#had to take a pause typing for a roommate debrief

[fappellmoan]

so. good morning. it is 4pm. getting a real good start on the day. so right had a fun night im really glad i went out w friends instead of rotting remind me of that when i avoid going out past 6pm bc it's cold and dark. passed out on my friends couch after we went to a silly little costume party and then left (i made top 3. or 4 in musical chairs btw) and went to a gay bar. ran into my freshman year roommate and this girl. ive mentioned her before shes like the one my friend made out w last semester and is tangentially friends with film girl. idk why im telling u all this like ur keeping tabs but it's important to the local dyke lore anyway i apparently talked to her and my one masc gf from campus/instagram a lot and i think they're having a thing. who knows. not me thats for sure. there were some hot hopefully lesbians but i was not with it enough to be making any kind of move also so many of them were coupled up why r u at the CLUB go home and let the ceiling fan fall on u wtf. anyway so then i came home to take a 'nap' and slept on and off for three hours. and now im here. and i need to get stuff together for my senior film and i think my situationship is mad at me bc i havent been texting and it's weird bc once again we're in similar circles and they mentioned it during a production meeting with my friend and it's like homie respectfully. i do not have the time to be worried about your feelings and you have NO RIGHT to be pissed you 'dont know whats going on' with my film/life like idk... idk if im being mean it's just like i dont feel like i can really just relax and have fun with it being a casual thing bc they're secretly resentful and waiting for when ill have more time to Really Date. which i dont want! anyways. this post is long and got away from me but i needed to update. i promise it was closer to 4pm than 5 when i started typing jesus.

[justcourttee]

And They Were Roommates-Pt 16

Marinette couldn’t figure out where she wanted to start. There was so much she wanted to ask him about, so much she wanted to talk to him about. She wasn’t sure how much time she would have once they arrived at the coffee shop and she wasn’t sure she had the strength to begin the conversation after they were done.

“Marinette, what are you thinking about?”

His voice was so soft, so caring. It made her heart ache at the fact that it all could be an act. She let out a small sigh, dreading the conversation.

“A lot of things actually, for starters, what does being soulmates mean to you?”

Silence crept it’s way into the air, striking Marinette’s heart through its core.  

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I just know we haven’t had a chance to talk about it and -”

“No, no, no, please don’t apologize, your question just took me by surprise. You’re right, we haven’t had a chance to talk.” He paused, trying to choose his next words as carefully as possible.

“I think it means someone to spend the rest of your life with, someone who is not your exact match, but that compliments you in the areas that you may lack in life. I believe they should be romantic, but there is no reason why it couldn’t be platonic. A soulmate is a support system.”

Marinette bit her tongue, trying to hold back her retort. He answered her question and avoided it all at once.

“But what does that mean for us?”

Her eyes glanced over at his reddening cheeks as he tried to stutter out a response.

“I mean- I would uh- we could uh- I mean I would like to be romantic- or uh- try to be.”

“I would like that very much.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief, a smile slightly stretching across his face. A comfortable silence filled the car, but it was only momentarily. Her light heart grew heavy as she dove head first into the question that had been eating at her for the past few hours.

“Damian, do you know how I get my powers?”

“Sure, your miraculous, your earrings. They’re a gateway for small Gods to share their powers with mortals.”

Marinette sucked in a sharp breath, trying to shake the uneasiness she felt at his answer.

“Damian I,” she began level, gathering a stray piece of hair with her finger, absentmindedly twirling it. “I never told you that. How do you know so much about my miraculous?”

She watched his face carefully, looking for any indication of shock or slip that would confirm her worst fears, but he remained stoic, a slight frown replacing his smile.

“I grew up in the League of Assassins, as I’m sure you already knew. It was my mother’s goal to destroy your Order of Guardians and burn all but one box of Miraculous. Her and Grandfather believed they could use the jewelry to bring their own kind of order to Earth.”

He paused for a moment, letting her take in the information, only continuing when he felt she was ready.

“Of course, I was raised to assassinate any Guardians I came across, but that all changed on my tenth birthday. It was too dangerous in the League and my mother needed someone to dishevel my father’s work so that she could manipulate him into doing her bidding. So she dropped me off at his doorstep to raise. It ended up being her downfall. For once in my life, I had a family. It was rough at first, but as time passed on, I made meaningful connections.”

He paused to take a deep breath, his face looking pained as he continued.

“Then I died. When I was brought back to life, I was given a second chance, only to have my father die. Grayson raised me and cared for me more than my own father had when he was alive. When he was brought back to life, I no longer yearned for his approval. It was around that time that my mother and grandfather were killed.”

