize how this 'excessive downplaying' might come off to people like me who more or less grew up with a more 'Westernized' mindset. I'm not saying brag about your achievements but don't be overly humble about them either, which can also be a turn off.

#20 We do tend to be a lot more realistic on how we view things, neither entirely optimistic nor pessimistic. We try to think of things practically and often analyze things on pure logic. A downside of this however, is that Chinese people can be overly practical. Taiwanese for instance don't like to 'find inconveniences' and generally keep to themselves, meaning, they won't help you in your hour of need even when they do have the capabilities. Sounds really harsh I know, but in my 6 years of living in Taiwan, while this doesn't apply to all the people, a lot of them really do only find/talk to you when they need something.

So for some people saying Taiwanese are 'friendly', that's BS xD If you ask me, Filipinos are infinitely more friendly, and again while not all, generally make more of an effort to help you when you need it. I really felt more of a real sense of community during my years growing up in the Philippines compared to Taiwan.

#21 Children do tend to stay with their parents well into college and adulthood, since Chinese families are indeed very family-oriented, in a lot of cases, grandparents often live under the same roof as us as well! And it really does save a lot of money. I see there's a real stigma in the US when it comes to "living with your parents", but that's starting to change especially because of Covid and having more and more people move back in with their parents.

Housing unfortunately is pretty much hella expensive no matter where you go, and Taiwan is no exception. Steep housing prices and the very high cost of raising a child (schooling + buxiban fees, etc.) contribute to a very low birth rate and thus an aging population like Japan. It's not uncommon to see both parents working in Taiwan.

#23 I'm an overthinker myself, but I totally agree with the author that the best is to strike a good balance between these two. Which I guess is why I love drawing or any other related creative attempts, it helps me be more spontaneous or well, creative! I like to remain intellectually or artistically inspired.

#24 Is French high school really like that? xD My friend did watch SKAM France and more or less got a culture shock from what was depicted on the show. I can confirm however that most high schools both in the Philippines and Taiwan require students to wear a uniform, only in college is everybody free to wear casual/civilian clothes.

#26 Ah this is part of our Asian gift-giving etiquette xD We always open gifts later after the event/meeting and in private. Never open them in front of the person who gave it to you or in front of others. This is to prevent any 'shame/embarrassment' that may result both to yourself and to the gift giver. I know this may come off as something weird since some people may want a more honest response or immediate feedback when it comes to gift-giving, but that's just how it is in our culture. You're always free to ask us though (in private) if we liked the gift or not ^^"

#28 I want to say the same goes to drinking, partying, and drugs however xD Those are things which are still frowned upon in our culture. And to be honest, whenever I see those in movies, it does kind of turn me off xD It doesn't mean that we're "uncool" or "boring", we just think that there are much better or healthier ways of "having fun".

#31 Is this true in France?! Man I would kind of prefer that instead of people being on their phones all the time xD This kind of goes with #20 in that Chinese are overly practical or logical, and don't read fiction as much as nonfiction. My Taiwanese friend is an exception though, she's a bibliophile who loves the feel of paper books compared to e-books, and it's a trait of her that I like a lot. Both the Philippines and Taiwan however have a huge fanbase when it comes to manga and anime though.

I'm all for reading outside of "designated reading" at schools especially. Reading fiction improves your vocabulary too, and can be quite fun! It helps you imagine and really invest in a world/story, and if you ask me something that I feel Westerners are better at, they're more in touch with their emotions and creativity, and are thus much more able to write compelling or original stories. Believe me, I've seen a fair amount of Chinese movies that rip off Western movie plotlines xD

#33 Nothing much to add on here..except that since I'm a "weird" person, Mom often jokes that she got the wrong baby from the hospital. xD

#35 True. While I agree with the care and concern that your fellow community can give you, the downside of this is we tend to only hang out with our own people, e.g Chinese with Chinese, Taiwanese with Taiwanese, etc. I've seen too that it's especially hard to make friends in Japan and Korea as a foreigner. Not only is there the language barrier, but the differences in culture too. In a way, Asians can be pretty close-minded on getting to know other cultures or actually making friends with people from other countries. I know this all too well being half-Taiwanese/half-Filipino, being neither "Filipino" enough nor "Taiwanese" enough. xD It's more of people here being too used to what they're comfortable with.

#36 Oh this is something I feel that Chinese students and other students from similar cultures should really improve on. xD How will people respect you if you don't speak your mind?

I felt bad especially for my Spanish teacher in college, granted it was an introductory course (Spanish I and II) but the amount of times that our teacher had to prompt a student to recite/speak even with clear hints already made her (and me too) extremely frustrated. The thing is, these are college students, I personally feel they don't have any reason to be so shy of speaking and technically by not doing so they're slowing the pace of the class too much and a lot of time is wasted.

Unfortunately you can't always be very vocal with your thoughts and opinions in most Asian cultures. I would say strive for that, but at the same time, play your cards well, especially if you're in a workplace setting.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading and here's a cookie! 🍪 I'm not perfect and there's bound to be something I missed so please let me know if you spotted anything wrong. Feedback/questions are very much welcome and please feel free to share about your country/culture's differences or similarities!

#asia #asian #culture #asian culture #chinese #chinese culture #east asia #china #taiwan #japan #korea #southeast asia #philippines #malaysia #indonesia #thailand #vietnam #travel #I didn't tag every country due to a lack of understanding or not meeting or being around people of that country #I know I shit on Taiwan a lot but believe me Taiwan has a lot of good parts too - it's just that it focuses too much on those now xD #and there are too many YouTube videos that only talk about the good parts of Taiwan - and while those are true #I felt that by not being honest with some very serious faults - it doesn't give a fair/clear perspective to others #especially people who in the future may want to work/travel here

[annetteblog]

I got a very long ask and wrote even longer reply, and now Tumblr for some reason doesn't want to publish it through asks. So I'm making a separate post, because what else can I do? 😀 I hope Anon wouldn't mind

Hi!

Thank you for such a long ask! I really enjoy replying those, although it may take some time to actually write whatever I have on my mind 🙂 However, I feel like for every question that you posed, it's possible to write its own big reply or even an essay, so this piece of mine probably won’t give them justice (but I’ll try my best.)

As usual, one big IMO.

1) Ethics, “gueer coding” and discussions

I believe I’ve already partly touched this subject here. Shortly, I think that everything the boys did (and still do) had its own purpose. They decided to put these "undertones" (or whatever one may call them) in their art. They made some statements with a very small room for interpretation. And it didn't happen once or twice. More like, it's been a consistent behaviour throughout years.

I don't buy this excuse some fans write - "oh, he just didn't know about this/didn't understand how it looked like/didn't..." So apparently, JK wasn't able to figure out shit about Troye, didn't give a damn about his GCF, didn't think how his tattoo looked like; JM didn't realize to what conclusions could lead his quite bold words about 4am or waking up and seeing JK; both of them didn't have second thoughts about the Black Swan dance; Bang PD is just a CEO who pays zero attention to BTS in general and KM actions in particular (which sometimes actually backlash, e.g. that stop gay fanservice thing after the Seoul concerts), because he clearly just doesn't care AT ALL; whatever PR service they have in BH is just asleep all the time... Etc etc etc, you got the idea

Well, if one wants to perceive JM, JK and BigHit as a group of complete morons with no brains, this "oh, they just didn't know" explanation may work. But if all of them were idiots, how would BTS become the biggest group on a planet? They are smart enough, deal with this.

And YET. KM still do what they do. It's their choice, so apparently they have their motives. You wrote it yourself too - "Jikook and BH put out all that stuff for a reason."

