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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Mi Hombre, O. Diaz

Summary: You overhear Monse trash talking about Oscar and you’ve had enough of him being painted as the villain.

warnings: monse being a hater!, cute s h e t, freak s h e t 👅

word counter: 1.5K

requested by: @un-poetryy

A/N: I always give the “bad” guys the benefit of the doubt because my attraction to toxic men began with Damon Salvatore LOL. Thank you for requesting, I love trying new things when writing for Spooky, this was fun! SEND ME ASKS/REQUESTS! I finally turned on the Anon option, heh. And don’t forget, please: follow, heart it and leave some comments, reblog and also turn on the notifs for when I post! Lots of love!!

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The sun is warm against your skin and the slight breeze is adding to a perfect summer day. Now that school is out, the public pool has extended it’s days of operations and hours, so here you are out with you boyfriend’s little brother and friends, tanning and having a relaxing day.

Oscar called you saying to meet him at the pool since he’s really trying to avoid spending any alone time at home with his estranged father. As you await his arrival, you’re laying back and letting the sun fill in the paler parts of your skin due to your bikini straps. And it’s been lovely but you’re starting to lose you’re patience as Monse, Cesar’s toxic ass girlfriend, keeps talking ill about Oscar.

You sigh once more as you try to zero out on the things she is saying about him but it’s getting real hard to bite your tongue the more she goes on. It’s Oscar “Spooky” Diaz and of course everyone has an opinions about everyone. And rightfully so but Monse only says bad things about her boyfriend’s older brother. Every single time it’s something negative. And granted you don’t spend much time with her, it’s sad that she can’t say one good thing.

It’s also when Oscar is never around and the devil is prying to get out of you to say something. Oh, please say something. But you keep your eyes closed and pray that your boyfriend arrives soon. The last thing you want is to cause a scene in a family area.

“I mean he’s been hanging around a lot and it’s just annoying he gotta bring his gang tendencies when it’s been clear as day you don’t want nothing to do with it. Doesn’t he have drugs to sell? or other people to jump into the gang?” Monse says and you huff audibly.

Though you got your eyes closed, you could feel her gaze move to you briefly.

Cesar only sighs as Monse kept on going and that was the tip of the iceberg for you. How can Cesar not defend is older brother? You know the shit the Diaz brothers have been through but to not defend someone who has defended you on countless occasions?

“Seriously? You really going keep talking shit, Monse? I’m convinced you’re obsessed with Oscar since all you ever do is talk about him,” You’ve had enough, you get up and say to her as you stand above them,

Both she and Cesar look up at you, surprised. “I-I, uh, was just saying th-”

“No, you weren’t just fucking saying nothing. You’re trash talking his brother and my boyfriend and it’s shit on me to have waited this long to say something but you’re such a pussy for only knowing how to talk smack when he’s not around.”

She tilts her head to the side and stands to cross her arms over her chest, “I have no problem saying this to his face as well. He must have you whipped if you are too blind to see that all he is is trouble, Y/N. You’re a smart girl, you deserve someone better than Oscar.”

If you could see the world in a single color right now, it’d be red and for Monse it’s about to be black considering you want to pop her one right in the mouth. You’re at a disbelief that she can’t give Oscar the benefit of the doubt considering he has done a lot for his brother and group of friends. Everytime there had been an issue that they couldn’t solve, which was 99.9% of the time, Oscar came in with the save.

You see your boyfriend walk through the gated entrance of the public pool. He makes his way over to the food stand and you smile to yourself, the sight of him always making you melt, “ I am a smart girl, thank you. I’m smart enough to know that no one in this world is perfect. We all have flaws, Oscar knows it too. But you’re quick to forget that if it weren’t for him, you all would probably be 6 feet under next to Lil Ricky, who isn’t even 6 feet under might I add!”

She laughs a little to herself before continuing, “And we wouldn’t have gotten in those situations had Oscar not jumped his little brother into that stupid gang of wannabes anyways! Who does that? Forces his own family into something he didn’t want to be apart of? That’s messed up! And you the complicit one that stands by not saying anything!” Monse says loudly, now catching the attention of those around you. Even Oscar is now looking your way, you and Monse in each other’s faces.

You weren’t planning to make a big scene about this, you just wanted to call her out on her bullshit peacefully, if that is even possible. But if the shoe fits? You lace that bitch up and wear it.

You scoff and step closer to her face, “Cesar grew up in this life, wake the fuck up, Monse! It looks like a duck, it quacks like a duck, it’s a fucking duck! Think this lil duckling was gonna join the rabbit family and live a peaceful life? That is how the world revolves, that is how people like us survive. Whether you like it or not. Yes, it is messed up. And I can promise you, Oscar never wanted this life to begin with, not for him and definitely not for his brother, whom he raised. Was it a perfect life? No. But it was and still is enough.

“So I swear to God, if you can’t say anything nice please shut the fuck up. Don’t say shit. Because if you wanna point out flaws, let’s all do it, hm? Gather around family and friends, “ You look around and say, “We’re gonna play the What’s wrong with Monse game I’ll start, she’s toxic as fuck! She loves to play the victim, she’s dating a freshly jumped in Santo, which she claims are wannabe gangsters!”

Everyone’s attention is on you now, Oscar is trying his best not to laugh at the situation but when you get argumentative, it’s a damn good time. You have valid points and Monse knows it. The people with the most problems never like to admit them. She has a look of embarrassment plastered on her face.

“Y/N...” Cesar speaks up, also with a look of embarrassment on his face. He scratches the back of his head as he looks around and spots his brother in the distant. Oscar raises his water bottle in the air as a notion of, Salud.

You cross your arms and wait for him to say something but he only looks down at his feet and rocks on his heels. Monse’s mouth agape at his lack of input, “What’s wrong? You upset he’s not defending you? That’s how complicit ones are, sweetheart. They see the problem and let it go on so long as it’s not personally affecting them. Which means you probably just a piece of culo. And also means he’s a little puto for not defending his brother. A little bitch! Both of you!”

“Hey, hey mamas. Calmate, com’n. Let’s go get some food, hm?” Oscar appears and starts to pull you away as you spew out the last of your words. He can feel your skin is warm to the touch and it is not from the tanning either.

He is smiling like a fool once you two make your way to the stand, “Wow, my lady defends my name even when I’m not around.”

You shake your head and cross you arms, exhaling a much needed breath through your nose. Monse is collecting her things, angrily and storming out to the parking lot. A frantic Cesar following, you look back to Oscar and both laugh.

“Was I too harsh?” You ask him, he shakes his head in disagreement.

“Nah, bout time someone tells her off and you did just that. It’s hot, y’know? Calling them out for talking shit.” You look to him and whack your arm on his stomach, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of you head. “What else would my lil traviesa do for me?”

As you tip your head back to answer, Jasmine walks towards the two of you blasting music from her phone.

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil dangly dang that swang in the back of my throat

You look to Oscar and wink at him, feeling the hardness in his swim trunks as you lick your lips. He clears his throat looking at Jasmine that means to leave. She snobs you two and walks off.

“Aye, you gotta walk in front me. He won’t let up.” You look between the two of you and see his boner. Laughing away, you let him trail very close behind you.

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧COACHES DON’T PLAY

THE JOURNAL OF A FORMER AUTHOR: PAGE 002

HOT OFF THE PRESS ! Is this not what you’re looking for? Please view the masterlist [here]!

EXTRA ! miya osamu x fem! reader. 1.2k words. original characters.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan. It’s been a while. How’re you?”

She held her breath, not realizing the lessened formality of their relationship. Letting out her breath little by little, (Y/N) took her time with what she wanted to say.

It was a little too long, however, when her cousin spoke after a minute of silence. “Hello? Are you still there?”

Hastily she replied, “Yeah! Yeah, I am. I’m… okay. How are you?”

From the other end came a slight chuckle. “So am I. How’s the dating column coming along?” (Y/N) pursed her lips, and her heart beat quicker, nervous that the previous Dating-san, her cousin, was asking her about such matters.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about tonight,” she ended up saying.

“Oh? What’s wrong?”

“I… got kicked. From the club. ‘Cause my editor spread a false rumor about me. And now my entire reputation as Dating-san, and as a person in general, really, is pretty much down the drain,” she told him. She was genuinely surprised that not only her cousin had managed to stay silent throughout the entire explanation, but also how she had more to say.

“And I feel like such a terrible person now, too. ‘Cause of both the newspaper column, that I couldn’t do my own job and be actually responsible, and that I ruined one of the relationships that I helped build.” Silence came from the other end. Again, a wave of nervousness rushed over (Y/N) and shook her; what loomed over her next was the intimidation she felt whenever she talked with her cousin, Dating-san.

When her cousin began talking, she stiffened, despite being wrapped up in the comforts of her bed. “I see. Well, I’ll start off by saying congrats for working well enough to help build a relationship; I’ll give you that. Next, I see where you’re coming from. I’m really sorry that you had to go through this; there’s definitely some corruption in this organization. I’ll talk to Aki-san for you if you’d like.

“You really don’t have to--”

“No, please. Let me. It’s the least I can do for my favorite cousin. Is there any particular reason why you’re on bad terms with your editor?”

(Y/N) didn’t even have to think about the answer. “Yeah: I like her boyfriend. Or, well, ex-boyfriend.”

Her cousin gave a good laugh, and (Y/N) felt herself smiling to his contagious laughter. “Oh, (Y/N). You really… let your crush go just for the sake of your job, huh? You’re too generous, I swear.” Laughing in between your words, you told him that you had to; it was your responsibility.

After a few minutes of letting out a good laugh mixed with the undertones of a sob, (Y/N)’s cousin silenced her with his next string of advice for her. “(Y/N), I know how seriously you take, or took, I guess, this job and, honestly, I’m very proud of you for that. I remember you were so excited to take up the responsibility once I graduated, and your excitement spread to me, too.

“But, you see, this job as a writer does not define who you are, got that? You are so much more than what you’re known as at school. You’re someone who’s hardworking and passionate with everything they do. You’re a lover and a hater. You’re emotional. You’re friendly; you can get along with anyone. (Y/N), I don’t know you as Dating-san, but as my cousin. I know you as (Y/N).

“And, lastly, do not feel bad that your editor spread a terrible rumor about you. She’s going to get what she deserves soon enough. I really don’t blame you for being selfish. Sometimes we as dating coaches gotta feel something, too, you know? I don’t think I ever told you, but last year I actually got with my crush because I was selfish. ‘Cause, of course, coaches don’t play, but they gotta step on the court some day.”

There was a strange feeling that washed over (Y/N) with those last words. She opened her mouth to thank her cousin, but before she could even say anything, he told her, “I do not regret making you the next Dating-san at all, (Y/N). You amaze me every day, even if you think you’re the worst person in the world. You will never be that kind of person to me.”

Even though she knew he couldn’t see her, (Y/N) mouthed a “thank you,” and hung up. She stayed underneath the blankets of her bed for a while before she hopped up to freshen up herself in her bathroom. Slowly she learned that being kicked off the newspaper club wasn’t a bad thing; in fact, she saw it as a way for herself to grow.

When she came back, her phone buzzed with one single notification from her cousin. It was a text message. She smiled warmly at the message.

[10:41 pm] don’t forget that if you’re troubled by all of this because of the guy you like, go for the guy! have no regrets. follow what you want to do instead of what others tell you to do. coaches can play, too!

Setting her phone down next to her on the desk, (Y/N) opened up her notebook to let out her thoughts.

So this is the journal of a former author. It feels much more therapeutic to handwrite than to type, though it hurts a little more to write.

What do I want to say, exactly? Maybe it’s that I am conflicted between regretting falling for Osamu and thinking that falling for him was a good thing. If I never fell for him I wouldn’t be in this mess. However, thinking about it, if I never fell for him I wouldn’t have had that really good talk with my cousin.

Ultimately, I wish I never liked him.

But then again, he’s picked me up on days I’ve felt so down… and he’s good company. Maybe we’re better off as friends. I don’t think he was right for Asai. I thought he would change her, but in the end, she remained the same. She treated Osamu like a pet and made him bow down to her.

I’m sorry, Osamu. I wish I never advised you to date Asai. My fear of her caused me to write what she wanted to see, not what you wanted to see. Though, you’re okay with anything, and that’s what kinda drew me to you, I guess. You were okay with being my friend, and you genuinely enjoy my company, even if you don’t really show it. I enjoy your company, too.

I just wish I could tell you how I feel. Asai probably has, though. Or maybe she hasn’t. Who knows? I don’t know what I’d do if I told you that I liked you. I’d run away and hide. Never show my face to you again. Would you come try and find me?

I should stop being so indecisive. Here are my thoughts, loud and clear: I like Osamu. I regret writing down what Asai wanted to read, not what Osamu wanted. I will never regret knowing Osamu, befriending him, and falling for him.

I will never regret taking up the role as Dating-san, because if I’m part of the newspaper club or not, I will always be Dating-san to Inarizaki High.

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mushi-shield · 3 years

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reason why I really love Tom McDonald music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6FmwBPDT-w "People So Stupid"

What a contradiction, being human is so tragic Focus on minorities, ignoring all the masses Hallelujah, everyone, activism saved the planet No more plastic straws in paper Just paper straws wrapped in plastic, congratulations

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxJtX081jj4 "WHITEBOY"

I would never hate a man for what God gave him in pigments And I would never plot against him just because he is different I would never judge a human for the cards he was given or Call them lesser than myself 'cause of the race that he's mixed with

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omMpqbuyDdc "Straight White Male"

Fine, y'all don't gotta be my friends Y'all don't gotta like white men Y'all don't gotta hold my hand Y'all don't gotta have my back Y'all don't gotta, y'all don't gotta, y'all don't gotta, uh Y'all don't gotta see my side Y'all don't gotta be down to ride Y'all don't gotta do anything but ghost And I'mma do me even when it's the most, yeah

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ita4g_oDyns "Politically Incorrect"

Don't let 'em censor your thoughts Don't let 'em make you regret that you talked Don't let 'em tell you that nice is the law Tryna make you all right here when nothing is wrong, yeahWords hurt you, clothes hurt you Memes hurt you, jokes hurt you, we hurt you Half the time you don't even probably know what hurt you But you super mad, trust we heard you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHBMbZdCpSk "Cancelled"

I don't care if you mad at me, okay? Go ahead and change the channel Don't waste your time tryna cancel me, okay? They love me 'cause they know that I'm an asshole Say what you want, I guess it is what it is Haters can talk but they can't cancel the kid Go 'head and go off, try and say this is it But I swear to God, you can't cancel the kid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2l6JUNFAJ9o "Fake Woke"

Use violence to get peace and wonder why it isn't working That's like sleeping with a football team to try and be a virgin Politicians are for sale and someone always makes the purchase But you and I cannot afford it, our democracy is worthless If a man has mental illness call him crazy, say it silently When country's going crazy we accept it as society

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t86ClLM3ZGY "NO LIVES MATTER"

Freedom's dead, if you have an opinion, take it back (facts) People hate the president, if you don't then you trash (facts) Indoctrinate the nation using news and mainstream rap (facts) The government abuses us, it's all part of the plan (facts)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2K1xQOp4qo "White Trash"

This is for my white trash, the ones the whole world hate The ones who voted for Trump, got labeled racist but ain't The ones with ball caps, "Make America Great" Who love their country to death Who struggle on minimum wageAyy, they angry about illegal aliens Takin' work that maybe they could get Single parents with some baby kids Hated for being a patriot All my life, I've been white trash All my life, it's been like that The whole world been left leanin' I'm proud of the right who fight backBeen chewed up and spit out They scream but no one listens They're so in love and vote for Trump 'cause fuck a politician They're our neighbors They're our soldiers, our men and women and children They're middle class families who got forgot by the systemUh, in God we trust and all the guns are just backup Rockin' camouflage, don't tread on me, get smoked like tobacco Yeah, we're white trash, we rednecks, crackers since we were young We grew close, we move slow, these colors don't run

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT5DpOiQ_WA "Fake Fans" (DISS)

Look, I ain't changing for a buck, I ain't changing for a fan I ain't changing nothing up, this is who the fuck I am If you fuck with me, I'll hope that y'all enjoy it Beware of all the fake fans trying to destroy it, yeahI ain't switching it up, I am the man that I was Way before I blew up and everyone fell in love Never once gave a fuck, been doing me from the jump And I will never become the man that you wish I was

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeb7bVA3pjE "Im Sorry"

Sorry, that doesn't bother me I don't owe anybody an apology I don't have no regrets in my biology Reload and shoot for the stars, y'all look like astronomy No one as hot as me, copy me commonly Wannabes, y'all are so shockingly comedy Carry the weight of my songs all on top of me I will not break, I'm not made out of potteryBury your bodies on acres of property Place them at angles like sacred geometry Down with modesty Everything I drop is quality Promise, like honestly, follow me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83Ntpeih4f4&t=236s "Buttholes"

Someone's always gonna hate you no matter what Might as well just be yourself and let people think you suck Opinions are like buttholes, everyone got one they cover up And all you gotta do is follow through When you're yelling that you don't give a fuckI ain't letting anyone piss in my Cornflakes Stay the hell out my face, and I will stay out of your way I know that life is cruel, and lately it ain't fair at all You hate your job, your phone is lost, there's evil men and racist cops Yeah, I don't care if you are black or white or gay or straight Or old or young or smart or dumb or where you're from or what you make The only thing I care about is living like I'm not afraid Of dying while I'm sleeping, so I seize it while I'm still awakeWe're so angry, hating everyone we don't know We can't even take a joke, we should really let it go And be happy, stop talking shit on our phones And blocking everyone we know, we've been being buttholes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueyNLoRWdao "American Dreamz"

We're distracted by free porn and compilation videos of puppies and kittens While our children use the internet to bully one another and then purchase ammunition So addicted to your phone that you ignore the kids and never give them any supervision So they learn to build a bomb with things you keep inside your kitchen and you wonder how they ended up with life inside of prison We mourned a dead gorilla, but don't care when it's a person, we're forgetting that we're human We're angry that chickens are being locked up in cages and then forget we do the same to kids in our institutions When they ask you about stupid shit, you tell 'em they should Google it Then you wonder why the troubled youth are homicidal lunatics You think it's tragic when a shooter killed a student But then say it's all a plan for them to change the constitution

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ4tAbwi31I "Castles"

Everybody's got a story; if you look a little closer, you can see it in the wrinkles in their face They can hide it in the silence, they can bury it and fight it, but it comes out when their hair is turning grey You can feel it if you touch 'em, you can tell that they are troubled, you can hear the story running through their veins We all travel different roads, and we put on different clothes; underneath it all, we're really all the same

Everybody has a tale that they're too afraid to tell, you can see it in the cracks in their hands They can cover it with smiles; if you walk a couple miles in their shoes, then you'll know where they stand Everyone who really lived had to climb out of a ditch they were in before they found the right path If you wanna know the truth about what we've been going through, then try to put your phone away so you can ask

We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones

We are the neighbors that you'll never meet We are the strangers walking down your street We are a million faces in the crowd We are the ones the system's tearing down We are the people working to survive We are more than just our nine-to-fives We are the shopping malls and streetcars We are one, it's time to tell 'em just who we are

#Tom MacDonald

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mrslaufeyson002 · 3 years

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Chapter 9.

Natasha's POV

We arrived at the place we were supposed to meet the hunters. Malia Hunter and her people were there. "Thank you, Malia, for meeting with us."

"I wouldn't have agreed if it wasn't about my vampire. Where is it anyway?" Malia asks Fury and he just stares at her with his one good eye. "That is none of your concern. We came here to discuss, not turn her over to you. I didn't really like how you were talking about about Cecelia. You call her an 'it' and you call her 'yours' but she is not an object, she is a living creature."

"It is not a living creature and it does not deserve a name, like normal people do."She pauses before continuing. "Where is it?"

"Like I said, you don't need to know."

"Why?" Malia stands up from her chair. "Why not just hand it over? It's a vampire, it will be a problem at some point, if it hasn't been already. It may kill one of your heroes. Why do do you protect her? What will you do?"

"She is a property of Shield now. If she does anything, we'll take full responsibility, we'll contain her and kill her if need be." Malia sits back down.

"I still don't think that is a good idea. It is the last vampire, it could turn more people into vampires and no one will be safe. I'm just trying to save my family, friends, citizens, and even Shield from the dangers of what one vampire can do. If it is not brought to me by next week, my hunters and I will storm into Avengers Tower and take her out there." Malia stands up, out of her chair. "I expect it brought to me next week in Havana Cuba. Good day day Avengers, and Director Fury. Please choose wisely." Malia and her people left.

Cecelia's POV

I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a cup and poured the blood into it. I brought it with me out on the balcony and sat in the swing, just taking sips from from my drink. Loki walks out and sits across from me.

"I heard the mission meeting." He looks at me confused. "I can hear anything I choose to that has to be up to a mile. Where is your brother?" I ask him curiously. "Odin died and so Thor went to be king/the Allfather, since I wanted to stay with you, forever." I got up and sat beside Loki, he looked into my eyes and smiled. I closed my eyes and then I felt his lips on mine, I will never forget this moment.

The next morning

(What she's wearing)

I blow dried my hair. There was a knock at my door. "Just a minute." I heard another knock when I was right at the door. I opened it and there stood Loki. "What is it, trouble?" I ask with a big smile on my face. "I just wanted to check up on you."

