Kim Taeho’s breakdown of BTS’ new brand identity and how it came about
170706 Kim Taeho’s Facebook Post
[T/N: when the post mentions ‘방탄소년단’ as referring to BTS’ Korean name, I will just leave it as 방탄소년단 as this post is meant to talk about the differences between variations of BTS’ name.]
From the perspective of knowing how long this project took and how hard it was, after revealing the project, there is this constant nagging feeling since I have not yet been able to properly deliver my feelings about this product, so I am making some time during my lunch break to try to write.
It seems that people still have not discarded of their suspicions that the name ‘방탄소년단’ did not come from ‘Bang Sihyuk’s Boys,’ but anyhow as an idol [group, their name] stands out a bit, rather it has been pointed out that ‘방탄소년단’ is a bit old-fashioned, but they still made it big. (They already made it big, so what?)* But, after making it big, we were able to feel the limitation of the ‘Boys’ aspect of their name. Boys become young men, and idols become artists, but [their name] is still ‘boys.’ Like Japanese [entertainment company,] Johnny and Associates’ ‘Shonentai’ [Boys’ Generation], while the three members are not all currently promoting, even though they are in their 50s, they are still the ‘Boys Generation,’ but will ‘방탄소년단’ be the same? I don’t think that the future that they are aiming for is to be the idol’s eldest brothers like ‘Boys Generation.’ They are now receiving attention worldwide, but will ‘방탄소년단’ continue to be known as ‘Bulletproof Boys’ or ‘Bangtan Boys.’ Although the application of ‘ㅂㅌㅅ,’ ‘BTS,’ is the English group name that they are using…
*T/N: I think he is saying this because while it might come off a bit arrogant that he is saying that they made it big, he still thinks it’s true and doesn’t care how it comes off.
If you are a person who has interest in idols, these suspicions are probably something you know about, and yesterday, the explosive fans’ reactions towards the new brand image became a very obvious answer to this curiosity. Therefore, how would Big Hit (Bang Sihyuk) be able to give an answer to this aspect of [the new brand image] at the right time?
In the report, it was said that [this project] was in preparation for about a year, but truthfully Bang Sihyuk PD actually began talking about this concern much longer than a year ago. (In my memory, it seems to be about two years). We thoroughly dealt with the idea of what role their name and symbol [logo] should come to play in their next picture. After discovering his own thoughts about this kind of project, Bang Sihyuk asked those around him for their opinions, and received a recommendation for a team that would be able to put this project into action. And that is why it was stated in the report that it took about a year for the selected team and the detailed project to come about.
Two years ago, it was a situation in which we did not know at all how far BTS would grow. When we had received the evaluation that now ‘some time has passed,’ we were already in a state of debating the next next move. (This is a bit chilling)
If you quickly glance at the symbol and logo that we produced, it could seem so simple that it seems like an idea that could be made in just a week, but in reality the meaning within this [logo] is quite complex. Now, the members who are going from idols to artists, from their School Trilogy until after The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, their continuing growth and worldwide view, and within that, what kind of identity does ‘BTS’ hold–these things are all tied together in one picture. Different than typical products or service brands, idol brands are living brands. Because people are the brands [in this case], they are [continuously] being influenced by countless variables. Because it is impossible to control these variables, rather than a brand, [we are] keeping the same individual identity. This is why unlike designer brands, idol brands cannot remain the same over a long period time and are a flickering process.
After considering their identity and the application [of that identity] ahead of time, we sorted out the members’ real personalities and their personalities within the team. Then we made the brand unification that could show their music brand in a visual. Furthermore, unification is also important in their ‘goods.’ The easiest method in the past was to conjugate the generic logo in addition to a unique symbol for each album. This is easy, but because of this, we could only use [this logo] for one period of promotions. This [new] ‘BTS’ symbol took all of this into consideration. For now, just the symbol and logo have been revealed, but later as the application and this symbol and logo become connected, gradually as you see it expanding, you will realize how big of a composition and result this is. If the the past symbol made by designer Oh Yeongsik, who I respect, directly brought the name and meaning of ‘방탄소년단’ to where it is today, now, we are building up the identity of ‘BTS’ in expandability with the auras that the members hold as the center.
Under the identity that is ‘BTS’ and the symbol of moving forward through the open door are the past, present, and future activities as well as the independent meanings that each member holds in ‘BTS.’ This can work in reality and in activities like a parallel universe, and it can also briefly cross over. It cannot be ruled out that this small universe that we made in this way has potential to be connected to a greater universe. For their goods as well, we plan to show products that hold ‘BTS’s unified identity. Furthermore, the existence called ‘ARMY’ who allowed them to exist gained a distinct symbol and identity as an existence that faces ‘BTS’, likes ‘BTS’s other half.
‘BTS’ was just the English acronym for ‘방탄소년단,’ but now it holds the meaning of ‘Beyond the Scene.’ Now, I feel that that rather than being called ‘Bangtan,’ they will gradually, more frequently be called ‘BTS.’ It is not that they do not want to be called ‘방탄소년단’ anymore, rather it is that ‘BTS’ expresses their identity in a slightly better way. It is just like how IBM was previously an acronym for ‘International Business Machinery,’ but now everybody just calls them IBM.
It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.
Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!
After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.
Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”, or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still a popular girl that was way out of his league.
“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.
“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”
“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.
“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”
“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”
Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.
“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”
“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”
This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.
“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?
“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.
That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.
“Are you friends with them?” “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”
A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.
“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”
“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.
“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.
A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.
The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.
“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”
“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”
“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?
Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.
And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.
“You can do this Peter, you got this”
Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.
Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.
Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.
“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.
“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.
“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”
“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”
The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?
Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”
Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.
“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”
“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”
“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”
“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”
The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.
Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.
“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.
“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”
Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.
“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”
She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.
“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”
She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.
“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”
Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!
Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.
His fingers sanked into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.
He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.
Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.
He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.
The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.
Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?
Peter realised the situation as well as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.
“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”
“Will I see you again?”
Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.
“Sooner than you think”
With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.
A/N: Thank you to all those who followed me and read my first fic! I’m thinking of doing a part two to this one, so if you like it, let me know!
Your fire escape had always been your favourite part
of your apartment. Situated outside your
bedroom window, you had spent countless hours of your life lounging on the
metal steps, reading a book or catching up on some homework. Last summer, you had wound a string of fairy
lights around the rails, which were coated in shiny dark paint. Your landlady had protested at first but,
after you proved that they weren’t endangering the use of the fire escape in
any way, she had let you keep them. The
small victory had brought a smile to your face, and now your escape was even
cozier than before, and was still just as cozy a year later. This year’s summer brought scorching heat and
clear nights, and you spent most of your free time out on your escape, trying
to catch a breeze.
You sat on your fire escape now, wearing a lightweight
hoodie and pajama shorts, doodling in a journal. School was out for the week and tomorrow didn’t
require a six am wake up call, leaving you free to stay up late and admire the
Queens skyline at night. It was nights
like these that you loved the most; nights that seemed like they were pulled
straight from a movie scene, with stars that glimmered like flames, a full moon
bigger than you had ever seen before, and the sounds of the city mixing in with
the quiet melodies that drifted out of the speakers propped up on your window
sill. You would be content for the rest
of your life if you could keep moments like these forever.
Destiel, Bi!Dean and preparing the audience for a “shocker”.
I just did a re-watch of 12x10 and it really got me thinking
again about Benjamin and Cas’s talk in the car with the boys about Benjamin and
his female vessel.
At the time the episode aired, I think I was so excited
about the prospect of Cas being in a female vessel, and how this could
potentially shift a heteronormative audiences perception of Dean and Cas that I
didn’t realise just what else they were trying to do.
This is about reassurance.
This is the conversation that was had in the car:
CAS: Benjamin is always very careful. Long ago, he found a
powerfully devout vessel in Madrid, and her faith, it… she gave him
everything – her trust and her body.
DEAN: Wait. So Benjamin’s a woman?
CAS: Benjamin is an angel. His vessel is a woman. But it –
it’s – it’s more than that. She’s not just his vessel.
Just this small exchange is important as exposition for the
audience. It is about preparing the
audience for what is coming up. The idea that Cas was also once ‘a woman’.
Which, okay, no he wasn’t a woman, he just had a female vessel, but imagine how
that would have gone down had this exchange not taken place? Imagine how a
general audience would have reacted to Cas and his female vessel had Benjamin
just been another angel in a male vessel?
Probably a lot like the way Dean acted here, with confusion.
By giving us the Benjamin character and this particular
scene as well, the writer has successfully prepared the audience for Cas in his
female vessel. Preventing raised eyebrows and confusion because the audience
will remember this conversation and apply it to Cas.
“Castiel is an angel, his vessel WAS a woman. His vessel is
now a man, Cas is still a dude and it’s not weird. Cool beans.”
(when I think of a general audience watching SPN lets just
say that I certainly don’t think of the fandom or tumblr. I think of my brother
and that is something I won’t get into here. Heteronormative doesn’t even begin
to cover it.)
The fact is, making one of your three main lead male characters
a woman for an episode is a weird thing to do, the kind of thing that would probably
make some audience members uncomfortable. So adding in this exposition, this reassurance, removes that level of
discomfort, it gets them used to the idea first, like a buffer.
See for a show like SPN, whilst its always been a bit weird with its story lines, it’s never
been all that progressive. As much as
we would all like to wish that all SPN viewers were like us – liberal forward
thinking people who are willing and eager for TV to break a few taboos – the
chances are that is very much not the case. Its an old show, it has an established
audience (apparently a bipartisan audience amazingly) and therefore breaking
boundaries the way more modern shows have (such as American Gods, How to Get Away
with Murder and Orange is the New Black) just isn’t really in the cards. Those
shows established the taboo stories, the queer main characters, the
representation, from the start. They built their audience on those foundations.
SPN can’t do that without isolating part of its audience – unless it thinks
very carefully as to how it may present such notions.
I hope I am explaining this in a way that makes sense. See
this is of course about Bi!Dean and Destiel (as if anything on my blog WASN’T
about those topics). Because here’s the thing. On any other, newer show, for
Dean to come out as bisexual, for two male lead characters to enter into a
homosexual relationship, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Those shows could build
their audience around those concepts, because they would be ingrained into the
show from the start.
For Supernatural, that sadly isn’t the case. SPN didn’t
clearly establish Dean as Bisexual early on, and Destiel isn’t canon, it has always
been the subject to interpretation with just enough ‘no homo’ so that anyone
who chooses not to see it doesn’t have to (again, excluding 12x19 but we’ll get
One of the biggest hurdles to getting bi!dean and canon
destiel, is for the SPN creators to overcome this fear that half their audience
would reject them if they actually went there. It would be seen as coming ‘out
of the blue’ and all those heteronormative people would raise their eyebrows
and moan and be utterly confused by it.
That’s why Supernatural needs the buffers. It needs the
gradual exposition, the subtle desensitisation of a general audience to
anything even mildly “progressive”. If Supernatural wasn’t putting these
buffers in place already, I would think we would have a problem. I would be
much more apprehensive at even the idea that destiel could be a thing that is
What is so fantastic, is that just like in 12x10 with the
fem!Cas buffer that was Benjamin, we have already
been getting buffers all throughout the last few seasons.
Here are some of my favourites:
Jesse x Cesar – 11x19 – These guys are my absolute
favourite, they were created specifically to show the audience that you can be
a gay man and also a macho man. That gay men aren’t stereotypes, that hunters can be gay and settle down and
especially that gay romance doesn’t
change the theme of the story. The big take away from this episode is that it shows the
general audience that men like Dean
Winchester can be gay/bisexual.
Hannah – 10x17 – This
was a real eye opener for any Cas x Hannah shippers. Because Cas didn’t treat
Hannah any different, and he had exactly the same warmth and affection for
Hannah in her male vessel that he did in her female vessel. Basically this was
a nice punch in the face for any homophobes watching. SPN doesn’t care about
your heteronormative ships. You wanna ship Hannah x Cas? Fine! But Hannah’s in
a dudes body now and guess what? Cas doesn’t care! How do you feel about THAT?
God is Bisexual – 11x20 – This was just a nice big fuck you
to homophobes everywhere. Don’t like queer characters? This is NOT the show for
you! Because in our world even GOD is queer! Yay for LGBT representation! It works
as a buffer because once again it is sending a message to the general audience
that this is the kind of thing you can expect on our show. We are changed now.
Dean rides Larry – 12x11 – Okay so maybe it’s not an obvious
buffer, but it is kind of a subliminal message so I’m counting it. Dean riding
that damn bull was the most sexual scene we have had on this show in seasons
(and no that god awful thing that happened in 12x02 doesn’t count – nor does
the same god awful thing from 12x08). The jokes alone, the sexual innuendos.
This entire episode is loaded with subliminal messages basically screaming at
the general audience to maybe just consider the fact that Dean likes guys.
12x06/12x20 – Max Banes – like Jesse and Cesar Max works as
a buffer because he is another way to get the general audience used to the idea
that characters that are similar to Dean Winchester can be queer and it’s no
big deal. Max is badass, funny, smart and charming and also 100% canonically
queer (whether gay or bi we know textually that he is totally into dudes). Sam
and Dean don’t bat an eyelid at his sexuality, so neither should the audience.
