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luxekook · 4 years

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the golden boy | jjk

» pairing: phys. ed. teacher!jk x biology teacher!reader » genre: enemies to lovers, smut » summary: the new physical education teacher insulted you the moment you met him, and you’ve given him hell ever since. if only you didn’t think that he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen and that he was so much fun to play with. » word count: 2.5k » warnings: 18+, cursing, switch!jk, dom!reader, jk says something dumb, sexism, reader is a bad bish, jungkook is whipped, declarations of ownership from kook lol, smut (slight noona kink, oral (f receiving), biting, hair pulling)

» request: @jeonstime said: JUNGKOOK + COCKTAIL PLZ

as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

“And this is Dr. (Y/l/n), the head of our science department and biology teacher. You’ll be working closely with her to create the Sexual Education curriculum,” Principal Kim introduces you to the newly hired P.E. teacher. “(Y/n), this is Jeon Jungkook.”

You nod at this new arrival, extending your palm towards him. Jungkook is attractive as hell, if you’re being honest with yourself. Your eyes flick over the lean muscle of his body and the wide-eyed beauty of his face. It’s too bad you are swearing off men for the time being after a particularly bad first date last week.

“I thought you would be a dude,” He mumbles after a long pause, looking you over in confusion. Your nostrils flare as you rescind your hand before Jungkook can even move to shake it.

“And why is that?” You fold your arms in front of your chest. You have faced incredulity before from a plethora of men - and women - about your chosen career path. Most women and minority groups in STEM fields have. It is part of the reason why you have forgone the route of lab work like a number of your fellow doctoral graduates in favor of high school education. You want your young students to feel empowered to become epidemiologists and astronauts and brain surgeons no matter their gender, their race, their sexual orientation.

And you want to eradicate the exact kind of reaction that Jungkook is giving you. Your glare is ice cold and absolute as you pin it on him. Kim Namjoon, your principal, is facepalming from beside this new boy and is looking at you with pleading eyes to diffuse the situation. But, fuck that noise.

“I-I don’t know?” Jungkook finally blurts out, running a strong hand through his mess of chocolate brown hair, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” His cheeks are flushed prettily, and you almost cave. You almost assure this Jungkook that his remark is nothing new. You almost begin to picture tugging him into the hidden closet on the third floor and— You cut off that train of thought.

“That’s Dr. (Y/l/n) to you, Mr. Jeon,” You turn to leave, pausing briefly to look at the duo of men over your shoulder, “Welcome to Bangtan High School.” With that, you stalk down the corridor. Your heels clicking emphatically as you leave the infuriatingly handsome and ignorant new hire in your dust.

You miss the longing sigh and the heart eyes that Jungkook sends after you. You miss Namjoon placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and saying, “You royally fucked up, kid.” And you miss the way Jungkook scrunches his nose and pouts forlornly, “I know…”

The beginning of the school year arrives the following week. On the first day, you make sure to pick an impeccable first day outfit that screams ‘I’m a fucking badass bitch, and I will end sexism as we know it’. Of course, it’s an impossible task for any outfit to achieve, but your knee length black dress and black Louboutin heels come pretty damn close.

When you enter the doors of the high school at 6:30am, you look ready to kill. And when you lay eyes on Jeon Jungkook exiting the teacher’s lounge with a steaming hot mug of coffee looking like a snack, you think you just might. As soon as you start down the hallway towards him, Jungkook looks up at you and subsequently chokes.

You smirk, maybe you wouldn't have to get your hands dirty after all. “Morning, Jeon,” You sashay past him to enter the lounge he just exited. Unfortunately, he follows.

“G-good morning, Dr. (Y/l/n),” Jungkook says softly from your side as you prepare your own cup of caffeinated bliss, “I wanted to apologize for last week.”

You face him, eyebrows raised as you wait for him to continue. He blushes under your undivided attention and mumbles, “I’m really sorry. I realize that I sounded like a complete sexist asshole, and that isn’t me. I hope we can start over?”

God, he’s giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. His curls are in complete disarray once again with one falling just so perfectly over his forehead. It’s honestly unfair that he looks this good at this infernal hour. Just for that alone, you let him sweat for a few more minutes as you turn back to finish making your coffee.

Finally, you address him, “Apology accepted.” He smiles widely, his eyes gleaming, and he opens his mouth to say something. You can’t have that. You place a finger over his plush lips and move closer to him, “But let me just say this. If you ever, ever say something like that in front of my kids, I will end you.” You grin wickedly up at him as you try to ignore just how good his lips feel under your finger and how much better they would feel on your—

“Good morning, Jungkook! Good morning, (Y/n)!” Vice Principal Kim Seokjin scurries into the teacher’s lounge somehow looking like he just woke up and stepped off the runway at New York Fashion Week simultaneously. “Happy first day of school!”

You pull your hand away from Jungkook’s mouth, grab your coffee, and head towards the door. “Back at you, Jin. Bye, Jeon,” You kick open the door with your heel and shoot them a small smile on your way out.

You miss the way that Jungkook adjusts himself in his low slung track pants. You miss the way Jin shakes his head amusedly after your departure and tells Jungkook, “That one’s a hurricane wrapped in a deceivingly cute package.” And you miss the way Jungkook nods absentmindedly as he licks his lips, ideas forming in his head…

The first weeks of school always fly by for you with new faces to learn, new courses to prepare, new material to deliver. You love every minute that you spent with your students.

But, you hate every last second that you spend hearing about the amazing new P.E. teacher and how handsome and sweet he is. It seems that everyone, aside from you, is completely whipped for Jungkook. Even your own students bring him up in your classroom, telling you about the new physical fitness regimen he has them on and raving about how cute he is.

Don’t even get you started on how much you despise seeing Jungkook in the hallways, in the teacher’s lounge, in the cafeteria. He seems to be everywhere you go, almost as if he tracks your location. He even pops his head into your classroom during your free period to say a shy, soft ‘hello, Dr. (Y/l/n)’ that sends you into a feral state each time.

Fuck, what is it about him that makes you go insane? One day last week you had even walked past the gym and had stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. It had been a whole lot of abs and a whole lot more fuel for your fantasies.

It absolutely doesn’t help that you constantly catch him staring at you - your body, your legs, your mouth. You had even overheard him ranting to the media teacher Kim Taehyung about how sexy you are when you ignore him, how he wants you to like him, how he longs to please you.

You are at the absolute end of your tether - especially because you and Jungkook are supposed to begin constructing the Sex Ed. curriculum together soon. Just the thought of discussing anything sexual with the boy gives you way too many dirty ideas. You decide that you might as well just rip the bandaid off so to speak, and so the next time you spot that curly head of his wandering past your classroom after school, you gesture for him to come in with your pointer finger.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he stumbles into your classroom. “Shut the door, please,” You say, getting up from your desk chair.

“Am I in trouble?” He jokes as he follows your orders. You glare at the tempting expanse of his back, his tapered waist, his tight ass.

And so you cannot resist teasing him. “Hm, do you want to be in trouble with me, Jeon?” You smirk at him as he faces you once again, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Maybe,” Jungkook mumbles. He fiddles with one of the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit no doubt.

You slowly walk towards him, your hips swaying. Stopping inches away from him, you grab his hand to stop his movements, “You’re a restless little boy, aren’t you?” You flip his palm over and place your hand in his, reveling in the size difference.

“W-what are you doing, Dr. (Y/l/n)?” Jungkook looks at you like he isn’t sure if he should run or kneel at your feet. You hope you can convince him to choose the latter.

You shift closer to him still and bring your mouth to his ear, “I’m playing with you, Jungkook.”

A whine bubbles up from his throat, “Say my name again. Please. I’ll do anything.”

You drop his hand and step away from him. Moving back to your desk, you prop yourself up on it and cross your legs. Your pencil skirt rides up just enough to show the garters of your tights. Jungkook chokes. You grin.

“I know you will, Jeon,” You continue to smile as he scowls at the use of his last name, “I heard what you said to Tae. You want to please me?”

Rather than be embarrassed like you thought, Jungkook swiftly approaches you and sinks to your feet. How divine. He gazes up at you with a mix of lust and hope, “Yes, more than anything, Dr. (Y/l/n).”

You slowly uncross your legs, giving him a glimpse of the lace that lies underneath your skirt. “Call me (y/n).”

His eyes widen further than you thought possible as he nibbles on his lip, “O-okay, (y/n).”

“Good boy,” You purr, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. Jungkook leans into your touch, sighing.

Hesitantly, he looks up at you, his pupils blown out, “Can I touch you, (y/n)?”

“I suppose,” The words barely pass your lips before his hands are on you. His touch is tentative at first, running his hands slowly up your calves. He surprises you by placing a soft kiss to the inside of your knee, and for once you’re mad at yourself for wearing your favorite garter set.

His touch becomes more assured as he moves higher, his fingers digging into your thighs, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher. And before he can move his fingers over your panties, you tug his head back with your hand tangled in his hair.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me there, Jungkook,” You frown, feigning disappointment.

His pout is fierce in response, “But, (y/n), you’re so wet. You smell so good. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come. I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Please.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, “I can just call someone else who I already know will make me come hard.”

Jungkook bites your inner thigh, and you moan before you can stop yourself.

“You’re mine,” He glares up at you, “You’re my scary smart noona. Your orgasms belong to me.”

You push him backwards by placing the sole of your heel on his forehead, “And when was this decided? And why was I not consulted?”

“It was decided as soon as you looked at me,” Jungkook says like that should have been common knowledge, “And I didn’t tell you because I thought you would reject me.”

“And you don’t think I’ll still reject you?” You arch an eyebrow.

“No,” Jungkook grins, his hand coming up to grab your ankle, “I think you like me.” He tugs your leg over his shoulder, bringing you closer to him. His gaze flicks between your pussy and your eyes.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re so infuriating. I can’t understand why I like you, but I do. Despite your terrible first impression, your annoyingly cute ass has gotten my attention.”

Jungkook’s grin is blinding, “So you do like me!”

“Against my better judgement,” You sigh, your lips twitching as you can’t help but stare fondly down at the smiling boy between your legs. “Now, are you going to please me, baby? Or just stare?”

Jungkook lunges forward, hitching your thigh further over his shoulder and pushing your underwear to the side. Barely pausing to breathe, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You hum in pleasure, and Jungkook pauses to grin up at you.

“So responsive, noona,” The honorific rolling off his tongue, “And you taste so delicious. You’re so wet for me—”

You groan, “Jungkook, for the love of god, shut up and make me come.”

Jungkook sends you one last shit-eating grin before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His mouth finally returns to your clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.

Your hand once again winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy.

The sight of the boy you’ve lusted after and slightly hated for so long being tongue deep in your pussy practically pushes you over the edge already. God, why hadn’t you done this sooner? You think to yourself as Jungkook brings his fingers up to your folds and parts them.

His tongue sinks into you, your hips buck slightly against his face. His other hand comes around to steady you - and to grab your ass. Jungkook’s tongue flicks in and out of you, and you feel the heat building up.

“Jungkook,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, the rings cool to the touch as they brush your walls. You come with a gasp. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm.

He licks up everything you give him, and when you gently push him off you, he licks his fingers clean. “Well?” Jungkook leans back on his heels, “Are you going to need to call anyone else after I made you come like that?”

“That depends,” You laugh, “Are you going to keep making me come like that?”

Jungkook nods, his gaze dead serious as he says, “(Y/n), noona, you’re never getting rid of me after that.”

“Oh my,” You tease, “Whatever did I get myself into?”

And his answering smile is breathtaking.

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anarmorofwords · 3 years

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I kinda wanna write a better version of tlh where Tatiana is still insane but there's no Belial bc that makes zero sense to me

In this version there would be:

Kamanna done correctly with actual genderqueer rep and not toxic relationships

Barbra and Oliver bc fight me she didn't die

Genie and Filomena bc I love them and all the lightwoods are queer

The gracelet doesn't even happen bc I refuse to write that

Grace is pretty much still the same but she breaks off their(hers and james') relationship bc she notices that he loves Cordelia

No bad James. He's not a shitty person to Alastair, and he doesn't treat Cordelia like a sex object

Anna puts a stop to Kellington and Matthew's relationship before it gets serious. She also tries to get him to stop drinking all the time

Alastair apologizes around seeing them again for the first time. The merry thieves are a little reluctant because of some of the things he did but they don't actively try to keep him away from events that they're at

Matthew notices how Alastair looks at Thomas and locks them in the sanctuary with Genie and Cordelia's help

Grace gets badly injured due to a mistake in necromancy and Christopher helps her treat it without letting people know

Lucie meets Jesse, and falls in love ofc, so in order to bring him back successfully she asks Malcolm to train her in using her magic

Matthew opens up to his mom about the incident. She doesn't blame him at all and instead apologizes for often putting her work before him

Matthew finds out about Charles and Alastair because he found Alastairxs break up letter to Charles

Matthew, the mother hen he is, decided to attempt to murder his older brother, only being stopped by James who had been there at the right time

Kamala ends things with Charles and tells Anna that she still loves them and hopes that she will give her another chance

Anna told her that they needed time to think, and that she is worried how Kamala's reputation will be affected if anyone besides their friends and Anna's family finds out

Kamala respects her decision and doesn't contact her until Anna's ready to talk about things

The merry thieves don't ignore Christopher and they actively listen and help him

The merry thieves also aren't terrible to Grace bc they realize she's been isolated alone with Tatiana and 1) she might not understand what's saying/doing is wrong or 2) that sometimes she's trying to push them away so her abilities don't accidentally make them do something

Good tid parents

James and Alastair being respectful to each other despite personal differences

Matthew, Alastair, Kamala, Christopher, and Grace being besties, or as I call them, the neglected squad

No fetishizing mlm/wlw

Domestic cuddles and taking care of the other one when they're sick

Jesse/Lucie/Matthew pairing bc I love them and I refuse to pick between lucie/matthew and lucie/jesse

Christopher teaching Grace the elements(at the time) on the periodic table

Tatiana dies at the end yay

It's very unpolished and I'm open to b hearing any feedback and/or suggestions that anyone may have

The idea came to me and I decided it would be best if I told someone before I forgot

hi, I'm sorry it took so long,but I wanted to properly answer this and I keep having either internet connection issues or little time

DON'T BE SHY, WRITE THIS 👀

In all seriousness tho... THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION?!? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START I AM UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA, I NEED IT

Look, I've been on the verge of rewriting ChoI, and I keep saying I want someone to write a TLH that will live up to its potential, but I've never actually came up with a proper idea for it, and you?!! YOUR BRAIN DARLING THIS IS GENIUS

ok hold up I'll just react to each and every single one so

yes please?!? I mean it started off so sweet in EEV?! Also actually genderqueer Anna and not dancing around the subject like CC is doing now?! That's what they deserve, and that's what we all deserve too

yesss please. also just,,,, Barbara, the feminine, not-wanting-to-fight-which-doesnt-make-her-less-badass queen that she is, getting the page space and appreciation she deserves

that's actually brilliant?!? it would be so great, just imagine the new girl arrives for her travel year and Genie is completely awestruck. I'm so invested in Joshwood it's difficult to imagine not having them, but this is actually the only valid alternative?!

ok that's fine. I think it could still happen and be done well, but tbh for now... the gracelet doesn't seem to have done anything relevant to the plot itself? I mean yeah it messed up James's life and Jordelia, but what did it give Belial? Tatiana? nothing. It makes no sense atm.

could be! maybe she's still encouraged by Tatiana to befriend/seduce him, but without the gracelet it doesn't work out? or maybe James somehow manages to realize that she's in danger and he actually like,,,, kidnaps her? idk idk

yes. YES. just,,,,z James is a sweet compassionate literature nerd who accidentally makes a good leader and he actually cares about people, and not just judges them from his high horse; he does still have hero syndrome, but he's kind and respectful and overall a good character

ANNA INTERVENES ABOUT KELLINGTON PLZ. PEOPLE ACTUALLY NOTICE MATTHEW'S STRUGGLES. JAMES DOES, TOO, BECAUSE THERE'S NO GRACELET.

ok yes, so what about: basically TMT don't harass Alastair and accept his apology, and realize they were also being stupid and mean at times at the Academy (especially Math). Matthew doesn't want to accept Alastair's apology, because of The Sin, but his behaviour alerts the rest of TMT and they inquire what's wrong and he tells them about the sin and that's how he later tells his parents (because his friends encourage him) and as you say, she just hugs him and reassures him it's not his fault; so after that Matthew slowly begins to heal and accepts it wasn't Alastair's fault, and also since they've kind of adopted/started including Alastair in things, he can't help but notice he's actually changed and he even starts to grow fond of him

then like you said, Matthew notices Thomas likes Alastair PLEASE HE SO WOULD. I'm not sure about the Sanctuary, if it actually happens (I'll get to why later on), but him and Lucie get really invested in the matchmaking schemes, they include Genie/Kamala because these two are friends with Alastair (both? Or at this point only Kamala?) but they also share some Moments during their scheming/talking about love 👀 (yes I'm a Fairdale shipper, I think it's time to expose myself lol)

Which leads me to (sorry I'm going off order rn) YES YES YES LUCIE AND MATH PLEASE. A FELLOW SHIPPER, HELLO, NICE TO MEET YOU. But since we're actually fixing him then we can give Jesse a personality and I'm totally down for poly Math/Lucie/Jesse

Lucie seeking Malcolm's help in secret, morally gray heroine style?!? no, it's probably not legal. but also has there ever been a Shadowhunter like her? If the Law doesn't expect such situations, it can't really forbid them...

Plz Matthew ready to strangle the carrot when he learns about their relationship, YES. sure, maybe he's still not the biggest fan of Alastair, but he's seen how much the boy's been through and starts to develop an attachment to him, and besides, NO ONE DESERVES TO BE GROOMED AND TREATED LIKE THAT. He's SO MAD at Charles, and he confronts him about it - remembering Kellington as he does, and it makes him sick to think his brother would do the same thing to someone. Maybe he gets very emotional over this and later finally tells his friends about Kellington? Maybe they didn't know before, only Anna did? So when they all realize what was happening then they comfort him etc? Or maybe it's just Alastair that learns now, and the others knew before, and they share a bonding moment over that?

Injured Grace seeking Kit's help is a genius idea I didn't know I needed

Kamanna giving each other time and space and deciding they need to question their relationship and figure out if it actually makes sense would be great. Anna realising she's very privileged and Kamala doesn't have those same opportunities, and also in general realising coming out should never be pressured or forced. Just,,,, Anna being self-aware and respectful towards Kamala. Well-written Anna. Plz. Also Kamanna is actually developed and not just "in love" because,,,,, they're attracted to each other? Maybe even remaining friends while Anna makes up their mind?

yeah just TMT being more compassionate and less judgy because they're not written by Judith so her bias isn't projected onto them

It's not a want, it's a need. They adopt Alastair and Grace eventually. Like, maybe not literally - although, Grace? - but you know what I mean.

