Hi. I’m bored & I’ve read so much valdaya fanfic, I decided to write a little something of my own:)
lovely prompt: i speak multiple languages and codeswitch without realizing it wait you can understand me??
Zendaya is sitting down in the middle of the couch, scrolling lazily through her phone as she waits for Val to finish changing out of his rehearsal clothes and into something fresh so they can go out for some last minute dinner. She thinks to herself that they’ll probably just end up getting take out.
Jack laid limp on the
floor, cheek pressed against the cold, hard surface. He looked like he was
asleep, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. His eyes shot open and his pupils
shrunk, darting around wildly. He pushed himself up off the floor, sitting legs
crossed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his arms. He felt so well rested- a
feeling he missed dearly- a feeling he almost forgot. He didn’t remember
falling asleep but was grateful to feel this way. He closed his eyes. All he
saw was darkness. No bright green eyes. No haunting sounds. He pinched his arm
and it hurt. It was finally over.
But where was he?
Panicked, he looked at his surroundings. Darkness. He looked down. From where
he sat a glow of light surrounded him, brightest in the middle and slowly fading
at the edges. What happened?! He stood up and gathered himself. Instinctively,
he felt for his phone in his pocket. His pockets were empty- no keys, no
wallet, no phone.
“Hello?” Jack called out.
There was no echo. There was no response. Jack thought he should be worried but
this place felt strangely calming. The light beneath him wasn’t harsh, though
he knew the silence surrounding him would become deafening. “What…where am I?”
He walked forward. His shoes made a noise against the surface he stood on- he
wanted to call it a floor but he wasn’t even sure if he was in a room or not to
call it a floor. “Well that’s good.” He said to himself. He thought it strange
to start talking to himself but then chuckled. He’d built a career talking to
himself, technically. But he needed this, some noise, and some way to get his
He continued to walk
forward. He didn’t walk for long before coming up to a wall filled with
pictures- an entire wall of glossy, printed out pictures tacked to the wall
with tiny white push pins. The light was no longer at his feet. It illuminated
the wall he faced, startling him for just a moment. He touched the first
picture he saw- it was a picture of Signe holding a tiny succulent, a smile
stretching from ear to ear. Jack smiled and let out a short, breathy laugh. He
remembered this- they were in a shop and found a whole shelf of tiny plants and
Signe was delighted. He didn’t remember taking a picture, or anyone else for
that matter. This was from his point of view.
The next picture he saw
was a teenage girl with a lanyard around her neck- was that a PAX lanyard? She
had her arms outstretched, preparing for a hug. A young man stood next to her,
also donning a lanyard, smiling and holding a sack of what Jack could only assume
was PAX merch. Seeing this picture reminded him of the moment. That was a fan
and her boyfriend. He remembered the boyfriend taking a picture of them. “He
was holding all her stuff,” Jack said, “she was so excited.”
He touched another
picture, this time taking it off the wall, letting the push pin fall to the
ground. It was a picture of the sunset on Mark’s patio. He remembered this
night, and remembered it well. Matt and Ryan had lived with Mark at the time
and Jack had come to LA to meet with him, Felix, Ken, and the Grumps. It was a
delightful day with friends and one he will never forget. “I can’t wait to see
them again.” He put the picture in his jacket pocket, ignoring the fallen push
But he KNEW no one was
taking pictures. They were all just hanging out, having dinner, talking…that
sunset was from his point of view.
All the pictures were.
Surprised fans. Regulars he’d say hello to at the store. Neighbors. Hanging out
with friends, going out to eat. Signe. His family. Animals he’s owned over the
years. The set up in his office. Simple things like grabbing a cup of coffee in
the morning. Waiting in line at a fast food place. Standing in a parking lot.
Jack knew that he should
be worried but wasn’t. Instead of thinking it was some stalker, he knew what
these pictures were. Memories. Some precious, some mundane. “But…even the
mundane ones are precious.” He mused.
He examined the wall of
memories for a bit and decided to explore. He wanted to leave wherever he was,
sure, but was in no hurry to leave. He continued to the right of the wall, his
shoes hitting the floor and his breathing being the only sounds he could hear.
“How did I get here?” Jack asked, rubbing his hands. “What happened
last…Overwatch with Mark, I think. And then I was going to clean up my office.
