#sweet sixteen photography in queens

[howardbeachstudios]

Wedding Photography @Verdi's Banquet hall in long island, new york

[romanphoenix]

[male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ROMAN PHOENIX]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [NICHOLAS GALITZINE]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [ACTOR]. Word is you’re [OUT-GOING] but can also be a bit [CUNNING] and your favorite song is [SELF SABATOGE BY WATERPARKS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [constantine, 25+, EST, they/them] ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

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— BASICS ☆

full name:;  roman henry joel phoenix

nicknames:;  rome, ro

gender:; cis male

pronouns:;  he/him

sexual preference:;  bisexual (leans more toward men)

birthdate & age:; nov. 25th, aged twenty-eight years

zodiac sign:;  sagittarius (archer)

spouse / lover:;  none currently

— APPEARANCES ☆

face & voice claim:;  nicholas galitzine

height:;  6′1″

eyes:;  hazel green

hair:;  naturally blonde, sometimes dyes brown or black (currently dark brown)

body art:;  a left ear piercing on his earlobe and occasionally an industrial bar, also in his left ear

other distinguishing features:;  a mole on the right side of his face, above his lip and another on the right side of his chin

fashion sense:;  classic, casual, comfy, sometimes proper and fancy and almost always wearing a ring on every finger

body type:;  generally toned and healthy looking

— PERSONALITY ☆

traits:;  tough, cunning, sassy, hard-working, confident, introverted, sarcastic, loyal, aggressive, self-destructive, out-going -- sweet, caring, funny, loveable

fears:;  expressing his feelings and being rejects

hobbies:;  writing, partying, music, photography, sometimes reading

skills:;  singing, playing various instruments (guitar, piano), writing songs and poems, good in the bedroom

quirks:;  bites and licks lip when bored or nervous or plays with his jewellery when nervous or lost in thought

— FAMILY ☆

mother:;  mrs. phoneix

father:;  mr. phoenix

siblings:;  a younger sister named ashleigh

children:;  none

pets:;  none

— FAVOURITES ☆

ice cream flavour:;  strawberry

food:;  italian food, cinnamon rolls, breakfast food

time of the day / night:;  nighttime

season:;  spring time

holiday:;  new years

animal:;  snakes, wolves and foxes

colour:;  black & red

scent:;  lavender

musician/band:;  david bowie, queen

— OTHER ☆

education:;  he's done a few years of uni for digital arts but did nothing with it

bad habits:;  drinking, smoking, weed and vapes from time to time

a cherished item:;  his skull rings on his ring fingers

relationship role:;  dominate with woman - with men he tries to dominate but will easily submit, he loves being dominated. he will dominate in some cases however

random fun fact:;  he doesn't wear underwear

— BIOGRAPHY ☆

—- B R E I F   B A C K G R O U N D  —-

trigger warnings ; mentions of drug abuse and alcohol abuse.

roman henry joel phoenix was born to two not so loving parents along with a younger sister named ashleigh in london, england. growing up started fine, as roman didn't really know better, that was up until his teen years in which then everything changed. as a teenager, roman learned his parents wanted him to take over the family business and refused to let him out of it. the young boy, however, wasn't at all interested, all he wanted to do originally was make music. he wanted to be a musician as he always loved writing poems and short stories and managed to make what he thought was beautiful music out of it. not to mention he realized his parents didn't really treat him the best, but having his little sister they treated her like an angel.

as soon as he turned sixteen, roman started to rebel against his parents, spending two years being nothing but trouble for them, and moving in with his aunt. during this time he got a few tattoos across his arms and one on his chest, both his ears pierced (earlobes and industrial bars), his tongue pierced, started wearing all his rings and really experimented with his sexuality and just live his best life. he first got a girlfriend at fifteen but they broke up shortly after he turned sixteen and started to change (due to his rebelling against his parents and trying to find himself more). roman also fell into the wrong crowd of people and got into drugs and alcohol and not being the most careful at a party at eighteen for graduation, roman found himself in the hospital.

after this time he cut out a lot of his bad habits (still drinking from time to time and deals with smoking on and off) and removing all the piercings in his right ear and tongue as well as removing all his tattoos. this had roman push to get into music and managing to release a single and left his aunt's home, getting his own apartment. during his time cleaning up he met a guy he'd date for a couple years before they parted ways due to wanting different things. this is when roman realized, he wasn't ready to settle down. he ended up getting a record deal and moved out to los angeles, california in the hopes to make an album but things didn't work out and he fell into a bit of a depression feeling he wasn't as good as he once thought at music, falling into bad habits again but not as bad as before.

roman did met a guy during his tries at music, who also heard his single and offered him a chance at acting. so he left his music dreams behind to put his all into acting and doing pretty well for himself with a couple good films and a show under his belt already. finally he started to really feel proud of himself. despite all of this, he still holds out the dream of being a successful musician as well. music always have a place in his heart and in his free time, he's always working on new music whenever he can, while also still enjoying and giving his all to acting and treating each role as his own and finding parts of himself in each character he brings to life.

—- C U R R E N T L Y  —-

roman still struggles with sleeping around and flirting, despite really wanting to find someone to settle down with and consider maybe a family one day. he's just scared he's unloveable and work makes him harder to commit to. he's also since moved out to aurora bay, california living his best life in the crystal cove area for the past couple years (upon march 2024). his got zero contact or desire to connect his family or much of his life back home, except him two exes who became close friends after and support his career and hope he one day finds love and lets himself love and be loved. he also still does music as more a hobby, not sure about releasing much more yet as he's unsure he can handle being dropped again thinking he wasn't good enough when the deal fell through.

[ will try to update as time goes on ]

[shannonfoss]

A photo shoot is a great way to celebrate o your sweet 16! (Especially since COVID won’t allow parties) take the celebration of you to the spotlight! Taken at tov studio

[siadigitalstudio]

Queen of Sixteen! 

Bhakti's Sweet Sixteen Photoshoot

[sonybees]

random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

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luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

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seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

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dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

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parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

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cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

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katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

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adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

tags: @quadrupledeckertaco @audreysmusings @georgeweasley19 @krasivayadarling @crookedhag

and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)

[nctsiren]

HYEYOUNG SHON PROFILE

name: shon hyeyoung

stage name: hyeyoung

birthday: 03.09.1998

age: 22

nationality: korean

sign: pieces

unit: nct siren

position: main dancer, visual, vocalist

height: 5’4/163cm

s/o: johnny suh

hyeyoung trained for four years, since 2017

she was accepted into sm in her first ever audition

she studied abroad in new york for a year when she was sixteen

hyeyoung is kind of shy. not in the guarded way like mila, she’s just a lil baby

she’s either looking edgy or super elegant

she auditioned for singing and had NO dancing skills or training, but she became main dancer

basically, she’s similar to taeyong was with the dancing origin story

she doesn’t have traditional korean beauty standard looks but she is the visual of the group (along with evie)

hyeyoung has been dating johnny for about a year, and they’ve disclosed their relationship with the company

they’re completely allowed to date, but they can’t be seen publicly and since she’s debuting with nct, they cannot give any clues or have any sort of romantic moments

fans will eventually ship her with jaehyun for some reason LMAO

her old social media posts were found and fans loved her right away because of how cute she was and her statements about human rights, blm, etc

woke queen (they all are tbh that’s why we love these girls)

she listens to predominantly rock and oldies, but she also has a WIDE music taste

she has jazz playing a lot

loves old movies (audrey hepburn is her everything, her fav audrey movie is funny face)

audrey singing moon river is what inspired her to become a singer. she heard it when she was little

bub is super emotional, like lily, and it’s so sweet

also, despite lily being the youngest, she is very fussy over everyone and caring- kinda the mom friend, but hyeyoung is THE mom

she is one of the unnies, after all, and she wants to make sure everyone is well cared for

she is VERY into photography and is def the photographer of the group

she and johnny r so talented we love a photography couple

she’s SUPER close with lily, mila, and evie. they’re all genuinely best friends

she’s got an older sister and she’s very clingy to her sister as well as her parents

lily is her BABY like they’re all sister and lily is the maknae of the group but their dynamic is similar to irene and yeri

she gets along very well with irene- they share similar personalities

she’s also very close with wendy!! she was super shy meeting red velvet because she Stans

AND EXO??? GIRLIE FREAKED OUT

exo is her ult group she is the leader of exo-l’s

her bias is kyungsoo :’)

please support nct’s sweet angel !!

[gifms]

                                        hi  pals  !  this  is  super  late  per  usual  because  i’m  a  #hotmess  ,  but  i  can’t  wait  to  interact  with  you  all  !  i’m  leia  (  she/her  )  &  i’ve  pretty  much  had  the  weeknd’s  new  album  on  repeat  .  i’ve  never  played  isabella  before  ,  but  she  fits  georgia’s  vibe  perfectly  !  under  the  cut  is  everything  you  need  to  know  about  my  lil’  southern  belle  .  pls  smash  that  ❤️ if  you’d  like  to  plot  --  either  on  ims  or  discord  ,  i’m  not  picky  !  

