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takenbypeter · 1 month ago

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Hello! Per your most recent announcement I have a Bob x Reader request🙂‍↕️(Pls) The reader has a sonic scream like Black Canary & is an expert in diff martial arts. She also wears the same costume (the bodysuit, leather jacket & fishnet tights)🙈So ofc Bob finds her very attractive and gets nervous around her but she’s oblivious bc she thinks he’s like that in general with everyone. Bob also thinks he doesn’t have a chance bc he sees how close her & Bucky are but they’ve been friends for years since she’s an OG Avenger & sided with Steve during the Sokovia accords. Then we have Yelena trying to encourage Bob to make a move and Bucky trying to get the reader to see the obvious signs that Bob likes her. A little chaos but fluff in the end lol. Thank you!

Push To Start

Bob Reynolds x reader

Words: 2757

A/N: This might not be as chaotic as you wanted but yayyy first Bob fic! I have a few WIP but feel free to request again. Thanks for requesting and I love Black Canary that’s one of my girls!!!

“Hut!” Your voice bounced off the walls, while your blow landed with a thud as it came in contact with a heavy metal arm.

You heard a gasp from across the room creating a bit of a distraction. Taking the millisecond Bucky grabbed your legs knocking you down in the process. You strained, trying to escape but bit but he pinned you down.

From your position on the floor you could see the man behind the gasp. Bob. He was seated on his usual bench when you and Bucky spared. His face was decorated with a look of fret.

Bucky didn’t have to follow your eyes to know who you were looking at. “Your fanboy is being a bit annoying don’t you think?”

You frowned pulling Bucky closer then tumbling around, switching positions so you’ve got him held to the mat now.

“He’s not my fanboy, he’s here to learn about fighting styles.”

You glanced up again, noticing Bob's worry was now replaced with an expression of awe.

Bucky escaped from your hold pretty easily and soon enough you two were both on your feet again. The next moments were filled with both parties obtaining hits, back and forth until Bucky wrapped you in a headlock, his arm tightening as you struggled.

“Right, which is why he’s only in this room when you’re in this room. Or the fact that he’s been here for weeks and weeks and never once touched this mat.”

You lifted your top lip, snarling at his words. “He’s a visual learner, so what?” You squeaked out before using a small amount of your sonic scream. The screech, though not directed at Bucky, irritated his ears enough that it caused him to let go and fall to his knees. Once he landed, you grabbed him and tossed him over your shoulder. He landed but was on his way up again, quick.

“Yeah sure that’s it,” he said, pushing the sweat off of his forehead.

You were done with this conversation. Kicking it into high gear, you charged at the man and landed strike after strike until you finally knocked him down and right as he hit the ground. The timer went off.

The tension in your body lightened as your arms dropped to your side while Bucky lay on the floor, both were exhausted.

Bob stood up clapping at your victory and turning to him you gave a bow before waving as if you had just won a pageant.

“Amazing,” he complimented, “really awesome,” and you grinned at him, “thank you, thank you.”

Behind you, you heard Bucky shifting around on the mat, “don’t worry about me, I’m fine. The mat is pretty comfy.”

You laughed a bit before heading towards Bob on the bench who handed you your towel and water bottle once you were close enough, “thanks.”

“No problem.”

“I’m gonna go get changed I’ll be right out.”

“And I’ll just get my own water,” you heard Bucky mumble under his breath while he head to the door. You rolled your eyes at his comment carrying on with your task at hand.

Bob waited patiently outside the changing room. It wasn’t a long wait, in fact it was quicker than usual and soon you came back out in your suit.

Bob’s eyes blinked harshly, trying his best not to look down like a creep and check you out. He’s seen you in the suit multiple times, but god you made those fish-tights look good.

At his silence plus the awkwardness you were beginning to feel, you grabbed the bottom of your leather jacket and turned your upper half to the side, showing the fit off.

“How do I look?” You joked.

And little did you two know that while you asked Yelena quietly had made her appearance at the end of the hallway. Instead of approaching she watched seeing how Bob Reynolds would play this out.

Bob wasn’t sure if his jaw was open or closed but all he knew was he had to pull himself together. “You look amazing…stunning—perfect—well you always look perfect.”

“Relax,” you placed a hand on his shoulder trying to calm his ramblings. And while you thought this was a relaxing gesture all it did was make Bob more aware of the fact that you were there. “I was joking.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as a silly smile took over his lips, “right.”

You shared a smile before he realized what you in your suit could only mean. “You’re going on a mission?”

“Yeah Valentina messaged me while I was changing. So Bucky and I are heading out soon.”

“You and Bucky? Why do they always pair you two together?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, probably cause we work well together. Our fighting styles complete each other,” you kidded, batting your eyelashes while Bob forced a laughing sound to come out of his mouth.

“Okay well, don’t be gone too long,” he snapped his fingers, with them landing in a finger gun position, (something he immediately regretted after doing,) “I’ll be waiting right here.”

You tried your hardest not to laugh at the outdated hand gesture, while he continued on, “well not right here—I mean I’ll be in the building, waiting— but I’m not like just waiting if for you, I’ll be doing other things. Because waiting like a stalker is weird so yeah.”

That did it. You let out the laughter, it echoing down the hallway while you waved him off, and started walking, “bye Bob, I’ll see you later.”

Bob watched as you retreated unable to take his eyes off of you. He tried his most not to gawk at your figure but like he said, you looked good. And then finally you were gone.

He let out a sigh realizing he was once again alone. But he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

“Very smooth.”

“Ah!” Bob backed away from the voice, leaping from the blonde who stood right beside him her eyes also to where Bob was last peering at.

“Geez, you act like you’ve seen a ghost.“

His body relaxed at Yelena’s words recognizing that he was in a fact safe, but his mind was still alert.

“So I’m tired of this riff raff, will they won’t they? Ask her out already—ooh what’s the plan? I don’t want to help but I just want to be there to see how you manage this one.”

“Wh—what are you talking about?” It wasn’t out of nervousness that he stuttered in fact he was trying his hardest to plead innocence.

“Oh don’t do that. Don’t play that game. You like her, it’s obvious so let’s just put our big boy pants on and ask her out now, okay? Okay.”

Bob opened his mouth to protest but just closed it accepting the fact that he couldn’t argue with Yelena. She was one of the few who could easily read him.

“Okay yes I like her but there is no plan. Plus she has this whole thing for Bucky so that’s that.”

Yelena let out a snort, “her?” She pointed to where your figure was last seen, “and Bucky? That’s hilarious. You’re funnier than you realize.” She smacked his arm laughing out loud while she did so, but her laughter subsided once she realized he wasn’t joining in with her.

“You’re serious? Oh she does not like him.”

“Why else would they be together all the time? They spar together, keep tabs on each other. Bucky keeps his distance from everybody else except from her. I don’t blame the guy, I just know I can’t beat him.”

Yelena’s jaw dropped, “wow you really are…” what she wanted to say was an idiot but she didn’t want to beat the guy further down a hole he was already putting himself in.

“Look, they're not a thing. They’re just close. They’ve known each other for years and years. She was on Captain America’s side with Bucky when the whole internal avengers war thing happened. So yeah they’re close but they’ve never once dated, or kissed, nothing. Don’t you think they would’ve done something by now if they were interested in each other.”

Bob was silent because in a way, Yelena was right. Years and years, and not once has one made a move on the other.

“So again I’ll ask, what’s the plan?”

Bob was quiet again, this new information plus his own information rattling inside his head.

But ultimately he expressed, “there is no plan. If she doesn’t like a guy as great as Bucky, then what chance do I even have?” He shrugged, turning his back not wanting to talk further on the subject so he just walked away.

Yelena hated getting sucked into this mushy gushy situation. But she stood there nodding and pressing her lips together watching his back get smaller and smaller as his distance from her grew.

“Okay, guess it’s up to me. Again,” she said after he was gone and out of ear shot.

A few hours had passed and as usual the mission had been successful. Sure there were some bumps in the road and you had to come to Bucky’s aid twice but who was really counting anyways. Oh wait, you were.

You groaned as you stretched your back inside the jet, waiting for the ride back to come to its end.

“How much do you want to bet your new puppy dog is waiting for you at the front door?”

You frowned at Bucky knowing exactly who he was referring to. “Don’t call him that. He just admires us, that's all.”

“Us? More like you.”

“Us.”

“Right cause he cheers for me when I win at sparring.”

“I can’t help it that he thinks I’m cooler than you. I mean have you seen my powers? Anyone would think that.”

Bucky shook his head, a smile prevalent on his face. “He gets nervous around you.”

“He gets nervous around everyone,” you argue.

“Not really. Not anymore. He’s still only like that with you.”

“Bucky enough,” was your response invoking Bucky to give the biggest eye roll you’ve ever seen him do.

But despite your firm stand on the whole situation, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed when Bob wasn’t waiting for you at the door like Bucky had mentioned earlier. Pushing the feeling off you turned to Buck, “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll see you later,” you said heading off towards your quarters while Bucky headed towards the kitchen.

Great, now that Bucky stirred the thought that was hidden in the back of your head, you couldn’t get it out. Bob didn’t like you. Why would he? I mean why wouldn’t he, but he treated you the same way he had when you first met. He was just naturally that way…right?

Great now you were thinking weird thoughts. Well not weird but what if Bob did actually have feelings for you how would that even work? It would be so complicated. But he is sweet. And kind. And he reminded you of about half of the fictional crushes you used to have. Great you shook your head grabbing your towel, Bucky was ruining your life throwing these thoughts into your brain.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you said with a firm and convincing voice, “he doesn’t like me.” And with that you hopped in the shower, and began washing the sweat and stink fork the day away.

After your shower you ended up taking a nap, which is exactly what you needed to let your body heal a bit. Hours passed and as soon as you were up, you went into the kitchen and ran into Bucky.

“There you are,” he said, catching your attention as you grabbed a green apple from the open fruit dish on the kitchen counter.

“Bob was looking for you in the sparring room.”

“In the sparring room?”

“Yeah. Said something about wanting you to teach him or something.”

You suppressed your face from spreading into a wide beam and while you were still tired from the earlier mission, sparring with Bob? Now this, you were wide awake for.

Taking your leave you left Bucky heading towards said location.

And keeping your excitement in check you made your way and entered the room. Stepping inside and taking a peek around you easily realized, nobody was in here.

Turning around you were about to go question the man who led you on this wild Bob chase when the door opened and there stood Bob.

He looked surprised to see you like he hadn’t been expecting you.

“Hi.” He said standing in the doorway, his hand still on the handle.

“Hi?” No words were spoken and honestly you were positive Bucky just set you up.

“I was told you wanted to learn about sparring?”

Bob smiled, a bit of laughter leaving his lips as he looked away. “I mean I do want to learn but Yelena told me there was a surprise in here for me, so here I am.”

“That’s weird, why woul—“ your question got interrupted as Bob’s body stumbled. As it lunged forward the door behind him slammed shut before a locking sound was heard.

Yelena came into view on the glass window and gave a little wave with her signature closed lip smile before leaving your sight.

You turned back to Bob who suddenly didn’t look as lost as you.

“What is going on?” You asked, confusion just increasing with every action that was just taken.

Bob who suddenly was putting pieces together let out an, “oh,” sound before explaining.

“I think I know what this is about.” Without giving himself a second thought he let out, “she’s trying to set us up.”

“Set us up?”

He shakes his head while looking down, (a habit you noticed that he tended to do).

“Yeah, for some reason she thinks you like me and I like you. So she set up this whole not so elaborate plan—Which is crazy,” he laughed a bit too enthusiastically. “I mean you and me? Wild, right?”

You joined in, with his strange and forced laughter. In all honesty, you felt weird about your thoughts from earlier, mainly because this only proved your original theory that he didn’t like you but also, were you disappointed that he said that?

“I mean you? Like me? Can you imagine?” He continued burying himself deeper and deeper into this word hole, “I mean can you imagine me even asking you out, like what would you even say if I did?” He said the words with the same joking tone, yet it was an odd question to ask.

You let out a little chuckle copying him, “I don’t know. But, can you imagine us even actually dating? Would that be weird?”

He nodded, “weird.”

“So weird.”

The laughter died and suddenly you two were sharing an odd expression, one that looked as if you both were trying to decode something that just happened. As if each were trying to understand the underlying message that was being said.

“Would it be so weird?” He asked, trying to see if you two were on the same page.