Then Signe…” He turned to the wall. He saw a picture of Signe, partially
bursting into black and green ones and zeros. He shivered. He knew it wasn’t
her, but it was still an upsetting sight.
He moved further down.
This part of the wall had just a few pictures. The next was of Signe in bed,
just moments after that frightening hallucination. “Though, with all I’m seein’
now…was it a hallucination?” The next picture was his hand smeared with blood.
The next, him staring at himself in the mirror. The last…the carpet in his
office. Stained with blood and coffee. Then he remembered the voice.
At the end of the wall he
was met with a bright green door- the same bright green that had been haunting
him. “Should I knock?” he laughed. He opened to door to reveal a living room,
of sorts. A white, leather love seat sat the right of the room, to the left a
swiveling tweed armchair splattered with green dye, and directly in front of
him was a white leather couch facing a fireplace and a television hanging above
“A bit bare, isn’t it?”
Jack laughed to himself. “No bookshelf, no plants- I’da put in a console or
“I don’t like things to
be cluttered.” Jack jumped. It was his voice, coming from behind the tweed
That voice. HIS voice.
That’s the voice that was haunting him all this time- only this time it was a
lot clearer. This voice, for the first time to Jack, spoke a whole sentence.
“…turn around.” Jack
said, very slowly walking to the chair.
The chair turned around,
facing Jack. Sitting in that chair was…himself, right leg crossed over the
other, arms on the arm rests. Green and brown hair. Pale white skin. Stubble
chin. Blue jeans. Black jacket, gray t-shirt.
Bright green eyes.
Jack gulped. It wasn’t
seeing himself that frightened him so. It was those eyes. “Who…are you?”
It smiled. “My name is
Jack. You don’t seem to like that- you think you’re Jack. So call me…Anti. You
see me as sort of an ‘Anti’ Jack.”
“This is my first time
seein’ you, man.” Jack laughed.
Anti laughed in return.
“Well…” Jack walked
closer to the chair and stuck out his hand, “I guess it’s a pleasure to meet
Tentatively, Anti shook
Jack’s hand. “You’re not afraid.”
“I’m confused, but not
afraid. You’re speakin’ a lot better since the last time we talked, Anti!” Jack
let go of Anti’s hand and put both his hands in his jacket pockets.
Anti grinned menacingly.
“That’s all thanks to you, Jackie boy. I have the energy to speak. I feel
“Well that’s…good.” Jack
walked around the room, admiring how comfy everything looked.
“Please, sit. Get comfy.”
Jack sat in the loveseat
across from Anti. “Where are we, anyway?”
“This is my room. This is
where I used to stay.”
“Are we…w-well are we in
my head?” Jack leaned forward, legs spread a bit and hands clasped together.
Anti stood and walked to
the fireplace, squatting down and lifting his hand to it’s interior. A flash of
black and green ones and zeros appeared, then slowly faded. In their place, a
little bright green fire crackled, then picked up heat. He stood back up and straightened
his jacket. “Yes. This is one of the places I used to stay.”
Anti sat back down in his
armchair, crossing his right leg over his left, leaning back and clasping his
open palms together. “This is your room now.”
Jack quickly stood up. “I
need to get goin’ now, but I really appreciate you showin’ me around—“
Jack sat down just as
quickly as he stood.
“I’m taking what’s mine.
See, I’m asleep in bed right now which is how I’m even talkin’ to you in the
first place. I’m wakin’ up in a bit. And I’m LIVING.”
“Anti! You can’t just
take my life. There’s gotta be some other way for you to live.” Jack tried to
get up but, in the blink of an eye, Anti stood, turned into black and green
ones and zeros, then stood in front of Jack. “Stop this- we can talk this out,
“It’s my turn.” Anti
reached down to Jack’s neck and grabbed it tight, lifting him from the loveseat
and throwing Jack across the room, knocking over the tweed chair. Jack stood,
albeit shaken. “I want to experience life.”
Jack clutched his stomach
in pain. “I know you do. But are you aware of the sadness in life? The pain?”
KNOW NOTHING OF PAIN.”
