That scene in ragnarok where Loki is cheering on during the gladiator fight is adorable but I also want him to get so riled up that he spikes his glass of wine directly on the ground and the grandmaster vows to never again invite asgardians to any event in the future
Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?
“Thanks for coming,” Soonyoung said, grinning as he walked
over to you with a glistening glass of champagne.
My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)
Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her.
Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down.
Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.
Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go.
Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend.
Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that
Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal.
Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself.
Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police.
Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead.
Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah.
Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.
Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation.
Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission.
Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems
Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust. But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.
They had him under lock and key, strict supervision. Six accounts of manslaughter, two accounts of domestic abuse. He played back the punishment fit for the crime in his head; Death Row. He would be sent back to Korea the following morning. If only he was actually to be blamed.
Jimin sat in the corner of his cell, his back pressed against the wall as he gazed at the window across from the cell bars, the only light showing being the glow of the full moon. It was curfew, with only a few other prisoners within his cell block still awake. The sound of heels clicking against the metal catwalk echoed.
“Jimin Park,” a husky voice berated. Jimin groaned, refusing to turn his head. “What do you want? I told you, I—“
The cell doors slowly glided apart, creating a riff in Jimin’s attitude. He turned his attention to the guard behind him. “Now you know how I feel, right?”
Jimin quickly bounced to his feet, tugging his arm as the shackles constraining him to the wall pulled him back. “What are you doing here? They’re going to fucking kill—“
Jimin was hushed as the black haired boy pressed a finger to his own lips. His eyes wandered. “Do you hear that?”
You grabbed your books and closed your locker, walking to your next class, but you were stopped by Steve Harrington, your protective older brother.
“(y/n), where are you going?”
“English…my last class. Is something wrong?”
“You’ve been seeing Jonathan Byers behind my back when I told you not to.”You looked behind him and locked eyes with Jonathan. You waved, a smile crept onto your face. Steve blocked your view.
“Steve, you’re my brother, not my father. I can make my own decisions.” You walked around Steve and met up with Jonathan before you both walked into your English class together.
“What was that about?”
“Just Steve being over protective as usual.” Jonathan gave you a lopsided grin.
“You guys seem pretty close…”
“Well, he is my brother.” Jonathan stopped in his tracks. “Please, don’t leave me because he’s my brother.” As you were looking at the ground, Jonathan grabbed your hand.
“Hey, I won’t leave, don’t worry. The thought that Steve Harrington, the guy that shattered my camera, is your-”
“Wait, he shattered your camera? Why the hell would he do that?” Jonathan let go of your hand to take his seat. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“He saw some- a lot- of pictures of you, which were taken by my camera.” He quickly looked away, avoiding your eyes.
“Me? Why would-” Jonathan leaned over his desk to whisper in your ear.
“You’re my muse, (y/n).” He sat back in his seat as soon as the bell rang. You looked at the board in front of the classroom; your face a dark shade of red.
Once the bell rang, Jonathan stood in front of you, his bag already slung over his shoulder. You started to pack your things.
“Aren’t you going home?” He shrugged his shoulders.
“I think I’ll walk you home today, I’ve got some time to kill.” He gave you a lopsided grin.
You slung your bag over your shoulder and began to walk to school. You peeked your head into an alleyway to see the high school.
You mumbled to yourself before you strolled through the dark and creepy alley. As you were approaching the end of the alley, a couple of brutes walked up to you. Luckily, before either of the brutes could harm a hair on your head, Jonathan stepped into the ally and pushed you behind his body.
“Stay behind me, I’ll be your shield.” One of the un-named brutes swung a punch at Jonathan, which hit him square in the jaw.
The other brute came behind you and held you in his grasp. You squirmed, letting a whimper slip out from in between your lips. You tightly closed your eyes. You heard multiple hits and soon felt the grasp on you loosen and then completely disappear. You felt two warm and comforting hands on your shoulders, you slowly opened your eyes.
