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futurewriter2000 · 5 months

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Needing You

A/N: I'm going to pull so much of personal experience from this that even I might cry at the end but I don't cry so I let's see how far I have healed. Not even gonna lie, this was harder to write than I thought. - It deleted itself in the middle of it so I had to REWRITE IT- but it turned out better than the first time.

REQUEST 15: "Optional("hey! I love your writing, so here's a request: could you do a shot about Remus X fem Slytherin who's James sister and they both have a secret relationship, and when he (James) finds out, Remus and the reader have a really strong fight when he says something like "he's my best friend, you're only an experience" (be free to change this) and they both broke up, and the reader doesn't even talk to james but rather just... isolates herself. nended however you like but IM BEGGING make it like really sad =)nHave a fantastic day! <;3.")" #wattpad

The sky was clear as day. It was the night and you had decided to finally swallow your anxiety and go out with your brother's friend. Your brother didn't mind. He just expected it to be a herbal gathering mission with his sister, when Remus told him about it. He didn't know the two of you were walking around the lake for three hours, holding hands because you almost slipped. Wishing you had planned that slip but you haven't. You put sneakers on in the winter- you haven't thought much with your head when it came to Remus. You just wanted to be next to him... and you were.

Your anxiety was piling up but you couldn't stop smiling. He was shaking, since he was only in a thin black T-shirt and a fancy coat that did not provide much warmth. You marveled at the stars and he pulled you close, showing you all the constallation you knew. You haven't been watching the stars. All the time, you kept thinking about kissing him- having your first kiss with your brother's friend, on whom you had a small crush when your brother was small. You completely forgot about Remus until a few weeks ago when you started to spend more time with your brother, as well as his friends.

The kiss happened on the bench. The lake was in front of you, the stars above and he simply leaned in, finally providing some warmth on his body.

This film has been replaying in your head for the past seven months. Every day, you rewatched it in your head, it seemed to be more magical. Every day when you saw him, touched him, kissing him- you fell in love deeper.

It was as if you were going insane just by loving him. You wanted him by your side all the time. It wasn't as if it wasn't difficult, seeing his friends forcing other girls on him when the two of you were sneaking around, knowing each other's bodies pretty well. You knew every scar, every mole, every inch of his body. You believed he knew yours as well.

Remus was a nerd. He pretended to be cool and collected but he just spent 20 minutes explaining medical propreties of three kind of herbs and how other wizards- Healers even can mix them up.

"What?" he said, quirking an eyebrow as you stayed quiet, smiling at him.

"What what?" you smiled brightly, your eyes glimmering with pure joy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"Like what?" you fixed your facial expression, hiding away the emotional depth you felt for this boy.

He stared at you for a moment and moved away from you. "Nothing." he said, starting to get dressed.

There it was. That awful feeling. That feeling of not knowing what he feels.

It always came to this. The two of you could talk forever into the night or into sex but never could the two of you talk about your feelings. You wanted to tell him. You did. You wanted to tell him that you were deeply obsessed with him. That you adored every single thing about his character and body- but there was a restrain. There was the familiar lump in your throat that blocked you from speaking any further.

He always had excuses. He was not good enough for you. He can't ruin his friendship with James... he's not looking for anything exclusive at the moment.

You moved to your pile of clothes and started to put on your underwear. I swear, your razor has never been so used in your entire life than in the past few months. You smiled at that and clicked your bra on.

He didn't even notice that your undergarments were matching. Something you felt as if your effort was for nothing, but you felt good when you did things like that. For him. To please him- do it for him... because you loved him.

"Hey..." he was by your side and you got startled a bit from your train of thoughts.

His eyes were lustful and his hands were possessive of your body. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his neck. "Hi." you said as his hand grabbed the hem of your underwear and let it go into a snap on your hip.

"This is really nice." he smiled, watching your breasts in your perky red bra.

"You like?"

"Haven't got a clear view before... but now that I do..." he said and tightened his grip around your waist. "You smell so good..." he continued, but this time it felt more as a growl than a whisper and he purged your lips with his.

It felt as if two universes were collapsing. That's how it felt, kissing the forbidden fruit for him and for you. Even though James presented a small obstacle in the way of your relationship, the whole secrecy seemed to be more exciting, causing more passionate interactions between the two of you the more you two continued this.

He backed you agains the bed... again but you laughed, pushing him away but holding onto his shirt collar. "We have to go, you know that."

He wailed like a small puppy. "I don't want to."

You pulled him into a kiss, just as passionate, just as strong and so hard to let go of it. "I-" you tried but he deepened it in that moment, causing you to heat up and back up on the bed as he crawled over you.

He raised himself up and tool a long look at you, just laying there as your foot found its way to his chest. He took a gentle hold of it and moved it onto his shoulder. "You're so beautiful."

And that was it. Small words, small gestures- you went for it all. Your love couldn't consume him all. It always wanted more.

These moments, your soul didn't care. It was happy, you were happy and you were glowing. Only your roommate was the one who knew about your secret and she didn't agree much with it. She said he didn't treat you as he should.

But you were happy and that was all that mattered.

"I love seeing you this happy but I'm so afraid that you'll get hurt." your roommate said as she made her way to your bed.

"He wouldn't hurt me. He said he would never hurt me."

"I don't know, (y/n)..." she continued but you only laughed and smiled. Something in your heart was so full of love that you couldn't keep it in. Even James thought there was something wrong when you hugged him more than you usually did.

He suspected something was going on with you but he had no clue what.

Or that's how you thought.

Remus came into the room and just as he closed the door, somebody pushed him against it. Defensively, he pushed the person away from him. "What the hell?!" he shouted and saw a pair of furius brown eyes staring at him. "James?!"

"Were you with my sister!?" he shouted, not as if he was asking, simply waiting for Remus to tell the truth he already knew. But how could he had found out. "Tell me!" he snapped, pushing Remus' shoulder. "Tell me that Peter didn't see you leaving Room of Requirements with my baby sister!"

Oh, that's how.

Remus shot his eyes at Peter, than back at James. His eyes let loose. He was tired... and ashamed. You and him talked many times about getting caught but he thought the two of you would end by now... but you didn't.

"It just happened mate."

"Fuck you, Moony!" he pushed him again. "Did the two of you kiss?!" he asked. "Were you her first kiss?!"

"Yeah, okay!" Remus lifted his hands in defense. He felt as if he was being interrogated by the Ministry at this poing.

James only stared at him for a minute, than turned around and ran his hands down his face. He mumbled something under his breath- something Remus couldn't hear.

He then turned around really carefully, trying to control the boiling blood that kept flooding into his brain. "I'm not even going to ask if the two of you shagged- I'm just going to tell you this." he said calmly, however, you could still hear the fury in his voice- the one he never used before, not once in all years of friendship. "You are going to my sister and you will tell her that it's over." he warned. "She doesn't need this Remus. What you have- she doesn't need this." he threw knives with his poisinous glare.

Remus couldn't even argue with him. He knew that this was the reason why James would never let the two of you be together. You didn't know... you didn't and it wasn't your fault but he started this mess, and he felt as if he owed it to James to finish it.

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By now, you knew something was off. Whenever Remus seemed to stay away from you, you got a strong feeling in your stomach. The two of you could talk it out, always but this time, the feeling was extremely powerful and deep inside, you knew that it wasn't good.

So you avoided him too. You simply felt... afraid...

And James knew. He knew Remus hasn't spoken a word to you yet because you seemed to be cheery and all over the place. Jumping from one friend to the other.

'She seems so happy.' - he thought at first, seeing you talk to one of your friends from class. 'I'm glad he was her first everything... but she can't go through with this. She'd break.' He looked at Remus, who stared into the book, ignoring you completely.

James stood up and walked to him. "Go talk to her." he said, more of a warning than a suggestion. Remus looked up at his friend's eyes and saw the demand in his darkened look. "Now." he finished and walked away.

Remus watched his best friend walk away, Sirius hiding away in discomfort, meanwhile Peter was lost in his own world. He looked at you on the other side of the room and just as he did, your eyes met. His heart stepped a beat, not knowing that it matched yours on the other side.

He shuffled in his seat for a second or two but cleared his throat and walked up.

It didn't take a lot of convincing to let you come with him. You loved him. You would be by his side every second that counted, if it wasn't for the circumstances the two of you were in.

The sky wasn't like before. It wasn't clear as day but it was still just enough chilly. He was about to graduate soon and you will go into your last year. You haven't talked about it yet but maybe this will finally be the conversation that clears all that mess up

You thought.

He couldn't get himself to say it. Your eyes shimmered so brightly- even on a day like this. How could he do this?

"Umm..."

You smiled and took a hold of his hand. "It's me Remus. You can always talk to me."

He swallowed hard and flickered his eyes from your hands to your eyes.

And then it was cold.

"James found out about us... and for me, I think, it's best for us to end this now. " he said, not letting you interrupt him when you started to process information. "I think it's best that we end this." he continued quietly, removing his hand from yours and avoiding your eyes... but you only stared, not blinking once... only stared.

He tried to smile but it wasn't sincere. At least not in your eyes. "We had so much fun- (y/n) but-"

"No..." you spoke weakly, clearing your voice and not letting a single tear fall from your eyes. "You can't just break up over this. James can understand- so he knows."

"No, (y/n)... listen..." he started but you interrupted him before he could continue.

"Why do you want to end it? Finally, James knows-"

"James doesn't want us to be together." he started to get more harsh with you.

"Well, that's his problem, not ours." you snapped back.

"What do you mean it's not our problem?! He's my best friend!"

"And he's my brother- if he was a real friend, he'd be happy for you."

"If he's a real brother, he'd make us break up!"

"What does that even mean?!"

Remus threw his head back. He cannot tell you. Not this. He could tell you a lot of things but the why... that he couldn't tell you. "It means it's over." he stood up.

"Don't you walk away from me!" you shouted behind him and grabbed his arm, turning him away.

"What don't you understand!?" he shouted back, pointing at his head with his fingers. "We were never meant to be, (y/n). It was a ride but we get off now!" he pointed at the floor, steaming from all the fury.

'Why couldn't you just let him go?'

"Oh, it definitely was a ride!" you scoffed, crossing your arms as he narrowed his eyes at your sarcasm. "But you're going to let one James get in the way between this?!"

"Yes!"

"Is HE THAT IMPORTANT, HUH?! WHY DID YOU EVEN CHOOSE ME THEN?!"

"YES!" he screamed at this point. "He is MORE important than you. He is MORE than you will ever be to me!" He lost his temper, blubbering out everything he thought. "I didn't choose you! You were just there- JUST FUCKING THERE- at the right place at the right time- THAT'S WHY YOU AND ME WOULD NEVER WORK OUT. You were an OPPORTUNITY!" he shouted, letting his eyes darken and glare at you maliciously. "And I took it gracefully." he finished in a low growl, his eyes shimmering when all of a sudden you took a step back.

...

...it's that how it felt?

It was like a click in his brain. He was too harsh. He was- you're still James' little sister- he still... "Shit, (y/n)..."

You pulled your hand away from his touch as he tried to take a hold of it. Physically, it wasn't possible for your world to be shaking at the moment... but somehow it has and you couldn't see.

"It came out really wrong-"

And your heart could, in logic, not hurt phisically. Hertbreak is psychollogical but then why did suddently feel as if it had been ripped out of your chest. A hole... a deep dark hole in your chest, sucking every last bit of your soul into it.

"(y/n), please say something. You just stepped on a nerve and I got angry-"

Was the world always this silent? Were the voices around you always this muffled. You couldn't hear, you couldn't feel.

You took a hold of your cold arms and the cold didn't hurt. Your fingertips... as blue and swollen as they were, they didn't pain.

"Come on, let's get inside."

You wish, you could have ran away but your legs felt numb, so you wobbled as far away from him as you could. The first corner you turned to, the moment your legs collapsed and you slid into the floor.

'Was I really this stupid?'

'What just happened?"

'What will my roommate say- she'll mock me-'

'He probably feels so great now that he knows I was in love with him.'

'Why does it hurt so much?'

Random thoughts came through your head. One running over the other- one as random as what to wear tomorrow. But the air was cold and you felt as if you deserved to freeze in it.

The stupidity, naivety and the immense ego death- everything has destroyed you. They say words cannot hurt you but they can. If they say it right, if they say it in the truthful manner- in a manner intended to hurt you... you?

So you thought back to the night the two of you first kissed. He said, the right place at the right time... that's all you were to him. A girl, who was there for him to use. A girl, he had no feelings for, not close to what you felt for the past few months. He kissed you and touched you, he had seen you naked and it didn't mean anything to him. He meant everything to you.

You were stupid. You thought he loves you. You thought you were special when he kissed you. That he found you attractive, beatiful- as he had said but you were just a day given opportunity.

If there was a monster that day, there, he would have kissed it. Because it was just there. Not because it cared for him, because it was his brother's best friend and it had trusted him with itself- no because the monster was just there, by the lake, at the same time like him.

Nothing. You meant... nothing.

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Grey... the colours were grey. Every single one of them was gray, different shades of it. You promised yourself, you wouldn't let anybody affect you but you couldn't help the feeling in your chest, this soul sucking hole causing your whole body to ache. It felt as if your heart wasn't even there. He ripped it out and destroyed it.

You barely woke up, but you had to... for school. You had to go to school. Not that you cared anymore. You simply just existed. It was as if you couldn't remember when you got out of bed and when you got back into it. Time flew by like it didn't exist at all.

You didn't even know when one week passed by. It just did and nothing much mattered. You sat behind your desk and wrote your Transfiguration paper. It was when you were almost done when he altered your brain and there was the big pain in your throat. You swallowed it, closed your eyes and felt them burn.

You have to finish this. - you thought.

So you did and you forced him away. As soon as you did, you went to the bathroom and washed yourself. Then simply crawled to bed at six pm. It was your ruitine since then. You took a journal, you wrote it down, realising you cannot write things down without crying, so you grabbed the pillow and pushed it to your chest. You squeezed it so tightly in the meaning to place it into the empty hole in your chest.

It didn't cover, so you cried anyway. You did. No matter how hard you tried, you cried.

You don't remember what you talked with your roommates. You plastered a smile and nodded but avoided pretty much everybody.

Everything was a no for you.

A walk? - No.

Hogsmeade? - No.

Dinner? - No.

Study group? - No.

Roommates were a nice distraction but it wasn't enough for the pain. Even when James sent you a note, you always replied with a no. It was automatic by now. You said you had to study or that you were tired. You needed time for yourself. You needed to find your self-worth again because for the past months, you let your happiness depend on one person and that person just took all that happiness away from you.

So what you needed? It was work and sleep.

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James knew you were heartbroken. He knew he was the annoying sibling but he wasn't used to being annoyed by you. You had always kept your emotions to yourself. The two of you weren't close emotionally but you had your own share of fun together. When he asked Remus when everything started, it was just around the time your bond started to get better. The two of you would spend much time together and you weren't so stuck up or annoyed at any slight inconvinience.

He never saw that side of you. The one that was emotionally opened to him. He didn't know it was Remus the sole reason for that. You were happy, excited and... well, in love. But it was the wrong person. Remus has something that he didn't wish for you to deal with. You were always the rebel of the family. He was the golden child but you were your own person. You didn't talk back t your parents as he did but you did all the things that you wanted. You did everything you wanted. That was your own magic. You were a rebel but you were a kind and understanding person.

James is the tough one in the group. He is the leader, the great one... even in your own family, he is the golden one, the perfect one but you always understood him the way nobody else did. You saw him, behind all of that facade. He loved being around you. You were his safe place. You were... his sister. The sister who gave him all the unsolicited advice and was there for him when nobody else was.

He didn't see much of you and most of the time you ignored his letters and messages. The times he did catch up to you, you excused yourself to go study and he knew you were furius at him because at times, you'd snap at him, throwing harsh words at him.

He knew you were sad and heartbroken but he also knew you'd move on sooner rather than later. You were just dramatic. Women always are.

