#like we were skating down queen and one of them was like oh cool clothes in that shop

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @allthecreativeonesaretaken // @frostedgiant // @praellee // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Roses of Melrose

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader 

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader 

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Language, murder, death, mentions of gangs, gun violence, mercenaries, physical abuse, verbal abuse, parental neglect, drug use, underage drinking, mentions of knives, brief mentions of sex, blood, piercings. 

Word Count:  8.4k

Songs: Ultralight beam-Kanye, I love Kanye- Kanye, Good Kid-Kendrick Lamar, Sing about me I’m dying of thirst- Kendrick Lamar, Violent Crimes- Kanye, Apparently- J.Cole, Black Wave- K.Flay, Pretty Little Birds- SZA, Wouldn’t it be Nice- The Beach Boys. 

“  It was the way I fought back. It was my first ‘fuck you’ to everyone to everything. It was my best friend. It was my first love. So to you I’m just another girl with another basic rose tattoo but to me. To me? It’s the way I remember it’s the way I keep my friend with me. It’s the way I’d make sure I couldn’t forget the unforgettable”

A/N: Sorry it took so long to finish this school and home got in the way. Sorry If the grammar is off there was only one proof read. Hopefully you enjoy it. Sorry that there’s less Peter in this one. It’s more character building. 

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I had my suspicions about Peter being Spiderman, I mean it was kinda obvious he’s always leaving decathlon meetings according to MJ. They both have the same annoying ass optimism. No one is just that sure of anything. Like ever. Thanks to Liz I’d finally know. 

I entered the house having to maneuver past a couple of people standing in the hall past the front door. This party was tame compared to others I’d been to. Flash was DJ-ing he’s so annoying. Liz was cool though she was nice. 

I found MJ standing in the kitchen opening a pack of bread holding a jar of peanut butter. When I walked over and said 

“Only you would come to a party to just eat bread.”

She only replied with a short “Whatever loser,” 

“Hey, Peter Parker. Where’s your friend Spiderman?” Flash announced on the mic.

“Lemme guess with your imaginary girlfriend?”

Peter just stood there stunned 

“That’s not Spiderman that’s just Ned in a red shirt,” Okay that one would’ve been kinda funny if he didn’t add that annoying horn sound.  

“Shut the fuck up!” I said before smiling at Peter and walking off. I didn't do it for him, necessarily Flash was just annoying. Like I’ve never understood how someone with the grandpa name Eugene could talk so much shit. 

 I was making small talk with some random senior boy when I heard a high pitched squeal and excused myself to the bathroom. The sound only got louder and louder and louder. It was so painful it felt like Athena should’ve split my forehead and climbed her way out. My vision blurring together made me not able to grab onto anything as I lost balance. I wasn't going to cry, 

I wasn't. I couldn’t crying’s pathetic I wasn't going to cry. I could push through the pain. I’ve done it before, that's what I always do. Just when it got so intense I was sure I was gonna pass out it stopped. I did not pass out however I did throw up into the toilet. I looked in the mirror after washing my face off and for a second I could’ve sworn my eyes were glowing. Great now I’m going into a psychotic break why would my eyes be glowing. 

I just need some fresh air. Yeah that’s all. I sat there for a while letting my mind wander until I heard MJ’s voice from behind me. 

“So this is where you were? I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” She said as she sat down next to me. When I didn’t respond she turned facing me waving her hands my face 

“You good?” 

I looked up from picking at the grass. 

“I’m just tired MJ,” I mean I have every right to be tired there’s a whole fucking gang war going down where I live. Which makes no fucking sense why are people fighting over streets that no one actually owns. The weapons Vulture is selling make me good money, but they’re getting way too close to where my friends lived. I was snapped out of diving into all my problems by a purple cloud in the distance. Hearing the distant squeal slash siren hybrid. I felt my eyes widen. 

“What was that?” MJ asked. 

Fucking Vulture 

ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I told him to stay out of my neighborhood and he came to my friends. 

“I don’t know,” I said “Let’s just go back inside,”

As we were walking back to the backdoors I took one glance behind me, and there he was Spiderman heading towards the cloud

“Hey,” I called out walking closer to Ned, “Ned!”

He turned around 

“Who me?” He pointed to himself. 

“I mean I don’t see any other Neds around were,” I joked

“Oh, it’s you just usually don’t talk to me,” He pointed out. 

“Yeah sorry about that,” I said “Actually where’s Peter? I can’t seem to find him,” 

“Oh he uh,” he scratched the back of his neck “He had to go,” 

“Aw, how unfortunate,” I patted his shoulder “Well enjoy the party I have to go too,” So Ned knew Peter was Spiderman. 

“Can I get a ride?” I asked MJ to which she just said 

“You don’t have to ask,”

 “Just drop me off at the corner store by my house,”

It never felt awkward around MJ. Normally I had to be on high alert around everyone, but it’s never like that with her. This isn't an “honor” many people have but she’s one of the few I feel comfortable falling asleep around. I knew being in the car would make me feel sick so I drifted off. 

Shutting the door to the car we said our goodbyes and I headed into the gas station when Mr. William greeted me. I felt a warm feeling in my body. It was nice but short lived and replaced by an emptiness that humans like to call nostalgia. I missed feeling “home” I still lived here. I don’t know why It seems like I don't. I guess it was the fact I’d been giving more attention to Queens and Thorn lately. I know it’s not the projects anymore which I am immensely grateful for but it’s the same neighborhood. According to Briana, one of the like 3 friends I managed to keep I “never come around anymore” or “I’m too good for them”. 

I made my way to the bathroom and located the tile I kept my burner phone in. I used to keep it in a shoe box at home until my sister started going through the phase where she feels the need to borrow all my clothes. Stomping on the edge of the tile it flipped up and I grabbed the phone and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie. 

Getting a soda and some gummy worms before I left. I started to walk back to my apartment complex. I went up to sit on the roof of the building just eating my gummies looking. That was something I did a lot just look. When I was younger I couldn’t stand being alone in my own head, but the older I got the more I began to understand why old people would just sit out on their porch doing nothing but looking. 

When I checked my phone it was 12:47 and I decided it was time to go back in. First I sent out a message on the burner phone to what I hope to God was the right number. 

I headed back down to my room and spent the whole night tossing and turning. When I put on a podcast I slept much easier. I found that the environment I grew up in bred me to not be able to sleep probably without some sort of noise even if it’s just arguing. 

I woke up with my phone on my face and my bonnet halfway across the continent. I checked my phone fully expecting to be late but by some blessing I had at least two hours to get ready before I had to leave. The house was quiet like eerily quiet no TV on or anything. I went to wake up the drama queen, middle child, Aaliyah. When I say drama queen I mean both acting and just straight up being dramatic. And then there’s Sapphire who’s the physical embodiment of a Gemini. I flicked on the lights, revealing toys scattered all over Sapphire‘s side of the room. The only response I got was from Aaliyah who simply whined and pulled her blanket over her head. I picked up a pair of rolled up socks and tossed them at her to which she loudly exclaimed 

“Ow!” 

See what I mean by dramatic but thankfully for me, she woke up Sapphire meaning I didn’t have to step on sharp plastic trying to navigate her side. Not that I could judge her though I can’t remember the last time I had the motivation to clean my room. 

I was fully expecting my dad to be passed out on the couch when I walked into the living room but he wasn’t. He wasn’t in his room either. This was nothing out of the ordinary though, he’d probably be back tonight or tomorrow.

One of the perks of my dad being gone was I could use the bathroom in his room to shower and take as long as I want. Another perk of dad not being here is I can take his car today instead of my skateboard. My sisters don't go to a local school but it’s still way closer to our home then Midtown so they don’t have to go so far away. I,on the other hand, have to skate to the bus stop, get on the metro then get on a subway and skate the rest of the way to school. 

“Y’all wanna get something to eat?” I asked my sisters once we were in the car. 

“Wendys!” Sapphire interjected from the backseat 

“No one wants to eat Wendys,” Aaliyah turned around from the passenger to face her. “Get McDonald’s” she demanded, turning back to face me. 

“Oh so you don’t want Wendys but you can eat the plastic from McDonald's,” Sapphire asked accusingly. 

“Wendy's tastes like shit,” 

“You taste like shit,” 

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

I just giggled at the fact this is what they decided to argue about. 

“I’m just gonna get somethin’ from Mr. Washington, Since it’s the closest thing to us” was all I said before turning the radio up. 

I pulled into the parking lot. Looking at the buildings that look like they should be dead. With their bulletproof windows with anti robbery bars. It’s honestly depressing if you think about it for too long. But these places are nothing but living and bustling no matter what. Like the roses in the cracks of the sidewalk. I left the keys in the ignition once my sister confirmed they weren’t coming inside. 

“Hey Y/N,” Mr.Washington’s son said from the kitchen. I believe he’s 18 now?

“Hey,” I nodded my head at him walking towards his father to order. 

“Hey, Y/N how are you doing?”

“I’m good how are you?” 

“I’m good thanks for asking, you know you look more and more like your mom everyday,” he pointed out and I just smiled. “She was a great kid,” 

“Yeah…” I trailed off. 

“So the usual?” he asked and I nodded. 

I don’t know how but he remembered everyone’s usual orders and knows everyone’s names. 

Quick rule of thumb the best food comes in brown paper bags.

Once I was back in the car I had to make the conscious effort not to speed. MJ never goes anywhere when I drive because I “drive like I have nothing to live for” which personally I just think she’s dramatic. 

Honestly my sisters are so lucky they go to a local school. I mean yeah the education at Midtown is better than the local highschool, but it’s not like I even belong there. So basically I commute almost 40 minutes everyday to a school I’m not smart enough to go to.  

By the time lunch came around I had a terrible headache the smell of my food made me vomit. And no I’m not being dramatic I really had to stop by the bathroom and throw up. 

Now I didn’t really feel like walking all the way over to sit at my usual table so I just sat with the school stoners. Yes cliques are real and if this were a movie I’d be one of those clique surfers. Pretty much everyone is a clique surfer if we’re being honest. 

I don’t know why they get such a bad wrap stoners have got to be some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Like this one girl Jessica she gave me one of my first tattoos for free in freshman year when I met her. Since she noticed that I looked stressed, she offered to let me hit her cart. I didn’t even have to ask her 

Oh my god I’ll marry you were my exact thoughts at that moment. That I’d apparently voiced out loud because she responded with. 

“I’m down. When’s the wedding?” 

Her and two guys who were sitting at the table with us made their way to the boys bathroom with me. 

 After about 3 hits I could feel the life returning to my body as if the rain finally stopped crashing down and the rainbow entered the sky. I could've sworn I heard God say “I’ll never flood the earth again” 

“Do you think I’d look good with a nostril piercing?” I asked while examining my nose in the mirror. 

“Are you kidding me? You’d look hot as fuck,” Jessica added in. 

“You should pierce her nose, J” the guy who was standing closest to the door said. Zach I think. 

“Yeah I could do that, do you want me to?” She asked. 

I pondered it for a second before the boy who already looked off of cloud nine Tyler I believe his name was interjected with 

“She’s really good at it, she did my girlfriends,” 

You know what? Fuck it 

“Why the hell not,” I said

“Alright,” she said after clapping her hands and walking over to her backpack on the floor. She pulled out a lighter and an earring. She lit the earring to disinfect and I hopped up on the sink and she moved towards the right side of my body. Just as she was asking me where exactly I wanted it we all jumped at the sound of the door creaking open. 

Low and behold Peter Parker of all people walked in. 

“Uh I was just gonna...yeah,” He stammered out still standing by the door. He was still just staring at me. Now I’m not sure if it was because I was a girl in the boys bathroom, if I looked high, or if it was the fact I was about to pierce my nose in a dirty school bathroom but he was starting to make me feel awkward. 

“Can I help you?” I asked. 

“Oh,” he said as a blush raised up his cheeks “I’m just gonna,” he pointed to one of the stalls before scurrying into it. 

Jessica simply chuckled and called him cute.

By the time he came back out to wash his hands the earring was already pushed into my nostril with a slight pinch. Jessica told me that I’d have to clean the piercing everyday for a couple weeks, which is something I could manage. I hopped down the sink and asked 

“Do I look okay?” Referring to my eyes

“Yeah and me?” Jessica asked

“Yeah you’re good,” I reassured her. That was the last thing she needed to hear before her and the other two guys left the bathroom. 

As Peter was washing his hands I turned back around to look at my nose in the mirror. It was still a little red with irritation. It was also slightly sore to the touch. I was shaken out of my thoughts by Peter’s voice. 

“Did that hurt?” He asked. 

He was so adorable. 

“This?” I pointed to my nose and he nodded. 

“No not really,” I said grabbing my bag off the floor. 

“Well this very short convo has been a blast but I gotta go,” 

Okay so, I hadn’t been to the class in like forever because of the sheer fear of what would happen cause I skipped it so much. However, my fear of having to confront Olivia is stronger and she was coming towards me so, I ran in through the door. Ugh I’m such a pussy. I saw her walk out of my view. I was gonna turn back out and leave but ,unfortunately I had already locked eyes with the teacher. Looking around at all the students staring at me I just looked back at the teacher. 

“Y/N! So nice of you to finally join us,” Ms Warren just had to announce. I simply choose to give a curt nod before she said 

“We’re doing a partnered assignment, you can sit by Peter,” She said while pointing near the back of the classroom.  

I made my way to the back of the class and slumped into the seat. 

“Hey,” I said putting my legs on the empty desk in front of me. 

“Hey, didn’t know you were in this class,” Peter pointed out. 

“I mean I don’t think I’ve been here since the second week of school? Yeah I’m not sure. So from the beginning of sophomore year to now would be like maybe 1…2...3. No 2, yeah 2.” I went on before realizing I was rambling “Sorry I’m talking too much I’m like tiniest bit faded right now, and okay let me shut up,” 

“No, no you’re fine. I like hearing you talk” 

“I’ll be right back,” I whispered before raising my hand. 

“Yes Y/N?” Ms Warren asked. 

“Can I go to the bathroom?” 

She sighed “Uh, Yes I guess that’s fine just don’t take to long,” 

I grabbed the pass and started down the hallway. I was never planning to go to the bathroom. In all honesty I was going to the freshmans’ lunch cause I’d gotten hungry. I was in the line to get snacks when I felt a buzz in my pocket. I knew it was the burner phone so I got my chips and went outside to the area of the school with no cameras. Looking around to make sure no one was looking. I opened the text. Which read 

this T?- B 

yes, do you still have it?- T I responded 

I do- B 

ok meet at usual X and Place- T 

ok- B

I’d confirmed my brother could pick up my sisters from daycare. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about them at home when I was doing what I needed to do. 

I was trying to keep a low profile. I don't need anyone to claim they saw Thorn tonight. Since I’ve been on the radar of the police more often lately. No one would be looking in an abandoned train cart anyways. I‘d be fine. I just went with a black hoodie and a bandana to cover my face. 

But of course Black Cat was in her suit because when was she ever not. 

“You sure this is it?” I asked 

“Yes I’m sure,” she said and placed the flash drive in my hand. I stuffed it in the pocket of my hoodie. 

“Don’t forget what we talked about,” she said pointedly. 

“Yeah, yeah I’ve got you,” 

Great now I have to get into the government protected flash drive and clear her name. Just as I was about to turn to leave. The sound of someone sliding open the doors to one of the carts. 

“Were you followed?” she whispered

“No of course not,” I rolled my eyes 

I only had one weapon on me but I knew that Black Cat could handle whoever it was. Although just because she could do this on her own doesn’t mean I was gonna help. I had one expandable baton. Waiting for whoever was here to come in. I got my baton knocked out of my hand. 

The fight that broke out wasn’t really a fight if you could even call it that, it was just like 3 guys trying to get the flash drive and us knocking them out. I did however get my fair share of bruises but that’s only because I was thrown into the wall once. I did have a pretty deep gash on my forehead but I should be able to cover it with a headband.  

