he had so many a lines in the show

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

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SDCC Steven Universe Panel Highlights

I thought I’d summarize some details on the San Diego Comic Con panel for anyone who wants it.

The panel at SDCC opened with a live singing of the theme song.

Zach Callison is the moderator. He introduced the guests: Michaela Dietz (Amethyst), Deedee Magno Hall (Pearl), Estelle (Garnet), AJ Michalka (Stevonnie), and of course Rebecca Sugar. He gives her congrats on the Emmy nomination (which is for “Mr. Greg” if you didn’t know). Then he asks the other cast members some questions. This is all paraphrased, not direct quoting.

Zach to Michaela: What Amethyst quotes do you use most in daily life?

Michaela says that when she wakes up, she makes noises that sound like her Gem is cracked. Then she says maybe she should change her answer to “womp womp.”

Zach breaks in with “Which way to the baby war?” as his favorite.

Zach to Deedee: What songs do you sing around the house?

She responds “Which do I NOT sing?” She likes “Love Like You” in the shower. “Steven and the Stevens” when she’s doing dishes, and “Peace and Love” a lot lately. Her kids are learning the songs on piano and ukulele, so there’s lots of SU tunes happening in her house.

Zach to Estelle: How has the popularity of the show affected your music career?

Estelle basically says a new generation of people are noticing her music and realizing she is the singer on songs they encounter in the wild. Zach says he grew up on “American Boy.” ;)

Zach to AJ: How has Stevonnie changed since their first appearance?

She says Stevonnie has learned a lot, and has more confidence now.

Then the cast does a great little line read of the scene when Stevonnie first appears, beginning with them barging in with “Pretty cool right?” The voice actors all say their parts and perform it slightly differently, which is cute. Then they do a version of “Here Comes a Thought” with Estelle and AJ!

Zach to Rebecca: What’s next on Steven Universe?

(Of course she laughs.)

Rebecca says the show has recently had so many huge events, so there will be lots of fallout, like a roller coaster from here on out. Then they show a clip. It’s sort of like a trailer. It’s all about Lapis’s conflictedness not wanting to get caught in another war, Homeworld’s future actions, Pearl being unable to properly explain the context of everything even though she wants to, and Greg not knowing his place in all this.

Zach says he hadn’t seen it yet.

Then they talk a bit about the Save the Light game coming out. A trailer for the game pops up and it includes footage that hasn’t been seen. Including a new character: Squaridot, a Peridot from Homeworld.

Rebecca was very involved in the making of the game. She says having a console game is a dream come true because they could do so much more than with the small mobile game, Attack the Light. There are Fusions and original characters, and the mechanics are relationship-based, and Greg is a player character who can play guitar. She likes that Squaridot is a Peridot who hasn’t made the kind of progress that Peridot has made. They segue to say Shelby Rabara (Peridot’s voice actor) is taking over social media for the week.

Then they talk about the Art and Origins book being out, and how there’s a SDCC-exclusive version. Launching also is the podcast, a 10-episode production, about the production of the show. McKenzie Atwood is the host. Rebecca and Steven were Episode 1–I’ve already heard this (and I seem to recall there wasn’t really a lot of new info except that the Gem writing in the Kindergarten will say who each section belongs to if you can read it, and that a lot of Ishtar imagery was used, including the 7 lions and the stars). Rebecca did episode 1 of the podcast with her brother, and says she wishes she could do everything with Steven. Zach and Grace are Episode 2.  

They talk about how the soundtrack Volume 1 is out, and announce that a vinyl version is out in fall! A limited-run Stronger than You and Love Like You vinyl single is out for SDCC.

Then they play a name-the-song game with SU cosplayers. They complimented a Pearl cosplayer’s cool spear too. They read lyrics, tell what song it’s from, and if the player gets it right, they win a vinyl single. Quiz songs included “Love Like You,” “Wailing Stone,” “Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart,” “Steven and the Stevens,” “It’s Over, Isn’t It,” “What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue),” and “Comet.” Most people got them right, but if they got it wrong they got to try another one.

Then there’s a Q&A, which I’m paraphrasing the 12 questions:

1. Audience member: Fluorite is a polyamorous relationship, right? What inspired it?

Rebecca said she went to an LGBTQ center in Long Beach and chatted about what stuff they really wanted to see. Poly relationships came up. (So yes, that’s confirmed, though in my opinion it really didn’t have to be since they were pretty clear about it!)

2. Audience member: Fan theories–do they influence you or do you have a master plan?

Rebecca says she loves fan theories, but they work way further in the future, so no, they really don’t influence what the story does. She has loved reading the theories about the trial, because some are onto something, and some are like way off. Zach says the good stuff gets downvoted a lot.

3. Audience member: Says a favorite character of theirs is Rainbow Quartz, and wants to know will we see a version of her with Steven?

Rebecca says of course she can’t give spoilers, but that Rainbow Quartz 2.0 would inevitably be different. Then she quickly says, “Forget I said that.”

4. Audience member: How old is Lion? Have we seen all his powers?

Rebecca says it’s a good question and can’t say exactly. The episode “Buddy’s Book” gives a hint at the general time when Rose was spending time with seven lions. That’s a gauge for how old Lion is. She implies that Lion does have more to show us about what he can do.

5. Audience member: Regarding the “Off Colors” episode, which Off Color do you relate to?

Rebecca immediately says “Rhodonite, the neurotic.” Then Zach says he relates to Padparadscha because he’ll trail off in the middle of a sentence. Deedee says she relates to that too.

6. Audience member: On writing music for the show–any challenges?

Rebecca says it’s very challenging–they’re given no extra time to work on the songs. “Mr. Greg” was most challenging of course. Zach is glad the Emmys recognized Rebecca’s extra hours. He said he had a hard time when his voice changed. “Puberty is a thing,” he says, while talking about some songs he struggled with.

7. Audience member: Will there be a Blu-Ray?

Rebecca would like it. Making it happen will take more moments like this (the panel, people showing up for the show).

8. Audience member: Did Yellow Diamond shatter Pink Diamond?


Zach: “We won’t tell anyone what you say Rebecca.”

Rebecca just says she’s really excited about the next run because it was a chance to do a real murder mystery.

9. Audience member: What inspired you to use gems/rocks?

Rebecca: “Aesthetic! It’d look cool!” But she learned a lot about myths. Smoky Quartz was fun to learn about gem trivia for, building important symbolism into their character. Estelle said gems are just really pretty, that’s enough of a reason.

10. Audience member: How often do you write a song and then build an episode around it or vice versa?

Rebecca says it depends. Character stories will need a song when dialogue just isn’t enough. “Here Comes a Thought” was unusual since it came before the episode. She wanted it to be a tool to teach kids about mindfulness meditation.

11. Audience member: Do you anticipate what’s going to be popular on your show?

Rebecca says on the inside they focus on loving what they’re making. Team ideas that are spur of the moment seem to catch on most with the fans too. They discuss Padparadscha’s immense popularity. Sapphires are sort of Zelda-like, Rebecca says, and she wanted one who reminded her of Peach. Lamar Abrams came up with the idea of making her hair kinda look like a crown to increase the feeling that she has a matching vibe.

12. Audience member: On Lars’ development: was it planned initially?

Rebecca says it happened naturally. He’s one of the oldest characters in the show, and she was drawing him in college. Lars-n-Sadie comics are older than SU. (This was already known but apparently some people didn’t know they predate the show.) So of course they were always going to be important. (Zach says Lars was important in the pilot for calling Steven names.)

Ok I just had an idea

What if for the trc show the actor who plays Noah narrates all of the important parts of the show from lines from the book Like for the opening scene of the pilot he would voice over “blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she’d been told that she would kill her true love” and so on and so forth while blue went about her day at 300 fox way helping her family with readings or at school or something And then for season 2 it would begin with “a secret is a strange thing. There are three kinds of secrets.” With Noah actor voice over and scenes showing Ronan and his three types of secrets Or for trk “Richard gansey iii had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness” Because they’re all connected through Noah and he’s been watching them all and he knows them all and he loves them all Could u imagine

The day I apparently broke the internet! From Dallascon16

So I have come to learn that quite a lot of people have seen this photo and only about half know the amazing story behind it. So I thought I would finally tell it here on tumblr!

I had bought a mishalecki photo op ticket on the Thursday before the convention but had absolutely no clue what pose to do, until it hit me. I am a hug Misha fan, and every time I have gotten to talk to him I am usually sarcastic and try to match his wit. I also love Jared, he is like an actually giant puppy. Anyway way the whole fandom knows that Misha had bragged about how flexible he is, well I am quite flexible too. Just as flexible as Misha actually,lol! So then this pose came to mind. I knew it would crack Jared up and it would give me a chance to show off some skill. I didn’t want to many people knowing what pose I was going to do because I was afraid volunteers might not be keen on the idea or I just wanted it to be a surprise.

So I was third or so in line for the photo and Misha and Jared set the tone pretty quickly with their entrance that screamed fun and sexy. Half the people in the room knew what pose I was gonna do and the other half didn’t. When it came my turn I walked up to Jared and Misha, I had to repeat it twice but for the sake of just retyping the same things I will write once.

I stood between Jared and Misha, looking at Jared while I kept Misha in my sights. I said this, “ Hey guys so I am going to do a pose you have never done before. (They began to smile; I then gently put my hand on Misha’s chest to direct Jared’s attention) See I am more flexible than Misha is, (Jared chuckled, Misha looked curious) so I am going to do a reverse table top yoga pose and I want you two to arm wrestle on my stomach. Look as extreme as possible, got it!?” I had to repeat this twice, but both were smiling and went ok, I have a feeling they were still confused, that was until I hit the ground. I heard half the room gasp,slightly, and the other half sorta whispering. From above I heard Jared and Misha go at the same time, “OH”, they had finally understood. Jared actually signaled for Chris to do another picture because he realized they both were not ready when the photo was taken, I am so glad he did cause it turned out amazing.

As I started to come out of the pose Jared helped me up, which was basically pulling me 3ft into the air, I am 5′2! He went, “Damn girl that was kick ass!” and gave me a high five. I told both of them thank you and started to walk away when Misha decided he was not done with me yet. Misha gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He leaned in so close to my face I could feel his scruff and he whispered, “ Your not more flexible than me.” As I turned to look at him he gave me the Casifer grin and winked. And to put the cherry on top of me walking away I started smiling and wagging my finger going, “No no no no no”, and the damn music stopped. Misha and Jared chuckled and I left. Later that day I showed Jared the photo, he cracked up laughing and decided to sign it, even though I already had his auto. I was like Jared stop and he went, nope I am signing this. He also signed it with AKF.

There you have it, my crazy story!

Yuri on Ice 2017/02/11 all night event report

I’m back from the event and I’ll write a report before going to sleep, mostly because I’m sure I will not be able to decipher my scribbles when I wake up… It’s not the full talk show since you can’t record it and also I couldn’t possibly write down everything, but I tried to take note of most things, especially stuff that has never been mentioned elsewhere. In the end it became quite long so I guess I was able to get most of the stuff down…

Needless to say it’s my notes, so other people might write about parts I omitted, etc. To be honest quite a few of the things they said especially in the beginning, like what the seiyuu think about their characters, is something I’ve read so many times in interviews that I could almost answer in their place, lol… I was a bit disappointed that one of the questions that was answered is the one about Chris’ mysterious acquaintance, because actually Kubo answered that in Pash already (it’s in the Q&A part I’ll be translating later), and I hoped they would feature questions about stuff that hasn’t been explained yet. Well I guess not everybody reads interviews, but still…

Due to the format of the report you can find my comments here and there, mostly in brackets.
Under the cut because it’s long.

