#(stole the caption from her... mother's mind!)
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
i tried to be good. am i no good?
#can't love and can't be loved... what is there left#ethel cain#(stole the caption from her... mother's mind!)#art journaling#art journal#journal#thejournalsource#thejournalgallery#thejournalclub#poets on tumblr#poetblr#poetscommunity#poems on mental health#*
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
youtube
We tend to think of Rap as a thoroughly modern genre of music. But you cannot convince me that this song, written in the middle of the 1800s, for a music hall performer, isn't close, if not identical to it.
Eye Contact. Auto-generated captions.
Lyrics:
Rocky Road to Dublin
In the merry month of June from my home I started Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a new pair of brogues, rattlin' o'er the bogs Frightenin' all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five
{Chorus} Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whack fol lol de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary Started by daylight my spirits bright and cheery Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking; That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin' Asked if I was hired, wages I required 'Til I was almost tired on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five
{Chorus}
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city Then I took a stroll, down among the quality Bundle it was stole, there in a neat locality Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin' Enquiring for the rogue, said my Connaught brogue Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five
{Chorus}
From there I got away, me spirits never failing Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing Captain at me roared, said that no room had he Then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy Was down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; Off Holyhead wished meself was dead Or better far instead, on the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five
{Chorus}
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it Blood began to boil, temper I was losing Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing "Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly Some Galway boys were by and saw I was a-hobblin' With a loud "Hurray!" joined in the affray We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin One two three four five
{Chorus 2x}
#the longest johns#youtube (auto generated captions)#rapid patter song#19th C. music#lyrics in post#eye conact#Youtube
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yachi's Ball
(Yachi x platonic!Karasuno VB team)
This was a headcanon that spiraled out of control so now its a fic I guess. I wrote it at like 1-2am, its not really proof-read. angst to fluff I guess? Obviously I would never want this to happen to my girl Yachi, but I had this idea and I thought it was kinda wholesome so... here you go, enjoy!
So let's say theres like a school dance or event going on and Yachi happens to have a crush on someone in one of her classes. She feels so lucky and happy when they ask her to go with them, she is overjoyed at practice talking to Kiyoko about it, the team overhearing, is happy she's happy. She and Kiyoko plan to go shopping for their dresses and excitedly plan for the magical night.
The night of the dance rolls around, her date told her they'd meet her there, so nervously she enters the crowded school gym. She had arrived with Kiyoko after she had helped her get ready, they both "look like a million bucks" according to Tanaka and Noya who almost too quickly upon Kiyoko's arrival stole her away to dance...it was almost as if they were waiting at the entrance for her arrival...
ANYWAY. Yachi is quick to assure Kiyoko that she can go have fun with the boys and that her date would be there soon, it had only been 10 minutes past their agreed meeting time, they were probably just running a little late. So Yachi waits, lingering near the entrance nursing a cup of punch as 10 minutes go by, then 20, then 30. As time seems to drag on and no messages come from her supposed date she starts feeling frustrated. Frustrated with how optimistically happy she was when they had asked her, frustrated by how much time she spent talking about how much she looking forward to tonight, frustrated with how much money she put into her outfit, how much time she took to do her hair and makeup, with how she had taken up Kiyokos time to help her, and of course how frustrated she was with her date. She's an understanding person, if something came up she would have understood, but not a single text was exchanged and she just felt so dumb about the whole thing.
She'd lost Kiyoko and the two rambunctious 2nd years over 40 minutes ago. In the crowd of bodies moving around her short stature and anxious nature did not help her efforts to look around for a familiar face, even with the damn heels that had been nothing but cruel to her feet. Not wanting to call her mother to come pick her up she decided to become a wallflower, finding a nice spot to lay low. She didn't want to cry, but she felt as if she were on the verge of tears, embarrassed by the whole situation, head lowered, tightly clenching her near empty cup of second refill punch by her side.
It's only then, when she is about to make a break for some fresh air outside, or an empty classroom, or maybe the volleyball gym, or literally anywhere but the cursed dance that she notices many sets of mens dress shoes appear on the floor she was so intently staring at. As she looks up there the boys volleyball team stands, dressed in their best formal wear, a certain ShĆyĆ Hinata stands right in front of her, a hand extended towards her. "Can we have this dance?" he asks with the same determination and enthusiastic tone he has when it come to the sport he loves so much. She looks around the group, all the boys looking at her expectantly, some with sympathetic faces, others with bright smiles, and some somewhere in between. However, those faces turn to frowns as she lets the tears fall. She is quickly pulled in for a hug by Kiyoko, but as the boys begin to awkwardly apologize, she wipes them away and expresses her gratitude for the sweet boys who have tried so hard to bring a smile back to her face after seeing her standing dejectedly on a wall.
Claiming this was the sweetest thing anyones ever done for her, she smiles through the remaining (happy) tears, going in for a large group hug. The boys gladly huddle around her, when they release from a hug she thanks them again, explaining her frustrations which had lead them to this point. There are exchanges of threats and trash talk about her so called date, most notably the "piece of shit" from Kageyama and a "looks like I'll be having a little chart with someone" from Daichi. Tanaka and Noya reiterate enthusiastically that she looks so pretty, Sugawara laughs as he gives her a little twirl, showing her off. She giggles as well before stopping in front of a flustered Yamaguchi who manages to stumble out a sincere "You look beautiful Yachi-san", she flushes deeply at the compliment and thanks him. She is now smiling brightly, looking around, happy she has such great friends, when Hinata prompts again, "Now, how about that dance?". She takes his hand and exclaims, "lets go have fun, I did't get all dolled up for nothing" she jokes. With that she, Kiyoko, and the gentlemen of the boys volleyball team take to the dance floor! They dance in a group having a fun time, some (*cough* the first years *cough*) offer her solo dances when slower songs arrive, graciously accepting she dances the night away.
Her trash date isn't even on her mind, she's just happy she had such a good time with the boys who she takes care of at practice taking care of her for a night. When the dance comes to a close the group decides to go out for some late night, trash food. Tsuki offering to carry her heels as they walk through the grass outside. After their bellies are filled with food and exhaustion takes over they call it a night, but not before more thank you's and hugs are exchanged.
By the end of the night many photos and videos were taken and posted on Instagram, captions ranging from "happy I could make you smile" to a more ballsy "their loss". Yachi herself posts a series of photos, the first being a group photo of her and the boys, captioning it something along the lines of "the Karasuno Boys Volleyball team, sure know how to make a girl feel special! Very grateful to call you all my friends đ„°". Other photos are of her and Kiyoko, some solo shots of her (not pictured the boys hyping her up), a first year group photo, some duo shots, and lets not forget the pic of everyone in their formal wear chowing down on greasy fries, burgers, and milkshakes!
Needless to say when her "date" sees the post they know they missed out. Hitoka Yachi is âšt h a t âšgirl and now everyone knows it.
I hope you all enjoyed, I know I haven't been putting out much original content, but every now and then I have some sparks of inspiration and time lol. I've been taking some summer classes, but my last one should finish up soon so I might be able to put out some more content for you guys ( I say that like a whole bunch of people read my shit and follow me lol) anyway, as always feel free to reblog, please leave a comment or like if you know, you liked it lol. Even though I donât consider myself a serious writer I appreciate the validation đ
also tagging my mutual, @aka-ashi-keiji (mwahahaha more fluff!)
<3 marveling
#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#yachi hitoka#yachi hcs#yachi fluff#kiyoko shimizu#hinata shoyo#kegayama tobio#hq tsukishima#yamaguchi#yachi x hinata#yachi x yamaguchi#haikyuu fic#haikyƫ!!#haikyuu x reader#marvelings fics#idk how to tag this
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
can i get a good nightâs sleep? can i PLEASE get a good nightâs sleep?!
or: five times peter parker doesnât sleep + the one time he does
my contribution to the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange! this is for @snarky-drabbles - I hope you enjoy it!Â
1.Â
The first time is actually just the first in a while. Peterâs had problems sleeping ever since he was a little kid; it was just one issue of many that stacked up on top of each other, resulting in his personal belief that he must be the most difficult kid to look after on the planet.
Asthma meant hundreds of dollars spent on inhalers, covering what their shitty insurance didnât. His poor eyesight was the same story and the bullies that used to break his glasses had never helped. But it wasnât just physical crap, of course: heâs had anxiety for as long as he can remember.
There are cute side-effects like panic attacks and nausea, not to mention the constant sense of impending doom heâs been nursing since⊠well, birth, probably. When he was younger heâd worry about whether or not the taxi driver had enough gas in his car to get them where they needed to go, or maybe Ben would get shot at work (ironically enough, heâd never worried that Ben would get shot off-duty, and there is a teeny superstitious sliver of him that believes maybe if he had considered the possibility it never would have happened, like some kind of a reverse jinx or something).
One of the other cute things that comes along with it is insomnia.
So here he is, pacing in his kitchen at three in the morning because May isnât home yet.
Her shift ended at two. Sheâs usually back within a half hour considering the hospital isnât far, hence his agitation.
Heâs tried calling and texting to no avail, and he keeps telling himself that everything is fine, that she probably just got held up; meanwhile his subconscious provides a great slideshow of mental images that speak to the oppositeâher getting kidnapped because somehow someone links her to Spider-Man, her getting hit with a car, mugged, shot, slipping on black iceâand thatâs actually not far-fetched considering itâs January, thereâs a lot of it, and so he pulls out his phone and types, You didnât slip on black ice and die did you? to May.
No little dots appear to signify that sheâs typing. The message doesnât even change from âdeliveredâ to âreadâ.
She has her read receipts on. Sheâs promised him. Thereâs no reason sheâd change that, right? But maybe she accidentally switched them off when she was scrolling through her settings.
He calls her.
âHi, this is May Parker, Iâm unavailable at the moment but if you leave me a message Iâll get back to you as soon asââ
Peter hangs up with a dissatisfied grunt.
Itâs only then that he realises, to his great dismay, that heâs paced all the way onto the ceiling.
In his shock he loses concentration and falls. âOw, fuck.â He pulls his aching knee to his chest. Itâll no doubt be bruised soon. âGod has forsaken me.â
He picks up his now cracked phone and texts Ned:
I just fell off the ceiling at 3 AM in the morning
Donât ask me what I was doing on it
Every bone in my body is broken :(
No reply comes which is pretty typical; Ned probably passed out in front of his PC like, hours ago. Peter can picture it: the light of his computer screen casting a blue glow over everything in the room, his head probably tucked into his arms to muffle his snores (and thereâs also probably a bowl of stale popcorn spilled across his floor at this point), his creepy mother lurking in the doorwayâor worse, trying to find out how to snoop through his laptop while heâs out of it.
Peter could totally go swing down there and help the guy out. It would be something to do anyway.
But no. The door is too far. His suit⊠too much work. Itâs definitely better to just stay here curled up under the table like a little turtle.
But waitâa blanket.
Is it worth the effort? Probably. Peter scans his immediate surroundings and, oh boy, Lady Fate is actually on his side tonight because thereâs a gigantic purple fluffy one hanging off the couch and it only takes a little bit of physical exertion to yank it down and wrap it around his body.
He burrows deeper into it and scrolls through Instagram. MJ posted a picture of a banana today. Literally like, just a banana. No caption, no explanation on her story, nothing.
Peter double taps it and comments: i hope u asked before u took his jacket
No like. No reply. That makes sense. It is three in the fucking morning, after all.
No. Three thirty. Itâs been an hour and a half.
What had May said once? That it was okay to call someone if she was two hours late?
Peter tries texting and calling one more time and then just sits there, staring at his home screen and watching the minutes pass. At exactly four AM after much deliberation and stomach churning, he calls someone else.
Three rings later: âIâm in Vienna right now so this better be good.â
Peter feels even more nauseous than before. âOh,â he says. âI guessânever mind, then. Sorry.â
âWait, wait, that was just for show and Iâm greatly intrigued as to why youâre calling me so⊠early? Late? Anyway Iâm out of the conference room now so lay it on me.â
Against his will, Peterâs lip quirks up. âUm, itâs kind of stupidââ
âNothing is ever stupid,â Tony says. âEspecially when itâs coming from the brain of a kid with an intelligence quotient of 260.â
He feels his cheeks heat up and then it all just comes tumbling out, âItâs really late and May was supposed to be off at two and home by two-thirty, but sheâs not and I donât know what to do. I tried calling and texting but sheâs not replying and I know that Iâm probably just building it up in my head but I canât help freaking out because like, what if she got stabbed or slipped on black ice orââ
âHey Pete?â
âYeah?â
âBreathe.â
Tonyâs voice has softened immeasurably. Something uncoils in Peterâs stomach. He flops onto his side and closes his eyes. âIâm breathing.â
âThatâs good, kiddo. Now just hang on a sec, Iâm gonna call the hospital.â
âWhat? Why?â
âWell she works there, right?â
â...Yeah.â
âAnd you havenât tried calling them yet, correct?â
â...Correct.â
âErgo,â Tony says.
âBut Iââ
âYeah?â
Peter bites his lip and then he just blurts it: âI donât want you to hang up.â
He feels like such a child but the thought of losing connection with Tony is literally making his heart palpitate and his palms sweat. He needs someone. He needs an adult.
âWell lucky for us both I have two phones.â
Peter cracks an eye. âYou what?â
âIâm Tony Stark, donât question it. Hang on, let me justâhello, hi, um, I need this room. No, it canât wait. Yes the whole room. Yes locked. I donât know, five minutes? Ten? An hour? No, Iâm not joking. Thank you. Thanks. Yeah. Okay. Bye now.â Something slams shutâthe door to the office Tony just stole, probably. âOkay, just a sec, I have the number for the reception desk she works at in my phone.â
Peter, for some reason, feels immeasurably comforted by that. He sits in silence gnawing on his lip while Tony has a somewhat muffled conversation he canât hear the other side of. Then, âYou still there?â
âYeah, Iâm here.â
âOkay, well, they said sheâs covering for someone and canât get to the phone because a baby had to have emergency surgery so sheâs literally in the OR as we speak. Pretty badass and not bad as far as excuses go. Now that you know sheâs fine and not dead by ice, how about you get some shut-eye, okay kid?â
Peter swallows. âYeah. Okay. Thank you, Tony.â
âNo Mr. Stark this time, huh?â
âItâs too late for formalities.â
âI see,â Tony replies. âSleep, okay?â
âOkay.â
The line goes dead. Peter, slightly relieved but not fully consoled, rolls over to face the door. He doesnât sleep at all that night and is still there when May comes home at six in the morning with bagels and apologies.
â
2.Â
The anniversary of Benâs death is always super weird.
This time it takes him a few minutes to remember what day it is: heâs in the middle of brushing his teeth and then it hits him like a train: oh, itâs been three years.
Then comes May. She usually tries to cook something for breakfast but like always it burns. He leaves the bathroom to the sound of the smoke alarm and fans a cookie sheet at the screeching little device while she swears up and down in Italian.
âItâs okay, May, reallyââ
âNo, itâs not!â She snaps, tossing a batch of blackened cinnamon rolls into the trash. âI just want this day to be easy for you!â
Peter goes over to her and, after kicking the oven door shut with his foot, pulls her into his arms. May starts to cry even though she tries not to; sniffles turn into barely stifled sobs. He knows that itâs harder for her than it is for him. Ben was her husband and theyâd been married for thirteen years when he died. Sometimes he still catches her looking to see if heâs laughing too when they watch TV, only to find an empty recliner.
âItâs okay for it to be a bad day,â he whispers. âYou know that, right? I mean, I love you to pieces, May, but I donât wanna see you bending over backwards for me.â
âBut thatâs my job, doofus.â
Peter pulls back. Heâs an inch taller than her now. âNo itâs not. We take care of each other, okay?â
Then comes school. Ned usually hovers nervously like an agitated gnat, too afraid to say anything, not sure if he should act normal or be sad in solidarity, which means itâs kind of Peterâs job to set the tone. As heâs putting his combination in for his locker he asks, âSo did you beat that level of Obra Dinn last night?â
Ned, shoulders slumping with relief, starts to ramble on about how hard it was to do and how it took him like, thirty whole tries.
They go to class. Peter zones out. He doesnât bother making more web fluid or ditching and he gets so inside his own head that Coach Wilson compliments him again during gym class. Peter deliberately slows down after that, even if itâs kind of irritating; being physically active actually helps work off his anger.
Because thatâs what he is more than anything else: angry. At the mugger, yeah, but at himself more than anything else. It was his fault that they were out that night, anyway. Itâs a wonder that May doesnât hate his fucking guts.
When school is up Peter comes home to an empty house. He thinks about going on patrol but doesnât really feel up to it, and then he feels bad for not wanting to do it because like, what if someone is dying?
So he puts on the suit and swings from rooftop to rooftop, but thereâs no action today. Peter eventually settles on a fire escape with a burrito. A stray cat hops up after a while and, despite his matted fur and crazy eyes, Peter decides he has a kind of quiet dignity about him and names him Charles.
âDo you like beef?â He asks, holding some out for Charles to sniff. The cat yowls and, without any warning other than that, nearly chomps Peterâs fingers off to get the meat.
âOw, jeez!â Peter shakes his wrist. âI was literally giving it to you for free, but go off I guess.â
Charles blinks his big brown marble eyes and then literally jumps off the fucking ledge. Peter leans over and watches him scamper across the street, somehow not getting hit by any traffic. Sometimes he thinks his spidey sense is more like feline sense in that way: he could probably manage the same thing with his eyes closed.
After a while the sun sets and all of the streetlights turn on. Peter does another patrol around the immediate vicinity but again, nothing. He stays out anyway though because heâd rather do his Chemistry homework behind a dumpster than sit alone in the apartment with nothing but the quiet for company. At least out and about there are sewer rats and mangy dogs and shady characters who actually just turn out to be skateboarders.
Peter is almost done with his assignment when the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He looks up and finds Iron Man himself coming in for a landing. The suit drops with a barely audible clunk; itâs Mark 54, the sleekest and most lightweight model yet.
âOh thank God,â says Tonyâs voice, âyouâre not dead.â
Peter frowns even though Tony canât see it. âNo,â he agrees slowly. âWhy would I be dead? What are you doing here?â
âWell, your aunt called me in a panic at around four when she got home and you werenât there, and then I checked the scanners and saw that youâd been here, completely stationary, for like five whole hoursâneedless to say I had a little bit of a heart attack and here I am, relieved and also mildly infuriated. Care to explain, young padawan?â
Peter opens his mouth to speak. Closes it. Opens it again and, âItâs four AM?â
âFour fifteen,â Tony corrects.
âI didnât evenâI didnât know! Shit, Mayâs totally gonna kill me, I might as well be deadââ
âWoah woah woah,â the faceplate lifts, âcalm down, okay? No one is mad. Just, uh, concerned, I promise.â
Peter is still frantically packing up his school supplies and not really listening. He only stops when Tony gently touches him by lightly gripping his elbow. âKid?â
Peter stares down at the older manâs hand. Behind the mask his eyes start to burn. âBen died.â
âPardon?â
âBen died,â he repeats louder. âIn this alley. Two years ago.â
All at once Tonyâs face falls. He moves to sit by Peter on the grimy floor of the alley while the suit hovers nearby, a hollow shell, just the way Peter feels now.
âKid,â Tony says, âtake off the mask.â
âWhat? No, Iâm in publicââ
âNo oneâs around,â Tony says. âJust take it off, okay?â
Peter does, reluctantly peeling it back to reveal his tear-stained cheeks. Tony stares for a second and then, almost hesitantly, he wraps his arms around Peter. âDo you wanna talk about it?â
âIââ he chokes. âIâm just so tired. Iâm tired of having to watch May be strong for me when I canât be strong back, and Iâm tired of Ben not being around. I miss him and itâitâs not fair.â
âOf course itâs not. Itâs never fair. Thatâs why it hurts, kiddo. Youâve got all this love and no place to put it.â
Peter bites his lip to stop it from quivering and looks away, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. âI just feel pathetic.â
âDonât,â Tony says firmly. âI felt the same way after my mom died and it⊠In some ways I donât think the feeling ever actually went away, but uh, take it from someone whoâs had a lot more time to process: no one is expecting anything from you, okay? And I can guarantee thereâs not a single human that thinks two years is long enough to be perfectly fine again. Youâre allowed to still be upset about this.â
And Peter is. Heâs really, really fucking upset about it and so tired of holding it in. Tony pulls him against his chest when Peter starts to cry and it sort of seems like heâll never be able to stop. Thereâs just so much, so much guilt and pain and all kinds of other bullshit that he refuses to lay on May.
So he lays it on Tony. And itâs surprisingly not horrible or awkward or even the end of the world.
âYou good?â the older man asks, when Peter finally sobers up enough to wipe his cheeks dry and take a few steadying breaths.
âYeah,â he says, voice ragged and awful-sounding. âUm, sorry. For freaking you and May out and ruining your shirt, I mean.â
âYou know thereâs this really snazzy invention called a washing machineââ
âOh my god, shut up.â
Tony laughs and it makes Peter laugh too, and the tension between them just sort of dissipates. âSpeaking of clothes,â Tony claps his hands together, âyou got any to wear in that backpack?â
âUh, jeans and a hoodie?â
âFantastic, incredible. Throw them on, Iâm taking you out for breakfast.â
âBut what if someone sees?!â
âLet âem. Iâll have Pep release a statement claiming you as my personal assistant or head intern or something.â
âThatâs totally unrealistic.â
âDo I care? No. Justâokay? Up and at âem, make haste, come on. What do you feel like, pancakes or waffles?â
They bicker about which is better the entire way to the little diner Tony choses, and Peter comes home full an hour later. May is fast asleep at the kitchen table. He kisses her forehead and starts on breakfast for her.
â
3.Â
Heâs thirty minutes into helping MJ study for her AP French test when she finally gets a question wrong. ââIl n'est pas clair queâ?â Peter queries, holding up the flash card.
ââItâs not certain thatâ?â
He makes a pitying noise. âClose. âItâs not clear thatâ.â
âWhatâs not clear, exactly? That if I see one more word in French Iâm gonna blow my brains out?â
Peter snorts. âNo, actually it says more clarification is required on how much you like your boyfriend. Suggestions to improve that include: a hug, a kiss, bothââ
âNeither?â
He pouts. âMean.â
MJ rolls her eyes, but she kisses him first. She tastes like the Twizzlers theyâve been eating and her hands are in his hair and she laughs when he presses his lips to her cheeks and nose and forehead.
They somehow end up in an incredibly compromising position. âYou know,â MJ muses, âI donât think Iâve been studying the right kind of French.â
Peter, hovering over her (oops), nods in agreement. âThis kind is definitely way better.â
She wraps her arms around his neck and heâs so consumed with this: her and him and the smell of her jasmine shampooâthat he almost doesnât hear it.
Almost.
Peter rips away abruptly. âWhat was that?â
She groans. âGod, youâre such a dog sometimes.â
He ignores her, sitting alert with his eyes narrowed at the window and, sure enough, there it is again: a faint, blood-curdling scream. âSomeoneâs being attacked or something. Maybe four blocks away tops.â
MJ squints. âDonât tell me you can echolocate.â
âIââ Peterâs mouth snaps shut and then opens again. âI actually donât know. Anyway, I gotta go.â
He presses a quick kiss to her cheek, throws on his jacket, and quickly ducks out her fire escape (which happens to be the same way that he came in). He slips the mask on and tosses his hood up; itâs raining in heavy, icy sheets and Peter is drenched within seconds of swinging. He remembers the first time heâd gone out during a storm; the webbing heâd made hadnât held up because the chemical formula hadnât accounted for the massive amounts of water-based reaction, so the biocables had evaporated as they left his shooters. Thankfully he hadnât jumped first that day, otherwise he would be a Peter Pancake.
Another scream sounds. Peter follows it and winds up latched onto the side of a two-story brick building. Thereâs an incredibly dark alley below, but a quick flash of lightning tells him everything he needs to know: one man is trying to wrestle a woman down, while another is rifling through her purse. Heâs also holding a gun.
âOh, cute,â he mutters sarcastically.
Peter tries to time it right: he takes aim and shoots a web right at the weapon with the next bout of lightning, but to his immense misfortune, the armed mugger had already seen him and was aiming right back. The bullet hits Peter in the side.
âOw,â he says, âthat was uncalled for.â
He drops. His side is throbbing and hot but he ignores it in favour of disarming the guy who shot him. Itâs a brief struggle but Peter ends up whacking the gun out of his hand and webbing it to the wall opposite. Then he knocks the guy out with a solid upper cross to the temple.
Peter rounds. The assailant has already fled, leaving the woman shivering but relatively unharmed.
âYou okay, maâam?â he asks.
âMe? That guy shot you!â
Peter looks down at his side which is now stained with blood. âOh, yeah.â
Heâd actually forgotten for half a second. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, heâs starting to really feel it: a burning sensation in his abdomen, an aching that pulses from his stomach to his chest. Ah. Wonderful.
A little dazed, he shakes his head. âDonât worry about me. Super healing. Are you good? You need me to call you a cab?â
âWhat? No, umâthe police station is like, down the block, I can go get them.â
âAre you sure? Because I can totally do thatââ
âI can handle myself,â she says sharply, bending down to pick up her purse and the discarded items within. âItâs just⊠there were two of them and there was a gun andââ
âI get it,â Peter says, his hand pressing harder into his side as the world grows blurrier around the edges. âYou really donât want me to at least walk you down?â
âIâll take a taxi,â she says. âYou just, um, get yourself fixed up, okay? And thanks.â
âYeah, sure, anytime! But, yâknow, preferably never again,â Peter says, and proceeds to swing away.
â
Tony doesnât expect to get woken up at two AM after only just falling asleep five minutes before, but such is life; FRIDAYâs voice bleeds through the speakers above to inform him that Spider-Man is currently rifling through the Med-Bay and bleeding from a wound on his side.
Pepper looks at him. âYou heard that too, right? That was real?â
âIt was real.â
They both scramble out of bed. Tony takes the lead, throwing on his jacket as he runs toward the elevator. Itâs times like these when every second stretches out into an eternity; it takes maybe five of them to get from their floor to the Med-Bay, but it feels like forever.
The doors open and thereâs Peter, perched on a gurney with his shirt gone and a whole lot of blood staining his side. Heâs bent awkwardly, clearly trying to feel his way around whatever wound heâs got.
âUm,â Tony says, approaching, âWhat.â
Peter looks up andâyeah, heâs lost a lot more blood than Tony had originally thought. His face is fucking drained. âHey,â he says, offering a jaunty wave before returning his attention to his side. âI got shot.â
âOh!â Tony nods. âOh, okay. What the fuck, kiddo?â
âI know, right?â Peter glances up. âHey, Pepper.â
âPeter,â she returns. âDo you mind if I wash my hands and take a look at that?â
âIf you want. Itâs kinda gross, though.â
âBelieve me, Iâve seen worse.â
Through this exchange Tony was already washing up, and now he dons a pair of gloves and sits on the rolling stool. âLooks like itâs through and through,â he tells Pep over his shoulder. âCould you grab a couple suture kits and, uh, the stuff?â
Pepper makes a face. âThe stuff?â
âYou know,â Tony says, âThe Good Stuff.â
Her eyes widen. âOh, that stuff.â
Tony feels around the area. âDo you know what kind of gun was used?â
âLooked like your standard nine mil,â Peter replies. His voice is growing a little slurred.
Thatâs good though, about the gun. Means thereâs probably not any bullet fragments to worry about. Tony grabs a load of gauze and presses it against the wound. He checks Peterâs pulse while heâs at it and finds that itâs slowed considerably. âWeâre gonna have to get you some blood, too. A neg, right?â
âYuppers.â
Tony excuses that because after all, the kid is bleeding out on a table. Said kid actually starts to swing his legs back and forth and, yeah, thatâs not gonna fly. âDo me a favour and lay back? Iâm gonna put this towel right under you for now.â
Peter doesnât have any arguments, or if he does, he doesnât vocalise them. Pepper comes back in with the kits and drugs and, because sheâs just smarter than him like that, bags of blood.