I almost gave myself a heart attack when I checked my sisters’ room because I forgot they were at our brothers house. My dad also still wasn’t home so I was just sitting home alone on the living room floor watching ‘Nick at Night’ with a caked up bloody forehead eating cold leftover spaghetti. 

I knew my dad had come home because I heard the keys turning in the door but I was too tired to move. 

I should’ve moved. 

By the way the door was slammed shut I could tell he was in a bad mood. And what’d he do when he was in a bad mood? Take it out on me. 

I don’t remember what happened. I just know he said I looked like a whore and I probably got heated and blacked out, but I do know I was in immense pain and my nose was bleeding and the police were on their way. 

Only two things could come from my dad calling the police: I get sent back to the Psych ward or I get arrested. I wasn’t about to stick around to find out which one was going down. 

I grabbed my skateboard and took off. Technically he did kick me out so he couldn’t say I ran away. 

I can’t exactly recall how I remember where he lived seeing as I hadn’t been there since his girlfriend died. 

I was going to knock but I knew he never actually opens the door. I went around to the back and started banging on the window and I’m sure looking at this from an outsider's view it must’ve looked like I was breaking in. Which I’m not sure that I wasn’t. I could see his shadow. 

“Open the fucking door, Wade!” I yelled from the door I could see his light was on. 

He sleepily strutted down to the door and slid it open. 

“What do you- Oh my god you look terrible,” He stated. 

“Oh really? Thanks, I didn’t notice,” I spat back pushing past him. 

I popped down on the couch. 

“I need somewhere to stay for a minute” I said once I was settled in. 

He moved over to me and grabbed my face but I pushed his hands away. 

“I’m fine,” I lied “Can I stay here though?” 

“Did you really think I’d ever say no?”

He examined my face again 

“Did your dad do this?” He asked. 

He took my silence for the answer that it was. 

“Do you want me to kill him?” He asked as what I thought was supposed to be a joke but I was scared to answer yes cause I knew there was a chance he actually would.

He was never very fond of my dad from the moment he’d met my mom. Wade was always trying to keep my mom away from him.

If only she’d listened. 

“Yes, I was joking and go clean your face before you get infected” 

Oh well I guess I voiced that thought out loud. 

I promise I was just looking for the first-aid kit but who was I to say no to a 6 ounce bottle of Hennessy. It was almost as if it’s eyes bore into my soul calling after me because it knew I was too weak to resist. 

The sweet burning sensation of it going down my throat was relieving and fun at first until I realized I was turning into my dad. Then it wasn’t so appealing anymore it was just depressing. 

The last thing on earth that I’d want would be anything like him. It was pathetic. 

It was pathetic how I had to throw up because apparently I couldn’t handle my alcohol.

It was pathetic how I couldn’t even bring myself to stand in the shower. 

It was pathetic how I couldn’t even hide the fact I was drunk. 

It was pathetic how I broke down crying in front of Wade. 

It was pathetic how he had to lull me to sleep by stroking my hair. 

It was pathetic because I knew he wasn’t mad.

It was pathetic because it wasn’t anger it was pathetic because it was pity. 

Pity. I hated pity with my entire chest. She always seemed to just hold you down underneath the water knowing you couldn’t breath but the feeling around you made you believe you were floating. It’s like the feeling of drowning in the open sea but it isn’t painful but still you know you’re gonna die but you can’t help but look at how beautiful everything around you is. All the fish, the seaweed, the sunlight shining through the water. But still you’re drowning and you know you’re gonna die so how beautiful can it really be?

Pity. That’s what I saw in the hallways so I knew I must’ve looked terrible because no one bothered to say anything negative about me. Everytime anyone looked at me it was like they knew. They knew. They knew that I had a shitty life and a fucked up family. Of course they didn’t but I couldn’t help the nagging feeling that everyone knew. 

Everyone was looking at me with a glint of pity in their eyes because I knew I looked like I was going to pass out at any moment now, I had bruises everywhere, I had no makeup to cover them up, possibly had a broken rib, and the gash on my forehead was probably still visible under the sweatband.  

Literally everyone looked like they felt bad for me. Except Flash. I never thought I’d say this but, thank God for Flash. The only sense of normalcy I’d experienced all day, was him calling me a witch then acting like it was the funniest thing ever and walking off after I told him to go fuck himself. One thing about Flash is he’s unoriginal. He'll find one “good” joke and use it for the rest of his life. The fact I could put out a lit match in my mouth spread around through a tiktok at some point, and he’s been calling me a witch ever since. I’m assuming the fact I had a pretty gothic style freshman year probably played a part in it too. Major small dick energy right there. 

I was on the verge of passing out and all I really wanted was to go out and get high with my old friends but I can never get what I want. Can I? The universe must really fucking hate me.

I just went to the nurses office and slept all throughout lunch but when I woke it was like I was even more tired than before. 

I wonder if this is what zombies feel like. I couldn’t tell if it was getting bad again or if I was just getting sick because the lines were blurred between a depressive episode and a cold or the flu. However my eyes were watery and my nose was stuffed so hopefully it was the latter. 

The odds had finally aligned in my favor and the class I’d skipped like all year teacher was out. We had my favorite sub who was really just the ISS teacher. Normally I would’ve sat by him and caught him up on all the chisme I had but I felt terrible. So I just leaned on the closest person to me instinctively. Once my brain caught up to my body and I realized. I was laying on Peter's shoulder. I shot it and immediately apologized. 

“Oh no, you’re fine I don’t mind,” he said. 

Well okay then. I think I slept at least 10 minutes in every single class today. Which is good I’d need it cause I forgot I promised my brother I’d babysit today. 

After I sent Wade a text that I probably wouldn’t be back in his house for a while. I went to my brother's house. Sometimes I’m jealous of him for getting to escape our dad and live in an actual nice area.  He literally has a house. Like he has his own property, no landlords or anything.  Pros of him having a different mom I guess. However he needs to stop having kids. Like yes I love my niece and my nephews however they can be the biggest pain in the ass. 

“I get off at like 11, so make sure they don’t break anything or die thanks, and you know where everything’s at, so,” He said, giving me a hug before walking towards the door but right before he opened it he turned around with a smile on his face. 

“Oh and don’t get my kids high,” 

I rolled my eyes trying to keep the edges of my mouth from turning into a smile. I lost that battle. 

“Yeah, yeah whatever asshole,” I flipped him off. 

I went into the room where the youngest child was sleeping. Taylon, he was about 1 I believe. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him for a while. I made it back to the front room where the two trouble makers Kaitlyn and Jason. Kaitlyns the oldest at 4 years old and Jason at 2. Although I don’t think Kaitlyn has ever gotten in trouble like ever because she’s a huge daddy’s girl. 

I had like 36 missing assignments for Physics and about 4 things of homework one test to study for, a partnered project to work on, still had to go two decathlon practice 3 days a week, and a flashdrive to get past the firewall of. God could I use some adderall right now. 

By distracting the kids in the room with me with the Cocomelon channel. 

I’d put my headphones on and nodded along to my music and actually got two homework assignments done in a relatively short time before the screaming started. I went to get Taylon who’d woken up because he peed. I changed his diaper but he was still crying. 

I truly did not have time for this. I fed him and everything. Thank God the Cocomelon was still distracting the other kids. Whoever made that channel needs a raise. I could not get him to stop crying for more than 5 minutes. I found if I held him he’d stop but I didn’t have the time to just sit around holding him. 

I gave him my phone and let him play with that which shut him up. 

Then Kaitlyn decided to come and pester me about food. I made peanut butter jelly sandwiches, but they decided they didn’t want them after I’d already made them. So here I was making spaghetti with a toddler on my hip and doing homework at the same time. 

I’d actually gotten used to all this multi tasking that’s when I heard a knock at the door. 

I put the spoon back in the pot and closed my textbook heading over to the door. 

I open the door to Peter standing there. 

“Uh Hello?” I asked more than said. 

“Uh, yeah hi, we were supposed to work on the project?” 

“Oh shi-” I almost said then remembered I was holding a kid. “Sorry I forgot,” If we're being completely honest I don’t remember anything from school that day nor do I remember telling him to come here but I wasn’t gonna send him away. 

“Well you can come in” I announced stepping towards the side of the door. 

“Sorry about the chaos” I gestured to everything. ”You can go sit on the couch, I’ll be right over” 

He did just that and sat his backpack on his lap. 

“Jason, Kaitlyn bebé ven a buscar tu comida” 

( Jason Kaitlyn baby come get your food) 

They made their way over still attached to the tablet. 

“I thought your dad said no tablet at the table?” I said. I wasn’t really going to take it away, I was just teasing. 

“I thought you were fun tía,” Jason shot back. 

“I am fun!” I said fake hurt and they both giggled. 

I slid the plates across the table towards them. “Here eat,” 

“¿Es tu novio de ahí?” Kaitlyn asked looking over at Peter. 

(Is that your boyfriend over there?)

“No he’s not, but can you watch your brother for me for a little bit?” 

She nodded. I shifted Taylon off my hip and slipped him into his high chair and gave him a bag of chips. 

Plopping down next to Peter I clapped my hands.

“Okay sorry about the wait, so what do we need to do?” 

After explaining the project to me we’d gotten half of it done and Taylon was napping again and everyone else was quiet and watching TV. We probably could’ve finished the whole thing if we hadn’t gone on so many tangents. Peter was actually good at explaining things. 

We talked about literally everything from favorite flavors of starburst to life goals and shit. I don't know what I want in life actually. It’d be cool to go to college but it’s expensive and no one else in my family has been. 

When it got late Peter announced that he had to go. 

“Alright let me walk you out,” I pushed up off the couch.

“You’re really smart, I know you don’t think that but you are,” he said almost out of nowhere once we were out the door. I could feel my face heat up. This is a moment I was thankful for my melanin allowing me not to blush. 

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself, Parker,” 

“So we're doing this same time tomorrow right?” 

“Yes, that’s the plan,” 

For the past week I’d convinced my brother to let my babysit everyday so I could still hang out with Peter. I never thought that we of all people could be friends. Before this he was so like “Peter” just way too much. Once you get to know him he’s not that bad. We’d finished the project and I still hadn’t done any of my other work but by the power of adderall I’d gotten into the flashdrive. I was too scared to check anything in it, but I did erase Black Cats name from the police station records. 

It’d been at least three more days and I hadn’t done any work. I hadn’t talked to Peter or MJ or anyone else either. The one other human I’ve had contact with is Wade. Even with me living at his house it was still minimal. I hadn’t gotten much sleep because adderall keeps you up at all hours of the day but I don’t think I could survive without it. 

I knew I had to be walking. I was walking because I had to. I mean I was walking and I had no intention of stopping. I was getting major deja vu. This exact place felt so familiar.

Oh- that’s why.

I was in the projects where I used to live. I was off in Bronxchester off of 156th St. Ann’s Avenue. I hate this place so much.

I hated it.

I hated it. 

I hated it. 

Having to live in a rat infested one bedroom apartment sleeping cramped up on top of my siblings was literally the worst time of my life. The shitty school University Heights where half the girls were pregnant. Not to mention my dad was on a fucking rage rampage all the time cause he couldnt get a job as a felon. 

I was still walking though. I knew I was going somewhere. Not sure where until I’d gotten near the Hartz chicken on the end of the street. That’s where I was going. I knew I was meeting up with my friend. How could I forget that? I was about to cross the street until someone in a grey van rolled down their window sticking out a gun.

I knew she was gonna get shot. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Yet still I was screaming at least I was trying to. I couldn’t find my voice. 

By the time I could it was too late.

I’d seen her. The bullets piercing her skin would be something seared into my brain forever. And as fast as the car came it was gone. 

Then I was running. I was running to get to her because I could still help her. I had to.

She was bleeding and there was too much blood. It was everywhere. I remember my brother told me if someone is ever bleeding out you need to stop the blood. 

I could barely see because my tears were clouding my vision. I was pushing down on her stomach screaming for someone to call 9-1-1. Just to help. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” I remember saying it over and over again I don’t know if I was trying to convince myself or her.. 

The police got here right after I’d watched her eyes gloss over just because that’s how it works in Melrose. Yes she was gone but she was only the first of many. The police had never done anything for me before so why would they start now. 

They had to pry me off her. They couldn't, I had to help, I had to… I had to help. She didn’t like to be alone. Yeah sure she’d done bad things but she didn't deserve this. She was just a kid. I was just a kid. They took her phone while I was screaming not to touch her.

 They asked for my parents' information. I didn’t want to tell them, I didn’t want my dad. I don’t wanna see him. I just wanted my friend back. They loaded her into the back of the ambulance. I

 knew they were driving away. I was running and screaming. I could feel people staring. I knew they were looking at me. I knew they knew. I didn’t care, I had to run. I had to get her. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind and I started thrashing. 

I couldn’t, I can’t, I had to help, I had to help her. I was still screaming and my throat was sore. Her blood was everywhere, it was all over me and I couldn’t I couldn’t help her. I couldn’t help myself. I was scared. 

“Hey,” I felt myself being shook from behind. “Hey!” 

I turned around to Wade’s familiar face. 

“I’m sorry for waking you, I know it’s dangerous or something like that but you were just screaming and I got worried,” 

Wasn’t supposed to wake me?

“I was,” my voice was small I sounded 5 I felt 5 “I was sleeping walking?” 

“Yeah you were”  he confirmed, leading me to one of the stools by his kitchen island. 

He sat me down, walked off and got me a glass of water. I didn’t realize how bad I was shaking until I tried to bring the cup to my lips. 

He brought a towel to the side of my arm dabbing at it. The blood dripped from the side of my wrist all the way down to my elbow. 

“What’d you cut yourself on?” He asked and I shrugged my shoulders. 

“You know they never even said her name?” I said after we sat in silence for a moment. 

“What?” 

“Rose you know my friend,” 

“Oh…” he said as the realization of who I was talking about settled in. 

“Yeah her, they never said her name no one said it around me because they felt I was gonna break, they all just looked at me like I was made out of glass, I don’t even know how people knew I was there. But I was- I was just so angry, ”  

I waited to see if he was going to say anything but he didn’t. He was just going to listen, no jokes to lighten the mood just listening. 

“Even on the news. To everyone outside of St Ann’s she was just a ‘14 year old girl caught up in gang violence fatally shot’ they used a terrible picture of her too. It made my blood boil that, that was all she got, Then I realized that’s just how it was for us and the only way I was making it out the hood was if it was 6 feet under,” 

My mom used to say that’s what they did for black people, used a picture of them looking ‘hood’ some people call it a thugshot. They use a picture that makes them look mean and aggressive. She was neither of those things she was the nicest person I ever knew. She just got caught up in the gang mess because it was the only family she had.  

“I’ve never talked about this before, but I feel like everyone just forgot about her like it’s only been 2 years and I’ve never heard anyone say her name. At least not around me” I ran my finger on the tattoo of a rose. “This was the first tattoo I’d ever gotten I did it myself so it’s kinda shitty but I feel like it keeps her memory alive, because if no one else was gonna do it and If wasn’t gonna then who would you know?” I trailed off for a second. Then noticed he was in the Deadpool suit just without the mask. 

“Where are you going?” I asked. 

“Now I think you know me well enough to know I’m not telling you that,” He smiled and I smiled back weakly. 

“You’ll be okay though?” He asked. 

“Now I think you know me well enough to know I’ll be okay,” I turned his own words against him. 

I glanced back down at the tattoo and I remember looking over the tattoo on my finger for you it means merely nothing. Just another girl getting another basic tattoo. For me it means everything. It was the way I fought back. It was my first ‘fuck you’ to everyone to everything. It was my best friend. It was my first love. So to you I’m just another girl with another basic rose tattoo but to me. To me? It’s the way I remember it’s the way I keep my friend with me. It’s the way I’d make sure I couldn’t forget the unforgettable. Roses are delicate and fragile but they’ll hurt you when you try to pick them. So even the most beautiful of flowers would defend itself if it came to it. To you my rose tattoo is just a flower. However, to me Rose was the most beautiful human this world had ever seen.