Loki and I walk downstairs hand-in-hand, into the dining room. We sit down and I gulp down the blood. "The Avengers come back later today, so should we watch a movie or do karaoke?" Bucky asks us. "I say we do karaoke." I speak up and everyone agrees. Peter, Wanda, Stephen, Steve, and I are going to be singing, everyone else just sat and watched.

When everyone is finished, Bruce operates the Karaoke machine and Peter goes first.

Cold

"Cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold, are we taking time, or a time out?

I can't take the in-between

Asking me for space here in my house

You know how to f___ with me

Acting like we're not together

After everything that we've been through

Sleeping up under the covers

How am I so far away from you?Distant, when we're kissing

Feel so different

Baby, tell me how did you get soCold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah

Whoa, yeah

I don't understand why you're so coldWhat you holdin' on, holdin' on for?

If you wanna leave, just leave

Why you wanna bite your tongue for?

The silence is killing me

Acting like we're not together

If you don't want this, then what's the use?

Sleeping up under the covers

How am I so far away from you? Distant, when we're kissing

Feel so different

Baby tell me how did you get so cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeahWhoa, yeah

Whoa, yeah

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

Whoa, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

Whoa, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

I don't understand why you're so coldNever thought that you were like this

I took the tag off, and made you priceless

I just spent half a mill' on a chandelier

Now you tryna' cut me off like a light switch, yeah

Tryna' stay, and I leave

Saying that you need some time to breathe

Thinking that I'm sleeping on the four letter word

But the four letter word don't sleep

We goin' two separate ways

You ain't been actin' the same

You gotta go, but where your heart used to be

You gold dig every day

I switched the four door to the two door

'Cause I can't let my driver hear what you say

Girl, I tried to give you space

Baby, tell me how did you get so cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold so cold, it's a cold world

Whoa, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

Whoa, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

Whoa, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

Whoa, yeah

So cold, it's a cold world

I don't understand why you're so cold"

Wanda does Only Girl

"La la la la

La la la la

La la la la (yeah)

La la la laI want you to love me,

Like I'm a hot ride (uh yeah)

Keep thinkin' of me (uh)

Doin' what you like

So boy forget about the world

'Cause it's gon' be me and you tonight (yeah)

I wanna make your beg for it

Then I'mma make you swallow your pride, want you to make me feel

Like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that's in command

'Cause I'm the only one who understands

How to make you feel like a man yeah

Want you to make me feel

Like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only oneWant you to take it

Like a thief in the night

Hold me like a pillow

Make me feel right

Baby I'll tell you all my secrets

That I'm keepin', you can come inside (yeah)

And when you enter, you ain't leavin'

Be my prisoner for the night, oh want you to make me feel

Like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that's in command

'Cause I'm the only one who understands

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only oneTake me for a ride, ride

Oh baby, take me high, high

Let me make you rise, rise

Oh make it last all night, night take me for a ride, ride

Oh baby, take me high, high

Let me make you rise, rise

Make it last all night,want you to make me feel

Like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Like I'm the only one who knows your heart

Only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that's in command

'Cause I'm the only one who understands

How to make you feel like a man, only girl in the world

Girl in the world

Only girl in the world

Girl in the world"

Pepper did Fancy

"First things first, I'm the realest

Drop this and let the whole world feel it

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I can hold you down like I'm givin' lessons in physics

You should want a bad ____ like this

Drop it low and pick it up just like this

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that

Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?

Champagne spillin', you should taste that

I'm so fancy, you already know

I'm in the fast lane from L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name, 'bout to blow

I said baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this

Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is

And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it

Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department

Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline

And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind

So get my money on time, if they not money, decline

I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind

Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?

Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that

I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold

I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

I'm so fancy, you already know

I'm in the fast lane from L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name, 'bout to blow

Trash the hotel

Let's get drunk on the mini bar

Make the phone call

Feels so good getting what I want

Yeah, keep on turning it up

Chandelier swinging, we don't give a ____

Film star, yeah I'm deluxe

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow!

Still stunting, how you love that?

Got the whole world asking how I does that

Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that

Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch that

That's just the way you like it, huh?

You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?

Never turn down money

Slaying these hoes gold trigger on a gun like

#loki #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #marvel #avengers #lily james #wattpad #fanfic #oc character #vampire

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You Might Just Be More Handsome- Alec x Evie Imagine

(A/N): Hi, everyone! So, I recently got a new kitten, she’s 6 weeks old, and she is the sweetest thing ever! I got her so young because, unfortunately, her mother refused to nurse and take care of her and her siblings, but oh well; just gives me the privilege to nurture and love her more! She LOVES to cuddle and explore. I have really decided on a name yet; I thought I wanted to name her Panga, but I don’t know. I’ve been calling her critter and creature, more than her actual name, as terms of endearment. Anyways, the fresh bond between my lovely little creature and I, got me thinking about Evangeline and her little critter, Aleister. -xoxoxo

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments series or anything in them. I merely take credit for Evie, Aleister, and any OCs, that I created, that may pop up throughout this fanfiction series. I also adored Malec and I am in no way, shape, or form Homophobic, I am actually apart of the community as well. This is just a fantasy idea that I decided to write; with that being said, enjoy ATOFG! -xoxoxo

Word Count: 1441k

As Evie swam to the surface of consciousness, she could feel the familiar weight of her feline Aleister’s fairly large and heavy body lounge atop of her for their sacred afternoon nap.

She heard two voices on the other side of her and Alec bedroom door, and she open her eyes just in time to see someone slip through the door. Her blurry eyes adjust quickly enough to see it was indeed Alec walking towards their shared bed.

She lifted herself up onto her elbows and made Aleister move off her body and onto the bed. He gave an indignant disgruntled noise in the back off his throat before settling into his new position.

“Hi babe, did you finish your meeting earlier?

He nodded with a tired smile as he settles on Evie’s side of the bed and reaches his hand out to softly cradle her delicate cheek in his large hand. “I swear. It seems like everyone is going out of their ways, to not only push my buttons, but lean on them; tape them down!”

Alec looks so irritated but seems to be trying awfully hard not to show it all to his mate.

‘Always thinking of others.” She mused, lovingly.

“Ooohhh, my poor baby.” She drawls out, endearingly with a pout. She sits all the way up to hug her easily vexed mate and place a gentle sweet kisses on the high points of his cheeks and finally his soft lips.

He gave a small smile, with a bright blush making its way across his cheeks. “What would I do without a beautiful doting mate like you, my love.”

She giggled before replying, “Suffer internally for all eternity. Or at least until I show up, so you can take your frustrations out on me.” She waggles her taupe eyebrows at him, and he gave a teasing smirk back.

They heard an annoyed big huff and a grunt from Aleister and turn just in time to see the large cat heave himself in a seated position, with a wide mouth yawn showcasing his long fangs, before in settling for glaring in their direction; or really Alec’s direction.

“Oh, did we disturb your napping, baby?” Evie cooed to her little creature. Alec shook his head when he saw Aleister start to dramatize the moment even more. He gave a fake pitiful cry as he made his way to his “Momma”.

‘The day that giant dust bunny is pitiful, is the day I let Clary dye my hair pink.’ Alec thought with an amused snort.

Aleister began to climb his way up to lay on Evie’s shoulder and she aided him by putting her hand underneath his back feet and boosting him up there. He purred loudly and began to groom her ear and hairline as he usually does, as she stroked his fur from the top of his head down to his tail; taking the excess hair from his shedding and dropping it in the floor to be swept later. “Who’s mommy’s good baby. Huh?” He gave his signature lazy response, where it sounds more like a ‘mmmeeehhh’ than an actual meow, “Yeah, your mommy’s good baby. You’s a good boy. Yes you are!”

“Your Momma’s precious little creature, aren’t you?” Alec snorted loudly in amusement at that question.

Evie looks at him in a playful glare as he laughed, “You baby him way too much.”

“He’s my baby!” She cried out, with a smile. “I’ve had him since he was a kitten; he will always be my baby.” She then muttered lower, more to herself than Alec but he still heard it and it brought a wave of sadness over him.

“I don’t know what I will do with myself when I finally do lose him.”

A topic that has been broached by only those brave enough and have known Evie and Aleister’s close relationship the longest. Alec had noted, when hearing of the cat’s age, that Aleister was getting up there in years.

He only ever brought it up to Clary, of all people, when they both happened to be watching Aleister chasing around the cat toy on a stick that Evie was moving around wildly. Clary had completely tensed up and shifted on her feet at his quietly voiced comment and it was then that Alec knew it was something that also troubled the redhead; for the simple fact that Aleister’s passing would crush Evie beyond any words known to man or angel.

Alec saw the sad dreaded look in his mate’s eyes, but before he could offer words of comfort, her eyes brighten, and she look at him with her usual grin.

“How about I freshen up and then we can go down to the kitchen and get something to eat?”

He smiles and nodded, watching as she sits Aleister on the bed and makes her way to her vanity chair. As she seats down, Aleister hops off the bed and up onto the only available spot on the makeup cluttered vanity and begins grooming the fur on his chest, as if to freshen up himself as well.

Evie lets out a joyful laugh, as she brushes her hair, at his antics and says, “Why, Aleister! You dapper big boy, I do believe you might just be more handsome than Alexander Lightwood himself.” Aleister makes a noise and begins to purr as he tries to move closer to Evie. Evie leans down to Aleister and he pushes his nose into hers, as if to give her a sweet nuzzling kiss.

Alec rolls his eyes with a small grin as he watches the two of them. “He’s as much of a princess as you are, my love.” After that particular comment, Aleister glares at the raven-haired man with a loud growl.

“Oh Aleister, don’t pay attention to him. Haters are gonna hate. They’ll always hate us cause they ain’t us!” She giggles as she picks him up to hug him and give him a kiss right underneath his eye on the sharp point of his furry cheek, before sitting him on the ground. His heavy frame kind of plops on the ground with a resounding ‘thump’. It’s not that she drop him to far from the ground, but more the fact he was just that big.

Everyone always commented on how unusually big he was, but that just made Evie love him more. There was a certain comfort to feeling his massive body take up nearly the entirety of her stomach and chest, as a baritone purr resounded from deep within his chest. It left her feeling cold and uncomfortable during a nap without his beloved company. He is always a menacing prowling beast with all others, but he’s as sweet as the day he was bestowed to Evie as a kitten, all those years ago.

Alec says Evie babied Aleister way too much. Izzy says Aleister was spoiled rotten. Jace swears Aleister hates everyone who isn’t Evie. Clary, well she says Aleister only tolerates her presence in his company because she and his “Momma” are Parabatai. It was all in good fun as they sat in the library relaxing and talking.

It’s almost as if Aleister knows there taunting Evie about him and whether its for fun or not; he’ll give a feral warning growl, lounging in Evie’s lap without moving or opening his eyes. It would send them all howling in laughter at his antics. He’s been a mighty proud creature since he was kitten and he wouldn’t dare let anyone get away with teasing his Evie.

Aleister trails behind Evie as she heads for the door and the young couple begin making their way down to the large kitchen. As soon as they walk in Evie makes her way to the fridge and pulls out a package of ham; Aleister makes an excited cry before said beast barrels pass his human companion’s mate. Alec glares at the little terror as his leg nearly gives out with the force Aleister knocks into him with, trying to rush pass him.

Evie holds out a large ham slice for him to take and he gentle takes it from her hand before laying it on the counter and viciously starts tearing into it with a happy growling purr.

“That cat eats better than we do!” Alec laughs. Evie giggles as she puts the rest of the ham back in the fridge.

“Don’t let Izzy hear you say that. She might really poison your food next time.”

They share a laugh at the fact that that is in fact a possibly should Izzy hear her elder brother, before both began moving around the kitchen getting the ingredients and things they needed ready to make lunch. There was a blissful domestic air around the whole endeavor that they both immensely enjoyed doing with one another. However, with Aleister sitting on the counter watching, with his tail lazily swishing back and forth behind him, it made the entire thing absolutely perfect.

(A/N): I’m sorry I had to add that second cat gif because it was so hilarious. I feel like that might be something that Aleister would do to another cat. oh my angel; like Church! That gif might end up being a drabble of Aleister and Church at some point, lol!

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Short Circuit || Jane and Winston

NB: This happened before the eye potw.

Ping. Jane swore quietly as another chat message popped up onto her computer. Admittedly, she wasn’t great with technology, but she knew how to use google like any other asshole. Except her work computer wouldn’t even let her use google. This had to be some sort of virus that Marley installed as a prank. It wouldn’t even let her force the machine to shut off and it hadn’t even run out of battery yet. Damn, she really regretted getting that replaced. She glanced over the message from KindledSpirit29.

Why won’t you talk to me :’-(

She was certain that Marley had to have done it because her user name was SexyDetective. Nope, that did it. Jane slammed the laptop closed and tucked it under her arm as she went straight for Winston. She had an appointment with them to drop it off anyway, but this was getting ridiculous. “Hey Winston,” Jane said. “Here it is. Sorry, I swear I’ve tried everything, and the stupid thing won’t even shut off properly. It just starts flashing.”

Winston had gotten permission from Roland to take the time off of work but they’d found themselves going in anyway. They’d wanted to be here with everyone else because at least then they weren’t alone with their own thoughts and they weren’t alone to crumble under Bea’s loss. Looking up, they shakily reached out and scooped up their mug of coffee and swallowed the cold dregs of it with a wince. They didn’t care enough to actually heat it up. “Hey Jane,” they said a little glumly but they could get away with acting as if they didn’t want to be at work, “don’t worry about it, from everything you’ve said to me it sounds like malware or something. I’m sure I can fix it. Let me take a look.” Winston had their recovery USB ready for this, having all the software you needed in one place was a much more convenient way to do it. “Did you have to call yourself sexy detective though?”

Oh shit, the kid looked pretty glum. Maybe Jane should have rescheduled or bothered her nephew to help her. He may be twelve, but that kid could do way more than her any day of the week. Maybe they just didn’t want to be at work. That tracked for a lot of twenty-something year olds. Still, she handed over her laptop, and shrugged. “I hope it’s that simple.” Computers were the devil - well, not really, but sometimes it seemed like every damn update they had were meant to muck up whatever older version was on there before and just cause more trouble. She frowned, looking at them. “I didn’t! At first it said DetectiveWu but it changed! Stryder must have changed it to be annoying.” Another ping from KindledSpirit29.

Who is that? What are you doing?

Jane frowned. “Look at that. That’s creepy.”

“That is really creepy,” Winston agreed with a frown as they plugged the USB drive into a port and began running various command lines to ping different functions and see just how deep the problem lay. “You think that Marley did this?” No offence, but Winston could already see from the sophistication of the design of the chat that this was not something that someone was just going to be able to pull up. This looked like a very specifically and deliberately designed function that someone had clear plans for. “Well, DetectiveWu, or sexydetective, I mean who am I to judge?” Winston was trying to be their usual sarcastic and jovial selves but right now it was hard. “I think that the problem is that whilst this just looks like a chat it is actually something more, i’ve heard that if you can talk to the bot it can give you answers which are clues on how to turn it off. I’ve never actually tried it but my only other idea is to entirely wipe the harddrive, so we might as well try that. Have you responded to any of the messages yet?”

“You know, because of the prank war.” Jane looked over Winston’s should, watching them as they typed incoherent things onto the computer. Winston sounded like they doubted it, though. Jane frowned. “I don’t know how else it could have gotten on there, I have an airtight anti-virus on it. Or, well, it’s supposed to be an airtight antivirus…” Maybe someone had scammed her. That could always be a possibility but that was kind of annoying if that were true. Jane balked slightly when Winston said other than talking to it, the other option was to wipe her harddrive. Shit. She was sure she had a backup, but that was a lot of work. “No, I thought it was just some spam bot or something.”

I am not a spam bot! Talk to me :) Get rid of the kid.

Jane wrinkled her nose. “Okay, maybe we should wipe the harddrive. That’s really freaky. How does it know - is it using my camera??”

“Oh, right, yeah that was pretty funny for a few days although I’ve got to say you guys weren’t as imaginative as you could’ve been.” Winston didn’t want to brag but they were sure that they were more then capable of coming up with something better then the variety of pranks that Marley and Jane had played on one another. “Sometimes even if you’re really careful these things can happen, it’s fine, we can clean it up, I’d just rather not wipe everything if we can help it.” Winston examined the computer and frowned at the message. “I don’t think the camera’s on, but just in case.” They pulled a piece of masking tape off and firmly stuck it over the camera. “We can wipe it if you really want, but it’ll get rid of everything you’ve got on there, so if anything isn’t backed up….”

“Are you saying I lack imagination,” Jane said, a grin growing on her face. Bold kid, funny too. “I thought the popcorn filled office space was imaginative.” And really annoying to clean up. “What would you have done if you were in a prank war?” She was still considering gluing Sarge’s stuff to the ceiling. Or at the very least, paw patrol’s stuff to the ceiling. Maybe not the skulls though, he seemed a little too creepily attached to them. She watched as Winston stuck a piece of tape to the camera. “My father has a stamp stuck to his at home. Used to tell me big brother was always watching.” Jane considered a moment, before shaking her head. “Alright, alright. We can try responding to it.” Jane reached over, pulling the computer a little closer so she could type. What should she say?

SexyDetective: How do I remove this from my computer?

KindledSpirit: YOU WANT TO GET RID OF ME?! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME YET!

There screen flashed. “Ah! See, this is what happens when I try to emergency shut down!!”

“The popcorn stuff was very freaks and geeks,” Winston replied with a shrug, “I’m not saying that it wasn’t cool. It was. I just think you could’ve been more imaginative. Besides, did you think that Marley’s computer just started playing a Nic Cage soundboard spontaneously?” Winston shrugged gently. Getting involved in the unfolding prank war hadn’t been something that they had been planning but it was something that they had been roped into by Sarge and Winston couldn’t say no to him. “I mean, they can gain access to your camera, normally you don’t have to but I guess there’s no harm in always having one there and just taking it off when you need it. Winston watched everything that unfolded and frowned. “That’s weird, maybe ask it if you can get to know it in person? Worst comes to the worst you arrest a creep right?”

“That was you?” Jane said. “She thought that was me! Ha! That’s hilarious,” Jane snickered. She didn’t know what the deal was with Nic Cage, but there was something about his face that and over all vocal intonations that made him especially annoying. God, when did she get to be a Nic Cage Hater? “I’ve had a few cases like that - back when I worked in Portland,” she told Winston. “Where people would gain access to the camera in a computer to spy and be overall disgusting.” Her nose wrinkled, and she didn’t elaborate farther. “You think this is a real person and not some… artificial intelligence?” Ping! Jane looked at that screen.

I am not artificial intelligence!

Jane frowned. “Can it… hear us too? I didn’t even know my computer had a microphone. Stop that!”

You don’t like me! It accused them.

The screen started to flash again, and she swore she saw something spark. Jane placed a hand on Winston’s shoulder. “Uhhh, I think we should get away from it. I think it’s broken.”

“Technically, and you can’t tell anyone, but Sarge actually asked me to do it, not sure why. I don’t really ask questions when your boss asks you to do something like that.” Frowning gently, Winston shrugged. “There’s a chance that this is a bot or something like that, but AI doesn’t really exist to a level that is sophisticated enough to think independently. At least, not yet. Maybe in the future but not currently.” Winston shrugged and squinted at the screen. Winston reached out and placed their hand on the computer, reaching out with magic and examining it to the best of their ability. Interacting with technology like this was complicated. But it was something they were getting used to. Something felt wrong here, and Winston frowned as a new set of messages flashed up on the screen.

“What are you doing?” Jane asked as Winston reached out, putting their hand on the screen. “Winston, I don’t think you should -” More messages flashed up onto the excreen, and from what she could see there was a series of expletives. The computer’s charging port sparked. “Winston, get away from the computer right now.” Jane’s voice turned authoritative as she realized it was dangerous. She didn’t want them to get hurt. Jane was just considering the pros and cons of firing her weapon at the laptop in the precinct, but didn’t get the chance to think further when the laptop flew off the desk and crashed into the wall. Jane stopped and stared at the empty spot where her laptop was, before looking to where the broken pieces were on the floor. “What the hell was -”

A burst of electricity was coming from the broken pieces. Sparking in strange ways. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. “Winston,” Jane said, slowly. “Get…. behind me?”

“It’s just a … trick that my tutor taught me,” Winston lied unconvincingly. It was a flaw that until recently they’d been proud of, being unable to lie had never really been a huge problem until now. Now that they were risking their life on their inability for deception more and more however they were starting to think that they might have to get better at it. “Ah, Jane what’s the plan here?” Winston asked as they obligingly stepped behind Jane. “I’m not sure that shooting your laptop because it’s threatening to pretend to be an EMP is really going to help…” Winston’s mind was racing as they did everything that they possibly could to think of a way to fix this without magic. “You ever seen anything weird like this before?” Winston really hoped that Jane was one of the cops that was cool with the supernatural because otherwise they were going to be a bit concerned by all of this. “I can definitely do something about this but if you’ve got a better idea I’m all ears.”

