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[ ACT III: CURIOSITY AND THE CAT ]
spider-man! ethan landry x black cat! reader
#SYNOPSIS— having one (1) friend is making you a bit too soft to your liking, your dad is dead and you make too many jokes about it, and you need a new suture kit.
#CONTAINS— enemies to lovers, slowburn, antihero&vigilante reader, familial issues, implication of ptsd, gore, blood, murder, death, sexual/suggestive content (in other parts), reader is overly flirtatious
#AUTHORSNOTE— tumblr pls let me write on my phone and still be able to see the words i type thank you xx
ACT I, ACT II, ACT II
the doors to the police department flew open, nearly hitting some people who were exiting. ethan, eyes heavy with bags and hair tousled from being stuck in the mask all night, pushed past people who were waiting dutifully in front of the receptionists' desk, ignoring their protests and harsh exclaims.
the policeman sitting behind the desk didn't even seem fazed, only looking up at ethan boredly as he drawled, "sir, you're supposed to wait in line—"
"where's detective bailey?" ethan asked, eyes cold as he raised his head to peer deeper into the department. when no response was given quickly, he slammed his fist into the table. "where is he?!"
"ethan!" his head snapped towards his father's voice, his eyes welling in tears as he tried (and failed) to keep himself together. but seeing his father with no evident emotion on his face besides his red eyes, completely unlike how he was when richie died, ethan couldn't do it.
he walked up to his father, trying to push past him to make his way deeper into the department. "take me to where i can see her," he sniffed, shoving his father's hands away as he tried to stop him. "dad, i need to see her," he begged, shoving his father, hard, away from him. so hard, that he nearly was knocked off his feet, his face dropping at the sudden strength his youngest child exhibited.
but ethan was too focused on trying to find out where his sister's body was being kept to care.
two policemen came between him and the hallway deeper into the department, their hands hovering over their guns while another policeman grabbed ethan's arm, urging him to leave. he was crying now, just a mess of tears and healing bruises in the police department, but they didn't care.
"she's evidence, ethan. and they took me off the case—"
"she's my sister," he seethed, tears freely flowing down his face as he looked at his father in disbelief. nothing. ethan saw nothing in his face. "don't call her evidence. i need to see her," his voice cracked as he shoved himself away from the other policeman, reaching for his dad like he always did as a child. reaching for some reaction, something, anything, even the bare minimum, only to be shoved away and ignored. and this was no different, because even as he grabbed his arm and begged him to let him see his sister, to let him talk to her, to let him say goodbye, there was nothing.
"dad," ethan cried, reaching for his hand, only for him to move it away quickly. "dad, say something. please," he sniffed harshly, "i wasn't there—"
"and why weren't you?" the detective snapped, and ethan's face fell. "why weren't you there, ethan? what was so important that you weren't there?" his words became more accusatory by the second, and it suddenly felt like he was a child again, being yelled at for something that wasn't entirely his fault. "tell me!"
"i," ethan tried to force out, but the lump in his throat was too large. why wasn't he there? why didn't he make it on time? his dad was right. he had all the power in the world to be there in time, and yet he wasn't. "dad, please," he whispered, but his father was already walking away from him.
"you'll see her soon. but not now." he couldn't even look at him as he walked away, leaving his youngest standing alone in a waiting room full of people, tears dripping onto the tile.
"ethan?"
his head turned to the entrance, finding tara, sam, and chad all standing at the doorway. he couldn't even say a single word out, tears welling up in his eyes again as he tried to force out a sentence, a word, anything, but to no avail.
without another word, tara walked up to him and pulled him into a hug. ethan couldn't even bring himself to sob, only allowing the tears to fall freely as he felt the others' arms wrap around him. since then, he didn't utter a word. usually he had a hard time not speaking, but there was so much circling his head that he felt like he could say anything. he didn't have the energy to, so he sat in silence in the waiting room, waiting for the others to be done with their accounts.
tara was the first to come back. she seemed as shaken up as he was, her shaking hands shoved in her pockets as she walked to stand in front of ethan. she didn't say anything at first, as though she had been pondering her words before she spoke. "my friend drove us here. figured it'd be safer, even though the others don't really trust her."
ethan didn't look up, his eyes dead set on his lap. his hands were moving over each other, one over the other as though he was massaging them angrily. the massaging turned to picking at his hangnails for a moment, before returning to massaging. he was anxious; too many emotions and too much happening all at once.
it was a habit that had been going on for a long time, even when he was a kid. he was an anxious child; bullied for speaking too much and made fun of for being dorky, completely unlike his brother who was charming enough that people had actually liked him. but with his new powers that heightened his senses.. ethan found that when he was anxious, everything felt like overload. it all felt like too much.
"i need air," he murmured, standing up abruptly and moving past tara, ignoring her protests of, 'but it isn't safe!'
the cold night air hit his face, bringing a chill throughout his body that he would've found uncomfortable if he wasn't so desperate to be outside. ethan breathed in the air and let it freshen up his insides, trying to focus on the feeling of air expanding his lungs rather than the fact that his father blamed him for his sister's death.
the hairs on his neck stood up, making him immediately clench his fists and look around, walking a thin line between anger and fear as he looked for what had set off his senses in such a way.
you had been leaning against the side of the police department, obviously out of your element and only mildly perturbed by it. you didn't expect to settle into bed and have tara call you moments later, talking about the attack you had been in as well and how she'd rather get a ride from you rather than take the subway or walk. her reasoning made sense, but you didn't understand why she called you all of people. but sleep had been getting harder for you as the days passed, so you reluctantly agreed to bring her and her friend group to the department.
so you tried to seem as though you weren't uncomfortable loitering around the one place you had been avoiding for the majority of your life. but as you stared at the brunette who had been panicking not even a minute before he had seen you, you realized that maybe things weren't as bad for you as it was for him.
his eyes were red and his hands were repeatedly clenching and unclenching at his sides tightly. so tight, that you could see his knuckles pale despite the lack of light. he was looking at you, you realized, his huge puppy dog eyes glassy with tears and his brows furrowed as he raised a hand and quickly wiped away his tears.
you didn't say a word (you didn't even know him, what could have you said?), choosing to only tilt your head as you peered at his face.
he felt like you were studying him. taking in his features like a painting you'd stare at in a museum, studying the red of his eyes and the drip of his tears, the light dapple of freckles that had been fading due to the oncoming winter. he found himself swallowing down his need to cry so that he could force out a small, "what?" that sounded a lot less intimidating than he wanted it to sound.
"nothing," you said, and he was surprised to hear that your voice was so smooth. you were still looking at him though, probably coming up with your own judgement of him just by looking at his messed up state. you weren't, though— you were just trying to figure out whether you should show some simple human concern for once in your life.
but was some stranger worth it? in any other circumstance, the answer would’ve been simple, but there was something so familiar about the boy that it was
"you have a staring problem," ethan said defensively, facing away from you as he stared into the street.
"better than whatever's going on with you right now." the words fell from your mouth before you could stop them, the brutal honesty in that sentence taking even you aback by them. but they were out now, and you weren't the type to apologize for stuff you said.
you weren't the type. but as you stared holes into the back of his head, having a moral battle over some dude, you found yourself saying a quick, "sorry," that made you feel like you were suddenly naked out in the streets of new york.
“it’s fine. you’re probably right, anyways.” he sniffled, wiping the last bit of tears from his eyes. “i bet you’re having a hell of a better time than i am.”
you took in his words as you shoved yourself off the side of the building, walking ahead of you so that you stood horizontally from him. there was a distance between you both as you stood there, staring at the street. the silence wasn’t uncomfortable by any means, but the tension was making the air thick; the both of you were waiting for one of you to talk.
"my.. friend got attacked." this time you could feel his eyes on you, boring holes into your side profile as you avoided his gaze. "i had to pick her and her friends up. so, yeah, you're right," you sighed, and your breath came out in white steam, "my situation is probably better. doesn't mean i'm having a good time, though."
“there you are.”
you shut your mouth again at the sound of chad’s voice, turning to the others as they came exiting the station. you watched as chad looked at ethan concernedly, your eyebrows raising when you realized; he was one of tara's friends. that's why he looked so familiar.
you had never stayed around to see them for more than a few seconds. they were tara;s friends, not yours, and to simply linger as thy approached her after her singular lecture with you was far too weird for you. so you often kept your distance, choosing to walk away before she had the chance to introduce you, turning your back before they could ask you what your name was. having one person you considered a friend was dangerous enough in your line of work.
"you already met y/n," sam said to him, looking towards you with a tight lipped smile. "tara called her to drive us after—"
"after the attack, yeah," he was still looking at you with those doe eyes of his, taking in your seemingly nonchalant front. he wasn't blind to the feeling of familiarity he got when he saw you, but knowing now that you were one of tara's friends made sense. you were the girl they always saw walking out of psych lecture with her. "i'm ethan," he said, forcing a toothless smile.
"y/n." you nodded at him in acknowledgement before turning to the rest of the group. "where am i taking you guys?" you asked, starting to walk to your car, which was parked down the street.
"blackmore dorms," chad said, making you nod. "since the apartment is a no-go.. they can probably sleep in our dorm for a little bit, if that's okay," he glanced at ethan, who only nodded. "i'll bunk with ethan tonight, you two can sleep in my room," he said to tara and sam, who only nodded. both of them looked too beat up to even try and protest.
you walked up to your car— a black porsche carrera that your father had stolen before you were even born —unlocking it wordlessly.
"this is your car?" ethan couldn't help but ask, eyebrows raising at the sight of it. it was practically new despite its age, and the fact that you were a college student who casually owned a porsche was beyond him.
"that's what i said," chad said with a small chuckle, "what do your parents do again, y/n?"
"my dad's rotting dead 6 feet below," you responded dryly, unlocking the car for the rest of them and not even bothering to look at their reactions. when no laughs followed except for tara's amused snort, (tough crowd, you assumed), you peered at them with a cocked brow. "well? are we leaving?"
"right," chad mumbled, climbing into the backseat next to tara and sam while ethan took the passenger seat.
the ride to blackmore was quiet, the most of you far too focused on just getting home and sleeping. ethan's head rested on the window of your car, his eyes fluttering closed every once in a while as he struggled to stay awake. he was exhausted, having barely slept a wink between patrolling, school, and fighting off serial killers. his mind was far too focused on getting revenge on whoever killed his sister, but as he listened to the smooth hum of the car and the soft music that played through your radio, he found himself drifting off.
"did you talk to him for a little?" sam asked you from the backseat, and you nodded, your eyes still set on the road.