Tony grabs the vials first and loads up a syringe. Peter is pretty numb to all of it until the needle goes in. Then he frowns. âWhy are you injecting me with alien blood?â
Tony rolls his eyes. âItâs not alien blood, itâs a pain killer. A serious one at that, so youâre probably gonna feel a little out of it for a while, okay?â
Peter frowns. âIs it for Steve?â
Tony tenses, but itâs only for a second. âYes,â he says, somewhat tightly.
âUgh. What a turd, Mr. Stark. Youâre giving me turd vitamins!â Tony scoffs while Pepper laughs. Peter notices. âSee? She thinks Iâm funny.â
âYouâre not helping me here,â Tony says to her.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Here, have some thread.â
Tony sighs. âJust stay still for me, okay?â
Peter does. Pepper passes him various supplies and they work together to sew up both ends of the gunshot wound. By the time theyâre done, Peter hasnât moved once, but his eyes are open and heâs frowning.
âHow do you feel?â
âWired,â he says.
âSeriously? Bruce never said anything about the side-effects, but I figured theyâd be like normal pain-killers; make you drowsy and all that.â
âNo,â Peter sits up quickly and doesnât even flinch. âI feel like I just got steroids or something. Are youâare you actually telling me that Captain Americaâs drugs are infused with a stimulant? What, so he can keep fighting even when heâs in the middle of dying?â
Tony blinks. âWell that was smart of dear Banner.â
âYeah, or insane.â Peter flexes his hands. âI feel like I need to go for a run, or like, break something.â
âLetâs avoid that,â Tony says, pushing him back down. âYou need to heal, not mess yourself up even more, understood?â
Peter stares. âIs it normal to see sounds?â
Pepper bursts out laughing again. âIâm sorry,â she says when Tony glares. âReally, I am, I promise. Peter, honey, how about we get you to a bedroom where you can rest up? Weâll call your aunt and explain everything.â
â
Everything is going fine until May asks, âHow did you get to the Tower so quick, then?â
Peter blinks. âHmm? Pardon?â
âIf you were at Nedâs,â May says, âhowâd you manage to swing all the way across town?â
Peter opens his mouth and closes it. âI, uh⊠well, funny story, um⊠I wasnât actually at Nedâs?â
Thereâs a pause over the phone. Pepper, whoâs holding it, raises an eyebrow. May says: âYou told me you were going to Nedâs, Peter.â
His face feels hot. He hopes it isnât red. Both Pepper and Tonyâfrom the doorway with his hands stuffed in his sweatpant pocketsâare staring. Itâs almost as bad as if May were really here.
âWell I was going to Nedâs, but then I changed my mind and went somewhere else and ohâlook at the time! I think weâre going through a tunnelââ
âDonât even try to pull that crap! Thatâs it, Iâm coming over thereââ
âMay,â Peter says, serious now, âyouâre in the middle of a shift, thereâs people dying. JustâIâm perfectly fine, I took my Captain America drugs and everything is gonna be okay.â
âBut you lied to me.â
âNo, I changed my mind.â
âAnd went where?â
âIrrelevant.â
âPeter.â
âMay.â
She groans from the other end of the line and demands to speak to Pepper one on one. Tonyâs fiancĂ© grins and switches off speaker, before slipping out with a bright laugh to finish off the conversation. Tony stares expectantly. âSo where were you?â
âOh my god, not you too. You know, on second thought, I actually am completely exhausted andââ
âUh, nope,â Tony flops down onto the bed. âFess up.â
Peter sighs. He squirms down and covers his pillow with a head. âNo.â
Tony joins him under it. âTell me.â
Peter scowls. He rolls onto his side so theyâre facing one another. âI was with my girlfriend.â
âOoooââ
âShush! Itâs⊠itâs really not a big deal and I havenât told May yet because MJ and I havenât even really talked about it and it all happened super fast andââ he remembers to breathe, âI just⊠I always tell May everything, you know? But I kind of just felt like⊠this was something I had to figure out first on my own. Maybe itâs stupid, but I know sheâs gonna be super hurt when she finds out itâs been a month and I havenât said anythingââ
âKid,â Tony cuts in. âCalm down.â
âIâm calm,â Peter promises, because he is. Heâs also just incredibly hyper and stressed.
âItâs a normal instinct to want to figure things out and define them before you start announcing them to the world. I get that. But youâre still a kid, Pete, and even if you donât want people prying into your love life, we still need to know where you are in case something goes wrong.â
Peter harrumphs as he turns away. âThereâs a tracker on my phone and my suit. It would be easier to find me than anything else.â
Tony clicks his tongue. âYou got a point there.â
âI just wanted time.â
âI know.â
âBut I really like her, okay? Like sheâs so smart and sheâs got this really dark sense of humour and sheâs actually kind of terrifying sometimesââ
âOh, the scary ones are always fun.â
They stay up talking through the night and, when the sun comes up, Pepper joins them with a tray of freshly made blueberry waffles. May arrives around the same time and, looking too tired to be mad, simply drops onto the bed with them and steals whatâs left of his food.
â
4.Â
Peter is on patrol when he hears it:
a soft, quiet yelping coming from somewhere down below the rooftop heâs perched on.
At first he figures heâs imagining things, but then his ears perk again. He leans over the buildingâs edge to find the source of the noise.
In the dark itâs hard to make anything out, so he climbs slowly down the side of the wall, squinting. Thereâs another yelp and a low whine, almost pained. Peter zeroes in on the sound and creeps toward a set of dumpsters; theyâre so full of trash theyâre overflowing, and itâs underneath a broken down cardboard box that he finds it...Â
A puppy.
Now, Peter is no liar. Heâs wanted a dog since he was like, a fetus. The words âA dogâ have been on every birthday and Christmas list for as long as he can remember. Itâs only recently, in the years since Benâs death, that heâs pretty much given upâafter all, May is so overworked and they can barely afford to feed themselves. How could they afford a pet?
But alsoâŠ
This is the cutest dog heâs ever seen.
Itâs tiny and fluffy and brown and has the biggest, saddest eyes heâs ever seen.
Peter kind of just stands there staring like an idiot for a good few seconds and then slowly kneels down. âUm, hi,â he says, in the gentlest voice he can manage. The puppy, who canât be older than a few weeks and looks completely starved and exhausted, whines in response.
Peter holds out his hand for the dog to sniff. It lifts its head lazily and leans forward, nose twitching and dry. âYou need water, huh? Come on, I know a place.â
â
âShelob,â Tony greets without looking up from whatever project heâs working on. âWhat can I do for you at⊠one in the fucking morning?â
âI need your help with something, but you have to promise you wonât get mad or make me get rid of himââ
âOh, for Godâs sake, what have you done now?â
âHe was just so helpless and cold and small andâŠâ Peter swallows and reveals the puppy, presently wrapped up in his hoodie. âMeet Nugget.â
Tonyâs face is the epitome of Disappointed Dad. He stares, open-mouthed, and after a second his shoulders fall. âWell, fuck.â
Peter snuggles Nugget against his chest and steps closer, but then Tony holds up a hand to stop him. âNah-ah! Not until that thing gets a flea bath!â
Hope sparks in Peterâs chest. âYou mean we can keep him?â
âI mean thereâs no way Iâm getting near him until I know I wonât break out in hives.â
âThatâs not how fleas work.â
âDo I care? No. Come on, letâs go to the bathroom.â
â
âWhy do you have flea shampoo?â
Peterâs inquiry is made tentatively. They both have their hands in the sud-filled sink as they systematically wash Nuggetâs fur.
âThere was⊠an incident a while ago. I donât wanna talk about it.â
Peter stares. Blinks. âOkay. Well, I think heâs clean.â
Nugget barks as if in agreement, and so Peter and Tony lift him out of the basin and set him on a pile of no doubt expensive, fluffy white towels. Tony takes the lead after that. Heâs surprisingly gentle and patient with the yapping, impatient puppyâeven when Nugget tries to claw at him and shake himself dry, Tony never loses his cool.
A few minutes later theyâre sitting on their stomachs watching Nugget stomp around on a blanket. Thereâs water in a bowl for him at one corner and a plate of chopped up chicken at another.
âI canât take him home,â Peter says morosely after a few minutes. âMay wonât let me keep him.â
Tony raises an eyebrow. âWhere does she even think you are right now?â
â...In my bed.â
âWow,â Tony says, deadpan. âOkay, well, I most certainly canât keep him either.â
âWhat?! Why not?!â
Tony sighs. âIâm Iron Man, if you hadnât noticed, kiddoââ
âOh, what, so youâre too tough to look after him?â
âNo, Iâm too busy. I spend like, twenty-three out of twenty-four hours in a day in my shop and the rest of the time Iâm on my knees apologising to Pepper and begging for forgiveness. Thereâs no time in-between to feed the pup, walk the pupââ
âI could come by,â Peter blurts. âLike, once a day, and I could make sure heâs eaten and play with him and stuff. You wouldnât have to lift a fingerââ
âExcept to press âpurchaseâ on my shopping cart full of dog foodââ
âTony,â Peter cuts in, pleading, âplease? I canât just drop him off at some kennel so they canââ he covers the dogâs ears, âso they can euthanize him in a week when no one buys him. He deserves so much better, you know?â
Tony frowns, considering it, and Peter waits with his breath caught in his throat until, âGod, fine.â
âYes!â
âBut! But! A pet is a serious responsibility, okay? You might as well be adopting a childââ
âWhat would you know about raising kids?â Peter asks, only jokingly, but Tony just stares and then, for some reason, smiles.
âYou have to make sure heâs happy,â Tony says. âYou have to be there for him in whatever way he needs, alright? Iâll set up a pen in the penthouse and you can make sure he works off his energy there, and if I have time Iâll even take you both to the park. And if he ever happens to pee on my carpet, Iâm counting on you to clean it up.â
âDonât you have, like, housekeepers for that sort of thing?â
âYeah, but this is character building stuff.â
âUgh, fine, Iâll clean up the pee.â
They continue to iron out the details for a while and bicker over whether Nuggetâs last name should be Parker or Stark, and itâs only when Pepper walks inâstill in her pajamas, bleary eyed and complaining that they woke her upâthat they both decide it should be âPottsâ.
â
5. (+1)
It starts with a headache.
Heâs bent over his desk studying for a Calc test when the throbbing begins. Itâs not so bad at first, but after a half hour or so his vision is swimming and he keeps having to take breaks to massage his temples and close his eyes. The equations are all blending together and he canât think straight anymore.
Peter decides to give up right around then. After all, if heâs not gonna retain any of the information, why bother?
May pokes and prods through dinner. Peter tries to fool her by acting like everything is normal and okay and even manages to make her laugh once or twice.
Inside, dread is coiling through his stomach like an irritated snake. He knows whatâs coming next; after all, he doesnât really get sick anymore, so what else could it be?
Peter tries to sleep but ends up tossing and turning for most of the night. He falls into some kind of half-conscious daze at around four in the morning and rouses about twenty minutes later, soaked with sweat and aching everywhere.
Feeling like heâs gonna vomit, Peter kicks off his blankets and strips the sheets off his bed. He takes his shirt off because the fabric is too abrasive against his skin and itâs like he can feel every fibre tickling against it, grating and chafing. He curls up into a tight ball and covers his ears with his hands to block out the now amplified sounds of the city: car alarms, dogs barking, music playing.
Normally Peter loves the way New York is never silent. Now, he just wishes everyone would shut the fuck up for once.
When he stumbles out of his room a little while later, May is already gone. Sheâd told him the night before that she had an early shift and for once heâs actually grateful. Haltingly, Peter gets ready for school. Heâs already skipped three days this month and if he misses this Calc quiz heâs gonna fucking bomb the class.
May would kill him.
Itâs better to suffer a little than die.
Brushing his teeth makes his head spin and the minute he wriggles into his clothes he feels like a caged animal about to claw his skin off. Everything takes so much longer than normal. He doesnât eat because the mere thought of food makes the back of his throat sting with bile.
On the train, he closes his eyes and rests his head against the cool glass of the window, trying to tune out the constant screeching of the rails. One day, on God, he will make it a personal project to oil every fucking line in the subway.
At his fifth stop, an old lady boards and all the seats are taken.
Peter swallows thickly and stands. Black spots dance in his vision and he grabs onto the overhead barâsomething he hasnât actually needed to use since he was a little kidâand tries not to pass out.
He almost misses the stop to get to school, but slips out at the last second, millimetres away from getting his backpack caught in the doors. Peter is hot all over and lightheaded as he makes his way out of the station. Itâs even hotter up above, what with summer coming now and all.
Peter is late and he doesnât need his watch to tell; Flashâs car is already parked out front instead of zooming through the drop off to run him over (which, hey, silver lining), and the majority of the student body is already inside.
Peter has to stop multiple times on his way to Spanish just to breathe. By the time he gets there heâs at least ten minutes late for roll call.
âMr. Parker,â his teacher greets, unimpressed. âSo glad you could join us.â
Peter makes a noise and takes the proffered quiz. He wonders absently why some people choose to teach. What is it, like, some kind of power trip for them?
He has five minutes to finish the quiz but doesnât make it past the first question. Ned volunteers to collect them and stops at Peterâs desk while Professor Scott outlines todayâs lesson plan.
âDude,â he whisper-hisses, âyou look like complete shit. What on Earth are you doing here right now?â
âTest,â Peter mutters dully, resting his cheek on his hand and closing his eyes. âHere you go. Didnât finish it.â
Ned takes it carefully, holding it with two fingers like itâs covered in disease. âDo you want me to get the nurse or something?â
Peter hums. âNo. Just⊠headache.â
Slowly Ned backs away. âUmââ
âMr. Leeds!â Professor Scott says, loudly. Ned jumps. âIs there a problem back there?â
Yes, Peter thinks. Youâre the human version of nails on a fucking chalk board. Please, for the love of all that is holy, just start on the vocab.
Only he accidentally says all of that out loud.
The whole class is staring. Flash is slack-jawed. Betty Brantâs eyes are the size of small moons.
âParker,â Scott grits outâand Peter has denominated him to just Scott now out of reciprocation and spite; âYou just earned yourself a shiny new detention. Iâd like you to take this slip to the principalâs office. Please.â
Oh, thank God. At least itâll be quiet there.
Peter stands and brushes past Ned and it literally feels like flames of hell are licking against his skin. He almost vomits. This is decidedly not good.
He takes the paper. âGladly, good sir.â
When heâs gone, thereâs an outburst of muttering that his enhancements let him hear. It only makes the overload worse. Peter covers his ears with his hands again and, overcome with a sudden wave of vertigo, ducks into the bathroom.
He barely makes it to the toilet before emptying his stomach of last nightâs food.
Peter sags against the wall, panting. He keeps his eyes closed and waits for the world to stop spinning. About ten minutes later, the smell of jasmine shampooânormally welcomeâcauses him to lean over and retch again.
MJ pokes her head inside the unlocked stall. âJesus,â she whispers. The second her hands touch his body he flinches and she immediately retracts them. âFuck, sorry. Ned said you wigged out in Spanish. I looked for you in the Principal's office but you werenât there and... Whatâsâwhatâs wrong? I thought you couldnât even get sick.â
âBad headache,â he mutters, spitting into the toilet. Itâs easier than explaining about his freakish mutations and how they sometimes go completely haywire, leaving him on edge and nauseous and irritable.
MJ grabs him some toilet paper to wipe his mouth with. âDid you take anything?â
âPain meds donât work on me.â
âDoes May know? You should have called in.â
âCouldnât. Canât miss my test.â
She sighs. âYour final is like fifty percent of your grade and you could pass it with your eyes closed. You can miss your test, youâre just afraid of getting anything lower than an A.â
Peter is silent. âYou got me there.â
MJâs hand twitches like she wants to touch him but knows she canât. âYou need to go home. Lie down, get some rest.â
âMay is working,â Peter says, âand if I have to take the subway again right now Iâll die. I really will. Itâs soâthe smell and the noise and I canât sit down andââ
âGive me your phone.â
âWhat?â
âJust give it.â
Sheâs holding her hand out for it and giving him a no-nonsense expression that kind of reminds Peter of Pepper Potts on a rampage. Heâs seen what happens to Tony when he crosses her, so he fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it over.
âHold on.â
She stands and leaves. Peter closes his eyes again. He tunes out her conversation because if he doesnât, heâs absolutely gonna vomit again and nobody wants that.
MJ slips back inside the stall. âOkay, solved. Do you still feel like youâre gonna vomit?â
Peter thinks about it. âNo.â
âGood. Weâre gonna go to the nurse, okay?â
âOh boy.â
â
Tony Stark walks into Peterâs school and finds the hallways empty. The classroom doors are shut and the muted sounds of teachers lecturing are the only signs that anyone is here at all.
He finds Peter in the infirmary, sitting on the examination table with the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes.
Heâs at his side in an instant. âKid?â
Itâs surprise that gets Peterâs eyes open, but the little spider baby immediately regrets it. He flinches and sucks in a sharp breath. âTony,â he whispers, like the name is all he can manage and the questions will have to wait for later.
Tony looks him over. There are no obvious injuries. The girl on the phone had said it was just a headache, but Tony is way more experienced with Peterâs brand of bullshit and knows thereâs usually something else going on beneath the surface.
âIâm gonna go talk to the nurse and then get you out of here, okay?â
A nod.
Itâs always a bad thing when he doesnât argue. Peter Parker would start a fight about what kind of pizza to order, even if you suggest the kind he really wants, just to be a stubborn little shit about things.
Tony slips out of the exam room. The nurse looks up when he enters her office. âOh myâMr. Stark?!â
âYes, hello,â Tony takes a cautious step forward as she stands. He doesnât bother to sit. âIâm here to pick up the little gremlin in there.â
Her face flushes. âI didnât know youâd been called, IâI figured I would just let him wait it out, you know? He didnât want to be touched, so it was hard to figure out what was up andâso itâs real? About the internship?â
âOf course. Why would he lie?â
She opens her mouth. Closes it. âWell⊠you know how kids can be.â
âDo I?â
She doesnât seem to know what to say to that.
Tony sighs. âLook, Nurseâuh, TimmsâNurse Timms, can I please just sign the kid out and take him home? Heâs clearly in pain here.â
She starts rifling through her desk for a form. âI mean, I can admit you to take him home, but I really suggest you talk with the principal firstâPeter was given a detention before he was brought to my ward, see, and I wasââ she shakes her head. âI thought he might be faking.â
Tony stares without blinking for a whole five seconds and then, âDetention? For what?â
âI heard he bad-mouthed a teacher or something. But to be fair, Professor Scott isnât exactly what Iâd call patient.â
âWell, be that as it may,â Tony takes the form she hands him to sign, âmy kid doesnât fake. He has a condition, see. Gets uh⊠overloaded. Sounds, smells, it can be too much for him. Probably why he snapped.â
âThat⊠that makes sense.â
âYes,â he says succinctly, and hands the paper back. âYouâd know that if you bothered to ask. Anyway, Iâll be going. Thanks for the help, Nurse Times.â
âUh, itâsâitâs Timmsââ
The door shuts behind him.
â
MJ was forced to go back to class. Sheâd argued and protested but Nurse Timms was insistent. So, MJ had relented. Sheâd pressed the lightest of kisses on his forehead and it surprisingly hadnât felt that bad, and then sheâd gone.
Tony Stark had shown up about twenty minutes later and itâs just when Peterâs starting to think it was all just a vivid hallucination that the smell of coffee and motor oil fills his senses again. Itâs overwhelming but not debilitating.
âKiddo,â Tony whispers, âis it okay to touch you?â
Peter cracks an eye. Everything is bright but Tonyâs suit is mercifully black, so he focuses on that. âI donât know. I donât wanna move.â
âWell I gotta get you outta here somehow.â
âBut my detentionââ
âI already got you out of it,â Tony says breezily. âNothing to worry about.â
âTony,â Peter says, cheeks flushing. âYou canât just bribe my principal intoââ
âI didnât bribe anyone. I just explained the situation and besides, Moritaâs an old friend.â
Peter closes his eyes again as he frowns. âYouâre friends with my principal?â
âIâm a benefactor for your school, too,â Tony says. âBut donât tell anyone, itâs a secret.â
Something shifts in the air. Tony is sitting now. âHappyâs waiting outside,â he says, âbut whenever youâre ready.â
Peter thinks about it for a few seconds and decides itâs gonna have to happen at some point, anyway. Might as well rip the band-aid off now. Slowly he takes a deep breath and manages to sit up with Tonyâs help. The older man tries to avoid touching him as much as possible, but surprisingly enough the weight of his hand against Peterâs spine isnât crushing or aggravating. It doesnât hurt.
âBaby steps,â Tony says softly. âWeâll take you out the side door, okay?â
Even getting to the door is slow going but Tony doesnât seem to mind. Right before they open it, Tony stops and pulls his sunglasses off. âHere, try these.â
Peter puts them on. He feels ridiculous because like, they work on Tony who was literally born in the seventies, but Peter really doesnât dig the groovy shades. Regardless theyâre better than nothing and even help a little.
The halls are empty again. Most of the students will be in the gym right about now, or the cafeteria for lunch. They donât run into anybody on the way out and as soon as theyâre in the back of the car, Peter sags against Tonyâs side. He feels like heâs just run ten miles.
âDrive, Hogan,â Tony says, and then the partition glides up.
For a few seconds itâs almost completely quiet. Noise suppression tech, Peter realises, and he feels like he could cry from relief. For the first time in hours thereâs just⊠nothing. No traffic, no dozens of students talking at once. The air conditioning unit is filtered, so heâs not being attacked with the smell of body odour and clashing perfume scents and Axe cologne. Thereâs just Tony and beautiful, amazing, showstopping silence.
Tony shifts a little. âBetter?â
Peter nods, figuring itâs still probably not safe to speak.
âWeâll be there soon,â Tony says softly.
â
Peter doesnât remember much after the car ride. He can vaguely recall protesting getting out of the Audi, and he remembers Tony assuring him that everything would be okay, and the next thing he knows heâs lying on his back in an utterly dark bedroom. The walls are insulated just like the car had been, so thereâs just no sound, and the bed sheets probably have the highest thread count of all time.
Something shifts beside Peter and he realises Tony is there, feeling his forehead.
âWhatâ?â
âOh, hey,â Tony greets. âI think you mightâve blacked out there. All the noise hit you at once when we got out of the car and you justâŠâ
âI fainted?â
Tony snorts softly. âRelax. It happens to the best of us. How do you feel, Webster?â
Peter hums. âBad.â
âLetâs try a scale of one to ten.â
âOkay,â Peter says. âTen.â Tony lets out a little grunt at that and so Peter elaborates, âIt was at like, a twenty this morning, so.â
âAh, I see.â Tonyâs grip shifts to Peterâs wrist to measure his pulse. âThis okay?â
âItâs fine.â
And it really is. He doesnât feel like burning his skin off or anything. Tonyâs hands are just warm.
âAny idea what brought this on?â
Peter shifts a little. âI uh⊠havenât been sleeping a lot lately.â He swallows. âLike, at all.â
âAnd how longâs that been going on for?â
âI donât know. On and off for a few weeks, I guess.â
âJesus,â Tony sighs and pulls his hand away. He rakes it through his hair. âKiddo, what have we said about communication? Does May know?â
â....No?â
Thereâs a long pause where Tony just kind of sits there thinking, like he wants to say whatever comes next carefully. He massages his temples and then: âAlright, scooch over.â
âWhat?â
âMake room for me.â
Peter blinks and then, tentatively, scoots over a little to allow Tony room to lie down. The older man does, arching his back a little and grunting in pain because heâs like, ancient. Theyâre not touching, but very slowly Peter starts inching closer again. Eventually he works up the courage to try resting his head on Tonyâs chest, which is terrifying not only because itâs Tony Stark, but also because heâd rather not have his brain implode.
Nothing happens. âYour fabric softener must be like, super expensive,â he whispers, because this is actually better than the sheets.
Tony snorts. âIâll ask Pep about it.â
Peter makes a noncommittal noise and before he knows it, his eyes are closing. For once they actually feel heavy, and the steady rhythm of Tonyâs heart beat is soothing, dependable.
Tonyâs hands brush lightly over Peterâs hair and then thread through it. âToo much?â
âNo,â Peter promises. âGood.â
And so Tonyâs fingers run through his curls over and over, gently, lightly. His thumb sweeps over Peterâs cheek once, too, and then he starts muttering in Italian.
Peter cracks an eye. âAre you telling me your grocery shopping list?â
Tony laughs a little. âMy mom used to do it for me,â he says. âSomething about just hearing her speak the language made me feel⊠relaxed, I guess. Didnât matter what she was saying.â
Peter smiles and wraps an arm around Tonyâs torso. âTell me something else.â
âYou wanna hear about the time I almost blew up a Chem lab?â
âUh, duh.â
So Tony launches into it, speaking in a low voice and absently twisting one of Peterâs curls around his finger. It feels nice and the headache is fading fast.
Peter sleeps.Â
#marvel#irondad#peter parker#tony stark#my writing#friendly neighborhood fic exchange#may parker#pepper potts#michelle jones#spideychelle#pepperony#nugget the dog#insomnia
912 notes
·
View notes
Text
Responses from the Opera Screencaps Captioning Quiz
Hello, everyone, and thank you for taking my quiz! I had SO MUCH fun reading your captions-- there were several times I literally started crying from laughing so hard at the amazingness of your work! With that in mind, the captions (which I will continue to add onto as more people take it):
(also, thank you to @dichterfuerstinâ for translating the German captions I got)
originally taken from: the Wiener Staatsoperâs 2020 production of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozartâs Die EntfĂŒhrung aus dem Serail, featuring Regula MĂŒhlemann (center) as Blonde, Michael Laurenz (right) as Pedrillo, and an unnamed extra (left) as the Grim Reaper
Responses:
(Backstage warm-up) âok so someone dropped the pulseâ
me and my friends watching the fire burn after doing arson
Introducing the polycule to the parents
*boom* ... did...you guys hear that too?
Ma Signor !
Knight in whinging armour gone wrong, look at how he holds the egg. Polyamory with weird knight and death.
the father, son and the holy ghost are very gay
the gays meeting for brunch, 2021, colorized
chicken lady forces death and a very flamboyantly homosexual anthropomorphized pink bird to be parents of her egg (they dont want to be)
Thatâs just me and my friends on our night out (before covid rip)-- closest
A Good Friday night
good omens (2019)
["the pocket guide to boy/girl/mischief" meme] who's the boy and who's the mischief though????
Papageno and Papagena take their first-born egg trick-or-treating
Angry Birds - The Musical. A pig stole an egg and the bird unites with death to take revenge.
I love my bird wife
Someone got murdered during the funky chicken dance
throuple murders child and steals sibling of said child
When you and your friends have widely different tastes in literature
angel leading twink to his rightful place (hell)
draco malfoy from a very potter musical and a death eater are very much in the wrong show
What have I gotten myself into
Mlm/wlw solidarity but Iâm not telling who is who
A woman stands with a pink dipshit with an egg and a reaper.
A bird-couple makes a pact with Death, sacrificing their first-born bird-child in order to bring good luck upon their unborn bird-baby
There are three types of people on Halloween:
Uh oh, I donât think the mother hen is very happy about this...
oh god, theyâve invented seussical. Itâs too early!
gay brunch
Three little maids from school are we
guys maybe if we dress gay enough we can distract everyone from the dead flapper bee in the back
those three killed a duck for her egg and are facing the conswquences.