#triggers  :  drinking  /  infedelity

hey  GEORGIA  BUCHANAN  ,  welcome  to  dillon  university  .  has  anyone  ever  told  you  you’re  ISABELLA  JONE ’s  twin  ?  no  ?  well  okay  ,  i  heard  you  are  TWENTY-ONE  &  a  JUNIOR  at  the  university  .  we  hope  PHOTOGRAPHY  isn’t  kicking  your  ass  too  much  ,  especially  since  you’re  the  COACH’S DAUGHTER  .  see  you  at  the  next  game  ,  GI  & cis  female  +  she/her  .

i.         a  halo  of  blonde  tresses  framing  an  angelic  face  ,  georgia  may  buchanan  looked  like  the  doll  her  parents  wished  for  every  day  until  her  arrival  .    her  father  ,  the   current  football  coach  at  dillon  university  ,  doted  on  her  affectionately  –  daddy’s  little  girl  always  nabbing  the  top  spot  in  his  heart  .  her  mother  ,  a  former  pageant  queen  obsessed  with  the  ideal  of  skin  deep  beauty  ,  taught  her  the  isms  of  being  a  buchanan  girl  .

ii.        like  mother  like  daughter  ,  georgia  became  a  beauty  queen  –  working  her  way  through  child  pageants  to  state  until  the  age  of  sixteen  .  her  dreams  of  winning  on  the  basis  of  adoration  alone  ,  a  poison  fed  to  her  from  a  silver  spoon  .  her  mother  lived  vicariously  through  her  ,  determined  to  improve  her  past  through  georgia  ,  her  future  .  &  for  a  time  ,  charlotte  found  herself  desiring  just  that  –  the  planted  seed  of  envy  watered  whenever  a  loss  took  a  stab  at  her  ego  .

iii.          her  mother’s  unholiness  :  lust  ,  unable  to  contain  the  proper  southern  charm  that  oozed  from  her  with  every  sickly  sweet  smile  .  the  hook  up  merely  beginning  as  a  means  to  bribe  a  judge  ,  to  ensure  that  georgia  won  .  it  never  ended  ,  their  tryst  turning  into  a  full  blown  affair  –  kept  under  wraps  as  cherilyn  buchanan  found  the  one  thing  she  desired  the  most  :  to  feel  young  again  .

iv.         her  father’s  unholiness  :  pride  ,  eager  hands  unwrapping  his  wife’s  affair  like  a  present  he  never  wanted  .  the  decision  to  remain  together  born  out  of  their  love  for   georgia  ,  the  two  hiding  their  fights  behind  closed  doors  as  the  spark  between  them  fizzled  out  .  kisses  were  reserved  for  the  public  only  ,  the  marriage  merely  proven  by  a  piece  of  paper  .

v.         slowly  ,  her  life  begins  to  unravel  from  perfection  to  tatters  .  for  a  couple  years  after  ,  georgia  never  understood  why  her  father  traded  quality  time  with  her  for   coaching  .  he  always  had  an  excuse  ,  work  his  top  priority  .  her  mother  played  it  off  ,  he  was  a  busy  man  &  georgia  had  other  prospects  to  look  forward  to  –  worry  creates  frown  lines  .

vi.       one  night  ,  georgia  accidentally  stumbled  upon  the  truth  –  her  mother’s  transgressions  the  reason  for  the  sudden  change  that  occurred  between  her  &  her  father  .  it  was  too  much  for  him  ,  a  heartache  each  time  he  looked  at  her  :  the  spitting  image  of  her  mother  in  almost  every  way  .  georgia  internalized  her  resentment  ,  unable  to  change  &  envious  for  what  she  could  no  longer  have  .

vii.        after  the  revelation  ,  all  georgia  wanted  was  to  find  a  way  to  steal  her  father’s  affection  back  .  it  started  innocent  ,  dying  her  golden  locks  to  brunette  .  much  to  her  mother’s  protest  ,  georgia  quit  pageants  &  traded  in  her  new  found  free  time  for  late  night  escapades  .  when  shedding  her  babydoll  persona  for  one  more  perverse  didn’t  work  ,  georgia  tried  harder  as  she  went  from  stumbling  home  tipsy  to  being  drunk   more  often  than  sober  .

viii.        at  eighteen  ,   georgia   found   success  as  her  father  took  on  a  new  coaching  position  at  dillon  university  .  he  insisted  she  attended  as  a  means  to  keep  an  eye  on  her  ,  her  behavior  ,  as  of  late  ,  unacceptable  .  with  the  separation  from  her  mother  ,  georgia  thought  their  relationship  would  improve  --  always  showing  up  to  games  &  refusing  to  join  the  cheerleading  squad  as  a  sign  that  she  was  different  from  her  mother  .  yet  ,  vying  for  her  father’s  attention  seemed  to  be  the  new  norm  . 

ix.        the  world  blurred  ,  georgia  finding  herself  as  dependent  on  liquor  as  she  was  on  becoming  daddy’s  little  girl  again  .  it  got  old  keeping  up  with  her  charade  –  her  mother’s  isms  still  engrained  &  her  efforts  to  break  from  the  mold  futile  .  the  bottles  of  vodka  hidden  beneath  old  pageant  dresses  the  only  escape  ,  a  way  for  her  to  feel  nothing  at  all  .

i  apologize  for  that  mess  ,  but  i’ve  got  a  lil’  list  of  wanted  connections  here  to  kinda  get  the  ball  rolling  ! 

[kkaebsongtypo]

Spidermark Ep.1 : Bad Liar

(A/N: heyyyyyyyyy long time no seeeeeee SO I started this story on MAY 13th 2018. YES 2018. AND I JUST FINISHED IT. IT TOOK MORE THAN A YEAR TO GET THIS DONE but FUCK it feels so good to have it done !! there may be some differences in writing but I don't actually know- It’s currently 4:20 in the morning and i have work at 8 SO wish me luck on that ANYWAYS i hope you enjoy the first part of our series: Spidermark !!!!)

pairing: reader x spiderman!mark

genre: fluff

warnings/notes: heights, falling (I proofread this like 4 times but there will still totally be mistakes so just a lil warning

word count: 6669

You were always convinced that nothing extraordinary would ever happened in your life, most people never experience the extraordinary and you didn't see any reason why you'd be different. You never felt like you had the ability to change the world but you were thankful that others were able to. Every time you heard stories of superheroes catching criminals or saving the world you wondered how hard it was to step up and try and make the world a safer place.

You decided that there wasn't anything wrong with just wanting to enjoy life and so you did, one moment at a time. Weather you were working a late shift at your family's cafe or cramming for a test with your best friend Mark, you always tried to find a reason to enjoy it. So, you enjoyed closing the cafe with your brothers and eating a few of the leftover baked goods that didn't sell, even if Kun complained about it not being a healthy dinner. The only enjoyable thing about cramming with Mark was the Mark part, but it was worth it when you saw the excited look on his face he finally managed to help you understand what you were missing.

Of course you didn't have to try and find a bright side to everything. Sometimes exciting things would just happen naturally. Like how you finally managed to convince your new friend Jisung to join your dance group after what felt like forever. After two weeks of trying to convince him, the shy boy finally caved and agreed to come in for practice and see if he liked it.

You were excited to say the least. From what you'd seen, Jisung was insanely talented and this gave him the opportunity to get to know some more people better and make stronger friendships. It was very clear when you convinced him to join that he was nervous, so you offered to show up a bit earlier with Mark to help warm up with him before the others joined in.

That morning you woke up to the sound of your brother quietly singing and the scent of fresh blueberry muffins. Your alarm wasn’t due for another sixteen minutes but you didn't want to risk sleeping through it if you went back to bed so you managed to get up and kick on your slippers. Waddling over to your desk, you turned on your speaker and connected your phone, letting your obnoxiously energetic morning playlist try to keep you awake.

The rising sun painted the sky a gradient of pink and purple, thankfully the forecast called for a warm sunny day.

You grabbed the new pair of jean shorts Chenle convinced you to buy over the weekend and a white and purple baseball t-shirt. After getting changed, you sent a text to Mark letting him know you'd be ready in an hour and set off to steal a few muffins for breakfast.

You walked into the kitchen finding Jaehyun half asleep at the table clutching his coffee, while Kun put away the last of the dishes still singing quietly to himself. “Good Morning.” You greet your brothers tiredly.

Kun shot a smile in your direction, “Morning (y/n), there's muffins and coffee on the counter if you're hungry.” he gestured to the tray of muffins as he placed another plate in the cupboard.

“Sweet,” you crossed the room and grabbed a muffin peeling the wrapper. “Do we have any orange juice left?” you asked before taking a bite

“Uhhhh I think s-” Kun began before being cut off by Jaehyun.

“Ran out last night, sorry kid.” Jaehyun grumbled before downing the rest of his coffee.

You shrugged and grabbed a Tupperware container. “All good, I’ll just grab some on my way home.”

“I'll just add it to the list, I'm going grocery shopping tonight anyways.” Kun suggested as he put the last plate in the cupboard.

“Alrighty,” you put two muffins in the container, sealing it and placing it on the counter. “I'm gonna bring some muffins to mark and tens.”

Jae rolled his eyes at the mention of Mark, “He's my best friend. Get over it.” you narrowed your eyes at your brother before making your way out of the kitchen. You made sure to mess up Jaes hair as you passed by him. He groaned and swatted at your hand.

“Alright, have fun at photography club.” Kun said as he grabbed you lunch off the counter and handed it to you.

“I will, love you guys!! Bye!!” you yelled as you rushed back to your room.

You slipped your homework from the night before into your backpack and stomped twice, warning Mark that you'd be down in a few minutes. You smiled to yourself as you slipped on your thin knee high socks. It was warm out today but thankfully the rest of your outfit would accommodate the weather.

After zipping you backpack closed and slipping on your shoes, you shouted a quick goodbye to your older brothers and climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. You rushed down the creaky metal stairs and eagerly pulled Mark’s window open.

You sighed when you noticed your best friend sound asleep in bed. Mark had a tendency to over work himself, he was a star student in most subjects and you were often a little perplexed by how well he managed to excel academically while also being an important member of both the dance team, choir, and a science tutor on the side. On top of all that he had the Nakamoto internship that he refused to talk about. You worried about him more often now than before, you noticed him drawing back socially. After he got the internship, he had been spending more time away from you and your other friends, he even quit band.

Mark may have been your best friend, but he was hiding a big secret from you. Mark didn't have an internship with Nakamoto enterprises, that was just a cover up. Although Mark Lee did in a way work for the multi millionaire playboy Nakamoto Yuta, he wasn't an intern. Mark was Queen's very own masked vigilante, the one and only Spider-Man.