The sound of fire
crackling filled the room, suffocating the silence. Jack knew pain; he knew of
sadness, anger, pure joy…what did Anti feel, here, all this time?
Anti looked away from
Jack, eyes set on the only door in the room. “You are free to roam any room.
I’ll come check on ya’ time to time.” Again, he dissolved into the numbers and
appeared in front of the door, placing his hand on the knob. “Use that TV to
see what I see. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” Jack tried to walk to Anti but fell
to his knees.
Anti smiled and opened
Anti left and slammed the
door behind him.
Anti woke and turned to
his side. In place of Signe was a note:
happy you got some sleep!!! I was going to let you know I was going out to town
but didn’t want to wake you. Made a fresh pot of coffee and there’s some
pancakes on the counter! See you tonight!]
He picked up the note and
held it close. He knew it wasn’t meant for him but it still meant the world to
him. “My first friend.” He said to himself. He sat up and breathed in deep.
That smell was delightful- that must be food. He felt his mouth water. He
rushed to the kitchen and saw a stack of pancakes waiting for him. He’d seen
people eat before through Jack’s eyes and knew to grab silverware but couldn’t
help himself- he picked up a pancake and bit it. Tears streamed down his
cheeks. He’d never experienced anything like it before. He chewed the piece of
pancake several times, savoring it, then swallowing it. Oo- swallowing was
weird. But he’d get used to it.
Anti wiped the tears away
with his jacket sleeve and woofed down the pancake in his hand. Eating was
indescribably brilliant. Before he knew it he’d finished the whole stack. He
let out a belch and looked around the kitchen. A nearby wall clock read
“12:28”. “Well…what to do now…”
He went to Ja—his office
and admired it. This is where he had taken over. He walked over to the shelf
and touched the various nick knacks. They were made for Jack. Not him. He would
get people to love him, right? He would get friends.
shook his head. Of course he would. He was Jack now. Jacks friends, fans,
family, home; they were all his now. No more being forced to watch from rooms
in Jack’s mind. He would finally get to experience all these wonderful things
for himself- all the things he rightfully deserved.
Jack mustered the energy
to get up and set himself on the couch facing the fireplace. He sighed and
touched his stomach, then chest. He hurt but was pretty sure nothing was
broken. Next to him was a remote that he was sure went to the TV above the fire
place. He used it to turn the TV. The TV screen showed hi—Anti’s hands
engulfing a stack of pancakes.
“Oh…I’m gonna get fat,
aren’t I?” Jack ran his hands through his hair and groaned. “Is that what I’m
worried about- fuckin’ really? …I need a drink.”
Jack sat up and closed
his eyes, letting his arms fall atop his legs. A green whisp of smoke appeared
around his right hand. From the whips a small glass filled with an amber brown
liquid and cubes of ice formed in his hand. The whisps disappeared and Jack
looked to his hand in shock. He lifted the glass to his nose. Jack and coke. He
laughed and took a big gulp.
He set the glass down on
the floor- how did Anti forget to put a coffee table in here? He looked at his
hand. Did he have…powers? Magic? Similar to what Anti had in this place? Jack
didn’t have powers outside of his mind. Could he make anything appear?
Jack stuck his hand out
in front of him. “…headphones,” was the first thing that came to mind. The
whisps of green smoke danced around his hand again. When they disappeared, a
pair of headphones appeared in his hand. He set them on the floor. “Camera?”
The very same happened again, only this time a disposable camera appeared in
He stood up and stuck his
hand out to the side of the wall adjacent to the loveseat. “A way out of here.”
Nothing happened. He felt
defeated. Something that he had no knowledge of until now that lived inside his
him now took control of his life. He would never see his friends or family
again- only through a television screen. Through this awful feeling Jack
managed to laugh: “Will Anti even remember to post a video?” Priorities.
Anti did say there were
more rooms to explore. Maybe they would lead to a way out- if Anti could leave
then why couldn’t Jack? He got up from the couch and left the room. He was met
again with the memory wall only now following right after Jack’s last memory
was Anti’s first few: getting up off the carpet, walking to the bathroom to
wash the blood from his face. Crawling into bed. Waking up to find the note
from Signe. Finding the stack of pancakes she made.
Jack decided to walk back
the way he came. He would find a way out, no matter what.