Duck has egg with human, shocked and upset due to biological impossibility
When you bout to make a banging omelet so you invite your fellow queers
"No mortal man could pass that egg, but heaven shall repair your rectum."
originally taken from: the Salzburg Festivalâs 2007 production of Hector Berliozâs Benvenuto Cellini, featuring Maija Kovalevska (left) as Teresa Balducci, Laurent Naouri (center, in chimney) as Fieramosca, and Burkhard Fritz (right) as Benvenuto Cellini
Responses:
âIn this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so: And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.â - a midsummer nightâs dream, act v scene 1
"ah yes a prime specimen. see here, right in this box is our one of a kind hob goblin that can be all yours for the low low price of your soul"
what, YOU don't have a special eavesdropping chimney window?
HĂ€nsel und Gretel plotting against the witch
man takes a wrong turn and ends up in a chimney, catches his girlfriend cheating-- closest
when you end up third wheeling the straight couple
lady cheats on her leather jacket wearing scummy boyfriend and when he unexpectedly comes home she hides the lover in the chimney
A straight girl and her gay best friend gossip about stuff idk
Idk Shakespeare?
experimental couples therapy feat. the chimney mf from mary poppins
Area Couple Inadvertently Traps Santa-in-Training in Chimney as they Attempt Rooftop Flirting
Landlords laugh over student renter's misfortune
I never asked for this
Ay yo lil mama lemme whisper in your ear
voyeurist listens to sandy and Danny from grease
Psssst! Did you hear about Susan? You wonât believe it!
lady and the tramp meets beauty and the beast?
human trafficking
And for just $30 you too could have your own tiny brick cage!
Psst Iâm wearing assless chaps under this dress
A couple tortures a man in a box.
It's all fun and games being stuck in a chimney until your greasy uncle steals your crush from right above you-- okay ngl this could actually be a great Don Pasquale concept
Taking eavesdropping to the next level
Will you two stop being lovey dovey and let me out? SUMMER LOVIN, HAPPENED SO FASTâÂ
overhearing how people talk about you when they think they're alone puts you in the shithouseÂ
Does he know we can see him?
dear god, i am so fucking hungry, yall please just do whatever heterosexuals do so i can go eat a popsicleÂ
the human version of the trash man from sesame street is realizing that those two are going to fuck on his trash canÂ
Tmw you capture an angry short dude and start trashtalking him where he can hearÂ
Omg what if we kissed but we actually kissed the lil goblin man under us
"Remember, don't feed him after midnight"
originally taken from: the ThĂ©Ăątre de Capitole du Toulouseâs 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeerâs Le prophĂšte, featuring Leonardo Estevez (right, on fake horse) as Le Comte dâOberthal
Responses:
âWhen I said we needed to drain the swamp I didnât think there were people actually living thereâ
horse? what horse? no sir i dont know what horse youre referring to.
definitely don't have a napoleon complex going on
King stole La Scalaâs Lohengrin set
king breaks all his horses, has to use statue dragged by servants as transportation because heâs too kingly too walk
Emperor Söder and his subjects on a carnival procession
man on horse makes a big deal out of being on a horse
Thatâs not Zeffirelli because the horse is not alive
Who the fuck put a horse on the stage
isn't this that picture of napoleon on the horse
Area Count Thinks Citizens will be Intimidated by his Extremely Fake-looking Horse Statue-- closest
Everyone wants their turn on the giant plaster horse. Police are there to make sure everyone waits their turn.
Night out with the lads
Local royalty horrified at the state of his own damn kingdom
gay army fights different gay aesthetics-- hi author how does it feel to be the funniest fucking person on this quiz
Well at least I LOOK badass
ceasar if he hadn't gotten stabbed (colourised)
some soldiers jumped out of my kindergarten fairytale collection book to burn the don carlos flemish deputies at the stake
Itâs just a model
Is that how you feel pulling up in your Honda Civic, Madge?
Someone rides a horse statue in public.
Just a normal party with the bros.
what is this, some kind of crossover episode?Â
Terribly sorry for all the fuss, itâs just, that is, my horse is afraid of neck ruffles. Iâve tried to talk to him about it, but heâsâwhoaaa thereâhe said he was a french courtier in a past life and heâs allergic to English fashionÂ
Horse seller, listen to me! I am riding into battle. I need your strongest horse. - We have horses at home. - The horses at home:Â
All hail Incitatus the kingÂ
we are not ripping off shakespeareâs henry viii. what the fuck. this is about lenny xi you uncultured swine, go drown in a pit of your own fartsÂ
oh god is that hamiltonÂ
Guy Removed From Art Museum For Sitting On Statue, more at elevenÂ
Gay <3
Officer: This horse... is a virgin! Crowd: *cheers*
originally taken from: the Parma Verdi Festivalâs 2017 staging of Giuseppe Verdiâs Stiffelio, featuring Maria Katzarava (left) as Lina and Luciano Ganci (right) as Stiffelio
Responses:
That One kid in class
its a mEntAL BreAkDowN *final countdown but kazoo*
*record scratch* yeah, that's me. you're probably wondering how I got here-- closest
Dad keeps monologuing, teenager is done
left: all of my concerned friends, right: my emo ass having a very public mental breakdown
the demons in the corner of my room when im just trying to sleep
lady gets mansplained to (do i need to say more, we've all been there)
Itâs probably an area baritone telling off an area soprano-- sorry; itâs a tenor. soprano is right though.
That was a fake horse in the last photo right?
child comes out as gay to father at a particularly bad time
dissociation solves everything
I can't believe it's not butter
Honey we talked about this
My sleep paralysis demon is Crowley from supernatural
child has nightmare of boring job
When you start dating a singer but he wonât stop practicing at night
just an average day in a hetero marriage
what do i do my wife's having period cramps again
Stop having an existential crisis. Itâs time to sing!
âNo son of mine will kin Gomez Addams under MY roofâ
Crowley stares into space while a teen has post nut clarity.
When he wont stop reciting jordan peterson monologues!!
Do you realize how effed you are?
Ugh, not this lecture again! Dadâs Practicing For His Experimental Indie Band AgainÂ
asking your parents for help with your own personal situation and them just ranting off about what they went through instead of helping in any wayÂ
Will he shut up already!
no one tell him heâs yelling in the wrong direction, no one tell him plnsbdjddhdjÂ
this kid is tired of his dad listening to rush limbaugh (a man who claimed to be pro life but died anyway)Â
Me internally vs externallyÂ
Daddy issues
originally taken from: the Grand ThĂ©Ăątre de GenĂšveâs 2020 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeerâs Les Huguenots, featuring several chorus members
Responses:
Itâs the deadly eye Of Poogley-pie. Look away, look away, As you walk by, ïżœïżœCause whoever looks right at it Surely will die. Itâs a good thing you didnât ⊠You did? ⊠Good-bye. - shel Silverstein
why the fuckith? my good sir, i beg of you to put your pants back on
I hate this itchy hat
Titanic Extras hear that they have to do extra hours
people waiting to board the titanic watch someone fall off the plank
pov: youâre a time traveler
guy in the flatcap is embarrassed by patriotism and pathos
No idea. For some reason Le Marseillaise comes to mind
Is this from Harry Potter?
disneyland main street usa workers on strike
local tries to hide behind Newsies cap to avoid unpleasant but inevitable conversations. meanwhile, some very fashionable ladies look on.
"Thank fuck, 2020 was just a dream after all"
âWe gather here today because this bitch got exactly what she deservedâ âheaven!â âStfu Stephanie sheâs going to hell and we all know itâ-- not quite but this basically happens later on in the opera (and act) so yeah (except the person in question very much Did Not Deserve It)
dc movie filter on bridgerton
america?
looks like my history teacher paused the prohibition documentary again
Who still wears page boy hats bro?
Coming out to a room of people who Already Knew That
Bitches are relieved at some party.
Several drunk people exiting getting off the subway attempting to seem sober and rational but realizing they have somehow lost all of their possessions
How tf do I act natural in this situation-- closest
âdo you think any of them noticed that I donât know the pledge of allegianceâÂ
It's too fucking hot outside for this outfitÂ
?
when hyyh yoonkook ending just hits differentÂ
pedestrians watch in horror as the triangle shirtwaist factory burns and the workers throw themselves out of the windows from a dozen stories upÂ
Starting the pledge of allegiance be likeÂ
He's having a heart attack oh no oh god oh fuck
originally taken from: if I remember correctly, the Semperoper Dresdenâs 2018 semi-staging of Johann Strauss IIâs Die Fledermaus, with Jonas Kaufmann as Gabriel von Eisenstein
Responses:
âWilliam Shakespeare wrote: "To thine own self be true And it must follow, as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man" I believe this wise statement best applies to a woman A blonde woman Over the past three years she taught me And showed us all That being true to yourself never goes out of style Ladies and gentlemen Our valedictorian: Elle Woods!â - legally blonde the musical
eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs
woooooorrrrd
Finally Jonas has graduated! Itâs about time, considering heâs an international star.
what my professors think they look like
Prof. Dr. Dr. When someone tells him there are more than two genders
'and since you've now graduated high school, you'll be entering college etc. blablabla' .........meanwhile, there's a whole row of graduates daring each other to chug the cheap vodka one of them has brought in gallons (yes that happened at my graduation, lol)
Jonas darling baby <3-- canât argue with that
I just realized I have no idea what the actual fuck happens in an opera
ok this one is just what jonas kaufmann always wears you can't fool me.
"as valedictorian i will share with you the importance of loving the floor"
"Yes, mother, my art degree will make me money!"
Graduation speakers are out, singers are in
Senior year takes a new meaninbg
mansplainer professor explains the concept of feminism to women
Your Prof when you finally turn in that missing assignment be like
younger boris johnson (derogatory)
jonas kaufmann retires from opera and takes up motivational speaking
What a fine graduation evening weâre having today
-70 points for slytherin you all have no swag
A man with a college hat sings.
An obviously greying actor trying to play a university student in a low-budget porn parody
How it feels to graduate high school after being held back for years
East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crÚme brûlée, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor-
I may not have been "cool" in high school, but in ten years you will all be working for me!
I finally got my GED!
that one guy in ur intro to cultural anthropology class who mansplains to the professor somehow fucking graduated
he;s just graduating and taking his speech too serously idk
Graduation speeches with that one dude who got held back 3 times
Smrt
originally taken from: the Metropolitan Operaâs 2011 staging of Gioachino Rossiniâs Le Comte Ory with Joyce DiDonato (left) as Isolier, Diana Damrau (center) as Countess AdĂšle, and Juan Diego Florez (right) as Le Comte Ory (disguised as a hermit)
Responses:
There is something very [disturbing grunts] About polyamorous couples - polyamorous, Chris Fleming
jinkies
femme fatale (including to herself)
Iâll have a threesome soon !
Hot guy walks by, everyone swoons.
thirdwheeling friend does not realize the other two are having sex
When your girlfriend had âjust two beersâ again
jesus is exasperated about having to drag the two ladies towards doing what he needs them to do instead of purple dramatically declaring suicidal intent over the smallest trivial matters and red being equally dramatic about declaring that it's not the way! stay alive! i love you!!
The throuple is thriving
Get off the milf
orgy
my last three braincells because im a horny slut
countess receives too much love and is confused on how to react
Rasputin's lesser known romp with a much older czarina of russia
Woman's soul leaves body
Jesus and co. are worried after another woman gets pregnant without having sex
bisexual looks at photos of celebrity couples
When you go to the party to socialize with new people but your weirdo friend group starts getting clingy
Jesus cumming
one of those weird church christmas pageants but everybody's drunk
What have I done
Hozier??????????
Jesus assfucks some purple lady being hugged.
This time, the chick IS the magnet
An affair/threesome gone awry (2019 colorized)
What do you mean they canceled GLOW?
âI TOLD you it was cashmere!â
Are you wearing the - - The Gucci dress? Yes I am.
It's not what it looks like!
jesus is fucking that one cheerleader who grew up to be a suburban mom with one (1) super cool dress she stole from her kid who is desperately hugging her middle begging for it back because the spring fling is coming up and jason might actually make eye contact with her for more than three seconds.
jesus and mary magdaline and some other bitch
Iâm at a bar and these drunk girls are flirting with me, do I lOOK GAY?!
Shrek 5, jesus's return
c. 2025 First attempt of an Officer and his Wife with a Handmaiden (colourized)
just about all of these are close lol
originally taken from: the Bolshoi Theaterâs 1993 staging of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovskyâs The Maid of OrlĂ©ans, featuring Nina Rautio (left) as Joan of Arc and Vyacheslav Pochapsky (right) as Thibaut dâArc
Responses:
Donât look, Iâm still pooping
yall, the audacity of this man. he fuckin talked to me
*i can't even tell you how wrong you are* *it would be insulting to ME*-- closest
Cospeto!
âNo Iâm not talking to you, you keep cracking bad jokes!â - âBut I got another!â
when youâre mad at him but he says heâll buy you food if you cheer up
When Iâm wallowing in self-pity but my friends wonât comfort me
right: wanna fuck ;) left: yeah, fuck OFF lmao
Her face is screaming âdonât tell me what to doâ
Yeah I got nothing
gay man tries to hit on a lesbian bc he thinks she's a twink. she's not amused but she's watching this happen anyway
me tired of MET's bullshit and them organising a Netrebko, known blackface apologist, a recital during Black History Month. (sorry im still fucking salty lol)
"stop smiling at me like that I'm trying to pout over here"
"I got fleas, you got fleas... wanna fuck?"
I have the best idea!
Haha nooooo donât hit me with that bat youâre so sexxyy
lesbian is bothered by dilf
Me trying to flirt
if call me by your name was hetero and set in america
how many more dad jokes can i take before i explode
So. Youâve gotten yourself in a little pickle again.
What if we fought in the Russian revolution together âš???????... unless??
Two people flirt in a poor place of town/
"If you ask me what I've got under this dirty, shapeless tunic one more time I swear to god I will kick your rotting teeth in"
You look like ur gonna kill me but ok
Really? You again?
Okay, Iâve been sitting here for 20 minutes, do you think itâs safe toâoh god, heâs still there.
Have you seen Godot?
she is tired of everyoneâs shit. she has done so many derivatives it physically pains her to see a variable. dont test her. ur icarus rn.
idk pick better pictures-- I HAVE DIED THE SHEER AUDACITY AND HUBRIS I LOVE THIS
200% done with your crapÂ
Homeless man has fucking legs of steel n is gonna show off his Russian dance moves
originally taken from: the ThĂ©Ăątre de Capitole du Toulouseâs 2019 staging of Paul Dukasâ Ariane et Barbe-bleue, featuring Sophie Koch (right) as Ariane and I donât remember who the person on the left is rip me
Responses:
The knight who wore this into battle sure was swaggy
dear god its hiddeous
Capitalism
Knight in shining armour gone even more wrong.
ghost contemplates the safety of spiky motorcycle helmet
âStop! He feels bullied!â
'this is my newest take for jesus's crucifixion crown ...... what do you mean they already put him up'
Thatâs probably a really expensive magic helmet idk. IDK-- closest
Omg I love the adventure zone!
minesweeper (windows xp)
"Okay whatever you do don't touch the shiny spiky ball" "It's so shiny I wanna touch it"
Taking down the trash way too late
IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM
Darth Vader got stuck in the freezer.... again. Leia isnât happy
Star Wars 2030
âAnd here is the very latest in motorcycle helmet trendsâ âLook, I only came to the mall for a pair of socks â
futuristic kkk
long-suffering jewelry store attendant really wants to retire
Put it down put it down put it down
âHmm no you should see a doctor about thatâ
A weird ass crown is presented
The creation of sars-cov-2: an experimental Eurotrance nightclub art piece gone horribly wrong
How it feels to want something that u cant have
AND WE WILL CALL ITâSPIKE MAN actually do you think thatâs too obvious?? Because of theâyeah, because of the spikes?? See, thatâs what Iâm worried about. I want it to be SCARY
I know it's risky but... lube me up
?
use the force luke.
that is a weird fleshlight
When you get an ugly gift and need to find a way to get rid of it, so your family member/friend offers to smash it
Touch the orb
originally taken from: the Opera Vlaanderenâs 2019 staging of Fromental HalĂ©vyâs La Juive, with Nicole Chevalier (left, with bottle) as Princess Eudoxie, Enea Scala (center, under table) as Prince LĂ©opold, and Roy Cornelius Smith (right) as ĂlĂ©azar
Responses:
When no one comes to your birthday party :(
fantastic, day 487 of mischief and they have yet to find my masterful hiding spot
i really wonder who he thinks he's playing footsie with
Marriage crisis. Reason sits under the table-- closest but not in the way you think (after all, the man under the table IS a tenor).
the last supper afterparty after jesus left
When you order the last supper on wish
espionage at the Politischer Rosenmontag
Probably the wrong opera but is that Leporello under the table
Now THIS is a Good Friday night
this was every birthday party i went to between the ages of 5 and 11
that awkward moment when you drop your fork under the table but when you re-emerge everyone else has left except one drunk lady and the guy trying to deal with her
After the last supper
Tfw you arrive to the dinner party too early and have to hide until a more fashionable hour
When the cishets arenât home
waiter hides from customers
Nobody: My dog every time Iâm eating:
what's left of the homies Jesus had dinner with
university chem lab experiment gone terribly wrong
Iâve been under the table FOR 30 MINUTES
Set your friends up by tossing them off under the table, theyâll think itâs each other n fall in luv
Someone hids under a table
"You're about to see an surreptitious-under-the-table-dick-sucking master at work"
5 yr old me trying to eat the desert under the table without my parents finding out be like:
They never invite me to their parties!
Just another girlâs night in
Oops! Didnât notice you the table.
dionysus - bts (2019, colorized)
just a normal episode of eric andre (eric is the one under the table)
Just a normal day with the boys
Thievery
originally taken from: the ThĂ©Ăątre de Capitole du Toulouseâs 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeerâs Le prophĂšte, featuring Kate Aldrich (left, surrounded by women in white) as FidĂšs and John Osborn (center, looking like a Jesus doppelganger) as Jean de Leyde
Responses:
Hold up, is that Eggman above Jesus?
holy disco
Looks like TannhÀuser. Our lord and saviour Richard Wagner. Now I need to be saved from that.
catholicism
me defending pineapple on pizza (THANK YOU)
jesus but hes about to be abducted by the alien ufo above him
Emmmmmmm Heaven? Idk
Lord of the rings?
ewww christianity gross
"behold, I am Important"
"Seriously?? It's not ACTUALLY pyjama day? Fuck you guys!"
Jesus at the Disco
Jesus Finds The Molerat People Who Live Under Bethlehem
disco is heaven
Want to join my new religion?
the kkk
church christmas pageant where everyone's sober but it's based on the director's fever dream
Am I the only one who sees the giant demon? Just me? Okay...
âOh god I think Iâm starting my periodâ
A party is held with a priest in the middle
"Let's get this secret Vatican sex party rolling!"
The new avengers endgame set is looking great!!
You know, guys, I try not to be a bother but...I canât help but feel like I missed a dress code memo for this wedding??? Itâs cocktail, right??â
Jesus visits Hogwarts
I must really stink if no one will even come close to me
the extra ass funeral i DESERVE
star wars life day
A cult at itâs best-- closest
Shrek 5, Jesus is still there I guess
originally taken from: the Royal Opera House, Covent Gardenâs 2013 staging of Giuseppe Verdiâs Les vĂȘpres siciliennes, featuring Bryan Hymel (left, standing) as Henri, Lianna Haroutounian (center, kneeling in the black gown) as Duchess HĂ©lĂšne, and Erwin Schrott (kneeling to her right) as Jean Procida
Responses:
When the directorâs like âgreat rehearsal guys, just a few notes before I let you goâ but itâs already 9:13 and your momâs waiting in the parking lot
loyalist of subjects
bow before your queen
They forgot to take down the stage boxes after the Vienna opera ball but the show must go on.
somebody forgot to book chairs for this funeral
Me sharing Godâs (Hayley koyoko) word on the discord server
mass execution bc the oboe solo sucked ass-- closest
Thatâs too many black suits I canât see shit
I canât even tell whatâs going on here
8th grade school assembly about how it's uncool to shit on the walls at school
let's all get fancy so we can go to the opera and sit on the stage (idk this one's hard lol)
"Yes i am a time traveller, now don't freak out"
Tfw you forget to pay your lighting bills
White guys make decisions that will benefit them and screw someone thatâs not a white guy over-- OUCH but that is too real (although not really in context here)
dead man gives speech at his own funeral
brotus and the boys ??? last meeting before the stabbing
high society social function ends in mass murder-- right opera, wrong scene
Someone walks into the talent show stage with a dog
Black-dressed bitches worship a man.
Worst school assembly of all time
POV:You're the window in the classroom and someone said "its snowing"
When the conductor shows up fashionably late to the orchestra concert
That's what you get for choosing the cheapest ticket option, get back in the mud where you belong
?
theyre just trying to jump into a grave at a funeral leabe them alone this is normal
oh my god he really whipped his dick out in front of everyone, this is just like in 1776 guys, except some women are actually in the room this time,
A funeral, stop wearing so much black
I want to slap their bald heads like rice
originally taken from: the Teatro Real Madridâs 2018 staging of Gaetano Donizettiâs Lucia di Lammermoor, featuring Roberto Tagliavini (right) as Raimondo
Responses:
Crowd âhaha!! Looks like someone missed the all-black memo!! Now itâs laugh-in-your-face time! / Guy on the floor (whispering to guy against wall): go, save yourself! Iâll hold them off...â
if i leave now i wont be a witness and can tell the police i had no idea
it was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Guy in the back pretends to help but is to far away to even know whatâs going on.
priest walks in on beginning of an orgy, contemplated joining but is too scared-
when someone brings up capitalism but youâre just trying to play minecraft
lol lets trample this guy while the judge isnt looking
Again. Too many black costumes
Loved this Dostoevsky novel
i would know if opera directors were more creative with clothing choices ngl
me on parties lol
"imma just sneak out of here while everyone else is distracted"
"Where did he get this flooring!? Amazing!"
Everyone act normal!
The tell tale heart but they got REALLY drunk
man tposes to ward off vampires after being caught undercover
boys ???? night
the priest really shouldn't have visited the insane asylum-- closest
Heâs FINE everyoneâs been hit by a car before
Something happens in a room.
Perks of being a wallflower
There's always that one person in the fight whos trying not to get involved when they really wanna
Oh good, theyâre all posing for a Rembrandt painting, I can just sneeeeaaak out the back here...
The gamer livestreaming Resident Evil + everyone watching the stream ? waiting for him to open the door just knowing it will trigger a chase scene
Quick!
the guy t posing in the back is regretting his every decision.-- also accurate
the us senate jumps ted cruz, some other wack ass gop senator is trying to sneak away
...I spoke too soon, however this is a James Bond mission
Queers help fellow queer do math but it's a struggle
#opera#opera tag#results#screencaps#captions#caption#caption this#caption contest#this seems to have gone over well and I am Pleased
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
MARRIAGE CELEBRATION
Sho and Meiâs loved ones throw them a little party.
Word count: enough to put a page break
*Meiyaâs POV*
I sleepily opened my eyes to the light coming from the window. There was a slight breach in the curtains, letting in just enough light, angled to perfectly hit my face. As my mind and body woke up, I began to notice my surroundings more. I felt the soft, steady breath of Shota breathing on the back of my neck, and I suddenly remembered that I was married⊠not that I had forgotten⊠but I just assumed I was dreaming. I was weighed down by his arm over me, but I managed to shift and turn around so that I was now facing him. He stirred a little bit in his sleep and barely opened his eyes to see me looking at him before closing them again and pulling me closer into him, falling back asleep. Though I was wide awake and wouldâve normally been out of bed by now, I nestled into his chest, closing my eyes and wanting to stay in his arms forever.
A couple hours passed, and I dozed off a few times, but was reawakened again by a kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Shota looking sleepily at me. âMorning,â I said softly. âMmm,â he replied sleepily before releasing me from his hold and stretching. I stretched as well and rolled out of bed. Since the paperwork came back sooner than we had expected, I hadnât moved all of my things into Shoâs apartment yet, including my clothes, so I stole a shirt and pair of pants from him and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Shota finally crawled out of bed too and joined me in the kitchen, as the scent of fresh coffee drew him there. I poured him a cup and handed it to him, smiling as he wordlessly took it and began sipping as he sat down at the kitchen table.
I poured myself a cup and sat down across from him, resting my feet on the chair next to me. We sat in a comfortable silence, just looking at each other and enjoying each otherâs company. As I eventually reached the bottom of my coffee cup, I was the first to break the silence. âI guess we should tell everyone that weâre officially married,â I said, still not quite believing it as I said it. Shota sipped the last bit of his coffee and nodded. âThat would be smart,â he said, simply. I stood up and reached for his cup to wash it, but he kept his grip on it and reached for mine instead. âIâve got it,â he said, taking both cups and walking over to the sink. As he washed the cups I walked up to him, got on my tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. âThank you,â I said lovingly before turning to head to the door.
As I sat on the floor and laced up my shoes, Shota gave me a quizzical look as if questioning where I was going. âI have to go back to the old apartment to get dressed⊠I donât want to show up to your parentâs house looking like this,â I answered his look. He shrugged and said, âyou look fine,â as I got up and looked at him smugly. âIâll be back soon,â I said, turning towards the door, until I was gently stopped by Shoâs hand on my arm, turning me back towards him as he leaned down to kiss me. âOk,â he said afterwards, with a cute small smile on his face, making me grin as I opened the door and headed out. I walked to my old apartment, as it wasnât terribly far, smiling like an idiot the whole way there.
I went into the apartment, closing the door behind me. The lights were off, so apparently my old roommate wasnât home. I turned on the lights, and the first thing I saw was the approved paperwork for our marriage. I walked up to the table where it was sitting and read. âShota and Meiya Aizawa.â I would never get over seeing my name with his last name behind it. I went and took a shower, then chose one of my favorite long, flowery dresses to wear. As promised, I was back at our apartment soon, brining our marriage certificate and an already-packed box of clothes with me. When I got back to our apartment, I set the papers on the table, then headed back to our bedroom. I opened up the drawers in the dresser that were designated to be mine and began transferring some of my clothes when the bathroom door opened.
âCan you give me a hand?â I heard Sho ask. I turned to see him standing in the doorway wearing a button up shirt, holding the two ends of his black tie around his neck. I looked at him with raised eyebrows and smile. âYouâre dressing up?â I asked in a surprised tone. âTch, donât get used to it,â he grumbled, slightly embarrassed, making me smile even wider. I went over to him and tied his tie before looking him over. âPerfect,â I said, smiling up at his uncovered face, as his hair was halfway up. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously at me as he looked me over. He didnât need to say anything out loud for me to know he was complimenting me. âYou ready?â he asked, and I nodded. I slipped our papers carefully into my purse before we headed out of the apartment.
I held onto Shoâs arm as we walked together toward the transit station to go to the Aizawaâs residence. It wasnât terribly far from our apartment, but since we would have to make several stops today to see everyone, we decided to take public transportation. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest out of nervousness of seeing Shoâs parents. His mother had always been kind to me, but, frankly, his father scared me. He often wore an expressionless face or one with a small scowl to it, which is where Sho gets it fromâŠ. But unlike Shota, I have no idea how to read his fatherâs expressions, so I always feel like theyâre negative ones towards me. Sho mustâve noticed my hands fidgeting in my lap, as he put his hand on my knee and patted it reassuringly.
We arrived at the house and walked up to the door, with me at Shoâs side. He knocked on the door, and to our surprise, it was answered by Hizashi. âYOOOO!!!! Itâs way past lunchtime, I was starting to think ya were too busy to show up!!!!!â he said with a wink. I smiled at the surprise of seeing him, while Shoâs eyebrows furrowed. âWhat are you doing here?â he asked. âWe invited him and some others to come over and celebrate you two!â Shotaâs mother said, appearing at the door as Hizashi stepped to the side. âSome others?â I asked, as Shoâs mom stepped aside too, to reveal all our closest friends and family standing inside.
