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You know, I think my favorite thing about Gale's whole "watching you in battle makes me horny" scene is like. He's not wrong. A brush with danger does in fact increase one's desire for "other forms of stimulation". Studies have shown that being in situations that cause a rush of adrenaline, be that going on a roller coaster, seeing a scary movie, walking across a swinging suspension bridge, or something else, increase feelings of attraction. It's literally a Known Thing that adventurous stuff is great to do on a date because it will most likely make you more into each other.
Idk, I just love that his come-on is not only extremely nerdy, but also scientifically accurate. Feels correct and I'm glad they did it lol
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#meta#i would pull up the studies about it but frankly it's nearly midnight and i'm halfway through a bottle of wine#and i do not feel like looking them up right now lol#sorry to get all couples therapist on main i was just going through that scene again and it really tickles me#like yes please have my sweet nerdy man hit on me with only the most research-backed of statements please and thank you#for those curious btw it's thought the reason for this is because physically speaking all arousal is basically the same#whether it's fear or horniness or excitement or whatever it's all an adrenaline response#so our brains use context clues to determine which emotion to pair with the sensation#and if you pair something scary/thrilling with a possible romantic interest your brain can get its wires crossed#and decide that instead of feeling this way because of the scary thing you feel this way because your hot for the person you're with
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The first time i saw you i knew you were the one
It was cold October morning in Cloverfield. Everyone were getting for work or school. Suzanne was walking with her friends today. She was considered pretty but nerdy. She's always with her books and she's not interested in boys wich makes her less popular. James didn't think she was nerdy. To him she was everything that's beautiful. He loved her smile, pretty long hair, blue eyes and everything about her. To him she was perfect. Ever since he saw her in math class they were going to together he couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked so gorgeous and beautiful. If only there was a way to tell her how he feels. Well it's not like she was taken. Not anymore. He just couldn't bring himself to tell her how he feels. He always feels like he's going to make her cry and run away. Now he was staring again at her. She was laughing with her friends. James looked like he just got hit by love gone.
Tyler snapping fingers:James? Earth to James?
James confused:What?
Tyler:You're staring again at her. When is this going to stop man? Just talk to her.
James embarrassed:I can't! Im going to make fool out of myself!
Tyler annoyed:Whatever. See you dude.
James:See you.
James was sure what he's going to do.
Next day James walked over to Jill and asked what Suzanne likes the most. Jill told him that Suzanne liked horror movies and sharks. He went to the store and bought michael myers plushie, some halloween vhs tapes and more shark related stuff. He wrote small letter to Suzanne. After school ended James went to the park where him and Suzanne were supposed to meet. When Suzanne came out of class and opened her locker small letter fell out of her locker:
Dear Suzanne. I'm somone who truly loves you and even though you may not see it I truly believe that you deserve respect and love. Please read this letter and meet me in your favorite park at 5:00 o'clock.
You're truly lover.
Suzanne happily:Oh that's so sweet. I wonder who could possibly write something so poetic. I gotta go see him.
She rushed home to get ready and meet her mysterious lover. Oh how excited she was. She chossed pretty dress and did her makeup.
Suzanne sweetly to herself:Well don't you look nice?
She went downstairs and went out of the house. She walked down the street to the park. She loved this park so much. It was beautiful no matter what time if year it was. She got to the place where she was supposed to meet her lover. To her surprise it was most handsome boy in school. James Carter.
Suzanne shocked:You?
James:Yep me. Surprise.
Suzanne:But I don't understand. Why me? You could have any other girl but not me.
James:Suzanne. Ever since I saw you I could stop looking at you. You're so beautiful and smart and kind. I just know that I want to be with you no matter what.
Suzanne:James I don't know what to say but it's all so sweet.
James:Well now is difficult part.
James kneeled down and took Suzanne hand in his.
James:Suzanne Jones. Will you be my sweet girlfriend?
Suzanne happy:Yes! Yes I will!
James and Suzanne hugged each other happily. That was how beautiful relationship started.
The end
Oh and yes this lovey drawing goes to @angel-lopes2000
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Part Two. Jackbox Shenanigans
warnings: swearing word count: 2.6k (not including pictures) behind the screen (irl dream x reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist
Y/n flinched awake, startled by the sounds traveling from the kitchen. Once again, the frosty air pricked her skin, trying to convince her to not move, to stay in bed under the warm blankets. Despite the feeling pulling her into her bed, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, grabbing her phone from her nightstand. Texts from Karl flooded her screen and she replied as she took her comforter off her mattress and wrapped it around herself. She pattered to the source of the noise to find her roommate was making food.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Naomi asked, eyes wide with concern as she looked at Y/n. "I dropped a pan."
Y/n, who was observing the world through one squinted eye, shook her head and she sat at the counter in the kitchen. "No, I should be awake anyway."
"You're usually awake much earlier. Late night?"
Y/n nodded. "George streamed and we all talked for a little after."
"Oh, yeah, I watched his stream this morning..." she started, eyes focused on the food in front of her but Y/n still caught the mischievous glint in her roommate's eyes.
"Of course you did," Y/n laughed through a yawn. "That's your lover."
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you gave me his number he would be."
"He doesn't give it to many people. I just barely got it and I've been friends with him for a year. I'm pretty sure Karl doesn't even have it."
Naomi groaned, though Y/n knew it was a joke... for the most part. She got another text from Karl, and consulted Naomi for a second opinion.
"Should I post this?" Y/n asked, lazily holding up her phone with a picture on the screen. Naomi squinted as she looked back over her shoulder. "Karl keeps yelling at me too."
"Yeah! That's a cute outfit. Make sure to credit Karl or he'll yell at you for that as well."
"No chance I'm doing that."
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Incoming FaceTime... karol <3
Y/n hit accept and held the phone up to make a face at Karl. He mimicked the position. "Hello, sir."
"Hello, ma'am."
"What are you doing?" she asked him, walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth, her comforter dragging on the floor behind her as it continued to protect her from the cold.
Karl got distracted and started messing with something out of the camera view. "Um, trying to figure out what to do for my stream tonight. What about you?"
"I'm waiting for you to give me a fit check!" Y/n yelled. Karl quickly looked at the camera and smiled. He set his phone down on his desk and ran backward so his whole body was in frame. He posed awkwardly a few different ways before running back and resuming his position.
"Yes!" Y/n hyped with a mouthful of toothpaste. "Let's go, Karl! Karl with the old man sweater!!"
He giggled. "You're the one that told me to buy it."
"Because it's sick. Doesn't mean it didn't belong to an old man before you."
Karl pouted before his face lit up. "Guess what. I met a girl."
"Oh?" Y/n cooed. "Where? Do you have pictures? Is she cute?"
"She's Jimmy's new cameraman. Camerawoman. I don't have pictures, and yes. She's very cute." His cheeks turned red and Y/n smiled, flipping off the bathroom light and heading to her closet. She threw her comforter back on the bed and tried to pick out an outfit.
"Come on, bud, elaborate. What's her name? Have you asked her out yet?"
"You don’t get to know her name, I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, you’ll just look ‘Mr Beast crew’ and find out anyway. Also, no, I haven’t. I'm pretty sure she thinks I hate her because I have not said a single word to her. I get so nervous when she's around I freeze up and just like... act weird. And then as soon as she's gone, Chris freaking roasts me so bad."
"Aw, I can teach you how to flirt if you want!"
"Yeah, okay," he scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words.
"What's with the attitude? I'm great at flirting."
"No, you're not. I watched Gogy's stream last night."
"What does that have anything to do with anything?"
"I heard the way you spoke to Dream."
"What?!"
"You have zero game, Y/n. Absolutely none. Zilch, if you will."
"Yeah, because I wasn't flirting with him?"
"Not successfully, at least."
"Karl, what?" Y/n laughed but she was so confused. "No part of me was trying to flirt with anyone in that stream."
"Oh, come on," Karl groaned. "Don't do this again. Don't pretend to not like a guy and then cry to me when you're wack ass attempts don't win him over."
"Karl," Y/n started, looking directly at him. "I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't flirting with him. I do not like him."
"I'm just saying, you talk about him a lot. Like, you always panic when he interacts with your posts because you're scared he's going to DM you right after. And you gush about him a lot."
"I do not gush. I admire the hard work he puts into his videos but I talk the same about him as I do with George and Sapnap. The only difference is I'm friends with them and not Mr. Minecraft. He's intimidating, that doesn't mean I have a crush on him."
Karl stared for a moment, trying to read Y/n's expression to detect any lies. "You'd tell me if you did, right?"
"Karl, I tell you everything. I'd tell you if I murdered your family." They both laughed. "It's impossible to hide anything from you, you're my best friend."
"Okay, sweet, but please don't murder my family, just to be clear."
"I won't. I love your mom too much."
"Well, how was meeting Dream, then? Despite apparently not being in love with him?"
"It was cool. Terrifying because it felt very forced but the four of us hung out on the call after George ended his stream and he was much more relaxed."
"That's true. Aren't we all?"
"Not you! You're the exact same person on and off camera. Just a little ball of giggles."
Karl giggled which made them both laugh more. Suddenly, as if he completely forgot until that moment, Karl sat up quickly and yelled, "What am I going to do for the stream?"
Y/n shrugged. "See if anyone wants to play Jackbox. Chat always loves those and it's relatively easy to throw together last minute. You just need to find people that are free to play."
"Genius. Who should we invite?"
"We?"
"Yeah. It was your idea, you have to play."
"But, I've never played! And I barely know all your friends so I wouldn't get half the inside jokes. I'd be a boring addition."
"Please? They're your friends too! You just talked to Sapnap and George for four hours yesterday and George was the only one playing anything. That's friendship if I've ever seen it."
"But... others.... like literally everyone besides Sap and George...."
"Things like this are how you get to know them better. Besidessss, you're never boring."
"Fine, I'll play."
"YES!" he shouted. "Okay, who should we invite?"
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Y/n huffed and scooted her chair closer to her desk. She pulled up Discord and hovered over the voice chat everyone was in. An overwhelming number of voices chaotically spoke over each other as soon as she joined.
"Oh no," she mumbled.
"AYYEE!!" a voice yelled, the green bubble lighting around Quackity's name confirming her suspicions.
"Aye," she said back less enthusiastic. "Hi everyone."
"She's here!" George cheered.
Y/n could hear Sapnap huff. "Finally. Geesh."
"This isn't even your stream, calm down." Y/n's eyes scanned the names on the left to read who else was involved in tonight's games. She had suggested a few people to Karl but wasn't sure about the final list. Besides the boys who had already greeted her were BadBoyHalo and Dream.
"Hello, Bugsy! It's nice to meet you! I'm BadBoyHalo."
Y/n smiled widely at his voice. "Hi, BadBoyHalo! Nice to meet you too."
Her eyes slowly traveled to the last name on the list, which had yet to greet her. She wasn't bitter, but she was curious why he hadn't said anything yet. The boys hyped up him talking about her so much but she had yet to feel that energy from him. She picked at the bottom of her hoodie, eyes darting between the names as they lit up when someone spoke.
"Is Dream still AFK?" Sapnap asked.
"I think so," Bad replied.
Maybe that's the only reason he hadn't said anything. Y/n felt stupid for thinking it had anything to do with her.
"He's probably coding something or something like that," George teased.
"Haha nerdy ass man," Quackity cackled.
"Language."
"Don't you also code shit, George?" Sapnap called out. "You're probably helping him test something after this, huh? As Quackity said, nerdy ass man."
"You know what, Sapnap? I'm not sure I like your attitude all that much."
Y/n smiled. Despite feeling nervous, she was already having fun just listening to everyone talk. The real nerves would kick in when they were live in front of tens of thousands of people and she would have to be funny.
A message popped up in the general chat, notifying everyone that Karl was joining the voice call soon so they shouldn't say anything bad.
"Everyone say something weird," Quackity directed.
Discord dinged and Karl's name joined the list on the side. "AAAHHHH-!" he started yelling over everyone to let them know he was here in case they were saying anything bad. With his luck, they were going to say stuff anyway to mess with him.
"So, yeah, that's how I lost my virginity," Quackity said as if he just finished a story.
"To a prostitute?" Sapnap added quickly. "Wow, I never thought you... oh Karl!"
"Language!" Bad gasped.
"What the..." Karl laughed loudly. "What did I just join?"
"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry," Quackity apologized, which was hard to make out since he was laughing so hard, surprised at what Sapnap added to his joke.
"Bad, you can't say language about a prostitute," Sapnap defended. "That's really rude of you. Maybe it's a little unconventional but they're just tryna make some money the best way they know how."
George laughed with Quackity as Bad sputtered. "I-I said language about what Quackity said!"
"What, virginity?" Karl asked innocently and Bad yelled again.
"Bad hates people who have had sex!" Y/n called, causing Quackity to laugh loudly.
"Bad! How could you?! That's so messed up!"
"Wait, guys, is everyone here?" Karl asked.
"Dream isn't. We don't know where he went."
Karl groaned and started typing something, presumably yelling at Dream to join.
"Let's goooo! We're popping off!" Quackity started saying, stalling. "We're popping off!" George joined him, becoming absolute fools to keep the chat entertained.
"Okay, he's here!" Karl said. "Everyone's here!"
"I'm here, I'm here, sorry. I was... yeah, sorry," Dream stuttered out.
"Welcome back, Dream!" Bad chirped.
"Hello!" he replied. Unexpectedly, his next greeting was directed at Y/n. "Hi, Bug."
Y/n instantly got shy for no discernable reason. She blamed it on his voice and its ability to manipulate emotions any way he wanted. That and she was getting attention from someone first. "Hi," she squeaked back, hoping the contrast of her icy hands would cool her face enough to focus on the game.
"Bugsy, you are adorable," Bad stated simply.
"Sapnap! What did you just send me?" George asked loudly, and just like that, the attention was off of her and she could breathe again.
"What?" Sapnap feigned innocence.
This was going to be a long game.
"Let's play!" Karl decided. "Should we warm up with some Quippy?"
Y/n focused intensely on her answers, silently hoping the others would find her funny.
"Oh my gosh," she mumbled as everyone else finished writing. "Y'all, I'm about to get Quiplashed so hard. Don't make fun of me."
"I seriously doubt it," Dream said. "You can't possibly be worse than George at this game."
"Shut up, we always- it's like 3 am my time. I can't, like, think of things 'cause my brain isn't functioning."
"Yeah, that's why," Sapnap teased.
"Surreee," Dream said.
The first round wasn't too bad. Y/n was in 5th place but she got quite a few laughs so she didn't care too much about where she stood. She got a notification from Dream on Twitter as everyone laughed at one of Quackity's answers.
Y/n looked back at her screen and saw the new prompt and answers. She read them quickly as everyone was laughing and with a few seconds left to choose, voted for the one on the left. It was funnier anyway.
She loosened up substantially after another round, and she knew it was mostly because Dream had reached out to her. Something about him comforted her and made her feel safe, which warmed her heart.
"Bugsy! What the hell, that's so messed up. You're so messed up," Quackity yelled, laughing at the answer on the screen. They were playing Survive the Internet and her comment got taken way out of context, just as the game intended.
"Oh my gosh!" Karl cackled loudly. "Bugsy, I didn't know you felt that way. Oh my gosh? They're just kids?? Bugsy out the gang?"
Y/n hid her face in her hands and laughed. "Noooo!! Wait I never knew- I didn't know I was ever in the gang?"
"She really said, 'infant children? slaughter them all'," Sapnap joked.
"You know, I think you'd get along really well with Technoblade," Dream added. "Though his specialty is orphans, as it appears."
"No, no, no, whoever wrote that heading is SO messed up!" Y/n defended, rereading the heading that made her comment look bad. She knew it was a game but all the attention on her was making her embarrassed. "Who would think to put that?"
"Everyone cancel Busgy!" Karl yelled.
"Karl, no! You're supposed to be my best friend!"
"I don't know how I feel about my best friend killing children..."
"Karl!!"
"Nooo," Bad protested softly. "I like Bugsy. Don't cancel her."
"Everyone vote!"
The article with Y/n's name turned out to be Dream's. "Dream! What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, causing him to wheeze loudly.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanted point."
The whole night ended up being like that. Y/n had a lot of fun and by the end, she felt a lot more comfortable with all of them. Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap were loud and very high energy while George and Bad were quieter. Dream was half and half, sometimes matching Quackity's volume and sometimes going a while without saying a word. Overall, Y/n had a lot of fun and hoped to let back in the gang in the future.
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A/N: WOOO PART TWOOO!! Hope you guys enjoyed this part! Also thank you so much for all the love on the first part!! I did not expect it to get as much attention as it did!!!!!
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Okay. I’m ready to real talk Black Widow. I don’t want to but as an activist there’s an obligation I have to share and educate. I nerd to forget but I suppose it shows the power of this movie if it brings something real into the light.
*Spoiler Warning. Trigger warning for everything.*
There are some things I want to say that could potentially spoil aspect of the Black Widow film. I also would advise you to skip this post if you have a darker past, if you aren’t interested in getting serious, or wish to skim by, I’m sincerely not judging! I come on here to avoid the universe as well. You do you, I totally still love you if you don’t read this and want to move onto something nerdy or more fun. This isn’t the post for you.
It’s taken me a while to process and organize my thoughts. Skip if you don’t want to hear deep, raw stories.
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Okay. Nerd review first.
The level of girl power and any and all glass ceilings… There is SO much left to do. So much that needs to still be addressed. But seeing 3 women run this show: Yelena, Natasha, and Melina was an absolute joy to observe. This isn’t the end of some hard waged war, it’s the beginning and I beg you; Disney/Marvel. Please give us more of this? It’s so important for young girls to see other girls kicking butt and winning. Quick summary of nerd feelings; Losing Nat still burns. Yelena is a boss.
Okay…Real talk.
I have to get a little deeper here now. My personal story absolutely played into how I felt about this film and I wish I saw some trigger warnings about the material covered. Do I know Black Window’s story? Yes. In and out. I can read it, I can write my FF on it. However. Little to no one knows my story and so absolutely no one is to blame for not warning me. I was not expecting to come out this shook.
I’m sharing this because it’s happening now, today. In the real world. I doubt the film makers had this mind over other social issues, but after feeling like it’s irrelevant, that my pain is somehow less than, I’m realizing through my activism it’s not.
I grew up in a cult where women are not relevant. You matter up to a point. You are useful, to a point. If you’re giving 24/7, you’re not giving enough. If you’re not smiling as you’re doing cult stuff, you’re complacent. In addition to why I’m about to share, my house growing up was not a safe space which is a story for another time. So it’s a stack…this janga-ish game that eventually just comes crashing down.
My trigger started moments after the film started the handing over of the kids. When Alexei chooses the job over the welfare of the girls. Alexei put his two “daughters” in danger to save ‘face’. To put the job ahead of two children…it hit home. In the group I’m from, fathers, mothers, grandparents, siblings will absolutely choose the group over blood. You are nothing and you mean nothing if you ‘defect’. If you break a rule. If you complain. If you say ‘no’. If you put in a bad review for a leader, if you have anything bad at all to say about the organization as a whole. You can confide something deep in someone you trust and it absolutely will come back to hurt you.
The title song shook me completely. This collage of video and images of brainwashing, treating these girls like absolute objects is disgusting in itself. But when you’re raised in this other world, there’s a level of brainwashing that is absolutely unmatched. Videos, books, quizzes, 12 hour lectures, weekly meetings.
People are unified to the point where you lose your own identity. There’s a language- a literally language- words you start to misuse. Verbiage only people in the cult use. Kids of any age will watch any rated film. Frequently the themes are about obedience and or cooperation and the consequences if you do not cooperate/obey. Death is a such a common theme that either you become petrified of your own shadow, petrified of breathing wrong, or turn completely numb. In sharing these videos, the goal is to instill this fear that you will never be enough. That you will die- turn into a charred hot dog of a figure if you do not obey 8 white men - the leaders, in New York. That your friends, classmates, neighbors, family will die if they don’t believe what you do. That you’re held accountable if you can’t bring them to your side.
The song for the credits hit me. I cannot listen to it. I have no idea what it was about.
