-it’s Parks & Rec meets courtroom drama
-it’s basically a giant parody of crime docs a la The Staircase
-fairly diverse cast considering it takes place in small town South Carolina
-LGBT representation-especially bisexual
-its funny as hell
-you like the trope of group of co-workers become a family? this is the show for you
-even though it’s sitcom you can treat it how y'all treat dramas and analyze the shit out of it for theories
-josh/carol anne is the love-hate on opposite sides otp I’ve seen in a million fanfics actually on screen
-dwayne/summer is kinda weird and won’t happen but it’s still hilarious to watch and it’s made clear when dwayne is being weird about it too instead of the show treating it as romantic
-the cast is fairly attractive if you’re into that
- not only is the main cast funny as hell-but every supporting and side character is equally hilarious and adds so much to the show
-it’s made clear that the Rich White Man is being offensive when he is
-like father/son dynamics like jake/holt? Oh boy this is your show
-Josh, dwayne, and anne is the golden trio if the golden trio had no idea what they were doing-so it’s just like Harry Potter i guess
-John lithgow is a national treasure
The entire thing is on nbc.com for free and it has great reviews, why aren’t you watching it???
I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.
Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.
But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.
Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME
Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!
Tony: We are real.
Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.
Y/N: But Wade has a point!
Y/N: I swear… When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?
Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.
Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR
Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.
Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH
Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING
Tony has added Wade.
Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!
Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.
Clint: I’m starting to see it too…
Tony: See what?!
Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS
Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.
Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON
Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?
Nat has joined the chat.
Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.
Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL
Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!
Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU
Clint: They’re kinda cute.
Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.
Y/N: THAT’S ME
Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.
Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.
Tony has added Bruce.
Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.
Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!
Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?
Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!
Tony: Oh not you too.
Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.
Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?
Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU
Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF
Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.
Bruce: He can’t die.
Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.
Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.
Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.
Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.
Wade has left the chat.
Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.
Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM
Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.
Nat: I can hear music too…
Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT
Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!
Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?
Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?
Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.
Bruce: It’s true though.
Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!
Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION
Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME
Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.
Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
Steve has joined the chat.
Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?
Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.
Tony: Can we stop it?!
Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.
Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE
Pietro has joined the chat.
Pietro: I feel you.
Pietro has left the chat.
Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?
Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.
Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE
Clint: what the… Calm down.
Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!
Bucky has joined the chat.
Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?
Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.
Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE
Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!
Y/N: you know what’s weird?
Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.
Tony has added Thor, Vision.
Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?
Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.
Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.
Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.
Thor: We are worthy!
Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?
Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!
Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!
Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!
Tony: Can I be worthy too?
Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!
Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE
Thor: DO NOT DO THIS
Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.
Thor: I knew that…
Y/N: No you didn’t.
Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?
Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?
Tony: Right, but how?
Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.
Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN
Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?
Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.
Tony: I AM CALM
Y/N: Dang son!
Clint: Dang, language!
Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!
Clint: He’s my friend, dang!
Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.
Clint: Dang, Bucky?!
Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.
Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.
Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?
Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!
Steve: That walk…
Natasha: And the hair!
Y/N: another movie I was not in!
Clint: Me too :(
Tony has added The Author.
Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.
The Author: Nah
The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.
Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!
The Author: … How?
Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW
Y/N: What is happening nOW
Natasha: Good question.
Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!
Tony: I’m waiting.
The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.
Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.
Bucky: WHAT IS THIS
Natasha: Not surprising.
Thor: I am shocked…
Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG
Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.
Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.
Vision has left the chat.
Steve: Please, no more!
The Author: BLAME TONY
Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!
Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.
Y/N: DANG STEVE
The Author: And you’re very out of character now.
Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.
Bucky: With you on that.
Bucky has left the chat.
Natasha has left the chat.
Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.
Bruce has left the chat.
Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?
Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.
Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.
Tony: Can you fix this now?
The Author: It’s fixed.
Tony: it was that easy, really?!
The Author: I AM The Author.
Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?
Y/N: DANG STEVE
The Author: DANG STEVE
Clint: DANG STEVE
Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!
The Author: ily
The Author: What?
Clint: Can I name the chat?!
Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”
Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?
The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?
Clint: Why can’t I name it?
Steve: We all know why.
The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!
The Author has left the chat.
Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!
Y/N: Good idea!
Steve: No! That is a bad idea!
Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU
Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS
Clint: I’M DEAF
Clint has left the chat.
Y/N has left the chat.
Steve has left the chat.
Tony: This will be fun to witness.
Tony has left the chat.
Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?
Thor has left the chat.
Sam has joined the chat.
Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.
Sam: I told you! I was right.
Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.
T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?
T’Challa: No. Not you.
Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?
Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!
Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.
Scott: But it is an honor.
Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.
Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.
Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?
T’Challa: No, she means the reader.
T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.
Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.
Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU
Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!
Wanda: We should go now.
T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.
Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you
are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce
forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being
in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop
feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to
keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??
You don’t have any delusions about yourself. Your parents had been honest about your heritage from day one. You know you’re different. While you understand emotions, you have a hard time expressing them. Deep down you know the truth. Your mother was an emotional being, dedicated to your sperm donor like no other. She let her emotions rule her and had ended up having a mental break that haunted the whole of Gotham.
So yeah, you and emotions didn’t get along too well. You kept them closely guarded, and occasionally you let them out. Typically only around those you trusted. Like your parents, and eventually Damian Wayne.
You can see it in him. That battle with emotions, the battle between doing what was right and what was needed. It hadn’t taken long for you to figure it out. Especially, with the hint Bruce Wayne had dropped. If someone knew who your birth parents are, then they knew everything about everything, and the only person who knew everything about everything, was the Batman.
You choose not to say anything. It’s their secret to keep, and since Damian obviously doesn’t know your secret, you figure it’s only polite to let him reveal his own. That is, until the academy is attacked by a gang of psychopaths, and Damian comes dangerously close to revealing his secret to the whole school.
You grab his hand before he can do anything. You grip it in your own, and when he tries to pull away, you dig your nails in. The look he gives you is one of confusion. You mouth the words, “Some things need to stay secret.”
He understands what you’re saying. You see the reluctance in his eyes, as he backs up into the shadow with you. The shadows are your friend. While for most they hide the scary things, for you they hide friends.
You don’t let go of Damian’s hand until Batman and his merry gang of birds arrive. You stay put in the classroom, while Damian runs to help his family. He never orders it, you just consider it common sense. You tuck your legs underneath you and grab your book. It won’t be long now before the police arrive and start clearing the school. You find it best to remain helpless when it comes to men with guns.
There’s also the fact that your classmates had already run screaming from the room. Foolish in your opinion, when there were men running around with guns. You enjoy the peace and quiet, right up until the door creaks open.
The lack of noise tells you the person is barefoot, which only slightly interests you. Self preservation wins over interest though, and you slide back farther into the shadows. That doesn’t stop her from finding you. She seems just as drawn to the shadows as you are. You meet her eyes without hesitation, and you can see the curiosity there.
You can see the dots slowly connecting behind her eyes, and when it clicks she frowns. As she crouches downs in front of you, her hand slowly reaches out and plucks a hair from your head. You scowl, at the slight pain. It’s almost as though she’s able to analyze your DNA, and as her scowl deepens, you know that’s exactly what she’s doing.
She straightens and stares at you before shaking her head, “Stupid, stupid Harley. She actually had you. That liar. I should have known better.”
You raise an eyebrow at her, “You should have known better? Shouldn’t she have known better than to screw a murderous clown.”
The grin that takes over her face, is more than a bit unsettling, “So you know.”
“What I come from, yeah. My parents think it’s better to be prepared.”
“Does being prepared cancel out genetics?”
Your eyes narrow, “My family does not define me. I choose who I am.”
This time, when the woman smiles, it’s a bit more kind. A small flower blooms out of her hand, and she reaches out and places it behind your ear. She straightens and says, “As always I’ll clean up your mother’s mess. Be well little Arlecchino.” Then she leaves.
You lean back against the wall, and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Then the sounds of footsteps, this time boot clad, catch your attention.
He’s dressed in his typical outfit. Black suit, cape, mask, and utility belt. He kneels down in front of you, and you give him a half hearted smile. “Hi Mr. Wayne.”
He smiles, “Y/N, I see you received a visit from Pamela.”
You nod, “I’m guessing that’s the green plant lady.”
He nods, and reaches forward, to remove the flower. “You’re at a crossroads.”
“This where you convince me it’s time to throw away my family’s legacy, and join the side of heros?”
“I’d be happy as long as you don’t go on a murderous rampage.”