“No, I was exaggerating, it wouldn't be so weird,” you emphasized, narrowing your eyes at the man whose tense expression finally relaxed.

“Then would it be weird if I asked you to dinner…with me?”

He wasn’t laughing anymore, now he was serious. And so were you. “No it wouldn’t. Would it be weird if I said yes?”

Bob smiled a bit and your lips followed the direction of his.

“It wouldn’t.”

“…so if let’s say tomorrow night at seven, we meet up in the lobby downstairs and have ourselves a not so weird date, how would that sound?”

“Not so weird,” he said.

You laughed as he backed up, slightly proud of himself for making that laugh come out from your mouth.

Wanting to leave on a good note he walked backwards towards the door,

“Alright, so I will see you later,” turning around he reached for the handle and yanked. The door shifted a bit in place but ultimately remained shut. He turned around a goofy look taking over now, “right, we’re locked in here.”

You nodded laughing at the dumb circumstance. “How long do you think till she comes and gets us?”

“Probably an hour.”

You nodded again and looked at the side trying to figure out what to do with the remaining time. Until eventually throwing out an idea.

“Wanna spar?”

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cosmicalily · 7 months ago

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5:37pm with kim seungmin - a @cosmicalily timestamp

author’s note: oh, kim seungmin. you’re the only boy keeping me bisexual (as opposed to being a lesbian), the victim of the sole 3% of male attraction in my heart. love you pookums!

Shopping to furnish your very own home with Seungmin was every bit as exciting and chaotic as you expected it to be, but you made it fun. What would have been a chore became a challenge, a game, from his warm hand in the back pocket of your jeans to your habit of pointing out silly quilt covers and exclaiming how they were exactly his style. Young love, an old woman had chuckled, watching Seungmin scoop you off a display bed that you had made yourself quite at home in.

“Softer mattresses are comfy,” you argued.

“Firmer mattresses are better for your back,” Seungmin retaliated, and then proceeded to list a dozen other reasons why it was the smarter choice. You weren’t really listening. When he was passionately talking about something, whether it be Mini’s incredibly complex thoughts and personality, his favourite album, or, at this very moment, the density of mattresses, you always fell a little more in love with him. His eyes would sparkle and he’d talk, calmly but intelligently, and my god, if it wasn’t the most attractive thing ever.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“We’re getting the firm mattress, yeah?” Seungmin asked, looking amused.

“Sure baby, whatever you want,” you replied, still in a trance. He chuckled, pulling your face close to your cheek, which you assumed he would kiss. Instead, he licked it, the way Mini would, and you squealed, snapping out of your daydream and kicking him softly in the shins.

Once the two of you were in the car, bedframe and mattress safely secured, Seungmin turned to you, eyes sparkling. “I can’t believe we’re going to get married next year,” he whispered, and you smiled at him. Sappy Seungmin, although often only found in small quantities, was your favourite, and something about the intimacy and domesticity of everything recently; getting engaged, adopting your beloved puppy, Mini, buying your first home; had brought him out a whole lot more.

“Me neither,” you cupped his soft cheeks with your hands and kissed him on the nose. “There’s nobody else I’d want to do any of this with, you know. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Seungmin said, cheeks a little pink. You hauled yourself over the centre console and onto his lap, the way you usually did, holding him close. You kissed his lips, soft and deep, and he ran a hand through your hair, smiling dreamily.

“We should probably get home to our child,” you remarked, a little reluctantly. A part of you wanted to stay in this moment, making out with Seungmin in the IKEA car park until your lungs combusted.

“Yeah,” Seungmin replied breathlessly, and he kissed you again.

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pinkslipxox · 7 months ago

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could you do a fic like a compilation when Billie have spoke about her kids (the twins) in an interview

hola mi amor! I did a compilation of Billie talking about her twins from newborns to two year olds, hope you like it 😘🥰

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Newborns:

The bright studio lights shone on Billie Eilish, her usual edgy style softened by a gentle, almost ethereal glow. She sat poised and composed, yet a nervous energy thrummed beneath the surface, a quiet anticipation in the way she clasped her hands. The interviewer, a seasoned professional, leaned forward, his voice a smooth baritone.

"Billie," he began, "you've always been very private about your personal life. But recently, you've become a mother. Can you share a little bit about that experience?"

Billie paused, a soft smile gracing her lips. The usual enigmatic aura that surrounded her seemed to dissipate, replaced by a radiant warmth. "It's… overwhelming," she confessed, her voice soft and tinged with emotion. "In the best possible way."

She spoke about Ava and Mia, her twin daughters, her words filled with a quiet reverence. "They're… amazing. Tiny little humans, full of so much life and energy. Ava's a little more serious, always observing. Mia’s a bit more mischievous, always smiling." A genuine laugh, light and airy, escaped her lips.

The interviewer nodded, encouraging her to continue.

Billie continued, her eyes glistening slightly. "It's changed everything," she said, her voice catching slightly. "My perspective, my priorities… everything. It's hard to explain. It's just… unconditional love. Pure, unadulterated love."

She paused, taking a deep breath, her usual composure momentarily faltering. "And Y/N…" she began, her voice softening even further. "My wife… she's incredible. She's the strongest person I know. She's been amazing through all of this." Her voice cracked, and she quickly wiped away a stray tear. "She's my rock, my everything. I don’t know what I would do without her."

***

Six Months Old:

"Billie," the interviewer began, poised and ready, "you've become a mother of twins! How's that changed your world?”

Billie smiled, a genuine, heart-warming smile that reached her eyes. "It's… chaotic," she admitted, her voice soft and warm. "Pure, beautiful chaos. But the best kind of chaos." She paused, her fingers gently tracing a small, barely-there ring on her left hand.

"They're six months old now, Ava and Mia," she continued, her voice filled with a quiet pride. "And they’re already so different. Ava's a little more serious, very observant. She’ll just stare at you intensely, like she's figuring out your whole life story. Mia, on the other hand… well, Mia's a little comedian."

A soft laugh escaped her lips, a sound both light and happy. "The other day," she recounted, her eyes twinkling, "we were trying to give them a bath. It’s always a bit of a production, right? Lots of screaming and splashing. Well, Mia, in the midst of all the chaos, managed to grab a rubber ducky and completely submerge it in the soapy water, then proceed to drink the soapy water from the duck’s little mouth. It was absolutely disgusting, but also… hilarious."

Billie chuckled again, her shoulders shaking with laughter. The studio audience mirrored her amusement, their laughter a ripple of shared joy.

"Y/N and I just looked at each other," Billie recounted, "and started laughing. It was utter mayhem, but it was also pure, unadulterated joy. It’s moments like that, the messy, crazy moments, that I treasure the most. It's the stuff that makes the everyday incredible."

She paused, her expression softening. "They’re my whole world. Y/N and I, we’re learning as we go, but the love… it’s something I never knew existed, you know? It’s overwhelming, but in the best possible way. I never thought I could feel this much love for anyone or anything."

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1 Year Olds:

Billie sat comfortably, radiating a quiet contentment that was far removed from her sometimes enigmatic public persona. The interviewer, a seasoned professional, smiled warmly.

"Billie," he began, "Happy belated birthday to your twin daughters! Ava and Mia just turned one."

Billie's face lit up. "Thank you!" she replied, her voice soft and full of warmth. "It was such a special day." She paused, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "It’s hard to believe they’re already a year old. It feels like just yesterday we were bringing them home from the hospital."

She launched into a description of Ava and Mia’s first birthday party, her voice brimming with affection. "We kept it pretty small," she explained. "Just close family and friends. Y/N and I planned everything together – it was a real team effort." A soft blush colored her cheeks as she mentioned her wife.

"We had a little 'twins' theme," she continued, her eyes sparkling. "We made sure there were plenty of toys, soft blankets and lots of delicious, baby-friendly food. Ava and Mia mostly just stared at everything with wide eyes. Ava seemed fascinated by the balloons. Mia mostly wanted to try and eat everything, even the flowers!" She chuckled, a warm, melodic sound that filled the studio.

"The cake," she said, her voice softening, "was the best part. A double-decker, each layer decorated differently. We had a little photoshoot, but they were more interested in grabbing the frosting!"

Billie's voice took on a sweeter tone as she recounted a particular moment. "Y/N captured this amazing picture of Ava reaching out and grabbing Mia's hand. It was so pure and sweet, it made me cry." Her usual guarded demeanor was gone; in its place, a tender and profoundly loving mother glowed through. "It was a really special moment. It perfectly captured the essence of what having twins is like – this beautiful, messy, and chaotic love."

The interviewer nodded, his gaze gentle and understanding.

Billie concluded with a soft sigh, a faraway look in her eyes. "It was the most perfect day. Being able to celebrate our beautiful girls with the people we love, all under one roof… it doesn't get much better than that."

***

18 Months Old:

The gently slow radiating off Billie was palpable. Gone was the usual edgy attire; she was dressed in something soft and comfortable, her hair pulled back in a simple style. She looked relaxed, content, and utterly radiant. The interviewer smiled warmly.

"Billie," he began, "your twin daughters, Ava and Mia, are about to turn two. Can you believe it?"

Billie's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of disbelief and wonder in their depths. "I can't," she breathed, her voice hushed with emotion. "It feels like just yesterday they were tiny newborns. Now they're running around, exploring the world, getting into everything!" A gentle laugh escaped her lips, a sound full of love and wonder.

She described Ava and Mia's personalities, her voice soft and tender. "Ava is still our little observer. She's so thoughtful, always watching, taking everything in. Mia… well, Mia is still our little comedian. She's always cracking us up, getting into mischief. She just loves making faces and being silly!"

The interviewer nodded, prompting her to continue.

Billie's gaze softened as she talked about her wife, Y/N. "Y/N is incredible," she said, her voice filled with reverence and love. "As a partner, she's my rock. She’s my best friend, my confidante, my everything. And as a mother? She’s simply extraordinary. She’s so patient, so loving, so incredibly strong. Seeing her with Ava and Mia fills my heart with so much joy. She’s an amazing mother. I’m so lucky to have her."

Billie’s usual guarded demeanor seemed to completely melt away. She spoke with such genuine warmth and affection, a tenderness that radiated through the studio. Her eyes shone with a soft glow, conveying a depth of emotion rarely glimpsed in her public appearances.

"These past eighteen months have been the most challenging, yet most rewarding of my life," she confessed. "There are moments of utter exhaustion, moments of frustration, moments where I feel completely overwhelmed. But there are so many moments of pure, unadulterated joy that make it all worthwhile. Every tiny milestone, every giggle, every cuddle… it's all worth it. They’re perfect, both of them."

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2 Years Old:

The interviewer smiled softly. “Billie," he started, "your twin daughters, Ava and Mia, just turned two. What’s that like?"

Billie smiled, a genuine, heartwarming smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. "It's…intense," she admitted, her voice soft and warm. "The terrible twos are definitely living up to their name! It's a rollercoaster of emotions – pure joy, utter chaos, and everything in between. But seeing them reach these milestones is so incredible, it makes all the challenges worth it."

She recounted a recent moment with a proud chuckle. "Just yesterday, Ava finally figured out how to stack her blocks. She was so proud of herself, and watching her tiny face light up with accomplishment melted my heart. And Mia? Oh, Mia finally mastered walking backwards. She thinks it's the funniest thing ever." She shook her head, a mixture of amusement and love in her eyes.

The interviewer nodded, encouraging her to continue.

Billie's gaze softened as she turned to talk about her wife, Y/N. "Y/N is my hero," she said, her voice filled with deep admiration. "She's so amazing with them. She’s the calm amidst the storm. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without her. We’re a team, a real partnership. Y/N is not just an incredible mother, but also my best friend and my greatest source of support. Watching her navigate motherhood with such grace and patience is truly inspiring. She's just incredible."

She paused, reflecting for a moment. "Motherhood is the most challenging and rewarding experience of my life. It's exhausting, messy, and frequently overwhelming. But there's this unbelievable joy, this unbreakable bond, that makes it all worthwhile. Ava and Mia are teaching me so much about love, patience, and resilience. It's beautiful, really."

A gentle tear escaped her eye, and she quickly brushed it away with a self-deprecating smile. "I’m a mess, aren't I?" she whispered. But there was no embarrassment, only a profound and beautiful vulnerability, a testament to the overwhelming love she felt for her family. The interview became less of a professional engagement and more a tender sharing of her life's most profound joys, a heart-warming glimpse into the life of a devoted mother and wife, blissfully in love with her family.