It is just one part of his character and certainly not what his story is all
about. Max is proof that you can have a queer character who is a badass and a
hunter whose story is basically nothing to do with their sexuality. Their
sexuality just happens to be a part of who they are.
And finally – Destiel – season 12 – I’m making this its own
buffer because honestly? There is no way to view Dean and Cas’s relationship as
non-romantic at this point. I think that the writers have slowly been turning
up the dial on Destiel probably since 11x18. 12x19 really drummed it in for us
though. The angel/human love themes of 12x10, the textual “I love you” in
12x12, the MIXTAPE and everything else about 12x19. This is all preparation. It
is indeed a build up to a reveal. Destiel is it’s own buffer and even if people
do still accuse it of ‘coming out of nowhere’ once it goes canon, all the
writers have to do is gesture at season 12 and the fucking mixtape scene and
say to those people “in what universe does the gifting of a mixtape between
people who are not explicitly related NOT have romantic connotations?” Only a
fool would argue with that if they had any knowledge of pop culture history.
Sorry, but that’s the truth.
Anyway, that’s my thoughts on that. A show with a long
established audience about to make a move that could potentially appear (but
not really) out of left field would need to build up that move through a series
of well thought out buffers, symbols, themes and subliminal messages before
actually making it.
Like how Benjamin was the writers way of normalising Cas’s
female vessel, the past two seasons have been a journey to normalise bi!dean
and destiel in preparation for making both of these things explicitly canon. Yes we still have a way to go - it still needs to be stated explicitly in the text that Dean is into guys, in love with Cas bla bla bla, but we are getting there.
summary. Destiel is endgame. Dean is bisexual. The general audience better
learn to throw their heteronormative goggles in the bin because this is the state of this show right now, and it is good.
reasons why monsta x is ACTUALLY the best group to stan ever
they ruin their own self images, so u don’t have to worry about the fact that ur embarrassing because i can promise u, they are worse
they’re honestly basically in love with like all of their fans. like why would u need a man when u have shownu promising to marry u n stuff. or when minhyuk says you’re the prettiest girl (or boy, hey, mx don’t care) they’ve ever seen !!!!
they’re really including of all of their fans. like some other groups only care about girl fans, or about korean fans, or about some other specific type of fan ??? but like monsta x ???? they literally love everyone ?????????? like even ppl who aren’t their fans ????? like they’re the type to see u on the street decked out in some svt merch and still be like “wow she’s so pretty aw i like her sweater i love woozi” ????
they’re all super talented. like shownu’s dancing, kihyun’s voice, jooheon’s rap, hyungwon’s modeling,,,, like what can’t this group do ??
they all really love each other. they’re not like those groups where u KNOW that they all hate each other on the low. they may want u to think they hate each other sometimes (looking @ u,,, kihyun) but we all know they’re lying
honestly the monbebe fandom is so nice ??? so peaceful ?? drama ??? what is that ??/ we don’t know ??? the only drama we have is when other fans of other groups do something against us. but like other than that ???? where the drama @ ???
okay,, guys,, WONHO. THAT BOY. HE IS AN ANGEL. LOVE SHIN HOSEOK WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART EVEN IF U AREN’T A MONBEBE. this boy loves EVERYONE. like he LITERALLY SUPPORTS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. he has like 485975973287589375 pieces of “for a cause” clothing and jewelry. like he has this necklace against child abuse (i think it was) ??? he panted his pinky green for this charity type thing. like WHEN HAS YOUR FAVE EVER ?? like honestly i can’t think of anything wonho doesn’t support ?? gay marriage ? hell he’d marry a guy if he can cook 4 him. causes against domestic and child violence ?? sign him up !! he wants the world to be a happy and good place. wow. such an angel. wow i love hoseok. love hoseok trust me he will never hurt u.
they haven’t done anything dumb yet. like problematic. ya know what i mean. like they’re probably gonna do something that starts a scandal one day,, but like they try REALLY hard to make sure they don’t say things that could hurt ANY of their fans. like they don’t talk about race or get offended when they hear people think they’re gay or anything. the only thing they get offended at is cucumbers apparently ???? like honestly they’re angels ?? they care about us so much they try so hard to not screw up n hurt us. get u a man who ?? (or 7 of them,, i support that too ??)
they’re literally ?? so dumb ?? and so funny ?? like they argued over which greek goddess is goddess of victory,, LITERALLY for like 20 mins. they have no lives. their lives revolve around doing dumb things to make us laugh ?? like ?? they stopped caring about their image before they debuted ?? who cares ?? they don’t ?? lets ruin it ourselves ??
changkyun’s VERY strong urge to see wonho naked. why. i’m sure a lot of mbb won’t complain. but why changkyun. why are u trying tto give us a naked hoseok every single time we see u ??? what is ur motive ??
kihyun is really violent. like i don’t understand how someone who dresses in a hamster onsie regularly can be so angry ?? where does he store it ?? why is he so sinister ?? (or should i say why does he just do stuff to people and then laugh for like 2 months over it bc that’s all he really does. he gave minhyuk a cucumber once actually. he still laughs over it. like yoo kihyun are u 5 ??? why are u hurting minhyuk like this ?)
changkyun’s really bad puns. those r another reason to stan. trust me u hate it at first but eventually u can’t go a day without listening to him make some weird and oddly funny pun about a name or smth.
shownu. dad. honestly a real dad. like. throwback to every member calling him dad and reminding him to not forget the room key. honest dad figure. i wish hyunwoo was my dad.
minhyuk is really happy nd cute and honestly u could probably smile for like 3 hours just after looking at a picture of him smiling. he’s literally the definition of sunshine. we need more people like lee mihyuk in this world.
i ran out of thing to think of and it’s 2am but honestly stan monsta x ? like it’s so worth it ? they’re so caring and funny and loving and talented and like ??? the fandom is so including and amazing ?? like there isn’t even tension between k-fans and intl-fans ?? we literally all just love each other ?? like stanning monsta x is such an AMAZING thing like it cleanses ur soul from all the bad things in this world. i swear. it’s like actually confirmed. monsta x is so pure and wow. just stan those cute 7 little boys who dress up in animal onsies and dance to girl group songs just to make their fans smile and laugh
summary : as the adopted daughter of none other than tony stark, you have a myriad of responsibilities. babysitting peter parker probably wasn’t supposed to be one of them. not that you’re complaining.
word count : 4.7k (also known as the longest thing I’ve ever written)
author’s note : ur adopted b/c not everyone is white and i don’t want anyone to feel excluded from reading this due to the fact tony is white (and yes ik there are interracial couples i just want everyone to feel included i want to make sure whoever wants to read this can without feeling weird about it b/c i know it is something that bothers people in the fanfic community okay bye enjoy my loves.)
Tony Stark was a lot of things to a lot of people. He was the billionaire, he was the genius, the philanthropist, and the notorious playboy in his younger years. Most notably, however, was that he was Iron Man. He was marveled at by the entire world, him and the group of heroes that stood beside him; the Avengers, as they called themselves. To you, however, he was your father.
A terribly overprotective one, at that.
Of course, this was only to be expected of a father, even a foster one, but the lengths the man went to in order to keep his only daughter out of whatever he deemed trouble were rather extensive. You rarely ever left the Avengers tower, and if you did you were accompanied by a team of people you could only describe as rip off Secret Service men. Sometimes, Natasha would replace them, or Steve, but that was a rare occurrence. You were homeschooled by the best tutors his money could pay for- this particular move was less about refining your education and more about keeping you away from any boy in the five boroughs.
You chose to spend majority of your time reading in your room and training, always wary of anyone who approached you about being a friend. Your surname meant everything to people, especially the girls that wandered around Manhattan desperate to become the bestie of the daughter of the richest man in New York. You loved your dad with all your heart, but the stigma that ran with the Stark name would never stop irritating you.
That, and the impromptu plans he threw at you on a regular basis.
“Miss Stark, your father is requesting access to your room. He knows you hate it when he barges in.” Vision drifted into your room without warning, making you jump. You yanked your earbuds out of your ears, giving him a look.
“I hate when anyone barges in, Vision. That includes you, too.” You pushed your chair away from your desk, placing your pen on the desk and shutting your notebook. “Tell him he can come in if he lets me become an Avenger.” You raised your voice at this, knowing he would hear you.
“He says that he’ll consider it if you let him in.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Touché.” You motioned for the door to open, and your father walked into the room, immediately taking his pristinely polished shoes off and lying down on your bed. You stared at him.“Dad, it’s not cool to wear sunglasses inside. You look lame.”
Tony Stark rolled his eyes at you. “It’s called a look, sweetheart.” You laughed, pretending to nod in agreement. He placed his hands behind his head as you spun your chair back around to your desk. “What are you working on?”
“Something for Bruce,” you muttered, pen cap between your teeth as you continued to jot down important points from his numerous lab reports. You were going to have to hand in a full analysis of his findings for your end of term science paper, and he was more than willing to aid you. “Science report.”
“My daughter, beautiful and intelligent, my flesh and blood,” Tony declared proudly.
“Dad, I love you to the death, but I’m still not your biological kid,” you smiled all the same, though, and he knew behind the tough exterior you were happy to hear his expressions of admiration.
“Who needs a biological kid when I’ve got this great, wonderful adopted one right in front of me.”
Not looking up from your notebook, you said, “You’re really laying it on thick today. I’m all of those things, obviously, but I know you want something. So, what is it?” You paused, then said, “Thank you, by the way.”
“You sure we’re not related?” He sat back up, clasping his hands together. “What do you say about Germany?”
“Nice enough place I guess, interesting history, why?”
“I kind of need you to go there for two weeks with me.”
With a groan, you dropped your pen and held your face in your hands. “Another surprise trip? Dad, I have school. I have homework! Do you see this?” You held up the thick stack of reports from Banner’s lab, waving them around. “This is gonna be, like, my life’s work.”
Tony shook his head. “Kids these days and their homework. Seriously. When I was at school I would have taken any opportunity to shirk my responsibilities.”
“You did do that.”
He waved his hand. “Technicalities. Anyway, as you know the Avengers have been disassembled. Sokovia Accords and all that bullshit. I assume you’ve been keeping up?”
“Hard not to.” It was true. Anything in the news was about the great split of the infamous team, Captain America vs Iron Man. It was impossible to turn on the television without hearing about it. And, considering you lived underneath the same roof as half of them, it was quite literally not an option to be ignorant to what was going on.
“Good,” he grinned proudly again. If there was one emotion that the man felt whenever he was around, it was proud. Nearly everything you did made him beam with pride, and if you had been placed into an actual high school, there was no doubt in his mind that the person at the top of every single class would be you. You excelled no matter the circumstances. “So, to sum up, there’s gonna be a big showdown in Germany. Western style, naturally. Guns blazing and everything.”
Your eyes lit up and you nearly flew out of your chair, rushing over to him. “Oh my god, are you finally gonna let me fight? You’ve seen my training, right? I’m getting so good. I’m like, practically Natasha level good. She’s been showing me that move where I can snap people’s necks with my thighs and-”
“First of all, your thighs are not going around anyone’s neck, so jot that down,” he interrupted. Your enthusiasm visibly deflated. “I need you to kind of watch over this kid who’s coming with us. He’s from Queens. You love Queens.”
“You’re making me babysit?” You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. “C’mon, dad, I’m sixteen. That’s practically an adult. I think I should be allowed to fight this time. I’m Avenger worthy.”
“Practically an adult is not the same as literally an adult, as in over eighteen.” You groaned again. “Don’t call it babysitting, anyway. He’s your age. Well, he’s a few months younger, but that doesn’t matter. Just call it… hanging out with a good kid that’s fighting for your dear old dad and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble in Germany or annoy Happy too much.” He patted your knee, standing up. “We leave in the morning, kiddo, so pack up.”
“How come he gets to fight if he’s younger than I am?”
“’Cause he’s not my daughter. Goodnight, light of my life.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, giving you another encouraging smile.
“Goodnight, pain my ass,” you grumbled as he left. He popped back in, a stern expression on his face. “If I watch your new protégée can I become an Avenger?” Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. Teenage girls were exhausting.
“We’ll talk about it.”
You’re sitting at your breakfast table with suitcases piled next to you when Peter Parker strolls into your life with happiness in his every footstep because he is just so, so glad to be there. You’re spooning cereal into your mouth when he sits down directly across from you, a video camera cupped in his soft looking hands and the little red button clicked on, meaning that he is recording you. You place your spoon back into the bowl of milk that is dusted with cinnamon sugar from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch you’ve been eating for the past ten minutes.
“Do you mind?”
“Mind what?” He asked, peeking up from behind his camera. You gestured toward it, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.
“The camera. I’m kind of still in the middle of eating breakfast in my pajamas,” you leaned forward, switching it off. “You must be the Spider-Boy.” The chestnut haired boy feels a blush creeping up his neck and settling along his cheekbones when you say that.
“Oh, did Mr. Stark tell you that?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Um, it’s Spider-Man, actually.” He mumbled the man part, knowing fully well that he didn’t look like much of a man in the eyes of anyone, his eyes casting down as he fidgeted with the strap on his camera.