I forgot to mention something important: the ones participating in the talk show were Mitsurou Kubo, Toshiyuki Toyonaga (Yuuri), Junichi Suwabe (Victor), Kouki Uchiyama (Yurio).

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“Dear Harry Stafford, Lizzie disappoints me. I hoped that she would stand against her husband, and be loyal to her own House, York, but she likes King Henry more than I imagine that she could, and is obedient to him. Her sole complaint with Henry would seem to be within the marriage bed, as she grumbles that his manhood rarely rises to the occasion and even when it does, he tries to thrust it into the wrong… – Dowager Queen Elizabeth Woodville, episode 1.02


summary; shawn gets jealous when another guy comes into the picture, but he doesn’t exactly know how to voice his feelings

warning; slight profanity


Having a best friend that also was the captain of the basketball team definitely had its perks. You’d always have a front row seat saved for you at every game, and because Shawn didn’t have a girlfriend, you were the person he’d ask to wear his jersey around school on game days. This usually left many girls at your school envious, but you were grateful to be walking around campus with your best friend’s last name on your back. It was a nice feeling knowing that between all of the girls that threw themselves at Shawn and his other friends, you were that one that he asked to be wearing his number and name.

The game tonight would be a big match-up for your school, North High, as the basketball team would be playing your long time rival, West Bay Academy. It was often a game that was packed especially since it was a home game for North High School, and it was a game you didn’t wanna miss. What brought the match-up even more hype was how this game would determine who moved on to regionals since both the North High and West Bay basketball teams were undefeated.

The game has been the only thing Shawn has talked about since last season when the team came short and lost by just two points. It also didn’t help that he already had some beef with West Bay’s team captain, Nathan Martin, which was another reason why he wanted to win so bad. He’s only brought up Nathan once, but that was enough for you to know that he didn’t like the boy. Your childhood bestfriend never told you why he hated him so much, but you knew it’s been another motive and reason for Shawn to win this game. Ever since then, he’s been on the court from dusk to dawn training and perfecting his shots and skill. Both being seniors, you understood how much Shawn wanted this win under his belt before graduating from North High as his excitement soon became yours aswell. It concerned you how often he was working out, but you knew how much he wanted to take this win for the school and himself.

You took your seat in the blue stand as students wearing blue and black, your school colors, started flooding the room. Soon enough, the gym was crowded with people from both North High and West Bay, meaning the game would start any minute.

Right as that though occurred, the cheerleaders ran across the court and did their usual mini routine before your principal at the microphone introduced the teams. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you saw Shawn run out of the locker room doors. You could already see the concentration and hunger in his usually bright, topaz eyes. Bringing yourself to your feet, you cheered loudly for Shawn as they introduced him as a part of the team’s starting five. His eyes searched for you in the crowd until his eyes met yours. Winking at you before turning his attention back on the refs, you were left with a creeping pink blush.

You weren’t gonna deny it when it came to your best friend; Shawn was definitely good-looking and had a smile that would send any person into the sky. He knew all of the right words to flatter someone, and he knew how to treat people. He was charming all around, making it no mystery why so many girls craved to be acknowledged by him. Admittedly, you had a major crush on him in your sophomore year and many grades leading up to that, but you quickly pushed away the thought and possibility of ruining a great friendship between the two of you. The two of you have known each other since the 2nd grade and you didn’t want to put that on the line. Embarrassingly enough, you still might’ve had a small crush on him, but luckily it was tiny enough to be able to push to the side. Shawn never showed any signs of being interested in you – not like you were his type anyways. He always seemed to go for the more outgoing and loud girls, someone who’d balance out his just as chirpy personality.

All while reevaluating your feelings for Shawn, all 10 players on the court circled around the center of the floor for the jump. The suspense was already thickening at the air, the crowd silent as the referee tossed the ball into the air. You clapped as the ball was passed to Shawn, who was already making his way through the tall defenders. He hastily yet smoothly dribbled up to the three-point line to shoot, exactly how you’d seen him do behind closed doors in practice a million times. As the net made the sound of a ‘swish’ you and the crowd went wild.

All in the same minute, a player from the opposing team went in for the layup successfully, making the score an already tight 3-2, with Shawn’s team leading. This was going to be a game for the books.

By halftime, North High was winning with a comfortable yet high 73-56 on the scoreboard. Shawn had already dropped 24 of those points, and you couldn’t be any happier for your best friend. All of his hard work was finally being showcased in front of everyone tonight, and by the look on his face, you knew Shawn was thinking the same. He was definitely humble about his talents, but always appreciated the praise that came from the rowdy student crowd.

When the referee blew the whistle indicating the third quarter would be starting in a matter of seconds, a wink that was sent your way caught your eye. It wasn’t the familiar silly type of wink that belonged to Shawn, but it was from a player on West Bay’s team. You didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t stop you from blushing for the second time tonight. You looked away to cover the rising red hue coming to your face but as you looked up, the unknown player was still looking at you, adorned with his bright smile. Sure, he was cute, but you brushed it off your shoulder suspecting that the gesture probably wasn’t even meant for you.

Your cue to snap out of your daydreams came when the crowd roared again, telling you that someone had scored. The score moved up to 75-56, meaning North High just got another two points. Looking around for who might’ve gotten those points, your questions were answered when you heard the gym chant Shawn’s name. Before you had any more time to ponder, Shawn stole the ball from the other team, sprinting down the court with the ball dribbling in his right hand. His arms and legs flexed as he worked on taking the ball down the court. You couldn’t help but stare at his back muscles stiffly flexing through the thin material of his jersey. Shawn slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder, making sure no one was there to stop him. Leaping, he went in for the dunk, making it. Rising to your feet alongside the rest of your school, you cheered for Shawn and the dunk. At least his long noodle legs were finally good for something you giggled to yourself.

This night couldn’t have gotten any better for Shawn. Not only had he scored over a third of North High’s points for tonight, but it looked like the win would be going to him and his team tonight. You could see the passion and excitement shine through him as he ran down the court with a grin.

By the time there was only ten seconds remaining in the last quarter, you checked the score to see it be 103-89. You knew that there was no way West Bay would be able to catch up by now, and ran down the court to congratulate Shawn and the team once the timer drained and the sound of buzzer consumed the whole gym.

He immediately brought you in for a hug as soon as you tapped his shoulder.

“Hey watch it, you’re sweaty and smelly,” You teased at your best friend.

“Oh shut it, Y/N. Don’t kill my vibe,” Shawn laughed back. He was still energetic from the adrenaline of the game, his arms shaking off the nerves that he usually gathered from any match.

“I’m so proud of you. You kicked some butt out there,” You said, hugging Shawn tighter.

The two of you hugged for who knows how long before he was forced to let go by his waiting team. They all lined up near the microphone and huddled around the coach and principal. Some were even making their own circle around Shawn who without a doubt, had been the star player tonight.

“Everyone congratulate your new district champs! They will be moving on to regionals in two weeks!” Your principal enthusiastically shouted through the mic. If the gym wasn’t already loud with school pride, it definitely was now. The trophy was handed to Shawn as he raised it towards the ceiling, marking your school’s basketball team as the new champions. A year’s worth of hard work payed off, and you were more than glad to witness the important night for your bestfriend and school.

After all was said and done, Shawn headed back to the locker room with his team to freshen up before the two of you would go out for a celebratory dinner. It was a tradition for the two of you to always go to the diner a few minutes away from the school to celebrate a win. Shawn even ditched the rest of his team to go, and even though you insisted to raincheck on the dinner, he wouldn’t budge. You loved how he always out your friendship in front of everything else, and it almost made you feel selfish for taking him away from his team especially on this special night.

While you were waiting in the stands watching the court and gym clear out, the same person who winked at you earlier seemed to be approaching and waving at you. Looking around to see if he was trying to grab someone else’s attention you were the only person in your stand’s area to your dismay. Telling yourself to calm down and to just be yourself, you shot him a smile in return.

The boy had straight brown hair – slightly lighter than Shawn’s – and the brightest blue eyes. Similar to your best friend, he was sweaty and looked just as tired from just playing the intense game that just took place moments ago.

You mentally slapped yourself for probably staring too long, but he was definitely cute. Okay, he was hot.

He stopped just a few feet away from you before he introduced himself. “Hey, I’m know that we don’t know each other, but I’d like that to change,” he said while scratching the back of his head. “I saw you from the stands and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” The boy said to you as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh, and I promise I don’t go doing this to every girl I see at games,” He explained as if he was just reading your thoughts.

You giggled and took your chance, “Well, I’d love to get to know you too. You’re from West Bay?” You ask, trying to carry on the conversation. Immediately, you realize how dumb you sounded. He’s wearing a West Bay jersey, and just played in the game, what do you think, idiot?

He didn’t point out your stupid question but instead nodded his head and laughed. “Yep! I’m Nate, by the way,” He stuck out his hand and you shook it.

“Y/N,” You introduced yourself. The name ‘Nate’ sounded awfully familiar, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it.

“Oh, you did really good tonight, by the way,” You added for courtesy even though your eyes were only on Shawn the whole night.

“Thank you,” He laughed. “Although it’s a little hard to play well when you see a gorgeous girl in the stands,” He said as you covered your hot face. This boy knew what he was doing to you, and he didn’t need you to respond to know that his flirting had an effect on you.

“Anyways,” He snapped you out of your embarrassment, “Here’s my number. Maybe we can talk and hang out in the next week or two? I gotta go, but hopefully we’ll see each other very soon. Bye Y/N,” Nate said before giving you another smile and wink before walking towards the gym exit.

Taking the slip of paper that had his scribbled digits, you wave him goodbye. You probably looked crazy, staring off into no where, but your mind instantly brought you to the perfect date setting. Nate would be there, and the two of you would be laughing, learning about one another, and enjoying each other’s company.

Noticing that Shawn was heading out of the locker room, you ran over to him and gave the now freshened up boy a hug. “I don’t know if I told you this yet, but you did amazing tonight, Shawny. I’m so proud of my bestfriend!” You squealed. “And that dunk? Oh my gosh, I wish I got that on camera! What a way to end the season, huh?” You raved.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” He chuckled, reaching his hand over to your head to mess up your hair.

“You know I’d never miss one of your games,” You replied while wrapping an arm around his waist. It was like the perfect fit, especially since he was so much taller and bigger than you.

Shawn thanked you and draped his long arm over your shoulders. The two of you talked more about the game and future championships for a little before he stopped mid sentence to ask another question.

“What’s up with you?” Shawn continued walking over to the stands with you. “You’re red as a tomato and won’t stop laughing like an idiot. Oh my gosh, please don’t tell me it’s because of that boy you were talking to,” He giggles while lightly nudging your shoulder.

You don’t even try to lie to him.

“Oh crap, you saw that?” You chuckle to yourself before starting, “Okay, well, this guy who played on West Bay’s team came up to me and we just talked for a little,” You said, hoping that Shawn wouldn’t prod into the details any further.

“Hmm… are you sure that’s all that happened?” Shawn joked with a serious tone underlying in his question. He knew you were hiding something.

“Okay, okay, fine. He also gave me his number and might’ve maybe called me gorgeous. He asked to hang out soon, but I’m pretty sure he just said that to be nice,” You spill.