Keeping this in mind, I truly think it's fair to discuss queer undertones or KM's bond. It's meant to be discussed and speculated. They made it public, and they continue to make it public (and quite obvious, to be honest). Why? Well, I guess they want us to speculate.

From here comes the second point

2) Art and its interpretations

In general, I believe that any good art should allow various interpretations. That's what a good piece of art is supposed to do - provoke a thought. As well as it's quite customary to analyze and (sometimes) overanalyze art. Thousands of universities worldwide have programs which are focused on fine art, literature, theater, music, film, etc.

And why is it okay to write about Avengers or Madonna or whatever weird art you're able to find in the closest Contemporary museum (like a banana taped to a wall), but not okay to interpret BTS' songs and/or performances? Again, I strongly believe that art is meant to be discussed. Especially as cool as theirs 🙂

Actually, some popular fandom theories turned out to be true here. Since Spring Day release on Feb 2017, fans speculated about its connection to the Sewol ferry tragedy based on the song's lyrics, MV and choreo. We got this confirmation like when, December 2020? But before it was also just an interpretation.

Coming back to KM. Combining these with the idea that JM/JK/BH clearly know what they're doing and how it may look like, I don't see a problem in having various interpretation of their art. Including queer ones.

3) Escapism

Isn't all art targeted to escaping in a sense? We want to take a break from reality and/or mundane life or just gain some new experience. In this sense what's the radical difference between staring at pictures or sculptures in a museum, watching a movie, reading a book or scrolling through Tumblr reading BTS/KM centric posts? All of these are means to escape and entertain ourselves.

As for this "if they are a queer couple, is it okay to derive pleasure and 'what a beautiful love story' feelings from two members of systematically oppressed minority?" - and you would prefer doing what - ignoring them? pretending that they don't exist? 🙃 In case if they are a queer couple, I guess showing support and benevolence is even more important. Exactly because, as you mentioned, they are a part of the oppressed minority. And the hatred is/would be definitely in place.

4) Fanfiction

Oh my, what a controversial theme these days.

Firstly, some forget it was not invented in the 21st century. Even slash fanfiction (cough Star cough Trek). As for incorporating real people, it's been a part of literature for like what.. always? There are millions of different writings about emperors, nobles, military figures, lives of saints, etc. And it's not like personal opinion of people in question bothered those, who write or wrote about them. I clearly remember a scene in Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace, where Alexander I [Russian emperor 1801-25] after losing a battle against Napoleon, hits a birch tree with his sword while crying hard and just being kinda hysterical. Would real Alexander be satisfied with such image if he read the book? Idk 😄

About having "the right to comment on such [different from your own] experience". I suppose, if authors wrote only about what they had experienced, our literature would be 95% poorer than it is. How can one write books in historic settings if they didn't live there? How do books about future and space travel exist, if we live in 2021? Is it needed to be a part of mafia to write about mafia? What about other cultures? Should an American author write only about American people and American lifestyle or it's fine to have characters from other countries?

Writing is not about experiencing something and then making a fanfic or a book, it's more about research and compassion. If you have reliable info on your theme and are able to look at the world using different lenses, why not?

I don't perceive fanfiction as a worldwide evil. Sure, there are creepy examples as well as authors, who write fetishizing weird shit. But it doesn't mean that all fanfiction=bad and all slash fanfiction=objectification of male homosexuality. Fanfiction is just one form of fiction, it can be good or bad based on how it's written. But the label itself doesn't define anything, as well as reading it should not be a reason to accusations.

5) Jikook, shipping and politics

I'm among those, who perceive pretty much everything as a part of politics. We all exist within some political conventions and have certain political laws over our heads. And yes, it includes art. Even if an artist says something like "oh, I decided to stay away from politics, my work is beyond it". The decision to stay away from politics is also political, because apparently there was something within the political structure what made this artist say that and forced them to make this distinction between them and some institutional conventions.

And that makes me believe that shipping/supporting KM is also political. But I don't think it's necessarily bad? Basically, you decided to support potentially queer people from a country, which doesn't really approve LGBTQ+. It puts you in the opposition towards a particular government. You made a choice. You could google some SK stuff, read all that you mentioned in the beginning of your ask, and say something like "oh, that's not okay there? well, fair enough, I guess their government knows better"🤠 and forget that this KM thing even exists. But apparently you didn't

Imo, is it politics? Yes

Is it bad that it's politics? Well, no? 🙃

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P.S. I hope I was clear enough with my ideas. Thank you again for the thought provoking ask, and I hope I'll hear from you again 🙂

And honestly, I don't think that you're problematic in any way :)

#annetteasks #jikook #kookmin #long post #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jimin #jungkook

[idy-ll-ique]

New Plan.

Pairing: Quentin Beck x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Summary: Quentin is so close to defeating Tony Stark and Peter Parker— unfortunately for him, he met Y/N at the last moment and fell head over heels for her. His love for her was so strong, he gave up on his evil plans and settled for the next best thing— driving those who had a crush on her up a wall.

Author's Note: Hi guys! Here is the disclaimer. Have fun reading this! (also because I'm stupid and out of ideas they play the American version of antakshari lmfao) Please excuse small grammatical mistakes and typos :)

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"Alright, guys, be calm!" Y/N shouted at the bus full of excited teenagers. Y/N wasn't a teen, she was here to chaperone a trip. Why was she chosen, you ask? Y/N was a friend of the Avengers, that's why. Peter suggested she come along and she agreed. What was there to lose? "We're going to another country, Ms Y/L/N, this is the best day of my life!" a student, Anita, told her excitedly. Y/N chuckled, she supposed it was a bit exciting. Another half an hour later, their bus full of people reached the airport. The students got down from the bus. 

The group of 15 students, along with 2 teachers and one chaperone, went through the security checks and went to the waiting room. "Aren't you even a little excited, Y/N?" Peter asked, sitting next to the woman. "I guess," she sighed, looking away. "Is anything the matter?" Peter asked, gently turning her face towards him. Both of them heard a wolf whistle and rolled their eyes. "For some reason, I have a bad feeling about this trip. It's so fun, I don't know why I'm tense," Y/N admitted sadly. 

"Aw, it's okay, Y/N, I'm sure nothing can go wrong with this trip! We've defeated the baddest bad there was, I don't think there's any villain left who could ruin our trip. Cheer up, sis." Peter often called Y/N 'sis', for their bond was like that of siblings. Soon, their flight number was announced. The class boarded the flight. Y/N reluctantly sat with the two teachers, even though she wanted to sit with Ned and Peter. Throughout the flight, the teachers, along with Y/N, discussed the rules of the trip. As the flight was about to land, Y/N felt something deep inside her gut. 

And the feeling was bad. 

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"You know, Beck, you should meet Y/N. You'll like her, she's awesome!" Peter said, grinning at Quentin Beck. Quentin considered for a moment. Y/N, who was that? By name, she sounded interesting. "Can we meet her now?" he asked Peter slowly, stroking his beard. "Sure, we can go back to the hotel!" The two men stood up and left the bar. Peter took Quentin to the hotel where his class was staying. "Wait here, I'll be back with Y/N." Quentin nodded and Peter took off, running up the stairs. 

Quentin smirked, leaning against a wall. For now, he thought of ways he could use this Y/N to manipulate Peter Parker. You see, Mysterio (as Quentin liked to call himself) wasn't good at all, he was an evil, evil man. Here to destroy Spider-Man and Iron Man, his motives were corrupt. First, he needed to have a good look at Y/N. What was her relationship with Peter? Were they friends? Was she his girlfriend? As soon as Beck thought about Y/N being Peter's girlfriend, a shiver ran down his spine. Goosebumps appeared on his skin and he felt uncomfortable, uneasy and nauseous. 