“I’ve seen some strange things, yes,” Jane said, glancing back at them. She hadn’t exactly seen anything like this before, with the flashing and sparking for the laptop getting worse. “Speaking of ears - cover your ears.” Jane said flatly. She drew her gun and swiftly shot the laptop 3 times in a row. The laptop shattered into more pieces, a loud whirring voices coming from nothing. She didn’t understand, shooting it should have worked. It was probably overkill, but come on, it was just a goddamn laptop! What was it, a laptop zombie? Wait. Jane stopped, frowning as she lowered her gun. Electric zombie? Were electric zombies things? Was it an electric zombie that was trying to be her friend? She just barely got the thought out when the damn thing, whatever it was, tried to attack. A flash of electricity had Jane jerking backwards, elbowing Winston out of the blast. “Sorry. Sorry. Crap. Okay, so my method didn’t work. Maybe we should get the fire extinguisher? What the hell is that thing? It’s definitely not a zombie.”

She shot it anyway. Great. Anything that Winston might have been able to do might as well now be useless. “I was being nice when i said I wasn’t sure it was going to help, now what are we meant to do?” Winston frowned gently however at the fact that it was still sparking as if it might explode at literally any minute. This was not what they had expected when there had been a problem with the chat. “You know about zombies?” Winston asked frowning, maybe Jane wasn’t one of the people who were completely oblivious to the supernatural anyway. “That definitely isn’t a zombie, I don’t know what it is but I would guess some sort of spectre from all the electricity and the sparking and the fact that you shot it and it’s just freaking out even more.” The laptop began levitating. “I am not an exorcist, but I have an idea, I need you to and seriously be really super careful, but grab a chair, break it so you’re holding a bit of wood and when I tell you I need you to hit it out of the air and then maybe I’ll be able to get it to stop freaking out for long enough for us to get a professional in here to deal with it.” Winston looked at Jane expectantly, “Okay?”

“Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time,” Jane said, frowning. She had hoped that destroying it would prevent it from doing anything else, but guess not. “I do know about zombies.” Jane replied back, happy enough that her hair was blocking the scar on her neck. She was more than a little concerned that the kid seemed to know about zombies too. “Spectre?” Jane was immediately reminded of the stupid step stool her and Marley had trapped in a dog cage in her living room. How irritating, had something gotten her work laptop too? “I have some familiarity with those too, just not this. There isn’t any salt in the breakroom is there?” Jane muttered, more to herself than Winston, as she went to swiftly break a chair into two. She supposed that she was going to have to trust them. Sorry to whoever’s chair that was, but if there weren't exactly many other options. She grabbed the chair leg and nodded. “Let me know when you’re ready. And be careful.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Winston honestly had seriously considered buying a hand gun until someone had told them that they were a literal human handgun. Not that that had made them feel better, but sometimes you wanted to shoot something dead. “You do?” Winston was a little surprised. They kind of just assumed no one else knew. Maybe that was a mistake. Their own ignorance getting the better of them in this case. “Uh, salt is a good idea in case this doesn’t work, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to encase the computer in salt or iron to keep the ghost in there until we can get an exorcist out here, I’m just hoping this will work for a bit, like a bandage.” Winston cracked their knuckles and took a deep breath, ready for action. “Whenever you’re ready,” as Jane smacked the chair down onto the laptop Winston darted forward and to their pleasure and extreme displeasure they caught the still sparking laptop. Fortunately they had a spell planned for this, unfortunately the energy wasn’t exactly something that they had planned on. Wincing as they smelled the electricity burn their hair, Winston extended their will into the technology as they had before, it felt completely different from any other magic Winston had ever used. The electricity coursing through them and the laptop as if it were blood in a vast circulatory system, pumped onwards by a beating heart. Groaning with exertion, Winston forced everything quiet, the electricity stalling to a halt before disappearing momentarily, though Winston knew it would be back. “Oh, fuck,” they muttered before collapsing to their knees.

“I do.” Jane made a note to rush for the breakroom after Winston did whatever they were about to do to grab the Morton’s salt she knew was in there somewhere. She wondered if Marley was also allergic to iron too, since she avoided salt. Things to take note of and ask later. Now she waited for Winston to give her the signal and she swung the the chair leg hard down onto the laptop. “Winston, no!” Jane just about rushed forward to yank the possessed, broken-beyond-repair laptop out of their hands, when she realized they were actually doing something. Jane froze, staring at them like they had many heads. “What are you - oh -” The electricity in the air seemed to disappear as the vague smell of burnt hair filled the air. Shit. What the hell was that kid doing? She was reminded, as Winston fell to their knees, of when Otto had saved her from falling off that cliff. She shook it off, running to their side. “Winston? Are you alright? What the hell did you do to it? Here, come on, let me help you up.” She would take them to the breakroom, stick a snack in front of them, and then run back to dump salt on the computer and lock it away in a filing cabinet.

“Woah,” Winston replied somewhat slurred. That had taken a lot out of them. They were really feeling light headed. They were sure that their vision didn’t normally swim in and out like that, and there weren’t normally dots in front of their eyes. Don’t fuck with electricity and magic. Seemed to be the lesson. “I’m -” they took a breath, “okay I think…” frowning gently, Winston accepted Janes help and staggered over to the table they’d previously been working at, riffling haphazardly through their bag they pulled a candy bar from it and ripped it open, biting into it. “Sorry,” they said through a mouthful of chocolate, “it really took a lot more out of me then I thought it would…” wiping sweat from their forehead they looked at the laptop, “Breakroom?” they asked, “we need to salt that and I need more food if I’m going to be able to drive home. I don’t really want to get my room mate to pick me up because of ma- exhaustion again.” Had they really just said the word magic in front of Jane?

“Are you sure?” Jane said, doubtfully as she practically carried Winston back to the table. She leaned back against it, examining them as they grabbed the chocolate bar. “What exactly did you - oh. Right. Here, stay right there.” Jane left their side for just a few minutes. It took her a bit to find where the giant thing of salt she had gotten too, and she swiped her lunch box from from the refrigerator as well. Lucky for Winston, she was planning on working overtime tonight, which meant she had packed a lunch and a dinner. Maybe a little less lucky, she really had only made a roasted chicken sandwich along with a thing of chips for dinner. Not exactly her most spectacular display of cooking. She came back, sliding her lunch box in front of him. “Do you eat meat?” she asked, worriedly. “Eat that, if you do. It’s just a roasted chicken sandwich. I’ll deal with the laptop. I figure I’ll empty out a drawer, line it with salt, dump salt on the actual laptop, and then stick it in there. It shouldn’t be able to get out after all that.” Jane knelt down on her knees and immediately went to work doing just that. She would question Winston when they were feeling a bit better. She had caught their ‘ma-exhaustion’ slip up, but maybe now wasn’t an appropriate time to grill them.

“I’m sure, I -” Winston was so far from sure what the next appropriate thing for them to say in this instance was, they were 100% certain that a trained officer like Jane wouldn’t have missed the fact that they had always said magic, “it has happened before and I am bad at managing my blood sugar levels because I sometimes forget to eat,” they had forgotten breakfast, “so I am sure that this won’t be the last time that it happens either.” Winston looked at her food sadly and sighed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to eat your food if you haven’t got anything else…” deciding that it was that or passing out, Winston slowly bit into the sandwich and chewed on it thoughtfully. “That’s probably a good idea,” Winston looked around, “I am going to buy an iron lined box next time, I think that if another ghostly thing tries to attack me then I’m going to be pissed, because that really wasn’t my idea of fun.” They looked up at Jane. “I don’t think you missed the laptop once though, which is cool, Sarge would not be happy about bullet holes in the wall.”

“Right. Blood sugar levels,” Jane said in that type of tone that meant she didn’t believe them. She used that a lot in interrogation, but she still maintained that interrogating Winston on whatever they had done to the laptop that had caused that level of exhaustion. For the second time, she was reminded of Otto and his bloody nose. Ma-exhaustion… Magic. Hm. Noted for a later conversation - at least until they had eaten her dinner. “Oh, don’t worry about it, I just feel bad I didn’t cook anything exceptionally yummy other than a chicken sandwich.” Jane opened a drawer, and took everything out before she started lining it with salt. “If you had told me this kind of thing existed a few years ago, I would have laughed my ass off at you,” she muttered. She glanced at them as she grabbed the broken pieces of the computer and carefully put them in the drawer, careful not to break the salt line. “I have great aim, usually. I’m sure Sarge will get on my ass about the paperwork I’m going to have to fill out about the three shots I fired into it in the precinct.” She laughed. “Or the paperwork I’m going to have to submit to get my laptop replaced. Are you attacked by ghostly entities often? You wouldn’t happen to know an exorcist would you? I have a possessed step stool at home that I’ve affectionately named French Fry, but it unfortunately very much wants to kill me.”

It didn’t take a world class detective to tell that Winston had been rumbled by Jane. But unfortunately Winston was exhausted and drained and not really thinking about how clearly it was that they had used magic. In fact, they would silently congratulate themselves on their subtlety after. “Well, if we ever have to do this again I’ll make sure that you make me a full meal, I’m joking really, my room mate Ricky is the best cook I’ve ever lived with outside of my own mother and he usually keeps me pretty … you know sorted.” Winston nodded along as they finished the sandwich. “If you had told me this six months ago then I would have joined you and the worst thing is that I have been in White Crest my whole life and never ever seen anything like this. I guess I was just ignorant or in denial? Who knows.” They smiled and nodded. “You really do have great aim, but if you want I’ll try and get your paperwork through without getting anyone who’s too much of a stick in the mud to sign off on it, I have my ways you know.” They paused for a second. “Yeah, I know several exorcists. One is more reliable but I haven’t heard from her in a while and the other I haven’t heard such good things about.”

Jane grinned. “Well, I do like to cook - I’ve been told most of my food is pretty great. Sounds like you have a great roommate, though. Good to see kids not relying on instant ramen.” She thought of Dario then, a grown ass man relying on instant ramen, and then of Sarge and his lean cuisines. God, she should teach a cooking class or something, this was pathetic. She looked at Winston. It was clear that they were far more in the know than she originally anticipated, zombies and ghosts and magic and who knows what else. “I couldn’t imagine growing up here,” she said with a frown. “I’ve always been more of a city person, but I swear this small town is more active than Portland ever was - it’s hard to see a whole town so wrapped up in denial.” She stood, brushing the salt off her pants. “If you could do that, I’d owe you definitely more than a sandwich. I’m still new, and I don’t want to cause too much trouble trouble, you know? I’ll take both exorcists names, though, they’ll probably take French Fry off my hands.”

“I have the best room mates actually,” Winston replied with a shrug, “ I guess that I just really lucked out with them or something like that. Otherwise, yeah, I’d be relying on instant ramen or just going home for dinner every night or something like that.” Winston shrugged gently and smiled. They were blessed in someways. “Believe me, I couldn’t imagine growing up in a city and I don’t think that I will ever leave now that I know the truth about this place because there is way too much shit going on to do that, like I think if I did leave I would come back and there would just be nothing left of this place.” Winston shrugged gently. “I need to … check that they don’t mind me giving out their names, I assume that they won’t and I can’t imagine that it’ll be an issue but once they’re fine with it then I’ll put you guys in contact, it’s just the whole supernatural thing is complicated with ‘outting’ people.” Winston stood and glanced at their watch. “I’ll get your new laptop ready tomorrow, is it okay if I head home? I’m pretty exhausted…”

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Menace - Peter Parker

word count: 7939 warnings: swearing, attempted assault summary: (y/n) develops a bit of a crush on Spider-Man, and Peter Parker develops a bit of a crush on (y/n) (a/n): can we pretend mysterio didn’t drop peter parker’s name in FFH? ok cool thanks

Breaking News: Not-So-Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man?

Spider-Man vs… New York City?

The Next Tony Stark - He’s Not The Hero You Think

SPIDER-MENACE

(y/n) threw the papers down on the table angrily.

“This is bullshit!”

“(y/n)! Language at the table, please?” Her mother sighed, a bit disappointed but not surprised. “What’s wrong now dear?”

“These papers, they’ve got it all wrong!” She exclaimed, earning a very tired, and very confused look from her mother. “They’re saying that-that Spider-Man’s a bad guy, that he does more bad than good in this city and it’s just bullsh- crap. It’s crap, sorry”

“If you hate it so much, why don’t you become a reporter? Hm?”

(y/n) glared playfully at her mother.

“And be corrupt with the rest of them?” She sneered.

“Alright, easy there tiger. Drop the papers, get up and get ready for school”

And (y/n) did follow the instruction, but she didn’t forget about the lies in the news. ___

Peter was stopped on his walk to school, his eyes catching the newspaper stand just a block away from it.

He groaned internally as he flipped through the incredibly exaggerated article about how Spider-Man is ruining Queens, and that he should “give up his day job”. Peter of course knew that this shouldn’t change anything for him, that he should remain doing his patrols and keeping the city safe, even if they didn’t appreciate his help.

But seeing this headlines every day was starting to get him down on himself. There had been some destruction, and some innocent people had gotten hurt, but he was trying his best to do what he can to protect them.

There’s always going to be haters, Peter told himself, something Happy had told him a year ago. As long as you don’t give in to them, they can’t bring you down.

Happy wasn’t great with advice. Unless it involved using lines from Christina Aguilera songs. ___

“Dude, have you been on the Snapchat News page lately?” Ned said as soon as he saw Peter that morning.

“Good morning to you too” Peter mumbled back, too busy with putting his things away in his locker.

“Everyone hates Spider-Man now!” Ned exclaimed, and Peter whirled around, shushing him harshly. Last thing he needed was for everyone who hated Spider-Man to know the identity under the mask and hate him too. “It’s crazy, ever since Mysterio- Beck- posted that fake video about you executing the drone attack, people have been going nuts about how terrible Spider-Man is!” Ned said quieter.

Peter shut is locker and hit his head against it.

“I hate my life” He grumbled.

Ned pulled him back by his shoulder and they walked together to their first period class.

“Not everyone hates Spider-Man, it’s just a hot topic right now, you know?” Ned said quickly, feeling bad for crushing Peter’s spirits. “I don’t, May doesn’t-”

“That doesn’t count, you’re my family, you have to say that,” Peter whined. “I just… wish people looked at the whole story, yaknow? I’m trying my best”

Ned smiled and nodded, knowing fully well that Peter puts his all into being Spider-Man.

“And now even the Post, the freaking Post is trashing on him-”

“(y/n), babe,” Michelle cut her friend off from her seemingly endless rant. “I love you, most of the time. This is not one of those times”

(y/n) rolled her eyes but chuckled, going back to eating her lunch. Okay, so maybe she got a bit carried away with her anger towards the recent headlines regarding Spider-Man.

“If I have to hear one more word about you thirsting over Spider-Man, I’m gonna lose it” MJ went on.

“Okay okay, I get it,” (y/n) laughed. “But I’m not thirsting, I’m just… upset for him. He’s a hero, you know? He deserves the same amount of respect and understanding as anyone else-”

“You’re doing it again” MJ monotoned, and gave her a bored glare.

MJ happened to know that Peter Parker, who was sitting at a table away from them, was the man under the mask. She felt for Peter because of the heat he was under with the press, but the way she saw it was that he knew the truth. And as long as he knows he’s a good guy, then who cares what the papers say?

“Sorry,” (y/n) said sheepishly.

“Babe,” MJ sighed, she only used that nickname ironically. “You know some people right now are really against Spider-Man? Just cause the papers told them that they should be?”

“That’s not true!” A guy at a table behind them spoke up, having heard MJ’s statement. MJ rolled her eyes, but (y/n) furrowed her brows and waited for him to continue. “He really is a bad guy! All these ‘problems’ he tries to solve, just causes more problems!”

(y/n) narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“Actually… no” She stated, but the guy started talking again anyways.

“You know he initiated that attack at the senior trip to Europe?” He went on. “And all that construction they’re doing downtown? Why do you think that is?” He asked aggressively. “Because of all the destruction that he’s caused, the useless fighting-”

“Okay, stop,” (y/n) spoke up now, unable to listen to the crap he was spilling. “Do you realize that if he wasn’t out there ‘uselessly fighting’ as you so stupidly put it, that the crime in Queens would increase by tenfold? Hm?” She raised her brows almost threateningly as she stared down the boy.

MJ chuckled and went back to her food, enjoying the entertainment her friend was providing her. She has definitely taught her how to debate.

“And I have this theory that Mysterio was actually the one behind-”

“You just think he’s cute,” The boy rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand, as though telling her she could stop trying to argue with him. “You don’t give a shit about Spider-Man”

With that, he turned around in his seat and gave up talking to her.

(y/n) gaped, staring at MJ with wide eyes, silently screaming about how ridiculous that was.

“I swear to fucking-”

She didn’t even finish her curse before abruptly standing up from her seat, and shoving it in under the table. The slam was loud and echoed across the cafeteria, gaining more attention.

“(y/n)?” Michelle said under her breath, watching as (y/n) grabbed a fistful of mashed potatoes with her bare hands, along with a carton of milk. “Woah hey what the hell are you-”

But (y/n) had already stormed over to the other table, where the boy she’d just argued with was now snickering with his friends.

“Hey!” She shouted.

More heads turned to see what was going on.

And just as he looked over to her, he was met with a hand to the face as she smashed the potatoes against him.

“Fuck you, you ignorant prick!” She hollered.

An echo of ohs surrounded the cafeteria, everyone now watching the scene unfold.

MJ laughed and clapped her hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” The boy stood up from his chair, wiping the food off his face as he grimaced at her.

(y/n) opened her carton of milk, and promptly dumped it on his head.

She never got the chance to say anything before the cafeteria monitors dragged her off to the principal’s office. But she didn’t have anything else to say.

Even though she was forced to the office, MJ clapped and cheered the whole time she was escorted out of the cafeteria. ___

“You know he initiated that attack at the senior trip to Europe?”

Brian Miller’s voice was a pest in Peter’s head.

“Great, now really everyone’s talking about it” He grumbled, stabbing at his food angrily.

“Come on, Brian’s a dick, don’t listen to him” Ned said reassuringly. He was right, Brian ‘Miller Light’ was known for being a Grade A Tool™ . And Peter knew that he shouldn’t get upset over what someone like Brian thinks.

“Do you realize that if he wasn’t out there ‘uselessly fighting’ as you so stupidly put it, that the crime in Queens would increase by tenfold? Hm?”

He did however, perk up at that.

Literally, Peter sat up in his seat and swiveled his head around to see (y/n) (y/l/n), one of MJ’s friends, standing up against lame-ass-Brian.

A smile pulled on his face as he listened to her fight for Spider-Man.

“Hey, hey,” Ned blindly motioned his arm towards Ned to get him to listen to what was going on as well. “Did you hear that?”

Ned looked over to watch the argument, and chuckled when Brian called her out for having a crush on him.

“Did you hear that?” Ned shot back at Peter. “You’ve got a real admirer- holy shit is she-?”

“Did she just pick up-?”

“Ohmygod Peter she’s gonna start a freakin- food fight-!”

The boys could barely finish their thoughts, eyes trained on the scene as (y/n) stormed over to Brian, shouting right in his face, and then hitting him full force with the potatoes.

“Holy shit!” Peter shouted, hands flying to his head in surprise.

Sure, he knew people still believe in Spider-Man, but not that much.

“Dude the monitor’s coming over, she’s so getting detention for that!” Ned was excitedly shaking Peter by his shoulder, which only got rougher when they watched (y/n) dump milk over Brian’s head. “Dude!”

Ned and Peter weren’t the only ones watching her outburst, practically the whole cafeteria was fixated on seeing what was going to happen next.

But nothing did happen.

She dropped the milk, and shortly after was grabbed by the arms and taken out of the cafeteria, likely to go straight to the principal’s office.

As soon as she was gone, the room was buzzing excitedly about the spectacle.

“I can’t believe… I can’t believe that just happened,” Peter said, turning to sit in his seat normally, facing Ned, a shocked expression on his face. “She just did all that… for me”

“I know right! Wow, she’s so crazy, that was so cool” Ned gushed, shaking his head and grinning wildly.

“But like… why would she go through all the trouble for me? She doesn’t even know who I- who Spider-Man is” Peter continued rambling confusedly.

“Hey, losers,” MJ set her tray down next to Peter and invited herself to finish her lunch with them. “You guys talking about (y/n)?”

“Yeah. Peter’s losing it” Ned replied, making MJ chuckle.

“I’m not losing it… I just… didn’t know she cared so much about Spider-Man” He shrugged lamely.

“Seriously?” MJ groaned. “She spent all day complaining about the papers, in fact, she’s spent the last few months complaining about it. She’s like your biggest advocate”

“Really?” Peter asked quietly, eyes wide.

“Oh yeah,” MJ answered. “Really, she loves him”

“Really?” He repeated.

“Well she wouldn’t go getting a detention over anyone” MJ rolled her eyes, so beyond done with this conversation.

But now Peter was running on overdrive, and all he could think about was how (y/n) had gotten a detention for him.

He purposefully lagged in the halls so that he was late to his next class, winding himself a detention after school. ___

While she didn’t want an after school detention, (y/n) did not regret any of her actions.

But maybe she did a little bit when she walked into the classroom that detention was held in.

Luckily she recognized a familiar mess of brown curls, and sat down next to him.

“What did Peter Parker do to get himself a detention?” She grinned over at him, and he (all too excitedly) turned to her.

“I-I was late to Spanish,” He told her sheepishly, and (y/n) giggled a little bit, nodding her head in understanding. “We can’t all be as badass as you, I guess”

She laughed louder at that, earning a glare from the detention monitor.

“Quiet”

(y/n) and Peter shared an awkward smile, and then she pulled a book out of her backpack to keep her occupied for the rest of the hour.