Shawn’s eyebrows perked up for a split second before he recovered. “Aww, my little Y/N is growing up and getting some,” He wiggled his thick eyebrows, as you groaned into his side. “What’s his name? Do you think he’s cute?” He always asked these type of questions when you talked about any guy you met.

You might’ve been excited, but that didn’t stop you from noticing that Shawn’s body had straightened and that he had a forced smile all while saying this. His flat tone was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t as ecstatic about Nate as you. Deciding that it was probably from how tired he was, you didn’t press on.

“I think he said it was Nate,” You answer, not completely sure. “He was pretty good looking, I guess.”

You wait for a reply from Shawn, but it never comes. Turning to your right to face him, his jaw is tightened and fists are clenched. As the two of you walk around the gym to greet everyone who came out to watch, you became aware of how Shawn lost the excitement he usually had after a win. His thank you’s sounded empty and conversations seemed rushed as if he didn’t want to be in the gym anymore.

“Shawn? Everything alright? You’re not gonna tell me how you think the game went? Not even about all those threes you made?” You ask worriedly. You tried mentioning the game’s highlights in hopes of getting a few words out of Shawn, but you found yourself receiving no answer from your childhood bestfriend.

Did you do something wrong? You’ve known him since the two of you were seven, but you’ve never seen this type of expression on his face. His usually chirpy and bright face was now traded with…anger? This was like the face he would make when he’d talk about beating West Bay, but almost even worse.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” He says through his teeth. Shawn’s fists were clenching around his car keys.

You were about to say something about dinner to lighten the mood, but you got cut off by Shawn.

“You said Nate was his name?” He questions while you nod in confirmation.

“Brown hair?” You nod.

“Nice smile?” You nod.

“Blue eyes?” You find yourself nodding again, confused. Did Shawn know Nate? You didn’t remember seeing anyone like Nate at last year’s game, but then again, it was a year ago.

Fuckboy?” Shawn says, emphasizing this description from the others.

Taken aback for a minute, you stop in your tracks.

“Excuse me?” You question.

“Un-fucking-believable,” You catch Shawn muttering under his breath as he briskly walks away from you.

You get close enough to him to grab his arm and somewhat slow him down.

“What are you going on about Shawn? Do you know him?”

“Does the name Nathan Martin maybe lighten a damn light bulb in that head of yours?” Shawn snaps, and your eyes widen. No wonder why the name ‘Nate’ sounded so familiar, it must’ve been a nickname that he used of Nathan.

Wait,” You pause, “You’re telling me that the Nate who just tried to hit on me,” You stop again, “Is the same very Nathan that you’ve had beef with for the last year? The same very person that you claim to hate?”

Your best friend nods, but never meets your stare. How did you not recognize the name the minute Nate introduced himself to you? You felt stupid, but didn’t understand why Shawn had to be so harsh. Was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He doesn’t like you and has never showed any interest in you. Maybe you were overthinking things, but you had your reasons.

Before you could say anything else, he’s already back to walking away from you. Figuring that it’d be best to not press him on until you guys were sitting in the car, you quietly trail behind the six foot boy. His footsteps are rushed, making it hard for you to keep up with him. You almost have to run to his car to make sure he wouldn’t drive off without you.

Once you click the seat belt of your passenger seat, you look over to look at Shawn’s face. His features are a little more relaxed, but he’s gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles are showing white. This was the last scenario you would’ve imagined to happen, especially after a win that Shawn has been going on about for the past year.

You wait for when you’re halfway to the restaurant to resume the conversation you and Shawn had in the gym.

“Shawn?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“Yes Y/N?” He sighs while keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“Why do you hate Nathan so much? Like I get that you were mad about the loss last year, but there has to be another reason. You can trust me, Shawn.” You coo.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn looks you in the eyes. “You really wanna know?” He asks, while you frantically nod your head ‘yes’.

He waits a few seconds before he begins. “Do you remember the girl I had a huge crush on at the beginning of junior year?”

A little hurt at the memory, you nod your head. You knew Shawn had a crush on a girl last year, but he never went into much detail on what happened between the two of them. You both considered each other your bestfriends, but when it came to dating, Shawn was always closed off about his romantic life. All you knew was that she went to West Bay and that they talked back and forth a lot. Not a day went by that Shawn wouldn’t mention how much he liked the girl, but one day it all stopped. When you tried to ask him what happened, he’d get upset and would try to change the subject.

“Well as you know, she went to West Bay and we had a thing. Ask anyone, and they’d say the same. We were exclusive, but not exclusive if that makes sense? We had a thing for each other, but it was nothing official.” He tried to explain the complicated relationship.

You gesture for him to go on with the story.

“We talked back and forth and even went on some dates for a few months before I finally decided to man up and ask her out one night. I was so nervous, but I just wanted to be able to call her mine. I was so head over heels for this girl, it was insane,” He closes his eyes at the stop light as if he were reminiscing.

“The night I was going to ask her out, I was going to decorate her room with balloons and flowers, and then ask her to be my girlfriend. Cliche, I know, but I didn’t know any better way. I texted her and when she told me she was out of the house and busy, I headed straight to her house where her mom let me in after I explained everything. When I got to her room, the lights were already on, but I didn’t think much of it until I heard some noise coming from behind the door. I know I should’ve knocked, but I stupidly opened the door to see Nathan Martin and the girl of my dreams at the time sucking off each other’s faces and practically naked. If I were to open the door any later, I’m pretty sure I would’ve walked in on a much worse scene,” Shawn paused for a minute and slowed into the parking lot of your favorite food spot.

To say the least, you were completely speechless. You didn’t know whether to hug him or tell him to drive you to the girl’s house so you could beat the living shit out of her. You were protective of your bestfriend, and tried to hold in your slight anger that was bubbling inside you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Shawn. No one should have to go through that,” You said while putting your hand on his. “She didn’t deserve you. It was her loss.”

“But wait, there’s more,” Your best friend says in a sarcastic tone. “When I confronted her, she told me that she was only using me as a rebound and a way to get Nate, her ex-boyfriend, back. She chose him over me and told me to leave. I don’t know if it was because I was so embarrassed or hurt, but I was crushed. I’m obviously way over it, but I remember being so upset over it that I didn’t leave my room for the next two weeks. After that day and the night of last year’s game, I wanted to whoop him and his stupid little West Bay team’s ass. Nathan stole what would’ve been my girl; he took away the girl I was crazy for,” He stopped talking to close his eyes. His face no longer showed anger or hate, but instead remorse and hurt. The diner’s bright sign lit up his now calm face, bringing the conversation to a more relaxed level.

You thought he was finished with his story until he opened his mouth again. “He did it once, and I guess he’s about to do it again,” Shawn sighed.


Did you hear that right? What did he mean that Nathan would do it again? Did Shawn like someone that he didn’t tell you about? Not gonna lie, you were slightly hurt that you best friend of almost ten years wouldn’t tell you about his crush, but you decided to put him before yourself.

“What do you mean someone else, Shawn? Who?” You were dreading the answer.

He laughs and you become even more afraid of his reply. “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N, do you seriously not get it?” You were taken aback, and almost felt stupid. Did Shawn have a thing with another girl while you were thinking that you might’ve just maybe, had a chance with him?

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted. “I like you. You’re just too damn oblivious to see it. I’m jealous and I feel so stupid for it, but I can treat you so much better than Nate could ever.”

Now, it was your turn to be quiet. You and Shawn were sitting in his car parked in front of the restaurant right after he just confessed his feelings for you. For what must’ve been the millionth time, you were speechless, dazed, and confused.

Shawn liked you? He liked you back? You’ve been waiting for this moment since 8th grade, but something felt wrong. Shawn was too good for you, it just felt too good to be true. As the butterflies in your stomach settle down, you try to find the right words to say, but didn’t even get the chance to speak before Shawn adds on.

“Actually, scratch that,” You could feel your heart beating through your chest when he said that. What was he trying to do? Was this just a sick prank?

“I love you Y/N.” He breathed.

You try to find you words, and after a few seconds, you muster up the words that you only imagined saying to Shawn in your dreams. “I l-like you t-” And before you could say anything else, his lips were latched to yours. His body leaned over the glove compartment to grab your face closer to his as you lace your fingers in his still damp curls. The heat between the two of you soon became one as there was no distinct space lying in between. It was a short kiss, but you’ve never felt any butterflies like this. You could no longer tell if this was real life or not, but if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“Please give us a chance Y/N. And if you just wanna be friends after all of this, I get it. I just can’t live knowing that I never tried. Nate doesn’t deserve you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say this. I love you, Y/N. So, so much. So much more than that dick can. Can we just try?” Shawn rambled. You’d never think you’d live the day to be hearing those words from your bestfriend. It was like a scene out of a movie.

“Okay, let’s try it” You say, going in for another peck. You were surprised at how calm you were, but being around Shawn made everything feel so calm, so natural.

“Now can we please get some food? I’m starving,” You tease.

Shawn nodded his head, undoing his seatbelt of his jeep and running to the door of the diner to open it for you. He asked if he could hold your hand and of course, you obliged. You have held hands with Shawn before, but this time it was different. This time, there was feelings and meaning behind it. You felt on top of the world, and suddenly, your conversation with Nate just less than an hour before seemed much more insignificant.

“Who knew it’d take your enemy and jealously to get us here,” You joked as the two of you walked through the doors of the diner hand in hand.


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This Feels So Wrong (Part Three)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Crying, Blood, Death
Part One Part Two

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

You hadn’t spoken to Peter in days. It was the longest you two had ever gone without talking, and you couldn’t help but miss him. You wouldn’t let that break you, though. You weren’t ready to talk to him after the betrayal and heartbreak you felt at the discovery that he was the one who kissed you. He had full knowledge of your identity, and while he was kissing you, you were kissing Spiderman. 

Peter and Spiderman weren’t the same person, no matter the fact that he was the one under the red spandex suit. 

You avoided him during class, and eventually, he stopped trying to come up to you. You would only walk away, not looking at his face. It was difficult, but you made it work. If you didn’t see his face, you wouldn’t have to come to terms with the pain both of you were feeling.

And you ignored what you stopped him from saying on that night, because knowing that he– knowing what he was about to say, would tear you up from the inside out.

Michelle and you were sitting at your new lunch table when it happened. After a few days of eating lunch on your own while your other three friends sat in near silence on the other end of the lunch room, Michelle chose to join you. In her words, she “didn’t want you to look like a pathetic-ass loser.”

You secretly appreciated her presence, even if she only sat across from you quietly while reading the book in her lap. You knew she actually cared, and it made you smile every time she walked over to you. 

The two of you were now eating your lunches, not talking and Michelle again reading. You were sure it was the fourth book you’d seen her with this week, and it was only Wednesday.

Multiple loud ringtones and the sound of violent vibrating distracted you from where your eyes were concentrated on your sandwich, mind wandering to anything and everything. You startled as the loud noises echoed through the cafeteria, accidentally whacking your arm against the table. You hissed through your teeth, letting out a quiet curse as the stitched-up cut in your arm bursted with pain.

You looked down at your phone, grabbing it and grimacing in pain, to see what the fuss was about. Your eyes widened as you read the notification, the phone still shaking in your grip. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and Michelle looked up to notice your fear-stricken expression.

“What happened?” She asked, usual dry tone gone. She could clearly see something was wrong.