Quentin shook his head, also shaking away the bad feeling. What had just happened? 

"Beck, there you are! Meet Y/N!" Quentin looked up from the floor to see Peter running towards him, a firm hold on Y/N's hand as she followed him, begging him to slow down. They came to a halt in front of Quentin. Quentin, meanwhile, was busy staring at Y/N. His mind had stopped working, he couldn't form a single coherent thought. He forgot all about his evil intentions, his master plan, everything. He was close to forgetting his own name and he would have if Y/N had not interrupted him. 

"Does he talk?" she whispered to Peter, who swatted her shoulder and threw her an incredulous glance. Quentin's hand balled into a fist as soon as he saw Peter hitting Y/N. No one was allowed to hit her. He soon came to his senses and let his hand fall loose, confused. What was wrong with him? What was this effect Y/N had on him? "Quentin, are you okay?" He looked at Peter and Y/N, who stared at him with concerned eyes. "I'm… I'm fine. Y/N, right? I'm Quentin, Quentin Beck." 

He held his hand out but instead, Y/N gave him a tight hug. A bit shocked, he returned the hug, putting his strong arms around her waist. "Thanks for protecting Peter," she mumbled. "My duty," Quentin whispered back, patting her head as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. He threw a panicked glance at Peter but the young man could only shrug. "Go with it," he mouthed, a smirk blooming on his face. What the hell was Parker thinking? 

"Um, Y/N, are you alright?" Quentin asked a few minutes later and Y/N pulled away, sniffling. Quentin suddenly felt cold, he wanted her in his arms again. "I'm fine, I was just worried about Peter. I told him I had a bad feeling about the trip and then… then that horrid creature attacked-" "Y/N! Don't worry, I can handle myself out there, I'm big now. I fought Thanos, for God's sake!" Peter groaned, crossing his arms. "You also died, young man! Do you know how that made me feel? I was depressed for months after your death, after everyone's death!" Quentin stared at the two as they bickered. 

Why did Y/N have that effect on him? He had to call off his entire plan, it seemed worthless now. Sure, he had a grudge on Tony Stark for years now, but for what reason? Just because he didn't give Quentin credit? Called his creation BARF? Silly! He could start all over, make something useful, take full credit. And what about Spider-Man? Spider-Man and Mysterio, two people who had nothing against each other. They hadn't met before, too! That's it, Quentin decided, he had to call his entire plan off. 

"Quentin, are you alright? You zoned out, again," Peter said, noticing the hollow look in Quentin's eyes. Peter and Y/N had stopped bickering a long time ago. Peter liked Quentin. Especially the way Quentin had helped him defeat the Elemental, Peter found that very fascinating. "Huh? I'm fine," Quentin muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "You seem tired," Y/N said, placing a hand on Quentin's forearm. Peter smirked as he saw the slight blush that arose on Beck's cheeks. So Quentin had a crush on Y/N! That explained all the zoning out! Peter smiled goofily, Y/N and Quentin would make a rather cute couple. 

A hot one, too, both of them were very attractive. "I am, had a long day," Quentin chuckled, placing his own palm on Y/N's hand. "You should go rest. I hope you have a place, if not, I can book a room in this hotel," Y/N smiled. She had to admit, Quentin Beck was the hottest and the most handsome guy Y/N had ever seen. And she knew Tony Stark. It was a given she had a crush on him. She hoped they would meet again so she could ask him for a date before the trip ended. "So, uh, Y/N, I'm going now."

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at Quentin. "Goodnight," she said, gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked back to her room. Peter gave Quentin a huge smirk as Quentin blushed furiously, two pink spots showing up on his cheeks. "Have a crush? Wouldn't blame you, to be honest," Peter shrugged. "What do you mean?" Quentin asked as he walked with Peter out of the hotel. "Steve, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Loki, Dr Strange, heck, even Mr Stark had a crush on Y/N when they first met! She has that effect, Ms Romanoff said it's her 'superpower'," Peter snorted, showing quotation marks with his fingers when he said superpower. Quentin smiled.

On the inside, he boiled of anger. How dare they think that way of Y/N? His, only his. New plan! Exposing Spider-Man was out of the picture now. New Mission: Impressing and wooing Y/N. He would make her his and show those degenerates, those pathetic excuses for Avengers whom Y/N truly belonged to. 

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"Cancel everything."

"But sir-"

"You heard me. Cancel. Everything."

"We've worked so hard-"

"Did I stutter? Just cancel everything, goddamn it!" Quentin screamed. "Y-Yes, sir," Jean sighed and went to alert his other co-workers. Quentin sat down on his chair, his head in his hands. "Sir, are you alright? Do you want water?" Quentin looked up and stared at Anne. "Sure." She went to get him a glass of water. Quentin felt as if he needed something stronger than water but now that Anne had gone to fetch water for him, he supposed he could wait a few minutes before going to the bar. "Here you go, sir," Anne called out, returning with a glass of water. 

"Thank you," Quentin mumbled, drinking the water. After he was done, he got up. "I'm going outside, tell everyone else," he told Anne, who nodded. Quentin left the place, going to the bar where he, along with Peter, had celebrated their victory over the elemental not even a few hours ago. Quentin walked into the bar. It was nearly midnight; the bar was still crowded, though. He somehow found a chair in front of the bar and sat. "One beer, please," he called out to the bartender, who nodded. Quentin patted his pockets to check if he had his wallet. 

He felt the slight bulge of his wallet and sighed in relief. The bartender placed the glass of beer in front of Quentin and left to serve the other customers. As Quentin raised the glass to have a sip, he heard someone calling his name. At the first call, he thought he misheard someone. The second time he was certain someone was calling him. He turned and smiled to himself as he saw Y/N making her way towards him. "Hi," he said as she sat next to him. "Quentin! I never expected to bump into someone I knew here, right now," Y/N chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "Why are you still awake? you need to sleep."

"Don't tell me what to do," Y/N countered and both of them laughed. Y/N, seeing the glass in front of Quentin, ordered a beer for herself, too. "What are you doing here, if I may ask," Y/N said, smirking at Quentin. "Couldn't sleep," Quentin shrugged. "Me too, to be honest," Y/N sighed. "Why not?" Quentin frowned. His Y/N, not able to sleep? "Bad dreams, you can say," Y/N said, picking up the glass of beer the bartender put in front of her. "I'm sorry," Quentin smiled sadly but she shrugged his apology off. "What were they about?" Quentin blurted out. 

"Peter getting hurt. When we were at the New York airport, Peter asked me why I wasn't excited about this trip. I told him I had a bad feeling about the trip. I've been having nightmares every night ever since we arrived here, in Venice. Next stop is Prague, I hope nothing bad happens there," Y/N explained quietly. "How about I join you on your trip? You'll have a friend by your side, plus, I can look after Peter with you," Quentin offered suddenly and Y/N stared at him. "You'll do that for me? You're the best, Quen," Y/N exclaimed with a broad smile, hugging Quentin tightly. Quentin smiled, hugging her back. 

"Of course. I have nothing else to do now, right? The Elemental, the sole purpose of my visit to this Earth, is defeated. Where do I go from here?" Quentin said, pulling away from Y/N. "You could go back to your own planet, Quentin. Don't the people there miss you, your friends and family?" Y/N suggested, a tad disheartened that Quentin couldn't stay with her. "Everyone on my planet was destroyed by the other three Elementals, Y/N. There's no point in going back there. Also, I've got friends here, right?" Quentin smiled, taking Y/N's hand. 