"yeah. granted, i didn't do much comforting. it's not really my forte, i guess." you sighed. "he seemed like in pretty bad shape."
"it was his sister," tara said softly, looking at ethan's sleeping face with empathy. "quinn. she didn't make it."
the rest of the ride was in silence.
he was jolted awake when his senses went off, sending that jolt of energy through his body and forcing his hand to grab your wrist before it could touch him. it looked like you were just trying to shake him awake, but as his hand wrapped around his wrist, you tore your hand away (with surprising strength) from his grasp.
"shit," you breathed, sending him a look as you tried to process what just happened. "your reflexes are crazy."
"sorry," ethan breathed, eyes traveling down to where your hands were, your other hand massaging your wrist as you stared at him. "i didn't bruise you, did i?"
"not in the way that i usually like," you grumbled, making a dusting of red appear over his cheeks. "it's fine, really. you're on edge."
"still," he mumbled, warily looking at your wrist. there wasn't a bruise forming, thankfully, but ethan often times found himself cautious of his own strength. he didn't want to accidentally hurt you just because he was anxious. "'m sorry anyways."
"it's okay. really."
a beat. "where did the others go?"
"they went ahead. tara 'n sam were tired so chad offered to bring them to your dorm while i woke you up." you shrugged, reclining your seat a bit as you unbuckled your seatbelt. your eyes drifted towards ethan, who was still sitting with his seatbelt, eyes staring holes into his lap. he seemed so far away, almost unreachable. "you don't have to go now," you found yourself saying, "take your time."
jesus, what was happening to you? first you get out of bed for a friend, now you found yourself telling some stranger to take their time with getting out of your car. you were losing minutes of sleep— you could be with your cats, and yet you were sitting in silence next to a boy you only knew the name of. the silence that should've felt uncomfortable simply.. didn't. the silence was comfortable; just two strangers sitting quietly alone in a car.
"okay," he glanced at you with a forced smile. "let's go."
you locked your car behind you as you walked next to ethan, digging your hands into the pockets of your pajamas. he seemed to be more tired than distressed as he trudged next to you, arms crossed over his chest. the night was cold and far more eerie; being attacked in the past hours would do that to you.
"do you live on campus?" ethan asked. he usually hated small talk, as he was one to never shut up to other people unless they were complete strangers. but he was silently thankful that you had been patient with him through the night, even letting him have a bit of time before he exited the car. he wasn't sure why he wanted to ask you questions.
maybe he was curious about you. maybe he wanted to know you.
"no," you replied smoothly, eyes set on the pavement ahead of you. "i have my own place."
"rich family?"
"yeah, their life insurance money was great," you lied in a monotone voice, eyebrows raising in surprise when you heard him stifle a chuckle. "i'm guessing you feeling a little better than before."
"arguably worse, actually," ethan said matter-of-factly, making you hum in response. "i think i'm just too tired to fully feel everything, y'know?"
"makes sense," you said, walking up to the entrance door and opening it with your card. "that's why we gotta get you into your dorm."
"but what about you?" you raised a brow at him as you shut the door behind you. ethan's brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of what he just said, having just blurted it out without another thought. "who'll bring you home?"
you blinked. "my car?" you couldn't decipher that look on his face, as though he was mentally turning over a plan around and around. for someone who seemed to always have something to say, he was suddenly rendered quiet. "are you worried about me?" your tone was teasing, but you were genuinely serious as you asked.
"i'm jus' worried about your safety, that's all!" his eyes widened in slight fear when your arms crossed over your chest, your eyes becoming more unsure by the second. "i mean, you can probably handle it on your own—"
"i can handle it on my own."
"but it's a murderer!" ethan exclaimed as he began to lead you to his dorm room. "you live alone, and no one watches over you— this sounds really bad and i'm sorry —but i don't know if you've watched horror movies, but that's basically how every single one starts!" a pause. "not that i'm saying you can't handle your own or anything!"
"may i remind you that you don't actually know me. we aren't friends." you said dryly, but even that didn't change his mind. you came to the conclusion then that he was far too stubborn for his own good. anxiety filled, almost too talkative, and closed off emotionally, but he was stubborn.
"that doesn't matter," ethan said with a shake of his head. he stopped in front of his dorm room door, looking at you with a worry ridden face. "do you," he swallowed thickly, "want to come in?"
"you already know the answer to that, eth."
"i know, but—" he looked at the warning look you had on your face. “fine. it was worth a shot." he stepped into his doorway, turning around to take the door. "good night, y/n."
"good night, ethan."
".. i went through their financial records dozens of times and this was not in any of them, it doesn't make sense," agent kirby grumbled, looking up warily at the fire escapes that hung over head. the alleyway was tucked away pretty well— you had only used it a few times when getting away, primarily because most of the police didn't even know the theatre nearby it existed.
"maybe you're just not that good at your job," you said under your breath.
"who brought little miss sunshine along?" kirby asked, sending you a warning look. you only gave her a sarcastic smile in response.
"i did," tara said as she walked next to sam. "she helped us last night."
that was an understatement. you consciously rubbed the bandage on your neck, which you had hidden under your jacket. you didn't want them thinking that you had gotten it because you had attacked them.
you had woken up to a text from tara asking if you wanted to come along and investigate. she was under the assumption that you wanted nothing to do with any of the murders, but you saw her invitation as an in. it'd allow you to be able to investigate from the inside, and truthfully, your curiosity was getting the best of you. you wanted to know who was behind everything.
“i told you that you didn’t have to come,” tara said pointedly, but you only shrugged in response, peering up at the spray painted killer on the brick wall.
“what else am i supposed to do nowadays?” you sighed, "helping you avoid murder feels just like another friday at this point." tara scoffed at your words, which made a downward smile appear on your face.
gale swiped her card down at the entrance way and opened it, allowing everyone to pile in. it was pitch black inside, lest and you found yourself gripping your bag tighter to your body, suddenly aware of the knife that was hidden inside of it.
if any one from the group saw it, they'd surely think that you were the murderer. if only they knew that you just liked being prepared.
"what is this place?" kirby asked, hand hovering over her gun as she looked around the dimly lit area.
"a movie theatre," you murmured, walking away from the group to explore further, until gale turned on the energy.
"how'd you know that?" mindy asked you cautiously, eyes furrowed as she looked you. of the entire group, she was the most distrustful of you (for good reason, honestly).
"new york born and raised," you responded with a shrug, "besides; my dad showed me once."
mindy clicked her tongue. "that's only mildly suspicious."
"can't even deny that," you muttered.
"but this place isn't just a movie theatre." gale weathers (who you had only ever seen from afar, as she was usually the one reporting all your burglaries) nodded over to the official entrance to the theatre, where some gears were turning as a run-down curtain was raised. "it's also a shrine."
you swallowed thickly as you entered, eyes widening at the sheer amount of all the souvenirs inside the rundown place. what once used to be a beautiful theatre was replaced by mannequins of outfits worn during the stab killings and glass cases full of what police would call evidence. knives of different variety, all still bloodied by their last victims, were posed proudly within the glass cases right next to sketches showing how they were used. drawings upon drawings of the survivors and legacy characters of the stab franchise was beside almost every item, and based off of the style, they were all from one person.
"they've got the whole god damn franchise," mindy said in shock, peering into one of the glass cases. her face fell when she saw the shirt on display, calling out, "chad," over her shoulder. as her twin walked up to her, she looked back at the black shirt. "this is uncle randy's," she breathed. "they've got everything."
you looked into one of the glass cases full of drawings of the original killers and original victims. they were all drawn with a meticulous hand; the artist was obsessed with them enough to be able to draw them repeatedly over and over. they studied their faces, from how they looked like when they were terrified all the way until their last breath.
"the same artist," you breathed, unaware that ethan had walked up next to you and looked into the same case.
"just one person." he seemed to be in deep thought, his brows furrowed as he stared at the artwork. "do you think one person's behind this?"
"god, no," you shook your head, "but i do think one person is more obsessed than the other. or at least, someone was." you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, watching as his tongue poked at his cheek as he read all the pieces of art.
you saw spider-man doing that once. you shook the thought out of your head as you focused your attention back on the evidence; you were sure that the masked hero would love to hear about this.
but as you stood next to the boy who was studying the artwork intently, a question popped into your head.
"so why are you here?" you asked him casually, crossing your arms over your chest. he turned to you, raising a brow at your sudden question.
ethan walked closer to you, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you suspiciously. "i could ask you the same thing."
"actually, tara—"
"it was so that we could keep an eye on you," chad interrupted, making the both of you snap your heads towards him. he managed a thin lipped smile, putting an arm onto one of the cases. "both of you."
mindy pointed two eyes at her eyes before pointing them at the both of you, her face nothing short of serious. if you weren't being suspected, you would've laughed.
"the killer must've found this place before he murdered jason and greg," gale explained, "and then he.. took the masks off the mannequins. all nine, from stuart and billie to amber and richie."
ethan swallowed thickly at the sound of his brother's name, turning away from the others as he tried to focus on something else. he could feel his father's eyes burn into the back of his skull. how convenient was it that he (and later, his family) moved to an entirely new state just to forget about his brother, only for it to bite him in the ass once he got here. he barely talked about his relation to his father to the others, much less the fact that they were all related to the killer who tried to kill them only a year prior. quinn and his father wanted to move on from richie too. at least, that was what they had told ethan.
"so somebody killed these chuckle fucks and took over?" chad asked, making you roll your eyes at the words he used.
"someone who believes that sam masterminded woodsboro," gal said with a nod.
"if this were a normal stab movie," mindy began, looking at all the cloaks that were left with no mask, "this would be the killer's lair."
"which means that this isn't a normal stab movie," you said with a sigh, "great."
tara's face was unreadable as she stared at the cloak labeled 'billy.' shaking her head, she turned around and left the theater without another word, sam following close behind her.
you sat alone at the edge of the stage, tapping your fingers on the wood as you let everyone figure out what the next move was. the sound of heavy footsteps made you look up, eyes narrowing when you saw detective bailey not too far from you, turning his head away from your vicinity. you couldn't tell whether he was staring at you or not, but there was an unsettling feeling in your chest that gave you enough of an answer.
you couldn't trust anyone.
they had dropped you off before they went on to their new plan. you claimed you had a lecture; and you technically did, but you never went to your lectures most of the time.
you gave them a fake address before walking home yourself. you didn't trust any of them— to casually give them your address was like a death wish. you knew better.
the black mask fit comfortably over your face as you pulled it over. while the others had their own plan, you had your own; you'd do some patrolling (jesus, who were you, spider-man?) and watch over them from afar. you were shoving a gun into your side before you heard someone knock on your bedroom window. immediately, you took out your gun and pointed it at the glass.
it was him. dressed in his suit as per usual, looking at you upside down. his mask was on half of his face, and he managed a toothy smile that made you roll your eyes in annoyance. shoving your gun back into your side pocket, you walked over to open the window for the hero.