It was to his surprise when he walked into the classroom and saw you sitting at one of the tables, laughing and smiling with a Ravenclaw his age.

It was Newt's and you were one year behind- so there was no reason you should be there.

Remus was more surprised than James. If he was bound to find out, he couldn't do it now. The protocol was to sit down and take the exam. No talking, no turning around but nothing could make him focus without knowing the truth about your attendence at this exam.

He could hear the professor something whisper in your ear but he couldn't understand it. Maybe, the professor realised you weren't supposed to be there either.

But nothing happened. You mumbled back and you stayed.

It was up until the exam was over when he turned around to see your chair empty, your robe disappearing behind the door. He ran after you but James had already caught up.

The two of you were already arguing.

"What do you mean you're graduating early?" James bulged his eyes out.

Graduating early?- Remus thought. You? Why would you ever graduate early, you hated studying.

"Why not? I've already taken most of the exams and I passed. McGonagall said if I roll up my sleeves and grab the whole thing, I can do it but the chance is small. Yet, here I am." you smiled and that twinkle in your eye that was known to more people to be the twinkle of up to no good.

What were you up to?

"You can't. You don't have any recommendations- not- no." James couldn't piece it together.

"Yes. I'm graduating and I am moving to southern Europe and I am never stepping foot in England ever again."

"Southern Europe?!" James shouted in disbelief. "You're shitting me?"

"I'm not. I have a plan to leave. I always had."

"That was your fairy tale. To live in Italy or Greece or some shit." he started to laugh.

"To be away from here." you said angrly. "I hate it here. I always had."

"No." said James.

"Yes..." mumbled Remus but nobody heard him due to the loud arguing between siblings.

You always said about leaving when the two of you were together. The beach, the culture... you said you felt as if nobody supported you here. The rebel of the family. You confided into him about how you felt there was zero effort made to make something out of you. All attention was always on James and that made you rebel in your family. You didn't want to be like James but everybody forced you to be at least somewhat like him. You said, how people take you for granted, underrating your power.

I guess, this was you taking your power into control.

Before he knew it, you were storming one way and James the other but unlike last time. He chose to follow you.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" he shouted behind you.

"Watch me." you turned around to see him then back around to turn a corner.

He caught up and took a hold of your hand but you snapped it away as soon as it touched you.

Of course, you wanted to see him. Of course, you wanted to talk to him, you craved him but you were furius beside all things. God, you could have screamed at him right now and hug him at the same time.

"You can't do this because you're angry at me. Don't take it on James." he started but you laughed.

"You think, I'm doing this for you?" you laughed, poking his chest with your finger. "I just grabbed the opportunity, Remus. I was just there, at the right place at the right time." you lowered your voice, quoting him.

"Come on- you don't know the whole background-"

"No, you know what Remus. I chose you. I fucking chose you to be my first. That means that I decided to trust you with my soul as well as my body and trusting people isn't easy for me." you continued. "I let you in- quite literally- but I thought we were something and you surely played the role to make me feel that way." you smiled forcefully, hiding away the feeling in your chest. You had no idea how a heart that is no longer there can still break.

"I really cared about you. I still do."

"You moved on, two weeks after us." you finally let him show a bit of your emotions. "Two fucking weeks and another girl was under your arm- God fuck, Remus. The hell is wrong with you."

"A lot..."

"Fuck you for playing the victim all the time." you pushed him hard. "Fuck you- fuck you- fuck you!" you continued to shout angrily. "I won't play the victim because I am not one. I'm moving on- away from fuckheads like you." you spat out. "Because you could have had somebody who would have loved you for everything that you are. You won't find anybody who will be prepared to love you as much as I was. Remember that, Remus Lupin. You won." you threw your hands up in defeat and walked away.

And it was one of those things that stick with you. It stuck with Remus because he didn't see you anywhere else anymore. Neither did James. He didn't know whether you were dead or alive. The graduation, they both looked for you but nowhere.

You disappeared from his life and it was until then when his life started to fall apart for him. You told me he could be whatever he wanted to be- even an auror. You supported him the way nobody else could and you accepted every flaw. He knew you would love him even more if he told you his secret but he thought.... he thought the two of you would stay friends. He thought, he had time with you. He thought he would appologise and the two of you would eventually talk.

He needed somebody. He needed somebody to talk to- always. Sirius was in Azkaban and James was dead. And all he could think about was needing you.

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blackberry-gingham · 2 years

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All We've Ever Known

Gambit x fem!reader | Chpt 1 < Chpt 2 (Final)

Also available on ao3!

Summary: Retired from the X-Men, and on course for a new life, you and Remy have enjoyed a happy marriage of the last few years. With the slew of welcome, happy changes it's brought to his life, it's little surprise that they've begun to leave their mark on Gambit's person.

You see a happy, loving man who's simply grown into his body at last after a life of rigorous living. He sees a man so disgustingly different from the one you married, it makes him ill. Sparking a one sided divide in your relationship, things come to a head when you try to address things. Little do you know, He's felt this way for a long time now- And the infamous Remy Lebeau is nothing if not stubborn.

Tags: Body image issues, past weight gain, angst, fluff, married couple, and of course dad bod gambit

Tag list: @greenheart99 (I told you this one ends happy B) ) @samatedeansbroccoli

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For a long while, you lay awake in the darkness. A few times you check over to your husband as he lays there facing away. You sigh silently, and pull the blankets up around you thoughtfully. He has just been acting so strange lately... You're not sure what to make of it, but it's driving you insane.

All you can do for it is over think and worry. Sudden change in appetite. Change in his normally boisterous attitude. Doesn't want to be touched.

Did you do something wrong?

The freezing cold bites into you- even through the blankets, you can't help but shrivel up and shiver. Normally in a situation like this, you'd work your way under his arm and cuddle up on your own, but... Then, it strikes you. Perhaps this is just the opportunity you need to get him talking. He always used to love when you'd curl up with him- Something he said more with his heartbeat and gentle sighs then anything else.

"Remy!", You whisper urgently.

He doesn't respond to your call, but you're not too sure he's asleep either. It's something about the way he's breathing... You think nothing of it, sliding up until you're hugging his back with an arm wrapped over his body. Not ideal, but if you don't get a little closer, you're sure to start trembling from the cold.

Gambit grunts and twitches at your touch, almost as though the contact itself stings him. He rolls onto his stomach, just out of your touch. With a sleepy, indignant groan, he at least turns his head to regard you as he mutters, "Whatchu want woman?"

"Sorry, I know you're tired but... Can I get in there? I'm freezing!", before he can respond, you set out to prove your cause of need. Slipping an ice cold finger up his shirt, a practice you know he hates- you trust this will persuade him.

As can be expected, Gambit hisses and recoils. The deathly chill of your hands don't bother nor surprise him nearly as much as they used to, but even so, the shock of it never quite goes away.

Remy swats your hand away, "Merde!", he yelps, "You know, you can just say you's cold and Gambit believe you, huh?"

"Aw, but that's not nearly as fun", you almost pretend to pout, but can't help but laugh.

Gambit rolls his eyes and groans, "Hows about Gambit get you another blanket, den you leave him be-", he ask the question rhetorically, then starts to get up before you can either respond or else torture him further.

"Wait! Wait-", mid rise, you stop him, "I'm sorry, I just... Really I was just hoping we could talk"

And just like that... His heart drops. Talk? Oh no... No no, he's too late. You've found him out. He didn't hide it well enough. He didn't lose weight fast enough. You're disgusted with him. He knows. You've had enough. You don't want him anymore. Is that what this is?

Yes or no, it doesn't matter- He's all but convinced himself it is.

Gambit drops to a sitting position with a defeated thump, his back perfectly squared off to you. Then, oh so slowly... He turns. Tears stream from black eyes as he sneaks a look at your face.

The tears are what strike you the most- You've known him for so many years, and yet you think you could count on just one hand the amount of times you've seen the cool and tough Remy LeBeau cry.

"Remy...? What's wron-?", confused and a little afraid, you reach out to him. To your surprise, he turns to face you more instead of jerking away as he has lately.

"Don' try ta' spare Gambit's feelin's cher- Jus' say what you needa say", he looks at you intently, pitifully, as the water streams down his freshly shaven cheeks.

"Wha-? Well I wanted to talk about you-!"

All at once, what little of a façade he's made breaks. This is it- He's sure of it. A shuddering breath and barely choked back sob wracks his body.

Weakly, Gambit slides a callused paw across the sheets, covering your hand with his as he looks you pleadingly in the eye, "L-listen... Please don't", he begs, shaky breath only interrupted by a gasp of a sob, "Gambit know- alright? But he gon' fix dis, ok? I-it ain't too late, non? Ah' can lose the weight, ah' promise-", he prays and bargains, petitioning for just a little more time before you discard him.

For the life of him, he tries to give that old, confident smile... But as soon as he says those damned, cursed words of acknowledgment- He faulters. One big hand snaps up to hide his face. A good thing too, he wouldn't want you to see the worst of his disgusting crying on top of it. The mattress itself jolts in unison with his gasps until after just a moment, he's collected himself enough for just one more appeal.

With all the weight of the world on his shoulder. The pain like a life long love lost. A pitiful whine, like his voice itself is at it's breaking point. He looks you in the eye once more from his slumped, beaten position, and it's all he can manage just to beg, "Please don' leave me..."

All you can do is sit in stunned silence- Gambit picks up your hand with his great paw, rubbing your knuckles to his smooth cheek comfortingly as he weeps. And you?

You haven't the faintest idea what he's talking about.

"...Leave you? What gave you that idea?", you ask a little more indignantly then you meant to.

Gambit clicks his tongue and jerks his head, "Like you gotta ask- Ah' just said!", he sniffs, and tries to pull himself together for a little while more, "You can't say dis da Gambit you marry- Why'd you wanna be wit me, lookin' like dis, when skinny Gambit were the one you loved?"

His words hang in the air for a long quiet while... Truely, you don't mean to make him wait. It's only that you need the time even to hope to make sense of what he's saying.

"You think that matters to me?", this time, you ask it softly, returning your hand to his cheek with a gentle caress. Your thumb glides over the skin, pulling and pushing, driving a small divot into the pillowy flesh with each stroke. It didn't use to do that. There was a time once where you swear you could nearly feel the difference between each tooth behind those once shallow, taught cheeks-

But it's just one of many tiny, subtle changes you've come to love on him.

Before he can whip up a response, you tilt his head straight- prime for a kiss.

His lips have always been soft and full, but you must admit, you've come to adore the pouty tilt these cheeks give them. There's such a way about them- so much more then something as paltry as being sultry or merely attractive.

It's the way they embrace you and yours. The feeling like fabric as they contact any other patches of your skin. Warm and enveloping and gentle, like they were made just to clothe you in adoration. It's the texture. Not quite callused, but not perfectly smooth either- For when they kiss you this deeply, you can feel the little dents and chafes inside from where he bites and chews them.

It's the color and the shape, that perfect blush of pink and the sharp cupid's bow on top. They're tanned that same, reddish sunburn tan as the rest of him- but it's the little points where the skin pouts out that give them that enticing contrast from the rest of his face. Like a magnet. Like a sirens song. It draws you to them and to him like an irresistible, forbidden art.

When you kiss those lips, it's as though they alone could wash all the world away. You get lost in the connection. The rapturing pull of this magnificent man- just as so many before you have too. Your thumbs stroke his freshly shaven cheeks and you dare push into him just a little bit more... And with closed eyes and senses full, even still, you can't help but grapple with the confusion of it all.

Why on earth would he think such things as you leaving? As having lost your love for him? How- when every time you're together, after all you've seen and been through with one another? When after all these years... he has the power still to make you feel like this.

And as you think these thoughts.

And feel these things.

Gambit sits across from you- Eyes open. Heart calm. And feels... nothing.

He watches you kiss him, merely receiving, until you're finished. This is all an act... A performance, from you for him. He knows a con when he sees one- You think you can fool the master himself? No, he knows the truth.

You want only to cushion the blow. To stave off his suspicions a little longer. Just one long kiss and an even longer 'I love you' to convince him that you're not overcome with disgust. That you can't stand the sight of him. That you hate the changes his body has taken. The wrinkles, the scars, the rounded curves, the weight of it-

Two disheveled tears streak down from either black eye as you pull away. He sniffs and shakes his head deftly, words reflecting his thoughts, "No..."

"No?", your voice overlaps his, nearly defeating his efforts to drown out the memory of just how must he delights in your token affections.

Gambit shakes a little harder and pulls away. He dare not let himself believe- How is he supposed to be ready for things to end, when he's so easily swayed as this by your touch and kiss?

"No", he insists.

The cold light of your bedside lamp reflects tiredly off of his dark eyes. All the time, as the seconds slip by, you can see him shutting you out. He looks away, setting a vice grip to your chest- a panic over your heart. How long has he been feeling these thoughts? Worse yet, what can you possibly say to combat and dispel the words from his own head that he seems so bent on believing?

Slowly, you take a breath. And you slide your hand across the sheets. Your fingers lace over and between his own, and you thank above that it's enough to grab his attention.

The desperation for reassurance proves too great. His commitment to believing you'd abandon him too weak. One more chance... He lets his gaze drift back to you.

You give his hand a squeeze. One more chance.

"Do you remember... way way back, when we first met?", you start off slowly, checking to see if he'll follow. For now, he does, "We could barely stand to be in the same room together, things were so rough", you huff a laugh, but make sure to keep going. "I thought you were so coarse and full of yourself- though I'm sure you felt some type of way about me too. We all thought that was just how it was going to be, right? That we, you and I, were too different to even just be friendly"

"... Ah' remember"

"Well, do you remember that one day... we were out and it was absolutely pouring, right out of nowhere it felt like! I was so upset, my hair was getting ruined and silly stuff like that- and I thought for sure you were just going to laugh and keep walking past me", you pause the weight of the memory reaching even you, "Then... The funniest thing happened- You took off that huge, heavy duster and held it over my head for me. Do you remember that?"

He gives a small smile of his own at the memory, the first of its kind all night, "Yeah- Just din wanna hear you squallin' all day"

You laugh with him, "Well, still-", and give a playful shove, "After that, I got to thinking... maybe, just maybe, there was a refined gentleman in there after all"

Gambit gives a true, hearty laugh at that- almost strong enough to forget why he was crying, "You make it sound like it weren't obvious from da start", he sniffs, not sure where all this is going... And yet, "So what happen next?"

"Well... Once I realized that maybe I was wrong, that you might not be the heartless, selfish criminal I had made you out to be in my head... Then I got a chance to pick up on all the nicer things about you. Things I liked. Pieces that I could get along with", your hand glides up from his hand and along the steel like beam of his supporting arm- back and forth, your knuckles graze the thin thatch of red hairs covering his bicep, tickling the skin just right.

Nervously, Remy shoots a glance down. Your hand is on the outside of his arm. The good part. The side with all muscle and studly hairs and his reddish burn of a tan- It's the handsome side. The perfect foil to the pale, soft, stretched skin on the inner half.

"And once I did that... I saw things like a good, strong, loyal man. And how you can be fun, and loud, and brash in public, but when it was just the two of us, you were quiet, and down to earth... A good listener. A caring attitude. Maybe a little arrogant, but the more I got to know you- the closer you let me get... Even that was charming"

He makes no moves towards either coming nor drawing you closer, but you can't resist sliding just a bit nearer to his great warmth. Your hand drops from his arm, and something like disappointment seizes over his heart- replaced in nigh an instant with tension as your opposing hand lands on his thick, padded thigh.

"You gave me the chance to fall in love with who you were- not just what you looked lik-"

Gambit shakes his head and interrupts, "Das the problem cher- You did love Gambit how he was, so for how he look too, non? Looks matter, whether you wanna say so or not, so how can you say you love Gambit still?", he gestures to his body, indeed the big, strong, soft one you now rest your hand on.