“Oh good,” you nodded. You took another spoonful of cereal. “I like that better. Nicer ring to it.” You grabbed your box of sugary breakfast and pushed it toward him, an offering.
“Huh?” He was a bit dazed. He stared at the box in front of him and then realized he had been doing that for far too long of a time to be considered normal. “Oh, right, um, sure, thanks!” He opened the box and took a handful, shoving it in his mouth. You kept eating your cereal, silently staring at the bowl and willing yourself not to laugh at the boy in front of you. With all his nerves, he was still a bundle of energy and cheerfulness, and, well, let’s face it, he was sort of adorable. “So, you think my name’s cool?” He tried to sound suave, charming, as he said it, tried to smirk at you, but he stopped when he realized that he looked stupid.
You gave him a half smile. “It’s pretty good.” His face positively lit up with happiness to be taken seriously, and you knew the feeling too well. You stuck out your hand. “Oh, forgot to introduce myself-”
“Y/N Stark, adopted daughter of Mr. Stark, probably the smartest girl in all of New York and, uh, correct if I’m wrong but… Black Widow’s best student as well as Bruce Banner’s apprentice.”
You gaped at him. The blush he had been sporting crept up to his ears and made his nose turn the shade of a strawberry. “Well, uh, yeah,” you said, flustered. “Should I creeped out or flattered?”
“Flattered, please.” The genuine worry in his eyes as he leaned forward made you laugh. He had an endearing personality.
“Flattered it is.” You watched the slow sigh of relief leave his mouth, his hands flying up the mess of hair atop his head and fixing it distractedly. Your dad walked into the room, and Peter practically fell out of his chair trying to stand up and seem presentable. Your slouch was indicative that you didn’t care much. He was just your dad. “Morning, pops,” you slid the box over his way.
He frowned at it.” Y/N, that stuff is crap. I don’t know why you eat it.”
“Wanda and I like it,” you said defensively, a slip of the tongue. You knew your dad was going to get annoyed at the mention of the Scarlet Witch, who had evaded and ignored his attempts at keeping her powers under control. “It’s good. High quality. Right, Peter?” You whipped your head toward him.
He felt his heart give a little tug. He grabbed the box out of your hand and shoved more cereal in his mouth, the cinnamon sugar sticking to his lips. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. Best stuff ever,” he said through a mouthful of it. Tony gave them an amused glance, picking up your two heaviest suitcases and beckoning you both to the landing strip. Peter swallowed his food.
He didn’t even like Cinnamon Toast Crunch that much. He was just thrilled that you knew his real name.
Everything about this kid was infuriatingly dorky in the cutest way possible. You came to this conclusion as you boarded the jet with ease, sitting in your usual spot by the window and greeting Happy with your typical friendly smile and idle chitchat. Peter stumbled onto it with awe written across his features as he stared around the place, touching nearly everything much to Happy’s dismay.
“Haven’t you been on a plane before?” The man asked, growing irritated with the way the kid was filming everything. You saw Peter zoom in on Happy’s face and grinned out your window.
“Nope, never!” Peter exclaimed, his video camera still in front of him as he captured every detail of his trip.
“Well, sit down so we can take off,” Happy said gruffly, grabbing Peter’s shoulders and forcefully placing him into a seat.
Peter sat still for a moment, then hopped over to the seat next to you. He placed his camera in front of him on the tray table. “Y/N, smile for the camera. I’m recording.” You looked at him, then turned to the camera and gave it a deadpan stare. You even threw in a slow blink. “Good enough,” he shrugged. He kept it recording as he shifted in his seat so that his entire body was facing you, his chin resting in his hand and his elbow on your armrest. His gaze was sort of nice. “So, Miss Stark, I have a few questions.”
“Um, okay, shoot,” you closed your book that you had open on your lap. “I’m not that interesting, just so you know.”
“I think you’re interesting,” he assured you. You heard Happy let out a choked laugh at Peter’s flirting attempt, but it was just another thing you found sort of lovely. It was a genuine compliment. “What’s your favorite subject in school?”
You’d been expecting the typical what’s it like being Tony’s daughter spiel, and you were pleased to get an actual question about yourself for once. “I like everything, I guess. I kind of love school, but I don’t go to a conventional school, so. Training is cool, I like that a lot.”
“You train with Black Widow, I have to ask- can you show me some moves? I need to refine my technique before the fight,” he explained.
“Do you wanna learn how to crush people with your thighs?”
“Wow! Do you think I could? Could you teach me? That’s so cool,” he beamed, turning to the camera for a split second with an overexcited look.
You pursed your lips, staring out your window for a minute. You were up in the air by now, and there was long flight ahead of you. “Maybe. If my dad is okay with it. I have to check.” Peter looked confused,
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“He’s, you know, really overprotective.” You put your first against the cheek, leaning the same way that Peter was. You sighed. “I don’t have a lot of friends. Which is fine, but I can’t even attempt to go make any because I have a whole freaking SWAT team on my ass the minute I step out of the tower because he’s so worried about my safety.” You let your head hit the window, your eyes rolling skyward. “And that makes no sense because-”
“You’re really strong and stuff. You can protect yourself,” Peter finished.
“I think you know me a little too well, Peter,” you said, poking him lightly in the arm. “But… yeah, exactly. I don’t really get to do anything fun. I don’t have adventures. Sure, reading is fun and studying is fun for me and training is great and I love hanging out with everyone in the tower but I’m still a teenager. No fun for me, though. My life is pretty boring, sorry if that makes your little video diary suck.” You stuck your tongue out at his camera.
“No worries,” he said, taking it off the tray table and turning it toward you. “Tell me every boring detail, Miss Stark.”
“As long as you stop calling me Miss Stark.”
“You’ve got a deal.”
It was a seven hour trip, and you both passed out by the three hour mark after Peter had pried every excruciating detail from your life out of you. You hated sleeping on airplanes, but your head was slumped against his shoulder and his arm was knocking against your own and his sweatshirt was as soft as pillow. You remembered the shy glance he had given you just before you knocked out on his shoulder for the remainder of the flight. He had a sweet smile.
Peter filmed absolutely everything. He filmed himself getting off the plane and then filmed you getting off the plane and nearly shoved the camera in Happy’s face until he threatened to break it and Peter backed off. He radiated enthusiasm. “Look at this, and this, and this, oh shit wow that’s so cool look at this! Oh man this is good stuff!”
“Peter this is literally just the airport how am I supposed to take you around the actual city?!”
“OH WOW Y/N have you seen this!”
He zoomed in on your face, your devoid of emotion look appearing again. “Are you ever gonna smile for the camera?” He gave you a pout, doe eyes and all. You turned away.
“No. I’m supposed to be babysitting you, please be behave.” You touched your fingers to the bridge of your nose, dragging Peter to a couch. “Please sit. We’re getting the hotel reservations checked.”
“Do they juice boxes? I’m really thirsty.” He was just trying to make you laugh at this point, and annoying you was kind of funny for him. You let out an involuntary chuckle when he pretended to claw at his throat, throwing himself on the ground.
“I’ll make sure they have juice boxes for you, Petey. You’re such a seven year old, geez.” You pretended to gag.
Looking offended, Peter replied, “I’m actually twelve.”
Jokingly, you said, “You’re a twelve year old that’s going to get a punch in the face if you don’t settle down right now.” He stood up, directly in front of you with his light eyes and little grin, another feverish looking heat burning at his face. Nevertheless, he still said, “It’d be an honor to get beaten up by you.”
His voice, the sincerity he carried within it despite the ludicrous statement, made you feel those famed butterflies fluttering inside you. Maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes as he said it. Maybe it wasn’t. But something within you was starting to like Peter Parker, and you’d barely known him for twenty four hours.
Then again, it was hard to not like Peter. The kid was just so damn likable.
He had known it from the moment he first set his eyes upon you that day in the tower that he was a goner. If he had known it then, just from sitting down across from you with nothing to him but his lanky figure and a suit that resembled a onesie more than it did a costume fit for a hero such as he, he was sure of it now, a week and a half later.
Every day had been the same routine. He’d be up bright and early in the morning so you could help with him his training, teaching him how to utilize the suit your father had given him with ease rather than his usual tactic of jumping into everything blind. You’d been the one to help come up with nearly all of the web shooter combinations. He didn’t know all of them yet, or close to half of them, but he was progressing wonderfully.
After training, you’d give him the tour of your favorite places around Germany, close enough to where you’d both be able to get back to the hotel before dark. He filmed the both of you constantly, but you shied away from the cameras every time without fail. He couldn’t understand why, but he didn’t push. He just liked filming in general, and would accept you not smiling in any of his clips as long as you were still in there.
There was a beautiful sense of normalcy that came with hanging around Peter. You reveled in it. No one had ever made you laugh so hard with his ridiculous attempts at jokes or made you smile so much at his shy flirting skills that clearly needed to be revisited.
It was okay. You didn’t mind. And the fact that you didn’t tease him for it made him so, so happy.
Then, came the day of the fight. Peter had his camera out, he was dressed in his spidey suit, and you were standing there next to him dictating who he should and shouldn’t go after.
“Don’t go after Wanda ‘cause she could obliterate you in two seconds and Cap could crush you, too, but he won’t ‘cause he’s really nice like that. Bucky won’t care as much, though, so don’t do that- Ant-Man seems pretty cool and harmless but I don’t have as much intel on him and Peter if you get hurt you have to go hide somewhere-”
“I’m not gonna get hurt,” he said confidently.
You ignored him. “I’m gonna be in your earpiece, figuratively speaking, so I’ll hear everything you do and if you talk I’ll be able to hear you and you can hear me. So, just… keep me updated.” Peter took off his mask for a second, hair sticking up everywhere from the static. You leaned up, smoothing it back into place. Everything about him was soft. You wanted to curl up in it and stay there for as long as you could.
“I’ll be fine, Y/N, don’t worry,” Peter placed his hand on your shoulder. You felt your face heat up.
“I- I’m not worried.” You totally were. “I know you’ll be fine.” You didn’t want him getting hurt. “I just want you to be careful.” You didn’t want him to fight.
You could’ve sworn his face fell a bit when you said you weren’t worried, but he squeezed your shoulder anyway. Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw your arms around him, your nose pressing against his neck as you took a deep breath. He stood there for a second without doing anything until he realized that if he didn’t hug you back, he’d be the dumbest person on the face of the Earth. You felt his surprisingly defined arms hug you back.
You didn’t look at him when you pulled away. You stared at the spider emblazoned on his chest, gave him a quick good luck, then departed from the room. You sat on your own hotel bed with a rapidly beating heart.
The nerves were killing you. Ten more minutes. You opened your laptop and pulled up the system that would allow you to communicate across Team Stark. You were more focused on your dad and Peter. You tapped into your dad’s earpiece after placing the headset on. “Dad?” You spoke into the microphone.
“Hey, kiddo, everything okay?”
“Y-Yeah I just-” you took another breath. “Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N. Are you sure everything is okay over there?”
“Can you just make sure Peter gets out okay? If he gets hurt, bring him right back, please. That’s it.” Maybe it was a stupid request in someone else’s eyes, but you needed Peter to make it back in one piece. Tony Stark looked over at Peter Parker, crouching in his hiding spot and fumbling around with the gloves of his suit and gave the kid a knowing smile. Of course that was the one his daughter fell for in the end. Perfectly fitting.
“I’ll make sure.” You knew your father couldn’t see the grateful smile on your face, the sigh of relief that fell past your lips when he spoke these words.
Peter Parker, I swear if you make it out of this, I will smile like an idiot in every single one of your stupidly adorable video diary things. I swear. Just be safe.
“Your black eye is awful,” you told him, dabbing at it with more cream. “Totally ruins your face.”
“I think I look manly.”
“You think incorrectly.” You stepped back, your fingertips tilting his chin up so you could examine it further. “I think I got the worst of it. You did really well, Peter. Exceptionally well.” His face was glowing from your compliment.
“Can I get on that tape?” He asked excitedly, ducking under his hotel bed for his camera. You nodded, and he switched the camera on. He held out his arm so that you were both in frame. And you smiled. He forgot all about what you were supposed to say the moment that beautiful smile appeared there. “I- wow, Y/N.”
His stare was kind as it usually was. “You just-” he paused. “Your smile is really, really beautiful.” There was no way for you to turn away from the camera this time and you were left grinning like a lovestruck idiot at the boy in front of you, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
You slept the entire plane ride the way you had the last time, curled up against Peter. This time, it was intentional. One of your arms was flung across his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulders, the sweatshirt he had came in now swaddling you cozily. There were two separate cars waiting for you. You stood in between them when the flight got off, the sleeves of his sweater hanging off your hands as you reached out to grab his. He felt you push a piece of paper into his hand. “You better call me, Peter Parker. I’ll be really upset if you don’t.”
He wrapped you suddenly in an embrace that lifted you off your feet just a little bit, his lips pressing against your temple. “I’ll call you every day.”
He kept true to his word. Every day without fail, your phone rang with a call from Peter, and you fell asleep on the phone with him more often than not. If you weren’t on the phone with him, you were texting him, and if you weren’t doing that, you wished that you were. The consistent communication was better than nothing, but regardless, you missed his presence. You missed the way you felt walking next to him as he explained why chocolate ice cream was so clearly better than vanilla. You just missed him.
