#(is that enough breaks ?? i don't wanna accidentally show up the wrong tags when talking about Eddsworld lol)

[yoinkschief]

I used to have the headcanon that Tord dyed his hair black and was naturally blonde but no one else I knew at the time shared that headcanon so I slowly just forgot about it (currently I like the hc that it's naturally brunette and he bleached it, but yk that shit is subject to change with me lol)

But now I've seen several different people with the same hc that he's naturally blonde and it really warms my heart and makes me giddy knowing I wasn't the only one

[alittleprincehwa]

ateez reaction ───  ੈ♡˳ your sibling is a bts member

─  ੈ♡˳ hongjoong

      ↳ you two were on the bed, you resting your head on his lap as he worked on a song. You continued talking about your day and brought up that your brother namjoon just left you on read awhile ago. You then heard the keyboard keys that were being pressed, stopped. You look up, stopping your rant to see why he stopped. Then it hit you, you never told him namjoon was your sibling. He somewhat looked as though he was accepting it. “ Hongjoong? You alright? “ He then looked at you, “ Your sibling is...Kim Namjoon? As like...the one from BTS? “ He asked. You scratched the back of your neck “ Yeah... “. Meeting namjoon for him was a dream come true. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous. He was both excited and nervous. He was a bit awkward at first but grew to enjoy your sibling’s company.

─  ੈ♡˳ seonghwa

      ↳ when it accidentally slipped out of your mouth, seonghwa had a look that appeared to be that he was doubting your claim. He didn't believe it for a straight ten minutes. Not until you showed him a picture of you and seokjin together. He was at a state of shock, but he didn't completely show it. Instead he just looked to the side, slowly acknowledging the fact that you were related by blood to one of the most famous people. "Your not making this up, right...? " He looked at you. " For the hundredth time seonghwa, I'm not kidding! " You were on the verge of giving up. When seokjin wanted to meet your boyfriend to " see if he was handsome enough " you yourself grew nervous. You finally got to see seokjin with seonghwa by your side. Seonghwa looked both lost and confused. They both got to talk, getting to know each other. Discovering things they had in common. Seonghwa getting flustered at jin's continuous complementing. " You're perfect for my little y/n! Maybe we can both be world wide handsome! ".

─  ੈ♡˳ yunho

      ↳ yunho was scrolling through your gallery while you took a bath. You trusted him enough that he wouldn't do anything with your phone. When he saw your selcas with jungkook, he grew curious and confused. Were you cheating on him? What was jungkook to you? As if on cue, you walk out of the bathroom to see yunho looking incredibly focused on his thoughts. " Babe what's wrong? " You ask while getting some clothes from the nearby closet. " What's jungkook to you? " He spoke. You chuckle at his question, did he really think you'd cheat on him? Your chuckle only confusing him more. " Oh yunho, he's just my brother. " You inform the tall male. He looked even more confused. He was jungshook. He was what you called yunho.exe stopped working. Adrenaline kicked in and he escalated to jumping on the bed in excitement. When jungkook came over for both dinner and to meet who you've been gushing about, he didn't expect to see such a tall boy. He whispered to you " Damn what do they feed him? ". Yunho meeting jungkook will always be a memory he would never forget.

─  ੈ♡˳ yeosang

      ↳ you were both on your skateboards, drifting through the empty park. You were talking about- scratch that, insulting the antagonists of a show you two were watching. " Ugh, that girl is so annoying! She's just like taehyung-oppa! " You skate faster seeing that yeosang was meters away. Yeosang heard what you said and stopped, resulting to him tripping backwards. He fell back making his back hit the pavement. Your eyes widened as you stopped the board and rushed to help him, " Holy shit yeosang! Are you ok? " You talk as you help him get up. " You didn't tell me you were related to the Kim Taehyung... " He groaned. " Heh, sorry about that. " You apologize. Upon meeting your brother, yeosang looked calm and relaxed. Although inside his brain he was losing his shit. He found out that taehyung wasn't that scary in person. Soon they both grew close.

─  ੈ♡˳ san

      ↳ you were cooking dinner for the two of you. You were humming to the song that was currently playing, unaware of san's footsteps. You heard the fridge door open and turn your head. You see san drinking a glass of water and decide it was a good opportunity to tell him. " Hey so, I'm meeting up with my brother, wanna tag along? " You ask while stirring the soup. He stopped drinking and spoke " Sure, what's your brother's name? I don't wanna mess things up. ". " Oh I never told you but it's hoseok. You know, J-hope? " You explain. You heard a noise behind you but shrugged it off and continued cooking. It didn't bother you until you hear it becoming louder. You frown and look back. What you saw was the last thing you expected to see. It was san chocking on water. You paused what you were doing and immediately help the poor boy. " My god are you alright? " You ask while patting his back. " Yeah I'm *cough* I'm fine. " He says, his coughs calming down. " What you said was a joke, right? " He asks. " Of course not! I sometimes can't also believe that ass is my brother. " You roll your eyes. When the two got to interact, they instantly clicked, being that the two are literal sun's.

─  ੈ♡˳ mingi

      ↳ when you mentioned your sibling was yoongi, his eyes grew wide. He stopped chewing his food and stood there, frozen. Even if it had been days since he found out you were both related, he still couldn’t believe it. When you attended a family gathering and mingi as your plus one, he was nervous as hell. He wanted to leave a good impression on your older brother. He was also scared not to mention. Your brother often scared people so you understood why mingi couldn't speak without gripping your hand tighter. You swore he almost filled a bucket with how much sweat he made. When he got to talk to yoongi, he grew more comfortable and relaxed once getting to know him.