You nod, “I can understand that. But if I do want to join …is that an option.”
This. This is entirely the fault of @blackkatmagic and @nellynee, and this ask-post over on blackkat’s blog. Because I just cannot resist the challenge of ‘why break up one ship for another when you can have both as a healthy triad?’ So I wrote it, even though I never actually got far enough to meet two-thirds of this ship in canon, and most of the characterisation is based on blackkat’s fics (although probably not half so good as hers).
Because really, who could resist this; “Spunky young power couple seduces village creepy shut in. Everyone is confused.”
OT3 for this prompt: Minato/Orochimaru/Kushina from Naruto.
I have to sit and listen to you gabbing on about weird obscure jutsu,
then I’m going to do it over ramen, you know!” Teuchi smiled at
the sound of his best customer approaching the restaurant, presumably
with her boyfriend in tow. Sure enough, when Kushina pushed the
curtain aside, she was preceded into the restaurant by a sheepish
looking Minato. Kushina followed, pulling another man in after them
by the wrist.
The redheaded jounin manhandled
Konoha’s own snake
into the seat next to Minato, then plonked herself down in the seat
on Orochimaru’s other side. “You didn’t have to sit and
listen.” The man snapped
at Kushina, clearly very annoyed with her. “We are quite capable of
holding a conversation without you.”
Kushina scoffed at him, flapping a
hand. “Please. Minato wouldn’t know what to do with you if I left
the two of you alone for more than five minutes, you know.”
Orochimaru failed to come up with a retort, looking baffled and
irritated in equal measure.
on the other hand, turned very red and started spluttering. “That’s
not- You can’t just- What are you- Kushina!”
The last word came out as a whine, and Minato dropped his head
against the counter.
be such a ditz, pretty boy.” Kushina chided, and then turned to
Teuchi before Minato could respond. “The usual, please, Teuchi-san!
Plus whatever this awkward
turtle wants.” She
nudged Orochimaru with her elbow to indicate who she meant. It was a
good thing she had, because ‘awkward turtle’ was not a descriptor
Teuchi would ever have
applied to him on his own. He
started cooking up Kushina and Minato’s usual, even as he raised an
eyebrow at Orochimaru.
Orochimaru ignored him in favour of
glaring at Kushina. “He’ll have the shoyu tamago
ramen with extra eggs.”
Minato put in, recovering from embarrassment as fast as he ever did.
It was a good thing he could do that, Teuchi thought, since he was
dating someone like Kushina, who got a kick out of embarrassing
Orochimaru switched his glare to
Minato. “I don’t recall asking you to order for me.”
“Did I get it wrong?” Minato
asked, caught somewhere between innocent and smug.
Obviously he hadn’t, because Orochimaru looked twice as likely to
murder him, but conspicuously didn’t say a word. Minato
beamed like the sunrise.
“So, you were explaining the connection between space-time seals
and blood jutsu?”
He prompted brightly. Orochimaru sighed heavily, but answered with a
long explanation that went entirely over Teuchi’s head. It
clearly didn’t go over Minato’s head, because he was staring in
rapt attention as Orochimaru talked, in a way that made Teuchi feel
oddly like he was intruding on something private.
He served up their ramen, and was
not surprised when Minato and Orochimaru mostly ignored theirs in
favour of their discussion. He was
surprised when it took Kushina several seconds to lift her cheek off
her fist and stop staring at them long enough to start scarfing down
her usual three bowls of ramen. She caught his look the first time
she came up for air, and shrugged unrepentantly. “What?
They’re total dorks, you
know, but they’re my dorks
Orochimaru choked on his first bite
of ramen. “Excuse me?” He demanded.
“Well, you are, aren’t you?”
Kushina asked, smirking. “We’re a package deal, slinky; buy one
get one free. If you want to get some this evening, instead
of just staring at Minato like he’s a prime steak and you’re
starving, you’re going to
have to learn to dance with both of us, you know.” She paused, her
smirk slowly unfurling into a predatory grin with far too many teeth.
“Last chance to run screaming.”
stunned look on Orochimaru’s face turned, once again, to murderous
annoyance. “I think I should be saying that to you.” He hissed,
leaning forward into her personal space to loom over her. Teuchi was
a bit worried, although on whose behalf he wasn’t quite sure.
Kushina laughed, and shocked just
about everybody when she closed the distance between them and kissed
whimpered quietly, staring at them with his mouth hanging open, while
Teuchi was just trying to figure out when the world had gone insane.
Kushina drew back looking infinitely smug. “Bring it on.”
A/N: Please note that this is purely based on my opinions about the members :)Tbh I think as long as they can speak fluent korean all the boys would date them.
I mean he can speak so many languages and it’s very open minded. I think that he would go specifically for a foreigner when it comes to dating. Not that he wouldn’t date a Korean, but I think he would be able to relate much more with a foreigner who had similar experiences.
I think similar to Jackson, he would like to have someone who he feels he can relate. Also he would love to have someone from a country whose people are open and carefree. He would like to know about your culture and would tell you about his. I think he would enjoy to have a foreign s/o I feel like there will be so many inside jokes tho.
Mark would have no problems dating a foreigner, specially because he lived in so many different places. He would accept his s/o culture easily and would love to talk about your initial experiences in Korea. Also I think he would like that you would have similar perspectives over initial situations which would make him feel more comfortable around you.
I think Yugyeom is the type that would really want a foreign s/o. He’s very influenced by foreign artists and I think that makes him more interested in foreigners in general. He is a carefree and open minded boy and would think dating someone from a different country is very exciting. He would make an effort to make communication easier, but would love if you made an effort to speak Korean.
I feel like he would date a foreigner as long as she can speak Korean. Actually I think that’s what he loves the most he would think it’s very cute, and loves when he can tease you about your Korean just to see you blush. If you didn’t speak Korean though, he would use his English with you, but would prefer that, since you’re in Korea you’d speak the local language savage jinyoung mode on
As long as you can speak Korean he would take a lot of interest in you. I think he would love to take you to meet famous places in Seoul and show you local food. He would feel somehow responsible for you and he would love it. I f you didn’t speak Korean, even if he took an interest in you he probably wouldn’t try to take you out because of language barrier.
Youngjae would be nervous, he doesn’t speak too much english and I think he would mostly laugh out of nervousness and maybe ask Jackson and Mark for some advice and nice and cute words to say to you, but again if the person doesn’t speak Korean then their chances are very low
Request:anon: Can you do one where you date peter Parker and the avengers are really protective of him specially Tony and Bucky and they all question you when he’s goes to the bathroom or something
A/N: I am free from the cage called exams. You can now expect regular posts. This one is just a drabble I wrote. I am really tired so I won’t blabber. Hope you like it!
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“aren’t they the cutest superhero couple, folks?” the overly sweet, enthusiastic voice of the news anchor lady rang through the common room. Everyone’s eyes were fixed upon the television screen with varying expression. “just look at them, young, in love, saving the world together, just the perfect couple.” She said as she pointed at a picture of you and Spiderman a.k.a peter. His arms were around your waist, one of your hand was on his chest while you caressed his cheek with the other. “Spiderman and the Sorceress, people. something to look at when you’re having a-“ Tony turned the T.V off and tossed the remote on the couch.
‘they’re so cute together.’ Wanda scrunched her nose as she grinned.
‘I can agree.’ Thor’s voice rumbled as he entered the room.
‘No!’ tony uncrossed his arms and pointed a finger at her. ‘she’s not yet verified by me.’
‘or me’ Bucky walked in the room.
“or me” Steve and Natasha added in unison.
‘aww, come one, people. let the kids live a little’ Pietro zapped in the room and plopped on the couch. “they’ll be here in a couple of minutes by the way.” He leaned back and stretched.
‘I don’t think I encourage it, the girl always destroys things when she’s trying to do to do the hero stuff.’ Tony argued.
‘oh, the irony’ Clint smiled at the ceiling.
‘we at least know how to handle this shit she-‘ Natasha stopped speaking as she saw you both enter the room.
You both stopped at a distance and smiled at them.
they looked at you up and down, you wore ripped jean and a black leather jacket. kohl light and strength heavy in your eyes, you qualified for the classic bad girl.
‘hey everyone, this is (y/n)’ peter held his arms up to show you off and you chuckled. You received a bunch of greeting from everyone except.
‘so, this is your super girlfriend, huh parker?’ Pietro grinned.
