#it's just like a hug like saying yeah good job that really could've happened
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Interviewing the cast. actor au.
Ken, Nahoya, Rindou, Yuzuha, Souya, and Tetta
⚅ Ken ⚅
“How do you feel about the fans reactions to your character?”
“I’m the nice guy without weird intentions. I’m the one they’d marry but there’s always something that holds me back, and it’s Emma.”
“I love those! Not only for the angst, but it’s also nice seeing you be a piece of shit every once in a while.”
“Do you know what I’d do to someone who constantly brings up their dead crush? Not only that but the unrealistic expectation to be like them?”
“What would you do?”
“I’d throw their ashes on them and tell them it’s never going to happen.”
“I’m dead!” You smacked the armrest and leaned back in your chair cackling. “Leave the ashes alone.”
“No, a point has to be made.” He said. “But that’s better than beating someone after they lost their sister.”
“Your character lost a lot of my love and respect in that scene! Like, yes he loved her, but that was Manjiro’s sister at the end of the day!”
“I was surprised many people still loved him. That was a hard scene for me to shoot because Manjiro is a good actor. I felt bad swinging at him while he had that look on his face.”
“We know you cry during movies, so this wouldn’t be any different. It’d make sense if it was harder since you’re compassionate.”
“I had to give him a hug after we shot that scene.”
“How do you relate to your character?”
“My mouth gets me into a lot of trouble.”
“Ooo, tell me how!”
“You’re so nasty!” He laughed. “I’m talking about when I taunt people as were arguing. Like that scene where I get stabbed by Peh.”
“I knew his character wasn’t getting much love after that one.”
“It went up after he beat Shion.”
“Cause who doesn’t love a man that can knock someone out with one hit?”
“I don’t. My character got stabbed for respecting his friend's choice!”
“What would you change about your character?”
“I’d have him do his job the correct way. A lot could’ve been prevented if he spoke up, but he was like a bystander. He didn’t try hard enough for me.”
“Yeah, he just went along with it to make his friend happy. He didn’t want to go against them. It’d be fair to say he deserves some of the blame.”
“I get it wasn’t his gang, but he was high enough to give his advice and be heard.”
“He was just following the leader.”
⚄ Nahoya ⚄
“Did you miss me?” Nahoya kissed your cheek and you wiped it just as fast.
“Not really.”
“Don't be mean.”
“Last time we talked, you got me kicked out of an exclusive event.”
“I hated your plus one.”
“You could've avoided them!”
“You should've known better. I've been going back and forth with them online before the event.”
“It was a petty squabble, I thought you’d be over it. Besides it's easy to ignore them online, just block them.”
“Tell me how that block button works when people start blowing you up to hear about your night with Takemichi.”
“I didn't sleep with him.”
“I didn't say you did, but they’ll think so once I tweet it.”
“You bet-”
“Done. And you know Takemichi’s just gonna make it worst.” He laughed as your phone started to go off.
“Ugh. How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“I love that they know he's vicious and I encourage them to go darker. I love seeing the crazy shit they come up with! Hell, I add my own stories for them to enjoy.”
“Cool, what do you write? Angst, Horror...”
“Anything dark satiates my hunger. I love making the reader squirm and see my character as some monster, but I throw in some fluffy moments.”
“I have to read it sometime.” Your phone continues vibrating and chiming on the table.
“Hehehe. You gonna pick it up?”
“Shut up!” You cut your phone off and put it in your pocket.
“While we're still on it. I hate that people think he’ll just abuse the ones he loves. Like yeah he raises hell when it comes to his enemies, but he isn’t just abusing his brother.”
“You want them to see that he’s capable of love too?”
“Yeah because it adds to his character. He’s a nightmare to his enemies, but he can be a dream come true to his honey. I can be that. I’m not just a player! I love the thought of having a successful relationship!”
“Getting kinda personal aren’t ya?”
“Yes because I’m sick of people cheating on me because they think I’m cheating on them!”
“Haha, you should’ve confessed that before you sent a horde of people to harass me! But seriously, that’s not right. You should have a conversation with them at the start and be honest about your feelings.”
“No shit.”
“Smart ass. How do you relate to your character?”
“We’re everyone's obsession. I'm catnip to my peers, they can't get enough of me! If I ever stopped hanging around them they’d be devastated.”
“You're much more conceited than I remember. Is there anything you’d change about your character?”
“It's not him that's the problem. He needs more screen time and I want to see how he interacts with his twin. Or just outside of the gang shit in general.”
“That would be nice! Especially if he's much sweeter than you.”
“Eh?”
“Sou-sou said you would pick with him when you guys were younger.”
“We were kids. All kids are jerks.”
“He was an angel.”
“Have fun with the press.”
⚃ Rindou ⚃
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“It's funny,” he snickered into his arm. “They give me gifts because they think I get overshadowed by my brother.”
“How often do they send you gifts?”
“I'm always getting fan mail with food, letters, electronics, and accessories. You name it, I have it.”
“Can your fans cook?”
“I’ll never know. I'm not eating anything they send! If I take a bite I might see they put their hair in it or worse.”
“Makes sense, people do get attached to celebrities in an unhealthy way.”
“They do but I want them to know that, in reality, I'm the one that always got spoiled. I could do no wrong in my parent's eyes. Ran hated it, but he blamed my parents so I got to hang out with him still.”
“Aww, you wuved your big brother. He was just the coolest to you back then, huh?”
“You’re teasing, but yes, he was. I thought he was the coolest and no one could tell me otherwise. Even when he was walking around with the short hairstyle from the 1900s, I thought he badass.”
“How do you relate to your character?”
“We’re both sadistic, but that side comes out when I’m spending one on one time with a lucky person.”
“Would you ever do that with a fan?”
“They’d probably annoy me the whole time.”
“How?”
“Saying they can't believe it or asking me to say specific lines like, you're the only person I want to spend my life with. It would be fine if we were together, but they talk as if it's not a one-night stand.”
“What would you change about your character?”
“Hmm. Nothing. I like him how he is.”
“They show just enough of him and don't stretch it based of the fans reactions.”
⚂ Yuzuha ⚂
“Did you have fun with Takemichi? I heard you went home with him after the party?”
“I'm gonna wring that twerps neck if he keeps making a post.”
“He just tagged you in the latest one.”
“Ignore it.”
“He said you gave him a good time and he'd be happy to see you again!” She covered her mouth while she scanned the post. “I thought you hated him!”
“I do! He's wording it weirdly to get attention from the press!”
“Well, it’s working!” She yelled. “What’re you going to do to stop him?”
“I don't know!”
“Poor thing.”
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“I love that they appreciate her, but I don't think she’d agree with a lot of the things they say. I won't get into it unless it comes up later.” She waved her hand and you moved on to the next question.
“How do you relate to your character?
“I’d do anything to protect my family. Not kill them but anything else.”
“Why not?”
“I can't protect them if I'm locked up. I have to be free so I can be there for them.”
“Right. Since you're gone the offender will have a field day?”
“And we can't have that! Not everyone is strong like Taiju. My kicks will damage the average jerk bold enough to hurt my family.”
“You're just strong as your character?”
“Yep, I've always been interested in martial arts as a kid. It's lovely and dangerous depending on the fighter.”
“Is there you’d change about your character?”
“There's no way she had a shred of love for the guy who called her brother, a victim of domestic violence, a loser. That's what I was going to say earlier. I hate that people are still making statements about the situation and saying the wrong things.” She banged her fist on the table as she spoke.
“Yeah, they forget that it's a mental thing too. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't just step up to his brother. The abuser wears down your confidence until you're right where they want you.”
“Exactly! And no matter what they say, he was the youngest. As the older sibling of course I’d let him lie. With the way society is, they wouldn't care that he's the youngest or that he was scared. I wouldn't want them to know either.”
“It's bad enough he's puking blood, but you're gonna add to his trouble by calling him a loser. That helps a lot.”
“But I guess that just shows what they think about real victims because the writer did portray it well.” Her voice was much more cheerful as she gave praise.
“He did because no matter how strong you are, the chances of them being able to act like your character are lower than they think.”
“Yep, that's like when people say they could never be with someone who mistreats them but reality hits and they’re another statistic.”
“Sad really. Nothing will change if they don't try to learn the full extent of abuse and not see it as something you can just fix in a day.”
⚁ Souya ⚁
“It's nice to see you again.” He hugged you before sitting across from you. “I heard about you and Tak-”
“Lies, all lies. Let's not spread rumors. Spread the truth.” He giggled at your reaction. A flash of his silver grill blinded you for a second.
“That's why I'm here. First question.”
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?”
“They’d hate me in real life because I’d...” He pressed his lips and balled his fist.
“You’d do what and why?”
“I’d be fighting because of Nahoya. It's always Nahoya. If he ever flirted with my partner, I’d beat his ass.”
“What if they were flirting, and he didn't entertain it.”
“I‘m the type to hurt those who hurt me. I don't care who you are, don't play with my heart. I don't deserve to be hurt. I'm a great lover.”
“Aww, I’d treat you nice.”
“You promise?”
“You’d want for nothing, but what else would make them hate you?”
“I don't cry every time there’s a problem. I'm vocal about my feelings and I often go too far.”
“Just like that?”
“Only if you're the reason we're arguing. If you do me dirty, I want to make you miserable.”
“I understand. That's why people take a minute to think about the situation before talking.”
“To those of you tuning in, send a text before you get home. Unless you want me to lash out.”
“Don’t warn them!”
“Either way, justice will be served.”
“Sou-sou, how do you relate to your character?”
“I love my brother.”
“Be for real.” You pushed his shoulder and he grabbed your hand.
“Welp. People think I'm rude, but unlike my character, I like it.”
“What?”
“It makes them change how they talk to me. They don't want to upset me because they think I’ll beat them up.”
“I'm sure it has its negative effects. Don't people assume you're being rude and try to argue?”
“Yeah, but I shut it down. If it escalates, that's their fault. They shouldn't assume how I am.”
“Is there anything you’d change about your character?”
“I don't know why he hasn't snapped yet.”
“Why would he? He's such a sweetie. He doesn't even like fighting.”
“He needs to start calling out his so-called friends. They treat him like a nurse but don't spend much time with him. It's obvious Nahoya’s their favorite and that hurts. Can you imagine being a twin and seeing everyone treat them better? And you're supposedly the nice one.”
“I see. Does that happen to you outside the series?”
“No, I'm loved by all my friends. Is that the last question?”
“Yep, we're all done.”
“Wanna grab something to eat?”
“After my interview with Tetta.”
⚀ Tetta ⚀
“How do you feel about the fans reaction to your character?” You asked.
“I don’t care, but it does irritate me since I know why it’s happening.” He rolled his eyes and groaned.
“What are they doing that bothers you, Tetta?”
“I feel as if people like me, who have similar experiences in life, understand what the fans are doing.”
“And what’s that?”
“You know.” He was right, but you wanted him to say it.
“I do, but some of the viewers don’t. Explain it for them.”
“Just know that if Shuji and I swapped roles, he’d have ten times the fans he does now.” The two of you laughed, the cameraman raised an eyebrow. “He’d become everyone’s favorite bad boy on screen. The viewers would make stories about him being the big bad mafia leader that takes care of them.”
“They don’t do that for you?”
“They do, but it's just a handful. However, the majority have me in their non-negotiable.”
“Meaning?”
“They won't write for my character at all. But my loyal follower, Shuji, gets a pass. He loved it a bit much, even got thrills from it, yet avoids the backlash.” You tried to hold back your laughter, but he made it hard.
“How do you relate to your character?”
“I know what it’s like to have the world against you. I grew up in a country that didn’t treat me well. It’s one thing to have other kids being mean to you, but another to have adults join in on the insults and mockery. It’s tough.”
“How did you manage to keep going and not crumble at the weight of their words?”
“My family made sure I knew that I mattered. When I would go home sad, they showed me in different ways that I’m loved. They went behind my bullies and gave me double the kindness. As a kid, it helped a lot. I’m grateful for their love and support.”
“That’s so sweet, you’re gonna make me cry.”
“I’m the one that got bullied. You just heard the story.”
“The memory has me emotional.” You fanned your face with the note cards in your hand.
“Do you want a hug?”
“From you, of course.”
“Is there anything you’d change about your character?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“Language.” You joked.
“Haha, there’s nothing to change. He’s well-written. No matter how people feel or what they say, he carries out his plan because he knows if he puts his mind to it, it’s set in stone.”
“You’d leave him with the trait that has him kill his childhood friend in every universe?”
“Yeah, that’s what gives Takemichi purpose. Speaking of Takemichi, is it true you and him-“
“Thanks for your time. Hopefully, we can chat in the future.”
“No problem, I always have time for you.”