You began to read off your phone with a monotone voice. “Live Feed: Villain ‘Green Goblin’ battles Spiderman in Queens, the hero badly injured and barely fighting his enemy off with no Avengers in sight on…”

You trailed off, hand beginning to shake along with your phone.

“On what?” Michelle urged, and her eyebrows began to furrow.

“It’s the street Peter lives on,” you nearly whispered. You couldn’t feel pain any longer in your arm. “Oh my god,” the realization struck, and you whipped your head to look at the opposite side of the cafeteria. 

Peter wasn’t at his table. But Ned was, also staring down at his phone with wide eyes. 

You didn’t have time to think, only acting as you stood from your seat and began to run. Michelle yelled after you but you didn’t listen, crashing through the doors and into the empty hallways. You shoved your phone into your pocket as you ran through the halls, and you ignored any teacher’s yells for you to slow down.

When you heard Ned’s calls from behind you, you stopped. You figured that you had to catch your breath to be able to make your way to Peter, so you turned around to face the boy with the same expression of worry on his face as yours.

“Where are you going?” He asked, and you weren’t sure if you should tell him the truth.

“Why are you following me?” You asked instead. He squinted his eyes at you.

“Peter told me,” he said, and you looked at him with wide eyes,

“And what did he tell you?” You responded with another question.

“He said that he told you that he’s Spiderman,” he replied, and you immediately felt the betrayal seep back in.

“You knew he was Spiderman?” You asked with a soft voice, in fear it would crack if you spoke any louder.

“Yes,” Ned responded slowly, and he knew that wasn’t the answer you wanted when your face dropped.

“How long have you known?” You didn’t want to believe that he had told someone else before you, but then Ned replied with,

“A few months. Six, maybe.”

“A few months?” You burst out, eyebrows furrowing as you felt your heart hurt in your chest. 

“He didn’t want you to get hurt,” Ned said, trying to make you feel better. It didn’t work.

“Well, that worked out great, don’t you think?” You let out a self-deprecating laugh, looking to your feet.

Peter was your best friend. He wasn’t supposed to hide things from you, especially not big things like this. 

“He’s got a lot of enemies, people who are trying to kill him,” Ned went on, and you shook your head. You didn’t want to hear things like this. Peter was the nicest boy you knew. He wasn’t someone who had enemies. “And he didn’t want to tell you in case someone found out who he was. Or who you were. He was trying to-”

“Protect me,” you finished for him, looking back up. “He said he wanted to protect me,” you said so quietly that Ned almost didn’t hear you. And then you remembered the notification you and the whole school had gotten, and you took a step back. “I gotta go.”

“Wait!” Ned reached out and caught your wrist in his grip. You looked at him impatiently as he let out a sigh. “Just, be careful,” he said. You nodded in response and then turned around, Peter the only thing on your mind.

You made your way out of the school, and you didn’t think you had ever run faster. Peter’s apartment was only a few short minutes away, but as you sprinted down multiple sidewalks, the trip had never felt longer.

You knew you had made it when you saw a police barricade. Police cars were lined up across the street, the officers themselves crouching behind the cars with their guns aimed towards the middle of the street. When you stepped up behind them, you gasped at what you saw.

Floating in the air was a boy with sickly green skin and a menacing smile on his face. He looked truly terrifying, and you didn’t want you or Peter anywhere near him. Below him, cowered on the ground, was your best friend.

His suit was torn up in so many places, and it looked like more of his skin was showing than the suit. His pale skin was covered in cuts and dirt and scrapes, and you could see patches of blood appearing on the suit. He held an arm around his middle, and his hand was pressed tightly against his abdomen. You were sure he was seriously injured by the way that he was barely holding himself up.

“What are you doing?” You asked the police officers hysterically, watching as Peter lost energy every second he was sitting there in the middle of the concrete road. He had no one to save him. “Help him!”

An officer turned towards you and gave you a sympathetic look. But you didn’t care to even glance towards him, too scared to look away from Peter. “We can’t do anything. Our weapons do nothing against this guy. We’ve tried.”

And then you noticed that Peter didn’t have his mask on. You didn’t know how you didn’t notice it as soon as you arrived, but his mask was discarded on the ground next to him. He was letting the world see his identity. And if he was doing that, then–

He knew he was going to die.

“So you’re just,” you stopped to whimper as you watched the Goblin land gently on the ground. He was talking to Peter with a scowl on his face, and although you couldn’t hear him, you weren’t sure you wanted to know what he was saying. “You’re just going to let him die?”

The officer sighed before he simply said, “I’m sorry.” He turned around, looking back at the pair, and you wondered why he tightened his grip on his gun and put his finger on the trigger if he wasn’t going to use it.

But you wouldn’t have this. You wouldn’t just watch your best friend die, the love of your life die. You had been through too much together, and you still had so much more to go through.

You made your way to the edge of the barricade, and you quickly squeezed yourself between the police cars before you ran towards Peter. You ignored the officers yelling from behind you, telling you to get back. Peter was the only thing you could see, the only thing that mattered.

All anger you had towards him disappeared in that moment as you stood in front of him, blocking him from the Goblin’s view. “Stop!” You yelled, and he tilted his head at you curiously. 

“(Y/N),” Peter murmured softly, and you almost didn’t hear him. You knew he didn’t do it purposely, for he was too weak to speak any louder. It made you even more worried. “Get out of here.”

“Well, what do we have here?” The villain said mischievously, taking a step closer to you. You stayed in front of Peter. 

“Stay away from him,” your voice shook as you spoke, but you stood up straighter, trying to seem strong. You needed to be strong for Peter.

The Goblin laughed, almost like the words were ridiculous. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, before lifting an arm. He shot something bright green out of the device connected to him, and it hit you in the side, knowing you off balance. The pain was unbearable as you let out a cry, curling up onto the ground. You thought you heard Peter call out your name, but the ringing in your ears kept you from being sure.

The villain laughed as he kicked Peter square in the chest. He fell on his back, letting out a groan of pain. He still clutched his side, but it didn’t seem to be doing any help. You could see the blood leaking between his fingers.

“No,” you cried out, trying to sit up. But the excruciating pain in your side became too much, and you fell back onto your side. You moved your hand to press against it, and you could feel a thick consistency. You knew it was blood.

Like Peter, you thought.

You watched as Peter turned his head to look at you, and he tried to smile weakly. He took a deep breath before speaking, trying to be loud enough for you to hear him. “Don’t look,” he said, voice raspy and cracking in the middle of words. 

“No, Peter,” you tried to crawl towards him, but the pain in your side stopped you again. You could barely speak, let alone move. 

“It’s okay,” he said, and you saw tears begin to run down his cheeks. “Look away, (Y/N).”

He kept his eyes on you as you saw the Goblin hold his arm out again. But this time, he had a knife in his hand. Your eyes widened, and you looked back at Peter.

His face was red, and tears were the only thing you could see as he sobbed. He tried to put on a brave face, sniffling and still looking at you and not the Goblin. But you knew he could see the knife from the corner of his eye. 

You stretched your arm out, using it to drag yourself closer to him, inch by inch. You kept your eyes on his, and he tried to keep his tears from falling.

“Don’t look,” he repeated, shaking is head minimally. 

“Peter,” you began to cry, letting reality catch up to you. Your best friend was about to die. The boy you loved was about to die. 

And you saw his eyes widen, a sob escaping his mouth, and you both knew that the knife was no longer in the Goblin’s hand. You didn’t want to look, but you had to as you tilted your head upwards to watch as the monster flew away, his cackles echoing around him. You caught sight of the knife, and you let out an almost inhumane noise.

“Peter,” you said, and you didn’t care about the pain or the blood anymore. You sat up and crawled your way over to him. “Peter,” you said louder, and you didn’t know where this sudden strength was coming from, but you figured it had something to do with adrenaline.

You made your way to his side, and you sobbed as you looked at the knife imbedded in his stomach. “Peter,” you saw his head still tilted to the side, and you placed a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you. His eyes were already drifting closed, and his face was deathly pale. With your other hand, you pressed down on the space around the knife, trying to keep the blood from escaping.

“Peter, come on,” he looked at you under hooded eyelids, and you held back another sob. “Hey,” you tried to smile at him.

“(Y/N),” he smiled lazily, eyes fluttering. You knew he was getting delirious, and you didn’t know what to do. You heard the officers far behind you calling for ambulances. “Get outta here, it’s dangerous.” His words were hard to understand, slurred together, but you made due. 

It was okay. It was okay.

“No, we’re okay. We’re okay now, Peter,” you smiled at him with watery eyes, and a tear fell onto his face. You wiped it off, but you didn’t think he noticed it in the first place. You stroked his cheek, trying to keep him distracted. And you tried to keep your gaze away from the knife inside of him.

“Oh, okay,” he let out a breath of air, and his breathing seemed to be getting shallower. His eyes fell closed.

“Peter, come on, keep your eyes open,” you patted his cheek lightly, and he reopened them, albeit somewhat reluctantly. “Peter,” your voice cracked, and you didn’t know what to say. What was someone supposed to say in a situation like this?

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” you said, and Peter’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I shouldn’t have, and it was stupid, and we should have just talked it out,” you began to sob halfway through, and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.

“Don’t,” Peter said, and had to pause to take a breath. Your hands shook where they rested on his cheek and stomach. “Don’t apologize. It was– my fault.”

He tried to catch his breath, and the paler he got, the clammier he got, the more you cried. “No, it wasn’t. None of this was your fault.”

“(Y/N), I–” he breathed out heavily. “I’m tired.”

“I know, I know,” you stroked his cheek with your thumb, and you weren’t sure if it was sweat gathering on his forehead or your tears. “Stay awake for me, please.”

When he didn’t respond, and it almost seemed like he was staring into space while breathing erratically, you slapped him lightly. He startled, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry. “Yeah,” he whispered. You could see the fear slowly catching up to him again, and you needed to distract him again.

“Hey, look at me, Peter,” he didn’t listen, and you weren’t sure if he had even heard. “Peter! Look into my eyes,” he complied, his brown eyes looking too glossy for your liking. It was almost like he wasn’t completely there, like it wasn’t him behind those eyes but someone else entirely.

“I love you,” you said, voice shaking so much that you were worried he wouldn’t understand you. So you repeated it. “I love you, Peter Parker. I will always love you.”

A smile formed on his face, barely there, but it made you give him one back. “Really,” he said, breathing heavily still. He blinked rapidly, although you could feel his heartbeat slowing under your hands. “You, love, me?” He spoke between breaths, and he was barely audible now.

“Yes, Peter,” you cried, and your voice wouldn’t stop cracking. “I love you so much.”

“Good,” he said, laughing slightly, but then he began to cough. You looked at him with wide eyes, wondering if this was it, because he clearly couldn’t catch his breath. 

But you weren’t ready. It wasn’t supposed to be his time yet. This wasn’t his time. It couldn’t be.

“Peter, breathe,” you said frantically, running your fingers through his hair to come him down. “Breathe, breathe,” you brought him up higher in your arms, and he immediately started breathing again. You sighed in relief, but then saw a streak of red flow down his chin.

It was blood.

You whimpered quietly, wiping it away with your thumb. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” you said repeatedly, and it reminded you of when Peter was whispering the same words to you on the ferry when he saved you. It’d only been a week since it happened. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“You love me?” He asked again. Your heart was breaking into pieces at the expression on his face: hopeful, scared, and oblivious all mixed into one.