“Peter?” You held the phone to your ear, nestled in your blankets already even though it was barely nine o'clock. His sleepy voice mumbled out a yes? “Would it be stupid if I said that I missed you?”
She could practically hear his wide smile through the phone. “Of course not. I miss you, too. So much. Probably more than you miss me.”
“That’s so not true!” She scoffed.
“Wanna bet?” His tone was mischievous, no longer the hoarse, pretty voice of a boy just waking up from his nap. “Open your bedroom door.”
“Are you joking?”
You hung up the phone, throwing back your covers and not caring one bit that your hair was a dripping mess from your shower or that you were wearing a terrible set of hello kitty pajamas that weren’t meant for anyone over the age of ten based on the size of the top. You nearly tackled him to the ground when you saw him standing in your doorway, a happy squeal escaping your lips. You were surprised he even got in, considering your dad wasn’t home, but you figured Vision had let him in. Vision always had a way of knowing.
“Have I ever told you that you have a really pretty smile?” Peter’s lips hovered over yours, almost hesitant. You took the initiative to kiss first, your hands delving into his silk-like hair. There was no point in waiting anymore. Your noses bumped together clumsily when he tilted his head back, admiring. You could feel your whole being light up when he gazed at you the way that he did, in that admiring, careful, Peter way of his.
“Careful, Spidey,” You warned, hands on his chest as you stared right back up at him.
“Careful of what?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you one of these days if you keep looking at me like that.” It was only the truth, and you were a honest person.
“That’s sort of the plan,” he shrugged in a seemingly careless way, but he couldn’t hide it. He was an open book. An open book who loved you, and the way that you smiled at him when he pulled back his sleeve to reveal a web shooter, a strange glint in those brown eyes of his as he said, “You up for an adventure?”
Hi babes! This is a fluffy oneshot about Peter having a crush on one of Michelle’s friends at Midtown High. One day, he spots her reading outside and secretly takes a photo of her because he thinks that she looks too perfect to go unseen, and he pins the photo up in the back of his locker. Everything is fine until Flash Thompson gets his hands on Peter’s photo and brings it to her attention. After that, awkward cuteness ensues and I hope that you all like it!
Hot licks of pain seared throughout Peter’s body. His lip was split, there was a purpling bruise on his temple that was accompanied by a headache so powerful that it’s aching refused to be ignored. Even walking from class to class was taking a toll on Peter. He was exhausted and in pain, but Peter remained hellbent on keeping Queens safe, no matter the cost.
Peter’s eyes glazed over and his body was ready to shut down. Doing his best to keep himself up on his feet, he focused on the photo that he had tacked up of her in the back of his locker.
In the photo, the girl was outside, hidden beneath the shade of a rather large tree. She was stretched out on a light pink blanket, a copy of Charles Baudelaire’s, ‘The Flowers of Evil,’ open in front of her. There was a carton of fresh strawberries and a rather oversized iced coffee balanced haphazardly against her backpack on the ground with her, and every so often, Peter recalled how delightedly blissful she looked each time she bit into a ripe berry. The sun’s rays, the soft breeze wandering through the tree’s leaves, and the chatter bumbling down to her from their shared high school didn’t even faze the girl. Her mind remained with the poet’s.
After a few minutes of watching her, Peter felt soothed. Everything about her made him feel better. He loved the way she licked her lips after she ate, he loved the way that she read her favorite verses aloud, he loved the way that she laughed at herself when she nearly spilled her coffee, and he loved the way that she helped him forget about the constant stress that was now heavily present in his life.
When Peter finally snapped the photo, she was laying on her side, one hand wound into her silky hair to keep it out of her eyes, and the other hand holding her poetry book open. Her eyes were focused on comprehending the poems on each page, but she wore a soft smile on her lips that made it clear that she wasn’t scrutinizing anything too intensely. The girl was merely enjoying her free period in the sun and Peter longed to do the same.
Since then, Peter looked for her in almost every hallway, in every classroom window, and everyday at lunch. They’d spoken a handful of times, seeing as they were in the same history class, but other than class discussions, Peter hadn’t mustered up the nerve to say hello outside of an intellectual, in-class debate.
One day, she was late to history and when she’d walked into the room, she found that her normal seat next to the window had been taken, so she headed towards the first empty desk she saw. Peter, already occupying one of the seats, nearly suffered a heart attack when she placed her binder next to his and offered him a quiet “good morning.”
It had taken Peter a few seconds to force his brain to form a response to her and then to get his mouth to open and say the words that his brain was attempting to communicate back to her. When he stuttered out, “hey, yeah, good morning,” she didn’t tease him for his weirdness, instead she smiled at him and Peter could’ve melted onto the floor right then and there.
During that day’s lecture, their teacher was detailing women’s struggles throughout the years to gain the 19th amendment, which won women of all colors, and social standings the right to vote. She scribbled down notes and nodded in agreement with the teacher as she spoke of Ida B. Well’s, Lucy Burns’ and Alice Paul’s courageous actions in the suffrage movement. It was only after Flash Thompson opened his mouth that Peter observed a frown cross over her features.
“Why didn’t they just keep doing what Florence Kelley advised? If they had followed her directions, they wouldn’t have gotten radical and thrown into prison. Florence Kelley was meeting with President Woodrow Wilson, and he explained to her why he couldn’t grant women suffrage right then, but he said he would going forward. The National Women’s Party didn’t know what they were doing, and furthermore, they set the women’s rights movement back with their crazy antics.” Flash finished, folding his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair.
Glancing over at the girl in the chair next to him, Peter knew that not only was Flash painfully incorrect and uneducated, but she was clearly getting ready to put Flash back into his place.
“Wow, that’s actually so, so, so wrong.” She started, turning slightly in her chair to face Flash, “if Florence Kelley had kept asking President Wilson to recognize women as intelligent, reasonable beings capable of making a decisive decision, it’s unlikely that the 19th amendment would’ve been passed in 1920. The only reason women were granted suffrage is because of The National Woman’s Party. These women marched, were beaten in the streets, picketed in front of the White House, and were thrown into jail for the good of women everywhere. President Wilson only granted women the right to suffrage after women were dying in prison due to the hunger strike Alice Paul began. Not to mention, while these women were imprisoned, they were denied basic human rights and the entire reason they were in locked away in jail was because they were blocking traffic on the sidewalk. It took drastic measures to humanize women in men’s eyes and without the heroic antics of these women, who knows where women would stand today. I mean, a woman’s right to her own body is something that could be taken away at any moment, and women are constantly battling the image that men have imposed upon us. Therefore, your opinion is invalid because you apparently cannot grasp the severity of the situation, past and present.”
Peter, as well as the rest of the class, was stunned into silence. Normally, she didn’t partake in class discussions because she was shy, but now that she had, everyone in the room was shocked by the intellect that she had just destroyed Flash with. Peter wanted nothing more than to hear her speak all day, and maybe to introduce her to Aunt May.
Peter could barely focus as Michelle began to back her up. Leaning closer to the wonderfully insightful girl next to him, Peter let her know just how clever he found her. “That was amazing, everything you said was perfect and spot-on. That was the greatest thing that I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait for you do it again.” Peter congratulated the girl.
“You don’t think it was too much?” She asked worriedly, biting her lip and fiddling with the pencil in her hands.
Peter shook his head, his eyes wide, “No, no! Absolutely not! You would’ve made Alice Paul very proud.”
Placing a hand atop of his, she thanked him with a smile. “You’re the best, Peter,” she said before turning her focus back to their teacher.
After that, she had joined Peter on Flash’s hit-list, so Peter should’ve known better than to try and relax with his locker wide open. Peter was knocked out of his daydream of going home to her and simply curling up around her to sleep by Flash’s grabby hand, first shoving him out of the way, and then stealing his photo of her.
As Flash rushed down the hall, Peter struggled after him, both boys trying to beat each other to where she stood deep in conversation with Michelle about the numerous male authors whose most famous novels were stolen works from their wives.
“Flash, don’t” Peter shouted, as he tried to ignore the shooting pain traveling up his body.
“Too late, Penis Parker,” Flash called as he weaved gracefully inbetween students to get to their target.
“Oh my gosh,” Michelle muttered, rolling her eyes as she nodded her head towards the two boys heading their way. “Losers.”
“His lip is bleeding,” She said, concern lacing into her tone. “Do you think he’s okay?”
“Your boyfriend is fine, probably tripped over a lego or something on his way to the bathroom and banged his head into the wall on his way down.” Michelle tried to reason with her friend. She’d detected that her friend and Peter had the biggest of crushes on one another way before either one of them had, and she had made it her mission to mock them every chance she got.
Flash was the first to reach the two girls, holding up the photo of her that Peter had taken of her reading outside. “Parker, Penis.” He wheezed, “Penis Parker took this picture of you and had it taped up behind his textbooks in his locker.” Bending over to soothe the splint in his side, Flash handed the photo to the confused girl in front of him.
As Peter came to a stop in front of her and Michelle, he groaned and threw his hands up into the air, uttering a barely audible, “fuck.”
When the girls saw Peter up close, they found that Peter was barely recognizable due to all of the bruises masking his pale skin. Quickly handing the photo to Michelle, the girl surged forward, lightly grabbing onto Peter’s sweater to steady him. “Peter, what happened to you? You’re hurt,” she questioned, growing a little more distraught as she studied him face to face.
“The picture, I’m sorry, I know it’s so creepy. I didn’t mean to be a weirdo and I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I swear that I’m not stalking you.” Peter mumbled, trying unsuccessfully to keep his lip from bleeding.
“Peter, I don’t care about the photo. What happened to you? Oh no, your lip is bleeding,” She rambled, steering Peter towards the bench nearest to them. “Sit,” she instructed, digging through her backpack for a tissue to dab Peter’s cut with.
“You’re seriously not going to say anything about the picture he clearly took of you?” Flash whined, refusing to accept defeat.
Michelle raised her eyebrows, “No, I think it’s disturbing too. You’re not alone in that, Flash.”
“Do you need ice?” She asked Peter, guiding Peter to look up so she could inspect his face for any further damage. “You need ice, Michelle, could you please go get him ice? Flash, could you please go away?” She asked, looking at the pair over her shoulder.
Flash was nearly beside himself, “it’s weird! You have to acknowledge that it’s weird that he not only took a photo of you without your knowledge, but that he has it pinned up like you are his girlfriend or something? Really not going to say anything about that?”
“For all you know,” she said, turning to face Flash as she did that day in class, “Peter could very well be my boyfriend!”
Peter’s jaw dropped so far that she had to readjust his head to keep the tissue on his open wound. Gently prying her helping hand from his lip, “wait, really?” Peter asked. “You’d be my girlfriend after all this?”
“This is disgusting,” Michelle interjected. Handing Peter’s photo back to him, she grabbed Flash by the collar of his polo shirt and dragged him down the hallway. “We’ll be back with ice and some band-aids.”
She and Peter could hear Flash’s discontented grumbles as he followed Michelle down to the nurse’s office to retrieve some medical aid for Peter.
“Are you really not freaked out?” Peter asked, staring up at her with big, brown, puppy-dog eyes.
Sighing, she moved to stand in between Peter’s legs to inspect how much further his lip had split. “If you keep talking, the cut is never going to heal. This,” she gestured to Peter’s clearly damaged frame, “freaks me out more than anything. What’s happening to you? If I can help you, please let me. I care about you and I hate that you’re hurt.” She pouted.
She was so close that Peter could smell all the floral notes in her perfume, and if he wanted to, he could hug himself close to her and never let go. “I can’t tell you what’s happening, but if I stop, things will get worse. Not just for me, but for everyone. I’m trying to help.”
Running a hand through his hair, she shook her head. “Then let me help you. If you’re helping everyone, you deserve to have someone help you, and I want you to let me be that person, Peter.”
Pinching the palm of his hand, Peter spotted Flash and Michelle returning with ice, ointment and bandages in hand, and he knew that he had to be quick. “It would really help me if you went out to dinner with me. Just being with you would help me. That’s why I took the picture of you. Every day that I felt like I was drowning, I would look at you, well the picture of you, and it would help me to breath again.”
“Pick me up on Saturday. I’ll be ready at 7:30,” she agreed, much to not only Peter’s, but Flash’s surprise.
“Come on!” Flash hissed, “how is it that Parker gets a date with a hot girl after he hides in the bushes and takes secret pictures of her? What the hell is going on right now? Do I live in the twilight zone?”
“For fucks sake, Flash.” Michelle muttered, turning to him with squared shoulders, “she clearly knew that he was taking the photos of her. Who would smile while reading ‘The Flowers of Evil?’ And beyond that, she’s liked him for months and he’s liked her for months. All you’ve really done is finally bring them closer together. Congratulations Flash, your plan has officially backfired.”
Flash groaned throughout the rest of the day and Michelle planned on teasing him for the rest of the school year. The girl’s cheeks were flushed pink until she went to sleep, and Peter couldn’t stop smiling, even though it only made the split in his lip worse.