"Easily-", you give his leg a pointed squeeze, "I can love you when you were thin. I can love you the way you are now. And I have loved you at every stop in between- Don't you see?", your voice softens as you lean in close. Closer and closer all the time, fractions of an inch as the long seconds pass. Your free hand leaves your side, coming to rest on his broad chest-

"It's because I love you for what's in here- the way you make me feel. The way you talk. The way you act. That's the Gambit I love, and nothing out here is going to change my mind", a wave of emotion chokes your voice, the pleading written well within your eyes.

How oh how can you make him understand... Is there a right set of words? A perfect gesture? A fonder memory? What if he never sees what you mean- could this one thing, a lone insecurity as this, truly go on to tear down the years you've built together?

You sniff, the stress eating away at your chest. So you take comfort- Your hand slides down from chest to stomach, warm and soothing and piercing, the kind that at times can soothe even the greatest of your woes.

Lately, he can't stand when you touch him there. It's his greatest insecurity- A burden on his mind that has only poisoned his emotions more and more as the months have worn on. And yet... he cannot bring himself to remove you, as he so typically does.

A part of him knows it brings you comfort, though he may be old and grey before he ever understands why.

Remy lays one big hand over yours, holding it in it's chosen place on his body. Your fingers are like ice- no surprise, really. He's known you long enough to know that they always are this time of year.

He never told you, perhaps never will, but... back when the two of you were younger. When he was... thinner. On nights like this, he got it in his head to tap into his powers just a little bit. Just enough to charge up his body to produce some more heat- all in the interest of keeping you warm on a cold winter's night.

What a silly thing to do- A pathetic, misuse of his powers. Were his unmarried self ever to hear of his present self doing such a thing, he has no doubt the old Remy would fall to the floor in laughter. In mockery. He could've grabbed you a blanket. He could've turned on the heat. But no- No, even when all was said and done at the altar, when you were his and he was yours then and forever. He was still so set on impressing you, even then...

To see your joy, was his joy- and so it has been ever since.

With his free hand, he thumbs away a stray tear from your cheek and leans in to plant a kiss.

He hasn't had to do a trick like that warming thing in quite some time, given his... current state. You were never left disappointed. Never cold. Never unsatisfied. And-

And... Thinking back now, he can't recall a time you didn't love him.

Then.

And now.

And every stop inbetween.

For as long as he can remember. For as long as you've been together. You've always loved him just the same. With out judgment. Without contempt. With all of you... for all of him.

Gambit rests his forehead against yours tiredly. The tip of his sharp nose tickles yours as he sniffs, the slow drip of a tear or two falling straight down to your lap. He sighs deeply, thoughts troubled by the internal fight. What's a man to do when his ideals no longer align with the reality? For so long he's feared you no longer loved him, and now...

Now he doesn't know what to think.

His breath hitches in his throat, heaving a lone sob, "Oh darlin'... How you still love Gambit when he don' even like he self?"

"Because... You've given me every reason to. All this time. All these years. You make me happy, just by being you", you sniff once more, putting on one more push to get the words out, "You're more then enough, just the way you are- and nothing else can ever take that away"

And there they are- Not the perfect words. Not the ones to make everything go away. Not the ones that will cure him and all his fears... But the ones that are just enough. The ones he'd been waiting so long to hear.

All his life it's been what could he do for others. Stealing. Fighting. Lying. Cheating- Anything to make up for being a mutant. Anything to make up for being a criminal. Anything to make up for being a lousy, abandoned, needy kid. His actions got him tolerated. His looks had always been what got him adored.

Funny... Never before had it occurred to him that, just perhaps, actions alone could net him all the adoration- all the love and appreciation he could have wanted. All that he deserved to have.

Perhaps he isn't satisfied with his looks now- But you are. You can see the worth in him, even when he can't. And even still, your affections run so much deeper then that... Deeper then he ever thought possible. Past the skin. Through the flesh. Down to his very core-

If you, the only one he's ever come to care this deeply for, so thoroughly as this- can love him when he feels he's at his worst? Then maybe... Perhaps he can't be as terrible as he thought.

Gambit offers one more, wet sniff- followed in suit by a hint of a smile. He tilts your head back with his nose as leverage, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. What more is there to say, when you've put things so well?

You love him for his actions- Then let those do the talking.

Leaning just a little more forward all the time, he groans into the kiss, pushing pushing pushing... until at last, something gives.

With a dedicated shift in weight, he playfully pushes you down back to the mattress. Careful not to pin too hard or to crush you flat- he lets you finish until his thanks can be known. When all is done, he flops down beside you. The bed frame groans and rocks in response to the slam, a response that would normally kill him with embarrassment- but as for tonight, neither you nor he seem to care.

Gambit wraps you tightly, protectively, in his arms- drawing you to him. A wave of hot air rolls off of him and he sighs in relief as he gets comfortable beside you. Every fiber of his being thrums with energy- He doesn't even mean to charge up like this, but how is he to fight his nature- To deny himself the release of such a deep, resounding joy?

He snuggles against your cheek, humming low. One arm supporting your neck and the other reaching in just such a way so as to hold you. After a moment, he rolls you both over- him to his back, you to your side and laid against his chest. One quick jerk to interrupt the calm as he snatches over a pillow for himself, and then... back as you were.

The comforting heat of him permeates all the way from your skin, to your tired muscles, down to your very essence. You haven't a clue how he manages it... but you're thankful enough not to question. The skin of your cheek and the frozen digits of your hands feel warm and alive once more as he checks back in. It does him good to see your shivering go still. He feels accomplished. Fulfilled.

This is a service he personally gets to provide just for you- wrought from his own body, with his own efforts, and one that allows you the luxury to feel satisfied and secure.

He would hate to leave you broiling... but perhaps he should consider using his talents more often.

"Is you warm enough, mama?", he nuzzles your head.

Slowly but surely, he lets the power fade, a certain confidence flooding his chest as you nod a dreamy yes. Your hand slips free of his paw, sliding up and down the curve of his stomach, nails biting the skin here and there as they cross back now and then over the hem of his tousled up shirt. It rises and falls with each one of his robust breaths, taking your head on a similar journey as it rides his chest.

Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum-

You smile to yourself, listening intently to the thundering might of his heartbeat. You've always thought his muscles on the outside were impressive- but a part of you feels they've always played second string to the strength and grandeur of his heart.

In your neutral, comfortable position, your arm rests atop his stomach. You know he worries about the softness- not being lean or defined as he used to. It feels shameful, like an abandonment of past standards and discipline- but you don't see such things at all. He's warm and dense like stone beneath your touch. Like a fortress, he has but a way of comforting solidity and sturdiness about him.

You smile, a serenity washing over you and him and the very room you're in. Your nails graze against the plateau of his abdomen, back and forth and back again in a rhythmic lull. Gambit watches your floating hand with leisurely interest. Even now, a small, tiny part of him would like to chase your hand away... But the sense of relief he feels to finally bask in the ministrations of our touch is enough to drown it out. No more shame. No more hiding. No more doubt.

Just you... and him.

Gambit takes a deep breath, drinking in the fragrant scent of your hair, before letting go. His stomach rises only a touch now that he may take a break from requiring himself to suck it in. How strange it feels to let those tired muscles relax- He's gotten so good at posturing. At flexing his deeply hidden abs and sucking in what all else he can manage. He's been doing it so long, it almost feels unnatural to not.

He lets you go on like that for a few minutes more until you're almost sure he's determined to fall asleep to this petting- You give his belly a little pat, signaling at last that you're done for now. It's late as it is, but you don't want to push him away if he's not ready to say goodnight yet either. Gambit groans in disapproval, but then thinks better of it, perhaps yet a little ashamed to think it.

No words pass between you until soon after, his unnaturally quiet voice speaks up. Gambit closes a paw over the back of your still hand, rubbing a gentle circle on the back of your palm- but he doesn't make eye contact as he asks in reservation, "You sure you don' regret marrying me?"

"Never", you kiss his jaw, without missing a beat, "I can't let Anna-Marie to have all the fun"

"Hmpf- Fun, huh?", he muses, looking down at your entwined hands.

You manage to flex a finger from beneath the weight of his callused hand, scratching playfully at his stomach, "Well... It's been a little while- but yes, I'd say so", a devious smirk accompanies your hand as it slide dangerously down south along his stomach.

"Ay!", he yelps, drawing up a leg to block your progress and twisting a little as he does so. Gambit swats you off and smooths down the front of his shirt, "Down girl, down! Now we was jus' havin' a nice moment!"

You laugh while he tries not to, "Alright, alright- Just thought I'd ask"

The flush almost starts to drain from his cheeks as he settles back in. Gambit scoffs, and shakes his head in mock disappointment as he crawls under the sheets proper at last, "You strange, woman-"

You follow his lead and crawl into bed, not sure what to make of his chiding. Perhaps you indeed went a little too far for just a joke... Your head hits the pillow as Gambit leans up and over you to reach for bedside lamp to click it off for the night. But before he turns the switch, he looks down, connecting his gaze to yours one more time.

With that old, sly smile... the one you swear hasn't seen the light of day in months- he darts down to kiss your forehead, coming back to one up you, "Ask me again in da' mornin, cherie", he smirks-

and the lights click out.

#lord I would DIE for this man #me ??? finishing an xman fic ???#crazy lmao #gambit x reader

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deewithani · 1 year

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Long post ahoy, so I'm putting most of it under a readmore. Don't go on if you don't want to see me rage about what I view as bad parenting being weaponized.

Decided to go on the clock app earlier today because people are interesting, and my algorithm was just packed with some absolute fresh hell bullshit because I follow some of those involved and some who had commented. I'm pretty sure a lot of us know what it is, but if not you're only missing complete brain rot, rage farming, and bad actors pushing racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic bullshit and you're better off not seeing it.

Tl,dr: White Christian nationalists love it when you think that your personal responsibilities are actually the responsibilities of someone else because they want you use that belief to silence their enemies and make it easier for them to gain power.

I never really even went on it that often before. I deleted it today.

I am not posting this to show support for either party or place any blame. I understand wanting to protect kids. I also understand that adults should be able to have adult discussions with other adults. Further, I understand that there is really no safe place for kids to go online and that they can circumvent age restrictions on websites. None of that falls under the responsibility of the people who are not the parents of said child or the child themselves. Adults absolutely should not be engaging in conversations with adult content with people they know to be underage. You cannot also expect adults to know that the people they interact with online in an otherwise anonymous setting are truly of age. I can put minors dni on my page 7 days a week and twice on Sunday. We all take people at their word because what else are you going to do?

If your answer is "well, don't post adult content," I would like to circle back around to my earlier point, adults can have discussions with other adults. They can (in most places) share pictures and stories and lots of other things as long as it's not against the tos of the service they're using to share those things.

What we're left with is whose responsibility it is to prevent kids from accessing and interacting with adults and adult content. In this, I find it is no different than movie, music, and tv ratings. I have posted the content warning and told them to go away. It is a parent's job to parent their children. I'm older, true, but I never felt my mom was overly strict (I was a teenager in the 90s). I had to ask my mom for every penny I ever got to buy something for myself, and I had to show her what I got. There was not a single CD that made its way into my radio before she saw it first. She knew every movie I went to see. I could hang out with my friends, but she knew who was there, talked to their parents, and if I was supposed to be home by 8? You better believe I was there, because she put a lot of trust in me to keep my word.

I am a parent, not too long out of raising a teenager. My son still tells me where he's going when he leaves, who he's going to be with, and how long he thinks he'll be. "But Dee," I hear you say, "that's overbearing. You're being a helicopter mom." No. Stop. He's an adult, and since becoming an adult there is no reason why he can't come and go as he pleases. He does this out of courtesy. He's 6'3", 270. I'm 5'5". I couldn't stop him if you paid me.

But back to the subject at hand, a lot of comments from people about the entire original issue is "My kid has a debit card connected to my account so they can pretend to be over 18 and purchase access to this adult's page and their adult content." Is it just me who thinks this whole reasoning to completely ban adult content online is batshit insane? That because you, as a parent, gave your child, a child you apparently don't trust enought not to go online and buy their way into an adult space, free access to a debit card, that means that everyone else has to protect the child that you don't want to protect yourself. Do I have that right? You don't check your kid's purchases with your online banking? I checked that shit daily. You don't monitor their online access or social media and you just freely have them an internet connected computer or tablet or smartphone? You don't trust your own kids not to get into trouble online but you don't do anything that would inconvenience you or them to stop it from happening?

Take some responsibility for yourselves for pete's sake. Random people online aren't responsible for raising your children. They're not your babysitters. Neither are movies, or music, or videogames, or the books in public libraries that some of you braindead morons believe should be banned because your kid may read them.

STOP BEING A FUCKING SHITTY PARENT AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE HUMANS THAT YOU ARE RAISING.

Don't tell me you can't do it. "Everything is done online now and kids have to have cellphones and wah wah wah just ban the stuff I don't like." Stop. Your. Bullshit. You're the adult. Act like it.

Schools and businesses block websites all day long. I can't access social media from my work computer even though it's connected to my home network. Learn about filtering applications, learn how to filter at the router. Learn how limit access time for specific devices. What about phones? If you can't trust them with a smartphone, get them a flip phone. If you can't trust them with a flip phone, get a house phone with a cord (only 1 phone) and put that phone in the room where you are most likely to be when they're using it. Unplug it at night and take it to bed if you can't trust them to not be on it in the middle of the night. "Well, what about their friends' phones?" First off, they're not supposed to use them in school, so if you hear of them doing it, narc on them. Yes, I said it. Turn them in. Phones are a privilege, and it's a shitty thing to do to someone, but you're a parent, not your kid's friend and not some other kid's friend. You are responsible for the wellbeing of your child, and if another child is engaging in conduct that brings harm to yours, then it is your responsibility to act on what you know. If it's after school and you know your kid is hanging out with someone who gets them in trouble online (or lets them get in trouble), why are you letting them hang out together without your supervision? If you're at home and your kid isn't and is with another kid you don't trust, there's a quick, easy fix for this. You know what it is.

People on the internet, adults you don't know, are not responsible for your children's safety online. Every time I see someone post something about "Look what our kids are watching on youtube" I cringe. My kid watched Bear in the big fucking blue house and I was never shocked or surprised at what he saw. I would never sit a kid in front of youtube and just let it play. There's bad shit on the internet and YOU KNOW THERE'S BAD SHIT ON THE INTERNET SO WHERE IS THE DISCONNECT?

Anyway, sorry for the length of this. There is a concerted effort right now by white Christian nationalists to demonize a lot of things under the guise of "think of the children" and it is insidious and they want people to think they're targeting adult content when they're targeting marginalized voices and people. You only have to look as far as the drag queen laws that are popping up everywhere. If you, as a parent, don't want your child to go to drag queen story hour or drag queen brunch or a pride parade, guess what? There's not a pack of roving drag queens out there that is going to grab your child off the street and force them to participate. Stop being a fucking fearmonger and use your head.

This also applies to church, btw. If you are afraid that an adult is going to assault your child or have inappropriate conduct with them, be a fucking parent and do something about it, and don't just act like it's only a subset of people who do these things. You know it's not and you're acting purposefully ignorant when you close your eyes to reality. Abusers and pedos can be literally anybody, of any race, sexuality, gender, religion, or job. Protect your children yourself. Don't expect others to do it for you.

When you ignore certain groups of people because you want to demonize other groups you are doing the exact opposite of protecting children. Guess which group wants you to look at everything but their churches? I'll give you a hint. I talked about them earlier. They are banking on support from other Christians (or at least apathy) to get the laws they want in place. They don't care if your children are hurt in church. They just want you to believe that it won't happen there so you won't oppose the world they're trying to build.

They don't care about your children. They would serve them to the devil himself if it would bring about their vision.

You say you are the ones who are responsible for your children. Then be responsible and do it because so far all I'm seeing is a bunch of people who want everyone but themselves to raise their children. Sounds a bit familiar, doesn't it.