But Peter didn’t want her to not talk to him the rest of the hour, he’d landed himself a detention just so that he could talk to her for Christ’s sake.

So he did the next best thing to talking.

He wrote a note, folded it up, and flicked it over to (y/n’s) desk.

She looked over to him and quirked a brow, but unfolded it.

I’m really bored

(y/n) stifled a giggle and pulled out a pen, writing back to him.

It’s literally been a minute

And that’s how it started.

The two spent an entire hour passing notes back and forth. They talked about everything, class, friends, gossip, but most importantly, Spider-Man.

(y/n) had written half a page worth of why she thinks the press is the real bad guy, and how much it bothered her that they were tearing down Spider-Man. MJ had been right, she was Spider-Man’s biggest advocate.

By the end of the detention, they’d swapped phone numbers and Snapchats.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He’d asked nervously when they walked out of the school.

“It’s only four o’clock Peter, I don’t think I’ll be mugged between now and three blocks away,” (y/n) said with a big smile, enjoying the pink blush that dusted his cheeks. “But thank you though”

“Y-yeah, yeah. So I’ll… see you later then” He waved awkwardly and she nodded.

“See ya Peter!” She called, walking in the opposite direction to her own place.

And the more she walked, the more she thought of him. She’d always known Peter, he was one of MJ’s friends so they had a mutual connection, but they’d never been around each other like that before. She didn’t know he was so…

adorable. ___

Peter was doing a late night patrol a few days later. There wasn’t much going on, but you can never be too safe. Besides, he enjoyed the breeze has he swung alley through alley. The later he got, the less he expected to see.

However, he didn’t expect to see (y/n) herself, wandering down the sidewalk with her backpack on and a plastic bag in her hands.

“Karen, what time is it?” Peter called out to the AI.

“12:06, Peter” Karen responded instantaneously.

“What the hell is she doing out so late?”

And before he could think it through, he swung down to the street, and tapped her on the shoulder.

He really should’ve thought it through, because she screamed and spun around, about to punch him in the face when she saw who it was.

“Oh my god, Spider-Man” She breathed out in surprise, eyes blown wide and she almost had a panic attack right there.

“Yeah, uh, it’s me,” He did jazz hands.

Stupid stupid stupid why did I do that?

“What’re you doing out so late?” He asked, and (y/n) held up her grocery bag.

“Late night snack run?” She said weakly, a nervous look on her face. “I’m kind of binging a show right now and uh… ran out of goods”

Spider-Man laughed, and she found herself relieved at the simple reaction.

“Alright, that’s fair. Not as sketchy as it looked”

“As it looked?” She repeated, “What, are you following me?”

“N-no!” He stammered out quickly. “Of course not I-I just saw you walking by yourself in the middle of the night, and I try my best but that doesn’t mean Queens is the safest place in the world” She laughed at his rambling and nodded.

“Okay, seems fair,” She said amusingly. “Not as sketchy as you sounded” She teased him by mocking him.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked, and she didn’t answer right away, a strange feeling of deja vu coming over her, before he spoke again. “It’d make me feel better if you let me”

(y/n) nodded, a soft smile tugging on her lips as they began to walk together.

“You think I would’ve gotten mugged?” She asked.

“I don’t know what answer you want to hear, so let’s just say you definitely won’t now” Spider-Man answered.

“Not being mugged tonight sounds good to me,” (y/n) said. “Hey, can I ask you something? I want to win an argument against my friend, and also be able to brag that Spider-Man walked me home… do you think that I would be jumped at say… four o’clock?”

Peter was smiling so hard under his mask, his cheeks hurt a little.

“Well, that depends where you’re walking,” He explained, and went on to label all the streets he had the most trouble with. None of which were the ones she passed on her way home. “Is that good enough to brag to your… friend?”

“Honestly, this whole night is good enough,” (y/n) said almost bashfully. “That’s my complex right there” She pointed just up the street to where she lived.

“Good, I can proudly say I got the damsel home safe” Spider-Man said, and they both laughed a bit.

“A damsel huh? I was walking home from 7-Eleven” She argued, and stopped at the steps to her apartment complex.

“Who knows what could’ve happened if I wasn’t there to escort you?”

“Mhm,” She hummed, awkwardly standing at the entrance, and not wanting to go inside just yet. “Hey, uh, before you swing off I should tell you… uh... I just wanted to say that I think what the press has been really harsh,” She said sweetly. “I know that kind of thing probably doesn’t bother you, but it shouldn’t, cause, yaknow, you’re a hero and all that”

She was mentally kicking herself for getting so flustered.

Spider-Man nodded in response, having a hard time finding the right words.

“Thank you, (y/n), that really means a lot,” He told her. “It was nice meeting you, but try not to wander around Queens so late, alright? That’s how accidents happen!”

And suddenly he was swinging off, and out of sight.

Leaving (y/n) to wonder how he knew her name if she’d never told him.

When she finally made it back to her room, she put her binging on pause to make a very important call.

“MJ, I have to tell you the craziest thing” ___

“Peter Parker, you’re the biggest idiot to ever live,” MJ smacked Peter as soon as she saw him the next day in class. He rubbed the back of his head while she went on. “(y/n) told me all about her cute little encounter with Spider-Man”

“She did?” He asked hopefully, an adorable smile on his face.

“She sure did. Especially the part where he knew her name” She stated, and suddenly Peter’s heart wasn’t fluttering, but was dropping to his stomach.

“She did?” He asked again, much less happy.

“Uh huh. Hope you can figure that shit out Parker, before she puts two and two together and realized how Spider-Man knows her name”

Peter nodded rapidly, and began to come up with a plan. ___

MJ agreed to convince (y/n) to join Peter and Ned at lunch that day, and (y/n) had happily agreed.

That was about as much of a plan as he came up with.

“Trying for another detention today?” MJ asked when (y/n) had sat with them. (y/n) rolled her eyes but smiled playfully at her friend.

“No,” She answered. “I’m minding my business from now on” She shrugged.

“Detention was that bad?” Ned asked.

“No, Peter was there, so at least I wasn’t stuck there alone,” She smiled sweetly at the boy, who ducked his head to hide his blush. “But it’s not like I want to go back either”

“Mhm I’m sure your new boyfriend Spider-Man wouldn’t appreciate you being such a rebel” MJ teased. (y/n) scoffed out a laugh, but there was no hiding her blush.

“Boyfriend?” Ned repeated, kicking Peter under the table. But (y/n) shook her head dismissively.

“She’s just messing around,” She mumbled, embarrassed. “She’s been doing it all morning”

“Well, when Spider-Man himself walks you home in the middle of the night…” MJ trails off.

Ned already knew the whole story, because Peter had called him at one in the morning to excitedly ramble about how he got to take (y/n) home. But, he played along anyways.

“He what? Why didn’t you tell us right away!” Ned said excitedly, urging her to tell the whole story. (y/n) was smiling adorably and blushing, twirling her fork around her food as she shyly but happily told him about it.

Peter could feel his face getting hot as she was gushing about how kind and funny and awkward Spider-Man was. Her cheeks were pink and her smile didn’t leave her lips the whole time she spoke. It was really cute, actually.

“Sounds like Spider-Man has a crush on you, babe,” MJ said, raising her eyebrows towards (y/n), who immediately began to fluster at the statement. “He walks you home, knows your name”

The girl sent a wink and a smirk in Peter’s direction that luckily went unnoticed by (y/n).

“Yeah, that was so strange,” (y/n) commented, her focus shifting to the one off part about her night. “I could’ve sworn that I hadn’t told him my name, but who knows, I was so frazzled by actually meeting Spider-Man himself, maybe it just slipped my mind” She shrugged, and took a drink of her juice.

“Or maybe Spider-Man often escorts young women on the streets late at night, and he knows them all by name” MJ suggested with a mischievous smile. Peter scowled at her, but (y/n) shrugged again.

“I dunno, maybe…” She thought about it, but shook her head. “But he didn’t seem like that. He was… different”

“I’m not like other Avengers” Ned teased, earning a laugh from the group.

“Really though,” (y/n) giggled. “He was normal, like it could be anyone under the mask, you know?”

She looked to Peter with an excited sparkle in her eye, and he couldn’t help but nod along in agreement. He was glad that she’d sat at his table today so he could hear last night’s events in her point of view.

“And oh my god, I almost forgot,” (y/n) grinned and leaned over the table slightly towards Peter. “Spider-Man told me the streets I walk to get home don’t have that much crime happen on them, and I don’t need to be walked home from school”

He knew this, of course, he’d been the one who’d told her. But he played along anyways.

The blush was authentic, however.

“W-well okay then s-sorry for trying to do the respectful thing” He teased, and she laughed with him, squeezing his arm playfully before going back into conversation with MJ. ___

Coincidentally that night, Peter saw (y/n) sitting on the fire escape while he was doing his nightly patrol.

He eagerly swung over to her, feeling giddy when she bit her lip to keep from grinning at him when he landed on the railing.

“Stalking me now, Spidey?” She asked, but he wasn’t fooled by the bold and flirtatious words, able to see the blush on her cheeks.

“Maybe I am,” He said, and she smiled at him from where she sat with her back leaning against the rails. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” She giggled and nodded at him. “That’s alright”

It was quiet for a moment as she pulled her knees to her chest to preserve some warmth.

“So, are you… working right now?” She asked, and he shook his head, sitting across from her and leaning against the opposite rails.

“Nope, just wrapped it up,” He told her. “I was gonna head home but I saw you sitting out here so… I thought I’d stop by”

“That’s cute,” She smiled at him, and suddenly the suit felt very hot. “My friends now have an ongoing theory that you escort a lot of… damsels…”

“You told your friends about me?” He asked coyly, but (y/n) just chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Of course I did, you’re Spider-Man? I had something to brag about?” She reminded him, and he waved a dismissive hand.

“Sure, sure, I’m sure that’s it,” He said. “You’re sure you don’t just think I’m cute?”

And there it was again, that feeling, like a lightbulb going off in her mind.

“You just think he’s cute, you don’t give a shit about Spider-Man” Brian Miller’s words replayed in her mind, and she froze up for a moment as she looked at the masked hero across from her curiously.

“Hm,” She hummed, tilting her head to the side as though it would help her identify why this feeling hit her like a tidal wave. Did he see her cafeteria meltdown? Does the man under the mask go to Midtown?

Does she know Spider-Man?

… does Spider-Man know her?

“What?” He asked, drawing her from her wild running mind. “What was that judgemental hum for?”

“Judgemental?” She questioned. “It wasn’t judgemental”

“Sure sounded judgemental” He mumbled, kicking one leg out and propping the other knee up.

“There’s just something… it’s dumb” She bashfully shook her head and looked away, deciding against telling him about the gut feeling she’d gotten twice now.

“What is it?” He asked her, but she shook her head again, too embarrassed by it. “Oh come on, tell me,” He put his hands together pleadingly. “Who else am I gonna tell, huh?”

She looked at him skeptically, still unsure if she should tell him.

But she knew deep down she was going to give in anyways.

“There’s something very familiar about you” She admitted softly.

Peter thought he was having a stroke.

“You did meet me last night” He told her, only half joking. She shrugged, looking away for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts.

“More than that,” She finally spoke again. “Like I… like I know you”

“You do know me” He answered, and she giggled at his awkwardness.

“Calm down Spidey, I don’t know your secret identity. Don’t get your onesie in a twist” She teased him, and he hit his head back against the rails of the fire escape with a defeated sign.

“It’s not a onesie,” He groaned, making her laugh. “The mask is seperate” He added in a quieter voice, and she only laughed more.

“I’d like you if I met you” She told him boldly.

“Y-you would?”

“Mhm,” She nodded, pulling her legs closer to her chest and propping her chin on top of her arms. “Absolutely” She said in a quieter voice.

She could tell he was smiling under his mask.

“I’m not so sure…”

“Why not?”

“I’m….” Spider-Man trailed off. Peter, if you tell this girl that you’re a loser, then I’ll hate you forever, he thought to himself. “I’m not like this in real life, like at all”

“What do you mean?” She asked. “You’re not nerdy and anxious all the time for no reason?”

Okay, so maybe I am like this in real life.

“Fair point, because yeah,” He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “But still I’m not like… I don’t know let’s just say we wouldn’t run in the same crowds”

“What crowd do you think I run in, Spider-Man?” (y/n) asked, curious to see what he thought of her.

“Cool edgy kids” He answered pretty much right away, and she laughed, knowing he’d gotten MJ spot again.

“I wouldn’t say cool” She said quietly, eyes downcast shyly.

“Really? But you’re the coolest” He argued, and she giggled like a little girl, a hand covering her mouth to stop the ridiculous sound.

“Cut it out” She said quietly, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around the more he spoke.

“Oh come on, there’s no way you aren’t like… the most popular person. You’re that girl, like from the movies” He went on, and (y/n) covered her face with both hands, cheeks rosy and the giggles came back.

Peter loved this reaction.

“You’re adorable” He told her, only making it worse.

“Okay okay, enough about me,” She ran her hands through her hair, and tried to collect herself. “What crowd do you run with then?”

“I… I don’t know what you’d call it” He said sheepishly.

“Try,” She shrugged. “I’m just curious to know more about you, Spider-Man”

“Okay then I’d say I run with the… outcast nerd crowd” He answered honestly, but (y/n) scrunched up her nose and shook her head in disbelief.

“Not with those muscles you don’t” She pointed out matter-of-factly. Spider-Man genuinely laughed at that.

It was quiet between them for a few moments, before (y/n) sighed, and stood up to stretch.

“It’s late,” She said softly, sadly. “I should get to bed” “Yeah, I should be going” The masked hero agreed, and stood up as well.

She gave him a gentle wave before sliding open her window to crawl back into her room. But before he could leave, she leaned back out of it.

“Spider-Man?” She called.

“Yeah?”

“Am I… am I going to see you again?” She asked hopefully.

He was grinning as he leapt up onto the rail, going into a crouching position as he looked back at her.

“Maybe if you’re out here again, around this time…” He trailed off suggestively, and (y/n) grinned at him, nodding in agreement.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” She mused, fingers tapping against her windowsill with excitement for tomorrow night. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight, (y/n)” He said softly, waving slightly as she shut her window, before he left her fire escape.

Fuck, he thought, I really like this girl. ___

(y/n) took a long drink of her coffee before setting it on a shelf in her locker to collect her books for the day. After the night she’d had, she wasn’t able to get much sleep, her giddiness to see Spider-Man again tonight kept her mind buzzing and toes wiggling seemingly all night long.

A few rows down, the familiar sound of a hand hitting the wall of lockers hard echoed. She glanced over briefly to see MJ interrogating Peter.

Zipping up her bag and grabbing her styrofoam cup of coffee, she headed down to meet up with her friends, and see what was going on.

“Morning guys,” She greeted, barely able to get the words out without yawning. “What’s all the commotion about?”

“N-nothing, no commotion” Peter told her in his usual awkward way of speaking. She smiled gently at him before turning to MJ.

“Why’re you pickin’ on Peter, MJ?” She asked with a sign, knowing that she was teasing him about something.

MJ turned to Peter with raised brows for a moment, then promptly looked at (y/n) with a shit eating grin.

“Parker told me if I did the Calc homework, he’d do the AP Chem homework and we could trade,” She lied effortlessly. “And now, he’s not pulling through with his end of the deal”

(y/n’s) eyes flickered over to Peter, as though asking if this was true, and the boy shakily nodded.

“You can just have mine,” (y/n) said with a shrug, handing her coffee to Peter as she took her backpack off to pull out her AP Chem binder. “Here,” She handed the homework to MJ, and put her bag back on, taking her coffee back from Peter with a sweet smile. “Problem solved?”

“Yep, thanks babe” MJ said before turning around and leaving the two in the hall.

“You alright?” (y/n) asked Peter, a concerned crease between her brows. “I’ve never known Peter Parker to forget to do homework”

“Y-yeah,” He stammered out. “I’m good, it just slipped my mind, must’ve been too busy last night or something”

“Oh? Hit a lot of crazy parties?” (y/n) teased, smiling playfully at him. He chuckled, shaking his head and gripping the straps of his backpack tightly.

“Sure, let’s go with that”

She giggled before jerking a thumb over her shoulder.

“I should get going…” She said hesitantly.

Although she found herself just wanting to be around him some more, just to talk for a few more minutes.

He nodded, and she turned to head off to class.

“Oh, hey, (y/n/n)?”

She looked over her shoulder as he called out her nickname, one that usually only MJ used, when she wasn’t calling her babe.

“Uh… thanks, f-for covering for me” He said nervously.

She grinned and nodded at him.

“Yeah, no problem, Pete” She replied, and then left for class. ___

“I know, I know,” Peter threw his hands up defensively as MJ sat across from him at the lunch table. “I’m a dumbass”

Last night, Peter started a groupchat with both Ned and MJ, so he could tell them both all about his time with (y/n). Ned cheered him on and encouraged him to go see her again tonight, while MJ tended to-

She smacked his arm.

She tended to do that.

“You really are,” She grumbled in agreement, looking over her shoulder to see (y/n) had just walked into the cafeteria. “(y/n/n’s) coming in, but we’re talking about this later Peter, because you’re about to mess up a whole lot of shit with how reckless you’re acting”

Peter nodded, fiddling with his hands. He knew she was right, he knew that there were only two ways that this would end.

One, he falls more and more for (y/n), and continues to see her as Spider-Man, which only puts her in jeopardy of bad guys tracking her down and god-knows-what happens, winding up hurting the both of them.

Or two, she finds out that the Spider-Man that she has heart eyes for, is boring old Peter Parker, and she never wants anything to do with him again, which also gets them both hurt.

He couldn’t think of a long term solution that worked out.

“Oh look, it’s the spider’s advocate!” Brian Miller laughed and pointed at (y/n) passed his table. She flipped him off and kept walking, but apparently Brian wanted more attention than that. “Always so classy (y/n). What, nothing to throw at me today? Or have you decided to grow up?”

“Go fuck yourself, Miller Lite” She bit back at him, poison laced in her words.

Peter, Ned, and MJ were all watching as Brian and his friends teased her as she passed their table, but thankfully she kept walking, knowing better than to escalate the situation.

“I’d rather you do it” Brian said, getting up from his seat and reaching out towards her, snatching her wrist so she’d stop walking away, and face him. The other boys at his table oohed and ahhed like a bunch of idiots.

“Oh shit,” Ned coughed, and moved his head to the side to see (y/n) and Brian better. “Peter are you- Peter?”

Peter had already gotten up from his seat and walked right over to the two, forcing Brian’s hand off of (y/n’s) arm and shoving himself in front of her.

Ned and MJ shared a shocked look, before looking back at the two.

“Sit back down, Brian” Peter said.

“Or what Parker, are you gonna hit me?” Brian stepped closer to him, but Peter put a strong hand on his shoulder, and forced him down into his seat.

Brian was taken aback with the immense ease Peter Parker had just used to put him back in his seat. His wide eyes went from his hand, up to his face.

“If you get up from this seat, then I’ll hit you” He said seriously.

Brian didn’t say anything, just swallowed thickly and nodded his head, avoiding the weird looks from his friends.

Peter turned back to (y/n), hand on the small of her back as he walked her over to their table. She seemed just as lost as Brian had, looking from Peter, to Brian who actually looked scared, and back to Peter again.

“W-what was that?” She asked him in a hushed voice. He looked down at her, and then straightforward.

“He was being a dick” He answered.

(y/n) gaped like a fish out of water, shutting her mouth after realizing she had no idea what to say to him. There was nothing to say.

“Thank you” She whispered instead, almost shyly. Peter nodded at her.

Nobody talked about it for the rest of the lunch period, much to (y/n’s) relief. However, she kept finding herself staring at Peter, until he’d catch her and she’d look away, only to look back again a few moments later.

She didn’t realize it, but the lightbulb feeling of deja vu went off again. ___

That night, Peter stalled on his trip to (y/n’s) after he finished patrol.

Realistically, he should end this now before it can really get out of hand. Lying wasn’t one of his strong suits, especially when it came to people he cared about. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt (y/n).

But he really liked her, and he really wanted to see her. And she liked Spider-Man, not Peter Parker, so this was his only chance to be with her.

About a block away from her complex, he stopped, and crouched on the roof of an insurance firm.

Pulling his mask off, he took a deep breath, and tried to gather his thoughts.

“Why did I get myself into this why would I torture myself like this?” He mumbled to himself, running a hand through his hair before looking down at his mask.

He messed with the material all the while thinking of his situation with (y/n). Just as he was about to pull his mask on and swing over to her place, to tell her that he can’t come by and see her anymore, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Something was wrong.

On instinct, he looked down to the ground, seeing a girl walking along the sidewalk, rather quickly. And the bulky figure of a man following close behind her.

Peter pulled his mask over his head, alerting the AI to zoom in.

“It’s (y/n) (y/l/n), Peter” Karen told him.

He couldn’t believe it.

But sure enough, it was her. She looked nervous, and hurried. She knew that she was being followed.

“Who is that following her?” He asked, turning to focus on the man stalking after (y/n).

“Brian Miller, age seventeen”

(y/n) looked over her shoulder, seeing the man still following her, and she picked up her pace even more, breaking into a light jog. This only upset him, and he ran after her. Unfortunately, he was faster, and easily caught her, and shoved her against what felt like a brick wall, she wasn’t sure, she hit her head too hard to really determine what it was.

“You embarrassed me today”

“What the hell do you want, Brian?” She tried to sound tough, but the words came out in a scared whimper.