─  ੈ♡˳ wooyoung

      ↳ you and wooyoung recently began dating. Therefore, both of you didn't know much about each other. Today, the two of you were doing your things. Him playing games as usual. You chatting with your friend to kill time. Your friend complained about how annoying her pet could be. You taking non of her shit, replied " Oh really? Having a sibling as annoying as jimin is worse. ". Wooyoung seemed to have heard what you said. He quickly ripped his headphones off and spun the chair to your direction. His eyes were wide as you noticed his sudden action. You quickly said goodbye to your friend and hung up. You look at wooyoung who was questioning his life. " Earth to wooyoung? " You wave your hand against face. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you with a surprised expression. You realized what made him so shocked, " Oh! Yeah I never told you jimin was my sibling! Not to mention twin. ". He was baffled. For once quiet and speechless. In fact, starstruck. When you arranged a date wherein you could introduce your lover with your sibling. When the two sat down at the same table, you could tell wooyoung was enthusiastic as ever. He kept talking about jimin and bts were his absolute idol, thus creating a bond.

─  ੈ♡˳ jongho

      ↳ you were looking through an old photo album of you when you were younger. Jongho had nothing to do so he wanted to accompany you. He leaped on the bed as you opened another album. The first page had an image of you and jungkook when you both were small. It also had writings on it. Jongho read what was inscribed " Jungkook's 6th birthday! ". Jongho paused for a moment. He was skeptical if his eyes were broken or not. Before you could continue, jongho stopped your hand from flipping to the next page. That's when jongho realized you had jeon as your name. He felt so stupid for a moment. To be sure he asked you. You didn't think too much of it since you were used to everyone's initial shock. " Wait wait wait. So your telling me your related to jungkook? " Be raised his brow. You said yes and showed him more pictures to make him believe you. Accepting it was an obstacle for him. Meeting jungkook will be an even bigger one. He was quite silent at first. When they both learned a lot about one another, they often hang out. Mostly seen breaking apples and fruits together.

a / n : I FINALLY FINISHED THIS 😭 I can finally sleep now since it's like two already and I'm on the verge of passing out

[wavejhs]

Scream

Genre: Thriller/Horror

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Word Count: 2,812

Tags: Thriller, Horror, Murder, Some fluff, Angst

Summary: It's tradition for you and your boyfriend to have an annual movie marathon on the eve of your birthday. A mysterious caller makes it a night you'll never forget. Scream!AU

You've always thought it was a satisfying sound; the popping of popcorn as it gets cooked.

In the living room, the screen of your Smart TV displays the Netflix homepage. It's the eve of your birthday and you're getting ready to watch a scary movie. It's a classic slasher one. Your boyfriend had phoned you no less than half an hour ago, telling you he'd be present to hold you as you start your annual movie marathon. You appreciate it, knowing Hoseok wasn't a fan of the horror genre but he was willing to spend one night a year to watch scary films with you.

You make it up to him, though, watching cheesy romance comedies and action movies on his birthday. A balanced compromise means a healthy relationship.

You're walking back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, wanting to make sure you don't miss a spot cleaning up, making sure you've got a large enough blanket draping the couch for when the night gets chilly, making sure your beverages are ready. When you deem everything presentable, you focus on your TV, clicking the first movie on your list.

Your boyfriend lived a few blocks away from your house, usually taking him less than 10 minutes from his house to yours and you wonder what's taking him so long. You're just about to pick your phone up to dial him when it rings, startling you enough to fumble with it when it nearly slips out of your fingers.

It's an unknown number. Pursing your lip, you answer the call.

You clear your throat, "Hello?"

"Hello." It's a man's voice.

You wait for a response. When only silence follows, you shut your eyes, rolling them behind your eyelids. It's a prank call.

Trying to sound as polite as you can, even using your customer service voice, you follow with a, "Yes?"

It takes two seconds for the receiving end to answer. "Who is this?"

You absentmindedly stride towards your kitchen, checking on the popcorn in the microwave, "Who are you trying to reach?"

"What number is this?" The man's voice was deep and smooth, but had a gentle tone. He sounded like he was genuinely asking, and you start to think your assumption was wrong.

You hum patiently. "What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know."

You nod, still staring at the microwave, "I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

You hum again, hanging up with a, "It happens. Take it easy."

Your lips lift in a soft smile, the conversation with the soft spoken stranger turning out to be one of the most polite ones you've ever had. It takes a exactly second for you to remember why you even had your phone in your hand and you unlock the screen to dial again when,

It rings. You pick it up.

"Hello?" You start, tentative.

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" It's the man again and you're starting to sense in the pit of your stomach that something might not be right.

"Who is this?" You reply, closing your eyes and taking a silent breath, telling yourself not to assume the worst every time.

There's a chuckle on the other end, boyish and light. "You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."

Just as you start to ponder if playing along would get this over with, your microwave dings. You peek at it and take out the popcorn.

Walking to the cupboards where you keep your boals, you make a disapproving noise. "Hm. Yeah, no. Sorry, it's just..stranger danger. You know how it is."

"What was that noise?" Still smooth, still gentle. Still a mystery.

Rolling your tongue in your cheek, you bite and play along. "My microwave. I'm making popcorn."

"Oh," There's a rustle, "You watching a movie? I only eat popcorn at movies."

"Well yeah." You giggle, giddy at the thought of spending the night with your boyfriend's hands gripping yours tightly.