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amuseoffyre · 7 months ago

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Fyre's convention adventures - Day 1

I've never done a con before, but for the chance to meet 5 of the folk from my favourite little pirate show, of course I was going to break that streak. Especially since it was a convention entirely focused on them and the show.

And since this is liable to get long, lemme put a lil snip

Since it was a hotel con and only focused on the one show, it was a lot smaller and more intimate than the more intimidating scale (to me) of Comiccons and things like that. Plus loads of people I knew already from fan meet-ups and things were going, which made it sound a lot more fun.

It was also the time for the wider OFMD fan community to meet the OFMD muppets :D My priority was to take down all of the characters of the cast who would be attending, so 5 in all: my latest Stede, Izzy, a new Calypso, Lucius and Jim. And two extras on commission - a second Stede and a full-body Ed in his Penitence Onesie. Seven in all 😅

I had three of them shipped down special delivery and the other four filled my case. Thank goodness for a generous hand-luggage allowance is all I can say. It also turned out to be the best decision of my life to bring them because they cause chaotic joy all over the place.

Did a bunch of mingling and scheming (more details on the Elusive Birthday Scroll later) and then the opening night and got to say it never stops being surreal seeing people off the telly in the same room as you.

Since I was treating myself to the gold ticket, I got to go along to the fanmeet which is basically a group of 8 at a table get a few minutes with each of the guests, speed-dating style (we also did chair rotation so everyone got a chance to sit beside the guests). Since we had enough muppets for nearly everyone, lo, we had them arrayed around the table on peoples' laps :)

I'm gonna do a brief summary of each, pulling in from my notes made the morning after as well.

First up was Vico when I was sitting by the guest seat and I got exactly the "OMG!" reaction I had hoped for when they saw the puppets❤️ Turns out they're super into puppetry (as is their partner) and have been incorporating it into their drag routines and have been planning to do a lot more with it with mention of an N'Sync style puppet routine for themself as well.

They also talked about an actor they've been compared to for years - Roberta Colindrez - and that they have recently done some work together and it made Vico realise that they are the muppet version of Colindrez in human form XD They are so animated as well, all hands all moving all the time :D I also said if I could arrange it, I'd try and get the puppet to them if they wanted it (Con rules are that you can't hand gifts directly to guests)

Nathan was second and went "ooooh those are all so creepy... except that one. He's gorgeous" about the Lucius puppet :D He chatted a bit about the show and adamantly insisted that he is a professional actor no matter what the sandwich to the head scene tells you.

Kristian was our third and for the first time in my life, someone recognised my accent as Scottish 🥹 Turns out we both have family from similar parts over here :D We had a nice chat about the places people were all from around the table.

And, of course, he got to see and hold Calypso :) Unlike all my other muppets, I redesigned her specifically for him. My usual design, the neck would be too small, so instead, I left the back of her head open and scaled up the body with a flat base.Course, he didn't know this and went a-seeking the hole 🤣 I explained she'd been redesigned and he had a chuckle about the fact "I went straight under the skirt there" :D "She's got better make-up than me" as well :D

And when I told him she was for him, his eyes went as big as Puss in Boots. And of course, then started pondering what would happen if he crossed her with his furry Calypso muppet and what kind of babies they would have. Probably furry XD

Next up was Con and with the most perfect timing, he arrived at the table just as one of our gang was shoving their hand right up the Izzy muppet 🤣 "Blooooody hell," says he and just has a good look around at all the mups. Asks who made them and all fingers point my way and he was out of his chair in an instant and around the table to give me the biggest hug and tell me "these are genius".

There may have been a bit of blue-screening in that moment and mental declarations of fealty.

I don't even remember how he ended up holding the Izzy muppet (or why he ended up giving it a snog 🤣), but he happily cradled it for the rest of the chat and looked very thrilled when I said that he could have it after the con if he wanted. Topic moved on and led to discussions of the boyfriend of one of the attendees, who made an... impression on him. Relating to size. And proportion. And how bits... fit 🤣

When asked about cars, he said he likes something sturdy and reliable and a bit like him and someone said, "what? A mini?" XD He also would like to go back to theatre, but says it would absolutely have to be the right piece. There have been discussions but they fell through, and he's off back to America to do some filming this week.

And lastly, with me back in the guest-neighbour-seat, it was our captain, who is very excited about getting back on the road with his stand-up tour and has lots of other bits of work coming his way.

He also talked about the fact that OFMD isn't going anywhere. He compared it to shows like Fawlty Towers, where there's the kind of humour and character stuff in there that was good and funny and loved for years, despite not running long at all.

The Star Trek stuff wot he can't talk about has him all excited but he would also love to do Doctor Who, ideally as some kind of helpful alien, though he wouldn't mind playing a bad guy.

He'd also like to do Star Wars at some point, but after they've stopped doing this oversaturation stuff, because there is so much of it all pouring out all of the time and they've lost sight of the heart of it. He loved Rogue One, though, so more like that :)

They were all so lovely and attentive and enthusiastic and it genuinely did just feel like sitting down for a chat with a bunch of friends. And so. frigging. funny in such different and fantastic ways :D It was definitely a great start to the weekend and it only escalated from there :)

There was some music and discoing, but after early travel and much dashing about, honk-shu time was calling and day one of the Fyre's first con experience was done :)

#fyre's first con #ofmd #our flag means death #SFROP #Starfury Republic of Pirates

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drunken actions? | jjk

excerpt | going to a party, trying to have fun, taking your worries away... sounds like the best night... right?

warnings | smut, fluff, angst?, porn with plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, unprotective sex, jk does not have pull out game, kind of rough sex, slight dirty talk, deep talks, slight age gap, jk being a tease but also has a protective possessive side, reader being impulsive and kind of stupid, jealous jk, upset jk, sad reader but she's just human, maybe more?

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You held up the shimmering midnight blue dress, letting it drape from your fingertips. You examined it in the mirror, tilting your head from side to side with a pensive expression. “Too much? Or just enough?” You asked, a playful gleam in your eyes as you looked over at Luna, who was sprawled across the bed surrounded by a chaotic sea of makeup products, jewelry, and about three outfits that had already been vetoed.

Luna squinted, tapping her chin with a sparkly lavender nail. “It’s just enough if we’re aiming for ‘sophisticated mystery’ but too much if we’re trying for ‘girl next door,’” she replied thoughtfully, then burst out laughing at her own over-analysis. “No, ____, it’s perfect. That shade was basically made for you.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, feeling a bit of warmth rise to your cheeks at the compliment. “You really think so?” You pressed the dress to your frame, examining how the deep blue complimented your skin tone and brought out the brightness in your eyes. You weren’t usually one for glamorous parties— preferred cozy nights in with Luna, watching movies and critiquing each other’s style choices from the comfort of your couch. But tonight was different. It was the last big summer party before everyone scattered off to college, and you had finally been convinced to go all out.

“You look like a goddess,” Luna declared dramatically, throwing one of her own shirts over her shoulder like a diva. “Now sit down and let me do your makeup.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were still figuring out what you’re wearing?”

Luna shrugged. “I can multitask. Besides, you’re my canvas for tonight.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come on. We’re going bold.”

With a sigh that was more playful than genuine, you sat down, giving yourself over to Luna’s artistry. Luna was a whiz with makeup; she could transform even the most tired, “I’ve-been-studying-all-night” face into something fresh and fierce. You closed her eyes as Luna started dabbing foundation on her skin, her fingers light and precise.

“Did you see who texted in the group chat about the party?” Luna asked, a mischievous note in her voice. “Your favorite tall, dark, and brooding might just be there.” You opened one eye, feigning indifference. “Who, Adam?”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Yes, Adam! I’m telling you; he’s into you. That time you spilled coffee on him was fate, ____!”

You snorted, trying not to smudge the makeup Luna was carefully applying. “Right. Fate. Or just really bad luck. He didn’t exactly look thrilled when he was trying to wipe espresso off his shirt.”

“But he looked at you, didn’t he?” Luna smirked. “That’s basically the first step to falling in love.”

“I don’t think him shooting me a death glare counts as looking at me in that way, Lu,” you replied, though you couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at your lips. Truthfully, Adam had been looking at you a lot in class recently, and maybe you weren’t as immune to his mysterious charm as you pretended to be.

Might be evil to say but you just really loved the attention he was giving you. You loved the feeling of knowing that someone might be interested in little ol’ you. Deep down the only one you have eyes on is a certain someone.

“Oh, come on. Live a little! Tonight’s your night,” Luna said, dusting a soft rose blush onto your cheeks. “You’re finally going to let people see the real ____—well, the glamorous version of the real ____. No hoodies, no messy buns. Just…goddess.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Okay, okay, I’ll try to live up to this new title you’ve given me. But you know I’m only doing this because you asked me to come.”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend,” Luna said with a grin, now moving on to eyeshadow. She took a deep breath and held up two palettes, one a shimmering bronze, the other a bold, smoky grey. “All right, do we want ‘smoky siren’ or ‘golden glow’? What vibe are we channeling?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Let’s do the smoky look. If I’m going to try this whole ‘mysterious’ thing, I might as well commit.”

Luna’s eyes sparkled with approval. “Love it. You’re going to be unstoppable tonight.”

As Luna layered the shades onto your eyelids, you guys fell into an easy silence, the only sound being the light scrape of brushes and the occasional clink of products being moved around. Outside, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow into the room and adding to the cozy, excited atmosphere. It felt almost surreal that this might be one of the last times you two would have a night like this.

“So, what about you?” You asked, opening your eyes when Luna gave you the go-ahead. “What are you wearing, Miss Indecisive?”

Luna shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I…honestly can’t decide. Part of me wants to go full-on fairy princess, with the glitter and the whole nine yards. But then…I kind of want to wear something edgy. Leather jacket, combat boots—you know, ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes.”

You tilted her head, studying your friend. “Why not both?”

Luna’s eyebrows shot up. “Both? How do you mean?”

“Well, like…a dress that’s flowy but maybe pair it with the combat boots and a jacket? Sort of like…an ethereal rebel look?”

Luna gasped, her eyes lighting up. “____! You’re a genius!” She leaped up, racing over to her closet and rummaging through it with newfound energy. “This is exactly what I needed. Why didn’t I think of that?”

You chuckled. “Because that’s what I’m here for.”

With a flurry of motion, Luna tossed clothes around, holding up a pale, shimmery dress that fell just above her knees. She then slipped her black combat boots onto her feet and threw a leather jacket over her shoulder, inspecting herself in the mirror with a satisfied smile.

“What do we think?” Luna asked, twirling to show you.

Your face split into a grin. “Perfect. You look like a fairy who can throw a punch.”

“Exactly the vibe I was going for,” Luna replied, giving you a wink. “Now we’re both set to make an impression.”

You both stood there for a moment, admiring each other’s outfits, and you felt a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. You’d been friends with Luna since elementary school, and it was strange to think about how much you’d both grown. In just a few months, you two will be in different cities, different lives—but for tonight, you’re here together, ready to take on the world—or at least the party.

A text buzzed on your phone, and you glanced down to see that it was from Adam.

“Speak of the devil,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Luna leaned over, peeking at the message. “He wants to know if you’re coming. Oh my gosh, ____! He is into you!”

You playfully nudged her away. “He probably just wants to make sure I’m not going to spill anything on him again.”

“Or,” Luna said, drawing out the word, “he’s hoping to see you in that stunning dress. But whatever helps you sleep at night.”

With one last glance in the mirror, you took a deep breath. “All right, let’s do this. For you, for me, and for whatever happens tonight.

Luna looped her arm through yours as you guys made your way to the door, grinning from ear to ear. “And remember: we’re unstoppable.”

As you two headed out, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and purple, like the start of a brand new chapter. The night awaited for you, and for once, you felt ready for whatever it had in store.

You had barely stepped outside when you spotted Adam’s car idling at the curb, his familiar black Sedan parked beneath the streetlight. Luna wasted no time, hustling her out the door and onto the sidewalk, where she proceeded to yank open the passenger door.

“Shotgun!” Luna announced loudly, ignoring the bewildered look Adam threw her way.

You blinked. “Uh, don’t you want the front?”

“Nope. Tonight is your destiny or something, remember?” She gave you a grin and then leaned her head into the back window, spotting their friend Jamie already lounging in the backseat.