He Thought He Could Intimidate Me Into Sacrificing a Stranger
I’d been bar-hopping with several friends, and they’d headed home, leaving me in the last bar. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw a guy come in and make his way through the bar, just surveying the scene. There had been a table of college girls toward the back, and I realized that all of them had left except for one girl who was obviously intoxicated. I was in my mid-twenties at the time, and the guy was probably the same or a little older, but the drunk girl was obviously a second year student, maybe even underaged. While I watched, the guy sat down at her table and attempted to talk to her. She was so drunk she could hardly interact with him. I went over to the bartender and asked if he knew where the girl’s friends had gone, and he shrugged, saying that they’d left earlier. While I was standing there talking to him, the strange man got the college girl on her feet, half carrying her, and started toward the door.
Me being me, I intercepted the guy, and asked him if he knew the girl. He insisted that he did, but refused to tell me her name. Then he produced a first name but no last name. Her purse was hanging on her outside arm, just a wristlet around her wrist and I snatched it off her arm, and pulled out her college ID and it was a totally different name than the one the guy had given me. Now that I had the girl’s purse, he started to get angry, but he couldn’t tell me where she lived, or anything else about her. He kept insisting that he was just going to give her a ride home, and I kept refusing to let them leave. The entire time, the bartender just watched, like he didn’t know what to do.
Finally, the guy let go of the girl and kind of shoved her toward me (she could barely stand on her own) and then he starts telling me that I should mind my own business, and that I’ve got some nerve insinuating that he was anything but a good samaritan trying to make sure a drunk girl got home safely. I informed him that I was going to call a cab for the girl, and he asked me if I was going to call one for myself, because it was late, and “not very safe for single girls with bad attitudes to walk anywhere alone” I have never been easily intimidated by anyone, and I’ve grown up working on farms and training horses, so physically I’m very fit and strong even though I’m only 5'5. I told him I’d never met anyone I couldn’t handle yet, but that he was welcome to step up and try me. He blew me off and left the bar in a huff.
I called a cab. The bartender asked who was paying for it, and I told him I would if the bar wouldn’t, and then wondered what it would do for their reputation if people found out this was how they treated college girls in a college town. After that, the bartender offered to pay for the cab. I called numbers in the girl’s phone (she just sat there in a drunk stupor) until I got ahold of her roommate (who hadn’t gone out that night) and explained what had happened. The roommate gave me their address and told me that she was going to go out front and wait for the cab. When the cab got to the bar, I told the driver where to go, and that I had his cab number, and the girl’s roommate was waiting for him, and that if anything went wrong, it was going to be his ass. He was dubious, but left with the girl, and within 15 minutes the girl’s roommate texted me on my phone and told me that she’d gotten her friend and everything was fine.
Then I started to walk to my car, which was a few blocks away. And there was the guy from the bar, actually waiting around to try and scare me. He honestly thought, after all of that, and even after I made it clear that I wasn’t afraid of him, that he could intimidate me. He started to cross the street my way, saying that I should have taken him seriously when he warned me about how it wasn’t safe to walk alone and that I’d better be prepared to make up for getting in his way earlier. I thought he might attack me, but instead of backing off, I headed right for him, reiterating that I’d be happy to take him on if he wasn’t afraid of getting his ass kicked by a woman. I was honestly ready to fight him, but he abruptly backpedaled calling me a “crazy bitch” and saying that I “needed to learn how to take a joke” and then he left, yelling back over his shoulder that “There aren’t nosy bitches in every bar, but there are plenty of drunk ones in this town.” I’ve never seen him in the decade since, but I never go out that I don’t think about that asshole, and wonder how many girls he’s carted off from bars and raped or assaulted.
She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)
First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.
Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.
And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.
let me know if you liked this it’s tragically long i went overboard haha
first and foremost, peter would be the most loving/attentive/caring and overall best boyfriend to ever exist, ever
he’s also a needy baby who likes attention
“You haven’t kissed me in, like, five whole minutes”
majority of the time you make peter very flustered so you’re usually the one to initiate the kisses because he’s a blushing mess
he thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to ever walk the earth
he cannot believe you’re as in love with him as he is with you
“How’d I get so lucky”
“Peter stop it it’s not like I’m a magical princess I’m normal stoppp”
“But are you sure about that”
he will adamantly deny that he likes staring at you but that’s all he does when you’re with him
he prefers to call it gazing because it sounds less creepy and the last thing he wants is for you to think he’s a creep
he likes to tease you about the fact that you had a crush on him for most of your freshman year and it annoys you endlessly
“That’s so cute Y/N how adorable”
“I will literally break up with you right now”
“What no no I’m sorry I love you don’t do that”
the first time he told you that he loved you he stuttered for a solid ten minutes, almost cried because c’mon Peter just tell her you love her you idiot she’s gonna hate you if you keep stumbling over your words like a madman oh my god you haven’t said anything in five minutes no one has ever been silent this long
finally he closed his eyes and choked out the words and when he opened his eyes he swore that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the way you were smiling at him in that very moment
after that he has no problem saying it to you whenever he can no matter where you are or what you’re doing
“Mr. Parker can you please share what you were just whispering to Ms. Y/L/N with the rest of the class?”
“Oh yeah I was just telling her that I love her because I do and I need to make sure that she doesn’t forget” *cue adorable smile*
“Oh my god Peter please be quiet I love you too you weirdo”
he kind of lives for embarrassing for you, he thinks it’s the funniest thing
you love Ned too and it kind of makes Peter jealous sometimes which is just hilarious to witness
“You’re spending an awful lot of time with Ned”
“…………..I spend every waking moment with you and Ned hangs out with us dummy”
you’re the only person he tells about being Spider-Man because you’re you and he can’t keep something like that from the love of his life that’s just not how it works
when he sends Happy voicemails every day he makes sure to update him on how you’re doing and whatever thing you do that day that Peter found adorable
when Happy finally texts Peter back he doesn’t ask Peter how he’s doing he asks about you
Peter introduces you to Tony with a proud smile on his face as he practically shoves you at him
“Mr. Stark Mr. Stark Mr. Stark this is my girlfriend the one Happy told you about I wanted her to meet you isn’t she cool Mr. Stark”
“As long as she’s not as hyper as you are I think I’ll like her very much”
“Oh great ‘cause she’s very calm right Y/N?”
“Peter babe please stop yelling in my ear”
“I like her already!”
he’s very big on calling you my love because it makes you get all shy and you turn away from him since you’re getting embarrassed
he proudly talks about you to anyone within earshot and everyone comes to love you because adorable, precious Peter Parker does too
Aunt May might love you more than Peter does
sometimes Peter will come home to find you already sitting at the table with her sipping coffee out of his favorite mug and talking about your days and he just lights up with happiness
you yell at him every time he loses yet another backpack
“when will you learn your lesson about webbing your bag to the wall in dark alleys where thieves and probably murders hang out”
“that’d be a never”
you kind of hate that he’s Spider-Man since the job is extremely dangerous and he literally almost died fighting Vulture
“are you sure you’re okay? i don’t want you dying on me”
“i would never leave you my love i promise”
you yell at him whenever he comes back to his house with new bruises and injuries but he knows you’re just yelling because you care and so he takes the yelling and the angry crying from you and hugs you really tight and strokes your hair and tells you that he’s fine and it’s just a scratch and gives you the whole you should see the other guy spiel
he draws engagement rings on your ring finger and swears he’ll make sure it’s a real one day and not just a shitty circle drawing because yeah he’s fifteen and so are you but who cares you’re the one for him and living without you is a life he doesn’t want to even imagine
it’s just not an option and never will be
he gets anxiety whenever you have to ride the train out of Queens and back into Manhattan alone since that’s where you live
“but what if something happens and i’m not there and you get hurt i wouldn’t be able to live with myself”
he goes through metro cards like water in the summer when he doesn’t have his student one because he refuses to let you take the train alone
he never lets go of your hand when you’re together… so basically he’s never once stopped holding hands with you unless absolutely necessary
you telling him to ask Tony to let you become an avenger
you want to be Black Widow 2.0
or maybe Scarlet Witch but you don’t have powers like Wanda does so Black Widow 2.0
Tony actually says he’ll think about it because whenever he goes to see Peter or Peter comes to see him you tag along ( “we’re kind of a package deal Mr. Stark” ) and you’ve grown on him considerably
after Peter meets the Avengers for the first time you plead with him to let you meet them too and when he finally relents you almost faint in front of Cap and have a heart attack in front of Natasha
“Sorry she’s a little excited she’s not usually like this”
“I think I need a glass of water or an oxygen tank”
“Mr. Stark do you have an oxygen tank”
“She didn’t faint in front of me I’m offended Y/N”
Cap offhandedly says you and Peter are cute kids and you almost die
Peter is definitely not jealous aT ALL
you reassure him that you love him more than Cap and always will
you would never want Peter to think for a second that anyone else could ever take you away from him you love him too much to think about that
he’s just ridiculously head over heels beautifully in love with you and he wears that love on his sleeve for the entire universe to see and doesn’t care if he’s called “whipped” because hell yeah he is
he managed to become the boyfriend of the most divine person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting
who wouldn’t be a lovestruck mess over you is the better question
Gladio, Iggy and Noct are on their roadtrip when they come across a bunch of cars spread across the road Battered and smoking Some have been flipped over the barrier, people littering the ground as well as bodies of beasts and the black sludge that’s a telltale sign of demons
All the devastation converges on one car somewhat down the incline so they decided to check it out
Theyre almost on the car when a shot rings out and only Gladio’s quick reflexes saves them as he gets his shield out and up
summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…
word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)
a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy
Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.
“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.
Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.
Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.
“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.
“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.
“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…
“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.
“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.
“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.
“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.
“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.
“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.
“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.
Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit
Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.
Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.
“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.
“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…
You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.
“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.
“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother.
“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.
You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.
“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.
“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”
In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.
When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?
“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.
“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded.
“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.
“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.
“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.
Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Summary: Reader, being reckless gets hurt
on a mission. Days later, when she gives her final report to her boyfriend
Steve, it provokes an argument between them. Word Count: 3.5k Genre: general fiction containing
explicit sexual content. Warnings: argument, mild swearing, mentions
of death. NSFW/SMUT: makeup sex, praise kink, soft dirty talking, nipple
play, oral sex (female receiving), slow fingering, overstimulation, multiple
orgasms, and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill.
[Cover your stone before you bone!] Author’s Note: especially written for @always-an-evans-addict‘s writing challenge. I hope you like this one, sweetie.
New Avengers Facility
“Steve, you read my report and
Wanda told you what happened. That’s it. Can’t we just move on?”
“That’s it? That’s it?!”
Behind the closed door of your
boyfriend’s office, you uncomfortably explained yourself, keeping in mind that
people around you could probably sense the walls vibrating under the force of
You’d never thought that blowing out
the last Hydra base found in Argentina
would provoke such a drama within the team, or between you and the super
soldier. Usually, you and Steve argued about the group’s mistake, not yours.
When the incident happened in South America,
you realized that if Wanda hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t be alive
It came in many shapes and forms. Men’s roaming gazes as you walked past. The way guys would leer at you, objectifying you with their stares and their wolf whistles. You were used to coming face to face with judgment.
People made assumptions about you and always had. Guys you slept with always approached you and you knew they had seen you and made a snap judgment about who you were. Girls who saw you narrowed their eyes and protectively put a hand on their boyfriends knees when you walked past. People saw you and decided that they knew who you were, you didn’t have a say in the matter. In their eyes you were already the slut, the loose one, the messy one, and nothing you could say or do would change that judgment call.
So it had been a surprise when you had met Namjoon’s eyes last week and seen no judgment there.
“AHHHH!” A loud shriek pierced the otherwise silent ship, starling the occupants from their state of relaxation.
The paladins sprinted towards the source of the sound in a panic, all finding themselves in front of Lance’s door, panting, weapons at the ready.
Shiro, who arrived first, burst through the door and scanned the room for immediate danger. Seeing the room empty he relaxed and moved further into the room that smelt distinctly of sea.
He rushed over to Lance who was slumped over his desk, signs of his previous tasks pushed to the floor, the others close behind. Lance was on the floor, curled up in pain, sweat streamed off him in fountains.
“Lance? Can you hear me?” Shiro asked firmly, he got no response. He reached his biological hand down and onto Lance’s forehead, hissing as he got burnt.
Hunk ran out in worry, headed for Coran and the healing pods. Shiro quickly picked Lance up but almost dropped him when Lance began thrashing around, weak whimpers making their way through his lips as his face screwed up in pain.
The remaining team sprinted out of the room, Shiro careful not to jostle Lance too much as they made their way to the medical bay. Ahead of them they saw Coran quickly setting up one of the pods.
"Does he need a suit?“ Pidge asked in a rush and Coran shook his head.
“We can do that if he needs long term recovery!” Coran said and opened the pod, Shiro handed Lance over to Coran who gently placed him in the pod. It hissed close and immediately began scanning.
"What happened to Lance?“ Allura asked after a tense silence, Keith looked up.
"We’re not sure,” Keith said and Hunk quickly added on.
“We just heard his scream and then we found him on the floor,” Hunk said and twisted his fingers together nervously. “Maybe it’s a fit?”