"Really? What kind?"

Grabbing the bag of fresh popcorn and transferring it to a bowl with one hand was inconvenient, but you'd rather deal with it than stop the conversation with a stranger whose tone of voice you start to feel is familiar, "Just a scary movie. Pretty old."

The man drawls the next question, "do you like scary movies?"

You nod, even though you think he can't see you, "Yup."

His voice is husky now, his words throaty and drawled, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Oh, now he's flirting with you, you realize. It might be one of Hoseok's friends playing a prank on you, maybe even your boyfriend himself and you inwardly huff.

"I don't know. They're all different in their own way, so there's no way to compare."

"Well, you have to have a favorite."

"Uh," You wrack your mind for a title, "well there's a recent one I just watched. New to the slasher franchise. The Boy. Heard of it?"

"Ah, yes the guy hiding inside walls, stalking his own baby sitter."

You're in the living room now, bowl of popcorn in your hand and setting it on the coffee table. "Yeah. Brahms Heelshire."

"Brahms! That's right. I liked that movie, it had a nice twist."

"It did have a nice twist, the ending kind of sucked though." You glance at the clock and your eyes twitch, not looking forward to your boyfriend once again apologizing for being late.

"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?" Speaking of boyfriend, you roll your eyes. It's Hoseok now, you're convinced. Hoseok with a voice changing app.

"Yes." Not for long unless he gets arrives in less than a minute to save his ass. You don't notice the way your finger accidentally taps the 'End Call' button.

Your phone rings again and you answer on first ring.

"So sorry! Didn't realize I hung up."

"Tell me your name."

You want to scoff, instead you shake your head. "Why do you wanna know my name?"

"Because I wanna know who i'm looking at."

Your blood seems to have went cold inside you, goosebumps suddenly erupt throughout your whole body and you shoot up, looking around you.

You swallow a lump in your throat. "What did you say?"

"I want to know who i'm talking to."

"That's not what you said." You rush to open the small drawer installed in your coffee table, taking out a bottle of pepper gel before bolting to your front door to make sure it was locked. You turn on the light on your porch and see no one present. You turn it back off.

Walking briskly to the sliding door between the small garden and the inside of your house, you turn the light on too, but again, you don't see anyone present. You huff now, gripping your phone tighter.

"I have to go now." Your cold, shaking fingers struggle to remove the phone from your ear.

"Wait.. I thought we were gonna go out."

"I don't think so. I have a boyfriend."

The voice, previously so gentle, turns hostile and violent, "DON'T HANG UP ON ME."

"Gotta go." You force out, willing yourself to hang up.

"DON'T—"

Your shaking as you try to recollect yourself. Yoongi left a gun here, you think. Said it was for self defense and he doesn't go without it whenever he walks his girl home. The last party, he was showing off. He had a gun and he passed out. He left it and you were going to return it tomorrow. But it's still here. Still in the house. You could go get it.

You clench your eyes shut, panic consuming you the more you try to remember whether you placed it in your father's seldomly used vault or in your bedroom's private drawer. Both were at the opposite ends of the house. You were having trouble just standing.

The phone rings again and you're tempted to let it ring until it goes away.

But you have to know..

"Yes?"

"I told you not to hang up on me." The gentle tone is completely gone.

You clutch the pepper gel tighter in your other hand, making sure it was unsealed, ready to be used. "What do you want?"

"To talk."

"Well, dial someone else, okay?"

The voice sounds amused now. "Getting scared?"

You grit your teeth. "No. Bored."

You hang up immediately, tired and afraid.

You run to check your back door, finding it locked as well. All of the doors were locked. There was no way someone else could get in.

Just as you back away from the door, your phone rings again and you're fed up.

"Listen, asshole—"

"NO. YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?"

It's deep and it roars.

You suppress a whimper. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"More of a game, really." It's calm again but you don't trust it one bit.

"I'm calling the police. I swear. They'll trace this and i'm filing charges." You threaten, gripping on to one of the curtains to ground yourself.

"They'll never make it in time." It's dark, it's deep, and you're so scared.

You release a sigh, and you sound defeated even to yourself. "What do you want?"

It's deeper this time, more throaty, less human, "To see what your insides look like."

You fumble to hang up, letting the phone fly out of your hands right after.

Your hands are shaking but you shake your head in determination as you reach for it again. You dial 911.

"Hello, 911. What's your emergency?"

"Can't—No time, he said he was here. Someone threatened to kill me. Said—said he could see me. Think he can see me. Said he'd kill me. Please send someone! Anyone!" You whisper frantically, backing against a corner to avoid any surprises.

"I understand. We'll send someone immediately."

You nod, unable to find your voice to even thank the receiver.

As you're curled up in the corner, you bury your face in your arms.

Then, you remember.

Hoseok is supposed to arrive any second. If someone dangerous was waiting to break in, Hoseok would be completely unaware and helpless.

Your pacifist boyfriend Hoseok wouldn't have anywhere to hide. To run to. You know for a fact he'd be walking this late at night with his car broken down since the previous week.

Better if it was just you. Better if you didn't drag him in.

Trembling, you dial his number.

"Hoseok?" You jump when he picks up the phone.

"Yeah, honey? I'm so sorry i'm late! I'm almost there!"

"My parents are here!" You squawk, and in the back of your mind, you're taken aback at how easy the lie fell off your tongue.

"My parents are here and pissed. Have—have to cancel." With a shuddering breath, you whisper delicately, "I love you."