Adam looked over, seeming slightly surprised when you slid into the passenger seat. His gaze flicked over your outfit, pausing a moment on your face before he turned his attention back to the road. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his stare. You buckled yourself in, sneaking a quick glance his way as he shifted in his seat.

In the back, Luna had already launched into a conversation with Jamie, loudly recounting some scandalous story from last weekend. You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath, knowing Luna’s flair for exaggeration.

Adam glanced over. “Something funny?" You shook your head, still smiling. “Just…Luna. She’s already got a whole audience back there.”

Adam smirked, one hand relaxed on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift. “She’s got a talent for that.”

It fell into a silence, one that you wished felt more natural. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, stealing a quick glance at him as he kept his eyes on the road. He looked good, dressed in a black button-up rolled at the sleeves. Your heart beat a little faster, and you cursed yourself for getting flustered.

It was just Adam, after all.

“So…any big plans after graduation?” he asked after a moment, his voice low and casual.

“Uh, kind of.” You shrugged, keeping your tone light. “Probably moving to the city. I got into a program out there.”

“Nice. That’s ambitious.” He looked over at you, a flash of something almost…impressed? in his expression. “Bet you’ll do well.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, meeting his gaze before looking back out the window. “What about you?”

“Sticking around for a bit,” he replied, his voice quieter. “I’ve got some things to figure out here first.” He cleared his throat, and you thought you saw his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.

Another silence settled between you two, this one feeling heavier, like words were hovering just out of reach. You glanced over, your eyes tracing the sharp angle of his jawline, wondering if he felt the same unspoken weight hanging between them.

In the backseat, Luna and Jamie were now fully immersed in a debate over which horror movies were “actually scary” versus just “cheap jump scares.”

“You know…” Adam’s voice broke your thoughts. “I, uh, almost didn’t come tonight. Figured it might be lame.”

“Oh, same,” you admitted with a laugh. “But Luna can be pretty damn persuasive.”

“Yeah, she’s like a little hurricane.” His lips curved up. “Always manages to rope people into her plans.”

You nodded, staring out the window at the blur of lights as they passed street after street. But your mind kept drifting—you couldn’t help it. Every now and then, Luna mentioned her brother, Jungkook, and your heart had an annoying habit of doing little flips at the thought of him. Even though he’d been a constant part of your life growing up as Luna’s older brother, it was only in the past year that you started looking at him differently. Not that you’d ever admit it.

Still, as they neared the party, your heart raced at the possibility of seeing him. You caught yourself imagining what he’d be wearing, how he’d probably give you one of those teasing smirks of his that made you want to punch him—or maybe kiss him. Ugh. You weren’t even sure anymore.

Adam glanced over, as if he could read your thoughts. “You seem kind of…lost in your head there,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye.

You rolled her eyes. “What, are you psychoanalyzing me now?”

He grinned. “Just noticing things. You keep fidgeting with your dress. Nervous?”

You snorted. “Nervous about what? This is just a party, Adam.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” he replied, his voice taking on a soft, amused tone. “But you don’t seem as…excited as I thought you’d be.”

You raised a brow, trying to deflect. “You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

He shrugged, a little smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve got a guess or two. You’re not as quiet as people think.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time you felt a tiny smile tugging at your lips. “Keep guessing, then. Maybe someday you’ll get it right.”

He chuckled softly, turning back to the road, but he seemed pleased with your answer. It was…nice. For the first time all night, the silence between them felt comfortable, like you guys found some kind of rhythm.

In the backseat, Luna finally noticed the lull in the front and leaned forward, poking her head between the two front seats. “So! What are we chatting about up here? Already planning our futures?”

Adam gave her a side-eye. “Just small talk, Luna. Don’t get too excited.”

Luna laughed. “Sure, sure. Just remember, ____, he only talks about ‘small talk’ with people he actually likes. And who wouldn’t, right? Adam here is a catch.” She winked dramatically, making Adam groan.

“Luna, you’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but a hint of a smile betrayed his irritation.

You just laughed, nudging Luna back. “Why don’t you go back to convincing Jamie that horror movies aren’t the worst?”

“Hey, they’re cultural masterpieces!” Luna shot back with a grin before retreating to the back, resuming her lively debate.

As they neared the party, your pulse picked up. You weren’t sure if it was because of Adam’s lingering glances or because of the hope that, somewhere in the crowd, you’d run into Jungkook. God, you hated how your thoughts kept returning to him, but you couldn’t help it. There was just something about him—something you hadn’t quite figured out yet but couldn’t ignore.

Adam parked, looking over at you one last time as he turned off the engine. “Well…ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, feeling a little spark of adrenaline as you met his gaze.

The house was already packed, pulsing with music and lights that turned everything into a haze of neon colors. As you stepped through the doorway, your senses were immediately overwhelmed—laughter, people talking over the beat of the music, a faint scent of spilled drinks, and perfume. You felt the bass thudding under your feet, echoing through your body. Luna practically squealed in excitement beside you, squeezing your arm.

“This is it! Our last summer party!” Luna grinned, her eyes wide and glittering. “Let’s go find the others!”

You nodded, looking around for any familiar faces as they navigated through the throng of people. Almost everyone you knew from high school was here—even college students, dressed up and ready to party the night away. The mix of excitement and nostalgia was infectious, and you felt your nerves slowly morphing into a strange kind of thrill.

As you reached the backyard, you spotted a few of your friends near the back. Adam leaned over, raising an eyebrow at you. “Drink?”

“Sure,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though you still felt a bit on edge. The idea of standing around awkwardly while you waited made you fidgety. “Just don’t take too long.”

Adam chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He offered you a quick wink before slipping away toward the kitchen.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Luna nudged you. “Now that we’re free from Adam’s intense vibes for a second, let’s hit the dance floor! Jamie, come on!” she called, grabbing both yours hands and pulling them through a dense patch of dancing strangers.

The dance floor had spilled out into the living room, where people swayed and shouted along to the music. Luna was instantly in her element, moving to the beat as if she’d been born for it, her laughter rising above the noise. Jamie grinned and joined in, his moves loose and carefree. You couldn’t help but smile; the mood was contagious, and you could feel your nerves slowly start to melt away.

But you were still holding back, moving just enough to blend in. Luna noticed, of course, and gave you an exasperated look.

“Seriously, ___?” Luna shouted over the music, throwing her hands up. “This is not the time to be shy. Let loose, babe! It’s a party, not a dentist’s appointment.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Easy for you to say! You were born with party energy.”

“Damn right!” Luna grabbed your shoulders, shaking you playfully. “So, channel me, okay? Forget who’s around and just…have fun.”

You sighed but gave in, starting to move a little more, letting your body feel the beat. Luna was right. You were here to have a good time, not to stay on the sidelines. Slowly, you felt yourself relax, matching your friends’ energy and letting the music take over. You laughed at Jamie’s terrible dance moves and even twirled with Luna, both of them dissolving into fits of laughter when they stumbled.

A few minutes went by, each song blending into the next, the lights flashing brighter as more people crowded onto the makeshift dance floor. You were finally letting go, feeling the energy of the crowd pull you in. You closed your eyes, laughing as Luna gave you an exaggerated spin. You felt free, almost giddy.

But then you heard Luna shout, “Fuck!” in a way that was way too loud, even over the music.

Your eyes snapped open, your heart pounding as you whipped around, trying to see what had happened. Luna’s gaze was fixed on the lounge area across the yard, where a group of people were gathered on a set of plush couches, laughing and clinking their drinks together. And right in the center, casually leaning back with a beer in his hand, was Jungkook.

He looked annoyingly good tonight—black jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and that confident posture he always carried around, like he knew the whole world was watching him. His hair was slightly messy, framing his face in a way that made him look both effortless and annoyingly put-together, his tattoos giving him a more sexy appeal. A couple of his friends were there too, all of them laughing and chatting, oblivious to the girls’ attention.

“Luna!” You hissed, elbowing her. “What was that for?”

“Uh, sorry, but…look at him!” Luna whispered back, her tone hovering between disbelief and delight. “I didn’t think he was coming!”

You tried to shrug casually, though your heart was pounding now for an entirely different reason. “So what? He’s just hanging out.”

Luna gave her a look, one that said she didn’t believe your attempt at nonchalance for a second. “Uh-huh, just hanging out. Right, ____. You’ve only been staring at him every chance you get for, like, a year. It’s disgusting. I don’t like it.”

You knew how much Luna disliked the fact you have a crush on her older brother; expressed it whenever she can. Still you couldn’t help it.

“Shut up,” You muttered, turning your gaze away, but it was too late. You’d already looked.

And unfortunately, Jungkook looked up right at that moment. His dark eyes landed on you across the yard, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he held your gaze. He didn’t wave or anything—no, that would be too simple. He just watched you with that familiar, slightly teasing expression, like he was fully aware of what effect he had on people.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you quickly looked away, trying to play it cool. But inside, you could feel your stomach doing flips.

Luna grimaced, nudging you. “Wow, did you see the way he looked at you? I swear, he’s practically daring you to go over there.”

“Oh, please.” You shook your head, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “He’s just messing with me. You know how he is.”

“Exactly! He’s messing with you because he knows you like him. It’s obvious, ____. And the way you react… you’re feeding into his ugly ego.” Luna said while keeping her face painted with disgust.

You scoffed, “I’m not obvious is the slightest! Plus you don’t have to worry Luna, I’m never gonna involve myself with him. I know his reputation.”

Before Luna could respond, Adam reappeared with a few drinks balanced in his hands. He looked between you and Luna, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, everything good here? You two look like you’re having a bad time.”

Luna sighed and grabbed her drink. “Just giving ____ a little pep talk. We spotted her crush.”

You glared at Luna, who just smirked. “Can we not?” You mumbled, taking a sip from your drink to hide your embarrassment.

Adam shot you a questioning look, his brow furrowing. “Crush?”

“Nothing. Ignore her,” you said, waving him off, though you couldn’t help but glance back at the lounge area. Jungkook was still there, laughing with his friends, looking more comfortable than anyone had a right to at a crowded backyard party.

You tried to shake it off, forcing yourself back into the moment. Adam gave you a strange look but seemed to drop it, nudging you drink up with a grin. “Well, here’s to surviving the last big summer party.”

You clinked glasses, and you laughed, feeling a little rush as the alcohol warmed you. The night was young, and you were determined not to overthink it.

Luna caught your eye with a knowing smile, mouthing, “It’s your night,” hinting towards Adam before dragging Jamie back onto the dance floor, their laughter echoing over the music. Adam leaned against the wall next to you, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the room.

For a moment, you just stood there, taking it all in. The laughter, the music, the lights, and—yes—the magnetic pull of Jungkook across the room. You didn’t know what would happen tonight, but you could feel something in the air, something that made your pulse quicken.

You glanced up at Adam, who was watching you with a slight, unreadable smile. And as your eyes drifted back to the lounge, where Jungkook caught your gaze once more, you knew one thing: this was a night you wouldn’t forget.

You sat slouched on the wooden bench by the backyard fence, completely spent from dancing and the drinks you had. The fresh night air felt cool against your flushed cheeks, but your head was spinning, and every sound around you seemed louder, funnier, somehow more ridiculous. You leaned back, looking up at the sky, watching the stars blur together with a silly smile on your face.

The party had been in full swing for well over an hour now, and almost everyone was in some state of inebriation, yourself included. Luna had been her usual chaotic self on the dance floor, and Jamie—well, he’d ended up with a girl in the corner of the yard, the two of them lost in their own little world. You squinted over at them, your muddled mind wondering how they’d managed to avoid collapsing given how unsteady Jamie had looked earlier.

Adam, meanwhile, was stuck inside, helping some friend of theirs who had clearly gone a little too hard with the drinks. You couldn’t remember who it was. You were just grateful it wasn’t you…or so you thought.

You sat there, giggling to yourself about nothing in particular, when you felt a light flick against your ear. The unexpected sensation made you jump, and you gasped dramatically, flinging yourself off the bench and landing on the grass in a clumsy heap.

“Oh my god,” you slurred, your eyes wide as you looked up at your surprise attacker.

Jungkook stood above you, his face twisted in laughter as he shook his head. “Damn, ____. You okay down there?” He extended a hand, his grin only widening when you tried to pout at him.

“Not funny!” You grumbled, though your lips were betraying you with a smile. “You scared me!”

“Didn’t think you’d, you know, throw yourself on the ground,” he chuckled, pulling you up with surprising ease. He looked you over with a smirk. “You’re a fucking mess.”