Although your heart hurt a bit when he skipped movie night or forgot about plans for reasons unknown to you, you still supported him. You grew up in a tough love family though. While your eldest brother Kun was always warm and supportive, Jaehyun was a bit tougher. The two basically raised you differently at the same time, so you were conflicted with how to express support sometimes. After climbing into his room you smiled softly at the sound of his uncle singing in the kitchen, before proceeding to wake Mark up by throwing a sneaker at him.

“RISE AND SHINE BUBS, UP AND AT EM!” you shouted happily.

Mark groaned and pulled his blankets over his head.

“Why can’t you be nicer?” He grumbled tiredly.

“Oh sorry,” you began softly before tossing your other shoe at him, “We’re losing daylight dork come on!”

He groaned again in response, you rolled your eyes and yanked back his blankets revealing your half naked best friend. He shrieked and grabbed back his blankets covering his bare chest.

“What the hell y/n!” He shouted in distress. Although he was tired he seemed to wake up pretty fast once he saw that he left a bottle of web fluid in his open closet.

You suppressed a giggle and apologized, turning around to face the door as he got changed. Mark rushed around his room slipping the bottle he forgot to hide into his close hamper.

“Can you toss me my shoes sleeping beauty?” You asked Mark sweetly.

“Only if you promise not to throw them at me.” He replied with a yawn.

You laughed “I, y/n the coolest best friend in the world, promise that I will not throw my shoe at my best friend Mark Lee…”

Mark shrugged and tossed you your shoes, satisfied with your answer.

“...for now.” An evil grin appeared on your lip before a loud scream rang through the apartment, causing you to fling open the bedroom door, giving Mark no time to cover himself up. You giggled quietly at the sight of Mark’s uncle Ten waving a charred piece of toast around with a pair of tongs in a panic. He stopped screaming once he tossed the toast in to the sink.

Mark squeaked, quickly pushing you out in a panic and slamming his door shut before getting changed in record time. Ten look over at you and smiled.

“Oh hey y/n!”

Ten was a great guy, he was young but he still did his best to raise Mark, even after his husband died.

“Goooooood morning uncle Ten!” You greeted happily.

“Sunshine, I already told you, just call me Ten. Saying uncle makes me sound old.” He chuckled softly with a playful roll of his eyes.

Mark soon emerged from his room dressed in a grey t-shirt and black jeans.

“Sorry bud, looks like your having Poptarts for breakfast.”

Mark smiled at his uncle. “That’s okay-”

“OH WAIT!” You announced loudly, “Kun made too many muffins this morning! I’ll go grab em’!” Mark watched as you rushed out of the room, not looking away until you disappeared back out of his window.

Ten gave Mark a light smack on the back of his head.

“You could at least try being less obvious,” An embarrassed blush grazed Marks cheeks at his uncle's comment. He rubbed the back of his head as an awkward smile appeared on his lips. “Or you could tell her how you feel.” Mark choked slightly, his eyes widening at the thought of telling you how he feels.

“It's not that simple.” He muttered.

Before Ten could respond, you were climbing back through the window. After closing Marks window, you hurried back to the kitchen.

“I got the muffins! We've got twelve minutes to catch our train!” You announced as you handed a container to Mark. You handed Ten a container too before grabbing Mark’s hand and dragging him out the door. Ten laughed as he saw the blood that rushed to Mark's cheeks before he shut the door.

Mark couldn't help but notice how good you looked today as you walked down the street. Joining dance had definitely made you more confident over time; you wouldn't be caught dead showing that much thigh months ago, but now you were, and you looked amazing. Mark always thought you looked great of course, but he still silently thanked god for the warm weather. The train ride went smoothly, you spent the majority of it talking about your plans to work on your photography portfolio that evening on the roof of a building down the street from the apartment.

The walk from the train station to your school was about 10 minutes, so you and Mark spent the peaceful walk talking about upcoming plans for the dance group. With Jisung being new and you being one of the only people he’s talked to, you wanted to make his entrance to the group as easy and smooth as possible. You and Mark met up with him at the practice room doors when you got to school.

"Hey Blondie!" You greeted him with excitement evident in your voice. He jumped slightly as you hopped onto his back. Immediately wrapping your arms around him, causing the tall boy to laugh nervously as he caught you by your lower thigh.

“Hey shorty.” he retorted with less confidence than usual. Normally that would be a little off putting for you, but you knew he was just scared of making a fool of himself.

“Don't be nervous! We’re extra early so we can practice a bit before everyone else gets here.” You began, as you hopped off his back and pulled your key out of your bag, unlocking the door.

“Let’s do a quick stretch and then we can start. Did you try any of the dances I sent you on Friday?” Jisung nodded as he placed his bag in the corner.

“I got some parts memorized, but I’m still working at them.” He replied, meeting you and Mark in the middle of the room. While you all began to stretch Mark still struggled to keep his eyes off you, he felt kinda creepy but he did his best to not stare. You were so excited to have Jisung with you for dance that you didn't notice Marks stolen glances. You just continued to explain how practice usually went and what to expect when the other boys got there.

Your ‘team’ kind of took over this dance studio after the school built a new, larger one the previous summer. You never had a problem with booking it, actually the dance teacher Mr kim just kind of let your group have control of it since nobody but you wanted to use the old studio. You guys had a whiteboard where you kept important dates, competitions and what not. As well as what you would be focusing on that week and space for notes anyone wanted to leave.

Jealousy - MONSTA X Black Suit - SUPER JUNIOR The Eve - EXO Boss - NCT Silver Spoon - BTS Fantasy - VIXX Lucky One - EXO Boom Boom - SEVENTEEN War of Hormone - BTS Electric Kiss - EXO

Mark watched you update the names written in colorful dry erase markers, your handwriting so straight. Feeling eyes on him, Mark looked back finding Jisung snickering quietly at how obvious he was being. Mark blushed in embarrassment, thankfully you walked across the room and plugged the auxiliary cord that connected to the speakers. You began going over the basics, Mark was a bit stunned to learn that jisung was as good as you said. The kid was new to the school but he most certainly wasn't new to dance. Surprisingly to Mark he wasn't bothered about your new friend being a good dancer, neither of you seemed too interested in anything more than dance. There was no stolen glances between the two of you, just platonic complements and tips. Mark soon joined in, the three of you had about 40 minutes in total before anyone else showed up.

Jeno and Jaemin were the first to show up after you. Even though they already knew Jisung from some classes they shared, they welcomed him into the group with open arms.

Renjun appeared silently sometime between Hyuck and Chenle. Renjun was kind of odd but everyone liked him, even though he had a habit of being a bit blunt at times. Hyuck made his grand entrance as always, flinging a shittly one liner Marks way along with a wink in your direction that had you fighting back the intense urge to start a fight. When Chenle walked in, he noticed the new edition to your team and immediately dragged you into the hall where he then interrogated you about how you managed to recruit ‘ThE gORgEoUs bOy’ from his art class. After you satisfied his need for information on Jisung, you returned to practice just in time for a few more songs.

The rest of practice went by quite quickly. By the end, Jisung had already opened up more to everyone, which made you very happy. After locking up the studio, you linked your arm with Marks, bid the other boys farewell, and started off to your first class.

The school day went by in a flash and soon it was nearing the end of last period. Mark was doing some science tutoring after school so you made plans to pop over to the nearby bubble tea cafe with Jisung. The walk down the street was occupied by simple school talk: classes, homework, teachers and such. Once you got your drinks, the two of you sat down at a table in the corner. You noticed how nervous Jisung looked; fiddling with his straw, his head down as you talked about the new music you got in choir.

“Hey, what’s on your mind bubs?” He looked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes wide, and a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. He seemed hesitant to speak up, so you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Um, I was just kind of wondering if I could maybe um, getchenlesnumberfromyou.” You giggled after Jisung rushed the ending, as if he was secretly hoping you wouldn’t catch it. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter as you asked your new friend why. With a sigh, he admitted that he thinks Chenle is ‘kind of cute’ and ‘he would really like to get to know him more.’ and because you already knew how Chenle felt about Jisung, you agreed right away.

“Ohoho my lil jisung has a cruuuuuussshhhh” Jisung rolled his eyes at your teasing and excited giggles as you entered Chenle’s contact into his phone. A scoff left his lips before a smile spread across his face.

“So, what’s up with you and Mark?” Your face contorted with confusion to jisungs question, asking him what he meant.

“I mean like, you two seem super close, as well as all the hanging off each other and not to mention the pet names-” you cut Jisung off at that one.

“What do you mean pet names? I literally just called you bubs 10 minutes ago” You laughed at his little accusations and sipped your drink once more.

Jisung shrugged, “Hm, yeah sure but- is there really nothing there between you two?” Your eyes widened in response.

“What? No! We’ve been best friends since preschool!! We just grew up together, of course we’re close.” Jisung could see the pink tint of your cheeks turning red, and he could hear the slight uncertainty in your voice and see it in your eyes as you finish your sentence. To your luck though, he opted to let it go.

The conversation continued to flow naturally for another hour or so. You talked about anything and everything, ranging from your favourite movies to your most vivid childhood memories. Lucky for you, Jisung didn’t go back to the you and Mark thing for the rest of the little bubble tea date. You two wrapped up around 5 and headed to the train station, where you shared and hug before going opposite ways.

“Hey Kun, I’m going to head out and take some photos. I’ll be back around 9:30 the latest?” After getting a nod of approval from your brother, you placed your plate in the sink and hurried into your room to grab your camera. Slipping on your shoes, you headed for the door.

Kun followed you and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Have fun, but be careful, okay? See you later, get home safe.” Patting your brother’s hand, you nodded and set off.