“The pod is almost finished scanning.” Coran said and a loud beep resonated from the machine, the team huddled around as Coran read the symbols popping up on the monitor. Corans twirled his moustache in confusion. “It’s not detecting anything wrong… Just a heightened magnetic energy coming from his brain.”
“What would that mean?” Pidge asked as she tried to read the report.
“It may be a migraine,” Coran suggested and sighed. “But having him in the pod will not help him any, we’ll have to pull him out.”
“….” The paladins watched in unsure silence as Coran pressed a few buttons and he pod once again opened, Lance slumped out and Coran caught him. He carried him over to a bed and winced when Lance moaned and grasped his head.
“My boy,” Coran whispered and Lance’s eyes slowly- painfully- opened.
“Coran, my head hurts.” Lance said and winced. “What’s the matter? Why is everyone talking?”
“No one’s talking.” Shiro whispered and Lance cried out in pain.
“You’re all talking too much, stop, it hurts.” Lance whined and curled up into himself.
Everyone stayed silent, staring at Lance in worry.
“Please.” Lance moaned out in pain before his eyes fell shut once more and he slumped into the bed. Everyone looked at each other but before anyone could talk Allura ushered them all except Coran out of the room.
Coran hadn’t the slightest clue what was wrong with the paladin.
Lance awoke, the blank ceiling staring back at him, as if to taunt his existence. He heard whispers, silent murmurs pass through his mind. But he felt nothing but the slight, dull pain in his mind.
He really needed a drink.
So, he got up- wincing at a sudden pain that passed through his mind- and made his way towards the kitchen. The whispers grew louder and Lance tried to block them out- but he couldn’t- they were at the forefront of his mind, demanding attention. He still couldn’t make out what they were, but he had to wonder if he were simply hearing things, if he had gone crazy. Gotten some type of cabin fever in space.
He finally made it to the kitchen but he winced as one of the voices took prevalence over the others, he began to recognise the voice. The worried thoughts, endless with questions, filled with an intelligent undertone. Pidge.
He had no clue why he was hearing Pidge. Maybe he had banged his head, maybe he truely was going crazy. Or maybe Pidge was simply talking loud.
The kitchen was empty when he made it there, he quickly got himself a drink of water before gulping it down and filling the cup once more. Then he made his way out, going in search of the others.
He first found Keith, Keith’s voice got louder and Lance clutched his head in pain. Keith turned and raised his hand to greet Lance but dropped it when Lance ran out of the room.
On his way back to his room he bumped into Pidge. Whispers ran through Lance’s mind like a scream and Lance cried out, unused to the invasion of his mind. Pidge held her arms out for Lance in worry but cried out when he bolted from the scene.
He finally made it to his room, Lance locked the door behind him and slid onto the floor, tears pouring from his blood shot eyes. The whispers in his head calmed down, every now and then a more alert and clear voice would cut through the canopy of murmurs and every time Lance would wince.
He was going crazy. Officially bonkers. Lance pulled at his hair desperately.
‘Where is Lance?’ Lance whipped his head around in search of the posh voice. It was Allura.
‘He’s probably in his room.’
There’s no way Lance had heard Allura talking through the door. He was loosing his mind.
‘Was this his room?’
Lance shook his head, there was no way he had heard any of that. But surely, a knock sounded and Lance yelped in shock. A variety of sentences came through to Lance’s mind and lance blinked back painful tears. “Lance?” The muffled voice came through the door and Lance wavered.
There were other words being spoken, some he couldn’t catch others he could get a vague meaning of. But none of them spoken aloud, none of them muffled through the metal wall separating them. All of them in Lance’s mind.
Lance opened the door and Allura took in his tearful, dishevelled appearance and blinked in surprise. “Lance, are you feeling fine?” ‘He looks bad, maybe I should cut them all some slack’
“Yeah. It’s just a head ache but the others might appreciate a break too.” Lance answered absent-mindedly.
“Pardon?”‘Did I miss a part of the conversation?’ Now Lance was confused.
“No…. You didn’t miss any of the conversation?” Lance said questioningly and Allura gasped.
“Did you hear that?” Allura asked and Lance frowned. ‘Can you hear this?’
“Yeah” Lance asked looked at Allura weirdly. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I didn’t say that aloud.” Allura answered and frowned. ‘Watch my lips.’
Her lips didn’t move, not even an inch. Yet he could still hear her.
“…..” Lance stared at her in horror as more thoughts flooded his mind, thoughts of her home planet, thoughts of her life before. But mainly her hatred for those who destroyed her planet. Hatred for Zarkon.
All thoughts she couldn’t stop, they were a constant stream. Never ending.
“Lance, please don’t freak out, it’ll make this all worse.” Allura tried to calm as she noticed the hazy look in Lance’s eyes. Sweat formed between Lance’s brows and he looked faint.
“I-I can read- your mind?” Lance questioned and Allura looked as lost.
“Possibly” Allura said and looked down. ‘I’ll have to see if Coran knows about this.’
Allura left. Lance concentrated on the whispers passing through his mind. They were his teammates.
Hunk’s anxious stream of though. Keith’s brash word. Pidge’s blunt though process and Shiro’s tortured whispers.
All within Lance’s brain, waiting to be deciphered. Lance rubbed his temple, trying to rid the headache.
Lance could read minds.
Lance cautiously made his way down the hallway of the ship, headed to the medical bay. Everyone was already there, waiting for Lance. Lance knew that of course.
He walked through the door and cringed at the flood of voices. Thoughts mixed with real conversation, leaving Lance in a muddled haze.
He could hear many things directed his way, thoughts and actual words as the team crowded around him.
“My boy,” Coran’s calm voice pierced through the confusion and Lance focused on him, feeling a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to my voice only.”
The other paladins had stopped talking and Coran walked closer. “Do you feel the separation?”
Lance nodded, feeling the voices recede. There was a distinct wall between his own consciousness and their thoughts.
Coran took Lance’s face into his hands. “Now, focus on pushing the voices away, thickening that wall.”
Lance did as told, pushing his friends worries and thoughts and secrets away. Wincing when a particular thought would yell out. Finally, the thoughts receded and all they were was a small whisper in the back of his mind.
Lance released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and grabbed Coran’s arms for support. “Breathe my boy,” Coran whispered and Lance felt like crying.
The headache was gone.
“There will always be a wall beween your thoughts and ours,” Coran stated and patted Lance’s back. “Just remember that and use it to control it.”
“How did you know that?” Lance asked after a long pause and Coran smiled sadly.
“I should have realised sooner,” Coran looked down in thought. “It’s always a trait the blue paladin gains, after all.”
I know a lot of guys wanna improve their strength, and summer is definitely a good time for that. Many of us have more free time now that it’s summer. Perfect time to try out the gym. If you’re thinking of working on getting go the gym more this summer, I have a few tips that could really help:
Starting off is tough. Get through 2 weeks, though, and you’ll probably be able to make going to the gym a consistent habit! The first week is definitely the hardest. If you can, find a friend to work out with. Put the offer out there, and you’d be surprised who might say yes. It’s definitely more motivating to go when you have a friend going with you. It’ll keep you both accountable, on track, and motivated. Trust me, it worked for me back when I first decided to get serious about exercising.
Start taking a multi-vitamin. Sure, you should be able to get enough nutrition from food alone, but some diets have holes in them and multi-vitamins can fill those in. If you don’t have proper nutrition, you won’t see results, and you might actually strain your body. I know not all of us make the best food decisions every day. This will help your body stay on track.
Increase your protein intake on days you work out. When you lift weights, this is especially important. Meats are all high in protein. Try and make choices that tend to be lower in fats. Eggs are your best friends! Fish is great, and omega oils are Good for you, yo. Beans, peanut butter, nuts, milk, and yogurt all have protein, too (and the dairy items have calcium! an extra plus!), so don’t stress if you can’t have meat! And while we’re on the subject of protein, this is extremely important to point out: Protein shakes are NEVER a meal-replacement. Skipping meals or eating less than 2000 calories (if you’re counting) will hurt you. Seriously. Don’t do that. Protein shakes are meant to be consumed after workouts, unless they are specifically pre-workout shakes. Whey protein will be tough on those of you who are lactose-intolerant, because it’s made from milk, so even though it’s typically cheaper than other plant-based protein powders, the extra money will help you not feel terrible. The easiest on the stomach, I have found, are rice-based protein powders. If the store has little individual packets, buy different flavors and different ones to see which one(s) you like best. I personally am partial to the generic CVS chocolate flavored whey powder.
If you are just starting out on lifting, do NOT go heavy. Your muscles will build p strength faster than your tendons, so you could hurt yourself if you try to go too heavy too fast. If something hurts, do NOT do the exercise. Know your limits, and never push yourself to a crazy degree. I know you wanna impress your friends you’re at the gym with, or even the cute person you’ve been eyeing across the gym, but if you hurt yourself, you will look like a huge fool. It will ruin you. Don’t. Instead, do lighter weights with higher reps. I usually go for 3 sets of 10 reps, but you can go for anywhere from 8-12 reps. Only after you have built up a certain degree of strength would I even attempt to go heavier and even target certain body parts and muscle groups more intensely than others.
Have at least 2 rest days! Rest days are important. Your body needs to recover, or else it will never grow. You’ll also just exhaust yourself, and that’s not good. Use your rest days to just chill out. Stay hydrated and stretch so the soreness from your gym days won’t make you stiff and will dissipate faster!
Split your lift days by muscle-groups. This will keep your workouts structured and keep your body’s development proportional. I divide my days up like this: pull day (biceps and back), push day (triceps and chest with some shoulders), leg day (and yeah, don’t skip it), and shoulder day (since I just really want mine to develop well lol). I do abs every time, after I lift, but you can also do them before. Don’t skimp out with abs. Sure, it hurts, but the results are great. Core strength will really help with overall strength! I do at least 5 weight-lifting exercises for each designated day. Stretch before, and then get going! If you are unsure about your form for an exercise, most gyms have personal trainers who are willing to help you. Don’t be afraid to ask them a question! Youtube is also a great resource for videos on form. I like AthleanX’s videos, as well as Gabriel Sey’s, and Buff Dudes. Proper form is extremely important, otherwise you could strain your body or even seriously injure yourself. It’s especially important for heavier exercises.
Cardio days are good for you! Have at least 1 cardio day in your week! Walking, biking, jogging, dancing, and the elliptical are great for cardio. Swimming is also good cardio, but as a poor swimmer myself, I don’t really get much of a workout from it. If you have friends who like to play sports, soccer, basketball, etc are great for getting in some cardio and also making it fun (because jogging is honestly boring unless you jog outside or have a killer playlist). Speaking of jogging, I know this may sound silly to some of you, but try not to jog at night, especially if you’re a younger guy. Safety is important, and believe it or not, younger men in their 20s are the most common victims of violent crime. Know where you are, jog with a friend or two, be aware of your surroundings (if your music is so loud you can’t hear the cars passing by, turn it down a notch), and have your phone available in case you need to make a call. If things look iffy, call it a night and go home. If you’re in a hospital (or freaking dead), you won’t be working out much anymore.
This may sound silly, but celebrate your results! Get excited over your gains. Take selfies, flex in the mirror, admire those veins that pop that weren’t there before. Also, little tip: the secret to getting arms that look bigger is working your triceps. They’re more of your arms than your biceps, so even though nice biceps look hot, good triceps will make you look stronger. It’ll make you look impressive! And being excited about your results from all your hard work will help keep you motivated!
