buckle up bitch here’s the tea and a story that u probably didn’t sign up for
in 2016 she wore this outfit and i was shook to my core when those pictures came out i was in love with it like i’d never been with anything else. i too wanted to announce my love for girls on a fuzzy crop top but that shit….happened to be a $600 crop top from alexander wang which is ridiculous but if u know me u know if i want something…i will mcfuckign get it
i spent the next several months waiting for that $600 crop top made from ethically sourced rabbit hair and those damn $500 jeans to hit the clearance rack and finally with my extra 20% off sale coupon for an italian boutique my cheap ass managed to get these out of season items for not even a fraction of their price
the jeans got here and they literally….did not fit….wouldn’t pull over my thighs….but they were the most gorgest things i’ve ever seen so it motivated my ass to buy a gym membership and that was the kickstarter to me losing 30+ pounds i hate myself honestly
AND THEN!!! my extra ass bought m&g in late april so i decided to wear this outfit to meet ariana grande and she was so impressed that i’d gone to the trouble to buy her outfit probably thinking i was some rich kid who had dropped $1000+ on clothes lmfao. but as i was leaving she was like “so you got my whole outfit but not the shoes???” with her arm out pointing at my vans BITCHSHJ i laughed so hard about it i turned around with my mouth wide open and said “yes drag me” jkdnkj like i love u miss grande but i couldn’t possibly manage to get my hands on jimmy choos and on top of that have the balls to wear them in the pit where i almost lost my extensions and hoops cuz some lady was pushing everyone and arguing her right to be at the front.
and so that’s the story of how i got into my favourite hobby which is finding designer clothes on sales racks for bargain prices
Can you write one where the reader is Clint’s teen daughter and she lives in the tower with him? She’s socially awkward and gets bullied by some guys at school regularly. One day after school they drag her to a van and drive off bringing her to an old warehouse. But they just tie her up and leave. She remembers that Tony gave her a Stark phone and she manages to shimmy it out of her pocket and hit the emergency button to call her dad.
A/N: I am so sorry I’m posting it so late ♥ Hope you like it and please let me know what you think :3 Enjoy! (sorry if there are any mistakes)
“(Y/N)?! What are you doing here?”, my father
asked me in shock as he entered the living room.
“Um, I’m living here?”
“Stop being sarcastic for a second and answer
me!”, I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at the avenger known as Hawkeye.
“Tony said I could stay today in the tower and
help him. I don’t see a problem in that.”
“But I do! It’s Wednesday, (Y/N). You have to
be at school in 10 minutes.”
“Come on, Clint! Nothing will happen if she
doesn’t go for a day. We all know school sucks.”, Tony interrupted my dad
without moving his eyes from the magazine he was currently reading.
“Nobody asked for your opinion, Stark! And you
little lady, move your body towards the car. I am driving you to school.”
“No buts, (Y/N), we are going! Now!”, he spoke
and grabbed my hand. As he was dragging me towards the elevator I started
“Should I know what you are laughing at?”
“You said butts”, now it was he who rolled his
eyes at my comment.
To be honest, Clint was the best dad you could
ever had. As an Avenger I was seeing him rarely but since I became thirteen,
mum and dad decided it would be fine if I move with him in the tower. Plus, my
school was like 30 minutes away, which wasn’t much given the fact where we
“Is there a problem?”, dad asked me as we were
waiting in the car.
“What do you mean?”
“You are a perfect student, (Y/N). You’ve never
wanted to skip school. Once when I suggested you that you almost kicked me. Why
do you want to quit today?”, he was right. There was something that bothered me
but thanks to Nat I knew how to lie Clint even though he was a superhero.
“No, I am just tired. My brain needs a rest
after all the study I do.”
“You sure?”, daddy asked me as the car turned
“Yes, dad! I am sure!”, maybe it was the
annoyance in my voice that gave me away but dad did nothing to show he had
suspected me in lying.
The real truth was that I hated school. Yeah, a
big surprise to hear that from a teenager but while the others hated it because
of the studying process; I hated it because of the people there. I decided to
keep who my dad was a secret. I didn’t want fake friends just because of my
dad’s popularity. The first two years were okay. When you are new you focus
more on getting to know what surrounds you than the people. Years later, I
hardly made any friends at high school. I was shy, not so open to people but
still I tried to talk with some girls that seemed nice. What a fool! If you
haven’t found someone in the first two years, you are doomed to be an outsider.
That was the only law in school. So basically I had no friends except the
Avengers. I didn’t want to complain but let’s face it, everybody wanted someone
on their age as a friend. Some months ago I met Peter Parker but we were not
close to friends, only people knowing each other faces.