“Yes, I love you,” you cried, and repeating it for him just made your heart hurt all the more. “I love you, I love you.”

“Good,” he said again, and you sniffled. This wasn’t a good sign. His breathing slowed, and his eyes took one last look at you before fluttering multiple times. “Because, because,” he tried to catch his breath, but it didn’t seem like he could. You stroked his cheek, trying to calm him. “Because I lo…..”

He stopped, trailing off on a breath, and his eyes were closed. His body was limp under you, and you couldn’t feel his pulse under your fingers any longer.

“Peter,” you yelled, hysterical. “Peter!” You shook his shoulders, trying not to hit the knife still in his skin. “Peter, wake up. Wake up!” You sobbed, and you screamed, and you cried. 

You cried for the boy who would never get to go to MIT like he always planned, and you cried for the boy who was so innocent and kind but held a secret that was so dangerous for him, and you cried for the boy who would never get the quiet house in the suburbs with a spouse and children that he always told you he dreamed about.

You cried for the boy who never opened his eyes, and who never got to finish the words he so desperately always wanted to say to you.

Well I’m crying. Are you guys? I’d really love some feedback on this part, so please let me know what you think. Requests are open :)


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BTS reaction to them having to do a concert straight after finding out you’re in hospital

I really wanted to do something angsty so here it is ♖ 


Originally posted by lavender-kills

He would get the call just before he had to go on stage and the producers wouldn’t let him stay out of the concert to not disappoint the fans. When he kept asking if you were okay, the doctors would keep saying that they don’t know if you would wake up. For once in his life, he was happy he didn’t have that many lines because he wouldn’t be able to keep the tears in.


Originally posted by joonjuly

After having one of the producers tell him the bad news, he would nod in understanding, knowing that the show must go on. Even if he didn’t look bothered in the performance, he would go into a room and cry to himself, not wanting to show anyone his tears.


Originally posted by se6kjin

It was 2 minutes before he had to go up on stage when he received the call. The members would continuously ask him if he was okay but he would just nod, fighting the tears back. Half way through spring day, it had hit him that you were the only one there from the start and knowing that he could lose you, made him break therefore causing him to let all his tears flow that he had tried so hard to keep in.


Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Your bestfriend would text him telling him that she was in the hospital with you and wasn’t allowed to call. He would ask her what had happened and if you would be okay and she would reply by telling him you had gotten into a car accident and that you had gone into emergency surgery. After finding that out, he would start crying and turn around to his band mates, telling them what happened.


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As soon as the phone call ended, he would start crying. You were his everything and he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. The rest of the boys would beg for the producers to maybe delay the concert, but it was no help, he would have to go up there with tears dripping down his cheek, threatening to fall off his chin.


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His band members would have known instantly something bad happened since his usual happy expression was not there. He had just come back from being on the phone with your mum who called to tell your boyfriend what had happened. The boys would ask what was the matter but he would just reply with a “i’m fine”. The whole way through the concert, he wouldn’t smile once and it was only after that he had told them what had happened.


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You had been his bestfriend and girlfriend just before he debuted. For him, his nightmare was losing you and it was too close to reality for him to handle. He would run to his hyungs, crying to them about how much you meant to him. The producers would call them onto stage and all he could do was hide his pain and hope for the best.

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Just so everyone is clear

Ezra knew exactly who Aria was when he met her in that bar. He knew that she was 16. He lied to her, allowing her to feel safe in their relationship, having her lie to her friends and her family about them and eventually leading up to her choosing him over them on countless occasions. Yes he did deserve to go to jail. Teacher-student relationships are just wrong. From the beginning this relationship has been toxic b/c of everything Aria had to do for Ezra. Then we straight up find out he was manipulating her for his own selfish gains. IDC if he got shot for her b/c seriously? Who does Ezra Fitz think he is??? 

Bottom line, Ezra is scum and Aria believing that he is a saint is just so wrong on so many different levels. He’s a predator and if the show ends with him having a happily ever after instead of Tanner hauling his ass into jail, then idek

L.Joe’s contract termination

Okay. Okay. FUCK. Okay. Hey guys, Valerie here. Sorry I’m writing about this so late, I just woke up after being sick. As you guys might have read, L.Joe has requested contract termination. Their contracts were going to expire in July I think, but their supposed “comeback” was before that, and L.Joe had requested the termination before it.

As you guys have known, or know now, Teen Top’s popularity is not the one it was when they debuted. Teen Top was topping charts when they first debut with ‘clap’. For a rookie group from a small company to do so as soon as they debut, let me tell you, it’s VERY rare. Nowadays it’s like it’s impossible. Teen Top were the first group debut under TOP MEDIA, and being the small company it was, it was obvious they didn’t have proper staff for management. It was commented multiple times under various Teen Top articles later on how the company didn’t properly support the boys when they had activities because they didn’t know what the fuck was going on themselves. 

Teen Top then debut with Supa Luv, Be Ma Girl, Miss Right and other bops. They were all hits since they really suited Teen Top’s image, and very very much liked by the Korean Netizens. Everything was going on pretty well. But then, TOP MEDIA, being the underdeveloped and clueless company it was, decided to send Teen Top overseas. This is where the problem starts. Sending your artists overseas is nothing bad, but doing so when their fandom is still stabilizing in Korea is a BIG MISTAKE. The same this was done with NU’EST. They had a great debut song, topped charts, but were sent to overseas and then their popularity dropped to the ground. 

Shit like this happens, and you can’t always have the same crowd cheering you on when you come back. Other groups would debut and would desperately want to take your place, which they did, hence Teen Top was nearly forgotten when they came back.

Their popularity took a positive turn when they came back with Ah-Ah, as their M/V hit 5 million views rapidly and was even re-tweeted by B.A.P’s Zelo. They won awards, and promoted a buck loads with it. If you have been an Angel when they came back with Ah-Ah, you would see how much they promoted. They even went to Japan and did a full concert. 

TOP MEDIA then gave them the song Warning Sign. I’m not going to lie, the song was not my taste, and it wasn’t the taste of the K-Netz either. Their comeback showcase was highly praised, but at the end, no one payed attention to their song and it was a flop. 

TOP Media has also not given any other members any opportunities. Ricky and Changjo have had very few lines in songs, and rather than helping these two improve, they were constantly pushed to the side. When they revealed their nearly debut song ‘Love Comes’, an Angel commented “Ricky has many lines!” All of them laughed, including Ricky, but he must’ve been hurt so many times when it was revealed he would be having very few lines in their song, especially their title songs. Chunji was given musicals, and he is the main vocal of Teen Top, so the opportunity was handed to him, of course. Changjo struggled himself (and NOT with the help of TOP MEDIA) and participated in a few rap shows (they showed him as a rookie, even when he’s 7 years into debut, just because they no longer know who he is). Niel was given another comeback, rather than changing up the game a bit and doing something differrent like giving rapper line a chance, having them promote as a duo. TOP MEDIA’s investment in Teen Top became less, and became more with UP10TION.

UP10TION were given 3 comebacks, all of them hits, while Teen Top were just in the corner waiting for their turn. This has happened to Teen Top before, too, when they had to wait an year long for a comeback. How much more patience do you think the boys have left in them to go through the same process again? I would’ve quit. But the boys stayed together, because they want to. 

L.Joe dropped hints as soon as this year started. He changed his Instagram I.D last year, and then just posted old pictures of him and his brother and/or just his dogs. After seeing all this, I told @kittybear-jellycat that something was off. During the Lunar Year Greeting, L.Joe didn’t seem to be himself, there was just something… off about him. You could tell there was something going on. I DM’ed him, and told him I was worried and hoped for his mental health and his safety. L.Joe then made his Instagram private, but then he made it public after news articles started reporting on it.

I’m guessing L.Joe was in Japan promoting his movie, and he seemed to look very happy when he met his fans at the airport, but at the end of the day, he is NOT happy, he doesn’t want to be an idol who goes through an yearly cycle of just one comeback, whilst other groups comeback frequently and rise to the top. He was worried about his future, Teen Top’s future, so he requested contract termination.

If you want to know, yes, I want L.Joe to leave the company. As difficult as it is for me to say it, I want him to leave it. But I also want the other members of Teen Top to leave. I’m sure L.Joe wants to stay together as Teen Top, and Teen Top has replied that they want to stay together with L.Joe. I just want everyone of them to terminate their contracts with TOP MEDIA. Leave TOP MEDIA and their growing bias towards UP10TION and their coming girlgroup. Teen Top is strong as 6, and they deserve to be treated better than how TOP MEDIA was treating them. 

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Virginity is a Gift, Use it Well

So, I am horribly stuck when coming to this series of mine. I am rereading it in the hopes to pick up on the muse that was once there and decided to post a snippet on here. I suppose it is longer than a usual snippet but, oh well. *Shrugs*


            Normally, the warm heat of the classroom would have lulled Draco into a sense of calm. Normally, the heady aroma of the ingredients and the bubbling cauldron would have him at ease in the knowledge that this was the only thing in his life that he could control. Normally, he would have spent several minutes finding the perfect way to ruin Potter’s potion by now. Normally, he would be halfway into a loud debate regarding whether Weasley’s father was going to sell one of their children to keep food on the table.

            Only, Potter and Weasel were ruining this by being bloody weird.

            Today, Snape had them partnered up. Typically, that meant that Granger and Weasley were a unified front, especially considering the two were now an item. Draco shuddered at the thought. Salazar, he wasn’t sure which one had the worst of it in regard to the relationship. He wouldn’t wish either of them on another person.

            Instead of Potter teaming up with Longbottom, he chose to partner with Weasley at the back of the room. He had seen Granger frown at them in suspicion, so whatever was going on, she was just as clueless as he was. Which he figured was her karma for being so insufferable in the first place. Serves her right.

            It wasn’t necessarily that they teamed up that was so odd, it was their unusual behavior. They had been arguing from the moment they arrived, leading Draco to assume they had been quarrelling long before they reached the classroom.

            Since they were behaving out of character, he decided to work in the back of the room as well. Naturally, of course.

            Snippets of their not-so-quiet whispered debate had reached his ears from time to time. He didn’t have as much time as them to gossip, since he was flying solo on the potion. Zabini had been foolish enough to take that drivel the Weasel twins were selling to get out of class. It had worked as intended, he fainted alright, just never woke up. The other end of the disgusting sweet hadn’t worked as it should. So, the unfortunate bastard was lying in the hospital wing, missing out on all of this oddness.

            “Have you gone mental?” Weasel’s unpleasant voice carried over to where Draco was studiously counting his counterclockwise stirs.

            “I know you don’t understand it, Ron.” The frustration in Potter’s tone had him arching a curious brow.

            “That’s the only thing you have said all day that makes sense!” A pause. “Of course I don’t understand it. Are you sure you haven’t been cursed or poisoned?”

            The scoff Potter released was so harsh, Draco wondered if it had hurt. Couldn’t hurt to wish, right?

            “I take offense to that.” Potter crossed his arms and stirred the potion the wrong way. Bloody idiot. The instructions were clearly on the board and yet the golden boy wondered why Severus treated him so badly.

            “It isn’t something I just decided on a whim, you know. I thought long and hard about this. It’s what I want to do.” Draco furrowed his brows as he wondered what they could be talking about. He hated that he was getting so caught up in this. It wasn’t as if they actually mattered. He shook his head as he decided to just ignore them. With his resolve firmly planted, he focused on his work.

