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emeraldelysian · 2 years ago

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Kim Hongjoong ✧ Better Than I Do

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Recommended By: Anonymous Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (Ft. Park Seonghwa) Genre: Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Synopsis: After having gone on a few dates with you, Hongjoong knew that he wanted to make you two official. There was just one test left before you two became exclusive: meeting his members. What happens when he finds you getting along with some of them much better than he had expected? Wordcount: 1.7K+ Warnings: Suggestive towards the end but nothing happens; jealous Hongjoong Note: I honestly ended up writing this three different ways, so I'm hoping that you all enjoy it! Asks are always open for like 99% of the time, but please check my Navigation post to make sure ♡︎

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Hongjoong wouldn't admit it, but he was completely smitten with you.

You both had only gone on a few dates up until now, mostly quiet talks within a local gallery or museum about the artwork in front of you, and about each other. The most recent visit took up the entirety of the day, with you two enjoying one another's company until closing time.

He felt comfortable around you much quicker than he had expected to. It was to the point where the silences between conversations weren't awkward when you two would hang out. When you were away though, he couldn't help but check his phone into the late hours just waiting for your response.

It hadn't taken him long to realize the feelings he developed for you. But there was still one thing he wanted to make sure of before he made things official: how you were around his members. When he brought up the idea of meeting them, you were nervous, wanting to make a good impression on the people he held so dearly to him.

You ended up asking Hongjoong four times what outfit you should wear, which subsequently lead him to help you choose accessories. He didn't mind, of course, always loving to help you out with your outfits. He also found it adorable how much you were willing to try to make them like you, even though he knew in his heart that they would probably like you. You even ended up bringing brownies and cookies - which immediately won everyone over.

The person you ended up getting along with the most though is Seonghwa. You both managed to connect on similar interests right away, talking about k-dramas that you were in the middle of. With that, the naturally extroverted Seonghwa could keep the conversation going even when you were quieter, asking you questions about yourself that even Hongjoong hadn't thought to ask yet.

But, despite his deep respect and appreciation for Park Seonghwa, he couldn't help but watch him with a deadly glare as he spoke to you.

He knew that the eldest member meant nothing by his words and wasn't trying to steal you away. He knew that you couldn't be interested in someone else so quickly or you wouldn't have come over with him in the first place. And he knew that the feeling that was rising inside of him was not jealousy.

Then why was he desperately craving your attention right now?

It was as if his heart had gone rogue from his body, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up right now and go back to the quietness of your home. Of course, he was glad that you were getting along with them so well even though it's only been your first introduction to them. But can he guarantee that if Seonghwa makes you smile one more time, he won't intervene? He wasn't so sure.

As he saw the familiar curve upwards of your lips at another comment Seonghwa quietly makes, he realized he couldn't just sit back idly and watch. He didn't want to cause a scene though, so he first tried to attempt to call you over by texting you.

'Heyy love, now that you've met everyone, do you wanna go grab some food and head home?"

Funny enough, you get the message right as you're talking to Seonghwa about your relationship. Considering he's the closest to Hongjoong, he considers himself a wingman and wants to make sure you're right for him while also boasting about the good qualities the leader has.

It didn't take him long to realize that you'd be good for Hongjoong. You seemed to be just as smitten with him as Hongjoong was for you when he'd stay up late excitedly talking about you. You'd even end up rambling about how much you liked him unknowingly about three times, having a fond smile as you recalled all the fun times you'd have.

So, when you politely excuse yourself to check the text and then claim it was from Hongjoong, Seonghwa wasn't surprised. During the conversation he was having with you, he'd sneak glances at Hongjoong, who'd been staring intently at you. He realized pretty quickly that the member was growing jealous by the second as he'd have a green aura of envy that could be sensed from a mile away.

"I think he's getting jealous that you're talking to me."

You quirk an eyebrow. "You think so? I've never noticed him get jealous before."

"Trust me, I know. He's very possessive with the people and things that he believes are his, and from the looks of it, he's gonna burst any minute. So let's have some fun before that happens, shall we?"

Your mind replays only one word from what he says: his. Did Hongjoong want you to be his?

You pause at the suggestion, curious about the wheels turning in his mind. "What do you have in mind?"

Hongjoong, still just out of hearing range to know what was going on, only witnesses you glancing at the phone and talking to Seonghwa before texting he feels his phone vibrate again.

'But I'm having a really nice conversation with Seonghwa right now! Maybe in a little bit, okay?"

Every part of him wanted to throw his phone, but he kept his composure as he sent you another text.

"But I miss you :("

He looks up to see what you would do. You glance at your phone lighting up one more time, reading his message. You share a few more lines of conversation with Seonghwa before you respond back.

"Prove it, baby."

He rereads those same three words over and over again, thinking it was a trick his eyes were playing on him. He looks up to where you and Seonghwa were sitting once more, and catches your eye while the latter was making a comment to Wooyoung. You give him a look up and down slowly, before shifting your attention to the drink in front of you.

It was as if you suddenly knew the power you held over him with the simplest of actions as you picked up your glass. He watched as the remaining drink disappeared between your lips before setting the glass back down.

In reality, the entirety of that exchange probably took 20 seconds, but to Hongjoong, it took a lifetime. He watched every single move you made in awe. You gave him one more look partnered with an innocent smile before you look back at Seonghwa.

If there was one aspect of your personality that he had come to learn about you, it's that every move you made was intentional and calculated. It's part of the reason why he was so captured with you so quickly: you weren't impulsive and aggressive in any way. There was a reason for the things you said and the way you behaved.

So, he knew that the final smile you gave him had been anything but innocent, as the actions you made had been slowed down just enough for him to lose all sense of focus and rationality.

Before he knew it, he was walking toward you. With all reasoning he had for covering his jealousy now out the window, he gently pulls you up from the couch. You look at him, quirking an eyebrow as he looks at Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry but I need to talk to them about something."

He pulls you toward his and Seonghwa's dorm room. You look back at Seonghwa one more time, who gives you two thumbs up before Hongjoong pulls you into the room. You turn around towards the door, as you watch him close it and turn the lights on.

He turns around to look at you. He holds your gaze as he gets dangerously close to you before pushing you onto the bed behind you - which unbeknownst to you was Seonghwa's. His lips hover over yours as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Do you like him?"

You tilt your head as you look at him. "Who? Seonghwa? Yeah, he seems really nice."

His gaze doesn't leave yours. "No, I mean do you like him more than me?"

"I don't like anyone more than I like you, Joongie." His lips barely touching yours sends shivers down your spine as you desperately hope for some touch from him. Anything.

"Really?" He finally looks down at your lips before rubbing his thumb over it. "Do you think he could treat you better than I do, love?"

"Of course not, Joongie."

He finally moves his thumb away, replacing the touch with the comfort of his own lips, dancing with your own as he moves his hand to hold your waist. This was the first ever kiss that you both shared, with you easily melting into his touch as if you'd done it many times before.

He pulls away quickly though, causing a small whine to escape from your lips. He looks you up and down slowly, mirroring the way you had looked at him just moments ago. Now, you could understand why many people would claim that his persona hides a more demonic side as his piercing stare memorizes every aspect of you being beneath him in that moment. "Do you think he could kiss you better than I do, love?"

"Hongjoong, please."

He moves one hand to rest on your waist while his other hand intertwines with yours. The more intimidating side of him disappeared as quickly as it came, as he whispered.

"Do you think he could touch you better than I do, my love?"

Your breath was caught in your throat as his gaze once again captures yours. You looked at every feature on his face; somehow despite how intimidating he was presenting himself to be at times, he was also being incredibly gentle with you. He made sure every touch didn't hurt you, and that every word he said was partnered with the endearing name that he had bestowed upon you: love.

You move your free hand to his cheek, feeling him naturally lean against it in response. You shake your head and quietly whisper.

"You know, he said you were very possessive about the things that you believed are yours. I didn't believe it until now. It's you. It's always you. And I'm yours."

He lets out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding waiting for your response. He gives you a small smile, before leaning down to kiss you once more, never wanting to leave the comfort of your touch. He's reluctant to pull away this time but does so to make one final request.

"Please let me show you that nobody can be better for you than I can."

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trans-axolotl · 1 year ago

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People saying that mad liberation started on tumblr (or is a recent thing in general) is so fucking funny lmao bc like. My first experience with mad liberation was learning of the history of the (former) asylum I live next to, which in the seventies got abolished and repurposed as a museum + theatre + art gallery and archive of the patients paintings throughout the years. Also like have these people ever listened to anarchopunk? Those bands love talking about how psychiatry is a capitalist tool since the 80s lol. If they think you're being too radical they should go listen to that and hopefully their brain will explode so they stop bothering you godbless

RIGHT like. i saw someone make that comment and i was like you will get shocked and amazed if you ever start talking to people about mad liberation irl. i was talking with some punk friends about mad lib stuff and they were telling me all this wild stuff they were doing twenty years ago and the amount of overlap between the local punk scene and mad lib organizing in their city and shit they were doing when they were literally 12. which was absolutely crazy.

anyway the repurposing of the hospital sounds really cool and i honestly love learning about mad liberation history so much, there's so much cool shit people have been doing for years and it's so important to learn about! mad pride started AGES ago like. the first bed push was years ago!!! long before tumblr. there's so many old patient newsletters, protests, etc that are really cool things to be able to see that we've been fighting for a long time.

whenever my posts leave my like. tumblr circle i guess. i always get a lot of comments from people who just seem to not realize that radical organizing exists and that there r just people doing anarchist and abolitionist organizing in our real lives and that most of our time is not spent talking about it online bc we're busy lmfao.

it annoys me but also it's like tumblr is a fraction of where my time and energy is spent and i just need to remind myself that a lot of annoying shit on here does not really matter that much.

#asks #hope u have a good day anon #mad liberation #i feel like i need to make it clearer in some of my posts that like. i am an anarchist!! i believe in prison and psych abolition!!!#i am not here to advocate for reforms that only work to increase the authority and power of carceral systems!!!#im so pissed off at everything today. having strep is making me annoyed

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meme-loving-stuck · 4 months ago

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It is gross to be vulnerable on main. However. I really appreciate everyone who has been sharing my art or leaving nice replies/comments. It's not a lot of people, and I do reply to everyone individually, but I wanted to say it here too.

It's really just part of how this website SHOULD work, if you like someone's work, or you follow them for their art, your reblog it. People act like it's WORK to reblog posts, like artists are somehow emotionally manipulating them by saying "hey pls reblog so others can see!"

Which is so funny to me, but it's also kind of sad. If it's so much work for you to press a button on a screen, to the point where you get up on a soapbox about it and start shaming artists, you have a problem. You don't HAVE to follow that artist if you don't like what they post! It's that easy!

Anyway, everyone in my life has pretty much lost interest in my art, so posting it online is kind of all I got left! Keep in mind, my paintings are "good" enough to be in galleries, and art publications, and I do commission work for a decent price. Im not lacking skill. But it doesnt matter how "good" I am, if the people I care about most arent interested in it, nor do they care to understand it.

So it really does make me happy to see some small flicker of people in my large follower-base enjoying it, and helping me spread it to a wider audience. I appreciate you keeping this website interesting and showing your appreciation for artists like me!

#i have like. literally 1 friend and 1 family member that still keep my art and seem to genuinely like t #my best friend #and my great uncle #no my wife is not on the list because realistically she would not like any of my art if she saw it in a gallery and didn't know it was mine #and thats okay but it still makes me sad

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goldensunset · 2 years ago

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Are we having feelings about volo?

#is my blogging that frantic and constant #asks #snapple-man #legends arceus #i should just make a gallery of all the people commenting on how funny and weird it is that i’m suddenly spam posting about pokémon #with like no warning at all out of left field suddenly

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randomshyperson · 3 years ago

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Liberal Arts - Chapter 5 - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

thanks for the gif @abimess

Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz

Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.

Words: 5.664k

A/N: I don't remember if there's much to say haha But hey, only two chapters left! Thanks to everyone who's still reading this.

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Chapter Five - Spring Break and Ruined Dates

With the spring break, you have time to relax, photograph, and hang out.

Natasha took the guest room, and seemed much more comfortable since last time. You awoke to the smell of waffles, and coffee, and found her in the kitchen with Agatha, able to hear the muffled laughter on the way down the stairs.

"Good morning ladies." You greeted sleepily.

It was nice to have other people around, especially if 'people' was your sarcastic best friend who made you leave your room and take her on fun sightseeing trips.

After breakfast, Nat insisted that you should visit the places that she had not been able to see in one weekend the first time she had been to your house.

That's how you ended up spending the afternoon around the city, taking selfies and eating street food.

"Let's go visit Buckingham dear, I'm sure your next secret is to be a princess." Natasha commented with her arm intertwined with yours, making you laugh.

"You'd love that wouldn't you?"

"Oh, for sure."

You recorded some stories for instagram, and Natasha insisted that you take lots of pictures, since this was technically your job. You just laughed, finding the faces she made funny.

Throughout the week you visited London almost every day.

Natasha had a much easier time making new friends, and seemed to hang out with more and more of them with each pub you visited. She joked about finding a new best friend to get a reaction, but you knew her well enough to just roll your eyes and laugh.

On the weekend you got up early, and walked to the train station near your house where Maria would meet you.

"Hi, I'm Y/N." You greeted kindly, taking your hand out of your pocket to shake the hand of the woman with black hair and brown coat. She was very pretty, and you thought she was a great match for Nat.

"It's a pleasure." She spoke with a smile, accepting the compliment. "Nat talks about you a lot."

"Same to you." You speak, receiving an elbow from your friend.

You end up deciding to have breakfast at a restaurant near the station, and you don't take long to realize that Maria has a very similar personality to Nat, and that the two waste no time in teaming up to tease about your lack of ability to make your relationship with Wanda work.

"And you didn't try to talk to her this week?" Maria questioned with a raised eyebrow, while you were all sitting at an outside table in the restaurant. Her right hand was sweetening her tea.

You looked at her with confusion. "Was I supposed to?"

Maria chuckled, shaking her head. "First you ask her out, and then you go AWOL. Haven't you tried anything? Not even send flowers or something?"

You sigh, pressing your face into your hands for a moment. "No I...damn, I'm terrible at this. I don't even know where she's living."

"You could have sent flowers to the office." Nat comments, making you give a dry laugh.

"That would be great. I'm sure the team would think it was lovely."

Nat laughed, but Maria took a sip of her drink and then commented, "Y/N, from what you told me, Wanda is kind of territorial. You and that woman from the gallery slept together, didn't you? I think Wanda would appreciate a public demonstration that you two are together."

"Okay, first of all, Natasha you need to stop sharing my sex life with other people." You warned in a fake serious tone, but Nat just ate her cookies as if she wasn't even listening. "And second, do you really think that, Maria?"

She nodded, and you sighed, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. "Well, I don't think she's working today, so I'll schedule a flower delivery for Monday. Any ideas?"

"I would say, put a naked picture of you in the basket, but I think a note is enough." Nat jokes making you roll your eyes while holding back a laugh. Maria giggles, pushing her shoulders gently against her girlfriend.

"Okay, I'll order it. Wish me luck." You said before you got up to call a local florist.

After a few minutes, you returned to the table with a corner smile, and Nat raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"What did you do?"

"I ordered the flowers, like I said I would." You responded neutrally, busily serving yourself more cookies.

"That face of yours says you up to something."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

You managed to change the subject, and Natasha was busy enough with Maria's stories about Paris that she forgot all about it during Sunday.

It wasn't until Monday, after you had left the two of them free for a romantic walk and said you were going to stay in your office taking care of some new photographs, that you received a call.

"I can't believe you did that!" She shouted excitedly and you laughed with the cell phone resting on your neck, your hands busy with the cutout of a photograph of London Bridge.

"What exactly are you talking about, dear?" You joked, and Nat laughed on the other end of the line.

"Don't play dumb, I saw Wanda's instagram. Look, good move, girl, good move."

Nat hung up after commenting that she and Maria were going out to dinner, and you decided to check your cell phone notifications.

Ignoring the way your heart missed a beat, you checked Wanda's profile, biting back a smile at her new post.

A picture of the gallery's office. You could barely see the desks from the amount of flowers all around.

The florist's staff did a great job, you had to admit.

Her team posed among the flowers, smiling and making faces, and Wanda also posted a picture with her face all red and buried in one hand as she stood next to her desk full of flower pots.

The caption was, "I guess we won't be working today?"

And then there were many messages on your cell phone.

Rachel: "I should have known you and Wanda had something. You guys acted weird when you were left alone."

Loki: "So that's why you wanted to have coffee with me so badly huh? Fair enough, she's amazing."

Valky: "You filled my gallery with flowers for another girl? You are something, Miss Y/L/N. Don't think I'm mad, it was lovely."

And the notification that made you smile all afternoon:

Wanda Maximoff "A date, Wednesday at 7:30pm. Don't be late" with her address following.

You didn't stop talking about it until the day came, but Nat, Maria and Agatha just thought it was cute.

Wednesday morning, you woke up before everyone else, and could barely contain your anxiety.

Agatha raised her eyebrows in surprise when she walked into the kitchen to find you preparing breakfast.

"Did you fall out of bed?" She joked, reaching up to kiss your cheek before helping you with the coffee.

"I'm just not sleepy." You returned, your hands busy with the skillet. "Do you want pancakes or eggs?"

Nat and Maria were soon awake to the delicious smell that came from the kitchen.

"Someone can't wait to kiss tonight and it shows." Nat mocked as she walked in, and you rolled your eyes as you sipped your coffee.

Agatha looked at you curiously. "Oh, so this whole excitement is about a date?"

Nat chuckled, picking up two mugs and placing one of them in front of Maria, who was already sitting on one of the stools on the counter in front of you.

"Maybe." You muttered embarrassedly. Agatha raised her eyebrow, and you gave in with a giggle. "Yeah, okay. It's totally about a date."

"Do I know her? Is she one of your friends from college?"

Nat laughed again, and you pinched her as she poured herself some eggs.

"No, it's...well, it's a complicated story." You commented, and Agatha set her cup down on the countertop.

"Well, I have time."

Nat gave you an encouraging look, and you took a deep breath before explaining how you and Wanda met and how you got to this point, while Maria and Nat ate in their own bubble.