When dad stopped the car in front of the school
I hurried to get out, mumbled a goodbye and stormed into the building where I
would spend 6 hours of unstoppable torture. I made my path through the
teenagers without being noticed. That was one of my superpowers. Nat, who was
the only one knowing slightly about my problems, always teased me about that I
would make a perfect agent. The bell rang. I took all my stuff from the locked
and hurried to my first class – Maths. On my way I should have zoomed out for a
moment, immersed in my thoughts, because I managed to collide with someone. My
notebooks fell on the ground and I kneeled down to collect them.
“Watch where you are going, you filthy bitch.”,
I knew that voice pretty well. It belonged to the fuckboy named Andrew
McLander. I collected my things as fast as I could and then stood up ready to
enter the classroom that was five meters away.
“Hey, where do you think you are going?”,
Andrew grabbed my hand and pushed me against the lockers, “I won’t leave you
like that without paying for hitting me like that.”, his face was close to
mine, my skin feeling his breath.
“Leave me.”, I asked and tried to get out of
his grip but in vain. He was way stronger than me.
“Mathews, what a surprise!”, he exclaimed as
talking to his friend behind him, “She could talk.”, they both laughed. With
some struggles I managed to escape but surely it was because he wanted so. As I
was walking towards my Maths class I heard them talking.
“Remember my words, you will pay! And I’ll have
such a fun when punishing you.”, the way he spoke those words made my body
shiver. They were bulling me 24/7. It was like their purpose in life was to
make mine hell. I’d been insulted in the worst ways you could never imagine. I
was socially awkward and everyone knew it, except my dad and his friends. There
were times when they had paid guys to come and flirt with me, to ask me out on
a date and then ditch me. Once, a boy I had never seen sat next to me in one of
my classes and through the whole lecture he was insulting me , talking to me
like I was a piece of garbage. The feeling was awful. That day after we
finished school I ran away without caring for the direction. I, of course, got
lost but at least I had some time alone before my dad found me. I had to lie
him as I always did…
After the event in the morning nothing out of
the ordinary happened lately. I never saw Andrews and his friends again, the
classes were going fine…and that was what scared me for a moment. It was oddly
quietly. However, I kept telling myself I was getting paranoid but after the
last bell for that day rang I calmed down a little. I took the required things
for tomorrow in my bag and the others were left in the locker. Most of the
students had gotten out of this place as fast as they could. I liked that
because I didn’t have to be lock between sweating bodies while waiting to
breathe the fresh air outside. As usually I took my regular path towards home.
I took my headphones from my rucksack and was about to put them on when a black
van stopped next to me. I had no time to process what was happening when two
guys jumped from the car. One of them put his hand on my mouth stopping me from
screaming while the other helped with putting me inside. When the man loosen his grip on my mouth I
screamed finally aware what was happening but seconds later I lost consciousness
due to being hit hard in the head.
“Why did we bring her
“Because I want to
have some fun tonight, you bastard!”
The echoing voices woke me up. I began opening
my eyes but due to the pain in my head they kept closing. The vision was blur,
the air was filled with the disgusting smell of raw fish. All I could see were
the silhouettes of my abductors and some wooden box around us. It took me some
time to clarify where I actually was. Not long after the realization that I was
in probably a warehouse I became aware of the fact I was tied to a chair.
Moving my hands in order to escape was in vain but those actions made the
people turn at my direction.
“Well, well, the ugly princess is awake, huh?”,
the man speaking soon stood under the light of a small lamp positioned just
above my head.
“What do you want from me?”, I asked trying to
sound calm but the fear inside me made its way through my façade and showed
“For a pretty smart girl you tend to be really
stupid.”, he came closer and took my face with his strong hand, “Tonight you
will be my doll and I will be the player.”, his grip was hurting me and he knew
it. But that bastard was enjoying seeing me weak, scared and in pain, “I’ll go
and get the toys. Don’t move.”, after he smirked and winked at me he exited the
warehouse laughing at his stupid joke.
I, on the other hand, panicked. I was god knew
where, with that psychopath and his insane friends…They were capable of
anything and that scared me most. They could rape me, torture me, use me as a
doll like he said and then kill me without caring about that. My heart was
about to jump right through my flesh. ‘Breathe!
Inhale deeply and then exhale!’ Nat and daddy’s words suddenly came in my
mind. I tried to listen to them and followed the instructions. It took me
probably two minutes to calm down. I still was frightened to death but now I
was able to think rationally. I had to call dad. Looking at my jeans I saw the
pockets were empty. Fantastic! They had taken my phone. As a proof to my theory
I saw my rucksack thrown in the corner of the room.
Hearing Andrews laughs from the distance my
calmness was slowly fading away. ‘Think
(Y/N)! Think for god sake!’ And then it hit me. Some months ago Tony
created a new device. He wanted to test it and gave it to me. It was for
emergency, perfect for this situation. The device looked like a small mobile
phone which I was hiding in the back pocket of my jeans. It was so thin that it
would barely be seen. My hands were tied around the back of the chair. The tie
was tight. Surely I would have bruises tomorrow but that wasn’t important now.