My mom, Hizashi, Shoâs parents, Tamashi, and also Oboâs parents were all standing inside. âEveryoneâs here!!â I said, excitedly grabbing onto Shoâs arm and looking up at him as we walked in. He looked around at everyone wide-eyed, apparently as surprised as I was. âYour mommas have been planning this little shindig, calling me nonstop to see if you were married yet. I got Tamashi to hit me up once the paperwork had been approved and then BOOM, here we are to celebrate you two lovebirds!â Hizashi explained in his usual animated fashion. I smiled a bit nervously and noticed Shota bow before everyone, so I joined him. âThank you all for coming,â he said before straightening himself. As we did so, Shoâs mom had her arms wrapped around both of us. âWelcome to the family, Mei,â she said kindly.
As she let go, her husband approached us, and I found myself bowing again, nervously. I eased up when I felt his gentle hand on my shoulder, so I straightened back up and looked at him. âI trust no one more than you to look after Shota. Stick with him,â he said, matter-of-factly, letting go of my shoulder. âNo matter how difficult he may be,â he added, looking judgmentally at his son, though somehow, I could make out the faintest hint of a smirk. I next locked eyes with my mother, who I went to with open arms, hugging her tightly. âIâm so excited for you both,â she said, as she tightly held me. I was doing fine with my emotions until I heard a slight quiver in her voice. âThank you, mom,â I said as she let me go and I wiped her eyes before wiping mine.
She then turned to Shota, still standing next to me. âPlease take care of our Mei,â she said, looking up at him, with her hand on his forearm. He smiled smally and nodded. âI will,â he said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye and subtly reaching for my hand to hold it. As mom stepped aside, Oboâs parents stepped forward, and I immediately began to feel the tears I had wiped come back. âOboro wouldâve been so happy for you⊠but we are too,â Momakumo said to me, her eyes glassy. I wrapped my arms around her, crying into her shoulder more than I had planned to. After she let go, I was soon wrapped in the arms of Papakumo, who was always like a dad to me. âSo happy for you, kiddo,â he said as he held me, kissing the top of my head
âOboro always respected you. He loved Mei as if she were his other half, but I know he would rest easy knowing that you are the one whoâs really her other half,â Oboâs dad then said to Shota. Sho smiled sadly at her and said, âI appreciate that,â shortly, but genuinely. I could tell he was sad, though he showed no signs of crying. I held onto his arm and squeezed it, letting him know I was with him through it. Hizashi was the next to approach us, with his demeanor more serious than it was upon our arrival. âWhile weâre on the topic⊠Obo wanted me to give this to you. We had been compiling it together just in case you guys ever got together,â he said, handing us a wooden box that I immediately recognized to have once belonged to Oboro.
I looked down at the box, and looked up to Shota, who gave me a nod as if to say, âyou open it.â I opened the box and saw around 10 or so polaroid photos from our school days. I blushed upon seeing the photo directly on top. We were on the rooftop, probably after lunch. Shota was laying flat on his back, sleeping, and I was sitting a bit away looking at him with my sketchbook and pencil in hand. âMei drawing her favorite subjectâ was what the caption in Oboâs handwriting said at the bottom of the photo. The next photo we pulled out was one where Sho and I got tangled together in his capture weapon during a class exercise. We were tied so tightly together that Ushiwaka-sensei had to cut the bonds to separate us. âTying the knot already lolâ the caption said.
Nearly all of the photos were candid, and I donât remember any of them being taken⊠Me falling asleep on Shotaâs shoulder on a bus ride, Shota and I studying together by ourselves at the library, me sharing my bento lunch with Sho⊠all with some kind of cheesy caption from Obo. âPoor boy doesnât know heâs in love.â âThe lovebirds on a study date.â âMeizawa.â was what a few of them read. âMeizawa?â I asked after getting to the photo with that caption, which was of me and Sho from behind, walking home from school together. âOh, yeah, thatâs the ship name we had for you two⊠quite a few of our classmates were in on it too,â Hizashi said, looking toward Tamashi, who was in our class. She nodded and said, âyeah, a lot of us thought you worked well together, and look at you now!â I looked up at Shota to see his reaction, and I could see a small hint of a smile. âThank you for passing this along to us,â Shota said sincerely, looking up from the box. I jumped into Hizashiâs arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. âThanks, Zashi⊠this is perfect,â I said as he hugged me back.
After he let go, I hugged Tamashi, thanking her for all her support through the years. âIâm going to miss you, roomie,â she said as I hugged her. âBut you belong with Shota,â she added, using his first name for the first time as she smiled at him. âOk, now that everyone has greeted our newlyweds, the festivities can begin!â Shoâs mom spoke up. âI heard that ramen was one of Mei and Shotaâs favorite things to eat together, so we have a ramen bar set up in the kitchen,â she added. âAnd when everyoneâs ramen has settled and their inner rockstar canât stay inside any longer, I brought my karaoke machine from the radio station to hook up,â Hizashi said to my delight. I heard Shota sigh. âOh noâŠâ he said, in his tired tone. âOh YESâŠâ I said, smirking up at him as I hugged him from the side, just so happy that he was my husband and that there was no escaping now.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Written In The Stars LX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)
A/N: We are almost over with book three which is amazing but also a bit scary like wow this is really going by so fast h e l p -Danny
Words: 4,552
Warnings: Yelling at kids and a tad of violence
Seriesâ Masterlist
Previous Chapter // Next Chapter
Chapter Nineteen: A Window to the Past.
"I found this at the base of the Whomping Willow. Very useful, Potter, I thank you..." Snape threw the cloak aside. "You're wondering, perhaps, how I knew you were here?  I've just been to your office, Lupin. You forgot to take your potion tonight, so I took a gobletful along. And very lucky I did... lucky for me, I mean. Lying on your desk was a certain map. One glance at it told me all I needed to know. I saw you running along this passageway and out of sight."
"Severus â"
"I've told the headmaster again and again that you're helping your old friend Black into the castle, Lupin, and here's the proof. Not even I dreamed you would have the nerve to use this old place as your hideout â"
"Severus, you're making a mistake, you haven't heard everything â I can explain â Sirius is not here to kill Harry â"
"Two more for Azkaban tonight," The man didn't care to listen. "I shall be interested to see how Dumbledore takes this... He was quite convinced you were harmless, you know, Lupin... a tame werewolf â"
"You foolâ Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?"
Thin, snakelike cords jumped from the end of Snape's wand and twisted around Lupin's mouth, wrists, and ankles; he fell to the floor.
"NO!" Mel ran towards him at the same time Black started toward Snape, but Snape pointed his wand straight between Black's eyes and Harry grabbed her wrist before she could move further.
"Give me a reason," Snape threatened. "Give me a reason to do it, and I swear I will."
"Professor Snape â it â it wouldn't hurt to hear what they've got to say, w â would it?" Hermione asked beside her.
"Miss Granger, you are already facing suspension from this school," Snape said harshly. "You, Potter, Dumbledore, and Weasley are out-of-bounds, in the company of a convicted murderer and a werewolf. For once in your life, hold your tongue."
"But if â if there was a mistake â"
"KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted. "DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
"DON'T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!" Mel yelled back, snatching her wrist from Harry's grip and raising her wand before she could think it through. "DON'T YOU EVER CALL HER STUPID AGAIN OR I'LLâ"
"WHAT?" He roared. "You'll knock me unconscious and then what, Miss Dumbledore?! The Headmaster will feel beyond proud once he finds out he brought up a scoundrel!"
"Better a scoundrel than a petty, feeble man!" Harry pulled down her arm harshly.
"What are you doing?" He hissed. "You believe them?"
"If Black were a dark wizard he would've tried to kill us already," She turned to the boy and tried to pull her arm away. "Let go."
"No."
"Harry, I'll hex you if I have toâ"
A short chuckle let out Black's mouth, he was looking at her from the corner of his eye, without completely turning away from Snape.
"You are your mother's daughter, Mel. But this isn't worth an expulsionâ lower the wand."
Mel wanted to hiss at him something like 'You really think I'll listen to you?' but Snape was faster.
"Vengeance is very sweet. How I hoped I would be the one to catch you..."
"The joke's on you again, Severus. As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle, I'll come quietly..."
"Up to the castle? I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black, pleased enough to give you a little kiss, I daresay..."
Black looked afraid for the first time that night.
"You â you've got to hear me out. The rat â look at the rat â"
"Come on, all of you," Snape ignored him. He clicked his fingers, and the ends of the cords that bound Lupin flew to his hands. "I'll drag the werewolf. Perhaps the dementors will have a kiss for him too â"
"The werewolf is my family and you won't drag him around like that," Mel growled, stepping forward between Lupin's body and the men in front of her.
Harry moved as well, but he crossed the room and blocked the door. He was a few feet away from her.
"Get out of the way, you're in enough trouble already," Snape spat. "If I hadn't been here to save your skin â"
"Professor Lupin could have killed me about a hundred times this year," Harry said. "And Mel about a thousand times more throughout her entire childhood. We've been alone with him loads of times, having defense lessons against the dementors. If he was helping Black, why didn't he just finish me off then?"
"Don't ask me to fathom the way a werewolf's mind works," hissed Snape. "Get out of the way, Potter."
"Stop calling him a werewolf, that's not all he is!" Mel's fist clenched. "He's as human as you are, and perhaps even better at it!"
"Perhaps," Snape said through gritted teeth, "they're right when they say women in your family go mental before coming of age."
She could've raised her wand and attack right at that instant... If it wasn't because Harry lost his temper at the same time.
"YOU'RE PATHETIC!" He yelled. "JUST BECAUSE THEY MADE A FOOL OF YOU AT SCHOOL YOU WON'T EVEN LISTEN â"
"SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!"
"YOU REFUSE TO SPEAK AT ALL!" Mel argued back.
"Like father, like son! The both of youâ have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee! You would have been well served if he'd killed you! You'd have died like your fathers, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black â now get out of the way, or I will make you. GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"Stupefy!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The children had raised their wands at the same time, all of them pointing at Snape. The man's body flew and crashed against a wall, blood starting to drip from his forehead. Mel's spell had come out stronger than expected, and if felt as if part of her energy had gone out with it as well.
"You shouldn't have done that," Black said. "You should have left him to me..."
"No offense, but you didn't have that under control," Mel stated, walking over to the bed and retrieving Snape's wand. "And he's rightâ I'm like my dad, I don't kneel for anybody."
"We attacked a teacher... We attacked a teacher..." Hermione panicked. "Oh, we're going to be in so much trouble â"
"You better take in the fact that we're expelled 'Mione," Mel shook her head, tiredly reaching for her uncle at the same time as Black.
They froze for a moment, then Mel nodded silently once and the man reached to untie her uncle.
"Thank you," He said to the children.
"I'm still not saying I believe you," Harry told Lupin. He looked at Mel, waiting for her opinion.
It was hard to wrap her head around it, but the way Snape had reacted was still fresh on her mind, he'd insulted her father's memory and if she was honest, if there was any chance that Lupin and Black could prove that what they did was rightâ if she could save Hermione from getting expelled (and to convince herself that her uncle was a good man) she had to take it.
"If he is who you say he is, then turn him back," Mel said in sort of child-like demand.
"All right, it's time we offered you some proof," said Lupin. "You, boy â give me Peter, please. Now."
"Come off it," Ron said weakly. "Are you trying to say he broke out of Azkaban just to get his hands on Scabbers? I mean... Okay, say Pettigrew could turn into a rat â there are millions of rats â how's he supposed to know which one he's after if he was locked up in Azkaban?"
"You know, Sirius, that's a fair questionâ How did you find out where he was?"
Black took out an old paper and showed it to them.
It was the photograph of Ron and his family that had appeared in the Daily Prophet the previous summer, and there, on Ron's shoulder, was Scabbers.
"How did you get this?" Lupin asked Black, thunderstruck.
"Fudge," said Black. "When he came to inspect Azkaban last year, he gave me his paper. And there was Peter, on the front page... on this boy's shoulder... I knew him at once... how many times had I seen him transform? And the caption said the boy would be going back to Hogwarts... to where Harry was..."
"My God," said Lupin softly, staring from Scabbers to the picture in the paper and back again. "His front paw..."
"What about it?" said Ron defiantly.
"He's got a toe missing," said Black.
"Of course," Lupin breathed. "So simple... so brilliant... he cut it off himself?"
"Just before he transformed," said Black. "When I cornered him, he yelled for the whole street to hear that I'd betrayed Lily and James. Then, before I could curse him, he blew apart the street with the wand behind his back, killed everyone within twenty feet of himself â and sped down into the sewer with the other rats..."
"Didn't you ever hear, Ron?" said Lupin. "The biggest bit of Peter they found was his finger."
"We've heard," Mel said bitterly.
"Look, Scabbers probably had a fight with another rat or something! He's been in my family for ages, right â"
"Twelve years, in factâ Didn't you ever wonder why he was living so long?"
"We â we've been taking good care of him!" said Ron.
"Not looking too good at the moment, though, is he?" Lupin insisted. "I'd guess he's been losing weight ever since he heard Sirius was on the loose again..."
"He's been scared of that mad cat!" said Ron.
"But Scabbers had been ill long before," Mel replied, knowing Harry and Hermione were thinking the same. "Remember? You bought the tonic for rats and that's how Hermione got Crookshanks..."
"This cat isn't mad," said Black. "He's the most intelligent of his kind I've ever met. He recognized Peter for what he was right away. And when he met me, he knew I was no dog. It was a while before he trusted me... Finally, I managed to communicate to him what I was after, and he's been helping me..."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"He tried to bring Peter to me, but couldn't... so he stole the passwords into Gryffindor Tower for me... As I understand it, he took them from a boy's bedside table..."
"Oh, Neville..." Mel sat down on the bed, feeling really, really drained.
"But Peter got wind of what was going on and ran for it... Â This cat â Crookshanks, did you call him? â told me Peter had left blood on the sheets... I supposed he bit himself... Well, faking his own death had worked once..."
"And why did he fake his death?" Harry demanded. "Because he knew you were about to kill him like you killed my parents!"
"No, Harry â"
"And now you've come to finish him off!"
"Yes, I have," said Black.
"Then I should've let Snape take you!" Â
"Snape's a nasty man," Mel frowned. "They deserve to explain themselvesâ And that's all they've been doing since we got here, do you honestly think we're in danger?"
"Harry," Lupin urged, "don't you see? All this time we've thought Sirius betrayed your parents, and Peter tracked him down â but it was the other way around, don't you see? Peter betrayed your mother and father and killed Matthew in the processâ Sirius tracked Peter down â"
"THAT'S NOT TRUE! HE WAS THEIR SECRET-KEEPER! HE SAID SO BEFORE YOU TURNED UP. HE SAID HE KILLED THEM!"
That one bit was true, but Black shook his head in what Mel could only think of as grief.
"Harry... I as good as killed them. I persuaded Lily and James to change to Peter at the last moment, persuaded them to use him as Secret-Keeper instead of me... I'm to blame, I know it. The night they died, I'd arranged to check on Peter, make sure he was still safe, but when I arrived at his hiding place, he'd gone. Yet there was no sign of a struggle. It didn't feel right. I was scared. I set out for your parents' house straight away. And when I saw their house, destroyed, and their bodies... I realized what Peter must've done... what I'd done..."
Friends dead, children abandoned. All because he'd trusted the wrong man.
Mel understood, more yet, she felt it the same way she could feel whether if an artifact had dark magic in it or not. She could sense his innocence, he lacked the darkness needed to cause that chaos.
"Enough of this," said Lupin. "There's one certain way to prove what really happened. Ron, give me that rat."
"What are you going to do with him if I give him to you?"
"Ron, come on..." Mel pleaded, rubbing her forehead to try and disappear the weariness.
"Force him to show himself," Lupin assured him. "If he really is a rat, it won't hurt him."
Ron handed it over.
"Thank you."
"Ready, Sirius?" Lupin inquired.
Black silently asked Mel for Snape's wand. She gave it up.
"Together?" He asked quietly.
"I think so... On the count of three. One â two â THREE!"
A flash of blue blinded her momentarily as she heard Ron shouts and the rat's squeals, she heard them until they stopped sounded like squeals, and more like human yells.
He was a very short man, hardly taller than Harry and Hermione. His thin, colorless hair was unkempt and there was a large bald patch on top. He had the shrunken appearance of a plump man who has lost a lot of weight in a short time. His skin looked grubby, almost like Scabbers's fur, and something of the rat lingered around his pointed nose and his very small, watery eyes. He looked around at them all, his breathing fast and shallow. Harry saw his eyes dart to the door and back again.
"Well, hello, Peter," said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. "Long time, no see."
"S â Sirius... R â Remus..." Even Pettigrew's voice was squeaky. Again, his eyes darted toward the door. "My friends... my old friends..."
Black's wand arm rose, but Lupin seized him around the wrist, gave him a warning look, then turned again to Pettigrew, his voice light and casual.
"We've been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily, James, and Matt died. You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed â"
"Remus, you don't believe him, do you..? He tried to kill me, Remus..."
"So we've heard. I'd like to clear up one or two little matters with you, Peter, if you'd be so â"
"He's come to try and kill me again! He killed them and now he's going to kill me too... You've got to help me, Remus..."
"No one's going to try and kill you until we've sorted a few things out," said Lupin.
"Sorted things out? I knew he'd come after me! I knew he'd be back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years!"
"You knew Sirius was going to break out of Azkaban?" Lupin frowned. "When nobody has ever done it before?"
"He's got dark powers the rest of us can only dream of! How else did he get out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him a few tricks!"
Black laughed again, he sounded so animal-like that she shrunk in her place fearfully.
"Voldemort, teach me tricks? What, scared to hear your old master's name?" said Black when he noticed the way Peter had flinched. "I don't blame you, Peter. His lot aren't very happy with you, are they?"
"Don't know what you mean, Sirius â"
"You haven't been hiding from me for twelve years. You've been hiding from Voldemort's old supporters. I heard things in Azkaban, Peter... They all think you're dead, or you'd have to answer to them... I've heard them screaming all sorts of things in their sleep. Sounds like they think the double-crosser double-crossed them. Voldemort went to the Potters' on your information and Voldemort met his downfall there. And not all Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they? There are still plenty out here, biding their time, pretending they've seen the error of their ways... If they ever got wind that you were still alive, Peter â"
"Don't know... what you're talking about... You don't believe this â this madness, Remus â"
"I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat."
"Innocent, but scared! If Voldemort's supporters were after me, it was because I put one of their best men in Azkaban â the spy, Sirius Black!"
"How dare you," Black growled. "I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter â I'll never understand why I didn't see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who'd look after you, didn't you? It used to be us... me and Remus... James and Mattâ Hell, even Emily had your back!"
"Me, a spy... must be out of your mind... never... don't know how you can say such a â"
"Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it! I thought it was the perfect plan... a bluff... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they'd use a weak, talentless thing like you... It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Pottersâ Not only that, but the youngest Dumbledores as well, father and daughter..."
Alarms were going off inside her mind but she felt too tired to fight them, she supported her head against Harry's side, still sitting on the bed, and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Professor Lupin?" said Hermione timidly. "Can â can I say something?"
"Certainly, Hermione," said Lupin courteously.
"Well â Scabbers â I mean, this â this man â he's been sleeping in Harry's dormitory for three years. If he's working for You- Know-Who, how come he never tried to hurt Harry before now?"
"There!" said Pettigrew shrilly, pointing at Ron with his maimed hand. "Thank you! You see, Remus? I have never hurt a hair of Harry's head! Why should I?"
"I'll tell you why," said Black. "Because you never did anything for anyone unless you could see what was in it for you. Voldemort's been in hiding for fifteen years, they say he's half dead. You weren't about to commit murder right under Albus Dumbledore's nose, for a wreck of a wizard who'd lost all of his power, were you? You'd want to be quite sure he was the biggest bully in the playground before you went back to him, wouldn't you? Why else did you find a wizard family to take you in? Keeping an ear out for news, weren't you, Peter? Just in case your old protector regained strength, and it was safe to rejoin him..."
Pettigrew opened his mouth and closed it several times. He seemed to have lost the ability to talk.
"Er â Mr. Black â Sirius?" said Hermione.
Black jumped at being addressed like this and stared at Hermione as though he had never seen anything quite like her.
"If you don't mind me asking, how â how did you get out of Azkaban, if you didn't use Dark Magic?"
Mel wanted to say 'Mione, always bringing up the best questions' but she could barely muster a smile. Merlin, why was she so tired?
"Thank you!" Pettigrew squeaked. "Exactly! Precisely what I â"
But Lupin silenced him with a look. Black was frowning slightly at Hermione, but not as though he were annoyed with her. He seemed to be pondering his answer.
"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn't a happy thought, so the dementors couldn't suck it out of me... but it kept me sane and knowing who I am... helped me keep my powers... so when it all became... too much... I could transform in my cell... become a dog. Dementors can't see, you know..." He swallowed. "They feel their way toward people by feeding off their emotions... They could tell that my feelings were less â less human, less complex when I was a dog... but they thought, of course, that I was losing my mind like everyone else in there, so it didn't trouble them. But I was weak, very weak, and I had no hope of driving them away from me without a wand...
"But then I saw Peter in that picture... I realized he was at Hogwarts with Harry... perfectly positioned to act, if one hint reached his ears that the Dark Side was gathering strength again..."
Mel decided to believe them, she believed because they were okay with telling a truth that had weighed on them for a long time meanwhile Pettigrew was eager to squirm away from it, he seemed small and helpless, ready to jump on anyone's throat if given the chance.
"...ready to strike at the moment he could be sure of allies... and to deliver the last Potter and Dumbledore to them. If he gave them Harry and Mel who'd dare say he'd betrayed Lord Voldemort? He'd be welcomed back with honors... So you see, I had to do something. I was the only one who knew Peter was still alive..."
"It was as if someone had lit a fire in my head, and the dementors couldn't destroy it... It wasn't a happy feeling... it was an obsession... but it gave me strength, it cleared my mind. So, one night when they opened my door to bring food, I slipped past them as a dog... It's so much harder for them to sense animal emotions that they were confused... I was thin, very thin... thin enough to slip through the bars... I swam as a dog back to the mainland... I journeyed north and slipped into the Hogwarts grounds as a dog. I've been living in the forest ever since, except when I came to watch the Quidditch, of course. You fly as well as your father did, Harry..."
She finally looked up at Harry, he was holding Black's stare, no hesitation in his eyes.
"Believe me," Black was looking intently to the both of them. "Believe me. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed any of them."
Harry looked down at her and she immediately knew what he was thinking. That ache on Black's voice... it resembled so much the one they felt whenever one of them was in dangerâ the anguish she drowned in when Harry was about to die in Salazar's chamber, Â or Harry's when he thought Quirrel had killed her.
"We believe you," Mel said. Harry nodded as a reply.
"No!" Pettigrew fell to his knees and crawled over to Black.
"Sirius â it's me... it's Peter... your friend... you wouldn't..."
"There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them," Black spat.
"Remus!" Pettigrew squeaked. "You don't believe this... wouldn't Sirius have told you they'd changed the plan?"
"Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter. I assume that's why you didn't tell me, Sirius?"
"Forgive me, Remus," Black pleaded.
"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend," said Lupin. "And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?"
"Of course," said Black, smiling weakly. "Shall we kill him together?"
Mel looked up. That wasn't what she was expecting to hear them say.
"Yes, I think so," Lupin replied lowly.
"You wouldn't... you won't..." gasped Pettigrew. And he turned to Ron. "Ron... haven't I been a good friend... a good pet? You won't let them kill me, Ron, will you... you're on my side, aren't you?"
"I let you sleep in my bed !" He exclaimed in disgust.
"Kind boy... kind master...you won't let them do it... I was your rat... I was a good pet..."
"If you made a better rat than a human, it's not much to boast about, Peter," said Black.
It was Hermione's turn.
"Sweet girl... clever girl... you â you won't let them... Help me..."
"Don't touch her!" Mel stood up but immediately regretted her decision as the world started to turn upside down.
Harry put an arm around her waist and called her name with worry. She didn't respond.
Pettigrew crawled over to them.
"Harry... Harry... you look just like your father... just like him... Mel..."
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY? HOW DARE YOU FACE THEM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES AND MATT IN FRONT OF THEM?"
"Harry," Pettigrew, insisted. She felt her body being pulled away from the man, Harry's arms around her waist to keep her steady. "Harry, James wouldn't have wanted me killed... James would have understood, Harry... he would have shown me mercy..."
Harry ignored him, his attention still on her.
"Mel," He continued. "Talk to me..."
"I'm all right," She mumbled, fighting against her dizziness.
"You sold Lily and James to Voldemort," said Black to Pettigrew. "Do you deny it?"
"Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done?" Pettigrew finally burst into tears. "The Dark Lordâ you have no idea... he has weapons you can't imagine... I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you, Remus, Matt, and James. I never meant it to happen... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me â"
"DON'T LIE! YOU'D BEEN PASSING INFORMATION TO HIM FOR A YEAR BEFORE LILY, JAMES AND MATT DIED! YOU WERE HIS SPY!"
"He â he was taking over everywhere!" gasped Pettigrew. "Wh â what was there to be gained by refusing him?"
"What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?" said Black, with a terribly fury in his face. "Only innocent lives, Peter!"
"You don't understand!" whined Pettigrew. "He would have killed me, Sirius!"
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!"
Black and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder, wands raised.
"You should have realized," said Lupin quietly, "if Voldemort didn't kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter."
Only then Harry returned his attention to the scene unfolding in front of him.
"NO!" Harry yelled.
Mel stepped away and sat back on the bed, Hermione immediately sitting beside her to see if there was anything she could do. At the same time, Harry had taken a few large steps to stand between the three men.
"You can't kill him... You can't."
Next Chapter â>
Taglist.
@tiphareth2018 @vampiregirl1797 @siriuslysirius1107 @celestialhayi @mikariell95 @thesuitelifeofafangirl @kylosleftbuttcheek @steve-thotgers @tomshollandz @reverse-hxlland @bloodorangemoonlight @omiwashere
#twoidiots writing#hp fanfic#Harry Potter#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter xoc#ron weasley#hermione granger#severus snape#remus lupin#Sirius Black#WITT fic
25 notes
·
View notes
Text
26. I Hate This Fandom, and I Hate All of You
I absolutely stole this line from an old friend in the Glee fandom, because itâs one that I think about EVERY TIME a fandom gets on my nerves, much the way that even this fandom does and in particular Simon stans. Idk what to tell yâall if yâall feel some type of way... be better people. ANYWHO! Shoutout to my friend for a quote that still means a lot to me 10 years later. Word Count: 4119
Previous
There was a lot of buzz surrounding the mini vacation for Simonâs birthday. Their families were together in Belize. Simonâs photos only reflected Simon either being with Grace and Hazel on the trip, or Grace. For the type to hyperfixate and go through everyoneâs pages, they could find entire group photos and stuff on Mr. Laurentâs and Mrs. Monroeâs pages as Mr. Monroe didnât have social media and Mrs. Laurentâs wasnât sophisticated (inspirational quotes and recipes and DIYs that she was never going to actually try). Simonâs selected photos always looked like professional stills of the scenery, candids and capturing all the beauty possible, while Grace took hundreds of photos of everything from hijinks and mishaps to food to selfies, and they always just looked like somebody living her best life.
