English was one of the most confusing languages Jungkook had ever tried to learn. There were so many words that meant different things but sounded the same, so many words that meant the same thing but sounded different. It seemed whenever Jungkook had tried to learn the language by himself he could never get much farther than the first page of any textbook.
It wasn’t until he had met you, through the agency of course. BigHit had hired you to tutor the boys in English that way whenever they went to a new country where the natives mostly spoke English they would be able to converse better. Jungkook had instantly taken a liking to you from the moment you started working at BigHit, and he loved the fact that you were teaching him something he had tried to learn for so long.
Having you there to help him study and learn the language made it easier on him, and he was able to retain more information. Whether it was because he somehow remembered everything you said, or because he fell in love with the sound of your voice speaking the unfamiliar words, Jungkook had begun to learn the language quicker, being able to converse with Namjoon and you in the foreign tongue.
It was early in the morning when he had arrived for his lesson, Jimin joining him for the day. The two of them normally shared lessons, Jimin being a bit farther behind in his studies. Often you let Jungkook tutor Jimin in things he had learned and Jungkook loved it, basking in the attention you would give him as he showed off his growing skills and showed you just how much he retained from your lessons.
Summary: Not only are you the outcast at school, but also in the hero world. After a gruesome fight, you realize maybe being different isn’t so bad afterall.
A/N: Not requested, but I’m super excited to start this series
Pairing: Peter x reader
Warnings: Bullying, swearing, fire, murder, blood
“Whaddup, it’s Penis Parker!”
The yell coming from Flash’s idiotic mouth made you turn your head to see him perched over Peter’s shoulder, staring him down. He muttered an incoherent phrase for a response, which made Flash grab him and turn him around, slamming his back into the open locker.
“What did you say to me, punk? Do you really wanna test me now?”
Ned emerged from the crowd surrounding the fight and pushed himself between Flash and Peter. Flash sneered at Ned, then looked around the hallway, trying to catch someone’s eye to torment. As he began scanning your side, you quickly averted contact, staring into the blackness of your open locker.
“Hey, (Y/N). I got a bone to pick with you!”
You heard the skid of sneakers increase in speed and volume, and then a hand came to your locker, slamming it shut. You turned your neck lightly to see Flash, red in the face, breathing heavily, mere inches from your nose.
“This is probably the most attention you’ve ever gotten in your life, right here, right now, is it not? How does it feel, knowing you’re alone? No friends, family’s always out of town… Honestly, I envy them; they don’t need to see your hideous face everyday.”
You scoffed and turned on your heel, but Flash ripped you back by your shirt and threw you to the floor. He and his friends stood over you, and he crouched down to your height.
“Awe, is somebody gonna cry?”
Flash’s face got blurred by tears, and for the first time, you felt powerless. Being a superhero didn’t mean you were always beloved and admired. You were the silent sneak, a shadow master, a wallflower. You were quiet, observant and became known when it was needed. But, when you really wanted to give some justice, you were seen as a menace. The black mask you wore gave the wrong impression, but it became comforting. Especially when you were losing a fight.
Flash grabbed the collar to your shirt and pulled you closer to his face.
“No wonder you’re worthless. You can’t even fight back.”
He was right. You couldn’t fight back. Your chest felt heavy and you pushed Flash off of you. Swiftly, you grabbed your bag and flung it over your shoulder, pushing through the crowd. In the back you saw Ned and Peter watching you with pitiful eyes. When your eyes caught, they looked away, shunning you.
Scoffing lightly, you continued to run out of the clustered hallway and sprinted to the doors, pushing to get home.
You sat on a rooftop to building on the corner of 49th, peering down at the streets, busy with people and cars. In one hand you had a half eaten apple, the other held a police scanner, listening to calls. You waited in the shadow, alert for anything they couldn’t reach in time. Yet, you knew what would happen if you showed your face. They would try and shoot you down instead of the true criminals.
“We have a bank robbery at 52nd, four guys holding up workers, all armed.”
“I’m at 19th. 204, where are you?”
“I’m at 23rd.”
You sighed, pulling down your mask and hoisting yourself up, sprinting to the edge of the building, taking a running and hopped across the tops of apartment. Clearly, you were faster than any of the police cars, as you got to the bank in less than a minute. Jumping down from the roof, you turned on your heel and opened the bank door silently. A man was holding a gun up to the lady at the counter, two others were holding knives to hostages throats or waving it around. The final guy was most likely packing up the money, you couldn’t see him.