When you finished telling, Agatha had a neutral expression.

She took a long sip of her drink, and then spoke, "I can't wait to arrange your wedding."

You sighed with relief, and when Nat and Maria giggled, you followed.

"Well, I need this date to work out first." You comment, and Nat moves her hand across the counter to squeeze your wrist.

" You can do it." she said, smiling, "You may be a disaster, but you're quite charming."

"Hey!" You and Maria said together, and Nat laughed, shrugging.

After breakfast, you helped Agatha with the vegetable garden and then watched a movie with Nat and Maria about zombies. After lunch, you could no longer disguise how anxious you were.

"You'll end up digging a hole in the ground if you keep walking in circles like that, honey." Agatha warned taking her eyes off the newspaper she was reading in the living room, as you walked around the place, for the tenth time, without really focusing on either the television or the books you tried to start.

Nat insisted on going to the market with Maria, they were going to prepare a dinner for Agatha in thanks that she had received everyone so well.

You hoped Nat could help you pick out an outfit, but she was taking her time out, and you were a nervous wreck.

"I don't know what I'm going to wear, I don't know what I'm going to tell her." You began to grumble. "What if I say the wrong thing? She'll hate me forever and-."

Your speech was interrupted by the front door opening, and Agatha muttered "thank god," as you hurried to help Nat and Maria with the groceries, who arrived chatting animatedly.

Seeing your expression, Nat laughed. "Someone is having a tantrum I see."

"You have no idea." Agatha mocked from the room, before you could say anything.

Nat and Maria moved into the kitchen, and you went after them, holding one of the paper bags from the market.

"What's the matter, honey?" Nat asked.

"I don't know how to make this date work, Tasha." You muttered leaving the groceries on the counter. "What if I mess it up?"

"Ask her out again." Maria replied, and Nat laughed at the line as you stared at the two of them in panic.'

"Just like that?" You returned, and it was the brunette's turn to laugh.

"Y/N, it's just a date." She said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "You guys go out and talk and drink. And if it's a disaster, you can try again."

Nat murmured in agreement, motioning around to get pots and pans. "Maria and I had two horrible first dates until it worked out."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yep." Nat replied, squatting down to grab a frying pan from the bottom cupboard. "We went to central park on the first one, but it started raining halfway through. And on the second one, the restaurant she booked mixed up the reservations and we were out of a spot."

You let out a short laugh. "You didn't tell me any of this before."

She shrugged, smiling. "Honey, I love you and all, but I wasn't going to say that the first two dates were disasters. I have a reputation."

Maria laughed, working to get the groceries out of the bags. You crossed your arms, smiling. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. And then what happened?"

"Well, the first one was awful, but when we went to work the other day, Nat made a joke about it and I wanted to go out with her again." Maria recounted. "And the second one, we missed our fancy dinner, but she took me out for street hot dogs and it was the best thing."

"Yeah, we kept looking at the stars and telling stories." Nat recalls with a passionate look. "And well, I was thankful she didn't give up."

You sighed. "I hope Wanda doesn't give up if I mess up."

Nat moved to put her hands on your shoulders. "That's the good part, honey. You've already screwed up and she's already given you another chance. Now you can make it work."

"That made me more nervous than before, Tasha."

Maria laughs softly from across the kitchen. "Nat, come here, start dinner without me, okay? I'll help Y/N to pick up her outfit and well, with her nerves."

Nat shrugged, and gave her an encouraging pat on the cheek before walking away.

Maria kissed her girlfriend's face before coming over to you and pulling you out of the kitchen with a "Come on, honey".

On your bed you had at least four different sets of clothes.

You came out of the bathroom in a robe, and found Maria going through your wardrobe.

"Y/N, is there anything here that Wanda has complimented before?"

You make a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

She smiled, looking at you. "Something she said she thinks you look good wearing?"

You bite your lips, thoughtfully. And you remember a single moment.

"I love how good you look in this T-shirt." Wanda complimented with darkened eyes, and you smiled with a raised eyebrow.

You were in an empty room on the third floor, where you had dragged her between the break of the last two periods when you saw her leave the history room at the same time you finished a first-year class.

The floor was empty because the dean was about to make an announcement about the vacations and you should have about twenty minutes.

Your hands were on her thighs, under her skirt, and Wanda was sitting at a table, and you were between her legs.

"It's just a white T-shirt." You comment clumsily, stealing quick kisses on her cheek.

She bites back a smile, tightening her legs around you, and forcing your hips against her.

"You look fucking hot in this white shirt, professor." She returns before kissing you deeply.

Blinking out of memory, you clear your throat as you notice Maria's curious gaze on you.

"I think so." You murmur approaching the dresser to look for the shirt. "This one."

"Great, we can make combinations."

"Oh, good, this one is great for making combinations." Maria said. "I'll make you look like a movie artist, Miss L/N." She jokes, making you laugh.

But when she finished choosing the clothes, you realized that she was really right. You looked good, and even let Maria help you with some soft make-up.

She walked you downstairs again, which now had a very pleasant smell of whatever Nat had been preparing, and you found Agatha watching your best friend cook with curiosity.

"Ladies, I present to you my masterpiece." Maria announced the kitchen, and you chuckled as you entered.

Nat let out a hiss, "My, my, if I wasn't taken."

You just laughed as Maria raised a warning finger to her girlfriend, who just entwined her waist and gave her a quick kiss, mumbling that she was just kidding.

"Do I really look okay?" You asked almost unsure, and your friends made sure to start complimenting you until you were the shade of the tomato Agatha was cutting. "Okay, okay, I believe you guys." You mumbled embarrassed.

"Well, honey, I think you better leave now so you won't be late." Agatha warned as she looked at the clock in the kitchen.

You agreed and appreciated the encouraging glances you received before moving to grab your wallet and car keys.

"Wish me luck." You spoke and walked out the door after hearing the chorus of "good luck" from the other three women.

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Wanda was living in an apartment complex almost on the other side of town.

It was supposed to take about thirty minutes to get there, but she texted you as you were starting the car.

"Hey, I'm really sorry, but a problem came up at work. Any chance we can delay this a bit?"

You bit your lips, and typed:

"I'll pick you up."

And you were driving to the Asgard gallery before expecting a response.

The traffic was quiet, and it didn't take you long to reach the building.

The gallery was open to the public, but had no events. Deciding that you didn't want to take the chance of being recognized, you parked your car in the staff area (Wanda would help you that), and entered through the back.

The security guard who stopped you recognized you from the other day with Loki and only had to call Wanda's office before letting you up.

"Next year, I'm gonna work in this building, Sebastian." You commented with a smile.

"I'm sure you will, Miss Y/N." He returned in the same tone. "Do you know the way?"

You nodded and waved goodbye before heading to the elevators.

There were more people in the building than last time, but they were leaving because it was the end of business hours.

You went up to Wanda's floor with your hands in your pockets.

There were still flowers, but now they were arranged around, and in smaller quantities. You smiled anyway.

Wanda was at the end of the room, moving hurriedly beside Strange, and they were both carrying cardboard boxes to a small door.

You almost startled as someone suddenly approached.

"Hey, I know you!" Commented the man smiling. "You were a critic in the competition!"

Then you recognized him. Sam Wilson, winner of the European photo contest. To whom you completely forgot to congratulate or if you want to send a fruit basket.

"Mr.Wilson, good to see you again." You quickly added, extending your hand for him to shake. When he did, you smiled and added, "And a belated congratulations on your victory."

He gave a short laugh, "No worries, and thank you very much. It was quite a contest."

"That's true, but you stood out from the start, you must admit."

"Well, me and Bucky, but he did have a bit of a tantrum at the end."

You frowned slightly, but Sam didn't seem to notice. He just thanked you again and asked if you were working on Asgard now.

"Yes and no." You half-heartedly replied. "I'm not here to work, I mean. I came to pick up Miss Maximoff. But yes, I have a contract for next season with Asgard."

"Oh, I get it." He says. "That's great, I hope we get to participate in something together. It would be a great honor for me."

"You're being modest, Wilson, you're an incredible photographer. I would be honored." You comment making him smile.

"May I interrupt the sucking up hours here?" Someone said behind you in a moody voice.

You turned around with a raised eyebrow, and were even more surprised to find Mr. Barnes standing behind you.

The surprise soon turned into something else when you remembered him kissing Wanda on finals day.

"Bucky, don't be rude, you're already on thin ice around here." Sam warned with a scowl, and the brunette sighed.

"I wasn't trying to be. It was a joke." The boy clarified, and then cleared his throat. "It's good to see you, Miss."

"I'm not sure I can say the same, Mr.Barnes." You returned between teeth. He sighed.

"Is this still about that other day?" He returned. "I was drunk and don't remember much, but I'm sorry if I said something stupid or did something wrong."

You didn't believe him at first. But Sam interfered: "Bucky was going through a tough time, Y/N. Valky gave him a second chance to redeem himself, and we're both going to work at Asgard now. Hopefully, as co-workers, all of us can get along."

You sighed, and forced a smile. "Of course, Sam. Let's leave the past in the past, and be professional."

Bucky seemed to be grateful, and added. "I wanted to say that despite everything, it was an honor to have my work evaluated by you."

You scratched your nape awkwardly, and Sam let out a chuckle. "Okay, Bucky, let's get going or we'll lose our reservation. Good night, Y/N. I hope to see you around"

“I hope the same, good night.”

As they came out of the elevator, you walked around the office.

Wanda's team had already left, but they looked like they had a lot of work that day.

You saw that they had many notes on the whiteboard in the center, and many red dots. They must have had some problem with deadlines.

Wanda and Strange came back into the room a little later, talking among themselves.

"And you need to make sure those pictures are ready before noon tomorrow." Strange warned seriously, working to reach his jacket in the doorway ."Wong won't take it after that, and we lose the job if that doesn't happen. I have to go, Miss Maximoff, but I've already sent the files for Valky to approve by midnight. Don't leave without those approvals or you won't be able to print the pictures."

Wanda let out a disgruntled sigh as soon as the elevator doors where Strange entered closed, and you looked at her sympathetically.

She threw back her hair with one hand and turned to you. "I'm sorry."

You shrugged, moving a little closer. She smiled.

"God, you look really pretty." She commented making you smile awkwardly. "Which only makes me feel worse about being stuck here. And looking like a crazy person."

You shook your head. "I think you look as beautiful as you ever did."

She made a face of disbelief that made you laugh. "I have coffee stains on my shirt and I'm wearing sweatpants."

"I still think you're the most beautiful girl in the world."

She laughed, shaking her head with flushed cheeks. "You're a charmer, heh? But I'll be stuck here until midnight. I'm sorry for ruining our date."

"Don't worry, Wanda." You said, shrugging your shoulders. "I think we can still have fun."

"Do you really want to be stuck at my job until midnight?" She asked incredulously.

"With you I would stay anywhere."

Wanda blushed, and looked at you for a moment and you just stared back at her, ignoring the way your heart was racing around her.

Clearing her throat, she looked away and let out a clumsy laugh. "Well, Miss L/N, I need to get back to work. I'm going to finish organizing some things, and you can watch me do that."

"Sounds great." You returned with a smile, and she shook her head awkwardly turning back to the table.

The truth was that you just wanted to spend some time with Wanda. Even if it was just to watch her work.

But she was completely embarrassed by the attention. She had sat down at her desk, and was trying to finish some reports. But you kept stealing her glances and she was losing concentration.

Deciding to put her out of her misery, you asked, "Aren't you hungry? I can order us something."

She nodded quickly. "Please, I'm starving. Pizza?"

"Of course."

You stepped away to use your phone, and she finally got around to typing a few lines and sorting through some pictures.

While Wanda worked on her computer, you busied yourself with your cell phone. It was a few minutes of comfortable silence, until the pizza arrived.

You were paying the delivery man when Wanda sighed from her computer.

"Valky just said she's not leaving the meeting with the investors until about eight-thirty."

You said goodbye to the delivery man with a polite smile and brought the pizza to the table in front of Wanda.

"Then I guess our date will take place here, Miss Maximoff."

She smiled, and before serving herself, let out an exclamation. "Since this is a date, we need one more thing."

And she stood up, walking over to the far tables. You watched her curiously, and Wanda bent down on the floor, fiddled with the drawer, and pulled out a bottle of wine from inside. You raised an eyebrow, and she laughed. "Don't tell Rachel I took this."

"Why does Rachel have bottles of wine on her office desk?" You asked curiously, as Wanda grabbed two glasses from the same cabinet.

"She likes to celebrate when she finishes a job." Wanda clarified. "And well, Strange doesn't mind."

"Your job is way more fun than mine." You comment making her laugh.

"What? British teachers aren't treating you well?"

You shrug as she approaches where you are again. "They're nice, I guess. But they're a lot more strict than the people at NYU. And well, I sure do miss Natasha."

Wanda murmured in understanding, and you took a chance. "And I miss you too."

But despite the soft redness of her cheeks, it didn't seem like the exactly right thing to say. She cleared her throat, and busied herself with opening the wine.

You wondered why mentioning NYU had bothered her, but it wasn't that hard to deduce.

"I'm almost done, but I need to wait for some signatures from Valky." She says as she pours the glasses with the red wine. "We can sit on the terrace while I wait."

You smile, agreeing. Wanda handed the glass to you and you toasted softly before drinking.

She really was finishing up. She only wrote for another five minutes while you carried the pizza outside to the tables on the terrace before joining you.

The thing is, everything was incredible for the first thirty minutes.

Before the wine that you consumed much faster than the pizza kicked in.

The amusing comments about work or about living in London were replaced by ironic mutterings about going away and about leaving university.

And when the pizza box was empty as well as Wanda's third glass of wine, she remained silent.

You could feel the tension change, and you risked a glance at the figure next to you.

"Wanda?" You called softly, watching her stare up at the star-filled sky.

She sighed softly, and finished the last sip of wine before setting the glass down.

She spoke only after another moment. "Sometimes, I wish I hated you."

You swallowed dryly, but didn't look away. She however, did not stop staring at the sky.

"Sometimes, I think I did." She adds softly.

"That's not true." You return. She lets out a dry laugh, and you can see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"I hate that you were right about my father."

"I hate that too."

She turned on her face toward you, and you held her gaze. "I hate how much you hurt me."

You nodded softly. "Me too."

But Wanda had a serious expression. "You understand that, don't you? Do you understand how miserable I was when you looked me in the eye and said we were nothing? That it was a fantasy?"

You swallowed dryly, feeling your stomach sink. "Wanda, I'm sorry."

A tear trickled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away, "I just...I can't do this, Y/N." She confessed in a tearful voice. "Every time I look at you I remember how you hurt me."

You felt your chest tighten, but holding back the urge to cry, you squirmed in your chair to put your hand on top of her. "I'm so sorry, Wanda." You almost begged, looking up at her. She did not reject your touch, but shuddered. "I never meant to hurt you. If I could go back I would do everything differently, I-"

But she pulled her hand away suddenly, gasping loudly. "You patronized me, and despised my feelings!" She accused getting up. "Then you ignored me and pushed me away! How could you do that?"

You let a few tears escape, but stood up calmer. You could feel the effects of the alcohol, but you were more sober than you had ever been with the accusations.

"I know, and I'm sorry." You tried, and Wanda only let out another tearful laugh, wiping her eyes and moving further away.

"And when I tried to move on, you changed your mind." She continued incredulously. "That bloody phone call made me miserable for weeks. Pietro found me crying and I had to tell him it was nothing!"

"Wanda, I'm so sorry!" You pleaded finally letting the tears flow. And the alcohol might have made you stupid, because you didn't stop at the apology like you thought you should have. "But you weren't the only one who suffered! I was sad too. Sad is not even the word. I was a complete mess. I-"

"You ended us!" She interrupted angrily, shoving you by the shoulders. "That was your fault! I would have told everyone that we're together, but you left me!"

She was crying hard. You sobbed, shaking your head.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Wanda." You spoke and it was her turn to sob, and sink her face into your chest. You hugged her tightly, and could only calm down when she stopped crying.

She took a deep breath, and let go of you, pulling away a little, "I can't do this again, Y/N."

You felt your heart race in desperation. "Wanda, please, I won't...I won't hurt you anymore."

She let out a tearful laugh, but didn't cry again. "I don't trust you."

This broke your heart so truly that you choked.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, "Is that your final decision?"

"Just go away, Y/N." She asks helplessly. "I can't think with you around me."

You moved closer, and Wanda held her breath when you put your hands on her cheeks. "Wanda, answer me."

She closed her eyes, and you rested your forehead against hers, breathing against her lips. "Tell me I've lost my chance, and I'll leave."

She lifted her hands to yours, and pulled them away from her cheeks.

You pulled your face away to look at her, and despite the neutral expression, thick tears were streaming from her eyes when Wanda looked back. "You lost your chance."

She spoke with such certainty, you believed her.

Swallowing your hurt, you took a step back, nodding in understanding. Sniffling slightly, you forced a smile. "Goodbye, Wanda."

And you left the terrace before you began to cry again.

But you collapsed in your car. You sank your face into the steering wheel, and you cried like you hadn't cried since when your mother died. Somewhere in your chest you felt as if the pain was just as overwhelming as that day.

You had no way of knowing that on the terrace of the building, Wanda turned over all the rest of the bottle of wine, and sat on the floor. Crying like the day you left her for the first time.

//-//

Without leaving your room, buried between the blankets, you lost track of time.

Then you were very surprised to learn that it was already Nat and Maria's day to return to New York.

"What?" you grumbled, lifting your head from the pillow to look at your friend in the doorway. "B-but you just got here!"

She giggled, walking into the room. And sat down on the bed next to her, interlacing her hands over the covers.

"Y/N, it's Sunday already."

You let out a tired sigh, sinking your face into the pillows for a moment. "I'm sorry for belittling your presence in my house, Nat."

"Jesus, how dramatic you can be sometimes." She comments. "Don't worry about this, we had a great time and Agatha kept us company those last few days. You needed some time alone."

"I'll take a shower and drive you to the airport."

"No need." Nat spoke quickly. "I think what you should do now is call Wanda."

You frowned in confusion. "Nat, she said we're done. For good. I'll leave her alone."

She shook her head, sighing. "I just think Wanda needed to get drunk and yell at you, Y/N. Just so you would acknowledge her feelings."