When I watched the film, I couldn’t focus at this point at gosh barely 15 minutes in. I had already checked out. I heard keywords. “Entertainers,” “I feel stupid and contagious…”
In my world, I did not matter. What mattered was, what was presented to the public. To your group. Meeting some checklist of this perfect family at any cost. You’re not an individual, you’re a number. Literally. Your records are documented by men in the back room- your actions, your track record. But ultimately? You’re part of a numeral equation reported to headquarters. And if you’re a woman, you do not have a say in how you look, dress, act or in what you say. You are as the title song says, …“Entertainers”. You smile. You do your job, and you are ‘happy’ about it. Your job is to dedicate x amount of hours cleaning the room you gather in, and in recruitment of other members…
There’s a ‘job’ in the cult called a “pioneer”. Okay. No, we might not have been trained assassins. But you are trained to manipulate emotionally. To prey on the weak. You get books, magazines, movies, speeches, lectures- you rarely get a free Saturday. Oh and the job isn’t paid. So make sure you’re working (part time because full time secular work isn’t acceptable) at a desk job (because college and getting an education is not allowed). Don’t make friends with the people who work with you, they’re out to get you. Back at the club; You answer questions like it’s some schoolastic quiz every week and quote what your reading. It’s a brainwashing tactic. If you say something enough times, you remember it. You start to believe it. You spend hours reading these things, training… Your job is to target people who have lost- and have lost a lot because they’re vulnerable. You learn to go to cemeteries, and literally stalk people who are grieving. Like Val. If you can catch someone when they’re weak, senses are dulled. They’re desperate. And you bait them with this false promise. This idea that all THEY have to do is change all that they are, join you, and they’ll see their dead loved ones again. That they are doomed if they don’t change. Most pioneers draft 2-4 people per lifetime. If you’re a great saleswoman, you can draft more into this horrific world. And I regret the hours I spent lying, torturing people. For some cult that doesn’t give two cents about me.
I 100% believed of I didn’t convince my classmates, neighbors, to join my side they would either turn me in or they would be killed by a divine being. From 2 years old I was supposedly handing out pamphlets. The doom is not a quick painless death, no. You have visuals. You have men getting up to talk in detail about what your ‘friends’ will look like as corpses. Visually descriptive to the point where I still feel a bit numb to it all. That you will have to bury their bodies after the whole divine destruction. That you will have to “clean up” the earth. You are numb- convinced- bullied to the point where you believe this is true.
If you’re hurt as MANY WOMEN AND CHILDREN ARE, and you don’t have two people to testify and say they saw it- it never happened. Abuse is the norm. And if you speak up about it? You’re called a liar. Your friends cut you off. They think you’ll die along with everyone else if you put in a ‘bad review’ or leave. You’re bullied into submission and taught from a young age that you are not in control of your own decisions. You relinquish yourself under the pretense that the men you have such reverence toward are under some divine being’s control.
Your parents hurting you is acceptable. And don’t you dare speak against your father if he’s deeply involved. Don’t even think about approaching if he’s on a phone call. If you’re hit you take it- because you “deserved” it. And you smile. You shove that pain deep down. You hide the bruise, the cut lip, the depression, the bottles of pills you’re swallowing the whatever….You’re screwed if you faint, throw up, pass out, because you’ve missed a meeting. You better be dying for that to happen…
The idea that is portrayed in the movie (IMO) is that you can forgive family who hurts you. I see people forgiving Alexei and what’s her name. Look- that’s great. It’s a fun film. Alexei is funny. Here’s what I saw; it’s a toxic man- nay- father who can’t accept responsibility. He takes pride in what the girls have become- monsters. Not in who they are at their core. He has no idea who they are. And the mom has this photo album…I’m tearing up. She remembers this a certain way, a wishful thought. I’ve confronted my own mother about our past and had an album thrown at me, “We were happy. You were happy.” The fact is I was told the smile. You’re forcing this perception that everything was normal. That it’s okay to go back. (I’m not taking away Yelena’s view that everything was real to her, that’s fine for the sake of the story, and sweet. The moment between her and Alexei..fine. Milena turns and takes their side at the end, great.) The problem with how I saw this, is that’s not how the real world works. I don’t owe my parents forgiveness when I didn’t mean shit to them. When people leave the cult they’re cut off. Treated like they’re dead. I didn’t find these moments cute, I found them horrific. Hugging me, saying he’s proud of me is the toxic sh** my father would pull. Ignoring the holes in the wall, in my skull, the phony impression he gives to the rest of the group. Hugging me…after sweeping everything he did not only to me, but countless others under the rug because the cult…because 8 men in NY will protect him. Legally. Or otherwise.
I don’t need to forgive my parents. If you’ve been mistreated, you don’t owe anyone anything. They can “try” to do the right thing, that doesn’t somehow block out years of mistreatment. Years of trauma. Sheetrock only patches the surface of the broken walls. Wounds heal but some scars stay with you forever. Metaphorically or otherwise.
‘Entertainers’ was a trigger word because if you’re high enough in the ranking system you’re asked to “testify” or share a story. It’s in front of a couple thousand. It’s an “honor”. What it really is, is a three ring circus. You will only see women on the sidelines reading from the cards while only men stand at the main podium. They’re reading what they have told them to say. Stories are manipulated, cut, changed to fit a narrative that better suits the group of a couple thousand members.
Dreykov. I hate this. But I have to go there. I’m neck deep already, might as well. I think the worst part of all of it is that you can’t touch the person who made you this way. Those 6-7-8 leaders are untouchable. It doesn’t matter what you try. What legal entities, ex groups have tried. There’s a term for us and we are considered ‘mentally diseased.’ Members are told to avoid us. And in case you were curious, no, they can’t just break their nose on a table to be free- if only it were that simple. Gosh that got me. I would cut a limb, split my skull open, if it meant I could just cut a chord. It takes years of therapy and I still have nightmares. Urges to just, go. I’m OKAY. But most escapees are not. If you manage to escape with your life and don’t end it because the pressure, guilt, abuse that comes with leaving is too much. (This is sadly the fate of MANY LBGTQ+ members.)
The only hope is either the group eventually runs out of money or they’re taken down legally. Both of which are impossible since many older members will leave all they have to the group rather than to their family. It’s a complex billion dollar publishing company that plays monopoly with people’s investments, homes, and lives.
If you speak up, you’re the liar. So you cannot free your friends, who have turned on you, already cut you off, and discarded you the day you walked out and didn’t come back.
Watching Natasha, and Yelena free their sisters made me think of every woman who is stuck in this cult. For every woman, child, currently being sexually/physically abused and can’t say sh** because they literally believe god will kill them. If I say anything to them, they block me. If I expose what’s happening they will lie in court. That’s what is happening. And it’s not in the news, it’s not talked about. Because you can’t. You’re forced into silence. There’s a block. A literal legal force field that you cannot penetrate. They have their own lawyers. You can’t break into it. You’ll lose every, single, legal battle you try to fight.
Was this a decent movie? Yes. Was I expecting to share this days after release, no. I’ve been forced into silence for so long, told that people have it far worse and that I shouldn’t talk about it. But just today I saw a grown ass couple in an escapee group, talking about how one trigger word sent them into a depressive spiral. Wondering if some god damn lightening will come out of the sky and knock them dead. And we frickin struggle in silence. People will just shrug and go “oh it can’t be that bad,” while my gay best friend can’t catch an effing break. While someone else suffers at home because god wants it that way. Someone else will bury their kid today, maybe not even hold a funeral for them if they were ‘mentally diseased.’
For people like that couple I met today, like me, if you don’t just see a fun film but a darker past or maybe it’s brought up some memories for you, I’d honestly love to chat!!! Message me! I feel like for as painful as this is to hash out not too many people know about what goes on behind a group of smiling, well dressed woman who come knocking on your door. “It’s just a religion.”
I guess I didn’t realize…the criminal aspect of what happened to me. You’re so ingrained to keep quiet. To smile. To ignore, to suppress. I can smile, joke laugh, but visualizing…inadvertently seeing this mirror was so unbelievably uncomfortable. I would always rather help someone else because it takes me out of my head. Live in a bubble where I can call my trauma a ‘fantasy’. What’s real is when someone like me has a bad day? Lol! Look, my husband literally checks his phone to make sure a conversation never touches a couple hundred trigger words that will absolutely send me into the closet with a gallon of ice cream or a bottle of whiskey. I can’t imagine what someone else, what some other traumatized individual goes through. (Maybe that’s why the Bucky stuff makes me all angry She-Hulk too..)
Look, talking people ex members of this group, out of suicide is a daily endeavor to the point where it’s borderline on autopilot. But having this, I suppose, brilliant, piece of cinema turn the camera around left me raw and writhing and angry. Not for me, but for everyone else still stuck. With every year you spend in that cult, add ten more to therapy.
If you feel like me at all, you’re not alone. Not anymore. We were raised to feel alone in the world. That the universe is somehow out to get us and that’s simply not true. You don’t need the people who raised you if they were absolute shit bags. And you DO NOT have to forgive them for keeping you in that environment. Family isn’t family if they’ve hurt you. You owe them nothing. It is healthy to feel your feelings (and you and your feelings are valid. )
Anyways! I hope to be able to talk about more fun Marvel topics soon. But this felt important so thanks for listening. I’m really not hating guys, this is just…it’s heavy. And I beg you to do your research into cults and to help out where you can.
Love and light,
-M
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Cas will smite everyone who insults Dean's freckles
Yes yes he will! No questions asked! 👀
But shit just went down here, anon! Still sweet end, don't worry ✨ For you 😅
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Castiel likes it when Dean is honest with himself.
Since their first kiss, their first night, both confessing how they always wanted each other in every way, Castiel made Dean agree they both stop their 'wishful thinking' and start doing as they please. They wasted time dancing around each other, Castiel is not about to condition Dean on his own wants. He wants Dean. Permission was given. Castiel trusts Dean and that's about everything they needed to know.
So he likes it when Dean steals kisses while in the middle of a stressful hunt. Likes it so much when Dean entwines their hands while doing manual research. Best, of course, is when he can pin Dean on the wall without much as a blink. Gets thrilled when Dean pushes his chair and straddles his lap without warning.
It happens anywhere in the Bunker: the library, the kitchen, even the upper entrance where they set the chessboard game. He loves Dean's honesty, it makes his whole face brighten and make Castiel feel like sunshine is flooding his soul.
So it's true. Honesty is the best policy. Except for Sam. Sam needs limits. Sam says he needs his peace of mind so honesty is not for all. Sam who caught them by the ham radio panel once, twice by the telescope too- needs his rules. They had to make sure Sam is safely out of the way.
So when Dean stands up from his chair and walked to him while Castiel sits on the couch by side table, Castiel smiles too. Sam is out for the night. And Dean wearing his cheeky little grin and twinkling green eyes suggestively makes Castiel's invisible broken wings to flutter in excitement.
Dean takes the book from Castiel's hand and threw it away. Angel's eyes follow where it landed (in case he needs to retrieve it before a dog eats it) before falling on his knees. Castiel watches Dean, mesmerized as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Their eye contact is glazed and intense when Dean looks up before kissing the tip of its head.
Castiel exhales for the blessing. Leaning back on the chair, he cards his hand on the hunter's hair. Dean is beautiful. Much beautiful with cheeks flushed and lips wrapped around his cock. But it's not this that gets Castiel staring fixedly.
"I love them. Your freckles."
It's the first time he's said it.
Also, first time to see Dean glare up to the angel's surprise. His movement did not cease but the pacing grows bolder and quicker that Castiel is throwing his head back breathlessly, fingers digging on the hunter's hair till he comes. Dean draws more from him, Castiel wonders if its Dean telling him to stop talking.
Dean's lips certainly can and when the hunter smirks at Castiel's wrecked form, the angel thought nothing of it anymore
Until the next hunt.
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The impala door slams shut, scaring off squirrels on the nearest lawn in the middle of a hot suburb.
"What's the plan, Samwise?"
"Shut up, Dean. We need this done pronto. We already know the demon's inside the house holding two college students hostage-"
"-who happened to play around with a book of witchcraft and eventually summon an actual powerful demon-" Cas supplies flatly.
"Good times." Dean rolls his eyes.
"Is it?" Cas is confused.
"Guys, listen," Sam pursed his lips "we still have to know what kind of demon they summon okay? From the description of the mother, the book she saw is ancient-"
"That's my boy remembering all the nerdy stuff." Dean pats Sam's shoulder who scowls.
"I was thinking they could've summoned an old demonized pagan god which means it's going to be a little tricky."
"Can't I smite it on the spot?"
Dean beams at Cas, full of heart eyes.
"That's why I love that you're here, Cas. You've no idea of half the shit Sam and I went through when we deal with the old bitch stuff as pagan gods." Cas only squints.
Sam shakes his head. "No, Cas. If we can catch it that's much better. We don't know what happened to the third kid."
"And there's a third kid." Dean sighs. "There's always a third kid. Cas, we can't have the demon ganked until we have the whereabout of the kid, okay?"
"Understood."
"You can smite it when things got out of hand," Sam adds. Castiel relaxes. "Dean will work on the trap downstairs while I tackle it wherever the hell it is."
"Definitely not in hell." Dean snorts humorously but nobody laughed. He scowls.
"Cas can cover the back of the house, Dean can go front while I clear what's the second floor, see if the kids are there. And Dean. Don't kick the door, please." Sam finishes.
Dean winks at Cas. "Sammy does the search and rescue while we get the tough job."
They do the drill.
Dean is the first to reach the living room. Castiel hears him kick the door. Rolling his eyes, he walks through the kitchen, searching high and low. But he stops when he feels the evil energy contained in the space ascend so he hurries to Dean.
Dean has it in a devil's trap. It has shed the mortal body to its gruesome true form of bile and wood, an old pagan indeed. Probably after Sam exorcises it.
The demonic voice did not surprise him he hears it talking to Dean. He hears the threats, the convulsing energy that wants to harm, but when the demon starts cursing at Dean, Castiel steps forward. The demon saw him and yells curses in his direction.
"I got it, Cas," Dean says.
"You?" spits the demon, "Yoke of the yellow eyes with his tongue's mark on your skin, got me? Freckled fuck-"
Castiel's whole form flares with anger. He sees Dean flinch, sees the color drain from his face as the demon went on with insults but it's over in a second. Castiel smites the demon, holy grace exploding in blinding rage. His eyes stay on Dean who blinks at him in surprise. They stand there not talking till Sam appears telling them third kid is not upstairs.
"Cas! I told you we need him!" Sam says, crestfallen at the empty devil's trap.
"It got out of hand," Castiel says tone leveled. "Dean?"
"Uh... Yeah, yeah out of hand. Let's find thirdy." Dean reverts to his business tone, hunter first mode but Castiel sees through him.
Turns out the third kid is dead.
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That night when in the safety of Dean's room, after Castiel strips all but the necktie on his neck and granted Dean's fantasy, when the hunter is in a better, relaxed mood, Castiel asks Dean about it.
Honesty is what they needed most.
"It's not that. I love everything you say, Cas." Dean says with the left arm at the back of his head, the other Castiel's pillow while the angel stared up at him. "I just don't like it getting pointed... During, you know, sex."
"Why not?"
Dean looks away. "I know they don't look good. Not in the dark, not with fire-"
"What? Some mortal you had sex with said it's not?" Castiel couldn't imagine the fire at first, wondering how some one- nightstand can make Dean Winchester doubt the perfection of every part of his body.
Dean doesn't answer so Castiel pushes himself to look Dean in the eyes. His green eyes look somber and hurt. It confuses the angel.
"Dean."
"It's not exactly mortal." he points out.
"Anna?" Castiel chastises.
"No."
"I can recite all the supernatural beings in the world Dean, both in Alphabetical and numerical order. Also in symbols even Enochian if you want. So unless you want me to start the vigil-"
"I think you'll get there easy with demon A plus torture, y'happy now?" Dean snaps, turning his body away from the surprised angel.
But Castiel is a bottle of rage. He wants to climb out of bed and charge hell once again. Destroy everyone who made Deam suffer. But this is not about him.
Castiel's inside flounders at the gravity of the meaning. He stares at Dean's shrinking form, his exposed back where he can see the lovely sunspots graced by heaven's light even in the darkness of the room.
The remark of the demon hits him hard. Even when it's been years, scars of words don't easily heal...
He feels Dean's anguish, can see the brightness of Dean's soul slowly diminish. And it's easy to fall prey to your own demons sometimes, much easier than loving yourself after what happened.
It hurts the angel.
"Dean." he places a gentle hand on the hunter's shoulder possessively, glad Dean isn't pulling away. "Dean, when I put you together from hell when I touched you right here," he squeezes the shoulder, "I cleansed your soul from any damage and residue that hell brought you. That's what an angel's claim means to do. To purify and renew. Any sin you committed before then has been... Um, in your words, turned a clean slate. There was no doubt you came out from there intact and cleansed."
"Let's not talk about it." Dean fumes. "Not in the sack. Don't mention it, please, Cas.."
Castiel looks brokenheartedly at Dean. He rubs his hand gently on Dean's skin before finally pulling the man's back flat on the bed. His heart ached when he sees the blurry green eyes swimming in silent unshed tears.
Castiel frowns deeper. Dean is beautiful and no kind of demon will ever see that. It takes amount of love to see it. Dean needs to see it. So he leans down. Crawls over the man, their bodies parallel, his knees on each side of Dean's hips and then worships him
Lile how Dean deserves it.
He catches Dean's eyes. Makes Dean see the intensity of his love. Presses a gentle kiss on Dean's eyes, his nose, his cheeks. Dean's lips he brushes with his own.
"I love them. They are beautiful," he repeats firmly, confidently.
Dean swallows hard. Castiel crushes his lips on Dean to a bruising kiss, distracting Dean further when he presses their body together, igniting the flame dampened by a cursed memory. But Castiel won't let Dean continue believing his freckles are Taboo. He loves Dean's freckles. Loves everything that is Dean.
So he repeats it when he touches Dean and makes him come. Repeats it when he takes Dean apart. Whispers it when Dean falls asleep in his arms. Knows Dean starts believing when he says it repeatedly on his ears and Dean smiles.
"I love them, okay?"
Dean pecks on his lips and murmurs, "I love everything you love, Cas."
"That means you."
Dean looks him in the eyes softly. Castiel waits, embracing Dean closer like doing so would keep Dean's heart together. Then-
"Mm kay. I love myself too."
Castiel tucks his face on Dean’s neck.
"Fuck, Cas - babe, you cryin?"
It's between that and smiling.
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Summary: Oblivious Deku doesn’t notice you flirting with him so you decide to get bold.
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You sigh as you secure the villain, pulling tightly on the capture rope around his hands and feet. Further down the road, you see your fellow hero from your agency cuffing the other two villains he’d taken down. Sighing again and sitting down on top of the hogtied villain, who complained and tried to squirm away, you freely ogled the smiling hero, Deku.
His muscles rippled and tugged at his suit, hinting at all the curves and divots in his body. That man was the complete package: he was kind and caring to others, strong, highly intelligent, cute, determined, and had a killer bod. But the thing is, despite being a walking sin, he was completely innocent and oblivious. It’s not like he isn’t aware of you; he just doesn’t realize when or think anyone would flirt with him. For months, you’ve been subtly flirting with Deku, trying to spark his interest, but nothing has happened. You sigh, pouting to yourself as you held down the villain who was still trying to get away.
It took a lot of courage just to lightly flirt with Deku, but now it’s looking like you’d need to be more forward. Determined to make Deku see you more as a woman than a fellow hero, you dragged the cursing villain over to the police cruiser that had pulled up. As the police handled putting the criminals in quirk-canceling cuffs and into their vehicle, you made your way over to your patrol partner.
The adorable Deku just smiled at you as he adjusted his utility belt, putting away the capture rope he’d used. You scooted closer to him, biting your lower lip as you felt his body heat radiate off of him. It’s now or never; you go in for the kill. “You know, when you fight, you got some major Daddy vibes going on.”
“Daddy? I’m hardly a father figure.” You almost want to smack yourself at that reply. But you don’t lose hope.
“Oh no, I’m not talking daddy. I mean,” you stand on your toes to whisper hotly into his ear, making sure your lips brush against it. “Daddy.”