Art had to be my favorite subject. Solely for the reason I’ve never had a non chill art teacher, but today it was Physics which is usually my least favorite class. 

Only because the class made me feel like my day was turning around. 

MJ was standing next to me when I opened by locker and loudly exclaimed 

“Yes!” 

“What?” She turned to me “What is it?” 

“Sorry for scaring you, it's nothing. I just found some candy” I held up the Push Pop “See?” 

“Oh if you don’t show up to practice today they’re kicking you off the decathlon team, and make sure you get to class on time though,” 

“Of course when have I ever been late,” 

She gave me a look that had “really?” written all over it. 

“Okay don’t answer that question but I’m going, now you need to get to class you have a test to take,” 

I’d taken the test already because I had Harrison’s class on A day, but MJ wasn’t the type to cheat. She was smart enough and didn’t need my help.

She was very smart but she wasn’t smart enough to know the Push Pop wasn’t really a push pop at all. 

It was a cart that I thought I’d lost. It was just hidden in an empty Push Pop. Nightmares made me stressed and I know the perfect way to relieve stress. I know many actually such as (good) sex, running, fighting, throwing knives at shit, and weed. Luckily for me this is the last one. 

So here I was sitting in the back of the class by the farthest window away from Peter with a “Push Pop” in my mouth and my head down on the desk. I never really paid attention in class but today we were just watching some documentary so I didn’t have to. 

One of the students office workers came in and gave a note to the teacher and I figured it was about the new student I heard some of the students talking about here and there. I didn’t think anything of it until. 

Briana walked in behind Principal Morita. Briana was my best friend from elementary through middle school and the first half of freshman year before I switched schools. She acted... I didn’t wanna say ghetto but you could definitely tell she was from Melrose if you were from there. I can’t blame her with her dad being a leader to the local set and all. 

The teacher told her to introduce herself to the class and she kept it short and sweet. Then she was told to find a seat. I waved her over and she sat next to me. 

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” She said. 

I laughed 

“As if, you’re the most extra person I know,” I said, taking another hit. 

“First of all fuck you second of all give me a hit,” I smiled handing the “Push Pop” over to her.

”Don’t you dare get caught.” 

She stuck her head under the table lightly blowing out her mouth then inhaling before the vapours could go too far out. 

“So where you been at? Haven’t heard from you in a minute,” 

“Been busy with school shit, but I’ve been around,” I responded taking the “Push Pop” from her again. 

“How’s your dad?” She asked. I just gave her an incredulous look and went.

“How’s your dad,” 

“Same old same old,” 

We spent the rest of the class with her catching me up on the people from our crew and reminiscing. Also might be good to mention we finished half the cart. So I was bugging. We both were. I would not have remembered to go to the decathlon meeting if it weren’t for MJ reminding me again. I didn’t really care for the team. I was just an alternative and I was only doing it so I could pass Mr. Harrington’s class because of the  extra credit. 

Thank God Peter wasn't at the meeting. I hadn’t talken to him since we turned in our project last week. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to him per se. I could just feel myself getting closer to him and I didn't have time for more friends. Because everyone I end up loving leaves me. The more people you let into your life the more people you give the chance to leave. Seeing as I was ‘Thorn’ I probably shouldn’t get close to Spiderman anyway. 

Flash was talking about Briana. He didn't say her name directly but I knew he was talking about her. Since he was talking about the new girl. He talked shit about everyone, so I don’t know why this made me as angry as it did. It just rubbed me the wrong way but it did. Seeing as I naturally gave zero fucks and had no impulse control. I definitely had way less control over myself when high. So before I knew it I’d punched him in the nose. 

“Y/N!” Liz and MJ yelled simultaneously. 

“What the fuck?” Flash screamed, holding his face. 

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking daddy’s money ass bitch,” I pointed in my face. 

“Y/N enough, go to the office,” Mr. Harrington said. 

I could hear Flash calling me crazy as I walked out the room. Which put a smile on my face. The weird thing about principals is that the more you get in trouble the more they like you and the less harsh your punishments. I only got a week of detention which wasn’t too bad but that stupid “so you got dentention” video of Captain America was gonna get extremely annoying. 

I was right it’d only been two days and every time I heard it I wanted to rip my head off. By the third day Peter and MJ had both joined me. 

MJ didn’t even actually have detention she never did; she just liked to “draw people in despair” or whatever it was that she said. Today she was drawing Peter. It was surprising to see him here.  I was scrolling through tiktok. I was going to say something to him but what would I even say?

I grew some balls and I’d said hi. It was just small talk but we still spoke nonetheless. The week was going by so fucking fast. Tomorrow’s the day we’re going to Washington. I did have to spend a lot of my saved money though. I’d spoken to my sisters and they said dad was sober now and he wanted me to come home. Which I’m not sure if I believe. I mean I know he’s sober. I talked to him too but how long would that last. How many times has this happened before? I don’t have time to worry about him. 

It seemed like I had only blinked and now I was on the bus to D.C. Now for the next couple of days I gotta stay in a hotel room. Nothing out of the ordinary for me, except now I get to stay with MJ and Bri. I don’t know how I managed to convince Mr. Harrington to let her come. 

Peter had almost missed the bus but showed up last minute. Liz was drilling people and MJ was sitting near her participating so I had the seat to myself. Bri was behind me on facetime with her boyfriend who just happened to be my ex. None of it was awkward though since we only dated for like a week and decided we were better off as friends. If we were being honest I was so tired. I felt like shit. Listening to sad music when sad is a set routine of mine so I was listening to Violent Crimes and staring out the window before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep. 

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 1 "Pilot" & Ep 2 "Hell Week"(Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

Something really bad happened.

Did you just get your period all over yourself?

This isn't my blood.

Who told you you could have a baby here tonight?

I'm sure I can walk if I can just get some Gatorade.

I don't care if you can walk.

How are we supposed to get you to the front door without everyone seeing you all gross and postpartum?

No one wants to see that at a party.

This is super embarrassing.

I didn't even know I was pregnant.

You guys, they're playing "Waterfalls."

Is that a baby? Amazing.

I am not missing "Waterfalls" for this. "Waterfalls" is my jam.

Give the baby some mojito to quiet it down.

How do you know she's dead?

These are my minions. I don't know their names. I don't want to know their names.

I have a colonic at 10

Life is a class system.

Oh, still a lot of puke to scrub.

Yeah, you have an amazing skill at telling people what they need to hear.

I'm sorry. Did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my butt?

I hate sororities, and I hate you.

First of all, I'm not a lesbian.

You see, out in the real world, people just don't talk that way to other people. It's not normal.

Well, that sure sounds suspicious.

No one forced that goat to get as drunk as it got.

Historically, short people are sneaky backstabbers, like Napoleon or Paul Shaffer.

I could actually handle that you're built like a Thai ladyboy, but what I can't stand is that you think you're my heir apparent.

Don't you want me to spray-tan you?

I would honestly rather not have you around.

The police still can't figure out who filled that tank with hydrochloric acid.

It's good enough for me, and the D.A., who, last I heard, considers the case closed.

What is that skirt?

Your organization might want to find a lawyer.

I'm a pretty smart cookie.

I would not get personal with me, sweetheart.

I don't fight fair.

I am sentimental.

Look, girls are vicious, okay?

I don't have any of my own memories.

Just like we planned. Three-second silent hug, and then you leave.

Ooh, somebody call CSI, because there was a murder scene in that bathroom.

Someone puked in the sink and I'm pretty sure I saw an actual ringworm climbing up the wall. I'm not afraid of anything, but that bathroom scared the crap out of me.

This is gonna be a year of infinite possibilities.

Hold this. It's too heavy.

You didn't knock!

Look at them. They're the dregs of society.

Each one of these gashes is worse than the next.

She smells like hot dog water, and probably sprained her neck giving blumpkins down at the local bowling alley.

Look, I'm not saying that all heterosexual sex is rape. I'm saying all heterosexual sex is gross, and that deep down, every woman knows this.

All that girl's after is a whole lot of bikini burger.

Hey, girl, can I just ask you, what's up with your outfit?

God knows what they're talking about, basic bitches.

What fresh hell is this?

I need you to stay popular, 'cause if you want to stay at the top of the list of the pieces of ass I'm getting, there's criteria. And the criteria is you got to be popular.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, because I'm getting really pissed off.

Stop fake crying.

Anyone you dated would be popular. I mean, they would be popular because they're dating you.

My ego, it's super strong, ok, but it's not strong enough that I can just go around dating garbage people.

Like, yes, I could find a random girl who wasn't popular, and, yes, if I started dating her she would then become popular.

But you said you loved me.

I do sort of love you.

I would love you a lot more if other people loved you, too.

Okay, I need you to leave because you're bumming me out

We're just trying to have a nice day hitting golf balls at hippies.

Pretty girls, like you and me.

That's why I'm gonna burn your face off.

Ugh! You burned the milk!

Next time, I get you fired, or worse.

Actually, I just want a regular coffee. Those white girl pumpkin spice lattes annoy me.

I like to think of myself, uh, as an investigative reporter.

I had to get a restraining order.

I tend to get a bit passionate about things.

Look, you intentionally led me on.

You kept acting like you liked me just so you could humiliate me.

Enter, ye who dare.

I love a creepy collage.

It's about kicking the living crap out of someone when they disrespect you.

I was just in your room, where I noticed you have a sizeable shrine with evil burning candles, photos of me with my face scratched out and pairs of my stolen panties.

How about I just drown you in it?

Well, of course she's dead! You just burned her face off!

You don't die from getting your face burned off.

There's a dead woman in your kitchen.

I'm going to the authorities.

That's not how I saw it. And my witnesses agree.

You're an awful person.

Who wants cocktails?

How did my life turn into this?

Have you seen the way girls dress on this campus?

I'm sitting in the same office I used to throw bricks into.

You're awful in bed. Are you aware?

I'm gonna take a pair of your panties.

I'm gonna barf on your face unless you get out of here.

Try to figure out who gave you such disgusting mommy issues.

You loaded a dead body into a freezer.

What are you proposing?

I want to help you with your exposé, secretly feed you info.

You need eyes on the inside.

I don't know what to do with the body.

Are you saying dead bodies don't turn you on?

You are so lame, you know that?

God, I love all that death stuff.

Show me the body.

Show me the dead body.

This blood oath will ensure solidarity among us. We are all related now.

I just Googled "blood oath" and this is what came up.

What does this oath even mean?

I just need you all to not say anything about what happened, and I figured a blood oath was cheaper than buying you all presents.

Wait, what about STDs?

Idiot, you don't get STDs from blood oaths.

You get STDs from dirty toilet seats and drinking the water in Mexico.

Um, "STD" stands for "sexually transmitted disease," which means that it's transmitted sexually.

When were you in Mexico?

You know what, forget the blood oath.

I can't stay silent!

I'm calling my mom, and I'm going home.

Okay, Pissy Spacek, you and I have a few differences we need to iron out.

I want you to be one of my minions.

It's the gateway to the top of the heap.

You put on a good front, but you're miserable.

Don't you think any of that has anything to do with the fact that you've created an atmosphere based solely on negativity and raw ambition?

Can we talk for real for a second, please?

I mean, you're so confident without being mean. What antidepressants are you on?

Don't you see that all that's happened isn't a crisis? It's an opportunity.

Yeah, no, I tried. See, I really tried. But all of this flowery, peace-on-Earth crap, it makes me want to puke.

You haven't even seen half of what I'm capable of!

Totally spit in your coffee, bitch.

I don't mean to be a contrarian, but I'm enjoying this.

Is that killer noises or am I hallucinating?

I'm gonna ask one more time, will you speak up?

What can you tell us about the murder?

There's an exodus right now.

The risks are real, but we need to close ranks.

I don't feel comfortable with a man protecting me. It's representative of the patriarchal, post-colonial culture that encourages violence against women.

We buy a pig and feed it the body. Pigs will eat anything.

Don't go skating on those poop lagoons, because if you fall in, you'll drown in the poop and come springtime, there'll be nothing left of your body.

Here's what you should do. Pulverize her teeth, burn off her fingerprints, and disfigure her face. Once her body is unrecognizable, we can create an incision on her inner thigh and drain out all of her bodily fluids. That'll give us more time to deconstruct the body.

Truly grinding down a body takes a lot of work. You need a really good food processor, and you run the risk of fouling the plumbing, which is why you should only do it if you know how to clear out meat and bones from a drain pipe.

I'm willing to help in any way possible.

You're obviously a psychopath and those ideas are insane!

Why are you trying to terrify us?

Can I call you Mom?

I feel so loved and protected by all of you.

Actually, it's a new pop culture trend where young women desperately in need of role models call other girls they look up to Mom.

I thought you'd be cool with it.

I mean, I did just give you several ways to dispose of a body.

Okay, fine. Just stop talking.

You are so friggin' creepy!

Someone just mowed off a deaf girl's head in our backyard.

I mean, as you can see, I'm not licensed to carry a sidearm.

Wait, so you don't have a gun?

I have pepper spray. And I have a walkie talkie that I can use to call the police, who do have guns.

What good are you?

Get the hell out of there. Run away, real fast.

Now, I would give you my number, but my cell phone is off right now.

If you want the place clean, maybe you shouldn't have burned the maid's face off.

Don't you wonder what's in there?

People have been whispering about that house for years, that it's haunted, that something really bad happened. I mean, there's no way there isn't some real-life story behind it, right?

I'm gonna have to break in.

I mean, I don't think anyone's gonna get killed in the 30 minutes we make out, right?

Can you stop talking?

You're kind of ruining whatever was good about it.

Please try to understand the situation I'm in.

I don't give a rat's ass about your job.

You know, I find good parenting incredibly attractive.

You're a snoopy little bugger.

Whose bloody clothes are those?

Supposedly, it was a super fun party.

We're all gonna pay for this.

I think it's all crap. Just a myth.

What happened to the baby?

Sometimes I picture myself like Derek Jeter, you know?

I'm gonna choke you out.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

Please don't say you want to choke me.

I'd love having sex with your corpse.

I'm sorry. This isn't working for me.

Well, I sort of am your boyfriend, and I'm protecting you by having sex with you.

No! I don't need a man to protect me.

How could I have wasted this much time?

Is my self-esteem really that low?

I'm sorry. I think we need to take a break.

I need you to leave right now!

You know, it would really help me feel better if I could just crawl into bed with you for a few minutes.

Are you gonna touch my wiener, or you gonna leave my wiener alone?

I'll leave your wiener alone.

Where are your hands?

He has a huge boner!

Why don't you go in there and ogle his big old boner?

Okay, uh, first of all, I'm not gonna go ogle his big old boner, because I'm not gay.

Look, I'm sorry everybody wants to have sex with me. Okay? I can't help that.

I'm hot. Everybody wants to get with this. Women, men, animals in the zoo, plants, probably.

You're gonna have to go right now, 'cause I am breaking up with you.

Excuse me, I broke up with you!

I regretted what I said, and I just wanted to come here and tell you that I am so sorry.

Well, I accept your apology. And now I'm breaking up with you.

Do you know why I'm breaking up with you?

You can't deal with how hot I am.

Sorry, I just broke up with you.

Can you please put some clothes on?

Um, they said, uh, I shouldn't be alone, you know, in case I fall asleep and die.

Can I just get you a robe or something though?

So you're saying I'm the killer?

Okay, this isn't about me thinking you're boyfriend material.

God, I was so gonna go to third base with you tonight, too.

What if we stapled their earlobes?

Private like the parts on a man you like putting in your mouth?

I want to publicly come out as gay on my own.

I mean, you guys have to accept everybody, right?

I actually think that's illegal.

I will come after you, do you understand that? I will destroy you.

I trust you'll consider my offer.

Name one bad thing that ever happened at a Best Buy parking lot.

You're just, like, super attractive.