"what did i say about friendly visits, spider?" you asked skeptically, moving back to your desk to get your items in place. his feet hit your hardwood floor gently as he swung into your home, shutting the window behind him.
"this isn't technically a visit," he said with a shrug, coming up next to you. he watched you put on your gloves with interest. "a little birdy told me that the stab survivors needed our help."
"and which little birdy is that?" you asked, not even looking up at him. you were too busy making sure every claw was working well, but you could feel him standing next to you. his back was to the edge of the table as he placed his weight comfortably on it. his hands were holding the edge of it as he talked freely with his mask pulled up half way.
"i just used my radio and asked them politely—"
".. you asked the police if you could help?"
"i asked detective kirby if i could help," he corrected, obviously exasperated by your surprise. "i needed an in, so i asked and she told me to be on standby. we'll just be listening to them on this," he pulled out a burner phone, setting it down on your table, "and they'll tell us where some action is happening."
"some action," you scoffed at his words, "that's one way to put it."
"how else am i supposed to put it? anyways, i decided to come here and politely invite you to join me, kitty." spider-man said with a tight-lipped smile. but as his eyes looked you up and down, realizing you were already fully ready, his smile faltered. "did you have your own plan?" he asked you curiously.
"i did." you said pointedly, unsheathing your claws before retracting them again. "i wanted to watch over them. lawfully stalk them to make sure they're still breathing or whatever." there was an odd silence that hung in the air as you worked diligently on your claws. "you seem to be in a better mood than yesterday," you commented, glancing at him from your peripherals before focusing back on your weapons. "are you really feeling that way, spider?"
spider-man cleared his throat at that. truthfully, ethan was masking everything again. he wanted to feel like himself, to be able to freely joke and banter with others how he used to, but everything seemed so forced now. all he felt, all he really felt was anger. he wanted to get revenge, and for once in his life, he was willing to stoop as low as richie and kill for what he believed in.
he hated that you saw right through his act. it was as though you had ignored every forced smile he flashed, ignored how he was desperately trying to feel like himself again, and ignored his light hearted facade.
you knew he was lying to you.
ethan stayed quiet. you knew what that silence meant.
"thought so," you murmured. you looked down at the burner phone, the black screen reflecting your own face back to you. "can i ask how you knew her?" you asked him, your curiosity getting the better of you.
"who?"
"quinn." you looked up at him. "there was only one person killed in that attack. quinn bailey, the detective's daughter." his jaw clenched when he heard her name come out of your mouth, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
"just a friend i knew," ethan said, the lie coming out like a taboo secret. to refer to his own sister as just a friend pained him. "i was close to her. incredibly close to her and i wasn't there in time to save her. i couldn't get there in time." he seemed to be millions of miles away as he talked, his eyes set on the floor.
you stayed silent for once, letting the silence surround the both of you. he didn't continue, seemingly too deep in his head to say more about the subject, and you understood that. you knew how that felt, to be physically in one place and mentally somewhere else. "if you're blaming yourself, you're a lot stupider than i thought. none of it is your fault."
you were so nonchalant, as though your words were factual. you never truly lied unless it was for your own gain, and that alone made you distrustful, but as you casually stated his innocence in the whole scheme of things, ethan found himself looking at you with hopeful eyes. he believed you, and whether that was dangerous of not, he wasn't sure.
"don't even say anything, it'll ruin the moment," you added dryly, sending him a warning look.
the burner phone began to ring, making the hero immediately click answer (crazy reflexes). kirby's panicked voice rang through the speaker. "gale weathers' house! upper west side—"
"west 96th," you interrupted, already opening the window.
spider-man blinked as he quickly hung up, already crawling out the window. he pulled his mask over the rest of his face. "how did you know that?" he offered a hand out to you,
"i was thinking of stealing her shit before all this," you grumbled, taking his hand. he pulled you close to him, his hand finding your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.
"typical." he shot another web up, and you tried not to scream as you were suddenly brought up into the sky, the wind whipping in your face as he began to make his way to the upper west side.
the sun had set significantly by the time you made it, your leg coming up to kick through one of the bedroom windows. spider-man came in right after you, barely making a sound as he listened for any sounds. it was so quiet. even as you stepped towards the ajar door of the bedroom, not a single sound was heard.
you crept out into the hallway, hand grabbing your gun and raising it. spiderman crawled above you as you walked slowly down the hallway, catching a glimpse of blue as you did. looking up at the hero, you nodded in the direction of where you had seen it. he nodded in response, crawling ahead quietly.
gale had seen him as he crawled up the side of her wall, his finger coming up to his mask in a 'shh' motion. she nodded, the phone still up against her ear as she spoke, "the brains and the sex appeal," she responded, turning around to try and find the killer. but all she saw was her dead boyfriend on the ground of her living room, the killer nowhere to be seen. but then she saw you, gun in hand as you pointed it around you, your eyes looking into her's and practically begging her to not say a word.
you heard the muffled talking of the killer through the phone, your gun pointed opposite of where gale had her's pointed.
"can you hold, please?" gale asked, and you raised your eyebrows, turning to her in shock. but she quickly redialed the number, making a loud ringing sound appear from the closet.
you shot it. once. twice. five times, walking closer with each step.
ethan felt that familiar chill run through his body, his eyes widening as he yelled, "watch out!"
the doors flew open as ghostface jumped through, their knife nearly piercing your shoulder as they did. you jumped back before they could reach you, shooting your gun at them and groaning when it didn't stop them. "gale, get back!" you yelled over your shoulder, watching as spider-man swung down to kick them away from you.
ghostface quickly got up as spider-man shot his webs at them, their dodges quick as they tried to lunge at him with their knife.
but as they raised it up to throw it at the hero, you shot their arm, making them groan in pain and let go of their weapon. they fell to the ground, spider-man shooting yet another web at them to stick their feet to the floor.
he was so close to getting him. he was only feet away, walking closer as he did, his hands curling into fists as anger coursed through his veins. they were stuck. they had no way of leaving, no way of escaping.
"remove his mask," you told him, the curiosity almost too much as you kept your gun pointed at him. gale stood behind you, her eyes wary as she watched the hero walk closer. "spider, remove his mask—"
he threw a punch at the killer. the mask didn't fall off, but the groan of pain he heard was enough that he wanted to keep going. ethan kicked their stomach, his anger growing at the lack of response as he kicked it again. and again.
they killed his sister.
another kick.
they slit her throat. they stabbed her and twisted the knife into her chest. they took away the person that cared for him when his dad didn't, who paid attention to him when all his father really cared about was richie. the one family member who truly loved him and cared for him like any older sister would. they killed her.
and ethan didn't even get to say goodbye.
he could feel tears burning his eyes as he grabbed them by the collar, raising them as much as he could with their foot stuck against the floor. he punched them hard, and that's when he felt it. his nerves going crazy, electrifying his body, and before he knew it, all he felt was pain.
his hand went to the hilt of the knife they had stabbed into him. right into the lower left of his torso, and your gun rang as you shot the killer in the chest. they pulled the knife out with them as they collapsed on the floor.
and as he stumbled to the ground, you caught him. "spider? oh fuck," your breaths were heavy as you immediately applied pressure to his wound, eyes wide as you tried to stop the bleeding. your heart was pounding harder and faster in your chest. he was bleeding so much, the crimson pooling into the palms of your hands as you applied as much pressure as you could.
gale rushed forward, her hand going over yours as her eyes, wide and panicked, looked at you. "you have to take him to the hospital."
"i can't—"
"do you want to save him?!" gale demanded, staring right into your eyes.
"i'll be fine," he seethed through gritted teeth, the pain growing as he tried to move. "i can't go to the hospital. i have to—" he coughed harshly and tasted iron. "i have to get him—"
"are you people fucking crazy?!" gale cried out, looking at the hero in disbelief. "you need help!"
"i'm not letting you get back at them.." your words died in your throat when you looked back at where the killer was supposed to be.
they were gone.
the hero groaned as he pushed himself up, ignoring the way you and gale tried to keep him laying down. "where are they?" he demanded, his head whipping around as he tried to look for the killer. it felt like all his hope for getting his revenge was lost in a blink of an eye. he got away from him again, and he was so close. he had him in his hands. "where are they?"
"we have to get you help," you urged, hearing the ding of the elevator as the carpenter sisters ran in. surely the police was close behind.
"i can't leave, please—" he was pleading with you now, gripping your arm tightly as he tried to change your mind, as he tried to make you forget that he was literally bleeding all over your hands. the warmth of his blood made your eyes glass over as past memories ran rampant through your head, but you prevailed.
"we need to get you help. now." you looked into the eyes of his mask, eyes serious. "please. let's go."
he swung the both of you through your apartment window, groaning as he pulled his mask over half of his face and laid on your bedroom floor. you hurriedly shut the window behind you as you ran to get the medical supplies you needed. your hands were shaking, you realized, as you grabbed your first aid kit and tried to calm your body down.
"dad? dad—" your panicked voice rang through your father's head as he stumbled into your home, his hand holding his side. you were so young, still so full of life and completely oblivious to his line of work. but a heist had gone much too wrong, and with no family, no trust is anyone, he had nothing but you, his 7 year old daughter.
"y/n, get the kit in the bathroom under the sink," he managed past heavy breaths, coughing to his side and spitting blood onto the rug of your living room. you were crying now, eyes blurring over in tears as you pressed against where his hand was, your breathing picking up when blood gushed out of him.
"spider? hey, you gotta stay with me, okay?" you said as you ran back to his side, helping him get onto your bed. you sniffled harshly as you grabbed the first aid kit.
you grabbed the first aid kit with shaking hands, the once-white plastic staining red with your father's blood. "i don't know what i'm doing, i don't know what i'm doing," you said over and over, whispering the words like a panicked mantra.
you could feel the walls of your room tower over you as you forced the box open, grabbing the gauze and bandages with trembling fingers. it was different when it was someone else. it was different when the entire situation reminded you of when you realized your father wasn't who he said he was. that he was a criminal, and after keeping it a secret from you for nearly a decade, his cover was blown.