            “Besides, it’s my arse on the line. Literally.”

            Draco could practically see his resolve burning in a spectacular show of mental Fiendfyre. The statement had him horribly hooked and he begrudgingly hung onto wherever this argument was taking them. Damn Potter.

            “Oh God.” Weasel let out a pitiful moan, almost to the point of exaggeration. “Are you trying to make me ill? Is that what you are aiming for? Because if so, then just send me to Hospital Wing now.” Well, no one said the Weasleys weren’t dramatic.

            Potter huffed as he threw in way too many bat spleens. Draco knew the potion was unredeemable now. There was a flash of vindication that filled him as the putrid smell of their concoction wafted around the room.

            “Potter, Weasley.” The two in question startled in surprise to see Snape towering over them with a sneer in place and anger raging in narrowed eyes.

            “I sincerely detest interrupting your important conversation. So important that you have neglected to use your brains. Limited as they were to begin with.” Draco couldn’t stop the smirk if he had tried.

            Weasley spluttered inelegantly. Not that Draco expected anything less.

            “Which one of you dunderheads thought it would be a brilliant idea to use Billywig Sting instead of Billywig Slime?”

            All eyes were now on their table, so Draco felt no shame in leaning forward to observe them better.

            “It would appear that you need glasses Weasley. The instructions are written right there.” The man gestured behind him to the board. “Unless of course, you just can’t read.”

            Ah. The red hue to the freckled face was always one of Draco’s favorite sights to see. Whether Weasley was shamed or angered, it mattered none. The result led to the boy being uncomfortable and that was always Draco’s goal.

            “If it was you Potter, then I fear you are a lost cause. Can’t cite that you can’t see, now can you?”

            If there was anything that Draco liked better than an angry Weasley, was definitely an angry Potter. The way the other boy’s vivid green eyes darkened in rage was honestly a sight to see. It always fueled his own satisfaction every time he got under Potter’s skin.

            “No, sir.” Potter spat out as he clenched his fists.

            Snape vanished the contents of the wretched potion with a lazy flick of his wand. “Zero marks, again.” There was a smirk quirking at the corner of thin lips. “I want a thirteenth-inch essay on where you went wrong and how you could have fixed your mistakes. Due next class.” A billowing of black robes and the man was on his way back to his desk.

            “Longbottom, five points from Gryffindor for not letting your classmates know they were making a mistake.”

            Draco had to hold in the low whistle that was threatening to come out. Merlin, his head of house was on form today.

            “But Sir-” Granger piped up in confusion but also with a horribly annoying persistence.

            “Don’t question my decisions. Another five points.” Draco bit his lip in an attempt to stall his laughter as he began to bottle his potion into several vials.

            When they were dismissed, Draco noted that Weasley and Potter were still arguing with each other. He couldn’t deny that his interest had been piqued a long time ago. Despite being close to the doors, the two had waited for everyone else to leave before heading out. That alone sparked enough of a reason to follow them at a slower pace.

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anonymous asked:

*stares at the Thomas’ credits* Most comics mention the name of the character's creator in the byline. Brian Hess is an artist under contract with Action Labs Entertainment, the comics license holder in the US. Nicole D’Andria, who wrote this story and adapted the scrip for the earlier photo comics that were produced by Action Lab, is the marketing director and submissions editor for the company. Considering Zag teased the fans about original comics last summer, I wouldn't call this a rush job.

Hooboy. Here comes a long post.

My issue with Thomas’ credits is that his last name, Astruc, is spelled “Atruc”. I’m know that they include the creator’s name because of, duh, of course you’re going to.

My beef with Zagtoons as a whole is that they take things down to the wire. There’s often animation errors like Chat Noir having two batons, or having to reuse character models over and over again because of budget restrictions (ie that’s why Theo is a catch all character for jobs and why Alya’s dad is suddenly the Animan zookeeper even though they had no interaction at all in that episode, particularly when Alya decided to date Nino in the exhibit. Like what?)

Side note: Speaking of budget, there’s also my issue with the products they come out with that are obviously done on a very rigid budget. Many of the toys, frankly, look bad, but to get away from my opinion, come on, Look at this $30 Miraculous Chat noir ring that is literally enamel in a generic fill ring versus the actual miraculous. Would I pay $30 for that? No, and it breaks my heart because I want to.

Onto why I think this is a rush job:
Yeah, Zagtoon announced the original content comics a year ago, but that doesn’t mean they had an artist in mind otherwise they would have said it right then.

Brian Hess’ twitter shows he started working on the comic sometime in January which means he had around a Month, if that, to complete this issue before it had to go to the editors, designers, formatters, print shop, and shipping (because this was probably printed overseas meaning it needs about a month to get from printer to Action Lab to comic retailer).

Not to mention that:
A) Brian Hess’ artwork does NOT fit the aesthetic of the show at ALL. This is not by any means a slam on his artwork, but it does mean that they probably had to turn to him after the other artists they approached declined. And if you can turn a project around in a tight deadline, you can work in comics.

B) Brian Hess’ work, when he has time to work on it, is significantly better than what we got. Once again this screams that he had a quick deadline, not that he decided to cut his abilities in half for a show he doesn’t like. C’mon. He’s a professional.

C) To get technical, the pacing of the action, the set up, and coherence of the comic is… it’s frankly really bad. So many panels don’t make sense, and poor Alya is like IMPRISONED to the right side of a panel while looking at her phone. Lines of action are bad (like one kid literally has speed lines to say “Hey, I’m moving!”) It’s messy and, once again to be frank, boring to read. The pacing of some of his other work is beautiful, once again pointing to a short timeline.

D) As a friend pointed this out for me:
For a LaCrosse based akuma, why is there this watch just liked SHOEHORNED into this theme? 
Answer: Because they can use duplicate frames. A time-bending lacrosse villain doesn’t make sense outside of “Oh shit I have two weeks to do this”.

So all my beefs with Zagtoon fall back on the company itself and not any of the artists or animators.

BTS reaction to you, their s/o, having self-harm scars.

I know this is a rather delicate subject so I want to let every single one of you that’s reading this know that if you’re struggling with anything, going through hard times or if you simply need someone to talk to, you can always send me a message and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help in any way that I can. I’ve been there and self-harm is no way for anyone to cope with their feelings. I love you

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The lineage of newWho

9. Nine was weird. He was a soldier, still. he wore a leather jacket and walked like a broken man. He had lost everything in the fire, and every day he lived he lost more. He had seen his friends die, his comrades, his family and all those innocent people he never had the time to meet. And he could see them dying. Again. And again. And again. Until he couldn’t do anything else but stare. Knowing he was responsible. He had fixed it now, yes, but for what cost? And he looked around, and he saw planets, still burning from fires he could never put out on his own. 

And rose came. And she brought peace and happiness and for her, he would go to the end of the universe for her. How full of innocence she was, sleeping in a room made of pink, but already understanding how the world seemed to work. And how it didn’t. Full of opinions is a good way to describe the girl he first met. He didn’t like Mickey much, the guy was aggressive and competitive more than that he had brains. So he took her with him and he loved her. And Jack came, admits war and destruction, and he saw a man turn good. So he came along too. And in the end, he loved them more than he hated the Daleks. 

So he turned good too. Love above hate, that is how you could describe him the best, he was a good man, living in a nightmare.

10. Ten was smiles. And laughter. He jumped around like a little puppy trying not to stay still for too long. Ten griefed. A lifetime in war feeling like past. But still pressing on his back. he saved people. Many of them. Took them with him to see the wonder in their eyes. They were happy, so was he. 

But he could get angry too. Angry for those people that still did wrong, a lifetime of war, bigger than they could imagine. And still, it happened. Again and again. But he loved Rose, and he accepted Mickey for the boy loved Rose too. So he accepted his fate with it. he was the man who saved, rarely thanked. Not deserving forgiveness, not deserving praise, but secretly wishing it. And when he feared that he had lost the feeling. The feeling of guilt. He counted. The children of Gallifrey, the people he had to protect. But there were simply too many.

And he lost Rose. Like he had lost Jack. And then came Martha brilliant and clever. She realised her mistakes and realised that the Doctor didn’t fit in her life, so she left him, and he let her go. Sad, because he had no family to put above his companions. And Donna came and she brought Wilfred. Donna was different. She didn’t take any of the bullshit of his grief, she didn’t let him determine her life. And he needed her. Needed her when he almost gave up on time, seeing all events as inevitable. It wasn’t her fault that he took too far.

In the end, you could say that he held onto his grief for too long. Because after grief comes acceptance. And he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasn’t ready for a life without that guilt weighing on him. He was young in a way. Young and still foolishly in love. Perhaps losing that love was the best thing that happened to him, perhaps the worst. But he found other love in other people, some understanding, some not. But he learned from all. And when he died, he finally accepted that it was all over, even the four knocks faded away. Gallifrey couldn’t be saved, but he could.

11. And now we come to eleven. His supposedly final life. Eleven seemed younger in many ways, trying to hide the wrinkles in his soul with a bowtie and quick feet. he needed Amy Pond and Rory Williams. They taught him that love sometimes means patience, and in turn, he showed them the universe. Gave them a wedding never to forget and fought every planet in the sky to get their child back.

But amidst all that. Amidst all the running and wonders and quick hellos. He waited. He saved planets and he waited. He waited for something he couldn’t really pinpoint until it was said out loud: he wanted to be forgiven. He had saved so many worlds. He had fixed the rough edges of the time war, restarted the universe itself. And now he wanted to retire, find a nice spot and just lie down. But as long as no one told him that he was allowed to do that, he couldn’t now. So he saved some more worlds, some more planets. And still, it wasn’t enough.

People didn’t seem to learn. He’d save them and a hundred years later they needed him again. And again. They were dictators and idiots and hypocrites. So when he saw his friends in pain, when he saw them lose a child. He flipped out. And he exploded. And he couldn’t be stopped anymore. It started when he was ten, but now, he knew how he could break people. He knew what hurt more and pressed on it till they fled when his name was said. 

It’s why he needed River. Of all people. The person he had hunted down the world for, standing in front of him, his wife. His love. Not yet now, but someday. And she didn’t show him patience when he was angry. She didn’t show him hatred either. She showed him a different kind of love, the kind that is appropriate for the way he was acting. A twelve-year-old. 

So, in the end, he needed her the most. The woman who tested his morality but didn’t take any bullshit from him at all. For her, he grew up. 

And when Clara came, so alike Donna but without the armour to protect herself. He could laugh with her and promise protection. He opened his palm for her, but she was the one to grab it. He wasn’t all grown up, still with a liking to bow ties and weird presents. But he needed her now. Someone who could grab control, who didn’t take bullshit and believed in an infinite number of second chances. She didn’t need compliments, she needed achievements, so she strived for greatness, even if greatness was beyond her. I always loved their chemistry. 

12. Now he had lived longer than any timelord. And he had learned not to hide. He didn’t cover up his wrinkles, and instead of a younger face gave himself the right to complain and the mission to give everyone a chance. He had a home, he couldn’t find and when he did, he didn’t need it. He was a learned man, a magician. And in his earlier regeneration years, complicated.

He didn’t fit in one category or the other. He was many things but not stupid for not knowing. And he asked his friends. But even his friends couldn’t tell him what his morality was supposed to be. What “right” was. Which viewpoint the ultimate. 