It was 7:30 and the sun was beginning to set. You ran up the stairs of the tall building towards the rooftop. When you pushed open the door to the roof, you were greeted by a soft breeze and the pinks, yellows, and oranges, of the changing sky. No matter how many sunsets and sunrises you’ve seen, each one of them left you astonished. The colourful sky illuminated the city so beautifully. It was breathtaking. The tall buildings cast shadows down the side streets, leaving sharp silhouettes on all the surfaces they touched. The city looked beautiful.

You looked beautiful too, at least that’s what Mark thought. He was hiding behind a large pole on the building directly across from the one you were on. Like the streets, the bright colours from the sky danced on your skin, the angle casting soft shadows on your face. Mark was out being the friendly neighborhood Spider Man he is before finding himself hiding on a roof, admiring his best friend. He felt like it was slightly creepy for a while; hiding behind a pole in full suit, watching someone take pictures. He ignored those thoughts though, he was too in love with the sight before him to care all that much. You were too focused on what you were doing, you didn’t see the bright red guy discreetly climb the building across the street.

The shots you took were becoming a little too similar, so you decided to take some from where you never took them before. Walking onto the edge of the building, you looked through your lens over the edge. The picture turned out really nice, so you decided to take more there. The wind was picking up and getting pretty strong, but being preoccupied and driven by desire, you didn’t think of the possible risks of standing on the narrow ledge.

Mark froze with fear coursing through his veins for a split second before swinging on his web towards your falling figure. One strong gust of wind caused you to lose your balance and stumble off the edge of the building. You closed your eyes as fear consumed you when your foot slipped off the building.

“HOLY FUCK OH GOD ARE YOU OKAY?!?!” When you opened your eyes, you were back on top of the building. A strong pair of arms were wrapped around your waist, and were face to face -well- face to chest with an overwhelming amount of red. It took you a second to realize that you were being hugged. Pulling back, you looked up and saw no one other than spiderman, but what you couldn’t get past was the voice.

“MARK!? WHAT THE HELL??” You pulled back from who you have concluded is your best friend, and looked at him with confusion.

Mark panicked, he quickly put on his best fake voice to mask his identity, “What! Uh- No! I’m Spidermar- Spiderman!”

You rolled your eyes at Marks lame attempt to mask his identity. That fake voice was the worst thing you’ve ever heard. “Oh my god. Okay so, you’re not Mark?” You were tired of your best friends bullshit, so you pulled out your phone to call him. Again, Mark panicked. If you haven’t noticed by now, panicked Mark is a mess. In his messy panicked state, he grabbed your phone and squeaked as he threw it off the roof.

“OKAY. UHM-” You groaned in annoyance when he, once again, squeaked and shot a web to get your phone back before it hit the pavement below. At that point, you had no doubt that this was your best friend.

“Seriously, Mark. I know what your voice sounds like, I know how it feels to be hugged by you, you literally hugged me earlier today. We’ve been best friends for years. Mark, I know you.” Mark’s heart melted at your last words.

You rolled your eyes, “Now stop being an idiot and take off that mask.” You heard Mark sigh before slipping the mask off and handing you your phone. You slid your phone back into your pocket before looking up to see Mark looking down with a faint blush spread across his cheeks. His hands were locked in front of him, toying with the edge of his mask a little bit. He was embarrassed. You rolled your eyes again a let out a breathy laugh.

Mark looked up slightly at the sound of your laugh, “Why are you- I- I’m sorry” His gaze was cast down again, but he spared you a few short glances. He just saved his best friend from dying, he then threw her phone off the roof, she looked so beautiful with that sunlight on her face.

“It’s okay Mark, I don’t know why you’re apologizing but it’s fine. You just saved my life and you’re my best friend, don’t worry.” Even though Mark could lift a car by himself and fight tons of criminals, sometimes you made him so nervous that he struggled to stand up straight.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Mark’s eyes reflected the sunset and that made you decided against it.

“Ah actually, I think I’m going to take some more photos. You should head back though, I’ll come by later.” You smiled back at Mark softly before glancing at the sunset. The sky was getting darker by the minute; the pinks, yellows, and oranges blending seamlessly into purples, and a deep blue. Marks smile fell slightly as he spoke.

“Are you sure? It’s starting to get dark..” your fingertips grazed Marks forearm as you nodded with reassurance. Mark noticed how your fingertips lingered on his arm for a little longer than normal. Stop overthinking this. He gulped and nodded before slipping his mask over his face. With one last glance at you, he hopped off the roof and weaved his way around the tall buildings.

A soft sigh left your lips as a chilling wind grazed your body. The sky was almost completely darkened, only a thin strip of peach left along the skyline. The little light that remained from the sunset was slowly being replaced by the soft moonlight. When you pulled your phone out of your pocket, it read 8:47. With the sun beginning to set earlier, the streetlights began illuminating the pavement below. After taking one last look at the stars appearing above you and a few more shots of the skyline and streetlights, you headed towards the door and made your way home.

“Hey! How’d it go? The photos?” Your eldest brothers voice echoed from the kitchen as you shut and locked the door behind you.

“Oh yeah, most of them turned out really nice. You can see all of the cool shapes and shadows the buildings create from up there.” Making your way into the kitchen, a small tired smile adorning your face, you sighed gently at the sight of your brother cleaning. A few stacks of clean dishes sat next to the sink, already dry. Knowing he would only move onto putting those away after, you walked over to where he was.

“That’s great! I’m glad you had a go-” Kun was cut off by your hand suddenly resting over his own that held the cloth to the counter. He glanced over at you, confusion evident on his features.

“Kun, go sit down. I’ll finish up here.” You offered him a gentle smile as he sighed in defeat. With Jaehyun taking the final, later shift at the cafe alone more recently due to his uni classes during the day, Kun had always been cleaning thing the house late. You knew he had a long day working alone at the cafe, so this was the least you could do. Besides, cleaning the kitchen offered an opportunity to think about the previous events of the evening.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take me long, then I’ll go do my homework.” You brother gently pulled you into a hug, a grateful smile forming at his lips.

“Okay, but don’t stay up too late.” You nodded in response to your brother before he took one last look at the kitchen, but made his way to the living soon after.

It didn’t take long for your mind to be plagued with thoughts and questions about what had exactly happened less than an hour before. You almost died. Your best friend saved your life. Your best friend was spiderman. So many questions were running through your mind; how did you never notice? How was he able to keep this from you? How could he have kept this from you? Did anyone else know?? And if so, why didn’t he tell you? How did you really feel about this? How did Mark save you in time? Where was he before that? Where was he now? Was he safe? There were plenty of other things clouding your brain other than a million questions. It was almost as though your brain was replaying what had happened moment by moment as if trying to analyze and decipher it all. The cool breeze on your skin as you held the camera up to your eye. The shadows of the buildings. The moment you lost your footing, eyes shut tight, preparing for your inevitable fate. The moment you opened your eyes to find you were back on top of the building. The moment you realize your best friend the spiderman.

It was more than just that. You began involuntarily over analyzing his movements, and your own. How his grip tightened and remained on your waist for what might have been a second too long. The blush that spread across his cheeks when he took off his mask. How red the tips of his ears were soon after. How nervous he sounded when he spoke to you. How lovely he looked with the orange sunlight that painted his skin. The way his smile faltered when you declined his offer to walk you home. The way the sun defined his lips. How he gulped when your fingertips lingered on his arm. How your heart fluttered at the thought of hi-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you reached for another dish and were met with thin air. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t realized you were done cleaning. It was now 9:26, and with all of these things floating around in your head, you knew you 1. wouldn’t be able to focus on your homework and 2. you needed to talk to Ten.

Knowing that neither of your brothers would want you out and about at this hour alone, you left your homework open on your desk with your door shut and the lights on. Peaking out into the hall towards the living room, you saw a movie on the television and your brother laying on the sofa, his chest softly rising and falling as he got some well deserved rest. You silently cheered at the sight. Your brother was overworked, and now there was almost no risk of him checking on you within the next hour and not finding you in your room.

You carefully stepped out of your window and quietly hurried to the apartment below. You expected to see Mark when you reached his bedroom window but instead you were met with a dark, empty room. A gentle breath of relief left your lips as you opened up the window and slipped through. You shot Ten a quick text, letting him know you were coming over just so he wouldn’t freak out and hit you with a frying pan after you just snuck in through his nephews window, and once you got a thumbs up emoji sent back you walked out of marks room.

“Hey uncle Ten” Your voice sounded tired yet cheerful as you greeted the older male.

Ten jumped and pressed a hand to his chest as he turned around to face you “JEEZ LOUISE. y/n i thought you were coming through the front- wait did you text me from Marks room??” you giggled lightly at Ten’s reaction before walking over and plopping down into the love seat, your feet hanging over one of the armrests. Ten walked back over and took a seat on the sofa in front of you.

“What can I do for you, my dear?” You stared at him for a moment before leaning your head back with a soft whine. Ten looked at you with a curious express when he noticed the blush that now painted your cheeks.

“I just- oh I don’t know. I think just- feelings??? I guess??” The truth was that you just didn’t know where to start with this. Ten raised his eyebrows at you.

You were smart enough to assume Ten didn’t know Mark was spiderman. He would totally freak if he knew how close Mark came to dying almost everyday, so you didn’t mention anything along those lines at all. This conversation was to sort out your feelings with the other person that knew Mark as well as you did.

“Feelings? About what? Or for whom, maybe?” a cheeky smile found its way onto his lips and in that moment, you knew he knew what you were talking about.

“I think just, feelings for Mark?? I really don’t know what happened but I was just hyper aware of everything today and now I just can’t stop thinking about him. Just everything about him. The way that one piece of hair falls over his forehead, or the way his nose scrunches up when he laughs too hard, how his eyes almost always have that little sparkle in them-” you didn’t notice the smile on your face as you spoke until Ten pointed it out.

“My goodness honey, seeing that smile on your face I don’t know who’s more whipped for who, you or him.” Ten chuckled before taking a sip of his tea. Your eyes widened as you processed his words. ‘I don’t know who’s more whipped for who, you or him.’