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#draken x reader#ken ryuguji#nahoya x reader#nahoya kawata#rindou x reader#rindou haitani#yuzuha x reader#yuzuha shiba#souya x reader#souya kawata#tetta x reader#tetta kisaki
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Charthur headcanons bc idk I'm evil
Arthur made the first move. Charles always had to be careful being both gay and black in the 1800s. One wrong move could've been disaster.
Arthur and Charles both quietly crushed on each other for a while leading up to the Blackwater Massacre, but right before shit hit the wall, Arthur was going to confess his feelings.
Of course Arthur is so emotionally constipated he only sort of gets his point across before they have to pack up and leave.
But Charles sort of catches on, leading him to offer Taima for Arthur to ride in Ambarino as a way to sort of tell him he at least feels the same somewhat
It's nowhere near them actually saying "I have feelings for you" but it's a start. At least now after The Aftermath of Genesis they know the other one actually likes them if only platonically.
Their version of flirting is the little displays of affection they show. And by little I mean little. It's how Arthur tells Charles he needs to rest because of his hand. It's when Charles helps with the wagon in Eastward Bound.
I personally think at Sean's return party, Arthur gets hammered and finds Charles on guard duty. Only he doesn't exactly recognize it's him. Thinks he's just a very handsome stranger. I may have wrote a little fic about it. He technically confesses his feelings to Charles, he just doesn't realize it's him until Charles makes him realize.
And yet AND YET it's not enough to really make them start a romantic relationship because again! They're not the best at communicating their feelings. Arthur was drunk, and Charles doesn't want to push things until Arthur says the same things while sober.
They take things painfully slow at first. Yeah they have the hunting trip together and they'd both be lying if they said they didn't find it hot when the other killed their respective poacher.
When they went to stake out Dewberry Creek, Arthur had finally built up enough courage to tell Charles. For reals this time. That he loves him and wants to be with him. But of course we know how that ended.
Things are tense between them for a while. Arthur only comes along on Uncle's job when Charles gets involved because he wants to talk to him about how they left things. He never gets the chance though, unfortunately.
It's not until they're sent to find Trelawny when they finally get a chance to talk. Dutch sent them together on purpose because he (and everyone else) noticed how close they'd been. It's when Charles saves Arthur's life when the air is cleared between the two of them. They're still not officially an item yet, but at least they're in each other's good graces again.
Then Blessed Are The Peacemakers happens. When Arthur doesn't come back from the meetup, Charles starts to worry. The others tell him he'll be okay, but it doesn't really help to calm his nerves. He just throws himself into his work to try to get his mind off things.
Of course when Arthur finally returns all battered and broken, Charles can hardly stand the sight of him. Ms. Grimshaw and Strauss won't let anyone but Dutch or Hosea near him for a few days while they monitor him. The first chance he gets, Charles visits him with a bowl of stew. It's about as good a moment as any for a deeply emotional heart-felt conversation about their feelings right?
I like to think there was a bit more time between Arthur's recovery and "A Short Walk in a Pretty Town" so that he and Charles can have more cute moments together before. The horrors.
And then the rest of the timeline plays out mostly the same just with the added context that Charthur Real. So here's a bunch of little things about their relationship I think about a lot.
Arthur isn't a big fan of PDA, but Charles will sometimes give him a little peck on the cheek in front of the girls to make him a little flustered.
In private though, Arthur is so clingy. He and Charles may as well be tied together at the hip. He gives Charles the biggest warmest bear hugs, and he's almost always the big spoon when they cuddle. When Arthur is holding Charles, there is no escape.
Which is great for whenever Charles is understimulated and needs the weighted pressure. Sometimes he'll just ask Arthur to lay on him when it's really bad.
When Arthur grows out his hair he gets Charles to braid it sometimes. Y'know when he needs it out of his face.
Arthur loves giving gifts to Charles. Whenever he goes into town he always picks something up from the general store for him. Or if he goes out on a ride he brings back some burdock root or wild carrots for Taima or some yarrow or oleander for Charles himself.
Charles likes making things for Arthur instead of buying things. He'll make him some arrows or some health tonic. Sometimes he'll whittle something for Arthur too.
Arthur LOVES to draw Charles. He gets a whole separate journal just for Charles art.
When they get drunk together the entire camp is graced with their wonderful harmony (they are both so off key it hurts)
Sometimes they'll just go on rides together to nowhere in particular. Just riding for the sake of riding and enjoying each others company. They'll often just ride in silence, only speaking when giving directions or something.
Though sometimes they stay out too long "on accident" and have no choice but to camp out for the night. Oh no whatever shall they do.
My idea for their best ending is after American Venom, they get a ranch somewhere in Canada. Maybe a cattle ranch in Alberta or something. They both got the family bug from watching John and Jack. Arthur is understandably hesitant at first seeing as how his last venture into fatherhood ended, but after a lot of talk they decide that when they're ready, a family might be nice. I headcanon Charles as trans, so their kids would be biologically theirs if they decide to have them.
(Listen, listen, I know getting married with kids is not necessary for a happy ending. However I really love thinking about Arthur and Charles being dads and I think they'd be great at it! Plus Charles literally said he wants to start a family and I think he should be able to get what he wants!!!)
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The weekend of firsts
Okay, so I saw an interview with Checo today and got inspired, so I decided to write another fic, hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader
Warnings: it's long, it's fluff, mentions of crash
English is still not my first language so please be kind. 🥺
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The 2020 Sakhir GP was everything, but normal. First of all, it was a double header that weekend, which equaled double work, double effort, so you were exhausted just thinking of it.
You tried to do your best and perform on the highest level as the presenter of your local sports channel, but the first challenge came, when that horrible crash happened with Grosjean. The whole track went silent for such a long time, it felt like forever. You were absolutely terrified and shocked, but you had to keep it together because you had a job to do. Fortunately Grosjean was fine, but everyone knew that it was a miracle that he survived at all.
During the red flag you met some of the drivers, but this time you didn't ask anything, just wandering around with your cameraman shooting some scenes for your report and trying to forget what happened just minutes before.
You also met him during your walk, but you two just sadly waved at each other from afar. You had admit that you started to like him more than the rest of the grid. You liked all the drivers of course, but he was just...different. He always had something nice to say to you, even if he doesn't really like the media stuff, and also stayed there with you for a few more minutes when he could ask some questions about you, or just to know how are you doing.
That's one of the reasons why you were devastated when you heard the news that he will lose his seat for next year at Racing Point and probably in Formula 1 too. You were angry about it - more than you should have - but you couldn't do anything just to try cheer him up (and yourself) a little bit, most of the time with horrible jokes, which he actually laughed at everytime, so you could be satisfied with yourself.
This time however there was nothing to laugh about. The race had a restart, which was going well, but Checo had a DNF so it was just going downhill from that point. He arrived at the media pen soon after he got out of the car, and for your surprise he was directly heading towards you, ignoring all the bigger channels' journalists, which apparently surprised them too. You nudged your cameraman, cleared your throat to ask your questions, but as soon as you saw how mad and dissapointed he was, you just wanted to hug him and tell him, that everything's gonna be okay. But that would be very unprofessional of course.
"Checo, so sorry for what happened, but I have to ask, how do you feel right now?"
"Well, obviously it's really unfortunate, not just for me, but for the whole team."
"Do you think you could've finish on the podium today, if you were able to continue?"
"Yeah, definitely, we had the pace the whole weekend, so I think the podium was possible for me, even a win too."
You were smiling at him for the whole time to calm his nerves a little bit, and it worked, because his features softened a little bit, at least what you saw with a mask on his face. You just saw his eyes and god they're beautiful.
"Will you try again next week and go for the win?"
"Do you want me to?" He leaned onto the barrier between the two of you and looked directly in your eyes.
What?
"Well... of course it would be an exciting race if you could fight for the win."
"I can do that if you promise you will root for me."
What is he doing? He probably got hit on the head.
"I'm just rooting for an exciting and safe race, and we will see what happens. Anyway, good luck for tomorrow."
"Thank you Y/N."
This is the first time you are grateful for the mask because you blushing like hell. He never said anything like this before, it could be the adrenaline, or maybe he just tried to cover his anger, you don't want to see anything into this.
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After last weeks' events you were exhausted, but also can't stop thinking about what Checo said to you. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't liked that, in fact you would be more than happy to play along if there were no cameras. However, you didn't have time for these kind of thoughts during the day, because it was really busy with all the coverage from the track and the interviews.
You were of course rooting for Checo in secret, hoping that he will finally get his maiden win, because you wanted to see him happy and smile again and also you wanted RP to regret letting him go. Things were already going wrong in the first lap of the race, which you couldn't believe. Checo got kicked out by Charles and had to box to change his front wing which dropped him to the last place of the grid. You were already thinking about plans to comfort him after the race (including some inappropriate thoughts, but you reminded yourself that you needed your job), but the next thing you know he was going through the grid like a rocket and soon he was in 3rd place.
What happened at Mercedes was a huge mess, and you felt for them, especially for George, but this fuck up meant that Checo was leading the race. Just the thought of the fact that he can actually win this race blew up your mind, but it became more and more possible with every lap and you started to actually root for him, screaming and jumping up and down as you watched him driving in front of everyone.
Finally there was the chequered flag and he crossed the line, winning the Sakhir GP with team that abandoned him. You heard him crying over the radio and you couldn't help yourself but cry too, tears coming down your cheeks, you were so happy and proud of him. You wanted to go to the podium ceremony to hug and kiss him, because yeah... that's what you really wanted deep inside of you, but unfortunately you had a job to do.
You were more than excited to see him arriving at the media pen as the winner, and he didn't dissapoint you, he was almost running towards you, you could tell he was over the moon.
"Checo, congratulation to you, what a race! You did an amazing job today, falling back to P18 and now you standing here as the driver of the day."
"Yeah it was tough at the beginning, I thought I'm out of this race and have no chance to win or even finish on the podium."
"I can see it in your eyes that you're obviously really happy, but I expected more, maybe a little victory dance or something."
He started to laugh at your words, which made your heart melt.
"Actually, I still can't believe that I won, it feels like a dream, maybe I am in fact dreaming."
"No, you're not, if I could pinch you, I would do that to make you believe."
Suddenly he held out his arm to you.
"Please do it, so I can believe."
You were a little surprised at his action, but you grabbed his hand and pinched him hard. You cannot describe how good it was to touch him, but you had to stay focused.
"So? Is it okay now?"
"It is, thank you, glad you're really here and not just in my dreams." Oh no, he didn't. "Hope you were rooting for me." Yes. "Maybe you're my lucky charm."
"...Well, we will find out that on the next race. Congratulations again, you really deserved it. Enjoy your party tonight."
"Thank you, I will." He winked at you and he didn't go away to give his next interview, which was odd. Instead, he moved closer and started to talk to you.
"I was thinking, maybe you could join me tonight. I'm really grateful for you, because you always cheered me up even when things went really bad and I just want to thank you in some kind of way."
"Checo you're really kind, but there's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job."
You obviously doing more than your job when it comes to him.
"Is it your job to comfort me, and look at me the way you do?"
Shit.
"Y/N, I can see how you look at me, and if I see that right, then I just wanted to tell you that I feel the same. So I would be really happy if you could be by my side tonight."
Oh my god.
"Checo, I'm... Look. The truth is that yeah, I really enjoyed every second of our little interactions, and what you said today and yesterday it made me feel good. I loved it honestly. I would gladly go out with you tonight, but it would be really suspicious, especially after those comments of yours and I don't wanna lose my job."
"I totally understand you, and I don't wanna get you in trouble. But you know me enough to know that I won't give up on this. I want to celebrate and share my happiness with you, and if it means that we have to do it in secret, I don't mind it. In fact maybe that would be much better."
You just stared at him, not a single idea what to answer. You wanted this too. You longed for his company, and even for more than that, if you want to be honest. Don't know when you started feeling like this for him, but you did.
"I will not leave until you say something and that will be suspicious."
Oh fuck, he's right you were talking for too long, the other journalists already looking at you questioningly.
"Okay, fine. I will send you my number, and call me tomorrow. I guess we need to find a solution for this."
You acted like you were forced to agree, but in reality, you wanted to kiss him right now, in front of everyone. What a headline that would be.
"You don't know how happy I am right now." His eyes were smiling at you.
"Believe me, I can imagine." You smiled back to him.
"Talk to you tomorrow then. I can't wait." And with that he took off to give the other reporters what they want.
You started to feel butterflies in your stomach, and you knew immediately you were in big trouble indeed.
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In the Most Unexpected Places
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Javy 'Coyote' Machado (aka floychado)
Summary: The unexpected place is Texas. After the mission, Coyote and Bob hadn't thought they'd be seeing each other until after the month long leave they'd been granted. However, finding themselves in the same place (again), they start spending more time together. Just as friends, right?
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: none really.