Um, well, I was trying to be inconspicuous.

It's better than losing your life.

I have a thing for playlists.

Someone's got a poo belly.

Sweet Yeezus, I don't even know where to begin with you.

Bitch, I'm about to smack you so hard, your tampon's gonna pop out.

I heard screaming.

So you think the serial killer is still up there?

Upstairs to get the killer before he gets away!

You just said that you think the killer is up there, and that's where you want to go?

This is freakin' terrifying!

The killer is in the house! You hear me?

I need my damn inhaler.

What, am I supposed to be scared?

Don't even come out. We plan on getting drunk, and I don't want your bad attitude ruining it.

We're headed down to White Stallion to pick up some sluts, baby!

Yes, okay, I burned her slightly, but stop saying that I killed her.

That was a tragic accident.

I am a kind and devoted and loving friend to all.

I'm not some crazed psychopath.

Maybe you're the killer.

I will not be put on trial.

The truth is we don't know who the killer is, and, yes, I suppose it could be someone in this room.

You want to go first?

I banged, like, 50 chicks.

What took you so long?

[jj-lynn21]

SUMMER BURN: starring Bill Skarsgard as Brian Chapter 2

Warnings: attacker play(?), heavy flirtation

@dragsraksllib @super-pink-a-palouza @grandpa-sweaters 

read Ch 1 first

“Did you scare another hottie away?” Jess smirked.

I rolled my eyes turning away from her.  

Jess sat down at the bar. All she had to do is bat her eyes at the bar tender for him to come right over to her with a big mischievous grin. She ordered bloody Maries for her and the other girls leaving me out since I obviously was not talking to her. In her mind it was all over some random guy. For me, it was because I had enough of her so-called jokes.  

“Tell us about the guy you met?” Melissa and Tami asked me in unison as Jess flirted with the bar tender.  

I laughed. “He was the same guy we saw on the beach. His name is Brian. He is kind of scary. In a good way. You know? Like give me shivers. The beard and hair were part of his job. Maybe an investigator or something. He didn’t tell me.”

“That is weird.” Melissa pointed out. “Maybe he disguises himself so he can stalk his prey?”

“People do get paid good money to be hired killers.” Tami chimed in.  

The three of us laughed drawing the attention of Jess. “So, what is so funny?”  

“We were just trying to figure out what the guy on the beach does for a living.” Tami giggled.

“We decided professional killer since his hair and beard were fake,” Mellissa was laughing.

“What the hell?” Jess glared at them. “How did you find out it was fake?”

“He was the same guy I was talking to when you walked up.” Then I warned her jokingly. “If he is a psychopath or killer for hire you better watch out and maybe the bar tender should to.” Then I laughed along with Tami and Melissa about the absurdity of the thought.  

The bar tender whispered to Jess as his replacement for the afternoon arrived. She nodded in agreement. “This whole vibe.” She waved her hand over us. “Is a little twisted for my taste.” The bar tender took her hand. She walked off with him. “Maybe I will see you crazy girls at the bonfire or perhaps not.”  

“I think she is the crazy one.” Melissa said when Jess was far enough away. “I can’t believe she ditched us on girls day again. So, what should we do next?” She looked to me for guidance because when Jess was gone Melissa and Tami thought of me as their leader to find the next fun thing to do.  

Tami chimed in. “No pressure but there is 5 hours before we need to get ready for the bonfire. You are so good at picking fun things to do.”

No pressure my ass, I thought. “We finish these drinks and swim. Then go skating on the board walk for a while. I think I saw an outdoor seafood restaurant. You know what today is don’t you?

“Taco Tuesday!” They yelled with great glee.  

While frolicking in the surf; when skating down the board walk; even at lunch I couldn’t push the feeling away that I was being watched by eyes unseen. I tried to shrug it off. I even told the girls, “I think Jess is watching us after her date was a bust, but she is too afraid to join in the fun I created so let’s just have more fun to show her we don’t always need her.”

They nodded and the three of us let out a loud “Wooooo” as we clinked pina coladas. After lunch I suggested they head back to the hotel. I would return the skates, then meet them at the hotel. “Jess will more than likely be there around the same time since she is stalking us.”  

They agreed.  

When I got back to the room that had two queen beds and a pullout couch looking out on the ocean from the 10th floor, Tami and Melissa informed me Jess never came back. There was not even a sign of her coming back to change for the bonfire. She would still be in her little bikini with the terry cloth jumper over it unless the bar tender bought her a new dress and under garments which has happened before.

“Well, I guess we have fun without her until she joins us later.” I shrugged smirking matter-of-factly. “She has ditches us for a guy before. She will have to come back for her belongings before we check out.”

They seemed a little more worried than I but agreed with everything I said. They were followers like that. They did not want to lose another group member by speaking up about their concerns. It was their flaw to bare.

It was a perfect night for a bon fire. Just a little chill to the air. I wore a wrap around my shoulder with my white multi-colored flower sundress. My hair in a ponytail with a hot pink ribbon around it. I topped off the look with white wedges and red cherry lip stick instead of the pink I was wearing during the day. The dress fit me nicely if I do say so myself. It fit my curves making my cleavage pop. The girls wore similar outfits. We were roasting marshmellows when surprise guests showed up.

“Well, isn’t it the most beautiful girl on the beach.” A male voice quipped.

“No, No, No.” The other spoke boastfully. “My girl is the most beautiful girl on the beach.”

Tami jumped excited to see her boyfriend. “Peter, you’re here!”

Mellissa followed suit jumping on her man as he chuckled struggling to hold her so quickly. “Brad, you know it is supposed to be girls night.” She bopped him on the nose with the tip of her finger. “But I guess I will forgive you this time.”

“We were not looking for you, I promise.” Brad kissed Mellissa’s nose.

“Yeah, we were having a guys night and just wondered down to the bon fire with a bag of smore stuff but if you want us to leave...”

“No, give up the chocolate.” Melissa grabbed for it as her boyfriend held it up out of her reach

I mumbled. “There goes girls night.” Popped a cooled half burnt marshmallow in my mouth and got up.  

“Uh hey there you.” Peter nodded his chin for a hello. My friends' boyfriends hadn’t bothered learning my name even after I dated some of their cousins. I barely cared. They would not last. They didn’t even call Tami and Melissa by their names. Again, I assumed it was low IQ and not planning on sticking around long. “Sorry, we didn’t bring a third for you.”

“For your information I do have a date tonight.” I walked off down the beach after that. “They were so annoying assuming I would never find anyone on my own.” I grumbled as I walked.

The sparkling sand was cool at night, so I took off my shoes off to carry as I toed the sand down towards the edge of the ocean.  Part of me wanted to keep walking into the waves that now crashed on my feet. But I am startled when a large hand grabs mine. So much that I jump turning quickly. “Oh, you startled me.”  

I looked up with a smile to Brian, my hand still on his chest since I planned to try to push my possible attacker away.

“Sorry, I startled you.” He took my hand kissing the top gently. “Forgive me?” His big green eyes begged forgiveness perhaps more than his words. “I was worried for you when I saw you walking along the water alone.”

“I can take care of myself in the dark.” I smirked. “You were a half a second from getting my shoes smacked across your face.”

He lifted a eyebrow in question. “Is that so? What if your attacker did this?” He grabbed both my wrist tightly and swept me to the ground in a blink of an eye. “Now what do you do?”

My body pinned under the heat of his body. Arms pinned above my head. The sand rough under me. “I don’t know whether to kiss you right now or knee you in the balls like I would a true attacker.”

Brian grinned as he looked down at me. He loosened his grip on my wrists. His eyes piecing mine. “I left you that move like most would, to see if you would go for it.”

“I would.” I murmured as I pulled my hands free catching him off-guard, I flipped him on his back pinning his wrists legs wrapped around his to keep him bound to my will now. The surprise in his big eyes was perfect. “Or I could do this if they were dumb enough to loosen their grip on my wrists.”

He chuckled laying there without a struggle. “My next question is, do you still want to kiss me?”

My answer came when my lips bushed against his. That is when he struggled to get his hands free. I was using all my strength to hold them.  

“Please.” He murmured between light kisses. His nose nuzzling mine playfully. “I want to run my hands alone your back to....”

“To get the upper hand?” You giggled nuzzling his nose back before kissing him more deeply.

“I surrender.” He sang breathlessly. “You win. I tap out. Game over.”

I stood doing a little victory dance shimmying and shaking my hips. Brian stood up behind me like a tower brushing the sand off him. Then grab my hips slowly sliding his body closer behind me. He started kissing my neckline. I stopped swaying with a audible “mmmm”.and took a deep breath.

“I thought you were the shy girl when your friend needed to encourage you to do more than just stare at me. But you are so much more than that little lady. You have hidden skills.”

“I’m only shy before I meet new people.” You smiled looking up at him very comfortable leaning against his body. “My skills come out when I need them without a thought. Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was hot as fuck.” He blurted. “Sorry, I don’t usually throw around F-bombs on first dates. What do you want to do tonight? I take it you are to mature for the collage drunks burning themselves on smores.” He spins yu away from  him. 

You spin back to him laughing. “There is no way I want to join them. It's never my scene but I usually make sure my drunk friends get home or in this case back to the hotel. Their boyfriends showed up so they can just sleep together on the beach if that is how their night ends. Their loyalties are always fickle.”

“If you are hungry, I know a place that is more for polite young adults instead of heathens.” He suggested as you walked down the beach. “Are you game?”

“That sound like a great change of pace.” You looped your hand threw his.  

He gave it light squeeze while leading you off the beach to the main strip parking area. He opened the trunk of his SUV with just his toe under the bumper. “You look perfect, but I need a suit to get in this place I want to take you. The condo I am at is sever miles off the strip. I think you are staying closer. Can I just change there?”

“Oh, so this is how you get me to take you upstair?” I smirked playfully.

“Not yet.” Brian winked. “I actually enjoy the art of getting to know people once in a while. If you are uncomfortable, we can go back to my place so I can change. I rather not do that without you and travel all the way back here to pick you up. Restaurant would be closed by then.”  

I thought he had a good answer for everything. “You can change at our messy hotel room. Come on.” You grabbed the suit covered in plastic on a hanger neatly so he would follow, after shutting his SUV trunk. He did.  

You opened the door without looking around letting him in first. “I warn you it was a mess.”  

“It's not that bad for four girls staying here.” He looked around. “Bathroom for me to change?”

I finally really looked at the place. All Jess’ things were gone and the clothes that were tossed all over the room were on all the beds but mine. Any sign of Jess was gone. I thought, Did she really ditch a girls weekend to run off with some bar tender?

[twoidiotwriters1]

Starcrossed Losers 2.I (Josh Wheeler xF!Reader)

A/N: SURPRISE!! Who’s ready for season 2? Dunno how long this will be but I expect you enjoy it! -Danny

Words: 1,492

Warnings: Swearing

First Season // Next Chapter

[First scene, random Glendale street.]

The place is silent, not a Ghoulie in sight. Some mutant squirrels rummage through the garbage, they're starving. Not much has changed in Glendale since Principal Burr was defeated, not on the exterior at least. But we're about to see the real deal: A sound grows stronger in the distance. The squirrels look up, trying to locate the rumbling noise. Then, almost as if she materialized out of thin air, we see our protagonist skate at full speed out of the nearest alley, living her best life.

"Wooooo!" She gives a sharp turn in order to follow the main street, the squirrels scatter in outrage, abandoning their meal. Y/N doesn't notice.

The camera follows her for most of her trip, we see the empty houses as she passes without a second glance, a small group of stores and a garage that looks battered. She also glances at the abandoned private school, a slight frown appears on her face as she thinks to catch some shadow figure in one of the windows, but she doesn't stop to check.

[Time-skip]

We see her approach a group of kids around her age wearing some kind of armor. They look like trouble, but as she gets closer they receive her as another member of the group, even though she clearly doesn't look like one of them.

Y/N smiles and replies to every single one of their greetings as she skates through, she seems to have done this before.

Once in front of her old highschool her demeanor changes. She clears her throat and one hand blindly looks for the knife she keeps on her hip just in case. She walks inside.

Y/N keeps going, the kids that spot her wave and act as friendly as the ones outside, but now Y/N's nervousness has increased and as she gets closer to the biology classroom, she starts to get more and more serious.

The door is right there, and she's about to face her destiny. She opens the door and walks inside, a quiet 'Hi' makes its way out as the door closes behind her.

On the tempered glass of the door that moments ago was completely blank, now we find the title of our series:

Starcrossed Losers- Season Two.

[Queue voice-over]

Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

To be honest, I kind of wish you had. If that were the case, then it would've meant the rest of my untold story was my happy ending, regardless of what Sam had chosen to do with hers. It could've meant that there were no problems on sight and that Josh and I were destined to end together.

But you're here, and my story isn't over.

I'll take a wild guess and assume you want to know exactly how long and how many things have happened since the last time we talked. Well, it's been about what, five days? Yeah, a week tops since we defeated Burr and Sam took her rightful place -it was rightful, not gonna deny that- and us? Well, we hang in there.

Where do I start? Ah, of course, perhaps you'd like to know why I'm at the Highschool instead of the mall, that's easy.

After the small fight we had, the tribes' relationships kind of got ruined. It's hard to explain, but what happened was what always happens when some leader gets dethroned. In this case, this leader being Turbo, got kicked out and many kids thought it would be fun to throw their shot and try and do the same to Sam Dean, however, they weren't counting on how fucking sick her adviser is, this being Maya.

We Daybreakers knew, though. So we kept it to ourselves as we collected food and supplies, and now we're back in business. Everyone has their place, their part to play. Right now, I'm playing mine.

Apparently, people think I'm likable and social as well as creative and good-natured, so naturally, I had to be in a position where I get to convince leaders of other tribes to leave us alone. We trade things, usually clothing or Angelica's bright ideas, or- well, our medical supplies.

But the fucking jocks, dude. It's Maya's fault of course, I've been trying to make a deal for ages and they keep refusing all my offers because they insist is not enough. Because she insists is not enough, and Sam just agrees with her. I don't know what her plan is, but it certainly is my personal fucking hell.

So that's the reason I'm here, a new offer in my hands in hopes that I'll be able to go back to the mall with good news.

"Hi, Y/N," Sam smiles at me as if she hasn't turned down four of my offers already, "what do you have for us today?"

"Well," I rummage through the papers in my backpack, finding the notebook that contains all the deals I've made with all the tribes, "since you're not interested in the food or the medical supplies- without mentioning that your kids aren't interested in wearing something else besides their sports clothing-"

"It's comfortable," Mona replies dryly.

"...Sure," I sigh, "anyway, since none of those things are enough, I thought you might find the new update a bit more appealing."

Sam raises a brow, her smile unwavering.

"Go ahead."

"We finally managed to get the projectors working back in the movie theater," I say proudly, "and -word of the wise- Finders keepers. The cinema belongs to us."

"No way!" Sam says excitedly, straightening up in her chair.

"Yes," I admit, my tone unchanging, "we could allow you to use two rooms twice a week, as long as you stay away from our mall and our kids, obviously."

Sam bites her lip, though this time I'm a bit more certain she'll accept. No kid could ever deny to their tribe two nights at the movies. Bless Angelica and KJ for fixing the projectors and making the place run on solar panels.

Sam turns to look at Maya, who is lazily reading a magazine in the corner of the room. What an asshole. She raises her eyes with a careless stare, shrugging.

"We already have the American thingy going on-"

"But the movies, Maya!" Sam insists, "This could be good for the boys, it'd be a different way to deal with their emotions apart from the killing and the violence!"

Maya frowns, my smile remains the same cause now I know there's no excuse she can find to refuse our offer. I mean, it's the movies, who would say no to the movies?

"I suppose the food would be given by you?" She looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry?"

"The food, in the cinema?" She smirks. "We can't watch movies without food, that's what psychos do."

I clench my teeth, of course she was going to say that. She knows I can't just say yes, I can't give away things that are so valuable.