“Wait- what did you just say?” you didn’t know if you heard him right.

Ten just smiled at you once more, curling his legs up onto the sofa. “Sweetheart, I don’t know if you seriously didn’t notice but Mark is head over heels for you. Oh! But you didn’t hear that from me” Ten shot you a quick wink after the final words past his lips. Your lips parted in awe at this new information.

“Are- are you serious?” you could still barely process what you were being told.

Ten tilted his head to the side. “Trust me, I would never, ever lie to you hun; and I sure as hell would never lie about something like this.”

You smiled softly before diving into conversation with him, asking all the questions that came to mind. Ten answered them all eagerly, enjoying how you were not afraid or nervous to talk about this with him, It was a nice break for him from Mark, who would always get awkward and shy at the mere mention of his feelings for you. Whereas for you, it was nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff, because Lord knows how your brothers would handle it.

Taking notice of the time, you realized that Jaehyun would be home soon, waking Kun in the process who would then pop in to say goodnight to you. “Oh shoot, I better get back upstairs. Jae will be home soon and if I’m not there when he checks up on me, he will freak. Thank you for everything tonight, it really means a lot.” You stood up and stretched your arms before Ten enveloped you in a tight hug.

“Alright dear, thank you for stopping by. Come by anytime you want to talk about these kinds of things, okay? I’ve always got your back.” he smiled at you as you pulled away from the hug, sending him a sweet smile back before making your way back to Marks window.

“Sweetie why don’t you just take the front door?” you turned around, briefly walking backwards as you responded.

“I’m currently in my room doing homework, and Kun’s asleep on the sofa right now. I can’t risk waking him up like that.” Ten nodded and waved you off as you walked into Marks room. You drew back the curtains only to be startled by Mark hanging upside down outside his window. You rolled your eyes at him.

“What are you doing out here like that?” The boy in front of you pulled his mask off his head, hair a mess, still hanging upside down. You felt your heart grow warm at the sight.

“Well I just got here and I heard you talking to Ten about not taking the front door so I knew you’d come this way- oh the upside down thing; um its just kind of fun.” you giggled and shook your head at him.

“Why are you so cute?” That was meant to stay in your head but instead it came out a whisper. Both your and Marks eyes widened at your comment. It was quiet for a moment, a slight tension hanging in the air, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from flickering between his and his lips. You noticed him doing the same. In an attempt to cut the tension, you spoke again.

“Um, thank you again for not letting me fall to my death earlier.” you chuckled nervously, trying to move past your previous question. Mark smiled gently, “Well yknow, I was just uh in the neighborhood, and- got there are the right time, I suppose.”

You giggled, “Oh yeah, sur-” your sentence was cut short by Mark lips pressing against yours, his gloved hand resting on the side of your face. Soon, your hands found their way to Mark’s cheeks as well, as your lips moved together softly.

The kiss was not too long, but not too short. Probably a very good length for a first kiss. When you two pulled apart, you were still in slight shock. Where Mark’s boost of confidence came from? He doesn’t even know himself, but he sure was glad it happened.

“Wow..” Mark’s voice was just a whisper when he spoke. You smiled and nodded, whispering a quiet ‘yeah’ in response. This moment was almost magical, almost perfect. That’s when the web snapped, sending Mark head first onto the metal fire escape with a loud bang.

“What was that?! y/n are you okay?” Ten’s voice was slightly muffled on the other side of Marks door. You panicked before responding.

“Oh!! Yeah, I’m okay!! I just- tripped on my way out the window!! I’ll be going now for real though! Goodnight! See you tomorrow!” You shouted back, silently praying he wouldn’t walk into the room to see you still there. After hearing Ten reply with a goodnight back, you hopped out the window and took Marks head in your hands, his eyes squeezed shut as he quietly groaned in pain.

“Holy fuck Mark, are you okay?? Jeez.” trying to suppress a giggle, you stroked his hair gently.

“Yeah, I’m good, just a little bu-” Mark was cut off by a shout from your bedroom one level up.

“Y/N WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” you winced at the sound of Jaehyun’s yelling before yelling back.

“I’m coming back up!! I just had to help Ten with his, uh, cAN OPENER.” Confusion washed over your own features at your excuse before you turned your attention back to Mark, who now had his head resting on your lap. You smiled down at him, the warm feeling coming back to your heart when he looked up at you.

“Okay, I gotta go. Put some ice on your head please, and get to sleep. I’ll come by in the morning to see how you’re doing.” You helped Mark stand up before turning to hurry up the stairs, only to be stopped by Mark pulling you back towards him. He wrapped his arms around you when you bumped into his chest, and you did the same. Closing your eyes and taking in the familiar, sweet scent. A blush dusted across your features as he pressed his lips to your forehead before letting you go. You looked down to hide your face before standing on your toes to give Mark a final kiss on the cheek, saying goodnight, and scurrying up the stairs.

You said goodnight to you brothers, giving them both tight hugs before shutting down for the night yourself. You thought expressing your love to your brothers was important, especially after almost dying earlier in the day, but they didn’t have to know about that yet.That night, you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. The feelings of Mark’s lips still lingered on your own and on your forehead, his smile still very vivid in your mind.

You may not have been completely sure of where you now stood with your best friend, but you were looking forward to where this adventure would take you two.

[julie-spencer]

PIZZA PLANET ✖︎ Jarlie

WHO: Julie Spencer & Jared Abrams

WHEN: April 4th, 2019

WHERE: New York, New York

SUMMARY: Jared and Julie want to show the other the best pizza in the world -- too bad they had the same place in mind.

JULIE

Today was going to be a sweet, sweet victory for Julie. She was a connoisseur of pizza, so she knew she had the bet in the bag. There was absolutely no way Jared was going to win. Well, he couldn't win -- she was really counting on getting free pizza for a year from him. It didn't take too long for her to get ready. After having a late night, she just threw her hair up into the tiniest pony tail and opted for the comfiest of outfits: t-shirt, oversized sweater, and leggings. She grabbed her phone and purse before heading off the bus. "Good afternoon, loser!" She laughed. "I'm sorry that was mean, but I'm gonna win, so I figured I'd get the garbage talk out of the way. So, my pizza place is located on 5th. How far away is yours?"

JARED

While Jared as energized by the bet, he was honestly just alive by being home. The city had shaped him, his artist style and career; and now he could cap that off by visiting his favorite pizza place. Even if he lost the bet, he had to at least be appreciative that he got to share part of his life with someone else. He was leaned against the bus, black jeans, his Vans and an oversized t-shirt and flannel, his camera bag slung over his shoulder. He glanced up as he heard the door open, smiling brightly as he shook his head. “Keep talking, Jules, it’s only gonna hurt more when you lose,” he teased, recalling her words from the day before. “Ah, mines actually on 5th too, so that’s good, not too far of a walk from mine to yours.”

JULIE

Julie furrowed a brow when he mentioned that his pizza place was also on fifth. She couldn't remember just how many pizza places were there, so surely it was a coincidence. "Oh, I'm extremely confident that I've got this in the bag, Jar." She smirked, beginning to walk in the direction of fifth. "So, where did you live around here? I grew up in East Village in the tiniest apartment. Took ballet lessons actually in that studio around the corner." She pointed towards it, a small smile creeping on her face. The only thing about being home to make her smile.

JARED

Jared grinned at her with a small laugh as he started walking with her. He glanced up as she pointed towards it, his own smile softening. “Ah, so that’s where the magic happened then? And now look at you, choreographing for something like this,” he grinned before shrugging softly. “My family had a small colonial in Queens, though honestly, as I grew up more I didn’t spend a lot of time there. I made friends from school who lived all over the city. It felt like I rotated houses each night. I didn’t mind it though, new sleepover every night,” he grinned.

JULIE

"Well, I don't know if it was magic, but it was certainly something." Julie chuckled, looking down at her feet as they walked. "My parents actually didn't want me to do any of this. They funded the ballet dream of mine until I turned sixteen and then decided that I needed to focus on school and getting a real career." She murmured, glancing back up at him and squinting from the sun hitting her eyes. "So, naturally, I went behind their backs, got a job and told them I was saving up for school, but really I was just continuing my lessons." She laughed, looking straight ahead again. "They were so mad when they found out, but it was whatever. I didn't want what they wanted." It was crazy to Julie how being back in New York could make her open up like this. It was like every memory came flooding back. "Now, that sounds like a dream." She chuckled. "I would have loved to just not know where I'd be sleeping every night. It's an adventure in itself. But how did you get into photography? I'm genuinely curious."

JARED

Jared raised an eyebrow as Julie opened up to him, not having exactly expected it, but settling into it all the same. He nodded slightly, sighing. “I think it’s great that you went for it anyway. You’re really talented, it would’ve been a wasted if they had won out. It’s something I went through my parents too. But, you know, if you have a passion for something, you can’t let it get stifled.” He sighed softly, bring a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “Granted, they never really seemed to actually care what I did instead, they just didn’t want me to pursue photography as something serious, as a way to make a living. So, naturally, I decided to pursue photography,” he chuckled, glancing down at his feet. “I, uh. When I was about five, my parents got me a little toy camera for my birthday, and I fell in love with it. Over the years, all I wanted was new cameras, picture books, books on photography, like I went full nerd. It was supposed to just be a hobby, but it kind of became who I was. My, um,” he paused for a moment he looking back up, glancing around them. “My brother and my mom were in a pretty serious car accident when I was about 12. They both lived but he became paralyzed from the waist down and the focus shifted in my family to that. Which is fine, I’m not trying to sound bitter about that at all, I’m glad he’s okay, and I love him and my family,” he rushed out, as he looked at him. “But it left me on my own a bit. So I started seeing what I could actually do with photography. And I was fearless, I’d do what I could for a shot, and started posting them online. And when I was about 17, I got a call from The Times asking to use my pictures. And the rest is history.” He blinked slightly, laughing softly. “Sorry, that was a ramble and a half.”