“I don’t think that’s how you open a savings account. You can totally learn about it in jail, though!”
Both robbers with knives were the first to respond, turning and sprinting towards you. The first goon began swinging his arm rapidly, and after a few failed efforts, you grabbed his wrist and threw him into the robber behind him, they both fell to the tile in a heap. Without a second glance, you turned to the armed criminal who began pointing the gun at you.
“Don’t make me use this, freak!”
“Awe, you think that intimidates me, how… naive.”
As his finger repeatedly hit the trigger, you dodged them, making a beeline straight for him, grabbing his torso and flipping him over your shoulder. You twisted his arm, and he dropped the gun. You put your foot on the weapon and snapped the guys arm. He screamed in agony and coddled the arm in tears.
The people in the store stared at you in fear.
“Go! Run now!”
You pointed at the door, and without another look, they took off. You hopped through the window of the teller and began walking towards the back for the final goon. He emerged with a full duffle bag and a large gun.
“Only one bag, really?”
The guy cocked the gun, which began glowing a bright orange. You charged at him, and once you began tackled him, his gun blew fire to the ceiling. You threw punches as the gun kept firing spurts of flame around the bank. Finally getting off of the unconscious goon, you looked around the bank in shock. The ceiling was falling, the glass was shattered and the two goons you first encountered were bleeding on the white tile floor. You gasped, knowing you unintentionally killed them.
Yet, looking around this bank, you didn’t feel awful. The fire began nipping at your feet, and you took a step forward, breathing in deep, bathing in the smoke. You hopped back through the teller window to have your ankle grasped by the broken armed robber.
“You… you sick freak.”
You smirked, picking up the gun on the floor, and pulling the already loaded trigger. The door to the bank opened swiftly, and you turned to see Spiderman, him shocked by the sight. You, a vigilante, standing over a body, gun in hand. He looked to see the other two dead in a heap and he began shooting webs in your direction. Dodging the webs, you fired a shot at Spiderman, wounding his thigh.
You began sauntering up to Spiderman, and as he reached out to shoot another web, you took your hand and twisted it to the sky. He screamed in agony, and you put the gun in your pocket. Taking your newly freed hand, you took Spiderman’s masked face in your palm.
“You know, this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t seen as a nuisance. There could’ve been really cool super shit we would’ve done together. You, shooting the webs and me, kicking ass, right? But, you have this town in your hand They just adore you.”
You grabbed his face tighter, and you felt him whimper.
“The time for a hero is long gone, Spiderman. Newsflash, there’s a new sheriff in town, and I don’t fuck around. Especially not with vermin like you.”
Bringing your leg up, you kicked Spiderman in the chest, heaving him into the wall behind him. You opened the door to the bank, and looked around at the police swarming the bank, guns raised to kill. Slowly pulling your gun from your pocket and setting it down on the sidewalk, you raised your arms above your head. Then, you kicked off the ground and jumped to the top of the adjacent building.
You sprinted away, hearing the screams from citizens as the bank collapsed in itself.
summary: peter isn’t home much, but you certainly know when he is. plus he likes to talk a lot in the middle of the night
The window next to your bed quietly slid open, and being on the 30th floor in your apartment building, that only meant one thing. You simply scooted to your side of the bed not even opening your eyes, you just laid there waiting. Shuffling could be heard in the room, and then the bed dipped to the right of you as Peter slid under the covers after he’d taken off his spidey suit. All it took was the smell of his cologne for you to be in absolute heaven. You slid right into his arms, and pressed yourself against his chest. It was rare for him to be home now, with him living at the Avengers compound and trying to defend the city at night.
“I’m so happy you’re home.” You mumbled, all day you wanted to be in bed asleep, but you had to greet your love. With a quick glance at the clock, you see that it’s almost 2AM.