Marinette opened her mouth to apologize, the nausea and guilt eating her up, but Damian simply shook his head.

“Don’t even think about apologizing. It was a fair question. I imagine you are worried for the safety of your tiny Gods. Well, I can honestly tell you that I had no idea who you were until Tim outed you and I have no intention of misusing the Miraculous for any purpose or family matter. It is my word.”

The nausea slowly sank in her stomach, but the guilt still sat in her tightening chest. God, how could she think her soulmate would steal the Miracle Box? They sat in silence for the rest of the drive, Damian only speaking as he placed the car in park outside the shop.

“Marinette,” he placed his hand on her arm, causing the girl to turn her attention from the window to the warmth coursing through her. “I know all this is new, but I promise, I will never knowingly place you in danger or make myself a danger to you. If you ever feel like I am, please just let me know.”

She simply nodded as she reached to open her door, trying to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. Stepping out into the cold air, she quickly reached up to brush them away before making her way around the car to link her arm with his. He didn’t say anything, something she was grateful for as the two of them walked linked into the coffee shop. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“You are an imbecile who cannot read a clock is what you are.”

Marinette sighed as she took another sip from her hot chocolate, watching as Tim and Damian laid into each other over his brothers being ten minutes late. Dick and Stephanie were still deciding while Jason stood off to the side, waiting on the poor barista who was trying to offer them everything she could.

“Well Mr. Get Out Of My House, if you would’ve just let us settle this earlier, I wouldn’t have been woken at 1:30 in the morning to be dragged to a coffee house that sells mediocre beans! I mean seriously, where are the Costa Rican beans?”

If it was any other time, Marinette might’ve agreed, but she was too tired and too agitated to deal with him disrespecting her late night spot.

“Tim? Drop it. Either drink your coffee or give it to me.”

Her eyes must’ve screamed murder seeing as he begrudgingly sank into the couch, sipping his coffee in peace. She gently reached up and tugged Damian’s arm until he sat as well, the three of them in a tense silence as they waited for the others.

After another long ten minutes, Jason finally sank into the couch beside her, throwing an arm over the back of the couch, shaking his head.

“Princess, next time you want to hang late at night, can it at least be at a raging party? I’m going to fall asleep any minute now just from the vibe in here.”

“You should blame Tim, he didn’t strike me as the party type for a debrief.”

Jason chuckled as Tim’s frown deepened, only slightening when Stephanie took a seat beside him.

“Okay girly, we’re all here. So like, what’s the deal?”

Marinette sighed, setting her mug on the table in front of them, sparing a glance over her shoulder to ensure that the barista had returned to her position in the back of the store with her headphones.

“Tim, you wanted to know what made me so special that I would catch Lex Luthor’s attention, well, it was my design. I’m working on my business degree to start my own fashion empire, but I needed a sponsorship. He’s been following my work since I first came out when I was 16, focusing more on my college designs over the past two years. He wanted to sponsor me.”

“It’s Lex Luthor! He didn’t want you because of your designs!”

Stephanie slammed her elbow into Tim’s side as Jason and Damian shot him killer looks.

“What?! You all know it!”

Marinette let out a defeated sigh, raising her hands up in defeat.

“You’re partially right Tim. He wanted to sponsor me and in turn have me spy on your family. Not just business wise; no, he made it clear he knows something is going on between you all. I played dumb, let him tell me about your involvement with the Justice League, perhaps just as a beneficiary, but he couldn’t be sure. He wants to cut you off at your knees, but he needs proof first.”

Tim pressed his lips into a thin line, almost looking pained as he refrained from making another comment.

“Anyways, I told him I would consider his offer, after all, he showed me pretty ‘compelling’ evidence that I was just Damian’s holiday accessory.”

It was Damian’s turn to press his lips into a thin line, but his eyes told everyone how he felt about the comment.

“He gave me an untraceable phone that I dropped in the nearest trash can at the Gala and before you get hot headed Tim, I did it so that he couldn’t track me meeting up with you all or track me to my apartment. There are too many risks to go into business with a known villain.”

“But you don’t understand Marinette! We could’ve been feeding him information! You could’ve gone undercover as a double agent!” Stephanie tried to pull him back down, but he was too heated as he loomed over the table at the girl.

Damian stood, his hands curling into fists at his side, but a gentle touch from Marinette stopped him. Calmly she stood, crossing her arms as she strained to keep her face neutral.

“Tell me Tim. When you heroes sent Artemis undercover to work with Black Manta, how well did that end?”