The response this time was instantaneous. Deku turned to you with a completely flushed face. “Don-don’t say things like that!”
You chuckled at him; so he does understand sexual jokes. Leaning suggestively towards him, you smirked as he tried to lean away. “You gonna punish me? Spank me, Daddy?” You ended it with a wink and Deku let out an indescribable screech from his mouth.
“Okay! Time to continue our patrol!” He quickly turned from you, walking robotically, like he had to think about how to walk and work his limbs properly. You skipped behind him, letting him calm down. For the rest of the patrol, he was unable to make eye contact with you. Oh, this will be fun.
Over the course of the next few days, you would throw over-the-top flirtatious lines at Deku. He never saw it coming, too. One day, you entered the office earlier than usual. There was a pile of paperwork sitting on your desk that you've been putting off. Luckily, you saw that the last person that had clocked in was Deku.
Looking around the corner to the said hero’s office, you saw him sitting at his desk, typing away on his company computer in his civilian clothes. He’s most likely doing the same thing you’d planned on doing.
“Hey, Deku,” you cheered as you walked over to his desk. The poor man had no idea what was about to happen as he looked at you with his usual sweet smile.
“Hello—” You plopped right onto his desk, legs crossed and pressed close to him. Your hands went to work, feeling his arm and causing the pen he was holding to fly out of his hand. “What are you doing?!”
You fingers ran up and down his arm, feeling the curves, bulging veins, and deep scars on his skin.“Feeling your muscles. It’s amazing how much power comes from these compact guns. You’re amazing.”
You could hear him swallow, his eyes bouncing around the room and refusing to settle on you. His ears were quickly turning red. But he didn't pull away so you took that as a good sign. “Th-Th-Thank you, I—”
“I bet you could hold me against the wall one handed for hours, no problem.” Again, his face instantly became a deep shade of red. You couldn't help but giggle as you poked at his warm cheek. “Oh, Deku turned into a sexy tomato.”
“I NEED TO GO ON PATROL NOW!” He stood up and practically ran out of the room, accidentally clipping his shoulder on the doorway and stepping into a garbage can. You tried to cover a snort behind your hand when he lifted his foot and the can stayed on his foot. Looking back at you, he chuckled nervously as he pulled off the trash can and ran towards the locker rooms.
After that, you made more of an effort to make physical contact. Nothing too extreme. Commenting on his strength while brushing his arms. Your hands would “accidentally” touch when passing paperwork or when patrolling beside each other. Everytime you were rewarded with his adorable blush. He was becoming more aware of you and it was fantastic. Finally, he was seeing you in a different light.
“Wanna spar?” You walked straight up to Deku while he was on the leg press. Today was both of your days off and you knew Deku always used the agency’s gym in the morning on his days off. Sometimes the two of you would workout together if your schedules allowed you to.
He gave you a cautious look, probably trying to figure out if you were planning something. You just smiled at him innocently. “Sure…,” he agreed and the two of you made your way to the floor mats.
Both of you got into your fighting positions. You loved one-upping the higher ranking hero, it was exhilarating. Deku always gave you detailed instructions on how to improve and moves you could add to your fighting style. But today was not the day for that. In two minutes flat, Deku had you pinned down on to the floor without breaking a sweat. “That was too easy.” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Okay, so maybe I wanted to be pinned down by your arms this time.” You smiled up at him as he just blinked owlishly at you. “Your pretty eyes and iron buns always leave me pinned to the ground.”
You could see the exact moment when he had fully processed your words. He quickly let go of your pinned arms and stood up. “I’m… I’m… I think I’m done for the day! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
He ran around the gym, picking up his things while you just layed on the mat, watching him. Just as he was stepping out the door you shouted, “Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go!”
“Gaaaah!” You chuckled as he stumbled through the doors; he always became extremely clumsy when flustered.
After a month of constant flirting, your mood has improved as much as Deku’s face consistently stayed red. Tonight should be fun; there is a mandatory company gathering where everyone got together at a rented-out bar to drink the night away. It’s to help keep morale up and to make sure people took it easy once in a while. You luckily got to run into a tipsy Deku on your way out of the bathroom. Your boss loves to have drinking contests with the younger heroes and Deku was most likely one of his victims. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. “Hey Deku, looking good with that blush.”
He opened an eye to see you standing beside him and groaned. “Stop teasing me, I can’t with my mind fuddled like this.”
You giggled; that was fair and gave him a nod. “Are you drunk?”
“No, but you a meanie. Flirting with me suddenly to just make me flustered… so mean…” He was practically pouting beside you. He still thinks you’re messing with him. After all that?
Gosh, why do you like such an oblivious guy? “Deku I’ve been flirting with you for like months and you never reacted before. I just decided to be more forward, so happy you noticed, Mister Oblivious.” You let your back hit the wall as you gently leaned against him.
He let you do as you pleased, now used to your gentle touches. “You’re just saying that. I’m plain and nerdy.” He still sounded pouty, not believing you at all.
Him not being aware of how hot and sweet he was had been endearing in the beginning, but now it was just getting ridiculous. “Deku…Midoriya Izuku, I’m not just saying it. Nerds are sooo my type. I think you’re adorable and I find you very attractive. So attractive that you’re Mister Sexy Buns in my phone.”
For the first time tonight, you heard him laugh. “Noooo.”
“Yes.” You held up your phone to show him your texts, his contact name on top of the screen.
You felt him lean his weight into you as he laughed uncontrollably. “Pfft, that’s so weird and a silly name.”
“Hey, don’t deny the sexiness that is your ass. Best ass in Japan, hands down, ” you stated matter-of-factly. You weren't the only one who thought so. A gossip magazine rated heroes asses and Deku got number three in all of Japan. If it had just been men being rated, you are sure he would have been number one.
“I don’t know, you have a nice butt.” You choked on airl did Deku just say you had a nice butt? What? You were so shocked, you were speechless. “Ooooh, can dish it out no problem but baby can’t handle it when it’s served back at her.”
Deku let out a deep chuckle that you’d never heard from him before as he turned towards you, hands resting on your hips as he leaned against you more. “B-baby?”
“Mmmhmmm. Be prepared, I’m coming for you.” You swallowed as you felt yourself being pinned against the wall with Deku’s body pressed against yours, his head resting on your shoulder and breath tickling your neck. “And you’ll be coming for me soon, too.”
You felt his hands start to slide down. He chooses to be this forward now? In public?! “Wait, wait! Midoriya…I-I…” You reached out to push him back slightly only for him to fall to his knees in front of you. “Midoriya?” His eyes were shut and he let out a small snore, peacefully asleep while your heart was still pounding in your chest.
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Well, I want to see our Werewolves, of course. The small downside to the show is that a lot of the characters are underdeveloped or we don't get to know them. But I do kind of like Alyssa and I like Kyle (Yes, he's an ass, but I still like him. I like the actor and I have thing for guys with curly hair) Also this is my HCs, Kyle's last name is Prescott. So, can you add Alyssa and Kyle and Amir was cute and nice.
I had to go back and look up what the original request was aosidhgfoaisdhfoas because i COULDNT REMEMBER!! BUT FIRST DATE HEADCANONS FOR OUR FAVORITE GROUP OF CHAOTIC BASTARDS
Hamish is the type of guy that would take you on a Nerdy Date - if you were into that sort of thing. I mean, have you seen this guy? He is most definitely going to say you are the nicest piece of art in the museum before breaking out in a grin and admitting that he should not have dropped such a cheesy compliment on you. But before any place fancy off of campus, Hamish is going to take you to the Blade and Chalice - something familiar, for a relaxing drink and a small bite to eat, a chance to make sure that you really are comfortable being alone with him while not really being alone.
It’s also the place that, you know...Randall and Lilith and Jack can also make sure that you’re Up To Snuff for their fearless leader, while he uses the opportunity to see what his closest friends think of you. He really values the opinions of his friends, especially on something that he, himself, is so nervous about - putting himself completely on the line for you.
Don’t sweat it. Lilith doesn’t spend the WHOLE time glaring at you. In fact, she tells you what Hamish’s favorite exhibit is at the museum you end up going to. For your sake.
Boy does THAT work out in your favor (i.e. he is DTF on the first date if you two hit it off THAT well. Which. Let’s be real. He asked you out. You two hit it off THAT well already).
Have you met Randall? Of course you have, you’re going on a date with him! “Going” is....overselling it, however. If you agree to a date with Randall, he’s not planning something elaborate, but something casual and relaxing. The man lives in sweatpants for fucks sake, I highly doubt that he actually owns a pair of Slacks.
So, the first date is at his place - that room/apartment that he has for being an R.A. He orders some food from a nice place, grabs a variety of drinks for you to choose from, and makes sure that the place is clean. He cleans for you. Cleans. Give him a break.
It’s a night of good food, good booze, and shitty movies, each one worse than the one before it - but that could just be from the copious amounts of alcohol that you two partake in. Whenever you leave the couch and the comfort of his warmth, he sends message after message to the Swearwolves Group Chat (you look me in the eye and tell me that’s NOT what its called) telling them how EXCITED he is, how much FUN he’s having, until his texts aren’t making any sense because he’s so smitten and so drunk that he can’t stop smiling.
There’s a kiss, or two, and some gratuitous groping, but he will WAIT until, at least, the second date to get really into it.
Maybe.
Lilith is a nervous WRECK. From asking you out to actually meeting you the day of your date, she’s much more prickly than normal. But it’s okay!! Don’t let it phase you (if it does, should you REALLY be on a date with Lilith?). She will relax the longer you two are alone together, until its Business As Usual, and she’s wondering what the hell she was nervous about.
It’s a small place off campus that she picks - mostly because she does NOT want Hamish, Randall, or Jack to show up and ruin things. She says ruin, but if it’s anything like when she asked you out, then they would probably make faces at her until she just threw the whole date in the trash. But that’s why she picks a small diner off campus! So that she can have you to herself, so she can BE herself, and not worry about anything else.
It’s a movie afterwards. And there’s very little appreciate of the movie to be had, because as soon as the lights go down, she’s distracting you with small kisses and teasing touches, and boy does she enjoy being able to see you blush in the dark.
You two wouldn’t even make it back to a bed. If everything goes according to plan, the two of you are GOING to fuck in the back seat of the car.
Jack thinks he’s smooth, but he’s really not. He practiced asking you out in the mirror, and was repeating it to himself as he was on his way to meet you, but you found him first, and overheard the whole thing and said yes. He invites you out to some event that’s happening in town - something outside, and fun, like a carnival, or a fair. He knows that its relaxing, and fun, and it’s the one place that he can really get you alone if he needs to, because of the rides.
He would also send off messages to the Swearwolves Group Chat to let them know how it goes, and immediately decides to take you somewhere else when he hears three separate phones going off around the fair grounds.
After anything he has planned for you - be in the carnival, or the fair - he takes you home for dinner and to meet his Gramps. He may get embarrassed by some stories that Gramps shares - I mean, why wouldn’t he share these stories? It’s the perfect time! - but he’s so excited for you to meet his family that he’ll get over it.
It really is a sweet first date, and he even drops you off at your door with a kiss.
Granted, that doesn’t mean that he won’t come back later to visit because he just can’t stop thinking about you.
It’s not the first date anymore, now is it?
Does Alyssa do dates? Does she really? Not if you look at her track record. But it’s okay! When she decides to ask you on a date, it’s at the same time as you, and you both end up stumbling over your proposals and laughing a little because of it.
She cooks, and invites you over for a wonderful spread of food that she put together herself, and it’s all surprisingly easy - you two talk about magic, you talk about classes, you talk about anything and everything and it isn’t until the candles that she lit are practically stumps that either of you realize the time.
She lets you stay the night, stumbles over offering to give you the bed, and both of you turn a little pink when you agree to share it with her. It’s fine! It’s okay! You’re both adults, right? So when you both climb into bed, it’s safe to say that neither of you are jumping into the other’s arms.
But as you’re falling asleep, you do feel her arms around you.
Breakfast the following morning very much is a second date, and earns a little more than just a kiss from either of you.
(there actually arent gifs that i can find of kyle....but i might not have looked in the right spots)
Kyle, Kyle, Kyle. He really is full of himself, isn’t he? He asks you out MULTIPLE times, each one more pompous, and a little egotistical than the last, and every time you turn him down, if only because he keeps looking back at his friends like “hey, check it out, I’m getting a date”.
But, hey, when he actually gets the nerve to ask you out WITHOUT his friends hovering in the corner is when you actually agree.
And he pulls out ALL the stops: a fancy restaurant, a limo, fine wine, etc. But it isn’t the glitz and glam that get you, but the laughs. He’s surprisingly easy to talk to, and it reminds you why you were even friends with him to begin with, let alone why you studied magic with him. He was smart, and funny, and sweet when he pulled out your chair, and opened the door, and offered you his coat when you said you were cold.
Given his track record with you before your date, he doesn’t dare TRY to kiss you when he drops you off at your front door. So you kiss him. And, maybe, drag him inside.
If he brags to his friends, though, you will turn him into something small and squishable. Until you see his friends earnestly asking about the date. Then, well...maybe you’ll forgive him later.
(i couldn’t even find a gif under Ajay Friese!! Someone!! Please!!)
Amir just goes for it. He really is a “grab life by the horns” kind of guy, and when he realizes that there’s even a SPARK of interest between the two of you, he just asks you out - no planning, no real idea of what to do, just blurts it out while you’re laughing about one of his jokes.
He really is a broke college student, though, and he does his best to plan something that will really catch your eye - he does his best to convince the owner of the Blade and Chalice to give you two the whole bar for a the night, or at least an hour, or at least after close? And the guy agrees - if only because Amir says that he’ll clean the bar for a week for free in exchange for it. Afterwards, when you hear the owner flag down Amir and tell him that his debt is paid, whatever that means, the two of you head off to town for a late night movie of your choice.
Or, you would, if it hadn’t started to rain.
But it’s okay! Because Amir is a quick thinker, and remembers that Netflix is a thing. So you two head back to his room, where his roommate is gone (Thank God) and stream whatever movies you can think of until it’s even later and the two of you fall asleep propped against the wall.
He does buy you breakfast, and offers to grab your homework from classes when you tell him that you’re going to skip them for the day, and earns the largest, loudest kiss that you can muster with little sleep and a sore back.
He does do a dance. You do see him do a dance before he leaves. It’s cute.
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if it's not any trouble could you please do a spideypool prompt? one with peter knowing wade is deadpool and wade knows that peter is spiderman (because let's be honest with ourselves wade would know spidey's ass and voice anywhere) but spidey doesn't know that wade figured out his identity. I really hope that makes some sort of sense! thank you x
Peter didn’t get to have nice things, that was just the nature of being Spider-man. Since being bit by a radioactive spider, Peter had lost his uncle, his love life had been in shambles, and he’d lost Mr. Stark. People in Peter’s life leave, either by choice or in death, and the only person Peter could really rely on was his aunt.
He thought he’d had something different with Wade. After all, Wade wasn’t exactly the damsel in distress type and with the super healing factor Peter didn’t have to worry about Wade getting hurt. The only problem was that Wade Wilson was dating Peter Parker, not Spider-man, and Peter didn’t know how to tell him.
It normally wouldn’t be an issue. After six years of being Spider-man, Peter was used to living a double life, keeping Peter Parker and Spider-man separate. Sometimes it was difficult with Wade because Wade liked to flirt with Spider-man whenever they ran into each other. Peter had to try and not take it personally as that was just how Wade was. He’d flirt with a very shapely potato if the mood struck him.
The only reason why this had become an issue was because Wade had been asking Peter to move in with him. It made sense, seeing as Peter was over at Wade’s most nights when he didn’t have patrol. And economically speaking, Peter didn’t have a lot of money. He barely made anything with his job at the Dailey Bugle. Just enough to afford his rent and some low cost food. Although he was almost done with college, he did plan to get his master in Chemical Engineering, which meant probably another four years at least.
The only reason Peter wasn’t jumping at the chance to live with Wade was because he remembered what it had been like trying to sneak out of the house back when he lived with Aunt May. It had been a nightmare and apparently he hadn’t been that successful at it anyway since she’d known he’d been sneaking out. He wasn’t sure he could do that with Wade. Besides that, Wade was very nosy and would ultimately go through Peter’s stuff and find his suit.
“Petey,” Wade whined, holding Peter close on the couch while they marathoned all three of the Lord of the Rings movies. Yet another reason why Peter couldn’t move in – whenever he spent the night Wade would cling to him like a barnacle on a whale. Peter would never be able to untangle himself without Wade noticing and waking up. “Why do you hate me?”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Where exactly did you get that idea?”
“You won’t move in with me!” Wade exclaimed, hugging Peter tighter. “You big meanie. Or actually small meanie.”
“I’m not small!” Peter said indignantly.
“Yeah you are,” Wade said with a lopsided grin. “You’re a small bean. Want to just eat you up.”
Peter hit Wade’s chest in retaliation. “Shut it or I’ll go home and you’ll just have to see if Frodo and Sam take the ring to Mordor on your own.”
Wade gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would,” Peter said, settling down with his head on Wade’s chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.
“Sam and Frodo are gay for each other, right? Or is this a no homo situation where one of them is going to catch a case of the not-gays at the last minute?”
“Sam ends up married with children,” Peter told him.
“Spoiler alert!” Wade said, pinching Peter’s ass. “Ew, I don’t know if I want to finish these movies then.”
“There’s always Legolas and Gimili,” Peter offered with a shrug. He’d been trying to get Wade to watch Lord of the Rings with him for months. Next obstacle was getting him to watch all the Harry Potter movies. Anything that Wade found too nerdy he automatically had an aversion to. At least he’d seen Star Wars.
“Ooh some inter-species romance, I like it,” Wade cooed, kissing the top of Peter’s head. “So taboo. Perfect bear and twink combo too!”
Peter snorted and watched the Fellowship form at Rivendell. He was glad he had successfully changed the subject for at least a little while. He wouldn’t be able to evade Wade forever and if he kept this up he was going to lose him just like everyone else.
***
Peter had originally met Deadpool (because he was Deadpool at that time and not Wade to Peter) at Starbucks. Peter had been getting himself a caramel macchiato when Wade had walked in behind him. “Oh em gee, you’re like the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve met grumpy cat in real life. R.I.P.”
Somehow they had ended up drinking coffee together and Peter had found himself oddly charmed by Deadpool. They’d talked and laughed together for a good two hours before Peter realized he was so unbelievably late for his advanced chemistry class. They’d made plans to meet at the same Starbucks the next day. From then on it had become a bit of a routine with Wade always insisting on paying for Peter.
The first time they had kissed, Peter had grabbed Wade and climbed him like a tree, shoving Wade’s mask up and kissing him desperately. There had been three weeks of coffee dates while Peter waited for Wade to make the first move. Eventually his patience had waned and he had attacked Wade like a desperate man.
“Oh baby boy, I had no idea you were so horny for me or I would have ravished you weeks ago,” Wade had said after finally breaking the kiss.
“You can make it up to me now.”
Wade squealed in delight. “Ooh Petey, I’d love to!”
***
Peter sat in between Wade’s legs, back to chest on the couch, with Wade lazily pressing kisses to Peter’s neck. It was warm and comfortable and Peter wished that this were his life. It was kind of his life but it could have been his life full time if he just had the courage to tell Wade the truth. Hadn’t Wade earned his trust by now? They’d been dating for four months already.
“Hey Wade?” Peter said softly, muting the TV as they watched the Back to the Future trilogy because Wade could not believe Peter hadn’t seen it.
“Yeah baby?” Wade responded, nipping playfully at Peter’s earlobe.
“I- I have to tell you something,” Peter said, swallowing thickly out of nervousness. He laced his fingers through Wade’s and held his hand tightly, frightened of letting go. “I’m…I’m Spider-man.”
“Oh,” Wade said softly. “Baby…”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Peter said, beginning to ramble in hopes that if he spoke enough then Wade might not have a chance to leave or kick him out. “It’s just that this all happened so quickly and then I didn’t know how to tell you and I –“
Peter was cut off by Wade putting his hand over Peter’s mouth. “Baby, I already knew.”
Peter broke free and stood up. “What?” he said, his jaw dropping.