‘yes.’ You wrapped an arm around peter’s waist and jerked him towards you. ‘it’s quite obvious with all the pictures and everything circling around, isn’t it?’
‘yup,’ tony said. ‘a little too obvious.’ Tony sarcastically grinned at peter as he tried to avoid his gaze.
‘why don’t you sit down?’ vision landed on the ground.
‘almost forgot he was hovering here.’ Clint muttered. ‘so, kids, when did this all start?’
‘just a couple of run ins’ peter shrugged.
‘and,’ you sat down in a manly manner with arms crossed. ‘an awful lot of flirting.’ You stressed each word and grinned at him. he shoved you playfully and you stuck your tongue out.
‘oh, I didn’t know you were capable, spiderling. I thought you were,’ Tony pretended to think for a while. ‘shy and awkward.’
‘he isn’t with the mask on, sir’ you looked at him.
‘I-‘ peter was interrupted by his phone. ‘it’s aunt May, I gotta take this.’ He got up. ‘see you in a minute.’ He smiled at you.
‘don’t keep me waiting, sugar!’ you called out.
‘NO’ he mouthed and you threw your arms up in surrender.
‘CAN’T HELP IT.’ you mouthed. He rolled his eyes and left.
‘that’s a little too much of a nickname.’ Bucky said.
‘sorry sir, it’s just I’m not capable of altering myself for others.’ You replied. ‘peter talks a lot about all of you’
‘that’s good, we can get to the main thing then.’ Tony smiled. ‘what are your powers?’ he leaned forwards and asked. You smirked to yourself. Were they trying to scare you?
‘element manipulation.’ You replied.
‘can you fully control them, enough not to hurt others?’ Steve asked.
‘yes. My hair, well, they burst up in flames if I’m enraged.’ You explained.
‘so, you can hurt someone if you get too… excited?’ tony cleared his throat.
‘no, no, I don’t think I’ve ever done that. You can trust me with that one.’ you couldn’t help but grin a bit.
‘are you kids indulging in activity not appro-‘ Steve started to speak but you interrupted him.
‘Sorry to interrupt you but that’s very personal, sir.’ You said sternly.
‘what kind of a student are you?’ Bruce tried to change the topic.
‘ 7. Something gpa type. I have other talents so I think I can make up for the remaining.’ You shrugged.
‘do you know how to fight?’ Natasha asked.
‘not all that good but learning, ma’am.’ You smiled.
‘you are free to come over if you wanna train.’ Natasha smiled at you.
‘that would be very nice, thank you.’ you tilted your head and smiled. ‘anything else you all would like to ask?’ you looked around.
‘no,’ peter walked in. ‘if you’re done interrogating my girlfriend, can we leave?’ he asked and received a nod from tony. ‘thank you.’
‘thank you, everyone. It was nice meeting you. good bye.’ You received a bunch of byes as you two left.
‘you liked ‘em?’ peter asked as you two got in the elevator.
‘actually, I did. they’re really protective of you though.’ you said. ‘it was a bit boring though.’ You looked at him. he smirked, wrapped his arms around your waste and pulled you forwards making you crash into his chest.
‘you wanna kiss away the boredom?’ he asked in a low voice.
‘I’m so glad I brought out the bad boy in you.’ you wrapped your arms around his neck.
‘nothing in the elevator, kids.’ Tony’s voice rang through the lift and you both jumped away.
‘sorry, Mr. Stark!’ peter said as his face turned a bright shade of red.
High school is an unusual society
where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to
maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your
group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above
all, never tell on another student.
Unfortunately, that last rule
came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby
Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see
but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire,
you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that
after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the
walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies
After an hour and a half of scrubbing,
you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to
go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly
slow just to taunt you.
“That’s it.” You growled
irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently
soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”
You continued to chunter to
yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew
even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.
“OH, COME ON!” You exploded
“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded
from inside the closet.
You frowned at the door, puzzled.
“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in
here, do you think you could let me out?”
“Oh!” You burst into action,
trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you
leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing
“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I
wouldn’t get out.”
“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why
would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on?
What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”
“It’s Peter actually.”
“Right, Peter, sorry about that.
This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”
“Yeah, we’re in most classes
“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much
attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from
the door, I have an idea.”
Peter moved as far back as he
could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud
thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.
“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter
“That was… That was a stupid
plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from
workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”
Peter sat down, leaning against
the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May
and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud
scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.
“You’re back.” He declared
“Uh-huh.” You answered
distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took
just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you
managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it
to the floor to let Peter out.
“Done.” You panted tiredly,
staring at the mess you’d made.
“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you
through so much trouble.”
“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-”
You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before
Peter’s face was covered in cuts
and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood,
which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.
“Did Flash and his gang do this
to you?” You whispered incredulously.
“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter
apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash
just has his own troubles and-”
“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go
acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get
infected or something.”
“Are you sure we should be doing
this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for
the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”
“Peter, I just broke down a door,
I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to
get a cloth.”
Peter perched on the edge of a
bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and
saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.
“I’m guessing you spend a lot of
time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.
“A little more than I should.”
You prepared the solution on the
cloth, “This may sting a little.”
You dabbed his face gently,
clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful
at your proximity.
“So, where do you live anyway?”
You asked while you worked.
“What? Uh, w-why?”
“It’s late, I don’t want you walking
home alone in the dark.”
“What about you? If you walked me
home, who would walk you home?”
“Look, just tell me where you
live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”
“I live in Forest Hills but you
don’t have to-”
“No way, I live in the street
around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.
“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.
“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done
all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”
“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply
“What the principal doesn’t know
can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows
the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New
York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t
have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”
“Where could he have got to May?”
Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to
“Ben-” May started, looking
through the net curtains.
“I should be out there looking
“It’s been hours now.”
“Ben!” May raised her voice
slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it
looks like he’s brought a friend.”
“What?” Ben joined his wife at
the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in
front of him.
“Do you think he’s been out on a
date?” May gushed ecstatically.
“Now May, it could just be a
“Either way, our little Peter
hasn’t brought many people over before.”
“What do you suppose they’re
talking about out there?”
“I don’t know, oh let’s invite
them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”
“Do you really think that’s a
good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the
She threw it open
enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce
us to your friend?”
Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt
May-” he stuttered.
You looked behind Peter to see
his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no
need to be shy.” May cooed at you.
“Sorry about this.” Peter
whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In
truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew
he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.
You walked past Peter to the
front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your
hand out which Ben shook amiably.
“Please dear, come inside, we’d
love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.
“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to
“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a
“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter
Peter finally joined you, “No,
His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter
what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”
“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was
“No, I can tell you, I saw the
whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation
he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the
stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took
him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”
“Peter, you really must be more
careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to
help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup
Over the next twenty minutes, you
were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if
your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and
Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you
reluctant to announce you had to leave.
“Are you sure you won’t stay for
dinner?” May offered.
“No thank you, I should be
getting home ASAP.”
“Where do you live dear? I
wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”
“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just
around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.
“I um, I actually live in the
city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”
“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let
(Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could
you be so irresponsible?”
“It’s alright, really. Peter
didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice
meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to
“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to
let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I
allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”
“No buts, come on now.”
You knew there was no way you
would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a
guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the
When the car pulled away, May
turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask
him/her out before someone else does.”
“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.
“Now, now, I saw the way you
looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they
“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”
“For now maybe but that can
change quite easily.”
Peter shuffled awkwardly on the
“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll
drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”
She walked away, leaving Peter to
his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in
school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush
on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that
everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking
him in front of the other students?
Much to Peter’s amazement, you
didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra
efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even
meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when
Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar
excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him,
you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did.
After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out;
as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take
flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.
Peter checked himself out in the
mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his
outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen
red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back?
How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of
clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of
questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his
Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Peter, where are you?” You
asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or
did you forget?”
Peter cursed himself silently,
he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to
“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now,
it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to
the store here but they don’t have any.”
“Oh, no problem, you just get
over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”
“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon
“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”
The phone clicked off. Peter
looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out
before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was
only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he
would have to be Spiderman.
You threw the tacks in your bag
on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through
the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.
“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag
you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.
“Excuse me?” You turned to face
“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty
penny or two.”
“W-What do you want?” You
“That depends really don’t it.
How much do you have?”
He pulled a switchblade out,
grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him
until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.