"Wait, what? Y/N? DON'T HANG UP ON ME!"

You hang up.

Your phone rings again and you already know it's an unwelcome call.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Who's there?"

"You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish."

You loose your grip on the phone, letting it clatter to the floor just right by you. The voice buzzes. You tap the loudspeaker option.

You sigh. "What did I do?"

There's silence. You physically feel the energy draining out of you, the adrenaline taking its leave and in its stead, defeat. Your eyes are clenched shut, so that you don't have to see yourself die.

Your voice is croaky, and when you touch your face, it's wet with tears. You were crying? "There's must be something I did. Something I must've done for this. Can't you tell me?"

The phone clicks, signaling the call was ended from the other side.

You hear a crash from upstairs. The shattering of glass. You locked the doors, but the windows are breakable.

"Y/N!!" You hear Hoseok's voice, his fists banging on your front door. "LET ME IN!"

Multiple thuds from the other side. Hoseok was trying to break down the door.

It's too late. You hear footsteps approach you and you curl tighter around yourself, keeping your eyes shut.

You whisper then, "Get it over with. Just don't touch him."

The footsteps stop in front of you. "Sure. Loverboy's queued right after you."

It's like you've been brought back to life, hearing that sentence. You snap your eyes open and realize you're still gripping the pepper gel in your hand. You look up at your tormentor, sees a a shapeless silhouette with a mask on, a knife aiming to pierce through you but just as he gets close, you empty the bottle. Even through the mask. It has to have a hole for him to see, right? You hope.

There's a yelp from the masked man, and you dash towards your front door, your hands still shaking as you undo all the bolts. Hoseok looks red in the face, but you grab his hands to run.

"Fuck!" The masked man sputters, throwing his disguise down and upon hearing something hit the ground, you risk a glance behind you.

Your blood boild at the sight of a familiar face.

"Yoongi?!"

"Fuck. Who the fuck do you think? Fuuuck!" The man rolls on the ground, grunting in pain as he rubs at his eyes.

"Yoongi! I told you I didn't approve of this shit!" Hoseok growls, marching towards his best friend.

"Fuck you! It was you idea, asswipe!" Yoongi bites. "It was his idea, Y/N!" Yoongi chances a peek at you with one eye as he totally rats his best friend out, his whole face red and wincing, "Said you liked horror movies! Said this was foreplay for you! I'm the victim! I fucking climbed up with the tree that had a fucking bee's nest! I have ant bites all over my fucking ass! I have three splinters! Fucking hell! Ow!" He chokes on a sob as the gel finally settles in his eyeball.

"Wha.." You look at your boyfriend, confused beyond comprehension.

"Listen, I said it in passing and I was drunk! I didn't know they'd do this to you!" Hoseok raises up his hands in a defenseless manner.

"You scared the shit out of me, Yoongi!" You growl, marching towards where he's curled up into a ball, clutching his face in agony.

"God, please take me to a hospital." Yoongi pleads.

"You deserve this, you son of a bitch! I can't believe you took him seriously while he was drunk! You gave me that advice yourself!" You stomp on the mask he was wearing, picking it up to examine it just to throw it back to the ground in pure rage.

"So," Hoseok nuzzles his head against your shoulder, trailing kisses to your neck, "happy birthday?"

Yoongi huffs from his hospital bed as he watches the two of you practically melt into each other.

"Oh, shut it. You brought this on yourself." You stick out your tongue at your boyfriend's best friend.

"Whatever." Yoongi grunts, "Call Jiah. Tell her I have to cancel on our plans for tomorrow. My eyes hurt."

You giggle as your boyfriend's lips land on a ticklish spot behind your ear.

"Fine. Let me get my phone." You reach over to grab your bag and Hoseok whines at the momentary loss of your warmth. You stare at your phone, head tilting in wonder and you call out, "Hey Yoons, I can't believe you could say all that stuff."

Yoongi glares at you from his spot. "What stuff?"

"About gutting me and shit. That was traumatizing." You shake your head, and you miss the look of confusion shot in your direction.

"What?" Yoongi looks at you like you've morphed into a duck. "No I didn't."

You hum as your boyfriend resumes rudely ravaging your neck. "Didn't what?"

"Say that. I only called you twice. It was a prank call. I asked you if you had a boyfriend just in case you were playing Hoseokkie and you said yes so I clearly failed."

You feel your heart drop to your feet.

"Why did you break my window, then?" You whisper, pressing yourself closer to Hoseok as fear crawls back up your spine.

"What? I didn't. You said your parents' windows were never locked so I went in through there."

Your hands twitch, still holding your phone.

"Y/N? You okay?" Hoseok asks, wary of the way your face loses color.

You whisper, barely audible, "Someone was really there."

A few blocks away from your house, a girl grips her phone with a bloodied hand.

Your caller ID flashes on the screen. Too late.

(A/N: don't know if i'm making this a series. user @curlykoo who has since deactivated but complimented me and liked horror fics this is for u 💕 + most of the dialogue is actually from the movie itself!)

[shutup-sorry]

A flower for every petal [1]

A/N: Sooo this is my first fic like ever! I hope you like it and if you do, let me know if you want me to tag you :) P. S. english is not my native language, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologise haha

Words: 3.7k+

The wind was strong that morning. Only sound breaking the silence on this, unusually, still street, was the angirly roaring wind. They said that the big storm is coming tonight and mother nature is preparing us for that.