Wade whined and did grabby hands at Peter, wanting him to come back into his embrace. “I knew you were Spider-man. Obvi.”
Peter’s brow furrowed. “How did you know?”
Wade rolled his eyes. “Seriously Petey? I’m intimately acquainted with your ass to the point where I draw it in great detail when I’m bored. You think I couldn’t recognize that delicious behind in a skin tight supersuit?”
Peter’s jaw dropped. “You never said anything!”
“Neither did you!” Wade shot back accusingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think we were in a don’t ask don’t tell kind of situation. I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would bring it up.”
“So you don’t…you don’t care?” Peter asked, walking forward and straddling Wade’s lap.
Wade quirked an eyebrow. ���You thought I’d mind that you’re a super hot hero that can swing from buildings and catch cars in midair? It’s like you don’t know me at all, baby!”
Peter laughed and grabbed Wade by the shirt, kissing him deeply. “I was so worried. I thought you wouldn’t like me anymore. I thought you’d be mad at me for keeping secrets.” He peppered Wade’s scarred skin with kisses in relief.
Wade giggled like a schoolgirl, turning his head and capturing Peter’s lips. “Petey, I don’t expect you to tell me everything. That doesn’t mean that I don’t know you. You’re my sweet little love muffin and when it comes to dat ass I’ve got a Phd.”
Peter sighed happily and buried his face in Wade’s neck. “I love you,” Peter told him softly, divulging yet another one of his secrets.
Wade brought his hand up and stroked Peter’s hair. “Love you too. Does that mean you’re going to move in with me, baby?”
“Yeah,” Peter said, nodding his head. “I’ll move in with you.”
“Good,” Wade said, manhandling Peter back into his original position. “Now stop interrupting the classic tale of a boy traveling back in time to get it on with his mom.”
Peter snorted and unmuted the TV. “Yes dear,” he teased, settling in against Wade. This was his life now. It was unexpected but so very welcome. Wade was always exceeding his expectations. Finally Peter had something nice to call his very own.
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Mistakes Made 14/30
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.
“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?
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Peter pushes himself up, sliding to the edge of the hospital bed. “I’m going to find the doctor and text the team.” He stands, leaning over kissing you quickly, before he heads for the door.
“Babe.” You smile when he turns around.
“Yeah?” He grins.
“Water, please?” You ask.
“Of course.” He nods, leaving quickly.
“Boy does he love you.” Tony chuckles, kicking back in the chair.
“I know.” You nod slowly.
“No, my sweet girl, you have no idea.” Tony smiles softly. “When you blacked out and he thought you had died.” He swallows for a moment. “That kid collapsed into my arms and tears.” He watches you swallow. “I’ve never seen him like that.” He adds.
“Tony.” You chew your bottom lip.
“Yes?” He smiles.
“Do you think the universe has a way of leading you away from what you think you want, to what you really need?” You ask softly, remember your conversation with Peter on that first lunch.
“I do.” Tony nods.
“Me too.” You sigh. “I was so blind waiting for Steve to notice me. I never looked up to see Peter was just waiting for me to look around.” You flush pink.
“Are you happy?” Tony asks watching you.
“Tony I love him. In the take a fucking bullet for him.” You snort, looking down at the IV in the back of your hand. “Maybe even his last name kind of way.” You shrug.
“That’s a very big way to love someone.” Tony comments.
“A way I never loved Steve.” You admit. “I’m starting to see, I never loved Steve.” You shrug.
“Have you thought about, maybe closure for you and Steve?” He wonders.
“Closure?” You blink looking at him again.
“Settle everything still clouded with you and him.” He nods.
“You think?” You chew your bottom lip. Maybe that’s what was standing in the way of the team being normal. You had so much left between the two of you, unspoken and left open.
“Might be for the best.” Tony shrugs. “No lingering questions, about what was.” He explains.
“Maybe.” You nod. The door to the room opens and Peter strolls in.
“Water, and a popsicle.” He holds up a freeze pop and a foam cup with a red straw in the lid.
“Oh, I’m spoiled.” You grin at him.
“Doctor will be in, in a moment.” Peter settles in next to you once more. You sip slowly from the cup, settling in against Peter. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, a small smile on his face.
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You sat in Peter’s bed, watching him move around the room. You chew your bottom lip, not really hearing anything he was saying, your mind running on its own. He suddenly sits down next to you, making you look up confused.
“What’s on your mind?” He smiles.
“Do you remember that first lunch we had?” You ask.
“I do. Why?” He nods slowly.
“Something you said keeps coming back to me.” You sigh.
“What’s that?” He watches you.
“It’s the worlds way of showing you what you want isn’t what you need.” You repeat the words back to him.
“Aunt May is wise.” He smiles.
“Peter you’ve been in love with me for so long, and you just let me throw myself at Steve.” You shake your head.
“I love you, Y/N.” He nods. “But I’m not selfish. If you didn’t want me that’s fine. I would be happy as long as you were happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.” He admits.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to notice you were waiting on me.” You slip your hand into his, giving it a squeeze.
“It’s alright, you were worth the wait.” He grins at you.
“Promise you’ll stay, no matter what?” You ask.
“I waited this long to have you, do you think I’m honestly going to leave you now?” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you.
“Good.” You put your hands on his chest, grinning at him. “Cause I need you Peter Parker.” You nod.
“Nah,” he brushes your hair back “it’s more like I need you.” He presses another kiss to your lips.
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Aunt May pulls you into her, hugging you with strength you wouldn’t have guessed an older woman would have. You hug her back, before she pulls back, looking you over.
“That was stupid.” She scolds you. “And reckless.” She adds in a rather stern voice. “I’ve aged beyond my years.” She pulls you in again. “Don’t you do that to us again, you hear me?” She sighs, letting you go.
“I hear you.” You grin at her.
“Thank you for protecting my boy.” She speaks softly just for the two of you.
“I’d do it again.” You grin at her, winking. She turns on Peter, a swat to the side of his head.
“How could you?” She demands as Peter rubs the side of his head where she hit him. “Were you not paying attention?” She questions him. “Are you trying to hurt an old woman?” She huffs at him.
“Aunt May, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Peter sighs.
“Well thank god one of you was paying attention.” She almost looks like she was pouting. “I died a few times since that phone call.” She hugs Peter, squeezing tightly to him.
“Aunt May, I think you need a shot.” Nat pours another shot glass, setting it on the island for Aunt May as she pulls away from Peter.
“I’m old, I don’t do shots.” She waves her off. You and Peter shake your heads, the woman was only in her later forties.
“Awkward.” Buck clears his throat, holding a shot glass.
“Okay, fine.” Aunt May sighs. “I’ll do one.” She takes the glass.
“Oh this is going to get so weird.” Peter rubs his hand down his face.
“This is going to be so fun.” You grin, picking up a shot glass as well.
“You’re getting my Aunt drunk.” He mutters next to you.
“You say that like it’s not going to be so much fun.” You giggle at him.
“You’re trouble.” Peter smirks at you, watching the rest of you throw back your shots with Aunt May.
“Love you too.” You grin at him.
You stood in the kitchen filling your glass with ice, watching the only family you had. Everyone sat around the living room, throwing down cards and yelling. A game of waterfall was in full swing and getting ugly as everyone went from buzzed to drunk. It was weird not having Steve apart of these type of things, you understood why.
But maybe you could make the steps to fix things. Instead of splitting the family up, for petty reasons. You pull out your phone, you squint at the screen as you thumb out the text quickly. Hitting send you shove your phone into your back pocket, grabbing your glass, you head into the living room. Dropping into the seat next to Peter.
He grins pulling your legs over his knee. His hand slips in between your thighs, just above your knees, giving your leg a soft squeeze. How was it possible to be so in love with someone? Peter changed your whole world and you didn’t even notice, till you were already head over heels.
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MCM Comic Con London
Heyyyy, my loves!
I went to my first ever Comic Con on Sunday. I know! First ever?? How could this be? What did you make of it? Did you hug a Storm Trooper? Did you get lost in this huge enormous vast building with huge enormous vast rooms filled with huge enormous vast groups of people? Did you pet the TARDIS? Did you meet RAPUNZEL? DID YOU SEE DEADPOOL?? DARTH VADER?? Did you make a friend? Did you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?? Do tell!!
Alrighty, then! (I’m afraid I’m going to prove a huuuuuge disappointment) (but there’s Misha panel commentary further down m’kay?)
So, here’s what I learned about myself from visiting Comic Con: I like small, intimate spaces with assigned seating.
Yeah. I know. Told you that you’d be disappointed.
It’s basically why I haven’t been to Comic Con before tbh. I knew I’d enjoy milling about and looking at merchandise and graphic novels and oh the fan art and seeing the TARDIS (I did see her but I did not pet her) and R2D2 (he moved around and talked to people and everything) *feelings* and passing Darth Vader in the hallway (true story) and just being in a space filled with people nerding out together like YES. My heart was very full.
But.
(oh here it comes)
My nerdy heart is pretty much sequestered by SPN. While I enjoy the original Star Wars very, very much because epic (obviously) and have enjoyed Doctor Who (on and off) and while I’m a big GoT fan (yes I shall remain so thanks to the books never mind what they did on those final two episodes of the show but also do not get me starts on what they fucking even DID) and I fucking love Disney and anime and animation of any kind, and have a huge respect and interest for the artistry of graphic noveling, that’s just not my world.
(I do want to start reading graphic novels though and I’ve been so close to ordering the BtVS ones but... anyone have solid suggestions or advice on where to start, hit me up in DM) (I’ve read a few where the art has been unspeakably gorgeous and just mh!)
But because I’m not deep in anything even approaching a multi-fandom attitude, they just don’t grab at me, you know?
So though I’m so fucking happy that I went - truly am (and nope I did not dress up and though I know I’d enjoy it because who wouldn’t enjoy dressing up as Kahlan from Legend of the Seeker? End of the day, the dressing up is more fun when going with a group of people...) (anyway) - it’s not quite my cuppa. That being said, if Misha comes again next year *dirty* then I’m there. I mean, it’s one tube ride from my place. How the fuck could I not?
Okay, before those three sentences make me say things I’ll regret in the morning, let’s talk about The Panel!
I’m actually going to open with something that Misha kind of threw out there in the middle of the panel because it made me so excited: he may direct in S15! Ahahahah yes please! I really hope he gets to!
Now, what else?
Highlights for me were:
Him talking about the fandom in his warmest tones, which is something he does on the regular, but he spoke of the positivity of the intensity of our community and how he thinks it’s been really cool to be a part of it and to do charitable work together (hundreds of thousands of volunteer hours and millions of dollars into worthy causes over the years, so kudos, guys, kudos) It’s a wonderful, surreal phenomenon. *his words* *and so very true* (and we all know this is how he feels, but it’s always lovely for him to restate it)
Ruth sending a video message and prompting Misha to talk about when Amara carved the I Am Coming message into Cas’ chest (and Misha thinking Lucifer carved the message and promptly dismissing us correcting him) *snortlaugh* Has everyone heard this story? Because I actually hadn’t. That Misha was making corresponding noises and facial expression to really convey the message and the only thing was that the top brass at the CW were conducting their yearly set visit and were, in fact, standing at the monitor watching him. *MCM audience laugh track* *aw Misha*
Talking about how close the cast is and how much they enjoy JiB, and how they laugh themselves into shape in the Green Room every year. Admittedly the six pack is a lie, but the aching stomach muscles are a truth. *not jealous because the rest of us are having Just As Much Fun In Our Corner* >.>
When asked what he’ll miss most about the show: the fun they have on set and the people, including the crew, since they all know each other so well and have grown up together. But also he’ll miss the Supernatural community. He knows it won’t go away immediately, but, as these things go, it will dwindle. He’ll miss the fire and intensity that is there when the show is on the air.
Which is fair, because there will be a dropping off, there will be a slowing down, it’s inevitable, but I honestly can’t see this family ever just dispersing entirely. And I almost wanted to get up there and suggest to him that they consider keeping the JiB torch burning, because giving this community of ours a few set points of warmth each year where people (if they so choose) get to interact with them while also getting to reunite with people we don’t otherwise get to see often and to have those points of warmth to aim for and gather around is a sure-fire way to keep the flame alive. Right? I’m not expecting them to continue doing the con circuit because omfg no, but to have one or two points a year...
Anyway.
Misha trying to do a Scottish accent makes him sound like a leprechaun with a lisp. *ehehe*
Misha telling us that the writers gave them the option to draw out the story for another two-three seasons, or land it in one kick-ass final season, and they all chose one kick-ass final season, which makes me so happy for them, that they get to finish strong and on their terms. It’s so well-deserved.
(I think I’m just going through the panel moment-by-moment at this point) (the panel was apparently the highlight)
Him talking about The Adventurous Eaters Club - the cookbook he’s writing with Vicki that I cannot wait to read, tbh, because I do believe kids often say no at the dinner table because they’re trying to stay in control of the situation, rather than them not really wanting to eat, and as a grown-up, recognising this and relenting control and allowing them free reign to be a part of building their dinner from the ground up and getting them excited about food and understanding the process of actually creating a meal is so damn healthy. Well, if that’s the objective of the cookbook! Just what I’m taking from the premise, but, hands against heart, I adore them both.
Talking about his favourite vehicles for Cas and saying that he’d love for Cas to get a smart car and squeeze Sam into the passenger seat and omfg PLEASE yes. *the imagery is so e n t i c i n g*
Going full-meta and talking about Cas’ travails going to get the fruit of life without his wings in S13, looking up a flight on Expedia, sitting squished into the middle seat, saying no thank you to food, getting through customs with that bag of fruit, probably getting held up. (quite impressive actually because this happened more than a season ago and clearly he’s given the story gap some thought) (and he remembers) (astonishing)
*^^^ sarcasm, guys* *sarcasm* :)
If Cas gets to be happy, he will die (my addition: unless he’s, you know, human) :P
Cas’ wings are rainbow (and I’m immediately thinking of them almost like peacock *shhhh don’t even start* feathers that shift tone in the light so that they shimmer rather than are divided up into single colour feathers in a rainbow pattern) (wow I took that seriously af) (but mh gorgeous wings!)
Maison is a goddamn rockstar. *not literally but internally* :)
Okay, so that’s the panel done. And dusted. *sparkly*
And then I met up with a friend of a friend who I’d actually met briefly at JiB - her name is Katie - and I stood in line with her as she waited for Misha autos and I met the loveliest Scottish bloke named Oliver, mostly because I desperately needed to charge my mobile and just said out loud “Does anyone have a mobile charger” and the blessed man turned around and said “Yes, I have one”, so he lent me his mobile charger and was gushing over his photo-op with Misha (it really is the most adorable photo ever) and Oliver was entirely flustered with happiness and just *my heart strings* and then he fucked off and didn’t come back for his charger!
He just disappeared! Without as much as a by-your-leave!
So we waited. And waited. It was terrible. Having to stand there. Not knowing. Okay, kidding, but we did wait and wait and tried to look for him, but he just didn’t come back.
But just now, ten minutes ago, he followed me on Twitter!! I just accosted him going OMG IT IS YOU IS IT NOT! Do I have your charger?? And it is he and now I don’t have to have a guilty conscience anymore, though I did ease it by thinking that he was the one who literally effed the fuck off and didn’t return. Anyway. What drama, huh? Guess that’s Comic Con, for you. And I got to add the resolution! *sweet*
It was a grand old indoor day and then we went down to the river for food and lots of alcoholic really-really-tasty beverages and good company.
The End.
#I mean not really because for ever ending there comes a new beginning#(what?)#(I LIKE it even though it's sentimental and all that)#(because it's true)#:)#mcm comic con#misha collins#my stuff#rainbow feathers are a thing#and like if the light hits them just so the wings look one colour#then another colour#then another like a rippling of gorgeousness#technically and canonically I suppose his wings are white but#fuck that shit#he's a seraph not an archangel after all#omg omg is it october yet???
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Searching for a Dinosaur at the Museum
Request: Hiya! Can I please request an imagine where Steve Rogers falls in love with a nerdy, sweet, innocent, short (I’m 4ft 10 1/2in btw LOL) Kindergarten teacher (I’m also a kindergarten teacher😂). They meet when she takes the kids on a field trip to the museum (the one that has all of the Captain America and Bucky stuff), they talk a lot and he asks her on a date + he introduces her to the Avengers as his girlfriend + Steve being soft for the reader + sweet kisses, cuddles, and hugs.💜
Plot: You and Steve meet in the Smithsonian as you take your class on a tour to learn about heroes and you two develop a relationship.
Blog Tag: @kpopgirlbtssvt
A/N: Hm, yeah, this got longer than I had anticipated. I also altered the prompt slightly. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Warnings: None, maybe mildly unedited.
Word Count Total: 2030
Long Imagine #25
Title: Searching for a Dinosaur at the Museum
Field trip days were some of your least favorite days of the year. Anymore, it was hard to get chaperones, with everyone off at work or just plain unavailable.
Sure, you didn’t have to schedule them, but some of your units benefited from the educational experience they provided. It was all for the kids, after all.
You looked up at the display on the wall, not paying a lot of attention to it since you had come through two days ago for educational purposes, instead thinking of the enormous NCIS news you had learned last night while watching the show. You were pretty excited about what had transpired to the point that you accidentally bumped into someone behind you when you backed up a step.
“Oh, dear, I am so sorry!” You spun around and found yourself looking up into the blue eyes of a tall, broad-shouldered man. He was wearing a ball cap pulled low over his forehead.
He smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s okay, I wasn’t looking where I was going, anyway.”
You at him, eyes squinting a little in thought, then they widened when you realized who it was. “H-hi.” You stuck out your hand.
“Hello….” He shook your hand.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.” You grinned. All too soon, the smile faded and you remembered your job. “Oh, shoot, I can’t stay long. I have something to take care of. I’m sorry.”
You took off seven feet to your small group of students admiring the Bucky Barnes exhibit. They were pointing at the pictures.
“Miss Y/L/N! What does this say?” one of your students yelled.
“Joey, please remember our indoor voices.” You looked up at what he was pointing at. “This word is endured.’ It means it was something he lived through.”
“And this?” He pointed at another word, but his voice was quieter.
“Liberated means freed.”
Monica raised her hand. “Why does that number say 1916 and his birthday say 1917?”
You frowned at the inconsistent data. “That is a good question. Someone may have made a mistake.” You knelt in front of her. “You made a good catch today. When you find something like that in a museum, it’s always good to question that. We can go speak to someone that works here and find out before we leave.”
“You mean you don’t know?” Alexei asked and crossed his arms over his chest.
“That’s right. I’m not afraid to admit that sometimes even I have to ask questions. Adults are still learning, too. A good student learns from life along with their teachers. Can you do that?”
Alexei pursed his lips, then nodded.
“Good. Thank you.”
A clearing throat came from behind you. “If I may answer your question?”
It was the man. Steve.
“Steve, these are a few of my kindergartners. We’re learning about real-life heroes.”
“Bucky would be flattered.”
“You’re included in that, Captain.”
You glanced at the kids, their eyes wide and you knew you had split seconds before one of them made a noise. “Remember, inside voices.”
“It’s Captain America!” Joey squealed, bending at the knees and squeezing his eyes shut along with his fists.
“And he can only talk to you if you stay quiet!” you raised your voice by two decibels. The kids stopped chattering, but stayed antsy. “Now, what is James Barnes doing with two birth dates?”
Steve’s smile didn’t falter as he glanced at you, then the kids. He knelt in front of them.
“Bucky pretended that he was a kid that followed the rules, but he lied on his form when he was drafted. It was easier to lie about a birth date when no one was paying enough attention.”
“It says he enlisted, too.”
Steve shook his head. “He was drafted.”
You thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow at Steve. He stood and his eyes looked confused. “We will have to talk more later about this. I want my students to do reports on heroes and I am sure at least some of them would love to talk about Captain America and his best friend.”
Steve’s mouth upturned in one corner. “I’d be happy to help your students.”
You didn’t miss the faces your students traded between each other. “Alright, kiddos, feel free to keep exploring this exhibit.”
“Are you getting his number?” Alexei asked.
“We have to get that information for your projects, don’t we?”
The kids dashed off to the costumes exhibit, which was five feet away.