Notes: I read a couple of hangster fics with Bob/Coyote as a background pairing (most notably Barnes_Brain's Sliding into Home series on ao3) and promptly lost my mind. Needed to make it happen more. Thank you to @wyn-n-tonic for letting me bounce inital ideas and answering my questions that I kept badgering you with from the couch. And thank you to my dear cheerleader @a-reader-and-a-writer for betaing, offering support, and coming up with the title! Couldn't have done it without you bby<3
MASTERLIST
(I know it's Bob's story too but Coyote gets the gif this time, sorry Bobby bby)
"Bob? Is that you??"
Bob whipped around hearing his callsign, not having expected anyone to recognize him in a grocery store in Deer Park, Texas.
"Coyote? Hey, man, wh-what're you doing here?" Bob asked, smiling as the other man pulled him into a quick hug. The greeting was warmer than Bob would have expected, but he was very pleased with it nonetheless. It was good to see Coyote, and perhaps the other man felt the same. It had been less than a week since they had last seen each other on base, but somehow it felt longer, the change of scenery making Bob lose track of time a little bit.
"I should be asking you that! I live here. But I thought you were from somewhere.. not Texas?" Coyote said, scrunching up his face trying to recall if Bob had ever mentioned where he was from.
Bob had not, and now he realized that neither had Coyote, actually. They'd had more important things to focus on in the last three weeks, he supposed.
"Yeah, I'm, uhm, I grew up in Wyoming, but my mom is from here actually. We're here visiting my grandparents for my leave," he explained. "I'm just realizing I never even asked where you were from. I just assumed somewhere in Texas maybe, but at least I know now," Bob chuckled, giving an awkward half-grin that he hoped conveyed that he was sorry for not making more of an effort to get to know the pilot.
"I'm sorry I never asked you either. Guess we never really got there, huh?" Coyote shrugged.
"Robby? Where did you disappear?"
Bob heard his mom calling after him just before she appeared at the end of the aisle behind Coyote's back.
"Robby?" Coyote mouthed at him, and Bob felt himself flush a little.
"Believe it or not, I'm not actually Bob to these people," he smirked to Coyote, before turning to his mom.
"Sorry, Mom, I ran into a friend. This is Javy Machado. Coyote, this is my mom, Michelle," Bob made the introductions.
"Nice to meet you, ma'am. I had no idea Bob had family here, I was surprised to see him just now."
"Oh yes, I grew up here in Deer Park," she smiled warmly at the two. "Machado? I think there was a Machado on my brother's football team in high school," Michelle mused, mostly to herself.
"Could've been my dad, or one of my uncles. They all played."
"What a fun coincidence that Robby knows someone from here too! Are you in the Navy as well?"
"Yes, ma'am, a pilot. We met just recently."
Bob tried to keep his mom from worrying too much, so he appreciated that Coyote didn't mention their most recent mission in more detail. Bob would talk about his work with his family as best he could, but he knew his mom worried a lot, and he felt better keeping the rougher details of his job from her. Mentioning the mission now would just dig it up again.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, dear," Michelle said to Coyote. "Maybe we'll run into each other again while we're here! Robby, we should run now, your Pop will be waiting."
"Yeah, of course. Uhm, I'll—" Bob turned to Coyote, not really knowing what to say.
"We'll see each other in like twenty minutes in the group chat anyway, right?" Coyote grinned. "Go, man, don't leave your Pop waitin'."
"Right. See ya around!"
"See ya, Robby," Coyote winked.
Bob shook his head, laughing, and turned to hurry after his mom.
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Coyote was right. They did see each other (figuratively speaking) later that afternoon in the 🗡️SKWAD group chat Fanboy had set up to keep in touch during leave, and they told everyone how they happened to be vacationing in the same place. Most of them were kind of jealous that the two of them could hang out even during leave, what with the codependency already forming within the group, which made Bob realize that maybe he should do something to utilize that possibility.
He'd just never spent time alone together with Coyote, and while there was nothing wrong with the other man, Bob wasn't even sure Coyote (or Hangman, since they were often a package deal) liked him enough to hang out alone with him. Bob knew that the first impressions on all sides had long since faded, but he still didn't know if there was any basis for a deeper connection between him and the pilot, so he didn't make any moves on it.
However, after a couple of days passed, Bob found himself needing the company of someone who knew about the mission to be able to decompress from.. everything. He thought about calling Phoenix again, but then he remembered that he could also hit up Coyote and ask if he wanted to hang out for a bit. Sure, they hadn't really had a longer conversation together outside of the time they were at the hospital with Phoenix after the bird strike incident, but Bob remembered finding Coyote's presence comforting then. He had shut his eyes and just listened to the two pilots talking, and that had helped him ground himself.
Gathering his courage, Bob shot Coyote a message.
Bob: Hey. Would you want to hang out for a bit? Feeling like getting away from the family for a couple of hours.
Coyote: hey man, sure thing. i can come pick you up if you send me the address
And that's how Bob ended up in the passenger seat of the pilot's truck, not really knowing where they were going, but feeling calmer already.
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Javy looked over at Bob who had his eyes closed. After settling into the car, Bob had asked him if he could turn the radio just a little quieter, and then shut his eyes. Not to sleep, Javy knew, but to recenter himself, it seemed.
"Did you have anything specific in mind?" Javy asked, turning left to drive through quieter roads.
"Nah. Just... If you don't mind, just driving around for a while sounds perfect. I can pay for the gas," Bob responded, eyes still closed, but head turned in Javy's direction.
"You're good, Bob, don't worry about that." Javy glanced at the quiet man next to him again. "Everything okay with your family?"
"Oh, yeah, it's not that. Everything's good with them." Bob opened his eyes finally, and continued speaking, "It's just that the mission is still so fresh, and it's not like I can really talk to them about it all. And you know I like to have my quiet time. With a house full of noisy relatives that's not so easy. I could take a walk or something – that's what I usually do when I need a moment – but…"
"But you needed to see someone who gets it?" Javy guessed. "Yeah, I feel that."
Bob just hummed in agreement.
"If you want to talk about it, you can. I know it was even more intense for you."
"Thanks, Coyote. I appreciate you doing this. Honestly, this is helping a lot already," Bob said, and Javy looked at his face for a sign that the other man was brushing off the issue just to be polite or something. But he only found the honest earnestness that he was used to from the WSO, so Javy let it drop.
Instead, Javy just kept a running commentary of all the places they were driving past, telling Bob random stories about his teenage years, driving the routes he'd been driving back then. His passenger seemed content to just sit there and listen, his face finally relaxing fully.
Javy found himself glancing at Bob often while he drove. The man was a mystery to him. At first glance, Javy thought he'd had the quiet, unassuming man all figured out, but now he knew that not to be true. In fact, it seemed like every day the WSO surprised him in some way. For example, Javy never would have guessed the way Bob dressed in civvies – snug, faded jeans, and equally well-loved band shirts or comfy hoodies seemed to be his go-to outfit. He even wore a hat. Javy hadn't thought of Bob as a hat person for some reason.
It was when Bob started yawning that Javy realized it was getting kind of late, so he made his way back to Bob's grandparents' house to drop him off. They didn't talk much on the way back, but that was okay. It didn't feel like they needed to fill the silence with anything. Coyote was used to more high-energy hangouts with his other friends but found that he didn't mind this either. It was probably good for him too.
When they rolled to a stop at the house, Bob turned to him once more as he was getting out of the truck. "Seriously, thank you for doing this. I know I wasn't much of a company, but this was good for me. Your voice calms me down." Bob added that last bit quietly, as if to himself, and Javy was stunned into silence, watching the WSO walk back inside.
Javy ignored the warm feeling building in his chest and headed back home.
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The next morning, Bob was surprised to get a text from Coyote, asking him to hang out again. Not that Bob thought Coyote suddenly hated him after last night or anything, but he also didn't feel like he had been the most entertaining companion by a mile.
Coyote: hey again. there's this art museum i've been wanting to check out but my family isn't really into that sort of thing. would you wanna come with me? it's a bit of a drive but if you don't mind. you seem like a guy who would like museums???
Bob: I do like museums. Yeah, I'd be happy to go with you! When do you wanna go?
Coyote: can you be ready to go in an hour? i can pick you up again
Bob: Sounds good👍🏻
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Once again, Bob hadn't quite known what to expect, but they ended up having a great time at the art museum. They both agreed that it could be difficult sometimes to find a person to go to museums with since some people will go through them too fast and others too slow, the vibes not matching, or just not sharing the same interests. But Bob and Coyote were perfectly matched in their museum behaviors, keeping just the right pace (according to them) and sharing interests in a way where they were often pulled to the same pieces but could also find some individual interests. And they had fun looking through the gift shops too.
"Like Hangman? Love the guy to death, but he does not have the patience for this, if you can believe that," Coyote joked when they were exiting the museum.
Bob laughed. "Yes, I somehow can believe that."
Coyote got quiet for a moment.
"Speaking of him, or us, I don't think I ever apologized to you about how our first meeting went. We were kind of dicks to you that first night," Coyote grimaced.
Bob stopped short and blinked, surprised. "I honestly didn't feel any need for an apology there, but I appreciate it anyway. Besides, I'm kind of used to people dismissing me at first glance, it's just how it is," he shrugged.
Coyote frowned like he wanted to argue something, but Bob continued before he had the chance. "And to be fair, I kind of pegged you and Hangman as like the pretty divas from high school, you know? So it's not like we don't all make some snap judgments sometimes," Bob offered with a small grin.
Coyote looked at him surprised for a moment before a wide smirk split his face. "You think we're pretty, do you?"
Bob rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, you two do not need me to tell you that," he chuckled.
"Eh, well, we like hearing it anyway," Coyote laughed.
(Javy didn't tell Bob that he thought the WSO was quite pretty too, actually.)
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They found themselves hanging out nearly every day for the next three weeks.
The pair of them visited a few more museums since that was sort of their thing now, but mostly they hung out in the late evenings when their families were already retiring for the night. That way they didn't need to feel bad about ditching the people they got to see far too rarely. They would drive somewhere, grab a snack and eat it on the hood of the truck while parked at some parking lot, a park, or some other quieter place.
But they still found some activities to do as well. They found a fun outside putt-putt course, went to see a couple of late-night movie showings, and had a very fun night at an arcade where a table hockey game got intensely competitive, and Javy showed off his frankly unbelievable skills on a dance mat. Bob dragged Javy to bowling one night, where he got to show off his skills in turn, having done a lot of bowling with his cousin growing up.
Bob did surprise even himself by noticing a want to prioritize hanging out with Javy while also still getting family time. Where did all this social battery come from all of a sudden? Bob couldn't remember ever having this much energy to meet someone even after spending the whole day with family members. He chalked it up to Javy's comforting presence making everything feel easier. There was also the fact that – probably thanks to the circumstances of the dagger mission – there was absolutely zero need to pretend or put on a front between them. They could be candid with each other, which eased Bob's nerves a great deal too. Instead, it was all.. easy.
One evening toward the end of his stay in Texas, Bob heard his Meemaw chattering away excitedly about Robby's new friend to his Pop as they were getting ready for bed. Which promptly made Bob choke on his evening tea, because friend spoken like that was Grandma Speak for boyfriend. Javy had come in for coffee earlier that day, at the insistence of his Meemaw, who was now telling Pop "what a charming, handsome young man that Machado boy was" and how "they looked so sweet together". "No wonder Robby's been spendin' so much time with him. New sweethearts like that can't stand to stay apart," Meemaw sighed.
Bob took a lot after his Pop, both in looks and character, meaning that preferring to stay quiet and letting others talk was his Pop's trademark that Bob had somehow inherited. Which was why it was all the more surprising to hear Pop join in with a grunt, "I agree. He seemed like a smart kid. It's good for Robert."
On the one hand, Bob was glad to hear his grandparents clearly had no issue with him supposedly dating a man, but on the other hand he was still reeling from them even thinking he and Javy were together. That was absurd, right? They were just friends. They acted with each other like they did with all of their other friends, there was nothing special about their situation, right? Meemaw was just being a meemaw again.
Deep down, Bob knew the answer to that, just like he knew how pleased it made him to hear that his family apparently thought he and Javy were a couple. He just wasn't quite ready to admit it to himself yet.
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"...we are now boarding passengers who require extra assistance as well as any active duty military," came the announcement over the PA, and Bob got up. There was only one other person heading to the gate just ahead of him, and—
"Javy?"
Javy whipped around in a perfect parallel of their first meeting here in Texas almost a month ago.
"I thought you weren't gonna fly back?" Bob asked, wondering if he had somehow summoned the man before him by thinking about him too much all morning (and the night before). It hadn't helped that his Meemaw had been asking him to bring "that lovely friend of yours" for another visit as he had hugged her goodbye.
Before the pilot could answer, the person working the counter interrupted them.
"Since you two gentlemen are our only active duty passengers on this flight, we have upgraded your seats to first class, free of charge, as a thank you for your service," the lady smiled at them, handing them their new boarding passes.