You shifted on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "But she said I lost my chance."

"She was hurt." Nat insisted. "Look, I really think you two are meant to be. I've never seen you like this. You can't give up now."

"I'm not the one who gave up."

"It's not what it looks like."

You sighed angrily, crossing your arms. Nat laughed at your stubbornness. "Wanda wants nothing to do with me. I need to stop fooling myself and move on."

'That's bullshit." Nat returned, getting up. "Just think of all you've been through so far. And how she behaved on that terrace. Did she look like someone who didn't feel anything for you? Because I bet she didn't. Loves like that don't come around every day. But you'll lose her if you don't fight for her."

You absorbed Nat's words in silence, and she tapped the bed for you to stand.

"I want to give you a hug before I go." She clarified.

You quickly moved to hug her tight, and she giggled against your neck. "Girl, you need a bath."

"Fuck you." You muttered without releasing her, and Nat laughed even harder.

"I love you, Y/N. Please don't take too long to visit me and work things out with your girl."

"I will. For both options." You mumble before breaking the embrace.

Agatha drives the girls to the airport, and you shower and eat a decent meal.

But you can't find the courage to call Wanda, because you have no idea what to say to her.

And it's too easy to push that commitment away when spring break is over and classes are back.

//-//

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damiano-mylove · 3 years ago

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Slice of Life

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x (mostly)GN!reader

Wc: 1.1 k

Cw(s): Arseholish ex-boyfriend, not just dialogue (tell me if it sucks and should go back to not posting)

Summary: Josh helps you discover how beautiful your slice of life is.

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Previously, you had thought you had been in love before. You thought it was true, that it would last forever and ever - but nothing like that, out of a storybook, could ever have the legs to last forever. After all, forever is a long, long time.

You thought love was him pulling out your chair for you at dinner, then tucking you into the table. You thought it was the rich bouquet of flowers after fights. You thought it was letting you sleep in on weekends. But you were wrong, and that mistake lead to one of the lowest points of your life.

Then again, it lead to Josh.

After a few days of crying, you needed something other than work and your flat. So you took the beautiful Saturday to yourself. After wandering the chilly streets of the city, you stumbled upon an art gallery. You entered, forgetting your previous lover had been an artist - remembering only once you came across a massive canvas of the two of you in embrace.

You sat on one of the benches that littered the room. Your eyes refused to betray the canvas, but tears began to flood your eyes. How the fuck could he still enter that portrait, after he was caught red-handed? Thrown out of the flat you shared, which was under your name.

"I was hoping you'd come here," David whispered, his voice low and relieved. You didn't look at him as he sat beside you, putting his arm over your bent back. "It was meant to be an anniversary surprise, now it's just an apology."

"Well, that'd be a grand gesture if an apology actually came out of your lips," you sighed. You were embarrassed by the other patrons, looking at the two of you on the bench, then the two of you on the wall. You were tired and sad and this certainly was not helping. Standing up, you looked at David. "You really fucked up, David."

"You never call me David." His voice broke a little. Leave it to him to try and make it seem like you were the monster, breaking up with him, even after he fucked his best friend's girl, in your bed.

"What a shame for you," you replied in an irate tone. Taking a deep breath, you patted his shoulder. "I hope you're doing well and I hope I never see you again."

Before he could say anything else, you left. Tears no longer remained in your eyes. There was a certain amount of closure you got that day, that would be enough for you to finally get back on with your life. It had been so long since you'd been without David, it was refreshing.

You were content with being single.

Until you laid eyes on that curly brunet.

Months after David, you found yourself in a clothing store. It was a sort-of boho vibe in the store - lots of cotton, wicker, tweed and denim. And there he was. Perusing the women's trousers while you looked over the men's shirts. Both of you kept throwing looks to the other, just narrowly missing each look.

It didn't take long for him to come over and talk to you.

"Shopping for your boyfriend? Is it his birthday or something?" He asked you from over a rack. You chuckled, shaking your head.

"No, I just like clothes that fit me like ocean liners," you responded. The beautiful man smiled to you. "And you? Getting your girlfriend some jeans?"

"Far from it - I just needed some jeans that don't give me a cardboard box illusion." You laughed at his joke. His eyes sparkled under the dark LED lights above. "How about a drink sometime? Show each other the outfits we've bought?"

To say it caught you off-guard was an overstatement. You were just a bit...shocked. This guy was bold, he was beautiful, he was funny. And he went for you. The dots didn't connect in your mind, but you gladly accepted the invitation and Josh gave you his number and name.

You had to thank David. Without the bittersweet goodbye at the gallery, you wouldn't have wanted to still dress the same as you had. You wouldn't have been in the store.

The pub was just the first date of many. The second was a garden gallery, given it had just turned April and the flowers were coming out. Your third was to the cinema.

You had thought, surely, the honeymoon period would end after a few months. Josh would lose his allure, get annoying, become more of a liability than a partner. You were expecting it, you were ready for it.

It never came.

Months flew by and you realized that the honeymoon period had never ended. But all the signs were there. Josh was annoying and loud, but it had never pissed you off. Josh was a ball of energy, but it never rubbed you the wrong way. And, someway, somehow, he had managed to not even make an off-handed comment.

Josh asked you to move in with him, you agreed, but you had thought, surely, you would get sick of living with him within the first two months. Josh wouldn't clean up after himself, he'd bring people over all the time, he would forget his share of rent but always come home with new clothes. You were, once again, ready for it.

And, once again, it never came.

Instead, you came to the realization that Josh loved you. In a way you'd never expected, in a way that made your soul ache.

He didn't cook and clean by himself, but the two of you would equally split up household duties. If you cooked, Josh would do up the dishes, and vice versa. If Josh swept, you mopped. Josh, your beautiful boy, never expect you to be perfect, just that he would always have you in his arms as you two slept through the nights that were far too short.

When the two of you got into fights (it was unavoidable, but very rare), Josh made sure it was resolved by the time the two of you went to sleep. The two of you would talk it out (only once did you ever raise your voice, and you knew it was a mistake as soon as it happened, then it never happened again). Then a plan would be drawn on how to avoid the problem, how to fix it, so on and so forth. But Josh always followed through.

The love you and Josh shared, the life you shared, wasn't out of a crumby old storybook written by the Grimm Brothers. It was real. It was real life and the best possible version of it there had ever been. Onlookers envied you, your friends and siblings cheered you on.

Josh helped you realize the beauty of life, among other things. You realized true love is balance. You realized that love isn't a constant race, it's a comfortable marathon. You realized how much you loved your own slice of life, with your beau by your side. And you couldn't ask for anything more.

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themaribatpit · 3 years ago

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Hanging by a Thread: Chapter 4

Rated M: DC canon-typical violence, suggestive threats, alcohol (drink responsibly)

Author’s Note: Thank you to @rebecarojas07 for calmly and patiently trying to explain American things to us in the comments of the last chapter.

Content Warning: Adrien/Chat Noir salt, mostly references to his actions in Syren, there will also be some Chloe and Lila salt. All for the purposes of making Marinette’s own self doubt and angst clear. This is going to be a very angst-heavy chapter, you have been warned.

Ships: Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (side ship).

Taglist:

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Chapter 3 - Chapter 5

Chapter 4

On one of the nights she went out searching, Marinette found the Red Hood perched on a rooftop next to a gargoyle. A gargoyle that was probably looking a lot less serious than he was at that moment. There was no doubt as to how they found each other. It was how they found each other at the warehouse, at the dockyards, and now here on a rooftop. She slowly approached him from behind. “I know you’re behind me.” spoke the Red Hood without turning his head to look behind him. Ladybug froze as the Red Hood addressed her, as if he had eyes on the back of his head. Ladybug remained silent, unsure of how she should proceed, until Red Hood broke the ice. “Y’know I wonder, how you always seem to find me no matter what. It’s almost as if you have some kind of Me Detector.” Ladybug stuttered, trying to think of an answer. She grew silent and looked down. He looked towards her ”You don't have to answer, I figured it out. You can see the red thread that ties us together as well, right?” she nodded her head. “Only way you seem to find me each time. I’ve been able to see it for as long as I can remember, what about you?” He asked.

“Me too, I was always able to see it, and it went grey when you...” Marinette said, as if she still found it hard to believe that such a thing could happen to someone. “Did anyone ever tell you how I died?” he asked. Marinette looked away, as she tried to hide the look on her face. “Yes,” she answered meekly. She sighed and shook her head, trying to remember why she went looking for him at all. She took a couple of steps closer towards him. “What matters is I wanna help,” she said. “Why? You don’t even know half of what I’ve been through.” he growled, he turned to face her. His helmet was still on, but his low harsh voice made his emotions very clear at that moment.

“Then tell me,” she said calmly, “trust me I’ve dealt with people who gave into their negative emotions, I can help you.” She had come too far to give up now, and she wasn’t about to turn back over something that she could help him with. “Not like this,” he said, “listen to me when I say the boy you got matched with died that night. He died because he was an idiot, who got himself killed by a psychotic clown.” Was she supposed to turn back and abandon him now? Should she have just settled for someone else back in Paris? The answers were no and absolutely not. The person who stood before her might not have been the person she had imagined her soulmate to be, but she didn’t have the heart to abandon him now. She could help him, whatever it was she was sure that she could find a way to help him, maybe with Tikki and Plagg’s help. If what she was told about him was true, then he surely understood what they both went through in the past. They both became crime fighters at a young age, they were thrust into situations where the fate of their world rested on their shoulders. They were alike in a lot of ways that neither of them realised.

"Please tell me, let me help you Jason." she begged.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. That." He growled and stomped towards Ladybug, their faces mere centimetres apart. "So who was it that told you? Was it Dick? Babs? The old man?"

Jason knew it would take a lot more than that to push her away, but he had to. Even as Robin was still inside him, railing against the bars that kept that part of him caged. But he was dead in every meaningful sense of the word, and in his place was a cursed monster. For both their sakes, he was trying to keep Ladybug at arm’s length, he was nothing like the gaudy rogues gallery she dealt with back in Paris. A part of him wanted her help, but he doubted that neither she nor her fairy pals had any idea what they were dealing with. To top it off, she was probably already under the Bat clan’s protection. They weren’t even on the same side, so that added another complication into their already tangled bond. He looked up at her and there it was again, that wide eyed sad look on her face. Jason tried not to look at it for too long, no matter how much it made his heart ache to do so. “What would it take for you to leave me alone?” he asked, “Want me to cut my own foot off?”

“I’m not even sure it’s that easy,” she said “I was always told that it will stretch and tangle, but never break. That and it goes grey if one of us dies, that’s all I know.” “Look, I don’t wanna hurt you, Pixie,” he told her, “even I have limits.”. “Oh yeah? And what are they? Am I just small fry to you, is that it?” she asked, Ladybug looked away as tears began to form in her eyes. “Are you just disappointed to find out that I’m your soulmate?”

Marinette had come too far only to be told no, and no one has given her a clear answer as to why she couldn’t help him. It seemed to be something more than the fact that he was a crime boss. What brought her here in the first place was the fact that their soulmate bond had reignited. It was truly at that moment where the two sides of herself felt like they were merging. Marinette was trying to make sense of what everyone was telling her. There was a reason why even he was refusing to let her at least try to help him. Ladybug would have been able to fix this problem in no time at all, while Marinette was on a gargoyle adorned rooftop begging her soulmate to let her help him.

She barely noticed that the Red Hood was suddenly standing very close to her, she felt a gloved hand tilt her chin up to look at him. She was still looking into the two white lights in his helmet. “Do yourself a favour, and get as far away from here as you can.” he told her in a low but gentler voice, “I’m telling you this because you’re my soulmate, I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. You got that?” he let go of her and turned away, going back to the spot he was perched on. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” she said whilst on the verge of tears, and with a twirl of her yo-yo she swung away into the night. Jason tried to ignore the ache in his chest, he was telling himself that he had to keep her away from him. He was already used to not being trusted, but at that moment her sincerity and kindness were just too much for him. There were other people out there who were far more deserving of it. If she got too close to him, too close to the flame that was only stoked by the Lazarus pit, she would only get burned. He already knew he would never forgive himself if she got hurt, their soulmate bond would probably just end up adding salt to that wound. In a way he was starting to see why they were bound together, that’s what made it hurt even more. They were very different people, that much was obvious. Maybe the divine being that bound them together thought it would be funny in a “opposites attract” kind of way. Unfortunately for him, one of the things they had in common was that they were both very stubborn people. That became clear when he realised it would take a whole lot more to get her to stay away from him. Over the next few days, Marinette threw herself into her design work, trying to take her mind off of her encounters with her soulmate. Tikki was looking increasingly worried as she avoided talking about it, preferring to stay up all through the night working on her design projects. Her designs tended towards soft fabrics and pastel colours. It was possible this was an attempt to avoid thinking about a certain someone who wore a red helmet and was dressed in Kevlar and leather.

One night, Marinette got a text from Zoe, telling her that they were going out drinking with some friends. She invited Marinete to join her, and she thought a night out would help take her mind off things. As she looked through her wardrobe for something to wear, Tikki tried to approach her. “Marinette, we need to talk,” she said, looking over at Plagg who was more interested in devouring the slice of camembert that Marinette had given him. ”You’ve been busy lately, and I just wanted to know if you were okay.” she said.

“I’m fine, what’s there to talk about?” Marinette said flippantly, holding the two different dresses up to her body as she decided which one to wear. She didn’t want to talk about her soulmate, or even the mountain of work that she had just completed. She wanted to go out and have some fun with her friends.

“It’s just that you seemed distraught by what happened, we tried to warn you not to get your hopes up...” Tikki began. “I’m fine,” Marinette said in a harsher tone of voice, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Marinette, it's probably for the best, we...”

“I said I didn’t want to talk about it!” Marinette snapped, “I came all this way to find my soulmate, only to find that my soulmate doesn’t want anything to do with me. You were right Tikki, I should have just stayed home in Paris, is that what you wanted to hear?” Tikki looked to Plagg for help, but Plagg didn’t say anything in response. “Listen Marinette, maybe whoever tied you two together made a mistake. Maybe this Red Hood is right and it will only end in tragedy. ” “Choosing me to wield the Ladybug Miraculous, hell, choosing me as your Guardian could have also been a mistake. Did you think of that?” Marinette argued.

“That was different, you proved yourself to be worthy of the Miraculous.” Tikki piped up, “This boy...”

“What? I’m good enough to wield magic jewelry but I’m not good enough for a guy who isn’t Chat Noir?” Marinette argued. “No!” Tikki cried, “I meant that this person might not be worthy of you. Our magic, it did something to him, Marinette. I can sense it, I can’t quite put my finger on it but something is wrong here.”

“I know, I have spent my teenage years fighting people who have been turned into supervillains because of their negative emotions! Why should this be any different?” Marinette yelled. “I managed to do it mostly by myself, with a partner who would rather spend most of the battle joking around and getting in the way!” Marinette was getting heated, but she had far too much pent up emotion to care at that moment. “And the way he would go on and on about us being soulmates, I hated it. Now I hate it even more because now I know for certain that he was wrong.” Marinette recalled. If she was still in Paris, she might worry about an Akuma finding her in this state.

“You became a hero to help those people! It’s why you were suited to become a Guardian.” Tikki said. Marinette wondered what good those powers were to her now? What was the point in being a hero who couldn’t save people? “I wouldn’t know,” Marinette spat bitterly, “right now I just remember you telling me that I had to be the perfect Ladybug, and an even better Guardian.” It was true in a way, she already knew that Ladybug was perfect while Marinette was not. Ladybug was confident, strong, and smart, she was able to save the day with nothing but her wits and whatever tool Tikki gave her to improvise with. Marinette was the one who got bullied by Chloe and Lila, and Adrien did nothing to stop them. Their adoration for Ladybug added salt to the wound, at times it almost made Marinette despise her other persona. “You don’t mean that,” Tikki said before she turned to Plagg, “Plagg, say something, please.” she begged. “I mean, she certainly took it a lot more seriously. One time Chat Noir threatened to take off his Miraculous if I didn’t tell him a secret Ladybug was keeping at the time.” he said flippantly, before devouring the last of the cheese. “Only thing that stopped him was Master Fu showing up with a potion.” He recalled, there was a silence that followed. Plagg looked up and saw the two of them staring back at him. Tikki looked shocked by the revelation, while Marinette looked absolutely livid. “So I couldn’t do anything, step one foot out of line without you,” she pointed at Tikki, “breathing down my neck about being perfect.” she said in a harsh voice that was seething with rage, “Meanwhile, Chat Noir threatened to just toss the Miraculous aside and Plagg drew the line at being blackmailed into revealing a secret that was not mine to tell?” Marinette’s fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles were bone white, and Tikki was a little afraid of her. “Marinette, please...” Tikki begged. “No,” Marinette growled, as she took off the Ladybug earrings and slammed them into the Miracle Box. She didn’t want to hear what Tikki had to say to her at that moment. She was going to go out and have a nice night with her friends, where she wouldn’t have to think about any of this. She stuffed them back into the box, before she looked over at the pink and white polka dotted dress that was strewn over her bed.

There were two kinds of people who went to bars that didn't card: college students and legally dead people. Jason was in the latter group, and long before that, he knew the location of every bar in Gotham that wouldn't card him. Right now, he was trying to enjoy a few cold beers by himself. It was usually quiet, he could sit, drink and drown out the the memory of the sad look in his soulmate's eyes whenever it flashed in his mind. It was probably for the best, at least that's what Jason told himself. Even if she was a superhero herself, what worried him the most was showing her the full force of what the Lazarus pits turned him into. He didn't even think her fairy friends knew about that, the League of Assassins certainly didn't see it coming.

A small group of college aged girls made their way into the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, the group looked like they were about to form a rainbow. He heard a mixture of English, French and Italian bubbling from their little group. He looked over to see that among them, there was a brunette dressed all in black and grey, a blonde with dyed pink streaks in her hair, and a dark haired girl in a pink dress. They were a colourful bunch of people, probably Gotham University students on a night out. One of them went to go and get the first round of drinks while the others gathered round a table in a separate booth. Sometimes Jason would look over and his eyes would fall on the girl in the pink dress, who was now holding a glass of wine in her hand. He told himself it was because she happened to be facing towards him. If he stared too long, the blonde next to her might notice and point it out to her. So he looked away, taking a deep drink from his own bottle.