I moved my hands in order to loosen the tie but I barely managed to. I lifted
myself a little and tried to reach the phone. The pain in both my hands and
head wasn’t helping me, neither the coming steps of my abductor. My fingers were touching it but still not
enough to take. ‘Come on! Come on! Just
some millimeters! YES!’, I screamed inside when I took the device out of my
pocket. I turned my head to see the screen after I light it up. It had only one
red button which I pressed, well touched. Immediately. Several times. The door
opened suddenly which shocked me and I dropped the phone. Cursing I put all my
efforts to look scared and not full of hope that my dad will come in any
moment. But Andrew had heard the sound of something falling so he came to me
with two or three steps. He saw the phone on the floor and kneeled to take it. Looking
at it, then at me, he clenched his fingers around it breaking it. I gulped
“You think you can play games with me?!”, he
screamed, “Who do you think you are?!”, and then he laughed, “And who were you
going to call? You don’t have any friends!”, the whole gang almost rolled on
the floor because of laughing, “Listen to me, you little whore!”, he took my
hair and titled my head back, “For such a stupid movement I am gonna-”, he
stopped for a moment, processing with his lil’ brain what to do. Minute later
he continued, “I am gonna play and make you remember this whole night!”, he
moved backwards where his two friends had been standing the whole time.
“You kept saying that since you kidnapped me.
Don’t you know other words beside playing and paying?”, I retorted. He stopped
turned around on his heel and almost run towards me ready to slap me, hit or
“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”, I heard my dad
shouting as he caught Andrew’s arm and punched him. The boy fell on the ground
and my dad shoot an arrow towards the other fuckboys. It was from those that
turned into a network so now they were trapped there. Daddy turned back to
Andrews. He was so close and I managed to see his face. It was red, full of
anger, like a hawk flying straight to its victim ready to tear him limb by limb
painfully. I’d never seen him so furious and dangerous but seeing him beating
the hell out of Andrews made me happy and a little happy, just little…
“How you fucking dare to kidnap my daughter and
tie her in this place!”, another punch, “You little bastard, nobody can touch
my little princess!”, a kick in his stomach, “I am gonna kill you, you little
piece of shit!”, daddy wasn’t that good with words when he was angry, he
preferred punching and causing pain rather than talking.
“Dad!”, I spoke softly but he didn’t hear me,
“Dad!”, shouting had more effect and he stopped.
“Oh my precious girl!”, his tone softened. He
left the boy and came closer untying the ropes around my hands and ankles, “Oh
god, how are you? Are you okay? Of course you are not okay, you were kidnapped!
What a father! To let this happen to my daughter! I am an Avenger after all,
“Dad, stop! It wasn’t your fault! And if it
wasn’t you I could have gotten hurt or worse. But now I am fine just because of
you. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”, hearing those words, dad calmed down but
as he heard Andrew coughing he turned around and spoke deadly.
“I will torture you so painfully that you are
gonna prefer hell to my methods. Your screams will be a song to my ears. You
are gonna regret this and if I see your faces in this city only once, I am
gonna chase you, and I am gonna kill you!”, he retorted making even me
shivering. The boys were about to pee in their pants given the fact what
expressions they had, “Let’s go (Y/N).”, taking my hand we exited the
warehouse. There was a small helicopter with S.H.I.E.L.D name on it that took
us to the tower. I was still in shock but knowing that I had such a father by
my side I felt safe and protected very soon.
pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader word count: 1.9k warnings: violence, blood mention, prolly swearing let’s be real, sm:h spoiler (that scene under the bridge w childish gambino) summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spider-man and getting a little injured.
dedicated to: a v v kind anon!
“Duuuuuuude hidden identities is so good???!???!?!??!!!!! Like phew, they way you write Peter is so in character!!! I’m loving it and I’m so excited for part 3 😄💙💜
a/n: honestly, you guys are such kind readers! agh! anyway, here’s part 3. I left it so that I could do a part 4, so message me if you want one! otherwise i’ll probably leave it here folks ;)
You only lived a couple blocks away from Liz, so you decided to walk the quiet roads to get there. Unfortunately, you miscalculated how fast you could walk and therefore how fast you could get there.
So now you were running a little bit later than fashionably late to Liz’s party.
You had your suit tucked away in a small bag. You’d been horrified of the idea of you being unprepared in a event when you were needed and so in the end, decided that you’d bring it along.
It was your last intentions to actually put the suit to use, especially as you’d wanted to enjoy this party. Not just for Peter but for you. You were tired. The clash of school and heroism straight after school finally taking a toll on you.
However, as you rounded the corner, you realized that they—whichever star-lord was out there in the galaxy watching over your fortunes—were not about to give you a break.