"Oh, uhm, thank you very much, ma'am," Bob stammered.
He never expected (or wanted) any special treatment just because he was Navy, but knew that it would cause only more extra hassle for the workers if he refused the upgrade, so he just thanked them and walked in after Javy. Besides, he couldn't lie that the extra leg room wasn't welcome, even if the flight was only three and a half hours.
He caught up with Javy.
"Yeah, so, I thought you were supposed to have that boys' trip with Hangman and drive back together. What happened?"
Javy snorted. "The fucker went back a few days ago already. Said he had things to do."
"Things like Rooster?" Bob guessed.
"Mmhmm."
Bob snorted too. "Guess that wasn't too surprising."
"Yeah, I don't know why I expected anything else," Javy grumbled, but his voice held a clear fondness for his best friend. "But now I get to travel with you, so it all worked out," he winked.
"Oh, our seats are together," Bob said, in a higher voice than he'd have liked. That was a lot of proximity with a man he only just realized he has feelings for. No big deal. This was fine.
"Not tired of me, are you, Bobby?"
"No! No, not at all! I didn–"
It was then he saw that Javy was smiling mischievously.
"Rude," he harrumphed, blushing, and poked Javy in the chest in retaliation as he moved past the slightly shorter man to sit on the window seat.
Javy snickered as he sat down, and then they fell silent as other passengers started trickling on board.
Bob was feeling slightly panicked. For some reason, now that he had realized he had a crush on the man sitting next to him, it was suddenly hard to know how to act around him. Bob groaned at himself internally. Why did he have to make it difficult now after weeks of easy conversation? A week ago he could just be with Javy, easy as anything, and now all of a sudden he was silently freaking out about the fact that their hands were nearly touching on the armrests. Get a grip, Floyd.
Ever since their late-night discussion about ex-partners two days ago, and Bob had found out that Javy dated men as well as women, it seemed like some sort of dam in his brain had broken. Suddenly he could think of the pilot as a real possibility, and let all sorts of thoughts run free that he had kept buried to the best of his ability thus far. Thoughts that one generally did not have about people one called friends.
Well, if he was being honest with himself, those thoughts had been there for weeks now. He distinctly remembered having a thought or two that day at beach football. (And they called him smart. Bob mentally shook his head at himself). Even so, he had never entertained the thoughts further, and instead kept them very carefully locked up in a box, only escaping when he wasn't concentrating – which he tried to keep to a minimum. But now he found it very nearly impossible to contain them at all.
"You okay there?" Javy asked, his soft voice sounding both a little confused and worried.
Perhaps Bob's internal freakout wasn't as internal as he'd thought.
"'M fine," he croaked, which obviously didn't sound reassuring at all.
"Are you nervous about flying commercial?" Javy tried.
"No, not at all. I'm a backseater, I'm used to not piloting myself," Bob shrugged.
"Oh. Cause I just thought, if you were, I'd have offered to hold your hand."
Sirens screamed in Bob's head as he stared at Javy's hand propped invitingly on the armrest. Too many different possibilities for why the pilot was doing this raced his mind all at once.
"Are- Are you nervous?" was what he settled on.
"Would you hold my hand if I was?"
Javy's expression was carefully blank, and Bob swallowed thickly.
"Of course, if you wanted that," Bob replied.
"Then yes, I'm nervous," Javy nodded. "Awfully nervous," he repeated, nudging Bob's hand with his own.
The sirens in his head screamed even louder. Was this flirting?? Was Javy really flirting with him? Was that what was happening? Why would he want to hold Bob's hand when he obviously wasn't actually nervous?
"O-okay," Bob stuttered, and took Javy's hand in his own.
It was surprisingly soft despite the calluses from flying a jet. Holding Javy's hand like this felt simply electrifying, and Bob felt himself getting warm all over. He risked a glance at the pilot next to him, and saw that Javy was looking at their joined hands with a small, satisfied smile on his handsome face.
They didn't talk for a long while after that. The flight took off, leveled out, seatbelt signs went off, drinks were served, and all the while they kept holding hands. It seemed that by some unspoken agreement they weren't going to talk about whatever this was on a plane surrounded by people, but instead kept up reassuring squeezes of their joined hands or stroked their thumbs over the other's knuckles. Javy lifting their joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to Bob's knuckles at the very least washed away the last of his nerves, replacing them with a pleasant fluttering in his belly. He would demand a proper talk once they landed, but for now his brain calmed down, trusting that he needn't have freaked out over liking Javy after all.
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Alright well I might as well give my thoughts on the movie
SPOILERS TURN BACK WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!
Okay we clear? Cool. So, The Super Mario Bros movie. It was good but I honestly had no doubt it wasn't gonna be good after seeing the trailers and the promos. Of course as with everyone else my only point of fear was Chris Pratt's voice, but while I was watching the movie I realized its actually okay. It never annoyed me and it even fits Mario somehow (yeah I said it come at me). Now that I'm thinking about it, if Charles Martinet was casted it really wouldn't have worked. Whenever we see Mario in the game he's always happy and bouncy, rarely ever serious or emotional so having a voice like that probably wouldn't have made the more serious parts of the movie work at all and at best I would've laughed at how ridiculous it was and at worst I would've been sinking far back into my chair. No disrespect to the guy at all, he does a phenomenal job in the games, but I just don't think he'd work too well in the movie. He does get a nod to in the movie which is great!
The movie is gorgeously animated and I love how the characters translated perfectly on the big screen. The backgrounds were spectacular. And the way the incorporate the elements of the games into the movie to create this world is *chefs kiss*. Everything makes sense and it's not too on the nose, it's believable.
It's a very simple movie, nothing too crazy and if you have very basic knowledge of the Mario franchise you'll get what's going on like how I did. All the characters acted perfectly to how I expected them to and nobody really annoyed me. My only problem is with Cranky Kong's voice. Sorry, but Fred Armisen's voice just doesn't match up with Cranky's appearance.
Jack Black absolutely killed it with Bowser. He was the perfect amount of comedy and intimidation. AND THE PEACHES SONG THREW ME SO OFF GUARD I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT JUST SIT AND STARE!!
Also, PEACH! Oh my god I loved Peach in this movie!! I was scared and honestly expecting her to be too much of a "strong female character" rather than a strong character who happens to be female and she's definitely the latter. She's kind, she's helpful, she's patient, she cares deeply about her subjects, kingdom and everyone in general and she can kick serious ass too. I'm gonna be honest, in my years of playing Mario on and off I never really cared for Peach, IM SORRY TO SAY, I WAS DUMB KID! But watching her in this movie, I absolutely love her!!! AND SHE GOT LORE ON TOP OF THAT?!??
Also usually I hate the whole male character and female character get shoehorned together and end up falling in love trope, but here? PERFECT!! I also never really cared for Mareach but, I'm a changed woman and I never wanted two characters to get together so bad. I absolutely loved their chemistry as it was so organic. Of course they don't which I'm fine with but, maybe potential in the sequel?
All the action sequences were done great in my opinion and actually exceeded my expectations in some cases as I was genuinely expecting nothing but slapstick but we got a healthy amount of slapstick and serious action.
The final battle and climax was amazingly done!! Ugh that hug Mario and Luigi shared was amazing!!!
Okay now for what I didn't like
I wish we had more Luigi scenes. I understand that he's the one who's kidnapped and is basically the whole reason the movie happens but we got only a few scenes with him either running away or being trapped or integrated. I would've loved maybe a scene with him trying to be brave and find a way out or rally others to help each other escape which could've added to his character. Like it's called The Super Mario BROS movie...
Also Toad is just...there. I get he's the comic relief but he really doesn't do much other than tag along. The most I remember him doing was showing Mario to the kingdom, that's it. Idk maybe do something more to flesh out his character, why is he so eager to help Mario and Peach? Why is he an adventurer? What are his goals? Stuff like that.
Also no chain chomps...worst movie, 0/10, D-tier/j
I heard people were talking about the pacing which yeah it's a little fast but it's not too quick in my opinion. I think if they let certain scenes play out longer it would've benefited the movie.
But over all it's a really good movie. Not ground breaking but really good, happy, healthy fun. And I'm quite impressed considering it came from Illumination.
Here's to hoping this movie will pave the way to a Zelda movie!!
#the super mario bros movie#super mario#tsmbm#mario#luigi#princess peach#bowser#donkey kong#toad#spoilers
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Eternally - Jake (Enhypen)
"I swear this is an important occasion! I really need to see you" Jake shouted so hard that I almost dropped my cellphone. "Sunoo said we'd go to the cinema tonight. Can't we just meet tomorrow?". I really wanted to make sure both of my best friends could be happy, but sadly, I couldn't. "I'm sure he'll understand! C'mon, it's an emergency!" he kept saying. Jake sounded so desperate, making me think it was something very critical. "Can't you just come with us?" I asked lastly, hoping in a positive response. "No, I need to tell you something very personal". When he said that, I immediately texted Sunoo after putting Jake on speaker, at that point both of us were whining. I didn't expect him to be understanding as he really wanted to see that movie that night, but he didn't sound annoyed through his messages. It was my first time telling Sunoo I couldn't go with him. "I told Sunoo I can't meet him tonight, I hope this isn't a prank, Jake" I finally said, hanging up a second later. I put on something comfy and classy, a black dress reaching my knees and a pair of white sneakers. I wore some make up, but nothing exaggerate. Jake texted me that he'd come to pick me up in an hour, and I spent that time worrying over what he could've possibly had in his mind for me. He's pranked me before, making excuses just to see me. It was heartwarming and sweet of him, Jake was really the nicest boy in this world.
When Jake arrived, he looked nervous and his hands were shaking. He kept on adjusting his black leather jacket, not making eye contact with me. I went for a hug and he accepted, he held me tight between his arms. "I missed you so much" he whispered to my ear, but at first, what he said wasn't that clear. "What?" I asked, letting go of the hug. "Nothing, I like your make up" he replied smiling, I giggled at the unexpected comment. Hands connecting, we walked to his car. He loved physical affection such as holding hands and hugs and I was totally in, the warmth of his hand made me realize I didn't want to let go of it in that cold night. "Where are we going?" I asked as soon as my back leant against the front seat. "These days there's the fair, you must try the hot chocolate they sell in there" he explained, starting the car. He was still looking pretty agitated, I was so relaxed that the contrast was visible from kilometers.
The night sky looked lighter because of the colorful neon signs fulfilling the fair, the stars looked further and further from Earth. My chin was facing the clouds when Jake's hand grabbed mine, making me lower my stare. "We've been friends for a long time and I still like to hold hands with you. That means I've done a good job bearing with you" I said laughing. "Let's have some hot chocolate, then I want to show you something" he said, dragging me to the sweet shop as soon as I nodded.
We got our chocolate with some whipped cream on the top, which was very delicious. Jake was right, it was the best one I've tried so far. "So you took me here just for this? I mean- it's very good, but-" - Jake cut my words putting some whipped cream on my nose. "There's more" he commented then. He was more clingy than usual and for some reasons, and I loved it. I cleaned the whipped cream from my nose with a tissue - "You are so pretty" he said smiling. For a second, he looked so mesmerized and lost while looking at my eyes. It was sweet but awkward, my heart stared pounding so fast. "What's happening?" I kept asking myself. "Let's go on the ferris wheel! You've never seen this city from above right?" he asked. "Y-yeah" I mumbled. I took my seat on the ferris wheel, followed by Jake who sat beside me. Close enough to feel the heat of his breath reaching my neck. Few seconds later, the last couple of people took their places and the ferris wheel started to move. I was freezing because of the cold breeze and Jake noticed it. "I wonder why you never bring a scarf with you" he said as he took off his scarf to put it around my neck. "No, Jake. It's too cold, you don't have to give it to me" I said trying to take off the scarf, but he stopped me by grabbing my hands. "We have to talk" he said, changing the tone of his voice. I felt a heavy weight on my heart, making me unhappy. "He must have a girlfriend and maybe he wants to say that we won't hang out anymore " I told myself, that's the first thing that came into my mind. "But he never introduced me to her, that's so weird". At the same time, I would've been sad because I couldn't confess to him.
"Did something happen, Jake?" I finally asked after all the thoughts faded. He changed his position, facing me directly. "We've been best friends for a lifetime, right?" he asked me, anxiety fulfilling my body. "Looks like so" I replied smiling. My pride wouldn't let me show how scared I was in that moment. "Fuck, I really can't explain how I feel" he said moving closer to me. "I'm going to do something, please don't hate me afterwards". I nodded and he suddenly... fucking kissed me. On the lips. Jake kissed me on the lips with passion and desire, God only knows for how long he had been craving that kiss. His lips were so cold and soft, just like I've always imagined. I nuzzled my forehead on his neck, hugging him. He was still and motionless, as he couldn't believe I didn't reject his kiss. "Jake, do you remember the moment we met?" I asked him, looking at him into the eyes. "Of course I do" he replied. He started caressing my hair, right when we reached the top of the ferris wheel. A rainbow of lights beneath us, the full moon and the scent of cotton candy. "That's the moment I fell in love with you".