You screamed and bucked, craning
your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the
first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying
his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”
“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give
you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”
“Have to? No. But I do want to, I
like hearing people scream.”
“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought
everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet
away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies
in the first scene.”
“What the hell are you on about?”
Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.
“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal?
Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and
the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”
You watched disbelievingly as the
other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t
know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed,
watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to
incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for
the police to find.
He approached you, completely
relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
You swallowed thickly, your
suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”
Spiderman stumbled back, stunned.
“Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”
“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe-
You turned to leave the way you’d
came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk
You hesitated before nodding
uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web
slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you
clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the
top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.
“How did you know?” He asked,
sounding less confident than before.
“No matter how you disguise it, I
know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought
you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were
you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”
“You’ve definitely been reading
too much Superman.”
“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or
I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the
edge of the building dubiously.
“It’s a long story with a
radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do
you accept me as Spiderman?”
“I don’t think I have much of a
choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you
get hurt a lot?”
“Is this where you’re always
“Okay.” You clambered onto the
“Wait, (Y/N) where are you
going?” he asked, alarmed.
“I just need some time to figure
this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero
who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”
“Hang on, please don’t be like
this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”
You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your
forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”
“Great, I’ll be right back.”
Spiderman zipped away, leaving
you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above
it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The
peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof,
landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his
back and he was shuffling nervously.
“I uh, I planned to do this
properly but considering everything… here.”
He pulled a very wilted bouquet
of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had
shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile
wearily as you took hold of them gently.
“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter
“That it is. So, is this you
asking me out?”
“Yeah. If you don’t like it
though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”
You put up a hand to stop Peter’s
babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just
going to head home now.”
“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out.
“Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta
ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”
“Excuse me?” You said, affronted
by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a
million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”
The whites of Peter’s mask
widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”
You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend.
Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire
escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”
Peter ran over to you clumsily;
he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you
and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.
much glamour, fame, and excitement can one red carpet take? Welcome everyone to
Hollywood’s biggest night, the 89th Academy Awards, welcome everyone
to the Oscars!” Robin Roberts shouted to the camera.
Y/N, here we are!” Your manager and close friend, tapped your shoulder
excitedly. It was your first Oscars and first ever nomination. So, the
butterflies in your stomach were definitely fluttering like mad and they have
been for the past two weeks.
beeped, and you opened it to a text from Shawn.
Hey baby, I’m so sorry I can’t be there for your big
night. Just know that I am so fucking proud of you and everything you’ve worked
for. I’m staying up all night in Japan to watch ya.
slipped from your mouth as you smiled.
Are you watching live?
Yep, did you get to the Dolby Theatre yet?
Yeah I’m in the car. Stepping out right now. Look out
for me ;) hint: my dress is (favourite color)
Trust me, I will be. You’re going to be the most
beautiful on the whole red carpet x
time for us to go!”
a deep breath, fixed your hair and stepped out. The second your foot stepped on
the red carpet the cameras started flashing.
your way onto the carpet. Your manager’s words and instructions going through
your head. Go on the carpet. Pose. Keep on walking. Then go talk to Robin.
that’s exactly what you did.
like a real princess. You walked down the carpet, slowly, your long dress
trailing behind you magnificently. You smiled to the cameras, twirled, and of
course; you couldn’t help but goof around a little. That’s just who you are. Spotting
one of your best friends, you decided to have a little red carpet fun.
Steinfeld posed in her white dress, giving the cameras long seductive stares. Suddenly
her serious expression turned into a terror-stricken one as she felt two hands
clutch at her shoulders.
MY GOD Y/N!” She yelled, turning around to see you. You tried your best not to
let your tears of laughter slip out knowing that would ruin your makeup.
Don’t you look fricken fabulous?” You said to her.
can say the same about you.” She grinned.
a few pictures together, then carried on the red carpet, saying hi to some of
your favourite actors.
Robin’s platform, you looked up at her and she spotted you grinning.
ladies and gentlemen I see Y/N Y/L/N approaching!”
mounted the little step and hugged her.
Y/N wow this is so fun meeting you!”
“Hi hi, likewise!”
first Oscars huh? Who’d you come with?”
came here alone haha. Yeah Shawn’s in Japan and my friends got school.”
right, Shawn Mendes, you two are really Hollywood’s couple huh!”
I think so.” You giggled.
it going with him?”
is going wonderful. I um can’t ask for more.” You gushed.
did you guys hear that, can these two get any cuter? Seriously though, do you
guys ever fight?”
we do, little ones. They’ll usually be small bickers over stupid things. Like actually
once, Shawn got pissed at me because I showered too long and started saying
random stuff and bringing up the ecosystem haha.”
So what would he say if he was here?”
idea came through your mind.
my god! Well actually he’s watching right now, hi babe!” You waved at the
camera. “Wanna try FaceTiming him? Can we do that?” You asked the cameramen
a fun idea! Let’s do it.”
You pulled out your phone and rang him. Surprisingly, he picked up. He was in
his PJs and a Japan hoodie. He looked positively overjoyed.
babe!” You said to the phone. The cameras zoomed into the screen.
darling! How are you? You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed.
HERE TOO.” Robin popped up from behind your shoulder.
Shawn grinned. “So what do the Oscars red carpet look like?”
your phone and gave a 360 view of what was around you.
Shawn how does this feel like, your girlfriend being nominated for an Oscar?”
my god, it’s surreal. I’m so proud you know, each time someone says Y/N Y/L/N I
can scream: She’s my girlfriend!” he said.
we gotta go, text you later!”
Y/N, I love you and good luck baby. Bye Robin!”
you guys are too cute.” Robin said once again. “Alright let’s move on to Lara!”
cameras zoomed away, as Robin continued to talk to you.
look great really.”
you so much Robin, you too!”
what would winning this mean to you?”
my god, it’d mean the world. Like literally. Um, all my life I have struggled
and I remember in my teen years, my dreams would seem so far you know? And just
the fact of being here is a dream come true, and it proves to 15 year-old me
that as long as you work you can do it. And hopefully teens will watch this and
this’ll prove it to them as well.”
that is a winning speech right there.” Robin smiled, touching your arm
friendlily. “Well it has been awesome having you, but oh my we must be getting
on the show is going to start! All the luck tonight, Y/N.”
you, so much.”
the luck, Y/N.
you win the Oscar? To be continued when the show actually begins hahahaa I am
writing live here!
-The first episode of Series 10. So we could say this is the… PILOT episode
-I’m sorry. That joke doesn’t work, I know.
-Ooh, is this Bill’s theme? I like it?
-Why is it out of order though…
-Oh my god he has a photo of River Song on his desk ;-;
-And oh god is that Susan
Sonic screwdrivers! Did he keep all his sonic screwdrivers after all this time?
-The guitar again!
-Two minutes in and I’m already losing track of the dialogue
-Fifty years… So the Doctor’s been laying low again, has he?
-”Poetry, physics, same thing.” You know what, I bet he didn’t even get hired through the normal procedure, he just walked in one day telling everyone he was the new professor, or even an old professor who left and decided to return, and he just bullshitted his way through any and all obstacles he came across during his stay
-”How is it the same?” “Because of the rhymes.” Let’s see, poetry physics Yep, doesn’t rhyme.
-”I don’t care who’s dying, never ever be late, I’m very particular about time.” Says the guy who was twelve years late when he said five minutes once.
-*cue changed intro logo DOCTOR WHAT*
-Okay, the intro visuals seem to have changed a little, but the melody sounds unchanged.
-OH SHIT IT’S MOFFAT
The inside of his coat is blue now?
AKA the pain of frame-by-frame or stopmotion animation
-Is Moffat trying to get us scared of slowmotion
-I feel like the students are very confused as to what to take notes of
-”Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, in means life.” I thought your granddaughter made that up?
-BILL BE QUIET WHEN YOU’RE SNEAKING
-SNEAKING IS SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET
-There we go.
-I don’t like background music, it says jumpscare music
-It’s scary music
-Thank goodness, no jumpscares
-SCARY MUSIC AGAIN
-WHAT THE FUCK
-WHAT THE FUCK
-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
-MOFFAT’S NOT TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF SLOW MOTION, HE’S TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF PUDDLES
-Aw, she gave him a Christmas present
Look at those poor paper crowns trying to hold all that hair omygosh
-”With some people you can smell the wind in their clothes” I guess it’s supposed to be more philosophical, but for me that reminds me of how people have the cold air around them when they just came in from outside.