"Of course you do! We're your friends!" Y/N grinned broadly, clutching Quentin's hand. Quentin sighed in relief, the whole "other planet" story was made up, anyway. Quentin and Y/N quickly finished their beers. Quentin paid for both and the two… ahem… lovebirds walked out of the bar hand in hand. Quentin offered to walk Y/N back to her hotel since it was very late at night. As they walked, Quentin put an arm around Y/N's shoulder to see her reaction. 

If she did not push him away, she trusted him. If she pushed him away, she didn't. To his surprise, Y/N shuffled closer to him, pulling his arm tighter around herself. Quentin smirked, she definitely trusted him. And perhaps, liked him back. That was a start. They reached Y/N's hotel in under 10 minutes. "Do you have a mobile phone?" she asked him. He nodded, taking out his phone. She took it and added her number in his phone. "May I get your number?" she grinned. He nodded again, adding his number in her phone. "Tomorrow we're going for a boat ride across the city, something we couldn't do today because of the elemental. Join us?" Y/N questioned, hoping he would say yes. 

"Of course I will! A boat ride sounds nice," Quentin grinned. "Cool! Tomorrow, after asking the teachers, I will contact you, sounds good?" Y/N grinned back. "Alright. I'll go now, you need sleep. Goodnight!" Before he could turn, Y/N stopped him, grabbing him by the shoulders. 

She leaned on her tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to Quentin's lips, a perfect goodbye kiss. Though Quentin was beyond surprised, he went with it. They way Y/N fitted in his arms, the way the kiss felt, it was as if Quentin and Y/N were a match made in heaven. "Goodnight," Y/N whispered, pulling away from him. Quentin smiled at her. They waved at each other and Quentin left the hotel. A goofy smile found its way to Quentin's lips as he walked towards his lair. The kiss. The goddamn kiss. 

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"Whew! That was awesome, wasn't it?" Mr Dell grinned as the 15 students, 2 teachers and 2 chaperones walked to their hotel. They had just finished a beautiful boat ride across the city, but it was still early in the evening. The class had no plans for the rest of the evening. Peter thought that they'd have to get bored at the hotel. "It so was," Mr Harrington agreed. The students looked at each other with huge grins. Y/N glanced at Quentin to see him already looking at her. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Quentin whispered. The two hung around until they were at the end of the group. "I did, what about you?" Y/N whispered back. 

"I did, too."

Both of them gave each other broad smiles. Quentin put his arm around Y/N's shoulder and like the previous day, Y/N shuffled closer to him. "Yo, lovebirds, walk quicker!" MJ called out to them, turning around to flash a quick smirk at them. Quentin and Y/N blushed furiously, quickening their pace. They reached the hotel. "That's it? Nothing else today? It's not even 5!" Flash groaned, stomping his foot. "Well… I suppose you kids can hang out," Mr Dell shrugged. "I have a fun game idea, my cousins and I back in India play this game a lot," Anita piped up. "Which game?" Betty smiled at her.

"It's a song game. One person sings a song and the next person has to sing a song starting from the last letter of the previous song. For instance, if I sang a song and it ended in 'p', then the person after me sings a song beginning with 'p'," Anita explained. The group exchanged glances. "Sounds fun! Where do we play?" "How about my room?" Peter suggested. The two teachers politely declined, claiming they were tired. One other student, James, said he felt nauseous and declined, too. 

The 16 other people went to Peter's room. "Team up! How about 8 teams with two people each?" Anita called out. "Sure! There are exactly 8 girls and 8 boys, how about a guy and a girl?" The teams were, hence, decided. Peter and MJ, Ned and Betty, Flash and Anita, Nikki and Carson, Lily and Kyle, Eric and Miley, Ruth and Jason, Y/N and Quentin. Everyone sat wherever they could find place. Y/N and Quentin were squished together in a small bean bag. Both of them squirming around a lot until Quentin grabbed Y/N by the waist and placed her on his lap. "Making moves on Y/N, huh?" Carson teased as Eric and Jason wolf whistled. Peter smirked at the two of them. 

"There's no place for two people to sit next to each other in this bean bag," Quentin sighed, rolling his eyes. Y/N was blushing like crazy. "Okay, let's start!” Lily and Kyle were the first people to begin with the song. The game went on smoothly, the teams were actually able to come up with songs that started with a specific letter. Soon, it was Quentin and Y/N's turn. The letter they were given was 'L'. Both of them were lost in thoughts until Y/N suddenly came to her senses. "Let's talk about it, gotta get this off my chest," she sang. 

Quentin's eyes widened slightly. Her voice was elysian. "Fall for you, Steve James. Good choice," Nikki applauded, nodding. Y/N continued singing the song as the girls from the other teams sang along. "I fall for you, I fall for you, I fall for you, oh yeah I do, I do," Y/N sang, giggling as Kyle and Carson engaged in a dance off on their seats. Quentin simply stared at Y/N, which made Peter smile to himself. Why couldn’t they just date?

After Y/N was done, the turn landed on Peter and MJ. As they thought about which song to sing, Quentin turned to Y/N. "You have a beautiful voice, Y/N," he told her with a small smile. "Thanks Quen," Y/N smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. He easily put his arms around her waist and they sat there, snuggled into each other's arms. "You guys literally cannot make your relationship any more public," Betty deadpanned humorously. "Shut up," Y/N whispered at Betty's comment, leaning up to give Quentin a small kiss on the lips. She was feeling quite impulsive that day, to be honest. 

She knew Quentin reflected her feelings; the way he was always looking at her everytime she turned towards him, the way he had a smile every time she spoke… Y/N was not an idiot. "Ugh, PDA," Lily groaned and Quentin laughed, pressing his lips to Y/N's forehead. This was not how he imagined one of them would make the first move, but he wasn't denying it. This only made his job easier. His job was done, he could say. He impressed Y/N, he wooed her, that was it. Now he would cherish this beauty for the rest of his life. 

"Alright, we give up, I can't think of any song that starts with 'Z'!" Y/N heard Ned exclaim. What, Peter and MJ's turn was done already? She was so lost in thoughts. The thing she was thinking about was how Quentin and her were finally dating, all thanks to her. And thankfully he didn't make a scene when she kissed him, he went with it, even. 

It was understood. 

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"May!" Peter exclaimed, running towards the woman who was waiting with her arms open. "Dude forgot his luggage," Y/N blinked and Quentin chuckled. They were returning from Prague. The second half of the vacation was awesome, or so were the thoughts of the students. Y/N and Quentin actually had their first date in Prague. "Y/N! Come here!" May called out and Y/N reluctantly left her boyfriend's side to give the woman a hug. "Who's this gentleman? Your boyfriend?" May whispered in her ear and pulled away. "May! Yes, yes he is. We met in Venice," Y/N whispered, giggling. The two ladies looked at Peter and Quentin, who were struggling to get the luggage into May's car. 

"Wait, boys, let us help."

After everything was done, the four of them- May, Peter, Quentin and Y/N- sat in May's car. May drove, Peter sat in the passenger seat and Quentin and Y/N sat behind. "So, um, what's your name?" May asked Quentin. "I'm Quentin, Quentin Beck. You're Peter's mom, I assume?" Quentin replied, a smile on his face. "No, dear, his aunt. May, May Parker. How did the two of you meet?" May asked, glancing at Y/N. "Long story…" she mumbled. "Long drive home," May reminded her. Peter volunteered to explain how he and Y/N met Quentin and then Y/N told her how she started dating him. Quentin was quiet throughout, a small smile on his face. This is it, this is life. 

Y/N was his, did he want anything else? Actually… yes, he wanted one more thing. To see the faces of the other Avengers as Y/N introduced him to them. Especially the faces of those who had a crush on her. "So, should I drop the two of you off at the Avengers Tower?" May asked. "Sure! Nat, Steve and Tony are waiting," Y/N nodded. "Good!" They reached the Avengers Tower in the next half an hour. Y/N and Quentin got out, collected their luggage and waved goodbye to May and Peter. "Bye guys! We'll see you tomorrow!" May drove away. Quentin and Y/N looked at each other. Together, the two of them had four bags between them. Quentin took two and Y/N took two. They walked inside. 