“Hey, you’re ok, right?” You shakily nodded your head. “Come on, I’ll walk you to school.” Jonathan grabbed your hand and started the walk.
“Thank you. I’m glad you were there.”
The next day at school your brother, Steve, ran up to you and wrapped you in a hug. Jonathan stood next to you awkwardly.
“I heard about what happened… are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks to Jonathan.” Steven glanced at Jonathan.
“Thank you for protecting (y/n). I’m uh, sorry about shattering your camera.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled as you watched your older brother and Jonathan awkwardly have a conversation. You wrapped your hand around Jonathan’s. He squeezed your hand.
“Well, I’m going to go (y/n). I’ll see you later.” Steve pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he caught up with his friends.
“I’m so happy you guys are friends now.” Jonathan held back a snicker.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m glad you’re happy.”
I'm really into Ereri fics where one of them is a famous athlete of some type. I've read "Freedom of the press" and "scoring more than goals". Could you possibly help me find some more? Thanks ♡
I would recommend going through our [sports] tag, because there’s a lot there & you might find some other famous athlete fics. Here are some that aren’t in our tag, though!
Bruises Summary: Levi is a boxing champion, so 99% of the time he’s shirtless. Eren Jaeger just happens to have a severe back kink, and doesn’t have a brain-to-mouth filter.
How Forward Summary: What could possibly be the best gift to give to the biggest soccer nerd who probably (correction – OBVIOUSLY) has a crush on a star soccer player?
It’s All Downhill From Here Summary: Meet Eren Jäger, 17-year-old alpine prodigy from Bavaria. This is his first Olympics, and he has to remind himself to take it at least a little slower than usual- he doesn’t want to crash and shatter any cameras once he’s reached the finish, after all. Meet Levi, 19-year-old pairs’ skater-turned-coach when he tore his ACL several years ago, leaving him with bittersweet memories of skiing in general. This is his first Olympics, and, truth be told, he thought he’d be more impressed (he also thought he’d be competing). Or, rather, how about they meet each other?
An Icy Love Story Summary:
Eren Jäger, a rapidly uprising star in the world of figure skating, meets Levi Ackermann, the unsurpassed champion in this devision of ice and cold. Erwin wanted to let these two graceful forces clash and see what happens. Whether they may form a destructive power together, that would stun audiences for years, or end up being devoured by the ice beneath them.
Steampunk Doll By CS : “My daughter designed her own Steampunk Cyborg Doll costume for Halloween this year and she and her mom hand made it. The eye piece on the mask is the lens from a point and shoot camera from Goodwill.
She’s posed in front of matte slate gray paper with two soft lights, one right in front of her and one next to the camera. The shatter effect and "old-timey” grading were done in Photoshop. Happy Halloween.“
Let me know what you think. You should check out The Office playlist on Spotify. It literally has every song ever sung or mentioned on the show. Absoluetly Bloody Brilliant!
-Interview with Y/N-
Y/N: So… umm yeah it’s my third week working here. It’s been quite an adjustment. (beat) Oh no Newt’s been great. He isn’t as big of a handful as the Minister makes him out to be.
There is a cut away scene to Y/N opening Newt’s office door to see the room covered in mooncalves. Newt stands in the middle of the room. A mooncalf sits in his arms. The camera pans back to Y/N who gives Newt a stern look. Newt shrugs.
Newt: Ugh this isn’t what it looks like.
The cut away ends and goes back to Y/N being interviewed.
Y/N: The others? Umm yeah I see them now and then, Bridget is very chatty so I interact with her a lot. I’m not sure I’ve actually seen Claire move yet. Y/N shifts uncomfortably in the chair and leans in as if to tell the camera a secret. I’m-I’m not actually sure if she’s still alive.
Another cut away shows Claire at her desk, with the same sun glasses on. In her hair are spit balls. A figure walks by and puts more paperwork on her desk. Random clutter and paperwork cover her desk. Suddenly a spit ball flys across the room. The camera shoots up and follows the shot that came from Rodger. He quickly tries to hide the evidence that he was the one who had shot the spit ball at Claire.