"I... could talk it over with the people in charge of the theater, see what we can do. We don't have that much food to give away, you know? I have to think of my tribe first."

Maya sneers at me but talks to Sam instead.

"You're the Queen," Maya replies, "it's up to you"

She sends a single deathly look in my direction before going back to her magazine. I look back at Sam and Mona, expectant. Sam stands up and holds out her hand for me to shake, I happily oblige, relieved about not having to come back here tomorrow.

"Oh! We do have a small petition, though," Sam adds once I let go of her hand.

I hold my breath, waiting for the worst.

"Yes?"

"It's nothing bad," She assures me. "We're doing a book of tribes here, for the future generations? And to keep things in order as well."

"That sounds... actually kinda cool. What is it about?"

"We send one of our boys to your tribe and you give them a little recap about who the leader is and what is it that you do, or if you have subdivisions and stuff. That way, if outsiders visit our city and want to stay, they can read the book and decide which tribes they want to apply to. You're allowed to say no, though. You're not obliged to appear in it, but we just thought it could be useful, and a nice way to create a legacy."

"That's so sweet," I beam at her, "you know, you really are a good leader"

"I try to be," She smiles.

"I'll talk about it with my tribe and I'll make sure to send our reply by the end of the week, is that cool?"

"Sure," Sam sits back. "Have a nice day, Y/N."

"Bye!"

I'm afraid to say it, but perhaps... things are going well?

God, I hope I'm not wrong.

Taglist.

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A/N: Dunno when will I post the next part, but I figure I’ll give you guys time to tell me whether if you still want to be part of the taglist (or if you want to be added, pls let me know!) 

[acefrogmonarch]

My Turn 2 :)

I decided to change how I set this up. Since Tumblr uses HTML coding, I can alter other things and don’t know how to work Tumblr yet so, why not? Might as well us my knowledge from school to do something cool. Italics are in English First | Here | Third | Fourth - Ao3

Alya entered the room phone in hand ready to get Marinette's first reaction since waking up. Marinette stilled against her restraints to see who it was.

"Where's our everyday ladybug~?" Alya pulled the curtain out of the way and looked at Marinette trying to wiggle her way out of bed. Only stopping at the sound of her friend.

Alya takes in the sight of her friend, alive and well. Her panting and frantic breathing looked like she was on the edge of a panic attack. "Alya! They said 5 weeks passed, IT DiDN't RigHt??!" Forgetting her phone and taking it away from her face, Alya answered her.

"No silly, 5 weeks haven't passed." Marinette smiles softly, visibly relaxing. Alya takes the seat next to her and fixes her pillow. Taking out her phone again, Alya framed in Marinette.

"Thank goodness!" Marinette laughs softly, her eyes shut slowly. "Hey wha about dat guy." Marinette's words slurred as her adrenalin withered away. 

Marinette flopped her head to look at Alya. Alya really shouldn't be recording this, it's too funny to see a delirious Marinette. "It's so peaceful Al, like, like if I died, I wouldn't notice." Marinette sounded so tired as she laid on the bed.

Stunned with new revelation Alya positioned her phone with Marinette in the background. Alya was supposed to make this a video for her parents. A small smile appeared on Marinette's face as she saw Alya's phone. "Oh hey there." Alya couldn't help but laugh as Marinette tried her hardest to wave with her restraints on. 

"Whelp, there you have it. Our everyday ladybug, safe and sound." Alya gave other snippets of information for Tom and Sabine, shutting her phone off. Alya turned to Marinette, pulling the blanket up. Marinette let a small 'Thank you' as Alya pets Marinette's hair, Alya slumps in her chair.

Marinette yawns and grumbles, mumbling more incoherent sentences to Alya. Alya yawns after Marinette and couldn't help but bask in the quiet peace next to her friend. Maybe Nino was right, maybe she wasn't who she was before Lila's stories.

Alya closed her eyes as she took in the heart rate monitor. It's mechanic melody soothing her into slumber.

Nino walks in 30 minutes later to check on the pair. "Some sleepover." Nino smiles at the pair and takes out his phone, snapping a photo.

Sitting at the edge of the bed looking at the two sleeping girls. Nino heard the door open to see Adrien come into the room. He looked at Marinette, the tears began to swelling in his eyes again. Moving to the other side, Adrien held her hand, clutching it for dear life.

"Mari." Adrien dropped to his knees and held her hand against his forehead. "I'm so sorry for not being there." Adrien let the tears flow and Nino didn't say anything. After all, Adrien was the one to carry her to the Ambulance that arrived on the scene.  

Marinette's parents were gone for the month for vacation. Marinette was staying with Nadja since she could take care of Manon if the chance arises. Marinette had also insisted that nothing would happen.

A day.

They weren't even gone for a day and this happened.

Some luck.

Anybody that knew Marinette sent flowers, get well cards and snacks like cookies and macarons. It filled her room up with gifts.

Nino was the one to tell Tom and Sabine, while Alya cleaned up the scene. Informing anyone that she will not be interviewing under any circumstances.

The hospital only let Adrien and Chloe enter with special privileges outside of visiting hours. Chloe and Marinette had gotten close when Lila was seating with Sabrine because Marc had transferred to the class.

The duo had brought out so much out of each other. The pair have been inseparable since; not even Hawkmoth could drive a wedge between them. Adrien ended up partnering with Max, and Nino ended up with Alya.

But that wasn't what brought them together, it was the school trip to an Aquarium a couple of months after that it sealed the deal. A little girl got scared by the shark's exhibit, Marinette had tried to calm her down and told her that the glass wasn't going to break.

A boy from her class had insisted that it would break if he touched it. Inching closer to the glass while the girl screams bloody murder. Chloe had been the one to dismiss the boy's claims.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. If you think that's true, you must be outta your mind." Marinette smiled and backed up Chloe. Scolding the boy about bullying the young girl from his class.

"Maybe you like her." Marinette teased the boy, he answered by running back to his class. The trio started to giggle at the boy's antics. Marinette and Chloe escorted the little girl giving her a balloon, saying goodbye and leaving her with a smile on her face, they returned to their peers.

Talking about marine life and Marinette's nonexistent crush on her best friend Adrien. Chloe stopped Marinette as they passed a pillar, leaning over Marinette spots Lila with Mylene's arms full of her things. "Careful with the roadkill Mari."

Marinette lightly smacked Chloe's arm and went up to Lila and Mylene. Lila smirked as she spotted Marinette. "Mari! My absolute favorite how you been?" The words purred out of her, it was weird, to say the least.

"Lila, we talked about this, no more using other people when you want to." Lila grins and wraps her arms around Marinette's waist and stopped her hands from going any further than there. "Then stop me." Marinette, in turn, raises an eyebrow and escapes out of her hold. "Only you can do that yourself."

Marinette turned to Mylene and grabbed some of the items from her arms and give it to Lila. Marinette's cold smile sends a small shiver down Mylene's back. "I'm just the guide." Lila groans and rolls her eyes at Marinette. "Yeah yeah, all that bullshit, you should be glad that you have a pretty face,"

Lila whispers the last few parts but Marinette caught them nonetheless and ponders on them. "What do you mean?" Lila whips around to face Marinette and quickly refutes her claim. "Nothing!" Quickly fleeing the scene, Marinette shrugs and turns back to see Chloe and her arms crossed across her chest. "You still don't see how she's a useless lesbian around you?"

Marinette swings her head to look at Chloe, in an inquiry. "Maybe not everyone is like you Chlo. Maybe your gaydar is broken?" Chloe hums in disapproval, walking in front of her as they go back to the entrance of the shark exhibit. "And you like Adrien." Marinette pauses in her step.

"Okay, I see your point. Maybe." Marinette leaps to meet face to face with Chloe. "And that's a big maybe," Chloe simpers, and gasp at her discovery. "I may finally be right about something you're not." Chloe's fist bumps into the air and dances in place. "Yes yes yes!" Chloe stops at a cough from Marinette.

"We're still in public Dancing Queen," Chloe smirks at her. "I don't care, I am the queen of this world and they all be groveling at my feet sooner or later." Marinette rolls her eyes and slightly shakes her head. "Uh-huh, sure Queenie." Marinette holds out her hand and Chloe hooks her arm on it.

"But I am getting thirsty, could you get me a smoothie~" Marinette giggles at the way Chloe drawn-out the word 'smoothie'. "Sure Bee." Marinette leads Chloe into the couches that are wrapped around an aquarium in the middle. The bright tropical coral and fish in the middle spur her into a drive. "Take some good photos for me, and don't let Sabrina do it."

Chloe grumbles to herself. "Whatever, it's not like I need her 24/7" Marinette smiles at her friend's determination to learn how to do things herself. "That's right, but I'm getting you that smoothie!" Chloe waves behind for Marinette, her phone in hand ready to take a picture.

Adrien was standing in line with Nino. Lost in each other's conversation, Marinette didn't bother to wave. "Hey, Mari." Turning at the source calling her name, she's surprised it's Alix. "Hey, Alix." Alix skates around Marinette as they talk. "Getting a smoothie for wifey?" Marinette nods at her. "Yeah, if you want you can go bring it with her when it's done." Alix skirts to a stop next to Marinette.

"Yeah, I was planning to. Thanks by the way for the custom Heelys." Marinette beams as Alix pops the wheels back in place. "No problem, it was a lot of fun to figure out the mechanics behind them!" Alix fixes her clothes. "Chloe isn't embarrassed to be with you if that's what you're worried about." Alix looks offended.

"I'm not worried!" Marinette places a shoulder on her and squeezes in reassurance. Walking up the line, they continue their conversation. "It's okay to worry about simple things like that." Alix calms down after that and nods. "I proudly show her around my family and they seem to like her too.

She's happier with us than back at home, it's better." Marinette sees the confusion and war waging in her mind. Skipping ahead in the line, Marinette stops and looks at faces Alix. "It's not healthy for either of you but if being with your family eases you both then it's okay, for now. Eventually, she has to come to terms with her father."

Alix releases the tension in her shoulder and face. "Yeah, yeah." Standing up tall Alix pops her Heelys out and skates around. "Never a slow moment with you huh." Alix smiles. "Yeah!" A fist bump in the air and Marinette finally see why Chloe acted so unladylike earlier. "You're a good influence on her."

Alix shuffles in place, in clear thought. "Some would argue it's the opposite." Marinette shakes her head, she opens her mouth to answer but is caught off guard at the question. "What would you like?" Marinette snorts at the untimely interruption. Alix parks next to her and leans on the counter. "An orange and Kiwi smoothie." Marinette takes out her wallet and pulls out 20 euros and pays for both drinks.

Alix takes both and starts to skate off. "Good luck." Marinette smiles and waves. She stops before she's out of sight. "You too." Marinette scrunches her face in disarray. "You too?" Marinette's questions is answered as a hand touches her shoulder.

Grabbing it and twisting her body to see who touched it, she's surprised to see Adrien. "Ugh, not this again." Adrien tilts his head at her demise. "Nothing heart-breaker." Adrien becomes more confused and Marinette laughs at his predicament. "I think people still think I'm still 'heartbroken' from you"

Marinette quotes herself at 'heartbroken' Adrien silently laughs at the irony. "Wow." They had indeed tried dating but it was quickly deteriorating their friendship and partnership.

Super Mega Best Friends were their title and they've been happier ever since. It was only for a week, but that proved to exhaust out both parties.

It was a long day of emotions after the trip. Lila mentioned that she'll give Marinette's friendship a chance. 'Win-win?' Marinette didn't seem to think so.

Some things became easier when it came to Lila. Her being more honest and sometimes lying. They only trusted Lila as far as they could throw her. Even if it was far, it didn't mean they couldn't throw her into the ground. Metaphorically speaking... Of course...

Right?

Regardless everyone was trying with Lila and that's someone ever needed. To try. Adrien may not have been the best person to try with but maybe Marinette will never find why Lila wanted Adrien in the first place.

Adrien had bargained no more secret once the secret was out. Marinette compiled 

Marinette promised to tell him in full detail about what went down between the two if they raced to the Eiffel tower. After the race, Marinette chose the edge near the corner, next to a support beam. His favorite spot.

Marinette couldn't tell Adrien for the longest time, and now she struggled to tell him anything at all. Quickly pushing the thought aside, she told him everything. After she was done, Marinette waited for his reaction.

Adrien stood up from his corner of the support beam and started pacing behind Marinette. "You should have exposed her! Why did you let me stop you." Angrily stomping with each step. Marinette giggled at the sight.

Shrugging, Marinette overlooks the city from her spot, the chilly Paris air soothing her and Adrien. "I still liked you at the point. Besides she's never getting you and that's more important than letting her get to me." 

Adrien huffed and sat at the edge of the tower. "We really shouldn't be discussing civilian stuff on patrol Chaton." Getting up, Ladybug took out her yo-yo and zipped through the city with her partner behind her. "Whatever you say, M'Lady." Mischief dripping off his words.

That was last week, before Grande Folle, everything was okay. Marinette and Chloe had a routine, more often than not it worked for them. Marinette had an excused if she was running late to school and no one wanted to deal with Chloe besides Sabrina and Adrien.

While Marinette helped with her studies and social skills. That meant hanging out after school and being in a public setting. At first, it was rocky, with Chloe refusing to enter any establishment that wasn't 5 stars.

Plans and plans of negotiation later, they found a compromise that suited both of them. One that needed a lot of work on the exterior but had great food and one that suited Chloe's 'exquisite' taste.

Yet somehow, after a while, they no longer went to another place that was upscaled after the first restaurant or cafe. Chloe blames it on the tight upscale service that no longer suited her taste. But they both knew the truth. Miraculous isn't, how someone could change if they let a couple of someones in their life.

After Granda Folle, Adrien wouldn't leave Marinette alone. It's a normal reaction "It'll wear off." she thought. But then it didn't, it just got worse and no one could get close to Marinette for weeks. The only ones to stop Adrien most of the time were Chloe and Nino. 

Adrien went as far as requesting to change his seat every day, somehow after lunch, Adrien would be seated next to Marinette.

Eventually, Ms. Bustier stopped trying to get Adrien away from Marinette and left them be. Everyone just kept assuming they were an item again, Adrien quickly put out that flame.

"I will tolerate Lila's shit, but not your guys need to put a label on us. We are friends and that's all." Adrien was looking at them, a warpath if anyone tried to refute. "How dare you try to romanticize us when we don't want to be."

Nobody wanted to face Adrien's wrath after that. Multiple "Sorry" escaped their lips sitting back down in their seats for the lesson to begin.

Sitting back down Adrien pestered Marinette to see if she was alright. At first, she appreciated the sentiment of her partner's concern then it came to being motherly and she wasn't having any of that and it stopped her and Chloe's get together.

The last time they went to a cafe Adrien kept snapping at the waiters and people that didn't leave, his fans couldn't even get close to him. After 2 weeks, Marinette was fed up and started evading him after class.

She let Chloe know in advance, of course. She wasn't that mean to her, they were friends after all. Ditching Adrien for the first time in 2 weeks, Marinette wonders around Boulevard Saint Germain. Stopping to help someone that was struggling with a customer in the cafe she stopped in. 

"Is there anything I can help with?" Marinette asked the customer only realizing that it was Royal Collin, otherwise known as Grande Folle. Marinette quickly hugged the man. Rambling off her relieve for his safety. Royal couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'm so sorry little miss, I didn't mean to hurt you after you did so much to help me." Royal hugs Marinette and the two fix Royal's order. Sitting at a table by the window. "I'm not mad at you for how you reacted, or for being hurt."

Marinette flexed her muscles and smiled at him, patting her bicep. "I'm tough enough." Royal smiled back and nodded his head and sipping his ginseng tea. "That's true," Royal looked out the window, turning back he noticed that Marinette was looking in her lap.  Peering at the Riverbank, taking in the peace. However long they have before something ruins it. "Is everything okay?"