But, someone asked, âAre you in Belize with Grace Monroe?â on Simonâs photo of a pair two pairs of bare feet in the dirt - one an older person, dark brown skin, several scars from previous damages and new callouses, and a younger personâs lighter brown skin and cutesy temporary tattoos on the base of their feet.Â
âGrounding, also called earthing, is a therapeutic technique that involves doing activities that âgroundâ or electrically reconnect you to the earth. This practice relies on earthing science and grounding physics to explain how electrical charges from the earth can have positive effects on your body.â Simon had put as the caption. In the same photo set, you could see an image of his own feet in the dirt, and...
âThese are Grace and Hazel Monroeâs feet, right???â When they flipped through the set, there was near the end of several pictures of the landscape and sky, silhouettes of two people in the sunset - remarkably shaped like Grace and Hazel dancing in the dirt.
âOMG OGM GOM MOG MG OOMGâŠâ
âSimon and Grace are BACK ON yâall!â
âGrace is letting Simon post photos of her! You all know that sheâs very secretive about Simon these days, and now theyâre in Belize and heâs posting photos! We WON everybody!â
âGRACE???â
Graceâs comments were a little bit less like that. A little bit. She had almost forgotten how âSimonâs fansâ could get. She had looked up one of those âfoods to order when youâre in Belizeâ articles and gotten everything on the list, took a photo of the table top and captioned, âAbout to go IN!â And less than a few moments later, had SO MANY, âAre you with Simon/Simon is gonna eat most of that/Save some for Simon/What did Simon order/So jealous that you get to eat all of that! Save room for desert AKA Simon!â That was the point where she decided to go on a comments black out. There could be no more comments on whatever photos that she took for the rest of the trip. Simon left his open, though. It blew his mind that half a year ago, people were telling him that they were disappointed in him for hurting Grace and lying about it, or that they were disappointed in him for trusting Grace again after everything, and now SOME of those very same people were extremely excited just to see them having brunch together that they were already working on wedding date headcanons and pregnancy foreshadowing. This entertained him. Grace wasnât as much of a fan and contacted Hazelâs social media rep to ensure that any comments or questions about Simon were promptly deleted from any of her pages. Sometimes, they did that too. That was less amusing to Simon. He really believed that kids should be left out of things like that.
Simon knew that he was the reason that they didnât last, as friends or otherwise and he had come to terms with that, but he still wanted her to be able to forgive him someday, trust him again and let him be a part of her life. This wasnât her intention with this trip, so he definitely couldnât take it as a sign. She was enjoying Belize with her daughter and making the most of the fact that her parents had foolishly invited him along, thinking it could be beneficial in some way. That didnât mean that he wasnât going to enjoy his limited time with her to the fullest.Â
Plus, he and Hazel had made some small steps to acceptance on her tour of their memory lane. Surprisingly to him, Grace was very open with Hazel about her wrongs. She did tell her about how she fought and hunted down Simonâs bullies, how she stabbed one with a fork and kept it just to remind herself of that day. She told her things that Simon never would have wanted to ever let his kids know that he had done. Hazel just hugged her, told her that she understood her pain better now and that she was proud of her for being able to be a good and strong person now. She posted something about her mom being her hero and being so glad that she had somebody like her in her life. It was really cute.Â
Simon went to follow her on her social media and someone even noticed THAT. âSimon Laurent is now following Hazel Monroe on like everything!â They posted with screenshots of his name following each account and an eyeballs emoji. He⊠blocked the person. He didnât block people very much, but where Hazel was concerned, he didnât want any of his stuff to bleed over into her space. Grace wouldnât like that and he didnât like it, either.Â
He and Hazel had spoken about the charm bracelet. She had been chronicling the charms with their stories, and said something like, âI feel like Iâm wearing a sacred relic on my wrist.âÂ
âSpeaking ofâŠâ Simon had said, and reached into his satchel. âI made you copies of somethingâŠâÂ
He showed her some pages of what could ONLY be two Esmoroth books and she squealed, hugged them to herself and stuck them in her own tote. âExpect my notes on them, soon.â He gave her a salute. Grace watched them interact and she couldnât remember many moments that he talked to kids - like she had seen him at work with them and even sometimes whenever she caught part of one of his scouts things, but seeing him and Hazel sort of bonding affected her. She was equal parts cautious and soft. Simon seemed genuine though, and that only became more noticeable during the trip.
He was doing stuff like making sure she was walking on the inside when they went down streets, reflexively shielding her in crowds, helping her over, up onto stuff whenever she looked like she might struggle - things that Grace would normally do/try to do but wait it out to see if Hazel could do it herself or ask her if she needed help. Simon jumped into action and it didnât seem to bother Hazel, so Grace was able to watch her get babied a little bit. It was cute. She snapped several photos, just for herself, though.Â
They got back to the villa to see that Mrs. Monroe had arranged another dinner. âThis woman, I swear,â Grace mumbled. Simon laughed a little.Â
Mrs. Monroe announced, âWe had a spa day and I got the Laurents makeovers. The three of you get washed up and dressed. The photographer is already here and I donât want him to catch you three looking like⊠This.â she circled her hands at them, then waved them off.Â
âWhat⊠should I wear?â Simon asked as they walked off.
âIâve set your outfits out!â Mrs. Monroe called at his back, âAll of you!âÂ
âI really feel like Iâm 15 again,â Grace said shaking her head. Simon let out a grunt of agreement.Â
Hazel wondered, âThis is what 15 feels like???â Not her 15. Grace was NEVER gonna do this type of stuff to her. But, the occasional bossiness of GlamMother Monroe would be fine. ONLY on occasion.Â
They reconvened with the family on the patio, overlooking the water as they were relaxed enough to not be as uncomfortable as at the birthday dinner. Hazel and Simon were talking about how far along she had gotten in his book, which she had her copy of at the table and was going over notes so far (she was pleased with where it was going and she enjoyed the angst between the Future King and the Idol Princess, âA lot more than I would have before everything I learned about you and my mom,â Grace heard her say.Â
âDo you want more?â Grace heard an unfamiliar voice ask.Â
She turned to see Mrs. Laurent staring at her with gray eyes⊠Simonâs eyes. Ugh⊠This is where he got those? She forced a smile and shrugged, âSomeday.â
The woman leaned closer to her and said, âIt gets tougher whenever thereâs another. You have a hard time juggling the same amount of love that you have in you between more bodies.â
âI donât think Iâll have that problem, but Iâm going to take everything that the professionals say into consideration whenever I begin to think about expanding the family.â
âSimon was really easy. You just give him a little block set or something to build and he would leave you alone for hours. His sister needed constant attention. She just couldnât stand not being focused on. I could easily leave Simon alone for half a day whenever he was 6. Hope couldnât be left for a couple of hours, even having someone there with herâŠâ
âLeave her alone,â they heard Simon growl at his mother in a low voice. The woman frowned and sat back in her seat. âAre you okay, Grace?â Simon looked at Graceâs hands clutching the table. She looked at them too, and released her grip, then saw Hazel, looking at her concerned and looking at Mrs. Laurent suspiciously.
âYeah. She was just talking about motherhood.â
âAbout how she was terrible at it?â Simon asked.
âSimonâŠâ Grace started.
But Hazel interjected, âNot everybody has a mom like you, Grace.â
âMy mom isnât perfectâŠâ
âI think she meant a mom who is like you,â Simon said. Hazel nodded. âSome of us got hit a lot and yelled at, called namesâŠâ
âAbandoned in a field for daysâŠâHazel added. âNot to say that GlamMother was better! Just⊠sometimes itâs harder to trust people again, depending on what they did and well⊠as a mommy, doing bad stuff to your kid makes it so hard to even be nice.â
Grace nodded and adjusted Hazelâs braids. She had braided her hair whenever they were on the plane, to pass the time on the long flight. âI understand. Iâve been hurt by somebody that I thought really loved me beforeâŠâ Simon blinked and turned away. Hazel gave him a sympathetic glance. Grace added, âBut, Iâm really trying not to be angry with them forever, and I think maybe our moms might be able to inherit a little bit of the same kind of forgiveness that we would want from others.â
Hazel scoffed, âShe is definitely talking to you, Simon. Thereâs no way Iâm forgiving any time soon.â
Simon said, âNoted,â and stared into his cup. He sat for a while longer and then took his cup and left the table. Hazel lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at Grace.Â
Mrs. Laurent offered, âHeâs always been really sensitive. Iâll goâŠâ
âNo,â Grace said. âYou⊠stay.â She stood up, glanced at Mrs. Laurent, slid Hazelâs chair away from her a little, basically letting Hazel know not to engage with that woman (though Hazel seemed to be the only person that the woman was kind hearted to, probably reminded her of her daughter or something). Grace found Simon pacing and clenching his fists. She turned to leave. This was a private moment, but he glanced up, saw her and stopped moving. She winced and clasped her hands together, âI was coming to check on you.â He relaxed a little and sat down on the nearby stairs.Â
She leaned against the rail and explained, âIâm not saying that you have to forgive your mom if you want me to forgive you. Thatâs not what I meant to convey. I just mean⊠that I try to think about things from the other personâs shoes a lot more than I used to. I remember right before I snapped, I asked my mom if you really believed all of the things you said about me, or if you were just a really good liar. I still donât really know for sure what the answer is and I donât think you do, either. And, whenever we donât even fully know ourselves, how can we possibly know what others are going through? For all I know, youâre in the most pain that has ever pained anyone. I couldnât say. What I can say is that I wonât let your pain be an excuse to hurt me, and as long as you arenât hurting me, I see no reason to punish you.â She sat next to him. âBut, maybe you and your mom canât be like that, and thatâs valid. I was just throwing something out in the air. I probably should have thought it through.â
âItâs true though. The stuff I did is just as unforgivable as the stuff she did. How can I expect you to ever trust me again when Iâm not willing to do the same with her?â
âI mean⊠you and me are different people. You and her are different people. Not everything is interchangeable.â
âAny time Iâm near Hazel, you look like at any moment, you expect me to throw her into the ocean. It feels really bad, but I get it. So⊠I know that she MIGHT be hurting too. Itâs just⊠so hard. And to think that this is the way that I make you feel when Iâm around, trying to pretend that Iâm normal⊠Itâs the most painful part. What can I do though? I made it this way. I did things that canât be undone. Even in trying to rectify it, thatâs just⊠treating an injury. Iâll never be able to remove the scars.â He had tears falling down his face, which he wiped away before she could have the chance to feel bad. âAnd youâre the last person that I should be whining to about it, because youâre the victim in this story.â
âA survivor,â she corrected. âWho has chosen to try to understand. Letâs give each other a little more space. We went around town, living in the old days and that maybe threw us a bit out of realityâs orbit. You were fine before we hung out..â He opened his mouth to debate, but she caught herself and corrected, âWell, not fine, but better. And⊠you need to get increasingly better. Until youâre well.â She got up and he watched her go back out and collect Hazel. They turned in early that night. He went back out to talk to his momâŠÂ
.
The Laurents were awake early and the only ones in the kitchen with Hazel whenever Grace emerged from their quarters. Mr. Laurent had made pancakes and eggs, and Hazel was stuffing her face and reading. Simon was next to her, ready to protect her, if he had to, while his mother was nursing a cup of coffee with a full, cold plate in front of her. âGood morning!â Grace cheered and kissed Hazel on top of the head, then Simon, though she awkwardly cringed after she did. He blushed, but didnât make a big deal out of it. Yeah, she requested space, but she was also always affectionate and they had been around each other a lot the past few days.Â
âGood morning,â Mr. Laurent said. âPlenty of pancakes and eggs!âÂ
âIâm having breakfast with my parents, but thank you for the offer,â she said in a fake sweet voice. âHazel, why donât you go get ready for the day. Weâre spending it with your grands.â
âYes!!! They give the BEST day out presents!â Grace sat down, and Simon noticed that with the off the shoulders blouse she had on, he could see the tan marks on her now even darker brown skin. He⊠liked tan marks. And⊠her hair smelled really good. Her lips looked so moist⊠She squinted her eyes at him and he quickly turned away and grabbed his plate and Hazelâs to clear them from the table.Â
âWhat do you all have planned for the day?â She asked.
âIâm going to take Samantha to the beach,â Simon said.Â
âIf you can find her. I told you to keep her in her crate,â Mrs. Laurent said.
âI let her out in my quarters, not in the entire villa. Sheâs somewhere in my space,â he said. They had been bickering. He told her that he was trying to forgive her, because forgiving her might mean being able to forgive himself for the things that he had done. She told him that even if she tried for the rest of her life, she couldnât forgive him for what he did to Hope⊠So⊠They werenât any closer to whatever it was Grace was at in her growth journey. âI might do something with my hair,â Simon said, shrugging his shoulders as he washed dishes and returning his attention to Graceâs question. âSince I have that patch on the side from getting kicked in the head, I sort of want to do something Viking looking or elvish⊠Maybe a braid and a side do.â
âThat sounds hot,â Grace said. He blushed again. âThere might be something in Hazelâs Celtic book! There were some hairstyles in there. She carries the thing around a lot. Every since we found out that she had it in her DNA, sheâs sorta been obsessed with Celtic history and the fact that thereâs hazel tree lore is her favorite coincidence in the world.â Simon smiled and put the clean dishes away.Â
âSheâs a great kid. Youâre doing great with her.â
âItâs really not that hard. I just love her a lot and always try to give her whatâs best for her and trust her to let me know if she doesnât agree with whatâs best for her⊠which isnât often, at all. I worry that she sometimes maybe has too much emotional maturity. Like, if I shouldnât coddle her a little moreâŠâ She bit her lip. âLike⊠how can you even tell when itâs whatâs best?â
âShe is happy and healthy. I trust that you do whatâs best.â He cut his eyes at his mother and dismissed himself just as Hazel returned. They high fived each other when they crossed paths and Grace got up so that they could leave. Sheâd meet her parents elsewhere later. She couldnât just stay in there with the Laurents, no matter how nice they were maybe trying to be.
.
She and Simon did well enough keeping their space through the rest of the trip. By Monday morning, when they were all back home, Grace wondered if Hazel needed a day to recover, but she was SO READY to get to school and brag to her friends about how she had been given drafts of the next two books of Esmoroth and how she wouldnât tell them what happened and they would be SO jealous and think sheâs SO cool. âThey might even think that Iâm lying. Thatâs why I have photos of me and Simon, with both of the drafts. Theyâre gonna be extremely, extremely envious.â
Grace laughed, âWhy do you want your friends to be envious?â
âBecause, thatâs how you know itâs the good stuff.â Hazel still had her braids in. They probably wouldnât last as long as that style would in Graceâs head, but Grace estimated she still had a few weeks before they would have to take them down. Also, Grace noticed that after giving Simon the leaf in her hair whenever they went to get on their planes home⊠She hadnât replaced it. She put in one of her leaf clips and almost left the door without Grace! Grace caught up with her and the girl was as lively as ever. Grace didnât have that same enthusiasm.Â
The weekend was exhausting for her. Seeing her parents wore her out. Seeing them, the Laurents, and specifically Simon? She was about to sleep this entire day, until it was time to meet up with Hazel afterschool. Back in her own bed, with her own energy in her space, her own schedule and company (or lack thereof) it was great.Â
.
 Simon had went live while he was working on styling his hair, to clear up all of the rumors about he and Grace rekindling their romance, which essentially boiled down to, âGrace and I are not together. We arenât even friends again. The Monroes were nice enough to treat my family to a vacation for my birthday. I love, admire, adore, worship, would die for Grace, but Iâve done too much stuff for her to ever trust me again and I have to be okay with that, so all of you should be, too.â
Grace didnât know until Hazel told her that Forgive Him Grace and Groveling for Grace were a thing. She watched the video and was amazed that they had taken his words and decided to do the complete opposite, because of course they did! She merely made a post, with no tags or links that said, âI hate this fandom, and I hate all of you.â Some were in the comments laughing, because they knew exactly what she was talking about. Some were asking her what fandom it was and offering words of kindness. Some were just flooding it with those stupid hashtags.Â
Simon messaged her to apologize and insist that he didnât mean for THIS to happen. She turned it into a video call, which he immediately picked up.
âYour followers have always been a very⊠special kind. Unreasonable. Stubborn. Obsessively defensive, even when you absolutely donât deserve it.â He looked embarrassed. âYou trained them too well. Jeesh.â
âTheyâre literally a little cult on the internet,â he said.
âYup. They better not be bothering my baby.â
âNo. I shut that shit down the moment I see it. I actually pinned an exile list to the top of my pages specifically for that.â
She checked and saw âFor troubling Hazel Monroe, you will be exiled and your name will go upon this wall of shame.â It was followed by a list of names of people he blocked and at the bottom, âLeave her alone or you wonât be welcome here.âÂ
âThis is kinda adorable,â she said. âI love how you are with her. It means a lot to me.â
âYou mean a lot to me, so she does too,â he said. She bit her lip and blew air through her lips. He smiled. âI love that you still do that. I was counting the similarities and differences.â
âIâd love to hear what you came up with!â She said.
âOkay. Similarities: You still do that brrrr thing with your mouth when youâre thinking or uncomfortable. You still play with peopleâs hair as a show of affection. You playfully tugged on Hazelâs braids so many times! Your feet still bother you⊠though they seem to be giving you more trouble than before. You still try to play nice with people and speak sweetly⊠Differences: Youâre more confident. Not that you were insecure before, but you used to care what people think about you and now, you just donât. Itâs really sexy.â She blushed. âYouâre independent. You donât need anybody else and you used to always want somebody around. Like, you love Hazel and keep her close, but I can tell that you also allow her freedom and donât demand her obedience like your parents did to you. And youâre⊠everything. I canât believe that I convinced myself that you were nothing. Youâre everything, and I would do anything for you.â They both just stared at each other a while.Â
âWell⊠Thatâs a nice thought. Iâll think of you if I need anything.â
âOr if you want anythingâŠ. Anything at all, Grace. I swear.â
âOkay. Iâll talk to you soon. Get your followers together!â
âIâm on it,â he said and rested his chin on his hands. She exited the conversation and took a deep breath. She didnât know what he meant by any of that, but she had a feeling that it would be clear soon. Simon never made a declaration that he wasnât going to come through about. Even ânewâ Simon.Â
Next
#If They Didn't Get on the Train#AU Infinity Train#Infinity Train#Nesha Fanfiction#Infinity Train Fanfiction#fics
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
34. Part 6
I shuddered at the thought, the thought of me having to play mother to a child that isnât even mine. I hope she gathers herself for her child ânot going to lie but even if I was angry with Chris, and I was hurt. I wouldnât be bothered. I would take my child and be happy. I hope she acts right, Iâm not for kids being hurt but if she goes bad and doesnât take care of him and then Chris is gonna look to me, and then whatâ I said to Mel âyou married a man with kids Robyn, it could happen but donât wish these things into existence but I think that bitch is mentally unstable anyway, itâs scary. How she snapped at that boy, but I wouldnât mind Roro being here, sheâs such a happy child. That is what I like about her. I mean I think with him he may have been brainwashed with her ways; you know!?â Mel ainât wrong âIâm not sure about him at all, Chris doesnât have that bond anyways but if Chris ends up going court and then wins more rights over his son then I wanted, then Iâm kind of not going to be happyâ Mel snorted laughing âbe nice to the bitch thenâ side eyeing Mel ânah, she ainât getting my money, she can fuck herself. Chris is just not rubbing my feet right now, heâs here on his phone. He needs to be like me, not care for my phoneâ I huffed out âbut I think you may need to have that thought in your mind and accept what may happen, you know?â Mel is right âlet me check on what heâs doing, I donât want people upsetting him. He likes to read into things, I need his page deleting againâ walking around the counter slowly, he has not moved away from his phone at all. The thing is people love to harass Chris because they know he takes it to heart, and cares because Chris was looking at me with puppy dog eyes and then I spoke. That bitch is a bully, and I wonât have it, he just wants to a quiet life. Chris is not weak, never that but he just wants a quiet life that he pays the bitch money, like now. Sheâs using Aeko as a ploy to get to him. I know his son wonât go hungry; he will be ok. I am keeping the care packages; I donât even care about that. I donât know where that bitch is mentally, but if things get bad Iâm gonna have to have that child here. Iâm not a bad person but still, I rather not.
Resting my arm on Chrisâ shoulder looking down at his phone, why is my husband like this. Why does he have to get himself caught up on Instagram, pressing a kiss to the back of his head âwhat are you doing? We are supposed to be going upstairsâ this man is staring at his tagged pictures âhuhâ he looked up at me âwhat is it? Talk to me, why are you staring at your phone and not looking at me? Itâs our timeâ he poked his lower lip out âthey are saying mean things?â I think they are âFenty isnât mine, they are saying how ugly I was as a baby when your forehead was bigger than my phone screen, and apparently my mom liked a post but like what if she didnât read the captionâ I sighed out âdelete Instagram, you was happier without it. I want you to delete it, once you can handle the shit people say then you can go back on it. I donât want to treat you like a child but itâs not good for your mental being when you are trying to better yourself, people are gonna tag you in shit. Itâs bullying, they always do it to you. What did your mom like, tell me?â I rather we speak on it then just leaving it alone âthat Rihanna got what she wanted, a baby. She will throw him soon, DNA test neededâ rolling my eyes âDelete your Instagram, you donât need this negativityâ Joyce is asking for a beating from me, she is digging into this hole that she canât escape âRobyn, Tina is on the phone, Joyce is trying to contact you?â Frowning at Dennis, Joyce is trying to call be âJoyce who?â Walking of towards Dennis and see what the fuck is up âmy mom?â Chris said behind me, that boy adores his mom and sheâs a bitch âis on mute?â I asked Dennis following him into the living room âyeah, Tina called and was like is Robyn there because if so Joyce is on the phone, i said who? She said Chrisâ mother, I mean she has Chrisâ number right?â Looking behind me and I knew Chris would be behind me following me, I didnât want him too, but he did, I donât blame him because it is his mother.
Taking my phone from Dennis, taking in a deep breath before answering âTinaâ I said âsheâs muted but she called on withheld and she said she got in touch with your manager, Iâm like Robyn is her own boss so chile, I donât know. But your publicist called me, but can I put her through?â Tina said âbut what does she want? Didnât she say what the issue was? She has her sonâ number, I donât get that she rang you like thisâ turning to Chris all in my space âChris, I am going to go into another room, private. This is a private talk between us, and I donât want you to be upset about shit yeah, then I mean it. We are going! Let the world go to shit, I donât care. One minute Tinaâ moving my phone away from my ear âbut I would like to hear what she has to say, itâs not fair, why didnât she ring me. Why am I being penalised, for what!?â he spat âbecause she is what she is, I promise I will tell you what she says, do you trust me?â I asked âI do but I want to hearâ he is hard headed but so can I âif you trust me then you will let me go and I will be back to tell you, I would not let her ever disrespect you but I canât concentrate on this call and see your sad face, you knowâ Chris has this sad face now because heâs been reading shit âfine, you better tell her that she is hurting meâ nodding my head âI will, just wait here. I will be backâ walking by Chris âyeah so Tina, did she mention anything to you? Like what the fuck this is about!?â I would like to know anything before I answer this call ânothing, just that can I speak to Robyn, I did say she is busy and she said with my son then it clicked on who she is, Chrisâ mother so yeahâ rolling my eyes âok put her throughâ I will go into the second living area, hopefully Chris stays put.
Sitting down on the couch âyou calledâ I said, she is being awfully quiet for a woman that called me âI have never been an evil person Robyn, I love. I love everything and everyone, and you have married my son I seeâ she said âhe married me, he purposed to me. I didnât kidnap your son, clearly you think I brainwashed your grown ass son. He made his decisionâ I donât want to snap at her âhe is brainwashed when it comes to you, you had sex with him unprotected knowing full well what you wantedâ and she says she is nice âwhat I wanted? Oh yes, I wanted to be the third baby mother, I wanted to be caught up in Chrisâ issues, I wanted to play step mother, yes I wanted to deal with Chrisâ bipolar and his odd ways, yes I wanted that. I wanted to heal Chris from his past because he hasnât healed himself because nobody fucking cared to do it, yes Joyce! I wanted that, any sane bitch would just do what that bitch in Germany has done, oh you are just vile. Why the fuck would I wait all these years of my life to be in this situation!? Huh? Riddle me this, why is it youâre still stuck on the fact I stole your son? I didnât steal Joyce, I took a broken man that was stuck on drugs and because I love him, if it wasnât love he would be on the fucking streets and he would be a sperm donor, fuck!â I snapped, I just couldnât hold back on that âyou one big deluded birdâ I need to not be rude âyou got that bitch crying itâs love, and you crying I stole a boy you didnât care about! Yes he is an adult, you right Joyce, he is a grown adult that his own mother failed him, I mean I am mothering him, oh wow. I am angry at you! I should be telling you, you stole your sonâ adulthood because you shipped him off in his childhood to New Jersey because you couldnât handle him, you leave him alone Joyce. You called me for what!? Hurt that I married him, mhmm. You can also stop using his name to sell your old people clothing, nobody wants those tacky shits, you also are on the list to not use his name. Only me, his daughters, his son will use his name. You! Let me find out you do, youâre getting sued, I suggest you sign those papers too Joyce!â the phone disconnected, just like that she ran off, I will not put up with shit.
I have known Chris since we were teenagers, I know everything about him, and I fucking know everything. His mother couldnât handle him, she shipped him off. How can she allow her son to have sex as a child, I would like to murder her to be honest and they expect him to be sane. Fuck that, but that is done now. Getting up from the couch, I am done and if I get another issue now I am going to scream. I want to have some peace with Chris, no drama. I opened the door and Chris was already stood there âyou donât listen do youâ tilting my head a little âyou know me, you was sticking by me, like you out here dishing out gag orders on peopleâ I chuckled âChris, youâre my husband. I will be doing what I can, I am always doing something. I am sticking by you, like you do me. Itâs ok, no evil will come between us. She will be coming to you Chris; she will want you ok?â Chris nodded his head âdid you delete your Instagram?â that is the first thing âyeah, I turned my phone off too. Mel said it was be best if I did. Too much drama happening now, like people are all up in the air about it. Us being marriedâ smiling at Chris âthat is fine, I need to give my phone Dennis then we are going upstairs. We can talk about anything you like too. I am all ears, but you need to rub my feetâ walking into the kitchen âthose are my snacks! Get off, this fat bitch needs it but here Dennis. And please look after my daughter. If she does play up then you may come to us, do not post pictures of her, not the face anyways, you know the deal. Have funâ Jah looks like he is up to no good âhe wants to wake herâ Mel said âdonât bother, she will hate you for itâ I said walking off âgummy drop want foot rubs huhâ Chris put his arm around me âI do, and you better deliver. I think maybe we should literally sit in our robes tooâ I was in my robe, but I put something on to come down, after the minor meltdown earlier which I am over now.