A chill atmosphere crept in as all five faces around her fell, all recounting the tragedy of Wally West. Marinette nodded as she stood a little taller, her cool eyes never wavering.

“And tell me Tim, Why are you so willing to risk my life? The life of my friends? My whole future career? Why were you so willing to out my secret identity to not just Damian, but your entire family?”

Tim opened his mouth, but she refused to let him get a word out.

“No, I don’t want your excuses. If you hacked my profile in the JLE, then you know that I came here for a new start. The world is in a balance at the moment. Equal wars and tragedy to equal good and heroes. I wasn’t supposed to don the suit unless it was an emergency or injustice. But none of that matters, huh?”

“Princess, I’m sure Tim didn’t mean-” Jason was silenced by a small hand in his face, Marinette never averting her stare.

“I’m sure he did. Tell me Tim, you did your research before you showed up at my door. You knew who I was and what I was capable of. So Timothy Jackson Drake, can you look me in my eyes and tell me that you had no idea that my parents died three days before you arrived?”

Four sets of eyes turned expectantly at Tim, waiting for his denial. Marinette narrowed her eyes at his gaping mouth as he tried to find the right way to say it, but his words failed him.

“Tim, tell me you didn’t.”  Dick leaned forward in his chair, his hand landing softy in Tim’s knee.

“Yeah, Tim. Tell him.” Tears slipped down her face, the warmth as the fell matched the rage she felt inside.

After a moment of silence, Tim finally nodded, sinking further into his chair.

“I was hoping you would understand, but I see that was too much to hope. It was necessary for the mission, you were necessary for the mission. I knew you wouldn’t turn us down, the only thing I wasn’t counting on was your relationship with Damian.”

Jason and Stephanie both stood abruptly. In silence, they gathered their things and walked out the shop. Tim’s eyes followed their every movement, even as they pulled away on Jason’s motorcycle.

“I do understand Tim. You felt it was necessary. The difference is, I would’ve never put anyone in that position, no matter the mission. That’s where you overestimated.”

Marinette reached down to gather her now cold drink. Wordlessly, Damian stood and together, they exited the coffee shop, neither looking back.

The car ride was silent, but it was neither tense or awkward. No. There was finally an understanding between the two, an understanding to what the past month had been leading up to.

As Damian pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, Marinette finally spoke.

“I’m leaving in a couple hours with Chloe and Adrien to go to New York and then Paris to bury my parents.”

Damian nodded, slipping the keys into his coat pocket before reaching over to gather her hand.

“What time should I have my bags packed?”

She gently pulled her hand out of his grasp, her eyes sliding to look out the window at the night sky.

“I can’t ask you to come, you’ll miss Christmas with your family.”

“Trust me, right now, you’re the only family that matters.”

She nodded absentmindedly, pushing the door open to feel the cold air rush in, burning her cheeks. It was nice though. A reminder that she wasn’t completely numb. A reminder that she could still feel the small things.

Damian met her at the side door, offering his hand to help her out of the car. After a moment, she finally accepted, allowing him to pull her up. And just like that, her arm wrapped around his waist, his draped over her shoulders, the two made their way up to their apartment to salvage any sleep before they began the long trip in the morning.

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[conant21]

Heart of Iron

Sorry for the wait, my finals just finished so I should have more time to write. I am really excited where this is going. I have mapped out the rest of the chapters and I think I have an idea of who the reader ends up with but y'all have to wait. As always I hope you enjoy this chapter!!! Let me know what y'all think 