For Iris, London was always such a depressing city, she for sure didn't like it here, never knowing why. So many unhappy people, lost souls that are just trying to go back to the right path, afraid of a little bit of risking. She wanted an adventure. She wanted to travel the world. But she knew well-enough that that's not going to happen any time soon, so she had to deal with that, that's what her mother used to tell her.

But on this particular day, it was even sadder. Everything seemed to be in black and white, like other colors didn't exist. The sky was so gray and misty, it almost looked like it was about to cry, his tears representing drops of rain. She never liked rainy days, or even worse, storms. It always reminded her of her lonliness and how she didn't have anybody by her side. Her family was far away, all of her friends and people from hometown had probably already forgotten her, and she was nostalgic. She missed her home, the happiest and safest place on this planet.

She tried to light her cigarette, but the damn wind wouldn't let her do it, so she put her hand up to protect a little flame that was coming out of her lighter. After few more attempts, getting even more annoyed, maybe by the fact that she was already so late to her first lecture, or maybe by the fact that it was so cold outside and she had to walk to university, she finally succeeded and shoved her lighter back in the bag. She took a long drag before continuing her 20 minutes walk to university, cursing the fact that she still doesn't have a car or someone to drive her there.

After few minutes of walking the rain started. Great, that's exactly what she needed at that moment. She instantly hurried up and threw her jeans jacket on her head, to protect herself from wetting her hair.

When she arrived at the university, after what seemed like forever, she started fast walking towards her classroom. She could only imagine how she looked like, and in every way was negative. Her hair was probably a mess, so she quickly combed it with her hands, trying to make it seem less bad, and then wiping her a little bit smudged mascara, as she mentally prepared for judgemental looks when she walks in almost more than half an hour late.

She entered the lecture, murmirng a little 'sorry I'm late' under her breath, and quickly taking her seat in the first free chair that she saw. Some students whispered something looking at her, probably gossiping, and the teacher just sighed and continued talking.

After some time of trying to focus on the actual words that the proffesor was talking about, but failing miserably, and then giving up, the class has finally finished. She packed her things and quickly exited the classroom, rushing into the hall of uni.

The hall was crowded with students, some with their friends, talking, laughing, and some alone just walking or sitting and reading their books.

She stopped walking when she saw a big poster on noticeboard that had big "Queen" written on it. It said that they are perfoming at the local pub on Saturday night.

"You coming?", someone said behind her back, snapping her from her thoughts and scaring her. She turned around and saw a young man with big, curly, hair and beautiful smile looking at her, then at the poster. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he said nervously, noticing her scared expression on face.

"Oh no, I just wasn't expecting anybody that's all", she smiled truthfully and he nodded. "And, uhm, I don't think I'll come. Don't wanna go alone.", she shrugged her shoulders.

"I think you should come, they are pretty good, you'll have fun", very familiar curly boy, that she thinks she shares a class with, told her smirking.

"I suppose that you've seen them play, when you say that like it is a fact?", she laughed.

"Well tehnically, yes", he nodded smiling, "I am in the band, a guitarisst", he said proudly and she raised her brow. "Oh yes, and I'm Brian by the way", he hold his hand to shake and she took it, still smiling.

"I am Iris, nice to meet you guitarisst", she smirked sarcastically.

"So you coming or not? I would love to see you there", she put her index finger on her chin, pretending like she's thinking about it and he laughed, "Oh come on, why not? You won't be alone, I'll be there"

"Well I don't know you, for all I know you could kill me there", she joked and he scoffed at that, "I'll see, but probably won't come"

"Okay, but have this incase you've changed your mind", he gave her a piece of paper, that probably had the address of the pub or his phone number, "Goodbye Iris", and then he left.

She stood there looking at him leaving, thinking about the offer he gave her.

It was the Saturday afternoon, she was cleaning her apartment from the mess she made over the week, when she accidentally found that piece of paper that that Brian guy gave her the other day. She had totally forgotten about it. It was this Saturday. She looked over her clock and it was 7:17pm, she had an hour to get ready. She bit her lower lip, thinking about it.

Was it good idea going there alone? But if she didn't go, she would probably regret that, always thinking about what-if.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, throwing her cleaning gloves, making her way to the bathroom.

She wanted an adventure, this is the closest thing to the adventure that she can get.

After 20 minutes of showering, she did her makeup and styled her hair the way she wanted it to be. The cab arrived and she started her way to the pub, feeling anxious.

She never liked going anywhere alone, even though she lived alone. The irony of that. She always wanted company in anything she was doing, even if it was just going to the market or just walking around town, and this lonliness was killing her. Not that she wanted to admit that, but deep down she knew that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when cab stopped, giving her money to the awfully quiet driver, and then turning towards the pub. Outside of the pub was suprisingly crowded, so she could just imagine what was inside. Surprised that this band was so popular, she entered the pub, scent of smoke and alcohol hitting her right in the face.

There were a lot of people, and she immediately regreted coming here alone, but she for sure didn't have intention on going back home. She sighed, making her way to the front place so she could have a better look at the band. She thought about Brian, if he would be happy that she came, but then quickly realised that he had probably forgot about her and that it was just a stupid thought.

Some people were talking, some people were already drunk, some people were making out, and some people were alone there, just like her. She felt a relief that she wasn't the only one, miserable. Lights went off and the crowd started yelling. First row were just girls, clothed in small pieces, big enough to cover the most vulgar parts of their bodies, and Iris rolled her eyes at them. They were groupies. There's nothing wrong with being a groupie, she just couldn't stand them. She looked at what she decided to wear and her body, feeling a little anxious. All of these girls were so much prettier then her. She was an average looking girl, with average body. And they were all like models, beautiful and smoking hot.