Tony, Thor, Steve, Natasha, Loki, Bucky, Sam and Wanda were waiting in the lobby. "Y/N!" Steve exclaimed as she walked in. Everyone immediately went silent as Quentin walked in next. "Hello!" Quentin waved enthusiastically. "Uh… Y/N, who's this?" Bucky asked slowly. "Why don't you introduce yourself, baby, I need water," Y/N whispered to him. Quentin nodded and Y/N gave him a quick kiss, leaving to get a glass of water. Natasha and Wanda ran after her. "Y/N! Y/N!" She stopped, turning around to face her best friends. "Hi guys! I missed you!" She hugged the two ladies. "Who's the guy? Your boyfriend?"

"Yes! We met one day in Venice and were an official couple the next day," Y/N gushed, filling up a glass of water. "That was quick. Wouldn't blame you, he's hot," Wanda snorted. "Is he Italian?" Natasha asked. "Nope, American. Long story, come sit." The three ladies sat on the nearby couch and Y/N explained everything about the Elemental to them. Quentin, meanwhile, was being glared at by 6 men. "Did she just call you 'baby'?" Steve asked quietly, his arms crossed. "Well, I mean I'm her boyfriend, it only makes sense…" Quentin chuckled with faux nervousness. "Boyfriend? Y/N's dating you? What's your name?" Sam scoffed. 

"I'm Quentin, Quentin Beck," Quentin introduced, holding his hand out for a handshake. When no one took it, he let it fall to his side awkwardly. "How did you meet and when did you start dating?" Tony asked sharply. "Well… Peter introduced me to her one day and we were officially a couple the next day," Quentin said slowly. "One day? It took you one day to woo her? We've been trying for 5 years!" Thor exclaimed, enraged. "Oh, uh… sorry?" Quentin offered, still maintaining the nervous look on his face. 

Deep inside, though, he was jumping and screaming with joy. This was the exact thing he wanted to witness. "What did she see in you?" Bucky sneered. "I defeated the Elemental, you know," Quentin pointed out. "What the fuck is an Elemental?" Steve asked, scrunching his nose. "Long story. Here to listen?" The 6 men nodded and Quentin explained everything to them. In the end, they were left staring at him in shock. "Also… if you really like Y/N, you wouldn't be so rude to me. If you were friendly with me, that would make Y/N really happy," Quentin pointed out offhandedly. 

"Great point. Alright, goldfish, you're accepted," Tony sighed. Quentin grinned. Oh, how he would love driving the male Avengers up the wall everyday. 

"Boys, we're getting dinner, are you joining?"

"Sure!"

The 7 men walked towards the ladies and together, the 10 of them went to the dining room to get dinner. 

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A/N: Hi! This is kind of a weird fic, I get it. It is one of my old works, I wrote it like 1 year ago or something. If you do like it, consider leaving a like! It will be much appreciated, thank you!! I love you guys a lot. Please send prompts if you want to read more from me.

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[thewritepages]

The Diary of the Older Collegiate (#TheFreshman Series) (1)

Synopsis : Annabelle Green is somewhat in a situation no thirty year woman would want to find herself in : (Un) Happily divorced, childless and with a job worth peanuts and migraine. The downward spiral of her life doesn't seem to end anytime soon until her sister reminds her of her most cherished dream.

College.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

MAY 3, 2019

3.30 A.M.

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I hate myself.

No, really. I may have called it once or twice in the past due to mild anger or frustration, but this.

This is real.

I mean, I may be the only person who would:

A) Cry over a failed marriage during an interview

B) Scratch that, cry over a failed marriage in midst of the most IMPORTANT interview in my entire career!

C) Go straight to the pub later to drown my sorrows when I know perfectly well what would happen if I do get drunk.

D) Do what would be obvious to a broken-hearted, career destroyed, thirty year old drunk woman: Leave a string of carefully selected profanities on the voice mail of my beloved ex-husband.

E) Waking up several hours later on the side of god-knows-what street staring in horror at the drunken messages I've sent to everyone in my cell's contact list- which would also include my parents.

And to think of it, I managed it all in little less than 12 hours last night.

I think I'll just dig a burrow in my apartment and never come out of it. Wait a minute...

That's it! I'm never leaving my apartment again. It'll be perfect- I'll take up one of those work-at-home jobs they always advertise on the internet, eat ramen noodles for sustenance and stay protected from the world outside throughout my life.

In fact, I'll tip off my doorman to tell my family that I've left to pursue my inner self and I may never come back again. As many years pass by, my family would mourn over my presumed death while I get a plastic surgery done and change my name to something untraceable like Ronal Wallis.

Oh, jolly good! A brilliant idea. Why didn't I ever think of this before?

MAY 3, 2019.

13.30 P.M.

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Err; maybe the whole change-my-identity-and-live-happily plan didn't exactly work.

Don't get me wrong, it didn't totally blow up or anything. My doorman, Steve did his job perfectly, informing my sister that I have indeed joined Deepak Chopra on a journey to find myself in a tiny village in the Himalayan Valleys. He narrated the story in such a sober tone that even I found myself believing him for a moment.

But Steve and I didn't realize that in order to leave the country, I would actually need my passport- The passport which is still in my ex-husband's apartment along with the rest of the stuff I was going to pick up this week.

Unfortunately, my sister was very much aware of this piece of information.

"Anna, it's been two months. You've got to get your shit together. You cannot stay dep-" I gave my sister a warning glance.

Not the D-word. Definitely not the D-word.

"I'm completely fine."I mumbled, looking down at the dregs of my empty coffee mug.

"No, you're not completely fine Annabelle Green. You've stopped calling, stop visiting all of us. Hell, nowadays you don't even get your ass out of the bed. Now, I know what Luc-"she stopped short, taking in my pained expression.

Another word I do not want to hear – Luc- Lucas.

Lucas .Lucas. Lucas.

"I'm sorry," Kat, my sister, bowed her head down low. "I shouldn't have brought him up."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." My eyes closed from exhaustion. "Kat, why are you here?"

"Well, last night you-"

"I KNOW. It was a mistake. And I think I sent an explanatory text earlier this morning."

"That won't stop me from checking up on you, Anna. I'm bloody worried about you."

My eyes descend down to her enormous belly. She shouldn't worry about me right now- I'm not the one who is due for two bouncing baby boys in less than two months.

Did I just say bouncing? Oh, Lord.

"How're the boys kickin'?" I pat her belly gently, forcing myself to smile.

Her face instantly relaxes. "Oh, they're kickin', all right," she smiles at me, "Didn't give me a wink of sleep last week."

Well, that makes the two of us.

"I can't wait for little John and Paul to meet their ol' Aunt Anna." At least this was true. The arrival of my twin nephews is the only thing keeping me up for the past couple of months.

"Anna, we have talked about this. I'm not naming the kids after The Beatles."

"Why not? I recommend you have another set of twin boys so we'll have the entire boy band in our family."

"And have four crazy boys running around the household? No thanks. Phil and I would probably die of insanity."

Sigh. Phil and Kat. Their story is the closest you'd ever get to a fairytale- childhood sweethearts; they were two young teenagers wildly in love but were painfully separated to colleges at the opposite ends of the country. When it looked like it was truly over between them, they reconciled during the summer after college. It was literally The Notebook all over again, leaving out all the letter writing and the crazy house building. I don't think Phil is capable of fixing a broken lock, let alone build an entire house.