Prologue: The beginning  

Chapter One – Ophelia

April 6th, 2009…Two years later

It had been two years’ worth of training to get to the physical level of field agent. The SHEILD Academy of Operations had been home and had felt less like that in the past few months. Looking around your room, you spotted the picture of your dad... No, Tony you were as good as a stranger at this point. you knew that he would be proud of your work regardless, yet you had lied to him, faked your death and for that you could never show your face, at least not yet. “You ready the graduation ceremony is going to start soon and come on now you’re like the youngest agent to graduate,” yells Bobbi Morse a person whom you have grown to love as a sister. It felt nice to have someone look after you, she had taken you under her wing once you had entered the academy. The two of you had been roommates and with that, she showed you the ropes and ever since then you were thick as thieves. “Hey, you’re not even done packing! Come on you should be happy we finally get to head out to the field,” she exclaims walking in, “Oh I was just thinking about things…don’t give me that look Bob I am fine.” “Sure, whatever come on you can finish packing once the ceremony is over. I heard that the director would be present.” Getting off your bed, you joined Bobbi walking down towards the training yards. As you walked together giggling like school girls, a voice was calling out your name, spinning on your heel a short man, little bit on the chubby side, was surging forward towards the two of you. “Hello, I am Agent Billy Koenig, I was sent to take you to a debriefing.” Looking over at Bobbi who appears to be analyzing this strange man. “Umm… I wasn’t aware of any briefing. I was on my way to the graduating ceremony. I didn’t think I was an agent yet?” “Oh, it’s not that type of meeting come along it won’t take that long,” he replied already walking towards his destination. Looking towards Bobbi shrugging your shoulders, you told her that you would catch later, you rushing to keep up with Agent Koenig. After walking into the conference wing of the building, you finally asked whom your meeting was with. “You will see. This classified level 10 type of information I won’t be joining you, but Good luck!” replied Agent Koenig, giving one last look he shuffled off. Preparing yourself for whomever was on the other side of the oak doors, you pushed them open to be greeted by darkness. “Close and lock the doors,” replied a guff voice. Looking up a figure was standing behind the table. He was dressed in all black a long leather trench coat adorned his body. Something set across the back of his head, yet you couldn’t make it out in the darkness. Turing around the man approached taking a seat in one of the many chairs. “Are you going to keep staring or are you going to join me Agent?” replied the man, “Your director fury…I-I-I mean of cours-se you are I am sorry I wasn’t expecting you,” you could already feel the blush rising to your face. Waving a hand “It’s alright Agent Stark, I needed this to remain between the two of us without the knowledge of other Agents,” he paused, “I am hear to talk to you today about I mission. As you are aware you are the one of the youngest to leave the academy as an Agent, yet I would like to think this wasn’t some random occurrence. You know about the founders of SHEILD, your grandfather would be proud of you continuing the Stark legacy within SHEILD. This mission I am about to ask you… it will be hard, and I would understand if you have your doubts, but I can see you becoming one the finest Agents SHEILD has ever produced.”  He paused for a moment looking at you as if he could see through to your soul. “What do you know of hydra?” “I know that is was a rouge Nazi science division that Captain America took down once he killed the Red Skull,” you knew that confusion was clear on your face, yet you still had little to none understanding of why he was asking about Hydra. “What if I were to tell you that Hydra is very much alive. We have been gathering reports of such in eastern Europe. I would like to believe that it’s a small group trying to cause trouble again; which is why we need you.” “Me sir?” “Yes, we would like for you to infiltrate Hydra and work your way up the chain of command relaying information directly to me. It would stay between the two of us and Agent Hill; meaning you would seem a traitor in the eyes of SHIELD if you are caught or until we are able to take them down.” You stared at him in shock. you had never once in your life gone undercover, you were no Natasha Romanoff, yet he asked you an untested field agent to carry out a mission that many senior agents would be afraid to take on. “Sir, I am grateful for this opportunity, but are you sure that I am the best choice for this…I have never been in the field, Sir.” “That is where you are wrong Agent you being untested means that Hydra has yet to see you, they can train you to fight in their style. I personally think you are more than ready for this, but I understand if you don’t wish to partake.” Siting there for a moment your mind races looking for a reason to not accept, yet you kept coming to the same conclusion: you had none. Your father he is-is well coping, and you and Bobbi will be separated after today.  “Yes” You reply within a heartbeat looking up at the director. “Very good your personal effects are being removed as we speak; you will be leaving now with agent Hill she will help you make contact then you will be contacting me only after that” he replied standing from his chair walking towards the doors. “Good luck Y/F/N.”

April 20th, 2009

Walking down the cold streets of Budapest, you shove your hands in your fraying coat. It had been two weeks since you had gotten your assignment from Fury. You had been dropped off at a safe house and given a new identity. Ophelia Sarkissian; orphaned at the age of 9 you had been living of the streets for years and acquiring skills that the right person would notice. Your appearance remained mostly the same, yet the differences would be noticeable to those who knew you from the academy. Your hair had lost its shine and your eyes told stories of pain and hardship. Looking over your shoulder as you passed the rundown corner store you noticed men following you yet trying to remain inconspicuous. Finally, you thought, Hydra had finally noticed you. Pulling a cigarette from your coat’s pocket you lit it, standing in the entrance to an ally with your head down low waiting. A shuffling noise caught your ear from behind you. Turing around you noticed that the ally was empty. Tires screeching from the street before you could turn around. Men jumped out of a dark van grabbing you, cigarette falling from your mouth in the shuffle. In the unmarked van a dark bag was placed on your head blocking your sight from your captors. “Make a sound and you die,” came a voice from your right. Under the bag you smiled, little did they know it was you who captured them.

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