Rodger: What? I’m so bored!
The cut away scene ends and goes back to Y/N sitting in the chair. She looks down at her watch and adjusts her watch.
Y/N: The minister is doing rounds to the different corridors and giving us our annual ministry updates and news. Apparently he does this every once in a while to get feed back from everyone and tell people about what’s new in the ministry…
Y/N is cut off by the sound of the interview room door opening. The camera turns to see Newt in the doorway. He looks over at her and quickly notices the camera.
Newt:(startled) Oh so sorry. Forgot the camera would be in here. (To Y/N) Don’t know if you saw the time but he’s about to start.
Y/N: I did actually. Is Rodger ready? Last time it was easier with three of us.
She gets up from her chair and follows Newt our of the room. The camera follows beind the both of them.
Newt: Yeah I believe he’s right behind him.
Suddenly M.C Hammers song “Can’t Touch This” can be heard along with loud banging and things shattering or breaking. The camera focuses on the furthest corner. Suddenly a Hammer flies from it into a wall. Biggleswade comes from around the corner carrying a boom box. His other hand is conjuring hammers as they fly around the room. Bridget runs around screaming at Biggleswade to get a grip. Claire is still asleep in her chair. Rodger follows closely behind and tries to save the hammers from destroying more of the corridor. Sometimes he is successful, other times he misses as the hammers go through the drywall. Newt and Y/N instantly start helping.
Biggleswade:(with the music) Stop! Hammer Time!
There is a cut away to Newt, Rodger and Y/N in the interview room. All of them look exhausted and all of them are covered with drywall dust. Y/N flicks dust from her trousers and does the same to Newt jacket sleeve. She turns to Rodger and dusts the top of his hair. Rodger then sneezes and Newt tries to tousle his cost a little to get the dust off. Rodger looks at the camera after his sneeze.
Rodger:Biggleswade discovered a new Muggle recording the other day. He decided he loved it so much he ended up taking it too literally and made 9:30am his “hammer time.” Which apparently, according to Muggles, means you throw around Muggle working tools.
Y/N: We still aren’t sure Muggles would have a Hammer Time, but we understand why this M.C person is warning people about the time.
Newt: We’re hoping he moves out of the Muggle 90’s soon before one of us dies.
END OF INTERVIEW
The next scene shows the corridor gathering into the conference room, the same room as where the interviews are held. Biggleswade and Rodger help wheel Claire into the room. Bridget follows behind with Y/N and Newt in toe. Biggleswade and Rodger help fix Claire to be presentable.
Bridget: Don’t you think we should take her to the St. Mungos? I mean it’s been like three weeks. She probably stinks.
Biggleswade carefully gets close to Claire’s head and sniffs her hair.
Biggleswade: I’d say she’s got another week.
Bridget makes a disgusted face. Newt and Y/N look at each with a worrying face. Rodger sits next to Y/N.
Rodger:(To Y/N) Don’t worry she’s been out longer than this once before. She’ll be fine.
The camera zooms in on Newt’s face who looks at the camera with a blank and expression. He slowly begins to shake his head in disbelief.
Suddenly the camera goes to the conference room door where Milton opens the door and enters on his own. He stands next to Newt with his wand and a piece of paper. He uses the Lumos charm and shines it over the front of the room. The camera goes back to Newt’s expression and he slowly puts his head in his hands.
Milton: Witches and Wizards! He runs the ministry, he is the greatest, most charming and sexiest Wizard in the office! He’s your best friend and mine, give it up for MINISTER PARKINSON!!!!!
The Conference room door opens and in jogs Minister Parkinson. He throws his arms into the air and bobs up and down. Milton joins him and both of them jump around with their arms in the air.