“Rude,” you mumbled, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably. Your head spun as you stood, and you swayed a little, gripping onto his arm for balance.

Jungkook snickered, steadying you. “How many drinks did you have?”

You waved your hand dismissively, squinting as you tried to remember. “Uh…not that many,” you muttered. “Just…enough to feel very nice.”

“Right,” he said, amused. “You’re fucking wasted, aren’t you?”

“I’m…no.” You shook your head, then immediately regretted it as the world seemed to tilt. You squinted up at him, struggling to focus. “Why do you care anyway? Don’t you have…people to hang out with?”

He just rolled his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, sure, all those people I don’t care about half as much as my little sister’s friend who can’t stay on her feet for more than two seconds.”

You snorted, trying to look offended but failing miserably. “Oh, well, when you put it like that, it sounds terrible.”

He smirked, nudging your shoulder as you stood there, the night buzzing around you guys. You leaned against the fence, trying to get comfortable, but you could feel yourself swaying again, as if even the ground was a little too tipsy to stand still tonight.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, your mind jumping tracks as you looked around the yard with a wide-eyed, drunken curiosity. “Where’s Luna?”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder. “Last I saw, she was—oh, never mind. There she is.” He nodded toward the opposite side of the yard, where Luna was currently locked in a passionate kiss with some guy you didn’t recognize.

“Of course,” Jungkook muttered, rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “She’s always gotta make a scene.”

You giggled, watching your best friend with a lopsided grin. “She’s…she’s like a movie star, right? She’s like…uh, what’s her name…Marilyn…Monsoon or something…”

“Yeah, Marilyn Monsoon,” Jungkook snickered, humoring you as you stumbled over your words. “Shit, you really are out of it.”

You shot him a dramatic glare, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Whatever. I know things.” You paused, your brow furrowing as if you were solving a great mystery. “Like, did you know—wait. Never mind. I forgot.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, let’s sit you down before you decide to spill the secrets of the universe out here.”

You sighed, letting him guide you back to the bench. The world felt so wobbly, but with his hand steadying you, you somehow felt a little less like you were floating away.

But as soon as you sat down, your stomach gave a lurch, and you grimaced. “Um…Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” he said, looking at you with mild concern.

“I don’t…I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, gripping the edge of the bench and taking a deep breath. You pushed yourself up, wobbling on your feet, determined to get to the bathroom on your own. “I’ll…I’ll just go to the…”

But before you could finish your sentence, your foot caught on nothing in particular, and you tripped forward, stumbling wildly. Your hands shot out to steady yourself, but your balance was shot, and your face twisted in frustration.

“Why do my stupid shoes want me to fall?” You cried, feeling a wave of frustration bubble up inside you. “They’re trying to betray me!”

Jungkook watched you in amusement, a small chuckle escaping as he steadied you once more. “Your shoes, huh?”

You nodded vehemently, your face scrunching up as you blinked back unexpected tears. “Yeah, they hate me. I just wanna go to the bathroom, but they’re being so mean!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, trying not to laugh as he slipped an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before your shoes take you out completely.”

You leaned into him, still muttering under your breath about the unfairness of it all as he guided you carefully inside. The noise from the party grew louder as you stepped back into the house, people weaving in and out of rooms, and music thudding through the walls. You stumbled a few more times, clinging to Jungkook as he practically carried you down the hall.

Finally, you reached the bathroom, and Jungkook pushed open the door. “Alright, here we are.”

You stared at the sink as if it were some great mystery, your expression one of pure concentration. You clutched the counter, your gaze drifting back to him with a slightly dazed look. “Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper. “You’re like…my hero or something.”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, don’t mention it. Just…splash some water on your face, okay? I’ll be outside.”

He gave you a small, reassuring smile before stepping out, closing the door gently behind him. Inside, you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you turned on the tap. The cold water against your skin helped clear your head a bit, though you still felt that warm, dizzy buzz in the back of your mind.

As you looked at your reflection, you let out a sigh, a silly, lopsided smile creeping onto your face. “Well,” you mumbled to yourself, “at least Jungkook’s a good sport about all this…”

After a few moments, you turned off the tap, bracing yourself for the world outside the bathroom. When you opened the door, Jungkook was waiting, his expression softening as he looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“Feeling any better?”

You gave a half-hearted nod, the tipsy glow still lingering but softened. “Yeah. Thanks for…you know, rescuing me.”

He just shrugged, his gaze warm as he watched you. “Hey, what are friends for?”

But his smile held a softness you hadn’t noticed before, and for a split second, you forgot all about the dizzying effects of the drinks. You felt your pulse quicken, your gaze lingering on him a little longer than it should have. And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else, but in that moment, you didn’t mind if he were to hold you down and show you a great time.

You followed Jungkook back out to the backyard, feeling steadier and clearer now after freshening up. The night air helped you feel grounded, and you took a deep breath, savoring the coolness on your skin.

Jungkook gave you a little wave before heading over to his friends, where he was quickly wrapped up in their loud laughter and drinks. He looked so at ease, leaning back with that effortless charm he had, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness.

It was just Jungkook-Luna's older brother, the same guy who teased you endlessly. But in moments like these, when he was surrounded by people who seemed to adore him, you were reminded of just how...out of reach he felt. Like he was on a different level, someone you couldn't quite imagine yourself with, even if you wanted to.

Shaking yourself, you looked around for Adam.

Adam, you thought, was exactly what you needed right now-fun, laid-back, and most importantly, actually interested in you. You spotted him standing off to the side downing a beer and laughing with a couple of their mutual friends. Feeling a surge of confidence, you walked up to him and tapped him on the arm.

"Hey, wanna dance?" You asked, flashing him a playful grin.

He looked down at you with a glint in his eye, taking one last swig of his drink before setting it aside. "You read my mind," he said, holding out his hand and leading you to the makeshift dance floor where the music was thumping.

You started moving together, falling into an easy rhythm as falling into an easy rhythm as the music pulsed around you.

At first, you were just laughing, swaying to the beat, but after a few songs, the mood started to shift. Adam's hands found your waist, pulling you in closer, and you didn't resist, letting yourself get caught up in the thrill of the moment. His hands were warm and steady, and you felt your own arms winding around his neck as your movements became more fluid, more in sync.

As the beat of the song slowed down, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You're really something, you know that?"

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, and smirked. "You're just figuring that out now?"

He chuckled, tightening his grip on your hips, and swayed closer. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only person there, and you liked the attention, the way he was openly drawn to you.

But just as you were getting lost in the moment, you caught a glimpse over his shoulder.

Jungkook was watching them, his face hard, his usual relaxed expression replaced by something unreadable. He didn't look away, holding your gaze with an intensity that made your heart stutter. You knew you could stop this, maybe pull away and go talk to him instead...but something stubborn and reckless inside you made you stay right where you were.

Without overthinking it, you leaned up and closed the distance between you and Adam, your lips pressing against his in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned deeper as he responded. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and you let yourself get lost in it, enjoying the thrill of his touch and the heat between them. Your heart raced, and you could feel your body pressing into his, your fingers curling into his hair as you moved in sync with the rhythm of the music around you.

"Let's...go somewhere quieter," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and inviting.

You nodded, letting him lead you through the crowded house until you found an empty room near the back. Once inside, he closed the door behind them, and in an instant, his arms were around you again, his lips finding yours with a hunger that made your heart race all over again. The quiet of the room made the moment feel even more intense, every touch amplified in the silence.

He backed you up against the wall, one of his hands slipping around your waist, the other threading into your hair as your lips met over and over again.

You felt his fingers slide up your back, pulling you closer until there was hardly any space left between you two, your pulse quickening at his touch. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake that made your breath hitch.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself savor the moment. But just as you were getting comfortable, his phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the quiet around you. He groaned, pulling back with a frustrated sigh.

"Hold on a sec," he muttered, fishing his phone out and glancing at the screen. You watched as his eyes widened slightly, and his expression shifted.

"Sorry," he said, wincing. "It's... my ex. She's going through something, and I-I need to take this. I'll...catch you later?"

Before you could even process his words, he was already stepping away, answering the call with a hurried apology before slipping out the door, leaving you alone in the dim room.

You stood there in stunned silence, your pulse still racing, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. But now, that warmth turned cold as you realized what had just happened. You'd thought-maybe-that he'd actually liked you, that maybe this was something more than just a fleeting moment at a party. But instead, he'd left you at the drop of a hat for someone else, without a second thought.

Frustration and hurt bubbled up inside you, and you felt your throat tighten, a knot forming as you blinked back unexpected tears. You wanted to move past Jungkook, to forget how out of reach he seemed by having a good time with someone who wanted you. But maybe Adam hadn't wanted you any more than you wanted him; maybe you'd both just been looking for someone to fill the moment.

Taking a shaky breath, you sank down onto the edge of the bed, your mind spinning with a mix of anger and disappointment.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your mind racing with frustration and embarrassment. How could you have let yourself get so caught up with Adam, only for him to leave you like you were nothing? You gritted your teeth, feeling the sting of rejection simmering beneath your skin. Refusing to sit there feeling pathetic, you stood up with a sudden determination. You weren’t going to let him—or anyone else—make you feel this way.

With a deep breath, you smoothed your hair, squared your shoulders, and pushed the door open. As you stepped back out into the noise of the party, the beat of the music pounded against your chest, urging you forward. Without thinking twice, you grabbed a drink from a nearby table and downed it, savoring the sharp burn that chased your anger away, if only temporarily. You could feel your mind getting hazier, each sip blurring the lines of your frustration.

As the alcohol worked its way into your system, your inhibitions began to melt. You didn’t want to think about Adam, about Jungkook, or about how out of place you felt all night. You just wanted to lose yourself in the noise, in the movement. You drifted onto the dance floor, finding yourself in the middle of a group of strangers who welcomed you into their circle with easy smiles and laughter.

One of the guys—a tall, dark-haired stranger with a grin that matched your energy—reached for your hand, and you took it without hesitation. The two of them spun around, his hands guiding your hips as they moved to the beat. Another guy joined in, and soon you were sandwiched between them, laughing and moving without a care. The world around you blurred, the faces and lights mixing together as you danced, drink after drink passing through your hands.

You barely registered one of the voices near you—a voice you only faintly recognized—calling out, “Yo, ____’s totally gone. Somebody should get her a cab before she crashes or something.”

Jungkook, who had been laughing with his friends by the wall, snapped to attention. He turned toward the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted you, swaying unsteadily, eyes glazed, and half-stumbling with every movement. His jaw tightened, and he immediately excused himself, pushing his way through the crowd toward you.

“Alright, enough,” he muttered, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you toward the exit.

You tried to resist, tugging your arm back, but your coordination was long gone. “L-let go of me,” you slurred, stumbling as he led you out of the house. “I—I was…dancing…”

“Yeah, and you were about two seconds from face-planting,” Jungkook snapped, steering you firmly out the door and toward his car. “What the hell were you thinking, ____? Do you even know how drunk you are right now?”

You squinted up at him, your expression one of defiance. “I—I was just having fun,” you managed, though the words came out garbled.

“Having fun? Dancing with random guys and drowning yourself in alcohol isn’t ‘fun,’ it’s reckless,” he shot back, opening the passenger door and guiding you in with a little too much force, though he was careful not to hurt you.

You gave a half-hearted push, trying to protest as he buckled you in, but all that came out were more incoherent words, your head lolling as you fought to keep your eyes open. The moment he got into the driver’s seat, he whipped out his phone, dialing Luna’s number.

“Where’s…Luna?” You mumbled, your head leaning back against the seat, eyes fluttering as you tried to focus on him.

“That’s exactly what I want to know,” he muttered under his breath, glancing down as the phone went straight to voicemail. He cursed softly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Goddammit, Luna,” he muttered, his irritation growing as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

Turning his attention back to you, he let out a long sigh, his jaw clenching as he tried to contain his anger. “____, you’re eighteen, not some clueless fucking kid. You should know better than to get this drunk when there’s no one looking out for you.”

You shrugged, giving a careless, almost taunting smile. “Why do you care anyway?”

“Because fucking someone has to, clearly,” he shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. He took a breath, forcing himself to stay calm as he pulled out of the driveway and started down the street. The drive to your place was at least half an hour, and there was no way he’d leave you on your own in this state.