"kitty," spider managed to say, staring at your wide, horrified eyes as you struggled to clean the blood around his wound. you looked terrified. "look at me."
you ignored his words, taking the roll of gauze and beginning to wound pack his stab wound. the red pool that seemed to grow larger and larger around him made your breath hitch.
he was bleeding everywhere. the pool of red underneath him seemed to grow with every passing moment, and you were crying. sobbing as you tried to listen to your dad's instructions of how to wound pack a bullet wound.
you couldn't think straight. it felt like you were reliving the moment again, as though you were barely 7 with your father's blood on your hands.
you heard him hiss in pain as you continued to press the gauze into his wound, but you kept going. everything was white noise to you as you kept wound packing, frustrated tears dripping from your eyes when the red continued to seep into the white of the gauze. "fuck," you muttered under your breath, grabbing another roll of gauze.
he bit down on his lip to keep himself from screaming, head falling back as he tried to focus on something. anything that would keep his mind off of the stabbing. "please, talk to me," he said, pulling his head back up to look at you. "just talk about something. anything."
you packed the gauze into his wound as you sniffled harshly. "i was 7 when i patched up my first wound. my dad," you swallowed hard, "my dad came home with a bullet wound."
"your father was the original black cat," spider-man said, groaning in pain before he could get another word out.
"he was." you had never admitted that to anyone before. "but i didn't know. not until i was patching up his bullet wound on the living room floor." you felt your heart rate slow when you saw no right of blood seeping through the wound. you had to suture him up.
you slowly began to remove some of the packing gauze, your brows furrowing when you realized his own body was healing him from the inside. slowly but surely, his own powers had stopped the bleeding. all you had to do was suture him.
"you were so young," he managed to say before letting out a whimper of pain. "fuck! sorry i can't talk that much all this hurts really bad and the fact that i couldn't get them—"
"it's fine." you looked into the eyes of his mask. you turned back to the wound, grabbing your suture kit (you really had to get a new one) and taking the needle, thread, and forceps.
"it's not fine. it really isn't fine." the needle pierced his skin and he winced, teeth biting harder into his bottom lip. "i should've thought before going to attack them, i should've removed their mask—"
"stop."
"i shouldn't have let them get away." guilt consumed his every being as he spilled his heart out to you, tears blurring his vision. "i was just.. i was just so angry at them because they killed her. they killed my sister, and i couldn't do anything about it because i wasn't there. i was too fucking late."
his sister. your actions paused when your eyes widened in realization.
"it was his sister," tara said softly, looking at ethan's sleeping face with empathy. "quinn. she didn't make it."
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REMINISCE - 박 후민
genre sorta angst (w happy ending) , park humin x reader
cw spoilers for whc2 (takes place after ep8)
word count 1.9k
note i hope u like it and if u do, say thank you jiya because she took the burden of proofreading this
YOU FOUND YOURSELF HERE OFTEN. You stared longingly at the flower shop as you sat on the curb across the shop. You sat there, foolishly expecting for him to walk by the shop coincidentally. And perhaps, when he does, you’d share a glance from a distance and you’d be satisfied. It’s blissful to imagine it, but its fruition still scares you.
“Are you fucking depressed or something?”
You look up to see Seongje’s contemptuous smirk as he blocked the light from the streetlight, “No. It would take a lot more for me to be depressed.” You moved aside by habit, despite the fact that there was plenty of space.
“Our only source of money is gone, that can’t be good for you.” He said as he sat down next to you on the curb. He was right, of course, but there was an underlying sense of relief you felt when you recalled that Na Baekjin was finally defeated.
“Fuck that shit, dude. I’ll get a scholarship and get the hell out of this shithole.”
Seongje blinked as he took in your words. He lit up a cigarette silently, as if in thought before turning towards you speaking again, “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for the union to collapse.”
“Not really.” You said at first but one pointed look from him and you sighed and spilled your true feelings, “I wasn’t particularly fond of or dependent on the union. Since Seowon joined the union, I had to join if I wanted to survive school.”
“So, what now? You’re gonna study hard?” He said as he offered you his cig which you graciously took.
As the smoke clouded your vision, you spoke, “Yeah. And you?”
“I got the offer to lead the union.”
You paused and stared at him before looking away, “Don’t accept the offer. Choi is gonna fuck you up at the slightest slip up.”
“Relax. I am not going to.” He took the cigarette from you and brought it to his lips, “I am going to Jeju.”
“For what?” You asked almost immediately, curious as to why he would suddenly leave for Jeju.
He shrugged, “It’s a romantic place.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Seongje chuckled as he exhaled, smoke enveloping the two of you. A small smile slipped onto your face as serenity hung in the air. You relished in the knowledge that there will be no more bloody knuckles or late night visits to the pharmacy. You could simply be a teenager like you’d hoped to be.
You found yourself staring at the shop once again, hoping you’ll catch a glimpse of him.
“Isn’t this Park Humin’s neighbourhood? I thought you were over him.”
You shook your head, choosing to be honest because you knew Seongje could see right through it, “I thought so too. And I wish it were true.” You looked up at the sky, barely able to see the stars. It was a shame that they were hidden by the clouds and smoke that covered this city. You wished to be able to see them twinkle.
Seongje looked at you as if he was aware of why you were here, sitting at this curb, all alone. He flicked the cigarette bum on the ground and turned towards you, “I am scared of swimming.”
“Wait, what? Then why the fuck are you going to Jeju?”
“I’ll try to swim. I’ll either learn it, or die trying.”
You looked at him incredulously, “Are you crazy?”
“I enjoy beating people, what do you think?” He said, “besides, if I never try it, I’ll never know if I can be good at it or not.”
“And if you drown?”
“It really isn’t that bad. Someone could help me up. Or I can just save myself.”
“You’re too cocky for your own good.” You say, looking at the flower shop across you once again.
Seongje gets up and brushes the dust off of his clothes, “You just need to be cocky enough,” he stretches his hand towards you, “Go see him.”
You stare at his outstretched hand. You knew what he was talking about. ‘Go to him. Maybe it won’t be that bad.’
Except there is no hope for you, or so you believe. Maybe he will look at you with his loving gaze, but what if he looks at you in disdain? What if he walks past you, like a forgotten photograph while you’re still stuck in the frame? The ghost of what you had haunts your thoughts endlessly, and yet your feet don’t move.
The ghost takes you back to the moment when you first met Humin. You were practically dozing off behind the counter, despite the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. You rested your head on your arms over the counter.
The bell rang, indicating a customer but you were so drowsy, you barely noticed. A figure rushes inside the shop and you stay in your position, hoping for them to just leave (terrible employee behaviour). You could barely get a wink of sleep due to the sun, until you felt something blocking the rays and sighed contentedly.
Except there are no curtains on the window.
You immediately lift your head to see someone’s hand blocking the sunrays. You stare at the man in bewilderment as his eyes widen, as if he wasn’t expecting you to get up. He quickly apologizes as he stepped away from the counter, explaining that you seemed to need sleep.
You looked away as the blood rushed onto your face, telling him it was alright. Once he walked away, you practically slammed your forehead on the counter of sheer embarrassment.
You remembered when you clocked out later that day, he was waiting outside the shop. You were surprised to see him again, but he was quick to explain that he felt ‘sorry’ and wanted to make it up to you by getting some ice cream together. You were fully aware what he was playing at, and yet you played along.
‘It really isn’t that bad.’ Seongje’s words ringed in your ears once again, and the realization dawned on you. You have nothing to lose. You might as well give it a shot.
You stand in front of the flower shop, your hand resting on the cold metal of the door knob. You inhale deeply as your fingers finally curl around the knob and you push it open.
The familiar sound of the bell rang over your head as you entered the flower shop. The earthy, sweet aroma enters your nostrils as your gaze falls on the multiple bouquets in front of you. A warm yellow lights up the shop, just enough for you to be able to see. A bouquet of stargazer lilies caught your eye, reminding you of Humin once again. The way he would practically break his back to make sure he got you your favourite flowers.
He would watch you carefully so as to gauge your reaction and would feel satisfied once he saw a smile spread over your face. Humin was observant when it came to you. He observed everything about you and tried his level best to bring a smile to your face, even if it meant embarrassing himself.
That’s what you missed the most about Humin. You missed his presence, his touch and the comfort he brought you. You yearned for a glimpse of him, hoping that perhaps that would be able to calm your racing heart. But more than that, you missed the version of yourself he introduced to you. The version of you that was happy — truly happy.
You decided to buy the bouquet and picked it up, despite the lingering feeling of disappointment.
You knew he would never show up. What would change anyway? You were the one who chose to push Humin away for the union. You were the one who picked the union over him, so how could you be so shameless as to expect him to take you back?
You turned around and placed the bouquet down on the counter and reached for your wallet to pay for it. You were just taking out the bills when you heard a familiar voice, “You finally came.”
You looked up from your wallet to see Humin standing behind the counter. You felt as if your heart had stopped within your ribcage as you held onto the edge of the counter for support. He stood behind the counter, a small smile gracing his face as you stood in front of him. You suddenly felt self conscious, as if you felt he could see through your deepest fears.
His eyes were still as beautiful as ever. He was just as starry eyed as you had remembered him to be. Yet, you were still reminded of the moment you watched tears spill out of his doe eyes. The moment when you caressed his face as he cried and when time froze for you.
Humin smiled, “I could see you sitting on that curb from here. But, I never had the guts to come out and see you.” He sighed as he continued, “I am not sure if it matters, but I missed you.”
Before you realised, your own eyes had started brimming up, “Humin..” Your words died on your tongue as you looked at him. Your tears blinded your view and you felt as if everything had come crumbling down on you. You had dreamt of this moment countless times, you had wondered what you would say to him when you finally saw him and now that he was in front of you, you could barely look at him.
Humin walked out from behind the counter and hesitantly cupped your cheek, “Don’t cry.”
His words only made you cry harder. You selfishly wanted to lean into his touch, to relish into this feeling of having him close once again.
Humin gently wrapped an arm around and before you knew it, you found yourself pulling him closer. You embraced him like your life depended on it. His scent clouded your mind, and you realised just how much you had missed the comfort within his arms. Your tears stained the fabric of his shirt, your sniffles muffled against his shoulder as you finally spoke, “I am sorry. I should’ve never- I should’ve never let you go,” you sniffled, “I missed you so much.”
You felt his hand gently rub your back as you finally pulled away and looked into his eyes. Humin smiled again, wiping away the tears with his thumb, “It’s okay.”
You shook your head, “It’s not. What I did wasn’t-”
“-okay.” He finished for you, “Except it doesn’t matter.”
“You can’t say that. It does matter. I made a mistake.”