#same old story different century #raise your own kids damnit #i'm not your nanny #and neither is anyone else #RAISE #YOUR #OWN #long post #parenting wank #not star wars

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wordswithkittywitch · 2 months

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I just woke up from a dream that I was watching some older British panel show and Sean Lock had been given a sombrero for some reason so he put it on, got up, and started dancing. I was just thinking that he was terribly funny and it was a shame he's passed, when my mother and my sister come in and we start talking. I don't remember about what, but after a few minutes I look at my dresser, and it's the old one I replaced several years ago, which was in terrible repair before I smashed it to pieces to fit it in the trash.

I ask in absolute confusion where my dresser is. They reply in confusion that it's right in front of me. I start to get agitated and explain that the dresser we're looking at is now in little pieces in a landfill, that we replaced it with a larger, studied dresser two years ago, that Willow and John helped me move it, and that Willow ought to remember that because it was an absolute nightmare given it was my height and weighed almost twice what I do, and getting it up what did not seem like a narrow staircase until we had started was nearly an hour-long process.

Strangely, they both get stern at this point and tell me that I won't get out of jury duty by pretending to be insane. I reply that I don't need to pretend to be insane to get out of jury duty, I've only ever gotten one summons, I informed them I'm being treated for mental illness and that I had concerns about my objectivity in any case that resembled my trauma, and that I've never been summoned again. They get crosser and inform me that I do have jury duty later this week no matter what I say, so I loudly announce this is a dream. I usher them out of my bedroom, telling them, "Goodbye, I'm going to try to wake up now, I love you, except you aren't actually real you're just my mind's projection of my family so whether or not I actually love you is a discussion I'm not going to get into right now. Goodbye John, who I assume is downstairs but this is a dream and you're not in the room so my mind might now have bothered making you."

So it gets into my head that I will wake up easier if my bedroom is more like it was when I went to sleep (though clearly, I can't do anything about the wardrobe) and I go to turn off my computer. As I'm doing so, I take a minute and make sure I'm actually reading the drop-down menu. And I was, even though the UI seemed to be less than half of what it normally was. But "Restart, Shut Down, Log Off" are all in their usual places. And I think, "They say you can't read in dreams. I knew that was bullshit." and I go to bed. I'm vaguely aware that there seems to be a kitten curled up at my feet, and I think that's nice for a minute, and then I wonder if there being a kitten when all of our cats are grown and none of them were there when I went to bed will be a problem, but then I woke up. At least I hope I'm awake. I'd be annoyed if I typed all this and then woke up again.

The thing to keep in mind, I'm told, in dream interpretation, is the emotions involved in the dream. Which was mostly annoyance, being quite sure of myself, and being further annoyed that no one else was listening to me.

#dreams

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robotface · 1 year

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Foundation by Isaac Asimov

I've just read the first book, not the whole trilogy yet.

I was expecting it to be really dry, I don't know why. The last book I read by Asimov must have been when I was in middle school and I think it was above my reading level. Also, I had been told it was "focused on politics" and spanned several generations in its story so my closest frame of reference for what to expect was Dune.

It's actually more like a series of mostly self-contained short stories with a few decades from each one to the next, and the writing is very engaging. If you like Ursula Le Guin's Hainish cycle, Asimov seems to be interested in similar concepts with Foundation, albeit with worse politics.

I liked it a lot, but the things I didn't like are more interesting for me to write about so I'm going to just rip into it. Spoilers, I guess:

There's FTL travel, laser guns, and nuclear reactors you can fit in your pocket in this world, but they aren't super consequential. They're there, but not really explored. The real Sci Fi Thing that this book is about is Psychohistory: a field of mathematics that can be used to predict the trajectories of large populations of people and the various forces that move through them such as religion, economics, and nationalism. It's established at the beginning that it can be used to predict the actions of an individual, but it's not particularly suited to the task and requires a great deal of careful study of the person in question.

In the first chapter, The Smartest Most Geniusest Psychohistory Boy uses his big brain powers to predict the course of human history for the next several thousand years, and sets events in motion to minimize the period of time between the galactic empire collapsing and a new one taking form to just 1000 years.

Already I'm not really on board with the idea that a galactic empire is even a good thing to have. There's never really any challenge to that claim, and the book also seems to assume that it's so self-evidently desirable that it doesn't even need to try to convince the reader of it. Asimov doesn't pretend such an empire could sustain itself forever, but the time of "anarchy" (Asimov's word) between is filled with feudalism, tyranny, corruption, barbarianism, religious dogmatism, and anti-science thinking. The ideal setup is to keep those periods briefand the rule of the empires long. Maybe later in the series this outlook will be further interrogated and developed but for now I don't think there's any evidence there's supposed to be an unreliable narrator or anything, I just think Asimov's politics are bad.

Anyways, Psychohistory is supposed to work best on massive populations, right? Well, it turns out the rest of the book is some Great Man Theory bullshit where every chapter one guy singlehandedly changes the course of human history to the next crucial stage that Special Psychohistory Boy had planned out. So is this Psychohistory working on large populations or not? He certainly didn't have the opportunity to closely study any of these one guys, most of them weren't even born yet when he died. He predicts a couple events out to the exact day! Am I going insane? They keep talking throughout the book about how it needs to be driven by the "blind masses", but the actual plot is just a series of one guys being crucial to events unfolding the way they do.

I know I identified it as the big Sci Fi Thing in the series, which means you aren't supposed to ask too many questions because eventually the answer has to be "it just works". But when the Sci Fi Thing is FTL, you don't say that it works one way in chapter one and then have it actually work a different way for the rest of the book.

Last big problem: until the final chapter, there's no evidence there are any women at all in the entire galaxy, like, they're not even alluded to outside of a single joke in chapter one ("100000 men" "actually I think you're counting women and children as well"). Not a single one! And the one woman character is basically a clue about who's giving one faction nuclear weapons: she's been married over to their leader from another faction as a treaty. If she wasn't in the story we'd figure it out a few pages later anyway. I know "sci fi of that era was just like that" but seriously I've read fucking Conan the Barbarian novels with better written female characters. Still not great, but at least they "exist" and "have goals and motivations" which they "pursue and effect the course of the plot"

Finally, a tiny nitpick: throughout the book there are excerpts from the "Encyclopedia Galactica" which have a serious tone issue. They're just written in the same Isaac Asimov voice the rest of the book is written in! They're trying too hard to be dramatic and clever, and I just can't accept the idea that they're supposed to be encyclopedia articles. I just kept imagining how if they were on Wikipedia they would get WP:NPOVed in a heartbeat.

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blondrichclosetwitch · 1 year

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You’re untrustable

I know you wouldn't be if you could choose

Now I’m doing time

“That was just a bait and switch.”

Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know

Well, now they know

“You will not control the threesome. We formed a new religion.”

No sins as long as there's permission and deception is the only felony

Please don't play that song on me again, I'lI explode

I might know what you mean when you say you fall apart

“The reason so many people are here is about to walk out on that stage right now.”

Don't be all up on my french toast when that butter come ((when the TR —or perhaps someone pretending to be her— told me she was my twin sister for 36 lifetimes, I went to milk and roses and she told me what to order, and was adamant about the French toast.that was in May.)

Then you had the nerve to say you're hurt and I'm just like, 'you know what you chose'

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin': horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism, animals

Look at me, entrancer!

I got the urge to move

I wander through each chartered street and mark in every face I meet, marks of weakness, marks of woe (mark linkous) but mostly, through midnight streets I hear how the youthful harlot's curse blasts the new-born infant's tear

You keep on building the lies that you make up for all that you lack

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness~~oh, this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees in the arms of the angel

(Both these are really nice; the ref to mark seeing himself in each person he passes, and that each time I fall, katie cradles my head. Fwiw, mark linkous is the only spirit who asked to be taken off the wall)

(Oh yeah one of the women who did black magic on me is in london)

We're supposed to be a land of liberty

We are thoroughly tongue tied

More chances to get Together

Now all your friends are gathered; we are thoroughly shattered

Our collective memories we jog as we negotiate the fog

When you get down to the truth, it hurts me

Wishful, sinful, wicked you

Can't escape the blue

Do you follow me?

Then follow me to:

Further complications in store.

Did you reel it like a rabbit

And did you see me sing this song

Where did it all go wrong

We travel on together searching for the end

Yes it really really really could happen

No one here is alone

“Don’t think about the fact that there might be police around.”

Arrest that dude

“Dude I don’t think I can ride with you.”

Must have been a ghost that passed out

Hey you’re not a criminal but you do need to relax

This bed blows up in three minutes

You can store a mattress too…. in the fucking bedroom(the mattress they did their satanic shit on is against the wall)

I’m never gonna love again

Can we start all over again

The more that you see the less you seem to be free

And when I wrote it down I felt like such a clown but you understood; I knew you would

“…and I’m ready to shape the scheme of things.”

Just as long as I can see, I'll never stop this vision flowing

“Tell me the cost. I can pay.”

The sky's above our heads, the sea's around our legs

“What if I told you none of it was accidental?”

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

It was all by design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

Now I’m never gonna let you go

Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every train is you and me and him and her, some days I think I could go insane

You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known deep down would not include you

My brain fails

My knees fail

My words fail

It happens today

She's gonna make them well aware

She's an angry gal

Day-In Day-Out

Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises

They love to see me lonely, hate to see me happy

Call me what you want, she call me "daddy"

Something keeps love away and I can feel it

You claim you're not involved but you're in up to your neck

You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled in 1984

I keep seeing this picture of you

Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow

I find it hard to tell you.

You’re trapped

But you can't stick your neck out

We are rid of you at last

#today is a 38/20/11/02 #nusch knows #682hours 6 min

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He assumes that he has never felt this way, and perhaps that is the reason why his defense mechanisms are being as inadequate as possible.

It's just a glitch in his data matrix, he tries to reason. A miscalculation, repairable at best—he had the ability to mend the discomfort in his ribs, the anger welling up in his clenched knuckles, and the tension in his jaw.

However, Gojo hasn't slept in days.

He has the silver chain hanging between his teeth. There are dark circles under his blue eyes, his dark gaze unfocused. Half the man he was rests in the weariness your audacity brings. He can barely concentrate without you crossing his mind like a fleeting fantasy perpetrating nightmares, the tormentor of his insomnia and one of his greatest ordeals.

In any case, he could have fucked you to get you out of his system. He's not used to obsessing over a girl like that, not even to the point of demonstrating such a thing in harassment. At the end of the day, Satoru Gojo always got what he wanted. Every girl was dying to be in his arms, or receive a shred of attention. You would be no exception.

Except, you were. In every sense of the word.

You rebuffed all of his advances from the start, and that only made him sink further, to the point where he lost track of who was chasing who. No matter how many times he shoved your books as he passed, pinched your shoulders and thighs, pushed you roughly against the wall, pulled your hair, or ruined your potential encounters with men — you never looked in his direction, not even for a millisecond.

He was going crazy.

He was losing his mind.

He was bordering on insanity, waking up to the beat of your thoughts in the middle of the night with his breath coming fast, an erection in his pants, and sweat pouring down his forehead as if he'd seen a ghost.

That party was not to your particular taste, but he was here for one reason only:

You.

Suguru had told him that Choso Kamo had asked you out, and his blood boiled, because you accepted. You agreed to go out with Choso, when you turned him down on countless occasions. He saw red. He thought of all the ways he could ruin you. He masturbated under the pretense of having you gagged in a small closet, one leg on his waist, and his hand on your neck as he forced you to moan his name until your pretty cheeks burned. Until your throat had every intonation of his name memorized in vocal chords. Until you wouldn't think of rejecting him one more time, because he was sure that if you did, he would explode.

Just like now, when you're in a corner, laughing at everything that fucker says. Tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your face to get closer to him, batting your eyelashes, holding his arm —

Why?

His heart pumps fast, pupils dilated and a flex of his aggrandized palms. His fist opens, and closes. For a second, when he looks down, he can almost see blood staining the skin — he can see the fist slamming into Choso's flesh again and again. He can see other people's pain, and he has to pull his thoughts back so they don't brush against a dangerous path.

Gojo was not particularly violent. He never felt the need to be. There was never an instance where he had to present a sense of competition or envy towards anyone, and he didn't think that would change.

But why don't you smile at him like that? Why don't you shine so brightly when he's around? Why do you ignore him?

The question repeats endlessly in his brain, the music echoing in the speakers as his footsteps move on their own, almost by instinct. He shortens the gaps in long strides, hears the squeals of the little girls who want to stick to him, but he ignores it.

His target is clear.

And when he brushes against it, a fangy smile settles on his lips, because, bingo — he doesn't have to pretend to be nice. Under no pretense, let alone facet, slipping his arm around your shoulders, slyly pinching your hip. (Maybe a little harder than usual.)

“Jazmín,” He crooned in his soothing voice, squinting his eyelids as he looked at Choso with a certain hint of defiance. “Oh, honey. Why are you getting lost like that? I was looking all over for you. Were we playing hide-and-seek, by any chance? I didn't know you liked to hide near the garbage.” The tinge of teasing persisted, and his grip was only tighter, a hand slipping away to your ass. He pinched it as well, hard, letting out a low chuckle. “Don't make me look for you, okay? You know I'll always find you.”

Choso sharpened his gaze, watching you and the atmosphere that had suddenly been created. He pursed his lips into a thin line, immediately grabbing your wrist, and pulling you to his side.

“Satoru.” His voice was icy, a darkened tinge creeping into the sentences. “Can you leave her alone? She clearly doesn't like you, nor does she want to share your same oxygen.” He spat, perching in front of you, using his own body as a shield. “Get the hell out of here.”

If there was one thing Gojo hated more than impertinent people, it was bastards who wanted to take away what was his.

And more than that, Choso was impertinent and wanted to take away what was his.

“Oh, Choso…” A chuckle. “Pft. Hahaha!”

The laughter disappeared immediately, and an instant later, there was a clatter of bones crunching. Gojo was roughly holding the edges of the aforementioned's shirt, slamming him against a wall, his gaze lost in an abyss of darkness that promised much pain. The crowd had settled around them.

“Escuchá y mirá bien, hijo de puta,” The words came out grotesquely — blood in the bile and razor edges in the pharynx. “If you know what's good for you, you're going to shut up. If you want trouble, I can perfectly well give you a free visit to the dentist — do you want me to break your teeth?” Then he turned to you, a closed-eyed, innocent smile. As if it was no big deal. “Hey, Jazmín.” The softness in his countenance was instantaneous, a beast hanging on by a thread. “How about we make a deal, hm?”

The twinkle in his eyes was evident.

An opportunity.

“You accompany me there —” He gestured down the hallway. “Just the two of us, and I, in return, won't break this asshole’s bones until his only companion is a wheelchair. What do you think? That's fair, isn't it?”

And even if it wasn't, it was of no consequence.

Satoru was at his limit.

“So, sweetheart? Clock’s ticking!”

If you didn't look at him now, he really would do something crazy.

Satoru Gojo.

Smoke abounded in the atmosphere, the smell of alcohol was palpable in the heavy atmosphere along with the loud reggaeton music playing in the background. Candy echoing through the large speakers coming from the room as under her breathing she sang along to the music, her voice being unable to be perceived thanks to the high volume.

A sigh leaves her lips as her gaze scans the place, people she didn't know dancing and leaving their souls on the dance floor, some drunks lying on the big couch and some running upstairs to throw up in the bathroom along with some sneaking illicit substances to each other as if no one had noticed what they were doing in the shadows.

There's a feeling in her gut that tells her, no, that screams at her that it might have been better to stay in bed, but she couldn't let Utahime down when the girl begged her all week to go with her, she was her best friend after all. Her and the fact that the boy standing in front of her had asked her out. Still playing in her mind the first time they met, she had only turned around to borrow a pencil and the boy clearly had hearts in his eyes as he passed her a ruler instead, it was comical to say the least, but adorable.

She vaguely rests her chin over his shoulder, tangling her arms around his muscular frame while he takes a sip from the beer can he got a few moments ago. Curious eyes descend down the chinese ink covered skin as she smiles. "You should get another tattoo.", she pulls the drink out of his hands to take it, too lazy to get one on her own. "Maybe the dick on the note I passed you today in class, or maybe the dick I drew on your hand… Or the one I drew in your book when you weren't looking, there's a lot of possibilities, you know? It's like I'm your personal artist… Maybe I should draw yours."