#kpop#enhypen#heeseung#jay#jake#sunghoon#sunoo#jungwon#niki#enhypen reactions#enhypen imagines#enhypen oneshots#enhypen fanfictions#kpop fanfictions#kpop ff
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Trans Kael bits and pieces in a modern AU teehee
Enjoy
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"Bro if you don't come like asap we're going without you"
"Hal, father is in my room, wait like 2 fucking seconds"
"Then tell him you need to run away from him real quick with your 3 boyfriends and to go fuck himself"
"OMG HAL STOP"
"What? We already drank a bit before going"
"WITHOUT MEEEE????"
"Well you gotta talk to your daddy first don't you"
"🖕🖕🖕"
"Omfg its starting to rain good sir"
"Stand in the rain then, it won't kill you 😉"
"I love you too Kael!!!!"
"MWAH BITCH"
"All I'm saying is you should start acting like an adult for once, darling..."
"I am an adult..." He was laying on his bed, looking in his phone, completely disinterested in whatever Anasterian was telling him.
"You sure are, in age atleast... But not in the way you act. Especially not recently."
"Belore, dad, will you just leave it? I'm trying, oh my gods..."
"All I'm saying is that you should be more responsible... I don't want to be worried about you running around, possibly coming back home pregnant or worse!"
"DAD??? Will you just cut it?"
"I get worried! And I don't want you ruining the image of our company..."
"Blah blah blah, epic, cool... you leaving?"
"Stop talking to me in that tone, young lady!"
Kael stopped in his tracks, sat up on the bed. "Will you just leave? I don't feel great..." He frowned at his father.
"What is it? Keelia, you know you can talk to me, honey..."
He got up and walked over to his father. "Please, leave me alone for two seconds!"
Anasterian sighed and walked out of the room. "Alright..."
Kael closed the door behind him and went to get ready for the night out.
He put on his binder and quickly put together an outfit for the day.
He wasn't feeling particularly confident in the look to be honest. He might've been feeling cocky and rude today, but the second the way he looked came into question? All that smugness goes out the window.
---
Kael blinked behind the mansion to the usual spot, with his friends already waiting for him, two of them absolutely drenched in rain while Rommath was the only one under an umbrella.
"Hi..."
"Just hi? The fuck, man?" Halduron hugged him.
"OH MY BELORE YOU'RE SO COLD!" Kael pulled back and playfully punched him in the shoulder. "How very dare you, sir..."
"Are we going?" Rommath said, looking up from his phone. "You look handsome, Kael..." He stated dryly.
"Thank you, you do as well..." He smiled at him.
"I think we should go before your dad notices you left..." Lor'themar chuckled. "And we really need some fire magic over here..."
"Rom could've dried your clothes already-"
"Why would I do that? They should've brought umbrellas..." Rommath rolled his eyes.
"Rommie..." Kael giggled.
"Ughhhhh... You act like you aren't the stronger one of us..." He said, slowly walking away from the house.
---
When they got to the bar (and dried Lor and Hal's clothes) they sat down at a booth in the corner. Immediatelly ordering some drinks to start with.
"How was your day, by the way? You were at home, right, Kael?" Lor'themar started, taking a sip.
"Oh yeah... I didn't have any classes in uni today so I just... Read a book and shit..." He smiled, also sipping on his drink.
"I will never understand... NEVER... How you can read books for fun..." Halduron joined in.
"That's because you're fucking dyslexic, Hal..." Rommath chuckled.
"Hey! That hurt! It's true but it hurt!" Hal was laughing his ass off trying not to spill his drink.
"And what did you guys do?" Kael asked.
"Well I went to class and later, Hal, Sylvanas and I went to archery practice..." He shrugged. "But nothing very eventful happened..."
"I went to class, to work and then I had a job interview for my summer job-" Rommath started.
"Belore dammit, Rommath, you have no chill." Halduron said.
"What? I would be bored just sitting at home like someone..." He smirked and looked over at Kael.
"I don't sit at home willingly! I just can't do a lot of shit because father would be worried sick..."
"And... why do you care if he's worried or not? You are an adult, Kael..." Rommath shook his head.
"I wouldn't care if he didn't make me feel so bad about it... He shouldn't even worry about me going out with friends every once in a while but noooo I have to sneak out like a sixteen year old..."
"I mean you do act like a sixteen year old sometimes... But that's not important..." Rommath took a sip of his drink. "You are constantly worrying about him worrying about you... that's not healthy for either of you..."
"I know... But me not being out to him is also not the healthiest situation now, is it?" Kael cringed at the thought. "He still sees me as his little... girl..."
"Ugh... What did he say this time, hon?" Rom moved one of his hands to Kael's knee and looked into his eyes. "You okay?"
"Of course I'm okay... I'm used to it by this point. He just called me a young lady again. Like using my deadname isn't bad already. But- he doesn't know so it's- so it's fine I guess..."
"It's not fine if you feel hurt by it... Even if he doesn't know..."
"Belore, Rom, can we just drink in peace without talking about my identity crisis?"
---
They sat there for a while, drinking their little cocktails, talking, when Hal had the genius thought of doing shots. And Kael had an even more genius idea of making it a competition between the two.
Kael was feeling more than just tipsy when he felt a slight tap on his shoulder. He turned around and froze.
"Keelia, what did I tell you-?"
"Dad, I-" Suddenly he felt as if his whole stomach turned.
"You what? I don't understand what you're trying to do by constantly acting like a-"
"Dad, I don't feel too good..."
"Oh my belore, sweetie..." Anasterian brushed back his hair.
"I mean-" And in a second or two, his stomach chose to leave the conversation right onto a pair Anasterian's expensive shoes.
---
He didn't remember much of last night when he got up on his bed in the morning with a raging headache. He was still wearing his binder and god did it feel like it was crushing his ribs after so long.
He slowly sat up and looked over at the side table with a piece of paper, a pill and a glass of water placed on it.
Kael reached for the paper, picking it up and reading the text on it.
"Don't do that again and call me if you need anything
-A.S."
Kael chuckled.
"I love you, dad."
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Tw talks about bipolar disorder and adhd ahead
If a friend texts that she’s sick in a work group chat do you expect her to text you privately because you’ve made plans go to out to eat because she said “I’ll text you tomorrow how I feel”
When I asked about it I got this as an message “Also put in the group app that I'm sick. Thought that was clear” like bitch yes maybe to them but I’m not a fucking dog but I’d really liked it if you’d shot me a text privately.. ughhh it took everything in me not to tell her a private one would have been nice
Lately things she’s telling don’t match with what she’s telling at work. Now all of a sudden she has ADHD solemnly because her bf got in a small car accident which means she’s not the center of attention anymore. I told my mom about it and she found it strange like you can’t have bipolar disorder and ADHD (she never got officially diagnosed by a doctor.. as far as I know) ever since the new year started I feel like we’re kinda like casual colleagues and JUST friends you know like I don’t know shit about her anymore
(Also do I work with my /best/ friend yes. Do I regret telling 1,5 years ago that it was fine by me if she started working the same job as me FUCK YES. I’ve send you an ask about my best not so best friend last year or so. So maybe you know who I am, I also did send you an ask with a tw up top before. Anyways I feel a lot calmer now that I could vent to someone.)
Thanks for always listening to our bitch ass stories and giving feedback on what to do going forward. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.
hmmm. first of all, hug 🫂 i'm sorry the two of you have been going through a rough patch... such things always suck big time :(
so, i'd say it'd be best to communicate that with her — but in order to do that, i'd start calmly, when you're in a peaceful mindset, and not too angry anymore.
i think when someone's sick, the energy is quite low, right? perhaps she forgot your guys' plans (which sucks); or maybe she thought it'd be sufficient to put the message in your gc? yeah, i personally would still text someone privately, but that's different for everyone, too. though she probably could've phrased it nicer than she did...
about the bipolar/adhd thing, i unfortunately don't know enough about this, but i did a quick google search and apparently those two can co-occur? if someone's able to educate me on this, please feel free :') self-diagnosis, however, is never good, and it happens way too often these days.
so yeah, i think communication always helps if you're open for it!! if possible, suggest for her to go to a doc, too, bc they could give her a definite diagnosis at least. same with the friendship/colleague thing... spill it all out.
and you know, if that convo doesn't work out, that's okay, too. people grow apart, which can absolutely happen when you guys work together as well, since there are so many more layers you get to know about that person. sometimes their personality doesn't align with ours anymore. but i've had such convos before, and some made the friendship stronger and some ended them — both is ok and part of life !!
i'm really happy venting helped you <3 i'm here anytime, no worries babe. y'all are always here for me, too !! but yes, do try a convo — i'm trying to see both your povs and i feel like that's the best solution for now. good luck, love 🥺
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𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)
Sam, Dean and Theo pull into the station.
"Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight" Sam does not respond "Sam wears women's underwear."
"I've been listenin', I'm just busy," he says looking at his phone.
"Busy doin' what?"
"Reading e-mail," Sam says as Dean gets out of the car and starts filling the tank with gas.
"E-mails from who?"
"From my friends at Stanford"
"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?"
"Why not"
"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?" Theo says.
"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and sister. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."
"Oh, so you lie to 'em," Theo says.
"No. I just don't tell 'em...everything”.
"Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse”.
"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Dean shrugs, and Theo nods "You're serious?"
" Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period," Theo says.
"Your kind of anti-social, you know that?"
"Yeah, whatever" Theo says as Sam continues to read his e-mails.
"God..."
"What?" Dean asks.
"In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine"
"Is she hot?" The scoffs and leans back into her seat and Sam ignores him.
" I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case" Sam says.
"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" Dean says.
"No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer”.
"Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you”.
"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'" Dean chuckles.
"Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem”.
"It is our problem. They're my friends”.
"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam" Theo glares at him and a minute later, they pull out of the gas station and start driving.
==
The three stands outside a house and the door opens to reveal a young woman.
"Oh my God, Sam!"
"Well, if it isn't little Becky”.
"You know what you can do with that little Becky crap" She smiles, and they hug each other.
"I got your e-mail."
"I didn't think that you would come here" Dean steps forward and extends his hand.
"Dean. Older brother" She shakes his hand. Then Theo does the same.
"Theo. Older sister" Theo smiles at her.
"We're here to help. Whatever we can do”.
"Come in" They walk inside the house, and Dean shuts the door”.
"Nice place"
"It's my parents. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zack's free”.
"Where are you, folks?"
"They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial," Rebecca says as they enter the kitchen "Do you guys want a beer or something?"
"Hey-" Dean is cut off by Theo.
"No, thanks. So, tell us what happened”.
"Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing" She starts to cry "So, he called 911, and the police-they showed up, and they arrested him. But the thing is, the only way that Zack could've killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police-they have a video. It's from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight”.
"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack's house"
"We could"
"Why? I mean, what could you do?"
"Well, me, not much. But Dean and Theo's a cop" The twins laugh.
"Detectives, actually"
"Really" Dean nods "Where?"
"Bisbee, Arizona. But we're off-duty now”.
"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just I don't know."
"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent”.
"Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys" She walks away, down the hall.
"Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends”.
"Look, Zack and Becky need our help”.
"I just don't think this is our kind of problem."
"Two places at once? We've looked into less" Dean says nothing, defeated. Theo smirks.
*Time Skip*
Dean, Theo, Sam, and Rebecca Park the car and gets out.
"You sure this is, okay?" Rebecca asks looking at the twins.
"Yeah. We're officers of the law" Sam, Dean and Theo enter and look away. The furniture and walls of the house are smeared with blood. Rebecca stays on the porch step.
"Bec, you wanna wait outside?"
"No. I wanna help" She ducks under the police tape and enters the house”.
"Tell us what else the police said"
"Well, there's no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers-they're already talking about plea bargain" She looks around the room "Oh, God...."
"Look, Bec, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" She shakes her head and then begins to remember something.
"Um, there was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes-Zack's clothes. The police-they don't think it's anything. I mean, we're not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed" Sam and Theo walk away as Dean moves to the open front door and sees the neighbour's dog, barking loudly. Rebecca comes up behind him "You know, that used to be the sweetest dog”.
"What happened?" Dean asks.
"He just changed."
"Do you remember when he changed?"
"I guess around the time of the murder" Dean looks at her, then walks away. Sam is in the hallway, looking at framed pictures of himself, Zack, and Rebecca. Theo and Dean walk over to him.
"So, the neighbour's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed," Dean says.
"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal" Sam replies.
"Yeah, maybe Fido saw something" Theo adds.
"So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?"
"No. Probably not. But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure”.
"Yeah"
"Yeah" Rebecca walks over to them "So, the tape. The security footage-you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, 'cause I just don't have that kind of jurisdiction”.