-R.I.P. Bill’s mom.
-”But if someone’s gone, do pictures really help?” That glace he makes at the photos on his desk. At his wife and granddaughter. That, is just heartbreaking.
Hey, Moffat, do you have a heart, because you’re breaking mine with fictional photographs
-So the Doctor, took a picture of the mother, of a student that he is currently teaching, back when said student wasn’t even born?
-Eyyy he’s using the rug
-But did he really tilt the Tardis himself to put a rug under it? I mean, it’s incredibly light compared to its actual size, but it’s still a phone box. Sure, if someone ran at full speed and slammed their body against it that might give it a good jolt or even make it fall over but…
-There’s something deeply unsettling about that girl’s stare
-REMIND ME TO NEVER STEP IN EVERY PUDDLE THAT I SEE EVER AGAIN
-Well the Doctor certainly knows how to escape silently…
His clothes are blue now!
-You’re blue now! That’s my attack!
-Cue Twelfth Doctor theme, woohoo!
-”Why do you run like that?” “Like what?” “Like a penguin with its ass on fire.” “Ergonomics.” Human factors and ergonomics (commonly referred to as HF&E), also known as comfort design, functional design, and systems,[1 is the practice of designing products, systems, or processes to take proper account of the interaction between them and the people who use them. (Source: Wikipedia)
-BEST LINE TEN OUTTA TEN
-I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR THIRTY SECONDS NOW
-Ahahahahaha hah ahahaha ha ha
What’s with the burn marks on the ground
-”Do you know any scifi?” “Bitch, I AM scifi.”
-Possession usually has to do with fantasy or horror, not scifi…
-”There’s this thing on Netflix. Lizards in people’s brains.” First Pokemon, now Netflix. BBC REALLY doesn’t care.
-What’s the show though, it sounds interesting.
So, you meet a girl with a discolored iris and your first thought is she might have a lizard in her brain? I can see I’m going to have to up my game.“
-Doctor Who dialogue just gets better and better
-Actually, you can sorta see your face the ‘right way’ if you align two mirrors together so they’re perpendicular. The middle line might stand out, but you’re looking at your face the way anyone else sees it. The elevator in my apartment building has three reflective sides, so I can see my ‘right’ face quite often. I just have to stare at a corner of said elevator.
-They’re finally getting to the burn marks, thank you.
-”Tutorial’s over, take the night off. It’s all cancelled. Go and be a proper student. Texts, snogging, a vegan wrap.” How does any of that make me a proper student
-”Oh, it’s just some freak optical effect. I’m bored already.”
Like hell you are
-IT’S NOT FUNNY LAPIS
-oh shit she’s alone in the flat
You could’ve gone to the kitchen and grabbed a knife
-But then, an umbrella is bigger and easier to wield and is great at deflecting water, so, not bad I guess
-Well I’m still getting myself a knife
-That’s it, I’m sitting in front of the monitor with a kitchen knife in my hand
-DON’T SAY HELLO TO YOUR POSSESSED GHOST FRIEND
-OH GOD THIS IS MIDNIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN
IT’S MIDNIGHT AND WATERS OF MARS ALL OVER AGAIN
-shit shit shit shit SHIT
-EYY BIGGER ON THE INSIDE MOMENT
-EYY THE BIT FROM THE TRAILER
“Well, that’s a first…”
-So the Tardis does have a bathroom. After all these years. After FIFTY-FOUR years, the BBC finally gives us the answer no one really asked for but everybody kind of wanted anyway.
-”Human alert, do you want me to repel her?”
-”Oh, my God! This isn’t just a room, is it?” “No, it’s not just a room.” “This is a lift!”
“…wELL oKAY tHeN”
-”It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!” “Heh-hey! We got there!”
-”Well, first you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box. Then you have to make one. It’s the second part people normally get stuck on.”
-Of course, one could always scumple the big box and stuff it inside the small box, but then, the big box wouldn’t be big anymore, would it?
-”If it had work to do, why would it lie around in a puddle?” “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a student?”
So it’s too afraid of life and consequences and generally overwhelmed by the looming weight of its duties to get itself to do anything?
-Wait, is the the room Bill followed them into earlier?
-IT’S A BANSHEE AS WELL AS A MIDNIGHT CREATURE AND A WATER MONSTER
ah yes the three primary colors (not to mention Misty from Pokemon)
-You’re escaping from a water monster and you went to a beach, good idea, 10/10.
-”Have we traveled in time?” “No, we traveled to Australia.” That’s also a first.
-Bill, you can’t just drink from the bathroom sink!
-”Can I ask you a personal question?” “No!” “Can I anyway?” “…Yes.”
-”If you’re from another planet, why would you name your box in English? Those initials wouldn’t work in any other language!”
THANK YOU BILL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THAT UP
-Well, that wasn’t exactly a shark, but thanks for proving the point, Heather.
-”Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. Or do you think that your bacon sandwich loves you back?“ In case you’re trying to start a vegan argument with this, no offense but your broccoli doesn’t love you back either.
-So that’s why the episode is titled ‘The Pilot’.
-Also, now that Bill’s found a puddle here, they better rUN THE FUCK AWAY.
wHAT THE FUCK
-Nope nope nope nope nope
Heyyy it’s the old sonic!
-The Fourth Doctor’s sonic, to be precise.
-Soooo did BBC make some new props for this episode or did they keep all the screwdrivers from the sixties and on
-”Hey John, while you’re throwing out those old props, would you mind putting these sonic screwdrivers in the recycle bin?” “Nah, let’s keep them, they don’t take up a lot of space. Besides, we might need them again some decades later.” “Good point.”
-OH SHIT THEY RAN INTO A BUNCH OF DALEKS
-Twelve: “We’ve got this annoying creature on our tail, let’s try to shake it off by running through a ton of Daleks.” Ten: “What went wrong with you” Eleven: “What happened to me”
-THEY’RE FIGHTING DALEKS??
-Yep, it’s not going well for those lot
-”EXTERMINATE!” “Exterminate!” “EXTERMINATE!” “Exterminate!” yeah you two do that and be friends while we run away thank you
-It’s like the Doctor isn’t even taking the Daleks seriously anymore
-”YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE DALEKS!” “lol what else would i be”
-Daleks have stormtrooper level aim now. gg BBC, gg
Tbh that’s even freakier than a normal dalek eyestalk
-BANSHEE, MIDNIGHT MONSTER, WATER CREATURE AND DALEK
-MOFFAT’S HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE ISN’T HE
-Oh wait, this is only the first episode, does that mean Moffat hasn’t even started yet
-Is he planning to give heart attacks to all of us
-”The last thing she said to me. She promised she wouldn’t leave without me.”
And now my heart’s breaking
-shit shit shit shit shit
Ehhh it’s okay Moffat, I didn’t need that heart anyway lol
-”That’s the Doctor for you. Never notices the tears.“ Never acknowledges his own tears either…
-”Yeah, because I think you’re going to wipe my memory. I’m not stupid, you know. That’s the trouble with you. You don’t think anyone’s ever seen a movie. I know what a mind-wipe looks like!“ THANK YOU BILL
-”Imagine, just imagine how it would feel if someone did this to you.“ They just HAD to put Clara’s theme in there, didn’t they?
-All slowed down and more tragic
-And they HAD to make the Doctor sound like he’s holding back tears
-*distant crying noises*
“You shut up as well.”
-Someone fucking end me
-Come to my house and stop my sinful hands
-I am allowed too much power
-Did the Doctor just leave for a hundred years to mull this over and come back to the present
-”It means, what the hell.” That’s a first, AGAIN.
-I love that theme at the end!
-Oh boy I can’t wait for more episodes, they all look so exciting–
Namjoon: Once he found out about the news he didn’t know how to tell the boys. He had saw that you were practically perfect at everything. When you arrived at the door he was awestruck as he stuttered as he greeted you.
“(Y/N) hi. I’m N-Namjoon. It’s ni- great to have you as a m-member of our group.”
Taehyung:He didn’t believe it that there was going to be a girl in the group. That’s nonsense, right? But when he came back from the store, he saw you sitting on the couch awkwardly. Without even thinking he spoke out loud,”You’re really pretty.”
Hoseok: He was excited about having someone else added to the group. Then when he found out it was going to be a new girl member his excitement didn’t change. When Namjoon came back from the airport with you, Hoseok was the first to stand up to great you.