You smiled again. “Thank you. I see we have a lot to learn from you, should you be willing to talk about it.”
He dug around in his pocket and you eyed the children in your care. It was much easier on a quieter museum day like today to watch the kids.
“I don’t want to keep you from the kids, so could I get your number?” Steve asked.
“Sure.” You typed in your number and hit save. “I will see you later.”
He waved back when you waved over your shoulder at him.
It took an hour before the children were back on the bus back to school and another half hour after that before all of the kids were being picked up by their parents.
Alexei was the last to be picked up and he turned to you, a frown on his face. “Did we really see Captain America today?”
You nodded. “You sure did.”
“Will we see him again like we did today?”
You looked up, thinking. He looked up, too. When you responded, you told him you would ask Steve Rogers if he would be willing to visit the class and a grin grew on Alexei’s face. His mother showed up and Alexei ran to her. They both waved at you, which you returned.
When you returned to your classroom, you pulled out your phone. Two text messages were waiting for you.
- Hey, it’s Steve, I hope I’m not disrupting your class, but here’s my number.
- Steve again, when you get this, would you like to meet me at Torri’s by the museum? I’ll pay for milkshakes.
You smiled and texted him back, asking if he meant today.
- I’m sorry, Sam decided to ask for me. I was going to wait a couple of days. But if you would like to, yes.
You practically beamed and agreed to meet him there in a little less than an hour if he was willing. Most of that extra time was used to do end-of-class checks. Quick as you could once your tasks were completed, you gathered your grading folder, purse, and lunchbag. The door got locked behind you and you walked to your car.
Steve met you at the little mom and pop shop just as you got to the door. He opened it for you with a smile and you followed him to the counter, offering to pay out of courtesy, and then to a booth with your shakes.
“So, you’re okay with this?” you asked, stirring it with your spoon. It had been established in line that this wasn’t supposed to be a date, but more of helping the kids. While both of you agreed to it, you still felt a little empty about it.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“Yes. But I meant you’re okay talking about this?”
He nodded and readjusted his milkshake by spinning it around on the table with the tips of his fingers. “Yeah. first I want to ask what that face you made in the museum was all about.”
“I was just thinking of my grandfather.”
He leaned forward.
“The army had a history of screwing up not only the health help he got, but his records.”
“What did they mess up?”
“Oh, you know, information about his wife, his service records….”
“Service records?”
“Yep. They got those wrong. I worry Bucky may have gotten the same treatment.”
Steve thought for a moment. “It could have happened. Maybe he didn’t lie.”
You shrugged, then sipped your milkshake.
The two of you spent the rest of the evening going over some questions for the kids - it was all basic details, like getting Bucky’s exhibit correct. By the end, he had also agreed to come in and talk to the class.
The class talk ended up being a success and most kids wanted to do their report on Steve or Bucky, to the point you had to randomly assign heroes to kids to be fair.
Steve kept in touch with you and you both grew increasingly closer over the next two months until Steve asked the question.
“Would you like to meet my friends? They keep asking about you.”
“Oh, do they now?” you asked slyly. He wrapped his hands around yours.
“Yes. Would you be up for it?”
You nodded. “I would be honored.”
He took your hand. You bit your lower lip in a smile.
As it turned out, you met them after you held a Valentine’s party for your students. The drive was nice and you both had a lot to talk about. When you entered the building, you were startled by the welcoming party. All of the team had come to meet you two inside.
“There’s your girlfriend!” Tony Stark yelled. A smile grew on your face as Steve blushed.
“Is this old man bothering you?” Tony continued, causing you to giggle and shake your head. Everyone greeted you and introduced themselves before you moved into a common room. Drinks were brought in on robots and you could tell it was Tony’s invention, these server bots. You made eye contact with Steve and he rolled his eyes to you.
“Y/N, were you searching for a dinosaur in the museum?” Natasha asked and tipping her head in your direction. Steve opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off.
“Not originally. It seems he found me.”
The team laughed.
“Steve, if you lose her, I’ll take her.” Natasha held her glass up in cheers.
“Would you guys stop, I haven’t asked her out yet!” Steve blurted out.
That caused everyone to fall silent and you turned to him. “Excuse me, yet?”
Steve looked down at his glass and swirled the water. “Yet.”
You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “Is there a place to talk alone for a moment?”
Steve gestured for you to follow him and as you left, you heard chatter behind you. You both turned a few corners and were finally far enough away from the team that hopefully your conversation would give you privacy.
Steve chewed on his lower lip before speaking. “I’m sorry about them.”
“Don’t be. I was already under the impression we were dating. They weren’t the only ones who had the wrong impression.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’m not used to the way dating is today. I thought you went out on a few dates before you made it official.”
“Before? Yet? Steve, when were you planning to ask?”
He shrugged. “I almost chose yesterday, but I didn’t want to make it seem like I chose yesterday because it’s Valentine’s Day week.”
“I wouldn’t have minded if you had asked because of Valentine’s Day.”
He stood up a little straighter and it made him so much taller again. “Really?”
“Really. Steve, would you like to go steady?”
“Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?” He smiled bashfully.
“Well, you haven’t done it, yet. So I’m asking.”
“Yes. I want to go steady with you.”
A male voice (Tony’s, you would later realize) yelled from around the corner, “It’s about time!”
Steve’s face crinkled with frustration and you took his hand to calm him. Slowly, he turned back to you. He took your face in his hand, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb. You closed your eyes and smiled.
Gently, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and your mouth opened slightly, wanting more than just a forehead kiss.
He must have noticed because the next thing you knew, he was kissing your mouth just as tenderly. The hesitation from him didn’t worry you and you kissed him back.
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Home (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)
A/N: this song is inspired by an uprising band in my country called Insomniacks - Pulang (which means "come back" or "come back home") They started of as a YouTube band and wrote their own songs too! This story is inspired by their MV. If you have spotify you can listen to it, I believe that to all Kpop fans out there, language wont be a barrier to appreciate good music ❤
Also, this story is not finished yet. Think of it as a part 1 if you may. (Its a oneshot actually) I havent finished it yet but I haven posted for such a long time so I just want to post this first. This is not throughly edited yet. will fully edited once I posted the whole thing but hope you enjoy it since im a bit rusty now.
ITS DONE GUYS. ITS THE COMPLETE STORY
Warnings: Rape Scenes
A/N : And also, I’m trying a new thing here. if anyone here like my stories and want to give some support, why not buy me a coffee? ☕💜
MASTERLIST
"What is this story about?" Taehyung lazily thumb through the script on the table in front of him.
"In the nutshell, about an unrequited love. A lot of cheating, hurting and how the main female character gets over it. You will play the man who broke her heart," his manager explains briefly. "I know, I know. Its sounds like a typical love story. But its good exposure for you to start taking roles in a romantic drama. Armys would love that,"
"Hmm, I guess?" Taehyung, still thumbing through, not really believing his manager's words.
"And its also by an award winning writer and publisher. And she will guide the director all the way. Its going to be a hit Tae," his manager desperately tries to convince him once again.
"Yeah? Who is this award winning writer and publisher?" Taehyung looks at him, curious.
"You will surely know her. Shes too famous not to be known by anyone," the manager grins, sure that Taehyung wont say no once he heard the popular name. "Its L/N Y/N,"
"What?" Taehyung turns his head so fast it gives him a whiplash
"L/N Y/N. Shocking right? But your trusty manager manage to get you the role in her movies!"
"Y-Y/N?"
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"Y/N!"
Y/N pushes her glasses up her nose as she turns around to the source of the voice and saw one Kim Taehyung walking, no, sauntering over to her like he owns the school. Well, in some way, he really does owns the school. Everyone knows who Kim Taehyung is. Not just in the school, but in the whole town. Granted, its a small town, but Kim Taehyung just leave a mark on everyone he met. Guys wants to be him, or atleast gets close to him and girls will do anything to date him, parents admires him and teachers adores him. People would do anything just so for him to know their name, or even just hearing him call their name, which in some miracle, he is calling hers.
"M-me?" Y/N points to herself as Taehyung flashes her his incredible grin that could melt hearts, hers not an exception.
"Who else princess? I dont know any other Y/N," he smirks and hugs her waist, walking by her side, which turns all eyes on her. If it wasnt her in this surreal position, she would be staring too. Kim Taehyung with his hands around a girl's waist? Even worse, a nobody, nerdy, smarty pants who has her nose in a book all day. The girl who doesnt even have a single friend throughout her high school years?
"I-uh.."
"Speechless?" Taehyung winks. "Well, thats how I feel when I first saw you too princess,"
"W-what?" Y/N makes a sudden stop in the middle of the hallway the moment those words came out from his mouth and pushes her glasses back up on her nose, taking a good hard look at Taehyung who is still smirking at her. "Is this a dream? I'm dreaming arent I?" She lets out a loud laugh. "Yeah, that must be it. I'm dreaming. I'm in my bed right now, under my blankets, in a deep sleep. There is no way Kim Taehyung knows my name, is walking beside me, hugging my waist and calling me princess. Yeah, a dream. Definitely a dream," Y/N babbled on her own and Taehyung cant help but admire how ridiculously adorable she is. Y/N reached out her hand and touched his face. "Even in my dreams you look so ethreal," she smiles. "And you feel so real too,"
Taehyung burst out laughing. Oh wow, she really thinks shes dreaming.
How-freaking-adorable.
He leaned in and whisper to her ears, "Keep on touching me princess, and something else might go down today," he winks as his smirks gets bigger.
Y/N smiles.
"This is really an amazing dream," she giggles. Shaking his head and laughing, Taehyung slowly leans in, one hand cupping her chin and the other holding the back of her neck as his lips softly touches hers. Wide eyed and surprised, Y/N touched her lips once Taehyung pulled away, smiling.
"Still believe its a dream princess?"
"D-did you really just kissed me?" She stuttered, eyes still wide.
"Yes. And theres a lot more where that come from," Taehyung grins and leans in to whisper in her ears, his warm breath grazing her ears, finally making Y/N realized that she is definitely not dreaming, and Kim Taehyung did really just kissed her. "Oh princess? You better believe that all this is real. You are mine now,"
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Everything become official so fast. Taehyung was the perfect boyfriend.YN still couldnt believe it sometime. That she is Kim Taehyung's girlfriend. That Kim Taehyung is really, sincerely, happily in love with her.
Their relationship was happy and perfect. Taehyung never gave her any reason to doubt his feelings for her. They are the perfect couple, even her parents approved. Even when Taehyung was accepted as a trainee, something she never thought would happen.. oh who is she kidding, with that face and talent, of course he would get casted, no miracle there. But what is a miracle is how Taehyung's feelings for her never changed even when he is on the brink of fame, stress and debuting.
Things between them only starts to shake when Taehyung starts to get close to another trainee. Beautiful, talented Min Soo. Y/N trusts him, she really does. But theres also a limit on how much a girlfriend can take to see her boyfriend being close to another girl. Especially a beautiful one that matches him in every way.
What is once a peaceful relationship, starts to be filled with fights and doubts. Especially when Taehyung starts to pay more time and attention to Min Soo, under the false excuse of practicing and rehearsing. Dates cancelled everytime Min Soo called has been a norm to Y/N now, but she thought things were different when Taehyung suddenly asks her out on a super romantic date night. She strongly believe that Taehyung is finally realizing his mistake and is making it up to her.
Dressed to the nines and brimming with excitement, Y/N waited for her beloved boyfriend. She almost thought that Taehyung would cancel last minute like he usually does, but he showed up just in time and impecabbly dressed too. The night went well. Great even. Taehyung was romantic, sweet and everything he is when they first met... until Min Soo calls him, asking for his help for a cheaography.
"Really Tae?" Y/N pouts. "Cant you just tell her that we are on a date? You spend all your time practicing, I barely even see you this week,"
"Princess, you know this debut is important to me and Min Soo is helping me. Its only right that I helped her with hers too," Taehyung sighed, too tired to argue. Its like this every single damn time and he is exhausted.
"But Tae.. you promised that this will be our night. Please Tae? Just tonight. Spend it with me?" Y/N hold his hand and looks at his face softly, trying to find back the man Taehyung once were. The man that made her fall so madly in love before.
"This is work. Dont you understand?! You know how important this is to me!" Taehyung sighed, his voice slightly rising.
"I know it is Tae. But arent I important too?" Y/N tries to control her sadness. "I'm only asking for an hour or two. I'm sure Min Soo can wait,"
"Shes important to me Y/N! I need to do this!"
Y/N's mouth hand open. Did he just said what he just said? Did Taehyung really just said she?
"S-he?" She repeated his words. "She as in Min Soo? Shes more important to you isnt she?"
"N-no. You know what I meant. I meant this is important to me! My career! You said you will be supportive Y/N! You know I am doing this for us. For our future!"
"Supportive in your career, yes! Not supportive when your boyfriend is out with.. with.. another bitch!" Y/N yells out. With her good girl reputation, she never cursed. Not once, but she cant handle it anymore. Her heart is breaking with every second they soend arguing.
"What did you call her?" Taehyung growls.
"A bitch! I called her a bitch! Thats what she is Tae! Shes stealing you away from me!" Tears already rolling down her cheeks. Taehyung will usually do anything to make sure Y/N never cries, but apparenty tonight is nit one of those time. This time he is fuming with anger and he dont even know why.
"Y/N, I'm warning you. Dont call her that!"
"Why? Because shes your girlfriend now?! Then what am I? Why are you even with me right now?!"
"God, what part cant you understand. Its fucking work! And work is important to me!"
"Oh bullshit Tae! Just admit it! Its not work thats important! Its Min Soo! Just be a man and admit it!" Tears are no longer containable and is streaming wildly down Y/N's face. Taehyung kept quiet for a while, most probably thinking and after a while, with a sharp glare he opened his mouth.
"She is so much important than you in every way. Can you just please get the hell out of my car?"
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"Oh Hyun Joo? What are you doing here? Did Tae sent you here?" Y/N smiles at him as the car stopped by her side and the windows rolled down to show Hyun Joo's big innocent smile. She knew it. There is no way Taehyung would leave her alone like this. Maube it really just work. An emergency. She should make it up to him tomorrow.
"Yeah he did. Come in," Hyun Joo smiles and unlock the door for her to climb in.
Without hesitation and doubt, she climbed into the car. Hyun Joo is Taehyung's best friend. She kust be important to hin if he sent his best friend to get her. The pain fron Taehyung leaving her alone in a dark, unknown place starts to melt away. She just loves him too much. After Taehyung asks her to get out from his car, Y/N was left alone in the dark scary road, far away from anywhere and her phone batteries had ran out. Scared and terrified, she walks along the darkened road, trying to find safety, still believing that Taehyung will come back. Maybe she can make Taehyung treat her to ice cream and a nice date to make up for tonight. She knows she shouldnt be forgiving him so easily, but what can she say. Shes whipped for him. Taehyung is her everythinf. She will forgive him in a heartbeat the moment he apologizes. Lost in thoughts, it took Y/N a while to realized that it has started to rain heavily and Hyun Joo has stopped the car.
"Why are we stopping? Is something wrong?" She looks over at the man, concerned.
"Yeah. We have a flat tire. Sorry, but i have to change it. Do you mind coming out with me and holding the umbrella for me?"
"Of course I will do that," she smiles and gets out in the heavy rain, holding the huge umbrella over the two of them as Hyun Joo crouched down to the tires. After a few minutes of fussing over, he suddenly stands up and turns to face her, eyes dark and changing.
"H-Hyun Joo? Everything okay?"
"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" He hold the handle of the umbrella, hands gripping over hers. "Why is Tae such an idiot? You are a million times better than Min Soo,"
"H-Hyun Joo? Why are you acting like this? I-is everything okay?" Y/N starts to panic. Her heartbeat starts to beat faster as she realized that shes in the middle of no where and no one to help her. But Hyun Joo wont do anything right? He must be playing around. He's Taehyung best friend. This must be a joke. Nothing else. Just a joke.
"Everything is definitely okay, princess," Hyun Joo smirks. The pet name coming out from his mouth sounded so sinister to her ears. "Now that I finally got you alone, everything is more than okay," he grins and grips her hand, pulling her and pushed her into the backseat, making Y/N fall helplessly on the seat, startled. "Why Taehyung huh?! Why Tar princess? I've been waiting for you for years! And one look from that luing, manipulating playboy and you are suddenly head over heels in love with him?!" He yells as he leans in, forcefully trying to kiss her but Y/N tilt her head dodging his face.
"Hyun Joon no! Please dont!" In panic she managed to kick him hard and pushed him before scrambling to the other side and runs out from the other door. Now more enraged from the kick, Hyun Joo chases after her, lust now combined with anger.
"You bitch! You wont get away with this!" Hyun Joon is not the school's athlete for nothing as he catches up with her so easily and drags her back to the car. Although she tried to wriggle and scream, doing everything she can, Hyun Joon is noticably stronger, overwhelming her in a second. "Stop resisting princess and it will be just as enjoyable to you. I can make you feel so much better than Taehyung can,"
Y/N spits in his face as one last attempt and that just resulted in making him angrier, making Hyun Joo pushed her down on the wet, dirt road.
"I tried to be nice to you princess, but you want the rough way huh? You like it rough?" He towers over her and slaps her multiple times, adding a few punches in order to weakens her resistance.
"D-dont please dont. Help. Somebody help!" Y/N screams as loud as she can but the rain drowned out everything. Using his strength, he captured both of her hands and use the other hand to ripped open the top of her dress.
"T-Taehyung... save me. P-please. I'm sorry," was the last thing she managed to whisper out, as tears that streams down her face mixed up with the heavy rain, closing her eyes tight, already numb from the pain and cold, blocking the smirk on Hyun Joo's face from her eyes.
/////
"Its okay. She wont know. And you know you are meant to be with someone like me," Min Soo smile. Shes beautiful, thats for sure. And just like all the other teenage boys out there beauty is everything. So, erasing Y/N entirely from his mind, Taehyung leans in, his lips touching her, hands roaming at the hem of Min Soo's shirt as hers fiddled with his buttons.
Its okay. Y/N wont know a thing.
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Taehyung woke up smiling the next day. He had spent an amazing night with Min Soo and he still has his amazing girlfriend. He loves Y/N, he really does. But temptation is everywhere. And he is just a young hot blooded man. All he has to do today is make up to Y/N with some nice date and all will be okay again. He is sure of it. Y/N was never able to resist him. She will forgive him in a heartbeat and everything will go back to the way it was. He is sure Hyun Joo has taken her home safely last night anyway.
However, he cant find Y/N anywhere the next day. He tried calling but her phone is shut down. Is she sick? Maybe. Taehyung will just go and see her after school then. He tries to find Hyun Joo, wanting to know if everything goes well after he asks him to get Y/N, but his best friend is also not in sight.
Weird.
After the first period, rumors starts to buzz that Hyun Joo is arrested, for what, none of the students are sure. Some says murder, some says vandalism, but nothing is for sure. Puzzled, Taehyung tried to get some information about his best friend, but no one tells him anything. Even Hyun Joo's parents refused to speak to anyone or try to clarify things.
More confused about whats going on in school today, Taehyung decided to immediately went off to Y/N's house, knowing he will feel much better the moment he saw her beautiful smile. He definitely didnt expect to be greeted so coldly by Y/N's parents as they opened the door.
"Hi Mr and Mrs L/N. Y/N didnt come to school today so I came to visit her. Is she okay?" Taehyung flashed his signature boxy smile. Y/N's parents loves him and is always welcoming and incredibly warm but something felt off today.
"Stay the hell away from my daughter and dont you ever come back here!" Taehyung was taken aback by what Y/N's father just said to him.
"S-sir?"
"I said get the hell out of here and get out from my daughter's life! What kind of a bastard leave a young girl alone in the dark after he promised her parents that he would take her home safe and sound!" Y/N's father yelled and her mother starts crying, which confuses Taehyung even more. Is he that angry over last night? But he didnt leave her alone. He asks Hyun Joo to pick her up!
"Sir! I'm sorry that I have to bail out from the date last night. But something came up! I-"
"Something came up?!" Y/N's father move forward and grip Taehyung's collar. "After everything that happened last night, your reason is something came up?!" Taehyung's eyes widen. Did her father know about him and Min Soo?