There's a chuckle escaping his throat and a pair of flushed cheeks that he looks at tenderly, shoulders bumping as his face is just inches from Choso's. "Are you getting shy now? That's cute.", her eyes sparkle but before she can do anything as their noses brush against each other she hears a voice in the distance. An irritating timbre that makes her close her eyes in discomfort, forcing her to take a deep breath feeling a tingle and a current of heat succumbing her insides.

Fuck no.

Everything happens so fast, words are exchanged and a thread of tension forms in the middle of the two men present as a circle of people forms around them, and before she can process the whole situation, her friend is slammed against the wall in fury and there's a pair of blue orbs with fierce tints in them looking at her expectantly. Heat is rising to her cheeks as he calls her name slowly. It was a mess, everything was a mess because wherever Gojo Satoru walked, there was always trouble.

She knew that from the first moment Utahime mentioned to her not to go near him, a total waste of time and a place where she would only come out shedding tears and with a broken heart, so that's what she did. But he was insistent, many times she thought about giving in and accepting, maybe it was so he would stop bothering her, or because the insistence and the certain… obsession seemed slightly attractive to her, however that didn't mean she didn't hate him with every bone in her body. It was simply detestable.

She looks at him and it's as if her body moves of its own accord, grabbing him tightly by the arm to separate him from his companion and lead him down the hall. "Loco de mierda.", she whispers to him when they are already far away from people and in a place that is not easily perceptible to the sight of others. "Sos pelotudo vos? Que mierda te pasa?", the rage is palpable in his voice at what had just happened. "What do you want? Make it quick, I won't be wasting my time on you tonight. I just don't understand why don't you go bother someone else."

If she could, she would rip her hair off right there.

#gojo.mssg #ya basta #DE ESTUPIDECES

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 4 years

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Imagine being Tenzin's eldest daughter and dating Bolin which Tenzin isn't very pleased with. So Tenzin makes it his mission to keep you and Bolin apart which just means the two of you find sneakier ways to be together.

Part Two here

Tenzin got back to his house and for once it was quiet, confused where the small army he shared his house with was he approached his second eldest daughter Jinora. "Where's korra?" Tenzin asked. "With Asami". "And Ikki and Meelo?". "With uncle Boomi". “And your mother?”. “Out with Aunt Kya”. Tenzin smiled everyone was taken care of and he could finally relax. "And y/n and Bolin?" Tenzin asked relaxing into his chair. "They'e in y/n's room" Jinora shrugged and Tenzin jumped up "with the door closed? Y/n" he bellowed pushing the door open with air bending. "Okay okay im sorry" he heard you yell and Tenzin sighed having your boyfriend stay here was making him age faster.

You and Bolin were in your room relaxing on the bed preparing to watch a movie. For once you didn’t have to babysit your younger siblings or train so had rushed off for some privacy with Bolin and your dad almost kicked the door down. Your dad was insanely worried about leaving you and Bolin alone despite the fact you were dating and Bolin was the sweetest guy in the world. Bolin had been trying to show you the mover he was in for week but you never had a spare moment where you could be alone with him. So when your dad had gone out and left you and Bolin with no task it seemed like the perfect time. You were determined your dad wouldn’t stop another one of your dates but of course he managed to. When your door flew open you sighed and called back you’d leave it open as per your dad’s many rules about you and Bolin. You looked to Bolin worried this would ruin the date but Bolin didn’t seem to mind. The movie started and you moved closer to Bolin to lean against him and he accomodated you hugging you against him. You and Bolin were just getting into the movie, despite the noise your family was making throughout the house when your father knocked on the open door and walked in. "Y/n its getting late, i think you and Bolin should get ready to go to sleep soon so he should go do that in his room soon". You nodded at your dad in reply so engrossed in the film you didn’t realise he hadn’t left. Tenzin coughed and you both looked up to see he didn't look impressed. "Ow you mean now?" Bolin asked and Tenzin nodded "well yes i think that'd be best". You blushed as Tenzin stood waiting glaring at Bolin. Bolin jumped up obediently while you pouted annoyed. Bolin paused the film and gathered his things and smiled "we can finish the movie tomorrow". You nodded "i suppose" and Bolin went to step towards you when Tenzin actually growled. A literal noise escaped his throat at Bolin daring to step closer to you. You sighed but Bolin just smirked and left shooting you a smile. Tenzin watched him go staring into his back and then turned to your door and fixed two bells around the door handle. "Dad!" You cried "what is that?". "Nothing just a decoration...". "You're doing it so you’ll know if i leave my room! Do you not trust me?". "I trust you y/n but i do not trust teenage boys! And i have to do my duty as your father! Having your boyfriend under the same roof..i have to take precautions". "But you didn't do this for Mako and Korra!". "Yes well Korra is older than you and Mako is more responsible than Bolin". You groaned and Tenzin coughed "you weren’t going to break the rules so this shouldn’t be an issue for you". You rolled your eyes "fine whatever...can i go to sleep now?". Tenzin nodded "i am only doing it because i love you y/n, if you have children you’ll understand". You huffed and Tenzin frowned "well goodnight y/n". "Goodnight dad" you said exasperatedly as the door closed but you didn’t plan on sleeping. Your dad hadn’t put bells on your window so as soon as you heard him go to bed you got ready. You gathered what you needed and climbed out of your window before airbending onto the roof. You carefully climbed across the roof to Bolin’s room and landed outside his window. You knocked on Bolin’s window film projector in hand and saw the curtains swing aside as Bolin realised it was you. "Y/n" Bolin grinned hanging out of his window "what are you doing here?". "Well we didn't get to finish the movie because of my dad so i figured we could now without him knowing?". Bolin hesitated for two seconds before grinning "yes come on it!". It had only been lightly raining but Bolin still wrapped a blanket around you before bringing you back to your prefered spot on the bed. He bustled around getting the movie ready and the secret snacks Tenzin didnt know about before jumping down next to you.

The film finished and Bolin looked at you anxiously "so what did you think...i wasn't sure if it was too far fetched and could you tell i couldn’t do my stunts properly and i didn’t look that great in that scene with the royal guards...". "Bolin" you said grabbing his shoulders "it was great! You were great in it, your stunts were amazing, your acting was really good and you looked well..." you trailed off blushing "basically it was amazing and i really enjoyed it!". "Really?" Bolin asked and you nodded. Bolin seized you in a hug and it made you blush he valued your opinion so much. "Im so glad you like it" he smiled putting you back down "your opinion means a lot to me" he blushed and you smiled. "Yours too Bolin" you told him "you're one of the most important people to me". Bolin's blush grew and he looked down his eyes slightly glazed. Bolin smiled and took your hand "you're pretty important to me too y/n" and kissed you softly. Bolin was always so caring and affectionate he just always made you feel loved and safe. He never pressured or rushed you, he was the best man you'd ever met. You broke away blushing and smiled at him before sighing "i should probably go". Bolin frowned "are you sure i mean it's not even that late...plus it's raining really heavily outside you could get a cold or get blown off the roof! Or lost". "Lost? My rooms practically across from yours!" you smirked but Bolin shrugged "i still don’t think you should risk it". You smirked "so what i stay here until the rain stops...that could be all night". Bolin shrugged "i just think it’d be safer it probably won’t be all night" he argued but his tone told you he hoped it would be. You smirked and nodded "fine..i guess i can stay for a bit longer and see if it stops". Bolin grinned "that's a very good decision y/n i must say". "Stop it" you pushed him before blushing as he grabbed your hand. You smiled and leant into him "i might nap while im here for a bit, if that's okay?". Bolin nodded "of course" and gathered even more blankets to keep you warm. You smiled getting into the blankets and Bolin got in beside you. With a bolt of lightning the rain came down ever harder. You noticed and Bolin pretended to look away. "i didn’t do anything!" he said when he felt you looking at him. "Mh hmmm?" You asked laying beside him but you were smiling. "Promise" Bolin smiled putting an arm around you. Bolin was so broad you fitted against him easily and curled up against his side. Bolin wrapped his large arm around you and you felt do safe and warm with the rain pounding against the window. "Goodnight y/n" Bolin smiled kissing your forehead and you smiled closing your eyes. "Goodnight Bolin".

You vaguely heard voices and groaned trying to sunk further into the warmth and Bolin. You buried your head against his chest and fell back to sleep when suddenly Bolin’s door was thrown open. "Y/n" Tenzin screetched and you and Bolin jolted awake. Bolin let out a yelp as Tenzin stared his eyes bulging. "You didn’t put bells on my windows?" you offered and your father turned even more red. "I’ll be putting bars on your window young lady if you dont stay in your assigned room!" He yelled and to your dismay others flocked to the room. "Did you find her?" Asami asked before smirking "ow...i see". "She's in here?" Mako asked "but thats Bolins room" before trailing off as Korra stumbled in too. "Well you did want Y/N to help rebuild the air nation" Korra smirked before she halted as Tenzin spun on her making the avatar gulp. "Is there something funny about my little girl growing up?" Tenzin yelled at them "no? Didn’t think so! Y/n get out of there right now and march yourself to your room this instance". You distangled yourself from Bolin and all the blankets and stood up red faced. "Sir it wasnt y/ns fault..." Bolin tried but Tenzin silenced him with a look. "You are grounded young lady and if i ever find you in his room again i'll...i'll take away your bison!". "Dad...." you groaned but he shook his head "no buts now to your room". You rolled your eyes but did as he said.

Later you sat in your room avoiding your dad's wrath when you heard someone near your window and opened your suprisingly still unlocked window to see Pabu. "Pabu?" You asked as he scampered in and dropped something on your bed. You grinned to see it was a note from Bolin with a wild flower attached "so guess you're our go between huh Pabu" You asked the fire ferret as you fed him a treat as payment. Pabu made a happy noise and you smiled before turning to Bolin’s note. "Sorry i got you in trouble but it was worth it" he wrote "think your dads gonna have us under surveillance for a while but i'm sure we can work around it. I'm game if you are and next time we wont get caught. Love Bolin". You smiled hiding your note and wrote a quick reply before handing it to Pabu who ran off to give it Bolin. You picked up the flower Pabu had also brought and smirked, you had the best boyfriend ever. Father be damned you’d find a way to see him.

#Bolin #lok bolin #bolin x reader #avatar bolin #bolin imagine #legend of korra bolin #legend of korra #tenzin #lok tenzin #air nation #lok mako #lok korra #lok asami #lok imagine #legend of korra imagine #avatar korra #avatar mako #avatar asami

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ohhipstaplease · 3 years

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idk if you're still doing prompts but nh + fluff 15? I'm sorry about all the fluff pieces but I live for fluff 😅

I’m sorry if it isn’t as fluffy as usual but I HAD to write something Team 8 centric to soothe my soul today. I can see this turning into a full fanfic though...at some point (I promise)

Fluff #15: “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”

After Hinata confesses to Naruto—and her “I love you” goes right over his head—Kiba takes matters into his hands to (finally) get the two idiots together.

Post Pain-Arc | Canon Divergence | Jealous (!) Naruto | Ao3

“You look cute today,” Kiba said nonchalantly to his teammate as she walked towards him.

The Hyuga beauty had uncharacteristically pulled her hair up onto the top of her head in a high ponytail, her delicate features now on display for the world to see.

Hinata, already used to Kiba’s compliments, didn’t bat an eye when he said it, she simply responded, “Thank you! I just wanted to try something a little different,” She patted Akamaru’s head in greeting, the gentle giant licking her palm as she giggled.

Kiba took the opportunity to sneak up behind her and pull on her ponytail slightly, wanting to fix the slight hairs that were sticking out. He adjusted the simple lavender tie she had placed upon the top of it for good measure as well.

Had anyone happened upon the pair, they probably would have thought there was more between them than a simple friendship, but they were used to it. Hinata didn’t even try to push him off, she simply let him fix her hair and looked up at him with a thankful smile when he was finished.

They were meeting up to have lunch, a much needed distraction after all the chaos that had ensued in the village during Pain’s attack. Unfortunately Shino was unable to join the pair for a well-deserved day off, leaving them to their own devices.

Kiba nodded as he stepped back and appreciated his work, “I like it. I’m sure Naruto will too,” He smirked.

She exhaled, her cheeks red and splotchy, “We’re not going to let it go, are we?”

“Hinata, you confessed to him.”

“It was in the middle of battle...spur of the moment,” She tried, suddenly regretting admitting to Kiba and Shino that she had, in fact, told the love of her life, Naruto Uzumaki, her true feelings for him. She knew they’d never let it go, not until Naruto gave her an answer either way.

She just wasn’t ready to hear what he had to say. Even if he was ready to face what she had said to him head-on, “Besides,” she mumbled, “he didn’t even acknowledge it...”

“You told him you loved him...you literally died for him. How could the idiot not see it?”

She shrugged pathetically, “It is what it is, don’t worry, Kiba.”

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets when suddenly it hit him. An idea so genius, even Shino had to approve. Akamaru, sensing that Kiba was about to say something Shino would in fact not approve of, whined and hit his master gently on his leg with his paw.

Kiba ignored him, knowing that what he had in mind was just too perfect not to share, “Hinata?”

“Yes?”

“What if...what if we made Naruto jealous? Just to make him see what he’s missing.”

“W-what?”

“It’s the oldest trick in the book, Hyuga,” He took her hand into his as if he had done it millions of times before, “We go on a fake date, act all cute and shit, and when he sees us together he’ll magically realize his feelings for you. You know, because someone else has what he thought was his and all that bullshit?”

“You’re insane.”

“I know what boys are like, Hinata.”

She looked down at their interlaced fingers and sighed, “You’re sure this will work?”

“If it doesn’t, I’ll pay for lunch.”

“And dessert?”

“As many cinnamon rolls as your heart desires.”

Hinata exhaled and nodded, “Alright. I mean, there’s nothing left to lose, right?”

“That’s the spirit!”

Kiba led Hinata forward, Akamaru following close behind. He was sure his plan was going to work, after all, he barely had enough to cover his portion of lunch. That alone should have proved how confident Kiba was that he’d get Naruto and Hinata to finally acknowledge their feelings for each other.

“Okay, just follow my lead,” Kiba said as he spotted Naruto at his usual stool at Ichiraku.

“Naruto! How are you? Healing up okay?” Kiba asked as he sat down next to the blonde, his hand still in Hinata’s.

Naruto squinted at them, tilting his head, “I-I’m fine. Thanks for asking...”

“That’s good to hear, we all deserve some time off after that mess, right Hinata?”

Hinata didn’t dare meet Naruto’s gaze, simply nodded and pretended as if he wasn’t even there.

“Two bowls of pork miso ramen, please!” Akamaru barked and Kiba smiled down at him, “Oh right, it’s a special occasion. Make that three bowls!”

“Special occasion?” Naruto asked.

“Nothing you have to worry about, just celebrating a certain someone saying yes to a question I asked,” He said, looking at Hinata.

Naruto’s cheeks grew redder by the second as he studied them, “W-what?”

“I asked Hinata to be my girlfriend,” Kiba said, holding up her hand in his, “And she said yes.” He roughly pulled her into his embrace and pressed his cheek to hers, “Isn’t it great?”

Akamaru groaned behind the three, trying to ignore what was happening before him. It was getting a little too painful to watch. Kiba had never been known for his tact after all.

“So you two...are...dating?”

Hinata tried to interject, feeling sick over everything that was unfolding, “N-no we-”

Kiba quickly slapped a hand over Hinata’s mouth and laughed, “Yeah! I confessed to her right after we got back to the village. I mean, it just seemed to be the right time and all, considering everything that happened.”

Naruto let out a breath and instead of continuing the conversation further, he flagged down Teuchi, “Old man, how much do I owe you?”

Teuchi quickly put up a hand and waved Naruto off, “Oh, no, we could never charge the village hero. Not after everything. Consider it on the house.”

Naruto nodded solemnly, gave a glance Kiba and Hinata’s way, and quickly turned to leave.