“I want an apology, a proper one” He pressed his arm against her throat, and she coughed uncomfortably, both of her hands trying to push his wrist off of her so she could breath.

“What’s the matter with you?” She asked in a strangled voice.

“Yoink!” Before she could blink, Brian was practically flung off of her, backwards into the opposite wall of the alley he’d dragged her into. (y/n) collapsed to her knees, hand coming to her neck shakily as she tried to catch her breath. “I was just about to ask the same question!”

For half a second, she thought it was Peter, but she glanced up to see Spider-Man, who now had Brian webbed by his hands against the opposite wall.

“Brian Miller, what are we going to do with you?” The hero tsked, before webbing his legs to the wall as well. “Do I alert the police, or let you rot here for a couple days and see how long it takes them to find you?”

Brian jerked his head forward as though to spit on Spider-Man, but the hero was too quick, and webbed his mouth as well.

“Much better” He brushed his hands together as though he’d done his work, and walked over to (y/n), helping her to her feet.

“Thanks” She mumbled out.

“Here, hold on tight, alright?”

He took her arms, and wrapped them around his neck, before securely holding her around her waist, and then swinging off out of the alley. (y/n) yelped, not enjoying the feeling of flying at all, instead opting to press her face in the junction between Spider-Man’s neck and shoulder, until she felt him land on solid ground again.

Peter had taken her a few streets away, just to be more private and away from Brian. He brought them into a more secluded alleyway, and kept his hands on her waist until he was sure that she wasn’t going to collapse again.

“I’m sorry, I got there as soon as I could-” He began to apologize, but (y/n) shook her head, prompting him to stop.

“It’s alright, I’m alright now,” She assured him. “Thanks to you” There was a shy smile on her lips.

“Did you know that guy?” He asked lamely, since he already knew the answer.

(y/n) nodded shakily, biting her lip before opening her mouth to find the right thing to say, but she just exhaled deeply.

“Yeah…” She trailed off, hanging her head like she was ashamed of it. “I might’ve picked a fight with him once and he… he uh…”

“It’s alright,” Spider-Man shook his head. “It’s okay you don’t- someone’s coming”

Before she could comprehend what to do about that, he’d taken her by the waist, pulled her against him, and shot a web up to latch onto a fire escape staircase, keeping them out of the headlights of the passing car.

When it had passed, he slowly let them back down, setting her on her feet and hanging upside down in front of her.

“I really hate that” (y/n) told him with a forced laugh.

“Hate what?”

“The whole… swinging thing”

He chuckled, and for a long moment, she just looked at him.

“I should probably thank you properly, huh?” She asked softly, before stepping closer to him.

“Y-you already thanked me” He stammered, but she smiled that adorable smile, finger gently brushing over his face, before sliding to his neck to find the hem of his mask. He had told her it was separated from the rest of the suit.

“You did save my life though…” She murmured, stepping even closer as she slowly pulled the material up his neck, revealing his chin, and lips. She respectfully stopped at his nose. Her eyes flickered from his lips down to the eyes of the suit, and then leaned in to close the distance between them.

Her lips were soft, even softer than Peter could’ve imagined they felt like. And she tasted sweet like bubblegum. If he wasn’t hanging upside down right now, he’d wrap her up and pull her closer to him.

When her fingers grazed the skin of his cheek, he didn’t think anything of it besides how comforting the warmth of her skin felt against his.

(y/n’s) heart was doing somersaults, in complete disbelief that she was kissing Spider-Man right now.

But she couldn’t help herself.

Her fingers brushed over his cheek, and the world seemed to go in slow motion as she pulled the rest of his mask off without disconnecting their kiss.

Once it was off, she opened her eyes, to see Peter Parker, still hanging there with his eyes closed, his mask being off not yet processing in his mind.

It was clear when it did though, his eyes opened fast and they were wide and scared, and he lost his grip and fell from where he hung.

“Peter?” (y/n) murmured out, brows furrowing as she watched him scramble back up to his feet. She looked down to the mask she held in her small hands, and then back up at Peter Parker, with his messy hair and pink swollen lips.

It made sense now. The odd feelings she would get when he was around. She had known him. And he knew her too.

“I-I can explain,” He spoke quickly, afraid that she was about to storm off and never speak to him. “Please let me explain, (y/n)”

She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t run away either, so he went on anyways.

“Look I- I didn’t mean for this to happen, I’m sure you’re hurt and I wasn’t trying to deceive you it all just kinda happened,” His hands were flying around as he rambled on. “-and I know you probably hate me for lying to you but I just- I really like you (y/n), but you liked Spider-Man not Peter so I just thought that maybe I’d just continue to see you as Spider-Man and oh my god this sounds so awful right now-”

(y/n) stepped forward, taking his hand, and tentatively placing his mask in it. Peter squeezed the material hard in his fist, knowing this was the part where she walked away.

But she didn’t. She just looked at him, admired him. And then reached up to fix the mess of curls on his head, brushing a few strands away from his forehead. Finally, she looked him in the eyes, dropping her hand.

“I liked Peter Parker first,” She told him faintly. “Spider-Man was cool and all… but he’s overrated, don’t you think?” She was still whispering as she teased, a smile tugging on her lips. “I think Peter Parker is way cooler than him”

He stared at her in astonishment, absolutely blown away by what was happening right now.

“You do?” He asked, and she nodded, her eyes crinkling from the smile on her face.

“Yeah, I do,” She murmured back, eyes glancing back down to his lips, and then his eyes. “I especially like the part where I get to see his face” She told him with a small giggle, and he laughed as he stepped forward, taking her face in his gloved hands. (y/n) clasped her own hands around his wrists, leaning her cheek into the gentle touch.

“Could I… Can I kiss you again?” He asked, already leaning in close enough that her nose bumped into his as she nodded.

Peter leaned down, sealing their lips again, and feeling her smile against him. He gave her one more small peck before pulling away.

“Can I take you home?” He asked quietly, and she nodded again.

“Only if we can walk, I never want to swing up there like that again” She stated, making Peter chuckle and nod his head.

“Alright, deal”

He walked her all the way home, pulling his mask on almost all the way as he dropped her off at the door, so that she could still kiss him one more time before saying goodnight.

“Go terrorize the streets some more, menace” She teased him when they parted, and she pulled his mask down to cover him up again.

“Very funny,” He monotoned, making her giggle. “Goodnight, (y/n)”

“G’night, Peter,” She hummed back, and smiled as he squeezed her hand, before disappearing up into the air. “Go get ‘em tiger”

___

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joe keery. cis male. he/him. ／ jack devin just pulled up blasting video killed the radio star by the buggles — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty - four year old radio show host, i’ve heard they’re really impulsive, but that they make up for it by being so captivating. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say obscure vintage horror comics, blurry photographs of mysterious figures in the woods, and vivid descriptions of spine - chilling tales . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( sam, 23, est, she/her )

hey there, demons ! *ba tum tss* i’m sam and i never do this, but i really felt like it was time for a change, so i drew lots of inspiration from some of my favorite ocs and i love what i’ve come up with ! character info is under the cut and please feel free to message me if you would like to plot !

i. stats

𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: jackson willard devin

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰: jack, spooky guy, the night watchman

𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫: salem, massachusetts

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥: ocotber 31st, 1995

𝔷𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔠: scorpio

𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: demisexual

𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: host of the graveyard shift, a radio program airing every weeknight from 12am to 5am

𝔭𝔬𝔰. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: captivating, witty, resolute.

𝔫𝔢𝔤. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: impulsive, gauche, naive.

ii. history

jackson willard “jack” devin was born on halloween day ( yes, really ) in salem massachusetts ( yes, really ). his mother stayed home with him as he was growing up while his father is a boston cop turned sheriff of the county and he’s an only child.

outside of the popular tourist spots, his hometown has a very close - knit, stuck in the 80s vibe. it’s the sort of place where everyone knows everyone for their entire lives because no one ever leaves and no one new ever moves in. phone and internet signals are nearly impossible to come by, so the local arcade and the video store still have quite a booming business in the year 2020. jack grew up in a not - so - typical small town suburban gothic environment, his dad’s income being just enough for them to get by every month.

he was an energetic kid who cycled through all sorts of interests, trying out everything from little league ( disaster ) to music lessons ( not as much of a disaster, but he wound up getting bored of it ). nothing seemed to really stick until he got his first horror comic : a vintage issue of tales from the crypt with tattered, yellowing pages. he was five years old and paid five cents for it at an elderly neighbor’s yard sale and from that moment on he was hooked. it started with the comics, but he quickly expanded his horizons to movies, books, and television in the genre of horror.

he got intro drawing and that was the only thing besides his newfound interest in horror that he could sit still for. at first he would just try to re - draw the panels in his comic books, but soon he was drawing anything and everything that caught his interest and he was getting good. he was being homeschooled by his mother at the time, but once friends and family and, well, everyone took notice of his skill, they were encouraging his parents to nurture his talent.

his parents fought about it. his dad didn’t see the value in his skill and wanted him to instead focus on academics, aspiring towards his son one day becoming a lawyer or a businessman or even following in his footsteps. jack never wanted that for himself. he was homeschooled by his mom up until then and she believed in him. it was with her blessing that he would go to a real school for the first time at the age of fourteen, starting off his freshman year at a high school that was a thirty minute train ride away in boston and catered exclusively to youth who demonstrated an exceptional talent in some area of the fine arts.

jack did well in school, but his grades probably would have been a lot better still if he didn’t start purposely acting out as his relationship with his dad got worse and worse. he started skipping classes, getting caught trespassing in cemeteries at 2am, and smoking a lot of weed.

when it came time for college, jack planned to attend art school. he swears he did. he looked a few schools on the west coast to get away from his dad for a few years yikes and planned to apply, but on the deadline date he got so high that he forgot to submit his portfolios. yes, really.

he loaded up his van ( a turquiose monstrosity he painted to look like the mystery machine ) and headed out to california anyway after telling his parents that he would be attending UCLA. of course, they quickly found it that it was a lie and his dad was furious. the two got into a huge fight over the phone and things were said. the result is that jack and his father haven’t spoken to each other ever since.

he did lots of odd jobs while he was on the road and basically lived in his van, which didn’t change right away when he decided to settle in LA, but he eventually got a job fetching coffee for the late night employees at a local radio station.

it was the typical, cliché story : the regular late night host called out of work at the last minute, there was no one else around and they were going to be on air in ten seconds. jack was thrown in front of the microphone and told to think fast !

he did, and the listeners loved him for it. whether it was his ramblings about horror movies or his thick boston accent or his reckless use of swear words on live radio, he turned out to be a massive hit. the successful night earned him a gig as an occasional substitute deejay, and with each broadcast he grew more and more popular, and about two years ago he was finally given his own program.

the graveyard shift is a radio program that airs every weeknight from 12am - 5am in the los angeles area and on apps such as iheartradio. jack hosts the show as his ( thinly veiled ) alter ego the night watchmen and discusses topics such as the paranormal, conspiracy theories, and all things horror. it’s one of the most popular programs of the time slot in the country.

it’s something that he never expected or picturing himself doing, but now he can’t imagine doing anything else. he’s become really passionate about revitalizing the field and bringing radio into the 21st century. he signed a HUGE contract with the studio when his show first started and now he’s a quite well known radio personality in the area and across the country.

iii. extras

huge stoner. high as fuck 90% of the time, and the other 10% of the time he’s probably still high, just not as fuck.

well known for his on air antics. he’ll light a joint in the middle of his radio show, he’ll prank call a friend and broadcast it to the entire city, he’ll curse in every single sentence and skate by on the after hours excuse when he’s reprimanded for it. he’s so outlandish and bizarre and like nothing that’s ever been heard on the radio before, and it just draws people in.

he often seems shy in person, but it’s more like he’s just a little socially awkward, something which also shines through in occasional non - malicious but blunt remarks and general lack of regard for what people think of him. he really just...doesn’t care.

genuinely seems to believe it’s either halloween day and / or the year 1986 at any given moment as that’s about as recent as his pop culture references get. he’s never heard of the k*rdashians, he doesn’t know what the mcu is, and the phrase yeet means absolutely nothing to him. mention any of it to him and he’ll just stare blankly bc he honestly doesn’t have a clue.

HOWEVER, he did start the area 51 meme from last summer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

still draws. especially if he has to still for a stretch of time, then he’ll take out his latest sketchbook ( he goes through a lot of them ) and start doodling. he’s still quite good, mostly in his favored comic - esque style.

BIG CHAOTIC ENERGY and ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL

a chatterbox with friends but don’t be fooled...he’s been giving his own dad the silent treatment for almost seven ( 7 ) years now. it’s his preferred method of expressing anger towards someone because he isn’t really a fan of confrontation, but he’s maybe a liiiittle bit stubborn.

most of the time he’s a really easygoing person, a good friend and very loyal to the people he cares about. well - meaning, not the best at advice but he’s more likely to try and cheer a person up anyway.

he has a pet pied ball python named the crypt keeper ( tkc for short ) who he sometimes just carries with him because he likes to just chill wrapped around jack’s hand and arm.

iv. wanted connections

maternal or paternal cousins ( their grandparents probably live in boston or new england but otherwise anything goes for this )

close friends

friends

guests on his radio show

fans / haters of his radio show

people who don’t like him / find him annoying

exes ( 1 - 2, can be on good or bad terms )

“casually dating” but it might get real complicated soon - allie james

( these are just ideas and i’m trash at coming up with stuff, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here. )

#excess:intro #drugs tw #i decided that i needed something new but i just ''created'' this ''new character'' instead #countdown until i mess up his name has officially begun

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nocturnal-jeon · 5 years

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𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 ➛ 𝚔𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: jin’s insecurities are constantly an issue, but there’s only one person to make him see his worth.

Jin was your everything. Your entire world. Typically, whenever he was in a funk or something was wrong, you were the first person to know. However, due to the clashing of your busy work schedules, your mind has been preoccupied and you didn’t notice that anything was wrong.

You were confused when you received a voicemail from Namjoon after leaving a meeting. He said that Jin wasn’t acting like he usually did but he couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so hopefully, you would be able to figure it out. The sense of unease only grew in the bottom of your stomach throughout your next meeting, upset at yourself for not realizing there was something wrong but also trying to figure out the best way to go about this situation.

As soon as you got home, without even taking off your work clothes, you set straight for the kitchen, wanting to make some treats for the boys after their big performance tonight. Food, in your house, was the language of love, so there was no way that Jin could turn down your home cooking. You figured that you would just sit and watch backstage like you often did when you weren’t busy and feed all of the boys once it was done.

As the food baked in the oven, you ran upstairs to your shared bedroom with Jin, sighing at the mess you both made when getting ready this morning, and put on some regular clothes so that you weren’t arriving at the show in a pencil skirt and a blouse. Just as you were putting on your shoes, you heard the timer begin to beep from the kitchen, so you jogged down the stairs and carefully took the hot pan out of your the oven, neatly placing the food on a decorative platter and covering them neatly. You looked up at your phone and realized that it was kind of early, so the boys probably weren’t doing much, so you thought this would be the perfect time to come.

After driving through the arena, you greeted the friendly staff who helped show you to the break room where the boys were residing until it was time to do soundcheck. As you opened the door, multiple gasps and greetings filled the room.

“Y/n, hey! What are you doing here?” Namjoon asked, getting up and giving you a hug as if he didn’t just flash the bat signal a mere hour ago. “Just thought I would come spend time with my boys and support you guys tonight,” you explained, giving hugs to the other boys. You grew a bit sad when you saw that Jin was seated on the couch while the other members were greeting you, but he looked tired, so you figured it would be better that he rests.

“I brought some food for when you guys are done. A nice meal for the hard work you’re all putting in,” you said as you placed it on a snack table. “Thanks, y/n,” Jungkook said as he tried to slide his hand under the wrapping only to get his hand slapped away by Jimin. You chuckled and went over to sit next to Jin, your hand slowly reaching to hold his. Harshly, he pulled his hand away, causing a large cloud to form over your heart.

You could feel the eyes of the members burning into your soul. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” you asked in a low voice. Letting out a sigh, he stood up, annoyance on his face. “Why did you come and not tell me? What do you think this is?” he complained loudly, drawing the attention from all of the members as they watched with wide eyes.

“Jin, I just came to support yo-“ “I didn’t ask for your support,” he said darkly, interrupting you mid-sentence. Not only were you feeling completely and utterly embarrassed, you were hurt. “Jin, back off,” Yoongi said, grabbing Jin’s arm harshly as the boys watched completely shocked. “No. I didn’t ask you to come, y/n. Know your place.” You couldn’t stop your mouth from dropping. Taking in a shaky breath, tears about to fall, you stood up, straightening out your jacket.

“My apologies.”

And with that, you left the room, and as soon as the door closed behind you, the tears silently fell, leaving you confused and unsure of what just happened. “Jin, what the fuck was that?” Hoseok asked, upset for you. Jin simply shrugged. “Jin, whatever little mood you’re in needs to get fixed real fast. Do you realize who you just hurt?” Namjoon lectured, equally annoyed with the way Jin’s been acting.

Jin sat down with yet another shrug, not giving a single fuck about his attitude with you. The others were way too stunned to even say anything, so they all left, leaving Jin alone with his troubling thoughts. He didn’t mean to push you away like that. It was his insecurities speaking louder than his words.

You didn’t deserve that.

Using his long legs, Jin searched the arena. He asked every staff he passed if they had seen you, and when one said that they just saw you leaving the women’s bathroom, he ran as fast as he has ever done before, and when he saw the back of your hair, he yelled your name so loudly that your body jumped. Stopping in place, you turned to look at him, and after seeing your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, he knew he had fucked up.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean what I said. I swear I didn’t,” he said, taking a step towards you. “But I think you did, Jin.” He shook his head. “Please, just hear me out,” he said. After crossing your arms, you nodded slowly. “I was nervous to have you here,” he admitted. “What? Why?” you questioned. “I don’t do the dances as well as the boys and my voice comes out shaky when I try to sing some parts,” he confessed, his own tears forming in his own eyes.

“Darling, you’re an amazing dancer. I’ve always thought that,” you said softly, closing the space between the two of you and gently taking his face in between your hands. He looked at you. “You’re beyond talented, Jin. Insanely talented. Ignore everything haters say. You have a gift, love.” He searched your eyes for sincerity, and once he found it, which didn’t take long, he finally relaxed his broad shoulders. “If you don’t want me to watch, I won’t. But I do want to be here to support you and cheer you on,” you said. He chuckled, his large hands resting on your waist.

“I would love it if you would stay and watch.”

You smiled, all of the feelings of sadness quickly circling the drain. And so Jin performed that night, and some would say it was one of the best performances he’s ever done. Every time he felt he messed up, he would remember that you were backstage with your ARMY bomb, cheering him on. And that meant the world to him.

#bts #bts army #kim seokjin #bts jin #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #kpop

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hxseok-honee · 6 years

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star-crossed haters drabble | daily life for jk x y/n

masterlist

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September 17th, 2016.

8:53 am- it was 8:53 am. Why the hell was she already in class? Normally she would have used those extra seven minutes to take a nap or something, so why was she seven minutes early? Did it have something to do with the fact that she kept checking her phone, waiting for a text, a snap, a tweet- anything? Or the fact that she kept glancing at the empty seat next to her and turning back to check the door? Maybe… probably. But she wasn’t about to admit that.

She heard him before he even made it through the door. She could hear Taehyung telling a story that she didn’t catch- she was too focused on the laughter that was echoing through the hall and through the open door. It was filled with joy but it was softer than usual, almost distant or distracted. It was followed by footsteps, two pairs of feet making their way noisily into the room.

“Yo, Kook- will you give me the answers to the Defense packet after class? I forgot to do the second half…” She refused to turn around, too focused on leveling her breathing as she listened to Tae’s last words to his friend. Would things be really different now? Was last night just some sort of fluke? Was she supposed to act first, or would he?

Her mind was still racing when she heard the seat beside her get pulled back, scraping against the floor noisily and ringing in her ears. She didn’t look up fully, choosing instead to glance quickly in his direction so he would at least know she was acknowledging him. He settled into his seat silently, pulling out his textbook and setting it next to his cauldron before clearing his throat softly.

“Did you do the reading?” She couldn’t help the way her head shot up quickly to meet his gaze, totally unprepared to actually hold a normal conversation with him. Were they just not going to talk about it?

“Uh- yeah. It wasn’t too bad, just some notes on the roots we’re using today…” She could feel a pair of eyes on her back, and when she turned she found Taehyung giving her an encouraging smile. Looking back at the boy next to her, she realized he had said something and was now examining her as he waited for an answer. “S-sorry, what?”

“I said, uh- you look nice today.” Her mouth almost hit the floor as she tried to process what was happening. He laughed under his breath at her reaction.

“Nevermind, you just got kinda ugly.” Grimacing, she resisted the urge to hit him and turned back to her textbook, flipping the pages aggressively as she prepared for class to start. 2 more minutes. “Hey, y/n?” She hummed softly, slightly distracted as she tried to find the right page. “Are we good?”

“Huh?” She looked into his eyes properly for the first time, catching the uncertainty in his voice as he watched her for a reaction. She couldn’t do much more than offer him a very slight smile.

“Yeah, Jeon. We’re good.”

October 28th, 2016.