I think they all should just have various friendship dynamics and switch between them, because people need more than one friend group

no fetishizing, no watching your brother make out with his lover, yessss

yes domestic cuddles, affection, taking care of wounds, all those things. plz.

Gracetopher bonding over science yes

obviously. or maybe she's imprisoned?!

ok, now for some more notes/my ideas etc., if you don't mind:

I actually think Belial could still be featured? After all, I don't think Tatiana could do much on her own, and since she seeks help from demons, it makes sense to include a Greater Demon as well. But Belial would have to be a stronger villain, written better; I'll think more about this

if that was the case, the serial killer plot could still happen, but be done better. and it would allow for a scenario I talked about with @littlx-songbxrd to happen, where it's Alastair who's falsely accused of murder. It creates a great opportunity to explore some things, because we know Alastair is much more likely to be seriously suspected, considering all the prejudices and bad rep his family has and all that

...what do you say to well-written Jordelia? 👀 Cordelia hasn't been obsessively in love with James since childhood, she only had a crush then. And now that they meet again, she's fond of him but not in love, not straight away. They're both grown up, and different people, but as they spend more and more time together, they fall in love. What if Cordelia gets to flirt with some other boys first? What then. What if she ends up choosing James, instead of going for the only boy she's ever had feelings for and idealized since childhood. What if we even make it friends-to-lovers and have James be a little jealous at some point?! but not in a possessive awful way, just "oh damn oh no"

Now I won't know peace until this exists BUT THANK YOU

#ask answered #thank you this is brilliant #alt tlh #save for later #the last hours #tlh #anti cc #yes I'll be adding/thinking more about this I AM OBSESSED

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wtfevenismypage · 4 years

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Observer Not Profiler PT.3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: You’re similar to a profiler, but you can tell almost anything about a person just from a single glance. What they had for dinner, if they took a bath or shower, their name, favorite color, if they lie, even if they’re good in bed. You’ve been running from the government ever since you got caught hacking into their systems and since then you have been diagnosed with Extreme anxiety, anxious tics, and paranoia. But now the BAU need you’re help in Identifying killers.

Warnings: maybe a curse word or two, mentions of death, anxious/nervous ticking, tic attacks

A/N: Hey all! Here’s part 3! Remember that requests are open! So is the taglist, however I may be closing the taglist in a few weeks! thank you for reading!

You never knew you were scared of being on private jets until Dr. Spencer Reid rolled along.

“Statistically, Private jets crash more so than commercial planes do. The rate is commonly expressed as the number of accidents per 100,000 flight hours. The accident and fatal-accident rates declined again in 2015. In fact, the fatal-accident rate fell below one to 0.84, meaning there was less than one fatal crash per 100,000 flight hours.”

You think he was trying to make you feel better, but it only made you even more terrified.

“I would like to join the Bureau!”

Emily smiles happily, she knew that getting to know you would be a blast, and your people reading skills would come in major handy.

“That’s wonderful!”

Garcia yells out before wrapping her arms around you, it makes you freeze at first, but the hesitation wears off and you hug her back before shaking hands with everyone else.

When you shake Dr. Reid’s hand, you linger for a second, barely a second, before shaking hands with Hotch.

“This is going to be difficult, you’ll need training.”

You nod, shaking his calloused hand firmly.

“Of course sir, I’m willing to go through all of the training in the world for this.”

He smiles, but barely, only noticeable if you were looking (which you are) and you feel ecstatic at the small gesture.

“Well, we have a jet to catch, so let’s hurry up. wheel’s up in thirty.”

The first few weeks of training were intense, you were physically trained by Morgan, he got you into shape and gifted you with a subtle six pack that you could see if you squinted hard enough.

Hotch trained you to handle a gun, which you kind of sucked at. Every time you shot it, you jumped five feet in the air and had a mini panic attack, which Hotch had to help you out with.

Emily, Rossi, and JJ made you into a pretty damn good interrogator, which made you smile every time they complimented you.

You were shocked when you learned that you actually did need lessons in profiling, you needed to learn certain behaviors at crime scenes when you couldn’t see the unsub. Reid helped you in that regard. He also told you all sorts of fun facts, which you happily listened to, you loved learning new things and you would even insist upon hearing the facts sometimes.

You and Penelope had races against each other to see who could get into what faster, so far you two were tied.

Today is the day though, your first day as an official member of the team. Surprisingly, you still couldn’t say the word profiler without spiraling, and you’ve been having anxious tic attacks all night and all morning.

As you walk into the doors to the big office in the early early morning, your wrists slam together twice, making you wince and rub them, feeling the bruises from last night scream in rage.

“I’ve gotta learn to stop that...”

You realize you’re the first in the office, so you just take a quick seat to try and ground yourself, but it instead spirals into a tic attack as you take in what’s finally happening after all of these long and torturous years.

“Y/L/N. You alright?”

You turn to the cold voice, seeing Hotch standing at the top of the stairs. You thought you were alone, you hoped you were, but if anyone was going to be at the office, you weren’t surprised it was Hotch.

“Oh, sorry sir, I’m just having first day nerves! I feel like I’m back in middle school...”

He flashes you an understanding half-smile, walking up to you and patting your shoulder.

“Don’t worry too much, everyone here is already obsessed with you, you’ll fit right in.”

You smile, trying to act like you were okay,but when your fist harshly collides with the side of your head, you sigh and clutch the now bruised spot.

“Well, the others should be here soon, your desk is right there, next to Reid’s.”

You couldn’t stop the pink heat that bum-rushed it’s way onto your cheeks, trying to avoid Hotch seeing by moving to your new desk an sitting down, subconsciously clapping your palm against the desk.

“Wowie. I’m all official and everything huh?”

You smirk before the door clicks open, people beginning to enter the once-empty office space and making your nerves go through the roof once again.

That is, until Derek and Reid walk in with Garcia chatting about something random with Emily laughing at her.

“Hey Y/L/N! How’s the day so far?”

Derek asks, sitting on your desk. You immediately swat him off with a fake pout painted across your lips.

“Hey, I just got this space, I’ll be d-damned if I let some-some sweaty man sit on it.”

They didn’t miss your nervous stuttering, but in the short time the team had known you, they knew you hated when your tics were the center of attention, so they simply gave sad smiles and moved on.

“We have a new case, Y/L/N, I’ll give you a moment to adjust, round table in ten.”

Hotch walks away, back to his office before Garcia plops down on your desk. Derek notices how you don’t shoo her off and throws a whole fit.

“So you kick me off but not Penelope?”

“Is Garcia a-a sweaty m-man? I don-don’t think so!”

You all laugh before they sit down, Reid sitting next to you and logging into his computer before setting his stuff down.

“You ready for your first case?”

Reid asks, you shrug in response, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“I g-guess we’ll find-find out.”

Your wrists slam together again, making you hiss in pain a bit, Reid looks concerned and takes one of your wrists in his hand, gently brushing one of his long, slender fingers over your bruised nerves.

“Well a better question, are these going to heal correctly?”

He asked with a sudden seriousness that you didn’t particularly enjoy.

“Well I don’t know Mr. Genius, why don’t you tell me?”

He looks up at your sarcastic words and smiles a bit, cheeks being brushed with a bit of red as he answers.

“Well they won’t heal properly with your tics, if anything they could get worse, the veins in your wrists will actually get really damaged and it could affect your entire nervous system, you might want to get it-”

“Spencer, as much as I love listening to your rants, and I do, I don’t love listening to the ones about my health being in danger.”

He smiles and discontinues the topic, letting you take your wrists out of his gentle grip and returning to your computer.

“Alright everyone, let’s get to the round table.”

Throughout the entire case, you stick close with Reid, he made you feel safer than the others somehow. He didn’t say anything about you being with him the entire time, he just accepted the helpful points you gave him.

One night, you two were up all night trying to find a connection, laying out on top of a desk, listening to Mozart (he insisted) and trying to make a connection between the victims.

You had gotten so excited when you finally made a connection you started jumping up and down with Spencer, holding his hands happily as he joined your silly theatrics.

He seemed to be the only person that can relax your anxiety, even just standing around him helped slow your tics. You didn’t know why he relaxed you, he just did.

On the jet back to the BAU, the two of you shared earbuds to listen to classical music, you had left your headphones back in Oregon so Spencer offered his left earbud.

Even back at the offices when you were working with Penelope, he brought you green tea, telling you it would still keep you awake but it wouldn’t make you as jittery or paranoid as coffee would.

As soon as he left, Garcia started looking at you weird, giving you googly eyes.

“What?”

“You like him don’t you!?”

Your jaw drops, eyebrows furrowing down, your cheeks get all rosy. No way! You didn’t like him like that, you just enjoyed his company.

“No I don’t! You’re finally going crazy huh?”

“You totally do! You’re getting all blushy and everything!”

“I don’t like him like that! I’ve never liked anyone like that, why would it start now huh? It wouldn’t. I don’t like him.”

She gives you a doubtful look, but drops it, letting you spin around to another computer while sipping on your freshly hot green tea.

The next day, you take the elevator up with Spencer, Derek, and JJ, JJ and Derek were talking about some show, while you listened to Spencer ramble about how unrealistic the show was.

“But Spencer, Dr. Who isn’t very realistic, but you still love it don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but I’m immediately biased to Dr. Who for my love of it, with any other movie or show, I don’t hesitate to point out faults.”

You chuckle at that, Spencer’s passion for Dr. Who was unmatched for anyone else’s love for any show. It’s insane.

“Okay before pretty boy goes on about Dr. Who for hours, let’s escape.”

The doors open, allowing you and the other team members to walk in. Your desk was still fairly empty, not even a plant there to accompany your computer, you were still holding onto your runaway life, whether you admit it or not.

“Y/L/N, I need to talk to you. My office now.”

“What was that about?”

Panic bubbles to your chest, Hotch’s tone was too assertive, too aggresive. It was scary.

“I don’t know...”

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olympeparpaing · 3 years

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Ok so i have a couple of headcannons about the psychonauts world so im gonna share them ig

I copy pasted it from my notes so I hope it won’t sound too bad

Tw for a little bit of ableism and some spoilers for psychonaut and Psychonauts in the Rhombus of Ruin

Im probably very wrong but i FEEL like psychic abilities could be some kinda metaphor for neurodivergence (or at least it could be considered some kind of neurodivergence in the pn universe)

(Spoilers for Psychonauts in the Rhombus of Ruin but) when Loboto’s parents found out that he was psychic they basically freaked out and started to consider him as something other than human. And then when they tried to «cure» him his dads colleagues recommended lobotomy, Wich they accepted regardless of if it’ll hurt him or not.

Considering this my headcanon is that lobotomy was often recommended to parents as a «cure» for psychic powers. But it probably became either less current or maybe even illegal (and was probably replaced by things like the Whispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp) because people probably realized that it was a horrible thing to do (just like with real lobotomy).

Other theory but maybe people who got lobotomized could be more likely to go insane (like what happened to dr Loboto), Wich could be another reason as to why people stopped doing it.

And there’s also the whole speech oleander wrote on the camp’s pamphlet that could imply that psychics are considered as outcasts or like monsters or whatever but I forgot what it exactly said and im too lazy to look it up

Also (spoilers for Psychonauts 1) maybe some of the names that Raz’s evil dad called psychics in the meat circus COULD be considered some kind of slur towards them (like "mentalists" or something like that)

Speaking of raz I have somewhat of a headcanon as to why he imagined his dad saying all that stuff :

1. Since he was young he had people insulting him bc he was a psychic.

2. He THOUGHT that his dad hated psychics (cuz of the whole curse thing)

3. His mind connected the dots and started to think that his father would say all that stuff behind his back (Wich he doesn’t of course)

Plz tell me if im wrong or if I missed sumthing or if something isnt clear enough

#psychonauts #razputin aquato #dr loboto #caligosto loboto #poor fuckin dude #like damn he didn’t deserve that much shit #also maybe ill ramble about that stuff more cuz i think it’s interesting but idk #and i hope they’ll explore that kinda stuff in the second game

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iaintyourbro · 4 years

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Let’s Talk About... On the Way to a Smile: Case of Tifa and The Kids are Alright: A Turks Side Story

Yes, I couldn’t sleep... again. I’ve gotten good at staying up two days at a time. Then sleeping and going back to it. I suppose it’s the quarantine... Which is only going to get worse it seems...

In any case, I finally got to read Case of Tifa... and... if you came out of that thinking they weren’t a thing... I don’t know what to tell you. I honestly went in to it expecting it to seem very ambiguous and very non-Cloti (in a sense).

What struck me, first of all is the amount of guilt Tifa talks about having. Tifa seems to be just as bad as Cloud is, she just deals with it differently. Oddly enough, Cloud doesn’t show that much guilt immediately. Tifa is the one who is struggling with this major guilt initially.

So let’s start with some screenshots (pictures?) I took of excerpts I found interesting. Some I’m sure you’ve seen before.

Here we have Tifa talking about the guilt. She also feels insanely guilty for what happened to not only Aerith, but everything else that happened (Sector 7 Plate Drop/Avalanche). The other weird thing about this... and this is legit at the end of the OG... she almost is convincing herself that she should stay alive. I found a lot of sadness in that. And it’s not because of anything Cloud did. No... actually I think that’s what snaps her out of it.

Of course we have a smiling Cloud. You’re going to see Cloud smiles... a lot... and he laughs too, which I really hope they show him laughing because I don’t know what it sounds like...

I’m sure everyone has seen this. It’s the next page after Tifa calls Cloud out on his bright dork smile he’s giving. I mean he fucking says he has her. And that he knows what that means.

I... I don’t know how you can’t take this in a romantic sense. Maybe because the guy barely smiles so to me this is massive. Maybe because he had a hell of a time telling her anything down Under the Highwind. I don’t know. But this seems like something that’s profound to tell a person. That’s the end of that section (teases - perfect moment for a kiss).

I like the “What about you? Are you okay?” Strikes me as something we saw in Chapter 17 when you first get control of Tifa and Aerith, right? “What about you, Tifa? How are you doing?”

Tifa loses it, crying. Guilt, guilt, guilt. They talk more about Tifa’s guilt than they do Cloud’s guilt. Cloud comforts her here. Another profound thing at this point, but... we are seeing him do this in Remake already. The hug is the major one...

But things like when he grabs her from having a crate fall on her... he could have pulled her out of the way and let her go or pushed her (like Leslie does in the sewers). No, he holds on to her. She actually is the first one to let go here. (Look how cute they are PSPSPSPSPSPSPS)

So this whole part just cracks me up. For one, it shows that these three were busy doing stuff together and slept under the plate, even though it could collapse.

I HOPE WE GET A GODDAMN VISUAL OF THIS. Barret making happy Cloud and Tifa drinks? LAUGHING THEIR ASSES OFF?! Barret talking about his past?!

“The other two [Cloud and Tifa] couldn’t remember the last time they’d laughed so much.”

Let’s be real... probably when they were like 14 - maybe.

There’s also a part later down that I didn’t get where Barret makes fun of them for getting trashed during this night. I would kill to ALSO see that.

But... laughing, drunk Cloud? Laughing, drunk Tifa? Plz.

Happy... sounds like the correct term.

Now there are moments as time goes on - mainly after the bar is open - where Tifa thinks about once the bar gets ready, is Cloud going to leave...

This is where I think people take it as they’re nothing. Tifa I think just has a very hard time accepting that not everything is going to be taken away from her. The impression I got from reading this is it was all in her head. Cloud himself gave no indication that he wanted to leave. (The Geostigma catalyst is later)

And here’s why I said I got no feeling that Cloud wanted to leave. (Oh here’s more about Tifa’s guilt). Above this, Marlene says Cloud and Tifa can be her parents and the two look at each other. Cloud doesn’t look away. Cloud also says Awesome with conviction. Looks at Tifa almost to confirm it’s okay... but these two like to talk without words. I think he knew she was getting nervous, so this was his way of saying “See? I’m not going anywhere?”

Marlene gave him a nice little assist here so he didn’t have to say anything and Tifa didn’t have to ask.

Tifa, I think, was already going through her major guilt turmoil - she had an immediate reaction to it. I think she knew, deep down, that Cloud eventually WOULD have this problem, and when she sees the slip from Elmyra for the Forgotten City, I think she knew that was the catalyst.

“Stop worrying about what they were to each other.” I’ve seen a lot of jokes, mostly on Japanese Twitter posts, that Cloud assumed Tifa was his girlfriend. Like, he didn’t realize he needed to tell her that. I read a post about this somewhere too, that they got the impression Cloud (in the land of Cloud’s mind...) got was that Tifa was his girlfriend and knew this. I’m not sure if it’s because of Under the Highwind, I don’t know if it’s because he pulled the same shit on her and talked to her while she was sleeping. I have no idea.

To me, Cloud and Tifa don’t have to say they’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It seems kind of funny after all they’ve been through. They’re almost like extensions of each other at this point.

Okay so the above is from The Kids are Alright. Evan goes to see Tifa at the bar because he just saw Cloud and needs to get to Nibelheim. And Cloud tells him to talk to Tifa.

I have to laugh about this Evan staring at chest line... lololol

Let’s talk about how she describes Aerith. “Friend doesn’t do her justice.”

...Did Tifa have romantic feelings for Aerith? Probably not (though we’d all be fine with it because Aerti is adorable). @holysmotez Made a very good post about how Aerith can be seen more as a holy/religious figure. I think Tifa saying this really does enforce that with me as well.

Also this is the part where you find out there’s blackmail pictures of all three of them in the dresses: Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith.

But I marked an interesting one - “I’ll be fine. And I’ve got Cloud, too.” She sounded confident.

Now, I was blowing through this at this point. I will go back and do a normal reading of it, but after this, Kyrie and Evan go on a journey round the world it feels like. There’s Nibelheim talk. They talk about some of the people who were killed during the Reunion and are found at the northern crater.

And here is the end of The Kids are Alright.

Cloud tells Evan that they’re a family.

This is AT THE END OF AC when the church is being utilized as a way to heal folks. On thing that also seems odd... A lot of people were under the impression that Cloud disappeared for months... but it was like a week. Tifa blows him a kissy kissy at the end of the movie, then apparently walks up with him and the kids to see Evan and Kyrie - very family like.

I also did not get any jealousy vibes from Tifa and no I’m hiding this cuz Aerith feelings from Cloud.

The part where he tells her where he found Denzel felt more like he knew she was worried about him closing in on himself again (which he already was anyway), but her reaction didn’t come off as she felt jealous nor that she felt he was hiding it cuz feelings. She wanted to go cuz she wanted to go and be with him and maybe feel her friend (more than friend) there.

I got the same feeling as I did when he was taking extra jobs to get extra money for his bike. Like I should have told you I was there, and it wasn’t really planned. I think he was praying or whatever the equivalent would be. He was feeling guilty, going down a bad path... because he wasn’t just visiting the church in AC. He also was visiting Zack’s grave. I mean, he let the Buster Sword rust to hell out there. (Angeal knows what you did, Cloud.)

So here’s how I feel after reading this, and now I do think that Remake is setting this up better.

Aerith is the same type of person to Cloud and Tifa. They both feel the same way about her. She feels the same way about them. It’s different than a simple friendship, but it’s not romantic. Spiritual is a good way to describe this.

There is the part where Aerith says Cloud was more than a friend, for she had loved him. By itself I’d say holy shit, wow, Aerith had romantic feelings for Cloud. After reading the rest of this, thinking of the OG, AC, CC, and Remake - yes, she loved him - but not like she loved Zack - she loved Cloud as a special person, not in a romantic sense. I think she almost felt like she had to protect him, because in this same part when she says she loved him, she also says she knows he has almost a delicate heart, but also needed to find a way to warn him about the shit about to go down.

I think if you asked Aerith about Tifa, she’d say she loved Tifa too. I think OG didn’t do a good job of building up the Tifa and Aerith friendship to show exactly how important she really was to the whole thing, but time constraints, technology, whatever, a lot of games in the 90s suffered from this type of shit. Get the game out! We’ll figure out the rest later...

This also does not talk about Cloud’s feelings on Aerith. The only indicator we really get in this is that Cloud felt guilty that he could not protect Aerith.

My guess is he told Tifa this at one point, probably during one of the conversations that she needed his help to stay strong. That’s not romance. He felt obligated to protect her because he was supposed to be her bodyguard, but beyond that, he just protects people. He doesn’t have to be madly in love with them. There’s a difference in how he reacts to her death and Tifa’s simulated death. Cloud is able to function, fight Jenova, and carry her off to drop her off in the lake.

Tifa’s he completely starts to freak. We see what he does in Nibelheim and overtakes Sephiroth. I am not sure what would have happened if Sephiroth didn’t stab him and Tifa had died at that point... I really don’t know.

In any case, you should go read these novels too. The Kids are Alright has Kyrie and Leslie in it. Evan I’m sure we will see at some point soon.

Don’t be afraid to read them... I was because of shit information online, so I hope this puts you at ease.

Oh, Barret and Cid have a conversation about Cloud and Tifa being together too...

#cloti #cloud x tifa #ff7 spoilers #ff7r #ff7 on the way to a smile #case of tifa #tifa lockhart #the kids are alright a turks side story #cloud strife

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cherrytdatt · 4 years

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talk to me

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Request: Hiii can u write one with Tom. He’s been talking to the reader really flirty and invite her to the pub with the boys. He went to get drinks, the reader goes 5 mins later because he didn’t come back and sees him with a girl. Angst but fluff at the end plz Sorry for my bad English I’m from Argentina!

A/N: i loved your request! i changed it just a little bit, but it was the way my brain decided to work, sorry... 🥺 also i’m really bad at flirting so...i hope you like it.

Playlist: Linger - The Cranberries, Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis, Every Breath You Take - The Pollice

"Y/N!!!" Harrison screamed your name as soon as you walked into the pub. You shook your head, feeling your cheeks burn cause everyone looked at you. You waved at him and the others in his table and went to the bar to order a beer.

"Hey, guys," you said, seating on the free spot by Tom's side, and they all smiled and greeted you. "What are you guys talking about?"

"These idiots are arguing about something I don't care, so I was just drinking, waiting for you to have someone to talk to," Tom said, pointing to the other boys.

"Well, your agony it's over. I'm here now," you smiled. "Did you order any food?"

"Pizza for me. Burguer for you," he said.

"Did you order me food?" you asked, and he nodded. "How cute, thanks."

"So, how was your week?" he asked, stretching his arm behind your back.

"Awful. I had three exams, two papers, and I got into a fight with a co-worker," you told him. "I'm pretty sure this..." you motioned between you two. "Is the best thing that happened all week," you said.

"I'm happy I'm on the good side of your week," he smiled.

"What about you? What you've been doing?"

"Not much...just enjoying my days off while I can," he shrugged. "Hey... do you wanna hang out tomorrow? I'm running out of things to do," he asked with a smile.

"Sure, what do you wanna do?"

"Pizza and movies?" he offered, knowing you would never say no to that.

"No violent movies. No drama. No terror. And no Marvel movies," you said, laughing at his pout when you said 'no Marvel movies'. "I'll accept comedy or rom-com. Or anything with Saoirse," you listed.

"You're making this too hard," he said, still pouting.

"You can cancel," you quipped.

"Nah...it's a date," he winked at you.

You and Tom had been flirting for months now. In the beginning, soon after Harrison introduced you two, you thought that something could happen. After one month exchanging glances and hugs that lasted longer than they needed, you kind of gave up, thinking that must've been Tom's charm. But sometimes, like now, you couldn't avoid the thought and the feeling that his words could mean something more.

"Hey, I'm heading to the bar. Do you want something?" he asked.

"Another beer, please," you said, swinging your empty bottle. You got up, so he could go to the bar.

"So... you two?" Harrison asked once Tom was far enough not to hear you.

"What?" you asked, confused.

"When are you two gonna stop being idiots and hook up?"

"I don't know what are you talking about. We're just friends," you lied.

"Sure, and he didn't invite you to spend the day with him tomorrow, knowing that I'm gonna be out with friends, Tuwaine will go see his family, and Harry has a gig in town?" Harrison said, with a malicious smile in his face. "It will be just you two," he added like you didn't have enough information.

"I hang out with you all the time," you argued.

"Yeah...but I never called it a date," he said.

"You're being idiot, and I'm going to the bathroom cause I don't wanna talk about this anymore," you said, leaving the table.

You didn't wanna think about what Harrison said. Sure he wasn't totally wrong, but thinking about Tom like more than friends was stupid, because he was Tom. Cute, charming, kind, good-looking, and insanely hot Tom, and you were you. Cute but awkward, and lazy you. So, it was useless to keep nurturing this idea of you two possibly being together.

And what you saw next just confirmed that. Tom Holland, using all his charm and beauty, on a model-like girl. "Fuck," you mumbled to yourself, feeling your chest tightening, and your mouth getting dryer. He brushed her arm, letting his hand on her elbow after. Suddenly you couldn't hear anything besides your heart beating, and a buzz, that you didn't know where was coming from. "Fuckfuckfuck," you repeated, going back to the table.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harrison's voice was pure noise.

"I have to go," you said, passing by him.

"What happened?" he went after you.

"I just need to go," you said, still walking.

"Y/N! Talk to me!" he grabbed your arm, stopping you. Your eyes glanced at the bar, where the scene kept happening. Harrison followed your eyes, seeing his best friend flirting with a girl in the bar. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, hugging you.

"I don't know why I'm acting like this," you let out a humorless chuckle.

"It's okay," he said, stroking your hair. "Let me take you home, okay?" he asked.

"No, I don't wanna ruin your night. I just..." you were feeling your entire body hurt, and you didn't even understand why.

"You're not ruining my night. I'm tired anyway. Let's go home and watch a movie, okay?" he offered with a smile.

"Harrison..." you started.

"I won't accept no as an answer," he said. "Just wait for me outside," he ran his hands up and down your arms, and you nodded.

You walked out of the pub, not looking back. To be honest, you didn't know why you were feeling so bad. You and Tom never had anything, and you told yourself countless times that nothing was going on between you two. Why you were feeling like you had your heart broken, then?

"Hey, guys. I'm leaving," Harrison announced to the boys.

"Where are you going? Where's Y/N?" Tom asked, going back to the table. All the other boys were confused too.

“Is she okay?” Sam asked.

“She was looking sick when she went out,” Harry said.

"She's not feeling good so, I'm gonna take her home," Harrison explained.

"What? Why?" Tom was confused, he talked to you five minutes ago. You were perfectly fine.

"I don't know, mate. She's just leaving," he answered.

"Let me take her home," he said, putting the two bottles he was holding in the table.

"I don't know if it'll be a good idea," Harrison scratched his neck.

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"Look, mate. I can't tell you, okay? It's just...her things. You should talk to her later. Now, I have to go. She's waiting" he said, pointing to the window of the pub.

"Later..." Tom muttered, pushing his friend lightly, and going outside. Harrison watched his friend leave the pub, a frown in his face. He didn't want to put you through more distress, but he knew that talk to Tom, was something you should've done a long time ago.

"You really don't need..." you stopped, seeing that wasn't Harrison going out of the bar.

"What happened?" Tom asked.

"N-nothing..." you lied, felling your chest heavy.

"Why are you leaving? You just asked me to get you a beer," he said, confused.

"I don't know. I'm just not feeling it anymore," you shrugged.

"I don't believe you. We were fine five minutes ago," Tom was confused.

"I really don't wanna talk about it now. Can we talk tomorrow?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and your cheeks.

"Fine," he nodded. "Then, let's go," Tom said, starting to walk.

"Wha...what about Harrison? He was walking me home," you put your hands in your pockets.

"I told him I would take you home," he said, waving for you to follow him.

"I rather have Harrison taking me home," you stated.

"Yeah, well, too bad. If you don't tell me what happened, you'll have to settle for me," he shrugged.

"This is so stupid," you stared at him, weighing your choices.

"So...which one is gonna be?" he asked, and you looked from one side to another, not knowing what to do.

"Why do you do this?" you said with a hurt voice.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Why do you do these nice things, and flirt with me, and when I think that maybe there's something between us, you go and flirt with some random girl?" you blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" he chuckled, making you angrier.

"I'm talking about the girl you were flirting two minutes ago in the bar," you pointed to the pub.

"I...are you jealous?" he asked, a cocky grin appearing on his face.

"I-I'm not...jealous. I'm just...I'm confused. That's all," you stuttered.

"Sure," he said, skeptical.

"Well, now I'm really going home alone," you said, passing by him.

"No! First, you are gonna tell me why you are jealous of a friend that I don't see in months, that was telling me how she got engaged two months ago," he said, with a smile, raising one eyebrow, and you froze.

"I'm not...I'm not jealous," you said, and he laughed. "I'm leaving," you said, starting to walk, annoyed and embarrassed.

"I like you too," he said, and you stopped. "I was afraid I was getting the signs wrong since you are nice with everyone, so I was waiting for a confirmation, and you just gave me," he said, and you turned to look at him. A smile threatening to rise on your face. "I like you too," he repeated.

You waited a few seconds, absorbing what he said. "I'm not nice to everyone," you replied.

"I tell you that I like you, and that's the part you decide to comment on?" he laughed. "You are unbelievable," he shook his head.

"Do you still wanna take me home?" you asked, a half smile on your face.

"Sure," he walked to you. "But first, I'm doing this," he said, holding your face with one hand and pulling you closer, ending the distance between your lips.

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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u know what. i will give u all the lore u want. i’m 18, will be 19 decently soon so we are close to the same age. also the other band was r5. i have sent u asks about them and tde in the past. i followed you for atl content and got whiplash when u started posting about the first band i ever loved. i was like 10 when their first album dropped i have been around for entirely too long. i had a wattpad account and wrote r5 fanfic from the tender age of like 11-13. i discovered 5sos i don’t even remember how but i think the funniest part about it is that i never really got into their music?? i got into them as people by watching like interviews and compilations. and i mean at this point that was a While ago. SPEAKING OF FANFIC i did that like ao3 year in review thing like a month ago??? and you were my top author of the year so far. i read a lot of fic on ao3. your fics are very lovely and some of my favs. moving on. will not lie my music taste is kinda embarrassing and has barely changed since i was like 14 lmfao. been listening to a lot of waterparks lately. have been since their album dropped in may. i essentially go through phases of listening to solely one artist. or one playlist i made. most recently my taste has consisted of a lot of all time low, waterparks, paramore + hayley’s solo music (it really had to grow on me BUT now that it has it is very good), also been on a nostalgic r5 kick as well. hot take it has been quite difficult for me to get into tde’s music and i don’t really know why. some songs i absolutely adore (omg plz don’t come around is my fav by them. also scared of heights, feel you now, welcome to the end of your life are top songs too) but others i’m just. i have never liked preacher man and it’s the first song they released after they rebranded in like 2017. i love to see them finally free to do what they love music-wise but some of it is just. hard to listen to. i’m supposed to see them live in november (like 4 days before my birthday, kinda cool) and it’s the second time the show has been rescheduled so hopefully it happens. i’ve seen them live before but not since they rebranded. they’re dropping an album in october that i will have like a month to learn so it better be a fucking banger. now i’m just rambling about tde because i love ross and rocky with my entire being. rydel is annoying these days tho. also she named her baby fucking SUPER what kind of name is that why would you do that to a child. anyways. you ever need useless random r5 lore, i’m the person to ask. it’s the effect of being around to like a band for like 8 years. in conclusion my music taste? terrible. a cluster fuck. i will listen to luke’s solo album next time i’m focusing on a task because i like listening to new music when i’m concentrating on something. there’s some other bella lore for the day. - other bella

OH ALSO yeah idk. i’m currently on mobile. when i looked at your blog on mobile the first time last night it was blue. but now it’s pink. i have yet to see it on desktop but when i do i am sure it will be equally as pretty. - other bella again

hell YES some other bella lore. let's dig in

oooooh how soon? whens your birthday? 👀👀👀

ahhh yes i do remember the r5 asks !!!! that was a fun little era of clumsyclifford content huh. dont worry i wrote 1d fic on wattpad from ages 11-13 as well sooo same hat. that is super funny tho actually that you never bothered to listen to their music u really were staying loyal to r5 good for you

ao3 year in review???????????? say more?????? what is this?????????? thats very flattering regardless omg im going to ask you what your favorites are because im a leo just kidding its because i crave validation and im curious what ones you read/have read. also thank you for reading my fics lol

oh yeah theres a new parx album!! i dont listen actively to them but i really like all the parx music i know. im scared to get really into them because im genuinely afraid to fall in love with awsten knight. like im not joking thats the reason. i have to listen to more of their music tho cos i really enjoy what i know so...if you have recs...👀 i'm listening

mm thats a good lineup of music to listen to!! paramore is another band i never got super into, i meant to and then i listened to all of riot and then i learned that hayley williams is like pretty christian and that a few paramore songs are more christian than i anticipated and now i'm like. on the fence about it all. but i wanna listen to after laughter i just havent gotten around to it yet. and i did like riot. i like paramore. i like dead horse by hayley, i didnt like the other single she released, and i didnt listen to her solo music because i didnt like the first single so im not sure if i would actually like it? i am accepting vibe checks in that category though i dont really know what kinda music it is. actually now that im thinking about it doesnt she have two albums now???? i feel like the answer is yes. anyway. moving on

that is very fair the thing abt the tde stuff is that it's all so interesting and so different from every other tde song like they really just do something unique in each song which i think is awesome but also makes it hard to like every song bc it's not like one universal vibe you kinda have to decide for each song if you're enjoying it or not. i do LOVEEEE tde though, im very jealous that you're seeing them perform. although i dont know why im not, just looked it up and theyre gonna be in new york on november 24th which is a sunday so i miiiight.....be able to go.......maybe...........their website says the 25th which is a monday so maybe i was under the impression the show was on a monday?? but the ticket site says sunday. 👀 we will just...have to see......what we see.............

ANYWAY

RIGHT im so excited for their album i was mistakenly thinking it was coming out the same night as luke's but it was just the new single which i really liked on a first listen but have to listen to again cos ive only heard it the one time. but i hope it fucks. they announced that the album is called girlfriend which personally i think is really fun so i have high hopes

SHE NAMED HER CHILD FUCKIN WHAT NOW???????????????

wait eight years thats a long time but also thats roughly how long ive been around 1d wtf........insane. madness. and in fairness probably roughly how long ive been around 5sos but i took a hiatus from both of those bands during high school so im not sure how much i can count all of those years. ive been around all time low for six years though, that's pretty good. anywayyyy i hope you like luke's album but no pressure man listen whenever you feel like it. LOVE YOU

#whew #we got through it #we did it boys #guys my friend is picking me up at TEN in the morning tomorrow #we're going out on a day road trip #going to her aunt's farm to meet some goats #etc #it's gonna be really fun we're just gonna listen to taylor swift and atl i'm really looking forward to it #but also tho.....i will have to be up and ready to go at TENNNNNNN #thats a horrible time #i mean like #better than camp time but still ugh #early #she said 9:20-9:30 and i was like omg thats. so early #ask #anonymous #cubs anon

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Maniac: Chapter 2 || Peter Parker x Detective!Reader

Summary: You and Peter fondly reminisce, rekindling your fragile friendship; however, new information about the case is revealed, and you ultimately become convinced that the killer won’t stop until they complete their task...

Note: Firstly 👁👄👁 let’s ignore how late (or early) I posted. Secondly, thank you guys so much! It deeply warms my heart that so many of you liked what I wrote :’) I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. Also, I’ve decided to make Dylan O'Brien as Michael Romero cuz y not!! 😊😝🧚‍♀️✨

FYI: lmk if the chapters are too long or too short. Feedback is accepted, but plz be nice :’) I’m a soft bitch.

Warning(s): topics of death and murder, violence, blood, angst/fluff, cursing. MATURE CONTENT, 18+

Word Count: 8.3k

Chapter 1

You continued to bite your fingernails in anticipation, your body hunched over the lunch table. Despite the numerous occasions Ned told you to think of something else, your mind always circled back to the same thought -more specifically- to the same person: Peter. You didn’t mean to develop feelings for your best friend, you tried so hard to push them away, but despite your attempts, they always came back. You groaned in frustration, anxious and scared that you wouldn’t be able to act the same way anymore. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed brought an uneasy yet warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, the way his gentle touch ignited a flame in your chest made it hard to breathe, and it was driving you insane. Even unveiling this deep secret to Ned didn’t lessen the heartache you felt. You had to push these feelings aside; it didn’t matter the amount of pain you suffered, you would take this to the grave before you told Peter how you truly felt.

Peter would never admire you the way you admired him.

“Y/N,” Ned sorrowfully said, heartbroken at how you were slowly being destroyed by this internal conflict. It hurt Ned that he couldn’t do anything to get rid of your pain, and no matter how many times Ned told you that you needed to tell Peter, you constantly rejected his proposition. You attempted to conceal your pained expression, removing your fingers away from your mouth, focusing your attention on the empty carton of milk. “I’m fine,” you replied back, not wanting to hear another lecture from Ned. “No, you’re not fine. You need to tell him, Y/N, before it’s too late,” Ned argued back, feeling a pang of guilt as he was keeping a secret from you. Ned was too scared to tell you that Peter was developing a crush for MJ, and if you waited any longer, Peter would never get to hear your deepest secret.

You shook your head, starting to feel a bit irritated at Ned’s words. You directed your focus from the milk carton to stare Ned in the eyes; his eyebrows were furrowed and he had a pitiful expression. You knew Ned was only looking out for you, but you didn’t want to think of the aftermath. You didn’t want to tell Peter how you felt because you feared he didn’t reciprocate those feelings; you still wanted to be friends with Peter, and you didn’t want to ruin what you already had with him.

“I can’t tell him,” you stated. Before Ned could say anything else, his eyes focused on something that was behind you. The sound of light footsteps heading your way notified you that Peter was walking towards the table, and you stared Ned with saddened eyes, pleading him to remain quiet about what you spoke about. Peter completely missed the silent conversation occurring between you and Ned, plopping down to the seat next to you, unaware of how tense your body became.

“Hey guys, how were classes?” Peter innocently asked, taking out the lunch Aunt May made for him, unpacking his sandwich and taking a bite out of it. You remained silent, playing with the milk carton; Peter sent a look to Ned, to which Ned quickly dismissed with a shrug of his shoulders, wordlessly telling Peter to not further question your silence. Peter continued to bite his food, discreetly eyeing you as you took out a pen and began to doodle on the carton.

“Classes were boring, as usual,” Ned confirmed, letting out a sigh of annoyance as he was unable to escape the life of a teenager. He softly kicked your leg under the table, making you pick up your head and send daggers his way; Ned acted like nothing happened, giving you a quick stare, mentally scolding you for ignoring Peter’s question. Peter took a drink out of his water bottle, not detecting the telepathic argument you were having with Ned. You shook your head, not wanting to talk, but Ned kicked you again, harder.

You let out a sigh, putting the pen down on the table and turning your head towards Peter. “I failed my Calculus exam, so I’m a bit moody. Sorry for ignoring your question; I’m great by the way,” you quickly answered, dropping your head, attempting to avoid eye-contact. Peter swallowed the water, smiling at your apology. “No worries, Y/N. Mrs. Gomez is a tough grader, I’m sure you’ll do better on the next exam,” he sincerely responded, making your heart clench. God, he was so sweet even when you gave him the cold shoulder. Kill me, you softly whispered to yourself.

Ned continued the conversation with Peter, redirecting Peter away from you; you added a few sarcastic comments here and there, making Peter smile and laugh at your remarks. No matter how hard you tried to minimize your interactions with Peter, you always found yourself closer to him than before. Your heart leaped in your chest as Peter held onto your shoulder in an attempt to not fall off his chair as he loudly laughed at Ned’s story. There was a moment of silence as Peter wiped his tears, letting out small fragments of his giggle as he tried to reel in his loud behavior; however, you absolutely adored him, even more, when he couldn’t control his laughter. It was like music to your ears.

“Can I ask a question?” Peter spoke out, his tone becoming serious yet soft, afraid his friends would make fun of him; he was anxious, but he needed to get it off his chest since it’s been a burning question, making him eager to hear an honest reply. Peter quickly changed the topic, gaining the attention of Ned and yourself. Ned felt his body become stiff as he knew what Peter was going to exactly ask; before he can redirect the topic, you agreed, leaning your head against your hand as you looked at Peter, a smile on your lips. “Shoot.”

Peter bit his lip, not knowing how to say what was on his mind. “Do you think I have a shot with MJ? Be honest,” Peter finally revealed, his face turning a shade of red as he waited for advice from his two closest friends. Ned attentively observed your reaction, seeing your smile disappear and your eyes glisten, but you quickly cleared your throat, replacing the frown with a simper. You wanted to cry right there, let the tears escape your eyes, but your face remained blank, making Peter anxious as he assumed you were going to tell him he had a low shot with MJ. While you were never going to tell him how you truly felt, you still felt extreme pain as Peter conveyed his question. MJ was such an intelligent girl; she was sarcastic, funny, truthful, and beautiful, and Peter admired every aspect of her. You could tell by the way his eyes sparkled when her name rolled off his tongue. You had no right to be so upset.

How was Peter going to know you liked him if you never planned on letting him know? You ignored how your heart yelled at you to confess your feelings to Peter, but you kept your mouth shut, plastering a fake smile.

“Peter, you are the kindest, smartest, funniest, sweetest, and bravest person I’ve ever met. MJ would be lucky to have you,” Ned frowned, noticing how you tried your hardest to maintain a calm and sturdy voice. You let out a soft sigh, “I think you should tell MJ how you feel.” Peter’s eyes flickered from worry to glee, your words giving him the confidence he lacked. No matter how much agony you endured when you told him, you felt more pain as you saw how much Peter appreciated what you said. The slight tint of his cheeks, the kind smile on his face, and the jitters Peter had made you realize that Peter deserved true happiness, even if it meant that he wasn’t going to be with you in the end.

“You think so?” Peter gushed, still having doubts that he had a chance with MJ. You nodded your head, placing your hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“I know so,” you replied, softly squeezing Peter’s shoulder as a way to reassure him. Peter opened his mouth but no words came out; he turned to look at Ned, who hadn’t said a word, waiting for his response. Ned’s eyes darted back at you for a quick second and your eyes pleaded, indicating him to go along. Ned glanced back at Peter, a smile forming on his lips. “She’s right, Pete. You have to tell her,” Ned stated, attempting to hide how much it pained him to say those words. Peter’s grin was so wide, and it made you content that you were the reason for that; if MJ was the one who could bring the same smile, if not, even a brighter one, then Peter should be with her.

“Crap,” you stated, standing up and picking your tray, “I forgot that I have a quiz for chemistry in thirty-minutes. I’ll see you guys later.” You didn’t give Peter the opportunity to thank you for your advice before you hastily walked towards the trash can, tossing out the food. You left the cafeteria as tears started to cloud your vision; you sped towards the bathroom, going to the nearest stall and locking the door shut. The bathroom was filled with silence as your breathing became erratic; he likes MJ, he likes MJ, your mind constantly repeated, making you clench your chest as your heart deeply ached. You rested your head on the door as the tears began to flow down your face, a sob emitting from your mouth as you realized the truth.

You were right, Peter would never admire you.

Your eyes opened and your body jolted, your lips feeling chapped and your mouth as dry as the Sahara desert. You licked your lips and closed your mouth, allowing the salvia to get rid of the dryness. It felt like you slept for two complete days, and you sat up, grabbing the jacket that laid against you, pulling out your phone. You rubbed your eyes and tried your best to shield them from the bright light emitting from your phone; it was five p.m., but it felt like it was three in the morning. You mentally groaned, tossing your phone to the side before remembering that you previously promised yourself that you would send a message to Michael to let him know that you were okay. You scrolled through your phone as you opened the messaging app, writing a short but descriptive text to Michael before sending it, leaning back onto the pillows as you awaited for his response.

Your body and mind were completely drained, but you had gratitude for Peter for allowing you to sleep on his bed. As you sat in the darkness, your mind replayed the dream you had moments ago; however, it wasn’t a dream but a relived memory. A frown was drawn upon your lips as you remembered the events that occurred after you gave Peter advice. Since that moment, Peter spent most of his time with MJ when he wasn’t being Spider-Man, finally building up the courage to ask her out by the end of senior year.

It completely shattered your heart as you watched their interactions during high school, summer, and college. While you and Peter went to MIT and MJ went to Stanford University, she would visit whenever she could while you were stuck third-wheeling. On the other hand, during the moments you, Peter, MJ, and Ned were together, you attempted to focus on something else, yet you always failed. You would see how Peter tried to discreetly plant kisses on MJ’s lips and cheek but miserably fail, or the way his hand was beautifully intertwined with hers. You deeply envied her. You wanted to be her; you desired his lovely eyes to stare at you when you weren’t looking, to softly whisper adoring words in your ears, and to hold you safely in his arms at night. You plastered a smile for so many years, hiding behind a mask, until one moment, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were completely heartbroken and felt extreme guilt once you left Peter, but you healed over time. It was a long process, but you were doing fine, even if he was gone from your life. But, now that you’re back with Peter, everything you tried to erase from your mind was slowly trickling back.

The sound of a notification paused your thoughts, and you reached back to grab your phone, turning it on and opening Michael’s message.

I’m glad you’re alright Y/N. Rest more if needed, Captain Parish will understand. I’ll notify you if any new information is brought up.

You quickly replied, thanking him before turning off your phone. You sat in the dark for a short moment, pondering what to do next. Knowing that you didn’t want to sulk anymore while on his bed, you got up, going towards the nightstand and turning on the lamp. Once you were done fixing Peter’s bed, folding the clothes he lent you, and changing back into your clothes, you extended your arm to grab your gun and badge laying on the nightstand. Your hand froze, looking at the photo frame that stood next to the lamp. You gingerly picked it up as you inspected the picture, the mere sight of it forming an unsettling sentiment in your chest.

You pushed the strong emotion to the side, taking note of how Peter’s hands were attached to MJ’s waist, his head leaning into hers as a bright smile rested on his face. MJ’s smile was softer and smaller, and her hands were gingerly resting on Peter’s forearms. A slight smile formed on your lips until you felt another emotion take over your body: guilt. A melancholic look was embedded in your facial features as you began to think of MJ. How would MJ feel if she discovered you laying on Peter’s bed? Would she feel angry once she finds out that Peter allowed you to stay in his apartment? While you were once jealous of MJ for living the life you desired, you didn’t want to get involved or possibly destroy their relationship.

Suddenly, a loud alarm was ringing across the apartment, making you slightly jump and place the frame back in its original place. The ringing of the smoke detector made you open the door, smoke immediately filling your lungs. You loudly coughed, waving your hands in front of you as you tried to block the smoke from furthering entering your body. You followed the trail of smoke, heading towards the kitchen as you watched Peter in a state of panic, attempting to get control of the fire on the pan.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Peter repeatedly cursed to himself, sweat trickling down his face as he turned off the stove and removed the pan from the burner, safely putting a lid on the flaming pan. You hesitantly watched Peter’s body instantly relaxed as the fire quickly started to die down, but you noticed how his face contorted into frustration, inspecting the pan as the food he was cooking was completely turned into a charcoal color. You stepped forward, causing Peter to jump as he heard your footsteps, completely unaware that you were standing there the whole time. He slightly coughed, stepping in front of the pan, his arms crossed and his body posture emitting a laid-back demeanor as he tried to conceal the mess he just created. You quirked up an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips as Peter failed to remain like nothing happened, moving his head from side to side, “He-y, what’s up?” he said, his voice cracking. You walked closer, poking your head to the side as you tried to inspect the damage; your nostrils were hit by the smell of burnt food and you let out a chuckle, looking at Peter as he scratched the back of his head.

“What were you trying to make?” you asked, walking towards the window above the sink and opening it, allowing the smoke to leave. Peter let out a breath he was holding, glad that you did ridicule him; he grabbed the pan, heading towards the trash can and emptying it out. He bit his lip, wondering if you were going to remember the memories attached to the dish.

“Jalapeño poppers,” Peter revealed, settling the pan back onto the stove, turning around to look at you. He watched as your smile widened, a big toothy grin plastered on your face. He returned the grin, your face reminding him of the good old times.

“Like Ethan’s famous jalapeño poppers?” you asked, your lips curling into a smile and your heart warming at the thought that Peter was trying to recreate your favorite dish. Your friend, Ethan Bennett, amazingly cooked jalapeño poppers every Friday night in your shared apartment with Peter, you, and your other friends. It was like tradition; you would all come together and help Ethan cook, and every time they came out perfect. You always made sure to buy extra jalapeños because you knew you would eat more than the others. Peter nodded his head, rubbing his forehead, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “You were still sleeping when I got home, and I wanted to cook you something that I knew you love. I’m sorry for ruining our dinner.”

You shook your head, “Peter, it’s okay. I appreciate you for trying, though.” The smoke was almost completely gone, clearing up your sight and nostrils. He reminded you of when May tried to cook; you had the Chinese restaurant that was down the street on speed dial because May’s food always ended in a disaster.

Silence filled the room as you stood feet away from Peter, the awkward climate settling in. Peter was the first to break the silence. “How about we order takeout?” he asked. You were flattered that Peter attempted to create your favorite dish, and you could tell by his face that he was heavily disappointed in himself; while you didn’t seem to mind that it didn’t turn out perfect, Peter was trying his hardest to relive the memories you had with him. Almost immediately, an idea popped in your head, your eyes shining in glee.

“I have a better idea.”

- - - - - - - - - - -

Your grin was proudly plastered on your face as you stood in front of Mr. Delmar’s shop; it’s been years since you’ve visited Mr. Delmar, considering you tried so hard to avoid areas you knew Peter would be at, but now was your chance to pay him a visit. Peter watched your reaction, your eyes shining like a little kid on Christmas morning. You opened the door, immediately smelling the homely-baked slices of bread and the fresh meats. You looked at your surroundings, content that nothing drastically changed while you were away. As your eyes gazed across the store, awing at the sight in front of you, Mr. Delmar was crouching on the floor, restocking the chips that were almost gone. He picked up his head, barely looking at the customer before focusing his attention back to the task. However, Mr. Delmar did a double-take, unable to believe that you were back in his store.

“I can’t believe it. Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?” Mr. Delmar said in disbelief, getting your attention. While he was saddened that you left without saying goodbye, he was happy that you came back. You brightly smiled at him, walking towards him and giving him a hug, to which he immediately reciprocated; Peter felt joy as he watched the small interaction you had with Mr. Delmar.

“It’s so good to see you, Mr. Delmar! How are you?” you asked, eager to hear how he was doing.

Mr. Delmar grinned from ear to ear, “Muy bien now that you’re here, Detective,” he stated, putting an emphasis on the word; you felt proud as he referred to your title, signaling to you that he’s been aware of your accomplishments. He’s known you since you were a little kid, and he saw you as his own daughter. He too, like Peter, read the newspapers just to see your name boldly typed on the papers.

“I’ve heard of all of the things you’ve done for New York. I’m so proud of you, mija,” Mr. Delmar proudly stated, patting you on the back. You were so used to celebrating your accomplishments alone that the mere sentences he spoke made you want to shed a tear. While it felt good to hear his praises, you were also aware of the extreme pressure you carried on your shoulders. Mr. Delmar looked behind your shoulder, seeing Peter wave at him. “Hey, Mr. Delmar.”

“Pete! Two of my favorite customers! I’m assuming you’re not just here to talk to me,” he stated, forgetting his task as he went behind the counter, “same as usual?” he asked, knowing both of your orders by heart. While it was usual for workers and owners to remember the orders of their regular customers, you were still shocked. Both you and Peter eagerly nodded your head; as you waited for Mr. Delmar to finish your sandwiches, you heard a soft noise come towards your right side. Your heart almost exploded as you watched Murph, the cat, walk towards you, immediately recognizing your scent. You softly picked him up, scratching him behind his ear, making him instantly purr and nuzzle himself into your touch; you gave Peter a toothy grin, holding Murph up like a reward you had just won. He returned the smile, enjoying how much your eyes lightened up, overcome with nostalgia. It felt good to see how quickly your demeanor changed as soon as you and Peter were back to talking to one another; he missed you so much, and it was great to see you distracted despite the unfortunate events that occurred the previous day.

“Here you go, New York’s finest sandwiches,” Mr. Delmar said, handing both of the wrapped sandwiches to Peter as you were too preoccupied with holding Murph. You both thanked him as Peter grabbed the meals, taking out his wallet to pay. However, Mr. Delmar shook his head, declining the money before Peter had the chance to take it out. “On the house.”

You softly put Murph back down, bidding a wholesome goodbye to Mr. Delmar, promising him you’ll be back soon before walking out the store. You and Peter walked back to your car, plopping yourselves on the seats. You turned your body, reaching into the backseat, grabbing two water bottles and placing them on the cup holders. You dove right in, taking an enormous bite; nostalgia instantly hit you, and you moaned in delight, the savory taste destroying the hunger that was eating you up.

“Feels like old times,” you confessed after swallowing the food. You let out a sigh of relief; it felt good to be back. You fondly looked at Peter who was eating his sandwich as well. “Do you remember when you slipped and landed on your sandwich, getting mustard all over your shirt?” you questioned, vividly remembering how hard you laughed at him as both of you were walking back to his apartment. Peter groaned at your remark, shaking his head as he cringed at the memory.

“Remember when you choked on your skittles soon after? Karma’s a bitch,” Peter sassily remarked, chuckling at how fast your smile dropped as you recalled the events that followed after.

“You said you wouldn’t bring that up,” you dramatically argued, taking another bite, ignoring how his eyes lingered on you.

In a quick flash, both you and Peter finished your sandwiches, laying back in your seats, allowing your stomachs to properly digest the food before you drove back to his apartment. Neither of you spoke, but the silence wasn’t awkward like before; rather, it was different. Moments like these were how you usually spent your time with him. Peter nor you didn’t have to exchange words every possible minute; the mere presence of one another brought you enough comfort. It reminded you of how much you missed your life as a young teenager. No worries and no responsibilities.

The moment was soon gone, however, as Peter turned to the side, facing you. “I forgot to tell you, but I went to the store and made a copy of my key.” Peter fished around in his front jean pocket, taking out a key, holding it right in front of your eyesight. You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Peter realized how odd it was for him to bluntly convey this without explaining his reasoning. “-I figured that since you’ll be staying at my apartment until you feel safe again, you’ll need a key in case I’m not there to open the door for you. That’s why, no other reason,” Peter rambled on, feeling guilty when he added the last sentence. Of course, you knew he wasn’t asking you to move in with him permanently; this was only temporary and for work-related purposes, nothing more, nothing less. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel downhearted by Peter’s words.

“I-” you stopped talking, recalling the earlier thoughts you had while you were in Peter’s bedroom. MJ... how does she feel about this? Does she even know? Peter noticed your hesitation, your hands laying on your thighs as you didn’t take the key away from his grasp. His eyebrows furrowed, unable to comprehend what was coursing through your mind.

“It’s fine, Peter. You can keep the keys; I won’t be staying at your apartment,” you replied, causing Peter to become confused. You continued to not look directly in his eyes, hoping that he would accept what you said and not question it, but you knew that wouldn’t happen. It’s Peter.

“What? Y/N, what are you talking about? Yesterday, you agreed and now you’re not. Is something wrong? Did I say something that made you change your mind?” Peter frantically asked, scared that his rudely blunt remark made you refrain from saying yes. You didn’t respond, not wanting to ask the question that you so desperately wanted to be answered. "You can tell me, Y/N. I promise, I won’t get mad,” Peter added. You then turned your head, staring into his eyes; they were pleading- begging -for you to respond. You let out a sigh, biting your lip as you were mentally debating whether or not you should ask.

“I-is MJ okay with this? Letting another woman live in her boyfriend’s apartment?” you softly conveyed as you eyed Peter with worried eyes, mustering the courage to ask your question.

You immediately regretted your words as you watched Peter’s face fall, grief etched in his facial expression and sadness emitting from his body language. He tried to hide his sorrowful appearance by rapidly blinking and tightening his lips, and you felt regret as his posture morphed into a closed one. “I thought you knew,” Peter whispered, doing his best to remain composed. He didn’t blame you, though; yet, you couldn’t dismiss the immense guilt you felt. Your lips were pulled into a straight line, then forming into a frown.

“We broke up about a year and a half ago,” Peter confessed out loud, leaning his body back onto the seat. Your eyes widened in shock, feeling horrible for Peter.

“I-I didn’t know, Pete- god, I’m so sorry for bringing that up,” you gushed out, hating yourself every minute. If you knew that they’d broken up, you would’ve reached out to both of them, making sure they were alright. But, you were so engrossed in your own world that you didn’t even bother to check those closest to you. Your heart clenched for Peter as he remained quiet, forming a half-hearted smile in attempts to make you feel less guilty.

“You didn’t know, that’s alright,” he replied, his voice endearing and tranquil. Neither of you spoke, allowing the silence to take control. After what you’ve asked, you felt like you lost your privilege to speak; you pulled the skin near your fingernails as a method to ease your anxiety. While MJ and Peter’s relationship made you depressed, you never wanted to see Peter so heartbroken. You knew how much MJ meant to Peter, and you were saddened at the thought that they were no longer together.

“Y/N,” Peter spoke, gaining your attention. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s really alright. Of course, I’m distraught that MJ and I aren’t together anymore, but we were already falling apart- for years, actually.” You stayed quiet, signaling Peter to continue. You reached your hand out, delicately laying it on top of Peter’s, to which he accepted, wrapping his hand around yours. “It was for the best,” he declared, squeezing your hand.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” you conveyed, giving Peter a consoling look.

"You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” Peter replied back, making your heart clench at his words.

Your hand retracted once your phone began to ring, frightening you by the sudden sound. You bit your lip, looking at your phone, Michael’s name flashing.

“I’m sorry, but this call is work-related,” you stated, giving Peter a pitiful look, feeling peccant for interrupting your deep conversation. Peter covered his frown, feeling empty with your touch, but he nodded his head, understanding that your priority shifted. You briefly apologized, accepting the call and putting the phone near your ear.

“Michael? Any new information?” you asked, feeling your body shake from anticipation. You pleaded in your head, mentally crossing your fingers and hoping that Michael was going to tell you resourceful information to help you catch the killer, but as usual, you were wrong.

“They found another body. Meet me at the chief medical examiner’s office,” Michael stated before hanging up.

- - - - - - - - - - -

You walked into the building, the cool conditioned air immediately colliding with your body. You ignored the shivers running down your body as you trod down the hallway, heading towards the autopsy room. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you entered the room, seeing the chief and Michael standing in front of the covered body.

You softly greeted them before diverting your focus back on the body, feeling your stomach twist as you began to ponder who was laying on the cold table. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you always felt sick. You let out a big breath, gesturing to Michael and the chief that you were prepared to look at the corpse. The chief nodded his head, grabbing the cloth and pulling it down, exposing the woman’s body. Your eyes raked over the figure, taking note of how badly damaged the corpse was. She looked so young, her soft facial features indicating to you that she was barely an adult. It felt so wrong, knowing how such a precious life was brutally taken away.

“Elizabeth Monroe, eighteen years old. There were sixty-four stab wounds all over her body, similar to Amanda’s and Glimmer’s body,” the chief, Dr. Avery, declared. You flinched upon hearing their names, feeling your heart drop.

“Did you determine the cause of death and time of death?” Michael questioned, taking over the matter as he noticed your frozen posture.

“Time of death was around four-fifteen p.m., and the cause of death was extreme blood loss,” Dr. Avery answered before continuing on, “the depth of the stab wounds were roughly around seven centimeters, and the killer twisted the blade while inserting it in the body. Judging by what I’ve collected, Elizabeth was dead after the sixteenth stab wound.”

You felt the anger course throughout your body, enraged that the killer was able to take another life of another innocent person. The multiple stab wounds indicated to you that the killer was motivated by rage, continuing to stab the victim even after she was dead. Yet, you were also frustrated with yourself; while you were sleeping, a young woman was being brutally murdered. Why didn’t Michael call you earlier? Once again, you could’ve prevented it, but as usual, you were late.

You cleared your throat, getting the attention of the chief. “Any traces of the killer’s DNA on the body?” you asked. The chief’s face contorted in sadness, and he shook his head. “No. Fingernails and the victim’s tongue were cut off,” he responded, clearly mortified of what he discovered. You mentally cursed to yourself; the killer was being smarter about their actions, meticulously getting rid of any traces of themselves that could’ve been left on the victim.

“Was she a sex worker as well?” you continued on, wanting to know if the killer was targeting specific women. Maybe, if you were able to discover his pattern, you could prevent another murder.

“Her purse and wallet were left at the scene; she attended Midtown School of Science and Technology. Straight A’s, perfect attendance, an incredible soccer player. I doubt she was a sex worker,” Michael announced, shifting your focus on him. You narrowed your eyes at him to which he ignored; the information he clearly provided suggested to you that he was already investigating the case without you. Knowing that much about Elizabeth’s life showed that he already started asking her friends and family, making your blood boil.

You took in his information, despite your frustration. He did have a point; her life seemed perfect, why would she feel the need to become a sex worker? Even though the chances were low, you didn’t brush off the possible idea.

“Did the family identify the body?” you questioned.

“They’re on their way,” Michael softly stated, deflecting every time you attempted to make eye-contact with him; he knew you were upset but decided he could postpone the argument until after the autopsy was done. Another question sat in your mind, but you bit back your tongue, deciding to keep it to yourself. While you deeply wanted to know if another letter was left for you at the crime scene, you knew Michael wasn’t going to tell you. You thanked the chief for his work, gathering the information on a notepad you had tucked in your back pocket before walking out of the room, Michael following behind. Once you left the room and walked down the hallway, you leaned your body against the wall, rubbing your eyes. Fear, worry, rage, exasperation, and tiredness hit you all at once, but you knew that you had to shove those emotions to the side.

“You alright?” Michael asked, grabbing your shoulder to get your attention. You angrily sighed, shaking off his touch. Michael attempted to hide the pain he felt as you refused his attempts to console you, but you noticed the frown drawn upon his lips.

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” you barked back, ignoring his question. “You were at the scene and I know you started to ask questions, but you did it without me. Why?” You were beyond frustrated that Michael decided to continue his investigation without you. What was the point of being partners if he wasn’t going to notify you about what he discovered?

“After Amanda’s and Glimmer’s death, I knew you weren’t sleeping enough. I was worried about you- god- even the captain noticed your shift of behavior ever since you’ve taken the cases,” Michael confessed, attempting to justify his decisions. He saw the way you were being mentally and physically damaged, and it absolutely destroyed him. “I was just trying to make sure you were okay, Y/N. I can’t risk you hurting yourself.” Your heart clenched upon hearing Michael’s worry, adoring how much he cared for you. While his actions were justifiable, it didn’t mean you still weren’t upset.

“I get that, Mike, I really do, but I don’t need you to protect me. I can take care of myself,” you responded, hoping that Michael understood how you felt. You didn’t need him to treat you like a fragile individual nor did you need his pity.

"Oh really?” Michael argued back, “then why are you staying at your friend’s house if you claim that you can take care of yourself? Y/N, I know you’re terrified of the person who’s committing these crimes, so you need to step back and let others help you.” You remained silent, forgetting that you told him through text that you were staying at a friend’s house. Despite your stubbornness and determination, you knew others were willing to provide aid if you ever needed assistance.

“Y/N...I know you hate to admit asking for help, but I beg of you, don’t feel discouraged,” Michael stepped closer, his chest mere inches away from yours. You felt your breathing stop as Michael grabbed both of your hands, placing them on his chest. His heart was strongly pounding in his chest, as was yours, but you remained still, allowing him to continue speaking. Michael licked his lips, as if he was deciding whether or not he should say what was on his mind. His eyes locked on yours, and you felt your skin heat up, carefully taking in every word Michael said.

“Asking for help doesn’t mean you’re weak. Y/N, I deeply care for you, and I know you’re upset with me, but please try to understand why I made my decision,” Michael confessed, the sound of his heartbeat accelerating in his chest; it sounded as if it was going to explode right at that moment. “You mean so much to me, and I wouldn’t know what to do if you were gone.” Michael’s voice broke, and you witnessed as his eyes turned glossy. Even the mere thought of you being gone brought so much pain to Michael; so, he made a promise to himself that he would protect you every chance he could, even if it meant that you would be upset with him.

The sound of footsteps approaching made you pull your hands back, and you cleared your throat, stepping backward as you tried to act like nothing happened. You turned your head to the side, and you sorrowfully glanced at the woman and man, hesitantly standing in the middle of the hallway. The woman tightly held onto the man’s hand, their eyes were blood-shot red, and you knew they were here for Elizabeth.

“Mr. and Mrs. Monroe?” you asked. Both of them nodded their heads, remaining silent. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, trying to remain calm. Your face remained blank before you spoke.

“Thank you for coming. Follow me,” you stated, walking back to the room you were previously in, stopping in front of the window, the blinds inhibiting them to look into the room. Your lips were drawn into a fine line as you were standing beside the window, knowing the hardest part was about to come. You faced the Monroe’s, noticing how they stood feet away from the window, their faces etched in panic; of course, it was understandable. No one wants to identify their child’s body.

“Take as much time as you need,” Michael announced, standing at the other end of the window. He gave them a sorrowful look, ready to stand next to the window for as long as they needed. Mr. Monroe remained quiet, planting himself on the ground, his body completely numb. However, Mrs. Monroe detached herself from her husband, prudently walking towards the window, her body shaking as she realized what was about to come next. You tried your hardest to remain stoic for them, but you looked to the ground, unable to look at their faces once the blinds were drawn back.

“Please,” Mrs. Monroe pleaded, her voice cracking. Her soft tone caused you to look up, and you nodded your head, tapping on the window. The blinds were being slowly drawn back, and Dr. Avery stood next to the table, the cloth draped over the body. Your breath was held as Dr. Avery grabbed the cloth with both hands, removing the fabric downwards. A sob ripped through Mrs. Monroe’s body as she witnessed her daughter’s body laying on the table, Elizabeth’s pale face traumatizing her.

“That’s her, that’s my little girl,” Mrs. Monroe wailed, her sobs becoming louder as she was met with the cold-hearted truth.

Mr. Monroe quickly grabbed onto his wife’s shoulder, as she was close to falling onto the floor before he caught her. He buried his wife’s face in his chest, shielding her eyes as he rubbed her hair. He stared at his daughter, his face completely blank, but a tear ran down his cheek. Mrs. and Mr. Monroe’s reaction confirmed your worst fear, and you quickly turned to look at Dr. Avery, silently telling him to cover the body. The corpse was immediately shielded from the family’s view, and you stood still, your fists clenched by your sides.

“I’m sorry for your daughter’s death,” you unveiled, feeling tremendous guilt as you stared at Elizabeth’s parents who continued to mourn for their daughter. Mr. Monroe opened his mouth, but no words came out as he, too, was confused.

“I- I don’t get it. I just saw her this morning before she went to school, an-and now she’s dead?” Mr. Monroe uttered, completely shocked and heartbroken that his daughter is gone. “Who killed my daughter?!” he wept out, hugging his wife tighter. There was a moment of silence as you nor Michael knew how to answer his question.

“We don’t know yet,” you confessed, your face expressing sadness and anger; while you were struggling to grapple with these new, traumatic, and horrific events, you were certain of one thing. “But, I can assure you that we’re trying our hardest to find them.” The air was thick, causing you to heavily breathe; the pain you were witnessing at this moment brought so much heartache, and you understood how they felt. Your mind quickly thought of Glimmer and Amanda, and how another life was gone, a life that was filled with so much potential.

“I promise,” you expressed, hoping that your words brought comfort for the Monroe family, “we’ll arrest the person who killed your daughter.”

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You heavily sighed, taking the keys out of the ignition and rubbing your face in attempts to relax. The cool air started to settle within the car, but you remained still, contemplating possible explanations as to why three women were murdered. The burden was becoming heavier by the moment, and no matter how many times you attempted to have hope, it miserably failed. However, Michael’s words echoed in your mind; you weren’t alone. You had people by your side who were also willing to dedicate their time. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was enough to find the culprit.

You dug through your purse, grabbing your phone and calling Peter while also getting out of the car. By the second ring, Peter picked up.

“Y/N, you okay?” he asked, fully aware of the reason why you had left him a while ago; while he didn’t want to ask too many invasive questions, he knew that in time you would tell him.

You let out a sigh, still having difficulty answering those questions. “I’m alright, I guess. I’ll tell you what I discovered and we can do some investigation when I get to your house,” you said, walking down the block.

“Are you on your way?” Peter said, wondering when you’ll get home. It was barely eight-clock, but he still felt uneasy about everything that was going on. You smiled as you detected Peter’s worried tone, but you quickly reassured him.

“I’ll be there soon,” you replied, “I just need to grab some things from my house.” You turned to the left, walking up the stairs to your tiny apartment, but before you could tell Peter goodbye and open your door, you froze. Confusion was the first emotion you felt course through your body, but then you were instantly flooded with panic. Your breathing and movement stopped as you registered that your door was slightly opened, giving you a small peak to the darkness that awaited you. You held the phone near your ear, unable to move nor think of what to do next. Peter noticed how silent you got, and he started to get anxious as he called your name several times, to which you didn’t respond.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?” Peter hastily asked, wasting no time and running to his room, grabbing his Spider-Man suit. Alarms started to ring in Peter’s mind, but his voice broke you out of your trance.

Your mind went completely blank, forgetting the question Peter asked you moments ago. “I’ll call you later,” you remarked, pulling your phone away from your ear despite Peter calling your name out in a frenzy.

You slowly placed your purse on the floor, quickly raising your hands, your right hand gripping a gun and your left hand holding a flashlight. You stepped to the side of the door, your breathing becoming erratic. Every gut and muscle of your body tensed up and the hairs on the back on your neck stood up as well. Someone was in there, waiting for you. Your heart was loudly pounding in your chest, making it difficult to keep a steady mind.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself, before slowly reaching your left hand out and opening the door. You expected to see swift movement up and down your apartment, but instead, you were immediately engulfed in darkness and silence. The small flashlight bathed the entrance, but still lacked sufficient light; however, you feared to turn on the lights, unready to face whatever was lurking in your apartment. Sweat started to trickle down your skin as you further walked into the apartment, hastily searching around the living room, remaining alert for any sudden movements. You walked into the kitchen, but you began to take note as everything remained untouched. You proceeded into every room and every location that gave anyone the opportunity to hide, but you began to feel more secure as you continuously discovered that nothing was touched nor removed.

That feeling was quickly gone as you looked down the hallway, looking straight at your closed bedroom door. A faint light was stretching beyond the door, and your heart began to rapidly beat in your chest.

You vividly remember turning off all the lights.

You slowly walked towards the door, your footsteps barely making a sound each step you took. Once you reached the end of the hall, you stood against the corner, away from the door. Despite the immense terror you had, you slowly counted to ten before grabbing the doorknob and opening the door. You swiftly entered the room, finger tightly holding onto the trigger, ready to pull if any movement was detected. Yet, you were met with nothing. The small closet in your room was open, and you dropped your gun to the side.

You pulled the hair back from your face, your breathing going back to normal. Your eyes scanned the room once more, and just as you were about to claim that everything was just the way you left it, something small was laying on the center of the bed. You instantly gravitated towards the bed, immediately recognizing the piece of paper, the same paper that was left for you in Glimmer’s hand.

You pulled out a single glove from your pocket, using it as an object to inhibit any of your fingerprints being left on the note. Your heart dropped, and you, once again, felt your breathing hitch in your throat as you read the note.

You think he can protect you? because you’re wrong. I’ll always find you, no matter how many times you try to run away from me.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were running towards you, and you immediately dropped the note, raising your hands as you held the gun, directing it towards the door. The door swung open, but your body unwound itself, instant relief flooding over you as you witnessed Peter standing in front of you. The eyes on his mask widened once he realized the position you were in, but they retracted as you lowered your gun; you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, glad that Peter was here.

“Pete,” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes as you placed the gun back on your waist strap. Peter hurriedly moved towards you, instinctively wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling your body closer as he buried his face in your neck. Silent tears were streaming down your face as Peter rubbed your back, your tears landing on his suit. Despite the heaviness you felt within yourself, you couldn’t help but feel safe as your body was pressed against his. You gingerly sank into his warmth, your hands finding its way around his waist. You didn’t need to tell Peter anything, as his eyes landed on the note, rereading the words over and over again in his mind.

The simple gesture was enough to tell you that you weren’t alone; Peter was there for you. The terror and pain you were feeling at the moment were extremely long and excruciating, but the hug made you gain back a tiny fraction of hope that you so hopelessly needed.

“Let’s get out of here,” Peter whispered, reaching out to collect the note. His hand was resting on your back, and he escorted you out of the house, carefully holding you. Your face was expressionless, but your eyes unveiled everything. Nonetheless, as you shuffled away from your house, the killer’s words continuously echoed in your mind, sending shivers down your spine.

Why me? you pondered, feeling your stomach twist and turn. Why me?

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Summary: You have had a crush on Jungkook since forever ago, but he’s changed and so have you. But when you get closer to him-in a different way than expected-feelings start to come out of the dark.

What’s in this bitch: swearing, SMUT, and a lil but of spice✨✨

Side note: this is my first fanfic, so plz be nice and enjoy!! She’s a long one so get comfy and get somethin to eat and get your playlist ready ✌🏼and there will be typing errors so ignore dem por favor

WITHOUT FURTHER ADUE::::

The echoes of your footsteps drilled into your head at an annoying volume. It didn't help that your heart was incessantly pounding either. You sweep by the empty classrooms, books laying on the floor, sprawled out in a hurry. The paper in your hand was nearly as wrinkled as your shirt, picked straight out of your hamper due to the lack of time and lack of any better ideas. The bell rings and kids start to spill out of every classroom, almost taking you off your track. the bell left an annoying buzz in your ears that kept you charging forward. No one has ever given you a note, not in the four years of highschool. The note was battered and slightly torn from your fidgety hands toying with the edges all day. You'd only read it once, out of fear that if you read it again, it wouldn't say the same thing;

Go to the main entrance after last period.

I'll be waiting.

j.k.

your heart couldn't help but flutter when you first opened the tightly folded note. you couldn't help but think of who sent it to you. He was always on your radar, but not in the romantic sense. You knew it was Jeon Jungkook because of the way the words were scribbled on the paper and obviously, how he closed the short note with his long lived nickname, ¨jk. He was always quiet and reserved in middle school, which would be his defining trait until sophomore year rolled around. rumors upon rumors built up about him, almost taking you off your feet when you first heard them. Jungkook, the quiet and sweet kid you basically grew up with through school, caught with a girl in a school bathroom? for some reason, the rumors were never proven but something about how he swayed when he walked and looked at girls for a split millisecond had them planning baby names. He had silently nudged you toward the conclusion that they were undoubtedly true. The hardest part about seeing his personality take a 180 was the fact that your secret but not so secret crush on him in middle school had quite nearly been strangled to death by the man that stood waiting for you, at the main entrance.

As your pace slowed, your ears and lungs caught up. you knew you were near the main entrance, but you couldn't see over the rushing flow of students going to and fro. you catch a glimpse of the top of his head, and miraculously, he notices you too.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't still have a little thing for him.

you couldn't help it. Maybe it was more of an instinctual hormonal pull, but he was easy on the eyes and in a rugged way, almost dreamy.

His longer dark brown hair, pulled into a small bun, perched on top of his head. his loose black v neck hanging dangerously against his strict collarbones. his baggy grey joggers molded to all the right places but still looking stylishly comfy.

you stride closer to him, and see that he was making small talk with a fragile blonde girl. He erupts into laughter, showcasing his devilish smile. which was always accompanied by his cute dimples. one of the reasons you became so hopelessly in love with him in middle school was that sweet and sour smile of his. You couldn't help but look for it every once and a while in class. You slowly approach him, giving him enough time to wrap up his previous conversation.

"Oh, hey Y/N. Sorry to leave a mysterious note like that" he smiled with his eyes, making the apology that much harder to not accept (although it was a pain in the ass)

"It's really okay. Why'd you want to meet here though? I haven't talked to you for a while"

"That's not true I talk to you everyday in class" he smiled, but it was obvious he was poking fun at you and your nervousness about being there with him. He had to admit, it was a little suspicious.

"Well, what is it then?" you were starting to get impatient, letting your temper mixed with your short attention span to get ahold of you. which of course, didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

"Iwas absent yesterday for that chem quiz. can you tell me what's on it? I know you’re smart and you understood the material really well."

You were definitely infuriated, knowing this could've been sent by text or even asked in the fleeting moments after class. you see him at least 5 seperate times a day, why a stupid fucking note to some clandestine meeting?

"Jeon, couldn't you have just texted me? But yeah, Iremember a few questions it wasn't that hard." You were dying for an explanation, but the way his face went blank and uninviting, was enough to gather the realization that you weren't getting one.

"Im taking the makeup test in 10 minutes. Do you think I could cram the answers in time?"

Of course he could. He was insanely and almost annoyingly smart. but just like his soft nature, that disappeared over summer break before sophomore year.

He sent you off with a quick thanks and then casually turned his heels to walk to the chem classroom. Once he left, you started to realize the strangeness of it all. He could've asked anyone in Chem 2, but he asked YOU? With a note to meet nonetheless. thinking about it gave you a headache, so once you turned on your car to go home, you started to think about what songs to play and what dinner will be instead. The car ride home was uneventfully blissful, the usual weird seat dancing and emotional signing to your favorite car songs.

You walk in the door with an exaggerated "humphf" when setting down your backpack to go look in the fridge to look for a snack you knew wasn't there. Your phone vibrates on your kitchen table and slightly annoyed you at how it proceeded to rumble loudly against the flat surface. You pick it up only to see that Jungkook had sent you a post on instagram with another message that read;

jungkook:Thanks for helping today, here's this to show my thanks

it was a distorted meme that you'd seen hundreds of times before, but its humor ran out after the second time it beamed on your screen. It surprised you that he sent a meme, but it surprised you even more to get another taste of the old Jungkook you knew. The one who would thank you for helping him out, and seem genuinely thankful. Sometimes you’d catch yourself stealing fleeting glimpses of him in class. you'd often try to pick up on his new tendencies and see some of his old, but comforting ones. He would also space out in middle school, leaving his notebooks riddled with doodles and scribbles to keep himself awake. Just two days ago, he was in a lab with you and you couldn't help but glance at his notebook for a split second; graffitied with little faces and tiny but strategic and pleasing scribbles. You're still looking blankly at the screen, sure that he noticed the "seen" under his texts a while ago.

you: Of course j.k. Ibet you aced it anyways

All of this weird and sudden contact had your head in a whirl. Too many questions and literally no answers. you thought it best to leave it alone for now. But he didn't.

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You don't remember when you dozed off exactly, but you knew it was a good night's sleep when you woke up with a dry mouth and a full bladder. You groan and reach for one of the countless half filled water bottles on your nightstand. Huh? a sock?

"Whatever, Ihave to pee" you mutter to yourself. for a moment you didn't realize your deep and groggy voice.

"Wait, what" There it is again! you've never sounded this dead in the morning, even when you were hungover after your wildest night out. You finally flicker your eyes open only to be met by an unfamiliar ceiling fan and light grey walls. You rush to sit up. Something wasn't right. you look down and almost scream.

"Where are my boobs?!" your hands shoot reflexively to your chest, where they always are and are met with a dull smack as your hands hit complete flatness. You scurry out of the unfamiliar, but disgustingly messy bed and dart your eyes to find a mirror. It was weirdly easy to get up and dash to the mirror in the small bathroom to your right considering it wasn't your body you were in.

You stood panting in front of the mirror to see Jungkooks face staring back.

"What in the FUC-"

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Jungkook sorta remembers when he went to bed. By sorta he means he knew it was between 8 PM and 1 AM. He's not good at remembering things, besides, he's already up now. He cracks his neck and instinctively reaches his hand down his boxer shorts.

"Where is my-" he suddenly feels his arm push against something warm on his chest while he extended his arm to find what was there just last night. He grabs the foriegn object on his chest, anxious to grab something since his usual apparently isn't there right now. Is this a boob? It was a boob. he reached up to mimic his other hand. and there's TWO? of course there he knew that. He'd seen plenty of them, but feeling them on himself? Hell no. THAT'S never happened before. He sat up, hands still clenched around the annoyingly loose bra that covered-well-HIS tits. His face went tense as he looked for a mirror. He slowly approached the mirror hanging on the door, hoping to not be met with one of his drunken hookups that could've been a witch for all he knows. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Y/N?! Damn. well, she has nice tits, I have to give her that."

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You both immediately shot a text to each other, hoping it wasn't a dream, because if it was, you'd both look like idiots. But after telling eachother what happened when they woke up, (Jungkook left out the whole boob ordeal) and you decided to skip school today and sneak out of the house to meet and try to figure out what happened last night.

After throwing on something Jungkook might wear, you couldn't help but notice his figure staring back at you. He really was handsome. You flashed a beefy smile at the mirror and stayed smiling after seeing his signature but memorable smile. You finally talked his mom into letting you stay home just 30 minutes ago, with jungkook in an earbud listening and telling you the best way to make his mom cave. You were slightly annoyed when he said that all he had to do was say he felt sick and your mom was already convinced. It was still uncomfortable hearing your voice through the phone. you sounded really stupid on the phone. you decided to meet at a park close to both your house and his to figure it all out and how to undo it. You had a hard time figuring out how to drive his car but ended up to the park in one piece. well, Jungkook arrived in one piece. there was still no sign of your body yet. Your car comes screeching to a halt next to you before you see your body get out of the car in rage and slam the car door shut.

"Be careful with her she's old" you whine, referring to your beaten up and chipped car.

"Shut up and follow me. We gotta be alone." He grabs your arm and pulls you farther into the park and only loosened his grip when there were less than 5 people around.

"What the fuck happened, Y/N? This is freaking me out. How does this shit even happen? And why me and yo-"

"No, you shut up you're making me dizzy. I don't know my answer for all of those questions. oh god, what do we do at school? AT HOME? WHEN I HAVE TO PEE?" You almost choke on your breath thinking about going to the bathroom with a whole different set of tools.

"I don't know Y/N... I mean I could help you practice..." He reaches down toward your crotch-no- HIS crotch and you flick him away with wide eyes and a blazing stare back at him.

"This isn't a joke, Jungkook. What do we do?" you swallow heavily and look back at your body through his eyes.

"Ew. If I'd known that's what I look like I would just wear baggy sweats everyday..." you whisper it to yourself but since you were both so quiet and focused in thought, he heard it.

"Oh shut up you have a great body, Y/N."

"Did you LOOK? I didn't look, I thought it would be rude. wait-DID YOU LOOK YES OR NO?" you did look. He just doesn't need to know and wouldn't help your case any.

"Of course I did. nice tits by the way." he winked and cracked his neck again. you were too much in a daze thinking about how someone else had seen you naked. JUNGKOOK has seen you naked. Did he just say; nice tits? That doesn't matter, we need to figure this out before you cut off his dick for looking at you.

"We need to figure this out right now." you weren't kidding. if he touched your boobs that would be enough to commit manslaughter. it didn't matter if it was actually you that you were killing.

"We can go to my place now. Let's get something to eat. My mom wont think twice about me having a girl over anyways. She won't bat an eye and she'll leave us alone. Just tell her that we are both sick and want to study to catch up since its convenient. Its our best option." He cracked you a smirk, sending shivers down your spine. it was him alright, just in your body. You get up and start walking towards your beat up car out of habit to leave until he grabs your arm, almost jerking you so hard you would've fallen on your ass.

"Damn Y/N, your body is pretty strong. Stronger than you were in middle school. But lets take my car. I'll drive."

You couldn't help but blush at him mentioning middle school. I guess he really did pay attention to you back then. Your thoughts immediately hone in on memories of gym class when you'd be the best playing any activity and you embarrassed the boys in front of their respective crushes. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle, sounding even better when it came out as Jungkook's grisly and low voice. You settle in the car, and fidget with the seatbelts and keep your head glued on the dashboard to avoid any eye contact just in case you were still blushing. jungkook lets out an audible sigh before turning the keys in the ignition and putting the car in reverse. You couldn't help but look at him, sitting in your body, as he put an arm out behind your headrest to backout. He flickers his eyes between you and behind the car.

"Its so weird seeing my body like this, like from another perspective," you could resonate with what he said, especially since he's manhandling a car with legs wide open, but he looks like you at the same time. "I wonder what I look like during sex..." he mutters the last part under his breath and chuckles, part of him hoping that you would hear.

"Just ask one of your many lady friends, Jungkook. I'm sure they'd love to tell you all about it." You scoff. How could he change so much from the boy you were infatuated with? He was the same in small ways, but barely. It made you sad and frustrated when you realized that you secretly hoped he'd be the same around you after all these years.

"I could. But right now, I'm not exactly myself." You both reach to turn on the radio to drown out the awkward tension that seemed to have seeped in the car. You back off since it technically is his car anyways. He puts on one of his playlists and the first song starts to play. Its not rap and you're almost surprised. But you've known since middle school that he likes more indie and classic rock than anything else. You put your window down and look out with an elbow grasing the bottom of the window, and your hand finding its way to your hair. Well, Jungkook’s hair. Soft. You turn to look at the song name and realize jungkook is glaring at you. You never knew your face could look so scary.

"Don't feel pressured to act any different. Just be you and act normal, even if you want to touch my hair." He snickered and shot his eyes back on the road, making a smooth right turn at the light you'd been stopped at.

"Its a habit. Besides, you've seen me naked Jungkook, who cares if Iaccidentally touch your hair?" you had started to become more and more angry at his annoyingly hot voice. Just by hearing it in classes, you felt a tinge of wetness down under. But you're sure its just because of his voice, right?

"Am I wet right now? Is this what it feels like?" He chuckled so hard and loud you almost see your soul shoot out of the car and get run over. What the fuck do you even say to that? You had an idea as to why it happened but what do you say to jungkook?

He's still laughing a little when he shoots up straight in his seat.

"I know what it is Y/N, you think I'm SEXY."

you gulp. you decide that staying quiet is your best option, the one that will make you look less flustered and more cool about him calling you out.

"You know, Ihad a huge crush on you in middle school. It was almost embarrassing. I think I wrote you a love letter one time but I never gave it to you. You were such a player back then." He chuckles again, but softer this time. He confessed something embarrassing to get the conversation away from the obvious pool of wetness between his legs. YOUR legs.

"I did too." you mumble still looking out the window, trying to hide your excitement at his confession. you were happy but, that was a long time ago anyways. It didn't really matter now.

"Would you look at that, maybe we found out why we switched bodies." His facial expression was flat, almost bored looking. you both sat in silence until he pulled the car into the unfamiliar driveway you left this morning. You get out of the car and he reaches for the door and tells you to make yourself at home, as a joke, of course. To anyone else looking at you two, you were Jungkook, and this in fact, was your house.

"Maybe if we confess our past feelings, we will switch back. That’s the only thing I can think of anyways. You cool with that?" He was pouring himself a glass of apple juice and he set it down on the counter to get another glass for you.

"Yeah why not." you sipped slowly on the cold drink as he led you up the stairs to his room. You settle down on his bed facing each other, almost looking like two young girls at a sleepover talking about their celebrity crushes. you were both sitting with your legs folded and leaning in toward each other, a weirdly comfortable position for the both of you.

"You first." he grumbles with a cheesy smirk.

"Okay," you take a deep breath to collect your thoughts, "I liked you from 5th to 8th grade."

"That's it? I think we need a little more since we are still staring at our own bodies across from us." he was rocking side to side trying to conjure up any thoughts on how to fix your strange situation.

"Maybe we should kiss." He leans forward, which you dodge at the speed of light.

"What are you doing Jungkook?!" Your eyes wide open and stomach fluttering.

"Maybe this is how the spell thingy breaks, it makes sense."

He's right, If the reason you were stuck looking at yourself from this perspective was that you needed to confess and makeout, then so be it. You'd try anything at this point. You missed your own bed. He charges in closer to you slower this time and grabs your face. the way he was using your lips made it impossible to notice how quickly you'd shut your eyes. You opened them to see Jungkook staring at you with wide puppy dog eyes.

"Hell yes I'm back bitche-" He quickly silenced you with another kiss. I worked? You were sure you’d live out your days in another body. But you weren’t mad that his first idea worked out. But you weren’t about to keep your mind on the subject, Jungkook was millimeters away from you with his taunting lips. This kiss was more passionate and more eager. Your legs went limp, and your face set ablaze at Jungkook's fluid and sexy motions against you. He pokes his tongue at your lips, asking if he could enter. You quickly let him roam around your mouth, leaving you breathless and seeing stars. He slides his hands down from your face and traces the outer line of your figure, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you could feel the pool between your legs as your thighs began to quiver under his careful and strategic touch. He shifts you down, so that you're on your back and he is using an arm to support himself above you. you let out a needy whimper and you finally move your arms down his chest to trace his undoubtedly hot body. he flinched when you stopped at his waistband, and you were left just toying with the elastic until he forcefully pulled your shirt off your body, only leaving mere seconds between the deepening kiss. Neither of you were ready to stop. You could feel your body start to heat up against his and he slowly moved his waist into yours at a steady rhythm. you could feel his apparent erection glide across your thighs with every motion. You could feel the heat escape your core when you opened your legs farther, hoping he'd get the hint to touch you where you wanted him the most. You wanted his hands everywhere, but your arousal was too hot and strong to ignore for much longer. He slowly navigated his kiss downward, taking extra care of your neck, sure to leave a couple marks in his wake. once he reached your chest, with your bra still clinging on with the sheen of sweat you both worked up. As he moves his hands to hold you still, they rest on your hips with a tender but strong grip, willing you not to squirm under his touch. He started to kiss along the edge of your bra, frequently nibbling at the tender skin that lay beneath. He was taking his time of course, he'd been wondering what touching you and making you all worked up like this felt. He'd often steal glances at you in class, never letting go of his childish middle school crush. He'd accepted that he'd always feel something toward you, what that was he was unsure. But having you under him, and your back arching your chest towards him made him hungry. He knew he would never get you out of his head after this.

You take your arms behind your back and unclasp your bra hoping he would fasten up and make your horniness subside. He immediately grabs onto one and closes in on the other with tender kisses, licking around your nipple just to hear your sighs that turned into moans between his needy lips.

"Please Jung-" you whine trying to push yourself into him closer. you wanted to be swallowed into this moment. The tension was released, and god did it feel good. He cut you off with a strong and lasting rub against your core, just making you want to whine for more. He was rock hard, so the only thing he accomplished was making you shut up and making you kiss harder and your grip on his hips tighter. He finally slid his hands slowly up the inside of your thigh and his slender but strong fingers snaked their way under the thin cloth that was sticking to your folds. He took a deep and exaggerated swipe across your center, making you shiver with pleasure.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of that," he said, flashing a smile smile in between kisses on your neck.

"Just put it in already I'm dying here..."

With your words, he swiped off his shirt and pulled his pants down, showcasing the famous bounce as his erection springs out of his loose pants. his fingers wrapped around the fabric of your shorts, playing and twisting at them with want. He pulled them down slowly, propping your leg on the bed before throwing the soaking shorts somewhere on the floor. He pushed your thigh open with his now faster motions of his thigh, trying to get more friction against you. You whimper and reach for his erection. before you could fully palm it, he suddenly stopped and stared down at you, trying to catch his breath that had been sucked up by your deep kiss. He slid his thumb across your lower lip.

"Not yet Y/N. Let me do this first. I promise I’ll get to that in a minute." you watch him utter his words in a growl as he slowly drags his soft lips downwards between your breasts and then your stomach before his messy black hair is level with your core.

"I'll be gentle. Tell me if you want to stop at any time, Y/N."

You weren't expecting him to be gentle, or even offer an out for you. All the rumors of him being a brute and rough when it comes to sex and intimacy. You could see the old parts of Jungkook shining through. before you could think about it anything else he pressed his lips against you, lips pursed around your clit. a shake engulfed you, sending shivers up your spine and out of your mouth as a long moan. his tongue grazed over every inch of your center at least 3 times before he started to slow down and suck on your clit, leaving you able to feel every vibration of his ruffled moans against you. before you could recognize that you were almost at the peak of gushing-

"Are you still okay, baby?"

"Y-Yes. Oh GOD!" he had pushed two fingers into you, making you buck your hips into him. He grabbed your thigh with his other hand, silently telling you to stop letting your reactions distract him from the task at hand. Literally. He curls his fingers upward and moves slowly, applying just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back into your head, but gentle enough to keep you just below the line that would make it hurt. He was taking care of you, just like he said. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to his various conquests as he quite literally lapped at you like a starved man. Did he treat them like this? Was he this sweet but seductive with everyone? Are you the first to be thinking about this? His nibble at your folds broke you out of your daze. It doesn't matter now anyways, he was with you and he was good at making you feel good. Just keep going, you thought. It only took another nibble and his tongue in your heat to make you start to see a light.

"Jung- I'm-" you squealed. He just kept going, knowing that what he was doing was the ticket to your long anticipated orgasm. You quickly find yourself grabbing at his head of hair, just to help yourself ride out your climax. You feel the wet drip out of you, and Jungkook's tongue licking it up with lustful motions. Once he cleaned you up to his liking he lifted his head to look at you. Your eyes closed, chest heaving, and sweat making your face gleam. You really were beautiful, he thought to himself. But he wasn't done with you yet. He leaned over you and moved the baby hairs stuck on your face to the side. His doe eyes were searing into you, making you shift under him. You brought your hands up to rest on his chest. He really was beautiful, you thought to yourself. But you weren't done with him yet.

"Let me get a condom. Or are you on the pill? Its up to you, whatever you're comfortable with, baby." His term of endearment took you by surprise, but it didn't feel weird coming from his mouth, almost natural to him. You liked it, it even made your stomach hollow with excitement, but you'd never tell him that.

"I'm on the pill. I don't mind at all jungkook." His grin leaked into a smile, that adorable, sexy smile of his. it practically taunted you, knowing that his now stretched out lips were pressed up against you just mere minutes ago. You watched as he finally pulled down his boxers, allowing his painfully hard erection bounce out. The head, red and angry with understimulation, with beads of precum trickling down his length. He was big, just like the rumors had said, but you weren't expecting that he'd have the perfect length and girth. You knew after you felt him, it would be hard to go back. Especially since just his lips and tongue made you feel something you'd never felt before, something you'd think about at night while you played with yourself.

"Are you ready? I'll be careful with you if you're worried that it might hurt." He sat next to you on the bed, looking for any sign of regret in your eyes. Instead, he found your hungry eyes looking him up and down, completely naked in front of you.

"Don't hold back Jungkook, if we are going to do this I want to feel everything." You could barely focus on anything other than him. His abs, and the way they flexed when he let out a guttural laugh. His Adam's apple, that bobbed up and down when he would talk to you. His long, messy black hair, and how it framed his face. His rosy lips and how they pouted when he wasn't talking. Everything about the man sitting next to you was perfect. His features were just the same as they were back in middle school, but they became more mature and more sexy than cute.

"I'm excited to feel you around me Y/N. I've been thinking about what it would be like, and now you're here, and you're all mine." he uttered before leaning in for a soft kiss, making it easier to hide your face that was obviously blushing at his words.

"If you don't want me to hold back, Iwont" he whispers into your ear, making you wet all over again. His hand found your thigh amid deep kisses, and pushed it farther so he could fit himself between your thighs, allowing his erection to slowly graze over your dripping center with every motion. After Jungkook gathered enough of your arousal on himself, he decided it was enough to allow him to easily slip into you and lose himself in you. You grabbed his hip, angling him parallel to your body, begging him to ease himself into you.

"Please Jungkook..." you whine again.

before you could finish your sentence you felt his tip graze your entrance, teasing you with the heat. He was STILL teasing you? You grip your arms around his torso and force him closer, automatically pushing his length into you, but still not bottomed out yet. He was big and you wondered if you could realistically fit all of him in you. As soon as you pull him closer, Jungkook loudly grunts and shoots his head back at how well you fit around him.

"You feel so good Y/N." He breathes, starting to pump in and out of your heat. He didn't hesitate to throw your leg over his shoulder, allowing him further access into you. Within seconds he finds your g-spot, (he figured it was there since you let out ungodly moans when he hit it) and continues to hit it with each thrust. Each thrust was greeted with a slapping noise and the sounds of your arousal being moved around by Jungkook. His thrusts became more slowed, but deeper, grazing your cervix. The stretch that once felt uncomfortable started to feel pleasurable.

"Right there Jungkook, please don't-" you were too out of breath to even finish your sentence.

Jungkooks heavy breathing would've sent you over the edge right then and there, but he somehow kept you from coming to elongate the feeling of you around him, filling up his senses. His thrusts started to get sloppier, but still had a lustful drive in them. He shot his arm up to the wall, giving him support against his fastened pace. He grunts and shoots the other hand to use his thumb to circle around your clit, making you arch towards his touch.

"I'm gonna-" he spits out, clenching his jaw.

Not long after he warned you, you felt him throb against your insides, a warm pool filling you up. Just the sounds of Jungkook as he released into you was enough to make you follow suit not long after him since he rode his high within you.

"Sorry Ijust-" you put your finger up to his plumped lips to make him shut up.

"Don't say sorry Jungkook, It was perfect. Maybe too perfect..." you look to the side to avoid his taunting gaze. But he grabs your chin and demands for eye contact.

"I've had my eye on you since middle school, Y/N. And Iintend to keep it that way," He kisses your forehead before he gets up and throws you a hoodie that smelled like him.

"Get up butthead, we are getting icecream." he says through his stupid little grin.

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groundzerobakugo · 5 years

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the transfer student // k. bakugou

@ceylon-morphe286 said: “Can I get a soulmate au of bakugou having s/o name on his body but he never meets her until his first year in U.A. when a American transfer gets placed in his class and when she introduce herself shyly he just in disbelief. Plz!”

you most certainly can!! this sounds like a fun one!

gender in this imagine will be female, if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please feel free to send a message my way! i would be happy to help!

warnings: nothin new, hopefully this will have more fluff than angst

word count: 1.4k

summary: everyone is born with their soulmate’s name somewhere on their body; bakugou katsuki never thought he’d find his with the new american transfer student.

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when your parents had announced that you would be moving to japan with them, you were ecstatic; your entire year leading up to your moving date, you’d learned enough japanese to be classified as a native speaker, you educated yourself on the culture and what was and wasn’t socially acceptable. unfortunately, your school year ended after theirs began, so you were a bit late joining in yuuei’s hero course.

you’d aced their test earlier in the year, having taken a special vacation to japan just for the sole reason of being accepted into the most popular hero school. your quirk and wits were deemed enough for you to be tossed into the hero course, and even so class 1-a, the best of the first years.

you were a bit nervous as you stepped out of principal nezu’s office, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. you didn’t really know what to expect from your classmates.

bakugou katsuki scowled from his desk as aizawa announced the soon arrival of their new student, a transfer from the united states. he didn’t care too much, it was just another extra who he had to dominate in order to become the number one hero. really, the only thing he could focus on was the slight itch to the name tattooed on his rib cage.

he never enjoyed the idea of soulmates; having a significant other that was supposedly made for you and only you, another half of yourself. unlike others around him, he didn’t seek out the name, not that he would find it in this classroom, or with the other classes. and if they weren’t in yuuei, they weren’t strong enough to keep up with him--or so he thought.

you stared up at the door slightly intimidated, the brief thought of why the door was so damn tall flitting across your mind. but, you weren’t there to ponder an insanely-huge door, you were there to become a hero, just as you always wanted to be, just as you were studying in america.

you slid the door open, eyes immediately landing on you.

“good morning, would you please introduce yourself to the class,” the teacher, you assumed, asked of you, motioning you to the front.

you nodded, heart rattling in your chest. don’t make a fool of yourself, don’t make a fool of yourself. “h-hello,” you cursed at yourself as the class giggled to themselves. “i-i’m (last name, first name). th-thank you for letting me join your class. i look forward to uh, to learning with you all.”

as bakugou heard the name roll off your tongue, he could feel his heart skip a couple beats, his blood run cold, mouth agape as he snapped his head up, staring up at the front of the room. his eyes were narrowed on you, crimson trailing every step as you took your seat behind that damn deku, to the seat that had been empty since the beginning of the year.

he only took his eyes off you when aizawa had began to resume the lesson, scribbling notes on his paper as he stole fleeting glances over his shoulder to see you.

while you struggled keeping up at first, the boy in front of you helped you translate the few words you had trouble with, and soon it was lunchtime.

“hi, i’m kirishima eijirou!”

“ashido mina!”

“kaminari denki!”

“sero hanta, pleased to meet you.”

you smiled and greeted those introduced themselves, everyone taking a turn at your desk. well almost everyone. for lunch, you’d been invited to sit with several different groups, but it had seemed ashido, kaminari, sero, and kirishima had successfully dragged you away from the other offers (albeit almost by force) and were asking questions about america as you struggled to keep up translating them. even if you studied for a year, they’d been speaking japanese their whole life.

you sat down with them, answering the questions slowly as you thought of the right words to say, when kirishima called out a name that made you drop your chopsticks and freeze.

“wh-what did you say?” your voice barely above a whisper as the tattoo on your hip began to burn.

kirishima turned to you, “huh?”

you looked over at the redhead, “did you say ba-bakugou? like, katsuki bakugou?”

he nodded, “yeah! do you know him? probably saw him during the sports festival, but he’s not that mean.”

bakugou sat down across from you, your eyes wide as you stared at him, he hadn’t even noticed you until he looked up, about to ask kirishima a question when his words fell short.

“a-are you katsuki bakugou?”

sero shook his head, “might wanna switch that around, america.”

but neither you nor bakugou heard his correction, simply staring at each other in disbelief. it was as though the world had melted away, just the two of you staring at each other in an empty void. crimson locked with (eye color).

what now? the two of you asked yourselves.

“bakugou.” the staredown broke as kirishima put a hand on the blond’s shoulder, and you looked away with reddened cheeks. “you alright, man?”

“please excuse me,” you stood suddenly, “i-i forgot, i need to... i need to go see aizawa-sensei about something.” you left the table as your feet moved on their own accord towards somewhere more private, somewhere you could actually digest as to what just happened.

to be quite honest, you had never given much thought to soulmates; you knew about them, of course you did, you knew that everyone had a name they were born with tattooed somewhere on their body they were destined to be with. you never understood the fantasy of a soulmate, how the girls in your class would giggle and gossip about the names tattooed on their wrists or arms, how they would dream of the day they met their soulmate. no, you were off somewhere else, distanced from this seemingly too-good-to-be-true ideal. you were off training, your head too crammed with ideas for new moves, for costumes, for hero names.

you hadn’t gotten far before someone had reached for your hand, the sudden hold halting your steps. you whirled around with wide eyes as you came face to face with the blond—your soulmate.

he looked surprised with his own actions, with his mind still racing to catch up with how he jumped up after you. he let go of you, mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words, staring at you with eyes full of disbelief.

you gave him a shaky smile, “y-you know, it’s rude to stare.”

he broke from his trance, scoffing. “i wasn’t staring. i... so... fucking soulmates, huh, (last name)?” his lips pulled into a smirk. “if that’s so, you better be able to keep up.”

you grinned, “i think it’ll be you struggling to keep up, bakugou.”

“in your fucking dreams, america.”

“doubting me?”

he shrugged, “haven’t seen anything worth my while yet.”

you quirked a brow, a surge of confidence running through you. without thinking, you placed a quick kiss to his cheek. red bloomed on both of your cheeks as you hurriedly gave him space, his eye twitching as he stood there flustered.

“th-the hell was that?!”

“u-uh, sorry, i-i don’t know what came over me.” you smiled meekly at the blond.

“if you’re gonna kiss me, you better fuckin’ do it for real.”

“what--” you were interrupted when his lips crashed down on yours, a surge of electricity running through your body. you’ve heard how magical your first kiss with your soulmate was supposed to be, but this seemed like it was something else entirely. your quirk had seemed to activate itself as you started to hover with your soulmate, your feet a few inches off the ground, soft light glowing around your form.

“no pda in the hallways.” aizawa stared in disdain at the two of you hovering in the hall, catching two of his students in a liplock.

the two of you landed on your feet, a bit starstruck from the kiss. bakugou recovered the quickest, as he was the one to land straight onto his ass. you apologized and helped him up, a few curses hurled your way for dropping him. while you were the one to stand there with a sheepish grin, he didn’t seem one bit guilty as aizawa stared at the two of you.

“sorry, sir.”

you briefly caught bakugou muttering, “i’m not,” before aizawa gave you a small reminding of the rules and went off back to the classroom.

“so, where were we?”

“we literally just got lectured.”

“he said not in the hallways, idiot.”

“what are you suggesting?”

“i know of an empty rooftop.”

“lead the way.”

...

i hope this is okay! wasn’t too sure where my writing was leading me, but here we are! you can find my masterlist here, and request here.

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abutterflyscribbles · 5 years

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Tiny People in Jars AU: Part 11

*shows up to class a year late with new antidepressants* Thank you for your patience. If you like this story plz reblog and comment!

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/Nine/Ten/Ao3

Marianne was known in her family for giving in to impulse. 'Known' as in 'infamous' and 'notorious'. Her brothers had build up an extensive vocabulary about it over the years. Her mother usually just said something along the lines of: “Please next time think twice about punching a goat for nipping your brother's hand.”

In her own defense Marianne usually spotted the flaw in her plans about halfway through enacting them. Unfortunately momentum would have built up too strongly to stop at that point, but it was the split-second rethinking that counted. Another point of defense was that the outcome of her heedless actions were sometimes not bad at all. For instance, she gave a lot more compliments and hugs than she would have if she gave herself time to think.

But sometimes . . . sometimes there was really no defense for her idiocy.

She had run through the standard list of justifications at least twice that day already. It had been a long day. She was hungover. She had been zapped with a shrink ray. It had really been the absolute worst day of her life up to date and she very much hoped that no day after would come close to beating the record that had been set. Marianne had been having so many feelings and all of them were bad. When a good feeling flitted by she grabbed at it with both hands.

It was a mistake.

A horrible mistake.

Even considering her impulsive nature Marianne couldn't understand why she had done it. How she could have even brought herself to consider it. The warmth buoying up her heavy heart turned to a chill and her skin crawled with it. Her lips had brushed rough, dirty knuckles . . . too close to deadly black claws that could rip valleys into her skin . . . Her head was bent underneath that face . . . that face . . .

Marianne was afraid.

She was disgusted.

She'd kissed his hand.

That she was even touching . . . a goblin! A thing! Some sort of insect that scuttled around in the dark, in the dirt. The king of this whole, horrible kingdom tucked in a mucky little corner of her backyard like the beginning of rot. Everything it touched would decay with it . . . she was touching it . . . she had chosen to come close, wanted to. She couldn't think why.

Marianne's hand was the one shaking now. Shaking too hard to let go of his hand. Its hand. It wasn't a human hand. It wasn't a person's hand. She'd put herself at the mercy of this thing that could lash out at her like a frightened animal. The wings seized up under the wrinkle, urging her to fly away before it struck.

The hand twitched underneath Marianne's.

The tiny movement broke the tight wire of tension holding her still.

Marianne screamed.

She shoved Bog away and he smacked his head on the back of his throne.

The horror and disgust disappeared like the dark when someone snaps on a lamp. Bog ceased to be an inhuman terror and instead looked almost comically bewildered.

“You . . . you charmed me!” Marianne said. She was shaking all over. Her skin was crawling, like it had when Bog dolled himself up as a cicada to demonstrate how glamor worked, but a hundred thousand times worse.

Bog cradled his hand to his chest and looked aghast.

“If you didn't want me to--” Marianne stopped before her voice could crack. More feelings. She was just wallowing in feelings today, she'd like to take a break. Of course Bog wouldn't want her within ten yards of him. She was just a doctor's signature away from being officially certifiable. Being locked up would have been a relief. She couldn't do anything stupid in a nice comfy padded room.

“There are easier ways to let a girl down.” She said with forced cheerfulness, starting to pace up and down the dais. “My bad. Got my signals crossed. Is there a penalty for getting too familiar with the king of the goblins? All offenders tossed in the bog--?”

Bog's face remained a shocked blank. He didn't seem to be hearing a word Marianne was saying. She wished he would just flip a table or kick over a chair, anything but having him keep staring at her in the weird way. Regret and embarrassment circled back into anger.

“I mean . . . what the heck, Bog? I've had enough of people messing around in my head lately I don't need you going all creepy-crawly cicada on me, you dumb stump. Use your words. Say 'no'. Tell me I'm a crazy human that you can't wait to see the back of, just . . . say something!”

“I had no one to teach me glamor.”

Marianne stopped pacing. The hushed, tentative non sequitur paired with Bog's pale, blank face . . . it almost added up to a sort of air of . . . fear. “I'm . . . sorry?” She prompted, squinting at him uncertainly.

Bog made a valiant effort to look smaller. He was so low in his seat Marianne thought he might slip right off it. “I—the rules, the workings, I had to puzzle it out with no instruction. There was no one who had particular skill, just the instinctive use . . . My control is not always . . . perfect . . .”

“Not catching your drift, your creepy-crawly-ness.”

“You . . . startled me.”

“I startled you?”

Bog mustered up a scowl. He looked a little sulky. “You overstep, with your teasing.”

“Teasing?!”

“It was instinct! I wasn't charming you--”

“You can say that again!”

“Truly, I am sorry, but why would you do that?”

Bog had stood up and circled Marianne to descend a step or two so he didn't have to stoop so far to not look her in the eye. She barely kept herself from pinching his stupid, spiky chin and making him look at her. Hot and cold waves of embarrassment flushed her face and made her toes curl up inside her boots. Bog had been the one nice thing in the whole miserable day and she had gone and ruined it.

“Why shouldn't I?” Marianne folded her arms.

Bog fluttered his hand toward his face in a helpless little gesture. “Because . . . because look at me!”

“You've got pretty eyes.” Marianne muttered, knowing she sounded very sulky. She wondered if it was too soon to hiding a corner and cry again. She'd sworn off love, romance, the whole shebang, only to fall for the first set of sympathetic eyes to get stuck in the fly paper. Was this rebounding? She'd never broken off a relationship as dramatically as she had with Roland. Was she flirting now just to prove she didn't care?

Bog went very pink and confused in the face. “Stop—stop playing with me!”

“Look, just say you're not interested, thanks for asking, have a nice day.”

“I--” Bog dragged his hand down his face. He mumbled something that might have been a plea for the sweet release of death.

Bog and Marianne fidgeted in awkward silence for awhile.

“You could have just said you weren't interested.” Marianne muttered again.

“I don't understand you. Not the slightest bit.”

“It's your fault for being stupidly nice and having illegally attractive eyes and profile. I . . . I have no filter left. This day has worn me right down to a nub of manic, uninhibited chaos.”

“Very apt.”

“So lemme just go ahead and say that you have been an absolute rock for me in this insane, world-changing, life-altering day, and how could a girl not fall for that, a little bit?”

Bog hunched his shoulders and twiddled his fingers. He didn't seem to have an immediate response.

Marianne went on, figuring she might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. “I like you. As a person. The rest—I don't know. Maybe I'm having so many emotions I'm getting them confused. And we're right in the middle of all this political drama and nobody needs my issues flung over everything any more than they already are. Besides, I got the message: you aren't interested. Understandable. Sorry to have troubled you. End of subject, shake hands and part as friends.”

Bog continued to fidget and looked like he was so awkward he was in pain. Marianne could relate to that. She'd run out of things to say that weren't lamer, less coherent repeats of everything she had said before. It didn't look like Bog would be chipping in any time soon either. It would have been a great time for something to burst in and break the tension with some urgent new subject of conversation. But fate wasn't smiling on either of them right then and the painful awkward gap in the conversation stretched on.

It had come to the point that Marianne was carefully considering the option of laying down on the floor and passing out for the rest of the night to avoid any further inconvenient feelings when, finally, a gaggle of goblins burst into the throne room. They were hooting and squawking in alarm. Bog and Marianne turned to them with great relief.

“The fairy army is at the bridge!” one of them said while the rest shouted variations on the same theme.

“Not the whole army.” Dawn flitted over the goblins, “it doesn't look bigger than a scouting force and most of them are elves.”

“Is Sunny back?” Marianne asked.

“No, I didn't see him.” Dawn landed, drooping. “No one has seen him.”

“So much for diplomacy,” Bog sighed, kicking away the broken practice stick and going to fetch his staff.

“Hold on, hold on!” Dawn flitted around in front of him, “No jumping to conclusions! It's small enough to just be an escort. That's not hostile, that's just royal.”

“Who's leading it?” Bog asked, curving out of the way of Dawn's earnest face.

Dawn twisted her fingers together. “. . . Roland.”

Bog growled.

“Where's a sword?” Marianne asked, “I need one that's not wooden and broken. Stout clubs are also acceptable.”

Dawn persisted. “Daddy doesn't know Roland is a two-timing toadstool! Not many people would want to go into the Dark Forest at night so if Roland volunteered there's really no reason why dad wouldn't let him. Diplomacy first, decapitation later, okay?”

“Fine.” Bog and Marianne said in unison.

“But if I see one pink sparkle--” Marianne said.

“If he's got the love potion--” Bog said.

“Then unless he immediately makes it clear he's returning it to you, Boggy, he's breaking your laws and you're justified to do whatever you see fit.” Dawn reassured him.

“How's the antidote coming?” Marianne asked when Griselda pattered by from a corner of the throne room that Marianne was fairly sure didn't have a door. She had a sudden fear that Griselda had been spying on them from the duel onward.

“Pah! Plum is still stalling! I'll wring it out of her, though, don't you worry. I hope my boy hasn't been being too rude to you this evening. He's shy.”

Marianne was then absolutely certain Griselda had been spying on them. It was the raspy whispered aside that confirmed it. It was just short of a nudge and a wink. Marianne bared her teeth in a strained smile. There really wasn't anything she could say without screaming.

Everything got busy at once and the walls were alive with goblins swarming through passages up above that Marianne hadn't been able to see earlier. She leaned on the throne and watched, feeling nervous. She still didn't know if the love potion was in play.

“Hey.”

Marianne started, surprised to find Bog at her elbow. She was sure he had just been across the room shouting at someone. But she hadn't been paying particular attention. She was too caught up in her worries and remains of embarrassment. “Yeah?”

Bog was looking less awkward. Probably because half his mind was on the kingly art of war and couldn't be devoted to being annoyed at manic fairy antics. “If he has the potion he won't get a chance to use it. Okay?”

It was a relief to see that she hadn't annoyed Bog past caring about her. “You're a rock star, Bog. I mean, thanks. I still want a sword, though.”

“I can accommodate that request. As well, I . . .”

“Yeah?”

“I . . . I never said I wasn't interested.”

Bog did a graceful little hop into the air and whizzed off to shout at the goblins some more, leaving Marianne behind to try and pick her jaw up off the floor while she blushed red right to the new tips of her ears.

#strange magic #spread the lofe #butterfly bog #potionless #fiery warrior princess #the bog king #king and queen of the dork forest #tiny people in jars au #strange magic tiny people in jars au #my fanfic #sparkle princess #chapter #fanfic

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I’m going to cry like hell when daenerys dies. And I’m saying when bc I’m almost 100% she will die. I hate the mad queen theory but I’m terrified of it happening. Why else would they bring up/allude to all the madness in s7. IMO nothing she even did constituted as madness but the show portrayed it that way. Plz ease my doubts!!! I need to know that d&d won’t destroy the strongest female character I’ve ever seen on my screen.

1) Dany could absolutely die. That’s true. But I feel like she won’t. She’s gotta have Jon’s baby after all. All the fighting will happen rather quickly after they arrive at White Harbor/and then Winterfell. So it seems unrealistic that her pregnancy would last the whole War for the Dawn.

I did read that weird “leak” on Reddit though about her being the Night Queen for all of like, five minutes and then magically growing a pregnant belly and then her and Jon dying/disappearing and a “glowing” baby being left in their place... That...would just be so silly. Like, what would make Dany and Jon’s baby so special? I mean, it holds sentimental value for the shippers, but logistically, there’s nothing really magical about it. Dany’s not barren. Jon’s not a fire wight. The baby wouldn’t be magical.

If anyone has magical blood, it’s Jon because he’s the only character on the show and in history, with Stark and Targaryen blood (yes, Dany has blood of the First Men but not Stark blood specifically). So if the story is gonna go the route of “magical baby”, it’s got to have to do with Jon alone. And though Dany is magical and fits all the criteria for Azor Ahai literally, there have been other Targaryens who have hatched dragons. So aside from the prophecies she fits, she’s not entirely special.

I do like the theories that the Prince That Was Promised and Azor Ahai are two different things, Jon being the PTWP and Dany being AA. That would work really well, though how it would play out, no idea.

2) Dany is not going to go mad. I’ve mentioned this many many times but no, not going to happen. The reason they mention it in S7 is because Daenerys is the only known Targaryen and as this is something that is sort of considered “commonly accepted” about Targaryens, people automatically want to apply that characteristic to her.

There have been other characters I would consider truly mad in the show/books and none of them are Targaryens: Cersei is 100% mad. You can’t take pleasure in watching thousands of people blow up without being mad, let’s be real. Ramsay was totally mad. He literally got off on hunting people with his hounds and he fed his lover’s body to his dogs because it was “good meat.” He’s fucking bonkers. Euron is certifiably mad. He cut out the tongues of his crewmen because he needed “silence”. He’s in cuckoo land. Lysa Arryn let her grown son nurse until he was like...what, 10? And she killed her husband and kinda tried to kill her niece all for her love of Petyr Baelish. She’s insane.

Does Daenerys act like those characters or do anything like those characters have done/strike you as someone who would do the things those characters have done? FUCK. NO.

So if we have only a small portion of Targaryens in history being what others consider “mad” and a handful of characters in the present being what people consider “mad”...then it seems totally inaccurate to consider madness as some identifier of Targaryens. Their “madness” is just more known and recorded because they were the ruling monarchs of Westeros. “Madness” among the other houses or even the common folk wouldn’t be well documented in history.

Of course with the war for Westeros, Cersei will use any means necessary to turn people against Dany, claiming she’s just as mad as Aerys II, talking about her burning hundreds of Meereenese “noblemen” - notice Cersei didn’t say “slavers who had just ordered the death of a hundred plus children to send a message to Daenerys”. Cersei’s arguments for Daenerys’ madness sound almost exactly like the antis here on Tumblr, don’t they?

I’ve said this before, but I’ll mention it again, if anyone thinks Daenerys was on some kind of “villain” path or “anti hero” storyline up through Season 7, that all ended when she joined forces with Jon and decided to help fight against the real enemy, the Night King. Who didn’t decide to join Jon to fight in the Great War? The real mad queen, Cersei Lannister.

D&D can be shit at handling characters and translating them from book to television, it’s true. And they may continue to play with the whole “Targaryen ruthlessness” thing they’ve built up for several seasons. We may even see a few Northern Lords executed next season. Though if something like that does happen, it won’t be without reason and Jon will be by Dany’s side because he named her his queen. I feel like someone like Glover could die. He’d open his mouth, say some stupid shit, refuse to fight alongside Daenerys and the Dothraki, say he’s going to take his troops and family back to Deepwood Motte, and then Jon/Dany would have to sentence him to death for disobeying orders, much like Jon beheaded Janos Slynt for insulting him and disobeying orders. That could very well happen. But again, it wouldn’t be unprompted.

All the political drama though, I think, will be over by the end of episode 1. They don’t have time to deal with the bullshit when they’ve got an army of deadmen coming for them all. They’ve got to wrap it up, get over it, and go fight.

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Kpop Bigger Tag!

Tagged by the lovely @monbebana 💕 thank you dear!!

1.) 5 favorite groups?

SHINee, CNBLUE, B.A.P, B1A4 and BOYFRIEND

2.) Top 5 on your bias list?

Key (SHINee), Kyuhyun (Super Junior), Daehyun (B.A.P), Sandeul(B1A4) and JR (NU'EST) [I did one member per group, or else they would all be SHINee]

3.) Ult Bias group and why you love them?

SHINee!! These boys have always brought me so much happiness through their music and by just being themselves. They were the first group that I really explored deeper discography-wise, and I fell in love with all of their music, they have never disappointed me. I love how they are not afraid to explore different music genres and yet still have that SHINee quality to them. Each album offers something new and exciting, and yet their older music stands up against time. Like I will honestly never get tired of listening to replay or love like oxygen. These boys work hard just like any other group, however I can really feel the heart they put into their work a bit more than others. And the fact that SHINee is a family devoted to each other, and that they are open and honest to shawols made me feel like SHINee world was a comforting and accepting place to be a part of. They have some of the nicest fans, and the boys themselves are some of the sweetest people I’ve ever seen. I love them so much and I cannot thank them enough for all the positivity they have given me.

4.) Ult Bias and why you love them?

Key!! One of my SHINee boys <3. When I first learned the members of SHINee, I had the hardest time with choosing a bias let me tell you. Ultimately, Key stole my heart. He has such a unique sense of humor that I really appreciate, that is straight forward and honest. Not only that, but he is not afraid to express himself whether it be through his extra-ness or even his fashion. He really puts himself out there with a confidence I wish I had. Key also has a kind heart and is not afraid to express his emotions as well, he looks out for his members and he cares about others. Not to mention that he donates money to provide art supplies to school children every year so that they can have an outlet in which to express themselves creatively. His voice is also very unique and the fact that he can rap and also sing is amazing to me (I would love to hear a solo song by him). Lastly, his smile always warms my heart and I love seeing him be happy as well as the other members.

5.) Favorite Kpop Meme

This is so hard! There are so many good kpop memes!! These are ones I use often in my friend group chat:

6.) Favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one)

How dare you make me pick only one! I have so many faves! Therefore I will cheat the system!

This is Key we're talking about here, so don't torture me with this 'pick only one' dare. He is very handsome and I'm gonna show it goddamn it!

7.) 5 Favorite Kpop MVs

Sherlock (SHINee), Rain (KNK), Fantasy (VIXX), Bounce (Boyfriend) and It’s Raining (Snuper). Bonus: Lilliliabbay (Seventeen Performance Unit).

8.) 10 Favorite Kpop songs?

[Not in any order + I’m limiting myself to one song per group]=> Rain (KNK), Fermate (B.A.P), Symptoms (SHINee), Witch (Boyfriend), Platonic Love (Snuper), Error (VIXX), Pray/I’ll be your man (BTOB), Crazy in Love (Seventeen), Only Learned Bad Things (B1A4) and Hello (NU'EST).

9.) Favorite Kpop crack video?

My best friend makes amazing Snuper videos, including snuper crack vids, check it out at @snupersstar for some quality content!

Also, the Gucci slippers SHINee crack video and the one for Jonghyun's solo debut part are also prime. The one that has voiceover and is basically just a lip-reading but the humor is so dry it's hilarious.

10.) Favorite content creator within the fandom?

I'm not really sure who all are content creators, but shoutout to all you content creators blogs! Thank you for keeping us updated! Honestly Tumblr is my main way to check in on my kpop groups, that's how I found out SHINee was coming to America for SWV and I was able to go see them live since I found out ahead of time, thank you!!

11.) What fandoms would you say you’re an active member of?

Shawols/SHINee world (SHINee), Baby (B.A.P), Swing (Snuper), Bana (B1A4), Monbebe (Monsta X), Tinkerbell (KNK) and Carat (Seventeen).

[I’m basing this on how up to date I am on each group, although I love a lot of groups]

12.) Take your top 3 biases- fmk

F - Daehyun

Marry - Key

Kill with kindness - I’d kill Kyuhyun with a bear hug but please don’t actually kill him

13.) If you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose?

Minho (SHINee), Sandeul, Minhyuk (Monsta X), DK/Vernon/Seungkwan (Seventeen bros), Sangho/Sebin/Woosung (Snuper). I find this question hilarious since me and my best friend talk about this a lot hahaha.

14.) If you could date any idol, who?

Um, obviously I'd date all Six of my boyfriends!

Hahaha, just kidding although I do love Boyfriend. I'd probs say Jihun from KNK so that he doesn't have to go to restaurants alone, because it was his one fear that they made him face on a TV show and let's be honest no one likes to be alone. Plus when it comes to Jihun, I would do anything for that boy. (I'm super Jihun bias that it's not even funny)

15.) What’s one Kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

Sherlock/Everybody (SHINee), Noir/Carnival (B.A.P), Blueming (CNBLUE), Gravity Completed (KNK), A1 sauce (Seventeen), Meteor/Rain of mind (SNUPER), Janus/Witch (Boyfriend) and Rebirth (NU'EST).

16.) Are you a soft or a hard stan?

Both, though more-so soft stan because I like to live thanks. (Although a sharply dressed person in a nice suit or even leather jackets are my weakness)

17.) An idol that makes you go into soft mode?

Sangho (my ultimate son), I honestly love soft Sangho 10/10 would recommend. Honorable mention: Minhyuk from (Monsta x).

18.) An idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

Anyone who is in violation with the CAA cops, being rude, lookin at you Wonho (monsta x) and even you Ooon (halo)!! 👀👀

19.) Favorite vocalist?

Kyuhyun, Sandeul, Jonghyun (SHINee), Taemin, Daehyun, Suhyun, Sunmi and Ailee.

20.) Favorite Rapper?

Key, Minho, Ravi, Yongguk, Zelo, Baro, Taewoong+Sebin, Peniel+Minhyuk, Jooheon+I.M, Hyuna and Amber (my queen).

21.) Favorite dancer?

Taemin, Jihun, Sangho, Zelo+Jongup, Hoshi+Dino, N, Hyungwon and Sunmi.

22.) Things you have in common with your ult?

love for shoes/clothes, loves dogs, afraid of heights and loves ketchup/food in general.

23.) The most beautiful trait any idol can have?

Humble & Respectful. <= Agreed (but also I have found a trend within my bias list, most of my biases are loud children of their respective group or they are the leader of their respective group.)

24.) Songs that will always make you jam along?

Baby Good Night, Baby I’m Sorry, Solo Day (B1A4) Platonic Love, Back Hug, It’s raining, Shall We Dance (Snuper), Stuck, Jealousy, Hero, Dramarama (Monsta X), BANG BANG BANG (BIGBANG), Hello, Hello (B.I.G), Lucifer, Ring Ding Dong, Sherlock, Everybody, Like a fire, Perfect 10, Stranger (SHINee), U, Knock (KNK), Plz don’t be sad, Could be better (Hig5lig5t), Runaway, Gorilla, Shine (Pentagon), Crazy, Hate (4MINUTE), Gashini (Sunmi), Something (Girl's day), Electric Shock (f(x)). Clap, Trauma, Change up, Lilliabbay, Don't wanna cry, Crazy in love (Seventeen). Honestly I could keep going!

25.) Your worst wrecker?

Jonghyun will always be my ult. bias wrecker. However, Mr.Sadman (Hyungwon) will also forever be a bias wrecker. Donghyun from Boyfriend also completely biased wrecked me into becoming my second bias in Boyfriend.

26.) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to?

B1A4 four nights (NYC 2017), B.A.P Party Baby (NYC 2017), SHINee World V (Dallas 2017) and KCON (Newark 2017).

This year I have tickets to go to KCON (Newark) and Monsta x: The Connect (Newark)!!

27.) Favorite choreo?

Definitely It's Raining by Snuper has to be up there, due to the footwork alone. Also U by KNK because it kills me everytime (Jihun is in his element and out to kill). And pretty much all of SHINee's choreography (though Lucifer and everybody choreo is legendary). Also I love the collab song between NU'EST W and Seventeen, Heaven, it's choreography is ridiculous and amazing. Also, Lilliabbay by Seventeen's performance unit is a work of art. Plus Pentagon's funny choreography for Shine gives me life.

28.) Favorite live performance?

SHINee: Almost any Tokyo dome performance, Odd eye live (the one with key's eye patch), Symptoms live, Selene 6.23 live and honestly tell me what to do live with all the members wearing chokers. Also taemin's sayonara hitori hit the stage with koharu.

KNK: Angel heart live, Rain (the live perf. with the cool laser lights as the rain)

SNUPER: Platonic love in the 80s outfits live, You=Heaven perf. with the sailor uniforms (Sangho is so soft), Almost every it's raining performance, every Tulips live too

B.A.P: That single One Shot performance where Daehyun goes insane during his high notes

VIXX: Havana performance, nuff said.

NU'EST W+Seventeen: Heaven (their dance practice is really good too), also I'm a sucker for crazy in love performances.

29.) Favorite debut mv?

SHINee (Replay), B.A.P (Warrior), NU’EST (Face), EXO (Mama), Knock (KNK) and Snuper (Shall we Dance).

30.) Recommend a rookie group!

ROOKIE TRINITY! KNK, SNUPER and ASTRO!!

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

💕 KNK: Sun, Moon, Star 💕

32.) Tag some cute mutuals you’d like to get to know better (and to do this challenge)!

@snupersstar , @wishfulunicorns , @1991shinwoo and anyone else who wants to do this!! I'm sorry for writing an essay ;_;

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