Opting to tell him, she explained her worries about Adrien's recent actions and ranted about how some people didn't have an ounce of common sense in them to not ask about showing off her neck.

"I'm glad I have Adrien, I do appreciate him." Marinette swirled her cold coffee around the cup. "Really. I do." Pausing to let out a sigh, she resumed. "But that doesn't mean that I need to be protected every day of every hour of every minute." The frustration leaking out of her, accidentally crushing her cup at her friend's antics, she sighed again and finished her drink.

"Trust me when I say that he has helped me when I needed it, but I need to learn how to take care of things myself." Marinette's voice was slightly wavering, breaking Royal's heart, but her eyes showed so much more emotion than just sadness.

Marinette explained what incident she was talking about. Multiple times, Marinette was left to fend for her self when some assholes tried to get her to take off her bandage.

To close for comfort indeed. Adrien, Chloe, or Alix showed up before anything could happen but that only meant that she wasn't ready to deal with harassment or her 'condition' again.

Not long after that, she started wearing turtlenecks. She never wore them for too long, it often led to panic attacks and scratching her neck. She couldn't wear chokers and turtlenecks anymore and that disappointed her more than anything Akuma related.

"Alexa play despacito." Was his response, and Marinette couldn't help but laugh, she clutched her stomach in amusement. "Too good, oh my goodness! That was amazing!"

The moment was cut short as screams filled the air instead of laughter. "Ugh." Marinette couldn't help but be frustrated. "That's it." Marinette was going to talk to either Hawkmoth or that Akuma and knock some sense into them.

Marching up to them, Marinette glared up at the new Akuma. Royal called out to Marinette behind her to 'get away from the Akuma'. She did this every day, not so different out of the suit. Just more damage. "I'm pissed at you for interrupting my rant."

The Akuma stopped to look at the girl. Then the purple butterfly popped up and Marinette couldn't stop the grin.

"Fuck you, you coward!" Running out of the way, Marinette laughed as the Akuma roared behind her. The sound of a car being thrown from behind her making her look back. Skidding into an opening, Marinette yells for Royal to run away. Jumping in front of Royal as another car is thrown in her direction, she braces for impact.

 Chat Noir jumped in at the last second and stopped a car from hitting them. "I ToLD YoU TO Not GeT AwAy FrOM mE!!" Chat Noir scolded Marinette as he kept shielding her. "I was fine, besides I knew you'd have my back." Marinette teased back but Chat Noir wasn't having it.

"Come on Royal." Grabbing the older teen's arm, she dragged them away. The Akuma was distracted by Chat Noir, making the perfect escape. Shoving Royal into the subway, grabbing the railing in front of him. Royal looked up to Marinette just out of his reach.

Panicking Marinette elbowed her attacker's throat but they let go and hold her arms, turning she saw Chat Noir. "Don't worry civilian. I'll take her somewhere safe." Marinette gave an unimpressive arch eyebrow and shook her head lightly.

"Don't worry Royal, just get to safety." Chat Noir extends his pole, landing on in an alleyway. "Thanks, alley cat." Tikki floats above Marinette. “Akuma.” Marinette nods at her companion. “Right. Tikki. Spots on!”

The familiar flash of pink eloped the alleyway. "Let's get this show on the road Tomcat!" Ladybug takes out her yo-yo and flings herself up into the air, backflipping and launching out her yo-yo again to swing towards the Akuma.

"Ladybug." Turning at the new sound, Marinette found a man covered in a black suit with a cape. On his chest was a bat? The Woman next to him had with a lasso at her side, but she recognized that face. 'Mademoiselle Prince?' Her eyes widen at the realization.

That was all the Akuma needed as a distraction.

Flying through the air, Ladybug clutched her stomach, a gasp sharply left her as the pain registered. "Oh god." Chat Noir shouted but didn't go after her. "Ladybug?!" Ladybug lazily waved away in his general direction. 'Yeah, yeah, I hear you."

Clutching onto a nearby wall, Ladybug struggles to stand, sitting back down Ladybug looked at her partner. Fighting the Akuma as he disappears into the whiteness of the sky.

Marinette's mind was racing as she struggled to see or hear surroundings, but couldn't compel her body to move, the ringing in her ears rising. "Great, I'm panicking.' 

"We have to get you out of here, M'Lady." Ladybug couldn't hear anything anymore.

Not going to retag because they probably already looked at this.

[msjr0119]

The Greatest Show

This Is Me

A new series- all chapters are based on each song from ‘The Greatest Showman’

Characters belong to Pixelberry except MC - Amber Smith-Beaumont- this chapter also includes a Perfect Match/TRR crossover

Warnings: Swearing, sarcasm 😉, smut

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******

Amber ran to her room, wanting to ignore Madeleines malicious attitude- she couldn’t help but wonder if they were lies. When her mother moved away once she reached 18, she often spoke about people in Cordonia- one being the Beaumont’s but the other being Jackson, now known as Jackson Walker- Drakes father.

“Do you miss Cordonia?”

“I miss our family especially Barthelemy. I was also close to a handsome man called Jackson- he was the main kings guard. He was very nice- supportive with anyone, a family man. I heard that he tragically died leaving behind his wife and two children. Amber. I will never stop you from seeing your family. I know the Beaumont’s come here, but if you ever want to go back- that is your choice.”

“No thank you. If the other nobles are like Bertrand, my ass is staying right here in New York.”

Picking up the landline in her room, she dialled the number that she had memorised over the years.

“Hello?”

“Amber! How are you?”

“I need to come home soon. I need answers about my life. Answers about my father.”

“Why?”

“Because I think I’ve slept my brother. Please. I’ll let you know when I’m returning.”

Hanging up she laid back in bed, her mind running overtime. Hearing the knocking at the door- the familiar voices, she remained silent. Ignoring them, she felt rude- but right now she just wanted to be on her own.

Waking up the next morning Amber wanted to believe that last night was just some awful nightmare - seeing the sunshine through the window, she decided to make herself a cup of coffee and sit on the balcony. Opening the doors, she felt that cool Lythikos air. Sparking up the cigarette, she took a long drag.

“Morning. So you’re a social smoker too?”

“Jesus Drake! What are you doing up? Yes I am, when the occasion calls for it - just don’t tell Bertrand.”

“Well that’s what people tend to do in the morning- get up. Hmm, I can’t promise that I won’t tell him.” Turning around to finally face him, she admired his body. Noticing her gawking, and the ash falling off her cig in slow motion- he needed to gain her attention.

“Amber! You’re going to inform Bertrand that you smoke yourself if you burn yourself.”

Shit. Standing up, he walked over to the edge of his balcony.

“Are you okay? We all came up to see you, but you must have been asleep.”

“I’m fine.” Providing him with a half hearted smile, she looked down towards the floor not wanting to elaborate the conversation. “Amber there’s something you should know.”

“Drake, I already know.”

“I don’t think you do. I’m coming over to your room.”

“I’m fine. I don’t want to talk about it or Madeleine. Just go and put some clothes on you’re making me feel cold.” Drake walked back into his room, she was feeling relieved but also slightly disappointed. Before she knew it, he was climbing over the ledge.

“Drake! You’re going to break your neck!”

“Are you going to let me in if I knock on your door?”

“No.”

“Well then, I guess I’m risking breaking my neck.” Amber stood up wondering if he was bluffing, her heart was jumping out of her chest. What would the news headlines be?

Secret love child has affair with her half brother, then is the reasoning behind his sudden death.

Winking at her as he landed on her balcony, she felt as if she could breathe again.

“See. No broken neck. But if I did break it it would be your fault.”

“Oh really? I told you that I didn’t want to talk.”

“Stop being stubborn. Madeleine lied. Your father isn’t who you think he is, but he isn’t my father.”

“How do you know that?”

“Your Uncle Barthelemy is your father. Maxwell hasn’t told Bertrand yet.”

“What? I need to go.”

“Maxwell isn’t here, if that’s where you was going. He’s gone back to Ramsford.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m so sorry. Barthelemy should have been honest with everyone.”

“That’s not the problem....” Drake looked at her puzzled. “If Bertrand and Maxwell suddenly die, Ramsford is mine. Oh god. I can’t be noble. I can’t be a Duchess.” Drake burst out laughing, she reminded him so much of him.

“It’s not funny Drake!”

“Sorry but it is. Maxwell is like an alley cat- he has a hundred lives, I wouldn’t worry too much. Besides you’d be the most beautiful Duchess in Cordonia.” Shit, I want him. Now that he’s told me the truth. We’re not related. Phew! Stop gawking at him Amber.

“I think Olivia would disagree. At least my title would be higher than miss broken nose barbie.”

“Olivia is going to be Queen, she won’t care about the Duchess status any longer. You need to get ready, we’re all due out on the ice in an hour.”

“Great.” She said with a lack of enthusiasm.

“What’s up can’t you skate?”

“Babe, I’d skate circles around you. I’m like a professional figure skater. Don’t believe me you’ll have to come and watch.”

“Any other talents you’d like to confess?”

“Plenty. Apart from showering.”

“Well it’s not hard to have a shower.”

“But I may need some help scrubbing my back.”

“You’ll have to ask someone else. You told me to get dressed remember.”

“That’s a shame. See ya around Drake.” Walking into the bathroom, she purposely left the door open. Drake gulped as he saw her naked, natural instinct led him to follow her.

“Is the water warm enough?”

“Not quite. I thought you was going.”

“I thought you needed help, scrubbing your back.”

“I do. But I think you’re slightly overdressed Mr Walker.” Stepping into the shower, the water was cascading down Ambers body. Feeling his eyes watching her, she wondered what he was thinking. Washing her hair, her eyes closed as she rinsed off the shampoo, before rubbing the shower gel over her body in a seductive manner. Opening her eyes, she turned to see Drake slip off his clothes, and boxers before joining her. Taking the shower gel, he rubbed it in to her back- feeling his erection against her she sighed. Turning to face him, the droplets that did nothing but accentuate his strong frame, glistened down his arms and trickle down his chest. Placing her hands around his neck, she kissed him on the lips. It started as an innocent gentle kiss, before becoming passionate. Their lips melted into one- his tongue slid across her bottom lip, her mouth opened slightly- giving him permission to enter it into her mouth. Their tongues battled against each other as if their life depended on it. His arms gripped around her waist tighter, as he pressed her against the wall. Feeling his hard cock in between her parted legs, she knew she couldn’t hold off any longer. Drake placed kisses along every inch of her body, before sucking and licking one nipple, whilst his other hand squeezed her bottom. “Oh Drake...” hearing her moan his name, he lightly traced her entrance with his fingers before inserting them. His fingers moved rhythmically inside her whilst his thumb circled her clit. Increasing his speed as he pumped her, she couldn’t contain the pleasure. “Enjoying that baby?” “Yes, but it’s your turn now.” Before he knew it, Amber removed his fingers from her, bending down she grabbed his dick and guided it towards her mouth. A moan escaped his lips immediately, leaning himself against the wall, he closed his eyes. “Amber, you.... you’re amazing baby.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she traced her tongue along his long length. Her lips formed a tight grip around the tip of him, taking him deeper with each movement. Drake tangled his calloused hands in her hair, before encouraging her to stop. “I want you Amber, you’re so beautiful.” “I’m all yours handsome.” Guiding his cock towards her entrance; he kissed her. “Turn around, and bend over.” Amber did as he said, before thrusting into her in one movement. Feeling her walls tighten against him, he loved feeling her. Placing his palms flat against the shower wall for extra support, he increased his speed, he loved their instant connection- eventually spilling his hot seed into her. Removing his penis- Amber stood up, turning to face him. They both smiled at each other, holding each other whilst their eyes locked. Sharing one last kiss, they both got out of the shower. Drake towel dried Amber.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that Beaumont?”

“It’s Smith- Beaumont.” She winked at him whilst smirking.

“Whatever, beautiful. Come on, you’ve delayed us enough.”

“Ditto!” Placing a kiss on his cheek, Drake had never felt more happy than this moment in time.

*****

Drake arrived at the frozen lake, usually he wasn’t interested in this activity when they came to Lythikos- however he couldn’t prevent looking at Amber skating. She wasn’t lying when she said she could skate.

“Pick ya jaw up Walker.”

“She told me she could skate, I thought she was lying. She’s really good.”

“Is this the first time in Lythikos that you may actually join in? I mean you’re smiling. I don’t think that any of us have seen you smile this much.” Liam joined in winding the situation up.

“I smile.”

“Barely. Why don’t you go to her for some lessons?”

“No it’s fine. I’m enjoying watching someone outshine Olivia. Besides I’ve spent time with her today.”

“When?” Leo and Liam both asked in unison.

“Just before we came here. I jumped onto her balcony. We talked....”

“And.....” Leo was eager for some new court gossip.

“We had a shower.”

“You mean you had sex in the shower. Jesus Drake. What is this girl doing to you? You’re like a whole new man.”

“Oh this is interesting.”

“What do you want?” The men all snapped at Madeleine. Kiara shortly following behind.

“Both commoners sleeping together, sounds about right. I wonder what would happen if this news was to leak? How could you do that to Kiki, Drake?” Leo noticed Kiara’s face drop, he could see the heartache she was going through. He knew Drake had been honest with her, not leading her on in any way, but Madeleine wasn’t helping the situation.

“How’s the nose? Because I’ll gladly finish Ambers job off!” Leo snapped at his ex fiancée, he hated her with a passion.

“Oh darling. You love me really. You did choose me after all, before you decided to go awol. If your brother had any sense he would pick me too.”

“Heh you wish Countess. I’m going to join Olivia and Amber. You coming Li? Drake?”

They all gathered on the lake, Olivia was annoyed with Amber- secretly wishing she could skate like she did.

“So you weren’t lying then.” Drake said, as he skated up towards her- placing his arms around her waist.

“Why would I lie about that? What is she doing here?”

“Just ignore her. She’s already started. She overheard me talking to Liam and Leo. They all know we’ve slept together. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want to know how she responded. She’s horrible. I hate her. Leo had a lucky escape.”

“That he did. I wanted to ask you before, what did Olivia leave us for a surprise?” Smirking at him, she knew his eyes would widen.

“How about you come to my room when we get back to the palace later? And you’ll see. We can Netflix and chill.” Drake laughed, knowing that he was the one who explained to her what that phrase meant. Feeling his cock get harder thinking about it, he couldn’t wait to leave Lythikos.

“It’s a date! I’ll bring whiskey too. Amber, I... I’m starting to fa....”

“Bonjour! Lady Amber I’m impressed with your skating skills. Fantastique.”

“Thank you Lady Kiara.. I can teach you if you’d like?” Drake shot her a look, Amber responded by shrugging her shoulders.

“Merci, but I don’t think I’d be able to do it. If Lady Hana Lee had of joined the social season you’d both be in competition.”

“Maybe. Myself and my best friend Riley always go skating back home. Daniel our other friend always falls over. It’s funny. But the offers still there Lady Kiara. Drake, I’ll see you later. I’m going to talk to princes.” Don’t you dare fucking leave me Amber! Walking away, she laughed at Drake feeling awkward.

“How many times have you slept with her? What does she have that I don’t?”

“For a start she doesn’t constantly speak in a different language all the time. We’ve slept together more than once Kiara, not that it’s any of your business. You need to move on. I’m not interested, I’ve always been honest with you.”

“When she goes back to New York, Maybe you could think about us?” Drake shook his head. “Goodbye Kiara, I’ll see you back at the palace.”

*****

Everyone arrived back at the palace, they were all exhausted after ice skating and skiing. Much to Ambers disappointment, an impromptu ball had been arranged by King Constantine before his favourite event took place the following morning- The Royal regatta.

Drake knocked on Ambers door an hour before the ball was due to take place.

“Hey. You look handsome in your suit.”

“Why aren’t you dressed? I’m surprised Maxwell hasn’t dragged you down to the boutique yet.”

“I’ve got plenty of dresses. He’s still at Ramsford with Bertrand anyway. I want to show you something. Come in.” Drake walked in as Amber locked the door, she asked him to sit on the bed whilst she got dressed in the bathroom.