"B-but sir. Can I just please see Y/N? I can explain it to her. I called Hyu-"
"Dont you dare mention that name in front of us ever again!" A powerful punch flies over Taehyung's handsome face, making him fall to the ground. "You and your no good best friend better get out from Y/N's life forever if you dont want to share his jail cell!"
With that the door is slammed shut.
Still as confused as ever, Taehyung tried calling Y/N every day and night for a week but her phone is soon out of reach. And after a week, he is met with the news that Y/N and her whole family has moved away.
Y/N moved away. Without a goodbye or a last I love you, she left. His first true love left.
And all Taehyung can think about is the last thing he ever said to her.
She is more important than you in every way. Can you just please get the hell out of my car?
/////
"Y-Y/N, h-hi. Its been so long," Taehyung stuttered. He cant believe Y/N is standing in front of him right now. His first love, his one true love. He tried to look for her for years and failed miserably. She is still as beautiful as he remembered, making his heart skipped a beat. He cant believe shes here now, and... and.. smiling?
"Hi, I'm Y/N. You must be Kim Taehyung? Its nice to meet you," she lets out a smile so warm, it makes Taehyung's heart flutter as much as it hurts that shes pretending that she didnt know him.
"Y-Y/N, its me. Tae. You dont remember me?" He looks at her confused face. "I-I know seeing me again must be terrible for you, but please, dont pretend like you dont know me,"
Y/N starts to furrow her eyebrows at what he is saying, a confused look etched on her face, giving weird looks to her manager who only looks back at the two of them with sympathy.
"I'm really sorry. I dont know what you are talking about. Did we meet before? Maybe I didnt notice you at an event? I'm sorry, but I really cant recall," Y/N smile politely and smile at him. "I-I mean, I know you are from that famous group. BTS right?" Y/N quickly corrected herself, afraid she might have offended the big superstar. Taehyung looks at her, dumbfounded. How can her sincere smile matched with what she is saying?
"Y/N! Why are you doing this?" Taehyung starts to get frustrated. "How can you not remember me?! We are-"
"I'm sorry Mr. Kim, but I think you should come with me for a moment," her manager interrupt, bowing politely to them and smiling at Y/N. Sighing and defeated, Taehyung followed the manager with no complaint, eager to know whats going on. He leads him to a corner, far away from Y/N's confused looks.
"Mr. Kim? Is it safe for me to assumed that you have known Ms. Y/N from way back? Say.. in her teenage years?" Her manager looks straight at his face.
"Yes!" Taehyung quickly confirmed. "We went to the same school together! In fact, I am her b-" Taehyung stop himself once he realized what hes about to say.
"Yes Mr. Kim?"
"H-her boyfriend," Taehyung admitted defeatedly. "From a long time ago. In high school,"
"Wait!" The manager gasps. "Are you saying you are her boyfriend? From her hometown?"
"Yes! Did she talk about me?" Taehyung's face turned into a smile. Maybe Y/N did still have feelings for him if she told her manager about hin right?
"Uh.. no. Not particularly,"
"O-oh.." Taehyung's reaction immediately darkened. "Then why did you ask?"
"Well, uh Mr Kim. Seeing your reaction, I can safely say that you most probably didnt know,"
"Know what?"
"She didnt talk about you not because shes angry.. or hates you... its uh.. its because she cant remember,"
"Cant remember? What do you mean? It doesnt happen that long ago!"
"Ms Y/N.. well.. she uh.. she lost her memory.."
"What?!" Taehyung was shocked. What is this man saying?
"Miss Y/N was involved in an accident. A very... tragic accident," her manager looks at him with sympathetic eyes.
"W-what do you mean? Tell me!" Taehyung shakes his shoulders. "Tell me right now!"
"Uh well... it happened when she was 16. She uh was left in the middle of the night, in the middle of no where. Her parents said it was her boyfriend back then, but it cant be right? Why would a boyfriend left his girl in the middle of no where,"
Taehyung gulps. Memories of that night starts flashing back like a vivid slideshow.
"And I think the person who left her promised that someone will come and get her, because he really needs to go. An emergency, I think?"
"Okay! I fet it. That bastard left her alone! Can you just get to the bloody point?!" Taehyung is getting impatient, making the manager looks at him weirdly at his massive interest in the story.
"Uh well.. I dont know how long she waited, but it started raining heavily, and that person did come.. but uh.."
"What?!"
"She uh.. got raped,"
"W-what?!" Taehyung feels like his world is spinning. Y/N got raped? B-by who? I-it cant be Hyun Joo right? It just cant be! Oh mu god, is that why he is arrested? "S-she what?" Legs shaky, Taehyung almost collapsed but the manager hold him, worried.
"Are you okay Mr Kim?"
"W-what happened?" Taehyung doesbt care about himself. He just wants to know what happened to his baby.
"Uh well. She was raped when shes 16. It was a dark time for her family. Shes a good student, an amazing one, and a good daughter," her manager sighed "but I guess she mingled with the wrong crowd? S-she didnt just got raped. She was beaten half to death by the assaulter. I guess he did that to weakend her before doing the deed? I figured she must have tried to fight back... but a fragile 16 year old girl against a man?" Her manager looks down sadly. The whole night flashed back like vivid memory in Taehyung's mind. The heavy rain, Min Soo's laughter, kisses, the sin he did that night, how he shuts down his phone and slept so soundly that night. All those happening while Y-Y/N got raped? Y/N must have been so scared.
No. She must have been terrified.
She must have called out his name, but he... he wasnt there to save her.
"After everything is done, she was just left there, to die I guess. The injury on her head and body was so severe the police assumed the assaulter was sure she would die and nobody would find her there,"
That fucking asshole! He left her to die? His Y/N? Taehyung clenched his fist so hard, his nails left marks so deep in his palms.
"But her parents sends out a search party when she didnt come home that night. Her boyfriend's phone was shut down too. When they found her, she was barely alive and keep repeating the assaulter's name before passing out. When she wakes up the next day, Ms Y/N has lost all memory. Every single thing up to that night. She can only remember basic things like her parents and her name The doctor said she was badly traumatized and her mind refused to remember what happened. In order to save their daughter from the pain of remembering, her parents thought that keeping her in the blind is the best thing for her and move away shortly after to create a new memory for her somewhere new," her manager finishes off. "I was assigned to look after her. To make sure nothing triggers the pain again,"
"A-are you saying that.. she doesnt remember anything at all? She doesnt... she doesnt have the slightest memory of.. of me?"
"I'm afraid so yes. Mr Kim.. I'm sorry to say.. but to her, you are nothing but a stranger that she just met today," the manager looks at him. "And.. we would gladly appreciate it if you can keep it that way,"
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"Mr Kim? Are you even listening to me?" Taehyung snaps back to reality when Y/N waved her hand in front of him, smiling. "I am sorry. My story must be boring," she laughs. Taehyung shakes his head and smile.
"N-no. Not at all. I- uh.. I was just distracted. Sorry, please continue," he smiles and lets Y/N continue her briefing about her story.
"Okay then. Well.. thats about it. But I havent finish the ending yet. I dont know if the female lead should end up with the main lead. What do you think Mr Kim?" Y/N smiles at him. It breaks his heart every single time she calls him that.
"Uh well.. it depends. Your manager said this is based on a true story? So what is the ending to this story?" Taehyung is curious. The storyline is very familiar to their own love story but Y/N is not supposed to remember anything, right?
"Well... to be honest. Its not entirely based on a true story. Its more like a memory," she smiles.
"A memory?"
Y/N laughs. "This might sound silly to you Mr Kim, but I feel like I have been through it. Maybe its a dream I had? I dont know, but everything feels real," Y/N smiles again. "I'm sorry. Its stupid right Mr Kim?"
"N-no. No. definitely not," Taehyung smiles. "But in this dream if yours.. are you happy with that guy? T-the main lead?"
"Well... again, this might sound so incredibly stupid.. but yeah. I am... very happy," she gave a sad smile. "But sometimes I feel sad when I'm around him in my dream. Its as if he has hurt me but I dont know. How could he when he is just a dream right? I dreamt about him most nights, but he never have a face. In my dreams he calls me princess," Y/N laughs out loud as if to tell Taehyung how stupid her dream is. Taehyung felt his heart beating so rapidly, it almost burst out from his chest. Y/N dreamt about him. That must be him. Taehyung wanted to reached out and touched her hand but the look she gave him, a look of a stranger, of one colleague to another, stops him.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I mean... it must really be a dream. How can I ever be a princess to anyone. I mean, look at me Mr Kim," she giggles again.
"Princess, I love you," Taehyung smiles at her, hands holding hers tight as they sat under the tree in front of the school field. Y/N blushes.
"I-I... uh," she looks down, face red as a tomato. Its the first time Taehyung ever said I love you to her. "I love you too Taehyung. I really do,"
"Awwww, is my princess blushing?" Taehyung smiles and squeezes her cheeks.
"No I am not!" Y/N blushes hard and hits his chest playfully. "And I am definitely not a princess. How can I be anyone's princess. I mean, look at me Taehyung,"
"Well, I am looking and you are beautiful, just like a princess. My princess," Taehyung smiles and leans in softly, kissing her under the tree as the wind blow softly.
"I am looking Y/N," Taehyung whispers softly, his deep gaze boring holes into hers, setting Y/N's heart on fire. "And you are beautiful. Just like a princess," My princess.
/////
"How is shooting going hyung?" Jungkook invites himself to sit besides Taehyung, slurping on his banana milk as Jimin joins in. "I miss you. I dont see you around anymore. Why do you always leave earlier than you need to abd come back later than usual?" The maknae pouts.
"The brat is right Tae," Jimin chimed in, earning a glare from Jungkook. "Stop glaring at me Kook. You dont look that intimidating with banana milk all over your face," Jimin rolls his eyes and turns back to Taehyung. "You are not ditching us for a bunch of "Hwarang Hyungs 2.0" right?!" Jimin starts to panic. As far as he knows, Taehyung co- star is a girl this time. They are not losing him again right?
"No I am not! And stop being jealous of my hyungs. You will always be my best friend Chim," Taehyung winks. "Theres no hyungs this time... but..."
"Oh my god! Are you dating your co- star?!" Jungkook exclaimed with excitement. "Are you finally teaching me how to date? I dont want to learn with the other hyungs, their methods of dating are too x rated," Jungkook scrunched his nose.
"First of all, you are too young to date, so I am not teaching you anything,"
"I am only two years younger than you! And taller than Jimin-hyung!" Jungkook protest.
"Yah! What does height has to do with anything?!" Jimin threw a pillow towards the maknae and Taehyung laughs.
"And two, I am definitely not dating my co- star. I dont even have the slightest interest in her. But... I am trying to date the writer,"
"What?!" Both boys are surprised by Taehyung's bold admittance.
"Oh I didnt tell you? The writer is Y/N,"
"Y.. Y/N?" Jimin tapped his chin, trying to remember the familiar name. "Isnt that the girl from your trainee years? The one you still kept a photo of in your wallet? Shes the writer?!"
"Yeah... and the story I'm staring in is our love story Chim.. but Y/N.. she doesnt remember..."
/////
After spending the next few hours explaining to Jimin and Jungkook about Y/N and what had happened to her, Taehyung was forced to spend the next few hours being scolded and called stupid by his other hyungs after the two loud mouth runs over to Namjoon's studio and tells the leader the whole story, which leads to the whole band knowing which of course means a family meeting where Taehyung was burned at the stake.
"Okay now that we are done telling him what a dumbass he is," Namjoon sighs and turns to him, giving him another smack at the back of his head, "what are you planning to do? Nothing too dumb please?"
"Hyung, I am not dumb!" Taehyung protests.
"Well, all your action so far showed you are," the older man rolls his eyes.
"Fine.. but.. now that I found her again... I want Y/N back. Its fine if she doesnt remember me hyung, I just want to redeem myself. I-," Taehyung sighs. "I still love her. I never stopped loving her. I have been trying to look for her since she moved. Now that I have found her, I need to make her fall in love with me again,"
/////
"Andddd cut! Good job Tae! Thats all for today, see you guys tomorrow!" The director shouted and everyone bows to each other, off to end their long tiring day. Taehyung's eyes immediately spotted Y/N who is packing her bags, ready to leave and rushed over.
"Y/N!"
"Oh Mr Kim, hello," Y/N bows and Taehyung gives out a unsincere smile. He hates it when Y/N treated him so formally, like a stranger. He knows that is exactly what he is to her, but he cant help but remembers all the memories and little things they shared years back. The way she laughs, the way her eyes lighted up when she saw him, the excitement on her face wheb she saw him walking towards her, her giggles and blush when he told her how pretty she is...
"Hello Y/N," he smiles. "Going back already?"
"Yeah I guess," Y/N picks up her bag and starts walking slowly. "But I just need to stop by somewhere first. It has been a looong day for me. And when I had a long day I usually stops for-"
"Ice cream," Taehyung finishes her sentence with a smile.
"Oh my god, how did you know?!" Y/n squeals, amazed and surprised at the same time. "How can you know that ice cream is what I needed Mr Kim?"
"Its a looong day for me today Taetae," Y/N pouts. "I had back to back exams, my english teacher is mean, I lost my science assignment and had to redo it and the history teacher decides to do a pop quiz! I just want to crawl to bed Taetae,"
"Not yet princess. Im not gonna let my princess go back home all stress out okay?" Taehyung flashes his boxy smile and grabs her hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere that can put a smile back on my princess' beautiful face," he covers her eyes and uncovers it when they reached the shop. "Ice cream! My treat princess,"
"Well... I think, from now on, everytime I had a long day, I will always go for ice cream then," Y/N giggles as she gigs into her ice cream. Taehyung smile, looking at his beautiful princess smiling so happily. He would give everything for her to always be happy "How do you know that ice cream is what I needed Taetae?"
"Because ice cream is the sweetest thing that can even come close to a sweet princess like you," Taehyung winks, making her blush.
"I love you Tae," Y/N giggles. "I dont knkw what I'll do without you in my life. You are my home. No matter how lost I am, I'm okay, as long as you are a part of me. I love you," Y/N leans in across the table and kisses him, and Taehyung has never tasted anything sweeter.
"Mr Kim? Hello?" Y/N waves her hand, taking Taehyung back to the present, his eyes gleaming with unshed tear from the memory. "Boy, you really dazes out a lot. Am I that boring?" Y/N giggles.
"No, definitely not boring. You were saying?"
"I was just asking. How do you know that ice cream is what I needed after a long day?"
"Because ice cream is the sweetest thing that can even come close to a sweet princess like you," Taehyung stares deep into her eyes as he said it, her blushing form is a duplicate of that day, years ago, he almost expecting her to say she loves him again.
Just like that day.
But instead Y/N smiles at him.
"Want to come with me and get ice cream then?"
/////
Y/N dont know why he enjoys every little second he spent with Kim Taehyung. He is handsome, thats for sure, but Y/N is pretty sure that is aesthetics is not what makes her heart beats faster than it should. Theres just something about him.
Something... familiar.
She feels happy. And sad at the same time. She feels likes she knows him. She feels as if shes... home.
They had a good time at the icr cream parlour. Taehyung told her a lot of stories about his adventures with his band mates, but he seems to always avoid talking about his past, and Y/N is not one to pry. Afterall, they are strangers, Taehyung is not obligated to tell her anything.
"So Mr Kim, I am guessing you dont have the chance to go out like this often? You know, with you being a universal star and all?" Y/N giggles.
"Yeah. We dont go out like this often. But when we do, we usually go out with each other," he smiles and watch Y/N digged into her ice cream. Cookies and cream, still the same flavor. "You know... we are practically friends now, and we are the same age. Why dont you call me Tae? Or... Taetae? I mean.. I already call you Y/N,"
"T-tae?"
"Yeah," he smiles. "Or Taetae,"
"T-taetae?" The moment that nick name rolled off Y/N's tounge, a surge of vision enters her mind, causing extreme pain in her head.
"Call me Taetae now princess, I am afterall your boyfriend," the faceless man smiles and kisses her forehead. "And thats a special nickname only you can use,"
"Hey Y/N are you okay?!" Taehyung immediately stands up and went to her side when she starts holding her head.
"Y-yeah. I just got a sudden headache. Maybe its a brain freeze from the ice cream," she tries to smile but Taehyung is having none of it.
"Let me send you home okay?" Y/N nodded weakly and Taehyung made sure that she has safely arrives before saying goodbye.
"Take care okay. And take a day off tomorrow if you need it alright?"
"Alright. But I think I will be okay," she smiles and bows. "Thanks. And goodbye.. Taetae..."
Taehyung's face light up the moment she calls out his name, making Y/N blush and rushed inside.
Taetae... why does it sounds so familiar. Who are you Taehyung-ah?
/////
Taehyung was on cloud nine since that ice cream date. Y/N calls him Tae, or Taetae. No more that Mr Kim bullshit, and they spend a lot of time together now. He even had the chance to bring her to lunch to meet the members and of course, just like he expected, they all love her. Taehyung even thinks the maknae is seriously in love with her, but no way in hell hes going to let that happen.
Y/N is his.
Atleast she will be again.
"Miss Y/N, Mr Kim, we will finally be meeting with the actress who played the woman you will be cheating with Mr Kim. We are sorry her scenes has to be delayed because of her her overseas schedule," the production crew informs them as they were having a break. Break time on set is Taehyung's favorite time, because he can pulls his chair and sits besides Y/N, sharing the lunch Seokjin made for him or his manager bought for him, since he refuses to eat outside anymore if Y/N didnt come with . Every second with Y/N is heaven to him and he hope she will still want to stay in touch even after their filming ends.
He cant lose her again. He just cant.
"Oh its fine. I heard shes a good actress, so she can keep up with the filming right?" Y/N asks.
"Yes. Shes a very good actress. Actually Mr Kim, you know her quite well. She used to train with your company before,"
"Oh really?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. The only trainee he knew that turns into an actress from his training days is...
"Taetae!" Min Soo shouted from the door the moment she saw him, pushing her sunglasses up her forehead.
"M-Min Soo?" Taehyung was taken by surprised as Y/N lifted her head to see the actress who just entered. Upon seeing her face and her excitement in hugging Taehyung, a rush of memories flooded her mind and in a matter of second, Y/N was passed out on the floor, the last thing she hears was the voice of the faceless man in her dreams calling her name.
"Y/N!"
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Taehyung rushed to her hospital room, dropping his coffee once the doctor informed him that Y/N is awake. The moment he swing ooens the door, he was greeted wirh Y/N leaning up straight on the bed, glaring at him, face drenched with tears.
"Y-Y/N... y-you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? The doctor says y-"
"Get. Out,"
Taehyung's blood run cold as he heard the icy tone of her voice. What happened? Why is she suddenly like this? Did she forgets him again?
"Y-Y/N? Its me. Taehyung. Tae. Taetae? Y-you dont remember me?"
"No. I remember everything," Y/N starts to sobbed. "I remembered everything now Taehyung! Get out! I dont want to see you! Out!" Y/N yells, throwing whatever she could reached from her bed side and throw it at the dumbfounded Taehyung.
"Y/N no! Baby please. Let me explain!" Taehyung dodge her throws and try to reached oit for her hand but she immediately pull away.
"Explain? Explain?!" She yelled. "You ruined my life Taebyung! I gave you everything! I loved you with every part of me and you left me?! Do you even know?! Do you even know what he did to me?!" Y/N sobs starts to get uncontrolable, sobbing her eyes out. If Taehyung could hurt himself so Y/N's pain would lessen, he would do it. He would do anything to go back to that night and do it all over again. He would treat her right. He would cherish her. He would already be married to her right now.
"Y/N please-"
"He raped me Taehyung!" She sobs. "I remembered everything now. I remembered the pain when he slaps me, punch me. The cold rain on my face. His disgusting face as he.. as he..." Y/N sobs even louder and Taehyung wants nothing more than to kill Hyun Joo if he wasnt already in prison serving his time. "I called your name Taehyung. I called you over and over again. I keep saying I'm sorry. I thought if I didnt pissed you off about Min Soo, if I just apologizes, you would come back. You would come back and save me from that... that monster," she continues to sobs. "B-but you didnt. A-and he keep... he keeps hurting me. H-he keeps touching me. Where were you Taehyung? Where were you?!" Y/N shouted one last time before throwing the flower vase on the bed side, only inches away from Taehyung's head.