“I was fine…” you muttered, crossing your arms and sinking deeper into the seat, though your words were slurred. “I was just…having a good time…”

He glanced over at you, his eyes narrowing. “You call that a good time? Stumbling around drunk, with people you don’t even know? Trust me, you’re lucky I got to you before someone else did.”

You rolled your eyes, though your head felt too heavy to keep it straight. “I don’t…need you to rescue me,” you grumbled, though your voice wavered, your bravado quickly slipping away.

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me,” he replied, his tone cold. “You’re acting like a damn child right now, ____. Eighteen doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to take care of yourself.... Fuck!”

Your mouth opened to protest, but you were too tired, too foggy to argue, so you just slumped further into the seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. Somewhere in your muddled mind, his words hit a sore spot, an ache you hadn’t realized you been ignoring all night.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Jungkook’s hands gripping the wheel tightly, his gaze fixed ahead. When you finally pulled up to his place, he turned off the engine and let out a heavy sigh before getting out and coming around to help you. You stumbled as you tried to get out, your legs feeling like jelly, and he caught you, his grip firm but gentle.

“Come on,” he muttered, guiding you up the steps to his apartment. Inside, the lights were dim, and he led you to the couch, helping you sit before grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen and setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Drink,” he instructed, crossing his arms as he stood over you, watching as you took a hesitant sip.

You avoided his gaze, your fingers fiddling with the glass as you mumbled, “You don’t…have to babysit me, you know.”

“No, but apparently someone has to,” he replied, his tone still sharp but softer than before. He sighed, running a hand over his face, looking tired and frustrated. “What were you even thinking tonight, ____? Getting that drunk, dancing with random guys… It’s like you wanted to make a mess out of everything.”

You didn’t answer, your face heating up with embarrassment and anger as you set the glass down, unable to meet his eyes. You came here looking for a good time, hoping to forget about everything that had been bothering you, but instead, you ended up right here, feeling like an idiot in front of him.

He watched you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly as he took in your slumped posture, the tired, vulnerable look in your eyes. “Look, I get it. You wanted to have fun. But…you have to take care of yourself too, alright? This isn’t you, ____.”

You looked up, meeting his gaze finally, your throat tightening at the concern you saw in his eyes, even through his frustration. For a moment, you wanted to tell him everything, to explain how you felt out of place, how you tried to lose yourself in the party, in Adam, in anything that made you forget how small you felt all night. But the words caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod, the weight of your exhaustion finally settling over her.

Jungkook let out a long sigh, moving to sit beside you on the couch. He reached over, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Just…promise me you won’t pull something like this again. You’re better than that.”

You nodded again.

You sat there, your head leaning back against the couch, eyes growing heavier with each passing moment. The quiet between you and Jungkook felt charged, almost tangible, like there was something you should say but couldn’t quite find the courage. You took a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper as the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I…like you, Jungkook,” you murmured, your heart pounding in your chest as soon as the confession left your lips.

The moment you realized what you said, a rush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks. You wanted to take it back, to laugh it off as some drunk mistake, but Jungkook didn’t give you that out. He just watched you with a soft, knowing expression, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I kind of figured.”

Your cheeks flushed even more, and you buried your face in your hands. “Oh, god, I can’t believe I said that,” you mumbled, your voice muffled.

He chuckled softly, nudging you with his shoulder. “Relax, ____. It’s not like it was a big secret. You’re very easy read. Plus, you don't know how amusing you are.”

You peeked out from between your fingers, still mortified but also grateful that he wasn’t laughing at you. Instead, he just sat there, watching you with a calm that felt grounding in your swirling haze of embarrassment. You dropped your hands, sighing as you slumped back, finally letting yourself relax again.

The confession, now out in the open, loosened you up, and you found yourself spilling everything about what had happened with Adam. You told him how Adam had left you alone, how he’d made you feel disposable, like just another girl he could cast aside at the slightest distraction. With every word, you felt the ache in your chest grow, and when you looked at Jungkook, you saw a familiar fire simmering in his eyes, his jaw tight with barely restrained anger.

“I can’t believe he did that to you,” Jungkook muttered, his voice low and edged with a protectiveness that made your heart clench. “He’s a damn idiot.”

“It already happened, Jungkook,” you murmured, giving him a weak smile. “It doesn’t matter now. Let’s just…leave it in the past.”

But you could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands were clenched tightly in his lap. He looked ready to storm out the door and find Adam himself. When he finally looked at you, his gaze softened, and he reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t deserve that, ____,” he said quietly, his voice full of a gentle warmth. “You deserve someone who actually sees you, not someone who’s just looking for a quick thrill.”

Something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, made your heart flutter, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, and you felt him freeze, caught off guard. You immediately pulled back, your cheeks burning as you realized what you just done.

Jungkook looked at you, surprise evident on his face, and he gently placed his hands on your shoulders, steady but firm. “____,” he said slowly, his voice calm but cautious, “what…what are you doing?”

You swallowed, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you didn’t pull away from him. “I just…I just want to feel wanted, Jungkook. Especially by you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, vulnerability shining in your eyes.

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he looked at you. “____, you’re drunk. You don’t really know what you’re saying right now.”

“But I do,” you insisted, your words soft but certain. “Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Being drunk…It’s just giving me the confidence to finally say it. And to show you how I feel.”

Jungkook let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, looking torn. His gaze softened, full of conflicting emotions as he studied you, a gentle concern clouding his eyes. “____… I’m four years older than you. I’m your best friend’s brother. This…this isn’t something I can take lightly, you know? And with you being like this…” He shook his head, his voice trailing off.

You looked down, your heart sinking a bit as you processed his words. But you couldn’t shake the feeling, the ache in your chest that had been there for so long. “I know it’s complicated,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t ignore it. Not anymore.”

He sighed again, this time softer, more thoughtful, as he gently took your hand, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles against your skin. “Listen,” he began, his voice low and steady. “What you’re feeling…that’s real. And I won’t lie when I say that you definitely take over my mind when I don’t want you to,” he admitted, his gaze dropping as if admitting it aloud was somehow a betrayal. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you. Especially not like this.”

Your heart fluttered at his admission, and you felt a glimmer of hope spark within you, despite the exhaustion and the haze of the night. He cared. He genuinely cared. And that was more than you could’ve asked for.

Jungkook took a breath, squeezing your hand lightly as he looked at you, his gaze soft and steady. “For now, let’s just…get you some rest. And tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’ll talk. Really talk. But tonight, you need to get some sleep.”

Without wanting to end the night, you built up the courage and climbed on top of his lap. Jungkook looked at you with astonishment. “____, stop.” He firmly said. His hands gripped your waist trying to contain any more movement.

"I thought we'd talk in the morning," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his warm breath on your lips, and it took everything in you not to kiss him right then and there. But you had already taken a leap of faith, and you weren't about to back down now.

With a determined glint in your eyes, your slender legs started hugging his muscular thighs. You placed your soft hands on his broad chest, feeling the ink of his tattoos beneath your hot palms. Leaning close, you whispered, "I don't want to wait anymore, Jungkook. I want you."

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly at your forwardness, but he didn't resist. Instead, his hands tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you closer. "What are you doing to me, ____? What will become of me when I do this?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your heart pounding in your chest. Your hands gently cupped his beautiful face. "I want you, Jungkook. I want you and everything you have to give me. Just figure it out afterwards." your voice steady despite your nerves. And then you claimed his lips in a hungry kiss.

Your mouths moved in perfect sync, tongues dancing and exploring. Jungkook's hands roamed over your body, cupping your curves possessively. He slid his hands under your shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your smooth lower back. His every touch makes you arch with a heavenly feeling. You moaned into his mouth, the sound fueling his passion.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook nipped at your jawline, sending shivers down your body. "We should slow down," he breathed, his words contradicting the urgency in his touch.

"No," You panted, your hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his warm skin. "I know you want this just as badly as I do. I don't want to wait anymore, Jungkook. Please..."

He groaned, surrendering to your demand. With swift movements, he lifted you, and you both stood, never breaking the embrace. "Fuck... this blue dress is doing things to me... to bad it's getting off your gorgeous body." Jungkook's hands worked quickly, discarding your shirt, revealing your black lace bra and the swell of your breasts. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, before his fingers deftly unhooked the bra, setting you free.

Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and you felt a rush of excitement as Jungkook's eyes darkened with hunger. He bent his head, capturing one taut peak in his warm mouth, sucking gently. Your head fell back, hands tangling in his hair, encouraging him. His tongue teased and flicked, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, your voice breathless. "I need more..."

He chuckled, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver through you. "Impatient, are we?" He trailed kisses down your slick neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands traveled lower, sliding over your soft skin, past your navel, until he reached the waistband of your matching thong.

You gasped as his fingers stroked you through the damp fabric of your panties, finding the wetness between your thighs, His touch electric against your sensitive skin. "You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.

"Please," you begged, your hips moving against his hand. "I want you inside me, Jungkook."

Jungkook's response was to lift you again, this time carrying you to the couch. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. The determination in his gaze sent a thrill through your body. You knew he was going to take control, and the thought excited you beyond measure.

He knelt between your thighs, his eyes raking over your exposed body. You felt a surge of power in your vulnerability, seeing the raw desire etched on his handsome face. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid your pretty black thong down your legs, leaving you completely bared to his gaze.

Jungkook's breath hitched as he took in the sight of your glistening folds. "You're so beautiful," he rasped, his voice hoarse. He leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth, his tongue parting you tenderly.

You cried out, your hands gripping the cushions as he gifted you with long, slow strokes. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tasting you, sending you spiraling towards ecstasy. You bucked against his mouth, your hips moving in rhythm with his licks and sucks.

"Jungkook, I'm close!" you cried, your voice high and urgent.

He pulled away, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Not yet, little one" he darkly chuckled. "I want you to come with me inside you."

You whimpered, your body aching for release. You reached for him, your hands finding the button of his jeans. With trembling fingers, you undid his pants, eager to free him from the confines of his clothing.

Jungkook rose above you, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed his jeans down his thighs, revealing his impressive erection. Your breath caught at the sight of him, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Touch me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. Jungkook hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, ____," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly.

You smiled, a mix of shyness and newfound confidence. "Do you like that?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

"Fuck yes," he lowered, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs wider. "But I want to feel you around me."

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your wet, hot center. Your breath caught, anticipation mingling with a hint of nervousness. You were about to be filled by this man, taken in a way you had only dreamed of.

Jungkook pushed forward, slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body stretching to accommodate him. You felt incredibly full, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

"Open your eyes, ____," Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse. "Look at me."

You obeyed, meeting his intense gaze. The vulnerability in your eyes only seemed to fuel his passion. He began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting back into you, filling you completely.

"Oh god," you moaned, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "You feel so good..."

Jungkook set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward, driving into you again and again. His breath came in harsh gasps, his body glistening with sweat. You matched his rhythm, your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks that would remind you both of this moment.

"Harder," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, Jungkook, fuck me harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps. Your pleasure built, coiling tighter with each thrust, until you were hovering on the edge of oblivion.

"I'm close," Jungkook grunted, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. "I'm so close, ____."

"Don't hold back," you panted, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I want to feel you come, Jungkook. I want it all."

Your words sent him over the edge. With a guttural cry, Jungkook plunged into you, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm. You cried out, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm claimed you. You felt him spasm, his hot seed filling you, each pulse of his cock sending you even higher.

You rode the waves of your guy's pleasure together, your bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison. Jungkook collapsed onto the couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions, but you didn't mind. You ran your hands over his back, tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Shit!" Jungkook immediately went to grab his shirt and with speed but with gentleness wiped the white liquid spilling out from you. "I'm sorry, ____. I'll buy you Plan B!" he said with urgency.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the couch with you. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill." Jungkook looked at you with surprised, "You fucking other people?"

"You fucking other people?" you questioned back.

You both lightly laughed and went back to reeling in about what just happened.

The room was soon then quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional creak of the bed as you shifted under the covers. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of what had just happened.

You glanced over at Jungkook, his broad shoulders leaning against the arm rest of the couch, the soft glow from the tableside lamp painting golden streaks across his skin. His dark hair was a mess, framing his face in a way that made your heart skip. He wasn’t looking at you, though. His gaze was fixed ahead, as if deep in thought, his jaw clenched slightly.

“So…” Your voice was small, hesitant. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say, but the silence was starting to feel suffocating.

He turned his head toward you then, his brown doe eyes meeting yours. For a moment, you saw something flicker there—concern, maybe? Or guilt? It was hard to tell.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, careful.