-INTERVIEW WITH Y/N
Y/N: This is supposed to be an all day meeting…(The scene cuts to Y/N and Newt looking at each other and smirking as they try to hide their laughter.) …I don’t know how I’m going to get through this.
-END OF INTERVIEW WITH Y/N-
INTERVIEW WITH BRIDGET
Bridget: Oh My God they have been glued at the hip since she got here! They are always whispering (Cut Scene to Bridget sitting in the break room table. Newt and Y/N are sitting next to each other but are turned to face each other. They are laughing and listening to each other intently. The camera goes back to Bridget who looks bored and annoyed.) The two of them are SO going to hook up. It’s like…
END OF INTERVIEW WITH BRIDGET
The camera cuts back to the board meeting. Minister Parkinson stands at the head of the table and addresses the room.
Minister:Thank you, thank you everybody! No need to stand and applause… (he pauses and when no one does anything he gives them all a stern look. Y/N and Newt look around the room as everyone looks around with confused looks. Newt and Y/N slowly stand and start clapping. Everyone follows except for Claire.) Oh stop, oh stop guys. Go one sit down. (Still confused, everyone sits again) Alright… so to start off Wizard Resources wants me to…
-INTERVIEW WITH MINISTER PARKINSON-
Minister: (His interview takes place in his office.) The board always asks me why I go around to the different offices and do these meeting myself. I mean I could get anyone to do them. I look at them and I tell them because I have a heart and knee caps just like them. I’m nothing special. I just ran for Minister and got appointed. I put my robes on one arm at a time just like anyone. But they don’t get that. When I walk into the room they immediately act like I’m this royal king or something. Doing these meetings, I feel, makes me seem like a normal average working wizard. I look forward to when I can just be average Parkinson instead of Magical Minister of Magic Parkinson.
Director: Does anyone actually call you that?
Minister: Umm no… it’s just something I’ve been trying to make a thing. It sounds more formal I think.
-END OF INTERVIEW WITH MINISTER PARKINSON
The scene cuts back to the board meeting. The minister is continuing to speak.
Minister: Just to reconfirm what I said. If you have any office romances, like you know officially dating. If you know you guys are just hooking up casually, I don’t think WR is gonna want to hear about it. But you know if you guys are talking about moving in together or meeting the family then best to get that locked down with WR.
The camera focuses in on Bridget’s face who sticks a hand in front of her mouth, hiding it from Y/N and Newt. She Mouths ‘A MATTER OF TIME’ and points with her other hand behind her hand at them.
Minister: It’s not that we forbid office romances, (He tries to subtly wink at Bridget. The camera zooms in on Bridget, who freezes and looks back and forth between the minister and the camera.)
INTERVIEW WITH RODGER
Rodger: Everyone knows Bridget has a huge crush on the Minister. Even the Minister knows.
END OF INTERVIEW WITH RODGER
INTERVIEW WITH BRIDGET
This interview takes place in Bridget’s office. There are several ‘Bridget loves Parkinson’ and Minister Parkinson memorabilia around the room.
Bridget: Me? Have a crush on the Minister? No. Absolutely not. I have no idea what you’re talking about.
END OF BRIDGET INTERVIEW
Cuts back to the meeting. The minister looks at his papers.
Minister: I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Y/N for keeping Newt in line and as accident free as possible.
Newt looks annoyed at the Minister.Putting his arms out to the side as if to say what the hell.
Newt: I am right here. I can hear you.
Y/N takes Newt’s hand and moves it down to his lap. Newt looks at Y/N shocked at the physical contact but tries not show emotion. He hides his smirk by bowing his head. The camera blurs its focus on Rodger who stares at the interaction and seems defeated. Y/N lets go of Newt’s hand.
Y/N: Thank you Minister, it’s fine. He hasn’t been any trouble at all.
INTERVIEW WITH Y/N
Y/N:(She looks off as if in a dream.) It’s actually been quite fun.
END OF INTERVIEW WITH Y/N
The camera cuts back to the Minister.