Throwing her phone into her bag in a desperate attempt to force herself to focus on her studies, she was able to concentrate for maybe six minutes total before she was searching for it again and checking her notifications. Six minutes and she had ten messages and a snapchat from Jungkook. He could be so annoying.

And yet she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her features.

‘You actually went to the library?? This day should go down in history.’

‘How mad would you be if I showed up r i g h t now’

‘Ooh you’re not in one of these front tables, this study time must be serious’

‘Jk i found your goofass’

‘Ew why do you look like that’

‘Stop tapping your foot youre making me anxious’

‘And stop biting your lip it’s distracting’

Rolling her eyes more and more with every message, she looked at the shelves surrounding her, trying to find him through the gaps in the books. She finally caught sight of his abnormally large head and, not even fighting the smile on her face anymore, packed up her things and went to talk to him.

Peeking around the corner of the bookshelf, she found him already smiling over at her, presumably having seen her get up from her spot to come find him. His infectious smile only serving to brighten her own features even more, she practically bounced over to him and pinched his cheek when she got close enough, trying to muffle her laughter when he made a face and let out a squeak. She could see a hufflepuff student glaring over at them, and she smiled apologetically at the girl before grabbing Jungkook’s arm and pulling him to a different aisle at the back of the library.

“What’re you doing here, asshole? I told you I had to study!” She kept her voice low so as not to get attacked by anyone who happened to be in these far aisles.

“Fuck you mean? I have to study too, dumbass. That’s what a library’s for, isn’t it?” She moved to pinch him again, unprepared for the way he caught her wrist and pulled her in, trapping her in his arms. Leaning down to press his mouth against the shell of her ear, he whispered softly to her.

“You’re going to get us in trouble, you know.” She hid the shiver that passed through her as his breath hit her skin, pretending that he wasn’t affecting her in favor of shifting her body so she wasn’t so close to him anymore. Taking the hint, he let her go with a laugh. “Is someone afraid of a little physical contact?” Reaching behind him and grabbing the biggest book she could find, she yanked it from the shelf and immediately started whacking him with it, unintentionally causing him to start laughing hysterically as he ran away from her. She could hear the students in the library becoming disgruntled at the interruptions, and the telltale click of Madam Pince’s heels prompted her to drop the book on a desk and grab Jungkook’s hand.

“We gotta go-” Pulling him behind her, they ran down the aisle noisily, unable to muffle the giggles that were rising as it became a game of cat and mouse with the school librarian. Finally managing to reach the front of the room, the students in the space were shocked into silence as they all watched Jeon Jungkook and Y/n Y/l/n race across the floor together toward the exit, their shoes sliding against the hardwood as they both slammed into the double doors and scrambled out of the room. That was the first time the students of Hogwarts realized just how close the two sworn enemies were really becoming now that they’d made amends.

January 3rd, 2017.

“Can you stop?”

“Stop what?”

“Stop staring at me.”

“You’re kinda full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Are you paying any attention to the lecture? Like at all?”

“Honestly I forgot we were in class.”

“Jungkook-”

“Miss Y/l/n! Mister Jeon! Is there anything on this planet that is so important that you are disrupting my class right now?” For the first time since the class had started, Jungkook tore his eyes away from his girlfriend to meet the professor’s gaze with a cool evenness that impressed everyone.

“It’s Taco Tuesday?” The whole class broke out into laughter, Y/n shaking her head and hiding her smile behind her hand and she nudged his shoulder. Jungkook rolled his eyes when the professor gave him detention for the rest of the week and went back to staring at Y/n. There were only five minutes left of class, and it was their only class together, so he was going to take full advantage while he still could. Smiling softly as he watched her take notes diligently, biting her lip as she so often did, he almost missed the small sigh that escaped her.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.” His smile grew until he himself had to hide it from the rest of the world, looking down at his lap before glancing back up at her through his lashes.

“You’re so pretty-”

“-you better stop-”

“-I just wanna pinch your little face-”

“-I swear to god I’ll knock your ass out right this instant-”

“-do you want to eat lunch at my table today?” She glanced over at him just as the professor dismissed them for the day, packing her things as she spoke.

“Jungkook, the entire student body is still pointing and whispering when we walk down the hall together, I think someone might have a stroke if we eat lunch together.” At his pout, she revised her statement. “Will you give it a few days? Just until we can exist in the same space without some first year kid taking a picture of us?” To make her point, she motioned to the room around her, the students lingering in small groups and blatantly staring as they interacted. Taehyung was the only one who wasn’t staring, playing on his phone as he waited for his friends to finishing packing up.

Jungkook still had a small frown on his face so instead of pulling him out of the room right away, she gave in to him, pushing down her embarrassment and ignoring her burning face to lean over and press a firm kiss to his lips, waiting until she could literally feel him smile against her mouth to pull away. By that point Tae was making his way around the room, telling everyone, including the professor, to stop taking pictures like a bunch of creeps and go about their day. When they looked over at him, he was rolling his eyes and motioning dramatically toward the door.

“Can we fuckin go please? I got homework answers to copy before my next class starts.”

#bts texts #bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #jeon jungkook #jungkook texts #jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #bts drabble

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taeguboi · 6 years

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BTS as Boyfriends [HC]

Request: ‘bts as boyfriends? ☺’

There’s kind of a story in each? Idk, hope you enjoy!

Warning: some nsfw mentions

Rap Monster

You fall for his intelligence and humour

He falls for your shyness around him

You finally tell a friend out loud about your crush on him

unaware that he’s nearby and within hearing distance

So he asks you out on a date

he doesn’t expect for you to want more than the one date

so you get the impression afterwards that it meant nothing to him

you try to move on

he hates watching someone else being so close to you

Everything changes;

he interrupts your conversation, not caring to be rude

“I can’t stand it anymore”

*intense kiss* *everybody cheers, huzzah!*

Learning is suddenly more fun

school was a drag back in the day

but his stories capture your attention

You just let him sit talking for hours about a book he just read

Matching jumpers

snuggy snug snug

winter becomes more enjoyable

it’s freezing and miserable outside but

you’re sat by the fire with joonie

well laid on the couch by the fire falling asleep

as he reads you a bedtime story hahaha

you get through books together at the same time and it’s magical

there’s always something to talk about

whether it’s a debate / discussion about a book

or about something really little like

how you each prefer something and why

and you appreciate the little differences

but you also appreciate how you change and shape each other into better rounded human beings

excuses to be skinshippy with you

*grabs your butt*

“it looked cold”

okay I didn’t say they were good excuses...

Everyone thinks he’s this confident, outgoing guy

but when you’re around he’s all cutesy and always bumping into things

He gets so distracted by you

and he really does try not to perv on you

like he really tries

but his thoughts just come out in one big list of adjectives

that progressively get a little nsfw

“How do I look Joonie?”

“Damn, you’re gorgeous, you’re beautiful, you’re sexy...”

*winks*

Sex isn’t limited to the bedroom

just as you think you’re seeing shy squishy joonie

he takes you into a storage cupboard mid-party

and wow

you swear it’s the best you’ve ever had in your life

but then you find you keep saying that yo yourself

he’s so attentive

it’s all about you

he doesn’t mind if you focus on him later but

it’s more fun when you put just as much attention in at the same time

because your boy gets FLUSTERED

he’s so cool until you touch him just right...

but anyway

back to fluffy content

oops

Namjoon shows you the world

all without travelling

he’s so well educated

so cultured

the works

he’s the best teacher you never asked for

everything is fun

everything is interesting

everything is awesome

and all of this is going to last a lifetime

Jin

He only has eyes for you

way before you become an item

Purposely awkward af when you’re in a conversation with someone who could be a threat

to put them off

Always asking about your well being

He’s just happy that you’re happy

getting to talk to you in the first place makes his day

but then when he asks how you are and you respond with a smile

that really hits the feels

At first he’s so smooth

there’s nothing flawed about him

Then you find out what a dork he is

squeaky laughter

bad jokes

sorta clumsy, even

but he’s still perfect

and still a gentleman

His friends have never seen him laugh so often in his life

you make him look even more radiant

you’re the funniest person to him

even though you never really had yourself down as ‘comedian’

he loves your type of humour

Making breakfast together

back hugs

it’s one of those little things in life

and one of those things that make you miss him more when you’re apart

One night a week is definitely date night

he never misses it or forgets

He makes everything special

even the really little anniversaries / milestones

ones you didn’t even realises were a cause for celebration

“Chocolates? Whatever for?”

“It’s been half a year since we made us public”

“Aw, Jin... You realize people don’t usually get gifts for things like that?”

“I just... I wanted to”

The most generous man

all he needs is that you return the love

and remind him of everything you love about him

especially in bed

he’s in charge

but it’s only because he likes to take care of you

he may not be as daring as some of the other members

but every inch of the house has been covered

very intimate, passionate lover

the love just makes it more special

as well as more sensual for him

emotion is everything

and not a day goes by that he doesn’t think of you with adoration

he brings you back things from a normal food shopping trip

because he was thinking of you

he tries not to make his social media all about you

but at least 50% ends up being that

it works to his advantage though

because girls are still after him

and then that selfie he posted yesterday sends them the message

to back off

he’s so perfect

that none of your estranged school ‘mates’ are having any of it

and after hearing this

he invades your snapchat

selfie after selfie after selfie whilst you’re asleep

and whilst you’re not sure you appreciate that one shot of you being asleep

it shuts all the haters right up

and now they’re probably crying

oh well

he is proud to show you off

“hey everyone! look at this amazing thing my girlfriend/boyfriend did!”

he’ll do anything to make you laugh

anything

if you’re having a bad day then that just won’t do

he’s taking you out

or he’s treating you for a night in

and he’s definitely treating you to his dad jokes

and then you’re in stitches

Jin makes you forget everything that sucks about life

Suga

Too shy to start talking to you

but somehow you exchange numbers one day

So it becomes a heavily text-based friendship that you form

He has to be sure he won’t make a fool of himself

Actions are louder than words

he might not say much about how he feels about you

but there’s gestures every day

like how he brings you coffee to work

or how he offers to pay for food

you figure it out eventually

and you really like him to

but how to say it?...

so anyway, one day, you kiss

you know, casual

“so does this mean...?...”

yes

bam! you’re a couple!

You complete him

and he can’t imagine life without you

nights without you in his bed are lonely

People think he’s cold and indifferent

but you make him soft soft soft

like he’ll pretend not to be ticklish

oh but hahahahaha you find out he is

“Ah! Jagiyaaaa! Hahahahahah!”

Just hug him all the time

sometimes you complain about how you look

but he just smiles at you and you know what it means

Only you can stop him from over-working

he’s just sat at his laptop, eyebrows furrowed

talk dirty to him so he doesn’t go insane

don’t forget to wear his clothes

he loves watching you roam the house in an over sized shirt

those similarities are what he holds onto

if there’s no common ground, then what would be the point, huh?

sharing is caring

one headphone each on bus journeys

you can have some of his fries at the takeaway

big cocktail for you both to have on a night out

under the same blanket on colder days

he loves it when you unexpectedly touch him

drives him crazy

one minute it’s all innocent and lovey dovey

then your hand is on his dick and fuuuuck

too soon?

nah

the programme you were watching is forgotten about

so is all his sense of surroundings

the curtains are wide open and there you are pumping him up and down

and he doesn’t even notice or care

fuck he loves you

not just because of that obvs

but after your first time initiating something more sexual

he does not stop thinking about you

like holy shit this is real

yippie

he loves your kisses

he can’t go a day without

well he can but it’s torture

when aren’t his hands on your waist?

and fuck he still can’t stop kissing you

not too much in public of course

but at home in mid conversation

after every sentence

until there’s just like half an hour silence

and you’re smooching each other’s faces off

you’ll never feel short of love or attention with Yoongi

J-Hope

As soon as he notices you: personality turnaround

Cool, manly, swagger

not a precious easily shook bby at all

He’s kinda distracting

like you’re trying to work here, but

he’s too funny and handsome

and he knows it, even though he’s too modest to admit it

But then one day something moves abruptly

and he gets shook and it’s the cutest thing to you

but he’s so embarrassed

he could just run away forever

because he thinks he done fcked up

wrong!

“aw, cute” you respond

*dorky grin emerges on Hobi’s face*

*comes into work next day on a motorbike*

[think j-dope era]

You make it clear that this doesn’t change your new impression of him

The typical ‘chase’ love story

He likes you but you take a while to give him the time of day to make sure he’s worth it

and he is worth it

there’s like a solid week where he brings you something everyday

and you don’t want this poor boy emptying his wallet so fast

so you give in to how you feel

“okay, okay! I’ll go on a date with you”

but you insist on paying the bill to make up for his troubles

but he won’t have it

you eventually agree to split the bill

and that starts the foundations for

a completely equal relationship

what you give is what you get

a problem shared is a problem halved

and all the other cliches about sharing

excitable cutie pie

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!”

Yeah, he’s kind of gathered that he can’t hide his true self from you

He wants to discover the world with you

he takes risks and tries new things for you

he tries to be braver than he really is

“Let’s go on the rollercoaster y/n!”

“Are you sure Hobi? You screamed so much last time...”

“Well, yeah...

“... That was my first time...

“... and I didn’t know for sure if it was safe...”

sure hobi, sure

The best team

your respective skills combined are all powerful

you can solve any problem together

you become that couple that are great at creating other couples

so many couples dates come out of it

it’s because you’re good at learning people’s true personalities fast

and he’s the best persuader

oh and he’s great at suggesting places to go

everyone enjoys the company of both of you

if only one of you can attend something

everyone asks about the other

you come as a package

“we” instead of “I” comes out in sentences a lot

but it’s not that either of you are too clingy

you both genuinely enjoy each other’s company for extended periods of time

like one day it’ll be like

“it’s the weekend and a bit rubbish weather to go do anything so d’ya wanna come over for the afternoon to watch some movies?”

and then next thing you know

it’s Friday next week

and you’ve been there all this time

whoops

Tries to hide when he’s in the mood at a bad time

but he talks slow and deep without meaning to

so he can never hide from you

and whilst he doesn’t have to tell you he’s turned on

you have your little methods of making him say it aloud

like when you grab his thigh

and then he’s like

“oh fuck I need you”

y/n at your service hobi...

you’re so good to him

that bless his soul

he always says ‘thank you’ afterwards

“you don’t need to thank me Hobi”

“but that was great”

bless

everything is still special as the relationship progresses

and whilst he’s always loved referring to you as his girlfriend / boyfriend

he loves it even more when he gets to say ‘fiance’

fairy tale wedding

he’s like a prince

honeymoon at disney world

because it’s everything your relationship stands for

the rides where Hobi takes risks for you

the fairy tale like love for each other

you even each go for the makeover package one day

it’s probably cringe to a lot of people

but you’re his wife / husband now so he doesn’t care

Jimin

Admires you from a distance

he hates how his friends can so easily talk to you

he wants to be more like them, so he tries hard

Finally, he plucks up the courage to initiate and engage in a proper conversation

“Hey” with a shy smile

Suddenly you become besties

there’s something about Jimin you trust deeply in

He can’t stop smiling around you

you can’t stop smiling around him

eventually you both figure it out

At first, his jaw is aching from all the smiling

he eventually builds up that stamina though

“You’re so pretty”

random compliments for days

giggly couple

you make each other smile too much

your relationship kind of brings him out of his shell

but he will probably always be shy chimchim

and you’re both low key in public

but everyone can see how you look at each other

You’re surprised at how chatty he gets under the covers

because of how shy he usually is

but the bedroom is a totally different story!

“you like that?”

“am I treating you good honey?”

pure fucking sin

like w h e r e d i d t h i s s i d e o f m y c h i m c h i m c o m e f r o m

you call him out on it after a few times

and he’s just like

“what? I was just really getting into it”

and he somehow says that with such innocence

that you’d think he was talking about just a song or something

his voice is music to your ears

seeing ‘I love you’ in a text just isn’t the same

I mean, of course it still means a lot

but you get goosebumps when he says it face to face

adventures in town for hours

it doesn’t matter if no one has money

it’s the quality time that counts

and there are still some free things to enjoy

window shopping and speculating the future

museums

sightseeing

checking out buskers

he doesn’t even dress up particularly for those days

but you’re still impressed

when he’s running about town

you just admire his sweater paws

or he’s reaching up for something in a shop

and a bit of hip shows

and you admire how beautiful his skin tone is

you end up scrimping together like 50p for a second hand film

and it’s rubbish

but it doesn’t matter

you can make your own fun anyway

I’m not saying no one ever has money

the point is that you don’t need it to have a good time together

He’s so glad he plucked up the courage that day way back when to talk to you

Doesn’t beat around the bush

Knows instantly that he has a crush

allows a suitable period of time in which he can get to know you

Asks you out on a date when the time is right

Not afraid to flirt and be a dork

says the most random things

“have you ever thought about what makes a krabby patty?”

I have lots of theories about this but not the right place

and he’s so random

but it only draws you in more

because he’s intriguing

slightly mysterious even

but there’s one he’s crystal clear on

“I really like you y/n”

“I really like you too”

yes, it’s actually as simple as that

He is the most fun boyfriend EVER

it helps that he learned so much about you at the beginning

surprise day trips

little games he’s created

as well as existing games

he makes bets that he knows he will lose

because he wants to treat you

“I bet you won’t find me within 5 minutes in a game of hide and seek!”

“You’re on!”

“Loser has to cook dinner!”

and then he chooses a really bad hiding place

like under a glass table

or behind curtains that don’t reach the ground

and then it turns out the fridge is already choc-a-bloc

sometimes you worry he’s too thoughtful

like that time he skipped something important

just to see you when you were sick

or when he gives you his jacket when it’s freezing cold

but of course you appreciate it

He’s not afraid to flaunt your relationship

costume party? you have to dress up;

he insists you’re gonna be the best dressed couple there

Never forget how special you are

he’s saved himself for you

he always wanted to wait for the right person

and he was going to wait til marriage

but realises that is perhaps outdated

and he feels way too much for you for this not to be genuine

and you show it back too, more than enough for reassurance

[you choose whether you’re showing him the way or if it’s new to you too]

it’s extremely intimate

doesn’t forget to tell you at least 5 times he loves you during

remind him he’s the one and he’ll be putty in your hands

loved up

sexed up

the first time quickly leads into the second third and fourth time

as you spend the entire day in your dressing gowns

it’s a true bonding experience

excuse the unintended pun

you will never feel unloved by tae tae

Jungkook

Shy but treats you like a friend

if he’s giving you witty comments and teasing you then

he definitely has a crush on you

Will fite you

Gaming marathon? You’re on!

all of it is a just quest to impress you though

and all of this happens often over time

and you begin to notice him more

and feel that he has the potential to be more than your friend

so yep, another gaming marathon

intense flirting

heck, he’s surprising himself big time

“what are you gonna do about it?” he says with a smirk

yet he isn’t surprised when

he realises it’s because he’s gotten so comfortable around you

so back to what he said

this is where things get taken up a notch

so what are you gonna do about it?

“depends what you have in mind, kook”

and he knows with your tone that you mean

“either you bust my ass on this game right now or you drop that console and do something about this tension”

that bit is unspoken of course ^

he pauses the game

but he hasn’t let go of the console

he just looks at you

you’re looking back at him trying not to hyperventilate

and then he goes for it

game forgotten about

“come here”

???

“y/n?”

you follow his instruction

this is new - a demanding jungkook

you like it really though

“now, I could be reading this wrong, but...”

*intense passionate kiss*

but afterwards

Still can’t look you in the eye

“Jungkook, you know you can make eye contact with me after...”

and then you pauses because oops you’re hanging with friends

“After WHAT y/n??”

and you’re both shook

“Jungkook?? What happened?!?”

you hang your heads down

and I think your mates assume you fucked or something

even though there was only a kiss

so no one mentions it

because of your lack of response on their questioning back there

so you guys get the space you need

to get your heads around what’s going on here

and actually nothing happens for a good while

the intense friendship continues

until one day

you’re at a party

and he can’t fucking take it anymore

*takes you by the hand to a bedroom*

ooh

then your friends are certain something is going on

when one of them catches you at the party leaving said room

and this is where they bug you both constantly

until you have to ask

“so... what’s going on here?”

“to tell you the truth y/n... I can’t stop thinking about you”

“I can’t stop thinking about you either”

*cutesy kiss*

*less cutesy kiss*

*intense make out*

*low key touching*

yep it’s happening again whoops

so less of the hanky panky talk

til later that is

it’s one of those “they finally got together” things

everyone deep down thought you’d make a good match

it was hard to unsee

once you realise how similar you two are

but not too similar of course

there’d have been no intense banter without those differences

yeah you ‘argue’ a lot

but it’s just part of the passion you have for each other

yeah I’m not going for long without this talk lmao idk what my deal is today

Sensitive lil boy

Whisper in his ear and his boxers tighten

“Problem Jeonggukkie?”

“Yah jagi! That was mean...”

you know because you’re in public

and you know how easy it is to get to him in that way

“guys seriously get a room!”

again, whoops

You still do all those other things you did as mates

you’re basically mates but with a romantic aspect

‘dickhead’ means ‘you’re a loveable idiot’

‘yeah right’ means ‘you’re probably right but I’m not admitting that’

‘fuck’s sake’ means ‘that joke was terrible but really, I find it funny’

it’s like you don’t say what you mean

but you know what each other means

and there’s no overthinking about it

To an outsider, you guys seem extremely casual but this relationship means the world

Hope you guys enjoyed! Headcanon Masterlist

#bts #bts imagines #bts boyfriend #bts scenario #bts fiction #bts headcanons

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kimnamjooonz · 5 years

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Blank Space - Episode 7

Shake It Off

Songs that inspired this Episode:

Shake It Off - Taylor Swift

''Cause the players gonna play, the haters gonna hate, baby, I'm just gonna shake it off. Heartbreakers gonna break, fakers gonna fake, baby, I'm just gonna shake it off.''