Suddenly, I felt someone holding my hand tightly. I look up to see Kat's eyes filled with tears. "Annie, come home. Mum and Dad miss you. I miss you. We want to stay with you in these difficult times. A few days away from Seattle will do you good. "She gets up. "Mum, Dad and Phil are waiting for us in the car downstairs. I'll help you pack up."

My heart softens, but I raise my eyebrows in sarcasm. "So, they sent you to emotionally blackmail me, right? Well, it's working, Mommy –in-waiting."

She tweaks my nose playfully. "It always does, baby sis."

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A/N :

Hi there, thank you for taking the time to read my new diary styled new ChickLit series:

"The Diaries of an Older Collegiate"(#TheFreshman).

If this chapter ignited an interest for this series, please let me by reblogging or sending me a message. I'm very new to Tumblr writing so it'll really help me calm my nerves :")

Lastly, I'm tagging a few lovely authors here whose works I've been binge reading and they've really inspired me to put out my work out here. Authors, if you like this chapter, I'd be very grateful if you could share it among your network and let me know :)))))

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[isimp4hawkz]

The Thief

(Hawks x Fem OC)

this is an old fic of mine, back when i first got into hawks (what have i become?) i never published it. please bear with my undeveloped writing :} and on behalf of my pre-obsessed self, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.

-Edited slightly-

-Not 100% canon-

-Some aspects may seem far fetched-

Words: 2k

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Hawks’ POV

Recently, I've been cycling through a continuous loop of circumstances whereas every time that I'm about a millisecond away from saving someone in danger- the same, new, and hot pro hero swoops in right on the knick of time and steals my shot.

A spontaneous looker of a woman who went by the hero name Tundra. I hadn't ever heard of her before the little debut she had as of last week, as goes with most rookies. But this one was quick to gain her prominence in this city.

Do I honestly care all that much? Not really.

I think it's cool when a brand new hero who's fresh out of their side-kicking days steps up and climbs through the ranks, earning themselves a little popularity with the citizens as they answer their calls for help.

And to be frank, I've been taking it easy these days. More than I usually would. Out on the beaches during the day, and partying all throughout the night. Free time was scarce for me. I definitely won't put off having a good time while I still can.

Sure, if someone happens to be in danger on the way to the club, or down on the twisting roads that lead down to the shore, I swoop in and save the day.

The locals around here had basically memorized my name from years of service, but I was afraid that my name had become a blur in the mixture of countless other hero's.

Hell, maybe I'm just being dramatic. It's not like they could actually forget me of course. I'm the number 2 hero in all of Japan, how could you forget me?

You'd think that taking a short hiatus would gain me some sort of up in demand from the fans, but it was the exact opposite of that. I had fallen down to 4th in the approval ratings, instead of remaining proud in my little silver throne.

All because of her...and my own laziness.

And then, I decided that that was enough fun...to some extent...for now at least. It was time to head back into the city, and reclaim my throne—or, at least try to.

I settled onto the roof of my favorite building, it was the tallest one around here. If I wanted to catch a crime in progress, here would be the optimal place to start, where I had an eagle eye view of the city.

It’s funny, being up on this tower reminds me all too much of when I first met the vixen for myself.

An interesting encounter it was.

This is how it went;

I grunted when my wings had suddenly twitched with premonition midair. It was a natural reaction that occurred when something was about to happen, usually abruptly without much warning, a small shiver that pulsated through every single one of my feathers in the blink of an eye.

Instantaneously, two flashes of white sped past me in a blur of haste, followed by a gust of wind that physically made me wobble in my flight.

Ahead of me now flew someone. With a pair of wings as white as snow itself, feathers littered with black markings.

"Woah-" I uttered as I regained my balance, blinking in shock.

They were soon just a barely vivible spec in the distance.

'Huh...Well that's new. Can't remember the last time I saw another winged person besides...'

That person's name was long since lost in my memories. Last I heard, they'd transferred to another hero agency in distant city.

I'd only shrugged it off.

It was best to just continue my leisurely flight. I was in no rush, after all. I've waited this long to get back into the game, what's a few spare minutes of taking my time got on me?

The office building stood tall, barely piercing the sky. It's thin structure made it look like just the faintest breeze could make it topple.

A draft of wind blew viciously against me. It was much cooler up here, the air was naturally a bit thinner. Not that I wasn't used to it, but it had been well over a week since I'd gone here.

I exhaled peacefully as I took my perch on one of the building's edges, gazing down at the city. The sun was beginning to dip into the horizon, lighting the land with tranquil variants of orange and pink. People looked like mere ants from up here, scurrying aside toy vehicles.

The sunsets always looked so nice from here.

Most would see this as a time to be at home and prepare themselves for bed. But for a villain, it was happy hour. A time for iniquity to prosper in the shadows.

'Now then, let's see if we can find any-'

"Hey there." A voice had spoke from behind me, causing my feathers to stand on edge and bolt me into the air on instinct with one strong flap. I immediately whirled around, dumbfounded.

A woman stood before me. The pearly white pair of wings sprouting elegantly from her back and dotted with black markings taking me back to moments ago. They fluttered subtly as she studied me.

'That's strange...why didn't I sense her?'

She sported an inviting smile on her face, yet I could tell by the look in her eye that she was unsure of what to think of me. "Sorry for startling you. Come up here to wait for the stars?" She asks as she looks thoughtfully into the distant sky.

Her eyes shone a sharp grey that caught the sinking glow of the sun. The costume she wore wasn't exactly loose against her skin, ivory feathers imprinted into the fabric around her waist. Curves hugged in all the right places. Rather stunning.

'A hero?'

I must've been staring in a daze for too long, because she'd cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one leg to another in a little rocking motion.

I honestly didn't know what to think of her myself. I've never seen her before.

Mild curiosity somehow got the better of me in seconds. I'd've liked to get a bit of information off of her for my own self pleasure. A little flirtatious prodding would do the trick just fine.

"Now why would I waste my time lookin' up there when there's a much better view down here?"

She sucked in her cheek, never breaking eye contact with me as descended back down onto the platform so we were at the same level, hands dug deep in my pockets. Slapping on one of my signature lazy smirks, I continued, "So tell me, what's a beauty like yourself doin' all the way up here on this fine evening?"

My feathers had suddenly puffed up. It had startled me, but I managed to play it off with a small stretch.

That only happened whenever I wanted to give off a sense of superiority towards another individual, among other things.

She eyed my new display curiously. "Y'know, I could ask you the same—In fact I already did, actually—minus the little pick up line of course." She avoided the question, responding with a little quick-witted remark. It was hard to tell if she was hiding something, or if she's just being cautious.

"Well if you'd really like to know, I'm on duty. This is where I come to sort of survey everything."

She nodded, agreeing that that was a reasonable answer, and when I asked her about her own intentions, she responded with, "Oh, similar reasons. You're looking at a newbie trying to find her way in a foreign country, all while taking steps towards her dream of making something of herself.”

"New here huh? Excuse my manners, or lack of. Allow me to introduce myself. Wing Hero: Hawks." I gave her a curt bow, "Last time I checked, I'm still in the top 10 heroes in the country."

She gives me a strange look after taking my words into consideration. "Hawks..." The way my name rolled off her tongue as she sounded it aloud for herself made me swallow a lump. "In the top 10 you say? Never heard of ya—Granted, I've never really heard of anyone around these parts." She looked over into the horizon, rubbing her bicep. She seemed deliberately captivated by the colors settling onto the land.

'So she claims to be new to the country...'

I wouldn't doubt it too much. The honey color etched across her skin would definitely make others think twice about where she's from. There's also a small accent lingering at the back of her tone, I find it sexy.