Zoe’s invitation couldn't have come at a better time. Marinette drank deeply from her wine glass, as she tried to enjoy herself and drown out the argument she had with Tikki. She took her role as Ladybug and Guardian of the Miraculous seriously, it infuriated her that the person she considered her partner didn't feel the same way. She tried to drown out the possibility that not only had Master Fu chosen wrong, but that whoever had chosen her soulmate had too. At the very least, her soulmate seemed to think so too. Maybe it would be easier to throw the Miracle Box into Gotham Bay and hope that it would take her memories with it.

By the time Marinette was a couple of glasses deep into her efforts, Zoe leaned in to whisper something to Marinette. "That guy's been staring at you for the past 15 minutes now." Zoe told her. Marinette was pulled from her thoughts, as she looked over at Zoe.

"What guy?" Marinette asked.

"Okay don't look now, but he's literally right in front of you." Zoe told her, "I'm sure he'll buy you another glass of wine if you bat your eyelashes at him." Marinette playfully pushed Zoe away. As she took another sip of wine, she looked over the rim of her glass at the guy Zoe pointed out to her. Across the room, she could see the guy had dark hair framing a very sharp and angular face. He wore a leather jacket, dark jeans and a t-shirt, he was certainly handsome, she'll give him that. She wasn't going to just walk right up to him and ask him to buy her a drink.

"He looks all right," Marinette said, trying to ignore Zoe's raised eyebrow.

Just as the other guy was getting ready to buy another drink, Zoe saw her chance. She grabbed Marinette by the shoulders and pushed her towards the guy staring at her. As the two ploughed towards the bar, people stepped back to give them a clear path towards the man sitting by the counter.

Jason turned back around, curious at the ruckus behind him. Both Marinette and Jason froze as their eyes met, the two looked down to see the red string of fate. Zoe took this as a good sign, maybe this was love at first sight. As the two remained silent, Zoe nudged Marinette. When that didn't work, she dragged Marinette by the wrist and sat her down on the nearby stool. Zoe then gave Marinette a light tap on the shoulder, a wink and a thumbs up before going back to her group of friends.

#jasonette #maribat #maribat adrien salt #maribat chloe salt #maribat lila salt #ml x dc

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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Candids ~ Min Yoongi

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen as the placard came up on the programme to announce you’d be the next performer on the stage that night. Every single one of the boys who were sat around him had their eyes watching his stare.

“Do you forget sometimes you get to see the real thing?” Jungkook chuckled, earning himself a glare from Yoongi. “You look like you’re obsessed with her.”

Taehyung nodded from beside him, “we all know Y/N’s pretty and successful, but you look right now like you’re jealous of every single guy sat in that theatre tonight.”

Yoongi’s head shook, deciding not to give them the reaction that they wanted. Everyone knew that you were incredibly successful, plenty of fans liked to remind Yoongi of that on a daily basis, questioning how he ever managed to end up in a relationship with you.

Around you, he never wanted you to see how much people’s comments got to him, but at times, he struggled greatly to hold back and bite his tongue.

“It must be pretty lonely for her to be there alone tonight,” Jin spoke up, “but then she looks better probably than she would if she had you stood by her side for the night.”

Yoongi’s head continued to shake, as much as he knew the boys were only teasing him, the boys were unaware that those were also the comments that he read every day online and in the fan cafes from most of the fans, and yours.

“How does she always look so good,” Hobi mumbled under his breath.

Yoongi looked across at him, “she looks great without makeup too, I wish that people saw a bit more of that side to her too.”

As he spoke up, he pulled his phone out from his back pocket and looked down at his lock screen. The photo instantly brought a smile to his face, noticing your wide grin as he photographed you tucked up in bed, giggling away as he pulled a funny face in your direction.

Hobi and Jimin who sat either side of him soon glanced down and looked at the photo, nudging their blushed friend in the ribs gently.

“This is when I love her the most.”

“Like what?” Jungkook asked.

Yoongi turned the phone around so that the rest of the group could look at the photo too. “Just when she’s Y/N, not the superstar that everyone knows and loves.”

“You can see just how happy she is with you in that photo Yoongi.”

The boys both were all too aware of how well the two of you got on, despite their several instances of mocking and messing around with him.

Namjoon was always the first of the boys to make sure Yoongi knew how pleased they were for him. “You’ve done well for yourself Yoongi, you should be able to show her off.”

“I just wish people didn’t think that I was just with her for the person on the screen tonight.”

He turned the phone back around to look at, unable to hide his smile once again as he studied you closely. His phone was full of candid photos of you, he loved to snap as many as possible so that he could look back over them when the two of you were apart.

With such busy careers for you both, there were often very few opportunities for the two of you to spend some proper time with each other. The photos Yoongi possessed of you were almost like saviours for when he really struggled without you.

“Do you really think people feel that way?” Jungkook questioned from across the room.

Yoongi’s eyes darted up to look over at him, “I’ve read so many comments that wonder how I’ve managed to get with Y/N, because they just see her in fancy dresses and make up.”

“But that’s because the person who’s on your phone is a part of your private life,” Taehyung tried to reason, “that’s a side of Y/N that you should treasure all by yourself.”

Taehyung’s words quickly resonated with Yoongi as he placed his phone away, so many of those photos were ones that he wanted to keep away from the world. They were photos that he wanted to be able to look back all by himself. The smiles on your face in so many of the photos were ones that only he wanted to be able to bring out of you.

Yoongi’s head slowly nodded in response to his friend, “all these candid photos carry memories and traits of Y/N that so much of the world doesn’t get to know.”

“And you’re the lucky one that does get to know them.”

“I guess you’re right,” he mused, glancing back across at the television screen. “I’ll be the first to admit that I’m punching when it comes to Y/N, but what I won’t admit is that I’m only with her for the incredible performer that she is.”

He could spend all night listing off the reasons that he was with you, reasons that no one else ever had the chance to know. However, the boys knew, and that was by far what was most important to Yoongi, those closest to him knew the real you.

“Y/N won’t want you to feel down about tonight too.”

Yoongi’s head nodded at Hobi’s words, your performance tonight was one you’d begged him to stay up and watch. It was well into the early hours for them at home, but all of them wanted to see you perform and watch you do what you love.

“Do you know anything about her performance tonight?” Hobi added.

Yoongi’s head shook, “she’s kept it top secret from me.”

He quickly recalled the several times he’d begged you just for a small spoiler over the past few days, but each time, you told him that there was no sharing any details.

“What are you hoping she performs? You’ve got to have a favourite song of hers off the new album?” Taehyung then enquired.

Once again, Yoongi’s head shook, he loved every song off your new album the same, as did hundreds of thousands of people around the world who also took the time to listen to your album.

“Anything she performs I know will be great,” he whispered, much to the excitement of the others.

Regardless of what you performed, sung, danced, or even spoke, Yoongi knew that he would be proud of you and cheering you on.

“What if she surprised us all by performing with no makeup on?” Jin suggested, “if she knows that’s a side of her that you love so much.”

“I hope she doesn’t,” Yoongi replied, “you guys were right, that’s a side of her that I want to keep for me, the world can have the superstar Y/N, but I’ll just keep the human Y/N for me.”

“I’m sure it’s the same for her too,” Jimin grinned, “not many fans get to see you without makeup, but that’s a part of you Y/N always gets to see.”

“Well, you guys always get to see it too,” he teased, “but seeing as none of you have any candid photos of me, I guess it is a bit different.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened, “I guess you haven’t looked through our photo galleries for a while.”

“Since when have you guys been taking photos of me?”

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years ago

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JK Day 2021

...and what a day it was. I know we’re a bit late with this when looking at KST but in our time zone it’s still September 1st so it counts, right? Besides I wanted to wait until the day was over for them so I could have everything the members would post for JK so I could put it in this post as memory for us to look back on in the future.

Furthermore, as extension for the celebrations, I want to finally sit down, write and post our post about JK and his bonds with the hyung line since it’s been so long since two anons asked us about that so what better time than the weekend after JK day, right?

Anyway, let’s get into it, shall we?

The day before JKs birthday he came onto Weverse and posted three different things, including a cute selca:

Everyone of course turned up their creativity to post something for JK and also wondered among themselves what he planned on using those lyric comments for, and if he would use them for anything at all.

Sometime later before the new RUN episode aired, Seokjin appeared on Weverse and, for whatever reason, commented birthday wishes for JK under the Weverse post about the upcoming RUN episode. Because of course he did.

More than an hour before midnight KST everyone got a notification from vlive that JK had gone live:

And truly, considering it was about to be his birthday, I love how it felt more like it was ours with the gift that kept on giving that this vlive turned out to be.

Lots more below the cut:

Remember those posts that JK made in the morning on Weverse? As many, including myself, had guessed, JK gathered some of the lyric comments he liked most, or thought would work best, and proceeded to turn them into an actual song right before our eyes. The instrumental was gorgeous with a acoustic guitar and ballad like melody and it was truly fascinating watching him figuring out how to sing the lines, record them, redo them whenever he felt he could do it better, add adlibs in some places, and slowly but surely a song was created with lyrics in both English and Korean.

This really was the content I’ve always craved and I’m so, so happy we got to watch JK do this instead of him just showing us the final thing. You could see him having fun, even when he got a little frustrated at times or he wasn’t quite sure how he wanted to continue or how he wanted the words to sound like, and that he really knows what he’s doing. So many claim that Bangtan have no idea about producing and recording songs, which truly is such a stupid argument to make considering Yoongi is literally Producer SUGA and we know that, if the members want to make mixtapes they have to do them themselves, which we know Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi have done. So JK doing all of that in the vlive? Checkmate against those idiots. Especially since it also isn’t the first time we’ve seen members work on tracks, like the behind the scenes of rap line working on DDAENG or Hobi working on songs, or even JK with Stay, even if we didn’t know it’s Stay at the time.

Once the song was finished JK went on to show us several more instrumentals he could’ve worked with, each one with a different vibe, before switching to singing a song by Justin Bieber saying he really loves his songs a lot. And then it was nearing midnight so he unpacked the cake he got, white icing/fondant with purple lettering spelling out STILL WITH YOU JK, very cute.

Right as midnight hit someone started to bang on the door so JK got up to see who’d come and, surprise, it was a very excited Hobi wishing him a happy birthday including singing the birthday song for him upon JKs request while JK lit up his golden heart shaped candle.

Hobi again returned two minutes after he’d left (between when at 1:18h JK mentioned that, for the first time that night, he’d do one more song to finish off the vlive, ha) to give him an ice cream cake he’d prepared, but also to get his phone which he’d accidentally forgotten in the room JK was in.

Once Hobi really left and JK got a taste of his ice cream cake, as well as the white cake which turned out to be chocolate flavored, the vlive concert began and, at the time, none of us knew what we were in for since we all thought he’d really do one or two more songs and that would be it. And yet that very much is not what happened, at all, and I’m so grateful for it.

This might just be the funniest screenshot in existence (please take note of the time stamps):

No wonder that, eventually, Seokjin decided to come onto Weverse to post wishes for JK a second time while also saying this (the picture is from their unit photoshoot for Winter Package):

The imagine of Seokjin just sitting in bed or whatever watching JKs vlive and hearing him say last song every like ten minutes and every time he just kept going...and going...and going while Seokjin is just waiting...and waiting...and waiting? Hilarious. But it’s also really cute how he’d wanted to wait until JK was done to not interrupt him or pull ARMYs attention away from the vlive. Truly I adore their bond, it’s adorable and chaotic and so wonderfully them.

Yoongi also posted his wishes for JK while the vlive was still going.

The one who waited until it was over was actually Namjoon who, with what he said in his tweet, actually revealed that he’d watched JKs vlive as well. In his vlive JK said that at the end of their concerts Namjoon used to always give his speech like a (school) principal, as in his long ending ment speeches, and that’s why Namjoon ‘signed’ his tweet with principal as well.

Truly I love how JK was just having fun singing their songs, taking requests from ARMY, rediscovering songs, like him wondering if they really have a song called Paradise (since the Korean title is different) and finally fulfilling ARMYs wish of hearing BTS sing it live, as well as being surprised and confused by requests for Heartbeat asking himself if them really have a song like that. But since ARMY kept asking for it, he finally looked it up and his reaction to realizing that, yes, it is a real song of theirs and also that that’s the song we were talking about which he’d completely forgotten about? Hilarious but also kind of heartbreaking for all the Heartbeat enthusiasts.

Here is the full list of all the songs he sang, some for longer, some shorter:

One thing that this vlive showed really well was just how amazing of a singer JK really is. It’s easy for people to dismiss his talent during concerts or performances, since they could always argue that him and the others get help due to the backing track etc., but here we had his raw voice singing along to their songs much the way any of us do. And he sounded stunning beginning to end. He’s such a talented singer and he’s worked so hard on his technique and voice and it’s really showing. Thinking back to what he said in his BE comeback Weverse interview about how he’d like to one day he brave enough to do a three hour concert on his own, I’d say this vlive shows that really shouldn’t be any kind of problem at all. If ARMY can listen to him essentially do karaoke for one and a half hours, then attending and enjoying a full on JK concert would be no issue whatsoever. It’d actually be amazing, I’m certain, and I’d totally be down to seeing that potentially become a reality one day in the future.

After two and a half hours, the vlive ultimately came to a close and JK said his goodbyes.

Hours later Hobi appeared on Weverse wondering what pictures of JK he could/should post for his traditional picture “spam” and everyone was immediately super excited. Hobi’s gallery holds some wonderful treasures so we all looked forward to what he would end up posting, though it would take a few hours until it would happen.

The funny thing is that he posted the first twt twice since the picture with Namjoon in it had Hobi’s iPhone in it which, as good Samsung representative, was a no, no, so he deleted the twt and posted it again with some stickers covering the phone. So cute. And his picture choices are wonderful. I particularly love that picture of JK in the white room dressed in black from back in 2019 when they performed Boy with Luv. And also their picture from a dinner the two of them went on together back in 2018.

In the meantime before Hobi posted his pictures, as requested in the picture that BH had posted for JKs birthday on the staff BTS account at midnight, one of the members posted his meal though it’s unclear which one of them it might’ve been. Looks super yummy though, wow.

And eventually the final member to come and wish JK a happy birthday was Jimin (and yes, I know Jimin’s twt came before Hobi’s but considering Hobi already wished him a happy birthday at midnight, that makes Jimin the last one):

Trans (cr. haruharu_w_bts):

our maknae happy birthday i wish <you a happy birthday> a lot and a lot #KkookieHappyBirthday #JIMIN #HAPPYJKDAY

Taehyung didn’t post anything but considering his track record of doing something for the members off social media for their birthday, like giving Namjoon a forehead kiss, sending birthday wish videos to Seokjin (including roping others into doing it as well), or wishing Jimin a happy birthday as part of the MOTS ON:E exhibition, I wasn’t all that surprised by this.

And with that JK day 2021 came to a close. It started with a surprise (as in both the song based on ARMY comments and also the concert afterward) and ended with one as well, as in the In The SOOP Season Two announcement.

I hope JK had a wonderful day, celebrated happily with his members, friends and family however much that’s possible in these times, as well as with their busy schedule, and that this new year will be a happy one for him full of success, personal but also career wise. I’m curious and excited to see what will happen.

#Jungkook #jungkook birthday #Jungkook vlive #BTS #Namjoon #Seokjin #Jimin #Hoseok #Yoongi

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circus4apsycho8 · 3 years ago

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lemon drops. | ii | ib ~ garry x reader

chapter i here.

~ two ~

Rest assured your name will be spelled correctly in my contacts :)

It’s you! I’m glad to hear it.

Idk if you’ll be free but I was going to stop by the coffee shop again today

After my classes. Thinking about talking a walk or something after

I can certainly make another stop there

A walk? Any particular trail in mind?

Not really. I’ll probably just stroll through town

I like the sound of that. What time are you done with your classes?

A smile appears on your lips as you sort the details of your next meetup with Garry out. That turned out pretty well, despite the fact you had been a little nervous to text him. In any case, you hop off of your bed, noting that it’s time for you to get ready for class.

With that thought in mind, you mindlessly proceed throughout your morning routine. After your belongings are in hand, you open the door to your room before stepping out into the hallway. As you gently pull it shut, the sound of small footsteps catches your attention.

“Morning!” your little sister greets, grinning widely as you bend down to give her a hug.

“Hey, Ib. Did you sleep well?”

“I did! Did you?”

“I slept well enough,” you reply, listening to her as the two of you start making your way downstairs.

“That’s good. I had a really weird dream.”

“Oh? Do you remember what it was about?”

“Kind of,” she answers as the two of you reach the bottom of the staircase, both turning towards the kitchen. “I just remember a scary-looking face. It was blue and had weird eyes and a creepy smile.”

“That sound scary,” you mumble, ruffling her hair a little bit. “I’m sorry you had to dream about that.”

“Thanks, but it wasn’t that bad. I just hope I don’t have to dream about it again.”

“Hopefully you won’t have to,” you say, spying your parents in the living room. “Good morning.”

They look up, both sending you a smile. “Morning girls. Sleep well?”

“I did. Ib said she had a nightmare, though.”

“Oh no! What was it about?” your mom asks, shifting her gaze to Ib.

“A creepy doll or something…it just kept staring at me.”

“Well, it can’t hurt you now,” you dad adds, smiling softly. You nod, about to say something when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. A glance at the screen reveals that it’s a message from Garry:

Look at what I found!!

Attached is a picture of a chunky little groundhog peacefully nibbling on a patch of grass. You giggle quietly, typing a quick response:

Oh, that’s so cute!

“What’re you giggling at?” questions your father, taking a sip from his coffee as he eyes you.

“Oh, a friend just sent me a meme,” you reply, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“I see.”

“Well, we hope you both have a great day. Take snacks if you need them, and be careful on your way there and back!”

“We will, Mom. Love you guys!”

“We love you too. Stay safe!”

…

The day drags on as normal once you drop Ib off at her school. Every class had been filled with you impatiently checking the time every so often. With every passing minute, you grew more and more excited about your upcoming meeting with Garry.