You nodded, “Yeah… I think so. I mean, I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He exhaled, a sound that was part relief and part something else entirely. “Good. That’s… good.”

The words felt heavy, like they were supposed to mean more than they did.

“I mean it, Jungkook.” You sat up a little, propping yourself on one elbow. “I’ve liked you for—well, for some time now. So, this wasn’t just some… drunk mistake for me.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in his posture eased. “I know,” he murmured. “I’ve noticed.”

Your cheeks flushed. “You have?”

He gave a small, lopsided smile. “You’re not exactly subtle, ____.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Great. So, I’ve been embarrassing myself this whole time.”

“No, not like that.” He reached out, gently pulling your hands away from your face. His touch was warm, grounding. “It was… sweet. Kind of hard not to notice when you light up every time I walk into a room.”

“Ugh, you’re making it worse,” you muttered, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, and it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. But then reality started to creep back in.

“This… complicates things,” Jungkook said, his tone more serious now.

You swallowed hard. “Because of Luna?”

He nodded. “She’s your best friend. And my sister. If she finds out about this, she’s going to fucking kill me. I know how indifferent she is about you liking me. She would always tell me that I should never make any moves to you cause she doesn't want me to hurt you.”

“She wouldn’t kill you,” you said, though even you weren’t entirely convinced. “She might maim you a little, though. But it also isn't her decision.”

He chuckled, the sound lightening the mood just a fraction. “Yeah, that sounds more like her... and your right.”

A beat of silence passed before you spoke again. “But… do you regret it?”

His expression shifted, and he looked at you like you’d just asked the most ridiculous question. “No. I don’t regret it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is…” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’re eighteen, and I’m twenty-two. And you’re still in high school.”

“Technically, I graduate in a month,” you interjected.

He gave you a pointed look. “Still. You’re young, and there’s this… power imbalance, I guess.”

You frowned. “You’re making it sound way worse than it is.”

“I’m just trying to be realistic, ____,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to… rush into anything just because you’ve liked me for a while.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “I know what I want. I’ve known for a long time. And I’m not some naive kid who’s going to get swept up in a fantasy. I know this is messy and complicated, but… I care about you. And I think you care about me too.”

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to find the right answer. Finally, he nodded. “I do care about you. A lot more than I probably should.”

Your chest tightened at his words, but in a good way.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked.

He sighed again, but this time it felt less heavy. “I don’t know. Maybe we take it slow? Figure things out as we go?”

“Slow is good,” you said with a small smile. “But… you have to promise me something.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid. If we’re going to try this, I need you to see me as your equal.”

He smirked, leaning in closer. “You just had to get the last word in, didn’t you?”

“Always,” you replied, grinning.

He shook his head, but there was a fondness in his expression that made your heart swell.

“I’m serious, though,” you added, your tone softening. “This… whatever it is, it means a lot to me. And I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You’re not going to mess it up,” he said firmly. “We’re not going to mess it up. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Okay.”

For the first time that night, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t going to be easy, but at least you weren’t alone in this.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You should get some rest. You’ve had a long night.”

“So have you,” you pointed out, smirking.

“Fair enough,” he said with a laugh, lying back down beside you.

You curled up next to him, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring beneath your ear.

As your eyelids grew heavy, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Whatever the future held, you knew you’d face it together. And for now, that was enough.

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peachhcs · 6 days ago

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BY MY SIDE

gymnast duke!sister x james hagens au (hannah + james)

summary: with the nhl draft coming up, james is unsure of where he's gonna fall on the roster, but luckily he's got hannah to help him through the overwhelming anxiety that comes with it

words: 1.1k

author's note: got inspired to write something about these lovelies since i haven't updated them in awhile...my next mission is mack x blaire since it's been soo long since i wrote for them..also upping my game with some color schemes and i feel like james + hannah are very violet/purple

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"i can't believe we're already halfway through june," hannah and james sat on her bedroom floor having a very gabriella and troy style date as the girl liked to call it. they wanted to do something simple after the two of them coming back from a busy past few weeks and it was hannah's idea since she just watched the movies again recently.

the boy's back was pressed against her wall, his eyes on her a few feet away picking away at the chocolate covered strawberries they made earlier. he smiled, but there was something else behind his expression that was hard to read. "yeah, i know. it flew by," james mumbled.

hannah heard the heaviness in his voice. she quizzically looked up at him, trying to read what was on his mind, but he was being a bit guarded like he didn't want her to know. "you okay?"

"yeah, i'm good. why?" the boy wondered and hannah shrugged. she sat up a bit more trying to find the right words, "you just seem tense. just checking in."

the smile that appeared on his lips quickly told her that it wasn't anything she was doing which relieved her a bit, but she worried about what else was on her boyfriend's mind.

"you're sweet. just thinking, 'm not mad or anything, promise," he assured.

hannah wasn't one to pry and poke, but she wanted to make sure he was okay. he did have a busy past few weeks with all the places he's been to and the combines to attend. those always caught up fast.

"well, if you wanna talk about it, i'm here. i'm always here," the brunette shifted so her back was against the bed frame. james smiled at her words and nodded.

it was just hard to put into words what he was thinking. he knew hannah would understand because of her brothers he just didn't know how to say it. the nhl draft was a week away and james was freaking out just a little bit.

he was one of the top prospects to go in the first round, but all the talk had been getting to his head. the headlines were all speculating who was going where and in what order which was sending the boy spiraling. he had no idea when he'd go or what team he'd end up on. people were talking about matthew schaefer and michael misa and then where he fell into the mix of them—it was too much to think about.

his brain went quiet again when he felt hannah nudge his leg that was outstretched beside hers. he found her gaze again and she could clearly see the way he was spiraling into his own mind.

"i can see you thinking. talk to me, haggy," the girl said gently. she didn't call him by his team nickname a whole lot, but whenever she did he knew she was trying to reach him. sometimes it was the only way for her to let him know that he could talk to her.

james tried figuring out where he could even start in his chaotic mind, "i've been thinking about the draft."

"what about it?" hannah raised her eyebrow.

"is it weird to say i'm nervous?"

"no. i'd be kind of worried if you weren't. is it bothering you?" she tilted her head in that way that james loved. he let his head fall back against the wall, but he kept eye contact with her.

"kind of, yeah. i can't stop thinking about it."

"care to elaborate?"

"i'm scared about my placement. what if people don't want me as much as they say they do? schaefer and misa have been dominating the ice this season and i just..i mean obviously schaefer's gonna go first, that's a given. i just have no idea where i fall in that and it freaks me out because they've been able to predict the first four for the past like two years and now no one really knows and i think all of the headlines too—"

he cut himself off when he felt hannah lay her head against his shoulder. he didn't even see her move to be beside him, but as soon as her head landed on him he stopped talking so fast and the fog in his brain started clearing.

"j, take a breath," hannah instructed so he did as told. she breathed in with him, pressing her palm to his chest so she could feel him regain control. the boy held his hand against hers, each breath making him feel better than the previous one.

"'m sorry. i can't stop thinking," the boy breathed out.

"don't apologize for your feelings. it's scary, i get it. it's so unknown and so up in the air," the brunette sympathized. she didn't get it in a way a hockey player would, but she understood the pressure and the anxiety that came with it. it was exactly how dylan felt during his draft year, so she wasn't a stranger to any of it.

"i just wish i knew something more than potential 4th pick, potential 5th pick, could be a 6th round pick..it's so..ugh. it's kind of infuriating to hear," james mumbled.

"i know it's hard to not know, but you are a good player. you're just as good as schaefer and misa, so don't count yourself out of the running. you've had a really good season even if boston lost in the semis again. i could guess a lot of teams want you. plus, i'll be right there with you," her touch was comforting. it quieted the rookie's loud thoughts and he squeezed her hand tighter as a way to remind himself to stay in the present.

"you're right. it's gonna work out no matter what happens. i'm really glad you're gonna be there," he looked down at her, a soft smile painting his lips.

"me too. plus, will will probably be there since he isn't too far from LA and i'm sure samy will wanna be there. it's gonna be fine, j i promise," her words did make him feel a lot better, especially knowing will would be there, so if he freaked out too much at least someone who's been through it already will be able to help him out.

"sorry i freaked out a bit on our date," the boy apologized by kissing her head. hannah shook her head though, "don't apologize. i get it. it's stressful and overwhelming and anxiety inducing. it's gonna work out though, i promise."

james moved so he could wrap his arm around her and she cuddled into him more. the anxieties had eased off significantly and the boy knew as long as he had hannah by his side everything would be okay.

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dereks-unrelenting-heart · 3 months ago

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SFTH Chaotic Highlights (Long Johns - STRIKE!)

The 5th longform commentary

Tom deciding 'yeah let's go for rhyming names, why not? I'm sure there will be no chance of future confusion!'

"We've been through a lot together" *coughs up blood* Such a funny 'that escalated quickly' moment because it's played so fucking casually too, just 'this is where you die' AJ characters stop not giving a shit challenge

"The hardest strike we've ever done, straight into the heart of London.. to take out the cops" "Jesus fucking hell- YEP THAT'S WHAT WE DID" Tom was so underprepared for this turn of events but fuck it's too late now

"You unfortunately got shot" "I'm aware" Yeah bro I think the dying man is well aware of the shitty situation at hand

Not the spit in AJ's face followed by an eyebrow raise, Tom I thought you were the exception to the spitting bit-

"Whatever happens from here" "I know what's gonna happen" Not to bring emotion into this comedic death sequence, but I'm getting adjacent vibes to that one scene from Falsettos. No I will not be clarifying, watch it if you haven't, it's available on youtube for free

"Cause I wanna hear about you right now, yeah" EVER HEARD OF FEMINISM- Oh wait he's a guy this time, nevermind

"Listen.. About your wife?" "What?? Wait a minute-" Tom 100% thought Jerry and Terry were lovers, he's like 'where did this heterosexuality come from??'

"Followed the blood all the way to Dagenham" "Where is he?" Constable, he just fucking told you

The fact it's canon DI Constable is butt ass naked from the waist down until the very end of the story is honestly more disturbing to me than the recent nymph sex scene

"Which one's left alive, is it Jerry or Terry?" "...." Oh no, name confusion! What an unforeseen turn of events for two character names one letter apart-

You know how fucking hilarious it would've been if AJ/Officer Exposition said the wrong name in this scene?

Somewhat off-topic, but I love the nonsensical police names they come up with. Officer Exposition is currently high in my rankings, but nothing's ever gonna beat Doohickey for giving Luke my current favorite insulting nickname to call people

Ah yes, 'tidilly-dee' the universal onomatopoeia for two school children running around

Imagining two 7 year olds walking into a bar, climbing onto the bar stools to order some alcohol, and the bartender just looks at them for a second before deciding 'fuck it I'm not paid enough anyway' and serves them

"I've been in discussions with the Czech-onon-vla-slovakians" The who?

"The French and the Czechoslovakians are really good at striking. Put those two together and no one will get any work done again. Because France is famous for strikes and Czechoslovakia I don't think exists anymore" I didn't know my geography and had to google it to be sure, but nope it definitely doesn't exist anymore, good job AJ

Love that it became a rule for all the characters to have names that also rhyme with Jerry and Terry

"Oui. I am sexy" Once again, we know Tom. You remind us in every play you're in

"You take a roasted pig, you butter it up, haha!" Yeah. Yeah alright, I'm sure that phrase exists somewhere. Probably not Czechoslovakia-

I genuinely forgot they were at a bar and for a split second I thought Harry just stepped into the bartender's pants Tony/Meth Wife style

"I'll just check with Officer Exposition" I wish they got a chance to use that joke more, that's good shit

"Ahh, A stand-off" *facepalms* "Ugh the other one had half a brain" I've said it before, but the boys taking a chance to call AJ stupid while in character will never not be funny

Okay but actually, the mistake of Tom/Larry getting shot turning into Terry having people on the inside was pretty good- Love when AJ gets to salvage a scene instead of fuck shit up lmao

"I was a rich and deep character!" Then they proceeded to ignore his please for help smh #larrydeservedbetter

You were the only one that could never get in my long johns" Is. Is this an innuendo- "As much as I tried, even when we were little kids" AJ WAIT-

"Now you do this by the book-" "AAaeEEhhH!" I don't think that's gonna hold up in a court of law, Constable

"Why don't you keep the law out of it then?" If I've been keeping up, sir, you are the law so I don't think that's an option

"He's killed 5 of our men, 6 if you include Larry from this morning!" #JUSTICEFORLARRY OFC WE'RE COUNTING HIM

"Alright, what if I make a promise, but wink at you" Bro really wants to beat the shit out of Terry

"Pinky swear.. The most sacred bond a Met officer can do" Damn right

Did Luke intentionally choose a name similar to his own or did he just say 'DI Mannering' without thinking-

"Do I make you nervous?" "I'm pissing my fucking pants" "Jesus, no need to be weird about it" How many times have you spit in Sam's face and/or mouth you hypocritical fuck (/lh)

Putting gibberish into Google Maps just to make sure the long johns aren't in a place called 'bahbababahbah'

"You know where I'm gonna hit so hard? Your heart" Made me briefly question whether AJ was about to turn this into a gay love story and come full circle from that bit in the beginning

Hey this was Sam's first 'What a twist!'