JULIE

"Yeah, I'm really glad I went for it, too. I just kind of wish my parents were even remotely proud of what I've accomplished, you know? I haven't heard from them in so long that I'm just nervous I'm gonna run into them or something while we're here." Hearing Jared speak, it made Julie have so much more appreciation for him. She could tell that it wasn't the easiest to talk about, so she placed a hand on his back and patted him softly. "Well, if it counts for anything, I'm really glad you stuck with photography and I'm so sorry you and your family went through such a difficult time." She paused, offering him a smile. "And I think despite that hardship, it only made you more in touch with your work and it really shows. Your photography is...incredible. I was so hesitant about doing that photoshoot with you, but you honestly made it so much fun and, let's be honest, you made me look smokin' hot." She laughed, hopefully lightening the mood. "So thank God The Times took a chance on you because your talent deserves to be seen." As the walk continued, fifth avenue slowly came more into view despite the hoards of people driving and walking the sidewalks. Julie stood up on her tip toes for a moment trying to see if she could get spot the pizza place. "Aha! I see the best pizza place to ever exist already. Prepare to lose."

JARED

Jared nodded again, breathing out through his nose. “I know, and I feel that. And maybe some day they’ll be able to come around and see what you’ve been able to do. In the meantime, just remember who you’re doing it for. And if you run into them and it doesn’t go well, you have me, Cheetos, and a few dozen playlists to lean on to bring you back up. And Cooper and Fortnite, I’m sure,” he chuckled. He nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It was hard at the time, but Artie’s a super star. Really talented, incredibly smart. He’s come out for the better. But yeah, photography is my home. And I’m glad you let me shoot you, it was definitely fun, and of course, you’re stunning. 10/10, would recommend,” he grinned, letting an arm fall loosely over her shoulder as they walked. It felt good to be able to open up to someone else, especially Julie who he felt a certain fondness for. She was becoming some of a little sister to him and he was grateful for her. Jared glanced up, his eyes landing on his own pizza place, his eyes narrowing slightly as he started smirking. “And I see mine...out of curiosity, which is yours?”(edited)

JULIE

Jared was right — if they did, they did and, if not, then she had people who cared about her. It wasn’t something she was used to since she was always the one taking care of others, so it felt really nice. “You’re right. I’ve got you and I’ve got Cooper and a whole bunch of other people on this tour.” She smiled up at him, leaning into him when he placed his arm around her. “Speaking of Cheetos...do you think a Cheetos pizza exists?” A slight blush flooded her cheeks when he complimented her. “Aw, shucks! You’re not half bad yourself, you know.” She grinned. “You know though...who takes the photographers picture?!” It was kind of a joke, but she wondered if he ever had pictures taken of him instead it being the other way around. “I’m scared to say which one’s mine, but...” Julie pointed towards the one that was straight ahead smack dab in the center. “...that one.”

JARED

“Exactly, your own little your family,” he said, smiling warmly down at her before pausing to think for a moment. “I have absolutely no idea but we should work on making one because that sounds amazing.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “You’re gonna give me a big head, Jules, watch yourself,” he joked, playing off the compliment. He was never one to see himself like that. He shrugged thoughtfully. “Other photographers, I guess. Or if they’re skill enough, themselves. Self timers are beautiful.” Jared followed her finger, his grin splitting on his face as he laughed. “Wow. Okay, so what happens if we both win?”

JULIE

Julie seconded that statement. “Yes, absolutely let’s make it a thing. We can quit the tour and become famous pizza makers!” She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m only slightly kidding but we should snag ingredients and make it in the hotel room kitchen.” At the mention of getting a big head, she laughed. “You mean I’m not on this tour to stroke people’s egos?! I’m in shock.” She grinned, but furrowed her brow when he asked what happened if they both won. “What do you- OH!” Her eyes went wide and she looked at Jared, then the pizza place, and then back at Jared. “You’re kidding me right?!” She couldn’t help lose it with laughter. “Oh my God, really though?! We have great taste I guess.”

JARED

Jared grinned as he nodded. “Oh hell yeah, I’m down for that. It’ll be awful because I only just know how to cook, but it’ll be fun and I wanna see what happens.” Jared laughed with her, dropping his hand to his stomach as he twisted on his heels slightly. “I can not believe that we’ve been talking this much trash to each other over the same place.”

JULIE

Julie continued to chuckle as they got closer to the pizza place. "Don't you worry. I'm a cooking and baking pro, so you're in good hands." She smiled, walking into the pizza place. "But since we apparently we’re both right and wrong, looks like we owe each other pizza for a whole year."

JARED

Jared chuckled, following her across the street as he nodded, bouncing on his feet as he put his hands together. “Bless you, truly,” he grinned as he followed her in, holding the door open for her. “Or, compromise, we just take turns paying for the pizza while we’re on tour?” “Jared!” He looked up as he heard his name, grinning as he saw one of the restaurant owners. “It’s been too long, son!” He laughed softly and nodded. “Hey Ernie, how ya been?”

JULIE

"Deal. We take turns." Julie nodded in agreement, glancing around the pizza place for a moment. Nothing had truly changed. "Oh my gosh! Ernie!" She exclaimed with a smile. "Oh, yeah, you know. Still kickin'!" Ernie laughed, shaking his head. "How about you? Whatcha up to these days? Still taking them pictures for The Times?" The older man had caught up in conversation with Jared before noticing Julie walking up to join them. He squinted at Julie for a moment before realizing who she was. "Oh, my! Julie Spencer! You two know each other? My, my what a small world we live in! What brings you two to New York?" Julie chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, you know -- pizza." She smiled softly. "No, but we're actually on a tour right now! I'm choreographing and Jared here's taking all the amazing pictures."

JARED

Jared grinned as Ernie recognized Julie, going to grab a booth at the side and setting his camera bag down their to claim it. He let Julie explain the tour, nodding along as he went to go stand next to her again. "Yep! Just touring with a bunch of superstars, no big deal," he grinned. "Though, yeah, The Times still ask for a shot or two every now and then, but it makes it hard, not being in the city as much. I'm happy where I'm at though. But! You see, Jules and I," he said, leaning against his friend with his arm around her shoulders. "Had a bet that our favorite pizza places were better than the other's. And then, come to find out, we shared the same place; you, Ernie! Can you believe it?" Ernie just laughed, shaking his head. "Well, with as often as the both of you were in here, it's honestly a wonder you're only just now meeting. Now, what'll it be, you two? You're usuals?" Jared laughed, nodding as he dropped his arm from the other's shoulders. "Yes please. It's been too long."

JULIE

Julie was absolutely famished and the continued talk of pizza made her even more hungry. She nodded when Ernie asked if they wanted their usuals. Her mouth was already watering thinking of their special BLT pizza. "You know me too well, Ernie. I've been thinking about your BLT pizza all day." she chuckled, sliding into the booth that Jared had picked out. "Yeah, it's crazy how we never met before the tour! I was in here every weekend almost." She smiled at Jared, resting her arms on the table. "Well, hopefully  my pizza is still as good as you remember it!" Ernie chuckled. "I'll be back with your pizzas!" And with that, he went off back to the kitchen. "I still can't believe we never ran into each other here before. Unless..." Julie paused in thought. "...maybe we did?"

[agirlinhell]

                                 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

repost, don’t reblog

MODERN AU.

basics !

FULL NAME.   clementine maria jasmine cree. PRONUNCIATION.   KLEM-ENN-TYNE. NICKNAME.   clem, clemster, clemmy, sweetpea, clemonlemon, clembear, tangerine, orange, queen clem.  GENDER.   cisgender female / demigirl - she/her and they/them pronouns. HEIGHT.   5′2 AGE.   18-22 ( default ). ZODIAC.   scorpio,  october 26th. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. fluent in english, french, spanish, and american sign language. conversational in latin ( for her own amusement or when she doesn’t want to be understood ), korean, japanese, and russian. beginning urdu, german, arabic and mandarin chinese.

physical characteristics !

HAIR COLOR.   chocolate brown. EYE COLOR.   amber, gold in some lighting. lit; she sometimes gets colored eye contacts. SKIN TONE.    caramel. BODY TYPE.  athletic, curvaceous, fit, legs for days. ACCENT.   georgian? VOICE.    velvety, very delightful on the ears. DOMINANT HAND.  right. POSTURE.   tall, straight, very confident. SCARS.   nothing noteworthy. she has a few nicks and scratches from a rowdy childhood of climbing trees and accidents while dancing. TATTOOS.   if she’s in a relationship with Louis, she has a tattoo on her right arm that says “you move me like music.” with a bunch of musical notes all over it, and if she’s in a relationship with violet, she has a tattoo of violets littering all over her right arm. she also has a tattoo of a steaming hot bowl of soup on her upper right arm that says “eat my ass like soup.” - it was a dare from mitch when they both got matching tattoos, aj read it out loud when she was babysitting him one hot summer night and clementine recorded it and she couldn’t stop laughing for the longest time. she has henna tattoos on her hands, as well, and she has pine trees on her shoulders. across her belly, in cursive writing, it states: “run for your life.” with a rose intertwined with the text. over her back there are vines with roses intertwined with them in a swirling pattern. BIRTHMARKS.   none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).   her several different hairstyles and the colors that she dyes it with and her brilliant golden eyes.

childhood !

PLACE OF BIRTH.   suburban atlanta, georgia. HOMETOWN.    suburban atlanta, georgia. BIRTH WEIGHT.   average. BIRTH HEIGHT.    small. MANNER OF BIRTH.   natural. FIRST WORDS.  dada. SIBLINGS.   a younger brother, sebastian valentin felix decaruso. PARENTS.   diana cree  (  mother  ),  edmund decaruso  (  father  ), lee everett ( guardian figure. ) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.    semi-involved. clementine often had her babysitter, sandra, looking after her. her parents were almost always busy with their jobs, so as a result, she spent time with her grandmother growing up if sandra was unavailable. nowadays, she lives away from her parents and younger brother but is still close with them.

adult life !