"I've already got it. I didn't wanna say something in front of the cop" Dean and Theo laugh "I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself.
"All right" The four of them leave.
==
Dean, Theo, Sam, and Rebecca are watching the security footage.
"Here he comes" The tape shows Zack entering his house”.
"22:04, that's just after ten. You should tune of death was around 10:30" Dean says.
"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tapes authentic. It wasn't tampered with" Sam seems to notice something on the tape.
"Hey, Bec, can we take those beers now?"
"Oh, sure" She gets up to go to the kitchen.
"Hey" She turns around "Maybe some sandwiches, too?"
"What do you think this is, Hooters?" She leaves the room.
"I wish" Dean walks over to Theo and Sam "What is it?"
"Check this out" He rewinds the tape, then replays it, one frame at a time until one of the frames shows Zack, looking directly at the camera. His eyes are silver, and Sam pauses the tape.
"Well, maybe it's just a camera flare," Theo says.
"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul" Sam says.
"Right"
"Remember that dog that was freakin' out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack's, something that looks like him but isn't him”.
"Like a Doppelganger"
"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was two places at once”.
==
Theo parks the impala behind the house and the siblings get out.
"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning" Sam looks around the outside of the building, and notices blood smeared on a nearby telephone pole.
"Blood. Somebody came this way”.
" Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here" An ambulance drives past them, and they exchange a look before walking in the direction of the ambulance.
"What happened?" Theo asks a woman nearby.
"He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her”.
"Really?"
"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy" They watch as the man gets taken away.
==
Sam is on the side of the house, looking around. He looks inside two garbage cans but finds nothing. He moves to the front of the house, where Dean and Theo come behind him.
"Hey," Dean says making Sam turns around" Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?"
"Yeah"
"Our kind of problem"
"What'd you find out?"
"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. The dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked" Theo says.
"So, he was two places at once."
"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nutjob”.
"Two dark doubles attacking loves ones in the same way."
"Could be the same thing doin' it, too" Sam and Dean think for a second.
"Shapeshifter?" Theo shrugs "Something that can make itself look like anyone?"
" Every culture in the world has shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men”.
"Right, Skinwalkers, werewolves"
"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighbourhood" Dean says.
" Let me ask you this-in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?" Theo shakes her head.
"Not that I know of."
"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way”.
"Just like your friend's house," Dean says.
"Yeah. And just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared”.
"Well, there's another way to go down" They look down and notice a manhole.
==
Dean, Sam, and Theo climb down the manhole and look around.
"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around”.
"I think you're right. Look at this" They bend down and examine a pile of blood and skin on the ground. The three are disgusted.
"Is this from his victims?" Theo takes out a pocketknife and holds up some of the skin.
"You know, I just had a sick though. When the shapeshifter changes shape-maybe it shreds" Theo says.
"This is sick," Sam says and Theo puts the blood pile back on the ground.
==
"Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it," Theo says, opening the trunk and taking out some weapons.
"Silver bullet to the heart"
"That's right" Sam's phone rings and he answer it.
"This is Sam"
"Where are you?"
"We're near Zack's, we're just checkin' some things out”.
"Well, look, Sam, just stop, 'cause I don't need your help anymore”.
"What are you talkin' about?"
"I told the lawyers that we went to the crime scene" Sam scoffs.
"Why would you do that?"
"Well, I told them that we were with two police officers. And they checked it out, and they told me that there is no Detective Dean or Theo Winchester”.
"Bec-"
"No, I don't understand why you would lie to me about something like that."
"We're tryin' to help”.
"Oh, trying to help? Do you realize that was a sealed crime scene? This could have just ruined Zack's case”.
"Bec, I'm sorry, but-"
"No, goodbye, Sam" She hangs up. Dean and Theo walk over to Sam, who looks disappointed.
"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talkin' about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just-it'd be easier if-" Dean is cut off from Sam.
"If I was like you"
"Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig- it ain't without perks" Dean holds up a gun and Sam takes it and puts it in the back of his jeans. They walk away.
==
Dean, Sam, and Theo are looking around with their flashlight and guns.
"I think we're close to its lair."
"Why do you say that?" Sam asks.
"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face" Sam turns and sees another pile of blood and skin on a nearby pipe.
"Oh, God!" He says disgustedly. They look around the area and see a pile of clothes in a corner.
"Looks like it's lived here for a whole."
"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam turns and sees the shapeshifter, still in the form of the Asian man, standing behind Dean "Dean!" He turns and gets punched by the shapeshifter. He falls to the ground, and the shapeshifter runs away. Theo shoots after it a few times but misses. Sam moves over to Dean.
"Get the son of a bitch!" The three-run away, following the shapeshifter.
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The second episode of Wednesday is finished. What can I say. Purr-fect 😸
⚠️ Warning for spoilers if you still haven't watched the show ⚠️
Things I personally liked about episode:
Edgar Allan Poe. I love the guy as much as Stephen King - they're gods of horror, dark fantasy and suspense (in my humble opinion).
Cats. I love them. And especially black ones (I don't know why people think they bring misfortune - I know they bring luck 🐈⬛💜) So yeah, Wednesday on a "cat" team? Amazing. And some additional points for cat puns - I have a soft spot furr them 😹
Enid. She's such a puppy! I mean, all those hugs, and "You'll do this for me?", "We're friends!" - I can almost see her wiggling her tail, and "WWWD?" for me sounded a little like "I did a good job, didn't I? I'm a good girl! Praise me!" She reminds me of my little brother - I call him "my kitten", but he actually acts a lot like a puppy 🐶
The fact that sheriff agreed to listen to Wednesday. That was a really nice surprise. Because I'm used to seeing in the shows where adults think that if it's a kid, then they're stupid. Like "What can you possibly know - you're just a kid!", "Stay out of here, little one", etc.
Things I didn't really like (they didn't ruin anything for me, but they are still exist):
The bee guy - a little secondhand embarrassment, but overall...ugh, okay. I guess, let him be.
The principal. I don't know, maybe she thinks she knows what's good for Wednesday and tries her best to help. But the way she kind of forces her to socialize? I don't like it. I also don't like the fact that she pretended to be Rowan, so that the case was closed (at least I think it was her and that was the reason). I mean, some kind of beast is running around in the woods and killing people - including her students - and she decided that there's no need for investigation? And she made everyone think that Wednesday is a liar. That's probably even worse. We all know Wednesday will more likely just say what she thinks right in your face or at least won't say anything at all.
Sheriff. As sheriff he's kind of good - he goes to investigate Rowan's murder even after he saw the boy alive, he knows that the school of supernatural is the most logical place for the beast to hide (after forest, of course, but they had a search party there and didn't find either body or beast, so...), he agrees to listen to Wednesday (as I mentioned before). But! He's clearly a shitty dad. And a person. It's my personal opinion, of course.
I also have three suspects for the role of beast.
Enid.
I mean, the beast looked like a werewolf-y thing, she could not know that she actually can turn into this and the beast protected Wednesday, so it's a possibility. Right?
Ms. Thornhill (a.k.a. "dorm mom").
Okay, maybe she's not a beast, but she's kind of shady... She seems nice, but I have this strange vibes from her, this feeling that something is off. Is she even a "Normie" or is she just really good at hiding?
Tyler.
Okay, yeah. This sounds CRAZY! Believe me, I know. At first it was just a ridiculous suggestion (to myself, I'm watching aaaall alone, that's why you - Tumblr people - have to struggle with my thoughts and theories). I laughed and then thought about it a little more and...
He lives in town near the woods where the murders are happening. Everyone thinks he's "Normie" so no one would suspect him, which makes it easier to kill.
His father is a sheriff, so he knows things about investigation and can do something. He also, probably, knows how to hide a body...
He definitely knows how to throw dogs off the trail (isn't it exactly what he did with the coffee beans?). He could've done something, so the dogs didn't find a body.
He was there when Wednesday ran after Rowan. As a sheriff's son (and a nice person) it wouldn't be surprising if he ran after her. If he's the beast, then it's understandable why he killed Rowan but didn't touch Wednesday - he was protecting her.
He said he believes Wednesday. Meaning he believes that Rowan is dead. If he's the one who killed him, then of course he believes her!
Of course, I might just be going crazy. Maybe all this detective TV shows and books I'm fond of are messing with my head. Or maybe I'm actually onto something? We'll see 🤷🏼♀️
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avengers x teen!fem!reader
summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.
warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings
word count: 4589
notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!
you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.
a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.
every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.
"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."
you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.
"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.
your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.
"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.
despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.
"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.
"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.
"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.
she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.
"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.
"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"
name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.
"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.
nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.
you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?
"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.
the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.
"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?
you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.
you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.
they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.
you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.
that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.
justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.
with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.
an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.
"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"
"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.
-
"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."
you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.
"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"
"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.
-
the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.
"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."
he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.
"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.
"she's...she's gone."
-
"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"
a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.
your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.
this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.
"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."
"no."
before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.
he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."
you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"
"never. not to someone like you."
the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.
"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"
his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."
taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.
it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.
-
"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.
"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.
"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.
"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.
"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.
"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.
you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.
your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.
"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.
"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."
he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.
"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.
the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."
"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.
"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."
all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"
"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."
-
you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.
"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.
"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."
the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.
"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.
he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.
he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"
you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.
"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"
"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."
"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.
you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.
"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.
tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.
"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.
sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.
"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"
"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.
"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.
"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.
"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.
maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."
"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.
you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.
-
"how is she, doc?"
"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.
"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.
steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.
"hi, cupcake."
you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.
"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.
"you're not a freak, bubs."
you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.
"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.
"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."
"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.
"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"
"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."
"but–"
"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"
"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.
the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.
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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !
PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.
HEESEUNG:
the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)
he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there
but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️
oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking
the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃♂️💨💨💨
while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks
"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"
HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭
when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did
*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"
he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually
"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"
when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records
heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3
JAY:
GOD THIS DUDE
THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊
"y/n stay behind me >:(("
"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"
"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"
you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔
you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️♀️
jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞
BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM
while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table
and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask
you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?
"jay can you come here for a sec?"
you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him
now, how about we guess what happens next?
a. he faints
b. he runs away
or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night
if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊
THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD
"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"
when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life
"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"
he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru
"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"
sane (1/3)
would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)
he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes
JAKE:
really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile
but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing
he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games
def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️
and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of
"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"
"aww thank you angel 😊😊"
sane (2/3)
SUNGHOON:
would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people
there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)
it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers
HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY
“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”
idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3
from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths
cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️
the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃
yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again
very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:
SUNOO:
"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"
"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("
"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"
kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋
(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )
once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all
THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG
he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩
(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)
yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes
but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍
sane (3/3)
JUNGWON:
was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it
he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident
yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵
while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)
"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"
when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)
he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room
dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭
you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)
after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️
this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him
NIKI:
HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪
"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"
he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape
HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much
yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time
spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩
GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡
THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️
"haunted house next weekend???"
"BET"
NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️
also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33
#enhypen#enhypen drabbles#enhypen reactions#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen x gender neutral reader#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader#jungw8ns
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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.
Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.
Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]
Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!
Part 1 here!
× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]
× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you
× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane
× is also a grandpa
× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading
× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house
× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored
× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?
× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol
× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"
× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway
× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job
× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?
× well, even before this he started to be... soft
× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man
× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere
× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here
× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too
× sike bitch he knows
× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*
× i think he knows before you know
× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too
× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]
× would get jealous easily
× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure
× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????
× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too
× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that
× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language
× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have
× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour
× the softest thank you ever afterwards
× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck
× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them
× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission
× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled
× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life
× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...
× just overall awful
× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms
× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them
× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms
× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders
× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates
× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something
× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s
× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off
× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled
× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze
× and you froze too
× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking
× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off
× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly
× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure
× and silence
× his hand still in yours
× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!
× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts
× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him
× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing
× "You're mine, you get it?"
× skdjflglykshs
× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye
× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too
× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck
× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you
× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it
× his eyes give him away all the time
× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:
× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟
× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks
× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you
× big time touch starved it hurts
× because he is shy
× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough
× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]
× although at home it's another deal
× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you
× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed
× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy
× while dragging you to bed
× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck
× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅
× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence
× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless
× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner
× pays very close attention to your body language
× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks
× wear his hoodies
× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now
× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you
× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it
× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect
× jealous but trusts you
× still very jealous though
× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing
× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable
× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off
× you notice immediately
× will not tell you at first
× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad
× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time
× now it's so different
× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time
× will hide his tears from you but you'd know
× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."
× neither of you slept that night
× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease
× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]
× back to being children of jesus here
× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be
× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.
Extra:
× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy
× so they did get adopted too
× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting
× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari
× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended
× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou
× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others
× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"
× silence
× shock and silence
× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear
× insert instantly snappy Bakugou
× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming
× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"
× "SHINE!"