Another visualization I'd love to see is gradeschool Terry chasing Jerry and Mannering around with a pair of long johns

HE FUCKING BROKE THE PINKY SWEAR, THE MOST SACRED BOND A MET OFFICER CAN DO

And AJ saying "Do it" like he always does was funny too

Terry: "Any officer who loses control in the interrogation room is immediately relieved of their duty" The Actual Cop: "what..?"

"Actually you have two choices" No no, you were right the first time. he has one choice, PUT ON SOME FUCKING PANTS MANNERING

"I can feel it now, the power of the long john" Apparently the power of the long john is turning its wearer French

"Dark ending" "I'm happy with it though" Ending off with deja vu from the Meringue Haberdashery

Final Thoughts: Honestly the only final thought I have is that the man had no reason to be pantsless that whole time, that is not okay-

#sfth #shoot from the hip #sfth chaotic highlights #sfth luke #sfth sam #sfth tom #sfth aj #long johns - strike!

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spider-mandaily · 5 months ago

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Alright, so I've been receiving many asks about my review for the first 2 episodes of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man and I think that now is an appropriate time to do it!

Marvel Animation’s Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man reinvents the classic Spidey formula by making a daring change to Peter Parker’s mentorship. Rather than being guided by Tony Stark, this version of Peter finds himself under the watchful eye of another billionaire genius—Norman Osborn. That’s right, the man who is best known in the comics as the Green Goblin, Spider-Man’s greatest foe. This fresh, alternate-reality take on the MCU’s Spider-Man is what makes the show so compelling. It introduces a unique dynamic that sets it apart from the countless other Spider-Man adaptations across television, film, games, and comics. By altering Peter’s traditional superhero journey, the series injects an element of excitement—and just the right touch of menace.

Interestingly, while Marvel already has an animated series dedicated to exploring alternate realities—What If…?—this new show delivers one of the most intriguing "What If" concepts in recent memory, even though it’s not officially part of that franchise. The world of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man shares plenty of similarities with the MCU, but key differences emerge in surprising ways as the story unfolds. Even Peter’s iconic origin story gets a dramatic revamp, with his fateful spider bite now linked to a chaotic Midtown High battle featuring none other than Doctor Strange and a mysterious creature.

Rather than retreading the familiar beats of Peter first discovering his powers, the story skips ahead by three months, sparing audiences the usual montage of web-slinging trial and error. By this point, Peter is already balancing school, financial struggles, romantic troubles, and the everyday chaos of being a young superhero. His talents soon earn him an internship at Oscorp, setting the stage for his uneasy yet fascinating relationship with Norman Osborn.

Beyond the shift in mentorship, nearly every aspect of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man takes a fresh approach to the Spider-Man mythos while still preserving the essence of what makes the character timeless. The show’s animation style, inspired by the legendary work of Steve Ditko and John Romita Sr., bridges the gap between nostalgia and innovation, making this bold new take on Peter Parker feel both familiar and refreshingly different.

I think that the 3D cel-shaded animation in Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man does an impressive job of replicating the aesthetic of classic 2D hand-drawn comics. It truly feels as though the art of Steve Ditko and John Romita Sr. has been brought to life. The action sequences are fluid and fast-paced, occasionally incorporating comic panel-style framing as a fun nod to Spidey’s roots. Adding to the show’s charm is a great deal of physical comedy, as this version of Peter Parker is particularly accident-prone. His web-slinging is thrilling, packed with breathtaking acrobatics—though, if we’re being nitpicky, his skills seem a bit too refined for someone who’s only been a superhero for three months.

That said, while the animation mostly delivers, it isn’t without its flaws. Some character movements can feel a little awkward, and the background details leave something to be desired. It’s certainly not at the same artistic level as Arcane, but for the most part, the visuals serve the story well and capture the right energy.

One of the biggest shake-ups in this version of Spider-Man is its supporting cast. Longtime favorites like Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy, and Flash Thompson are absent, but their absence isn’t strongly felt thanks to a fresh lineup of new characters that bring their own unique dynamics. While Peter has navigated high school many times before, he’s never done so with this particular group of friends. His closest ally here is Nico Minoru, a sharp-witted and sarcastic presence that Marvel fans will recognize from Runaways. Meanwhile, Harry Osborn has been completely reimagined—he’s now a wealthy teenage social media influencer. Taking over the traditional jock role usually reserved for Flash is Lonnie Lincoln, a standout character who defies expectations. Instead of being a stereotypical school bully, he’s an intelligent, friendly, and supportive teammate to Peter. (A word of caution—if you want to avoid spoilers, steer clear of looking up Lonnie’s comic book history!)

Moreover, Peter Parker’s high school experience has been explored countless times, but Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man gives it a fresh twist. While he’s still the same science-loving dork at heart, this version of Peter isn’t the social outcast we’re used to seeing. Instead, he’s well-liked, even respected by the kind of jocks who, in other iterations, would’ve made his life miserable. While it’s refreshing to see Peter embraced by his peers, this shift comes with a trade-off—he no longer embodies the struggles of the underdog, the bullied, or those who feel like they don’t belong. The classic theme of perseverance in the face of social alienation feels noticeably absent.

Among the show’s teenage characters, Lonnie Lincoln unexpectedly emerges as one of the most compelling. Torn between his aspirations as a football star and the pressure to become involved with a gang to support his family, his journey closely parallels Peter’s own internal battle with responsibility. Their friendship becomes one of the show’s emotional anchors, with each difficult decision they face carrying lasting consequences that build toward dramatic turning points.

Lonnie’s arc is also one of the show’s most grounded, touching on real-world challenges, particularly issues that affect young Black men, such as racial profiling by law enforcement. Interestingly, the Osborn family is reimagined as Black in this version, yet they don’t experience the same struggles—likely due to the protection their immense wealth and influence provide. This subtle inclusion of social commentary adds depth to the series, especially within a superhero story that largely revolves around action and adventure. The show also does a commendable job of portraying a genuinely diverse New York City. However, compared to animated series like Static Shock or Avatar: The Last Airbender, which more directly engage with themes of discrimination and systemic inequality, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man only scratches the surface. There’s untapped potential for the show to explore these themes more meaningfully, should the writers decide to take it in that direction.

The animation in Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man does a remarkable job of evoking the look and essence of classic hand-drawn Spider-Man comics.

Firstly, the title cards for these episodes are masterfully crafted, brimming with visual storytelling and homage to Spider-Man’s comic history. The first card, where Peter is swinging through the city while holding a panicked Harry Osborn, immediately sets a playful yet action-packed tone. It cleverly underscores Peter’s dual roles as both a friend and hero, capturing the essence of their dynamic in just a single frame. The vibrant colors and comic-inspired framing make it feel like a panel straight out of a classic Spider-Man issue, and I absolutely adore how it uses Harry's exaggerated panic to inject humor into the heroism. What’s particularly clever is how the card subtly echoes the Amazing Fantasy #15 cover, where Peter swings into action in a similar pose, giving a nod to Spider-Man's very first appearance. The reference adds another layer of depth, blending the classic with the contemporary which really demonstrates that we, as viewers of the show, are about to really know who Spider-Man is and will be.

The second title card, referencing the Brand New Day comic cover, is another brilliant nod to Spider-Man’s comic roots. The pose of Peter in mid-swing, paired with the backdrop of Oscorp Tower, not only mirrors iconic imagery from the comics but also hints at the deeper narrative threads involving Norman Osborn. The Oscorp logo looming in the background serves as a subtle reminder of the tension and conflict brewing in Peter’s world. This card encapsulates the blend of nostalgia and modern storytelling that makes the show shine.

What I truly love about these title cards is how they celebrate the artistry of Spider-Man’s comic legacy. Each card feels like a love letter to longtime fans (like myself) while also welcoming new viewers into the fold. The way they encapsulate the episode’s themes and relationships in such a visually engaging and referential manner is a testament to the creators’ understanding and appreciation of Spider-Man’s history. It’s little details like these that elevate the show and make it a joy to watch for both casual viewers and die-hard fans.

Furthermore, as expected from any Spider-Man story, the theme of responsibility plays a central role. What sets this series apart, however, is the way Norman Osborn presents his own take on Uncle Ben’s legendary lesson about power and responsibility—one shaped by the mindset of a calculating and authoritative businessman. Watching Peter’s early superhero journey unfold under Norman’s morally ambiguous guidance results in some of the season’s most compelling moments, highlighting the weight of their mentor-student dynamic.

Both lead performances bring a striking level of authenticity to their characters. Hudson Thames, reprising his role as Spider-Man from What If…?, gives Peter a youthful, slightly scratchy voice reminiscent of Tom Holland’s, capturing his earnestness and big-hearted nature. Meanwhile, Colman Domingo—two-time Academy Award nominee—delivers a commanding portrayal of Norman Osborn, blending authority with an unsettling amount of warmth and charisma. His performance makes it easy to see why Peter, still inexperienced and eager to improve, would be drawn to Osborn’s mentorship. There’s an almost sinister dramatic irony in their relationship; longtime fans know exactly what Norman is capable of, yet this version of Peter remains oblivious to the danger lurking beneath his mentor’s polished exterior. It’s almost easy to forget that he’s supposed to be the Green Goblin; it’s no surprise that the young and impressionable Peter Parker is so quick to accept his offer to help him become a better hero.

This take on Norman Osborn is more layered than just another maniacal supervillain. He’s portrayed as a calculated industrialist, a deeply flawed father, and even—strangely enough—a compelling motivational speaker. Seeing how he perceives the sudden emergence of superheroes as a problem, and how he envisions Spider-Man as the solution, adds another layer of intrigue to the story.

At the same time, the series does a fantastic job of weaving in references to the wider MCU while keeping its focus firmly on Peter and his personal struggles. Even the surprise superhero cameos enhance the narrative rather than overshadow it. In terms of timeline placement, this reality branches off just after the events of Captain America: Civil War. The show cleverly integrates this context by having characters debate and discuss the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords—the divisive legislation that sought to regulate superheroes under government oversight—through headlines and conversations rather than direct exposition.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man rises above the countless other Spidey-related shows, games, movies, and comics in a truly remarkable way. The series expertly introduces multiple villains throughout the story, carefully developing them over time and establishing them as real threats to Spider-Man. One villain, in particular, whose potential was never fully realized in the MCU, is brought to life here in a way that genuinely had me worried for Spidey’s safety. The character designs for these antagonists are also outstanding, with some taking a fresh approach while others seem to leap right off the pages of a classic comic. Every villain is a standout in their own right. Even some of the most infamous, known for their evil genius and calculated plans, are given welcome new depth, including a surprising dose of humor that adds a refreshing twist to their personalities!

Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man is an absolute blast to watch. By replacing Tony Stark with Norman Osborn as Peter Parker’s mentor, the show delivers 10 episodes of deviously fun superhero entertainment. The way it concludes shows that Marvel has a treasure trove of exciting (and unexpected) ideas they’re ready to dive into in the upcoming second and third seasons, which Disney+ has already greenlit. This series offers a fresh and thrilling spin on Spider-Man, packed with unexpected twists and delightful surprises, including fun superhero cameos and jaw-dropping plot developments. The incorporation of real-world issues adds an element of authenticity, though it’s mostly just a backdrop for an action-packed show filled with great characters. While the animation has a few odd quirks, it overall works well, contributing to the lively pacing. With razor-sharp writing and a knack for delivering both laughs and gasps each episode, Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man delivers exactly what we fans need—especially for a character whose stories have been explored so extensively. I strongly recommend anyone to give it a try! It's a must-watch!

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