He lightly laughed, “Baby, I had such a crazy night.” Peter rubbed a hand down his face, and you nudged farther into his arms trying to get extra comfy. “For starters someone tried to taze me even though I told him I was there to get his cat out of a tree, and how does that even happen anymore?” You could tell he was all fired up about his night, especially since his voice was starting to rise into that annoyance level. “Then I thought someone was robbing a corner store, but they were really paying for everything they bought, their phone was just in their arm so I thought it was a gun-”
With one swift motion, you rolled over to sit on top of his hips. You placed your hands on either sides of his head and spoke softly, “Honey, I love you, but we both need some sleep.” You kissed him on the nose, “Promise me you’ll take a day off tomorrow so we can catch up?”
Peter grinned and gave you a big kiss before you laid flat on top of him, “Goodnight, baby.”
The two of you were laying in bed watching Netflix, when Blue pulled you towards him and nuzzled his face against the crook of your neck. He hoisted one of your legs over his pelvis and mumbled a soft ‘I love you’. His hands ran over your arms, sides, and back. In his eyes, you were perfect. There was nothing he disliked about you. His SOUL fluttered as he thought about everything the two of you had been through. He couldn’t imagine a life without you.
You moved slightly to look at him and smiled. Kissing the top of his head, you repeted his words. You slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Resulting in him leaving a kiss on your chest.
At that moment, your SOULs knew they were ment to be together. You were h i s, and he was y o u r s.
Hi Amalthea! I want to say something about your dere types post. I haven't played SLBP so this is about IkeSen. I think Yasu and Yuki both are tsundere because they did constantly switch between 'tsun' and 'dere' sides like they both had snarky remarks while talking to MC as you have seen in recent events, the only difference is that the 'tsun' level of Yuki is more boyish if you know what I mean. The only kuudere I see in IkeSen is Sasuke, he always showed respect to MC regardless any route.(c)
Hi, my love!
I think they are both supposed to be, but if Yasu is one he’s a suuuuuper weak one, like Alyn “Milk ‘n cookies” Crawford. side eye
I just want to pinch Yasu’s cheeks, you know? So darn fluffy!
Let’s just call them Starter Kit tsunderes. Keep trying, you two! You’ll get there, one day!
Yukimura is classed as one by the company, just like Alyn. Maybe Ieyasu is, too?
Yasu’s SLBP counterpart most definitely should come and teach them is.
I haven’t played Yukimura’s route, yet. I’m double dipping Masamune right now. I was going to pick him next, but I may go for the new character.
I had a dream last night that it was Shingen, for some reason. lol
As for Sasuke, I’m not sure if he’s a dere-type. He seems cool and friendly, and he’s neither aloof nor distant, from where he’s shown up so far.
We’ll need to see more of him to see if there’s a consistent pattern, outside of when he shows up as a deus ex machina.
LEO: You really don’t want to admit it, because it’s a pretty ridiculous thought, but you’re scared of what being fully healed from the heartaches you’ve experienced entails. Because you aren’t sure of who you are when you aren’t hurting and you don’t know how to observe the world with unclouded eyes. It’s okay to be apprehensive of the sides of yourself that you haven’t had many opportunities to become acquainted with. While you may know yourself better than anybody else, that doesn’t mean that you need to be an expert on all things you. It’s okay to still be in the process of meeting yourself and figuring out who you are. You aren’t racing the clock.
VIRGO: You’re finally embracing the things you’ve been talking about doing for so long, but something feels off about it and you don’t know why. Because isn’t this the thing you’ve been working towards? Isn’t this the life you pictured yourself living after pulling yourself out of the gutter and onto the grass? I don’t think it’s right to assume that you’ve made the wrong decision here, but it’s important to remember that not everything you wrap your arms around is going to feel soft and easy to swallow. Sometimes the right decision has to hurt in order for it to be the right decision. Soon you’ll know if there’s anything that needs changing.
LIBRA: I know that trusting your instincts after being led astray so many times is a difficult thing for you to wrap your head around. You’re not the type to forget about the poor decisions you’ve made, or the mistakes you’ve given life to. However, road bumps and wrong turns aside, you are still a person worth listening to. It may seem as though everybody else has a map showing them the route to success and that yours was lost in the mail, but I’m going to let you in on a secret: nobody has a clue, a lot of us are just really good at acting as if we are. You haven’t fallen behind, you’re running with the wolves.