It was the fist day of filming and everything had gone pretty smoothly considering what had happened the previous day. Yes, Sebastian and Morgan weren't on speaking terms but at least no one had shouted at anyone. Maybe it was thanks to Damien that had decided to start shooting the first scene between Morgan and Joe. She had to share with Sebastian only half an hour at the end of the evening. ''You were awesome. All of you'' Damien told them. ''You look just like how I imagined you in my dreams. You can leave.'' Everyone was in a happy mood, Joe and Michael were talking about some basketball match and Emily and Sebastian talking about an scene that they had shared. Morgan just hurried away to her trailer to change her clothes. She had a lot of the evening ahead and she wanted to treat herself with a Broadway show. She took off her character's signature 80's leather jacket for her normal clothes. She kept the make up because it was similar to what she wore everyday. The make up department had loved the exclusive shade of red lipstick that Chanel had made for her and decided to use it for Meredith Hathaway. Morgan had loved the idea. She was slowly making her exit and she had even reached the parking lot when she noticed Sebastian walking behind her, not in a very long distance. She wanted to run in order to avoid him but her phone rang in the exact time. Thanks to Taylor that was calling she had the perfect excuse not to give crap about him. He seemed to be avoiding her as he was also looking at his phone. ''What happened?'' she answered a bit harshly. ''Stop sounding so angry, Morgan. Don't be insufferable.'' damn Taylor that seemed to be in a mocking mood. ''Business calls. I need you to meet me at the Starbucks that's near the apartment.'' ''Taylor, if you want coffee, get it and then we talk in the apartment.'' ''Just do it. It's important. See you in twenty minutes'' then she hung up. Morgan was quite confused but she did exactly what Taylor said and without glancing at Sebastian she left the place.

It was an enormous surprise when she got off her Porsche in the front of the Starbucks and the first thing she saw was Sebastian getting off his Jaguar. In his defence he was as surprised as she was. ''Are you following me?'' she asked with sarcasm, forgetting that they weren't on speaking terms. ''Yeah, because I have absolutely nothing better to do with my time'' he answered back. Even Morgan admired his sarcasm. She didn't say anything and just went into the shop looking for Taylor and mentally cursing her for not talking at the apartment, like any normal person would do. She had no intentions to learn about Sebastian business there. She finally spotted Taylor, sitting on a remote table with a woman she hadn't seen before. She was heading there when she noticed Sebastian following her. ''Really mate, this is getting creepy. Go and get another table, this place is enormous.'' ''Sorry Llewellyn but I can't. I'm meeting my agent and she's sitting right next to yours if I'm not mistaken.'' Sebastian enjoyed the way that Morgan's face chanced. ''I dare to say, princess, that we're in trouble.'' Damn, he was right. And she hated to admit it. ''What is this Taylor?'' she asked, still with a harsh voice. ''Emily, what is the meaning of this madness?'' Sebastian asked his agent. It seemed that for once, Morgan and Sebastian agreed on something: this whole reunion stuff was useless. ''Hello to you too, Sebastian.'' Sebastian didn't say anything. He was giving a fair share of angry glances to everyone there. Morgan was doing exactly the same with a very similar expression. The likeness between the two of them was noticeable. Their personalities were pretty much alike, even though they were never going to see it. ''Look, Emily, Morgan and I fought yesterday, but is okay now, isn't it Morgan?'' It wasn't. But the easiest way out of that situation was to agree with Sebastian, shake his hand, get the hell out of there and go straight to Broadway. ''Yes, he's right. Who told you of this, Taylor?'' Morgan was making a mental list of people who could have told their managers about the fight. She immediately discarded Lucas, that young man was loyal to her from head to toe. ''Damien'' ''Damn it'' Morgan and Sebastian said at the same time. They couldn't do anything against Damien. ''He just wants peace in the set'' said Emily. ''And he doesn't want the media to learn about your fight'' said Taylor. ''In the eyes of the world you two are perfect friends. Understood?'' Both of them nodded. Apparently there was an easy way out of the situation. Damien just wanted to put some sense into their heads. ''Okay. What do you want us to do?'' Sebastian asked. ''Like each other picture's on Instagram? Comment nice things? Praise each other? There's so much love between us... yay!'' ''Do you think is going to be that easy?'' Emily almost laugh at him. ''If you make us date, I swear I'm out'' said an angry Morgan. Sebastian was furiously nodding. ''No one here is going to date anyone'' Taylor was quickly to calm Morgan down. ''We just want you two to be friends. Or make people believe that you are. And it starts today.'' Both of them groaned. They just wanted peace and quiet and be as far away from each other as possible. ''What are you making us do?'' asked Sebastian, sensing defeat. ''You two are going to the basketball match at the Madison Square Garden with the rest of the cast'' said Emily. Well, it wasn't that bad after all. It ruined her Broadway night but at least it was a bearable option. ''Together'' added Taylor. ''What?'' Morgan and Sebastian asked at the same time. ''It's just a show of fraternal love. You just have to put a nice show to the media. Improvise. You two are actors.'' Sebastian and Morgan weren't at all happy with the agreement. ''I have a girlfriend'' said Sebastian, as if it was some valuable excuse. Morgan just wanted to punch him in the face. ''Do you understand the meaning of fraternal?'' Emily teased him. ''Look, Sebastian, not Damien or the studio care that you have a girlfriend. They care about you and Morgan getting on well off screen. You two are going to Madison Square together and stop complaining please.'' For the second time that evening, Morgan and Sebastian were agreeing on something else: they were not going to give up without a fight. ''But I had a date'' Sebastian complained. ''You cancel it!'' Emily was losing her chill. ''I don't care! No one cares! You're going.'' Morgan let Sebastian fight her battle. Maybe he could convince his agent and free himself from a night alongside Morgan. And she'd be free from him. Maybe her Broadway night wasn't ruined yet. ''And at least can I go with Florence?'' he asked. So Florence was her name. Interesting... Taylor was checking on Morgan's facial expression but it never changed. It remained stony and a little indifferent. ''For the love of God, no. You can't. In which language do I have to tell you? Let me put it simply: no one cares about your girlfriend. The only thing you'd get out of this is to anger your fanbase. You'd get nasty comments on social media and I don't need that nor does the studio. On the other hand, people know Morgan and they like her.'' Sebastian knew that Emily was right. Morgan was the new darling of the media and the Internet loved her. She was the beautiful lovely damsel that came from a fairytale town to conquer Hollywood on her astounding strength of character. A modern heroine. ''You two are going together. That's our last word.'' ''Anything to say?'' Taylor asked Morgan who had been in silence for a longer time that it was usual on her. At least she wasn't making things difficult. Then Taylor realised that it was a cunning strategy. She was making Sebastian look like the whiny idiot while she was being the obedient good girl. Smart. Taylor had to admire her. ''No. I understand this is for the best.'' she shot a look at Sebastian that clearly meant 'Unlike others'. ''Pick me up at eight.'' she said to Sebastian. ''Don't be late'' her voice was soft but it made clear that this was an order. With a nod of her head she said goodbye to everybody and left. ''This is how I expected you to behave, Sebastian'' Emily was reprimanding him as if he were a misbehaving child. ''She's ten years younger that you but she is more mature.'' It was really hard for Taylor not to laugh. Morgan, mature? She was the prime example of immaturity and not acting her age. But she had an especial ability at deluding people. ''What? Emily! She was as outraged at this idea as much as I was. That she didn't say anything doesn't mean that...'' ''That makes her smarter that you. She didn't start whining about having a date. That was you'' Emily was really pretty pissed with him. ''Now leave. Make sure not to be late and ruin things even more.''

Five minutes before eight he was waiting at the hall of Morgan's apartment building. Emily had texted him the address and she had got it through Taylor as he still didn't have Morgan's number. Exactly thirty seconds before eight, the elevator's doors opened and Morgan made her appearance. Sebastian couldn't help staring at her. She was hands down, the most beautiful person he'd ever been around. After all, the more beautiful a snake was, the more dangerous and venomous. Morgan seemed to go by those rules. She was dressed simply, with ripped black skinny jeans, ankle high heeled boots, a long sleeved top with the word 'Rep' in gothic letters (that Sebastian had absolutely no idea that she had bought at the Taylor Swift merch store) and a leather jacket. She was wearing her black hair in perfectly careless waves and of course that she was wearing her signature red lipstick. She looked fierce and gorgeous. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, taking him out of his daze. ''Let's get going.'' He just followed her. Morgan wondered why she couldn't go alone, in her own car. More than anything she just wanted to avoid getting in a closed space with Sebastian Stan. Also, running him over with her Porsche was tempting. He unlocked his car and Morgan immediately went and opened the door herself, not giving him a chance to be a gentleman. Two months ago, the perspective of getting into a car with Sebastian Stan was part of her wildest dreams. Now, she just wanted to be anywhere else, specially at Broadway, seeing Daniel Radcliffe's new play. ''Look, I know we're not on the best of terms but...'' he started. ''Just save it. None of us want to be here, okay? Just make it easier for both of us and don't say a thing. I don't really want to hear your voice right now.'' she put her headphones on and started listening to something that Sebastian thought it was electronic music. She was actually listening to Ed Sheeran. His voice was the only thing that soothed her enough not to open the door and jump out of the moving car. Maybe with a little bit of luck she was left stranded near Broadway. Sebastian had had many uncomfortable encounters with women before but this was one of the worse (if not the absolute worst) he could remember. Morgan was there, with her beautiful face totally expressionless, listening to music and probably thinking about all the places rather be than with him. Morgan's rejection hurt him a little. Maybe it was just his pride screaming for attention or... maybe he just wanted to know her better. It was a relief for both of them when they reached their destination. Madison Square Garden was as spectacular as always with bright lights everywhere, full of people and the atmosphere of utter enthusiasm. Someone else would be blinded by the place but not Morgan and Sebastian. They were made for this kind of environments. Morgan took her headphones off and looked at him. There was something different in her gaze. Not dislike or indifference but complicity. It was as if he could read her thoughts. She was inviting him to make the performances of their lives not only to make the world believe that they were friends but that they were a team to be wary of. ''Ready to shine?'' she asked. ''Completely.'' It was as if for a moment everything was perfect between them. Sebastian wished that it was always like that. They got off the car at the same time. The parking lot was empty but once they reached the doors, it was full of people, most of them photographers. They knew exactly what they needed to do: just talk, with sincere smiles on their faces and their body language should tell that they were having a great time. They were pulling this off to perfection. Flashes were surrounded them but they just acted as if they were invisible and kept talking. Their topic of conversation was the weather. Morgan had decided to play it safe. Any other kind of topic could spark a disagreement that was going to end in a fight, probably. They ended their conversation when they were finally guided into the VIP section. ''A question'' he stopped her in her tracks. ''Do we have to keep this sham in front of the others too?'' ''Of course. We're the real life versions of Sponge Bob and Patrick, okay?'' Of all the best friends duos she had to choose this one. ''Okay, Llewellyn, but we both know that Bob and Patrick were more than friends.'' Of all the things he could have said, or not said at all, this was his best comment. Shocking. ''Okay, so Sponge Bob and Sandy, happy? Now shut up and smile.'' This was probably the first civilized conversation he had had with Morgan Llewellyn. And it was about Sponge Bob. Well played, Sebastian, well played. Morgan spotted the rest of her cast mates who were looking at them with the weirdest glances ever. ''What the hell is this?'' Joe asked to Michael and Emily. ''Yesterday they wanted to decapitate each other and now they are all smiley and friendly. What the hell happened here?'' ''Ask them yourself because I really don't know.'' Emily couldn't believe her eyes. ''Hello, people!'' a happy Morgan greeted them. Sebastian was standing beside her, smiling. ''Hi'' Michael's eyes went from Morgan to Sebastian. ''Are you two friends now?'' he was the only one who was brave enough to ask that to them directly. ''Yes.'' it was Sebastian who answered. ''We had just a silly misunderstanding.'' he placed his hand between Morgan's shoulders. ''I was missing on an very special person.'' he looked at Morgan with a smile. ''Friends will be friends'' she said, shooting him a nice smile. Sebastian would have loved that this version of Morgan were her real self. She was adorable. It was sad to know that it was just an act. But he also knew that if the real Morgan had been like that, he'd have fallen in love with her in two seconds after meeting her. It was her personality that stood in the way. She had some intriguing vibes that had attracted Sebastian since the first minute and she was enigmatic. Without counting that she was absolutely gorgeous. She was a mess, but the kind of mess he liked. No one said much more because the match was about to start. He was wondering what Morgan was doing to him. ''Wait a second'' he stopped her again. ''How do we proceed?'' ''We just comment the match between us, react to it and cheer a little. Remember that you're supposed to be having the time of your life.'' They sat side by side, the others were still waiting for one of them to snap and start a fight in the middle of Madison Square Garden. But that moment was not going to come any time soon. ''Can you see how pretty they look when they're not fighting?'' Emily asked. ''They're an absolutely gorgeous pair.'' Michael was looking at them. Sebastian was showing something to Morgan on his phone and she was laughing. When the match started they did exactly what Morgan had said. Sebastian was commenting stuff from to her time to time and mostly talking to Morgan. It didn't look like a night out of a whole group but more like Sebastian and Morgan on a date. They were also cheering on the team, high fiving each other and pulling the stunt to perfection. Only they knew that this supposed friendship was fake. But even if none of them was ever going to admit it, they were having a really good time. At some point Morgan was filming some videos and sending them to Clint. She was in Madison Square Garden watching the New York Knicks with Sebastian Stan. This was Morgan's 2013 dream come true. Clint needed to know about this. Sebastian was shooting furtive glances to Morgan's phone to see who she was texting to. He was quite shocked to see that she was texting to a gorgeous dark haired man. So shocked that he spoke before thinking. ''Who is him?'' Morgan was going to answer with a snarky 'that's none of your business' but they were in public. And it was just Clint, it was no problem to reveal who he was. ''This is my brother, Clint.'' she zoomed on Clint's profile pic so Sebastian could see him better. He wanted to punch himself on the face. He could totally see the resemblance between the siblings: the same black hair, the same condescending smile and the same facial structure, as if them both were carved by the angels themselves. The only difference was in the eyes as Clint lacked Morgan's electrifying dark blue ones. ''Wow'' he mumbled. ''Is he a model?'' ''No. He's a rugby player.'' ''Where do people like you two come from? You two are just on another level of gorgeous.'' he was still speaking without thinking. ''Thank you'' she said, this time without sarcasm. She knew that Sebastian was being honest and she was quick at accepting praise, from whoever it came from. ''And we are from Wales.'' She left Sebastian processing something she didn't know and concentrated in a text from her brother. ''MSG may be cool and everything but tell me tomorrow. New season of Doctor Who just started. It has Sheffield, Jodie Whittaker, kebab being thrown, a new sonic screwdriver... damn, sis, I'm crying.'' ''Oh my God'' she mumbled. She couldn't believe that her favourite show has premiered and she wasn't watching it. ''Are you OK?'' Sebastian asked with concern. He may not be in the best terms with his co-star but if she felt bad or if she was uncomfortable he was going to do the impossible to help her. ''No, I mean yes but I missed the Doctor Who's season premiere.'' ''What is that?'' She was so shocked at missing the episode that she even forgot to accuse Sebastian as an uncultured swine for not knowing Doctor Who. ''A show that means a lot to me.'' So, Morgan Llewellyn was a geek, or something close to that. Interesting, he wouldn't have imagined that from her. It was entertaining to find little things about her. They watched the last quarter in silence but at the eyes of the world they seemed interested in the match. But they were lost in their thoughts. Morgan was cursing herself. How could she had forgotten about Doctor Who? And even if she had remembered, there was nothing that she could have done to watch it because she'd have had to be stuck there with Sebastian, one way or another. Sebastian's thoughts were completely different. He was thinking about Morgan. He still haven't made up her mind about her and it was a much deeper thing that simply liking or disliking her. When he had seen her for the first time it was like love and hate at first sight. Morgan was special in all the ways, good and bad. He knew that there was more about her than what he had seen, who she really was behind that superstar mask. Somehow, and he didn't have a reasonable explanation to this, he felt a connection with her. He wanted her out of his life as soon as possible but at the same time he wanted to keep her near him forever. Sometimes he wished he'd never met her but at the same time he felt that meeting her was the biggest blessing of his life. It was like meeting his soulmate but with a sinister twist. She was everything he ever wanted but the last thing he needed. But what was he doing thinking about soulmates when he already had a girlfriend? But he was pretty sure that no matter how hard he tried, Florence wasn't his soulmate. He was more confused than ever. On one side he had the prospect of a peaceful life with Florence. It was nice and everyone would be more than pleased to have something like this in their lives. But on the other side there was Morgan who was the embodiment of endless excitement. She was someone that could never be domesticated, never, in a million years, of that Sebastian was sure. Just getting Morgan to like him was a challenge, he couldn't begin to imagine how hard would be to convince her to date him one day. It was like choosing with his heart or with his brain. If the next three months he'd had the chance of making that choice, he had the answer clear. He'd go with his heart and jump straight into Morgan Llewellyn's chaotic web. He didn't know how much time he had spent thinking all this stuff and staring at Morgan's perfect side profile but the rest of the cast had noticed and were even mumbling the words of Alicia Keys' song Fallin' as a joke. Thankfully Morgan was too concentrated in the game to notice. ''Should we take a selfie to proclaim to the world our undying friendship?'' she asked with a voice full of sarcasm. ''Of course. Nothing would make me happier'' he had the same level of sarcasm in his voice as hers. They looked so happy in the picture that no one would have guessed that their emotions were fake as hell. When the game ended, the only thing they wanted was to leave. Sebastian was finally shaking those weird thoughts off his mind and just wanted to be away from Morgan. But at the same time he was disappointed that the night had ended so quickly. Damn his contradicting mind.

P.S. Thanks to everyone that’s been reading and liking this stuff. It means a lot to me. I think we all want our life to be like Morgan, especially me at this exact moment. Sometimes I wonder why did I have to grow up and deal with this bullshit called life and I think that the last time I was truly happy was back in 2008 singing High School Musical songs with no worries in the world. But I have two options: curl into a ball and cry or grab life by the balls like Seb would do. I think I’m going for the second option. Well, I needed to get that out of my chest. And also writing this stories give me life and make me a lot happier so thanks for reading.;)

#sebastian stan fanfiction #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan imagine #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #marvel #MCU fanfiction #mcu #The Avengers #mcu cast #marvel cast

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judyhopps934-mt-zd · 4 years

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Thoughts on Chat Blanc

Warning: Spoilers! That's all. Press Keep Reading to continue.

I honestly don’t know what happened with the original post. Well, I am copying and pasting from my last one.

I watched the French Version with English subtitles. But I don't speak French. I then watched it in the English Dub.

Gabriel's monologue to Emeline. Still can't believe all the trouble that he's going through to revive her.

The girls believing that today would be the day that Marinette tells Adrien how she feels to the point Alix bets on her rollerblades that she won't and Rose bets on her unicorn plushie that she will.

Everyone groaning that Marinette returned with the gift in hand was a mood. We are all too used to this fam.

But...I relate with Marinette overthinking the situation. Telling someone you love them is super hard because you fear their reaction. You fear that things will be awkward from now on. You just fear what will happen. I'm not crying you are.

Also, Adrien has a 5th name?????? What????

But what's even more interesting is Rose's ultimatum to Marinette: tell Adrien or we won't hang out with you anymore until you do. She obviously has had enough of Marinette's stalling. It definitely was not because she lost Princess Twinklepeach (her unicorn) to Alix. Slamming the picnic basket on Marinette's hand was very shocking. Like all of this is shocking. We've never seen Rose so fed up by the drama. Princess Fragrance who? This is the first time we've seen her this angry. I for some reason love it. Also, the other girls were also like "what the hell Rose???"

Everyone then chants for her, elevating self confidence.In the French Version, they chant “Marinette!”. In the English dub, its “Go!”. All rise!

She almost does it. Today was the day! She was not going to take no for an answer. But...

...Nathalie says "no". What the hell Nathalie??? And she will not tell her when Adrien comes back. I swear the universe is against Adrienette peoples.

Tikki suggests giving the gift to Adrien at school the next day, but after Rose's speech/ultimatum, Marinette is determined to get it to him today. This will be a problem later on.

Tikki sensed that Marinette would use her powers as Ladybug to give him the gift. And Marinette was overconfident that no one will notice. Oh boy...

Adrien looking at Marinette with this soft expression. He loves her for her and you can't tell me otherwise!

The whole fangirling over being in Adrien's room was the main reason why the chain of events happened, but who are we to blame. If we were in Marinette's shoes, we would most likely do the same, so let's not be too salty.

Nathalie, he was like 30 minutes late for reasons such as the award ceremony taking forever and giving Kagami a ride. Not everything has to be stuck on a rigid schedule. He's a teen. Cut him some slack.

The card was not signed, so she signed it last minute and left as soon as Adrien entered the room. Oh boy...