Minister: Well. I guess that’s it if no one else has anything.
Milton quickly raises his hand in urgency. The Minister rolls his eyes.
Minister: Does anyone else have anything? No? (The minister collects his stuff as Milton hovers over him. Everyone starts to get up and talks among themselves. Before the minister leaves the room he turns back to everyone.) And will someone PLEASE pour some water over that woman and wake her up?
The scene cuts over to Claire sitting in the chair still asleep. A voice belonging to Milton uses the Aguamenti charm and water dumps all over her head. She screams and wakes up. She rips off the sunglasses.
Claire: Oh hey thar. How have you all been?
Camera cuts back to everyone packing up to go home for the evening. Rodger stops by Newt’s door to see Y/N walking out.
Rodger: Fun meeting huh?
Y/N: Crazy fun. Waay too much fun for me to handle.
Rodger: Acts bashful So I wanted to see what you were doing tonight?
Y/N: Oh I’m just heading home. Nothing special.
Rodger: Well…maybe you’d like to… go… (Suddenly Newt comes through the door, interrupting them both. )
Newt: Y/N, I-I would you be able to… ugh… stay behind tonight? I have some extra things I will need help with.
Y/N: Oh yeah sure! She turns back to Rodger Sorry Rodger, maybe another night.
Newt and Y/N disappear back into Newt’s office. Rodger shakes his head and begins to walk towards the office door as he turns his head he looks into the camera. He shrugs his bag onto his shoulder more and continues to walk faster out of the office.
INTERVIEW WITH Y/N
Y/N: Office Romances? Oh it’s not for me. It’s not like I am at a point in my life where I’d be ready to have a serious enough relationship.
The camera catches Newt and Y/N talking close together in a semi lit office. He props his case on a chair and opens it. He takes Y/N’s hand and helps guide her down into the case.
Y/N: As for people in the office? If I would date anyone? I mean I don’t know. I don’t think so. I’m not really interested in anyone at the moment… but I guess that could change.
Hey Guys! I’m sorry to tell you that you cannot leave yet. It seems a Murder has taken place. Our dear pal Nathaniel ( @rising-star-steven ) was found dead in their room today. A lamp cord was wrapped around their neck and it seems they were strangled to death. The room was torn up and their room window was shattered. Security cameras were broken in the room and shut off around 10:11 PM last night. With how many people were out and about at this time, it’s hard to pin it on anyone. So, you’re all suspects.
Please don’t ask for a refund, we’ll find this murderer. Please. We need the money.
In twenty minutes I’ll be asking you all for who you believe murdered Nathaniel, and we’ll solve this the old fashioned way. An Eye for an Eye.
Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his
parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in
the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to
the good life that he wanted?
You frowned as you scrolled through the comments on your
Twitter account. Being someone who followed the tight rope that you walked on
once you became a celebrity in Korea,
you never expected to get hate comments but everyone’s a critic. There was a
person here talking about your looks, a person there talking about your acting,
and a person there even talking about how your boobs were fake. People really
didn’t have anything better to do and you knew you should ignore them—really,
you tell yourself to too—but you just couldn’t. The more comments you read, the
angrier you got and the more you wanted to see what they said. In the end, you
would get yourself so worked up you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on your
If his father had noticed the way Tim’s shoulders slumped or the way his smile no longer reached his eyes or the way his voice rasped like an over-played vinyl record, he might have said something. If he had paid more attention to his son’s precious polaroid camera shattered to pieces on Tim’s bedroom floor, he might have sat down and asked him what was bothering him. And maybe he had noticed, but Jake Drake was already late for a plane to Europe and Janet was yelling from the doorway to hurry up, so he merely gave Tim an awkward pat on the shoulder and a wad of cash to cover the new camera Tim would probably buy in the following week.
Tim did not buy a camera that week, or the next week, or the week after.