Still, I'm rather curious about her, so I'll say something a bit more patronizing as an experiment, testing the waters or whatever. I bring my arms behind my head, looking over at the sunset. "Don't feel bad about being in the blind side. A newbie wouldn't know much about me in the first place unless they're some kind of huge fan, or even a stalker."

Then the look that burgeoned in her eye enthralled me. A corrosive flare. It spoke clear words. 'I don't like when people assume things about me.'

I almost bit my lip. 'That's hot.'

She sighed out nasally. "I can assure you, I'm neither one of those. Owl hero: Tundra." She barely spat that out as she crossed her arms, unintentionally making her breasts bulge in their bindings. "I've been on official duty in this city for over 72 hours now." She looked aside.

'Well that explains the wings.' Wouldn't a quirk like that be manifested from up North? But her skin and accent...She's a living cocktail.

And so I pressed on, chuckling. "I knew it. That cluelessness is bound to stem from lack of experience."

She raised an eyebrow as she met my eyes again. "Excuse me?"

The calmness in her voice was almost unsettling. It threw me for a loop. I genuinely can't think of any other female I've meet who could keep such a level-headed reaction up while being involuntarily insulted.

Those reactions were coaxing me to push her buttons. 'Let's see how far you'd go to remain in complete, professional control...'

"Don't take it personally, pigeon, it's just a fact." I was mostly betting on the bold assumption that she wouldn't take that nickname too kindly, and boy was I right.

"Pigeon?-" Her eyes flared along with a trembling fluff of her feathers. From the back of her throat came a short, rumbling sound resembling a hoot. Telling me I was crossing boundaries in a coherent avian language. Her pupils constricted, staring daggers straight through me.

'Hm. Definitely got bird of prey in her. Or maybe that's just her.'

I cooed mockingly in response, my wings unfurling widely to fan at her. Come at me.

The tension in the air weighed a ton as we stared each other down like natural enemies for a few lengthy seconds.

She seemed to have taken that as a challenge, but to my disappointment, she was quick to recompose herself, allowing her once erect feathers to relax against her back with a curt roll of her shoulders. Her eyes dilated back, though still a bit on the small side as she looked at me. I could feel it in every barb of my feathers, she was ready to tackle me a few moments ago.

It was sad to say that I found myself mildly disappointed. Mildly because to put it short, that reaction would've had my tail wagging if I were a dog. Well worth the effort it took to bring it to light.

She huffed out a breath. "You know what? I should probably be on my way. I'm wasting my time here. Good evening, Hawk man."

And with that, she calmly whirled around, unintentionally flashing me a great view of her juicy thighs and ass as she stormed off to the edge of the building, not forgetting to dramatically spread her wings.

Every step she took made those thighs shake. Holy fuck.

I had to will myself to not stop her. This urging curiosity to know more about this woman was certainly bubbling in its wake. Can't be the last time I'll see her. I don't think I'd allow it, actually.

She didn't look back as she jumped off the edge of the building, swooping down into the depths of the city.

I sighed, eyes promptly returning to study the calmness below. 'She's got a bit of a fire to her, doesn't she?'

"I'll stick a bit of a fire up your ass." A faint slur of mumbles drifted through the wind, making me blink confusedly as it reached my ears.

When I turned to look, there was no one.

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[shy--cookie]

The teacher...

The teacher... the bad one.

To keep his identity a secret (and in case one of my classmates or school finds this) he will be referred to as, MU. MU was the freshman/junior teacher at my school until he retired 2 ish years ago. In the first post and in the tags I already talked about things he did wrong architecturally but there were a lot of other things wrong with him.

ARCHUTECTURE (tags from post with some explaining)

With the way the school works your first year and few months of the next year (until the new freshmen came in) you would work with MU to learn the basics of CAD and Hand Drafting and to see if you wanted this to be your career path. If you got a bad teacher when you went through the different career paths it was very unlikely you'd pick that career. The other career I wanted to do I didn't pick because the way they went about it and all the teachers were lazy and didn't care and the one who taught the thing I wanted to do was an azz and only cared about himself and bragged about his past experiences (seemed like the person who would take credit for others work and says he got to where he is in life through his own effort and not the connections he had). When I went through all the career paths MU was out for a while so I didnt meet him till after I chose CAD. If I wanted to I could've switched out but I liked CAD and had already decided that it was what I wanted to do.

PERSONALITY

Would help when you didnt need help, ignoring those who did need help, and talked about his family or a job did years ago when helping you but you had to pay attention to his story or he got mad (so you couldn't work while he talked). Never told good jokes, got mad if you talked to someone while you worked, if a bunch of kids were in one area helping eachother (upper classmen helping lower clansmen) MU would separate them, and wanted to be called "Sir" at all times. One time during a lockdown drill (school uses the new system where you either stay put, run, or attack) we barricaded the doors and hid in a corner with anything we could use as a weapon. MU stood in the middle of the room (class has a long window that opens to the hallway) and stared at where we were hiding, made eye contact with the "intruder" as they passed by the window, went over to where we all were, sits on the floor, and calmly says "he saw us." Chewed gum all the time and his desk was behind the computer I sat at so I'd have to listen to his chewing the entire day. Made this face where he squinted his eyes when looking closely at something and chewed his gum louder with his mouth open.

MUSIC

During the day there would be music playing and if it was above a certain number of decibels (too fast) or just a little too loud he would have it turned down or the song changed because it would increase his heart rate (we listened to classical music). He also used to write music when he was young and owns a guitar. So, he'd randomly turn off the music and start playing and singing during the day (he wouldn't help you during this time and got upset when approached)(it was mediocre country music). MU hated when kids wore earbuds, airpods, or had their phones out so we couldn't listen to our own music. Wouldn't even let us listen to music on our iPads that the school gave us.

SEXIST

MU was VERY sexist, not just nicer or easier with punishments (just didnt get punished) but all Mu's favorite students were only girls. Sucks for me cause I'm a girl and was his #1 favorite. There were female students he didn't like or hated but it was few compared to the guys who almost all of them he hated. Always talked to female students and would check up on them throughout the day even if they didnt need help (ones he didn't like got ignored or pushed to the side).

TEACHING

In school we do a thing called a related where we all sit around a table and the teacher shows us what to do for assignments on the projector while the students all watch. If you didnt pay attention the entire time, or just weren't taking notes, he'd get mad and send you off to do the assignment yourself. If you fell asleep you got sent to I.S.S. (In School Suspension) or the principles office. Kid fell asleep during one of our first relateds and was targeted until the day MU retired. If you were struggling with an assignment on the computer he'd do the entire assignment for you to "show you how to do it", then undo everything and leave you to figure out what you have to do. Not easy to do when he didnt teach you the different commands and some kids got more in depth explanations or told what command they needed to use while others got told nothing or chastised the entire time. If MU didnt like you then you had to rely on your classmates, who he didn't like talking to you, even yelled at favorite students when they tried to help.

GRADING WORK

Would turn in work and have things marked wrong, turn in the assignment again with only the date changed and get it backed marked correct or some things marked wrong that were right or some marked right that were wrong. Could do an assignment and know the entire thing was basically wrong but he would mark it as correct. Had a printed out grading sheet that we had to update everytime we finished an assignment and the next week he'd print out a new one updated with what notes we left on it. Often marked assignments as missing or incomplete for weeks even when you marked it as done and re-turned in the assignment. 2 kids had all there assignments done but he kept marking the last few as missing even after they told him and showed him in person the completed assignments.

OTHER THINGS

MU had a stance that he did when he would approach me to talk to me while I was working to get my attention (I didn't like him and he made me uncomfortable so I'd ignore and try to avoid him). I would be in a chair and he'd put one hand on the desk next to me, other on the back of my chair, and turned the chair towards him so I would be cornered and forced to face him.