Her thoughts were interrupted by four young men filling in the stage. They had huge, wide, smiles on their faces as they were looking at the crowd infront of them. The crowd wasn't huge, but for a small band full of young students, it was more than enough. The lead singer, who she learned was named Freddie, had black fluffy hair, then there was Brian with his guitar, and two unknown guys. One with fluffy brown hair with his guitar, or bass, she couldn't tell, and then the blonde behind his drums. The blonde looked chaotic, he had angry look on his face, only one not smiling at the crowd. He just took his drumsticks in his hands, swirling them anxiously, waiting for Freddie to stop talking so they could start playing.

She knew that she was staring at him, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off of him. It's like he felt her deep gaze at him and he looked her right in the eyes, unfazed by it. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was confident enough that she didn't look away, and got even more confident when she noticed that he didn't look away either, sending him a flirty and playful wink. In response he just licked his lips, before the first song began and he focused on playing his drums.

The way he looked when he was playing his drums, with that chaotic blonde hair falling everywhere, with his button up shirt that was unbuttoned showing off his bare sweaty chest, turned her on. She bit her lip at the thought of him. Now and then, he would look for her in the crowd, and when his eyes finally found hers, he would send her a seductive smirk.

After several songs, the band, had finished their gig for tonight. Freddie thanked the small audience as they all clapped their hands, because truth to be told- they were wonderful. Probably the best show she had ever attended, they had the most breath taking energy. Everybody did their parts perfectly. Freddie's voice stood out the most, this band is going places.

She decided to sit down at the bar, who could know that dancing, singing and having this much fun could be so exhausting? She thought to herself. Or maybe she just got so used to boring life of just studying and doing nothing over the days that she forgot how it felt to loosen up sometimes.

It took her some time to try and avoid, now very drunk people, praying to get home safely, when she finally saw the bar. She looked over and saw a free chair. She sat at the high chair by the bar, looking through her purse for the pack of cigarettes, and when she finally found them she realized that she had forgotten her lighter. She sighed, with cigarette between her plump red lips as she continued trying to find a lighter, even though she knew that it wasn't there. She cursed under her breath.

"Here ya go", she heard a soft male voice next to her speak, making her jump from her seat a little bit. _Can people stop scaring her like that?_She thought to herself. She looked up and there he was, the drummer from the band, standing infront of her, grinning and before she had any chance to reply to him he had lit her cigarette, that was still between her lips, his big ocean blue eyes never living her deep green eyes. She just sat there, feeling her cheeks turning red, she blushed and that rarely ever happened, and seeing that made him smirk.

"Thank you", she said, shyly, trying to cover up the fact that she had just blushed at him, puffing the smoke from her cigar.

"No problem, love.", he said still smirking at her. It made her feel tingly, and she didn't like that feeling at all. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes, picturing things he could do to her. The way his eyes focused on hers, then, as she puffed smoke, he would focus on her lips, but then, again, on her eyes. He still looked sweaty from his gig, hair sticking on his neck and forehead. That made him look even hotter, If that's possible.

Stop being so fucking horny and stop imaging things Iris.

"You don't look like a type of girl to be here, or to smoke too. ", firstly he pointed at the place they were in and then at cigarette in her hand, lighting his that was between his lips. She was taken aback by his statment, making a weird face in confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "What's that suppoused to mean asshole?", she said with bitterness behind her words, not caring if the nickname she gave him would offend him in any way. And it didn't.

He chuckled. "Easy there, love. I was just saying. You're new here, I've never seen you before.", he said as he raised his hand so bartender could notice him. "Want something? It's on me", he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head no in response, as he murmured 'why not'.

"I don't drink", she said taking his lighter of the table, without asking for it, and lighting a new one.

"See? Told ya you don't look like a type of girl to be here. You just proved me right. ", he smirked and she rolled her eyes, again. "But, I must say, you're a one hell of a smoker"

The more he talks, the more she regrets thinking about him in the way she was while he was performing. She found him really annoying and wanted him to leave.

"What can I say? We all have our addictions", she raised her eyebrows dramaticly and he laughed at this shaking his head and murming little 'I guess you're right', before she spoke again. "And by the way, what if I'm not new here and you just haven't noticed me before? I mean, you have a lot of fans here. Especially girls, I mean you couldn't possibbly notice every girl that enters this place, now could you?", she stated matter-of-factly, pointing at all the girls that were now looking at them, making angry faces at her for taking their 'man', and a little bit of sarcasm behind her words, but not too much.

"Oh, trust me, I would notice. ", the bantender interrupted his words as he gave him what he had ordered, this misterious drummer drinking whatever liqour in one shot, and then continuing, "Ugh, rough. ", he laughed, "Where was I, oh yes. Trust me I would notice a smoking hot girl like you anywhere. I have seen the way you looked at me while I was playing, and I would lie if I told you that that didn't turn me on just a little bit", his voice turned into whisper as he was now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. But of course, she wouldn't admit that and feed his, already, big ego.

She snorted at his cockiness, rolling her eyes, for the, probably, hundreth time tonight. "Don't even bother drummer boy, I know what you're doing. I know the guys like you, I have dated them. That's what devils look and sound like", he laughed at this biting his lower lip. That turned her on even more_._

"Oh really? So what am I doing, misterious girl? Hm? Tell me", he is still whispering, and that amused her a little too much. She didn't know where was her confidence coming from, but she liked this version of her, not afraid of saying wrong thing, being relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that this night, she felt so good after such a long time that she just didn't care. It was an adventure.