Since you get out earlier than Ib does today, that means you can walk with Garry before you pick her up. You have about two hours before that rolls around, and Garry should be at the coffee shop by the time you arrive.

As soon as your last class ends, you gather your belongings quickly before exiting. You mentally groan when you see that the elevator already has a line of people waiting for its ascent, so you decide to take the stairs again.

Thankfully, the light spring in your step makes the descent a bit easier to bear this time around. You’re on the ground floor before you know it.

Once more, the cool breeze envelopes your skin the moment you step outside. A soft smiles lines your lips as you pull out your phone, opening your messages app:

Hey Garry! I’m on my way now, I should be there in about five minutes or so

I’ll be waiting :)

“Nice,” you mumble as you read the message, stuffing your phone back in your pocket afterwards. The walk this time around seems much shorter than it was yesterday. Not that you’re complaining, because it seems like forever since you’ve wanted to talk to someone like this.

Soon enough, you find yourself in front of the café again. You push the door open, glancing inside to find Garry sitting at the same spot, phone in hand.

“Garry!”

He turns before smiling, standing up as you make your way over to him.

“Hello there!” he greets.

“Hey,” you respond. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, and how about yourself?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” You really like how he’s so well-mannered, and actually enunciates his words. It sends a fluttery feeling to your stomach – one that feels almost nostalgic in an odd way.

“I decided it would be better if we ordered together, since we’re walking,” he says as the two of you approach the counter.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Of course.”

With that, the two of you place your orders before waiting at the end of the counter again. The silence between the two of you is comfortable, thankfully. You’re still excited, but part of you is growing a bit nervous now.

You dart from thought to thought for a few minutes before the barista slides your drinks onto the counter, smiling at the two of you. You realize it’s the same one that served you yesterday.

“Hey guys! Good to see you again. Sorry about the mix-up yesterday.”

“That’s quite all right,” Garry replies. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it!” you add, picking up your drink. “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome. Have a great day, guys.”

“You too!”

With that, the two of you swiftly exit the coffee shop, prepared for the walk.

You notice Garry has gone silent, staring ahead distantly. You follow his gaze, only to see that the old art gallery is the subject of his attention.

“Ever been in there?” you question.

“I visited it once, almost a year or so ago,” he comments, frowning.

“Funny. I went around a year ago too,” you say. Could that have been where you saw him?

“Interesting. Perhaps that’s where we saw each other?”

“It could be,” you note. “Wait. My sister went too. Maybe she’d recognize you, since she was with me that day?”

“Oh, maybe!”

“You should come with me when I go to pick her up from school, then. Her memory is way better than mine.”

He laughs a little, closing his eye as he does so. It makes you wonder why he hides his other eye behind his hair. “How long do you have until then?”

“A little under two hours,” you say, stepping a little closer to Garry in order to give passing people more room to walk. The two of you are still outside of the coffee shop, studying the art gallery intently.

“Ah, plenty of time.”

“Yeah. So, which way should we go?”

“I say we begin by heading right. From there, we can just go where the wind takes us.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say as the two of you start walking.

From there, you both fall into another comfortable silence. It seems to be a bit more thoughtful this time around, but as you sip on your drink and view your surroundings, you feel your shoulders relaxing more and more. How long had it been since you just enjoyed time with a friend like this?

For the most part, it remains quiet, but the two of you exchange a bit of get-to-know-the-other questions. You’re surprised at how comfortable you feel with him. It’s…natural. Like this is how things are supposed to be. Despite this, you know there’s something you’re missing.

It takes you a second to realize that Garry has stopped, leaving you a few feet in front of him. He’s turned towards the forest encircling the town, his eye apparently having been caught.

“Garry? Is something wrong?”

“I… No, but…well, I can’t quite explain it. But I feel like…” he trails off, frowning as he steps forward. Curiosity piqued, you follow him, staying quiet when he bends down to look at something.

“This,” he states, picking the object up. You frown, going to look at it.

“A blue petal?” you wonder, frowning. “What’s that doing here? It’s fall, and there are no blue flowers over here.”

Your friend nods in agreement. “I have the strangest feeling that I should hold onto this.”

“Then keep it somewhere safe. Your gut is almost always right.”

You’re about to add something when…

“Ow!” you cry, grunting as a sharp pain emanates from your head. It’s like a headache, but way more intense.

You hear Garry saying your name before he too cries out, kneeling down as well. You clutch your skull, willing for the pain to subside, when…

A/N: Thanks for the support on this series so far! I hope you enjoyed. I hope that the next chapter will be out soon. Reblogs, likes, and comments are all highly appreciated <3333 Also, please let me know if you'd like to be tagged for updates :D

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honestlywtfisgoingon · 4 years ago

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A Match Set

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader

Summary: After meeting one night in New York, you and Benny Watts are drawn to each other. As you go through different experiences with one another, you grow closer until it finally gets to be too much for Benny.

Word Count: 1890

Warnings: none

Notes: aye this is my first fic because there is a serious lack of benny watts fics and i had to change that for myself. this will probably be multiple chapters that can be read separately.

It was your first art gallery, and you were both anxious and overjoyed to see people surveying your work. You had put so many hours into each piece and all kinds of people had poured in to look. It was a well known gallery, but the variety still surprised you. You looked around and saw some interesting characters, but your interest was piqued when your eyes fell upon a particular cowboy.

He was inspecting one of your favorite paintings which had chess pieces as the subject. The pieces merely served as part of a metaphor in your art, as the game and all its complexities had never really been your thing. As you looked closer at the man you realized that, not only had his outfit sparked your interest, but he seemed familiar too. Out of curiosity, you walked over and stood next to him.

“What are your thoughts?” You asked, motioning towards the painting.

His initial expression showed surprise that you were talking to him, but he recovered quickly, saying, “It’s good. I think the artist has talent.” You felt a bit of pride hearing that. You opened your mouth to say thanks, but you decided not to reveal yourself. You wanted him to give his honest opinion without fear of offending you.

“So do you like chess?” He nodded to the painting. Hearing this you made the connection as to why you remembered seeing him before. Your father owned a little bookshop back home and you were looking into chess for the same painting you were discussing right now. You had seen this cowboy on the back of one of those books, but you hadn’t given it another thought, never actually expecting to meet him. You decided not to reveal this information either and continued with the conversation.

“I can play a modest game. You?”

“I can play a modest game.” He had a small smile as he shrugged.

“Your first lie.” You said smirking back.

He looked confused but curious, so you explained about your research, your fathers bookshop, the whole story. He puffed up a bit after hearing that, looking impressed that you knew who he was.

“What’s your name?” He asked, still curious.

“Y/n” you replied.

“Nice name. I’m Benny, but you already seem to know who I am. On the other hand I don’t know anything about you.” He reached out his hand to shake yours.

“You walk in here with a black trench coat but you make me out to be the mysterious one,” you smirked as you took his hand. He chuckled a bit, and after your introduction, you asked why he was here.

“My friend knows the artist actually. She told us we had to see her work before going out.” You hummed as you thought about what to say, but he interjected.

“I don’t usually do this, and I’m not sure why I’m doing this now, but maybe you’d consider coffee with me. I won’t tell anymore lies” he joked.

You laughed a little, mildly shocked. “you’re not sure why? That’s flattering” you teased.

“Not what I meant-“ but before you could come to a conclusion on his sudden offer, you heard an excited french accent.

“Y/n! Im so proud! You finally got to show off all that talent!” Your friend Cleo ran up to you and wrapped her arms around you. You hadn’t seen her since you lived in France for a few months and you had missed her. You left for France after you realized you weren’t really needed at home, so you dedicated yourself to trying to soak up some culture. She looked gorgeous like you remembered, fitting for a model. You continued your reunion embrace for a moment before she waved her arms to the men and woman behind her. She introduced the friends she had brought to your show as Arthur, Hilton, and Annette, who all smiled at you. Cleo paused to turn to the cowboy saying, “I see you’ve already met Benny.”

“Yeah we met,” he said, “but I didn’t know this was your work. I would’ve told you how impressed I am.” Your cheeks turned a light pink at the praise.

“Look at Benny, impressed with someone besides himself for once.”Cleo poked fun and the group let out a laugh.

“Hey I’m not a narcissist or anything, don’t listen to Cleo,” Benny made excuses to you, only mildly offended.

“Sure you aren’t. I have nothing against narcissists,” you jokingly assured him. This answer didn’t comfort the man who had essentially just asked you on a date.

You and Cleo continued to catch up and you talked more with her friends as well. Benny just stood next to you, and you caught him glancing at you once or twice, but you just ignored it. Eventually you agreed to go out for drinks with the group, walking with them to a bar a couple blocks down called Hal’s.

You all squeezed into a booth while Arthur went off to get drinks. You sat on the outside, watching the people out on the floor next to you giggling and dancing. Having a couple of drinks beforehand must’ve contributed to the large amount of people out there, you thought. Arthur eventually announced his return by laying a tray of drinks in the middle of the table.

You were all conversing and sipping on your drinks when Annette decided she wanted to dance. Cleo agreed enthusiastically, but the rest of us refused. She suggested we all take shots to make it easier, but once again we tried to turn her down. she pleaded, “come on guys, it’s a Saturday night, and you can’t possible lose something from it. Have a little bit of fun with me!”

We relented, having a feeling that she wasn’t going to give up any time soon. She gave a little clap and handed out the shots. You knocked yours back with everyone else and grimaced at the bitter taste. Shaking it off, you slid out of the booth so the others could get out. You moved back into your spot after they all made their way to the throng of people. You decided you would join them later, but you liked to observe first. You looked over and the only two left were you and Benny. You slid over to him, not wanting to sit awkwardly on the other end like he wasn’t there.

“I bet you five bucks that lady is bored out of her mind.” He pointed to a blonde on a date across the bar, “Either she’s an alcoholic or she’s trying to tune out baldie.” You looked at the woman and saw she was surrounded by empty glasses while the man in front of her seemed like he was boasting endlessly. You both started making observations about the various people in the bar. Most of them were snarky comments that you whispered into each other’s ears, giggling, but you also created imaginary lives for them, guessing who they were and how they got here. After sharing a couple laughs, you sighed and reached a comfortable lull before Benny brought up what you knew was coming.

“So have you thought about my earlier question?” He eyed you seriously all of a sudden, but you didn’t feel any pressure. He seemed the type of confident where he thought you would say yes, but he could recover if you said no.

You weighed in your impression of him. He was cute, with fluffy hair and nice eyes that were a kind of chocolate color. He was funny and you he seemed intelligent (I mean he had to be, he played competitive chess). Albeit his trench coat and hat were a bit eccentric, but that wasn’t a bad thing, in fact you found it attractive.

“So have you?” He asked again, leaning his head in.

“Oh uh” you hadn’t realized while you were thinking that you had zoned out looking at him. Clearing your throat you said, “I’m free for coffee.” You stopped, “But you have to wear the hat.”

“Wouldn’t leave home without it” he winked.

Suddenly you were shoved against him as your tipsy friends barreled back into the booth.

“We should probably join them” you said as you moved off him, pushing one of the leftover drinks towards him. He nodded and you both drank some more just to get on the same level as your friends.

“You two haven’t even danced! I saw you whispering. Too busy flirting?” Annette smiled as she slurred a few of her words. You just looked down, cheeks pink, leaving Benny to respond.

“How were you watching us when you were dancing with that guy, the one who looks like he’s only ever kissed his mother.”

“No, I’m sure he’s kissed other people! I mean he did seem young but...” Annette looked over to the guy she dragged to dance with her earlier. He stood sheepishly in the corner, looking like he hadn’t outgrown his baby fat yet, and was definitely not a city type. “He’s just shy!” She defended, but me and Benny just looked at each other, falling into giggles. You figured out that night that Annette was one of those drunks who got a little childish, but she was sweet.

You would’ve been content to keep hanging out with Benny, if it hadn’t been for Cleo who grabbed your hand and pulled you out to the dance floor. You looked back at Benny, but gave in and allowed her to twirl you into the crowd. You were having a good time with Cleo, Hilton and Arthur dancing on either side of her. You were soon out of breath, but didn’t mind, enjoying it all.

You had moved to the city a couple months ago, but hadn’t had time to make friends, focusing on your work and setting up your apartment. You missed having company, people who were fun and interesting.

You continued to move to the beat of the song until you bumped into someone. You looked back to see Benny smiling next to you. You smiled back and let him in to the little circle you and your friends had created. You felt a little warm, not from the dancing, but from being close to him.

After fifteen minutes you were all tired and made your way to the booth to gather all your things up and pay the bill. You walked out of the bar and into the chilly night air, grateful for the residual body heat that came from all the dancing. You hugged Cleo and your new friends goodbye as took turns getting into taxis and headed towards their homes. Hilton offered to wave you down a taxi too, but you declined, explaining that your home wasn’t a far walk. He shrugged and gave you another hug before climbing into the yellow car. Once again it was just you and Benny.

“Just the two of us again huh?” He spoke, and he definitely didn’t sound turned off by the idea.

“Fate I guess.”

“Sure” he said casually.

“Do you not believe in fate?” You asked. You weren’t a firm believer in the idea but something in his tone made you curious.

“I’ve had this debate before I think. I’m not sure, but I’d like to figure it out. How about you?” He said. You imagined him having a lot of debates. You had just met him, but he seemed to fall into the intellectual category. They always kept things interesting, and frequently offered new perspectives.

“I mean everything’s gotta mean something, there has to be a purpose. I just don’t know if we make our own purpose or if we’re given a purpose; fate.” You mused, not meaning to get existential. He didn’t seem to mind.

“You seem like the type to want to figure things out too.” He said ‘too’. So you and him both liked to do that. You added that to the growing list of things you liked about him.

“I guess I am.” He had a pleased look on his face and you just shrugged as you started to say goodbye.

“Wait” he grabbed your arm, “I heard you say you didn’t live far, I could walk you.” Before you could protest he told you, “it wouldn’t be a big deal, I heard you tell Hilton where you lived, we’re in the same direction.”

You agreed, finding yourself wanting to talk to him more. He offered you his arm casually and you laughed to yourself a little at the gesture, taking it anyway. You walked down the sidewalk, talking and laughing. You felt comfortable as you felt like you leveled with him. It seemed like too short of a walk as you suddenly found yourself at the door of your apartment building.

“Guess this is goodnight.” Benny said as you both stood on the sidewalk.

“What about coffee?” You asked.

“Glad you remembered. I’ll pick you up at twelve tomorrow, we can make it lunch. I’ll pick you up.” He said it decidedly, like it was just a fact. Something you noticed he did often.

“Ok then. Lunch. Tomorrow. Am I forgetting anything?” You said as you stepped halfway into the doorway.

“If you are we can figure that out later. I’ll see you.” He waved with a slight smile.

You waved back and smiled in return, watching him walk away before closing the door. You sped up to your apartment, letting yourself finally feel the excitement and anticipation of going out. You stripped off your clothing as soon as you got in and flopped on your bed, feeling sort of giddy. You felt like you and Benny were connected, though you had barely met him. As you laid down you smiled to yourself, looking forward to tomorrow.

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wits-writing · 4 years ago

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What’s so Funny About Vengeance, the Night, and Batman? – Two Superhero Parodies in Conversation

Back in 2016, the first trailers for Director Chris McKay’s The Lego Batman Movie hit. A spinoff of the take on the iconic hero, voiced by Will Arnett, from 2014’s The Lego Movie. Those trailers spelled out a plot covering how Batman’s life of crimefighting is turned upside down when Robin unexpectedly enters the picture. It was a funny trailer, promising another insightful comedy from the crew behind The Lego Movie. A promise it handily delivered on when it came out in February 2017 with an animated feature steeped wall-to-wall jokes for the sake of mocking Bruce Wayne’s angst filled crusade that can only come from understanding what’s made the character withstand the test of time.

But there was a thought I and others had from seeing that trailer up to watching the actual movie:

“This seems… familiar.”

Holy Musical B@man! is a 2012 fan-made stage production parody of DC Comics’ biggest cash cow. It was produced as the fifth musical from YouTube-based cult phenomenon Starkid Productions, from a book by Matt and Nick Lang, music by Nick Gage and Scott Lamp with lyrics by Gage. The story of the musical details how Robin’s unexpected entrance ends up turning Batman’s (Joe Walker) life of crimefighting upside down. Among Starkids’ fandom derived projects in their early existence, as they’ve mainly moved on to well-received original material in recent years, Holy Musical B@man! is my personal favorite. I go back to it frequently, appreciating it as a fan of both superheroes and musicals. (Especially since good material that touches on both of those isn’t exactly easy to come by. Right, Spider-Man?)

While I glibly summarized the similarities between them by oversimplifying their plots, there’s a lot in the details, both major and minor, that separates how they explore themes like solitude, friendship, love, and what superhero stories mean. It’s something I’ve wanted to dig into for a while and I found a lot in both of them I hadn’t considered before by putting them in conversation. I definitely recommend watching both of them, because of how in-depth this piece goes including discussing their endings. However, nothing I can say will replace the experience of watching them and if I had included everything I could’ve commented on in both of them, this already massive piece would easily be twice as long minimum.

Up front, I want to say this isn’t about comparing The Lego Batman Movie and Holy Musical B@man in terms of quality. Not only are they shaped for vastly different mediums with different needs/expectations, animation versus stagecraft, but they also had different resources at their disposal. Even if both are in some ways riffing on the aesthetic of the 1990s Batman movies and the Adam West TV show, Lego Batman does it with the ability to make gorgeously animated frames packed to the brim with detail while Holy Musical often leans into its low-fi aesthetic of characters miming props and sets to add extra humor. They’re also for different audiences, Lego Batman clearly for all-ages while Holy Musical has the characters cursing for emphasis on a regular basis. On top of those factors, after picking through each of these for everything worth commenting on that I could find, I can’t say which I wholly prefer thanks in part to these fundamental differences.

This piece is more about digging through the details to explore the commonalities, differences, and what makes them effective mocking love letters to one of the biggest superheroes in existence.

(Also, since I’m going to be using the word “Batman” a lot, I’ll be calling Lego Batman just “Batman” and referring to the version from Holy Musical as “B@man”, with the exception of quoted dialogue.)