SCORPIO: Everyone assumes that you have a lot of love in your life but, while it’s easy to pinpoint a handful of people that have handled your heart with the utmost care, it’s easier to identify those that haven’t. At the end of the night the latter is what plagues your thoughts and wrings the tears out of your eyes, and admitting to that seems like a sign of weakness. But I want you to know that you aren’t obligated to live up to the expectations that the world holds for you. You’re allowed to make your own goals and visit your own places of interest. And the people that can’t love you for that aren’t people that you need surrounding you, anyways.
SAGITTARIUS: You have a tendency to look for yourself in everybody you meet, stacking your personality traits up like chips in a poker game that you’re destined to lose. The problem here is that in order to do this it involves reducing yourself to the most basic of traits and that isn’t what you are. Just because you can rattle off a list of acquaintances that use humor to detract from a situation in the same way that you do, doesn’t mean that you’re a carbon copy conglomerate of the souls you’ve met and interacted with. You’re unique, and you’re a lot more than simply a list of shared qualities. There are parts of you that cannot be put into words.
CAPRICORN: Has anybody told you lately that they’re proud of you? I know that things have been piling onto your windowsill and that you haven’t had the energy to clean it off yet but you’re still standing tall and you’re still here and that’s something to be happy about. Celebrating the small victories isn’t something that you’re used to doing, but it’s time that you start; it’s time that you open your eyes to all of the things that you do on a daily basis that warrant praise and positive attention. An action doesn’t have to be monumental in order to be important. You do wonderful things each and every day.
AQUARIUS: It’s been difficult to get back into the depths of your passion because there’s a really loud voice in your head saying that it isn’t worth it. A feeling of insecurity welling up in your throat and spilling out of your mouth whenever you open it to speak. Sure, your dream is big. Cynics may have told you that it isn’t worth pursuing. But there’s a reason that you’re chasing what you are, right? It’s because it makes you happy, and it makes you feel whole. And I know that it can be incredibly discouraging to stumble over things you care about, but you just have to keep walking despite all of that. Your goals are worth it.
PISCES: Lately you’ve been haunted by the memories of people that only came into your life to take. The nightmares have become an almost regular guest in your bed, taking the sheets and kicking your shins every night like clockwork. I want you to know that what you need to do in order to gain closure over the unkind past seems terrifying because it is. I also want you to know that you deserve to move on from those that have harmed your growth in the past. It may seem impossible to reach a place of contentment with the situation you’re picturing as you read this, but you’re more than capable of surviving what’s follow you. Allow yourself to thrive.
ARIES: Taking care of yourself still feels foreign, sometimes. Acting adult-like is an oversized jacket that you’re familiar with shrugging off and leaving at home despite the weather that requires its presence. There’s too much societal and social pressure to be fully grown all of the time, in my opinion. Not to say that you shouldn’t be responsible, or that you don’t already take care of the things that you need to, but you’re able to reevaluate what it means to be a successful human being. You aren’t chained to standards or rules or cookie-cutter definitions of “being a grown-up.” Don’t lose touch with the roots that mean so much to you.
TAURUS: Another ending, another heartbreak, another name written through the steam on your shower wall. It isn’t fair that you give so much and still only get apple cores and empty promises handed back to you. I know you’re starting to wonder if it really is a “you-thing,” if the absences you’ve needed to learn to exist around were created by your own hands in ignorance. While most failed connections falter on both sides of a line, that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be mean to yourself for things that aren’t exclusively your fault. Being kind to yourself is a practice that will benefit you more than you know. It’s okay to give yourself a break.
GEMINI: Happiness is a lover that always sends you postcards but never tells you when they’re coming home. You’ve grown so accustomed to their quick scrawl reading “wish you were here” that you can almost predict each cards’ arrival after every new bout of sadness. It feels like your emotions enjoy mocking you a lot of the time, making you cry over your latest heartache while reminding you of the moments in which you felt nothing but pure and unfiltered joy. I can’t guarantee the continuous presence of bliss in your life, but I will say in confidence that it’ll always come back to you. Even when you think it won’t. Especially then.
CANCER: It’s a lot easier to let the dying embers of a fire fade into darkness than it is to stoke them back to life. I know that you’re tired of crouching next to weak flames, watching them flicker and refuse to glow despite your best efforts, and for good reason. Everybody knows that you deserve better from the world, that isn’t a question. How could you, the big-hearted lover of love, be destined for something as ugly as this? The answer is that you aren’t. Large, beautiful, fulfilling things are on their way, slowly but surely. Don’t forget that it won’t always feel like this. You won’t always view happy moments as a quick reprieve from the norm. Promise.