“You’ve punished yourself a lot over this.” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, “Isn’t that enough? I have no plans to let you go now that you’re here.”
“I should make it up to you.” You said as you shook your head, the tears drying up on your face.
Humin chuckled, “Sure. You have all the time in the world to do that.”
As you walked out from the shop with him after closing, you looked up at the sky one more time. The clouds seemed to have drifted away, revealing the moon and a few stars in the sky.
Humin watched as you looked up at the sky, his fingers entangling with yours, “The moon is so beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” His gaze turns to you while yours is still fixed on the night sky.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” Your eyes met and a grin creeped onto your face.
The clouds had drifted away. The moon illuminates the once dark sky, and something about it feels so familiar to you.
It is a beautiful night to be in love.
are you willing to write for trent alexander arnold? if so please write something fluffy or something antsy which gets resolved and turns to fluff
it’s you - trent alexander arnold x reader.
quick sum: love is never easy. especially when you least expected it from liverpools finest bachelor. will you finally take the leap of faith, or lose the guy who’s willing to do the extreme for you to see reality.
wc: 1.9k | masterlist | trent’s masterlist
psa🗣️: hi angel! and hello to my trent girlies! i haven’t written for trent before so i hope you enjoy this 🤍
you felt stuck. constantly looking around and avoiding the man that had consumed your thoughts in ways you didn’t picture. feeling awkward and timid when he walked past you or your eyes connected.
the trip was last minute, you didn’t plan to go if it wasn’t your friend insisting you went since she would be alone. you didn’t want to go, it meant you would have to see trent after you avoided him since he confessed his feelings to you.
trent wasn’t one to speak much. always reserved and kept to himself, a completely different person on the pitch and in real life. but with you, he felt he could speak for hours about everything, not once get tired of it. you let him be the person he would’ve never pictured to be.
what went wrong?
he knew you from the back of your hand. needed to keep yourself busy in order to survive. an almost graduate from uni and working at your dream internship. a small volunteer worker just outside the city.
he knew when you lied, scrunching your eyes brows and hands twitching. he knew when you felt happy, the small wrinkles and dimples popping on your face. he knew you were upset when you bit your lip and unfocused around your surroundings.
trent knew you felt the same way he did but this time he couldn’t properly read you, left hurt and confused by your manner. “i’m in love you with y/n… i’ve never felt like this for anyone before. and it feels so right when i’m here, with you.”
his brows drew in when your smile slowly dropped, pulling your hands back and cleared your throat. “trent…” you whispered, you clenched your jaw unsure of what to say. “i need time to think of this. i-i-i just don’t know what to say…” you stood up and grabbed your coat.
“say you love me back,” trent prayed in his head, watching you stumble around to retrieve your belongings. “what do you mean? i confess how i feel and you’re running away?”
“i need time to think. this is all so sudden, and i don’t want to pressure either of us. or give us false hope,” you smiled trying to reason and not break his heart. but trent’s heart broke, a millions thoughts racing in his head and the idea of not being enough tracing back.
he fluttered his lashes and painfully smiled, was he about to cry? is this what pain felt like? a stab in the heart, millions of needles poking in his chest as his hands fisted. “well you know the way out…” trent motioned with his hand, walking to the side to let you go.
you approached him, having the urge to explain why you said what you said, but he walked back. tears came out your eyes, knowing you hurt the man you loved in front of you. “trent,” you croaked, but he just shook his head.
“don’t.”
not a single soul knew of the two of you. a private secret. he wanted to protect you from his hectic world. and you wanted to have something genuine and real. you had something real. had. but like always you ruined it. like every person who walked into your life, leaving because you were scared.
trent was straight forward with you. always communicating with you. the only person you found yourself lurking to at the end of the day. his touch lingering on you ever when you weren’t together. the way he smiled made your heart heat up and your hands slightly tremble.
you didn’t deserve him. you were a broken person. afraid of committing. you were afraid of love. the idea of falling for a person, so hopelessly devoted to them, and in the end for it to not work out. you easily got attached, and it wasn’t any different with trent.
trent had a way different life than yours. lights, money, women, his job, all shining on him wherever he went. he had a family, friends, a base supporting him, while you it was just your sister and trio. he constantly reminded you he wasn’t the person in the papers, which was true.
he valued you. he trusted you. he confided in you. he respected you. he loved you. why couldn’t you just allow yourself to be with him? why did it feel hard to finally accept and take the leap of faith and be with the man who has ever truly loved you?
you were stressed. constantly turning in your sleep. eyes closing but your head refusing for you to sleep. chest rising and falling as you listened quietly to the rain fall. the sheets barely covering your body, and the pillow feeling less fluffy and now hot. with a small groan you stood up, the time reading almost 4 am.
you tipped tied downstairs. walking by the room your friends and his friends were occupied in. the thunder and lightning shining in the open and clear windows. you opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass, pouring cold water to relieve your dry throat.
you closed your eyes, hands gripping the counter as you felt goosebumps suddenly rise. “couldn’t sleep?” you gasped quietly, the glass slowly tipping before quickly catching it and standing up straight. trent stood there, bags under his eyes, lips pursed with his arms crossed. muscles flexed under the loose black tee he wore with his black calvin klein boxers.
“something like that,” you said, averting your gaze, hand coming up to brush your skin or maybe the nerves away. he stepped closer, inspecting you, noticing you were wearing the small black shirt he owned with your batman themed shorts. “same. couldn’t sleep with all the noise outside…” trent confessed, also grabbing a cold glass of water.
you went quiet. the feeling of guilt consuming your insides as you kept asking yourself if this was truly happening. you couldn’t stop staring, savouring maybe the last few glances in case it would be the last. trying to make a mental imprint of the moles you traced while he slept, the small scar under his brow, his lips.
your throat went dry again, but this time the cold glass of water wasn’t going to help, the only thing that could was finally take that leap and let him out of misery for the two of you. “trent…” you said softly, hearing him and finally connecting eyes.
“don’t you think i deserve an explanation?” he asked with a sad smile. you bit your lip and nodded. “yes you do. and i’m willing to explain everything, but i understand if it’s too late,” you respected his feelings knowing he deserved this but also not wanting to push him to the limit.
“i love you. i do. so much. i need you to know that before i start saying anything,” his eyes widened a bit, mouth opened to say something but you shushed him. “for once in my life, i can’t let you or us go. i made the mistake that night and i beat myself for it. not only did i hurt you in the process but also the idea of us.”
“i’m scared,” you teared, smiling. “it’s scary to feel this way. to have my heart racing when i hear your name, our song, your voice. love to me always felt like a joke or fantasy. love is about letting someone know your map of flaws and imperfections. to fully be vulnerable.”
“love with you though? is like a dream come true. you understand me more than i understand myself. you saw me for who i am and not the person i put myself to be. you love me at my prettiest and also lowest. you hold me close, kiss my forehead, and use those words of reassurance i need to hear and always believe.”
“i love when you sleep next to me, where i get to stare at the prettiest man on earth as you sleep. i love to see your smile get bigger when i tell you about the kids at my volunteer work or my jokes. i love to sit with you at the end of the day and allow me to hear about your job and family. to see the flowers you send or bring when i see you. trent i love you, so much.”
“i’m scared to lose you. to lose the only person i’ve let into my life this close,” you shrugged smiling painfully, holding yourself tighter as you wiped your tears away. you hear his footsteps approach, sobbing quietly when he pulls you closer to him, his hand brushing your head, feeling his lips kiss your temple. the longing feeling replaced with warmth and safety.
your skin becoming hot and getting rid of the cold goosebumps and chilling feeling in your chest. you kiss his chest, tip toeing up as you continue to trace his neck and jaw, his cheeks with kisses mixed with your tears. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry trent,” you apologised, your hand gripping his bicep.
“stop. don’t torture yourself anymore. let me hold you. let me feel you. it’s just you and me, okay? shhhh,” he hushed you, repeating his same movements to help you calm down. you sniffled, pulling back slightly after a minute. “i deserve you. i love you, and your imperfections and flaws. for allowing me to become the man i wished and longed to be.”
“please don’t push me away anymore. you aren’t ever going to lose me, because what we have is eternal. your love to me is a safe space, the world and women i dreamed of having and i finally have it now. it’s you, always will be you baby,” he brushed your tears away, feeling your lips kiss his wrist and hand, losing himself in your eyes.
“i love every single part of you.”
the chilling counter made you hold trent tighter while laughing, feeling and hearing his deep chuckle as his hands traced your thighs. “are you ready now?” he asked, kissing your collarbone. “more than ready,” you said, officially taking the leap of faith.
he sighed and let his shoulders fall in a relaxed manner and smiling, watching as his eyes closed and lashes touched his upper cheeks. “trent look at me…” he stood up and grabbed your chin, “i love you,” you felt the need to say to confirm your feelings and his. “i love you, pretty girl,” his nose nuzzled into your neck, tracing all the way up to your cheek.
you sealed the night with the anticipated kiss. getting the blood rush through your veins, as you fully focused on him. his lips feeling like home. his fingers bringing your face closer to his and getting lost in the way he devoured you. not in a rushed or hard manner, in a passionate and loving way.
“my girl officially.”
you are in love
synopsis there is absolutely no doubt in chad's mind that he is so very in love with you, as much as you are in love with him, and he can't help but silently tell you in the way he knows best
a/n you know when artists film one take music videos and just go with it? that is exactly what this fic is <3 (ps recommended song for this one is, you guessed it, you are in love by taylor swift you cannot tell me that this doesn't give off the same vibes, it absolutely does)
Chad couldn’t hear a single word anybody was saying. He hadn’t heard them in a long time and they had yet to notice. To be fair, though, he wasn’t really making an effort to listen. He was much too preoccupied with his current situation.
He’d gravitated to you instantly, as he always did. The two of you had walked through the door of Sam and Tara’s apartment and it took a good amount of effort to unwind his arms from around your waist. And even then it was only after promising you’d be right there in just one second.
You’d been able to see him sitting on the couch perfectly clear. Once every twenty seconds he’d glance into the kitchen, where you were talking to Anika, like clockwork. Whenever you happened to catch Chad’s eye he’d give you the biggest grin ever with this little sparkle in his eyes but never once did he rush you. He did, however, start getting just a little bit more antsy and you could tell.
It’d been over two hours since you sat down next to him and he hadn’t moved at all. Chad was convinced now more than ever that this right here with you was his happy place. He was curled into your side, body scrunched into a little ball, with his head on your shoulder. He wasn’t too sure how long it’d been since he had zoned out of the conversation, and frankly everything else around him, but he couldn’t be more content.