[BTS-Reaction] When You Pass Away Unexpectedly (A/T)
Helloooo~ It’s been awhile since I’ve post anything due to me being busy, BUT! I wanted to post this reaction that I wrote awhile ago but never got to post on here! It is quite a bit long, I was wondering if I should just put it under each individual member but then I thought, fuck it! Lmao, I hope you all enjoy!
P.S. Congrats to our boys for their BBMA win! Truly inspiring and a big step for K-pop! I’m so proud of them for chasing their dreams and not giving a fuck about what those haters got to say
P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE GIFS! CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS! THANK YOU!
“She’s gone… She’s really gone…” Jin thought as he laid in his bed. The faint smell of your perfume lingered on his pillow and he couldn’t help but bury his head deep inside the pillow, as if the more he smelled it, you would come back. Jin closed his eyes as he remembered;
“Oppa! Aish~ I bet you don’t even miss me when I’m not here with you because you have Namjoon-oppa to keep you warm! I bet when I’m not here snuggling with you, Namjoon-oppa keeps you good company,” you had pouted.
“Thats right. Namjin is better than Y/N & Jin,” Jin had chuckled while pulling you into his arms and snuggling you closer to his chest. Kissing you lightly on the forehead and whispering love words only for you.
Jin opened his eyes, tears welling up. He missed you so much. He missed the way you mimicked his windshield wiper laugh and the way you cooked for him, even though most of the time they weren’t even edible. He missed the way you took care of him, looking after him. He was the eldest in the group and was used to taking care of the other members, he’d forgotten how it felt to be taken care of. The tears fell down as he closed his eyes, holding in the scream he wanted to let out. “How could you do this to me Y/N? I loved you so much, I thought we had forever….” Jin wondered thoughtlessly.
The living room was dark, the only light source was from the lamp lit besides the bed. The Daesang trophy sat on the dresser across from Suga who was on the bed, the trophy sat staring at him, as if taunting him. “We won an award today Y/N…. We got Daesang….” Suga thought staring at the gleaming trophy. The other members were out celebrating with Bang PD-Nim and the other staff while he had opt to come home, saying that he was too tired to party. Everyone knew it was lie, they knew he was hurting, but what could they say? Jimin had offered to come home with him but Suga had told him to go celebrate. He didn’t want anyone to suffer with him.“Why… did you leave me like this?!” Suga thought angrily as he stared at the trophy. “Why…” he thought as he closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the anger.
~Flash to the past~
“Oppa! Let’s go out to eat! We haven’t gone out in so long! Just one dinner and you can come back and work on your song,” you had pleaded going full-on aegyo mode. “Maybe another night, I’m busy Jagi, I really like the way this song is coming together,” Suga had replied not even turning to look at you from his computer screen. “Just one night, I swearrr,” you pleaded. Giving in, Suga turned to look at you, sighing and telling you, “okay fine, just let me save these lyrics and this beat and transfer it to my phone.” You had shot up from your spot on the sofa in the Bangtan Room and started dancing for successfully making him cave in. Suga smiled at your silly dancing, grabbed you by the waist and lightly resting his forehead on yours.Later at the dinner, Suga had ignored you, his eyes only on his phone, his lips wordlessly murmuring lyrics. The whole time, you stared at him, willing him to look up and smile his gummy smile at you and at least start a decent conversation with you. He never did. The only time he looked up was to order and to eat. When you arrived home, you had let him have it, complaining about him working all the time.“You didn’t even talk to me! We just ate- in silence! Because you were too busy writing down lyrics. Dammit Yoongi! You’re making me go crazy, I just wanted a nice evening out with you to catch up and eat and you couldn’t even do that. Am I not important? I understand your music and career is important but could you at least make a little time for me? Is 5 minutes too much to ask for?” you looked at him, holding back tears.
Suga had looked at you with annoyance in his eyes and shot back “Jesus Y/N, you are important, but you know I live for music and I was… I don’t know, I just had to write it down before I forgot it.”
“Yeah, I guess so, I guess I’m always the last thing on your list of things to-do,” you had said before turning away from him.
~Flashback to the present~
Suga opened his eyes, gasping for air. Yeah, he was a piece of shit. He should’ve showed you he loved you when you were still around. Now you were gone. You were dead. 6 feet under the ground, laying in a coffin that had been nailed shut. He had always pushed you behind, focusing on his music, forgetting about dates and text messages. Forgetting about you while you were at home anxiously waiting for him to come home or at least shoot you a text. “I’m a piece of shit,” Suga thought glumly. Looking at the trophy, Suga thought to himself in the stilled darkness. “All I wanted was a Daesang… All my life, I just wanted to be a successful artist, producer, and rapper. I was so focused on making music and winning that Daesang that I forgot I already had the best trophy with me. That trophy was Y/N. Now I lost her, I can never hear her voice nor listen to her snoring besides me. I got a Daesang. But I lost my one true love…” tears streamed down Suga’s eyes as he realized what a fool he was to lose you.