Those are a lot of tips, so that’s enough for now. If you have questions that are more specific, my ask box is open and you can even message me if you’d prefer. Don’t be afraid if you don’t know anything about working out – that was once me, too. I ain’t gonna judge you, yo. Like I said, I don’t have any professional knowledge, but I figured some of what I know may be helpful. I won’t be able to answer every question you send my way, but if I can find a video or article that can, I will definitely send that your way instead. Have fun, and try and stay motivated! Best of luck on them gains, yo.
sports: the star player and point guard for the uni’s basketball team
clubs: wanted to join the art club but it conflicted with practice so his coach said he should drop it
jaehyun is what you could call a campus celebrity, as in everyone always greets him and not only students ,,,,,,,but teachers too
all the faculty are always like jaehyun!!! you won us another trophy!!!! and jaehyun is like “well the whole te-” and they’re like cANT WaIT foR YOU TO TAKE US TO NATIONALS
and he’s just,,,,very humble about it because he doesn’t really know what to do with all the attention,,,,,and his friends (we are all looking at johnny) don’t let him live it down
and it’s /true/ his basketball scholarship is paying his full tuition and he loves the sport,,,,,,,,so he plays and practices with everything he’s got
but also,,,,,he’s got interests and hobbies
and everyone on the team thinks he chose his “art major” because it’s “easy” and wont cut into practice
because they’re all like jaehyun,,,,,you’re gonna get scouted and go pro right??????
but the reality is jaehyun,,,,,,jaehyun likes art. he likes looking at it, learning about it,,,,,,,,and making it
yuta once pointed out that jaehyun’s hands are perfect for playing basketball they’re strong and big and can hold the ball really well while,,,,,,,ahem taeyong here with his bony little - jkjk
but jaehyun had agreed,,,,,his hands are nice,,,,,but they’re strong not only for basketball but because he likes to sculpt
just being in the studio,,,working with clay,,,,it calms him down but it also takes a lot of physicality that people overlook
and out of everyone it feels like only some of his friends get that his future isn’t just basketball basketball basketball,,,,,,
like mark and ten think it’s really cool and taeil always seems to cut the conversation when doyoung and johnny go off on tangents about how ~cool~ pro basketball jaehyun will be
but,,,,,,,,jaehyun knows he has responsibilities to the team,,,the school,,,,,and to keeping his scholarship
also lets all take a moment to enjoy jaehyun in the basketball uniform,,,,sweaty,,,,towel around his neck
or even better,,,,,jaehyun after practice in a tank top,,,,,sweat pants,,,,,wet hair from the showers
ok ahem moving on
johnny does this thing where he yells JEFFREY at every game and jaehyun would flip him off if he wasnt such a sweet person LOL
keeps all the banners people make for him because he doesnt have the heart to throw them away or not accept them
and his roommate mark is like bro,,,,,,,,bro our closet is overflowing,,,brO
half the people in his art classes think he’s a joke and try to be high and mighty about how he’s just a jock,,,,,,,,,,but the other half are just heart eyes because wOW look at his muscles
does the thing where he carries everything during studio or shop classes like literally carried about fifteen peoples projects,,,,then held the door open for people getting their huge portfolios or canvases through the door,,,,,got the wood for one person,,,,the clay blocks for another
he really cannot say no,,,,,,,its a problem jfldsgifdjlkfs
he comes back from class completely SPENT and mark is like,,,,,,,i didn’t know art involved so much,,,,,heavy lifting
jaehyun with his face in the pillow: you dont even know mark,,,,,,you dont even know
wakes up super early to go running and do push ups on the field and everyone thinks he’s being super intense listening to some wild edm music getting pumped up but actually he’s listening to a podcast on alien abduction or something because hes always bringing it up like
catch him sitting in sculpture II talking to his seatmate about the existence of extraterrestrial beings
and the person is just like ???????? and jaehyun is like “im telling you,,,,,they exist!!!!”
and then after he’s sitting next to ten and johnny telling them what happened and how his seatmate looked kinda scared and ten is like oh sweetheart,,,,,,,,,,,,,you probably gave the kid a heartattack
johnny just laughs his ass off so much he chokes on his rice
he’s a silly boy,,,who is actually much more than his athleticism and he secretly wishes more people,,,,,,,would just accept him as a normal college student and not the ‘star player of the basketball team’
like he wants to join clubs!! meet people!! talk to teachers about upcoming exhibits,,,go to museums,,,,go on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,dates
but he also feels like he can’t let people down not when even winwin is asking him to sign his notebook because wow jaehyun is on a real winning roll for the team!!!!
sometimes when he gets super tired from practice and class he’ll start sleep talking to himself in english and he’ll do it like right in the library where he fell asleep on his books
doyoung even took a video of it and it became a meme on campus,,,,,,jaehyun was not happy and chased doyoung around the campus like ten times till taeil just took doyoungs phone and deleted it
doyoung: how did you get my password???
taeil: i knew your password was ilovetaeyong don’t play yourself
you know jaehyun because he’s in your sculpting studio class and unlike most of the people there you don’t care that he’s a jock but you also don’t care about his good looks
mostly because,,,,,,,you care about your sculpture LOL not some dude in class who seems to be involved in so much gossip
the one thing you do care about and know,,,,,is that he’s got talent. you’ve been seeing him diligently work on this very pretty marble replica of strazza’s the veiled virgin
and it’s hard to make marble look like cloth,,,,,,but somehow he’s been pulling it off nicely
and whenever he isn’t in the studio,,,you couldn’t help yourself but go and take a closer work because really,,,,,,,,,did the basketball stare really do this>??
and one afternoon you happen to be working on your own piece while jaehyun is around and you know
you exchange the pleasantry nods and whatnot,,,but for the most part it’s quiet aside from the noise of your tools which is completely fine with you
until,,,,,,,,suddenly it’s anything but quiet
because the door has busted open and a couple of jaehyun’s rowdy teammates have strolled inside,,,,,,
and they’re like “coach said practice schedule is fucked up and we gotta be in the gym in ten minutes, let’s go jung”
and jaehyun is like ill be there but i need time to clean up-
“it’s just your art stuff, do it later and if its jacked just say it’s ‘abstract’”
you pretend to not listen,,,,but for some reason you can already feel something bad is going to happen
and just as you gaze over your shoulder you see one the dudes lean against the table,,,,,jaehyun’s almost done sculpture sitting dangerously close to the side
before you can think you open your mouth to say he should move it when,,,,,,,the dude turns to look at you and,,,,,,then you hear the sound
the sound,,,,,of broken marble
the shattered remains of jaehyun’s sculpture spread out on the floor of the studio in a sad,,,,big mess
and you can’t see that well across the room but jaehyun’s body has gone rigid and the group of loud boys have come to a hushed silence
you hear one of them swallow,,,another says they need to hurry to practice and that he’ll tell the coach jaehyun’s gonna be late
everyone leaves and you watch,,,wide eyed as jaehyun stares at the pile that was once all his hard work
you think for a minute that,,,,,he’s going to get mad,,,,start screaming?? flailing his arms??? throwing things??? chasing that douche bag??
but jaehyun does nothing,,,,,he just drops to his knees and with his own hands starts to clean up
and you ,,,, can’t just watch anymore
you set down your own work and go over with a bag, crouching down next to jaehyun and helping him pick up the broken marble
startled he looks up,,,,and you can’t believe it when you see him try and force a smile
“it’s ok, you don’t have to hel-”
“why didn’t you drag him back here? why didn’t you tell that asshole to go to hell? you at least deserved to do that.”
silently jaehyun stares at you,,,,before going back to cleaning with a small shrug
“it’s fine. i haven’t been working on this too long anyway.”
stopping you move some hair from your face and furrow your eyebrows
“what are you talking about, you’ve been working on this for weeks?”
jaehyun’s shoulders seem to drop,, his hands shaking over the remaining pieces and you hear him sigh
not understanding why he’s holding back so much you ask him again
“why didn’t you tell him to go to-”
“because he’s on my team. the team,,,,,is more important right now.”
scoffing you push jaehyun’s hand away,,, for a second you think you’re being rude but at the same time you don’t know how to deal with that kind of logic
“if the team is important go to practice, i can take care of this. also ,,,,, is it jaehyun?”
jaehyun meets your eyes,,,suddenly sitting up straight and nodding and you shake your head
“don’t devalue your own work and talent. tell that guy, even if he is on your team that he should have some respect for what you do,,,,,,even if it isn’t baseball.”
“i,,,i play basketball”
“,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,wELL same thing. you should tell him off.”
laughing a little at yourself you make another comment that if jaehyun wants you can teach him some ‘choice’ words perfect for telling someone off but jaehyun refuses politely and says that he really cant make u clean all this up
but you shoo him away again and jaehyun,,,,stares at you for a moment
trying to remember,,,,,your name,,,,,,who you are,,,,,and when he says your name you look at him again and you’re like yes?
and he just fluster’s a bit and is like oh ,,, no i was just remembering it,,,im ,,im gonna go now
and you’re like ok? and he nearly trips over himself as he’s leaving but you just shrug it off and clean up and,,,,,really you cant believe it
murmuring to yourself about how if it had been your sculpture you would have lost your shit
but either way you find yourself going into the storage room,,,getting out a new block of marble and placing it on top of jaehyun’s work desk.
with a small note: ‘do it again, but this time dont keep it at the edge of the table’
at practice,,,jaehyun apologizes in front of the coach,,,,,and it all seems fine but also he cant,,,,,,concentrate
because every time he’s supposed to assist or pass the ball he can barely aim and everyone is like jaehyun???? Stop being so upset about the sculpture art is easy to pass, just make something half-assed c’mon
and jaehyun doesn’t say anything,,,,but it isn’t even the sculpture that has his brain in a fog,,,,,,,
because ever since he started that class,,,,,he knew who you were,,,,but why didn’t he know anything else
and why ,,,,,,,,,,, was he so interested in knowing now
the next day,,,after coming to the studio you’d noticed that the marble was untouched ,,, which didn’t bother you but you’d hoped jaehyun would show up
and when he did,,,,,,,you were surprised to hear him call out to you
standing by the block of marble grinning,,,he pointed to it and is like “a gift from you?” and you just roll your eyes because,,,,,,,,,no it’s a gift from the school because does it look like you have money for marble
but jaehyun is still grinning
and you’re like “get to sculpting” and he’s like ,,,,,,,,i will
it’s ,,,,, a comfortable silence again
just like usual,,,just the sound of tools and the small specks of sunlight coming through the windows
but this time,,,,,when you look over to see how jaehyun is doing,,,,,,you look at him hard at work
his strong hands working carefully and with detail ,,,, but you notice something else
soft hair,,,,long eyelashes,,,,an almost perfect nose,,,,and lips,,,,,parted in concentration with a small hint of his tongue sticking out as he sits back to study his progress
and you’re like @ yourself like w,,,,,,what the heck are you looking at go back to your own work
but it’s TOO late and you’ve been caught staring and jaehyun is like “it’s not much yet,,,,im kind of not sure what to make”
and you try to gather yourself and not make it look like you were totally just checking him out and you’re like
“w-what about the veiled virgin or are you not gonna do that?”
jaehyun scrunches up his nose (so cutely - wait what?) and goes “i want to do something ,,, original,,,,,,i kind of,,,,,well it’s embarrassing”
and you’re like ????? whats embarrassing
and jaehyun scratches the back of his neck and is like “i want to enter it in the monthly contest at the museum,,,,,,,,,,but i know im not good enough and i dont have the ti-”
you put up your hand and jaehyun is like ? and you’re like “that’s a great idea! you should do it, actually you’re going to do it. because you deserve it.”
jaehyun seem slightly confused and you tilt your head and are like “whats that look for?”
and he’s like n,,,nothing just no one has ever,,,,,encouraged me to do something art related it just,,,,,,feels different
you try to hold back a chuckle but you can’t and you’re like ,,,,, jaehyun,,,,,,,do what you want, you have talent so use it oh and also
jaehyun lifts his shy gaze to meet yours and you’re like
“also learn to tell people off seriously.”
and he’s like yOURE STILL ON THAT And you’re like YES I AM SERIOUSLY HOW DID YOU NOT YELL AT THAT DUDE I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM
jaehyun just sighs and is like you sound like johnny he always brings up dumb stuff from the past and ur like who is johnny and jaehyun brings his hands up and is like nothing nothing ill get back to work
and ,,,,, it’s like that for a while,,,,,,,,,,,
sometimes you and jaehyun are the only two in the room working,,,,,sometimes it’s more people ,,,,,,,,
but somehow,,,,,there’s something between you now maybe like an untold secret????
the fact that he hasnt told anyone else kind of makes you feel a bit special,,,but you also cant help but think,,,,,whats it like to have no one support you for that long
sure people are jaehyun’s basketball fans and whatnot but,,,,,does anyone tell him,,,,,,,basketball isn’t all he has to do,,,,,that art is a choice too
and you can’t believe it. you’re having sentimental thoughts about some BOY you’re not even that close with
like UGH WHAT THE HECK
you bang your head against your laptop keyboard and your friend is like dude hello u ok??? and ur like i gtg ,,,, work on my sculpture and she’s like it’s ten pm- and ur like its fine i know where the spare is
and so you head over to the studio,,,,,,it’s dark in the hallway but you can see the lights are from under the crack in the door
and when you put your hand on the knob,,,the door opens easily
and you see jaehyun,,,,hunched over the marble,,,,,,and you can see that it’s the mold of someones face
but there doesn’t seem to be much detail in it yet and jaehyun finally notices you and smiles and he’s like “are you here to work?”
and you nod,,,,,coming over and looking at his sculpture before you can’t help it and go “whose it going to be?”
jaehyun sits back,,,,chewing on his bottom lip and going “i don’t know,,,,,”
you sigh and remind him that if he wants to enter it,,,he’s going to have to submit it to the museum by the end of the week and jaehyun is like i know i know
but then,,,,,as you’re both sitting in silence again,,,,,,jaehyun turns around and asks “are you hungry?”
and it’s,,,,nearing midnight but,,,,,,,a snack couldn’t hurt
and to your surprise jaehyun pulls out peaches and bread from his back and you’re like ??? do you just carry those around
and he’s like “yeah i also have protein bars in here, instant ramen - do you want ramen?”
and you’re like,,,,,i???? it’s ok ill take a peach
before you know it,,,,,your work has been abandoned and you and jaehyun are sitting across from each other talking about this and that
till he says something about practice tomorrow at 8 am and you realize it’s past 2 am now
and you both have to gather your things and sneak back to your dorms and jaehyun ,,,, before you leave
says that he’s thankful that sculpture of his was broken and you raise an eyebrow and he jsut smiles and is like “if it hadn’t broken,,,,,we wouldn’t have go to hang out like this.”