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Setting the Tone

The beginning is, in fact, a very good place to start when discussing how these parodies frame their versions of the caped crusader. Each one uses a song about lavishing their respective Batmen with praise about how they are the best superheroes ever and play over sequences of the title hero kicking wholesale ass. A key distinction comes in who’s singing each song. Holy Musical B@man’s self-titled opening number is sung from the perspective of an omniscient narrator recounting B@man’s origin and later a chorus made up of the Gotham citizenry. Meanwhile, “Who’s the (Bat) Man” from Lego Batman is a brag-tacular song written by Batman about himself, even playing diegetically for all his villains to hear as he beats them up.

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Holy Musical opens on a quick recap of Batman’s origin:

“One shot, Two shots in the night and they’re gone And he’s all left alone He’s just one boy Two dead at his feet and their blood stains the street And there’s nothing, no there’s nothing he can do!”

We then get a Bat-dance break as the music goes from slow and moody to energetic to reflect Batman turning that tragedy into the driving force behind his one-man war on crime. Assured by the narrator that he’s “the baddest man that there’s ever been!” and “Now there’s nothing, no there’s nothing he can’t do!” flipping the last lyric of the first verse. For the rest of the opening scene the lyrics matter less than what’s happening to establish both this fan-parody’s version of Batman and how the people of Gotham (“he’ll never refuse ‘em”) view him.

Lego Batman skips the origin recap, and in general talks around the death of the Waynes to keep the light tone going since it’s still a kids movie about a popular toy even if there are deeper themes at play. Instead, it continues a trend The Lego Movie began for this version of the character writing music about how he’s an edgy, dark, awesome, cool guy. While that movie kept it to Batman angry-whiteboy-rapping about “Darkness! NO PARENTS!”, this one expands to more elaborate boasts in the song “Who’s the (Bat) Man” by Patrick Stump:

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“In the darkest night I make the bad guys fall There’s a million heroes But I’m the best of them all!”

Batman singing this song about himself, as opposed to having it sung by others aims the crosshairs of parody squarely on the hero’s ego. His abilities make fighting his villains effortless, like this opening battle is more an opportunity to perform the song than a life-or-death struggle. Even Joker’s aware of that as he shouts, “Stop him before he starts singing!” This Batman doesn’t see himself as missing out on anything in life, even if he still feels that deep down. Being Batman is the coolest thing in the world that anyone would envy. He’s Batman, therefore everyone should envy him.

The songs aren’t only part of the equation for how these two works’ opening scenes establish their leading hero. While both songs are about Batman being cool, they’re separated by the accompanying scenes. Lego Batman keep the opening within the Joker’s perspective until Batman shows up and the action kicks in. Once it does, we’re shown a Batman at the top of his solo-hero game. Meanwhile, Holy Musical’s opening is about B@man building his reputation and by the end of the song he has all the citizens of Gotham singing his praises with the titular lyrics. Both are about being in awe of the title hero, one framed by Joker’s frustration at Batman’s ease in foiling his schemes yet again and the other about the people of Gotham growing to love their city’s hero (probably against their better judgement.)

That’s woven into the fabric of what kind of schemes Batman is foiling in each of these. Joker’s plan to bomb Gotham with the help of every supervillain in Batman’s Rogues Gallery is hilariously high stakes and the type of plan most Batman stories, even parodies, would save for the climax. Neatly exemplified by how that’s almost the exact structure of Holy Musical’s final showdown. Starting with these stakes works as an extension of this Batman’s nature as a living children’s toy and therefore the embodiment of a child’s idea of what makes Batman cool, his ability to wipe the floor with anyone that gets in his way “because he’s Batman.” It also emphasizes Joker as the only member of the Rogues Gallery that matters to Lego Batman’s story, every other Bat-villain is either a purely visual cameo or only gets a couple lines maximum.

The crime’s being stopped by B@man are more in the “Year One” gangster/organized crime category rather than anything spectacle heavy. Though said crimes are comically exaggerated:

Gangster 1: Take these here drugs, put ‘em into them there guns, and then hand ‘em out to those gamblin’ prostitutes! Gangster 2: Should we really be doing these illegal activities? In a children’s hospital for orphans?

These fit into that model of crime the Dark Knight fights in his early days and add tiny humanizing moments between the crooks (“Oh, Matches! You make me laugh like nobody else!”) in turn making the arrival of B@man and the violence he deals out a stronger punchline. Further emphasized by the hero calling out the exact physical damage he does with each hit before warning them to never do crime again saying, “Support your families like the rest of us! Be born billionaires!” Later in the song his techniques get more extreme and violence more indiscriminate, as he uses his Bat-plane to patrol and gun down whoever he sees as a criminal, including a storeowner accidentally taking a single dollar from his own register. (“God’s not up here! Only Batman!”)

A commonality between these two openings is how Commissioner Jim Gordon gets portrayed. Both are hapless goofs at their core, playing more on the portrayal of the character in the 60s TV show and 90s Burton/Schumacher movies than the serious-minded character present in comics, Nolan’s Dark Knight Trilogy, and other adaptations. Lauren Lopez’s portrayal in Holy Musical gets overwhelmed by everything thrown at him, eventually giving up and getting out of B@man’s way (“I’m not gonna tell Batman what to do! He’s Batman!”) Hector Elizondo’s Gordon in Lego Batman clearly reached the “stay out of Batman’s way” point a long time ago, happy to have “the guy who flips on the Bat-signal” be his sole defining trait. While the characterizations are close, their roles do end up differing. Lopez’s Gordon sticks around to have a few more comedic scenes as the play goes on, where Elizondo’s exist to set up a contrast with his daughter Barbara and her way of approaching Batman when she becomes Police Commissioner.

These opening sequences both end in similar manners as well; the citizens of Gotham lavishing praise on their respective Batmen and a confrontation between Batman and the Joker. Praise from the citizenry in Holy Musical comes on the heels of a letter from B@man read out on the news about how much they and the city of Gotham suck. They praise B@man for his angsty nature as a “dark hero” and how they “wouldn’t want him any other way!”, establishing the motif of Gotham’s citizens in Holy Musical as stand-ins for the Batman fandom. Lego Batman uses the praise of the Gotham citizens after Batman’s victory in the opening scene as a lead in to contrast their certainty that Batman must have an exciting private life with the reality we’re shown. Which makes sense since Lego-Batman’s relationship to the people of Gotham is never presented as something at stake.

Greater contrast comes in how the confrontations with the Joker are handled, Lego Batman has an argument between the hero and villain that’s intentionally coded as relationship drama, Batman saying “There is no ‘us’” when Joker declares himself Batman’s greatest enemy. The confrontation in Holy Musical gets purposefully underplayed as an offstage encounter narrated to the audience as a Vicki Vale news report. This takes Joker off the board for the rest of the play in contrast to the Batman/Joker relationship drama that forms one of Lego Batman’s key pillars. While they take different forms, the respective citizenry praise and villain confrontation parts of these openings lead directly into the number one common thematic element between these Bat-parodies: Batman’s loneliness.

One is the Darkest, Saddest, Loneliest Number

Batman as an isolated hero forms one of the core tenants of the most popular understanding of the character. Each of these parodies picks at that beyond the broody posturing. There’s no dedicated segment in this piece about how these works’ versions of the title character function bleeds into every other aspect of them, but each starts from the idea of Batman as a man-child with trouble communicating his emotions. Time’s taken to give the audience a view of where their attitudes have left them early in the story.

Both heroes show their loneliness through interactions with their respective Alfreds. Holy Musical has the stalwart butler, played by Chris Allen, try to comfort B@man by asking if he has any friends he enjoys being around. When B@man cites Lucius Fox as a friend he calls him right away, only to discover Lucius Fox is Alfred’s true identity and Alfred Pennyworth was an elaborate ruse he came up with to protect Bruce on his father’s wishes. Ironically, finding out his closest friend was living a double life causes Bruce to push Alfred away (the play keeps referring to him as Alfred after this, so that’s what I’m going to do as well.) After he’s fired he immediately comes back in a new disguise as “O’Malley the Irish Butler” (same outfit he wore before but with a Party City Leprechaun hat.) That’s unfortunately the start of a running gag in Holy Musical that ends up at the worst joke in the play, when Alfred disguises himself as “Quon Li the Chinese Butler” doing an incredibly cringeworthy “substituting L’s for R’s” bit with his voice. It’s been my least favorite bit in the play since I first saw it in 2012 and legitimately makes me hesitate at times to recommend it. Even if it’s relatively small bit and the rest holds ups.

That disclaimer out of the way, that conversation between B@man and Alfred leads into the title hero reflecting on his sadness through the musical’s I Want Song, “Dark, Sad, Lonely Knight.” The song’s split into two halves, the first Alfred reflecting on whether he played a part in Bruce’s current condition and the second B@man longing for a connection. The song does a good job balancing between the sincerity over the hero’s sadness and getting good laughs out of it:

“Think of the children Next time you gun down the mama and papa Their only mama and papa Because they probably don’t have another mama and papa!”

The “I Want” portion of the song coming in the end with the repetition of the lryics “I want to be somebody’s buddy.”

Rather than another song number, Lego Batman covers Batman’s sadness through a pair of montages and visual humor. The first comes after the opening battle, where we see Batman taking off all his costume except for the mask hanging out alone in Wayne Manor, showing how little separation he puts between identities. Compared to Holy Musical where the equivalent scene is the first we see of Bruce without the mask on, which may come down to practicality since anyone who’s worn a mask like that knows they get hot and sweaty fast. Batman is constantly made to appear small among the giant empty rooms of his estate as he eats dinner, jams on his guitar, and watches romantic movies alone.

Ralph Fienne’s Alfred coming in at the end of this sequence witnessing Batman looking at a photo of himself as a boy with his parents for the last time. Alfred outlines Batman’s fear of being part of a family again only to be met with Batman denying he has any feelings ever. Pennyworth’s role as a surrogate father gets put into greater focus here than in Holy Musical, as we get glimpses of Alfred reading a book titled “How to Deal with Your Out-of-Control Child.” Also shown in smaller scenes of Alfred dealing with Batman’s insistent terminology for his crime fighting equipment, like calling his cowl an “armored face disguise.”

Batman’s denial of his pain contrasts how B@man wallows in it. Though he’s forced to confront it a little as the Joker’s plan ends up leaving him with no crimefighting to fall back on to ignore his issues. This montage gets set to the song “One” by Harry Nilsson and details Batman, unable to express his true feelings, eventually letting them out in the form of tempter tantrums. There’s also some humor through juxtaposition as Batman walks solemnly through the streets of Gotham City, rendered black and white, as the citizens chant “No more crime!” in celebration, while flipping over cars and firing guns into the air.

A disruption to their loneliness eventually comes in the form of a sensational character find.

Robin – The Son/BFF Wonder

Between both Bat-parodies, the two Robins’ characterizations are as close as anyone’s between them. Each is nominally Dick Grayson but are ultimately more representative of the idea of Robin as the original superhero sidekick and his influence on Batman’s life. The play and movie also both make the obvious jokes about Dick’s name and the classic Robin costume’s lack of pants at different points. Dick’s origin also gets sidestepped in each version to skip ahead to the part where he starts being an influence in Batman’s life.

Robin’s introduction to the comics in Detective Comics #38 in 1940, marking the start of Batman’s literal “Year Two” as a character, predating the introduction of Joker, Catwoman, and Alfred, among others. Making him Batman’s longest lasting ally in the character’s history. His presence and acrobatics shift the tone by adding a dash of swashbuckling to Batman’s adventures, inspired by the character’s namesake Robin Hood, though both parodies take a page out of Batman Forever and associate the name with the bird for the sake of a joke. Robin is as core to Batman as his origin, but more self-serious adaptations (i.e., the mainstream cinematic ones that were happening around the times both Holy Musical and Lego Batman came out) tend to avoid the character’s inclusion. These two works being parody, therefore anything but self-serious, give themselves permission to examine why Robin matters and how different characters react to his presence. Rejection of Robin as a character and concept comes out in some form in each of these works, from Batman himself in Lego Batman and the Gotham citizens in Holy Musical.

The chain of events that lead to Dick becoming Robin in Lego Batman are a string of consequences for Batman’s self-absorption. A scene of Bruce barely listening as Dick asks for advice on getting adopted escalating to absentmindedly signing the adoption paperwork. Batman doesn’t realize he has a son until after his sadness montage. Alfred forces Batman to start interacting with Dick against his will. The broody loner wanting nothing to do with the cheery kid, played to “golly gee gosh” perfection by Michael Cera, until he sees the utility of him. Batman doesn’t even have the idea to give Robin a costume or codename because he clearly views the sidekick’s presence as a temporary measure for breaking into Superman’s fortress, made clear by how he lists “expendable” as a quality Dick needs if he wants to go on a mission.

This makes Robin the catalyst for Batman’s shifting perspective throughout Lego Batman. When Robin succeeds in his first mission, the Dark Knight is hesitant to truly compliment him and chalks up his ward’s feats to “unbelievable obeying.” Other moments have Robin’s presence poke holes in Batman’s tough guy demeanor, like the first time Batman and Robin ride in the Bat-mobile together, Robin asks where the seatbelts are and Batman growls “Life doesn’t give you seatbelts!”, only for Batman to make a sudden stop causing Robin to hit his head on the windshield and Batman genuinely apologizes. They share more genuine moments together as the film goes, like Batman suggesting they beatbox together to keeps their spirits up after they’ve been imprisoned for breaking into Arkham Asylum. Robin’s representative of Batman gradually letting people in throughout these moments.

On the exact opposite end of the spectrum, B@man needs zero extra prompting to let Robin into his life. Nick Lang’s Robin (henceforth called “Rob!n” to keep with this arbitrary naming scheme I’ve concocted) does get brought into his life by Alfred thanks to a personal ad (“‘Dog for sale’? No… ‘Orphan for sale’! Even better!”) but it’s a short path to B@man deciding to let Dick fight alongside him. The briefest hesitance on the hero’s part, “To be Batman… is to be alone”, is quelled by Rob!n saying “We could be alone… together.” Their first scene together quickly establishing the absurd sincerity exemplified by this incarnation of the Dynamic Duo. An energy carried directly into the Act 1 closing number, “The Dynamic Duet”, a joyful ode between the heroes about how they’re “Long lost brothers who found each other” sung as they beat up supervillains (and the occasional random civilian.)

That song also ties into the contrast between the Batman/Robin dynamic and the B@man/Rob!n one. While Holy Musical is portraying a brotherly/BFF bond between the two heroes, Lego Batman leans into the surrogate son angle. While both are mainly about their stories’ Batman being able to connect with others, the son angle of Lego Batman adds an additional layer of “Batman needs to take responsibility for himself and others” and a parallel to Alfred as Batman’s own surrogate father. It also adds to the queer-coding of Batman in Lego Batman as Batman’s excuse to Robin for why he can go on missions is that Bruce and he are sharing custody, Robin even calling Batman’s dual identities “dads” before he knows the truth.

In the absence of the accepting personal responsibility through fatherhood element, the conflict Rob!n brings out in Holy Musical forms between B@man and the citizens of Gotham. “Citizens as stand-ins for fandom” is at it’s clearest here as the Act 2 opener is called “Robin Sucks!” featuring the citizens singing about how… well, you read the title. Their objections to Rob!n’s existence has nothing to do with what the young hero has done or failed to do, but come from arguments purely about the aesthetic of Rob!n fighting alongside B@man. Most blatantly shown by one of the citizens wearing a Heath Ledger Joker t-shirt saying Rob!n’s presence “ruins the gritty realism of a man who fights crime dressed as a bat.” It works as the Act 2 opener by establishing that B@man and the citizens conflicting opinions on his sidekick end up driving that half of the story, exemplified in B@man’s complete confusion about why people hate Rob!n (“Robin ruined Batman? But that’s not true… Robin make Batman happy.”)

Both Robins play into the internal conflict their respective mentors are going through, but what would a superhero story, even a parody, be without some colorful characters to provide that sweet external conflict.

Going Rogue

Both works have the threat comes from an army of villains assembled under a ringleader, Zach Galifianakis’s Joker in Lego Batman and Jeff Blim as Sweet Tooth in Holy Musical. Both lead the full ensemble of Batman’s classic (and not so classic) Rogues at different points. As mentioned before Joker starts Lego Batman with “assemble the Rogues, blow up Gotham” as his plan, while Sweet Tooth with his candy prop comedy becoming the ringleader of Gotham’s villains is a key turning point in Act 1 of the play. Part of this comes down to how their connections to their respective heroes and environments are framed, Sweet Tooth as a new player on the scene and Joker as Batman’s romantic foil.

Lego Batman demonstrates Batman and Joker are on “finishing each other’s sentences” levels of intimate that Batman refuses to acknowledge. Shown best in how Joker’s plan only works because he can predict exactly how Batman will act once he starts playing hard to get. When he surrenders the entire Rogues Gallery (without telling them) and himself to police custody, he describes it as him being “off the market.” He knows Batman won’t settle for things ending on these terms and tricks the hero into stealing Superman’s Phantom Zone projector so he can recruit a new, better team of villains for a take two of his masterplan from the start. Going through all this trouble to get Batman to say those three magic words; “I love hate you.” Joker as the significant other wanting his partner to finally reciprocate his feelings and commit works both as a play on how the Batman/Joker relationship often gets approached and an extension of the central theme. Batman is so closed off to interpersonal connections he can’t even properly hate his villains.

Sweet Tooth, while clearly being a riff Heath Ledger and Caesar Romero’s Jokers fused with a dash of Willy Wonka, doesn’t have that kind of connection with B@man. Though there are hints that B@man and his recently deceased Joker may have had one on that level. He laments “[Joker]’s in heaven with mom and dad. Making them laugh, I know it!” when recalling how the Clown Prince of Crime was the one person he enjoyed being around. This makes Joker’s death one of the key triggers to B@man reflecting on his solitude at the start of the play.

What Sweet Tooth provides the story is a threat to B@man’s new bond with Rob!n. Disrupting that connection forms the delicious center of the Candy King of Crime’s plan in Act 2. He holds Rob!n and Gotham’s people hostage and asks the citizens to decide via Facebook poll if the sidekick lives or dies (in reference to the infamous phone hotline vote from the comic book story A Death in the Family where readers could decide the Jason Todd Robin’s fate.)