"You, mister drummer, are trying to get me to bed", she leaned in closer, tempting him as she knew exactly what was she doing to him. He just kept looking at her lips, not caring about her noticing that, as she bit her lower lip, in intention of seducing him even more. She succeeded in that as he quitely groaned at that act of hers. "And you were right. I'm not the type of girl who comes to places like this, as I'm not a type of girl who's just gonna be one of your groupies, so I advise you to just forget about it blondie and maybe find other girl to hit on and bore", she leaned back where she was before and he just snorted, now looking infront of him into unknown space.

"Tease. I like that", he admitted truthfully and she proudly smirked at herself for how amazing she was. Who would know that she had it in her? She was always an uptight person. "And could I get your name, love?"

"Does it matter? It's not like we're gonna meet again", she teased and that being said made him roll his eyes, playfully.

"Oh, darling, I think we will", he teased back and she giggled.

"And why's that?"

"Because", he leaned in, putting his hand on her thigh, making her have goosebumps all over her body, "I'm not that easy to get rid of. You're gonna see more of me, darling", he winked at her and just as she was about to come with the comeback, the yelling was heard and the drummer quickly moved his hand away from her tigh, that was travelling higher and higher, to her inner tighs, making her even more desperate. She silently groaned at the loss of touch.

"Oh here you are, you idiot! Roger, I've been looking for you for the past half an hour, you said you were just going to the bar quickly! Freddie is on the parking lot being hysterical as he always is and needs your help with the van and the instruments. You need to hurry up and leave that groupie alone. ", the curly, furious looking guy, that invited her here, named Brian spat at the blonde boy. His words hurted her a little, but she ignored his comment about her being a groupie as she annoyingly looked at him. Brian, realising who she was, looked guilty about his choice of words. "Oh hi there Iris, I didn't see that it was you. Uhm sorry for that nickname, I didn't mean it. I see the two of you have met already", Brian spoke just too quickly and she laughed at him, as he continued rambling, "I'm glad you made it here-"

"Oh so Iris?", Roger interrupted, earning a glare from Brian, but complety ignoring that, smirking as he had just found out her name, teasingly looking at her, already, annoyed facial expression, as he continued. "Nice name, very meaningful. Do you know that, that in Greek mythology, Iris was the goddes of rainbow, a messenger for Zeus and Hera, who rode the rainbow as a bridge from heaven to earth? Iris is actually considered a symbol of power and majesty, representing faith, wisdom and valor. Are you called after a goddess? ", he said, putting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking about it, as he continued his philosophy, while she stood there, vividly, shocked and without any words, and that's a rare thing. This man is well educated, or just too good with his words, or maybe just lucky. "Or are you named after the flower? You know, they come in a lot of colours, and you remind me of some purple or blue just like your deep eyes that seem to hold in just too much sadness in them. Even though, in most of the cultures Iris means happiness and summer. "

Her eyes never left his as he had just put her in some sort of trance. She blushed at his words, and cursed at herself for letting herself blush just too easily, quickly trying to cover her cheeks, but failing. He already saw what he did to her and smirked, proudly, knowing he had won this conversation.

"What's wrong, love? Did I say something wrong?", he grinned at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and leaning back against his chair.

Brian just stood there, confused to what was happening, carefully watching Roger talking. He seemed to be, just as she was, in some kind of trance.

"You're full of shit, drummer boy", she laughed at this whole situation, as she tried to pretend that this actually haven't affected her, and he joined in her laughter. Brian still stood there confused and bored, as he didn't find this funny at all. He looked annoyed, but they didn't seem to care at all. "Do you say this to all the girls you pick up at one of your gigs, or should I feel special?", she raised her eyebrow, waiting, patiently, for his answer.

"Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just good with my words. I've made your heart melt, didn't I?", he asked, but it wasn't a question, because he already knew the answer and he knew that she would never give it to him.

"If that would help you sleep at night then okay, blondie", she winked.

"You can call me Roger you know, not those ridiciolus nicknames you have." , he said and she nodded. He stood up starting to walk past het but for the second he stopped. "And I'm gonna call you Petal, that sounds cute. Right Petal?", he smirked at creative nickname he gave her.

"Why Petal? Most people call me by my name, or my usual nickname, Izzy", she said facing him with confused look on her face.

"Well that's a bit boring, don't you think? Mine is much more creative", he put his hand on his hip, letting her know how proud he is for making that up and she laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever, blondie. ", she shrugged and he laughed.

"See you soon Petal", he just left and she watched him go until he disappeared behind the door that led to a parking lot, Brian disappearing with him as well.

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i don't want to be a superhero (1/?)

summary: you’re a new enhanced individual in new york that has the ability of pyrokinesis and telekinesis who gets on tony starks’ radar after you saved his car from crashing. meanwhile peter becomes intrigued with your abilities. ALSO THIS IS NOT READER X TONY. THIS IS JUST PART ONE.

a/n: y/b/n = your brother’s name

part 2

part 3

part 4

••• you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and picked it up. “what?” you said. it was your brother and you prayed to god he wasn’t calling to remind you of something you had to buy from the store you just left. “i forgot to tell you! we need eggs.” “i’m going to throw myself into traffic.” as soon as you said that you heard a huge truck honking it’s horn while another car’s tires shrieked against the road. you dropped your phone and your bags as everything turned slow and could see every detail of the car crash that was about to happen right in front of you. you had never lifted something so heavy with your mind but before you knew it you stopped the truck cars and pushed the car back back before breaking concentration. you felt hot liquid come down your nose and saw you were bleeding and everyone at the cross walk was looking at you. “are you okay?” “did you just do that?” “did you see that?” “is she a superhero?” everything was happening too fast and you were too light headed to assess what you just did.