and you’re like o,,,h,,,,,,,,,,and god dammit why does jaehyun make your cool, aloof personality crumble
but he waves and is gone before you can blush in front of him and embarrass yourself
,,,,,,and it’s like,,,,,,,,,now it isn’t just two art students in a class together,,,,,,it’s friends
finally the last day of the week comes and you’re in the studio,,,looking at jaehyun whose covered his sculpture with a towel and you’re like ,,,,,,,jaehyun show it to me
and he’s just giving you a sly smile and is like you’ll see it at the museum
and you’re like ,,,,,,,,heY where would you be if i didn’t encourage you now show me-
but before you can finish your argument the door opens again and jaehyun’s basketball teammates appear again
out of precaution jaehyun moves his sculpture to the table behind him and you give most of them an unamused look as they start touching this and that
jaehyun asks whats up and one of the guys is like “c’mon, coach wants us to have a big meeting about strategy for next week.”
you look at jaehyun and then at the sculpture
“jaehyun has to come with me to the museum, tell the coach he’ll be there later.”
jaehyun turns to look at you,,,,,whose speaking with your hands crossed over your chest
the teammates just laugh and are like “and you are?”
and you’re like “jaehyun’s classmate. we’re submitting our sculptures to the museum. the deadlines in an hour so,,,,,,,he’ll be there later.”
the laughter stops and one of the teammates steps toward you
standings tall,,,,,,obviously since he’s also a basketball player,,,,,you don’t let it intimidate you but at the same time you realize that there’s four more people,,,,,,,four more people who dont want jaehyun to go with you
“i don’t think i remember jaehyun saying anything about that. so,,,,,he’ll be going with us.”
you frown and open your mouth but suddenly jaehyun steps in front of you and lets one hand rest on your wrist
and he’s like “guys, ill go with you. no big deal.”
turning to you,,,,jaehyun mouths for you to let it go but you can’t,,,,because again,,,,,,basketball is in the way of something else he loves
and you’re like “no you won’t, jaehyun you need to submit the sculpture in person -”
jaehyun just smiles,,,but you can see the sadness in his eyes and he says its fine, there’s next month.
with that,,,you watch him follow his teammates out and you’re left alone,,,,,jaehyun’s hidden sculpture on the table beside you
,,,,,,,,,,,,then you realize,,,,,,,,you can do it.
you can submit it for him
and carefully, you take the art into your arms and make way for the museum because there isn’t anyway you’re going to let jaehyun’s talent go to waste this time
and when you do get there,,,the woman accepting them asks for your name and you go “jung jaehyun” and she scribbles it down and asks what the name of the sculpture is
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,well you don’t even know because you didn’t even have the time to LOOK at it
so you kind of panic and blurt out ‘the one’,,,,,,thinking it is his first sculpture,,,,,and it is a person,,,,,,,,,so maybe its someone special?????
the woman waves her hand and says you may go
and with a beating heart you leave the museum and on the train back to school you think,,,,,,why didn’t you look at the sculpture?? were you scared,,,,,were you????? jealous of who it could be??
shaking off the idea you think that what matters now is if he wins or not
,,,,,,,,,and like clockwork the results come out and eagerly you visit the museums website and,,,,,,,,,,,
the winner,,,,,,jung jaehyun’s,,,,,,sculpture,,,,,,’the one’
and looking at the photo you almost drop out of your chair because the sculpture,,,,,,,,,,,the sculpture looks like you
and with no time to waste you dash out of your dorm,,,headed straight to the gym where you didn’t realize that there is going to be a game tonight
and the place is packed with students even though it doesnt start for another hour and you fight through the crowds on the bleachers
managing to get up to the court and jaehyun,,,,,whose doing stretches notices you
because well,,,,,,,out of excitement you literally run ONTO the court
and the ref and coach are yelling at you to stop but you don’t hear them and jaehyun is like “what are you-”
and you run right into his arms and you’re like “jAEHYUN YOU WON!! YOUR SCULPTURE IS IN THE MUSEUM”
and jaehyun is frozen,,,,,,the entire gym staring at you two and an uproar of whispers about how one jaehyun is,,,,,,an art major???? two,,,,,jaehyun is dating,,,,,,,you????? i mean you are in his arms?????? you did run acROSS THE COURT to see him????/
pulling back you look at jaehyun,,,,who seems to still be processing what you’ve said and he’s like h-how i didn’t submit it? and ur like i went,,,,i put it in and i,,,,,,,,i didn’t look at it but then i saw it on the website and jaehyun,,,,,,,,,,jaehyun was it me?
turning cherry red,,jaehyun stutters over his answer but it’s obviously a yes and you grin and jaehyun is like “you inspired me,,,,,,i mean you were the only one to say,,,,,,i deserved it.”
and your smile grows wider and you’re like you do,,,,jaehyun look you did it,,,,because you’re talented and i -
without knowing how to put it into words you lean in and jaehyun reflexively puts his hands on either side of your face to pull you closer and it’s a kiss
right there in front of the whole gym
(which you later realize and get vERY embarrassed about)
but in the moment it’s perfect and,,,,,,,,,when you pull back you’re like
“oh one more thing before i go because your coach looks like he might murder me -”
and jaehyun is like yes?? and you look around and find the dude who had broken jaehyun’s sculpture and you yell out his number and ur like “yeah you number 5,,,,,,,,,,,,this is me telling you off because jaehyun is too nice: GO TO HELL’ ok bye now”
and with that you dash off the court before the coach can chase you and jaehyun is standing there,,,,,lovestruck but also shocked
and the team is like what the hell jaehyun and he just shrugs because honestly,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re wild and he,,,,,,
he freaking loves it
you do get banned from games for a while,,,,,but its worth it
you hear that jaehyun won the game the next morning,,,mostly because you wake up to find all your friends standing over you demanding to know why the mvp of the uni basketball team just said in his winning interview that his significant other,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,YOU,,,,,,,,,,,really inspired him tonight
and you’re like ,,,,me/?? jaehyun??? my??? boyfriend??? and they’re like YEAH EXPLAIN
but you dont even know what to say because everything is kind of a blur and did kissing jaehyun in front of the whole student body mean you were now dating??? who knows
well jaehyun knows so thats why you go to find him
and you do,,,, he’s doing another run on the uni’s track field and when he spots you he smiles and comes over and you’re like heY,,,,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,
and he’s like “i,,,,,,hope you,,,,,,,,,didnt mind me calling you my,,,,,,,,,,,s-s-s-s-”
you kind of pretend to make a face and think about it,,,,rocking back and forth on your heels and you’re like hMMM well,,,,,,,
and jaehyun’s eyes turn into puppy eyes and he’s oh,,,no did i make you mad-
and you just lean up and kiss his cheek and you’re like nah, i like this straightforward jaehyun much more so,,,,,,,be like this more
jaehyun blushing: than can i be honest
jaehyun: ,,,,,,,did you like the sculpture?
you: i loved it. also,,,,i never knew someone could make me look so pretty
jaehyun: you’re stunning
you, blushing and trying to hide it behind your hands: ok,,,tOO straightforward
jaehyun throws his arm around you and you guys get off the track field and it’s,,,,cute because you’re walking across campus like an ACTUAL couple and okay,,,,this is,,,,,,something you could get used to
but yes dating jaehyun is like dating the sweetest boy who ever lived and ,,,,,,,,,,,wow do his friends really not let anyTHING go
you finally meet johnny and the first thing he says is “so,,,,,we gonna get a repeat of that basketball court smooch OH and dont forget the part where you told the dude to go to hell” and you’re like oh my god jaehyun you compared me tO HIM
and jaehyun is like oh,,,,,,,you know what i am sorry about that john here is special
john: excuse me,,,,,,jeffery
jaehyun: if it were not for the fact that im a soft angelic person i would have kill-
but the rest of nct all really like you because,,,,,,basically you help jaehyun out of his shell,,,,,,
taeil and ten especially because wow they havent ever seen jaehyun so open and happy to talk about art???? like they’ve known about his passion but,,,,,you’ve let him explore
also oh my god you can really shut johnny up ,,,, but it even works on doyoung???? like one look and walla,,,,,,,,they’re convinced you have magic powers
but in reality it’s because you gave doyoung a noogie and made him apologize for asking jaehyun if he could make a sculpture of taeyong’s face
jaehyun is the kind of boyfriend that becomes more comfortable with time,,,,which you don’t mind because taking it slow isn’t bad
like if holding hands is all he wants to do in public than of course you’ll respect that
but also when you steal kisses every now and then while he’s studying or sketching you can liteRALLY feel his face heat up
and you’re like how are you so handsome and yet so,,,,,easily flustered???? and jaehyun is like,,,,i ,,,,,,,,u,,,,,,kiss,,,,,,,,a,,,h,,, i need some water
he has a packed schedule between practice and spending more time on his art and you can tell when he hasn’t gotten any rest because he starts getting bags under his eyes and doesnt smile
and even though it’s kind of attractive,,,,you hate seeing him like that so you’ll literally sit in front of him and feed him lunch and be like “go to sleep on time, idc if the guys want to hang out after practice do you want to pass out tomorrow in class? no? exactly.”
someone once said you were a bossy s/o and u were like excuse m- but jaehyun just went ‘i would die without them so politely, leave us alone.’
but even with all your worry,,,, jaehyun has also taught you to be a bit softer
because yeah you always want to tell off his mean teammates or his over pressuring coach but jaehyun reminds you that sometimes in life you need to girt your teeth and take it
the amount of times he’s just pulled you into his arms when you’re fuming to calm you down,,,,,,,,you’ve lost count
does the thing where he nuzzles his nose into the top of your hair and you can feel him grip onto you a little tighter
and you realize that even though he’s strong, handsome, and smart,,,,,,even people so perfect need comfort and closeness
jaehyun let’s you wear his clothes but not without him denying that it’s his clothes is someone asks even though doyoung is like i literally gave you that hoodie like a year ago for christmas and jaehyun is like,,,,,,,,,,,i,,,,,,,,,,um
and you’re like yeah its his we just spent an hour cuddling in his bed so i wanted to wear i-
jaehyun laughing really loud over you like hAHAHA we nEED To go bYE dOYOUNG
it’s hard now to work in the same room on your art because you and jaehyun get distracted and its like u can go maybe an hour before one or the other comes over and you guys start talking and its just,,,,,,
heart eyes @ each other from then on out
whenever he smiles and the dimples come out you literally are like let me take a photo and jaehyun is like but u have 394302 photos of me smiling,,,,and ur like i can never have enough i love dimple
whenever you want to go on dates,,, jaehyun always suggests something outdoorsy and active and sometimes you forget that jaehyun is Good At All the Sports
and it’s like dating an olympic athlete,,,,,,you cannot keep up most of the time,,,,,,,
but its fine because jaehyun,,,even though he’s trying to run up this mountain,,,,,will contain himself just for you ildjsfg
gets corny when he sees kids and is like “a family,,,,,,in the future would be so nice,,,,,,,,” and you’re like “you’re smiling like a dad jaehyun” and he’s like oOPS,,,,,,,,but it’s,,,,,,,,,it’s cute
you can see that he’s so gentle and caring with everyone he meets you can’t help but be like,,,,,,,,he is,,,,,,going to be a great parent some day
you didnt believe he could cook well too when ten told you about jaehyun’s secret delicious ramen
but then you guys were making some,,,jaehyun standing at the stove,,,,and you sitting on the kitchen counter and when he’d feed you you were like hOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING
and jaehyun just laughed and u were just like jaehyun tell me baby are you a robot because you’re good at everything
and he was shy but he was like no im real here ill prove it,,,,,,he kissed you and u were like ur right robots can’t do that with their tong-
you once stayed at his dorm for a date and when jaehyun picked beauty and the beast you kinda teased him a bit ,,, but also ended up cuddled up together crying about the beast’s backstory
and then making out for like an hour because it’s hard not to when jaehyun just wears sweats ,,,,,,and your shirt is really loose,,,,,,,,, and jaehyun is good at kissing,,,,,,,,,,,,very good,,,,,,,,,,,,, and -
but mark came back pretty early and you guys had to pretend you were just playing cards instead
mark: i didnt know your hair could be so messy playing cards. huh
you and jaehyun sweating like uH,,,,,
you’d managed to sneak into one of his games but unfortunately instead of staying quiet you’d basically yelled for jaehyun to CRUSH the other team and the coach had to chase you out again
but you waited outside of the gym and instead of kissing the trophy and celebrating jaehyun had ran straight outside to you and honestly,,,,,,,,,what could the coach do about that? LOL
jaehyun jokingly challenging you to some basketball but since he wouldn’t let you score you were like fine i wont kiss u for a whole week
and jaehyun basically begged for you to not be mad and u just couldn’t resist
like have you seen jaehyun’s big,,,brown eyes????
you’d caved and just started kissing his face all over and jaehyun just grinning and hold you around the waist and ,,,,,,,,,basically you two being super duper cute
someone complimenting jaehyun’s artwork: you smugly going that’s my boyfriend and yes he’s amazing and did i mention that he’s taken,,,,i love him
jaehyun blushing but also loving the fact that you love him so openly and unapologetically
and wow let me mention this one last time: jaehyun in a basketball uniform but also,,,,,,,,,,jaehyun concentrating hard on a sculpture with a low cut shirt and big hands covered in clay,,,,,,,,like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yall