Taehyung knew he dont need to answer. Y/N dont really want to know where he is that night. She already knows. But he feels like he needs to explain it to her. To tell her that leaving her that night was the biggest mistake of his life. That saying all those things to her that night... he regrets it all. He wants to tell her he loves her, that he loves her still, that he will protect her now. That he will spend forever to make it up to her.
But everything got stuck in his throat.
"Y/N... I-"
"Get out," her voice cold, eyes closed.
"Y/N, I need t-"
"I said get out Taehyung. Get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!"
Her hysyeric screams finally attracts the nurses and before he could say anything else, Taehyung is escorted out. He was never allowed to visir her ever again, and although Y/N didnt ask for Taehyung or Min Soo to be pulled out fron the movie, she never again make an appearance on set.
Taehyung was lost.
Without Y/N he was lost.
And thats when he realizes, Y/N is his home. All these years he keeps holding on. Living life day by day, feeling empty and lost, because at the back of his mind he is still looking for her, looking for a way back. A way back home.
But what is he to do now when his home dissapeared?
Y/N is his home. And he needs to go back. No matter what it takes.
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"Today is the last day of the filming. You sure you dont want to go and visit the set? Say thankyou to the crew?" Y/N's manager sat besides her, patting her back.
"I'll just send them a fruit basket. We will do another dinner without the actors one day. Satisfied?"
Her manager sigh and give a sad smile to her.
"Y/N... I know its hard... getting your memories back like that. I know you feel as if all the people that are close to you have been lying to you. But you know we did it to protect you right?"
Y/N looks down and fiddled with her fingers. She actually understands. She really understands it. She herself hopes that she wouldnt remember.
"I know oppa... but... I'm not mad at you. Or eomma or appa... but..."
"You are mad at Taehyung?"
Y/N keep silence, knowing that her manager really knows her best.
"Listen... I dont know exactly what went down between the two of you, but I have put some of the puzzle pieces together. Starting from his reaction in the first day you were introduced to him. I dont know much Y/N... but I know that he loves you," Y/N raised her head at that. "And you... you love him too,"
"What?! No way! I dont!"
"Y/N... you can try to lie to yourself, but you cant lie to me," her manager smiles. "Dont you ever wonder why you only dream happy things about the faceless man? Y/N those dreams... they are not dreams. They are your memories. Memories of you and Taehyung. Happy memories. No matter how hard your mind tries to rejects him by refusing to remember, your heart still remembers him Y/N. Now... just remember back all your dreams.. and remember it hard. You will see that the faceless man is Kim Taehyung, and you will understand that the feelings you had is happiness, love and missing him. Find it in your heart to forgive him Y/N and give yourself a chance to be happy. A home is never perfect, nor does it only give you happiness. A home is a place where you can feel comfortable. It can be a mess, it doesnt have to be perfect, it has its flaws, but its yours. Taehyung is your home Y/N. Come back home and be happy. Thats all I want for you," her manager, who is more like a brother to her gives her a tight hug and leaves, letting Y/N be alone with her messy thoughts.
Y/N sat alone, pondering the words of her oppa that has known her ever since the incident. Who has been by her side, guiding her through her career. Just remember back all your dreams.
Y/N closes her eyes and collect back all her dreams about the faceless man. The faceless man who makes her heart beats faster in her dreams. The faceless men who kisses tastes so sweet, who words can make her smile for days.
"Princess, I love you,"
"Awwww, is my princess blushing?"
"Well, I am looking and you are beautiful, just like a princess. My princess,"
"Not yet princess. Im not gonna let my princess go back home all stress out okay?"
"Somewhere that can put a smile back on my princess' beautiful face,"
"Ice cream! My treat princess,"
"Because ice cream is the sweetest thing that can even come close to a sweet princess like you,"
"I love you princess,"
"You are mine now princess,"
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen princess,"
Y/N remembers back every single dream he ever had about that faceless man. He always calls her princess. His princess. But its different this time. This time she remembers. She remembers herself, looking back up into the faceless man's deep gaze and smile...
"I love you Kim Taehyung,"
Its Taehyung. Its really is Taehyung. All this while she thought ahes having a fantastic dream of her faraway soulmate. Maybe ut is her soulmate, but he is not that faraway. Not at all. All this while, it was her heart telling her to remember him. To remember Taehyung and all their memories together.
Without hesitation, she grabs her jacket ans ran out not noticing anyone arounds her until she bumps into someone.
"Ow! Look where you are going!"
"You look wh- Y/N?"
Standing in front of her is Kim Taehyung. The faceless man. Her soulmate. Her home.
And she doesnt know what to do but to turn back the other way when Taehyung pulls her hand and stops her.
"Dont go. I am not letting you leave ever again. You can hate me, hit me, kill me, I dont care, I just want to be with you and never ever leave you again," Taehyung pulls her into a tight hug. "Y/N... I love you. I never stop and theres not a second went by that I dont regret that night. You dont have to take me back, but I wont ever leave your side. Ever again. I love you. I love you. I love you,"
Y/N stays in his hug for a moment, tears wetting the front of his shirt. How is it that the man who hurt her so much makes her feel so safe and like she belongs? Is it true what her oppa said?
Is Taehyung really her home?
That one place that is fully hers?
"I-its hard," Y/N sniffles, voice muffled in his tight hug. "I-I understand why my mind refuses to remember you Tae. But my heart is stronger. It wanted me to remember," she sniffles louder, making Taehyung released the hug to look at her face. "I love you Taehyung. There was never a second that I stopped loving you. Even when my mind dont remember, my heart does. I love you too much that what you did hurts me to the core. But I cant live like this anymore. I cant live under the shadows of my past, because between the hurt you gave me, you are also my happiness. I choose to remember. I dont want to forget anymore. It hurts yes, its painful, yes. But I know it now Tae. I know why I always feel so empty even when I cant remember anything. Its because I was never home Taehyung. I need to feel alive again. I need to come home..."
Taehyung looks at her, eyes gleaming with tears from the knowledge that he has hurt the only person he has ever love to beyond repair. He didnt quite understand what Y/N is saying, but whatever it is, he swears he will do anything to make it up to her.
"Tell me what you need me to do Y/N. I'll bring you home. Whatever you need, I'll do it baby. I'll do anything,"
"Tae... you dont understand," she giggles through her tears. "I want to come home. Taehyung...you are my home. And its a mess, a messy, unorganized, abandoned home.. but its mine. Its my home and I wouldnt want to be anywhere else, Taehyung,"
"And wherever you are baby, I will follow. I will never ever leave you alone ever again. Because right here," he points to her heart," is where my home is. I love you..."
Taehyung looks at her with eyes filled with love and determination to make her forget every little pain she ever faced. He will give her the best home she could ever dream of. A home filled only with love, laughter and happiness. And as he leans in to capture her lips, Y/N can feel it too.
"My princess, my home, my everything,"
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Morishiki—Harassment/bullying, underage sex, degrading, pissplay, and more. You have been warned.
There's also short!Morishige, but that doesn't need a warning. That one's just a blessing.
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A loud 'bang' rang throughout the hallways of Kisaragi Academy.
Currently, Yoshiki was holding Morishige up against the lockers in the hallway after school, long after the building had been abandoned by those who flocked it throughout the morning. Staying back so late was trivial business; this was completely arranged between the two, as per Kishinuma's anonymous request.
"The hell, man?!" Yoshiki's voice was intense, although it hardly raised itself above a mere whisper out of anxieties that someone was around to hear. He couldn't hold back much, though, as his chest was flared up with the burning sensation of anger.
Morishige moved his head out of the way uncomfortably. Yoshiki waited patiently for him to answer his goddamn question, but the boy never did. He only glared up at the taller blonde with oblivious eyes, like he didn't understand how he did anything wrong.
Like hell he didn't do something wrong, though! It pissed Kishinuma off that this exchange between the two was only happening now, so long after he had originally come up with his genius. He was tired, he was in deep shit, and he was mad.
Like hell he wouldn't be. Anyone would if they were in Yoshiki's position.
Yoshiki Koshinuma isn't a bully. Never was. It hadn't even crossed his mind that he could rough up some scrawny loser and get something out of it. Nah, if the school administrators found some bullcrap like that out, his ass would be on the curb faster than he'd be able to protest.
Even with that, it's not like he'd want to in the first place. The worst he'd ever done to a person was shout at some total pricks who wouldn't leave a couple of pretty young girls alone, and damn right they deserved it.
Yoshiki Kishinuma isn't a bully.
But this is different.
School is bullshit, home life is bullshit, Yoshiki can't catch a fucking break. He had two jobs to work and was expected to attend some bullshit school on top of that with no room for a smoke break in between. It was more than that, it always was, but Kishinuma didn't even need more of a reason than that to cut class to go to the stalls and light one up.
He never questioned getting caught. It was bound to happen anyways, yeah? Nothing weird about getting your ass handed to you for breaking the rules. Yoshiki didn't have to bat an eye to understand that much, so he never thought more of it.
Gossip, however, wouldn't let anything go unheard of. Especially at Kisaragi Academy, if a pencil dropped to the floor, someone would make a comment about it and there was about a 90% chance it'd turn into a wildfire.
Yoshiki was never on the receiving end of any gossip, but there sure as hell were words about him going around. He couldn't care less, so long as whatever was said about him didn't surpass a certain level of dumbassery and the ones who kept it circulating needed to get their facts straight. Other than that, though, people could think he was a fucking crook or whatever they wanted to believe. It was a waste of time humoring those people.
For the first time, though, Yoshiki wasn't the talk of the school. No, it was of the nerdy boy from 2-9 who'd trail behind the scary blonde like a puppy—at a distance. Peeking around corners, glancing through the windows, he'd always have some sort of eye on Yoshiki Kishinuma. The boy who'd constantly turn the camera of his phone in the delinquent's direction. To Yoshiki, this was proof enough that the school had a pair of eyes on him.
And after his most recent detention for filling the stalls with smoke, and once again catching onto the murmurs, Yoshiki had enough.
A note on the desk of his homeroom classmate was all it took to get him to meet Yoshiki. That's all it took.
At first, Kishinuma was suprised that it did. It's not like either of them had friends, and it's not like he signed the note, either. Morishige just found the note and obliged willingly without any reassurance or backup from anyone at all.
And now Yoshiki was holding him up against the lockers.
"Come the fuck on. You know what you did. Now tell me why you did it." Kishinuma struggled in not raising his voice. He wanted to scare Sakutaro, but he wanted answers, too.
"I don't know why this is happening." Morishige murmured as if it was all he could muster out of him. Morishige, like Yoshiki, was now in deep shit. Kishinuma knew the boy was small, scrawny, and that he couldn't run fast or fight back in this sort of situation. They both knew he just had to endure, and endure he would.
"This is happening because you're going to get my ass expelled!" Releasing Sakutaro for only a moment, he quickly regained his grasp on his peer's uniform shirt, hitting him unceremoniously against the lockers once again. "Because you can't keep your goddamn mouth shut!"
"I really don't know what you're talking about. I really," Morishige breathed. It was clear to Kishinuma that the boy wanted to run or glance around for any means of escape, but both of them retained an intense, heated eye contact.
"You keep ratting me out to the office. I know you are, so don't fuckin' try to deny it, you prick. Just fess up and leave me the hell alone!"
Immediately, Sakutaro's head began to shake back and forth frantically. His mouth was open, but it was like he didn't have the words to say 'no, no, no—'
So, of course, Kishinuma's anger boiled. He wanted straight answers, not denial, and he wanted them right the fuck now. He released Sakutaro, now, but only halfway; it wasn't like he could get out, even with only one of Yoshiki's hands holding him back. With the other, though, he grabbed Morishige's cheeks. He held the boy's chin in his palm, and with his fingers he squished Sakutaro's cheeks, keeping his mouth open.
Kishinuma expected Morishige to fight back. He expected him to do something other than sit there, staring up at Yoshiki through his glasses with big eyes. But that's exactly what happened. Total silence, not a single cry for help. Only silence and heavy breathing.
And want in his eyes.
Yoshiki swore it was lust he saw in there. He swore that Morishige's gaze read, 'This is your chance, now take me,' and it said that loudly. And Yoshiki continued to search that pale green, wanting to find any shred of uncertainty or doubt or fear, but he found none of it.
And, as if it lured him in, they collided.
Yoshiki kissed his victim sloppily, leaning in and sucking on his bottom lip like it was sugary candy. And to him, it was. The boy's lips were warm, and soft, and the surprised mewls that escaped them reminded Yoshiki of sweets.
Of course, this was all done without further thinking. Kishinuma didn't need to think, he only needed to hear Morishige's needy whines and feel Morishige's little lips on his own and feel Morishige grabbing onto his biceps to pull him closer.
They split apart, but only for a moment. A single strand of saliva connected them still as they panted before it fell and drooled lazily down Sakutaro's chin. All too suddenly, Yoshiki's tongue was in Morishige's mouth, and the weaker boy's face was released in favor of Yoshiki fumbling with the buttons on his school uniform.
It didn't take long for that, along with the shirt Sakutaro wore underneath, to be cast to the side. And Yoshiki latched onto the boy's already erected nipple, sucking on the little bud and rolling his tongue along it in slow, messy circles.
Morishige was eating it up above him. Yoshiki could hear every single moan that he let out, despite the fact that his peer now has his hand over his own mouth in attempts to quiet himself. Kishinuma, though, wasn't going to let him out of this that easily. He didn't stop, not for a moment, and even began to pinch at his boy's other nipple—to which he responded by moaning loudly.
"Kishinum—ha-kun," Morishige sighed, interrupted midway through his mindless comment as Yoshiki trailed his fingers down his tummy and supposedly sent a chill up the boy.
"Shut up. Have you always been this much of a whore?" Yoshiki asked lazily, his lips still pressed against Morishige's skin.
Before Sakutaro could respond properly, though, the taller boy started groping at the bottom's dick roughly through his pants. He yelped.
Yoshiki just smirked big, now. He stopped with the nipple play entirely, once again standing to his full height as both of his hands brushed up against Morishige's crotch. Hastily, they undid the other boy's pants, allowing those to fall to the floor.
In a mindless state, Kishinuma began to stroke at Morishige. The receiving end choked out a moan, mumbling things like 'fuck—' 'oh god yes—' 'please don't stop—' 'I've been waiting for this—'
"You're so fuckin' desperate, huh? Your cock's already hard, little whore." Yoshiki pressed his lips to Morishige's ear as he spoke, with the latter of the two frantically nodding his head in agreement and begging for more touches.
"I'll fuckin' give it to you. You're so goddamn needy, has no one ever taken care of your pathetic asshole before?"
Morishige was shaking his head this time, and Yoshiki pressed his fingers forcefully into the smaller boy's mouth before he could further beg like a slut. Naturally, Morishige sucked, and they stayed like this for several moments before Kishinuma pulled his hand away.
Yoshiki backed up so there would be room to turn Morishige around and prop him against the lockers so his hands pressed against them and his ass stuck out. A perfect position. Without any further warning or comment, Yoshiki pressed them in.
Immediately, Morishige was moaning. Kishinuma could tell just from a few moments of rocking his hand in and out of Sakutaro that the boy had serviced his own asshole before.
"You touch yourself like this, little boy?" Kishinuma taunted, only to be met with a small 'mhm—' and 'I'm sorry—,' and then more moans. While he scolded Morishige for it not moments later and punished the boy with a slap to his ass, Kishinuma was grateful that he didn't have to stretch the boy out before he inserted something much bigger.
It only took a little bit before Yoshiki decided Morishige's ass was lubed up well enough with his boy's own drool. Removing his hand (and with a whine of complaint from Sakutaro, who started to readily wiggle his needy ass,) Yoshiki began to undo his own pants, letting those as well as his underwear open up just enough for his erect cock to fully spring out from its cramped confines.
And without a moment to spare, the top was grabbing at his bitch's hips with one hand, and with the other he guided his cock to the desperate entrance.
"You need this, whore boy? Is this what you want?" Kishinuma growled, leaning over Sakutaro.
Morishige just nodded, over and over, once again letting out useless little begs in hopes they would get Yoshiki inside of him.
But that wasn't needed. After a few moments worth of teasing, Sakutaro apparently had enough and ended up throwing his asshole back onto Kishinuma's cock. They both gasped, though Morishige's turned more into a pleasured wail, and hips started moving on both ends rapidly.
Yoshiki thrusted into his moaning Morishige, the latter moving himself back and forth as to meet his top's demands.
"Yosh—Yoshiki-kun, I—fuck—" Morishige desperately tried to speak, looking back at Yoshiki with a concerned look on his pretty face. Yoshiki, however, responded by grabbing at his fuckdoll's hair roughly and pulling, causing Morishige to cry out.
"No, I—uhghghghh—Yoshiki-kun, I need to p—"
"What, you need to cum already?" Yoshiki rewarded Morishige a smack on the ass for this, but once again the bottom was gasping out protests after a loud cry.
"No...! Kishinuma-kun, I really need to piss—I really need to, I'm gonna—"
At first, Yoshiki treated this with surprise. He kept silent for a few seconds, although continuing to fuck into the boy as he moaned and repeated himself over again.
And then Yoshiki smirked.
"That's fuckin' disgusting. So you better piss all over the place, you gross whore. Make a fucking mess."
Morishige let out a few loud 'uh-huh's before he fulfilled Yoshiki's strict demand. Yoshiki could hear it, warm liquid streamimg steadily onto the ground below them and the lockers in front of them as Sakutaro choked out in bliss.
Kishinuma couldn't bring himself to handle much more after that. His thrusts grew increasingly more frequent, and within moments he was spilling his load into Morishige's asshole as his baby cried out into the empty hallways. He picked up his movement once again after, fucking into Sakutaro's asshole and repeatedly beating at his prostate until he finally reached the same limit and came all over the floor, making an even bigger mess.
They stood there for a while, panting, not speaking to one another.
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Yoshiki lay in bed late that night, his mind turning the pages of the events that just took place over and over again as he tried to make sense of them. Essentially, this kid was watching Yoshiki's every move, and he ended up getting interrogated and fucked over it.
With a sigh, he shut off the lights, and crawled into bed without getting under the covers.
He didn't understand the whole situation yet, but he did know one thing.
Yoshiki Kishinuma was gonna become a bully.
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BnHA Chapter 008: Capture the Flag
Previously on BnHA: Deku won his homeroom teacher’s approval by sending a baseball into outer space. Recovery Girl was like, “stop breaking shit.” All the characters got their superhero costumes revealed EXCEPT FOR DEKU because the mangaka is a fucking tease.
Today on BnHA: All Might’s first class! The kids split into teams of two to play Capture the Flag Nuclear Device! And, oh yes
KACCHAN VS DEKU
(((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))
As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 11 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.
hold onto your butts, kids, because we’ve reached the second volume, and judging from the cover it seems like this rivalship is about to heat up
also this cover totally spoils Izuku’s about-to-be-revealed superhero costume, but that’s okay since I’ve seen it before already
I’m at a loss for words at how wonderful and perfect this title is. just want to give it a round of applause
and I accidentally saw the title for chapter 9 while I was scrolling through the volume index and. !!!!!!!!!
(it’s “Deku vs. Kacchan” in case you were wondering)
SOMEBODY better have learned how to clench his butt more gently and visualize that damn microwave egg real good, that’s all I’m saying, because shit’s apparently about to hit the fan
ahhh there is a whole page of detailed backstory on how their costumes were made. I’m gonna cry they put so much actual thought into it
LMAO Bakugou helped design his own ridiculous costume
this will absolutely ensure that everyone takes you seriously, Kacchan
real talk this is the most Gokuderaish shit he’s done so far. I knew he had some nerdiness in him somewhere
there is apparently a Quirk Registry where everyone’s quirk details are kept in some kind of national index. pretty sure this kind of thing was the impetus behind the conflict in the first X-Men film, as well as the first (comic-verse) Marvel Civil War. but I guess it’s not as controversial when 80% of the population has these powers. at that point you’re like “yeah okay let’s make a list”
in Horikoshi’s Wikipedia bio it said he was a huge Marvel fan and it fucking shows. in a good way
lol Izuku’s mom startled him and he hung up on All Might
what is he actually going to list as his quirk though, since the whole One for All thing is supposed to be a secret? what does AM have on his own quirk registry form?