If his mother had noticed the hastily wiped tear-stains or the way Tim curled in on himself even more than usual, she would have said nothing. Perhaps she would have given him a stiff-backed hug, or a few empty words of sympathy that would ultimately mean nothing to either of them. But Janet Drake had more on her mind than a broken child- Drake Industries would not run itself, after all.
The maid noticed the sudden increase in uneaten food, the piles of burned photographs in the trash bin, the self-imposed quarantine to his room. She wasn’t complaining- Tim’s nightly excursions had always been a cause of worry- but Tim’s abrupt change in behavior was highly disturbing. The maid, however, never said anything. She was, after all, only 20 years old, and not at all experienced in dealing with what must have been teenage hormones.
Ives also noticed what he called Tim’s broody emo stage. He realized, of course, that it was much more than that. But Ives never said anything more on the subject. Ives never said anything, even when Tim’s skinny frame began to drown in the depth of his clothes. He never said anything, even when Tim stopped short in front of Gotham High one day, even when Tim’s fingertips ghosted towards where his camera once hung down from the cord around his neck before dropping to his side once they found only emptiness, even when Tim turned to Ives’ worried face and asked what’s wrong?
Ives never said anything, because Ives knew the only thing worse than watching Tim break from the inside would be to see Tim force a smile on his face and a laugh in his voice as Tim said, What are you talking about? I haven’t changed, to see him glance at Wayne Manor as they walked by on their way home from school and murmur, I haven’t changed at all.
Summary: Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?
Soonyoung didn’t come home that night and Wonwoo wasn’t
worried for a second. He was just angry that the only time he actually needed
that guy, he wasn’t there. Why had Wonwoo needed him? Well, it was a bit hard
to move with a camera in his hand, you on his back, and your shoes in the other
hand. Just getting to the apartment complex was hard, much less carrying you
the ride of the elevator and down the hall.
You and Bruce arrive at a party. The two of you get separated and you get uncomfortable with the press crowding you, however Bruce is there to save you from the hoard of overwhelming people.
Your car stops and the illuminating flashing begins like a wave outside. Bruce looks at you and smiles, and he takes your hand;
“Stay close,” He looks out his window, observing the mob of shuttering white flashes, “It’s only a short walk to the door. We should be fine.” You smile, grateful for him looking out for you. You had always had a hatred for the paparazzi, even before you married Bruce. You hated their lies and treatment of the people they pictured, they were mean and pushy, things you despised. Bruce always made sure to be by your side when surrounded by them, he knew you felt claustrophobic and uncomfortable, and you wouldn’t be able to help yourself as you would shut down in those situations.
A finely dress man opened Bruce’s door, and he stepped out, the flashes growing intense. Bruce blinked a couple times, to adjust to it’s blinding nature, whilst buttoning his suit jacket. He turned to you and offered his hand whilst you were getting out the same door as himself. You graciously took it, his hand oversizing yours, and he firmly held onto you tight. Once getting out, the man shut the car door. You smiled kindly to him and faced the camera flashes head on. Bruce began walking, unclasping your hand to place it on the small of your back.
“MR. WAYNE! MR. WAYNE!” The press shouted.
“MRS. WAYNE CAN WE TALK?!” they screamed in your ear.
Your eyes were beginning to become disillusioned, blinded almost. FLASH. Bruce lead to you to the door, oh so close you were. FLASH. Finally the yelling seemed to dissolve and the calm, soothing violin music emerged. Bruce had opened the large heavy glass door for you, and you had walked inside. The people outside were barely audible. Men dressed in fine suits, and women dressed in shimmering gowns danced and drank on the marble floor and chandelier lit room.
“Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, welcome. Wine?” A man asked us holding glasses of bubbling liquid gold.
“Thank you.” Bruce said, taking two glasses, and handing you one.