“Drake Walker? Are you ready?”

“Ready for what? Whatever you’ll wear you’ll look gorgeous.”

“Close your eyes.” Drake did as she asked, hearing her near him- he was intrigued as to why she asked him to do it.

“Open them.”

“Holy shit!” Amber was wearing a silky baby doll lingerie, the bralette showing off her assets- whilst the loose fitting skirt provided easy access for roaming hands.

“What do you think? Liv is one kinky bitch isn’t she?”

“You are going to have to take that off, because if not we aren’t going to make it to the ball.”

“Well we have just under an hour. I’m yours if you want me.”

“You’re killing me here Amber! I can’t resist you.”

“Don’t then. What did you want to say before Kiara interrupted us by the way?”

“I’m starting to fall for you. And you wearing this... god. I’m starting to like Olivia. Come here.” Amber straddled him, feeling his erection rub against her.

“Shall I put Netflix on?” She winked at him. “I’m starting to fall for you too.”

After sleeping with each other again, they both quickly got dressed for the ball. “Would you like to be announced into the ballroom together? Fuck what anyone thinks.”

“I’d love to.” Linking arms, they both walked towards the ballroom. God I’m one lucky bastard having her in my arms.

Sir Drake Walker, Lady Amber Smith-Beaumont

*****

Bastien stood in the corner, people watching. Noticing Drake and Amber together, his usual stern expression changed into a soft smile. Jackson always spoke fondly of Ambers mom to him, and Bastien knew that Jackson would approve of the blossoming romance between the two of them. He was knocked out of his people watching trance, when another guard tapped him on the shoulder.

“Sorry to disturb you, but someone is here demanding to see you and Lady Amber. “

“Is it important? Have you done a security check on this person?”

“No. They said you know of them.”

“Okay, take my place.” Bastien walked out of the ballroom, noticing the man he shook his head smiling.

“What are you doing here?”

“Bast, long time no see. I’m here on business. I need to see Amber Smith- Beaumont.”

*****

Drake left Amber, to go and talk to the men. Kissing her on the cheek, she blushed. “Sneak into my room later, bring that sexy underwear.” “Of course Sir Walker. Only for your eyes.”

Amber spoke to Olivia, before being interrupted by the three witches.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the court whore!” Madeleine snapped, Olivia jumped- becoming panic stricken, paranoid that Maddy was referring to her.

“What do you want? I’ll accept all of your insults Countess. So do carry on. When the sharpest words wanna cut me down. I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out. I am brave, I am bruised. I am who I'm meant to be, this is me. I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies. This is me.”

“You think you’re so clever don’t you amber. We don’t want you here. None of us. You’ll soon break down. You need to hide away. Runaway. You don’t belong here. You’re just a freak. A love child.”

“Technically I do belong here! I’m a Beaumont. I’ll be heir to Ramsford if anything happens to my brothers.”

“You’re a slut, like your mother was!” Madeleine screamed, gaining attention from all the guests.

“Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. My mother may have been a ‘slut’, but you don’t know her. Or my father for that matter. You do know they married each other right? Oh no silly me, you didn’t know that gossip did you Maddy?”

“Madeleine leave her alone now!”

“Suddenly the Duchess pipes up, shall we spill your little secret whilst we are at it? You’re both sluts. Neither of you will be queen.” Olivia’s heart began to race ten to the dozen.

“Madeleine enough!” Regina interrupted the women, providing sorrow in her eyes towards Amber and Olivia.

“You are making a scene. Carry on and I will escort you out!”

“Don’t worry your Majesty. I’m leaving anyway. Come on girls.” Amber turned to face Liv, smirking. “High five to my fellow ‘slut’ Olivia.”

“Shut up! She’s just jealous Amber, ignore her.”

“Lady Amber, May I have a word in private please?” Bastien escorted Amber out of the ballroom. Liam, Leo and Drake followed- wondering what was happening.

“Amber, it’s so nice to finally meet you. You are a very hard woman to find.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a private detective. A friend of yours from New York is very concerned about your whereabouts. As far as I can see, you are doing just fine and this has been a waste a time.”

“Who is this friend? What is your name?” Assuming it was Daniel who was concerned about her- she felt guilty not communicating with him before throwing her SIM card away. Beginning to panic, Bastien placed a comforting arm on her shoulder- providing reassurance that she was safe.

“Brett is worried about you. My name is Nazario. Damien Nazario.” Amber began to panic with the mention of his name. Damien noticed fear form in her eyes, she had forgotten all about Brett whilst she was with Drake- now she was wondering if she was in danger.

“Amber. I knew he was full of bullshit when he hired me. I did my research using your surname, and it led me here. Let’s call this a vacation rather than work.”

“He’s going to come after me isn’t he?”

“Not if I can help it. I’ll say I couldn’t find you. I don’t care about the pay packet. I spoke to your friends Daniel and Riley. They confirmed my suspicions about him. From what I’ve heard, he’s an abuser. My dear old friend Bast says you are safe here, you have got family and friends here.”

“As well as enemies. Are Daniel and Riley okay? He hasn’t hurt them has he?”

“No. Riley was very helpful. She is a wonderful young lady. A true friend. She said if he touched her she would and I quote ‘knock him out’. They are worried about you too, maybe give them a call. Riley explained to me how she would travel the world looking for you.”

“Is everything okay?” Liam finally spoke after the men watched the interaction from a distance.

“Ah Prince Liam, it’s so nice to see you again. Not that you knew I was following you in New York.” Damien said, before laughing with Bastien. “When Leo abdicated, the two of you visited the states and refused for Bastien to accompany you, he contacted me to follow the two of you.”

“So you were the mysterious person following us around. I guess it was father who did this to us, and you wonder why I abdicated Li.”

“Yes, the apparent goody two shoes prince had your bad influence rubbed on to him Leo.” Damien smirked.

“What do you mean? He was with me the whole time?”

“That’s what you think. He stayed in New York for a few days, staying in a hotel, sneaking out on dates with a commoner. They even went to the Statue of Liberty late at night. I knew the two of you could never be together Liam, but I could see you cared for each other. The way you both looked at each other, you could have been more secretive if you ask me.”

“Woah Li, you sly dog. What was her name?” Liam remained silent thinking about the one who got away. Ever since he was younger, he knew he had to marry someone with some nobility. But his time in New York, he had fallen in love with the stranger. Leaving her made his heart sink, deep down he did love Olivia too. Once the contact with the stranger abruptly stopped, he had grown to the fact that Olivia would be his Queen. Keeping to the promises- the Million Dreams, that he had originally made with the Duchess.

“Can I borrow someone’s phone please? To ring my friends.” Amber interrupted, Drake held onto to waist and offered her his phone.

“Do you even know their numbers?”

“Yes, they are my best friends. My only friends.” Drake smiled as she dialled the first number. Amber couldn’t hear properly due to the bad line- putting it on loud speaker, she hoped that they would answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe.”

“Amber! Where the hell are you? Brett is looking for you! He’s hired a private detective, I saw him at Liberty the other day, with a blonde in his arms. I was ready to kill him....”

“Brooks calm down. I don’t care about him. I split up with him the other day.”

“You did what? Well why the hell has he hired a private detective?”

“Riley, I honestly don’t know?” Brooks, Riley. It’s her, she’s friends with Amber. Shit.

Riley was covering for her friends Daniel and Amber at work. Amber was in hospital after suffering abuse from her boyfriend- again. Daniel had a date. He practically begged Riley to cover for him, practically crying. Agreeing to do the shift, she was grateful that the bar was quiet. Sat on the bar, scrutinising through her social media- she jumped as the doors open. The man with the piercing blue eyes walked over towards her, she smiled softly at him as she jumped off the bar.

“Hi, what can I get ya?” Liam couldn’t focus, his mouth was open but the words didn’t want to escape from his mouth.

“Hello? Are you okay?” Riley waved her hands in front of the stranger.

“Hello. Sorry. Could I have a scotch please?”

“Sure. Coming up.” She paused. “So you’re not from around here.”

“No. I live in a small Mediterranean country. I was visiting with my brother who has moved away. I told him I was going home, but I’ve fallen in love with the city. I’m not ready to go home just yet there’s so much more to see. I did want to visit the Statue of Liberty”

“I see. Well once you visit New York, you do fall in love with it. Unless your a New Yorker born and bred. It gets a bit tedious after a while. I can show you around if you want? Take you to see her?”

“You’d do that for me? You don’t know me.”

“My friends have ditched me. Well one has. The other one is in hospital yet again, her boyfriends an arsehole. I have no other plans. My names Riley. But at times my friends call me by my surname Brooks.”

“Nice to meet you. My names Liam. Liam Rhys.” As promised Riley called in some favours, and took him to the Statue of Liberty after she had closed up the bar.

“So what do you think?”

“Magnificent. I’ve heard that art has a meaning because of what it makes the viewer feel.....” Riley was in awe of how Liam spoke so freely. “And right now, looking at this view with you, I feel like anything is possible. Thank you for this moment, Riley. This feeling.. this means so much more to me than you could ever know.”

“Liam.....” Riley locked eyes with his, matching baby blues. Liam pulled her closer to him, tilting her chin upwards he gently kissed her on the lips.

Coming out of his trance, he noticed Amber was still on the phone to Riley. Not knowing what had got in to him, he snatched the phone out of her hand.

“Riley!”

“Who the fuck is this? Put Amber back on.”

“It’s me, Liam.”

[nyxdelanuit]

A Dream In Red Ch12

A03

You watched in awe as Mina emptied her seemingly never-ending bag on your living room floor. Extension cords littered the ground as she meticulously began plugging in several hair styling tools.

“Mina, why do we need a flat iron and a curler?” She looked over at you and rolled her eyes. “Is that a crimper? Is this like a 90’s themed party?” She shushed you with a giggle as she set up the remainder of her tools, making sure all the hot tools were set up away from the questionably flammable carpet.

Once she deemed everything ready, she nodded and jumped up. “Time to go through your clothes.” The look in her eyes caused a shiver to run down your back, and you reluctantly moved to follow her to your room. You surrendered yourself to being her project at this point. You swear she had you try on at least half of your wardrobe and you were starting to worry more about being able to clean up the mess rather than your nerves about the party.

It seemed like ages before Mina finally decided on an outfit. It included some of your favorite pieces, but you still felt a bit more exposed than you would usually go for. Your cleavage was on display and you felt the nip of air skating across your upper thigh. As you worried the fringe of your hem, Mina tossed a pair of thigh highs. As you slipped them on, the illusion of being more covered calmed you down.

“Okay, now we’re going to do the pickup test. Turn around and act like you’re picking up something from the ground.” Mina ordered. You complied quickly, bending over in front of her. “Good, nothing ripped and nothing slipped. Come on, we gotta get your face looking as banging as your body!” You constantly wondered where Mina got her boundless energy. You sat yourself down on the carpet of your living room. “Get started on your foundation and stuff, I’ll be right back.” You nodded toward your pink friend as she rushed to the bathroom. As you waited for your foundation to finish drying, Mina bounded out of the bathroom in a skin-tight, blood-red body con dress. She threw a towel over your chest before seating herself in front of you. “In case of fallout.” She explained. Your hair was thrown back in a headband as Mina descended upon you, bright eyeshadow palettes clutched in her hands.

A half-hour of prodding and painting, straightening and curling and damn near losing an eye to a mascara wand and she deemed you ready. You were contoured and highlighted, smokey eyes and wine-colored lips. Paired with Mina’s outfit, you barely recognized yourself in the mirror. A burst of confidence you hadn’t experienced before thrummed in your veins. “Mina, I love it.” You threw your arms around her, nearly causing her to drag mascara over her cheek. Mina grinned at you, capping her mascara and placing a peck on the crown of your expertly done hair.

“It’s no problem baby girl, I just want you to feel like the queen you are tonight.” The clock caught her eye and she winced. “Speaking of, I should be heading over there to help set up.” She quickly turned off all of her tools and unplugged them before skittering off towards the door. “I’ll pick everything up tomorrow, and I’ll text you the direction’s to Sero’s place. Thanks, girl!” She flung your door open, nearly running into the burly chest placed outside of it, hand raised to knock on the door.

Mina maneuvered around Bakugou, catching you with a questioning look before running off. “Oh hey, what’s up Bakugou?” A subtle dusting of pink littered his cheeks as he stared at you. He quickly cleared his throat and you could taste the bitter chocolate of his nervousness cover your tongue. You found yourself approaching him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder.

“You look good.” He grumbled, not taking his eyes off of you. Even in his nervousness, he was determined. It was the last thing you had expected him to say.

“T-thank you. Mina did a really good job, huh?” You felt your flush climbing your face. He shook his head.

“No, dumbass. It’s just you.” He finally tore his eyes from you and grabbed your hand from his shoulder. “I came to make sure you get some good food before the stupid party. Those dumbasses never have good food and too much to drink.” A soft smile graced your face as you followed him from the dorm.

The two of you walked off of campus, the dying sun of the late afternoon setting the streets on fire. Trailing behind him, you got a chance to really look at him. Black jeans and clean converse, a partially tucked in button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Even his hair looked purposeful. You were sure he didn’t put in this much effort for one of Mina’s parties regularly. He glanced over his shoulder and you sped up to match his stride. Side by side, you walked in silence. It wasn’t intimidating, like how you imagined when you first met him. It was almost comfortable, but the remnants of his nerves sat stale on your tongue.

“So what are we getting?” He was leading you to a part of town you had yet to explore, all side streets and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. The rational part of your brain told you that you shouldn’t be this far out with someone you’ve only known for a week, but you couldn’t help but feel at ease with your new friends- even Bakugou. He merely replied with a grunt. “Are you okay? I can’t help but notice you’re a little nervous.” You felt a bit embarrassed admitting that. Bakugou stopped and tugged on your arm, making you face him.

“You. You make me nervous. Not like I couldn’t beat your ass if I wanted to. This is different, but I’m not just going to ignore it. I’m gonna get over it.” The determination in his carmine eyes almost seemed to burn through you. The color spread over his cheeks as he waited for you to say something. The words stuck in your throat, so you simply nodded. With that, he continued forward, pulling you along by the arm.

The two of you ducked into a small restaurant, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the usual Friday hot spots around town. You slid into a booth away from the cool breeze of the door, and Bakugou continued to the counter.

As you waited, you pulled out your phone, desperate for something to fiddle with. All of your friends were getting ready for the party, so you mindlessly scrolled through social media. It was a bit melancholy, looking at the pieces of life that your former friends posted. You hadn’t seen or heard from anyone other than Inasa in so long. Maybe you should reach out now that you know he probably intimidated so many of them out of your life.

Before you could get too invested in your moping, Bakugou returned to the table and set a plate of barbecued skewers in front of you. Thankfully Mina had put a lip stain on you, so you weren’t worried about eating your lipstick along with the food in front of you.

“Thank you Bakugou!” The scent of spice hit you like a truck, and you were nervous to try the food.

“Don’t worry, princess. Yours are sweet. I don’t think I’ve seen you eat any spice.” You let out a quick sigh and shot him a big smile before picking up a skewer and taking a bite. You saw Bakugou smirk at you as you realized how hungry you were.

The two of you finished your food quickly. Bakugou made you eat an extra helping of rice, saying you would need something to help soak up anything you drank tonight. Then the two of you set out once again. Bakugou grabbed your hand forcefully, trying to act like it was a normal occurrence. You felt the jolt of adrenaline from Bakugou and couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face.

After a few minutes of walking, you looked around, recognizing some of the landmarks around you. “Hey Bakugou, I don’t think we’re going the right way.” You took out your phone with your free hand, looking over the directions Mina gave you.

“We’re not going there yet. I thought you might like to see a park around here.” He spoke softly, or as soft as Bakugou could get. Sure enough, a spacious park came into view moments later. He slowed down considerably once the two of you entered the park, but kept a hold of your hand.