He held your hand closest to him in his lap. One of his hands held yours gently while the other wandered. His touch was light as a feather as he traced up and down your arm first before moving to your hand when he saw the glint of your rings under the living room light. He twisted one of them, a pretty little one with a sun in the middle, one he’d bought you not too long ago after you lost your previous one, around for a while before moving on to playing with your fingers.
All the while you kept talking. Chad listened as you laughed. He could feel the way your body shook and glanced up only to watch your head fall back and your eyes crinkle, to see the way you smiled and giggled through whatever you had to add to the conversation. He let out a gentle and completely lovestruck sigh, before smiling himself and resuming his previous motions.
He let go of your hand briefly only to turn it so your palm was facing up. His touch turned a little heavier as he traced the lines of your palm back and forth. He followed the way they criss crossed and rose and fell and got deeper and eventually he felt the way you shivered a bit. Chad smiled again.
You moved for the first time since you’d sat down and it was only to turn and look at Chad a little closer. There was no doubt in your mind he was beaming down at the way he was holding your hand with not a single thought in that head of his. You let go of him and his movements stopped completely as he watched you move.
Really you couldn’t help yourself. You hooked a finger under his chin, slowly and gently tilting his head up so he could look at you. The two of you were so close in proximity that you could both see and hear the way his breath hitched when you held him and started gliding your thumb across his cheekbone.
And then you dared to make a move. You shifted a bit, giving you slightly better access to lean in and kiss him once. Twice. Then three times, each one soft and barely there as you looked right at him and his reactions the whole time. He chased after your lips with his own when you pulled away but you shifted, just out of reach again. But still, you never let him go.
Instead you traced his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb before smiling at him and declaring, “You’re so pretty, you know that?”
Chad almost forgot where the two of you were. The living room lights and the sound of your shared friends still talking all around him tore him back down to reality. He didn’t move and he could almost swear he was able to feel your heart beating as fast as his.
His hand, the one that had been holding yours for so long, reached up to cover yours. It felt almost empty without the weight of your hand in his anymore. And then he let his eyes flicker. They shifted across your features, ones he had memorized long ago, before flashing down to your lips and lingering there for a second. He almost leaned in again and it took every bit of control to not give in, knowing exactly what he’d do if he did.
Instead Chad looked into your eyes again and let out another soft sigh, along with the involuntary echo of this little noise. One that made you grin wildly at him. He kept staring at you. He was lost for a second before finally remembering how to form the words he so badly wanted to say. “Can we go home now?”
There was no other option than to give in to his request, there really, really wasn’t. You kissed him one more time. Harder, deeper, and slower. One that told him exactly what he was in for. Exactly how you felt.
You stood as quickly as you’d kissed him and took a step backwards, pulling him from his dazed position on the couch. “Hey, I think we’re gonna head out for the night.”
You paid no mind at all to the shouts and playful jeers that came from behind you as you started pulling him out of the apartment with no hesitation. All you did was laugh one more time, ignoring their questions and taunts while shouting a quick goodbye before shutting the door. Frankly, you were already much too preoccupied with the thoughts of what was to come and the way Chad wrapped his arms around your waist again tightly, still absolutely refusing to let you go.
Just seen the new beta squad x amp trailer 😈😈
I'm so excited bro I already have fic ideas for it
I've been waiting for that trailer ever since they announced they were in Atlanta Georgia
I've only seen like 2 seconds of agent but he looks so 😍
I genuinely love your writing! After you posted the weak class hero 2 fic I need more. When you’re not too busy ( and please take your time, take care of yourself ) can I request what the guys small romantic gestures would be? I just need anything fluffy for the guys, especially Baekjin. You write for him so well and he needs more representation. Thank you bunches! Have a good day!
Masterlists: Weak Hero | Dramas | Kpop
Weak Hero Class 2 Boyfriends x gn! Reader, Headcanons [2.38k]
I will never cease to be amazed by the kindness of strangers. <3 Thank you so much, Anon. I hope this answer to your request meets your expectations. And as a fellow Baekjin lover, I made his part just a little longer. Enjoy!
Warnings - None.
Si-Eun
Lends you his hoodies, often making sure that he has gently worn it first so it smells like him. He also leaves notes in the pockets sometimes so you can find them later. Usually they just say something like “There’s no rush to give it back.” Or, he simply draws a little heart on a small folded up piece of paper.
Whether you’re standing or sitting together, he does it close enough to you so at least some part of you is touching. Sieun isn’t always affectionate, but he does like to have that little bit of contact with you in most settings.
If he wants to see you, he calls and just says “I miss you.” Good luck getting anything more than that out of him though lol.
He enjoys music and makes playlists for you based on either songs that he thinks you’ll like, or songs that make him think of you.
Especially if you’re tired or upset, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. He is careful to be still and not make any movements (or say anything) that might deter you from leaning on him. He shows his support in quiet ways.
Sien has a habit of telling you “It’s okay” a lot because he never wants you to feel like you’re being too much for him or that mistakes you make hold any real weight.
He gives you somewhat of a ‘heads up’ when his dad isn’t going to be home for longer periods of time so you feel more encouraged/comfortable visiting him. He definitely drops subtle hints that he wants you to come around.
It doesn’t matter if you’re paying attention or not. Sieun is always staring at/watching you and doesn’t get intimidated if you catch him in the act.
This boy literally has a designated, tiny little notebook that he keeps on him at all times so he can record and take notes about things that you say. You might talk about things that you like or need, even places you want to visit. He writes it all down (but this he does in secret).
He is not above doing your homework for you if you’re exhausted or not feeling well.
♡
Baku
He is always taking pictures of you with his phone. Half the time, you don’t even know he’s doing it. His camera roll is just full of pics- ranging from you posing on dates, to candid off-guard shots where you’re partially blurry. Lol he doesn’t care, he keeps them all. And late at night when he can’t sleep, he just scrolls through them with a big cheesy grin.
Constantly showers you with compliments and tells you every day how perfect he thinks you are. It’s always something like “My baby looks so pretty today.”
Sometimes, he really plays up the drama and will pretend that he’s burning up as you walk into the room. He pulls at his collar and swipes his brow, faking being out of breath as he says “You’re just too hot. I can’t stand it.”
Baku frequently tells you that he’s proud of you and praises you for any little accomplishment.
Introduces you to his friends and people on his team because he is so proud that you’re his and he wants everyone to know.
Any time he wins some sort of award for sports, he runs straight to you to show you and let you hold onto it for him. He likes sharing his passions with you and wants you to have pride in him as well.
Because he is strong, he can literally sweep you off your feet and likes doing it to surprise you/make you laugh.
He got you flowers once for your birthday and adored your reaction to them so much that he now just buys them for you randomly. In his mind, there doesn’t have to be an occasion to celebrate you.
Cooks chicken just for you at his dad’s restaurant. He even lets you watch him do it and jokes that “There’s nothing I’m not good at.”
Sings to you to cheer you up, often in a goofy way. But he’s actually a good singer and sometimes uses it to his advantage so he can soothe you or lull you to sleep.
♡
Hyun-Tak
He is attentive to how you’re feeling. If he senses you’re cold, he gives you his jacket. If you’re hot, he’s running to a convenience store to buy you a cold drink or is looking for something to use so you can tie your hair up. He just knows and does whatever he can to remedy situations.
Tells you he loves you at the most random times ever. You could be brushing your teeth and he just looks at you in awe and says it out of nowhere.
If you tell him you can’t hang out because you have chores or important things to do, he offers to do them with/for you. He just wants to be with you, no matter what you’re doing.
Hyuntak never shows up to meet you empty handed. He always has one of your favorite snacks on him.
Every single day, he sends you a good morning/goodnight text. He wants to be the first and last person that you talk to and tries to check on you throughout the day too. On days that he doesn’t get to see you, he insists that you Facetime.
He’s really good at planning dates, even down to the details like weather, times, and what he thinks you should wear (likes to try to coordinate couple outfits too). He reminds you to wear sunscreen, bring a jacket, or not fill up on snacks so you can enjoy the meal he has planned.
If you’re parting ways for the day and kiss each other goodbye, he always asks for “just one more”... and another, and another until you’re giggling and swatting him away.
Hyuntak comes up with silly nicknames for you based on what you look like, how you act, etc. For example, if you have a ‘bunny’ face (see korean animal face types), he calls you something like “my little fuzzy bunny”, “baby bunny”, “bun bun”. Depending on what it is, he might only call you it in private lol.
Gives you piggy back rides whenever you want.
Makes it a point to learn about your friends and family to not just get to know you, but know them too. He wants to be involved in all aspects of your life.
♡
Jun-Tae
He refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces lol. Even if you’re already halfway crouched, he’s pulling you back up and getting on a knee before you can protest.
Goes out of his way to smooth down your hair or pick lint off of your clothes. He notices all of the small details.
You already know, Juntae is all about buying vitamins and things of that nature for you. He knows so much about ways to maintain health and just wants to take care of you! Of course, this also means that he is the best caretaker when you are sick or injured.
Consent KING!! He always asks before making any sort of move on you. “Can I kiss you? Can we hold hands? Do you want a hug?” His ultimate goal is for you to be comfortable around him.
Loves to hold your hand and kiss the back of it while your fingers are still interlocked.
Lets you borrow absolutely anything of his; whether it be a manga, a shirt, money, gum, etc. Half the time, he probably tells you to just keep it cause he thinks that his job is to help provide anything and everything you need as long as he is able.
Shares his favorite book/movie/show characters with you and gives you recommendations for media that he thinks you would enjoy. To him, it’s important that both of you talk about and exchange things that you’re passionate about.
This would definitely happen in more of a private place; he might be too shy to do it in front of anyone else. But Juntae gives the best head scratches and back scratches. Something about his light, gentle touch brings you so much comfort. And he can do it for hours, not stopping even if you totally fall asleep.
Lets you pick off of his plate or he takes some of his food and puts it onto yours, especially if he wants you to have more of a certain food that you like to eat.
Is the type to use his hand to prevent you from bumping your head on hard surfaces. Also is a chivalrous king and opens/holds doors for you.
♡
Seong-Je
Sometimes, if he’s in a particularly good mood, he lets you win the online game you’re playing with him.
Lowkey fucks with you, teasing you by tapping one shoulder to make you look behind it- only for you to see that he’s not there and he is instead smirking behind the other shoulder.
He doesn’t give them often, and definitely not in front of anyone else. But Seongje does give you forehead kisses. Typically they’re pretty quick, almost as if he’s embarrassed. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.