OCCUPATION.   clementine is a university student part-time but she does dance and work at a bar called the new frontier in virginia as a waitress turned songstress while babysitting aj, willy, tennessee, jasper, therissa and maddie part time. she modeled when she was ages sixteen to seventeen but only took the contract as a way of travelling. she likes vlogging on her youtube channel and travelling the world and has taken surfing and dancing lessons. CURRENT RESIDENCE.   verse dependent, but usually in either richmond, virginia or suburban atlanta in georgia when she visits her family at home. CLOSE FRIENDS.  james and aasim, louis, marlon, mitch, violet, sarah, sophie, minerva, ruby, brody, omar, ben, duck, charlie, gabriel and mariana garcia. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   single in default, but is committed and engaged to louis by default if there is a “main” ship. FINANCIAL STATUS.  upper middle class to extremely wealthy, upperclass, in the scenario in which she marries louis. DRIVER’S LICENSE.   yep. CRIMINAL RECORD.   nope but has been warned for vandalism among other acts of delinquency in her adolescence with her friends, much to her parents’ dismay. VICES.   drugs, alcohol, will smoke cigarettes from time to time but abandons it for vaping in her highschool years.

sex and romance !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   demibiromantic. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   demibiromantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.    submissive  |  dominant  |  switch   PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.    submissive  |  dominant  |  switch LIBIDO.   average. TURN ON’S.     being wanted. praise. reassurance (but not too much). mutual care and respect. understanding. forgiveness. trust. tenderness. TURN OFF’S.   sexual relations for the sake of sex relations only if there’s no development beyond that. fixation on appearance, being ordered around, her borders not being respected. LOVE LANGUAGE.  clementine is verbally a very romantic person but most of her expressions comes from physical touch, kisses, cuddles, smiles, and hair play. but she’ll let her partner know that she loves them every day. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    loving and devoted. she tries to give her lover everything she can and has and more. she won’t cheat or lie and will try to be there as much as she possibly can. in retrospect she’s perfect for someone who wants a long-term loving relationship. but she is also possessive and things can get ugly if someone makes a move on her partner.

miscellaneous !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   money power glory - lana del rey. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.   taking walks, training, feeding stray cats, sleeping, being with people she loves, drawing, painting, coloring, baking, calligraphy, listening to music, playing musical instruments - notably the piano, fawning over animals, walking along beaches and coastlines, eating sweets and desserts, fire dancing, observing flowers/nature, bird watching, cooking, singing, dancing, writing, photography, cake decorating, gardening, hiking, swimming, horseback riding, astrology, motorcycle riding, fishing, archery, traveling, reading, collecting special stones, rocks, seashells, herbs, animal skulls, flowers and plants to use in her spells and to decorate her room. she also likes vlogging on her youtube channel and has taken surfing and dancing lessons. MENTAL ILLNESSES. goes through spells of depression. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.   none. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.  she doesn’t know nor care. FEARS.   rejection. being hated. forced isolation. being misunderstood. inadequacy. being forgotten. numbness. losing everyone she’s ever loved. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   a lot higher than in canon but she has her moments. VULNERABILITIES.  anxious. awkward. blunt. distant. fierce temper. eccentric. exhausted. fixated. impulsive. insecure. insomniac. moody. passive-aggressive. possessive. sarcastic. sassy. self-conscious. flirtatious. self-loathing tendencies. sly. stubborn. is very accepting of enduring pain for another’s sake. weary.

TAGGED BY: stole from the dash!! TAGGING:  @morefinesse @keptmanners @prctecthem @stillgcod @childtroubled ( jeanne, elijah, samantha, julia ) @pyrrhaeic ( marlon, mitch, drogon, david garcia, aveline de grandpre, claire novak ) @weprevail ( violet, lilly, lee, charlie, mitch, louis, minerva ) @mortuism ( brody, michonne, sarah, carl ) @forgedvalor @foreignaccent @zombeam ( mrs martin, omar, ben ), @dcadrct @victuus ( louis, kenny, luke, paige, ted, rosalie ) @worldendured ( carley, katjaa, omid, omar, kate ) @youngshct @deltarisen @killthebxy  @zaldrczes @mcsttrusted @bloominghands and anyone else who wants to do this!!

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - November 23rd, 2018

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. 

seemingly impossible (but not untrue) multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Young genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her unruly and powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring; with a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her. Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16224353/chapters/37923743

Angel multi-chapter Complete by @it-was-a-red-heeler - Oliver encounters a stripper by the name of Angel and is blown away. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15961898/chapters/37227686#workskin

The Predator multi-chapter WIP by @supersillyanddorky06 - Oliver Queen is the one anomaly in the Chicago Outfit. He is the only non-blooded member to be a part of the high circle in the family. His reputation precedes him and he is their best hunter. Felicity Smoak, daughter of the Starling boss, infiltrates his house, intent on killing him. But a startling encounter tips the scales. He goes on the prowl and she escapes. Hate, heat, and friction. Sparks. But something bigger is happening in their world. And despite their disagreements, only they can fight it down. Mob AU. Not Bratva. Enemies-lovers. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5077885/chapters/21891689

Love and Little Cupcakes multi-chapter WIP by @christinabeggs - Felicity loved sweets so much that she paid no attention to her lovelife. Until Thea Queen came into her store wanting fabulous cupcakes for her sixteenth birthday. SO ADORABLE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12400539/chapters/28216053

Dobblegangers by @lostolicityscenes - I don’t know what this is. Just thinking about doppelgangers and this popped into my head. I picked blue-grey hair because honestly I can’t think of a color that hasn’t been used by another female hero or villain and I wanted it to be different. There might be a part 2 to this at some point. https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/180150292851/doppelgangers-an-when-you-should-be-writing-the

The Strong Do Not Always End Up On Top multi-chapter WIP  by @godswritingfool - Having passed as a Beta all her life, Felicity Smoak had desired normalcy with a little taste of thrill every once in a while. IT girl by day, hacker by night. Or maybe weekends. Was that too much to ask? Turns out the Bratva Captain, overbearing CEO of Queen Consolidated Oliver Queen, is her Alpha Matched Mate! If that wasn't bad enough, Felicity's revenge against the Triad left a power vacuum in the criminal underworld of Starling City. When the turf war ends, the dust settles, and the new mob takes control, sick and bizarre events and even more disturbing and crazy crimes escalate in Starling City. Can the Bratva and remaining criminal organizations get a handle on the newcomers who are spreading chaos in the streets? Underneath it all, while dodging the Triad, Stalkers, Jealousy, the new Mob, Possessiveness, and Outside Forces, can Reluctant Omega Felicity Smoak and Territorial Alpha Oliver Queen get over their issues and stubborn pride and finally accept their soul deep connection? http://archiveofourown.org/works/7701490/chapters/17547565

In a Perfect World multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Based on a prompt: "What if Oliver (being cut off from Queens billions) follows his true passion - photography, meets Felicity and they become THE internet famous family of the world?" Oliver fell in love with photography after he received his first camera at sixteen years old. Now, he spends his time alone, traveling around the world and capturing breathtaking moments- like the beautiful woman he meets on a beach one night. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15758463/chapters/36651615

With the Speed of an Arrow multi-chapter WIP by @academyofshipping - Oliver Queen’s elite and silver-spoon life has taken some blows in the past few years, but he is still the carefree billionaire everyone knows of and loves. When his role in the family business is in jeopardy and he is introduced to a motley of new people, his status quo is threatened. With a changed perspective, Oliver realizes his feeling for his best friend and anchor-in-life, Felicity Smoak, may be more than just platonic. OR A modern adaption of Jane Austen’s Emma with a gender swap* and no island. *Knowing that gender is not binary https://archiveofourown.org/works/16559846/chapters/38799857

There's a Hole in My Soul multi-chapter WIP by @dianasmatthew - Felicity Smoak is the daughter of a powerful and dangerous mob boss. Oliver Queen, who had been an associate until recently being promoted to bodyguard, was given the job of protecting Felicity. Neither of them are very happy about the arrangement. https://archiveofourown.org/works/5827837/chapters/13431532

Vampire Oliver multi-chapter WIP by @tdgal1 - Vampire series, more fall out from Oliver's failed attempt to woo Felicity https://tdgal1.tumblr.com/post/180184554795/vampire-oliver

| ONE | (Oliver the Footballer) multi-chapter WIP @someonesaidcake - Felicity Smoak had a plan; to save enough money to kick her monotonous job and start up the company of her dreams. She made good plans, solid plans, attainable plans. He was never part of her plan. His name was Oliver Queen, the reclusive Brazilian football star with a broken smile and a story to tell. He'd never planned on her either. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15005402/chapters/34779542

The Wine Tasting by @quiveringbunny - Spending the afternoon doing something she thoroughly enjoys may change Felicity Smoak's life. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16637105

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[obserfdom]

Taylor Swift, A Real Person Inside Celebrity Attire

I wanna have a break for awhile in speculating about Taylor Swift' sexuality/relationship and dedicate this writing solely focusing on her as a person.

Honestly, I've never a big fans of her. Nor to any other celebrities out there. I am always a casual listener to any music. And very seldom I attentively scrutinizing song lyrics. But falling to Kaylors fandom inevitably forced me to dig more about Taylor Swift. I was very much surprise knowing how popular she is, or how successful she is building up an empire of 'devotees'. She is a queen in almost every sense.

But only through knowing how relatable her character is to ourselves as a non celebrity that truly inspiring and gradually takes me to grow a soft-tenderness feeling toward her. And like a teen swiftie, I can't help to echo their praise: "I love you, Taylor Swift!"