I giggled seeing Chris in my Savage x Fenty robe, I swear he is the cutest âso you got boxers on?â I have to ask because you never know, he lifted the Robe showing me his boxers âohhhhhh Savage Fenty boxers now? Mhmm I wonder who designed those, your dick looks bigger in thoseâ I winked at Chris âmy wife did that, I like them and this robe. I feel like a brand new guyâ raising my leg at Chris âcome on nowâ Chris chuckled getting onto the bed, he grabbed my foot âbe nice nowâ side eyeing him gripping my foot, he sat across from me âdo you have panties on?â Chris stretched my leg out to check and I yelped out âaye, I see your coochieâ trying to reach over to slap his hand but Chris has a grip on my foot now âI have panties on thank youâ laying back on the bed âI was just testing you gummy drop, if you take your robe off, I will take mine offâ frowning at him âmhmm why you want me to take my robe off Christopher? After calling me gummy drop, I am not removing anythingâ Chris moved his hand and came over to me, hovering over me âI miss thisâ looking up at him âthis position?â Chris grinned, biting on my bottom lip âI do, a lot actuallyâ reaching my hand up and placing it at the side of Chrisâ cheek, he lowered his head as he rested it on my shoulder, wrapping my arm around his neck, he didnât lay on me but he was careful with me and just rested his head on my shoulder âI love youâ pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dark Times: Cuz Sonia by Zenalite
Chapter 1 - Sonia Life could be strange. Growing up, people taught me that it was better to appear strong than weak, and that strength was the only way to get what you wanted. There were so many cringy scenes in middle-school where this failed to bring results. One time a classmate had asked me if she could copy the answers from my homework; I told her sure, so long as she let me kiss her. She rolled her eyes and walked her sweet young ass away while my male buddies laughed and congratulated me. When the weakest guy in our class gave her his homework, we called him out and mocked him, but our cutie responded by giving him a quick peck on the cheek when it was over. I remember burning with rage at the thought that some spineless little shit felt her lips while I, who was daring as I was told I should be, was left a kissless virgin. It never occurred to me to use the same strategy. That I later met Lara in high school and watched her slowly succumb to wanting to black cock addiction to the point that I held her as a party as they stole her virginity before my eyes was pure chance. These things were accepted because I loved Laura and was afraid to lose her, not because of some grand plan. When Yennefer approached me and told me she wanted Lara to share me so I could be her boyfriend too, the entire thing blew my mind. Somehow, I, the loyal cuck that put up with everything, was the last boyfriend standing while the others got kicked to the curb. Through my selfless devotion to Lara, I not only solidified her love for me, but won the affection of the most popular ice queen in school. Even though none of them fucked me or would fuck me, there were butterflies of good feeling flying all around me. Scratch that, it felt amazing. Any fucking loser could go out and buy pussy with a few bucks, and there were plenty of dumb guys born with big cocks that could get a girl wet and willing for half an hour while they fucked only to face her cool disdain afterwards. I was loved. I was wanted. Of course, it did feel bad to think that I might not fuck any of them, but it was an okay sacrifice. It certainly helped that they wanted to fuck black guys and only black guys. On one hand, I wasnât and could never be black, so there was no need to feel like I failed in any way. On the other hand, these girls were objectifying these poor black studs to such an extent that they spoke of them more like toys than people. It was all a little racist, but⊠Thereâs no way Iâm going to call Lara or Yenn racists to their face. As I said before, Yennefer told me that she wanted me, and that Lara needed to accept that a great cuck like me needed to be shared, at least with the top bitch if not the entire school. It wouldâve been nice if Yenn went and delivered this message herself; instead, she was sending me out there to get devoured if things went wrong. Lara opened the door for me dressed only in a pair of ripped denim shorts and a crop top. The frayed bits from the jeans brushed tantalizingly against her smooth and tan legs as she moved idly and the perfect outline of her breasts showing through the thin fabric of the top. A sexy smile played over her lips as the brown eyes settled on me. âMr. Boyfriend, I presume? Where are my flowers?â âIn my pants.â Lara burst with laughter, not expecting the wild card response. âThatâs rich.â Then, her features softened and lost all tension. With a low whisper, she grabbed my hand with welcome gentleness and said, âCome inside, baby, I missed you.â She went barefoot over the polished floor of her living room, the muscles working along her long and tone legs as she dragged me along, those perky and soft breasts swaying enticingly under the crop top. Unlike Yenneferâs strong scent of lilac and gooseberries, Laraâs was understated, fresh and a little metallic. We headed into her room and she locked the door. âMy parents might be home soon.â Some soft rap music played from her laptop resting in bed. I took note of the printer at the lying in the middle of the floor and the new images that were going up on her wall. All of them were pics of black guys or white girls, at times together, most of them captioned in the most overt way possible. One showed a blonde girl wearing a Swedish flag tee and surrounded by bare-chested dark-skinned guys: EUROPE IS IS GETTING BLACKED. Another was just a close-up of a girlâs sweaty abs: WORK HARD FOR BBC. Lara drank in my reaction. Her blood rushed just from looking at them, and her hands went absentmindedly over her nipples as they started nudging through. âWell? Do you like them?â âI doâŠâ I made myself say, though it was strange. The political ones were especially strong. âThough maybe theyâre a littleâ - her eyebrows began to rise suspiciously as the words left my mouth - âdirect?â Lara watched me closely, then leaned in and let her hot breath fill my ear. âI am very direct. Mostly.â A giggle came out of her, then she grabbed the laptop and flashed a picture on screen, showing a white girl holding hands with a skinny white guy as she kissed a really buff black bull that must have been in his forties. Under it, Lara had written: BREEDING READY. âHow about this one? Good enough?â She found it hard to take her eyes off of the image. âUh. Itâs nice.â âOh, fuck off! Be honest with me! Iâll tell you whatâŠâ Her finger came up to her lower lip and moved across it. âIf you give me a better one, Iâll give you a reward.â A reward? Well⊠âHow about HER HAPPINESS COMES FIRST?â Lara thought about it then bobbed her head happily and giggled. âThatâs great. I love that.â Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she made the edit, then our creation slithered out of the printer and across the floor like eldritch baby. My beautiful girlfriend grabbed it and pinned it to the wall next to the others. âThere we go! Now, about your rewardâŠâ Lara turned around and came towards me slowly, swaying her hips in a sensual way while her fingers circled caresses around her toned tummy. Close enough that her breasts almost pushed into me, though she made a point not to engage in any physical contact. âDo you think Iâm breeding ready?â As my eyes went over her wide hips and jiggling breasts: âDefinitely.â âI could get pregnant even today. Can you imagine? Iâd make a baby for us. A strong black baby, of course, the only type thatâs worth having. Would you like that? Would you like to know your girl is carrying a superior manâs child?â She took my hand and placed it over the hot flesh of her stomach, letting me feel the silky skin and the hard abs flexing under it. âCan you imagine cuddling me to sleep as a black baby is growing inside of me, sweetheart?â She brought her braid around and stroked it suggestively as I melted under her unbearably hot gaze. Suddenly, Lara stepped back and grinned, as I was left trembling with arousal from her words. âGot you.â It was funny to her, but scary to me. In a matter of seconds she managed to take me to an entirely different place. Surely I wouldnât have wanted another guy to really make her pregnant. But all it took to make me feel like that's what I wanted most in the world were a couple of well-placed words. âI--â Her phone rang before I could speak. Lara spoke to her mother quickly and politely, then hang up and cursed. âFuck. Honey, you need to go. My momâs coming. Weâll talk later.â And just like that, with questions in my head and an unbearable erection, she threw me out of her apartment, even before I could deliver Yennâs message. She canât say I didnât try.  Itâs time to unwind, I thought. But as soon as I got home, Mom came and told me in a hush-hush manner that my cousin came over and that she was resting in my room. âBe nice to her, sheâs having a rough patch.â My cousin Sonia and I werenât very close. We had been once upon a time, eons ago, but then she moved away with the rest of her family. I still remembered the clumsy way we parted ways when she left home, with her refusing to come out of the car to say goodbye. I only saw the back of her ginger head through the window. Of course, we talked since then, but it always felt like talking to a stranger⊠So, why did she come here today? The door to my room opened soundlessly, and Sonia was just there⊠sleeping on the bed. The way her hip rose in the air was as a mountain, the light jeans stretched to their utmost as she bent towards my view. Despite the larger-than-life rounded fat ass in front of me, her waist was small, and her lower half bent almost entirely out of view so that it was all one could see from the door. I gulped. âSonia?â She exhaled softly. âCuz? Is that you?â âIt is.â Her head came around, just enough that one of her bright aqua eyes connected with me and realized her huge butt was lewdly directed right at my face. Blushing, she sat up and awkwardly played it off by toying with her fingers. âSorry about thatâŠâ But now I could see her chest and the extreme way the ribs of her green sweater stretched across it. God, how big had she gotten since I last saw her? Even with as thicc as she was, those cowtits were massive... âSorry to pop in like this.â âNo worries, Iâm happy to see you.â Sonia seemed weirded out by that. âYou are? But we barely talk⊠Listen, I wanted to ask you something: Do you think Iâm a good person?â âS-Sure,â I quickly voiced. âWhy wouldnât you be?â âYou know Iâve been dating this guy for a while now⊠and I think I screwed it all up. He had this friend he said was platonic, his best friend, but I made him break off all contact with her. Then it turned out he was talking with her after all, and so I followed them.â âYou followed them?â âTo prove that he was lying! But I didnât get the reaction I wanted⊠He was just⊠He cried, Cuz. He said I made him break the heart of his best friend. And she called me a bitch. And soâŠâ And so she came to me to make her feel better about her shitty behavior. Six years we didnât speak, and now this?... I did my part. I weaved her a version about how he should have been honest from the start or explained his position better, and how I always knew she was good and honest. It was enough to make tears well in her eyes and get her to smile. âOh, Cuz, youâre so nice to me⊠You always knew how to make me feel better. I missed that. A lot.â As she spoke, I couldnât help but wonder how big those jugs on her chest were. They were at least three times bigger than Laraâs - simply gigantic. And none of it was there when I saw her just a few summers ago. The words BREEDING READY from before came to mind, and all I could imagine was a black baby suckling from each one of those milkers. âHey⊠You arenât staring at my boobs, are you? Hehe!~ Donât worry, everyone does it. Even old grannies.â Her hands came around them as if they were her babies. âYou need strong hands just to lift them up.â âBlack hands.â My reply wasnât even conscious. I just spoke. âHuh? Come again?â I couldnât believe what came out of my mouth. âNothing, nothing! I was muttering to myself.â But seriously, it was undeniable that she would have looked perfect getting blacked. All those soft white folds enveloping a big black cock, that ginger hair getting pulled on by strong dark hands⊠âWas your boyfriend white?â Sonia thought about that. âI mean, yeah. Why do you ask?â I shrugged. âA lot of girls in my school date black guys.â âReally? Oh, wow. I could never do that!â The way she said it sounded so amazed and confident that there wasnât a doubt in my mind she meant it: the idea of dating a black guy hadnât even occurred to her. âI donât really think Iâd feel comfortable, you know?â âDating someone that isnât a pale ginger?â Sonia smirked. âNo, you idiot! Dating a person thatâs, you know⊠God, donât make me say it. I feel bad saying it. But black guys arenât exactly my type, letâs put it that way.â The almost completely unveiled racism combined with my antipathy towards her coming all this way just to use me made me want to see her punished and blacked. Hard. âWhy donât we go out?â âHmmm? Go out? Where to?â âLetâs find you a boyfriend.â âHahaha! You arenât serious, are you? Youâre crazy, Cuz. I donât even have good clothes.â âYou look fucking amazing already. Come on.â Sonia lowered her head shyly, so far down it was almost in her boobs. âYou keep complimenting me, Iâm gonna die. But okay. Letâs do it!â Before that, I needed to make a call. I left her in the room and headed to the bathroom, then scrolled with shaky fingers for Yenneferâs name. It rang a couple of times, then it said busy. Busy? Seriously⊠As I stared at the screen at the denied call, I suddenly saw my face reflected back. She was video calling me. Oh god⊠Her pale and dark-haired form materialized on my screen. She wore a shiny robe and was brushing her hair. âWhy, hello darling. Youâre a fast little worker bee, arenât you? I wasnât expecting you so soon. Has dear sweet Lara seen come to terms with the new way things will work from now on?â âUhhh⊠Iâm working on it,â I said optimistically. Yenn stared right into the camera so I could feel her icy stare and sighed. âDisappointing, yet predictable. What would you like from me? I hope you arenât begging for a show, Iâm quite dressed and ready for my beauty sleep.â âUh, no, no, noâŠâ Her eyes narrowed threateningly. âI mean, I would LOVE that, but no⊠I wanted your help. You see my cousinâs over and I thought I would, uhâŠâ âInitiate her in the Dark Arts?â âSomething like that, yeah.â âAnd sheâs come to our church begging for our teachings, or are you seeking the BBC version of a koan to force enlightenment upon her?â âWhatever the second is, probably.â Yenner smiled affably. âYou are endearingly stupid, do you know that?â âYes.â âNow, now.â She raised a finger in warning. âVanity does not suit a man. Anyway, I suppose I can arrange this for you. I am very generous. Get your delightful cousin, Iâll send you an address soon enough.â âThank you, Yennefer.â A smirk. She reached so far back with her brush that the robe began to open, showing a glimpse of-- Call ended. Sonia and I snuck out before my mom became aware. I only called her once we were at the bus station, pretending that Sonia insisted I go and that I had no choice. Meanwhile, Yenn sent me an address that appeared to be closeby. Standing there at the bus station by herself, my ginger cousin looked oddly vulnerable. She seemed very conscious of her bovine ass and breasts and the way everyone stared at her over them. A few girls that were trying to show cleavage by squeezing together some breasts that were baby-sized gave her genuinely hateful looks. âI hope that place weâre going to is more friendlyâŠâ I was worried Yenn would send us to some seedy club, but it turned out to be some teenage meeting spot, a book store turned cafe after 5 p.m. where people could take books out and read them while drinking. Sonia loved it, and we sat there for a whole two hours while I wondered if I had gotten the place wrong. âThis is great, you know!~â She smiled happily as she flipped through another book she found. âGoing out was a great idea. Not many boyfriends here though, except maybe the ones in these pages.â There was nothing to do but pay and make our way back home. Yennefer, what the hell? It was as we were chatting and walking up towards the bus stop that three guys got in our way. They looked like proper thugs, with face tats and golden teeth that flashed while they spoke. I said black guys, not fucking criminals, Yenn. âThe fuck do we have here?â one of them said, circling around Sonia. âGinger meat.â Another rubbed his palms together eagerly, then pulled on his crotch. âLooks tasty.â Soniaâs gaping eyes glanced at me as the three walled her in and started groping her, tugging at her tight sweater, palming her huge ass cheek, and running their dark fingers through her ginger hair. The few white guys that passed us by pretended not to see it and kept going like proper cucks. âLeave me aloneâŠâ said Sonia breathlessly. âIâll call the police. Cuz!â I raised the phone to give the impression, at least, until one of them yelled at me to put it down or get my ass beaten down. I was beginning to question whether or not these people had anything to do with Yennefer at all. Could they have just been random guys? A bit suspicious⊠âSeriouslyâŠâ Sonia tried again, her voice breaking down. One of the guys reached up and got a feel of her breasts, sinking his fingers into the warm folds of the plump flesh. âGoddamn,â he drawled. âThese are some monster tits on you, arenât they? We should inspect these. Make sure you donât have breast cancer.â âI donât!...â It was too late for her to fight back, as they were already pulling her after them. Whatever fight there was in Sonia evaporated pretty quickly when facing three black guys with arms about as thick as her waist. What kind of girl could have fought just one of them, let alone three? âCuz! Do something!â she yelled. âWhatâs he gonna do?â one of the guys asked, laughing. That was true, I wasnât about to do much of anything, except follow along and see where this led. They took her down an alley and then up a set of stairs that led to an apartment. They got her in the living room and locked the door, then threw her on the sofa as they took off their tops. Even my cousin, as strongly as she must have felt against the idea of being taken like this for the first time, took a moment to stare at the rippling musculature of their glistening and tattooed chests. Already, their dicks were so hard that they were outlined down the side of their pants, twitching ready. To my surprise, they didnât rip her clothes off. In fact, despite all their big talk about how they were going to inspect her and so on, patting her down and feeling her up through her clothes was the most of what they seemed to be doing. Sonia looked away as they explored every curvy of her body, moaning each time they squeezed too hard on her. One of them came and dropped down on the sofa and pulled her in his lap, while the other two flanked Sonia. âSuch a pretty ginger slut,â the one to her left said, coiling some of her ginger hair around his dark finger. âUhmâŠâ Though she appeared distressed, it was clear that the all the touching and attention affected her body on a deep primordial level. Not only were her cheeks a deep red, but her eyes were fluttering and her chest heaved with her heated, breathless inhalations. âCuz?â...â said a lone whisper, but she wasnât even looking at me. Only at the strong black bulls surrounding her that were ready to put her in her place. The guys took her pale hands and brought them down to their dicks as they throbbed through their pants, snaking so far down their thighs that even I found myself hypnotized. I watched dumbfounded as Soniaâs expression went from one of excitement, to pure shock as her fingertips explored the length and shape of their powerful shafts. âYou like that?â they asked her. âYou feel that thing under you?â  The guy she was sitting on started moving his hips and grinding her ass back and forth over his dick, slowly moving her back and forth while she jumped each time his dick hit her crotch. I could only wonder what her parents or boyfriend might have seen if they saw her being slutted up like this. Her mind was being warped in real time, and I could see the enchanted smile that started curling her as she took in the true size and might of those big black cocks. Her palms started moving by themselves over the shafts; at the same time, her own hips started rocking and helping the bull under her. Turned on by her new show of interest, the studs plunged their hands into her doughy breasts, each one kneading a different part, their strong fingers abusing the soft teenage tits of this breeding snowfunny as her white cousin watched helplessly. At some point one must have accidentally pinched one of her nipples, because Sonia threw her head back in pure pleasure and cooed submissively. The guy under her grinned, flashing his golden teeth. âYou like that, bitch?â The aqua eyes looked to me for a brief second, as if seeking my approval. âI love it,â she confessed, still blushing wildly with shame, but completely unable to help herself. From the exhilarated way she sought to touch their cocks, it was crystal clear that the drugging effect of BBC lured her in. Her eyes went from one dick to another, gaping and unable to look away. âTheyâre getting bigger!â Sonia was awestruck. âNo shit.â My cousin bit her tongue, then the wet mouth opened instinctively. âCan I see?...â she whispered, as if hoping no one could hear that. âWhat was that?â asked the guy under her. âN-Nothing,â stammered Sonia. The thugs brofisted each other and laughed it up. âYou hear that, bro? She wants to see your dick.â The more I watched these guys, the more I realized there was something off about them. They were just so⊠stereotypically thuggish. There was an unreality about their behavior that went at odds with the mild manner in which they conducted themselves. The black guy under her yanked her head back by the hair and looked her in the eyes. âWell? Did he hear it right? You want us to get our dicks out and fuck you?â Sonia hesitated for a second. But it was only a second. A clear gulp went down her throat. âYes.â The thug shook her. âSay it, you dumb white bitch. I want to hear it.â The obscene cowtits trembled on her chest. âI want to see your dick.â âMy black dick.â Soniaâs eyes closed and she took a deep breath. âI want to see your black dick. Please,â she added. âPlease? Well, ainât you fuckinâ thoughtful. On your knees.â âHuh?â Before she could follow any order, the thug threw her to the ground and stood up before her, ordering her to kneel. âOn your fucking knees, bitch! Now! Donât you fucking hear me?â Sonia did as told and got down in a position of total submission, presenting herself as her hands were folded in her lap. âPlease, sirâŠâ He grabbed her by the ginger locks and came close enough that the outline of his big black cock twitching in his pants was right in her face. âWhy donât you kiss my dick? Show me how much you like it.â This time, there was no lag between his order and her actions. As if she were planning to do it all along, the full lips puckered up and landed right on the shaft, not just once, but many times over, delivering kisses so gentle they could have been meant for a lifelong lover. Even her tongue came out to lick it up and down, not caring it was trapped behind a layer of fabric. The thug laughed grimly, then pressed her face against his dick gleefully. I watched my racist cousin smile happily as she got her nose and mouth rubbed against his black cock. Yenn, you delivered⊠âPlease, sir, just let me see it⊠PleaseâŠâ she begged, as obedient as any worshiper now. How she went from a kidnapped victim to a cockcrazed slut in less than fifteen minutes was pure magic. He snorted and pushed her away. âFuck no. Dumb white bitch. You think Iâd waste my energy with you? Weâre done here. Come on, get the fuck out of here.â Before Sonia could wipe the shock off her ashen face, he started kicking at her to get out, finally grabbing her by the hair and to shove her out the door like unwelcome trash. I was left behind, and once the door closed, the thug came over to me and spoke casually: âOkay, I think weâre done here,â he said, in a totally different voice. âAre we good?â âUhm. Iâm not sure?...â âYenn said she needed a bit of a push... so, we got her there, right?â The other two started removing the gold off their teeth and wiping off the face tats. Wow. It had all been a sham? The guy watched me impatiently. âWell?â âYes, you did greatâŠâ âThatâs wonderful.â He put his hands together and bowed ever so slightly. âThanks. So how would you rate my performance, on a scale of one to ten?â âOh my god,â the other two said, dropping their thuggish voices as well. âLeave the kid alone, man, heâs not here to rate your acting. Performance, he says.â They snorted. âYou havenât gotten a role in two months.â âIf this wasnât a role, then I guess I wonât share the pay, huh? Anyway, you should go now. Tell our friend things went well, I could use the boost.â I came out of the apartment amazed at their and Yennâs professionalism, and found a dismayed Sonia waiting for me. âJesus!â She ran over and hugged me, and I could feel the warm breasts pressing into me. âI thought they were going to hurt you.â âThankfully not.â She took a step aside and pushed her hair back, avoiding eye contact. âWhat happened in there⊠You know that was just acting, right? I was just trying to avoid getting raped or worse.â There was no way that was the truth of it. Even if she played it up, she definitely got excited by them⊠she still was, as could be seen from the glazed eyes and the shivers that kept passing through her. Yenn, you shouldâve told them to go the whole way... As we went back home, I could tell her mind was elsewhere. âYou said⊠those girls at your school only date black guys?â she asked me once we were back on the bus, going home. âMost of them.â âHuh.â She pursed her lips thoughtfully. âNone of them got hurt?â I couldnât help but laugh. âHurt? Why would they get hurt? How racist are you, Cuz?â âNot racist! Iâm just wary of new things, thatâs all. But thatâs⊠thatâs good to hear.â For someone that had just been kidnapped and molested by black thugs, at least as far as she was aware, this was a very sudden change of heart in the opposite direction. âMaybe one day Iâll give it a shot.â I felt like toying with her further. âYou just have to be careful.â âCareful?â Sonia blinked anxiously. âOf what?â âYou knowâŠâ I kept my voice low as other passengers crowded around us. âThat.â âI donât know,â whispered Sonia harshly. âTell me!â âI mean, you saw it even tonight. Black guys have cocks so big that theyâre incomparable to tiny white pencil dicks. Most girls canât take that. Some of them like serving as cocksleeves, sure, but it will still tear you apart and ruin you. These bulls will fuck you so hard that you scream and lose your voice. You wonât even be able to walk or talk after theyâre done with you. Youâll just be a shivering hot mess. And the best ones get so many girls that they have no long term interests. All theyâll do is break you, put a black baby inside of you, and then throw you away like a used rag.â I could almost see the whole scene playing out in her head through the small movements of her face. At the end she just looked inwards, licking and biting her lip. I felt proud, pulling the same trick on her that Lara did on me, though I was getting aroused as well.. âSounds awful,â she whispered, not even there with me anymore. Sonia was in her mind now, getting destroyed by black cock. In the span of a single evening, my âcuzâ was turned into yet another BBC slut. I did this, I realized. Pride swelled in my heart.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
45. Part 6
I am glad people have left but now I want my furniture back, the only people to not leave is Marquis and Joy, like isnât he tired because surely he is old and itâs way past his bed time right now âI want to say thank you mommy, thank you for looking after Reign even though she woke up and she played up, thank you. I am now back at work tomorrow so I will sort myself out so you can go back to Cali, I know you want to go backâ my mother smiled at me âitâs ok, I donât mind. I will stay however long you need me, but I see that Maurice is very good with her alone, he doesnât really need anyone to help himâ walking up the steps with my mother âyou think? So, when I am at work you think he will be ok?â I questioned âhe will be fine; he dotes on her so much. She gets so much attention, he is very attentive to her needs, I have watched him. Any sign of upset, he is there. He hasnât been there for her a lot but he is surely making it up for it right now, I find it so adorable. He reminds me a lot of Thomas with you, the smallest detail of Reign just grabbing the couch to drag herself up, she gets that cheer. I think he will be fine; he knows what to do. He also knows what to do with you I seeâ looking at my mom just smiling at me, I laughed looking away from my mom in shame âwellâ I dragged out âdonât well me, you donât wait the both of you. Are you taking precautions?â my mom asked âyes, I want another baby but I want to make sure that itâs not where my child can get sickle cell, I am going to get that done professionally, but I am. Trust meâ these stairs are fucking long, Maurice is not wrong at all âI am proud of him though mom, he is listening to me. He is eating healthy, he didnât drink. He was drinking water, I didnât think he would at allâ I am so happy âhe just needed you here Robynâ making our way to the living room âyouâre right, I can watch him that way. He knows itâ like I said Marquis is still here âare you thinking of moving in here?â I asked them, I mean clearly they are here still âjust wanted to make sure the people leave and youâre ok, my son has a beautiful home. His forever homeâ Marquis said, sometimes I donât believe what he says at times because half of the things he says seem fake to me.
Looking around the room, I mean does he expect me to clean this. I am sure he doesnât think that, I canât do this âyou must hate meâ Marquis said âyou didnât really respond to what I said about your homeâ shaking my head âMaurice adores you, I have to tolerate you. I just think youâre wrong in the treatment of Malik, even Joyâ looking over at Joy before looking back at Marquis âif Maurice ever places Reign above any of my other kids he will hear it, I donât play that shit. All of my kids get the sameâ Maurice would not want me to say anything, but I canât help it âMalik was not deserving of thingsâ I sniggered âso was Maurice, wasnât he running form state to state on drugs? Didnât you chase him and made him go to rehab? I still think Maurice has got issues, like the fact he calls Paula his mami, I mean itâs oddâ Marquisâ face dropped, he wasnât liking what he is hearing âI knowâ I added âall of it, how did Joy get you back? I mean it seems like itâs taken a lot for you to care for herâ Â I am on a roll right now, I have no Maurice to shut me up âshe was going to get me in trouble for child abduction, that I stole Maurice and he was underage for me to take him. The stupid thing I did was not make her sign a contract to shut her up, I had no choice but to bring him back, not like he wanted tooâ Maurice never knew this, I let out an oh âyouâre a very strong woman Robyn, something my son needs in his life. And I do regret getting him married, I regret doing that to him and it will always be my biggest regret. I have calmed down, somewhat but I am leaving this company in good heart knowing he has you. I am not sorry for treatment of people; I donât care for them. Maurice is always my number one, and if I didnât think you was good enough there was always ways of making you go but I see you love himâ Marquis made a very bold statement âI think it would be me letting him go because I wouldnât want to see him hurt, now that is love but I would win that. Anyways! Nice of you both to comeâ I said walking off âJoy itâs been a pleasure, Jay walk them out. Thank youâ I need to go to sleep.
Marquis is funny, I give him that. He thinks he would win in this, he wouldnât because I would let Maurice go and it would be Maurice chasing me. Marquis loves some sort of power, no matter what he likes to know he has that, but he doesnât, he is redundant now, he is done with. I just want Maurice to get what is his, I want him to have this company so that really makes his dad redundant. The fact I know why he had to come back, Maurice doesnât know but I do, and I am shocked he even said it to me, he really doesnât care for feeling besides himself, I am shocked. So, Joy was going to get him in trouble, so this would be the moment she found out he had a Spanish mami, wow. This is some shit, I am surprised he doesnât have a Spanish child, he has one in Germany. Oh, maybe that boy is this, no that canât be because he looked Spanish but then again Marquis is white as shit, his black genes are fair as fuck, ok my mind is running with me. Walking into the bedroom, Maurice has that godforsaken night light on for Reign in this bedroom, I refuse to be listening to baby soothing sounds with that light on but he does it âshe has just gone to sleepâ Maurice said, oh he is awake âyou caught meâ I said laughing, I was about to attack the light âI see everything, has everyone gone now?â nodding my head âjust your parents left, I am glad youâre awake. Unzip me again, was she ok?â looking over at Reign, she is hugging the hell out of bubzy ânot hugging you tonight?â I questioned âshe was getting angry with me, maybe too much love?â I chuckled âwhat are you like, she needs her space tooâ I bet Maurice was annoying her too.