Tried getting me to go to after school help on Thursday (other kids and the other teacher would be there but he creeped me out) to get some of my work done but I'd try to avoid it. So, one time I said I was busy after school (some thing at church but it was later in the day) and he said to confirm he would call my mom. Called her and said she thought it would be fine if I went and wanted me to start going every week from then on. Saying she said, "school comes first." That last part was a lie, my family is very religious (her parents are pastors) and in our house God comes first, not school, not work, not your spouse, God. That one line bothered me so much I asked everyone in my house (even her) if that's something she'd say and everyone agrees she never would.

When MU was handing out a paper that our parents needed to fill out he asked me and this other girl if we needed ours in spanish so our parents could read them. This was my second year in CAD and earlier that week we turned in our infographics forms (we do this every year at every school I've gone to) that specify our nationality, language(s) we speak, and language(s) spoken at home. Not Spanish, don't speak Spanish, parents aren't Spanish, parents don't speak Spanish.

There are probably other things that I'm still forgetting but this has gotten a bit long. But that's basically everything wrong with him.

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DRAGON BALL Z

The CLASH OF THE THREE INTERCLOCKED REALMS!!! DRAGON BALLxNARUTOxONE PIECE Note:Takes Place before the beginning of Omniverse war Chapter 1 and after Omniverse war chapter 0 part 2!!!This is Universe-25,00 , Earth#25,00 of the Multi-Omniverse. Setting:We now enter Mount Powsu home to a legend!

Goku:"Okay time for some training! Chi Chi:"Goku , nows the time for farming not training now get out in the yard." Goku:"Aw....but chi chi I got a call from a friend.He said this was really important and it may involve a new opponent, so I have to get stronger." Chi Chi:"Farm or else!" Goku:"ah...fine."

This is Goku a very strong hero of the planet earth, and one of the best martial artist to exist. As a boy to manhood he's gone on lots of adventures making friends all over wether started out friendly or enemy with his number one goal to fight stronger warriors in battle. At first it was to be the strongest as a boy but from young manhood to now He likes to spend his days eating and training and waiting for a new opponent to show themselves. He always loves a good challenge. He has train with some of the greatest martial arts teachers in his universe and trained under Gods later after that. Some of his battles would decide the fates of many and in the end he always pulled through... some see him as brave hero that never backs down to fight and protect. Others see him as only a battle hungry warrior that's only concern is challenging others stronger than himself and nothing more, but even though those two views of others are only through perception he is truly always Pure... and that's is it.

Goku picks up a farming tool and in his Gi(martial arts uniform)walks out to farm and train in secret. As he approaches the door he looks to the left only to find Goten(his youngest son,very Playful and strong.A brave martial artist with a lot of great potential.)playing with his toys, he then moves his head to the right to find Gohan(his oldest son,great scholar,former amazing Martial arts Warrior,and former vigilante superhero The Great Sayaman!!!)reading a book to videl(Gohan's girlfriend.Very feisty,trickster,a strong martial artist, the daughter of the new martial arts champion!) Goku then looks behind him to find no one at all. Goku sighed in relief. His angry wife(chi chi also former martial artist, living on the country side of the world with in the mountains now prefers for Goku to work and finally live a normal life after wasting their young years as adults training and fighting aliens, from her point of view.)was not in site, now he can secretly train while farming. He got stronger and his wife would be happy.It was a win, win. Goku was about to head outside the door. Now outside Goku was then attacked out of nowhere! A giant blue ball like beam almost hit Goku before he dodged and kicked it in the air. BOOM!!! Goku turns his head to see the beam made a huge impact!" Goku:"Okay Who's there show yourself!!"

Goku then senses the energy of a young boy hiding between the mountains. Goku instantly leaps in the air and flies towards the energy presence with his fist clenched!! The grip was very tight. It was obvious he was ready for a new fight! The farming tool lays on the grass in the front of the house already forgotten.

Goku uses his flight to head towards the mountains and figure out who attacked him. A spiky haired boy then appears from the mountains with a weapon in hand! He plans to catch Goku by surprise only for Goku to grab him by his shirt and snap his weapon in two with his bare fist! The boy tries to punch Goku only for Goku to instantly block his punch and fly down still holding the boy like a stuff animal as the boy angrily tries to break free from the grip.

Goku finally lands and drops the kid too. Goku then stares down at him and smiles. The boy just glares back at him. Goku's face then forms into a serious stare. The two then stare at each other for half an hour. Goku's face finally softens as he's now tired of staring making the boy give a confuse look that subsides into anger.

Goku:"So how strong are you little guy?" Boy:"Hey Shut up Sayian!"

Goku:"huh." Boy:"Yeah that's right I know who you are!"

Goku:"what's wrong with that?"

Boy:"you wana joke around pal fine, when I break every bone in your body then who will be laughing huh!"

Goku:"we can spar after lunch, I gotta go it's been half an hour and Chi Chi's making Senju want to come?!"

Boy:"Are you brain dead?! I just threaten you!"

Goku:"hey we can just have a meal before we fight. That's only fair isn't it?"

Boy:"look buddy, I'm not your friend! Go and have your fun meal but make it quick, because when I return your dead, here me dead! Grrr...."

Goku:"oh come on, have a meal, I can tell your hungry." Goku then approaches the boy with his arms out.

Boy:"what the... hey get away from me!"

Five minutes later....

We find the boy sitting next to Goku's family as Chi Chi prepares her amazing meal that they all call Senju. His face expression was anger. He was mostly annoyed and very embarrassed by the fact that he was carried in by a man two times his size and watched by the man's family who saw this from the front of the house looking for the man.

Goku then walks into the dinning room next to the boy and sits.

Goku:"Okay everyone, time to introduce our new guest."

Goten:"oh well who is he?And what is that thing on his head?"

Gohan:"That's a head band, but the metal on it looks like one often used in trained militaries, I can also guess by the symbol carved into the metal Goten."

Goten:"whoa.. so cool." Gohan then looks at the boy. Gohan:"am I right?" Boy:"hey shut up! Who gave you the right to meddle in my business huh?!"

Videl:"Listen Kid You will not speak this way while in this house.These are all good friends of mine!"

Boy:"listen Lady I never wanted to be here but he!*points furiously at Goku*carried me here against my will and is forcing me to eat his weird alien food!"

Videl:"Lady?!I'm a teenager!!!"

Boy:"you look like a lady to me."

Videl:"Well I'm not!" Boy:"whatever..."

Videl completely froze. She did not feel so embarrassed since her tv interviews about her Dad being the champ for many years. There was silence throughout the dining room. Everyone except the boy was curious of Videl's next move.

Videl's anger slowly grows as she wants to pound this kid to the ground for making her feel insulted with out showing any form of empathy at all.

Gohan could sense a frozen Videl's anger rising and immediately grabs onto her preventing her from trying to move. He knew she would unleash a beast from hell if he didn't!

Videl:"...wha... the... Gohan... let me go now!!" Gohan:"no Videl, I can't let you harm our guest or chi chi will be furious!" Videl:"I don't care! That little hedgehog started it!" Boy:"What did you call me?!" Goku:"hey guys easy okay...Chi Chi might here you..." Goten:"A dining room fight ahaha cool!"

Chi chi:"I hope you all are settled down in there..."

The uneasy voice of Chi Chi made the entire dining room freeze into place as everyone slowly got back into their seats from fear. Goku sighed in relief. Goku:"That was close." Gohan,Goten and Videl:"Kami save us all." Boy:"Kami huh,which one?"

We WILL BE RIGHT BACK!

BANDAI NAMACO!