“Kiba!” Hinata said in a panic, “That definitely couldn’t have been a part of your plan!”

Kiba huffed, “Yeah...I didn’t think he’d just walk away like that. Maybe we need to try a different-”

Hinata ignored Kiba and decided to take matters into her own hands, what she should have done in the first place, really.

She got up from her seat, a flustered mess, and chased after Naruto. She screamed out without thinking, “Naruto-Kun!”

His head turned immediately towards her, his brow furrowed in confusion, “Hinata?”

“Naruto-” She panted, attempting to catch her breath as she caught up to him.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you on...” He took a breath as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, a pout playing upon his lips, “Aren’t you on a date with your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” She yelled out, a little too passionately.

Naruto stifled a laugh at how ridiculously cute she looked. Her ponytail was slightly askew, her cheeks flushed and her lips ridiculously red from her biting her bottom lip. He had been biding his time since he had returned from the village, waiting to approach Hinata and talk about everything that had happened. About what she had said to him.

“Then why did he...”

Hinata sighed, so clearly embarrassed for going along with it. But...she quickly realized that Naruto was...jealous? She could see it in his eyes, the way he acted back at Ichiraku. He was clearly bothered by what had happened. Kiba was actually...right.

So she gathered her courage and firmly asked, “Why do you care?”

“Huh?”

“Whether or not Kiba and I are dating....why do you care?”

Naruto furrowed his brow, “I don’t, I-I just,” He groaned, “Hinata, it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter!”

“Why!?”

“I told you I loved you!”

Naruto looked at her wide-eyed, clearly in shock. Of course he knew she had confessed her feelings, but...they were also in the middle of a battle. He thought that...that maybe it wasn’t true. It was an adrenaline-fueled confession that she would walk back the moment they got back. That maybe...maybe she meant she loved him like she loved her teammates. That he was her precious friend, just as Sakura and Sasuke were his. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that the girl he’d always taken notice of always wanted to protect had been watching him too. That he’d grow to want to take care of her, to ensure she was okay. He didn’t know what that meant then, but he did now.

He didn’t understand his feelings until that day, in the midst of battle, and it killed him to think it took them nearly dying for him to comprehend that what he felt for her was far greater than friendship.

“I-I know...” He managed to mutter, “It was just such a crazy day, Hinata. I thought that maybe I misheard you, or that you didn’t mean it in the way you did. I didn’t want to embarrass you by bringing it up again. I mean...we haven’t even talked since we got back.”

“Then let’s talk,” She said, looking down and shyly placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I-I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

Naruto grabbed the same hand Kiba had intertwined in his earlier, and claimed it as his, protectively interlacing his fingers in hers and squeezing her hand for good measure.

It wasn’t like with Kiba at all, Hinata realized. Her heartbeat was out of time, her knees felt weak. Feeling Naruto under her touch was nearly too much for her to handle.

“Oh..um...” Naruto blushed as he met her gaze, “I really like your hair up, you know?”

“O-oh,” She smiled as she looked away, unable to look at him head on.

“It’s really cute.”

“T-thank you.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, of course. Um, why don’t we go get something sweet, yeah? We can talk at the tea shop?”

“Okay.”

The pair, hands still intertwined, walked toward the tea shop, a blush upon each of their faces.

Kiba, watching from outside Ichiraku, smiled to himself as he said to Akamaru, “See boy, it all went exactly as I said it would. Didn’t it? Next thing you know, we’ll be helping Hinata pick out a wedding dress.”

Akamaru rolled his eyes and continued eating from the offered bowl of ramen. It was better to let Kiba think he had won this round.

“Ah, first love,” Kiba sighed dreamily as he sat back down on his stool, “I can’t wait to see it all play out.”

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Black Magic" *Part 8*

Shit I have ZERO will power.

But I really did feel bad for that last chapter being so shitty small, AND I just came up with a chunk of story that will push this past 10 chapters. *GASP*

So I don't mind it being up, as it's not the second to last chapter now. Huzzah!

Note: This is an entire chapter of just Olivia and Barba. I know, right? But-- you're included, somehow. 😉

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Part 9

Part 7

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The next day was Saturday, so Rafael took the day to introduce his fiancée to his "familia". However their reaction was not what he expected. His mom and abuela were thrilled. They knew the back and forth Rafael and Olivia had at the beginning of their friendship, and they wanted to see him married to a successful woman. However when he brought her to Maria, she was less than pleased.

"I...I don't understand, who is this?" She asked.

“Maria I told you, this is my fiancé Olivia Benson” Rafael pushed Olivia forward.

“Pleased to meet you ma’am,” Oliva smiled and extended her hand. Instead of shaking her hand, Maria took him to the side away from Olivia's prying ears.

“But what happened to that nice girl you brought here last week?” She asked him with concern in her eyes.

“….What?" Rafael looked at her in confusion.

“Y/N?” She said your name, and Rafael’s face went red with anger.

“Excuse me?!” He hissed; Olivia glanced over at the two of them, getting wary of their conversation.

“Last week, you brought here to get empanadas for a fun day. You seemed so in love with her Raffi, you said you would keep her for a long time.” Maria told him with a gentle voice.

“You were so happy, I don't think I've ever seen you that happy. Especially not with this cabrona,” She narrowed her eyes at Liv.

“Maria I think you're confused. I am very much in love with Olivia, I would chase the moon and stars for her.” Rafael said in an almost melodramatic way.

“Who talks like that?” Maria laughed.

“What?” Rafael asked, offended.

“….No something is off with you Raffi,” Maria studied his face intently, looking for something.

“Maria I love you, but you are getting up there. Your mind isn't as good as you think it is,” Rafael half laughed, writing her off as a batty old lady with her accusations.

She slapped him across the face.

“How dare you burro. I know you better than your own mami, you know that. And I know what I saw, I don't know what happened to you but this-- she gestured to his whole body. This isn't you.” She grabbed his face in her hands and shook him as if she was trying to shake whatever was wrong with him right out of his body.

“What happened to Y/N, Raffi? Just tell me--” Maria asked softly, but Rafael cut her off with a fit of rage.

“She’s GONE, Maria. I fired her, I sent her away,”

“...But why?” Maria now stared at Olivia, who was getting very uncomfortable at the mention of your name. Maria knew about you? Rafael had brought you here? On your FIRST date? She had never even heard about this familia until today. Were you actually right about knowing things about him so quickly?

“Because she’s a psychopath who has some obsession with me!” He yelled.

“Really? Because you seemed pretty obsessed with her, the last time you were here,” Maria gave him a look.

“Maria I have no idea what you’re talking about, I really don’t,” He shook his head.

“Three days ago, Raffi. Do you remember three days ago?”

Rafael stared at her blankly, then his eyes began to dart back and forth while he desperately tried to recall that day. But-- he couldn’t. Why couldn’t he remember three days ago? In fact, why couldn’t he remember yesterday? Or the day before? All he could think of was today, and how in love with Olivia he was. That-- that wasn’t normal, right? His head began to ache, he winced and doubled over in pain. As he squinted, trying to steady himself, he looked across the street, where an image of you and him flashed in front of him.

He quickly caught up to you and cut you off from walking. You desperately tried to compose yourself before he saw your face, but you failed miserably.

“…Why are you so upset, mi vida?” He cupped your face with serious concern in his eyes. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” You grabbed both of his hands. “No, Rafa you are– You are perfect,” You bit your lip, willing yourself to not start crying again.

“Ay no,” He shook his head with a laugh. “I am FAR from perfect, carino,”

You cupped his hand in your face, looking into his eyes very seriously. “You are to me,”

He looked back at you, with the same intense eyes. "So are you,”

Rafael blinked several times, tears coming to his eyes as he recalled how happy he was in that moment. Before he could say or do anything, Olivia came running up to him and throwing her arms around him.

“Oh my god, Rafa! Are you okay?” She immediately helped stand upright and kissed him roughly, her lips wet with purple liquid. Rafael’s eyes radiated purple, the image of you and him instantly disappeared from his memory. He smiled in an almost robotic fashion as he held Olivia in his arms. “Never better, mi amor,” He kissed her again, then turned to Maria.

“Look, Maria,” Rafael said very sternly. “I love Olivia and anyone who doesn't approve of her, I don't want in my life.”

“Excuse me?” Maria stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You heard me,” He growled. “If you can't accept Olivia then stay the hell out of my life!”

“Raffi!!! How can you ..how can you say that to me?” She asked him fearfully. Suddenly, she noticed Raffi's beautiful green eyes were flashing a deep dark purple. She furrowed her brows and stormed over to Olivia.

“Bruja!!” She yelled. What did you do to my Rafi, you witch?”

“Excuse me?” Olivia stumbled back in shock. How...how did she know?

“Maria!!!!! Rafael stepped in between them. “How dare you speak to my fiancé that way? You know what, don't come to my wedding. In fact, don't come anywhere near me at all. Ever,” He shoved the old woman aside.

Olivia was absolutely stunned. She had never seen him so aggressive before. And over her no less. She knew this was the work of her elixir. She felt a pang of guilt, watching the poor old woman's eyes brimming with tears. That was until she glared at Olivia once again.

"This isn't over, bruja" she grunted, waving a fist at her.

“We’re leaving,” Rafael grabbed Olivia's hand and dragged her down the street as he called an Uber.

“Rafa...didn't you say that woman basically raised you?” She asked, still stunned from the events that just unfolded in front of her.

“I don't care,” he huffed.” Anyone against you is against me,”

Olivia looked into his eyes, they were usually so green and sparkling. She finally noticed that they were now a glowing bright shade of purple.

Was this what you had been talking about? Was this...person, even Rafael anymore? Her Rafael?

“Rafa…” She asked nervously.

“Yes, amante?” He grinned at her, in an almost inhuman way. This was insane. Okay so maybe she had overdone it with the serum. Maybe just a tad. But, if he was so…”mind warped” at the moment, how far could she control it?

“...Rafa, take me to the places you took Y/N the other day,” She simply stated as if she was giving robot instructions. And just like a good little robot, BarbaBot imputed the address of Central Park into the Uber app.

They got out and Rafael looked at Olivia with a loving gaze, his eyes still bright purple.

“I want to show you my favorite place in the city, but first we need somewhere to eat all this food,” He repeated the words he said to you that day, his eyes still glowing purple.

“...We don’t have any--” Olivia started to protest, but then she realized that he was obeying her wishes. He was doing everything the exact same from the last time he had been there-- with you.

“Um-- Okay,” She nodded with a fake smile, her anger rising. This was quickly backfiring on her.

Rafael took her hand and they walked further and further into the park until they reached the fountain. Then he sat down on the fountain and motioned for her to sit with him. She obeyed, and he just kept smiling at her with the “Uncanny Valley” smile.

“So you, you took her here. To your favorite spot in the city?” She glanced around. It wasn’t so special, just a fountain. What was she so jealous of?

“Oh no mi amor, this is just where we’re going to eat. The surprise is after,” He smiled dreamily at her. But this time she couldn’t tell if he was actually smiling at HER, or remembering the image of you in that spot that day.

“Um-- okay, we’re done eating now!” Olivia said in an unnerving tone, pretending to throw trash away.

““Well!” he wiped “tears” away from his face and then Olivia’s before he gathered up “trash” and threw it away.

“I think that’s quite enough of the melodramatic stories today. Now it’s time to show you my favorite place,”

“Wait, what?” Olivia stopped him from walking.

“What is it, mi amor?”

“What did you just say? What ‘melodramatic story’ did you tell her?” She searched his eyes, but they were only filled with a dazed look of love.

“I….” He started to blink furiously, looking down. What the hell was happening? Was he-- he was fighting himself not to tell her. He was FIGHTING HIMSELF to keep something from her. Something he shared with you.

“RAFAEL,” She grabbed him and looked him in his eyes. “Tell me the story you told Y/N, right now,” She ordered him.

“I can’t,” He simply stated, no emotion in his voice.

“Why not?!” She stomped her foot.

“I don’t feel safe enough with you,” He stated in a basic monotone voice.

“But you felt safe with her? A girl you’ve known for THREE months?” Olivia’s eyes were now filled with angry tears.

“It’s about your dad, isn’t it?” She whispered, her voice shaking. Well, if she couldn’t get him to tell her, maybe you could.

“Oh, Rafa,” She did an impression of your voice. “We’re so connected, and-- I feel so safe with you,” She rolled her eyes.

“Y/N,” He didn’t even look at Olivia, he was just staring ahead with the same dazed loving look in his eyes. Olivia was filled with rage, but continued.

“Tell me about your middle name, Rafa,” She said in ‘your’ voice.

“....No you don’t understand. My middle name is Eduardo, named after him. So he’s always with me.” He began to recite the speech he had given you as if he was reading off cue cards. “I have always told people it’s Antonio, because I want nothing about me associated with him,” He started to cry, Olivia just stared at him in shock.

After a minute, he stopped crying and looked into Liv’s eyes, unbeknownst to her seeing your face on hers. “I’ve never told anyone that story.”

“...Not even Liv?” She asked, knowing the answer.

"Not even Liv,” He stroked her hair. “I’ve never felt as close to her as I do with you.” He pulled Liv into his lap. “The truth is Y/N I have never felt safe since my abuela’s house. Until I met you,”

Olivia jumped up from his lap, now absolutely enraged, hurt, and unhinged.

“That is BULLSHIT Rafael!!!!” She screamed at him. “I have given you everything, all of me! I’ve told you things, things I thought we shared. And you...you fall in love with some random intern?”

Wait, she thought. This was all on a day that he was under YOUR spell. This was just him rebooting to the last saved point, recovering memories deep inside him like a computer. This wasn’t real either. All she had to do was reboot him, so that he’d completely forget those memories with you. All she needed to do was draw out the rest of your day together so they were fresh in the front of his mind, and then she’d feed him a special dose of her “medicine”, wiping them away. Forever.

“Rafa, let’s see your favorite place,” She said in a “you-like” voice. He smiled and took her hand, leading her down into the caves.

“Penguins?” She asked, unamused.

“I love penguins,” He smiled.

“Right...me too,” She said in a fake happy voice, rolling her eyes.

Rafael turned and stared at her with the biggest smile, your face still in his eyes.

“Did you know that when a male penguin fancies a girl penguin he will look everywhere until he finds the perfect rock or pebble as an offering to said female. And if she accepts it, then they’re together until they die.”

“...What?” Olivia was now shocked once again. “Were you...were you going to PROPOSE to her?!”

“I’m not proposing carino, I’m not that crazy,” He chuckled, still thinking it was the other day.

“Well thank god--” Olivia shook her head and had an idea. If she put the two memories together….he’d think he brought her there, and that’s when he proposed!

“Oh but Rafa, don’t you remember darling? This is where you proposed, that’s what we’re doing, right now,” She pulled the ring from her finger and handed it to him, shaking him out of his trance.

“Wha-- Oh, carino,” He now looked at Liv with the same lovesick expression, less robotic.

“Be my penguin?” He held out the ring like a trained monkey.

“Yeah sure, whatever,” She smiled and grabbed the ring, pulling him into a kiss.

Now that memory had been replaced-- pretty soon she’d have you replaced completely.

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milknette · 4 years

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day 17 - masquerade

you’ll wind up like the wreck you hide, behind that mask you use.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

"IT'S a masquerade, but it's unique because this time the masks aren't over your eyes, but they're over your mouth."

Nadja Chamack is visibly thrown, but maintains her calm attitude as she adjusts the face mask on her lips. "Well, that certainly is something… new," she finally decides to respond. "What made you decide on such a theme for the Mayor's— your father's annual Presidential Ball?"

Chloé shrugs, rolling her eyes. "Well, obviously I wanted a normal event, but that's impossible because of this stupid virus," she says, annoyingly clicking her tongue. "So I suggested that we do this instead."

"Alright then," Nadja remarks, before taking out a remote that controlled the large screen behind them. "Now, we have here some questions from Parisians who want to know more about the impending ball."

"Whatever," she only scoffs, before turning her head to face the screen.