“Hi, I’m Hoseok! It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Jin: When he found out about a new member being added to the group it made him uneasy. He tried his best to make a meal celebrating for having a new member. When he saw you he was left speechless thinking to himself,” Wow she’s gorgeous. I wonder if she’s a singer or rapper?”
Jungkook: Poor Jungkook will be left conflicted not knowing how to interact with you. In interviews, he’d stand closer to the 95-liners anywhere that just wasn’t near you because his mind would be left scrambled.
Yoongi: Yoongi would feel indifferent about you being added to the group. He’d actually be grateful because maybe now the rest of the members can leave him alone to sleep. But once he saw how attractive and talented you were he’d try to have a conversation with you, interested in what kind of person you really were.
Jimin: Even though we make outJimin to be a very flirty guy I feel like when he barely meets someone he’s extremely shy and awkward. He’d try his best to start small talk with you in hopes of breaking the ice between the two of you and make you feel more comfortable.
A/N: Once upon a
time I had this little idea, next thing I know it turned into a multi-part
monstrosity. It’s been in the works for a while now, and is pretty much done so
I’ll be updating it on a pretty regular basis (probably twice a week). Thanks
as per usual go out to my darling wifey Beka ( @impala-dreamer ) who has listened
to me bang my head against the wall more than once and assured me I wasn’t bat
shit crazy for putting this out there.
P.S. this will shift POV’s periodically, hopefully it isn’t
confusing (but please let me know if it is).
What’re you doing in here so late?”
“Hungry. AGAIN. And I
swear I’m going to turn orange soon because carrots are the only thing I want
“Well I’ll leave you
to it, just came for some water. Don’t stay in here too late – that’s my niece
you’re growing in there – you need your rest.”
Dean shot up in bed, so confused by the dream he wasn’t
really confident where he was.
What. In. The. Hell.
Dreaming about pretty girls wasn’t exactly out of the
ordinary. Dreaming about pretty girls, pretty
very-pregnant-carrot-eating-in-my-kitchen girls sure as shit was. Niece?
Seriously. Did he drink last night? Wrong question. How much did he drink last
Hiya! ^^ I would like to request hc's about an MC who is a kpop star or part of a group. I imagine they'd all be super surprised to see them at the party! I hope you both are well, and you don't have to do my ask if you wouldn't like to! Oh sorry, I'm starting to ramble again aren't I? Hahaaaa;;;
A/N: IM SO READY FOR THIS,
FUCK ME UP (and dont worry i ramble a lot, I don’t think you were rambling sweetheart <3)
-He’s a big big fan of kpop
-Follows all the popular groups and stars almost
-So when you (or Saeyoung) tell the group what your name
is, he’s hYPED
-“YOU SHARE THE SAME NAME AS THE POPULAR ARTIST
-You just couldn’t tell him right off the bat that yes,
you were that person
-You decided to surprise him at the party instead!
-Because nothing is cooler than finding out you’re dating
an idol of yours, right???
-So when he sees you at the party he actually squeals
like a little kid because WOW YOU’RE THERE AND YOU’RE AMAZING
-“YOU KNOW MY S/O HAS THE SAME NAME AS YOU”
“Yoosung it is me, I’m MC, I’m your s/o”
-Poor baby faints right then and there. From then on he’s
just always so in awe every time he looks at you. Always telling his friends
about you; “Hey did you know i’m dating-” “YES YOOSUNG, YOU’RE
DATING MC. THE MC. YES YOU LOVE THEM.
YES THEY LOVE YOU. WE GET IT”
-Yeah he’s heard all the popular groups and stars
-Has a ton of respect for them all
-After all, he is a music man himself musicals are
different than pop music though zen
-He’s also a firm believer of “He can date whoever
he wants, famous or not”
-When he’s down in the dumps and you come over to his
house to cheer him up he’s really surprised
-Why is there a famous star on my doorstep?? What do they
want?? Are they here to say bad things about me too? whaT IS HAPPENING
-You have to quickly calm him down and explain that no,
you’re just MC and you’re here to cheer him up
-He’s so confused and stays like that for a solid hour.
He talks to you and he’s excited and all but he just…. cannot process that
the MC he’s developed strong feelings for is also the famous star MC
-You’re waiting for him at his home while he brings back
some snacks for the two of you and he bursts through his own front door
-“HOLY SHIT YOU’RE MC. THE KPOP STAR MC. YOU’RE
FAMOUS. YOU UNDERSTAND THE STRUGGLES. WAIT A MINUTE-” zen stop yelling,
-The moment she knew your name, she was suspicious
-Isn’t one for blindly believing something
-So she thought it was merely a coincidence that you
shared the name of a famous star
-Except when she saw you in person at the party
-She kept asking around to make sure that she was seeing
-Not to mention she never remembered anyone mentioning
the invitation of a famous kpop star???
-“Jaehee, it’s me. MC. I helped organize the party,
I didn’t realize I had to put myself on the list”
-You helped whAT
-Then and there is the moment she realized that your name
wasn’t a coincidence and that she had asked planned on asking a famous kpop
star to be her partner in opening a coffee shop
-But she doesn’t treat you any differently, not at all.
She just kind of fangirls in silence (until you catch her later at the party)
-“Are you part of that famous group that’s all over
the radio all the time?”
-I guess that’s one way of greeting me, Jumin
-When he saw you in person it just solidified his
-Doesn’t treat you any different than he would have
before, because you’re still you
-You just happen to have a title as well. That doesn’t
change who you are inside, ya know, the part he loves
-But, the fact that you’re famous and you have no body
guards concerns him to all hell??
-That day on you’re surrounded by more body guards than
you can even see
-He actually admits to not hearing any of your work and
you just sit there in awe
-“Jumin do you live under a rock?” “Don’t
be ridiculous, I live up here in my penthouse”
-He actually buys all your albums and anything you’ve
ever made later that day. Falls in love with your music and he’s so cute like
he wears your merch when the two of you are relaxing at home
-Knew from the background check, there’s no be reveal for
you this time MC
-Though he was REALLY REALLY excited that you’re the
famous kpop star because he loves your music
-Actually seen you live before which makes meeting you
10x more exciting
-He throws in lyrics to your songs to try and let you
know that “hey, mc, i know who you are but im keeping it a secret from
-HYPED AS HELL! The person he fell in love with is also
the celebrity he had the biggest crush on
-But that also scares the hell out of him because of his
job??? He’s supposed to be in the shadows??? How would this even work out?
-Despite it all, he still came to the apartment to
-You expected a big “wow i can’t believe its
you” but instead you just got ignored and you’re just left there kinda
-But when the two of you head out to Mint Eye
headquarters, your music started to blare in his car and he couldn’t turn it
down fast enough
-EMBARRASSED AS ALL HELL, he’s as red as his hair and
finally admits that you’re his favourite recording artist and has been for
years. Even admits that he’s the owner of your fanclub fucking dORK
- can he even see you
- im sorRY I HAD TO THROW THAT IN JUST FOR 626
-Really really surprised to see that you’re the famous MC
-Actually enjoys your music a lot and has photographed
you at a few of your shows
-Never sold the pictures though because those are
personal to him what a fanboy
-He feels TERRIBLE that you got caught up in all of this,
he doesn’t think you deserve the trouble at all
-When he meets you in person, the first thing he does is
-After a very long time, and the two of you end up
together, he didn’t even realize that one day he wore a t-shirt of yours until
you pointed it out
-Immediately starts to stutter and turn bright red. The
gig was up so he decided to show you some of those pictures he’s taken as well
-He’s your favourite photographer at every show from then
on and he’s loving the hell out of it <3
-Also knew from the beginning
-He’s not into kpop, he’s into some harder music, forget
- somebody’s being a LLLIIIAAAAAARRRRR
-After a while, when the two of you get close, you catch
him listening to a few of your songs
-You never say anything though because if you catch him,
he gets embarrassed and just walks out of the room
-Hates publicity (or the public population in general,
take your pick) so he avoids it at all cost
-But he does think it’s pretty cool that you’ve created
music, like he wishes he could do something like that
-Protects you from his fanboy of a brother who’s always
hanging all over you
- calm down saeran it’s in an idol-appreciation way
-Literally does not care if you’re famous or not. He has
no more fucks to give. None I tell you, none
He’s lying in bed, highlighting a piece of work he doesn’t really understand for his English class. His headphones are planted firmly in his ear, softly playing beats into his mind as he tries to concentrate on the piece of 19th century literature in front of him.