With the rest of the villains under the leadership of the respective works’ main antagonists, there’s commentary on their perceived quality as threats. When Holy Musical has Superman talking to Green Lantern about how much B@man’s popularity frustrates him, he comes down especially hard on the Caped Crusader’s villains. Talking about how they all coast by on simple gimmicks with especially harsh attention given to Two Face’s being “the number two.” Saying they’re only famous because B@man screws up and they get to do more damage. Which he compares to his own relationship with his villains:

Superman: You ever heard of Mr. Mxyzptlk? Green Lantern: No. Superman: No, that’s right! That’s because I do my job!

Lego Batman has commentary on the other villains come from Joker, recognizing that even all together they can never beat Batman, because that’s how a Batman story goes. The other villains get portrayed as generally buffoonish, struggling to even build a couch together and described by Joker as “losers dressed in cosplay.” Tricking Batman into sending him to the Phantom Zone provides him the opportunity to gather villains from outside Batman’s mythos and outside DC Comics in general. Recruiting the likes of Sauron, King Kong, Daleks, Agent Smith from The Matrix, and the Wicked Witch of the West, among others. When I first saw and reviewed The Lego Batman Movie, this bugged me because it felt like a missed opportunity to feature lesser-known villains from other DC heroes’ Rogues Galleries. Now, considering the whole movie as meta-commentary on the status of this Batman as a children’s toy, it makes perfect sense that Joker would need to go outside of comics to break the rules of a typical Batman story and have a shot at winning.

The Rogues of Holy Musical get slightly more of a chance to shine, if only because their song “Rogues are We” is one of the catchier tracks from the play. They’re all still more cameo than character when all’s said and done, but Sweet Tooth entering the picture is about him recognizing their potential to operate as a unit, takeover Gotham, and kill B@man. The candy-pun flinging villain wants all of them together, no matter their perceived quality.

Sweet Tooth: “We need every villain in Gotham. Cool themes, lame themes, themes that don’t match their powers, even the villains that take their names from public domain stories.” (Two Face’s “broke ass” still being the exception.)

Both Joker and Sweet Tooth provide extensions of the shared theme of Batman dealing with the new connections in his life, especially with regards to Robin. However, Robin isn’t the only other ally (or potential ally) these Dark Knights have on their side.

Super Friends(?)

The internal crisis of these Caped Crusaders come as much from how they react to other heroic figures as it does from supervillainous machinations. In both cases how Batman views and is viewed by fellow heroes gets centered on a specific figure, Superman in Holy Musical and Commissioner Barbara Gordon (later Batgirl) in Lego Batman. Each serves a vastly different purpose in the larger picture of their stories and relationship to their respective Batmen. Superman reflecting B@man’s loneliness and Barbara symbolizing a new path forward for Batman’s hero work.

Superman’s role in Holy Musical runs more parallel to Lego Batman’s Joker than Barbara. Brian Holden’s performance as the Man of Tomorrow plays into a projected confidence covering anxiety that nobody likes him. Besting the Bat-plane in a race during B@man’s Key to the City ceremony establishes a one upmanship between the two heroes, like Joker’s description of his relationship with Batman at the end of Lego Batman’s opening battle. Though instead of that romantically coded relationship from Lego Batman, this relationship is more connected to childish jealousy. (But if you do want to read the former into Holy Musical B@man, neither hero has an onstage relationship with any woman and part of their eventual fight consist of spanking each other.)

B@man and Superman’s first real interaction is arguing over who’s the cooler hero until it degrades into yelling “Fuck you!” at each other. B@man storming off in the aftermath of that gets topped off by Superman suggesting he should get the Key to the City instead, citing his strength and longer tenure as a hero (“The first hero, by the way”) as justifications. This only results in the Gotham citizens turning on him for suggesting their city’s hero is anything less than the best, which serves both as a Sam Raimi Spider-Man reference (“You mess with one of us! You mess with all of us!”) and another example of the citizens as stand-ins for fandom. Superman’s veil of cocksureness comes off quickly after that and stays off for the rest of the play. Starting with his conversation with Green Lantern where a civilian comes across them, but barely acts like Superman’s there.

One of the play’s running gags is Superman calling B@man’s number and leaving messages, showing a desperation to reach out and connect with his fellow hero despite initial smugness. Even before the first phone call scene, we see Superman joining B@man to sing “I want to be somebody’s buddy” during “Dark, Sad, Lonely Knight” hinting at what’s to come. The note it consistently comes back to is that Superman’s jealousy stems from Batman’s popularity over him. This is a complete flip of what Lego Batman does with the glimpse at a Batman/Superman dynamic we see when Batman goes to the Superman’s fortress to steal the Phantom Zone projector. The rivalry dynamic there exists solely in Batman’s head, Lego-Superman quickly saying “I would crush you” when Batman suggests the idea of them fighting. Superman’s status among the other DC heroes is also night and day between these works. Where Lego-Superman’s only scene in the movie shows him hosting the Justice League Anniversary Party and explaining he “forgot” to invite Batman, Superman in Holy Musical consistently lies about having friends over (“All night long I’m busy partying with my friends at the Fortress… of Solitude.”)

Superman’s relationship to B@man in Holy Musical develops into larger antagonism thanks to lack of communication with B@man brushing off Supes’ invitations to hang out and fight bad guys (“Where were you for the Solomon Grundy thing? Ended up smaller than I thought, just a couple of cool guys. Me and… Solomon Grundy.”) His own loneliness gets put into stronger focus when he sees the news of Rob!n’s debut as a crimefighter, which makes him reflect on how he misses having Krypto the Super-Dog around. (The explanation for why he doesn’t have his dog anymore is one of my favorite jokes in the play and I won’t ruin it here.)

Where Superman’s a reflection of B@man’s loneliness, Rosario Dawson as Barbara in Lego Batman is a confrontation of Batman’s go it alone attitude. Her job in the story is to be the one poking holes in the foundation of Batman as an idea, starting with her speech at Jim Gordon’s retirement banquet and her instatement as commissioner. She has a by-the-book outlook on crimefighting with the omnicompetence to back it up, thanks to her training at “Harvard for Police.” Babs sees Batman’s current way of operating as ineffectual and wants him to be an official agent of the law. An idea that dumps a bucket of cold water on Batman’s crush he developed immediately upon seeing her, though that never fully goes away.

Her main point is that Batman “karate chopping poor people” hasn’t made Gotham better in his 80 years of operating. A contrast to Holy Musical’s Jim Gordon announcing that B@man has brought Gotham’s crime rates to an all-time low (“Still the highest in the world, but we’re working on it.”) She wants to see a Batman willing to work with other people. A hope dashed constantly dealing with his childish stubbornness as he tries to foil Joker’s schemes on his own, culminating in her arresting Batman and Robin for breaking into Arkham to send Joker to the Phantom Zone.

Barbara’s role as the one bringing grown-up attitudes and reality into Batman’s world does leave her in the role of comedic straight woman. Humor in her scenes comes from how she reacts to everyone else’s absurdity rather than anything she does to be funny. This works for the role she plays in Lego Batman, since she’s not there to have an arc the way Superman does in Holy Musical. She’s another catalyst for Batman’s to start letting people in as another character he grows to care about. Which starts after she lets the Dynamic Duo out of prison to fight Joker’s new army of Phantom Zone villains on the condition that he plays it by her rules. Leading to a stronger bond between Batman, Robin, Alfred, and her as they start working together.

The two Batmen’s relationships to other heroes, their villains, Robin, and their own solitude each culminate in their own way as their stories reach their conclusions.

Dark Knights & Dawning Realizations

As everything comes down to the final showdowns in these Bat-parodies, the two Caped Crusaders each confront their failures to be there for others and allow themselves to be vulnerable to someone they’ve been antagonizing throughout the story. Each climax has all of Gotham threatened by a bomb and the main villains’ plans coming to fruition only to come undone.

Holy Musical has Sweet Tooth’s kidnapping of Rob!n and forcing Gotham to choose themselves or the sidekick they hate sends B@man into his most exaggerated state in the entire play. It’s the classic superhero movie climax conundrum, duty as a hero versus personal attachment. Alfred, having revealed himself as the “other butlers”, even lampshades how these stories usually go only for that possibility to get shot down by Bruce:

Alfred: A true hero, Master Wayne, finds a way to choose both. B@man: You’re right, Alfred. I know what I have to do… Fuck Gotham, I’m saving Robin!

B@man’s selfishness effectively makes him the real villain of Holy Musical’s second act. Lego Batman has shades of that aspect as well, where Batman gets sent to the Phantom Zone by Joker for his repeated refusal to acknowledge their relationship. Where the AI running the interdimensional prison, Phyllis voiced by Ellie Kemper, confronts him with the way he’s treated Robin, Alfred, Barbara, and even Joker:

Phyllis: You’re not a traditional bad guy, but you’re not exactly a good guy either. You even abandoned your friends. Batman: No! I was trying to protect them! Phyllis: By pushing them away? Batman: Well… yeah. Phyllis: Are they really the ones you’re protecting?

Batman watches what’s happening back in Gotham and sees Robin emulate his grim and gritty tendencies to save the day in his absence makes him desperately scream, “Don’t do what I would do!” It’s the universe rubbing what a jerk he’s been in his face. He’s forced to take a look at himself and make a change. B@man’s not made to do that kind of self-reflection until after he’s defeated Sweet Tooth but failed to stop the villain’s bomb. He’s ready to give up on Gotham forever and leave with Rob!n, until his sidekick pulls up Sweet Tooth’s poll and it shows the unanimous result in favor of saving the Boy Wonder. Despite everything they said at the start of Act 2, the people want to help their hero in return for all the times he helped them. All of them calling back to the Raimi Spider-Man reference from Act 1, “You mess with one of us. You mess with all of us.”

Both heroes’ chance at redemption and self-improvement comes from opening themselves up to the people they pushed out and dismissed earlier in their stories. Batman takes on the role he reduced the Commissioner down to at the beginning of the movie and flips on signals for Barbara, Alfred, and Robin to show how he’s truly prepared to work as a team, not just with his friends and family but with the villains of Gotham the Joker pushed aside as well. Teamwork makes the dream work and they’re all able to work together to get Joker’s army back into the Phantom Zone but like in Holy Musical they fail to stop the bomb threatening Gotham. Which he can only prevent from destroying the city by confessing his true feeling to Joker

Batman: If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have learned how connected I am with all of these people and you. So, if you help me save Gotham, you’ll help me save us. Joker: You just said “us?” Batman: Yeah, Batman and the Joker. So, what do you say? Joker: You had me at “shut up!”

The equivalent moment from Holy Musical comes from B@man needing to put aside his pride and encourage a disheartened Superman to save Gotham for him. This happens in the aftermath of a fight the two heroes had where Superman tried to stop B@man before he faced Sweet Tooth, B@man winning out through use of kryptonite. That fight doesn’t fit into any direct parallel with Lego Batman, but it is important context for how Superman’s feeling about B@man before Superman finally gets his long-awaited phone call from the Dark Knight. Also, the song accompanying the fight, “To Be a Man”, is one of the funniest scenes in the play. What this speech from B@man does is bring the idea of Holy Musical B@man as a commentary on fandom full circle:

B@man: I forgot what it means to be a superhero. But we’re really not that different, you and me, at our heart. I mean really all superheroes are pretty much the same… Something bad happened to us once when we were young, so we dedicated our whole lives to doing a little bit of good. That’s why we got into this crazy superhero business. Not to be the most popular, or even the most powerful. Because if that were the case, hell, you’d have the rest of us put out of a job!

This speech extends into an exchange between the heroes about how superheroes are cool, not despite anything superficially silly but because of it. Bringing it back to the “Robin Sucks!” theme that started Act 2, saying “Some people think Robin is stupid. But those people are pretentious douchebags. Because, literally, the only difference between Robin and me is our costumes.” The speech culminates in what I genuinely think is one of the best Batman lines ever written, as B@man’s final plea to Superman is “Where’s that man who’s faster than a gun?” calling back to the trauma that created Batman across all versions and what he can see in someone like Superman. So, B@man sacrificing his pride and fully trusting in another hero saves Gotham, the way Batman letting Joker know what their relationship means to him did in Lego Batman.

Each of these parodies ends by delivering a Batman willing to open himself up to a new team of heroes fighting at his side, the newly minted Bat-Family in Lego Batman and the league for justice known as the Super Friends in Holy Musical. Putting them side by side like this shows how creators don’t need the resources of a Hollywood studio to make something exactly as meaningful and how the best parodies come from love of the material no matter who’s behind them.

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Love is a Polaroid

Summary: Tom posts the first picture of you on Instagram.

Pairing: Tom Holland x female reader

Warnings: None

“What about...” Tom scrolled through his phone as you sat sideways in his lap, your legs over the couch and your back against the arm. “This one?”

“I look terrible,” you groaned. It was a picture of you and Tom, your noses scrunched up as you laughed at something he said. Tom rolled his eyes, kissing you right at the end of your eyebrow.

“You look gorgeous, princess. What about this one then?” He scrolled to another one, of the two of you together on a golf course. You were being his caddy girl, something he’d teased you about for days after he saw that you had bought a short skirt for it. You shook your head at that one too and grabbed his phone, scrolling through pictures of the two of you. You’d finally told him you were ready to go public, mostly because you were getting so sick of people trying to figure out who you were at the same time that they assumed Tom was with Zendaya or one of his PA’s that he’d been seen at a restaurant with.

You knew there was going to be some kind of feedback, good and bad. You’d set your Instagram to private already, just knowing how many people would try to follow you and DM you. Tom had contacted Disney to put you through media training a month or so ago and his agents had given you the all clear. You were just nervous. You wanted the world to know that you were with Tom because he was funny and brilliant and talented beyond belief. But you were also terrified. You were only nineteen, so a good bit younger than Tom. You had been Paddy’s best friend for years, but Tom hadn’t even thought about making a move on you until you were nineteen. And then things had just gotten very serious very quickly. You moved in with him only after a few months, mostly because he needed someone to take care of the house and the dog while he was gone.

The bottom line was that you loved Tom and you knew he loved you. You were certain of that more than your own name some days. But you were nervous, and you had to have the perfect picture. The perfect one to tell the entire world that you loved him.

“Okay, this one isn’t the worst,” you said finally. It was actually a really, really cute picture of the two of you. You were at a party, Tom behind you with his arms around your neck. He was smiling at the camera as he kissed your cheek and you were smiling, too. You remembered feeling on top of the world that night because it was the night Tom had told you he loved you for the first time - he’d told you he loved you when he thought you were asleep. And then he’d snuck out of your parents’ window even though you had told him a million times that he could just go out the front door. It was a polaroid-style picture, put through several filters to get the right look to it. You loved editing photos.

“I look like a div.”

“You are a div,” you giggled.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that.” He started tickling your stomach until you dropped the phone on his knuckle and he finally quit, just pulling you into a hug.

“Let’s caption it,” he said. “I’m trying to think.”

“I don’t know, it’s your Instagram,” you shrugged.

“How about...” Tom bit down on his lip as he typed. He turned the phone to you a few seconds later. Love is a Polaroid it said. You looked over at him, finally nodding. He hit the post button and took your phone from where it was in the pocket of your sweatshirt. He put his phone on top of it, then put them down on the coffee table.

“Why?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Because. I always stop looking after I post something. It’s better just not to look unless it’s someone you know commenting.” You looked down at where one of his hands was playing with your watch, absentmindedly changing the face of it by scrolling through the gallery.

“What if people...”

“What if people what? All that matters is that I love you, okay? Not what anyone else thinks.” You nodded and he kissed the center of your forehead, dropping the topic as you started another episode of New Girl. A few minutes later he took a call from his agent and made sure to take your phone with him. But he didn’t take your phone when he went to take a shower a couple of hours later.

You eyed your phone as you cooked dinner, seeing it light up every few seconds with another Instagram notification. The shower had just started, just as you were done with the instant pot, so you walked over to the table and grabbed your phone. You were too busy looking at Instagram to realize that the shower water had stopped. And when you did look, you wished you hadn’t. Most of the comments were saying aww or they’re so cute! or i ship it!! But some of them didn’t say that at all.

wtfffff she’s literally like twelve

isn’t that illegal????

do better, thomas 😂

she’s not it 🤡

cradle robber

it’s bad enough that it’s borderline illegal but she’s not even cute...

yeah, love is a strong word

You scrolled through the seat of comments, each one worse than the last. Most of them were positive. But the negative ones made the tears come to your eyes and before you knew it, you were hunched over on the couch, crying your eyes out. You were getting snot on Tom’s favorite pink hoodie, one he barely ever let you borrow even though he always said anything for my princess. You were sitting on Tom’s couch, wondering if you should leave. Wondering if you should go up and steal his phone and take the picture down, even though the damage had already been done.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked as he walked down the stairs just wearing a pair of boxers. His hair was soaking wet. He’d heard you crying. His eyes were wide in alarm, thinking something else was wrong.

“I know you said not to, but...” you mumbled through a sniffle. He sat down beside you and grabbed the phone, shaking his head.

“Babe, they’re just...”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“No, don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.” He shut your phone off and tossed it onto the other side of the couch. “Don’t ever say that. I love you. I love you so much, you know that.”

“But they think...”

“They think. They don’t know. Nobody knows anything except for you and me.” He put his fingers in your hair and pulled your face to his shoulder, deciding that maybe it was just best to let you cry until you were calm. There was no sense in trying to talk to you if you were all worked up. He just let you cry, holding your head to his neck. Your mascara rubbed off on the hood of his sweatshirt, but he didn’t care. It would wash out. He made sure your eyes were closed as he looked through the post, sighing. He responded to some of the good ones, but he knew removing that bad ones were useless. They'd just come back.

“You know people are always gonna be mean like that,” he said a few minutes after you’d seemed to calm down. “And the worst part about it is that I can’t protect you from it. But what I can protect you from is thinking that about yourself. You don’t think that, right?”

“I don’t know what I think. I just know I love you but...”

“The rest of the world thinks they own me, but they don’t. You do, okay? None of this is going to change my mind or make me think differently of you, because it’s not you. Okay?”

“Okay,” you finally said back. He smiled at you.