And while Clara decided she wanted a normal life next to the adventures, and Missy just really liked thump wrestling with nuclear weapons and earth on the line too much, he was lost. But he slowly found it again. With River. And with himself. And in impossible heroes and brave soldiers. He learned that love is a promise, you never break. So he promised Missy he would show her the universe if she just turned good.

Clara decided her own fate, as she always had. And he was stubborn enough to interfere and give her a second chance. For her, he wiped his memory. And when Bill arrived, he didn’t do it for the same reason. 

There are many things to tell and to know about twelve, the many decisions he made. He was a madman and a lover and a friend and manual, all in one. You can’t give him one moral when morality was his confusion. Sympathy, not his area. Even when everything in your area, some things are just too hard. And in the end, what will kill him? I personally believe, only he can. When he accepts too, that the time of grief is over. He isn’t a soldier anymore. 

And only then thirteen can take her place and start the new day. At Christmas, the new era begins. I wish Jodie Whittaker and Chris Chibnall the best of luck. And I trust that we as Whovians can do the same. In the end, it’s a show for kids, after all. 

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Drabble game request: Taehyung + “How could I ever forget about you?” + Best Friends AU | for @bangtan-bangbang

Character / Genre: Taehyung x reader | Bestfriend!au, angst | 2,056 words

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Plot Twist Pt. 2

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers
Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Steve Rodgers x sister!reader
Prompts: 21. “I did NOT tell you to set it on fire!!”
6. "That’s french for ‘go away’.“
Summary: After getting caught flying in a stolen Iron Man suit the reader is held for questioning in some dark corner of the Avengers Compound. Concerned Steve and Tony try to find out how and why you’ve gone to such lengths to get their attention.
Part 1
Warning: There’s some suggestive stuff between Tony and the reader. I want to make it clear, I’m NOT approving of a relationship between a grown man and a 16 yr old!! I’m just using these interactions to so the extent of the reader’s emotional detachment, and the twisted way they are used to communicating in precarious situations. The interactions between them will in no way develop into a romantic plot line

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After your revelation there was a small commotion. Tony sent Peter on a fact finding mission, gave Steve a moment to breathe, and you agreed not to kill anyone if they untied you. 
”Didn’t know being a Rogers had it’s perks,” you muttered at Tony’s back while he led you out of the interrogation room and into a spacious office. 
Tony watched as you walked past him and into the room, heading straight for the windows. 
”Enjoying the view or looking for a way out?” he asked after a moment of silence.
”I got a partial story from Cap, but, as you can imagine, he was a bit preoccupied with having a panic attack.” Tony said, watching you scan the landscape around the compound. “So Y/N Rogers, do you want to fill me in?”
”Daddy dearest unfroze and needed to unwind. Met my mom- in the biblical sense- then a year later my mom met a drunk driver. I survived, she didn’t.” You voice didn’t give away any sense of resentment or pain. Actually Tony noticed a complete lack of emotion. It was as if you were explaining to him how addition and subtraction worked.
”Never pictured Rogers as the one night stand type,” Tony said to himself. 
”We can be,” you said throwing a look over your shoulder at him and giving a smile. 
Tony looked confused not understanding how you could dryly talk about growing up parent-less and then flip a switch and be a confident smart-ass.
Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Mr. Stark?” Peter said stepping into the room. “I found the files you asked for. I mean- Jarvis found them.” He carried a hefty stack of papers over to Tony and lowered his voice, “Y/N’s used a lot of aliases but facial recognition identified her in all of these cases.”
You winked at Peter causing him to shove the files into Tony’s hands and leave in a flustered mess. 
“Play nice,” Tony warned noticing the effect you were having on his innocent intern.
“Oh I will,” you muttered under your breath purely for your own entertainment. 

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“I must say, you’ve done a lot to get our attention. Theft, arson, assault, organizing a small group of thugs and smugglers.”
”Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, “I was just doing my thing. Like I said before, you didn’t catch me until I needed you to. Hence why you didn’t even know I existed.”
”There’s no way you would have kept under the radar for that long. You ran with a rough crowd.”
”I ran the rough crowd. And yeah, it’s easy to fly under the radar when it’s full of aliens and A.I.s. Great job on that by the way,” you said giving him a sarcastic thumbs up. 
Tony bristled at the mention of Ultron. “So you what? Saw some petty crime during your orphaned childhood and thought- damn, that looks like a good time?”
His witty response entertained you, momentarily knocking down your guard and letting an honest answer slip by. ”No. I was taught. By people who knew what I was before I even did.” Once the words came out you clenched your jaw, the tensed muscle were the only sign that you had given away too much. Tony picked up on it. 
”Taught huh? Like in between your French and Chemistry classes?” He threw a bit of sarcasm back, flaunting that he had caught your slip. You didn’t move or respond, eyes trained on the wall behind Tony. ”Who taught you?” he pressed.
“Fuck off” you said out of the side of your mouth, re-straightening your posture and looking at him with an uninterested expression. “That’s french for ‘go away’.”
”Random 10 year old girls don’t just go around beating grown men senseless,” he said holding up photos from one of the files. 
Ah, Jonny. He thought he was such a hardass, you reflected fondly as you recognized the battered face.
”You know how that tune goes- girls just wanna strike fear into the hearts of their enemies.”
”I’m not familiar with that version.” Tony scoffed. 
He took a deep breath and ran a hand across his face. Teenagers are the worst, he thought to himself. 
“Why now?” Steve’s voice cut through the room, making both you and Tony turn towards the door in surprise, “What’s your plan?”
”Why do I have to have the plan?” you said innocently, “aren’t you the ones who have to decide what to do with me?”
Tony and Steve looked at each other, both knowing there wasn’t a plan for this.
”You can’t let me go because you know there’s more to this,” you said to Tony. “And you,” you turned to Steve,“you are just too good to let your crazy kid loose. Though I’m not sure you like me enough to be doing that for my sake. Probably worried I’ll burn down Brooklyn.”
”Well we can’t ignore all this,” Tony said coming to Steve’s defense. The poor guy was still trying to process everything, his face constantly being taken over by a new emotion. “These would all have to magically go away for us to be able to trust you to stay here.” Tony leaned against his glass desk top and crossed his arms, showing you two things. 1) that he put the ball in your court and 2) that he knew you were just as stuck as they were. You would’ve been happy still tied to that chair, but they had created this limbo when they set you free and gave you a chance. Their acceptance of your last name was blurring too many lines. You knew you needed to straighten it out, do something drastic to define the lines so you know which to cross and when. You needed to make a play…you need to stay on objective.
You took a beat but didn’t respond verbally, instead you started walking towards Tony slowly. There was something predatory in the way you walked, your eyes locked in but deadened and cold. You stopped right in front of him and leaned forward reaching around him. Your chests were inches apart and Tony stiffened, giving Steve a side eye that screamed ‘THIS IS YOUR KID.’
It wasn’t that he was scared of you - he knew he could take you even if your name was Rogers- but this was all kinds of wrong. "What the hel-”

“AHHHH!” Tony screamed and jumped away as the stack of files behind him ignited into a ball of flames.
Steve ran across the room to help Tony put out the growing fire. It spread across the glass igniting some memos and blueprints, oops.
Finally they were able to put it out, smoke beginning to slowly curl off the ash and blackened pages. Both of the men, now covered in charcoal marks on their arms and faces, turned to you in disbelief.
You had settled into a nearby chair, throwing you legs over the arm rest and letting them dangle. “You told me that if I was going to stay all of that would have to go away.”
“I did NOT tell you to set it on fire!!” Tony shouted.
“Sorry. I have a flair for the dramatics,” you punctuated your statement by tossing your hair over your shoulder.
“How did you even-” Steve began to ask, but you cut him off tossing a small metal lighter into his hands. Steve turned it over seeing an engraved C.B.
“Knicked it,” you said. “Rule #2: if you can’t find an escape, find a way to cause a distraction.” you quoted robotically. Tony and Steve looked at you, completely at a loss. What were they going to do with you? You were the pinnacle of a teenager- angsty, unreasonable, but (unlike your peers) dangerous.
“Technically I did a good deed,” you offered, pulling out the knife you keep tucked in your boot and using it to clean under your nails. “I added 5 years and clean lungs to Barton’s life.” 
“Who are you?” Steve wondered out loud. He didn’t know whether he was concerned, afraid or disappointed and it showed in his deflated shoulders. 
“What’s rule #1?” Tony asked. It was irrelevant, but after the last few hours protocol seemed irrelevant.
“Only trust one thing:” you responded automatically, “you are always on your own.”

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You were watching Seokjin on the little screen that hung on the wall in the dressing room. You had joined Seokjin to one of his shows since he asked you to come with him. Most of the times you declined, not wanting to disturb but actually you did not want to see him around all the pretty female idols who seemed so perfect. Yeah yeah you knew they weren’t but hey you can’t deny they were pretty as the freaking sun. You couldn’t help but feel small and less attractive as thoughts began to swirl in your mind. ‘’Why was he with you? What did he see in you? Why would he still be with you if he had so many beautiful women standing in line for him?’’ You just couldn’t understand plus you began to feel selfish by staying with him. So lost in your thoughts, you had not heard the guys coming in. 

‘‘y/n.. what’s wrong?’‘ his soft voice lighted up the dark aura you had surrounded yourself with as you looked at him sitting beside you. Showing him a little smile, you gripped onto his arm, slung it over your shoulder and nuzzled closer to his frame. His familiar and calm scent, his warm temperature cradled your mind and scared away the demons. Slinging one arm around his torso, you pulled him closer to you wanting to feel as close to him as you could. 

The others just stared at you, confused what was going on. Seokjin just waved  them away, leaning his chin on your crown and hugged you tightly already knowing what was going on. He felt stupid, he wanted to punch himself in the face for making you feel like this. ‘’Y/n..” Seokjin whispered, curling your hair with his finger. You just hummed, smiling how his voice sounded so soothing. ‘’I’m sorry. I love you. You’re like that little star in the sky surrounded by all the big ones.’’ You frowned. what was he saying? before you could pull away and ask him why, he continued. ‘’You are hard to find y/n. You are an unique person. Once people lay their eyes on you, they can’t look away. Something just lures them to you, forgetting the rest around them. It isn’t how bright you shine or how big you are. Be yourself and the right people and the ones worth your time will find you and I guess I was the lucky one.’’ 

Originally posted by seokjinings


Yoongi noticed how you had been distancing yourself. He noticed how your bright smile wasn’t as bright anymore and when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see the sparkle, he did not see the joy and if you asked him what he saw instead? well he couldn’t see anything. It was like you had closed off your emotions, locked in a safe, hidden away in the dark and at the end of the week he snapped, asking you, no demanding you to spit it out.

‘‘I can’t take it anymore! Tell me what’s going on. Please don’t leave me hanging in the dark.’‘ His words burnt your skin as they reached you, causing you to drop the glass in your hands. You knew what he was talking about and you also knew you’ve been in the wrong but you didn’t want to burden him with your stupid insecurities because he had enough on his plate already and adding yours wouldn’t do any good but you had it all wrong. The guilt came crashing down on your heart as you heard his voice. They were pleading for an answer, pleading you to make an end to his aching heart. The doubts and insecurities that have been consuming your heart for the last couple of days slipped past your lips no matter how much you tried to swallow them back. The guilt was so heavy that your other emotions had no other choice but to leave to make room for the other and so you told him everything. You were afraid, so afraid that he one day would be gone. That Yoongi realized you weren’t good enough or that you were a burden to him. Tears rolled their way down over your cheeks, wiping it away harshly because to you it felt like they were burning your skin with your stupid uncertainty. 