“Well this isn’t so shabby is it?” You remark, leaning into Bruce slightly so only he could here. He chuckled,
“I guess not.” hand still on the small of your back. “If i have to talk to some of these people though i might need a few glasses of this.” he said, lifting up his glass and taking a large swig of it. You laughed,
“More like a whole bottle.” You say, looking around the room and sipping your wine. Bruce turned to look at you, a smug look on his face. He pulled you in closer to him, “Shall we go acquire some then from the backroom? and have a small drunken adventure?” he asked. You turned to look at him,
“That’s called stealing Bruce.”
“It’s called, ‘acquiring’, it’s only stealing if you get caught.” He said. You rolled your eyes and laughed at Bruce who was leaning down to kiss you on the cheek, only to be interrupted by a middle aged woman;
“Sorry to interrupt Mr. Wayne, but Mr. Darcy is asking to talk to you privately.” Bruce stood up straight and looked at you. His eyes asked if you would be okay on your own, and you smiled and nodded.
“I’ll be right over.” He replied,
“Follow me then” The lady said. Bruce quickly laid a kiss on your lips before walking off. He was always hesitant in doing this, as sure, you were able to take care of yourself, however, in a room of intimidating business men and woman and press walking around, it was an easy place to get trapped and uncomfortable in overwhelming situations. You sipped you wine and looked around the room, gravitating towards the wall behind you, where you weren’t in the centre of the room, but not completely hiding. Without noticing, a man had crept up on you and roughly tapped your shoulder, causing you to grunt slightly in pain. You looked at him with crosses brows,
“..I’m sorry, can i help you?” You ask quietly. He grins wide, camera ready in his hand.
“Mrs. Wayne why did you marry Bruce Wayne?” He asked, walking closer to you. You stood there briefly shocked at the random question.
“Bec-” You began,
“Was it because of money? See Mrs. Wayne, revisiting your life before Bruce you didn’t have much at all, you were even struggling to put food on the table for yourself isn’t that right?” He continued. You took a step back, feeling uncomfortable and overwhelmed. He took a step forward.
“Don’t run away please Mrs, i just want to talk” He smiled. He then quickly snapped a picture so close to your face the flash blinded you. You rubbed your eyes and your breathing became quick. The flash attracted the likes of another paparazzi who too, began snapping pictures too close.
“Mrs Wayne who’s this man?” He asked. Flash.
“Please Mrs. I just want to walk, come’n sweetheart.” Flash.
“Just answer!” FLASH
“Please s-stop” you begged, realising your defeat when they wouldn’t be able to hear over the clicking of cameras. Two, now four men surrounded you. Your breathing grew heavy, your eyes blind, and your body stiff and cold.
“Bruce,” You whispered
“MRS. WAYNE!” the first man yelled.
“Are you cheating on Bruce with this man?!”
You closed your eyes, and the clicks of the cameras and the flashes of the shutters stopped. The yelling stopped, and you opened you eyes. Suddenly you are now leaning into the back of a man. You look up. Bruce stands between you and the first man who approached you. The three before had run like little boys in trouble for having candy.
“How dare you harass my wife like that,” Bruce stated, in his low rumbling voice. The man shook in terror, his hands shaking so badly he dropped his camera. It shattered.
“i’m-i’m sorry sir! i truly am! I-”
“No you’re not” Bruce began, “I don’t want you to EVER take another picture of my wife again, and let alone harass her. Understand?” Bruce was standing tall, over powering the belittled man in front of him. Bruce was intimidating, sometimes even to you. When he mixed Batman with Bruce Wayne, those characteristics were extremely scary, sometimes even to him. The man ran off, leaving his camera behind.
Bruce turned around, hands running through his hair,
“I don’t even know how they got in but i swear-” You jumped to his body, enveloping him in a much needed hug.
“Thank you,” You mumbled, squeezing him tighter. His arms wrapped around you, and he felt a wave of relief over him. He had seen you from the corner of his eye, so small and scared. He came to you as quickly as possible, mind raging at the men in front of you.
You pulled away, and he placed a hand on your cheek.
“I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. I promised you that when we married, and i intend to keep it (y/n).”