The music turns on shuffle, the next song causing him to smile wildly as he remembered a certain short blonde dancing stupidly around his kitchen to the music. Just the thought of her made him completely forget his surroundings, wanting to be with her. He drew his attention to the rain that was tapping at the window and hitting the ground below it. The streetlights had become fuzzy, round balls of dim light in the midnight haze, the indigo sky clear of any stars.
A knock sounded at the very window, causing his attention to snap to the figure in the frame, just across from the bed he was resting on. Speaking of the devil, a Miss Maya Hart was shivering as he rushed to the window to open it. He smiled at her reckless spontaneity but it felt like it was slapped off his face as he saw her expression.
She looked small, her soaked hair clinging to her shoulders as she sniffled and climbed into his heated room. She wore a scared - or angry, he couldn’t tell- expression on her usually soft features which appeared harder than usual.
“Maya, what the fuck happened?” Lucas questioned, eyeing the vulnerable girl up and down, trying to decipher the best way to go about this.
“They know!” She said through gritted teeth as if it were obvious.
Knitting his eyebrows together, Lucas paused as he was about to pass her the blanket from his bedside. “What?” He asked, gently wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. She grabbed the blanket off of him and shook of his touch, shrugging her shoulders away from him.
“Riley and Farkle. They know about us. About you and me Lucas.” She whispered, her eyes meeting his as he looked on in confusion.
“And? So what?” He grinned, tapping her jaw with the pads of his forefingers. She lifted her chin off of his fingers, diverting his affection as quick as the speed of light.
“Maya? What’s going on?” He asked. She looked towards the puddle she was making on his bedroom carpet, the evening’s shower’s remains being left as a present of a sort. She thinks through her words, deciding that what she was feeling needed to be addressed, her heart racing at the thought.
She deeply sighed, her chest rising then deflating in a slow but sure rhythm.
“I can’t be with you Lucas. I can’t keep doing this - whatever ‘this’ is. I know we’ve always said that it’s just two friends. But friends don’t do what we do and you know that, I know that- Lucas don’t.” She interrupted herself as she snatched her hand away from where he was intertwining their fingertips together.
“I don’t want you to kiss me anymore. I don’t want you to hold me in that way that makes my stomach flip because I know that the feeling isn’t mutual. Lucas, stop lying to yourself and stop lying to me. Don’t say you need to if you don’t and stop calling me those names. We aren’t together, Huck. You’ve heard it from everyone, we’ll never work out together.” She was choking on the last few words, her voice a little hoarse from the lump forming in the back of her throat.
He’s not sure what to do. He doesn’t know what facial expression to wear, or what he should say. His eyes pull downwards, his forehead creasing as he looks as the tiny, soaking girl in front of him who just rejected every part of him he gave to her. But, he knows Maya too well. He knows that an insecurity in the back of her head nagged and nagged her until she truly believed that her best friend/ boyfriend/ friend with benefits didn’t love her, even though he told her 50 times a day.
It had kept her tossing and turning end on end of nights, doubts plaguing her thoughts.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, she guessed it was she didn’t trust herself enough to let someone come that close and break down the barriers that she had spent her whole life building and guarding so carefully that even her sunshiney brunette bestie believed that was the real Maya.
And he begins to laugh.
This time it’s her time to look confused, looking up at the howling boy beside himself with laughter. She doesn’t understand. His laughter subsided and he took both her cheeks into his hands like he had only 2 years ago. Everything had changed since then, but his hand felt so familiar, like home after so long. Her breath hitched a little at the warmth between them and he began to speak, looking her directly in the eye (she melted just a little more than she would like to admit under that sea green gaze).
“Maya. I will always, truly, deeply love you. No matter what excuse you want to make up, no matter what you want your little head to believe, I will love you until all the nights turn to days and all the weeds turn to flowers. It’s okay to be scared, I’m freaking terrified to be honest with you, but you mustn’t believe what you or others tell you, okay? I love you, and that’s enough for us.”
Then he brings her mouth closer to his own and plants a soft, delicate kiss onto her smooth lips, his warmth passing through her as she felt her knees go weak.
He pulled away and she let our a little sneeze, but her smile was bright enough to light up Times Square. He wrapped an arm around her as they fell back onto his bed, pulling her closer so she could snuggle into him.
“Who told Riley and Farkle anyway?” He wondered out loud.
“Zay.” Maya hissed his name, squinting towards the ceiling as if it were the big mouth himself.
“Oh I’m gonna kick his flat ass real hard.” Lucas chuckled, tapping her on the nose as he rides to reach for his phone, dialling the mischief maker’s number. A voice picked up on the other end, undeniably Zay-like.
“Heyyy Man chill. I said do you wanna hear something about Lucas and Maya, they said yes! Not my problem dude, now let me get back to my soaps in peace - i don’t need y'all’s actual drama.” The pair chuckled as they heard him stumble across something in his room.
“Holy mother of God I can never get any peace around here. Good night lovebirds!” He sang joyfully.
“Goodnight Zay, I’m still gonna run your ass over though.” And with a small yelp from the other line, Lucas hung up, smiling at Maya once again.
— just wow. I hit 1k followers just about five months ago and last night i actually reached that 2k milestone
🎉 I’m a little bit speechless, because i never thought that so many people would enjoy and love those shitty edits of mine and would actually want to talk to me about my fave characters, my life and literally just anything? It’s amazing and i’m beyond grateful for all of the support and appreciate each and everyone of you; especially my lovely mutuals. And even though all of this is still beyond me, i wanted to give the following people a big and plushy shoutout! Thanks for following and i love you, guys!
of course my sweet parabatai has to be the first person on my list that’s going to be mentioned
— i don’t make the rules. mags, you lovely human being. i don’t think i can put my feelings for you into words that actually make sense, but i’m going to try. you’re one of the most amazing people i ever got to meet and i’m beyond grateful for your existence. we’re basically the same person which, let’s be honest, sometimes creeps the shit out of us, but at the end of the day that’s probably one of the reasons why i love you as much as i do. you share my love for harry shum jr and don’t even get me started on necks and collarbones and all the thirst (yes, we need some holy water, babe.) you also share my love for poetry and prose and you’re one of those people i can talk to about literally anything. you talk to me about life changing decisions, drag me for my typos, encourage and support me to be the best version of myself, send me cute pictures of your kitties to cheer me up, send me funny memes and videos, bless my day with your beautiful selfies and most importantly you’re always there for me. and you always make sure that i never forget about that. i’m honoured to be your friend and i love you so much!
DAMN GURL is the first thing that comes to my mind when i think about you, brooke. you’re not only one of the most beautiful and sweet girls i have ever seen (please never ever stop sending me those gorgeous selfies!) but also one strong and genuinely kind and caring person. you’re like a little sister to me, except for the fact that i’m the vodka mom friend™ and your mom would probably kick me out within two weeks :’) i love that you speak your mind and how enthusiastic you are when you talk about the things you love. you’re so open minded, share my sense of humour and i can have those 3AM kinda conversations with you at any time of the day. i’m so so glad that you’re a part of my life and that i’m able to call you my fufe. i love you! … and don’t forget the fact that, if someone were to hurt you, i’d fly over to the US in a second to wreak vengeance for you c; #lol
where do i start when it comes to you, yael? god. i remember the day i saw that you followed me and how i instantly freaked out for a second and had to remind myself that i’m an adult and that we fangirl in silence c; you were and always will be one of the editors i admire the most. you’re so incredibly talented
— and i’m not only talking about gifs and editing in general, even tho i always get those heart eyes when i see you posted another one of those gorgeous sets of yours. but you’re also seriously talented in cheering me up when i’m at my worst and you make me feel like i can talk to you about anything. it doesn’t matter if it’s just fangirling and fandom talk or those moments when my anxiety is rising and it feels like it’s crushing me down; you’re there. and i can’t tell you how grateful i am for that. you’re such a kind, strong and intelligent woman and you inspire me. i love it when you talk about your religion and traveling, share your personal stories and expierences with me and the fact that i can still learn so much from you. please, don’t ever change and please, take me to jerusalem and show me the city. i love you so much!