“Just smile. Smile, you can do that. You can do it,” J-Hope recited in his head as he smiled to the cameras. “C'mon, you do it better than that!!! I’m J freaking Hope!” he screamed internally. As the whole BTS moved on from the cameras, a reporter screamed loudly “J-Hope! J-Hope! How are you feeling?! How is life like after Y/N?” He froze dead in his track. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…. My precious Y/N…” J-Hope held down the urge to attack the stupid reporter. “No comment,” said Suga, as he glared daggers at the reporter making the reporter shrink back. Suga grabbed onto J-Hope’s arms and dragged him to the van, taking them to their photoshoot.
Arriving at the location of the photoshoot, every member had their individual shots for their upcoming album, as the photographer was taking pictures of J-Hope, the photographer suddenly stop, looked at J-Hope and said loudly, “Sir, your expression looks too dull, please, be brighter.” J-Hope smiled, well, grimaced actually. After a couple of shots, the photographer told him that it would do for now. J-Hope walked away from the set, too tired to even look at the photos. Once in the break/waiting room, he plopped himself down in the nearest seat and closed his eyes. “You know, holding it in isn’t going to do you any good, talk to us Hyung.” J-Hope heard Rap Monster say. J-Hope shook his head no. He wasn’t going to talk about it. He didn’t want to. “Leave it, don’t bother him,” Suga said somewhere from the room. J-Hope opened his eyes to see every member looking at him. He made eye contact with each individual one and lastly saw their manager walk into the room. He stood up and walked over to the manager. “Manager, am I done for the day? May I head back to the hotel?” J-Hope asked. The manager stared at J-Hope’s face before finally giving him the okay to leave.
Once alone in the hotel, J-Hope took a long hot shower and sat done on the armchair staring out into the night view of Hong Kong. Ah, Hong Kong, he loved visiting Hong Kong. The way the skyscrapers stood tall, as if they grew from underneath the ground and were reaching towards the skies. Reaching into his pant pocket, he took out his phone and opened up his iPhone. Your photo appeared and his heart did a double take. “I miss you Y/N. I miss you so much, why didn’t you wait for me, at least wait for me to see you one last time…” J-Hope cried. He glanced through all the photos you had once took on his phone, silly ones, laughing, sticking out your tongue. He clicked on a video he had taken of you, turning up the volume.“Look, look, look, I said look!!!” you screamed joyfully. You were dressed up as a horse for Halloween and were dancing to Dope. “I’m J-Horse, J-Dope!” you laughed maniacally as you did messed up the tricky footwork and tripped over the ridiculously long tail of the horse costume. “Aishhh~ My Jagi is so adorable!” J-Hope heard himself say as you continued to dance pretending to be J-Hope.The tears were coming out too fast now, his vision blurry, the video ended and he started crying, bawling his eyes out.
“I miss you so much Y/N. You were my happiness, with you, I didn’t have to pretend about being happy. With you, I was truly happy. I could be my true self with you, tell you my deepest secrets and you didn’t judge me, you helped me through my depression, even with antis attacking me and sending me hate through the internet, you had always been supporting me, loving me even when I couldn’t love myself. You accepted me the way I was when others couldn’t, and now you’re gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,” J-Hope lamented as he cried into the night, your photo smiling back at him on his phone screen.
***The song mentioned is Leona Lewis’s song “Yesterday” please go listened to it if you haven’t heard it, its a beautiful song!
~I just can’t believe you’re gone,
~Still waiting for morning to come,
~Want to see if the sun will rise,
~Here without you by my side,
Leona Lewis crooned in the background as Rap Monster sat in the kitchen eating cold leftovers. All the members were out doing there own things, with the exception of Suga who was sleeping as usual in his room. Rap Monster rarely listened to love songs. He was often listening to the latest rap song by his favorite artists and getting inspired by daily life to write his own beautiful lyrics. But on the occasions that he did happened to come across a meaningful love song, such as this particular song, he listened to it on repeat.
~When we had so much in store,
~Tell me what is it I’m reaching for,
~When we’re through building memories
~I’ll hold yesterday in my heart
Rap Monster slammed his chopsticks to the table, breaking them. He pushed the plate of tasteless food away from him. He didn’t have any more appetite. Not after everything that’s happened. He ran his hands through his hair, finally resting his head in his hands, covering his eyes. He let the music wash over him.
“I’m so tired Y/N… I’m so tired of fronting… Tired of acting like I’m fine.. I’m not fine. I miss you,” the unspoken words rung in his head. He gritted his teeth together as he reminisce about you-
~FLASH TO THE PAST~
“You know… To be completely honest with you, I don’t even see you as RAP MONSTER or Namjoon… I see you as… you. I don’t know if that makes sense,” you said catching him off guard.
“What?” Rap Monster had chuckled at you. “What do you mean you don’t see me as Rap Monster or Namjoon? My name is Namjoon, silly girl.”