I look at you closely. Admiring you from afar. I notice your sharp, God like structured, jawline. You didn’t see me, luckily. I kept looking at you, noticing each of your features. You’re so incredibly handsome.
Your heart was pounding profusely, as you held your gaze on the screen.
It only took a few minutes before you got a response, and once you did, you were beyond mortified.
Frantically, you went back to your Instagram and found the comment Bonnie left on your picture. She had given you her number, but you accidentally mixed up the last two numbers.
Which brought you here.
Looking at the cute little selfie you received, you couldn’t believe your eyes.
Not only did you text the wrong number, but you texted Jensen freaking Ackles. The actor you had crushed on for years.
You texted back the emoji, not knowing what to say.
And as the seconds passed, it didn’t take long for you to get another reply.
‘Isn’t it a little late for a bath? I mean, shouldn’t you be in bed? Lol.’
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was so surreal. How did you manage to text your celebrity crush, was beyond anything you could imagine.
For a moment, you thought you should just apologize and then throw your phone and pretend it never happened, but then you decided to continue the conversation with him. I mean, it’s not everyday you get to talk to Jensen.
'It’s never too late for a bubble bath, especially when there’s wine. But what about you? Why aren’t you in bed?’
Suddenly, you felt a little flirtatious. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, you didn’t seem to mind.
Taking a sip of your wine, you waited for his response. Thinking of a million things all at once. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.
'Alcohol makes everything better. 😉
I can’t sleep. My name is Jensen by the way.’
And just like that, you two were texting back and forth for what seemed like forever.
You talked about work and movies and basically everything you could think of. You also talked about your job and the fact that you were a fan of his show. Even when you were done with the bath and now snuggled up in bed.
Somehow, you were both feeling something between you two. Feeling a pull that made you want to keep the conversation going even though you two had only talked this one time. Like two close friends catching up.
But then you saw the time, and suddenly were brought back to reality. You couldn’t believe you were texting him for three hours straight!
'Damn, it’s super late!’ You texted Jensen.
'Didn’t know we were talking for that long. Lol. Guess that happens when you’re having fun. 😉’
You felt your stomach flutter. Giving you a warm sensation throughout your body.
'Well, I better get some sleep. Have another long day tomorrow.’
Once you sent that text, you were a bit bummed. Not wanting it to end, but you were fighting your eyes to stay open.
'Hey…there’s something I want to ask you before you go.’ He replied.
You were a bit hesitant, but curious.
Those three dots appeared on the screen, making you hold your breath with anticipation.
'Can you send a selfie? Want to put a face to the legs. Lol’
And just like that, you felt nervous. Nauseas even. You were always insecure, but having Jensen ask for a picture, especially without makeup, you were scared.
Scared of what he might think. Or say.
'Please?’ You received another text.
You let out a sigh, and caved. Holding the blanket close to you, you snapped a quick selfie. The flash from your phone, made your eyes glossy. You were laying on your side, with your hair laid across your pillow and a soft smile that seemed shy yet inviting. But you sent the picture before you could even talk yourself out of it.
Three dots on the screen, came and gone. Suddenly you panicked.
Maybe he didn’t like the picture? Or maybe he didn’t think you were pretty? Whatever it was, you were now regretting ever sending him the picture.
Wishing you never even sent the first text to begin with.
You locked your phone and closed your eyes, wincing at the thoughts of what you imagined was going through his head.
Until your phone vibrated.
'Fuck, you’re beautiful.’
Your lips curved into a cheeky grin, and a squeal escaped from you.
Though you wanted to keep talking, you also wanted to play it cool.
'Well I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun.’
'Me too. I haven’t had that much fun talking to anyone in a long time. So thank you.’
'Good night, Jensen.’
'Good night, sweet heart. Hopefully next time we will talk on the phone instead of this texting crap. I hate texting. lol.’
Your smile felt like it curved even more. But you were sure it wasn’t even possible. Jensen Ackles wanted to talk to you again. But this time, you would hear his deep, rough voice. It made your stomach flutter from just the thought.
'Lol, maybe. If you’re lucky 😉 now go to sleep Mr. Ackles. It’s passed your bed time.’