(ETA: in chapter 11 it’s revealed that All Might has told at least 3 other people about his quirk, though. so there’s that. I wonder if he has a friend in the government, or if not, maybe the U.A. principal has some influence. or hell, he probably has a fair amount of influence himself, being the great symbol of peace.)
his mom is apologizing to Izu for her sad crying in his sad flashback. is this going to get emotional. Deku hasn’t cried yet in this chapter and the clock is ticking, so
sob Deku is wearing the costume his mom made him with love. I can’t
THE JUMPSUIT IS FINE BUT THE HELMET THING. I FUCKING CAN’T
also is this thing really going to hold up when he goes all out? last time he ripped the arm right off of his jacket. I hope he did tell them something about his quirk, otherwise this thing is not going to last
(ETA: lol he did not and lol it did not)
the good thing is that everyone else’s costumes are also so fucking ridiculous that not a one of them can say a damned word
except for this guy
I don’t know his name. right now he’s Hot Guy in the Corner. but this guy knows how to uniform
listen, I have heard people compliment my shoes as “really comfortable looking” enough times to know when someone is just trying to be polite and reaching hard. I appreciate the thought though
trying to figure out how those giant boots of hers could possibly be useful for her zero-g powers. especially since she apparently didn’t actually request them. maybe they’ve got magnets or some shit
All Might is embarrassed that Deku made derivative Victory Antennae for his own costume just like All Might’s
AW HE LOVES YOU
statistically the most heinous villains are more likely to appear indoors. there could be a Heinous Villain standing behind you right now. it may already be too late. hide yo kids hide yo wife
now All Might’s going to split them into two-person teams and sic ‘em on each other
”this teaching thing is fucking easy.” [pats self on back]
these kids are the best
oh damn he’s actually got a whole involved scenario for the thing. as expected of the man who so obsessively planned every last minute little detail of Izuku’s training
but actually this is just capture the flag
it’s capture the flag my dude
in theory their partners will be chosen by drawing lots! in reality it’s the all-powerful hand of the mighty mangaka at work
lmao Iida questions if this is really the best way and Izu launches into a lengthy explanation about how it makes sense because it’s similar to what might happen in real life, and Iida fucking apologizes for getting ahead of himself. YOU’VE BROUGHT SHAME UPON YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY IIDA. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE LOTS
somehow I saw this coming
the guy on Discount Zuko’s right has such a flat head I didn’t register him as a person for a sec and was wondering why Discount Zuko didn’t appear to have a partner
I’m 99% sure Discount Zuko’s name is Todoroki by the way, but WHEN. WILL. HE. get an actual introduction goddammit?!
heh
...am I really going to have to learn the rest of these characters’ names too?? there are 16 of them. this is like the goddamn Chuunin Exams all over again
goddammit
Ochako is so happy to be paired up with Izu, while Izu is Having a Crisis
yeah son you need to get over that
oh boy here come the ~RANDOM LOTS~
a.k.a. the ONLY TWO TEAMS WITH NAMED CHARACTERS ON THEM*
*I know Yuri on Ice is a named character as well but I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT IS and CLEARLY IT DOESN’T MATTER YET ANYWAY
my GOD those are some fortunate ~RANDOM LOTS~
so what do the other 16 people do, just sit back and watch?
son of a
I suppose they’ll all take turns and the next four will go once these four are done, though. off-screen of course. fuck those guys
All Might is telling Bakugou to adopt a villain mindset and that it’s okay for him to go all out. All Might out here trying to get Deku killed
this gon be good
meanwhile Ochaku and Izu are trying to memorize the building’s layout. Ocha isn’t stressed because this time they don’t have to worry about being expelled
and it must be my birthday because here’s a whole page all about Izuku musing on his and Bakugou’s rivalship
sooooo this is either gonna be a draw or Bakugou probably will actually lose to him. the latter is going to fuck that kid right up if it happens
:D
(ETA: :DDDDD)
YES. EXACTLY. DAMN MY WEAKNESS FOR RIVALRIES
All Might thinks loudly at his son that he’s not going to show him any favoritism
All Might is a fucking liar but it’s cute so he gets a pass
Deku and Ocha are sneaking in through a window. I assume Ocha floated them up there or something. she’s so smart and talented
I wonder if she could just float Iida and Bakugou out of the building so that they wouldn’t have to actually fight them
Izu’s helmet makes him look like Sonic the Fucking Hedgehog and it’s really distracting me
BAKUGOU LEAPING IN OUT OF NOWHERE TO ATTACK THEM
THANK FUCK, HE BLASTED DEKU’S HELMET OFF
NOW he looks like the Izuku I’m always seeing on tumblr posts
JUST TAKE OFF THE OTHER HALF OF THE HELMET, DUDE
this Momotaro-looking guy is complaining that Bakugou’s sneak attack wasn’t “manly” but dude he’s supposed to be playing the villain in this scenario
heh. he’s off the fucking hinges
OH FUCKING DAMN
IS HE ABOUT TO IPPON SEOI NAGE THIS MOFO
”did he just read my moves?” wereeeee you thinking your movement was actually subtle...? let’s go back and take another look
this is such an obvious attack a three year old could probably read it
not discounting Deku, though. son of a bitch really DID ippon seoi nage the shit out of him
YES DEKU, YES
“Kachaan, you almost always lead with that right hook.” his lifetime of being bullied finally pays off! also, seriously, that was the most obvious right fucking hook anyone’s ever attempted. thanks in part to the always dynamic and interesting art style!
ummmm
is... this... actually a compliment somehow...?
no, seriously, he’s leading into a speech about how he’s not gonna sit back and take Kacchan’s shit anymore, but he also just analyzed his attack, and then said that this is something he specifically does with “heroes he thinks are awesome”
for now my verdict is that it is a compliment but it’s probably unintended and he might not be paying attention to what he just said
anyway, Deku’s getting seriously fired up now
KACCHAN YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS THE FACE OF A KID WHO’S ABOUT TO CLENCH HIS FUCKING BUTT
lmao this tiny panel of Iida looking around wondering where everyone else is
darn him
FREEZE FRAME!!
ENHANCE
ARE THOSE
TEARS
DEKU
DEKU
THIS WAS LITERALLY THE LAST PANEL
YOU WERE IN THE CLEAR
OH MY SWEET GREEN SON
...one of these days. one of these days we’ll get there
BONUS:
my takeaway from this is that some of these characters don’t actually have normal names and are only going to go by their superhero names, which makes me wonder if we’ll ever find out All Might’s name. I want to knoooooow but don’t spoil me please sob
#bnha#boku no hero academia#makeste reads bnha#midoriya izuku#uraraka ochako#bakugou katsuki#all might
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Hi Gina! :) Since you've been away, have you been reading any new fics?
OOOH! Yes, I have! Thank you for asking! Here’s the most recent stuff I read that I really liked:
Night Out and its follow up Saving Symphony Hall both by @helloamhere (the first one is a very sexy one shot, the second is 19 chapters of awesome).
“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”
“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”
“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.
“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”
“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.
“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”
“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”
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Lightening Strikes Twice by @dinosaursmate
“Louis Tomlinson,” Harry said slowly, shaking his head and betraying a slight grin. “What the fuck are the odds?”“Small world,” Louis said lightly, shrugging and holding his hand out to Harry, smirk playing on his lips. “Wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”“Haha! Please.”Harry slid his palm into Louis’, grasping and shaking it. It must’ve been… what? Thirty years?---Two tales, one story. One: a tale of a rock star taking a shine to a fan who is different from all the others, and two: a tale of an older, washed up rock star, who - on the brink of resigning himself to a life of loneliness - finds fate intervening.
(this one made me ugly cry...I was a snotty mess. But it’s so well done and this version of Harry and Louis is one you definitely haven’t read before).
Take Our Bodies Higher by @littlelouishiccups
Harry wasn’t often caught off guard at his job anymore. He called different men Sir, Master, or Daddy for work almost every week, but he’d never been told he was a good boy in a voice quite like that.
In which Harry is a phone sex operator and Louis dials a wrong number.
(kind of all the things I like rolled into one...wrong number meet cute, dirty talk, D/s...yep. I liked it. LOL!)
just a dream byBriaMaria / @briannamarguerite
Harry held out his hand, his eyes on Louis’ face. Louis took it.
Power flowed between their palms. Harry was magic in human form; Louis was strength. The forest swayed toward them, hungry and eager for the energy that radiated like waves from their connection. Flowers bloomed along the edge of the pond, not just roses, but daisies and tulips and orchids.
The water was cool against Louis' overheated skin. It welcomed him, embraced him, as he followed Harry beyond the shallow banks. When they were waist deep Harry stopped, turning toward Louis.
The current that shouldn't be there nudged them together, until their bodies were flush, aching hardness against aching hardness. Except. Harry was soft. So soft. His eyes, his hair, his skin, his hips.
Louis slid his thigh between Harry’s lithe, gorgeous legs, and pressed up. Harry’s lashes swept closed in pleasure and Louis used the moment to pull him closer.
“This is a dream,” he whispered against Harry’s sweet lips.
“Then let me sleep forever and a day,” Harry said. “For if this is a dream, I never want to wake.”
(Bri’s writing just gets better and better. This is absolutely beautiful and so touching).
precious little thing by mercuitonotromeo
Reason #10 - Curiosity
Niall grins deviously and hits “make call”, putting his phone on speaker. They lean in close to peer down at the screen, heads knocking lightly together. Dull rings reverberate quietly around the room and mix with the monotonous buzz of the lights. It rings for a while - maybe six or seven times - then the other line picks up.
There’s a slow, steady inhale, and a low voice purrs, “Hi, sexy.”
Jesus - this guy has barely said two words, and both of them have made Harry's cock twitch in his jeans. That’s not even getting to what those words are, and why he’s saying them, and how Harry’s stomach is dropping into his shoes at the mere thought of him saying... other words. Words like “cock”, and “please”, and “come”.
Also known as: a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry's Daddy.
(um...there’s a theme here. LOL!)
candy in your mouth (i know you love me) by embodied / @crossnecklace
“You’re wrong,” Harry says, jaw clenched tight. “Because if all I wanted was a fuck, I’ve got at least three willing parties a phone call and a five minute drive away. What I want is you. I want us, I want it to be normal again -”
“What the fuck is normal?” Louis yells, much too loudly, and has to pause to consciously lower his voice before he speaks again. “Because a year ago, normal was eating too much takeaway and watching B-movies on Netflix in your room, and then normal was me choking on your cock at half past two in the morning, and I don’t know about you, but as of the past few weeks, normal is not seeing or talking to you at all, because I’ve all but admitted that I’m fucking crazy for you and you don’t know what to say to that.” Louis’ chest heaves, his breath coming out short. He hears his own throat stick when he swallows, and his voice is decidedly weaker when he asks, “So which one is it, Harry?”
AU. Things have shifted since last Christmas.
(I really like how the friends to lovers trope worked in this one. It’s a Christmas fic, but who cares? It’s short and really good).
So Much Left to Say by myownspark / @myownsparknow
Reason #32: Cheer Someone Up.
Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now.He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.)He pushes send.
(Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)
(what can I say? Cynthia is one of my favorite writers. She doesn’t write often, but when she does, I drop everything because it’s always gorgeously written and full of so much quiet nuance.)
For Reasons Wretched and Divine by @indiaalphawhiskey
Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.
Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?
An AU in two parts. Two boys, two stories, and hopefully, two chances at love.
(Oh, man. India’s writing is sublime. And this one is no exception. Plus, it’s suuuuuper angsty –– but happy ending, of course!)
I’m also in the middle of reading Them Butterflies by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry and I’m loving it so far!
I hope there are some there you haven’t read!
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hello my angels ! i’m sorry this is so late but i’m sarah & i’m 18 yrs old & live in the hellhole that is ohio so the est timezone ! i’m ur token harry potter nerd & lover of all things musical... anyways u can hear more about 5/10 of my problematic children under the cut ! i’m gonna try to keep it short but i lov to talk so we’ll see ! if you’re willing to plot give this post a big mf like & i’ll come crawlin’ to ur ims !
— ✯ | barbara delaney savenkov ! + pinterest board !
tw: death, murder
laura harrier, cisfemale, she/her — have you met barbara delaney savenkov yet ? the twenty-three year old is known for being both poised and enticing, but also very skeptical and deceiving. born in san francisco, barbie now lives in soho, waiting tables at the fork and assassinating people on the side for some extra cash. + wanted connections !
so barbara was born n raised in san francisco, california to a solidly middle class family. her parents were divorced growing up, although they were friendly & got along well enough to be friends & co-parent barbie. she’d always been quite an idealist like Yes The World Is Good but when she was twenty, her dad had died due to a rogue heart attack that seemingly happened for no reason & it completely shattered barbara.
that’s when a local gang found her, at her ultimate low, & roped her into their business. she stayed w them for two years or so & at some point or another barbara started to realize that she didn’t think this business & way to make money was a good one. eventually, they starting cutting pay & barbara started to feel like she was bein manipulated. working w the gang kind of made her give up her optimism & is what truly formed her into the stone cold but somehow still elegant & captivating barbie she is today ! her idealistic attitude & never-ending optimism died with all of the shady shit that gang made her do.
then barbara was offered a job as an assassin for a powerful man doin some shady shit & she was unable to refuse even tho her first instinct was to turn it down – it offered great money & stability, & with the impression that she’d only be hurting people who deserved it, barbara shakily accepted the deal & left the gang !
she’s not pleased w the fact that she’s murdering ppl for a living, obviously, but she tries to make do with what she has & tells herself that the ppl she’s killing deserve it but !! messy !
personality-wise, barbara comes off as super intimidating at first n like she just doesn’t have feelings… super proper n always sitting upright n stiff as fuck… scares ppl away bc she seems like a robot at first
she's that kid who studies for the test like 3 weeks before it actually happens and has color coordinated highlighting and bullet journals.. she wants to be on top of everything, constantly – she doesn’t like feeling unorganized or like she’s falling apart ? i think it’s partially bc she tends to over perfect areas of her life like that, and like color coordinating her closet and making sure everything is tidy to make up for the Mess that is her secret career ??
one of the most annoying things ever is how perfect she seems on the surface ?? like, she likes everybody n is probably the type of person who rescues stray kittens from trees n sings as little birdies fly down & comb her hair or some shit but anyone close to barbie in real life knows she is a hardcore mess
that friend who’s like “oh my god i look so fat in this picture” n literally everybody groans bc shut the fuck up karen ur perfect
could literally say “fuck off” to somebody n the tone of voice she uses would make them think she was complimenting them
— ✯ | cordelia esther king ! + pinterest board !
alycia debnam-carey, cisfemale, she/her — have you met cordelia esther king yet ? the twenty-two year old is known for being both affable and buoyant, but also very whimsical and corybantic. born in salem, delia now lives in lambeth, working as a wedding planner and forming unrealistic expectations of true love.
so ngl cordelia is very inspired by jane from 27 dresses but w/ some twists so i’m not completely unoriginal
she was born to a pastor for a father in salem aka witch town ! cordelia was raised as kind of a perfect goody goody two shoes u know.. classic girl next door who sleeps w a teddy bear even at twenty-two & her entire room is covered in pink, she spends her spare time baking n blushing over boys smiling at her wtvr... she was always strong-willed & opinionated but shut up out of fear of being made fun of u know, kids these days r mean
so then when cordelia is old enough to leave her parents house ( let’s say like a year ago ) she decides that she’s tired of being the nice girl in the shadows & that she wants to live life more on the edge so she vows to start living life dangerously & being badass... whatever that means
it’s actually kind of funny, because she’ll stroll into a bar & bat her eyelashes at the bartender & single ppl in the room to try & get them to order a drink for her solely bc she doesn’t know the names of any drinks... has no common sense & is too naive for her own good ( what is a handjob... what does “on the rocks” mean ) but the girl’s trying to [ troy bolton vc ] break free so who am i to judge ?
she’s a wedding planner who’s actually in love with the idea of love & has watched the notebook 1 too many times... despite her being wildt nowadays she’s still into the whole “when i meet the one for me my foot will pop when we kiss & i’ll feel fireworks” thing.. it’s cute but also sad but ! cute !
personality-wise... she’s outspoken & friendly & incredibly flirty, but at the same time she probably either assumes you’re flirting w her when you’re really not or has no clue that you’re hitting on her when ur literally kissing her
is totally sandy at the end of grease when she’s like “tell me about it, stud” acting all badass but then doesn’t know what to do w her cigarette butt & looks nervously at her friends like WTF DO I DO
please come corrupt her or fuck her up... or be nice 2 her & teach her how to be a human being
— ✯ | dexter leroy bates ! + pinterest board !
torrance coombs, cismale, he/him — have you met dexter leroy bates yet ? the thirty-one year old is known for being both inventive and idealistic, but also very farouche and indecisive. born in hackney, dex now lives in croydon, editing badly filmed videos and gluing himself to a camera 24/7.
basically a nerdy starving artist based on mark from rent with a lil bit of peter parker in him
a broke ass bitch living in croydon trying his best to make it as a photographer / film maker
he has huge dreams of hollywood but his films r probably kinda bad... but he tries his best n i love him for it
kinda nerdy & word vomit-y... super cute... would die for his friends but also would kill u for insulting one of them
is that nerd that is actually hot n buff n shit but u never notice bc he wears hoodies n hides behind a camera bc i lov stereotyping apparently
i don’t really have his backstory worked out yet tbfh so really ? go wild w connections for my son
— ✯ | davina leigh cordero ! + pinterest board !
lauren jauregui, cisfemale, she/her — have you met davina leigh cordero yet ? the twenty-one year old is known for being both intuitive and diligent, but also very seclusive and obstinate. born in whitby, davina now lives in soho, studying journalism and avoiding as much human interaction as possible.
100% based on rory gilmore bc apparently even tho i’m on season 2 i luv the characters Too Much
basically everything i aspire 2 be in a person... hardworking as fuck, loves school so fricking much, antisocial as hell !
davina is deadass brilliant & her idea of wild is staying up past 11 on a school night or waiting to do her homework on saturday instead of friday
sweet, a lil bit awkward, but the cutest ever n i would die for her
would much rather be chillin w her books than anything else tbh & doesn’t know how to hold proper interactions but it’s more charming than anything else
grew up with only her dad mostly, since her mom worked full time & lived out of town for reasons but they both love her a ton. her dad would give her the whole world if he could, & owns a quaint little coffee shop in whitby & is constantly calling davina to check up on her... when she got older her mom moved back in w her dad so since then she’s gotten a lot closer to her but there’s still just such a bond between her dad & her u know
what is romance ? davina doesn’t know
come fuck her up
— ✯ | sawyer maisie pitman ! + pinterest board !
josefine frida pettersen, cisfemale, she/her — have you met sawyer maisie pitman yet ? the twenty year old is known for being both undaunted and driven, but also very apathetic and blunt. born in bristol, sawyer now lives in wandsworth, being a tragically pathetic starving artist & student.
so sawyer was adopted as a baby, unnamed, to two moms who love her more than anything in the world. one’s a publisher & one’s an english professor, & they’re both huge fricking nerds, so she was named after tom sawyer !
as soon as she could walk she was talented with art & everything that had to do with it & not long after entering high school she decided that that’s what she wanted to do & nothing was going to get in the way of it
now, as a student & hopeful artist, sawyer is dead set on getting where she wants to be & has no tolerance for bullshit... like if u ain’t helping her further her career, ur unimportant to her
relationships ? cancelled. romance is a DISTRACTION from her work & only complicates her life !
blunt as fuck & doesn’t sugar coat things. she says things like they are & expects others to do the same bc she has no time for drama or whatnot
stubborn as fuck & nearly impossible to talk to sometimes bc she’s so set in her ways but hey love me a strong woman amirite
sharp-tongued & sarcastic as fuck but can be incredibly kind when the time is right !
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