“hey you! nosebleed! did you just do that?” the man in the black audi stepped out his car and before you could see who it was, you were told anyway.

“oh my god it’s tony stark!!” he started walking away from his car and you could hear the camera sounds from everyone’s phone. you finally caught the attention of the public and iron man. the ONE thing you never wanted. you picked up your phone and bag quickly before sprinting in the other direction. “hey! get back here!” tony yelled. you were afraid he was going to follow you in his car or someone was going to run after you but you made it home in 5 minutes when it usually took you 15.

(y/b/n) opened the door shocked to see you back so early but also confused about what he just heard on the phone. “what the hell just happened?!” he said locking the door and closing the blinds. “one second i’m talking and next i hear the phone drops and someones talking about ‘are you okay?’ and 'is she a superhero?’” you told him what happened and he didn’t even bat an eye. “you shouldn’t have saved him. you never use your… abilities out in public.” your brother said to you. “i shouldn’t have saved him??? it was tony fucking stark! i mean i didn’t know it when i stopped the car coming at him but hey! i wasn’t just gonna stand there and watch a car accident happen!” you said practically screaming at him even though he was right in front of you. “yeah but i mean now everyone has some kind of footage of you on their phone! it’s probably on twitter by now.” he pulled out his phone to check and you felt as if you were going to have a melt down. “i don’t want to be a superhero.”

a week went by and you were all over the news. “new superhero arrives? will tony stark take her under his wing? or will she use her powers for evil? tune in at 7pm to find out.” (y/b/n) turned off the tv and sat down on the couch next to you. “are you going to use your powers for evil? i have to go to work so i can’t watch at 7.” you rolled your eyes and pushed him. they had only seen you once! for like 3 minutes! how do they possibly know the answers to all those questions? “i hate how the one time i go out without doing my eyebrows this shit happens.” “oh yeah i saw one tweet and some girls were going off on you.” you hadn’t gone outside since the incident and you decided since no one has come to collect you that it was safe. “maybe if i beat my face with makeup people won’t recognize me?” “i mean yeah but you’ll still be ugly.” you were about to throw your mug at him when there was a knock at the door. you instantly stood up and felt heat at the top of your head which only happened when you were very afraid. “fire won’t help the situation. chill out, literally, and i’ll get the door. go to your room.” (y/b/n) whispered. you did as he said. you closed the room to your door and put your ear to it to hear. you closed your eyes to concentrate. your hearing sense dialed up and you listened for your brother’s voice. “uh hi can i help you?” he said. you could tell he was just faking being calm and hoped he didn’t give you away. you heard the sound of shoes walk in and they stopped before the hallway towards your room. “yes i’m looking for your sister? (y/n)? you probably already know, she saved me from a car accident a week ago and i found out who she was the next day but i decided to give her some time. is she here?” you felt defeated but before you could open your door, your brother spoke up. “no she’s not here. she left after it happened. listen, she’s only 17 and all she really wants is to be normal. but she’s not. we don’t know why she can do the things that she can do but i know one thing, she doesn’t want to be a superhero and she doesn’t want this attention. so please don’t look for her. just be grateful she exposed herself to save you.” it was silent for a moment until you heard stark sigh. “f.r.i.d.a.y is detecting a female life force coming from that room over there. i don’t mean to force myself into your lives, i just want to help. teenage girls aren’t my favorite but the last time i found some enhanced individuals, well, they ended up hating me because they got help from the wrong person.” you opened the door to see a regular tony, just like the day from the almost-accident in a tom ford suit next to your brother. “help in what way?” you asked, slowly stepping forward. “i don’t want to engage in combat like you probably thought i would. i just want you explore what your powers can do and help you in any way, because it didn’t seem like you knew you could take on a 20 ton truck but you did it anyway.” you thought about all the effort you put in to seem normal and not show anyone what you could do. you thought about all the times you accidentally burned someone when you got excited. you thought about how maybe acting normal was so much effort because you just weren’t and maybe this was best for you. “listen kid, i have a 6o'clock that i have to leave for soon so?” you looked at your brother who just gave you a little nod and you made up your mind. “fine. but i’m not fighting crimes with you or whatever.” you said crossing your arms. “oh no that’s spider-man’s job.” tony said patting his pockets for his cell. “spider-man?!” (y/b/n) yelled. “calm down, your fanboy is showing.” you said, elbowing him. “ok i’m going to call happy, my assistant. and he’ll pick you up tomorrow and maybe spider-man will tag along. the kid needs some kind of excitement other than crime fighting. a girl his age is perfect. i got to go. talk later, bye!” he opened the door and he left. you looked to see your brother wasn’t so happy anymore. “if spider-boy decides to put the moves on you i’ll burn him myself.” he said dead serious. “if i get excited enough with him around , i’ll handle it.” you said joking. but honestly was the spider-man/boy cute? “that’s not funny!”

••• i been thinking of a girl with these kinds of powers for a few days and i think i wanna do a lil story about it. i didn’t proof read and i don’t know exactly where it’s going but i do know that peter x reader is alive. ALSO IT’S ALMOST 4 AM SOMEONE COLLECT ME