you’re the cutest little bean on this planet, brie. thank you so much for instantly writing me when i posted your blograte — we might’ve never talked if you didn’t, because i’m a shy chicken and i seriously wouldn’t want to miss you and our conversations for the world. you have a thing for poetry, just like me and are a quite talented poet yourself (even though you don’t always see that yourself) and i’m amazed at how much talent and kindness you carry in your heart and brain. the second we started talking i knew that i had made a new friend, because that’s how you treated me from the start, even though we didn’t really know each other at the time. you’re such a warm and loving person and way too precious for my anxious ass; seriously. i love your honesty, your humour, your love for stephen king and the stories about your family (#zwetschgenknödel are the best 😉) and how you’re not someone who’s quick to judge others and always makes sure the people around you are feeling welcome and good. i know you tend to underestimate yourself and that we haven’t talked that much lately, but please let me tell you that you’re an awesome human being and that you can do absolutetly everything you put your mind to. you don’t have to hide your talents, mein mädchen. i love you!
it feels like i’m an open book to you, mel, but i love that feeling. when i’m talking to you i feel genuinely understood and most importantly safe. i don’t have to think about something twice when i’m talking to you, because i know i can be completely honest. you’re so open minded and i love that we share an interest and passion in other cultures and religions. if we could, we’d probably travel the whole world! i also love it when you send me poems and little texts that made you think of me, ramble in your tags and how we’re just on the same wavelength. you’re so unapologetically yourself (and that’s a gorgeous self btw!) and i admire that so much. even though we haven’t talked that much lately, it’s always a blessing to know and see you on my dash. you make me smile and i love you! (that’s a #leveup for our friendship, right? c; )
➸ i want to throw puppies at you because you’re so perfect it frustrates me #absolutefaves | | blessed by your existence ➸ listed in no particular order
Prompt: “Can you do an imagine with Josh Dun where the reader goes on tour with them and the reader and Tyler doesn’t get a long too well. Idk, make it however you want. Love your writing. ❤️” -Anonymous
-Thank you to the anon that requested this! Please bear in mind that this is my first ever TØP imagine and that this is also fiction, so if it doesn’t sound like them or seem like them (which I mean most of what Tyler says / does is nothing he would ever do in reality), please forgive me!
That said, I had fun writing this. A massive thank you also to my best fren @buckybarnesstar for contributing ideas to this
❤️ Love you Case, as does Seb. Make sure to check her blog out if you love Bucky :)
love to you and stay alive, frens
“TYLER ROBERT JOSEPH!” You echo through the halls of the Barclay’s Center. Several members of the crew whip their heads to follow your voice, which was undoubtedly dripping with discontent. They watch as you stride forward, your eyes peering out in search of the ukulele strumming man.
Tyler’s head snaps up at the shrill sound, standing a few meters outside the top dressing room. His vision lands on your frustrated figure, a laugh escaping his lips for a moment before why you had screamed his name. With wide eyes, he scrambles towards the dressing room, only to crash into his band mate in the process.
Summary: You come to Korea to visit your family after you graduate from college. Soon, you find yourself falling for a guy you meet online. There’s only one problem—you’re only in the country for thirty-one days.
You weren’t sure what you expected when you landed in South Korea. You’d been here once, years ago, when you were young. You didn’t remember much, other than the fact that you went over the summer and that it was really hot and that you hated kimchi.
summary: cedric is ridiculously romantic and y/n is ridiculously surprised.
request: Could I request something that’s not a prompt? :) cuz I would loveeee to read a Cedric x reader where he proposes to her during the tournament. :9 and then there’s a nice lil AU where he lives and they get married!
warnings: SPOILER warning for The Goblet of Fire, slight swearing
pairing: cedric x reader
a/n: i’m sorry post layouts are such a mess right now i’m kind of experimenting at the moment, so if you see any that you like or that bother you let me know
also i had to go back to the book and read the specific pages for this one so i felt very professional
but i love cedric so much and i’m honestly very glad you requested this so thank you.
“We’ll take it at the same time. It’s still a Hogwarts victory. We’ll tie for it.”
Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms.
“You– you sure?”
“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah… we’ve helped each other out, haven’t we? We both got here. Let’s just take it together.”
For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn’t believe ears; then his face split into a grin
He grabbed Harry’s arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand over one of the cup’s gleaming handles.
“On three, right?” said Harry. “One–two–three–”
- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 634
“My God– Diggory!” it whispered. “Dumbledore–he’s dead!”
Those words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it–screeched it–into the night-”He’s dead!” “He’s dead!” “Cedric Diggory! Dead!”
- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg.671
You feel all of the air force its way out of your lungs, and before you know what you’re doing, you feel your legs push your way across the terrain and through the crowd, not even apologizing to the people you bump into along the way- though they certainly bother to scold you for it. You just had to see it. You had to see Cedric…
Sitting up? You freeze when you see him, and feel your mouth drop open at your clearly perfectly okay boyfriend. He’s gazing around from his spot on the ground, a rather frantic look on his face, completely ignoring the various hands reaching out to him.
You’re not completely sure how or when you got from where you were to where he is, but you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his very real and very alive shoulder. You don’t even remember when you started crying, but you feel his arms pull you closer, holding onto you with the same desperation that could be found in your actions.
“Oh god! Oh god Cedric, they were saying that you were dead.” you tell him, running a hand through his matted hair. “Why would they do that? Why would they ever do that?”
“I was.I thought I was. I think he missed.Or maybe he wasn’t powerful enough, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” he wipes your tears away, pulling you back to him. “I’m so so glad I’m holding you right now.”
You don’t know what he’s talking about, but frankly you don’t care at the moment, so you just nod in agreement. “Me too. I love you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
You can feel his smile, and then his mouth brushed against your ear. “Marry me.”
You freeze. “What?”
“Marry me.” he repeats again, his voice just above a whisper.
You pull back so that you can look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”
“I faced bloody Voldemort. And all I could see was your face. And your hand. I couldn’t believe that I was stupid enough to die without placing a ring on that finger. So, Y/N Y/L/N, yes I’m serious. Marry me. Marry me.” he shifts you out of his lap so that he can get onto one knee, and the voices around you– everything around you- stops, as the crowd stops trying to get to you. You can’t help but glance at Cedric’s parents, who stop dead in their tracks, their mouths open. “Don’t look there. Look here.” he urges, grabbing your wrist to get your attention. “I haven’t exactly asked you yet. Kind of just commanded, actually. So, Y/N Y/N, will you marry me?” He searches your eyes, seeming to loose a bit of confidence as his voice cracks in his next word. “Please?”
“Cedric… You’re in shock. You don’t mean it. I mean, you can’t mean it. We’re… You’re… You almost just died and now you have some condition that I can’t currently remember the name of, but really you don’t mean it, and you’re going to regret it the moment this wears off, and-”
“I don’t have some condition, Y/N.” he looks at your solemnly, though there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes. “I mean it. I swear I mean it, and nothing that I ever feel could make me regret asking you this. Because I love you. Everything other than love is just silly, Y/N, and I don’t care about it anymore. All I care about it you. I want to be with you forever. The only thing almost dying has done is given me the confidence to ask you something I’ve wanted to for a long time. So will you please marry me, Y/N? Or at least reject me before my parents have an aneurysm?”
“Oh. Oh wow. Of course I’m not going to say no to that. Who could possibly say no to that?” There’s a moment of silence before you realize that you haven’t actually said “yes” yet. “Yes.” you breathe out. And then he’s up and twirling you around, and the crowd is cheering. Then, glancing around, you remember what was going on. “I think maybe you have some explaining to do.”
– that summer –
“Do you, Cedric Diggory, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to her forevermore?”
Your breath catches in your throat at the smile on his face. His eye meet yours, and you can feel the warmth from them inside your heart as he squeezes your hand. “I do.”
“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Cedric Diggory,
to be your lawfully wedded husband,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to him forevermore?”
You almost giggle at the anticipation in his eyes, wondering if he actually expected that you’d say no. “I do.”
He grins, surging forward to kiss you before anything else can be said, though no one makes a move to stop you as his lips touch yours. You peck his lips lightly, pulling away quickly, flushing at the idea of kissing him in front of an entire crowd.
“Mrs. Diggory.” he murmurs, winking at you, before focusing his attention back to the crowd.
i feel like the book excerpts were a little confusing, so i’m sorry, i just didn’t know how else to convey time well, i guess? my transitioning sucks lol.
but…….. i hope you liked it because it was really fun to write. *editing soon*