“No.. I mean like, I know we are all given names from our parents, dumbass. But like, you know, when you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re tough and manly, not that you’re not manly now, but like you have this vibe around you. When you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re the leader of BTS, you’re the fierce don’t-mess-with-me-or-i’ll-cypher-you-up guy. When you’re NAMJOON, you’re the you that everyone in your close private life knows. The one your parents know, you’re childhood friends know. When you’re Brain Monster, haha, IQ148. Your members get to know both RAP MONSTER & NAMJOON. But for me… What I mean by being you, I mean that I know you. Well I think I know you. You let your guards down and you’re just being you… silly, full of aegyo, dorky, and kind of a sarcastic asshole at time, but caring and lovable. You’re a different Namjoon. I think that this side of Namjoon isn’t seen by everyone. Sorry, if this doesn’t make that much sense, i’m all over the place,” you had laughed at the end.
Rap Monster had sat there looking at you, processing what you had said. Sure, you didn’t make sense a little, but thats what he loved about you. You said what was on your mind even if it didn’t make any sense. What you said though, was right. He was a different person with you. With you, you made him feel exposed. Naked even. Although you were a little quirky, you made him feel so comfortable and loved that he soon let down his walls for you. You got to see the side of him that nobody else had seen. The one where he could be his true form, without having any worries. He could confide in you. Talk to you about anything, even if it was touchy subjects, he knew you would listen him out. You didn’t see him as Brain Monster with IQ of 148. You didn’t see him as Rap Monster. You saw him as a human being. As a delicate fragile person.
~Flashback to the Present~
~You always used to say I should be thankful for every day
~Heaven knows what the future holds or at least how the story goes
~But I never believed them till now
~I know I’ll see you again I’m sure no it’s not selfish to ask for more
~One more night one more day
~One more smile on your face but they can’t take yesterday
~I thought our days would last forever
~But it wasn’t our destiny
~‘Cause in my mind we had so much time
~But I was so wrong
~Now I can believe that I can still find the strength in the moments we made
~I’m looking back on yesterday
The tears he held inside for so long slowly made their way out. Snaking down his cheeks, dropping onto the wooden table. He laughed. Laughed out the pain. The laughing only lasted for about a couple seconds before he was gasping, clutching his side, shaking with sadness, crying in despair.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he whispered your name over and over again as he continued to cry softly.
“Jimin! It’s kick, kick, spin, arms out, left foot, turn and jump!” the choreographer exclaimed as he ran his hand through hair.“I’m sorry,” Jimin replied. He hated when the members couldn’t get the choreography right and when it was him who was the problem, he hated it even more. He despised making mistakes. “It’s getting too late,” the choreographer said looking down at his watch. “Let’s all just call it a night and go home, get a good nights rest and we’ll do this again tomorrow.“ The rest of the BTS members nodded their head in unison and the choreographer left the room, leaving the members alone to gather their things and go.
"Jimin-ah, let’s go,” V said as he came up to Jimin. Jimin shrugged V off.“You guys go first, I’ll come home soon,” said Jimin.“It’s almost 3 in the morning Jimin-hyung. Let’s just go home,” Jungkook persist. “No. Just go, leave me alone,” Jimin said turning his back on them. “Whatever then,” Suga said shooting Jimin a worried glance but since he was so exhausted, he exited the room going home. “You better be home by 4,” Jin said sternly. Jimin nodded curtly as the other members stared at him for his reaction. “I know you’re upset, but don’t overwork yourself, you’ll just end up fried from it and it won’t be good for your health. Y/N wouldn’t want that for you. Just so you know,” Rap Monster said resting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder before heading out. Jimin locked his jaws. He so wanted to hit Rap Monster for mentioning your name. That caught him by surprised. He wasn’t a violent person. But with your passing, it had taken such a toll on him, his mood swings were out of control. Jungkook and V gave you a glance and without a word left.
“Want me to stay and help you?” J-Hope asked. He was also the Choreographer leader and the ever helpful hyung. “No Hyung, you go home and rest, I promise I’ll get it down by tonight and I’ll be back at 4am,” Jimin said hoping to persuade J-Hope. “Well, if you insist…” J-hope said as he gathered his stuff, giving Jimin a quick one arm hug and leaving the room. Finally alone, Jimin turned up the music and started dancing to full capacity. As he danced the new moves, your past comments about his dancing made their way into his mind.
“Oppa, don’t try so hard! You look good enough as it is!” you had said.FLASH!“Jiminie~ look at that jibootayyyy~” you had playfully teased.
“Omo, look at that little tummy! I like what I see! I like those cinnamon rolls better than those chocolate abs,” you had said smiling making Jimin laugh out loud.