[USER 1]: I don't understand why you don't just hold a regular event. Quarantine is lifted already, we don't need to be cautious anymore.

"Ha!" She snorts, shaking her head. "Are you insane? Just because quarantine's over doesn't mean we can just pretend nothing happened."

[USER 2]: But there's a vaccine and cure already available, right? Just have everyone take it, it's not that hard.

"Not everyone can, though," Chloé snaps at the screen. "Daddy's working hard to make it available for the public, but there are still people out there who can't access it. Try thinking about someone other than yourself for a change?"

[USER 3]: You're not even properly informed. Masks aren't good for anyone, they just make the virus worse—

Nadja shuts the screen closed, evidently aware of how irritated her special guest is becoming.

"Chloé, now…"

One can almost see the cartoonish tick that appears on her forehead. "Is this really what most of you believe? No wonder daddy's tired all the time, it's because some of you are so foolish as to think…"

"Chloé, we have another guest who—"

"No more guests," she seethes, whipping her head to the screen:

Only to come face-to-face with her personal idol.

(And Chat Noir, but… eh.)

"We got your invite, Chloé, and we'd love to go. It's a good advocacy that you're working toward, and we appreciate it!"

Ladybug smiles at the camera, with Chat enthusiastically doing a thumbs up in the background.

"See you then! Bug out!"

"I've never seen you be so nice to Chloé," Chat Noir starts, as they carefully sit on the ledge. He wears a black face mask with a single green paw in the middle— a gift Ladybug had made him after learning how to make ones that actually protected against the virus.

(Chat's only too happy that she had given him a gift at all.)

Ladybug shrugs. "I meant what I said," she says easily. "At least she's taking this pandemic seriously. And I like what their event stands for."

"Why don't they just cancel it, though?"

"Apparently they can't," she sighs. "The ball is necessary for Mayor Bourgeois' to maintain good relations with other leaders. But they're pulling out all the stops— having everyone tested, ensuring they've taken vaccines, social distancing… Chloé really doesn't want anyone to think they're just making light of the virus."

"Didn't expect that from her, huh?"

"I still think she's entitled, but at least I know I can count on her when it's important."

As the sun starts to go down, Ladybug decides to stand up and lazily stretch her arms. "Anyway, I have to go kitty. I'll see you this weekend? The Wear-A-Maskerade, don't forget!"

"I'm looking furward to it!"

He decides to show up as Adrien Agreste first.

(Ladybug told him she'd show up later on in the evening, so he figures he has some time before Chat Noir was needed.)

Chloé almost clings to him when he enters, before immediately stopping herself a few feet away. Instead, she bows to him. "Thanks for coming, Adrien."

(She's become a lot nicer since she started hanging out with Kagami— he figures that her strict moral code of goodness has started rubbing off on his childhood friend.

The need for social distancing helped, too.)

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he only responds, looking in wonder at his surroundings.

Everyone's wearing a face mask, but it's all from designer brands and labels. (In fact, he spots quite a few Agreste masks being sported by the attendees.)

Adrien can clearly identify who's who, but ultimately decides that anonymity wasn't the purpose of the masquerade— not of this one, at the very least.

Subconsciously, he lightly tugs on his own face mask, a white one with gold-colored embellishments, the undeniable Agreste label placed at the very center.

(He only feels much too relieved that his father had consulted with medical professionals on ensuring the masks were at their most effective; and not simply used for their aesthetic or luxury designs.

— though, make no mistake, the prices for these masks still cost an insane amount. "It's only right," his father tells him.

"Capitalist," Adrien only thinks back.)

He spends the next few hours speaking and socializing with the guests; especially in order to cement relationships and friendships with those who'd help his father's company.

It's tiring work, but he finds comfort that everyone is as careful as he is; maintaining distance as they speak, avoiding direct contact, and never, not even for a moment, taking their masks off.

The cycle of exhaustion ends as soon as Ladybug enters the room— a bright red-and-black spotted mask covering her mouth.

Everyone immediately stops what they're doing, and almost begin to crowd her.

It's only Chloé's sharp and strict voice, "Anyone who violates the social distancing rule will be promptly kicked out of the event", that prevents them from moving any further.

Ladybug's relieved smile— though not directed at him, makes his spirit soar and his heart beat.

Adrien figures now is as good a time as any to transform into Chat Noir.

Excusing himself from a conversation, Adrien quickly runs off to the nearest empty bathroom and locks the door. He quickly changes face masks— he prefers Ladybug's, of course— and transforms.

In a few minute, Chat Noir comes bursting through the entrance, altogether too-loudly announcing that "his lady's purrince has arrived."

The ball is fun, for the most part.

Except that Chloé keeps looking for Adrien and Ladybug keeps looking for Chat Noir so he finds himself more often in the bathroom transforming than much of anything else.

"You're going to have to retire one of you soon, Adrien," Plagg sighs exhaustedly, after being detransformed the nth time that night. "I don't know how long I can keep doing this. Or how long you can keep it up."

"What do you mean?" Adrien asks, breathing heavily as he leans over one of the sinks. "I'm fine!"

"No," his kwami starts slowly. "You're—"

An old man suddenly enters the bathroom, and Adrien almost panics. "Ahahahaha!" He laughs maniacally, before looking in the mirror. "You are really one funny guy, Adrien."

He turns briefly to the newcomer, then smiles somewhat insanely. "Just talking to my old pal over here," Adrien says, patting the mirror. "Talking to myself… you know, like I always do."

The elderly man just stares blankly at him then nods slowly, before backing away. Adrien heaves a sigh of relief as he disappears— failing to notice the amused wink that the stranger throws toward his kwami.

As soon as he's gone, Plagg makes it a point to ensure the door is locked.

"See, you even forgot to lock it this time!" He complains. "If not for Master— my mastery of being a great kwami, then you would've been found out!

"That doesn't even make sense," Adrien argues. "And it's just an elderly man, I doubt he knows anything."

(Well, Plagg begs to differ.)

"But okay, this is the last time," he finally relents. "I'll stop Chat Noir, because Chloé expects me to stay until the end. I'm sure Ladybug will understand, okay?"

He picks up his mask from the sink, and puts it on.

Then— "Plagg, claws out!"

Adrien fails to notice his kwami's panicked expression as he gets sucked inside the ring.

Chat Noir finds Ladybug out in the hallway, other empty aside from the two of them. She's busily typing away at her miraculous, barely even noticing as he steps outside the bathroom.

"Milady, what are you doing alone on such a mewtiful night?"

She rolls her eyes, barely letting her eyes rip away from the screen. "I'm not really one for parties," Ladybug replies easily. "I'll probably leave soon, too. What about you—"

As soon as she looks up to stare at him, the words die on her mouth.

Instead she stares at him— almost too intently, her eyes burning holes into his face.

(Is this really happening? Is Ladybug… checking him out? Has she fallen for him the same way he's loved her for months—)

"I know that the glamour of the ball is tempting, but I'd never thought you'd stoop so low…"

Huh.

"... as to literally steal something, I mean, what is that supposed to be? You being a cat burglar or something? That's not even all that clever…"

"Hey, wait…"

"... We're supposed to be superheroes, Chat, I never thought you'd do something so…"

"Milady…"

"... and a mask, of all things?! I thought you were taking this pandemic seriously— and parading around in someone else's mask is extremely irresponsible of you to…"

"Ladybug."

"... what?"

"What are you talking about?"

He stares at her, evidently confused, before her expression flattens and looks almost angry.

"I'm not dumb, Chat; everyone knows that's Adrien Agreste's mask— it's originally designed by his father, and there's literally no other copy of it in this world. So you definitely stole it from him…"

"But I didn't steal anything!"

Ladybug speaks first. "Then how would you explain wearing it around your neck?!"

"Maybe think about other possibilities before assuming that I stole it?!" Chat Noir argues, shaking his head. "I thought you'd know me well enough to know that I'm not a thief, Ladybug— in fact, I would never need to steal anything! I have enough money to last me a—

Oh, wait.

Oops.

"... what do you mean?"

"Haha, I was just kidding, I'm actually dirt poor and stole this mask! You should probably also look around for Adrien, he's passed out somewhere… in an alleyway… uh, YEAH, so…"

"If you didn't take that mask, then there's only one possibility…"

"No, no, don't connect the dots— leave the dots unconnected! Yeah, social distance those dots! There's a virus going around, you know, so you shouldn't—"

"Adrien?!"

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iffyswriting · 4 years

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ICE 2

With my forehead pressed against the wheel of my car, I took three big inhales each one for different unrelenting stresses.

Unwinding after my day made it easier to deal with going inside. Swiping up my phone I checked the time, knowing Daddy was probably waiting up for me.

11:12.

Getting to all my courage, I finally got out of my car and went inside my home, my father being exactly where I expected.

"Where you been?" He asked looking just as worn as me, his body limp in his big green reclining chair.

"I told you, I had practice. " I replied tiredly, dropping my keys into their porcelain pot.

"Janelle-"

"I already know what you're going to say and my legs hurt. Can talk in the morning?" He stared momentarily before waving me off, making my shoulders slump in relief. Walking towards the stairs, he cleared his throat making me turn around.

"You not gon' tell me good night?" Rolling my eyes with a tiny smile, I walked back over and placed a kiss to his cheek telling him I loved him. I walked down the stairs to the basement taking in my space.

Bouncing onto my bed I slid off my shoes my feet aching horribly. I checked out the heels of my feet sighing at the bruises that lined them. Red and purple, red and purple as usual. I unscrewed the top off of my Vapo rub and swiped it onto my soles, letting it soothe my pain.

Flipping out my phone, I scrolled through it, pulling up some music for me to listen too.

SZA softly poured out of my speaker, Broken Clock's hypnotic beat floating into my ears as I laid down fully, curling up in my covers.I turned my music up a bit, letting it relax me further. I was so sleepy but my eyes wouldn't shut as I looked up at my ceiling tracing shapes with my eyes into my popcorn ceiling.

❄

"I have to be in this next competition," I told my coach, Simone. We either practiced early in the morning or late in the afternoon, to combat with both our schedules.

"What competition?"

"The one at the end of this month," I said in a duh tone. "I know you know about it. "

"And you know I'm going to be in it." She stood still before speaking.

"Do you think you're ready for it?"

"Of course I do!"

"Janelle, they not only judge off of skill but presentation and-" She started off looking everywhere else but at me and I tightened my jaw, my blood beginning to pump faster.

"I can get enough money for a decent costume."

"Can you?"

"I don't pay you to fucking degrade me, Simone." I spoke angrily sitting down on the bench stretching the shoestrings of my skates, tying them up tight.

"You barely pay me at all." I scoffed, snatching my guards off keeping my eyes on the other side of the stands.

"Then quit." She sighed her eyes softening as she looked me over, sitting down next to me.

"You know you'll have to tighten up."

"I will!"

"So that triple axel will be together by then?"

"Yes."

Hours passed and everything stayed the same.

Even with all my trying, all my attempts-I kept falling. Hitting that ice felt like I was hitting a knife and I was repeatedly getting up just to stab myself all over again.

After my seemingly 100th try, I skated back to the bleachers needing to sit down and breathe. I gripped my seat trying to force the lump in my throat all the way back down, biting back any tears that blurred my vision.

"And you think you're ready." She said smartly, making my stomach twist into more knots.

"I am!"

"But you can't get this crucial part of you're routine together and you wanna throw yourself into an even harder competition!"

"I can do it sometimes!"

"Sometimes isn't guaranteed!"

"It's enough for me to keep going!"

"You're supposed to believe in me!"

"I'll believe when you try harder."

"All I fucking do is try!"

"Okay, Janelle." She brushed her hair back from her forehead and I counted each wrinkle, trying to focus on something else other than my burning anger.

"I think we're done for the day."

"Simone."

"We'll try again tomorrow." She spoke, set in her words. I didn't want to stop her because, at this point, I needed some space away from her.

It's so fucking frustrating.

I keep failing and failing and failing, yet I'm always expected to get back on my feet unscathed and ready for more action. I'm not this resilient person I'm putting on to be and it's becoming harder and harder each day to pretend I am.

Why can't I get it right?

I sniffle softly, my throat becoming tighter and tighter as the minutes ticked on mocking me.

"You not getting on the ice, today, Icey?"

I look back at the deep soothing voice, matching it to a handsome face.

A really handsome face.

He was much taller than me and leaned against the railing of the steps, his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. He was clearly freezing, goosebumps running up the side of his arm. I'd become used to the cold, so much it was like a second kind of blanket.

His skin was stark against all the white that surrounded us, a dark brown that reminded me of hot cocoa- the juxtaposition being a beautiful contrast.

"What'd you call me?"

"Icey. I don't know your name, so I just made up a lil something." He paused before licking his bottom lip. "Hope you don't mind."

"I don't. What was your question?"

"Are you not going to get on the ice today?"

"I'm not feeling it right now."

"Damn, I was hoping to watch you." He sounded genuinely disappointed and I was a little shook, starting to chew on my bottom lip.

"You watch me all the time?"

"Not all the time-"He said quickly, kind of flustered, "I just like the way you move and the sounds- I guess you do your thing or whatever." He finished off, studying my features sheepishly.

"I don't know if you're trying to be nice-"

"I'm being honest." Chuckling, I couldn't help but shake my head at him.

"Well, thank you for that. That's the first compliment I've heard about my skating in years."

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"If I could get out there and fucking hurl myself across a block of ice every day, everyone would see it and everyone would be respectin' me and my talent."

"You're making it sound so insanely impossible."

"Not everyone can do it. " He paused again slickly starting to smirk. "Not everyone can do it the way you do."

"Stop hyping me up, stranger."

"Amir." He said quickly, his name becoming locked into my head.

"Stop hyping me up then, Amir."

"Well Stranger-"

"Janelle." I said making him let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, Janelle- I'd love it if you tried again."

"I don't know."

"I think your discrediting yourself too much. I know your coach yells at you about how you fuck up on this or mess up on that but- you still look breath-taking. Like a real-life figurine but with passion and grace."

I blinked unsure of what to say or how to feel. Standing up straight, I leaned on the rail and gave him a small smile.

"Okay, I'll give it another go. Maybe your seeing something I don't."

I stretched to touch my toes then put my arms outward, my pose before I began.

Starting off slowly, I did an easy figure eight, looping in a circle.

I was in the air for a couple of seconds before landing on my feet, my arms in the air as I kept my balance. I couldn't dwell long in my excitement as I launched into a toe loop, spinning the exact way I should.

His straight white teeth were on display as I stood still finished with my performance. He clapped loudly, whistling too as my own grin grew wide on my face.

"I knew you could do it!" He yelled, His support making my heart thump harder in my chest as I bounced up and down in place.

"I don't know what you did but-"

"I didn't do anything that was all you!"

He gave me another thumbs up from the door and then turns on his heels leaving me alone in the great big space.

I didn't know what to think, or how to feel.

Well, I felt good- confident even.

I started to skate again doing the triple axel once more and I wish Simone was here to see it.

See that I could do it.

He made me think about why I loved skating so much, why I had to keep this dream alive.

When I was younger, I used to spend a lot of time at my Grandma's house.

I didn't realize at the time it was because my father was unstable and he struggled to make things better for our little family.

At GiGi's house you could never expect but so many channels but on satellite, there was this one channel where figure skating was played regularly.

Little Janelle was captivated- it was the only thing that could keep me quiet because it was so beautiful and pristine. Princesses dancing on my screen, twirling on the ice in their gorgeous costumes and slicked up hair-dos.

None of these girls looked like me and I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to become someone

I expected my daddy to treat my dream as unrealistic but I didn't expect him to be as dismissive of it as he was.

When you're little you think that you can do anything and when you're supported in that, you keep aiming for stars beyond your reach.

My dad never had that philosophy. Aim for easy goals makes failure and heartache, not an option, so life goes smoother and you feel more settled.

I told him I wanted to be an Ice Skater and he told me I could clean the ice. I'd have an even better chance of working at the concessions.

You can only teach what you know, so I couldn't even be mad.