#bakugou katsuki x reader#noirewrites#hybrid!bakugou#hybrid!au#bakugou x reader#bakugou headcanons#bnha x reader
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Yuri watched with thinly veiled amusement as Crowler paced throughout Sheppard's office. He was cursing under his breathe and despite his best attempts, green goo still covered him.
He knew Selena probably felt guilty for him taking the fall for their experiment but Yuri had known it'd get pinned on him either way. The teachers, especially Crowler wanted any excuse to expell him.
Yeah because Grandpa Seto was going to allow that happen.
This was really for their pride, something he was suprised the faculty still had.
"Sorry we're late!" Said Jaden, bursting through the office, Jesse behind him with a sheepish smile. "You'd think you'd be taking this more seriously..." Said Crowler lightly, Jaden shrugged "we were kinda busy but oh well we're here now, though you'd think you'd have used that time to clean up." He said, going over and hugging Yuri whole Crowler seethed.
"You good?" Asked Jaden, Yuri snorted at his dad's protectiveness but welcomed it all the same. "I'm fine, one of my plant experiments just got a little out of hand that's all" he explained, Crowler looked ready to throttle him than and there but Sheppard stepped in.
"Yuri created a very dangerous plant that he set on Doctor Crowler, this is no laughing matter." He said, giving the boy a stern look. A look of realisation set on Jaden's face "ahhh so you finally got it to work out? That's awesome bud" he praised.
Yubel materialised beside him, giving Yuri a proud smile, he'd followed their instruction well it seemed.
Crowler glared "your little spawn nearly got me eaten alive! That is not awesome at all, why no wonder he's like this being your kid!" He snapped, his infamous temper rising. Seeing Jaden again making it shorter than usual.
"And yet your fine" said Jesse, who'd been silent up to that point. He met Crowlers glare with his own "you've survived worse, and made it out alive so I doubt a hungry plant would've gotten to you. And besides isn't that some sort of activity he should be supervised on, by you I believe since your the head of Obelisk dorm, are you not?" He said coldly, surprising Jaden with his rage and Yuri had to stop himself from smiling.
Jaden may have forgiven everyone for what he went through at Dual Academy but Jesse and their friends never would. And for them to try and do the same to Yuri... Well that wouldn't stand with either of them.
"Hey yeah you're right, he wrote to you asking for permission and you gave it didn't you?" Said Jaden, remembering the message from his son.
Crowler paused, knowing that was in fact true but he hadn't bothered to actually do it. Sheppard gave him a look that he couldn't answer to.
"Huh? So really you could've avoided all this if you had listened to your students and actually paid attention and done your jobs... Who would've thought?" Said Jesse uncharacteristically coldly to the duo who couldn't even look at him. "Yeah, if anyone had actually gotten hurt other than you getting lightly slimmed... you wouldn't have called us in at all. Just left Yuri to deal with it, right?" Said Jaden, already knowing the answer.
He sighed, getting to his feet before either could respond "we're taking him home and if this isn't sorted by tomorrow you'll have my dad to answer to because I'm not letting you do this again." Said Jaden, eyes shifting to Yubel's and back while said spirit nodded angrily.
With nothing else to say, Yuri smiled at his teachers, a cold smirk and a wave before leaving with his dad's.
#Seto adopts Jaden#Jaden adopts protags#yuri arc v#Jesse anderson#johan andersen#Judai yuki#Jaden yuki#spiritshipping#Yugioh#Yugioh gx#Yugioh arc v
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chemistry test | t.h.
tom holland x actress!reader
warnings: fluff and acting..?
summary: you're auditioning for the role of silk in the new marvel film. they've already chosen their spider-man and now it's time to see how much chemistry you two have.
wc: 1.9k
"Hi! I'm here for the Marvel auditions?" you greeted the lady who sat at the front desk.
"Hello! What's your name?"
"Y/N Y/L/N."
Nerves were running through your veins at lightning speed. The lady gave you a kind smile and told you to head to room three hundred and sixteen. You returned the smile before heading to the elevators.
Upon entering, you were faced with at least fifteen other women who were also auditioning. All with black locks and brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated. Sure, you had done some small films here and there, but looking at the competition now was frightening. A lady came and handed all of you a small script. At least it was a distraction. You spent the entire time reading your lines and trying your hardest to memorize them.
You sat in the waiting room for at least fourty-five minutes before your name was finally called and you were escorted into another space. Once you entered, your eyes were immediately drawn to the long table where the producers, casting crew and directors - who you've met hundreds of times in your previous auditions - were sat. You shook hands and gave greetings, the usual.
"Y/N, meet our new Spider-Man." Kevin gestured to the brunette boy at the front of the room.
He was cute. Dangerously cute. His small curls that laid messily only seemed to add to his appeal.
You smiled and walked over to him, "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you." you offered your hand.
He returned the grin before shaking your hand, "Tom Holland. It's a pleasure." you noticed his British accent and couldn't stop yourself from the confused expression that took over your features.
"You're British?"
He nodded with a smile, "That I am, but," he switched to an American accent, "I can turn it off, too."
Your smile grew, impressed by his ability, "That's so cool. I would try a British accent, but I feel like I might offend you."
He laughed with you for a bit, his hand still holding yours. You both noticed the predicament and quickly withdrew your hands. Sheepish grins showed on both your lips.
Joe Russo cleared his throat, "A little background information in case you're not familiar with Cindy Moon's story."
You silently thanked him for this since you were not at all familiar with whatever the character entailed. Only getting small glimpses of her personality and behaviour before you got thrown into the mix of auditions.
"Cindy and Peter went to the same school and got bitten by the same radioactive spider. A man took Cindy and trained her, but also hid her in a bunker when her powers became too much for her to control. Her Silk Sense – which is her version of a Spider Sense – is incredibly powerful. Stronger than Peter's. In this scene, Peter is saving her from the bunker. Understood?" he spoke so quickly that you nearly didn't catch it all, but nevertheless, you nodded your head.
"Got it." you put the script to the side and took off your jacket.
"Now," Kevin spoke, "Remember, this is a chemistry test. So we want to see – not just how compatible your characters are – but you guys, as well."
Your palms began to sweat. You already knew that they were looking for chemistry, but being put on the spot made your anxiety sky rocket. You nodded again in understanding.
"Sounds good." Tom went to the other side of the room, "Good luck." he sent you another frustratingly attractive smile.
You nodded with your own grin, "Thanks, Spidey."
You spotted a small cot beside you and made your way over, laying with your back to Tom. Ready to start the scene.
"Action!"
Before any lines were given, you lifted your head, but kept it facing the wall. As if you were listening for something, waiting for something.
"Spider- Boy? Guy? Spider-something." you spoke to the wall and a second later, Tom's footsteps were heard behind you.
"I prefer Spider-Man." Tom's voice filled your ears as he leaned against the wall. "Nice to meet you, Cindy Moon."
You held a hand to your head, as if a painful migraine had just arrived. "Your presence is causing me pain. Who-" you looked up at the man, recognition dawning on your features, "Peter."
"W-what? N-n-no, no, no. Who's Peter? I'm Spider-Man." he insisted rather poorly. Deepening his voice.
You turned your body around, hanging your legs off of the cot, "I-I feel it. I remember you. Parker from my science class. Left row, three seats behind me. And my math and history. Front row in history. Middle in math. You always had a new backpack every week."
"Eidetic memory." he mumbled under his breath.
"Hm?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"Nothing. Never mind. We can discuss this later. You need to get out of here. And I have come to save you from whatever this place is." he eyed the space with disgust.
You eyed him suspiciously, "Is this some Disney movie? Is there a magical horse drawn carriage waiting outside?"
He showed a boyish grin, "I guess you can call me your knight in red and blue spandex."
You scoffed and stood up, "Okay, Parker. How'd you know I was here?"
"Oh! This awesome dude, Tony Stark, he knows, like, everything! A-and he told me that you were here and sent me on a mission– Which is so cool! But yeah, he told me to come and save you. And that is what I am doing." he jumped up and down like an excited child.
You eyed the space around you, "Wait. M-my powers. I can't control them. I-I mean, I'm trying, b-but it's still—"
"—We can focus on that later! Right now, the richest and sickest guy on the planet is requesting you. C'mon." he grabbed your hand and, as scripted, you both locked eyes immediately.
You tried your best to look like you were falling in love. And as you stared into his deep brown eyes, you found that it wasn't that difficult. He stared back into yours. His hand still wrapped around your fingers. Your free hand travelled to his face, as if you were about to pull his mask up. Resting your palm on his jawline. His other hand that wasn't grasping yours, rested on your hip. A light pressure that nearly sent you into a haze. You both began to lean in and it no longer felt like acting until you squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head and pushed him away rather aggressively.
You put a hand on the wall, drawing heavy breaths in and out, "W-what are you doing to me?" you looked at him through heavy eyelids.
Tom was in a similar position, back against the wall, hand over his chest, "Mister Stark said that m-might h-happen." his head was thrown back against the wall, showing off the expanse of his neck as he swallowed. "Something- Something about our senses causes a strong- How do I say this? I-Intimate attraction between us."
Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "A-an attraction? An intimate attraction? To you? Ew."
He pushed himself off the wall, "Glad to see you haven't changed one bit, Moon." he walked away from you, "We really need to get going. You- Oh! I've been wondering this: Where's your webbing?" he looked around as if he was searching for it.
You stuck your hand out and pretended to shoot a string of silk out of your finger and onto the wall. Tom followed your movements with a starstruck expression.
"That's sick! I have to make mine." he frowned, "We got bit by the same fricking spider and yours is in your hands? Let me see!" he came closer and attempted to grab your hand again before you quickly put it behind your back.
"Don't touch me." you spoke slowly, "I-if this attraction is caused by physical touch. Please, do not touch me."
He plastered on a playful smirk, "Oh, it's more than physical, Moon."
You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the wall, "Dream on, Parker. Are we going to this Mister Stank or whatever?" you waved your hand with a limp wrist.
Tom gasped, "He's Iron Man! It's Mister Stark! Stark! Not stank! And you need a suit. Mister Stark has one ready for you at the compound, but you need something to wear on the way there." he looked around for one.
As if it had just dawned on your character that you were finally leaving the bunker, your attitude changed. A smile gracing your lips.
"I think I can do a little something."
You gestured your hands around yourself, pretending to create a suit from your silk. Tom watched with amazement, "Hey, how are you doing that?" he bent down and examined your body from head to toe.
"I had a lot of free time on my hands. Costume on-the-go. You like?" you smirked as you continued your movements.
Tom nodded his head as he came back up to stand beside you, "I could've saved so much time and money by doing that."
You finally completed your gesturing with a grin, "Ta-da! A bit sticky, but I think it'll do." you pretended to stretch around in the costume.
"Okay, let's go, Moon—"
"—Nope. Nuh-uh. When I'm webbed up like this, call me Silk." you smiled triumphantly.
And with that, the scene came to an end. The producers and casting directors all stood and clapped for you and Tom. You smiled widely at how successful it had gone. Before you could even react, Tom pulled you into a hug. Arms wrapped around your waist. Without a second thought, you wrapped yours around his neck with a laugh.
"You were amazing!" Tom praised you with a wide grin.
You couldn't help but to smile, "Thank you! It helps when you have an awesome scene partner."
His cheeks turned a shade of scarlet at your compliment before Anthony Russo spoke, "That was amazing! Thank you, Y/N."
You shook your head, "Thank you for having me."
Joe came and shook your hand, "Expect a call on Monday. Keep your ringer on." he smiled.
"And that wraps up the chemistry tests! Great job, everyone!" Anthony announced as you handed the script back to them and threw your jacket on.
You swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door.
"Wait!" Tom called from behind you.
You stopped in your steps and turned around with a kind smile.
He held out his phone, "Since we're going to be working together, might as well get to know one another." he had a timid grin.
"Don't jinx it, Holland." you let a light chuckle fall from your lips.
He shook his head, "It's not jinxing, it's manifesting and you were by far the best Cindy Moon. You've already got the part." he insisted making you shake your head.
"We'll see about that." you punched in your number and before you could add your name, Tom took his phone back.
"Wait." he quickly typed away.
'silk'
You smiled at the contact name before offering your phone. He typed in his number and took it upon himself to put the name.
'spidey'
"I'll see you around, Y/L/N." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.
You nodded, "Definitely, Holland." you turned around and walked out of the door.
Both of you were so engrossed in your interaction that you didn't notice the producers and casting directors watching from afar. Proud smiles dawning their lips.
They found their Cindy Moon.