Ugh! Jimin collapsed to the bare empty floor of the practice room, the music cascading over him. He laid on the floor, covering his eyes with his arms. He could feel the sweat rolling off of his body and he could hear his heart thumping loudly, as if it was trying to break out of his rib cage. “I hate this. I hate that you left me, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!” he screamed. “I hate you Y/N! Do you hear me? I hate you so much! I hope you can hear me wherever you are?!” he continued to scream.Jimin crawled to the music player, turning it off and laid back down on his back. He had so many questions for you, why you left him in this world by himself. He thought he would get to be with his first love, he thought he would get to marry you and you would have his kids. He wanted you to be the mother of his kids. But now you were gone. You left without a word, and he never got to see you. He had been overseas promoting his new album with group when word got to him that you had gone back to the heavenly. Just thinking about it got him angry. “Why God, why?! Why did you have to take her back so soon…” he thought as he laid drenched in his own tears and sweat.
5 months. 5 months since you had left him without any warning. 5 months since you had died. Wasn’t it suppose to get better? Wasn’t the pain suppose to subside? Each day seemed harder than the last to V.
V took a swig of beer as some stupid love song played from Jungkook’s room. “Kookie-ah! TURN IT DOWN!!!” V yelled angrily. The music continued to play as V took another impatient gulp of the bitter beer.
~Flashback to the past~
“Oppa, do you know that drinking 2 or more alcoholic drinks each day can shorten your life at about 23 years? Please don’t drink! I want you to live with me forever!” you had exclaimed.
“Okay, okay, Y/N, I promise I will only drink on special occasions, other than that, I will try not to do it so much,” V had promised you.
“Pinky promise oppa?” you had said.
“Pinky promise,” V said as his pinky finger entwined with yours.
~Flashback to the present~
“Pinky promise my ass. Pssh. Yeah, live with forever, what a lie,” V thought angrily, downing the beer bottle, throwing it away and reaching for another one. “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” the accusations continued in his clouded mind. As he was about to open the new bottle of fresh liquor, Jungkook snatched it out of his hand, throwing it across the room.
“HYUNG! YOU CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!” Jungkook screamed at him. “I know you’re hurt, but that doesn’t mean that you have to waste your life away. I understand Y/N is gone, but what?! You drinking is and getting drunk is going to bring her back?!”
“Go away you pest, sheesh, always in my way of things,” V slurred. Yeah, he wasn’t in his right mind. But the thing that was as clear as day in his mind? You. You were. He would try to sleep and you would invade his dreams. He would be drunk out of his mind, and all he could see were you scolding him, laying out drinking facts to him. “I know what I’m doing kid, just leave me be,” V said as he reached down again to grab a new bottle.
“This can’t go on any longer,” the harsh sound of the leader cut through the air like a knife. V looked up to see Rap Monster glaring down at him. V smirked and said “Wah? Wahcha gunn do?” Rap Monster glared at him and was about to say something when J-Hope stepped in. “V-ssi, go take a shower and go to sleep, go sober up. You look like shit.” With a last glance at Rap Monster, J-Hope, and Jungkook, V got up and slowly made his way to the restroom, knocking over things and laughing all the way.
A little sobered up, V walked the lonely cold streets of Seoul, drowning in his thoughts. “Maybe a shot of whiskey would make me feel better,” he thought. He looked up to the moon and swore. “Y/N… I just can’t believe it. I thought you said you wanted to live with me forever, but you were the one to leave me first. How can you say things and not mean them. What are words if you don’t mean them when you say them? Y/N…”
He walked the lonely streets, lost in his thoughts before walking into the park that he had taken you on your first date together. He walked until he saw the bench that you both had sat on, where he first had asked you out, then had proposed to… He sat down on the bench. Looking to his right, was your spot. Memories invaded him as he sat there motionless. You laughing there, you smiling and cracking stupid jokes. You feeding him strawberries, you just holding his hands and resting your head on his shoulder. God he missed you. He missed you so much.
“Y/N…..” V whispered your name as he sat on the cold wired bench letting the tears flow freely.
Jungkook sat against the walls, looking at the only picture he had left of you. A single polaroid of you sleeping peacefully with his jacket covering you, your hair splaying out in different directions. This polaroid, the only memory he had left. This picture, he took everywhere with him, stuffing it in his wallet, and looking at it whenever he missed you.
“I’m so sorry Y/N… If only I had made it in time…” he weeped silently. Some people say that he didn’t know what love was. Being the maknae that he was and his young age, people often assumed that he didn’t know anything. “You don’t know what love is- you don’t know this, you don’t know that-” the comments from strangers.
But god, did he know. He looked at your picture once again hearing your last words ring in his head; “Kookie-oppa… I… I love you so much. And I miss you. Please tell me you love and miss me too,” you had said.
“I love you and miss you so much baby, when I get back from tour, I promise to take you to eat at your favorite restaurant and we can come back and play Overwatch!” Jungkook had said excitedly not knowing you were on your deathbed.
you had chuckled faintly and told him, “I’d love to… Promise me to always be happy okay? And work hard, and love deeply.”