He makes you install an app on your phone so he can always see what your location is. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s tethered on a leash, so he probably wouldn’t allow you to ask the same of him. Although, he does regularly give you the courtesy of verbally letting you know where he is going to be because he wants you to be able to find him if you need him.
He sometimes puts his glasses on you just to tease you about how funny and cute you look in them. He mayyy or may not also take a picture of you like that and use it for your contact photo in his phone (don’t tell him I told you that).
Shockingly, he is pretty good at remembering things you tell him. It’s not all the time that he’s actually doing anything with the information he retains, but he does surprise you by recalling details you hadn’t expected him to care about.
If you feel unsafe for any reason and want him to stay with you, he will. He’ll stay the whole night if that’s what you want. He has a certain pride in being someone that you look to for protection.
He looks out for you by telling you things like “Don’t stay up too late”, “Don’t skip dinner”, or “Go straight home.”
He absolutely will complain about you asking him to carry your backpack, phone, etc. But in the same breath he’s also saying, “Just give it to me.”
Is open about how much money he makes from all of his ‘jobs’ and tells you to let him know if there’s anything that you want him to buy for you. He doesn’t mind getting stuff for you here and there.
♡
Baek-Jin
He’s a busy guy, to say the least. So as much as he tries to nourish your relationship with real dates, sometimes he has to spend time with you during the more mundane parts of his life. That means he invites you to study, or even just spend the night with him so he can have eight uninterrupted hours with you somehow.
Tells you things when you’re asleep that he feels unable to say when you’re awake. It’s just easier for him to express himself in a way that isn’t as vulnerable. “You have no idea what you mean to me” or “I hope that on the other side of this, you will still be with me.”
It’s a very cute gesture that he would only ever do for you, but he makes pinky promises. And one thing is for sure: he never breaks a pinky promise he has with you. Usually, he promises something simple like going on at least one date a week. But sometimes, it’s more serious and he swears that he won’t get hurt or something of that nature.
Baekjin is also always 100% honest with you. He sees no reason not to be fully transparent unless it is to protect you from something that you don’t need to know about. But he is loyal, faithful, and focused on doing what he is able to do in order to keep you happy.
He does his best to give you his undivided attention, but sometimes you do have to ask for it. Since he has so much going on, it might take a simple “Baekjin, I need you right now” before he is pushing everything aside and prioritizing your wellbeing.
When he can’t keep an eye on you himself, he has some of his men do it and report back to him. But they are under strict orders not to disturb you or let you know that you’re being watched.
He personally escorts you home as often as he can. Additionally, he is very protective and walks on the sidewalk closest to the street, always with a hand on the small of your back.
He gives hugs where one arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand reaches up to cradle the back of your head. Depending on the day, his hugs are longer lasting. As for kisses, he lightly grabs your chin and looks into your eyes for a moment before connecting his lips with yours.
More common than his hugs and kisses, he likes to pet your head or run his hand down your back, your arm, etc. It’s a simpler form of affection that is easier for him to give, but it still says a lot.
He tells you often that he wishes for you to live as normal of a life as possible. You may have chosen him as your partner, which comes with its own unique set of challenges purely because of the business he's involved with. But he stresses that you should still have your own aspirations and healthy things that you want to do with your life.
Happy birthday Tr3nt! ❤️
heyy! your jack fics are so cute, i love them!!
i was wondering if you could write a jack champion x actress!reader where they’re secretly dating and doing interviews (i was thinking something like the ‘avatar 2 cast spill their secrets in the tower of truth’ interview w him and bailey, if you’ve seen it) but there’s obviously something going on between them as they’re super cute and the media starts to speculate.
no worries if you can’t get to this, thank you !! 🤍🤍
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫; 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬
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Avatar 2 Cast Spills Their Secrets In ‘The Tower of Truth’ | PopBuzz Meets
the video starts with a black screen and the simple words “upcoming” displayed in the middle, before cutting to a later section of the video. jack is seen swinging his legs and arms back and forth in a little rhythm while you chant, “go white boy! go white boy! go, go, go white boy,” beside him.
the video cuts again, this time displaying a “technical difficulties, please standby” screen before cutting back to the two of you.
“hi, i’m y/n l/n,” jack says as he waves into the camera.
“and i’m jack champion,” you respond, the video cutting for the third time.
“ok, for real this time. we have to be professionals,” jack clears his throat and puts on his best serious face. “hello, i’m jack champion.”
“and i’m y/n l/n here with my lovely costar to play the tower of of truth with popbuzz meets.”
“okay who should pull first,” jack mumbles, scoping the layout of the jenga tower out.
“you obviously,” you respond, ushering towards him, “y’know ladies first.”
pausing his actions, jack side eyes you before straightening his posture. “i’ll have you know, i’m the most gentlemanly gentleman there is,” he says in his best british accent while fixing an imaginary bow tie around his neck.
you pull your lips back and raise your eyebrows, scratching the back of your neck as you look anywhere but at jack. the editor adds cricket noises in post, only enhancing the situation’s awkwardness. jack eyes you again, you straightening your form and giving him your best smile.
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
“nothing jack, just get the video started.”
muttering a quick “fine” and rolling his eyes, jack pulls out the first block, reading its question.
“what were you doing the day you got the call to be in avatar 2,” jack reads, slapping the wooden block between his hands as he thinks of an answer.
“oh, oh i know. so i was with my mom in an uber when i— well technically she— got the call from the casting director. and like i remember being in the uber and wanting to scream but i couldn’t cause, y’know, i was in an uber—”
“take a shot every time he says ‘i was in an uber,” you interrupt, the video cutting to an edit of the amount of times he said the phrase.
“anyway,” jack drags out, eyeing you once more. “i remember being in an uber—”
“there goes another one,” you point out, the counter on the screen dinging again.
“hmph, i remember being in a moving vehicle that was not my own,” jack turns his body toward as he yells, pausing to stare you down, “when i got the call, and i wanted to scream so bad in there. but then we arrived at the hotel and i just screamed my head off and pigged out on ice cream.”
“what about you miss y/n? what were you doing when you got the call?”
“um…i was actually in the drive through line to popeyes when i got the call,” you spit out laughing, jack and the crew following suit.
“no, no, like i was in line at popeyes with my mom, and we were at the window when she got the call, and i just remember bawling as soon as i heard it. like the both of us were just full on crying. i think the lady who was working thought we were crazy because the look she gave us when she handed us our food was insane.”
putting the block on the top, jack ushers you forward, not before saying a quick, “ladies first.”
staring up at him, you slowly pull out a block from the bottom, turning it over to read its question.
“what was the last thing googled on your phone?”
jack whips out his phone from his back pocket, yelling “i know this one! i know this one!.”
“i can actually show you guys this,” the camera zooms in on his screen as he flips it to them. “the last thing i googled was henry cavill. totally not because of his strong…sexy… abs, y’know,” jack says, getting lost in thought.
“oh, i know why you looked that up,” you chortle.
“yeah, because of his abs, duh.”
“no,” you sigh, slapping your face. “remember him and jamie.”
“oh yeah! him and jamie flatters, our costar, kinda look alike.”
“yeah,” you mumble, “doesn’t help that they’re both british.”
“and handsome. really, handsome.”
“we get it jack, you have a crush on henry and jamie.”
“i. do. not,” jack yells in a deep voice before giggling like a school girl.
clearing his throat, jack fixes his collar before moving to pull the next block. moving to grab one in the middle, jack accidentally bumps into the table, almost knocking the entire tower down.
“oh my god jack,” you scream, hands flying to the tower for support. “the interview hasn’t even started and it’s almost over.”
“oops,” he says, turning the block on its side to read the question. “if you were to plan a heist, who would be the mastermind?”
“definitely not you.”
“yeah, definitely not me,” jack laughs, placing the block back onto the tower. “trinity bliss would definitely be the mastermind if it’s like out of the entire cast.”
“real, real. she definitely would, but if it’s like between us two, it’s definitely me,” you comment. “if you were the mastermind, you’d be like spongebob in that one episode.”
“oh the one where he’s like ‘put the money in the bag, put it in!” jack yells, turning his back towards the camera to imitate the popular clip.
“yessss! definitely would be like him.”
“yeah, i know. that’s why i’d be like the gatherer of gathering things.”
“the gatherer of gathering things? wow jack, you have such a way with words,” you sigh, mockingly batting your eyelashes at him.
“ok stop,” he frowns, “i mean like i’d be a henchman, y’know. like i’m tall, strong, can run fast. the full package deal baby.”
“i don’t know bout all that,” you whisper, moving to pull another block.
“say that again,” jack leans toward you, hand cuspsing his ear.
“what is your funniest memory with your castmates,” you speak, ignoring the demand from jack.
“mine’s probably the time y/n and i had like a two hour break in between scenes, and decided to take a nap together. then all of a sudden bailey and jamie decide that it’s a funny idea to come running in the trailer, screaming their heads off and pouring cups of water on us.”
“no cause i was so mad at them afterwards,” you say, laughing at the memory as you place the block on top of the others. “and it wasn’t just small cups of water, they were like this big.”
the screen stretches as you exaggerate your hands to show the size. jack laughs at your antics, nudging you with his shoulder to say your answer.
“oh yeah, ummm my favorite memory has to be the time when majority of the crew had half the day off, and we’ll all went out to eat.”
jack’s eyes widen as you retell the story, his hands waving in front of your face in an attempt to shut your mouth.
“jack stop! what are you doing,” you cry out in laughter, moving your face away from his hands. “like i was saying, we all went out to eat and jack sits next to me, and leans over—”
“no, no, no, don’t tell them,” jack frantically whispers, pulling on your arm to try to stop you from speaking. moving to his knees, his clasps his hands together, whispering out a quick, “please, y/n please.”
looking down at him, you raise your eyebrows before you mutter a quick, “are you done?”
jumping up, he holds his head down, bringing his hands in front of his torso. “yes ma’am.”
“i-”
“i’m sorry,” he rushes out, light pink blush covering his cheeks.
you stare at him for a few seconds, giving him a dirty look. “anywho, we’re sitting at the table and jack leans over to me and whispers ‘is that ketchup bottle real or fake?’ and i just start laughing because why would there be a fake display of ketchup on the table?”
“i don’t know,” jack whines, hiding his face in his hands. “for the aesthetics?”
“jack we were at a steakhouse.”
“well,” he sighs, flapping his arms against his thighs. “imma just pull the next one, okay? bereal, instagram, or tiktok.”
“tiktok,” the two of you say in unison before laughing.