And Adrien once again connects the dots that Ladybug and Marinette are the same person. And also figured out that the boy Ladybug likes is himself. Adrien haters can go home. Our boy is smart. End of story.

Plagg trying to disconnect the dots and protesting the thought that Ladybug and Marinette are the same person is somewhat hilarious but understandable and relatable. We want the Love Square, but when we try to disconnecting the dots in some cases, we would do what he's doing.

What annoys me is that he knows unintentionally, but does not have to tell her he's Chat Noir. I get it, but honesty is very important.

Ladybug encounters Bunnyx, who comes to her all like "something major happened in the future that's disastrous". Its time.

As Bunnyx plays the timeline like VHS, Ladybug gets the curiosity of the Burrow. To be honest, it looks radical dude! And Ladybug, no matter how powerful she is, is still a curious teenager at heart. I like that we get to see this.

At this point, Bunnyx puts the bowl on her head to prevent her from seeing more of the timelines under the pretext of would she want to see what she gets for her next birthday.

And Bunnyx shows her the dystopian reality of Chat Blanc. All she has to do is capture the Akuma and restore order.

Boy Paris has been obliterated, as well as the moon. Oh wow.

Meanwhile, Bunnyx would be observing the events and do the best she can to prevent this from happening.

Chat singing to himself is adorable, but also bittersweet considering the circumstances. Ladybug recognizes him and he recognizes her.

She definitely is worried and he is definitely glad to see her, especially because she has the Ladybug Miraculous.

He apologizes for being rude and grabbing her earrings, but also ends up asking politely and saying that he ran into some problems.

She explains that he's akumatized and would need to be de-evilized. Then...

The most heartbreaking moment happens: Chat asks to be saved as a tear falls from his face, which Ladybug wipes away. But...

As she looks for his akuma, he starts attacking her again. Whyyyyy???

I am getting the feeling that based on his mood changes, he's conflicted on what he wants and the thoughts of wanting to be freed and wanting to fix everything are causing an inner turmoil and creating a double personality or something like that. I don't know how to word it.

As Chat Blanc goes after Ladybug, he calls her Marinette, which shocks her because how would Chat know if she never told her? Which prompts Bunnyx to do an investigation of the timeline.

Apparently, the timeline where Marinette used her Ladybug powers to give him the gift was NOT the timeline she remembered, since Future Alix had the unicorn, which she was forced to turn over on the alternative timeline.

And now we take a break for the following: Why Alix? Why did you lose hope on Marinette telling Adrien that she loves him?????? Yes, we've seen it fail every time, but we still believe (well, most of us).

Quick question: Why was Marinette's hair down when she gets to her friends? What happened to her hair ties??? Was this a stylistic choice? WE NEED ANSWERS!!!

I confirmed in the English Dub that Marinette told her friends that she was very convincing.

Also, the way the girls shoved Marinette in front of Adrien. Very subtle.

And the moment that we've all been waiting for: Adrien's confession. He says that he realized that she meant more to him and now he understands why.

Now before you all get salty, hear me out. If you still believe that Adrien would only love Marinette because she's Ladybug, then you obviously have not taken the time to listen to the masterpiece called "Ce mur qui nous sépare" (The Wall that Separates Us) and have not read the translated lyrics if you don't speak or understand French. My point? In one of Lenni-Kim's Verses before the duet portion, he sings that he feels unfaithful to Ladybug when he thinks of her and his heart is in a duel. By "he", I mean Adrien (this is the Love Square song after all) and by "her", I mean Marinette. Adrien loves both Marinette and Ladybug, but he believed that they were two different people. Now that he knows they are the same person, it eases his mind. And if you don't believe me, rewatch Origins when Chat fell in love with Ladybug even though she messed up and look at the soft expressions that Adrien makes at Marinette through the series. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I don't take criticism very well.

"Does this mean you like the beret?" Really Marinette??? He's confessing his love for you and you assume this is about the beret. To be honest, full mood because it feels like a dream.

Here it is folks: Adrien told Marinette he loves her. I repeat: ADRIEN TOLD MARINETTE THAT HE LOVES HER!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! (Well, it kind of is, but let me have this).

And then, ADRIENETTE KISS!!! I am the girls on this when it comes to me wanting to squeal in joy.

But somehow this is really bad to Bunnyx. Also we see super Cataclysm (which is called Mega Cataclysm in the English dub). Hmm...

But let's enjoy the Love Square for now. Adrienette hug and Chloé being infuriated. Serves you right Chloé Bourgeois.

Adrienette dance during a hangout with friends. And Luka being chill as always.

Adrienette eating André's ice cream together. Aww!

Adrienette making onto the news, where Marinette broke everyone's hearts by being with Adrien. And they attended an event together. All is right in the world as our two children are happy with each other.

Then Chat explains how everything was great until Hawkmoth found out about it all, stating that their love caused the catastrophe. Well, isn't that a little foreshadowing?

How did it happen? Well, Gabriel decided to be trash, had Nathalie go to the Dupain-Cheng bakery with him via tablet, and demands Marinette to stop seeing Adrien because she hurts the brand?????? Anyone care to storm the Agreste mansion to beat him up?? Gabriel, you do not go around and demand people to stop being happy. What the hell is wrong with you???

She did not do anything wrong and thank you Tom Dupain for being the best father in the world by defending Adrienette. He legit says Adrienette right peoples!!!

And Gabriel decides to be even more trashy by threatening to withdraw Adrien from school. DUDE- I MEAN SIR, I WILL COME TO PARIS MYSELF AND PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE FOR BREAKING THE HAPPINESS OF MY SWEET CHILDREN!

Marinette is willing to sacrifice her happiness for Adrien's freedom. Gabriel is the worst father known to the universe in any dimension! Adrien does not deserve any punishment you dole out at him, Marinette didn't do anything wrong, and you deserve to rot in hell and be thrown out of the bakery by Tom.

Tom's French voice sounds really gruff when angry. Just saying.

Gabriel is trash for making Marinette break up with Adrien. It was so hard for her to do so that she ran off. It even broke Adrien as he cried and begged Gorilla to let him go after her.

Plan? What plan Nathalie?????

Hawkmoth? Marinette being his ultimate masterpiece???? What the freaking hell is going on peoples?????? He did all that just so she can akumatize her???? ROT IN HELL GABRIEL AGRESTE!

Adrien sees the Akuma head towards Marinette and then TRANSFORMS INTO CHAT NOIR OUT IN THE OPEN TO SAVE HER. THIS IS TRUE LOVE PEOPLES AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND!

He Cataclysms the akuma and calls her M'lady. At first she's shocked, but we get the MARICHAT HUG PEOPLES!!!

But, Nathalie sees and tells Gabriel that Adrien is Chat Noir. She looks like she is in shock and thought she would talk some sense into him. Boy was she wrong.

But what's even more disturbing: Hawkmoth/Gabriel feels no remorse about his actions. Not surprising, but still shocking. Any sympathy has dissipated for good. He uses the fact that his son is Chat Noir only so he can abuse him more. He's a monster, end of story.

Chat knows about the merging for a wish fact. He wishes to fix everything that happened so he can live happily with Marinette and even mentions the hamster. By the way, what is the hamster's name??? I WANNA KNOW!

After Ladybug attacks again to get the akuma, Chat Blanc states she doesn't listen. And she falls into the waterworld that the moon's destruction caused. The visuals of this waterworld are beautiful though.

Hawkmoth: the ever selfish piece of trash holds a defense stance, Ladybug holds a stance in which she reaches out to something. This is important later on.

The final battle with Hawkmoth leads them to Emeline's grave, in which Hawkmoth lets Adrien know that he knows his identity. And Hawkmoth decides to traumatize his dear son by showing him his mother's dead body an lets on that he is Gabriel. What the hell?????

Him asking why is just so heartbreaking. The betrayed feeling is too much. Too much that he ALMOST CATACLYSMS HIS OWN FATHER. But there's more to come.

GABRIEL! YOU DO NOT WACK YOUR SON AS IF HE WERE A BASEBALL! PEOPLES, WE NEED TO ADOPT ADRIEN RIGHT NOW!!!!

Gabriel uses manipulation to lure Adrien to help him. Saying that they will revive Emeline and that Ladybug does not love him if she refuses to give up her Miraculous. Ladybug tries to warn him of the dangers of making the ultimate wish.

Poor Chat. He's under too much pressure as his mind is at war between the greater good of Paris and his mother being revived. And that trash of Hawkmoth decides to akumatize him in the moment of his breakdown.

Adrien, can I hug you? I to some extent know how you feel regarding breakdowns. I'm so sorry that you had to go through one.

Hawkmoth gives Chat ultimate power and commands him to obey him so that they could get Ladybug's Miraculous. Heaven knows he tried to resist, but he accepted the powers of the Akuma, apologizing to Ladybug in the process.

And this even affects him even after he was akumatized. This mind battle has affected him greatly that he could not shoot Ladybug and aimed at Hawkmoth, who he couldn't shoot either. He decided to take his own life (pretty dark for a children's show, I know), but ended up destroying the moon and Paris.

Ladybug sees this and Chat Blanc explains he had no intention to, asking her to help him fix this mess. But he decides to destroy THE WHOLE DANG UNIVERSE! Because he believes Ladybug no longer loves him.

Because he triggers the end of the world, she says she will give him her Miraculous. She warms up to him, saying that he will always be Chat Noir to her even if he's Chat Blanc (I'm not crying, you're crying)...

...only for her to take the bell that he hinted to Ladybug where the Akuma is. Deakumatization Time folks!

After being deakumatized, he looks at the purified akuma. He's grateful that he's freed. And everything is freed!

But he still calls Ladybug Marinette and he's not supposed to know. If she uses Miraculous Ladybug at that moment, then he will still know that Ladybug is Marinette. Poor Chat looks deflated at the fact that he cannot know about Ladybug's identity.

But then there's the big idea to fix everything. And the hug that grants me extra life.

The eraser would be thrown at the moment of the incident because the future was the result of a mistake that she made in the past.

Ladybug knew that Adrien saw her in his room and pieced together the fact that she is Marinette because she signed the note. From there it made sense that she would not be entirely sure, but really? She thought that Adrien blabbed to someone, who started a chain of news until it was all over the news??? If only she knew.

Alix believed that Adrien told Nino, who told Alya, who posted this on the Ladyblog. At least Marinette believes in her friends.

The best kept secrets are the ones you never share. Facts. No way to worry about the cat being let out of the bag if it wasn't let out to anyone in the first place.

Ladybug shoves Ladybug out of the way. I relate to the Ladybug who is confused by what is going on and why she was shoved out of the way. And the Ladybug who saw the future erases what the other Ladybug wrote. Interesting.

Miraculous Ladybug! Everything is fixed and Bunnyx cheers on the fact that she still won the bet with Rose. Oh wow.

Ladybug's excuse for why she was in Adrien's room was very interesting. Apparently, Adrien has a Brazilian fan club who wanted the gift to be delivered today, but could not get it delivered on time with out Ladybug because of a postal strike. And claims that they are serious fans for knowing about his fifth name. I still don't get how Adrien has five names, but I think it's cool.

Plagg you cheese loving kwami. Why would anyone send cheese??? (Forgive me Plaggg, but for the most part, I hate cheese okay?) Let people send berets if they want to!

So Bunnyx knows who Ladybug is and a few other things too. Apparently, Ladybug chose Alix because she can keep secrets. Oh dang. What does Alix know in the present that we don't know?

Marinette's excuse for not giving the gift to Adrien: what happened initially with Adrien being late home. Her excuse for not having the gift: she left it at home and was going to lie, but she couldn't do it.

Also: 563rd time????? Oh boy. That's crazy, but I understand.

Everyone is happy peoples. At least in the girl group.

Chat singing to himself now: so sweet that I wanna hug him.

Ladybug called him over to say she did it. He has no idea what happened, but he's fine with it.

That last moment was LADYNOIR PEOPLES! Let on by Ladybug! Marinette is definitely warming up to Chat Noir! My heart can't. It's my profile pic lol.

Overall, this is the best episode this season. We got the LOVE SQUARE! Adrienette, Marichat, Ladrien, and Ladynoir in that order! Also, this episode showed us how much of a power couple the Love Square could be. However, it showed us how Gabriel Agreste is trash and the danger of a reveal before Hawkmoth's defeat. And how Adrien would feel about his father being Hawkmoth and knowing he stored his mom's body in a basement. Also, let's storm the Agreste Mansion, beat the daylights out of Gabriel, and adopt Adrien. He's our child now. And I wish the Love Square is real. Plays "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele and "Ce mur qui nous sépare".

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Born Singer

By Ash

I always loved going to my best friends’ concerts. They always let me go in for free, usually getting me a decent seat.

Sometimes I’d catch them seeking me out in the crowd, grinning and winking when they spotted me, making all of the ARMYs around me go crazy.

Today was special. They were doing the first of their “2015 BTS Live Trilogy: Episode I, BTS Begins” concerts.

So far, they’d performed perfectly. They opened with their song “Jump,” and now the concert was coming to an end.

I was as excited as everyone around me. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Watching as your best friends achieve their dreams was an amazing feeling.

I watched in anticipation. They’d refused to let me know what song they would be concluding with - they even kept it a secret from the public.

They’d performed “Miss Right” as one of the two encore songs. The second one was, so far, still a mystery.

There was a hush as the seven boys arranged themselves onstage, standing in a circle, facing inwards.

My brow creased as I tried to remember what song’s choreography started like this. None came to mind.

The lights went down, and the glow of thousands of ARMY Bombs filled the arena. I caught them all looking around, marveling at the beautiful sight.

For a moment, there was nothing. Then the large screen behind them went dark, and suddenly displayed words.

“Born Singer.”

My eyes widened. I remembered them mentioning singing and releasing this song when they were younger, around the time when I met Jimin and eventually the rest of BTS.

“I’m a born singer, a little belated confession, I swear.”

Jungkook’s voice was angelic, taking my breath away as I stared down at him and the other boys in shock.

“The mirage that always seemed so far away is now before my eyes, it’s here.”

I sang along under my breath, knowing the singing verses of the song by heart. I was the first one that they showed this song to, all the way back in 2013. They were so proud, having successfully parodied the original song and created something that meant everything to them.

“I’m a born singer. Perhaps an early confession.”

Taehyung took over as Jungkook lowered his microphone from his lips, his deep voice filling the stadium. My eyes closed on their own, taking in the sound of his voice. But I opened them again, watching the boys in silence.

“But I’m so happy, I’m good.”

A small smile crossed my face, and my eyes grew misty as I saw their eyes shining with unshed tears. This meant the world to them, and to perform this song live to thousands of people who love them must have been a very powerful moment.

“Suga!”

Namjoon’s prerecorded voice boomed through the stadium, and Yoongi raised his microphone to his lips upon hearing the cue.

“The very first stage we stood under the name Bangtan, I revisit how we felt about our first stage 3 years ago.”

I smiled, remembering the very stage Yoongi spoke of. Their debut stage, years ago, before they’d grown large enough to attract this kind of attention.

“Still I’m nothing different from a rural Daegu rapper but, I wrote the word ‘pro’ on top of 'amateur’.”

I watched as Yoongi took a breath, his eyes flickering over the crowd and over his bandmates. They all wore smiles, and he pressed on.

“While rapping and dancing on the stage I wanted so badly. I feel yet alive, the tiresome trip to work and back home.”

I heard many ARMYs singing along softly, but others remained still and silent, allowing the Yoongi’s voice to be the only sound in the arena.

“I can withstand such troubles because my people are watching me. Because even if my body hurts, the cheers come rolling in.”

There were scattered cheers at his declaration, and for a split second I saw his face stretch into a smile. The others smiled as well, looking fondly around at their ARMY.

“Before and after debut difference lies on the boundary between idol and rapper. Living on, my notebook’s still filled with rhymes. In the waiting room and between performances I hold a pen and write the lyrics.”

I laugh lightly, remembering how many times I saw him writing furiously in a notebook, his face twisted in concentration. Sometimes he would get so wrapped up in his own little world that literally anything could happen around him and he wouldn’t bat an eye. We once had a game where we would see how much distraction we could cause before Yoongi noticed what was going on and started yelling at us.

“This is how I am, did something about me change before your eyes? Damn! Shit, I’m still the same. I changed, you say? What? Go and tell them.”

Yoongi took a quick breath, before finishing his rap.

“Without change, I keep my essence, I’m still rapperman. Unchanging since 3 years ago. I rap, and sing, I’m out.”

He lowered the microphone from his lips, and one of his hands moved on its own, rubbing underneath his eyes.

Jungkook sang again, his voice giving me chills just like it had before.

“I’m a born singer. A little belated confession, I swear. The mirage that always seemed so far away is now before my eyes, it’s here.”

Jin raised his microphone, his eyes darting around at the crowd, looking a little nervous, but it melted away as he heard the ARMYs begin to cheer for him.

“I’m a born singer. Perhaps an early confession. But I’m so happy, I’m good.”

The last note of his verse hung in the air as Namjoon began to rap into his microphone.

“Truthfully, I was afraid, I said I’d show them all but I was afraid of proving myself. The fact that a kid who grew up on pens and books is now surprising the world, I dunno.”

I couldn’t help the smile that overtook my face again as I remembered how smart Namjoon was. He certainly had grown up on books and pens, and it showed in how he talked and acted. But all the same, he was Rap Monster, and he definitely had surprised the world.

“I was afraid I’d stand asymmetrical to the world’s expectations, in case I betray all those who had faith in me. I straighten my heavy shoulders and go up on my first stage.”

Namjoon took a quick breath, using the momentary pause to look out at the audience, the glow of the hundreds of ARMY Bombs reflecting in his eyes.

“During the brief static of the moment, I steady my breath. People I’ve been watching are now all watching me. Those I looked up to on TV, right now they’re beneath me.”

A surge of pride raced through me as he rapped. There was no doubt that he most definitely passed many he had looked up to before he became a part of BTS. He and the band were huge stars, known all around the world.

“Uh, like a kaleidoscope, the one chance act without a moment to brush past had begun. 3 year’s battle with the mic doused in blood and sweat evaporates in 3 minutes. I was merely 0 seconds but I pour them out clearly, I’m fucking real!”

His voice raised to a shout as he used the English curse word, and then fell back into his previous rhythm as he continued on.

“'Hey, kid. What’s your dream?’ Mine is to become a rap star, can’t you feel? And the moment it drops, those cheers, yeah, I could read your mind. I could read your mind, just smiles instead of question mark.”

I grinned as he rapped the words used in their debut song, answering the question that they asked of people all around the world when they released their debut song.

'What’s your dream?’

The feeling of pride returned when it finally sank in that they’d made it. They were well known. They were famous. They’d accomplished what they set out to do and more.

“The members patted my shoulder wordlessly. It feels just like the day before yesterday, but 20 nights have passed already. And let the haters on me. It’s a day job they’ve always been at.”

I hear his confidence as he rapped, almost challenging those who hated on him and the rest of BTS. His face displayed a smirk that fell away as he continued on.

“While you were teasing the keyboard, I fulfilled my dreams. Sunglasses, hairstyle, I know why you ridicule me. In any case, it’s me who’s gone further than you at age 20.”

He allowed himself to smile again as his arm dropped to his side, the microphone falling away from his lips.

“I’m a born singer. A little belated confession, I swear. The mirage that always seemed so far away is now before my eyes, it’s here.”

Taehyung’s voice filled the air again, and he did his best to smile out at the crowd. His eyes shone with tears, and upon seeing it, I could barely prevent my own tears from falling. They’d come so far.

“I’m a born singer. Perhaps an early confession. But I’m so happy, I’m good.”

Jimin sang this time, his eyes closing as he hit all the notes, not a single bad note passing through his lips. When he finished, he glanced at Hoseok, who raised his microphone to be level with his mouth.

“The days we’ve run through, the days we’ve experienced together. How we became one mind in 3 year’s time? I’m drenched with the blood and sweat I’ve spilled.”

His eyes flickered over the crowd as he rapped, but they soon turned to the six boys onstage with him. I smiled as the boys’ faces stretched into grins, encouraging Hoseok.

“After the performance tears leak through. Every moment I make sure not to lose my integrity. To always be myself, so I don’t embarrass the me from the beginning.”

His words only reminded me of how strange it was to see my close friends become different people once the cameras were pointed at them. They kept their core personality traits, but they often exaggerated parts of themselves or omitted pieces of themselves completely. It always felt like watching them act in a play, portraying someone who wasn’t exactly who they were.

“So, we go, we go, we go. Higher, higher, higher.”

The seven of them pivoted, facing outwards, taking in the glow of the ARMY Bombs and the smiling faces of their fans. Each of them had eyes wet with tears that they did their best to restrain.

Instead of singing the lyrics, they all lifted their microphones and pointed them outwards, signaling for the fans to sing.

Thousands of voices sang as one, repeating the lyrics the boys had sung earlier.

“I’m a born singer. A little belated confession, I swear. The mirage that always seemed so far away is now before my eyes, it’s here. I’m a born singer. Perhaps an early confession. But I’m so happy, I’m good.”

The boys could no longer hold back their tears, and neither could I. The boys and their fans cried as one, reflecting on how far they’d come. They had made it, and now they were known all around the world.

The little, hated band that came from Big Hit Entertainment was now topping charts all over the world and proving those who laughed at them wrong.

Staring down at the men who were my closest friends from among the crowd of their adoring fans, I couldn’t have been more proud of them.

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