No matter what- I have to skate. I don't know if we've all got our destiny determined for us before we're born but I know that this one thing, I was always meant to do.

I know it's just a stupid sport but it's my passion and when you're so passionate about something you're willing to put your heart on the line consistently to see it through, you can't just abandon it when shit hits the fan.

Even when I fuck up, it's like I did it. I got a chance to fly even for seconds all on my own and when I come back down from my high still standing, it's a rush I refuse to let go of. When I succeed it only gives me more reassurance to keep going, never stop because there's a chance you're going to make it and people are going to know your name.

So no matter the circumstances, I gotta push as far as this skating shit will take me.

Because its the closet thing to a dream, I've ever wanted to be real.

@fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @chaneajoyyy @bakarilennox @domdollass

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iphoenixrising · 5 years

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For 700 Followers!

Hi babe.

That is terribly angsty and now I’m intrigued.

(Just a note for babe not familiar with No Home for Dead Birds or Fracture: I write a scene in which Tim literally has a gun to head. This is not lighthearted angst, please be warned if you read this.)

At one time, his colors had been red, gold, and green.

At one time, he’d been part of something bigger, something important. A legacy.

At one time, he’d been able to fly without being afraid of falling.

Being Robin had been the epitome. Even with all the terrible things he’d endured, all the injuries, all the catastrophes, all the insane megalomaniacal baddies breathing down his neck, he wouldn’t have traded the tunic for anything in the world.

(Dick had known it, had known how painful it was for Tim give it up once his Dad found out.)

He would have died with the R on his chest and never had a single regret.

Realistically, he couldn’t have been Robin forever, and he’d known that someday he would have to give it up and either move on with his life as a regular person, or take on another name, another mask, to keep fighting the good fight.

He hadn’t expected Dick would take it without a thank-you or fuck you to mark the end. That hadn’t been in the plan.

But it’s fine because Dick was the first and Robin had been his anyway, right?

Right.

Wrong.

Staring down the .45 in hand, the gun his father hadn’t had the chance to use to save his own life, Tim Drake wonders how it all came down to this.

(Last one left standing. Of fucking course.)

How it had all come out so badly, how he could barely step foot back in Gotham, how he had to avoid the Manor, the Carriage House, his own family home. How he couldn’t pick up the phone or answer texts coming from his former team. How he could barely keep himself the fuck together now that Bruce was back. How his hands would start to shake when the Manor phone number popped up (Alfred). How his mind’s eye would go back to Dick at the Big Computer in the Batsuit, telling him they were still equals. How he would imagine what would happen if he hadn’t caught himself when that zip line was cut. How he would sit in his safe house, off the Bat radar, and mourn the times when he was actually–

(happy)

–part of a family.

The pictures from an old Vans shoebox, the ones he’d taken back when he’d had the run of Gotham, following Batman and Robin (Jason), are burning in the kitchen sink. He watches Nightwing’s blurry face melt away and pretends there aren’t tears in his eyes.

The old memorabilia from Haley’s Circus is in a storage unit outside the city, along with a box that has his last Robin suit.

The lawyer has strict instructions to deliver the key and a letter to his former adopted father, Bruce Wayne, upon news of his death so anything incriminating can be properly disposed.

(They wouldn’t need any of it anyway. They could just shred all of it and wash their hands of him. The Robin that never should have been.)

A map with all his safe houses would be send to Conner Kent, along with a letter of apology.

His favorite nerd shirts would go to Ives.

The sundries in his Perch would be for Steph, and the penthouse itself would go to Babs in case things in the theatre went sideways.

Bart would get a zip drive with all their old shenanigans on video, the only copies left once his systems uploaded relevant data to Titan’s Tower and his electronic footprint would be–

gone.

The box with the Red Robin costume he wore was already sealed and addressed to Jason Todd. The note on top was short and sweet: You were right. It never should have been me after all.

He’d already arranged for his share in Wayne Enterprises to be returned to Bruce Wayne immediately, handing him his family’s company back without any strings attached.

Months ago, he’d returned The Red Bird to the Cave when he was sure no one would be around to catch him. The implication that Robin would need the car one day right there in the fact he’d brought it back because honestly, it was never really his in the first place.

Alfred would get his pick of antiques from Drake Manor, and the house itself would be given to the city to be used as a halfway home for runaway teens. He’d made sure the funding would be there to run it for a few years. The donation was made in his mother’s name.

The hilt molds to his palm, the barrel glinting bright in the night. To his credit, his hands aren’t shaky when he slides the clip home and pulls the slide back to put one in the chamber.

(The team had been working fine without him for a while now. Even if they did need someone, there was another Robin to join the roster and keep them moving forward.)

An abrupt light in the darkness, his phone screen lighting up with a missed call notification.

Missed call: Dick the OG

Ironic since the last time he’d come this far, it had been him calling out to the last person he thought could pull him back.

(Not this time. He has a new little brother, a new Robin.)

Slowly, without putting down the .45, he presses the ignore when the phone starts buzzing against with another incoming call. He thumbs the button on the side to turn the phone completely off without listening to the voicemail.

The clip makes a difference, but the absurdity of it, of the last time he did this, was when his future self was a murdering, gun-toting Batman, and the only way he could see to stop it was to stop himself.

The press of the barrel is familiar, and not in that soothing kind of way.

He blinks, just blinks, and his face is wet, which is really stupid because no one is going to miss him any damn way.

His chest gets tight when he fingers the trigger guard, giving himself the time he needs to do it right. In the final moments, he inanely thinks about the time he was huddled against Dick, right after he'd almost tried cloning his dead best friends in an insane attempt to bring them back. It's really the last time he remembers being held, being warm, feeling like he still fucking mattered. It was Dick holding him tight with restraining, breathing against the top of his head, fingers buried in his hair.

It's when he could be weak while still in the mask, babbling to Dick about how he can't do this, he can't lose them all. He was crying then, too, when he told Dick about his mom and dad leaving, leaving, always fucking leaving. About how he got used to seeing their backs more than their faces. How he was left standing on his own for too damn long to just let it keep happening. He couldn't keep losing them, couldn't keep seeing people walk away, how it fucking breaks him.

And in the here and now, his chest hitches, eyes fluttering, hand tightening down because he'd said...and Dick had...

"But I'm here, Timmy. I'm always going to be your big brother!"

It had been the last time he'd been surrounded by the famed octopus hold.

(It was the last time for a lot of things.)

He laughed, smothered in Dick shoulder, something further away from a sob. "Then I guess you'll at least never leave me, right?"

"You will never be able to get rid of me. C'mon. We're going the hell home and having a movie day. Screw the Lazarus Pit, Robin. It's time for some R and R."

Dick had half-carried him to the waiting Batplane and talked him down out of trying to use the Pit for his own gain ever again.

The first knuckle rests on the smooth curve, a six-pound trigger.

(In the end, they all leave.)

(Not again.)

Conner's terrible mohawk and leather jacket.

Bart racing Wally at a hotdog eating competition.

Cassie running full tilt to throw herself at him when he'd come to Titan's Tower to ask them for help when Ra's was going to kill everyone Batman ever loved.

Raven nuzzling Gar out of plain sight so no one would think she was totally gone for him.

Jason coming to the Tower, alive good God, and the Robin he used to be super-imposed to be his hero and enemy in the same ghostly figure.

Bruce putting a hand on his shoulder on a ride back to the Cave, chasing the dawn, the Good work, tonight tired but sincere, and his whole body lights up.

His mother looking at peace in her coffin, a lily in her folded hands.

His eyes close on the out-of-the-way safe house, the plain beige walls, stripped and soulless. He keeps the team in his mind, the times he was happy.

Now.

Instead of a resounding boom followed by his grey matter splattering his personality, intelligence, imagination, him all over–

the wall to the safe house caves in under a super punch.

Conner is white as a sheet on the other side, brick and mortar crumbling under his hands. "No! Tim. Tim. Put. The. Gun. Down."

His mouth is dry and his brain pan full of nothing but pain and disappointment.

(But you brought it all on yourself, didn't you? The Robin nobody wanted. The son nobody asked for.)

He isn't numb enough to be calm, cool, and collected. "All...all you have to do–" a hitch in his breathing "–is walk away."

The meta floats in a little closer, hovering over the flooring instead of outside. His hands stretch out, gaze focused and intense.

"Can't do that, buddy. Looks like I should have been more of an asshole after all the League of Assassins shenanigans. Sorry, my bad."

Kon knows he's in trouble when Tim Drake doesn't laugh.

"Tim," he goes to serious in about two point five seconds because the hand holding that shiny automatic tightens enough for him to hear the screws in the hilt strain, "Tim. It's me here, okay? It's just you and me, just like it's always been. We’re besties, whether you're Robin or Red Robin or Tim fucking Drake because that guy is so damn cool." He inches closer, wondering if he's fast enough, wondering if he can really get to Tim in time–

Like the former Robin can read his mind, those violet-blue eye give him a blink.

"I’ve always wondered if you really are faster than a speeding bullet."

“No!”

(...as it turns out, he isn’t.)

#so there's that #winter answers #700 followers #loves to you babe #warnings for possible triggers #you will probably cry #tim drake #kon-el #i cried so yeah #comment if i should continue #my fic #my writing

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heartislubbingdubbing · 5 years

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Peter is my friend.

(Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary:

Spiderman catches someone intruding his room.

Warning:

Nothing.

Okay. So this is my first time I'm writing any fan fiction and I don't know what I had thought while writing this.

I'm sorry if there's any mistake cause English is not my first language. That's it. Enjoy. Let me know what you think about this and if you want second part.

Peter's p.o.v

Peter Parker, as usual, was doing his web stuff, doing the duties of friendly neighborhood spiderman, when he sensed something unusual from the alley near the building he lives. He went there to check what's going on. There was a girl in black pants and white hoodies, trying to push herself in his apartment through the window of his room.

'Wait what? My apartment? My room? Who is this girl intruding in Spiderman's room?' Peter tried to see the face of the girl. 'Is she aunt May?' Peter thought to himself. 'Stupid Peter, why would May stalk in her own house. Then who is she? Must be some intruder or worst, some enemy.' The last thought jolted him out from his thoughts. He looked back to her.

Now she is half inside in his room. Her legs are dangling outside the window. She desperately trying to keep herself in balance to not to fall on her butt.

'What. Is. She. Doing? This girl is really doing this first time. Let's help her to intrude my own room. At least then I can ask what's going on. I mean I can still ask but I don't know if she can answer.'

"Need some help there?" He asked her. She turn her face towards the voice. Actually, she tried to face the voice. "Well, whoever is speaking will be my saviour if they can take me out from this condition and save my butt. Please" she said between her breath.

Spiderman chuckled and opened the window to give her more space to enter in his - Peter's room. 'Wait. Peter Parker, you must not chuckle. She is stupid, but still an intruder.'

Y/n's p.o.v.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Y/n. You're such a stupid girl to get yourself in this situation. Seriously? That's how you're gonna do this whole task. That was just a dare, dammit. All you had to do is go in the room of the guy named Peter Parker. Spend few minutes there in his room and go back to Ned's house. But here you're trapped in a window. Who gave you that dare by the way? Yep, Ned fucking Leeds. After this, he is gonna die.

"Need some help there?" A voice came. Oh my! No fucking way. That's not how you planned this. No no no no no no. There's no one, there's no one. Calm down y/n. If there's someone then you can at least get out of this stupid window. "Well, whoever is speaking will be my saviour if they can take me out from this condition and save my butt. Please" The voice chuckled.

Huh! Did he just chuckled on me? Okay but at least he is helping. He lift the window further up and gave you the room to move and you stumbled inside the room. You stood up, cleaned the dust from your clothes and looked up. Wow! Oh no! This is Spiderman. You smiled awkwardly to him. His eyes (the thing which were looking like eyes) narrowed. Is he smiling or scaring.

"Hi" You said. You wanted the curtain behind you to swallow you. Now, how are you gonna run from this situation.

"So, is there any reason for you intruding in someone's room" he asked. His voice is awesome. No y/n find some good reason. Stop praising his voice and the fact that his muscles line peaking from his spandex.

"Who told you that I was intruding? I was not intruding. I was just..." You tried to reason.

"Then why were you dangling on the window. Was that some kind of yoga or exercise? Because last time I checked this is Peter Parker's home" He asked.

"Okay, I was trying to intrude in but that because of his family" you said with some fake confidence.

"My... I mean his family? What is this with his family?" He looked at you with what look like surprise.

Okay y/n, time to show your creativity. Weave a good story. Show an acceptable expression. "Yeah! Actually Peter is my friend and we were planning a road trip with our other friends. But he being coward of his family have no guts to talk about this at home. So I've took this in my hand to talk to his family and be his saviour. That's why I was entering in his room from window to have a secret meeting. That's all."

Peter's p.o.v.

Waoh! That's really a good story. My family? I'm coward? My friend? That's insane. "Oh! That's very pitiful for Peter." She nodded. "Why don't we sit here and wait for him. Then we can talk about his problem and may be talk to his family together. I'm sure they will listen to Spiderman. No?"

She looked at him as if he had grew two heads. " um, I think now he is not here so I should go from there. I can talk later to Peter. Actually he is a little cranky."

Oh so now I'm cranky too. "Hmm, cranky?"

"Yeah, he get mad when someone wait for him in his room. Too mad" she whispered as if someone gonna hear her other than him.

"That's more pitiful" he whispered, having fun in pretending someone else. "Okay, then you must not be there. You should go."

She smiled with relief "huh! Yep, I must go." She looked at the window. "I think it will be good if I will go from window. You know if his family find me there then...."

He nodded "yeah! I got it. Need some help to get out through this window?" She looked at him and giggled. Gosh! Her giggle is beautiful. He helped her to get her out of his house. They landed on the ground. She thanked him and turned around to go but he webbed her hand to the wall near her. She looked at him in surprise and horror.

Y/n's p.o.v.

No. You thought you were so close to get out of this madness. But no. How something can be so easy. She looked at the man in red and blue.

"Now, are you gonna tell me the truth? Or should I try something else" he narrowed his white lenses to almost black.

You thought Spiderman is just a guy who can't scare someone. But right now his posture is scaring shit out of you. He moved towards you and that's it. That's all take for you to spill the truth.

"I'm not Peter's friend I was just completing the dare."

"Completing the dare?" He stopped.

"That was Ned's idea. He told me it will be fun if Peter will find some stranger passing time in his room and I think that was bad idea." You murmured last part.

"You know Ned?" He asked. Does this guy know about everyone lives in Queen? Or we have a connection. Huh, nice sense of humour y/n.

He is still looking at you, expecting an answer.

"Yes, I know him. He is my friend?" Why are you asking this? Yes, Ned is your friend, stupid. You have lost your all senses. Okay, you must get the hell out of there. "Look, I'm sorry I lied but ..... You know I must go. The dare was just only for ten minutes and I think it's more than ten minutes so will you please take this stuff off from my hand."

"I think no." He said sternly.

"No? Why? Look I said sorry. I swear that I will never intrude in someone's room next time. I will not even enter in my own room through my own window."

He chuckled. This guy can change his demeanor in seconds. God you are loving this. No y/n no.

"Okay, you can go. But you know I will prefer to catch you intruding someone's house instead of those awful thieves." He said.

Did he just flirted with you. He is good in this. Your cheeks reddened. Y/n, think something witty to reply. "Oh! That can be arranged. May be i can intrude your house if you will give me the address." Wow! What a witty line?

He didn't reply for few seconds. Have you said something you must not said.

"You must go. But you better not do this again. You know not everyone is so helpful like me." With that he removed his web and left.

You looked at where he was swinging just before few seconds. Suddenly you jolted out from your thoughts with the beeping sound of your phone. That's Ned. You texted back that you're coming. You went back to Ned's house, replaying again and again what happened in last hour. The encounter with Spiderman was not that bad. May be we can meet again. Oh dear god! You want to meet him again. Maybe you must try to intrude in someone's house more. Shut up Y/n, what are you thinking?

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