Dragging my feet along the carpeted floor and to the bed âjoining the cuddle gang huh? I been thinking where all my tops been going, you just here wearing them allâ I giggled as I carefully moved back the covers âI can, because youâre my man and what is yours is mine. That is it, and I donât think Reign is participating in your cuddle gang, look at her. She is moving away from youâ Maurice looks so offended âI find you rather rudeâ climbing into bed slowly, I donât want to wake her âso, how do you feel now, look how far apart we are? Are you going to finally actually get her room done?â I questioned âmhmm possibly, not sure. I kind of like it, I donât have to put up with your constant kicking, your negative energy when your asleep, your snoring too, I canât even deal with thatâ putting a finger up at him âshut up and go to sleep, I have work tomorrow. Luckily not the morning shiftâ I do miss him close; I want him close to me, but Reign has taken over the middle of the bed so here I am, stuck on the other side. Moving onto my side, getting comfortable. Maurice is staring up at the ceiling, he doesnât seem at peace at all or like he is going to sleep. It makes me sad that he was taken from his mother, he did get the love, but he deserved to be with his real mother, he never got that, and I find that sad, he doesnât have that bond âwhatâs wrong?â I asked him ânothing, why?â he said âI just think youâre not about to sleep, I can tell. What are you thinking about?â I asked âlife, I am happy. Just business, I get those brain waves on when I am thinking on the next project, itâs all good. I will fall asleep eventuallyâ I hope he does.
I knew as soon as I fall asleep little momma would be waking me up, and she did âyou wake daddy up, not mommy huh? Your momma tried to play me saying youâre her favouriteâ Reign is so damn adorable in the morning, her crazy ass hair. Reign lifted up her bubzy and placed it on my chest âcan I have it?â she then placed her hands on my body and used me to hold herself stead as she got up on her legs âyou go Mi Amor, you start using them legs babyâ Reign smiled so wide that her pacifier fell out âeeww, eewww. Your saliva all over me, eewwâ Reign giggled at me and then started saying her own little words âmhmm, I agree Reign. Whatever you say I agree withâ lifting Reign and sitting her on my stomach facing me âyay, you can now sit on meâ she grabbed her pacifier off of me âyou be using me to put all your shit on huh, itâs ok. Only I accept you to do this to meâ Reign sighed out, frowning at her âwhy you sighing out huh? Hey, Reign. Say dadaâ I need her to say dada first, grabbing her pacifier from her âhey, look at daddyâ Reign whined out âsay dadaâ she shook her head âexcuse me? Who learnt you such a thing, you donât say no to meâ she reached towards her pacifier knowing damn well she could never reach âfineâ placing it in my mouth, Reignâ frowned at me but she found it amusing.
Terry is feeding Reign, I donât mind it she wanted too. I am surprised Robyn has never got angry at my tagged pictures, because like recently because of my birthday coming up I have been tagged in a lot of my past pictures, I have met a lot of people. Itâs shocking to see actually, lot of women though. My eyes widened, because I do remember some of these women on a sexual level, they need to understand I am changed but people like to celebrate on my birthday and I do not blame them at all, itâs a good vibe and itâs always a party when it comes to me. Tapping on the picture of me and this white girl, I remember her âI doâ I said to myself, Italian model and she was good. Looking down at the caption âIl mio piccolo compleanno di Maurice presto! Ecco i ricordi. Pre-Birthday wish sexyâ raising an eyebrow âdid you say something?â Terry said, looking up at her âoh nothing, talking to myselfâ I said, liking the post. I mean itâs rude to just ignore it âTerry, can I ask a question please?â locking my phone, placing it on the table âsure, me and Reign donât mind. If itâs a business question I canât help with thatâ she said, I laughed âno, itâs probably relationship, I donât know what category that is. Is it wrong of me to like a post that was done by a female, like me and this female is in the picture together and we know each other from fashion week. She gave me a pre-birthday wish. So, I liked it, somehow Robyn may see it but is it wrong of me to like it? Is that like a bad thing?â I mean I know itâs her daughter, but I like to know âI donât think itâs a bad thing at all, I would say itâs foul play if you were openly flirted and initiated a rude conversation with them. Or if they posted something inappropriate. My daughter should never risk a relationship over something so silly, social media is a terrible place but in a relationship you need to pick your fights and liking a post is not it. But if the post is no good then I would recommend steering clear. My daughter is not me Maurice, she will probably pout all day about something so little. I mean the girl upset herself over you giving this little one all of your time but I would say the same to my daughter, itâs no harmâ nodding my head, I like Terry a lot, she is wise.
âWell, well, well. Look who it isâ placing Reign on the floor so she can play âyes, itâs grandad. And look what grandad got you angel, my beautiful babyâ looking behind me at my dad âgrandma has itâ Reign is actually looking in awe, she looks so happy to see him âwhat did you get her dad?â I said, my mom placed the gift on the couch âoh wow, Reign. Grandad got you a walkerâ this is cute âI thought she may need it, she is growing so fastâ my dad placed his stick on the side âdonât bother picking her up, you going to break your back. Let me get her for youâ picking Reign from the floor âbe nice to grandad, he got you a walker Mi Amorâ pressing a kiss to her cheek before giving her to my dad âoh my angel, I missed you so much. Yes I did, oh yes. I knowâ Reign is talking for the gods today, she is in a good mood âhey babyâ my mom said, she gave me a hug. Leaning down so she can kiss my cheek âhey mom, you didnât have to get Reign anything. She has loads of things, just need to sort her room outâ sitting down on the couch âdoesnât she look so prettyâ pulling a face at my dad âshe has just come out of bed, stop playingâ Reign reached up, she wants his glasses âoh you want my glasses now, you canât have thatâ he shook his head and so did Reign âno? Who taught you that, you are so cleverâ my dad gushed.
Hearing the buzzer go off downstairs, unlocking my phone to check âare you expecting somebody else?â my dad asked ânot reallyâ checking the camera âitâs just Allyâ I said getting up from the couch âAlly I am coming downâ I said, Ally looked around so confused and then looked at the camera âohâ she said âbasic as shitâ locking my phone âI will be back, and Reign. Be good for me and dad, stop fussingâ I said while making my way to the stairs, jogging down the steps. Jay would have answered but he said he has an appointment for the dentist, so I guess I need to do my own shit for a while, I donât mind it anyways. Unlocking the door and pulling it open âhello to you, when are you exactly coming back?â Ally walked inside my home âI am enjoying being at home actuallyâ closing the door âwell you are needed back so I came here to drop off some paperwork, I also need you to sign off for some things. Is that ok?â nodding my head âI donât mind it, come on up. You can see my dad and Reign; Robyn should be awake too. Itâs a shame you couldnât come last night, letâs take the liftâ I gestured âwell I have been off too, I went back and there was so much to do but I have caught up. I have some of your mail in here too, I have logged in your address here but still. There is some mail coming to the hotel stillâ nodding my head.
Smiling at Robyn âmorning baby, oh how I do love seeing you like thisâ no makeup now, her hair tied back âeven my nails are gone. Itâs horrible, morningâ pressing a kiss to Robynâ lips âseems a little busy around here, hi Allyâ Robyn said before walking off âOh is your dad feeding Reignâ Robyn said, Ally bought out the black box âoh my god! It is here, Robyn!â grabbing the box âI was about to say, it came with the mailâ Ally added, turning to Robyn âlook what daddy got you, I mean meâ Robyn looked at me all dumbfounded, she is confused âwhat?â she said in a whisper âjust what you asked for, I have delivered. Come, letâs open it on the couchâ I ran ahead, I am so excite for Robyn to see this âwhat on earth?â my mom said, jumping over the couch and sat down âMaurice, watch the couch!â Robyn scolded me âI know, I am excited. Just sit, come on! I did this this for youâ Robyn looks so confused, she is not sure how to take this âlooks expensiveâ Terry pointed âit is, for me Terryâ Robyn finally sat down âhere you go, look insideâ placing it on her lap âseems a little light in this babyâ side eyeing her âwell I will take it back, open the box then Bonitaâ I am excited for her to see it, Robyn opened the box âno fucking way!!â Robyn shouted out âyou got me a black card? Oh my godâ Robyn placed her hands over her mouth âyou really did itâ her voice became high pitch âhey, donât get emotionalâ placing my hand on her arm âsorryâ Robyn wiped her tear âjust I didnât think you would, and you did. I have never had this, everything. Oh godâ I chuckled âitâs cool, I got it you. See, I put Robyn Davenport, for you Robyn. This is yours; itâs connected to my account. Hey, donât cryâ pressing a kiss to the side of her face, placing my arm around her âI am just emotional, thank you Maurice. Thank you for everything, I am so happy. I got a black card, thank youâ Robyn sniffled âyou got priority, you do not need to ever worry about money. Take this card with you, there is no limit. If you need a store to be open later for you, then you can get that. Donât cry Robyn, you know I always got youâ I am shocked she cried.
Reign is asleep but I am taking her with me âJay you can stay here, I am just dropping off Robyn at work. First day for her, I want to drop her off. Dad, I will call you. Have a safe flightâ my dad walked over to me, he gave me a hug âit was a special day, see you soon son. Miss you already angelâ moving back from the hug âand sort that room out for her, if she tells me she hasnât got a room yet I am coming back to do it myselfâ nodding my head before hugging my mom âI willâ I laughed âhave a safe flight backâ I sighed out moving back from my mom, it was nice seeing my parents âcall me though, let me know you got back safelyâ I waved them off ânice to see you bothâ Terry said smiling at my parents, where is Robyn because we do need to leave right about now because New York traffic is not the best so we do need to go now âsorry, I am here. I just feel so naked right now, itâs been so long since I been back at work. Byeâ she said before running by my parents âwell you need to hurry up Robynâ I said.
Parking outside the hospital âI wanted to ask, why did you cry when I gave you the black card? Did you think I wouldnât, you know I am very giving towards youâ putting the car in park, I am using Robynâ hired car for now âitâs just everything Maurice, I didnât ever expect this in my whole life, I didnât expect to have a baby now, or have a soon to be husband. I didnât ever think I would be living in New York, and I am just thinking of everything you have done. How far we have come, I got emotional because of how much I am loved by you Maurice, you treat me well. That is all, not a bad thingâ I chuckled nodding my head âI understand, donât cry though. I always got you babyâ placing my hand over hers âthank you for bringing me to work, on my first day. It makes it so special to me, I will promise to let you know what time I finish, it slipped my mind the timeâ I love this woman so much âsuper proud of you, Reign and I both are. I will see you when you come back thenâ leaning over the panel to kiss Robynâ lips.
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Privacy - A Yoongi One Shot
Request:Â heyo! idk if your requests are open but i really loved the way you wrote sweet tooth and i was hoping to request a yoongi x male idol reader. maybe theyâre like out in the store or something when a fan recognizes them? something like that? i really love your writing itâs so good đ
Description: You and Yoongi have a very warm relationship. But unfortunately, theyâre forced by circumstance to keep it a secret. Outings together, dates, even trips to the grocery store mean face masks and thick jackets. But what happens when the two of you get caught where you least expect it?
Word Count: 2.5k
Pairing: Yoongi x (male) reader
Genre: Fluff, just straight fluff and a little angst if you squint
Warnings: None!
A/N: Hey guys! This request was so fun to complete, holy cow. Honestly, I loved this prompt and it was a really natural scenario. I liked it! I hope you guys enjoy it too. Ah, and a quick note: my requests are actually super closed! Haha, they have been for a few months, but Iâve been getting a few in my inbox. The ones Iâve received up until now, Iâll definitely complete within the next few weeks, but Iâm not taking any more requests for the time being! Thank you for your patience and understanding! Love you guys~
- Mercury
It hadnât been long since you and Yoongi started seeing each other. Just shy of five months. For normal people, that was plenty long enough to get serious. But not quite for you. Couples in the industry werenât nearly as rare as the media thought, but nonetheless a same-sex couple was big news around your contemporaries. Nobody particularly minded, of course. Yoongi had said on numerous occasions that gender was never an issue in love, and youâd been rather vocal about your crush on him during interviews. Once word got around to your fellow idols, youâd received an outpouring of support.
But with it, came an outpouring of warnings.
You could still distinctly remember that text from Jackson.
Hey! Congratulations on your relationship! I always knew you guys had a thing for each other lol. A word of advice though, from a veteranâŠdonât let the fans know. Not everyone is as accepting as we are.
Of course, you understood his point. Not only was your group rather new, but you were only just gaining momentum with the public. Each new MV marked a significant increase in fans. Every comeback saw more faces in the audience, more people cheering for and supporting you.
Perhaps if you were a solo artist youâd have come out properly. Perhaps you would have held Yoongiâs hand proudly as you strolled through the grocery store, no masks, no baseball caps, no oversized clothes, no eyes scanning like surveillance cameras, ready to run at the slightest hint of movement. Perhaps youâd post all those couple pictures you had stored on your phone: you and Yoongi on a beach in Jeju, soaking in the sunlight, Yoongi sleeping on your lap, lashes dusting the apples of his cheeks, Yoongi silhouetted against the lavender sky. Perhaps youâd add a mushy caption, in both Korean and English like those trendy idols did.
But you didnât have only yourself to worry about. Your group mates, four of the kindest and most hardworking boys youâd ever met, were relying on you too. And one public slip-up could be catastrophic for such a young group. Hadnât you learned from what happened to EâDawn and Pentagon? Hadnât that served as a cautionary tale?
Nonetheless, as you held his hand and he read the back label of a cereal box, you couldnât help the urge to justâŠscream it. Take the microphone from one of the cashiers and announce it over the PA system.
âI love Min Yoongi!â youâd shout, alarming middle-aged mothers and startling children as they chased one another through the candy aisle. âI love him and weâre dating!â
But instead you simply smiled and held his hand, your whole body warm beside him. Gently, you leaned into his side and he hummed a little. âWhat is it?â he asked, voice muffled through the mask.
You shook your head and sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. âNothing, really.â
âNot nothing,â replied Yoongi, turning to face you seriously, your fingers still laced. His heavy brow was lowered and he watched you with what you were certain was a pout on his lips. âYouâre thinking about something.â
You opened your mouth to protest before shutting it with a sigh and rolling the tip of your shoe into the linoleum, trying to find the words. âIâm justâŠthinking about us.â
âUs?â he asked, then pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âDonât make a face like that when you think about us.â
You laughed and shook your head. âNot like that, dork,â you said, shoving the side of his head lightly and dislodging his baseball cap. Instead of picking it up, he simply stared down at you, now exposed in the middle of the grocery store. âI meanâŠarenât you sick of hiding?â you asked.
He blinked at you for a moment, his brow furrowing. âWe arenât hiding,â he said, gesturing around the aisle with his free hand. âWeâre out in public.â
You sighed and tugged on the top of his face mask with your finger. âWhatâs this then?â you asked, quirking a brow.
âItâsâŠa precaution,â he said, then shook his head and pulled you flush against his side, watching the rows of cereal like they held the answers. He always did that. Avoiding your eyes when he was about to say something soft. âI donât want to put our careers in danger.â
You were quiet a moment. Youâd had this conversation more times than you could count and the result was always the same. An impasse. You loved your fans, but you couldnât quite trust them to have a good reaction. You loved each other, but you couldnât risk your livelihood. Nothing every added up just right.
âE-excuse me?â called a small voice from beside Yoongi.
You peered out across his chest and locked eyes with a young girl, probably around middle-school age, with big brown eyes and cheeks flushed with rose. âYes?â asked Yoongi quietly.
The girl held in her hand the black baseball cap Yoongi had dropped, her small hands clasped around the bill. She smiled gently. âIs this yours?â she asked.
Yoongi released your shoulders and bent down to retrieve his cap. You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded. âYes,â he said, placing the hat back on his head. âThank you for grabbing it.â
She beamed at Yoongi with the fondness of a fan and cleared her throat a little. âUmâŠI know this is weird, butâŠare you Min Yoongi?â she asked.
Yoongiâs back went rigid and he spared a look at you. Your eyes were wide and your heart was kicking up in speed with worry. If this girl knew Yoongi, she might say something about him grocery shopping with a guy. She might have even saw the two of you embracing. ButâŠwhy did she look so happy?
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and nodded his head slowly. âYeahâŠ,â he said, his voice revealing his worry.
The girl clapped her hands and grinned. âI knew it!â
She laughed a little and glanced over her shoulder down the aisle. Only then did you notice another, slightly older girl lingering at the end cap by the bread. She stiffened when she noticed you staring and you thought she might run.
âHyejin!â called the younger girl, waving her hand excitedly. âI told you! Itâs Yoongi and Y/N!â
Yoongi jumped a little and turned to stare at you with round eyes. âU-uh-,â you began, but before you could say anything, the older girl was running down the aisle to join the first and both of them looked up at you as if you had stars in your eyes. âHello,â you said with a curt bow.
The girls giggled. âYouâre my favorite member!â blurted the older girl, Hyejin. She glanced between you and Yoongi and smiled brightly. âI had a feeling you two were dating.â
You stiffened and stared at her, pulling down your face mask and shaking your head. âO-oh, no, uhâŠweâre not! Weâre just-,â
âYouâre right,â said Yoongi, pulling his own face mask down to reveal a soft, knowing smile. He turned his tender eyes toward the girl and she blushed. âWeâre buying ingredients for dinner tonight. Do you have any recommendations?â
The girl gaped before nodding her head furiously. âI know how to make a really good carbonara!â
The younger girl approached you with a grin, holding out her phone to you with trembling hands. âC-Could I get a picture with you?â she asked gently.
You blinked at it, then looked at Yoongi whose hand had been seized in the older girlâs grip, guiding him down the aisle toward the pasta. You then turned back to the girl and a shy smile crept across your lips. âUmâŠsure,â you said, taking it from her hands and bending slightly to match her height.
You took a few photos together until the girl found one she liked. âOh! Iâm Mijin by the way,â she said with a smile. âIâm a really, really huge fan! My sister too,â she said, then turned down the aisle to see Hyejin talking animatedly about pasta. She laughed. âSorry she stole your boyfriend.â
You flushed and rubbed your hands together. Nervous habit. âAhâŠs-she can have him. Nobody knows it, and heâd die if he knew I told you, but he makes super bad puns at home.â
She glanced at you slyly and gave you a smirk. âReally?â
You pinched the bridge of your nose and put on an exhausted expression, sighing. âWhich country's capital has the fastest-growing population?â you asked.
She giggled. âHm,â she began, then shook her head. âI donât know.â
âIreland,â you said, eyeing her. âEvery day itâs Dublin.â
Mijin let out a rapturous laugh that captured her sisterâs attention. The girl rushed back to us and glanced between us with narrowed eyes. âDid she tell you something embarrassing about me?â she asked.
Yoongi approached at a leisurely pace, smiling. âNo! Something embarrassing about Yoongi,â said Mijin, still fighting off laughter.
Yoongi cocked a brow and crossed his arms. âOh?â
You glanced away, scratching your jaw, and whistled a little. âI donât know what sheâs talking about.â
Yoongi flicked your forehead and the two of you chuckled. Lingering quietly beside you, the two girls exchanged loaded glances. Suddenly, you worried that youâd been too affectionate with Yoongi. Were these two not so accepting after all? Was it really just like Jackson said? You felt your stomach go cold and you watched your hands as they clasped the grocery basket, knuckles straining against your skin. You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself for whatever onslaught of anger youâd face.
But, to your surprise, Hyejin simply cleared her throat and rocked back and forth on her heels, a bashful flush in her cheeks. âUmâŠY/N?â she asked quietly, standing close to your side.
âYes?â you managed to choke out, your nerves suffocating.
She scratched her arm and quietly handed you her phone. âCouldâŠcould I also get a picture?â
You stiffened and glanced between Hyejinâs downcast eyes and her pale, outstretched hand. âUh,â you began, then shook your head, returning to your senses with a smile. âOf course.â
She beamed up at you and giggled as she took her spot beside you, holding up a V sign. âWait!â called Mijin, grabbing Yoongi by the thick sleeve of his black sweater. âLetâs get a group selfie!â
You paused for a moment as Yoongi came to stand behind you. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your heart raced as you strained your neck to meet his smiling eyes.
âYoongi-,â you began.
But he simply silenced you with a peck to your cheek. âTake the picture. I think itâll turn out nice.â
Blushing, you obliged and snapped the shot, all four of you smiling in the deserted grocery store aisle. Once the photo was taken, Yoongi settled for simply holding your hand in his, your face masks still wrapped below your chins, revealing your faces in entirety.
Hyejin was about to speak when a shrill voice shouted from all around the large store. âMijin! Hyejin! Come to the registers right now!â she shouted over the PA system.
You laughed a little, concealing it as a cough, and wondered just what would have happened if youâd followed through with your impulse to use the PA system yourself.
âAw!â whined Mijin with a pout. âI wanted to stay longer.â
âRight now!â repeated the voice.
Hyejin and Mijin exchanged nervous looks before smiling brightly at the two of you. âWe gotta go,â said Hyejin gently as Mijin began jogging in place. âTh-thank you guys for taking the pictures.â
You smiled and patted her head. âThank you for being our fans,â you said.
She smiled. âIsâŠumâŠis it okay if I post it? All of my friends would be so excited,â she said, her eyes round and expectant.
You were about to adamantly refuse, mindful not to allow this breach to spread further, but Yoongi beat you to it. âPlease do,â he said, then draped an arm over your shoulders. âAnd tag us.â
The girls giggled and agreed to Yoongiâs request before running off down the aisle, waving over their shoulders before disappearing. Quickly, you threw Yoongiâs arm off of you and shot him a glare.
âMin Yoongi, do you realize what you just did?â you asked.
He laughed a little, the gummy kind, and shrugged. âIs it so wrong to be proud of my boyfriend?â
You stiffened, struggling to maintain your resolve, and coughed a little, crossing your arms. âStillâŠwhat if it turns out bad?â
Yoongi laughed a little, gently cupping your face in his warm hands. âWhat if it doesnât?â
The simplicity in his words disarmed you and you could do nothing but stand still, flushed, as his thumbs traced circles into your skin. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was a chaste kiss. The kind youâd wanted to do a million times on your late-night dates to the park, your covert coffee-shop trysts, your early morning walks through the city. The kind you saw couples do every day. His lips were soft and gentle, and revealed the quiet intensity that made you fall for him in the first place.
You sighed into him as he slowly broke away, leaning back to give you a grin. âAnd besides, that Hyejin girl has a crush on you,â he said with a wink. âGotta keep my competition in line.â
âYoongi!â you shouted, giving his chest a big smack.
But there was no malice in it. And as you two continued shopping, masks forgotten, smiling freely, you knew that whatever was to come you could face it together. As cliche as it seemed, you knew that your feelings for each other were strong enough to withstand outside pressure. Your companies would have your heads on a silver platter. Your group mates would give you endless lectures. You may have an army of Yoongi stans checking you out and sizing you up.
But you knew one thing for sure: if Mijin and Hyejin were anything to go by, you could both trust your fans.
And more than anything, you could both trust each other to weather the consequences, whatever they may be.
#bts#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts imagine#bts imagines#bts reaction#bts reactions#bts oneshot#bts one shot#yoongi oneshot#yoongi one shot#yoongi request#bts request#bts reader insert#bts yoongi#suga#bts suga#yoongi fluff#yoongi angst
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
Lights, Camera, Act Right (CH 1)
Most men in Hanzo's line of work lived glamorously if not gaudy lives adorned with drugs, jewels, cars, and their personal preference of company to keep the lonely nights at bay. While it was undeniable that they might've had a passion for their art - he couldn't find it in himself to respect someone who blatantly threw their wealth around as if it contributed even an inch to their acting ability. Which led him to the predicament that he was in now. Staring into the eyes of a harpy who'd yelled herself hoarse and red-faced after he made it explicitly clear that no matter how much of a tantrum she threw or how many zeros she put in her offer, he would not be her eye candy to the premiere that evening. It wasn't her fault really, she was a lovely woman before all of the screaming and ranting, and Hanzo figured any man would've been happy to be on her arm. However, he wasn't just any man and he certainly wasn't interested in someone who wanted to pay for his company. The very thought sent shivers down his spine. After all, he made enough money from the use of his likeness and the movies that he'd starred in along with the TV show cameos and other media outlets. And with the way the paparazzi were flashing their cameras, he could only assume that this would be another "cash cow" so to speak but also a headache for another time. His phone vibrated in his pocket, dragging his attention away from the fuming woman whose agent had scurried over to try and help her save face by calming her down. The man's pleas fell on deaf ears as Hanzo took the call, plugging one of his ears with a knuckle to better hear the person on the other line. "Hoho, you are in trouble, anija!" Genji said in a sing-song voice, the smug satisfaction practically dripping from his words. "The news spread that quickly?" Hanzo asked, turning on his heel and ignoring the irate cry of 'Get back here!' as he left the lobby area of the hotel, making a beeline for the elevator. "Yup," Genji replied, popping the 'p' in the way that Hanzo knew the situation was steadily going from bad to worse. "Says that you told her off and she was going to give you a piece of her mind." Hanzo sighed, thankful that he was alone in the elevator. The commotion from outside paired with security hindered most of the traffic flow into the building allowing him to slip away unnoticed for the time being. With his own security guarding the entrance, a lack of people flooding the halls and the elevators, Genjiâs voice was all he had to listen to.
Though that meant his plans for going out to get food were shot even if he was wearing a disguise. "She offered to give me a small fortune, Genji." "Oooh, wrong move," Genji tutted. "You know you're priceless, anija." Hanzo rolled his eyes. While his fame and wealth had brought him a considerable amount of prestige, little brothers would always be little brothers. The elevatorâs chime alerted him to reaching the uppermost level and he stepped off with a cursory glance down either side of the hall. Fishing his key card from his pocket, he headed to his room, listening to Genji chatter on about his day and the progress heâd made with editing and posting up his videos.
âComments on YouTube are the funniest thing in the world, brother, Iâm telling you,â Genji cackled, the clacking of keys carrying over the phoneâs receiver.
Hanzo unlocked his room door and slipped inside, pulling off his shoes while balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear. âWhen they arenât fighting against each other for âfirstâ or insulting one anotherâs mother?â
Stumbling forward after getting them off, he set them neatly by the door and made way for his bed, undoing his top knot as he went.
âWell, at least itâs a lot easier to get comments on YouTube than it is on fanfiction,â Genji answered, Hanzoâs sharp gasp eliciting raucous laughter, loud enough that he had to move the phone away from his ear.
If looks could kill, his phone wouldâve been dead ten times over as he glared at the receiver as if it offended his entire family just by existing to relay such a horrendous message. âYou swore to never mention that again,â he hissed, sitting down and slowly bringing it back to his ear. âYouswore Genji.â
âYeah, well, all is fair in love and validation,â Genji said, not sounding sorry in the slightest.
Hanzo huffed and laid back on the duvet with a heavy thump, bouncing slightly as the mattress shifted beneath his weight. One hand combing through his hair while the other settled the phone between his shoulder and head again, he set to taking off his watch and wrist bracelet, pausing when he caught sight of the time. Genjiâs laughter and chatter faded away as Hanzo sat up abruptly, knocking the phone across the bed. His head on a swivel towards the digital clock on his bedside table, 5:45 PM flashing at him in bright white letters.
Keeping his gaze on the clock, he slowly lifted up the phone to his ear and caught the tailwind of another of Genjiâs stories about opening fan letters. There wasnât any sound beyond his little brotherâs ranting â as if he was home alone. Hanzoâs eyes narrowed.