“You look so pretty in that picture, princess.” You couldn’t help but smile back, leaning into him as he gave you a quick kiss. “And I’m glad the rest of the world knows you’re mine, ‘cause I don’t want to think you could ever be anyone else’s.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x female reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine

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allegra-writes · 5 years ago

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"Cherry"

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Dom!Peter, jealous, Possesive!Peter, rough sex.

Weeks after the island, Peter finally sees you again. But you aren't alone...

Part of the "Fine Line" series but you don't need to have read that first.

Series Masterlist

Peter couldn't breath. His clothes felt stiff and restrictive, the bowtie, suffocating. This was a bad, bad idea. He wasn't cut for this. He was just a Parker, not a Stark, he had spent most his life trying to be invisible, not even getting superpowers had changed that. He had never wanted to stand out. He didn't want to be seen, to be recognized.

Even Quentin Beck had realized that. That's why he had done what he had, because he knew it would be the best way to ruin Peter's life. It had been almost a month since his return from Eroda, since Pepper and Fury had managed to clear his name and expose Quentin Beck as the fraud he was, trying to frame Peter for his murder with an adulterated video out of jealousy and envy. The greedy, insane employee gone mad after being overlooked in favor of the young intern, chosen by Tony Stark himself to be his successor. Spider-Man had just been doing his job as Peter's bodyguard when the incident at the bridge happened.

That was the official story, and the press had bought it with gusto, plastering the wide eyed boy's face on every cover, every paper, every magazine, every news site. A few weeks later, he was pretty much America's new sweetheart. Everybody knew his name. Everybody knew his face. His anonymity was gone.

Quentin Beck had won.

And now, there he was, being blinded by flashing lights, walking the red carpet of his first gala as the official heir of Stark Industries… two seconds away from throwing up.

"Breathe, Peter" Pepper whispered to him, voice calm and reassuring, "Just focus on a point above their heads, and keep your head high"

She took a step forward and Peter couldn't help but stare: she looked like a queen in her white gown, complete with cape and everything. She was an elegant woman but it wasn't just about her beauty, it was about the power, the authority she commanded, every eye in that red carpet had no choice but to focus on her.

Tony had been like that too, albeit in a different way: charismatic and bigger than life. Peter wondered how anybody could look at him, awkward and pasty, and think he was related to the man. Because he knew what people were saying...

"Parker, how are you holding up, mate?" A tall, blond boy patted his back, pulling him out of his thoughts. Harry Osborn, the only person there to introduce himself to Peter and actually take the time to try and make him feel comfortable. At first Peter had thought it had something to do with his family being the one hosting the gala but the youngest Osborn wasn't exactly famous for his good manners or decorum.

"I think I'm about to have a panic attack" more like sensory overload, but Peter wasn't sure how could he explain something like that to his new friend.

"Well, you are not hungover and puking on the photographers" The blond flashed him a brilliant smile, "so you're already doing better than me on my first red carpet"

Peter couldn't help the burst of laughter, but far from offended, Harry's grin turned even brighter. The flashes went wild.

"There you go, that should make for better photographs than the deer-in-the-headlights look you were sporting"

Peter offered him a grateful smile,

"Thanks dude, really"

"Don't mention it" Harry shook his head, "You're actually doing me a favor, letting me hang out with you. You're saving me from looking all lonely and pathetic in front of these vultures, since apparently I have been stood up..."

Peter stared at the blond in surprise. With those sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes, it was hard to believe any girl could resist him. He suddenly felt a lot less bad about showing up dateless.

"Alright, we've spent about fifteen minutes out here, we can go in now" Harry instructed, already a pro at this kind of event, gesturing for Peter to follow.

He noticed the whispers as they walked into the massive lobby together, Oscorp and Stark Industries were rivals, just as Norman Osborn and Tony Stark used to be. His mentor used to find the other billionaire shady and his experiments, unethical. Even now, Pepper's and Norman's relationship was strained, at best, so seeing both heirs so friendly with each other was a little shocking. But if Harry didn't care about that, neither would Peter. Whatever sins the father had committed, he wasn't going to hold them against the son. That wasn't Peter's style.

"So, what do you think of your first gala, so far?" Harry sauntered in front of him, stealing two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and handling one to Peter.

"Oh, I- I don't drink, thank you"

"Good, that's a wise choice, don't change it" Harry praised, taking the glass back and downing that one too. Peter shook his head.

"I like it," He replied, looking around at the huge salon decked in lavished green and silver banners, the tables gilded with intricate floral arrangements, the huge shiny dance floor in the middle. "Stark Industries' is having one for Christmas, but it's going to be held at a hotel…"

Harry made a face,

"Yeah, that would be the norm, actually. But my father wanted to have it here this year, to prove the facilities are safe, you know?"

Peter thought back to that fatidical field trip all those years ago, to this very same building, when he was bitten by a stray radioactive spider that had escaped one of the labs. He hummed noncommittally. He seriously hoped mister Osborn was right, for the good of everyone attending the party, Harry included. Because truth was he really liked his new friend, he made everything easier just by offering Peter his company, by giving him someone his age to talk too, amongst all those old, stuck up gazillionaires that stared at him with curiosity at best, and open contempt at worst.

But of course all good things had to come to an end, such was the Parker luck. Harry took his vibrating cell phone out of his pocket.

"Would you look at that! It seems my date has finally arrived" He announced, eyes glued to the screen, smitten smile on his face, "One would think an influencer would jump at the chance of being photographed by the press at a red carpet… But not her, of course. No, she arrives an hour late… I'll go find her, be right back, Parker"

That was when he saw you. Entering the ballroom, a siren in your long golden dress, scanning the crowd. You looked stunning, hair longer, lighter, done in elegant waves cascading down your back. Your smile was dazzling as you found what you were looking for, and Peter didn't see his new friend make his way to you, entranced as he was by your mere presence.

Until he reached your side, and kissed your lips.

Harry Osborn offered you his arm, and you took it graciously, and he walked you through the room, proud swag on his steps as he introduced you to practically everyone in the party, Peter's heart breaking a little more with every step you took towards him.

He hadn't heard from you since the island, and now he knew why: You had already found someone new. Someone better, more handsome, and classier than Peter. Than the awkward boy you had been sent to protect.

Because underneath the Stark's money and his spider powers, that was all Peter was: some orphan kid from Queens who didn't belong. Harry could take you on dates to fancy restaurants without mispronouncing the names of the dishes, he could take you walking around his mother's art gallery in the upper east. He, with his aristocratic features, his british boarding school accent, his old family money, was a much better fit for a princess like you. You wanting Peter had never made much sense anyway.

And you looked good on Harry's arm, better than ever, actually. You looked happy. Peter hated it, and he hated himself for it.

"Parker! I want you to meet my date, Sixtine Boucher, influencer, it girl, philanthropist..." Harry was saying, suddenly in front of him, but Peter wasn't listening. You were there, close enough to touch, in the flesh. He could hear your heartbeat, smell you, sunshine and sweetness under the chemical tang of your expensive perfume for the first time after so long and it was almost overwhelming.

"S-Sixteen?"

"Sixtine" You corrected him, sighing as if it was something you did all the time and you were tired of it, "Bonsoir, Peter."

You sounded… funny.

"You know each other?" Harry's voice asked, politely curious.

"We met during vacation, at the…" You trailed off, eyes meeting Peter in a silent request to play along, disguised as a struggle to find the right words, “... Comment dis-tu ‘plage’ en anglais?”

"Beach" Provided Peter, his brain catching up at last "Yeah, at the beach… when I was on vacation… a-at the french riviera"

"What a small world!" Harry chuckled but it sounded nervous, uncertain. No doubt he could feel the tension between the two of you, growing with every passing second. Along with Peter's understanding. The hair, the dress, the french accent? It was a costume, you were a spy after all. You weren't there for leisure, you were there for work. This was a mission. Harry was your target, or maybe your cover. Whatever it was, it wasn't you. It wasn't real.

But then again, had Peter really met the real you? After all, not that long ago he had been your mission too…

When the next waiter passed in front of him, Peter stopped him. It probably would no nothing to his spider metabolism, but alcohol was looking more and more like a good idea. He had a feeling he was going to need all the help possible to get through the night. Harry arched a brow but luckily didn't comment, as he was beginning to get a clearer idea about how you and the brown eyed boy knew each other.

A glint on your cleavage caught Peter's eyes and he frowned. There, hanging from a long gold chain, nested between your breasts and almost completely hidden by the, admittedly low cut, neckline of your dress, rested a familiar crystal sunflower. The cheap jewel didn't match your cover, or your outfit, the only reason why you could be wearing it, was him.

He nodded, almost imperceptibly, letting you know he understood, and you let out the breath you were holding.

But awareness didn't make watching you, plastered to Harry's side all night any easier. It didn't stop him from seeing red every time you called Harry "baby", the endearment close enough to the "baby boy" you used for Peter to feel like a betrayal. It definitely didn't save the glass of wine he was holding from shattering under his grip as he saw you sneak outside of the room with him in the middle of dinner.

"Peter! Are you alright?" Pepper fussed over his hand, looking for cuts, and motioning to a waiter to help clean the shards of glass from the table.

"Yeah" He murmured, distractedly, eyes never leaving the doorway you had disappeared through, "I-I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me"

He didn't even wait for Mrs. Stark's reply as he got up from the table, giving chase to you and your date through corridors and elevators, following your giggles and the faint trace of your perfume. His persecution led him to the upmost floor of the building, where a single mahogany awaited him, but the fingertip scanner on the lock told him he wasn't going to be able to open it.

He cursed, barely catching himself from making a dent on the wall with a punch. You were doing your job, that was all, he repeated, like a mantra. Whatever was happening behind that door meant nothing. You were wearing his sunflower, that had to mean something, it had to.

After a few minutes, that felt like hours to him, the door opened.

"Peter! Shit, I was hoping you would be smarter than to follow me!" You hissed, as he pushed you back, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him.

"Where is Harry?"

"Knocked out in the bathroom" You pointed at a door by the side. Peter took a look around the room, by far the biggest, most luxurious office he had ever seen in his entire life. And he had been inside Pepper's so that was saying something. The view of the Manhattan skyline through the floor to ceiling window was nothing short of breath taking. "I just needed him to get in here"

"Right. Of course. I knew that"

You squinted in suspicion at his flat tone,

"Pete, are you… jealous?" You smirked, amused. But Peter wasn't in the mood for your teasing, his patience finally reaching its limit.

He was on you in a heartbeat, pushing you back against the wall, caging you with his body. There was a dangerous, possessive spark in his eyes that you had never seen before. One that promised trouble for you.

"So what if I am?" He challenged, bracing himself on one hand on the wall next to your head, the other one slipping through the high slit on the skirt of your dress, fingertips digging on the sensitive skin at the inside of your thighs, "So what if every time I saw him put his hands on you tonight, I wanted to break his fingers? What if every time he kissed you, I felt like dying?"

The pain was evident in his voice, breaking your heart a little. But this was you, you were a special agent, this was what you did. Peter had said he wanted you, wanted to get to know the real you. Well, this was it.

"I'm not going to apologise for doing my job…"

"I'm not asking you to" He interrupted

"Then what are you asking of me?"

Peter pinned you with a long, considering look and you did your best not to squirm under its intensity.

"I'm not asking anymore, mon chérie " he finally spoke, "I'm taking"

He crushed his mouth, and his body, to yours, trapping you under his familiar weight and, for the first time since returning from the island, you felt home. He tasted like wine, and the cherries from dessert and heat. You had almost forgotten how his warmth felt like sunlight against your skin, until every starved pore opened to soak him up. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you moan. God, how you had missed him on your lips!

You must have said it out loud, because you felt his smile against your jaw as he broke the kiss to let you breathe.

"Did you, now?" He inquired, nuzzling down your neck, "Where else did you miss me, cherry?"

You felt his long, talented fingers find their goal, tugging your underwear to the side, slipping into you with no warning once he realized how ready you already were for him.

"Did you miss me here? Did you miss me inside you?"

There was a buzzing in your coms and the reality of what was about to happen, andwhere it was about to happen hit you like a bucket of cold water.

"Peter, wait, not here!" Peter ignored you, lips latching onto the spot just under your ear that Peter knew made you see stars. He couldn't wait, couldn't tear himself away from you, from your body. You were already breathing hard and he knew your halfhearted resistance wasn't going to last much longer. He speeded up the movement of his fingers inside you, tearing an involuntary cry out of your mouth. He was working you expertely, wave after wave of wetness bathing his hand, undeniable proof of your pleasure.

"Gonna leave so many pretty marks on you..." He promised, puncturing his words by biting down, hard, on the column of your neck, "Everybody's going to know who you really belong to..."

"Peter, please!" You sobbed, implored.

"Want me to stop baby girl? Really?"

You shook your head no. You didn't, you couldn't. Fuck the mission, fuck Oscorp, you only wanted to feel him. It had been too long, way too long. You took your coms out of your ear and smashed it under your hill. You'd deal with Hill later.

Peter slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, lowering his face to your exposed chest, all wet lips and hot tongue as you hurriedly undid his button and zipper, finally freeing his angry, hard member. You pumped him once, and he bit on your nipple with enough strength to draw a single, sweet drop of blood.

"Oh god… feels so good" Peter's words were muffled against your collar bone, as he stretched you, burying himself deep inside you, as far as he would go, "being one with you again…"

"I missed you" You confessed, "so much, baby boy!"

Peter leaned back, stormy eyes capturing yours, holding you hostage,

"Oh no, my cherry, after your little stunt calling Harry baby all night?" He tsked, "No, you don't get to call me that anymore… now, you're gonna call me 'daddy'"

With that, he started thrusting up into you roughly, hips almost cruel in their onslaught as they slammed into you, truly railing you against the wall, unyielding, unrelenting. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life, taking what he gave you like a good girl cause that was what Peter needed from you.

But god, did it feel good! His large thick cock, hard as vibranium, stretching you to your limits, a fit so tight you could feel every bump, every vein, as he hit all the secret spots inside you, tearing the pleasure out of you. Your orgasm was building fast, so fast it made you dizzy with the way all your blood rushed to your center. As your walls began to quiver around him, and you met Peter's fierce, furious face, you knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just the one. Oh, no, he was going to rip out at least one more orgasm from your ravished body before releasing you. Undoubtedly not before marking you from the inside with his own release, you had long ago learned Peter was animalistic like that, all higher reasoning disappearing when it came to making you his.

"Tell me you're mine" he breathed, demanding, against your cheek, hand sneaking between your bodies to tease your pearl, making you explode in sensation, and prolonging your climax, keeping you there where he wanted you, right on your peak until you were at the edge of sanity, your brain unable to process that much pleasure so suddenly and for so long.

You tried, but you couldn't remember how to form words, the only sound leaving your lips a delirious,

"Peter!"

"Say it, my cherry" he insisted, feeling his own release approach much quicker than he would like, but it just had been so long, and he had missed you so much and you just felt so fucking good "let me hear you say you're mine as I make you come again…"

"Yes!" You cried, finally finding your voice, "I'm yours, Peter… only yours!"

"Damn right… all mine… only mine…"

He was almost there, and judging from the way your muscles were tensing and locking around him again, Peter knew you were too. But something was going on outside, his super hearing catching the sound of the elevator doors, and footsteps on the hallway. Still, he couldn't stop. He was so close, so fucking close… He had to come, had to make you come, before they did. There were voices outside, one of them he even recognized, telling the others to stop, to listen. Peter sneaked an arm around your waist, getting you away from the wall, moving you up and down his cock at inhuman speed, and he finally felt you fall apart. He came with a final cry of triumph… right as the doorknob started to turn.

Faster than any human could, he ran behind the door, with you still in his arms, to buy himself a couple of seconds as he slipped out of you, fixing your dress so you were completely covered before even thinking about tucking himself back inside his pants.

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Norman Osborn's exasperated voice was the first thing your pleasure addled brain was able to process as you stood on shaky legs, Peter's frame still hiding you from view. He took of his suit jacket, helping you put your hands through the sleeves and fastening it close.

"Put down your weapons, you goons! High security breach?.. Horny teenagers are not a menace, I should know!" Norman was still yelling at his guards. Peter turned around to face the old man, and you muffled your histerical laugh against his sweaty back, breathing him in.

"S-sir… sorry, we-we we-were just" Peter babbled, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, save it, boy! I know exactly what you were doing, this whole place stinks of sex!"

You snorted and Norman finally seemed to notice who you were,

"I'm sorry, weren't you my son's date?"

You could only laugh harder.

"He passed out" provided Peter, as innocently as he managed, "in the bathroom"

"He's in the…" the billionaire's eyes widened, "Wait, you… you three were…"

"He really liked Peter" You announced, unhelpfully, fake accent restored.

"Ignore her, please" Peter sounded apologetic, not wanting the blonde boy that had so kindly offered his friendship to him to face unjust consequences for his own fuck up "Harry has nothing to do with this. My girlfriend was just trying to make me jealous. It worked. Harry's only mistake was to get drunk"

Norman rolled his blue eyes, so alike his son's,

"A common mistake for him. Trust me, boy, you don't need to make excuses for him… God knows I got tired of making them myself a long time ago." He sighed, gesturing to his guards to check on Harry inside the bathroom.

"Now, get out of here, both of you, so I can call the cleaning crew… not Tony's son my ass, this is the exact same shit your father used to pull at all my parties!"

Peter opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but you tugged on his arm, it was pointless to try and deny it, Osborn senior was never going to believe him.

Peter took your hand,

"Right. Of course… we'll be… going, then"

You chuckles at his cute, nervous babbling became a full on belly splitting laugh as you ran out of the office and locked yourselves inside the elevator.

"Oh my god, his face!" You clutched at your stomach, doubled over, "that was… the best alibi in history! They didn't even search me!!" You showed Peter the tiny pendrive with S.H.I.E.L.D's logo where you had copied all the information inside Norman Osborn's computer. Peter tilted his head in confusion,

"Six, where were you even keeping that?!" Osborn's security might ot have searched you, but his own had been… pretty thorough.

You merely winked,

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"

This time, it was Peter's turn of barking a laugh. He pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.

"Come on, let's find Happy and tell him to get the car. I want to get out of here…"

And he was taking you home with him.

To be continued...

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