Jungkook had been confused at the time, not knowing why you were saying what you were saying but he had agreed. Then, you told him you loved him one last time and before he knew it, all he could hear were the sounds of muffled cries. “Whats going on?!” he had thought. “Jungkook, my daughter has passed away. She just wanted one last phone call with you and not let you know that it was her time. I’m so sorry son.” your father had told Jungkook chilling him to the bones.
With the news of you dying, Jungkook had frozed. You? Dying? When were you ever sick?! He was your boyfriend and he never once knew of anything, any diseases, illness that you had had. What kind of boyfriend was he?!
Jungkook continued to weep as he remembered your funeral, you had laid peacefully in the coffin, not one trace of worry on your delicate face. He had ran home, cried his heart out and yelled at himself for being a terrible person. His hyungs had tried to comfort him but it just made him feel worse.
“I’ve failed you Y/N… I’ve failed you. I loved you, I still love you. I love you, I love you, please just come back,” Jungkook cried as he stared at your photo.
1. Spider-Man Television Theme 2. The World is Changing 3. Academic Decommitment 4. High Tech Heist 5. On a Ned-To-Know Basis 6. Drag Racing / An Old Van Rundown 7. Webbed Surveillance 8. No Vault of His Own 9. Monumental Meltdown 10. The Baby Monitor Protocol 11. A Boatload of Trouble Part 1 12. A Boatload of Trouble Part 2 13. Ferry Dust Up 14. Stark Raving Mad 15. Pop Vulture 16. Bussed a Move 17. Lift Off 18. Fly-By-Night Operation 19. Vulture Clash 20. A Stark Contrast 21. No Frills Proto COOL! 22. Spider-Man: Homecoming Suite
AU where Tony and some of the other avengers are all very young with Tony being the youngest at 16 and after a much less violent cw, Tony is alone with vision. And basically no legal guardian.
With Rhodey still in pt and pepper running SI, Ross takes the opportunity to try and seize custody of Tony as a legal guardian. However Ross has forgotten that the avengers were not the only team of enhanced individuals.
Cue the fantastic four, Jan van dyne dragging a reluctant hank pym and even a slightly concerned professor X all signing on as possible legal guardians for Tony because no way are they gonna stand by and let that monster get his hands on iron man.
Bruce Banner x Daughter! Reader and Peter Parker x Reader
Summary-You and your little brother Wyatt have been living on your own since your mother ran out on you two years ago. You hadn’t seen your father since you were 10 and now 7 years later he shows up on your door step asking for your help. Him and the avengers need a place to lay low for a while. Everyone is shocked to meet you and your brother. They never expected Bruce to have kids. Let alone enhanced ones
Message- Here’s part four! It’s kinda a filler chapter! Sorry if it sucks!!!
Warning- Mentions of child abandonment and a drug addicted mom, reader gets arrested
“What is your brother doing?” Danny asks. “I thought you
said that he drew pictures of the future.”
“He does.” You say as you move to look at what your brother
was doing. He was writing a list of names. “Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Jessica
Jones, Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Steven Strange, Danny Rand, Miles Morales, Y/N
Banner and Wyatt Banner. This is a list of who their targeting.” You murmur as
you watch your brother write more names.
“We need to warn everyone on that list. Tell them all to
hide.” Peter murmurs as your brother continues to write names.
“Or tell them to join us and fight.” You mutter.
“Woah, hey. I never agreed to anything.” Jessica says.
“This is too big to ignore, you have to realize that.” You
“Okay, I’m in or whatever.” Jessica says as she rolls her
“I’ll call a friend of mine and he
can start warning the people on the list.” Matt says as he grabs the disposable
phone from you.
“I need to call Aunt May, she needs
to get somewhere safe.” Peter murmurs to you.
“Can she take Wyatt with her?” You
ask and Peter nods. He uses the phone when Matt is done and gives may an
address down the road. May took Wyatt and left for an unknown location minutes
after she arrived.
“Okay, what’s the plan?” Luke asks
“Me and Peter get arrested.” You
say to them.
“How is that going to help
anything?” Danny asks.
“We need to know where they are holding
the Avengers, right? So odds are if me and Peter are apprehended they would
take us to where they are. If for no other reason than using me to get to my
Dad and Peter to get to Tony. So we put trackers on Peter and me, that way the
four of you can break everyone out.” You say as you cross your arms over your
“That’s….actually a really good
idea. Stupid, but good.” Matt says.
“Thank you.” You say.
“Your both okay with this? Getting arrested?
This will completely blow any chance at anonymity for either of you.” Luke
says. You look at Peter and he nods his head.
“Yeah, I mean they obviously
already know who we are, so it’s not like my secret identity is actually a
secret anymore.” Peter says as he takes your hand in his.
“So how do you plan on getting noticed?”