Didn’t expect a part two, did ya’? I didn’t really either but I’m having a lot of fun writing this. I was so happy to see that people liked my story and thought, “well, I want to write more of it, might as well post it!” I’ll be shocked as hell if it gets half as many notes as the first part. Now, if you did like the first part, first of all: THANK YOU. Thank you THANK YOU for taking the time out of your day to read it. It means so much to me. I haven’t had this much fun writing since INSCAPE. Secondly: if you did like it and this part two (with a part three coming eventually) isn’t your cup of tea or is just flat out awful my best advice to you is to pretend that the first part was the official ending and this part doesn’t even exist! Poof! Gone! Because the first part had a very satisfying ending- one that you could come up with your own conclusion.
If you liked this or if you read this and hated it thank you so so much. To have my words read by strangers is a blessing. This community is fucking awesome.
Now, no pressure to @puk128 but we were talking about writing part two’s and I thought it would be neat if we each had alternate endings. So go check out their page– puk DREW FAN ART FOR THE FIRST PART I WROTE IS THAT NOT THE COOLEST SHIT?! Go check out their other art ‘cause it’s the shit.
note: part of the halloween series thingy. there’s kissing. and a really naughty, really sexy jin. like. damn son. demon!yoongi makes an appearance even though it’s not his fic because why not.
There is a bat in your room.
You sigh, un-tucking your legs from underneath you and not even looking up from the words getting typed on your laptop, your research thesis for school now are your only problems at the moment. The pest can bother you any other time than this. It’s bad enough that he likes hanging out at the corner of your room, he just has the loveliest interest on your cabinet drawers. Especially the second drawer. Containing your underwear. “Stop touching my underwear again, Seokjin,” you mumble, fingers still typing. Adding quietly, “Stupid vampire.” “Heard that,” he says in a sing-song voice.
Dead Master looked at her claws. Strange, she thought. Looks more scaly than skeletal. Dead Master’s tail swayed side to side. “This is weird. I got four legs now.” Dead Master looked at herself through a reflection then at herself. “I’m like a lizard centaur or something. This is so cool!” Dead Master smiled.
It’s easy to look in the mirror and dislike what you see. My legs have always been an area I disliked - and it was always the area that fat would cling to (which is why I have so many pictures waist up from my pre-op days). But as I have become more fit and healthy, I love my legs. I love that I rowed almost 3000 meters yesterday with these legs. I love that this summer these legs would take me miles away on my bike. I love that this last weekend that I went hiking and climbed a ski hill with these legs. I love dancing in the kitchen with my guy, I love chasing after my neices and nephews. My legs may have loose skin, they may not be showing defined muscles or knee caps yet, but man. These legs are taking me places that I only dreamed about.
I’ve seen a lot of posts about the size of Kpop idols and I just wanted to add my bit~
I know that they are tiny because they have different ideas of beauty over there but I honestly feel sick when I look at certain idols because they are so thin (Especially their legs!) it’s really scary and worrying and I can’t imagine how hard it is for them that they are expected to keep such a tiny size - Especially if they are taller!
But it upsets me even more when fans / TV Hosts / Fellow Idols comment on another idol being fat?? Honestly they are all so tiny but people are still saying ‘So and so is fatter than this person’ - How can you even tell??? They’re so tiny I couldn’t tell their bodies apart and the fact that fans buy into it is really sad. It seems to distort so many people’s views of beauty to the point where they notice every pound someone else is carrying.
I think they shave? Because remember in the photo shoot where they're all wearing shorts for that school uniform tae was like "no one told me we had to shave" or something like that while he had leg hair and the rest of the guys didn't? Then again I could be totally wrong, I find them all cute either way lol
i think they might have during those concept looks where they were all wearing shorts and couldn’t stop touching their legs in interviews LMAO but they also might just naturally have less hair that isn’t visible compared to others. if you look at some pictures of tae, for instance, during their high cut shoot, or at jungkook during some concert pics this past summer (that bbq one, i think?), you can see their leg hair haha but i dunno!!
“As embarrassing as this should be, I know I look damn good, so why not enjoy it for a bit?” With a little pirouette, Lupin’s dress twirled elegantly around his scrawny form, giving Libra a nice look at his hairy legs.