#tom holland smut#tom holland x osterfield!reader#tom holland x you#tom holland x actress!reader#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x singer!reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x famous!reader#tom holland x reader#tom holland#tom holland fluff#tom holland angst#marvel fan fiction#cindy moon#spider man#tom holland imagine#tom holland oneshot
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we we're too young ✧ t.holland
summary: when the pressure of the age ends a relationship, a song comes.
warnings: swearing, fluff at the end
a/n: i really love Louis and the lyrics of this songs are painful, so why not? requests are open! english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake, take care of yourself pls! <3 (not my gif)
When you broke up with Tom, you promised yourself that you would never speed things up in a relationship again.
And maybe that's what ruined everything. Moving in together in your early 20s and starting a new life just the two of you was either the best or the worst relationship decision. But, you were two teenagers in love, sure that you were each other's soul mate, who would dare break your illusion?
It had been almost three years since you left the apartment, ending it all there. You knew you couldn't keep Tom's name from being all over Hollywood, or even coming up as a topic of conversation with your friends, but you could avoid seeing him at events. And that's exactly what you did over the years.
Right now you were getting ready for a performance with Louis Tomlinson and other singers that all of you were giving at a community event for a foundation.
"Hey," you spoke as Lana, your makeup artist, finished applying some blush to your cheeks. "You're already here?"
"I'm in the parking lot," Sebastian replied and you could hear the sound of a car door closing. "Dua is already singing?"
"I think so, why?" you asked as you grimaced so Lana could apply more product to your face.
"Cause i don't wanna look like i only care about you." his voice sounded somewhat agitated, indicating that he was walking towards the door of the building.
"But you only care about me." you replied with a giggle, listening as he also laughed lightly.
"I know but, sounds rude," Lana put her things away and left you alone, not before you thanked her for the amazing job she had done on your face. "And what are you singing besides Too Young?"
"Moonlight, Dangerous Woman, Positions and Nasty." Sebastian couldn't see you, but you had a smirk in your face.
"So you're getting nasty, huh?" you laughed at the comment you knew he would make about the song. "Oh, and by the way. Tom is-" he couldn't finish the sentence because you interrupted him.
"Ugh," you rolled your eyes without him being able to see you. "Can we just not talk about him? It's been like three years, c'mon. Everybody needs to get over it."
"Alright big girl, see you over here. Bye."
The call ended and the sentence that your friend didn't finish started to haunt your head. Why did he name your ex? Sebastian wasn't usually one of those people who always named him, he only did it when it was something important or very urgent, what would have happened?
Your thoughts faded when three knocks sounded at your door.
"Love, you're ready? We gotta go!" the accent of Louis reached your ears and you just tried to hide the smile that formed on your face knowing that you were already going on stage.
"Coming!" you shouted back and gave yourself one last look in the mirror before dropping your cell phone on the little red couch. You saw the screen light up, indicating that you had gotten a notification but you didn't take any notice, it was surely from a fan.
Cindy:
You're gonna die.
I just saw Harry, Sam and Tom in like four tables behind us.
He's here for you.
"I have to say you look very pretty." the boy next to you complimented you as the both of you walked down the big hallway to get to the stage.
"Thanks, Tommo," you thanked him with a big smile. "You look great too, and i'm sure that you are gonna do a show out there."
"Bullshit," he shook his head, hiding the smile that had formed on his face. "But we are gonna rock the stage, and then you will do it by yourself." he said with a big smile, causing one on you and hugging you around your waist.
"Y/N, put this on." the sound guy handed you a yellow headset with your initial engraved on it as you arrived on stage, a big red cloth covering both of you.
"I saw some of your cast friends out there." this made your eyes sparkle a little, you were excited to know that they actually did come.
"Oh yeah, I invited some of them. I'm happy they came to support the event."
"Yeah, but there was this guy," he grimaced trying to remember and bit his lower lip. "I don't remember his name, but he was with two other people."
"Are you sure that he was from Marvel?" you asked with furrowed brows and he nodded immediately.
"Yeah, i've seen his face in the movies before."
"Maybe it was Hemsworth with Liam and Elsa, i dunno." you shrugged and Louis just nodded, trusting you.
The two of you turned on your microphones so you could start talking as you had previously rehearsed.
"So yeah, I hear Louis Tomlinson can't sing at all." you spoke into the mic, causing several of the fans who bought a ticket to scream.
"Well, I hear Y/N Y/L doesn't sing that well. She can't even get to the high notes!" his voice echoed throughout the venue as you two laughed quietly behind the curtain. This was all based on the many criticisms the two of you were receiving.
"Ugh, yeah. And that two assholes have a show tonight." you spoke as you watched the canvas begin to open, making the screams grow louder.
"I bet that they won't even be able to fill half the forum." Louis and you take a step out of the shadows.
"Oh shit!" you exclaimed when you saw how many people were there. You and Louis had sent out a large number of invitations to various artists, but you didn't expect everyone to go. Your eyes quickly visualized Sebastian next to Elizabeth. In one corner was Ryan Reynolds and in the other Lily Collins, there really were a lot of stars in the place. Finally, some fans were right in front of the stage, separated from everyone else.
"They really made it," your friend said between a chuckle before speaking again. "How is it going?" he openly asked all the people, earning several shouts of excitement.
"Alright, so, first of all," you looked to your left for Tomlinson's approval before continuing to speak, he just closed his eyes and nodded. "Thanks to everybody for coming tonight. It really means a lot to Louis and I that you could donate a little money for the kids that belong to this foundation. I didn't thought that so many of you would come today, I honestly just thought Sebastian and my mom would come," you admitted with a nervous laugh, eliciting one from the listeners and earning an on-air kiss from Sebastian "But yeah, again, thanks to all of you for showing up today. I'm sure that all of these kids thank you with all their hearts."
"So many boring things but no action, let's hear it!" Louis said and he walked back a bit so he could sit on the small wooden benches that were on the stage. Unlike the other artists, the two of you wouldn't be doing a big performance for Too Young.
And that's because Too Young is not a very happy song. You and Louis wrote it when you were just coming out of your relationship and feelings were running high. It was a special and painful song.
The melody started to play and you shared a big smile with the guy to your right before you started singing.
we were too young
to know we had everything
too young, I wish I could've seen it all along
i'm sorry that i hurt you, darling, no, oh
we were too young
Emotions and memories began to fill your mind. It was hard to sing this song without feeling a sense of guilt at all.
i've been looking back a lot lately
me and you is all I've ever known
it's hard to think you could ever hate me
but everything's feeling different now
Your eyes were focused on Jake Gyllehaal and Blake Lively talking about your presentation. You had met Jake through Tom and had formed a great friendship, but you were curious to know what Blake thought.
oh, I can't believe I gave in to the pressure
when they said a love like this would never last
so I cut you off 'cause I didn't know no better
now I realise, yeah, I realise
Your eyes searched for Cindy and a couple of friends you knew were here just as you were singing the chorus. You noticed they were making some strange signs and pointing behind them, not understanding, you just furrowed your brows and finished your part of the song just for now Louis to start singing.
You didn't take your eyes off your friends, still trying to decipher what they wanted you to see or something that was bothering them. That's when you looked up a bit at the tables behind them and your eyes met with a curly-haired boy you instantly recognized.
Harry Holland.
You blinked several times to double check if it was him and not an illusion of your mind, but it was. He was wearing a black suit and next to him was Sam, who was wearing a white dress shirt and a brown jacket.
And then there was him.
Tom looked radiant as always. He was wearing an olive green suit with a gray shirt underneath and you looked away quickly when you saw that you two connected eyes for a second, as he had the same lost and in love look that he looked at you with a few years ago.
You felt a squeeze on your leg and quickly turned your gaze to see Louis, who asked you with his eyebrows and gaze if you were okay, to which you just nodded and swallowed dryly before moving your mouth back to the microphone.
it's been three years since I've seen your face
i'm trying to find some better words to say
before I let this moment slip away
'cause now I realise
Some had noticed that you had changed a part of the lyrics and others just kept smiling at the beautiful melody. You turned to look at Louis and just shrugged your shoulders with a small smile.
we were too young to know we had everything
too young, I wish I could've seen it all along
i'm sorry that I hurt you, darling, no, oh
we were too young
we were too young
we were too young
we were too young
we were too young
The song ended and your friend took your hand to move a little closer to the edge of the stage and take a bow for the whole audience, receiving applause for all of them.
"Good luck, love," the Brit hugged you and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, rubbing your shoulder one last time before taking the mic again. "Let's hear it for Y/N Y/L!"
The time progressed and you finished singing your songs as did Louis, thus ending the event and letting the guests leave the place freely.
"So we came here for nothing?" Harry asked before gluing his lips to the glass bottle, causing Tom to look away from you for a moment to look at his brother.
"Oh, shut up."
"He's got a point," Sam joined the conversation, setting the empty bottle down on the table. "I mean, you canceled today's work just to come see her and you're not going to talk to her. Really?"
Tom gave one last glance at his two brothers before returning his eyes to you, biting his bottom lip from nerves and the indecision he felt.
You looked as pretty as ever. You waved goodbye, hugged and made small talk with each departing guest, thanking them for attending.
"Alright, this is what is gonna happen," the older of the twins caught the attention of his two brothers again. He grabbed his satchel from the table and straightened his jacket. "You are gonna talk to her, and Harry and I are going to wait for you in the car." Sam winked at him before motioning to his twin to signal for them to leave the place.
"Don't be a movie star and talk to her." that was the last thing Harry said, patting Tom's shoulder and calling him by the nickname that so annoyed him.
The brown-haired man sat there for a moment with his eyes down, not knowing what to do. And to his bad luck, when he raised his eyes to look for you, you were gone.
Not knowing what to do, he quickly found Sebastian with Anthony and Chris, so he decided to send him a message.
Tom:
hey, mate.
Sebastian connected glances with Tom and grimaced that he didn't understand why he was texting him instead of approaching him. The Brit just pointed to his cell phone, implying to text him back.
Sebastian:
No
Tom:
c'mon
Sebastian:
I know what you're going to ask me
She's in her dresser
Don't be a dick, please, and if she doesn't want to talk to you, don't push her.
Tom:
I won't
thanks x
He didn't wait a second longer and got up from his place, heading quickly to the back stage area and crossing the long hallway to get to your dressing room.
He took a breath of air in front of the red door that had a small sign with your name on it. After a few seconds, he knocked four times.
"Come in!" you said, thinking it was Sebastian and when you heard the door open you spoke again. A cotton circle with makeup remover rubbing against your eye. "Are we leaving now, Seb? I thought that you wanted to talk to Anthony and Chris-" you spoke without paying much attention, until you turned your chair around and met brown eyes and not blue.
"Hey." Tom spoke timidly and raised his left hand to greet you. His lips formed a line.
"Tom, hey," you greeted him so as not to look rude. "What are you doing here?" you asked somewhat nervously, as you knew perfectly well why he was standing in front of you.
'"I just wanted to see you. Your show out there was amazing."
"Thank you." you thanked him with a forced smile and the room filled with silence for a moment.
"Do you think that we had everything back then, but we were too young?" your ex's question broke the silence. And it also broke the barrier of the past, letting all the memories come back.
"Tom, i-"
"Just say it." he said and knelt before you, taking your hands in his and connecting gazes.
His eyes were the same as always. The same ones full of love, and the same ones that shed tears the day you left London to start over in Boston.
"I do."
"And do you think that now we are old enough to make things right?" that question fell like a bucket of cold water, you didn't expect it at all and you didn't want to answer it.
You didn't want to because the answer was yes.
"I think so too," you closed your eyes and just let your feelings speak for you. "I think about it everyday. I think that if maybe if we had been mature enough back then, everything would have worked out correctly."
This was an intimate moment between the two of you, and you didn't need to be unclothed to see each other's nakedness. The two of you were baring your souls completely.
"But now we are old enough-"
"But it's not the same, Tom." a bittersweet smile formed on your face. You really wanted to try again, but you couldn't.
"It is the same, and i know it because," he paused and squeezed your right hand even tighter than before. "In the deep of my heart, i still know that you still drink ice coffee in the morning with exactly eight ice cubes. I still know that you always watch the same series because trying to watch new ones never works. I still know that after a concert you take two bottles of water for your throat and take a long nap for five or six hours. I still know that it bothers you that the sunlight comes through the window and hits you directly in the eyes, but still, your dream apartment has big windows."
"And I still know because over the years I never stopped loving you, and I am convinced that I never will." your heart twisted a little when you heard that he remembered every little detail of your life, and how true everything he had said about you was. Tom just remained silent, waiting for an answer from you.
"You know what?" you asked and a smirk formed on your face as you helped Tom up and you did the same. "My grandmother used to tell me the story of the red thread. The red thread binds two people together, and this can stretch, contract or tangle. But it's impossible for it to break."
"So, that means that you would try it again with me?" he asked with his voice full of illusion and put his hands on your waist, desperate to have contact with you.
"I will, yes. And better work this time, Holland." you teased him, running your hands around his neck so you could hug him properly.
"It will, i promise."
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