When you felt his hands around your wrists, you looked up at him and the sight added more guilt on your heart and soul. ‘’Don’t hurt yourself y/n.’’ He whispered, wiping your tears away and rubbing your cheeks in soothing circles. ‘’Shhh it’s okay. I’m still here.’’ he whispered in your hair after he nestled you in his chest, arms tightening his hold on you as if he was afraid you would vanish soon. ‘’I want to say I am sorry but I can’t y/n.. because you know, you’re not a burden to me. You know that I love you so much that it even hurts sometimes. Heck sometimes I even think that YOU are to good for ME. And remember what you have told me about if you love something you should let it go and than called it bullshit because heck no why would you let someone go if you love them? Shouldn’t you cherish that person and shower it with extra love? You said that y/n. I am Min Yoongi. Not Suga, not Bangtan. Min Yoongi and this dumbass is hopelessly in love with you. So please if you ever think you’re not good enough, please talk to me. Don’t leave me in that cold place y/n. ‘’

‘‘I won’t Yoongi, I am so sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. I love you too, so much.’‘ You whispered back.

Originally posted by loveblushes


Feeling ashamed about what you told Hoseok, you hid yourself in the bedroom, locked the door and sat down, your back against it. You could feel his presence and knew he was standing on the other side waiting for you to come out but he could stand there for a long time because you weren’t leaving this room until the embarrasment was gone. The way his eyes flashed when you told him how you felt told you enough and so you flee. Of course it was dumb to feel that way, Hoseok had only shown you love, always made sure you knew he loved you and that you were one of kind and somehow fear showed his side. 

‘‘Why are you even hiding?’‘ you heard him ask. ‘‘Just because’‘ you mumbled back. You heard him sigh before he slid down the door aswell. ‘‘I don’t know why you’re feeling this way…’‘ he paused. ‘‘ since you didn’t even explain it to me as you just ran off’‘ he continued but couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you sprinting from the couch, nearly tripping on your way to the room. ‘‘but I guess it’s the fact that you feel to lowly for me which I don’t understand. I know you don’t care about status you always have treated people the same and that’s the first thing I liked about you. You’re kind but can discipline people too if they have done wrong even if it’s the president you wouldn’t care. I don’t think I have to say that I love you y/n because you already know I do. I tell you everyday. I tell you that before I leave, I tell you that when I come home and I tell you that before we go to sleep and I think I have shown you enough how much I love you too. I love you y/n. Me, Jung Hoseok loves y/w/n. I love her very very much and I love all of her flaws, all of her insecurities too because that’s what makes you, you. And if you don’t believe me I can show you my phone which is filled with photos and videos of you.’‘ He finished with a loud laugh and it seemed he had thrown his head back when you heard a soft thump. 

His words had lighted up the darker side of your heart, his words filled with loved chased away the beasts as it bit their skin. Standing up, you turned unlocked the door and swung it open and true to your thoughts Hoseok had been sitting against the door as he tumbled backwards. Smiling up at you, he crawled his way up and kissed you on the lips. ‘’Now I think it’s time I show you how much I love you.’’

Originally posted by hobilu


He just stared at you when you had sat him down and voiced how you felt. He was searching for words but he could only hear his thoughts. Where did they come from? Was it his fault? Had he done something to make you feel that way? Were you trying to break up with him? Were you actually telling him that you couldn’t do this anymore? Was it because you both went public and you couldn’t handle it anymore, that you made a mistake? The sound of his name snapped him out of it and focused his gaze once again on you. 

You were looking at him, knowing the wheels in his head were working on full force as he zoned out. You did not regret telling him this, you wanted him to know, you needed him to help you get out of this rut. You were always one to think positively however the words you read on social media didn’t really help. Yeah you knew that this was going to happen sooner or later when you started dating Namjoon, he had warned you about it too plus you were always one to brush off opinions of others, not really caring what people thought of you but when you read things as: ‘y/n will damage his image or she is only dating him to become famous too.’ Well it hurt because they were dragging Namjoon in it too, THEY were the ones damaging his image, making up stories just to sell and it was stupid that you thought he was better off without you. 

‘‘Y/n that’s not true and you know that. If you believe them and leave me than that will break my heart. I’m not better off without you. I am going to be lost if you do.’‘ Pulling you from the couch he sat you down on his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands rubbed your arms. ‘‘You know not to believe them, and I know you’re fighting with yourself right now. One voice is telling you not to believe them and just to let their comments slip past you but there is the other one who is telling you that they are right, that you shouldn’t be with me, that you don’t ‘fit’ in but who cares about an image sweetheart? You especially don’t care about that. You just do what you do. If it’s dancing in the rain on the middle of the street or jumping in the cart in the supermarket to zoom past the aisles, you don’t care what people think, you are having fun, you are being yourself no matter what and that’s one reason why I fell for you. Even the boys admire that about you. And also know that I don’t think of you like that. To say it simple. You’re the water and sunlight to my roots. I love you.’‘

Originally posted by hoshikio


he couldn’t help but cry when you told him. He had guessed something was wrong with the way you got extra affectionate or asked him where he was going everytime he went out. You weren’t like that, you liked having some freedom in a relationship but the way you behaved this week had got him thinking and after the fight you just had about the issue of you wanting to know where he was every minute you had screamed it out. You told him that he didn’t want to be with you anymore, you told him small you felt beside him figurally and when you told him you were certain, he didn’t love you anymore the way he did at first felt like a stab in his heart. He immediately shut his mouth, the words that formed in his mouth faded away as tears sprung in his eyes. He was in disbelief. Did you really think he didn’t love you anymore? 

‘‘y/n… no, no, no, no.’‘ He took quick steps towards you, grabbed you wrist and with a strong tuck he had you wrapped in his arms. He felt you struggling at first, trying to get out of his grip but he held you so strong there was no way you were getting out of his protective arms. He didn’t know why you were saying those things, where you got it from. ‘‘How… How can you say things like that y/n?’‘ he cried, his face buried in your neck. ‘‘You don’t know how much I love you.. I couldn’t even describe how much I love you.’‘ You were crying aswell, dampening his shirt with your tears while your hand were clutching his shirt. You wanted to kick, scratch, punch yourself, you just wanted to hurt yourself for hurting him like this. ‘‘Gosh do you know how painful that is? I love you so much that even when I step out this door just to get some food I will already miss you. I love you so much that even if you break my heart I will still love you. I love you so much because my heart and my soul are intertwined with yours. My heart fell for yours and my soul fell in love with your soul. When I see you or hear you my heart sets itself free from all the worries and pain it felt throughout the day. It yearns for you y/n how desperate it may sound. I never have felt like this before.’‘ Jimin confessed on and on, hoping his words reached your soul. The tears had stopped and he was now giving little butterfly kisses on your skin, still salty from tears.  You had also stopped crying, your hands no longer holding onto his shirt as they were now laying flatly on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat on your palm, you were sure your own matched his.

‘‘I did not mean what I said earlier. Kind of. It’s just being away from home and all the sudden attention… I guess im just a bit scared and shocked. I know I am not like that and I want to apologize for all the clinginess. Thank you Jimin, Thank you. I love you too’’

Originally posted by jiyoongis


You had walked out on him. He could not believe you just walked out of the door when you confessed your insecurities. He knew you weren’t the type to tell someone your worries, you didn’t like it and just waited until that feeling passes and now when you finally did you walked away after uttering the last word. He saw how your eyes widened and how you bit your lip, instantly regretting what you did and before he could say something you were gone. 

Snatching his jacket from the coatrack, he ran after you, putting his coat on while running. You couldn’t be far, it had only been 5 minutes when you slammed the door in his face. After what felt like an hour to him he had found you. You were sitting on the bench infront of the little pond in the park. You always have loved the sound of water. 

‘‘Hey’‘ you heard him saying as you felt him sitting down beside you. You greeted him back without looking at him, as you smiled at the ducks who were swimming in circles, clearly enjoying the water. Of course you felt bad for running away because that is what you did. You ran away from your problems instead of facing them head on. You were always good in that. You hated conflict and you always tried to avoid them. 

‘‘I just want you to know that you don’t have to deal with your insecurities alone y/n. You’re not alone anymore.’’ Taehyung spoke up softly not wanting to interrupt the peaceful sounds of nature and not wanting to scare the animals away. You snapped your head to him, your mouth open in surprise. It was as if he read your mind. Biting his lips, he turned his body so that he was facing you. ‘’I mean I can kind of understand where you’re coming from. I ’ve been insecure too you know’’ he fumbled with his fingers kind of scared himself too about his doubts in this relationship. “I was trying to figure it out why you wantes to be with me. I wouldn’t be that guy that could cuddle you to sleep every night. I can’t always come when you need me. All I can do is call you or skype you but it isn’t the same as being their in person. You sometimes have to sleep alone for a long period of time. Those were thoughts that haunted through my head. I was thinking you would be better off with someone who could do all those things I can’t. I can’t always take you on a quiet date and most of the times they have to be inside of the house and yeah yeah I know you don’t mind but still… I want the best for you y/n and I can’t always give you that but you told me not to worry about it, that you will love me no matter what. You told me that waiting for me is worth it, that all those things make our relationship to how it is. It’s perfectly unperfect is what you tell me. You don’t want perfect, you want real and raw. And guess what… I want it too. I don’t want to only see the happy, go lucky y/n. I also want to see the frustrated you, the angry you, the sad you. So please don’t hide your feelings. I love the real and raw you.”

Originally posted by bangts


He was scared, to him your words sounded like you couldn’t be with him anymore. That you couldn’t handle his lifestyle anymore and so the waterworks came. Tears you saw rarely, fell and could feel the bed lighly shaking as he sobbed. You scooted over to him, pushed him down gently to lay him down on the bed as you did aswell. With one hand on the back of his head you buried his face against your chest and stroked his hair as you shushed him, telling him it was okay and to let it all out.

You were confused. You only told him what troubled you to let him know how you felt and warn him about moodswings. Well you already had those so he was kind of used to it but you felt how they switched much more sooner than normal. When you couldn’t feel his shoulders shaking anymore and heard the peacefulness of the room except from the breathing from you and Jungkook, you knew he stopped crying.

“I got scared I am sorry” he told you after he calmed down. “the first thing that popped into my mind when you told me was that you wanted to break up. ” he chuckled embarrassed. Grabbing your hand which was still stroking his hair, he lifted it up and brought it down between the two of you after he pulled away from your embrace and engulfed it between his hand. “But when you held me like that and comforted me I realized that was not what you meant, you want me to help you to overcome those. We’re still young y/n but sometimes I think that you already lived a lot of lives because you’re so wise and mature. You actually come to me and tell me what’s wrong, to work things out and I.. I could only think of you leaving me and began to cry. I was the one who needed to reassure you. To comfort you. Y/n.. there is one thing I know for sure.. and that is that I love you from the bottom of my heart. I love you with my whole heart and even more. You don’t have to be insecure but you can’t help it sometime, know that you can come to me and tell me whenever you feel like that. Just like you did today. I know I can’t take it away instantly even if I want it so badly. I can show you how much I love you, admire you, look up to you, cherish you. Because everyday my love for you grows. It seems impossible with the immense love I feel for you already but I really do. I love you y/n.”

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies