#n the rest is just. pointless filler. i mean. did we really need to learn more about fucking nigel of all characters

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for all my grievances with tangled the series, one thing i cannot criticize them for is their songs, i mean, sure, not all of them make sense in context (let me make you proud comes to mind), the songs are spectacular, from the vocals to the instrumental, all of them are a joy to listen to, whether they are just incredibly goofy, like the buddy song, to heartbreaking, like waiting in the wings, whether its a solo, a duet or a group, they are wonderful to listen to

#i like the show. dont get me wrong. #though i cant deny there are a lot of flaws to the series n character n story decisions that dont make sense n infuriate me #and i will say imo season 1 is where its at its best. although yes flaws are present they dont. idk. ruin the season for me #but i cant say the same for the later two seasons. i mean. i had fun with s2 n liked the new characters but. a lot of it again imo is fille #but s3 is the worst imo cause the stakes are so high but they spend like 2-4 episodes actually on the main plot #n the rest is just. pointless filler. i mean. did we really need to learn more about fucking nigel of all characters #n i will say i am not a fan of cass' arch at all. i liked her in the first season n most of the second season but s3 just. ruins her for me #i also dont like how they treated euguene most of the time. he deserved to be treated better. he was the other main character in the movie #he deserved to be treated better not put in the back so as not to outshine cass n rapunzel's relationship #cassunzel this it not a critique of you. i liked the ship in the beginning to n i love the poly of cass rapunzel n euguene #n you can ship them to your hearts content. im just annoyed at the disrespect of euguene lol #can you tell that im passionate about the show. i mean. the potential was there but. they didn't do nothing with it. #im upset it couldnt be better lol #anyway what was i talking about #right the songs. the songs are spectacular (despite almost all of them not making sense in the context of the shows) #n are a joy to listen to. i love them all so much that i dont think there's any i dislike really. the songs are so so good #n are really fun to listen to. its one of the things that i can never fault the show for. they're wonderful n everyone should listen to the #even if you havent watched the show lol they're great #tangled the series #tts #strawberry speaks

[therookiewriterhere]

Changes-Chapter 7

"College," Harry stretches; his head now rests on Peter's shoulder. "What good is it for?"

"A lot of things, actually. To me, it shows how intelligent, hard-working, and a go-getter you are."

"Thanks, babe." Harry blow Peter a kiss. Who still does that Romeo shit? "Guess who I saw last night?"

"Let me guess." Peter rolls his eyes before he states the name. "Ryan Reynolds?"

"Who?" Harry shakes his head. "No! Someone real! That cute blonde girl you like."

The image of Gwen causes Peter to choke. Harry slaps Peter on the back. 

"You do like her? Don't deny it. I just know!"

"How?" Peter squeaks.

"How?" Harry smirks. "You are a book: easy to read and deeper than most people know."

"So why did you bring her up?"

"She was in the tour. She will attend ESU too."

"No way!"

"Bad news for you, Peter. Turns out she is with an older man." Harry huffs. "Lucky bastard."

"I think Gwen is her name." Peter shyly admits.

"No. I think it was Mary Jane."

"Mary Jane? No way. That blonde server had one name."

"I am sure it is Mary Jane."

"That's a name for redheads!"

"No. That girl was definitely blonde."

Speaking of her, the blonde girl happens to file her nails at this very moment. She is also in Norman's office. Norman's face fumes with rage. 

"You didn't do anything about Spider-Man?" Norman shouts. "You were the perfect double agent!"

Wanda crosses her arms. "Spider-Man covers his tracks well!"

"You couldn't flash him or something?" 

Wanda drops her mouth open. "And lose my civilian job?" Wanda raises her middle finger at Norman. 

"Gwen is a stupid name you picked too. Sounds like a bitch who would secretly have twins with an older tycoon guy and get killed by him so she doesn't get his fortune."

"You got a better plan?"

"Nope. I stopped having fun 3 chapters ago."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I know someone who could probably do the job better." Wanda hands Norman a card. "Give him a try." 

"How do you know this guy will find information on Spider-Man?"

"It is better than what you have planned right?"

"Right." Norman pauses. "I'll set up an interview with him."

"I'd love to stay, but I got my own problems." Wanda teleports away. Who knows when we will see her again.

Deadpool heads toward Oscorp. He crumbles the smelly hipster note and groans. Deadpool looks around at the building, a horrible feeling development in his gut  He makes a mental reminder to kill that hispter for this vague plot development.

'This Oscorp office looks like an evil lair.'

'Not very homey.'

"And this is where I come in?" Deadpool spins in the swivel chair. "You need someone to get the job right?"

"Yes. I heard you are one of the best."

"And who is the fucker you want me to take out?"

Deadpool hands Writer the stolen notes right under the table. With a sneer, Writer snatches the notes out of his filthy hand. Writer clutches its new notebook. Deadpool peeks over his shoulder. When he does, Deadpool howls in laughter.

Writer raised an eyebrow at such reaction.

"I love you!" Deadpool howls louder. He kisses the Writer's head. "Just this second! Keep writing!"

Now that plot twist is out of the way, let's see how Peter took the news.

Peter sips his water. "Typical Parker luck."

"You can't help what happens in life. Sometimes what you planned out wouldn't work out once you go through with it." Harry adjusts Peter's glasses. "Now I have you all to myself." 

"Is that why you bought me whatever I want today?"

"Does it help you ease the pain?"

"Come on, Harry." Peter chuckles. "I barely know her."

"Well, excuse me, princess." Harry chuckles. "Anything interesting happened to you lately?"

"Define interesting." 

Harry enters the word in his phone. "Interesting: arousing curiousity or interest; holding of catching the attention."

"I didn't mean it literally!" Peter playfully punches Harry in the shoulder. "You're so funny!"

'Is that what he calls it?' Voice 1 says. Wait a minute, Writer notes to itself. Isn't it Spider-Man who has that tracker? Writer checks frantically again.

"I have to ask you something, Harry."  

"Yes! I will go the prom with you!" 

"What a joker." Peter grins.

"Okay. What is it?"

"How did you know you were interested in guys?"

"Did you think I choose to like both guys and girls?" Harry raises an eyebrow. "It's not like I am some sitcom character in a love triangle. Or a badly written fanficton."

"N-No. I just need some closure." 

"Of course." Harry puts his arm on his shoulder. "I think I always knew."

"Always knew?"

"Yeah. But I finally admitted it to myself when I enter college. You learn a lot about yourself when you go to college."

"And how exactly did you find out?"

Harry shakes his head, gritting his teeth and holding back tears. "This is the first time any guy asked me that! Most of them just suck dick now and ask questions later."

Peter only takes another sip of water to hide his fidgets. He asks cooly. "Sorry you had such bad luck."

"It's not like your Parker luck rubbed off before me or something."

"Are you too scared to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

Harry makes strong eye contact with Peter. "Why do you want to know so badly? Are you scared?"

"No. I,"

"Because I am older than you. So of course, I had others. That doesn't mean my feelings for you aren't strong. I just want to make that clear to you."

"This is about me. I," Peter adjusts his glasses.

"Kissed a guy? And enjoyed it?"

Peter nods. "How did you guess? Are you spying on me?"

Harry gives a sexy smirk. "I was once you. 18, fresh out of high school, played some beer pong, kissed a guy, enjoyed it completely sober."

Deadpool yawns. "Can you do me a solid, you useless hipster writer thing? Wanna hack into Spidey's phone?"

'Pocket dial would be more logical.'

'Great idea! But how will we do that? Does it happen?'

Oh. It happens. And it will. Huh. Deadpool has a Manhatten area code. Never would of guessed. Looks like the number in the notes is completely useless. Good thing I forgot what it is. That hamster ringtone. Inside joke, sorry.

"Hold on, Hipster. I got a call from Baby Boy."

As the pretentious bastard rubs its hands together, it is about to say something. 

"Shut up. I know just what to say."

Peter slips his cellphone out of his pocket to check the time. To his horror, his phone dialed a "random" number. 

"Hello, Baby boy!"

Peter lets out a gasp. Dramatic enough for Harry to notice.

"Is that the guy you were talking about?" Harry whispers in Peter's ear. 

"You saved my number! I never would have guessed!" Deadpool attempts to make a joke. 

"I must have called you by mistake. Pocket dial or whatever it's called."

"Mistake?" Deadpool stretches out his leg much to Writer's horror. What guy can raise his leg so high? "Are you trying to tease me?"

Peter holds up his index finger towards Harry. He starts to walk to the bathroom. "Just my luck for this to happen."

"Did you miss me? I missed you so much."

"Already."

"Already."

"I don't know what to say."

"You can say my name."

Peter chokes on his tongue. "What kind of request is that?" 

"I just get off by the sound of your voice screaming my name until the end of time."

The Writer, for once, has a sense of humor. It punches Deadpool in the shoulder with a big smile on its face. It nearly dies from laughter. But it can't because that is against wingman rules. 

'We are naughty boys, yes we are.'

At this point, this is a sitcom! With some version of an ongoing plot. Think about it. Or some anime. There is barely anything to write. Someone help me. Look at all the lovely, pointless filler. 

Most readers can obviously tell and this is what makes this fanfiction so sad.

All because we hate to read what goes on in Spider-Man's thoughts! Didn't you notice that we mostly saw Deadpool's mindset so far? Stop it. Stop it, you sadistic bastard! No, you calm down!

"Baby boy?" Deadpool's voice cracks. His mind begins to think the worst. What is happening right niw?

Nothing. That is what Spider-Man always does: nothing. This might have broke Deadpool. Just a little. And endless frustration to the Writer. Deadpool doesn't need a wingman because of his fucking ugliness, it is because Spider-Man is too much of an emotional coward to go through with romance. This is slowly killing me. But the amazing Deadpool doesn't give up easily."

"Don't make me sing." Deadpool teases.

"Oh, pickles. Please don't sing."

"You must really want my sexy singing, baby boy."

'We don't know what to do anymore!'

'Why are we even doing all of the work?" 

'Maybe we should sing! Even if we sound like a dying goat!'

'Anything to get Spider-Man to say our name.'

Oh God, even the voices are freaking out. Nothing could make this any better. 

"Deadpool?" Writer fearfully glances at Deadpool. 

"Friendly neighborhood Spider-man." Deadpool whispers soft. Even the voices in his head could barely hear. 

Am I the only one who thinks of Mr. Rogers when ya hear that? The image of that.

Forget about the song. It's funnier with the song. Spider-Man enters in your house. He changes his clothes to put on more clothes. He switches his funny looking old man shoes to even funnier looking elf shoes. 

Oh. Look at that. Deadpool is on a swing while he dons a dress and a bonnet.

Did I ever mention I wanted my notes back? Did we ever write that Deadpool handed the notebook back? Because all I see is this one sentence. That's all the notebook says. It's full but it only has one thing in it. It scares me. A lot.  

It only says this.

All work and no play makes Deadpool a dull boy. 

Don't ask why. It is just scary. 

'Deadpool.' Peter thinks in his head. 

'Deadpool.' His worry makes the fear even worse.

'SAY SOMETHING.' The voices cry. To Peter, not Wade. Despite that they are in Deadpool's head.

"If I know your real name, it would be easier!" Peter cries.

"I think he's ready to crack.' Voice 1 says 

"I think we got him to fall in love with us.' says Voice 2.

Why is there another random transition? Fuck! Deadpool's mindset is a mess. That song. Oh no. Deadpool thinks this is like the Mickey Mouse musical where the girl has gotta go her own way.

Writer smacks Deadpool in the head. Blood gushes from his head from the impact. All this does is make Deadpool cry. Not even manly tears. This is hard to stomach. 

"All I wanted was a loving relationship!" Deadpool cries to Writer. Peter also happens to hear Deadpool's tears Deadpool cries harder. 

"But you can't even give me that! Here I thought was something amazing happening and all I do is fuck it up, right?"

"Deadpool!" Peter finally says his name. "Please don't cry."

"Yeah, you look even uglier when you do." Writer whispers that only Deadpool can hear.

"Are you okay? Are you still there?" 

"My name is Wade."

"Huh?"

"My name is Wade, baby boy."

"Wade? Why does that sound familiar? Hah. Sounds like Slade."

"Funny!" Deadpool says with sarcasm. "Never heard that shit before. Insert sarcastic wit here. I wanna know. What's your name?"

"Do I have to say it?"

"I said it first."

"My name is Martin." Writer shares.

"Martin? I thought it was Wade!"

'This is going nowhere.' The completely done voices say. 

"Let me guess! Harry, Flash, Martin, Edward, Christian, Homer, Eric, Aladdin, Ferris, Cameron, Leo, Mickey, Donald, Donny, Mikey, Raphel, Cartman, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Tony, Bruce, Clark, Peter. Am I hitting the ballpark?"

"You got mine." Writer says under his breath.

"You're a stalker, Wade"

"And you're a dork!"

Peter nervously laughs. "I am not a dork! I can be cool!"

"Uh huh. That little piggy snort that is your laugh will get my dick wet and hard. Spider-Hamm really gets me off."

"Oh yeah! Well, I don't like your shoes."

"What's wrong with my shoes?"

"They look like you stole them from Claire's."

Writer falls from its seat. Its face turns completely pink. A huge smile is glued to its face. Sick burn. What will Deadpool say next?

"Deadpool, are you watching Peanuts?"

"Why?"

"I can hear Snoopy laugh for some reason. Is your TV broken too?"

"Yeah." Deadpool smacks Writer's head in vain. "He's a cute little dog. Anyway, if you're free, do you want to hang out later?"

"Hang out? With you?"

"It's too late to say we're not dating. We kissed and held hands and cuddle. But in your case, it doesn't have to be a date."

"What makes you say that? What's wrong with a date with me?" 

"Ah, to be young again. I know that you're not ready for a relationship."

"I can handle a relationship! I am smarter than most 18 year olds I know." 

"You have school, duties, family, and other things more important than me. I understand."

'what are we doing?' says one voice.

'Reverse psychology.' says two voice.

"You think you can make my decisions for me?"

"I never said that."

"If I want to end things with you, I will tell you myself! I don't need to make you figure it out!"

"What's the holdup?" Harry walks in the bathroom.

Writer cheers in anticipation. Not that anyone can hear it. 

"Baby boy, who is there?"

Writers cheers louder. Still nobody can hear it. Or didn't notice.

'Drama!'

'Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!'

"N-Nothing! I'll be right there!"

"Everyone can hear you outside with the door closed."

"Sorry."

"You're mean!" Deadpoool shouts. "Are you cheating on me? If you are, I'll break his legs!"

"No, you won't!"

"You're right! I'll chop off his dick and nail it on the ceiling!!"

"Are you insane?"

"What do you think?"

"Douchepool," Writer rolls its eyes. "Do you ever think before you say anything?"

"You accuse me of cheating? Yeah, you love me so much, alright. I bet you say that to everyone you meet!"

"Baby boy, why the fuck are we even fighting?"

"Why do you think we are fighting?"

"We're not suppose to fight until 3 weeks in a relationship!"

"We're not even a couple!" 

"And why do you say we're not? Is it because I haven't sucked your dick yet?"

"And another thing, stop telling everyone we are a couple! It is getting on my nerves!"

"All the bad guys think we're a couple! So that should say something to you, Baby boy!"

"We are not a couple. We are not dating. We have never dated. And we are never, ever going to be in a relationship! I know you and I know you will never change your disgusting ways!"

"Why?" Deadpool's voice breaks.

"Because!"

"No! Why do you say that? After everything you told me?"

Writer shrugs its shoulders.

"You say that you want to help me be a hero, that I'm amazing, and I am the only person who is on your side! Nobody gives a fuck about your side of the story! If anyone has ever been there for you, it is me!"

"Who are you to say what I've been through?"

"And who are you to say that I will never change?"

"What made you crack? Jealous that I am such a stud?"

"Stud? You? With that baby face! With that gap between your teeth? You must be dreaming!"

"Like you are all that!"

"You're the one that chased me for the past 2 years! So I must be somewhat of a stud."

"Maybe I just have shitty taste!"

"Wow! I never would have guessed!"

"Baby boy, you just insulted yourself."

Harry softly sighs upon hearing the commotion. "Poor Peter. Into that drama."

"You!" Deadpool strangles Writer. "This is your fault!"

"How is it my fault?" Peter asks.

"Was everything a lie? Were you just toying with my emotions?"

"Who are you to say-" Peter stammers.

"Am I just your doll that you play with and throw away the next day? Do you get off on giving me hope?"

"What are you talking about? Listen to me right now, Wade." Peter shouts. "You're the one that plays with my heart! Play Romeo. You think you're that all just because a few people say you are!"

"Oh, I can't get a little jealous? If I ran to my ex, you'd swing your way and stare out the window."

Is it too late to give up? Should we just let them be?

"He's just a friend!"

"What kind of friend talks like that?"

"Like what?"

"I heard how he flirts with you! Don't tell me you're that fucking dumb!"

'Boy. That escalted quickly.'

'I thought they'd be a happier couple.'

"You're just jealous!" 

"What's wrong with being jealous?"

"From your tone, I think you are going to break in my house and kill me!"

"I would never do that to you!"

"What makes me so special? You'll do it to anyone else, so you'll do it to me."

Deadpool grows speechless, stunned by the declaration. The only way he could get through to Peter is to open up. "Do you really want to know?" 

"What are you talking about?" 

"You're right, you know. I have done horrible things. I fit the criteria for a villian than a hero. But goddamn it, you make me want to be better."

"You can't expect me to believe that,"

"I'm not. I have my issues, and maybe everyone hates me." Deadpool begins to sob. "But if you believe in me, I will keep trying."

Deadpool gazes upon his Hello Kitty watch. "Sorry, baby boy. The interview starts soon. Can we talk later?" 

Peter hesitates at the possibility. Slowly, he gathers his thoughts together for an answer. There are two he can choose. One that is logical and cautious. The other that is reckless and emotional. The smart choice and the desirable choice. 

"Yes. Meet me on top of the roof above ESU. I can't wait to see you.

#spiderman #deadpool #spideypool #fanfiction #spideypool fanfic #therookiewriter #therookiewriterhere #changes chapter 7 #fanfic

[roh-tae]

Bound II

Featuring: Yongguk x Reader

A/N: wow the feedback I got on the first  part of this was amazing! So I’m definitely going to make this into a series for you all :)

You’d put Jae to bed before joining Yongguk in the living room. Surely he had plenty of questions for you, and you were hoping you were prepared.

”How old is he?”

“He’s three.”

The two of you just sat on opposite sides of the room, facing one another as Yongguk was still trying to wrap his head around things.

“I mean, did you not think I would have accepted it? That I would have left you and not wanted Jae or something?”

“No! That’s not it, I just, I didn’t want to be a distraction.”

He laughed softly as he shook his head. “Please, y/n, I would have loved to have had Jae as a distraction.” His voice trailed off as you saw his expression change. “When you left, I don’t think you know what that did to me y/n. I had no explanation, I was just told by the guys that you were gone and you were never coming back. You broke my heart y/n.”

As you listened to Yongguk, hearing the pain in his voice, you realized that though in the moment you thought leaving was what was best, you never thought about how it was going to effect him. You were selfish, plain and simple, and it hurt you to hear the pain you put him through.

“I tried, everyday, to think what I could have done to push you away. To push you to the point where you had to leave me forever. And no matter how hard I tried, I never came up with anything. And now, I find out why you left, and that I also now have a son. I mean, sorry if I’m so scatter brained, I just. I’ve missed out on so much in the last three years, and I’m trying my best to catch up as fast as I can.”

You took a deep breath, getting up to move closer to him. He was a bit caught of guard by you at first, but welcomed your company next to him on the couch.

“Okay, what do you want to know? I’ll try my best to catch you up on what you’ve missed.”

For the next hour or two, Yongguk asked any and all questions that came across his mind regarding your pregnancy and Jae. He’d learned about Jae’s love for dinosaurs, his peanut allergy, that his favorite color is red, and other random facts that seemed pointless to you, but Yongguk found important.

It had gotten late, and as much as you wanted to keep filling Yongguk in, it was time for him to go and you to get some sleep. He began walking towards the door, you following behind, but he stopped in his tracks.

“I know you two just got back, but, do you think I can officially meet him, sorry, Jae. I would like to meet Jae.”

This was why you came here, for them to meet. But as much as you wanted to just introduce them right now, you knew that wouldn’t be the best thing for Jae. What if he rejected Yongguk as his father? Then this move would have been for nothing?

“I don’t know, I’m not sure it’s best to come out and say it, I think we need to take things slow, because we need to have his best interest at heart and I just don’t want anything to go wrong, you know? Trust me, I want you to meet him, just not anytime soon. We can get together and talk about the best way to approach things, but for now,” you yawned as you looked at the clock on your stove, “I need some sleep, and I’m sure you do to, you must have something on the schedule for tomorrow.”

“Of course, the idol life never stops. Goodnight y/n.” He softly chuckled before giving you a smile and heading out the door.

“Goodnight Yongguk.”

As you shut the door, you rested your back against it and took a deep breath. Sure you coming back to Seoul was to finally introduce Yongguk and Jae, but you never would have imagine Yongguk showing up on your doorstep your first day back.

Another yawn escaped your lips, reminding you it was time to get some sleep. Before heading off to bed, you went in to check on Jae.

He was peacefully sleeping, holding onto his stuffed animal tight. You brushed some of his hair to the side as you leaned in kissing his forehead.

“I promise, soon you will meet your dad.”

Okay sorry if this sucks, I just re-wrote it like 7 times. But this is really more of a filler part before the more “interesting”(?) lol, things start happening/taking place? But I hope you still liked it? Maybe lol. I’m just really bad at writing filler chapters.

#b.a.p #b.a.p scenario #b.a.p yongguk #bang yongguk #yongguk scenario #bang yongguk scenario #b.a.p yongguk scenario #hotdamnhanbin