“no but it’s honestly crazy how much i use tiktok,” jack breaths out, clutching onto his stomach.
“right! like sometimes jack and i will be sitting next to each other and we’ll still send tiktoks to each other.”
“and every response is like ‘real’ ‘same’ ‘me’ ‘us’ over and over,” jack adds.
“god i love us,” you sigh, the studio growing quiet before bursting with you and jack’s laughter.
“okay, okay c’mon jack,” you chant, your eyes peering into his. “we have to be serious, grrrr.”
“what the—”
the screen cuts to black as the two of you continue to laugh and cry, a “take two” sign flashing on the screen before cutting back to normal.
“who would survive in a zombie apocalypse? definitely not me,” you quickly say as you read the prompt on the block.
“how come?”
“ummm,” you drag out, tapping your under finger on your chin, “como se dice… i’d be quickly taken out by my own means.”
the studio grows quiet as the meaning of your euphemism sinks in, a small cough being heard in the background.
“awww, don’t say that,” jack pulls you in for a hug, squeezing his arms around your frame. “i’ll use my big strong muscles to protect you.”
“my hero,” you hum, flapping your eyelashes at him.
his grip around you loosens as he pulls back to flex his arms, giving each bicep a kiss before winking at the camera. “no but like i feel like i’d be perfect at surviving in a zombie apocalypse, especially since i’m from virginia i’d be like dale from the walking dead. you need something? i’m your guy.”
jack quickly grabs the next building block, the tower wobbling at the force.
“what was the most surprising thing about filming avatar 2?”
“i’d say getting close to people and the family i feel i’ve gained from this. like i’ve definitely created relationships that’ll last a lifetime” you say, your eyes soft as you look up at jack
his soft expression matches yours as the deeper meaning to your answer fills his head. a smile creeps onto his face as his eyes study your features; the features he loved so much. jack tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows as you squint your eyes and point your head to the camera, trying to signal something to him. after repeating the action once more, it finally clicks what you’ve been trying to tell him.
he’d been staring at you for too long.
“no yeah, the relationships and bonds i’ve build are definitely special,” jack rushes out, looking directly into the camera. “would also say the most surprising thing was that the big actors who worked on the first film weren’t snotty and rude.”
“true, true,” you say, wagging your finger in agreeance.
“y’know cause it’s so easy to be like ‘where’s my coffee? raaaa!’ but no one was like that, and i really appreciate that,” jack finishes off before you take the next block.
“what was your most embarrassing fashion moment? i don’t really know,” you say.
“like when i was a kid, my mom would dress me in mix matching patterns and it was horrendous. like i’d been wearing zebra pants with a leopard print top, but i don’t know if that reallly counts as my most embarrassing fashionable moment since my mom technically picked out my outfit.”
“i don’t know, maybe your mom was going for the madagascar vibe,” jack mumbles, shrugging his shoulders as you glare at him.
“y’know what, i wanna hear what your most embarrassing fashion moment was like.”
“actually,” jack bounces on his tippy toes and points his index finger in the air, mocking the stereotypical nerd. “i’ve been quite fashionable my entire life.”
“i’m done,” you groan, placing the block back into the tower before walking off. “i can’t with you jack, i can’t!”
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he laughs, pulling you back with ease. “if i’m being honest, I just can’t think of an embarrassing fashion moment.”
“hmph, oh well! pull the next one jackie,” you shrug.
following your orders, he does just that, reading the message taped to the bottom.
“dream karaoke song? hmmm that’s a tough one.”
“september,” you shout, “by earth wind and fire.”
“oooo yes,” he exclaims, snapping his fingers at you. “o-or better yet, let’s groove.”
“those songs are so you to be honest,” you chortle, humming as you try to decide what your song would be.
“ummm, if i had to choose a song, it’d probably be i have nothing by whitney houston.”
“but don’t make me close one more door,” jack belts out, singing into his hand like a microphone.
“i don’t wanna hurt anymore,” you finish, matching his dramatic energy.
“r.i.p whitney,” you frown, jack pulling out the next block.
“who had the best chat up lines?”
“chat up lines,” you laugh, “what the hell is that?”
“it means pick up lines,” the producer on the side lines comments.
“we’re in england love,” jack says in his best british accent, thonking you in the head with the wooden block, “get with the times.”
“my bad, my bad,” you whine, rubbing the spot he smacked.
“ooooo. okay, okay. i got one,” jack jumps, turning his body towards you. “ahem. one a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine ‘cause i’m the one you need.”
“okay, okay,” you laugh, giving jack a little clap. “i honestly thought you were gonna go with the tennessee pick up line.”
“i was, but then i thought let me switch it up and be creative.”
“thank god,” you yell, “i probably would’ve slapped you if you did.”
“what about you y/n? what’s your best chat up line?”
“i know the difference between your and you’re. cause you’re mine and i’m yours,” you say, dragging you finger up his chin before winking at him.
“unt unt,” jack laughing, waving his hand in front of his face. “never do that again.”
“what’s the last picture in your camera roll,” you ask as you grab yet another block.
the two of you catch each others glance before bursting out into laughter.
“okay wait, wait. before i show you, i wanna preface that we took these like right before we came on set,” jack cries, eyes filling with tears.
pulling out his phone, jack turns it toward the camera, showing the audience his latest photo. the picture displayed you staring up at the camera in .5 mode, your nose and forehead talking up most of the space.
“stop jack, it looks so bad,” you whine, hiding your face in his arm.
“no, no show them the one you took of me.”
sighing in agreement, you turn your phone toward the camera, the picture you took of jack on full display. his curly hair was held back by his hand, and his tongue stuck out as he gave his best silly face to your camera.
“we’re just silly geese guys,” you mumble, jack laughing in agreement.
“who was your first celebrity crush,” jack asks, pulling another block after the two of you calmed down.
“probably shego from kim possible. either her or starfire.”
“real, real,” you hum. “i know he’s not my first celebrity crush, but like i had a hugeeee crush on him as a kid.”
“who?”
“ross lynch.”
“fair, fair,” jack hums.
“i mean austin monica moon? brady from teach beach movie? c’mon y’all,” you humph, slapping your arms against your thighs.
“broooo, teen beach movie is so good!!! we need to watch it sometime,” jack comments.
“right? don’t stop, stop the music,” you sing, carrying out the choreography to the famous song.
“show us your party trick,” you say, pulling out the second to last block.
placing the block down, you turn to see jack swinging his legs and arms back and forth while snapping his fingers.
“go white boy, go white boy. go, go, go white boy,” you cheer on as you start to raise the roof.
jack laughs at your dance, stopping his own as he turns to you for you answer.
“i don’t know if i have a party trick,” you frown.
“you play the ukulele,” jack points out as he tries to come up with one for you.
“yeah, but i don’t know if only knowing how to play the campfire song song by spongebob counts as a party trick.”
“yeah well it makes for a fun party.”
“thank you, jack,” you pat his back as you hold your head down. “thank you.”
“this is the last block,” the producer cuts in as you go to grab another.
“wait because of time,” jack asks, eyes brightening.
“yeah,” the producer mumbles.
“let’s go,” the two of you jump, dapping each other up.
“wait,” you stop, jack stopping with you. “i feel like this should be in like some sort of hall of fame. like we timed them out. how many people you know have lasted this long?”
“none,” jack finishes before turning towards the decrepit tower.
“okay, okay, you wanna pull the last one together?” jack asks.
nodding, you scoot closer to him, your body pressed against the side of his as you try to grab onto the last block. on the last count of three, the two of you quickly swipe out the block, causing the entire tower to fall.
“compliment your castmate,” the two of you say together before throwing the block on the ground.
“you give off such himbo pinterest tiktok boyfriend vibes and i love that for you,” you say, nodding your head as you stare at your costar.
“i have no idea what any of that meant.”
“y’know, like you’re tall, sweet, respectful, charming, strong, kinda dumb, but super smart.”
“omg stahp,” jack says in a valley girl accent, giggling to himself before bending down and whispering a quick, “keep going.”
“generous, humble, funny, handsome, i could go on and on,” you smile, eyes holding jack’s gaze. “but no, yeah, you’re all around a great person, and i’m glad i met you through the film.”
smiling down at you, jack starts, “you’re honestly such a great person y/n. you’re so kind and wise, and i really appreciate that i can go from having a deep intellectual conversation with you,” jack says, his voice lowering, “ to being silly and crazy,” jack raises his voice to a squeaky pitch, “and you’d match my energy no matter what. i’m also glad we met through the film.”
you smile widens, time seeming to stop as you bask in each other's presence. snapping out of your small trance, you turn towards the camera saying, “a film you guys should watch in theaters.”
“yeah,” jack yells, pumping up his fist. “go watch avatar: the way of water. woo!”
looking around the two of you, you take in just how many blocks fell on the floor and puddled at your feet.
“ugh, now we gotta clean all this up,” you groan, bending down and grabbing a handful.
“don’t worry, i’ll help you,” jack mumbles, squatting down and picking up some blocks himself.
“thanks babe.”
and with that, the video ends.
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jackchampionsgirl • 1w ago
I’M SORRY??? BABE?!?!?! THERE’S NO WAY NOTHING’S GOING ON BETWEEN THEM
↳ user38495748 • 1w ago
RIGHT!!! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAUGHT THAT!
↳ therealchampion • 5d ago
y’all chill out 🙄 y/n literally calls everyone babe/love
rebbeca smith • 6d ago
THEIR CHEMISTRY, I CAN’T 😭😭😭
babysharkdodo • 1w ago
I NEED ME SOMEONE WHO LOOKS AT ME THE WAY JACK AND Y/N LOOK AT EACH OTHER!!!
↳ ethanlandrysbaby • 3d ago
REAL!!! LIKE I DONT KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE 😭😭
user947463936 • 4d ago
ummmm? so is no one gonna comment on the fact that jack LITERALLY got on his knees for y/n?
areyoulostbabygorl45 • 2d ago
it’s so weird seeing jack and y/n on the big screen cause we’re literally the same age and it’s like damn 😔 what am I doing wrong with my life
icespiceforlife • 1d ago
not jack giving ice spice a run for her money with them eyes rolls 💀
↳ sam & tara • 1d ago
RIGHT! Like he’s SO sassy
chadmeeksmartinsbae • 4d ago
they knew what they were doing by asking them them questions, ESPECIALLY the last one
↳ meandyourdaughter • 2d ago
‼️‼️‼️ I’m sorry but if you still think jack and y/n are “just friends” after watching this interview, you’re dumb asl 💀
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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐚𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡!!! 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 🫶🏾
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