Here, I am just going to copy a relatable normal human being version of Taylor's story from many sources - mostly from people with direct interaction with her, the 'normal' people. If one still deducting flaws out of her personality, after reading these kind of testimonials - well it would speak a lot about who the person is rather than being about Taylor Swift.

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From Rolling Stone:

We’ve been talking for a while when a boat rows up carrying three teenagers – two girls and a guy. “Oh, my God!” says one of the girls. “Today is my birthday! Can I please take a picture with you?” Swift laughs. “You can, but I don’t know how you’re going to. You’re on a boat, buddy!”

“I’ll get off!” the girl says. “I’ll find a way.” Swift and her bodyguard reach out and help her into the pavilion. “You’re going to make me cry!” she says.

“Is it really your birthday?” Swift asks.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” the girl says.

“Oh, that’s a good year.”

“I know. I’m excited.”

The girl says she lives on Long Island. She and her friends took the train in for the day. “That’s cute,” Swift says. “Are you going to dinner somewhere?”

The girl scrunches up her face. “We were going to . . . Chipotle?”

Swift smiles. She goes to her purse and pulls out a wad of cash – $90, to be exact. “Here,” she says. “Go somewhere nice.”

“Oh, my God,” the girl says. “Thank you!” She climbs back in the boat, and she and her friends paddle off.

Note:

$90 may not be a big number for a celeb like Taylor Swift with an estimated worth around 360 million USD. However, that was probably the only cash she had in hand - and Taylor gave it all to the teen girl she barely knew only cause she probably felt that she could contribute to boost this girl's happiness by adding the teen with more fund to spend on her birthday.

This was not only sweet but it genuinely a very grandeur kindnest.

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"Is Taylor Swift actually a nice person?" - a question made in Quora:

Anonymous answered it, in May 21th 2018

This post has been a long time coming. I am answering this question anonymously for a number of reasons: 1) I do not wish to inadvertently become tabloid fodder; 2) I do not wish to capitalize on Taylor; 3) I enjoy my relatively normal life; and 4) I believe the anonymity is well-deserved on Taylor’s part. Although Taylor may be able to determine who is writing this, I do not believe such information to be of use to the public. I am sure, if she wished, she could write me a letter and reconnect at anytime. That is her choice to make.

Before Taylor hit it big, Taylor and I spent months emailing back and forth on MySpace. We were the same age with similar tastes in music, similar viewpoints on life, and similar, sarcastic senses of humor. We were both trying to make it in music and grow a fan base. We confided in each other. We trusted each other. We had an ongoing, supportive relationship that helped both of us when we sometimes felt there was nowhere else to turn. Few knew of my coversations with her - but some of Taylor’s closest friends did know they were taking place (they called me “the guy on MySpace,” as it is my understanding Taylor did not tell them my name).

The two of us, still in our teens and miles apart, began writing to each other in short messages at first. We would discuss music, school, and random jokes we would make upon the fly. As time went on, the messages (and their topics) went from short and complimentary to in-depth and personal. We would write messages to one another that, if printed, would be multiple pages long. Looking back, these were the messages of two teenagers trying to find themselves and, in the process, found a friend in one another. We never had expectations, just a supportive friendship with a member of the opposite sex we could not seem to find offline. Although our situations and backgrounds were very different, our similarities closed any gap between us.

During our time messaging, Taylor had hit a rough patch in her life. That may be easy to balk at if you see Taylor as a flawless celebrity rather than the caring and thoughtful person that she is - but the struggle she was experiencing at the time was very real and had its toll on her, a teen trying to find her place. I would do my best to encourage her from a distance and support her as the situation unfolded. Taylor did the same for me. The mutual respect and maturity shared with one another was like nothing else I had experienced. As for Taylor, I believe she felt the same.

Then, something happened. I began to emotionally struggle with the loss of a grandparent who had passed in 2002. As a young person, I had buried the pain for years and did not know how to cope. I had little in terms of a support mechanism in my “real” life. But things were just beginning in Taylor’s career. I thought that my burdens would weigh Taylor down. So, rather than turn to Taylor for support or tell her what happened, I did the only thing sixteen year old me knew how to do… I closed myself off, shut down my MySpace page… and tried to grapple with the experience on my own. To this day, I feel guilty about having left her out in the dark. But I still believe I did the right thing. Taylor had a dream we both shared and it was becoming a reality. I was not about to stand in the way by making her worry about her friend. She was too kind and sweet to me. Strapping her with that type of burden would have been unjustifiable. As fast as I had entered it, I was out of Taylor’s life. If she saw me today, it is unlikely she would recognize me as that guy who was playing country songs. That is not the path my life took.

Fast forward to today and I am a highly educated person who has been able to carve my own path in this world. By any measure, I have been successful for my age. If Taylor were not a celebrity, I believe her story would be much the same.

What you see and hear about Taylor does not scratch the surface or come near the reality. The claims about her doing things for publicity, being an uncaring person, or using others are nowhere near an accurate description of the person I grew to know. Taylor is a kind, caring, compassionate person who wants nothing more than to love and be loved. Her acts of charity are not acts of publicity, they are acts of character. She has earned and deserves her career. Knowing her as I did, I cannot help but believe she often longs for normalcy, anonymity, and questions what it would be like if she were simply Taylor to this day - not the celebrity, but another person who lived life without being subjected to the critiques, comments, and ridicule.

I knew Taylor for Taylor, she was wonderful. In the unlikely event she reads this, I apologize for not writing back and hope she understands why I made that decision. I kicked myself for years - not because of the fame she found, but because of the friend I loss.

Taylor, I am proud of how far you have made it in this world.

Note:

Me and approximately 8.3k Quora-ers agreed that this guys story is genuine.

***

Steve Parr - a quora-er, answered this (from the same Quora page):

I’ve met Taylor Swift twice, both while I was working for Taylor Guitars.

The first time was at the Winter NAMM Show in Anaheim, California. She was there with her father who BEGGED Bob Taylor to let her play on our performance stage. I think she was about 15 at the time. She was nervous and her songs weren’t great, but she was beaming and very appreciative of the time given her.

The second time was when she held her album release party for Fearless (2008) at the Taylor factory in El Cajon, CA. There was a nationwide contest where two people were flown from each state to San Diego to attend the party, get a meet & greet and attend a private concert for a total of about 250 people. I was heavily involved in photography, so the production company hired me to shoot the meet & greet and the concert.

When she arrived at our factory for that event, she came in through the back of our shipping warehouse. As she walked through, she greeted everyone, giving them a long, solid hug while saying “hello”. Now, some of these guys were hardcore warehouse types who were dirty and sweaty. That didn’t matter to Swift. She didn’t have to do what she did, but she did it. I thought that spoke highly of her character.

So, yeah, she’s really a nice person…

Note:

If you familiar with Emotional Intelligence, Daniel Goleman, you probably remember the first few pages about "bus driver" story. This guy spread the joy with his inert kindnest. He was the example of emotional intelligence that Goleman referred to.

Reading the above testimony remind me of the bus driver. If you think Taylor Swift doesn't atleast possess a lil of EI, then I think you need to re-think about how you view the world - and start to trust humanity act of kindnest again.

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Final thought:

Really I could copy paste dozen of testimonials out there about Taylor Swift. Esp from fans who lucky enough to meet her in person during secret sessions. They are not only being loyal to Taylor because they led by 'blindness' by Taylor's charm - but more because I could see that Taylor had touched their heart with her genuinely nice behaviours. Treating her fans as in the highest value, is one of Taylor's rare quality as human being.

Not to mention, Taylor has been involved in many charitably acts through out the years - a very good role model not only to youth but to all of us in general. I could say that her parents have raised her well and influenced her to continue being grounded.

Oh yes, I am fully aware that Taylor Swift is mere human with all the flaws and far from perfection - and I have no doubt that she awares of it too - nevertheless, if one lacking in appreciation toward others and only focus in finding every lil dirts, as haters would be, well that speaks more about them compare to the object of their rants. That just like one unconsciously noticed their own version of 'elephant in the room', but rather than face it - they cowardly projecting it to other. And public figure, esp a sweet lollipop like Taylor, sadly always an easy target achery.

Xxx

[jmoneynumbertwo]

A big thank you to the 1975. More than a big thank you. A full hearted token of my love & appreciation for your existence. I remember sitting in the hospital emergency hallway, heart heavy with devastation, anxiety, and the biggest array of feelings I could never describe, I turned to you. In a time when I had no clue what was wrong with me and why I was in this hospital all by myself (well with my mom at the time), you made me smile, and forget the harm, the wall punches, the nights spent crying on the floor, the loneliness, the pain, the thoughts. I could hear the sound of my own heart through the sound. Sitting in hospital beds with a tad of joy because I had chocolate in my head. Rediscovering happiness when my eardrums touched settle down. Waking through the breezy November city nights with girls in my internal radio. Climbing trees to menswear. The feeling I got from undo. And than me. Because when jaymie left I was so confused. And when you said “oh I was thinking bout killing myself, don’t you mind??” I knew we weren’t the only ones. And than there was you. Because celebrating insecurities and hardships with a tears in your eye, fire in your heart and a smile on your face is everything. Listening to Paris while in the winter air of queens park teaching me to find peace & serenity in the small things. Loving someone confirmed that you’re allowed to love anyone and everyone. Listening to undo in the car during the sad beginning of my sweet sixteen birthday, telling me there’s room for light in any circumstance. Listening to pressure before my intense photography completion haha. Jamming hard to milk on Jaimie’s birthday. And falling in love with the night more and more as I danced with Julia to settle down. Yesterday, may 26th the light reflected off of Matthew Timothy Healy, Adam Hann, George Daniel, Ross MacDonald and John Waugh into my own eyes. Surreal and magical, the night winced away in the short amount of time my heart could sensitively capture. And for lots more than these words can say, I love you endlessly the 1975. And for that I thank you. Love, // J A C K S O N //