âGenji,â Hanzo interrupted, voice eerily calm and quiet. âWhat time is it for you?â
âUh.. about two forty-five, whââ Genji paused mid sentence and Hanzo felt the other shoe drop when a muffled noise and sharp cry of âfuckâ came through on the other side.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Hanzo groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling another raging headache coming on. âGenji, tell me you remembered to pick up the boys from school,â he pleaded, hoping that his little brother was just in his work room rather than home alone at 2:45 in the afternoon⊠on a school day.
âWhat was thatâŠ?â Genji asked, muffled crackling noises coming through and Hanzo held the phone a little ways from his ear, glaring at it with disdain. âSorry Hanzo, I wasnât.. Oh no, the connection is breaking⊠IâŠâ
There was absolutely no way the connection could be breaking. Genji prided himself on his data and uploading speed, if even one of his videos or calls lagged, he would throw a fit. And Hanzo would never hear the end of it. Eyebrow twitching, Hanzo breathed in deeply and counted backwards from ten before exhaling.
âGenji, I swear to you,â he began, praying to the heavens for patience.
âRelax, brother,â Genji chided, although he sounded slightly out of breath, from running to the car if Hanzoâs guess was right. âIâm only⊠fifteen minutes late.â
Hanzo pursed his lips, sucking his teeth as a thought came to mind. âDo you remember that âWorlds Best Uncleâ mug I got for you?â
âUse it everyday,â Genji chirped.
Hanzo smiled thinly, whispering ominously. âIâm breaking it into pieces.â
âNo, brother please, anything but the mug!â
âThen your face,â Hanzo said dryly, scowling at the wall. âIâm breaking your face.â
Genji sighed. âWell, the mug was nice while it lasted.â
It was moments like this that Hanzo wished heâd gotten the dog that he asked for instead of the screaming pink-faced raisin that was Genji Shimada. Alas, thirty-five years later, he was still stuck with him for better or worse. Right now though, it was worse.
â Genji .â
âMy face is what makes me money, brother!â Genji shouted, the sound of a car door unlocking making Hanzo roll his eyes. âAnd you know what they say about your money maker.â
âIf you donât pick up your nephews in the next ten minutes, your older brother will smash it?â
A beat of silence passed between them, only the sounds of Genji clicking his seatbelt to Hanzoâs relief filling the void before his brother spoke again with a deadpan tone. â....That was terribly literal.â
âThe clock is ticking, Genji,â Hano replied, making a âtick tockâ noise, biting back laughter at Genjiâs exaggerated groan.
âOkay, okay. Iâll call you back when I get them, Dadzo .â
Seizing up at the nickname, Hanzo shouted indiginantly, Â âGenââ before three soft beeps punctuated the end of the call leaving him alone in his hotel room staring at the obnoxious display picture of his brother when heâd dyed his hair an eye-gouging shade of green. Sliding through his apps, Hanzo opened up one of his photo albums and shuffled backwards onto the bed until his back pressed against the headboard, thumbing through the photos until he found one of two boys smiling at the camera and waving.
The caption beneath it reading âShingen and Hayao stole your phone - Genjiâ. Hanzo snorted, shaking his head as he switched from the photo album to his voice mails, scrolling through to one of the most recent saved ones. Pressing it, he waited for it to start playing, smiling as two young voices laughing and yelling filled the background with Genjiâs trying to talk over them.
âHanzo! Answer your phone! Ugh, hey guys, could you come here real fast?â
Dogs barking and loud footsteps followed, the noise muffled on the other end, Genjiâs voice further away and hard to make out.
âOn the count of three⊠real loud⊠home earlyâŠâ
Hanzo knew what was coming and held his phone further from his ear when two loud voices yelled, âDad, we miss you!â, at the same time. It nearly blew his eardrum the first time he listened in â afraid that something mightâve happened. Only to find that it was one of his brotherâs pranks but also a heartfelt message. Genjiâs laughter coming through as he said, âCome home soon, brother! And call me back, you do know how a phone works right?â
Hanzo rolled his eyes heavenward but his smile fell. The room seemed⊠so much bigger in the absence of voices or other persons. It was strange.
âMaybe I have been away from home too long,â he muttered, rewinding the message and laying his phone beside him, letting it play out again.
His eyes fluttered shut and he breathed in deeply. Perhaps if he just imagined it, it would feel like he was at home.
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Keep calm and change your picture.
Wake up and be awesome!
Make life fun, tomorrow isnât guaranteed.
Be someoneâs sunshine today.
Sometimes you gotta listen to your brain just to save your heart.
Today I choose to be the best version of myself.
My new profile picture after so long.
Many have an image of me, but few get the picture.
Thereâs always a wild side to an innocent face.
Living my life in my style.
The best of me is yet to come.
Just hanging with my Friends!
Capture the moment. It lives forever.
Collect memories not things.
Life is not a matter of milestones, but of moments.
You are the creator of your own destiny.
Life is either a great adventure or nothing.
The only things in life you regret are the risks you didnât take.
I feel good today.
Itâs cool being me.
Stay classy!
Cherish the things that money canât buy.
Sun is alone too but it still shines.
You have every right to a beautiful Life!
I just leveled up.
A better version of me.
Bloom where you are planted.
Stay a mystery, itâs better.
Look good, feel good, do good.
You have two hands. One to help yourself, the second to help others.
Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful too.
Happy Profile Picture Captions
Love life, and life finds a beautiful way to love you back.
There are so many beautiful reasons to be happy.
To enjoy the rainbow, first enjoy the rain.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
Happy days are here again!
Be a warrior, not a worrier.
When your heart is happy, your mind is free.
Surround yourself with those who make you happy.
I donât want a perfect life; I want a happy life.
Life is made of small moments like this.
Live for the moments you canât put into words.
Donât wait for the PERFECT MOMENT take the moment and make it PERFECT.
To be happy is the most important thing in life.
Stay true to you and you will end up incredibly happy.
I choose to be happy. Be happy always.
Life isnât about waiting for the storm to pass. Itâs learning to dance in the rain.
Live for the moments you canât explain with words.
No man is a failure who is enjoying life.
Stay close to what keeps you feeling alive.
Whatever you do in life, make sure it makes you happy.
Funny Captions for Profile Pictures
Awarded as best picture of the year đ
Iâm tired with this day, I need a new one.
When nothing goes right, go left instead!
You canât handle me even if I came with instructions.
I love my job only when Iâm on vacation.
There are a million fish in the sea, But Iâm a Mermaid.
Too lazy to think of a caption.
Iâm not lazy. Iâm just on my energy saving mode.
You love me? Cool I love myself tooâŠ
Iâm a wonder of wonders.
Iâm not beautiful like you. Iâm beautiful like me đ
I wonât be impressed with technology until I can download food.
I may not be perfect. But I am 18 and totally⊠AwesomeâŠ!!
Iâll be alright. One day. Someday. Just not today.
Laziness is the mother of all bad habits but ultimately, she is a MOTHER and we should respect her.
If youâre going to be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty.
I am not perfect but I am limited edition.
Be inspired but donât COPYâŠ!!
Iâm the eighth wonder of the world.
Just live, love and eat; Repeat.
I am proud to say that I am perfectly imperfect đ
âNOBODY IS PERFECTâ, I am NOBODY so Iâm PERFECT đ
Iâm a direct descendant from awesomeness.
Iâm not lazy. Someone just stole my motivation.
Sometimes, you donât need a caption. The picture says it all!
Cute Captions for Selfies
Sending my Selfie to NASA, because Iâm a star.
I donât take selfies all the time. I just do it once and a while every day.
When you take a selfie so good, you canât believe itâs you.
But first, let me take a selfie.
WARNING: U may fall in love with my face.
OMG, look at my selfie.
Confidence level: Selfie with no filter
The best selfies are the ones that arenât.
Donât copy my style of taking Selfies.
Morning time is Selfie time.
Does this selfie make me look fat?
God is really creative, I mean⊠Just look at me.
I woke up like thisâŠ!!
I love selfies.
There is beauty in simplicity.
Proof that I can do selfies better than you.
A Selfie a day keeps the friends away.
I graduated from the university of Selfies.
I donât take selfies all the time, just every day.
Motivational Captions for Display Pictures
Look in the mirror. Thatâs your competition.
Turn your face towards sun, and the shadows fall behind you.
Fly high and touch the sky. Never give up!!!
Aim for the moon, if you miss you may hit a star.
Hakuna Matata!
If sky is the limit, then go there.
If you get tired learn to rest not to quit.
They told me I couldnât thatâs why I did.
Donât be afraid of being a beginner, everyone starts somewhere.
If you can stay positive in a negative situation you win.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
âBe Strongâ a phrase thatâs easy to say but a hard thing to do when youâre broken.
Be silent and let your success shout.
If opportunity doesnât knock build a door.
Stop looking for happiness in the same place you just lost it.
If you can dream it, you can do it.
I am not the best but I am trying my best.
Always hold your head up.
Being different is one of the most beautiful things on earthâŠ
To be inspired is great, to inspire is incredible.
Count your rainbows, not your thunderstorms.
Live the life youâve imagined.
Follow your hopes and not your fears.
Fear can hold you prisoner; hope can set you free.
Where hope grows, miracles blossom.
Life is way too short for bad vibes.
Think positive. Live positive.
Never stop looking upâŠ!!
Donât let someone dim your light, simply because itâs shining in their eyes.
Donât ever let anyone dull your sparkle.
Great things never came from comfort zones.
Dream it. Believe it. Achieve it!
Dreams donât work unless you do.
I choose to make the rest of my life, the best of my life.
Look at the world through RAINBOW colored glass.
Where there is no struggle, there is no strength.
Stop wishing for it and start working for it.
I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.
If people are trying to bring you down it only means that you are above them.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
When Life Gets Blurry, Adjust Your FOCUS.
To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.
The secret of getting ahead is getting started.
Your life is message to the world make sure itâs inspiring.
Everyone you meet has something to teach you.
Deal with your problems before they deal with your happiness.
Life is too short to be wasted in finding answers. Enjoy the questions!
Make peace with your broken pieces.
Try to be a rainbow in someoneâs cloud.
Life is a journey and only you hold the key.
Live now. Make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again.
Donât let people tell you the sky is the limit, when thereâs footprints on the moon.
Self-love Captions for your Profile Pictures
Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.
Donât look for miracles. YOU yourself are the miracle.
Inner beauty should be the most important part of improving oneâs self.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the HEART.
If you are confident, you are beautiful.
Elegance is the only beauty that never fades.
Be your kind of beautiful.
Be the type of person that you want to meet.
I am more than what you see.
There is great beauty in being yourself.
There is no competition because nobody can be me.
I donât need your approval to be me.
I am the writer of my own life story.
No beauty shines brighter than that of a good heart.
Love Capti
1 note
·
View note
Text
A woman in the men's room: when will the art world recognise the real artist behind Duchamp's Fountain?
âEvidence suggests the famous urinal Fountain, attributed to Marcel Duchamp, was actually created by Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven. Why havenât we heard of her, asks Siri Hustvedt
Paintings, novels and philosophy made by men feel more elevated somehow, more serious, while works by women feel flimsier and more emotional. Masculinity has a purifying effect, femininity a polluting one. The chain of associations that infect our thought dates back to the Greeks in the west: male, mind-intellect, high, hard, spirit, culture as opposed to female, body, emotion, soft, low, flesh, nature. The chains are hierarchical, man on top and woman on bottom. They are often subliminal, and they are emotionally charged. Ironically, these enduring associations become all the more important when the artwork in question is a urinal â a pee pot for men.
Advertisement
The story goes like this: Marcel Duchamp, brilliant inventor of the âready-madeâ and âanti-retinal artâ, submitted Fountain, a urinal signed R Mutt, to the American Society of Independent Artists in 1917. The piece was rejected. Duchamp, a member of the board, resigned. Alfred Stieglitz photographed it. The thing vanished, but conceptual art was born. In 2004 it was voted the most influential modern artwork of all time.
But what if the person behind the urinal was not Duchamp, but the German-born poet and artist Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven (1874-1927)? She appears in my most recent novel, Memories of the Future, as an insurrectionist inspiration for my narrator. One reviewer of the novel described the baroness as âa marginal figure in art history who was a raucous âproto-punkâ poet from whom Duchamp allegedly stole the concept for his urinalâ. It is true that she was part of the Dada movement, published in the Little Review with Ezra Pound, Djuna Barnes, TS Eliot, Mina Loy and James Joyce and has been marginalised in art history, but the case made in my book, derived from scholarly sources enumerated in the acknowledgements, is not that Duchamp âallegedly stole the concept for his urinalâ from Von Freytag-Loringhoven, but rather that she was the one who found the object, inscribed it with the name R Mutt, and that this âseminalâ artwork rightly belongs to her.
In the novel, I quote a 1917 letter Duchamp wrote to his sister, Susanne. I took the translation directly from Irene Gammelâs excellent biography of Von Freytag-Loringhoven, Baroness Elsa: âOne of my female friends who had adopted the masculine pseudonym Richard Mutt sent me a porcelain urinal as a sculpture.â I got it wrong. Glyn Thompson, an art scholar and indefatigable champion of the baroness as the brain behind the urinal, pointed out to me that Duchamp wrote âavait envoyĂ©â not âmâa envoyĂ©â â âsent inâ, not âsent meâ. R Mutt was identified as an artist living in Philadelphia, which is where she was living at the time. In 1935 AndrĂ© Breton attributed the urinal to Duchamp, but it wasnât until 1950, long after the baroness had died and four years after Stieglitzâs death, that Duchamp began to take credit for the piece and authorise replicas.
Duchamp said he had purchased the urinal from JL Mott Ironworks Company, adapting Mutt from Mott, but the company did not manufacture the model in the photograph, so his story cannot be true. Von Freytag-Loringhoven loved dogs. She paraded her mutts on the sidewalks of Greenwich Village. She collected pipes and spouts and drains. She relished scatological jokes and made frequent references to plumbing in her poems: âIron â my soul â cast iron!â âMarcel Dushitâ. She poked fun at William Carlos Williams by calling him WC. She created God, a plumbing trap as artwork, once attributed to Morton Schamberg, now to both of them. Gammel notes in her book that R Mutt sounds like Armut, the word for poverty in German, and when the name is reversed it reads Mutter â mother. The baronessâs devout mother died of uterine cancer. She was convinced her mother died because her tyrannical father failed to treat his venereal disease. (The uterine character of the upside-down urinal has long been noted.) And the handwriting on the urinal matches the handwriting Von Freytag-Loringhoven used for her poems.
All this and more appears in Gammelâs biography. All this and more reappears in my novel. All the evidence has been painstakingly reiterated in numerous articles and, as part of the Edinburgh festival fringe, Glyn Thompson and Julian Spalding, a former director of Glasgow Museums, mounted the 2015 exhibition A Ladyâs Not a Gentâs, which presented the factual and circumstantial evidence for reattribution of the urinal to Von Freytag-Loringhoven.
The museums, including the Tate, have not budged. The standard Fountain narrative with Duchamp as hero goes on. I am convinced that if the urinal had been attributed to the baroness from the beginning, it would never have soared into the stratosphere as a work of consummate genius. Women are rarely granted such status, but the present reputation of Fountain, one that was hardly instantaneous but grew slowly over the course of many decades, has made the truth embarrassing, not to speak of the money involved and the urgent need to rewrite history. The evidence is there. They canât or wonât see it. Why?
Expectation is the better part of perception, most of it unconscious. Past experience determines how we confront the world in the present. Prejudgment and stereotyping are part of cognition, but those preordained ideas â authority is masculine, for example â are cultural. Most people know about implicit bias. The media are full of it. Take the implicit association test to see if you are a racist or sexist. But as Perry Hinton put it: âThe implicit stereotypical associations picked up by an individual do not reflect a cognitive bias but the associations prevalent in their culture â evidence of âculture in mindâ.â We need âgut feelingsâ, but we also devise post hoc explanations for them: âCertainly, Freytag-Loringhoven had created broadly similar scatological works but nothing that held the thinking expressed in Duchampâs piece.â I lifted this sentence from an online article at Phaidon.com called The Fascinating Tale of Marcel Duchampâs Fountain. I quote it in the novel. The writer does not explain what he means by âthinkingâ or why works by the baroness lack thought.
To open oneself to any work â a sculpture, a book of literature or philosophy â is to acknowledge the authority behind it. When the spectator or reader is a man and the artist or thinker is a woman, this simple act of recognition can give rise to bad feelings of emasculation, what I call âthe yuck factorâ â the unpleasant sensation of being dragged down into fleshy feminine muck. But because the feelings are automatic, they may never be identified and can easily be explained away: she couldnât think. She was a wild woman who wore tin cans for a bra. She turned her body into Dada. In 1913, she picked a rusted ring off the street, a found object, and named it Enduring Ornament, a year before Duchampâs first readymade, Bottle Rack, but she wasnât thinking. She couldnât have influenced him. She was emotional, out of control â crazy. Duchamp, on the other hand, was dry, witty, a chess-playing genius of pure conceptual mind, a hero of high culture.
The baroness called herself âart aggressive.â She celebrated and elevated bodily machinery, rejoiced in verbal hijinks, and pitied Duchamp for devolving into âcheap, bluff, giggle frivolityâ. She played with the outrage, contempt and disgust she incited. She wrote: âYou forget, madame â that we are the masters â go by our rules.â She broke the rules. The evidence is there. She sent in the urinal. Itâs time to rewrite the story.
Memories of the Future by Siri Hustvedt is published by Hodder & Stoughton at ÂŁ18.99. Buy it for ÂŁ16.71 at guardianbookshop.com.
This article was amended on 1 April 2019 to replace the main image, which due to a captioning error wrongly claimed to show Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven.
... as you join us today from the Netherlands, we have a small favour to ask. Through these turbulent and challenging times, millions rely on the Guardian for independent journalism that stands for truth and integrity. Readers chose to support us financially more than 1.5 million times in 2020, joining existing supporters in 180 countries.
With your help, we will continue to provide high-impact reporting that can counter misinformation and offer an authoritative, trustworthy source of news for everyone. With no shareholders or billionaire owner, we set our own agenda and provide truth-seeking journalism thatâs free from commercial and political influence. When itâs never mattered more, we can investigate and challenge without fear or favour.
Unlike many others, we have maintained our choice: to keep Guardian journalism open for all readers, regardless of where they live or what they can afford to pay. We do this because we believe in information equality, where everyone deserves to read accurate news and thoughtful analysis. Greater numbers of people are staying well-informed on world events, and being inspired to take meaningful action.
We aim to offer readers a comprehensive, international perspective on critical events shaping our world â from the Black Lives Matter movement, to the new American administration, Brexit, and the world's slow emergence from a global pandemic. We are committed to upholding our reputation for urgent, powerful reporting on the climate emergency, and made the decision to reject advertising from fossil fuel companies, divest from the oil and gas industries, and set a course to achieve net zero emissions by 2030.â - Siri Hustvedt, Fri 29 Mar 2019 13.00, https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/mar/29/marcel-duchamp-fountain-women-art-history
Interessant artikel over het beroemde werk van marcel duchamp, en of dit werk wel echt van hem is.
0 notes
Text
Rivals (Part 1)Â Harry Potter!au
TOMHOLLANDXREADERÂ
(1,559 words)Â Â (i might change the title)
request: Yes
Warning: Swearing, prod bad writing, IâM NOT JK ROWLING
A/N: I love Harry Potter so much so i had a really hard time writing this, i wanted to do it justice so i hope it did. I might do more (these might take a while to write) also i have been kinda depressed lately so writing has been kinda slow iâm hopefully gonna get back into it this week! This is also my first request so if you wanna send some go ahead.
Masterlist  Request  ENJOY
 âAya, Aya where are you girl? Weâre going to be late!â you shout looking behind a stack of wands. â[Y/N] darlingâ your mother chimes holding a Sable ferret out for you. âFound her in the workshop, are you ready to go?â she asked placing Aya in your bag âYeah, just needed Ayaâ âYou should be off then, gosh fifth year alreadyâ she says pecking your cheek âI wish I could see you off butâ you cut her off âFirst day of school busiest time of yearâ smiling you grab your luggage cart and make to the door blowing your mum one last kiss you shut the door behind you. âOllivanderâs now open, get your wandsâ you shout to the patrons of Diagon Alley
âYouâre lucky we didnât miss the trainâ you whisper to Aya who has found herself curled up in your Ravenclaw scarf. Sticking your wand in the door before it closes the conductor smiles âJust in time, lass. Ticket?â handing the man you ticket he ushers you onto the train, and takes your luggage. Walking down the long aisle of compartments, your lateness cost you a good spot on the train coming to the only somewhat empty compartment you knock on the glass.
âDo you mind, everywhere else is full?â you ask the two boys in the compartment âOf courseâ one says motioning to the empty bench across from them âThanks, the price of being late I supposeâ you laugh grabbing Aya from you bag âCome on girl, stretch your legsâ you say placing her on the seat next to you scratching her ear and turning in a circle she morphs into a black cat wearing a small pink charm round its neck. âBrilliantâ one of the boys blurt â[Y/N] Ollivander, and this is Aya.â You stick out your hand and they shake it âI remember you, you sold me my wand. Iâm Harrison, thats Tomâ âWhat was itâŠâ you think for a moment âA walnut, thirteen and a half inches, unicorn hair, my grandad taught me to never forget a wandâ âHowâd she do that thing with changingâ Harrison asks pointing to Aya âShe wears a Transfiguration charm, she can transform into anything her size anything bigger and gets really tired. Tâwas a gift.â
âAnything off the trolley, anything off the trolley dears?â the old sweat lady asks âA gummy snake and one pumpkin cookieâ pulling out your coin purse handing the women three gold coins. The snake squirms in the package. Placing the cookie down for Aya you unwrap the gummy snake, it hisses and wiggles in you grasp after a few hisses from Aya you bite the head and the gummy goes stiff.
Walking back into the compartment you see the boys have both changed into their robes as well, seeing them in uniform you recognize them better âWait, your Tom Holland, the Gryffindor seeker? You look different.â You ask tightening your tie. When you say different you really mean hot, Tom Holland was scrawny and sure as hell didnât have that face last year. âEveryone says thatâ he laughs. âYou do, you were almost as hard to see as the snitchâ you giggle âright, youâre the Ravenclaw seekerâ he says looking you up and down, nodding you hear the train whistle taking your seat you await the sight of the station
----SOME TIME LATER---
âNow let the feast beginâ Headmistress McGonagall shout as food appears before you. Glazed ham, green beans, sweet rolls, and wheat roll all the food you could imagine. The evening sky bewitched on the ceiling candles floating through the air. When the boy across from you reaches for a chicken leg you catch a glance of Tom staring at you, mouth full of food he gives you a strange look and returns to his conversation. When the feast ends your called back to your dorm for bunk placement.
---TOMORROW---
âMr. Holland, can you please tell me three main ingredients of a love potionââ The professor asks knowing the boys in the back werenât playing attention âum, yeah its, uhâ he flipped through his book âCan anyone tall meâ the professor asked the class, when no one answered you blurted out âAshwinder Egg, Rose Thorns, and uh, Refined Peppermint Oil, sirâ you hated speaking in class âVery good Miss Ollivander, nowâ as the lesson began you stole a glance back at Tom who was glaring at you. Did I do something you think.
As you were on your way back to the Ravenclaw common room the stair case began to shutter and the move. Grabbing the railing you curse under your breath âDamn thingâ someone said from behind you, yelping you turn quickly dropping a book over the side on the railing. Aya jumps from your bag then off the now stationary staircase âDonât do that ya, divâ you laugh punching you friend Mary Potter in the arm. âSorry, I havenât seen you and I got excited and hopped on before it could move.â Pulling her into a tight hug âI missed you, how was your holiday?â you ask as a hawk perches on the railing next you with a book a book in its mouth âMum and I went to China with the Weasleyâs. Hello Ayaâ she says patting the bird as you walk.
Picking a grape off the vine you flip the page in your potion book âAre you nervous?â Mary asks playing with Aya who is now a cat
âAbout what?â plopping a leaf into your cauldron it bubbles, was it supposed to do that. âThe first game of the year, quidditch?â excitement poured out of her âNot really, should I be?â you ask popping another grape in your mouth âTomâs been training a lot and he gotâŠwell betterâ she says sheepishly âTell him to bring it on, may the best seeker, uh, team winâ you giggling is cut short by the very serious look on Maryâs face âLook, he may seem like a nice guy but, he isnât. The guy is competitive as all hell and would do anything to win, just be carefulâ she whispered while leaving. How bad could he be, on the train he seemed sweet.
 âWelcome everyone to the first quidditch match of the season, were in for a treat today ladies and gentlemen. We have Gryffindor facing off against Ravenclaw.â The announcers voice boomed over the roar off the crowd
âLetâs get out the and play some ball.â The caption yelled as the doors opened and he flew out. Gripping the broom, you zoomed from out into the open air, you missed the feeling so much. The wind in your hair, the deafening sound of the crowd, and the smile plastered on your face. Across the field Gryffindorâs team flew through the air, heading towards the middle of the field Madam Hutch stood whistle in hand âI want a nice clean gameâŠâ she looked at Tom who snickered âon my markâ she bent down picked up the Quaffle she counted to three before throwing in the air beginning the game.
Zipping through the air you scan the field, Mary was in position of the Quaffle and was whizzing through the air towards the hoops throwing the ball she misses and the ball is intercepted by one of you chasers. The game played on and your team was three points behind when you finally saw a small golden flicker from the corner of your eyes, turning the snitched was sat hovering just out of arms reach âHere we goâ you giggle lunging at the small ball as it flies off, zooming through the air a Bludger streaks by thankfully not smashing into you. Losing sight of the snitch for a moment you scan the field again when your eyes focus on Tom on his broom reaching out his arm.
Weaving through the field you come up right next to Tom, giving you a devilish smile he knocks into you, gripping your broom tightly you stay your path. Looking straight at the snitch you monitor Tomâs action from out of your periphery. After a sharp left Tom makes to ram you again but to his surprise before making contacted you dove a few feet down causing him to fly in the complete wrong direction. Steading your broom you push off landing on your feet, reaching for the snitch you can feel its wings brush against your fingertips. Your broom begins to wobble, looking behind you Tom is in hot pursuit with a look of pure anger on his face, gripping tightly you lean forward even more under you the broom wiggles then thrashes as Tom rams you again. With a yelp you plummet to the ground, hitting the ground hard you hear a loud ringing and a faint crack.
Opening your eyes, you see Madam Hutch smiling accompanied by the headmistress a look of concern on her wrinkled face, A sharp pain shoots through your arm looking down you see that itâs being treated by a Madam Pomfrey. In your other hand you feel a something small wiggling around opening your hand the snitch zips out and hovers just above you. Smiling you looks around, the crowd was going wild, your team was hugging and cheering. âIt appears Iâve fallen off my broomâ you giggle as the world goes black,
THX 4 READING
Here are some beautiful KITTENS: @midtownvaledictorian@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked@tiemeupspidey @captain-katie-xx@panicatttckiss@champagneholland@seilamigliorcosacheabbiamaivisto@mendes-holland @maggie-starz @natalie-kn@vaeyron@wonderyoung @ging3r-fall@louisnholland@little-weirdo-13@calumminter@sunshiineandmoonliight @m-snop@tomhstories @rosieeemma @societalreject @bibs-fortuna  @antisocialoutcast12 @jadabelle @las-civus@oceantostars @tiemeupspidey @dr-tardis-who@hazelgracewatersaugustus @jessica-moon9 @sophietanda @yasstoeverygirloutthere @beccaaahh5711 @emptyy-skyy @parkeretmj
#tom holland#tom holland fanfictions#tom holland imagine#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x reader#tom holland series#tom holland hogwarts au#harry potter au#hogwarts au
96 notes
·
View notes