Kirishima was hyped. Mina’s parties were by no means rare, but tonight would be the first one that you would be at. The thought of you caused feelings to bubble up from him, spreading across his chest warmly. He remembered the feeling of your hands in his hair and decided against gelling it up. A Simple bun would work for him tonight. He frowned at his ever-growing roots but continued on. He wanted to make an impression tonight. Ripped, dark jeans hung on his hips as he browsed his shirts, settling on a weathered Crimson Riot shirt and one of his favorite soft flannels. He could almost see the way you would cuddle up against the material. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows before considering himself in the mirror. It was the best he could do short of inviting Mina over to dress him, but he didn’t have that kind of time. The sun was inching towards the horizon and everything would be starting soon.

He rushed to Sero’s apartment in record time, barely stilling his rushing thoughts and nervous heart before rapping on the door and walking in. He put on his most dashing smile- he practiced in the mirror- and he greeted the house.

And you weren’t there. Mina and Sero greeted him warmly, sat on Sero’s couch. Kaminari called out from the kitchen, but you weren’t there.

“I thought Y/N was coming with you, Mina?” She quickly shook her head, curls bouncing.

“Nah, I had to come put the finishing touches on the party! It was weird though, I went to leave and Bakugou was there. He never just shows up.” Curiosity danced in Mina’s dark eyes. At least Kirishima wouldn’t be worried, nothing would happen with Bakugou around. He probably just stopped for some food or something.

Kirishima sat down next to Sero, mindlessly munching on the snacks laid out on the coffee table in front of him.

“So… Y/N.” Mina said, not to anyone in particular.

“Yeah, how weird right? Cute girl swoops in, day one of college. By day two, we’re all wrapped around her pretty little finger.” Kaminari finally emerged, an awful concoction of alcohol nestled in his hands. He sat across from Kirishima, smirking at him.

“Even Kirishima. Ya know, we were starting to think you had the hots for Bakugou or something. I don’t remember the last time you got this riled up over someone.” Sero nudged Kirishima with his elbow, a friendly grin on his face. Kirishima felt a bit bashful at this, but he knew his friends were just bantering.

“You two would look so cute together though!” Mina whined, pouting like a toddler, making Kirishima chuckle. A knock at the door stopped the conversation, and he watched it excitedly. Purple curls popped through the door, and Kirishima’s smile drooped.

“Don’t look so happy to see me. Hope it’s no problem I crashed the party. Kaminari invited me.” Shinsou walked into the apartment lazily, followed by Tetsutetsu. Mina and Sero smiled at Shinsou, and Mina directed him around the apartment quickly.

After Shinsou had transferred into their class, most of the Bakusquad had grown close to him. The only one that he never got along with was Bakugou himself, but they finally got to the point where it wasn’t an all-out brawl whenever they all hung out. Shinsou had decided against going to UA again, picking a place that was closer to his apprenticeship.

“Why so blue, Rocky?” They had all settled themselves into seats, intent on catching up. Shinsou couldn’t help but notice the eternally optimistic Kirishima wasn’t focused on much more than the door.

“He’s probably just waiting for Y/N!” Kaminari cheered, already a bit tipsy from his experiment. Shinsou quirked his eyebrow. Looking for an answer, he turned to the group’s gossip.

“Mina, I’m a bit wounded that someone new was around and I didn’t get the memo.” Shinsou quipped.

“Oh! It completely slipped my mind!” Mina cheered before catching Shinsou up on the last few days you had spent with the group. Sero interjected a few times, keeping her stories from becoming too embellished, and Kaminari kept talking about how cute she was.

“Even Bakugou?” Shinsou questioned, at the end. Mina nodded excitedly. “And no one has swept her up yet?” His eyes glanced over to Kaminari and then to Tetsutetsu.

“No!” Mina was whining again and made puppy dog eyes at Shinsou.

“I really like her,” Kirishima said, softly. The hyper back and forth quieted down as they looked toward Kirishima. “I mean it. I feel different with her, in a good way.” His face was unusually serious and he couldn’t bring himself to look up from the table.

“Okay, so she’s off-limits.” Kirishima looked up at that point, staring at Kaminari. “You don’t get interested in people that easily. If you really like her, who would I be if I tried to get with her?” Tetsutetsu nodded enthusiastically next to him.

“It just wouldn’t be manly!” Kirishima grinned up at his friends.

And then the door opened. You stood in the doorway, Bakugou’s arm draped casually over your shoulder.

“Well, that’s unexpected.” Shinsou spoke softly.

You were definitely late for the party. Stars were already sprinkled throughout the night sky as you approached Sero’s neighborhood. A violent shiver ran through you with the night’s wind. Bakugou slowed and threw an arm around you, tucking you into his heat. You had barely spoken to him since you were in the park. All of it was oddly intimate. He led you into a building silently, ushering you into the elevator. He walked briskly through the halls and stopped in front of a door. You were hoping to ready yourself, but he threw the door open.

You waved to your friends from the door and walked in.

“Sorry I’m late! Bakugou took me out to eat and I-” It hit you violently. A swirling cocktail of emotion, tasting sour like bile on your tongue. “I’m sorry we’re late?” Your eyes flittered over to Mina, desperate. You didn’t know what was wrong.

Mina quickly broke the silence in the room. “Girl! We were just wondering where you were. Lemme show you around.” She jumped from her spot on the couch, earning a bit of a pout from Sero. You saw a guy with lavender hair move toward Kirishima and whisper something in his ear. Before you could question it, Mina led you to the kitchen.

“Alright girl, what are we drinking?” Kaminari slid into the kitchen.

“May I suggest the Kaminari special?” He waggled his eyebrows before shoving his cup into your hands.

“No way dude, we’re not trying to kill her.” Mina quickly removed the cup, placing it on the counter. Kaminari pouted and retrieved his cup, moving around to refill it.

“Well, I don’t really know what to get.” You looked over all the bottles, “Usually I only go out with ‘Nasa and he orders my drinks…” Mina pouted at you but quickly recovered. She opened the fridge and pulled out a small bottle, quickly mixing up a drink for you.

“Here ya go, Malibu and OJ. Sweet and smooth, just like you.” She winked at you and urged you to take a sip. You shot her a thumbs up, you would have to be careful with this drink. It barely tasted like liquor.

Once you returned to the living room, everything seemed to have calmed down. Bakugou had seated himself in an armchair in the corner, a beer already in his hand. You scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. Kirishima nudged Sero over, making space next to him. “Here ya go Princess, your spot.” He grinned, calling back to the first day you spent with him. You smiled and nestled into the spot.

“Oh no, my spot is taken! Whatever shall I do? Oh no, I guess I have to sit on Sero.” Mina called out in a mocking tone. She slid into the narrow gap between Sero and the arm of the couch, sprawling her legs over his lap so they were both comfortable. A small blush lingered on both of their faces.

“So is anyone going to introduce me?” Shinsou smirked as his eyes caught yours.

“I’m sorry! I should have introduced myself earlier! I’m Y/N.” You greeted him cheerfully, sticking out your hand over the coffee table. He shook it quickly.

“I’m Shinsou Hitoshi. So ‘Princess,’” His eyes met Kirishima’s in a teasing fashion, “What’s your quirk?”

“Well, it’s kind of a two in one-”

“Figures. Continue.” He scowled a bit at that but schooled his expression back into a blank face as you explained. You urged a quick butterfly to your hand.

“Yeah, you should have seen her yesterday. Since she can tap into people’s fears, she created Rappa to take me on. Almost gave me a heart attack.” Kirishima’s optimism seemed to return with you as he grinned. Shinsou quirked an eyebrow at you.

“We’ll have to spar sometime. It sounds interesting.” You nodded eagerly. “Would you like to know my quirk?”

“Sure, I would-” Your body felt like static as his eyes locked onto yours. Oh… It was a weird experience not being in control of your body. It felt almost calming, you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t have to be on guard to make sure your daydreams didn’t become reality. He released you and your limbs felt a bit heavier than they used to.

“Wow… that felt amazing!” You watched as Shinsou flushed slightly. It wasn’t a reaction he was used to. He could kind of see it now, how they were all drawn to you. He watched as you got caught up in the conversations of his friends around you, tangling your hand in Kirishima's. He had heard of how easily you gave out your affection, but it was different seeing it. It seemed like you were drawn to them too.

“Now that everyone is here, it’s time for some games!” Mina cheered. A deck of cards was brought out and everyone moved to the dining room table. You found yourself nestled in between Kirishima and Shinsou. Going around the table, It was you and Kirishima on one side, Sero and Mina next to you, Bakugou and Tetsutetsu across from you, and Kaminari and Shinsou on the side next to you.

The card games passed by quick, an excuse for all of you to get fairly tipsy quickly. You had seen the mischief in Mina’s eyes though, and you doubted it would last long.

You had been right. Two rounds of Asshole, one round of Circle of Death, and Mina wanted to move on.

“Spin. The. Bottle.” She hissed out, grabbing Bakugou’s empty beer bottle. Everyone had just grabbed fresh drinks, you were on your third Rum and OJ. You felt a pleasant buzz in your system but were skeptical of this game.

“It’s alright,” Mina caught your eye, “We play this all the time. Seriously, I think everyone at this table has kissed at one point or another. Expect Shinsou and Bakugou.” She laughed. “With that said, let’s begin! Usual rules everyone. We’re gonna go clockwise around the table, and you spin the bottle. Then you kiss who it lands on, or take a big ol’ drink. I shall start.” She quickly spun the bottle around, and you found yourself watching anxiously as it spun.

It landed on Tetsutetsu, who quickly leaned over the table, placing a chaste peck on Mina’s lips. Bakugou quickly spun once Tetsu was out of the way. The bottle slowed and stopped at Sero, and the blonde took a large swig from his beer. You felt like Bakugou was the most adverse to this game. Shinsou spun next, and your nerves lit up as it slowed near you and stopped… on Kirishima. He laughed quickly before leaning over you and getting a quick peck on the cheek from Shinsou.

It was your turn now. You felt a little light-headed from all the drinks since you partook so rarely. You would probably be kissing one of your friends. With shaking hands, you spun the bottle. You must have misjudged your force though because the bottle rocketed into Kaminari’s chest rather than spinning on the table.

“Ooh!! Does that mean I get a kissss?” Kaminari slurred happily, and the table looked to Mina. She shrugged.

“I’ll allow it.” Unfortunately, you were too short to lean over the table as the boys had, so you stood and walked over to Kaminari, who had pulled out his chair. He pulled you into his lap, and you could feel the heat on your face.

“Come on pretty girl, gimme some sugar!” He cheered, hands hot on your hips. You sucked in a breath and pecked him softly on the lips. You felt his grin as you quickly removed yourself from his lap, running to your seat to shove your face into Kirishima’s shoulder. His shirt was so soft against your hot face.

Kirishima reluctantly pulled you off of his arm to spin the bottle. He landed on Sero and they dramatically threw themselves together for a quick smooch and a boisterous laugh from the rest of the table. The game continued on as so, Bakugou drinking for every turn and everyone else giving quick pecks on the cheek or chaste kisses. You even got a nice kiss from Mina, and you felt your lips tingle softly as she pulled away.

Then Sero’s turn came, and he landed on Mina. Despite sitting next to him, he pulled her onto his lap. You watched in awe as he grabbed the back of her neck and drug her down for a searing kiss. You squealed as Kaminari hollered. They pulled back slowly, and Mina didn’t move as she reached for the bottle, batting it into Sero’s chest.

“Whoops.” She said lazily and returned to Sero’s lips. They broke apart, both lips red and faces flushed. She slipped back into her chair smiling lazily. The game continued on until Kaminari, who spun and landed on Shinsou. The boy launched himself at Shinsou, and you swore you saw his tongue slip between Shinsou’s lips. You almost felt as if you should look away, but it was over before you could. Shinsou spun then, landing on you.

“Hey, Princess.” You opened your mouth to respond and froze. Carried by the passion from his previous kiss, his hand tilted your chin to him, and he kissed you roughly. You felt his tongue prod against your lips.

Before you lost yourself to the kiss, you felt the shock of Bakugou’s explosion. The blonde launched himself onto the table, aiming for Shinsou.

“What’s the matter Blasty? Mad you aren’t getting any?” Shinsou smirked. As Bakugou went to respond, his body going rigid. “Why don’t you go sit in the living room and cool off.” Shinsou spoke plainly.

Mina clapped then. “Alright, no more Spin the Bottle. Let’s all go out to the living room and calm down, huh?” Her eyes met Sero’s and she swiped the bottle from the table. You all wandered to the living room, some stumbling more than others.

You sat next to Kirishima, nestled into his side. His arm sat around you like a blanket. You almost felt like you could fall asleep right there. Mina watched as you got more drowsy and shook her head. “None of that! No sleeping yet. I’ll make you stay up. Seven Minutes in Heaven then!!” She squealed happily. The snacks were cleared from the coffee table and the bottle was set upon it. Before anyone could offer to go first, Bakugou spun the bottle and got up, not waiting to see where it landed.

He grabbed your arm and lifted you from the couch, dragging you to Sero’s bedroom down the hall. You looked to Kirishima, who just stared back, dazed.

The door slammed shut behind you and you found yourself caged in between Bakugou’s arms. He stared down at you hungrily. His lips found yours ferociously. His hands slid down the door, one cradling your head and the other pressing your waist to his body. You felt like your body was on fire. His tongue slipped between your lips, dominating your own. Your arms slid up to his chest, feeling the taut muscle underneath his shirt. His lips trailed up your jaw and you felt his teeth scrape against your skin.

The combination of the heavenly buzz and his passion made you dizzy. You could barely make heads or tails of your own feelings, never mind his. But the current of apprehension raging through your head wasn’t yours.

You pushed him back softly. “Bakugou…” He looked to you, reluctant to stop.

“I don’t think you actually like me.”

The two of you sat on Sero’s bed. Now that your head had cleared a bit, you felt his emotions more. It was definitely there. “I think you think that you should like me.” He nodded softly, confusion written on his face. “See, I don’t think you like me like this. You like that I know you… you like that I can know what you’re going through. That we’re getting close. That doesn’t mean that you have to… love me? Like me as more than a friend anyways. We can just be close and be friends…” You felt Bakugou relax. You knew it was going to take a bit for him to process what you had said.

In the meantime, he nodded. “You’re probably right…” It was barely a whisper. A knock at the door stopped your conversation short.

“Your seven minutes are up, ya cheater.” You heard Mina call from outside the door. You got up and opened the door. Mina grabbed your hand and looked you up and down, making sure you were alright. “Alright, get out here Blasty. Before the other boys try to fight you.” She led you out of the room and you saw Kirishima standing in the corner, Tetsu’s arm wrapped tightly around him. Kaminari sat on the edge of his seat, relaxing into the chair as you came out unscathed.

“What a child.” Shinsou scowled and rolled his eyes. Once they saw you, Kirishima rushed to you. His hand grabbed your face softly. “You okay, Darling?” he said softly. You nodded softly, lost in the emotion rolling off of him. You felt him exhale against your hair as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you curled up onto the couch.

Bakugou came out shortly after. He seemed more lucid.

“I’m gonna head out. This party sucks.” He didn’t even look at you as he stalked out of Sero’s apartment. You heard Sero sigh and Mina shrugged.

“Well, the night goes on.” The game continued and you watched your friends disappear into Sero’s room two at a time. Kaminari seemed to perk up once he finally paired with Shinsou, and you saw the hint of a smile on the lavenderette as they rushed down the hall. They came out seven minutes later, disheveled and grinning. A few more rounds passed uneventfully, one with you and Tetsu. The two of you sat on Sero’s bed and talked about who would hook up by the end of the night. A few rounds later, and you and Mina paired up. Unexpectedly, she did take up the spirit of Seven Minutes in Heaven, and the two of you had a friendly make-out session if that could be qualified as friendly.

You knew it must be early in the morning at this point, but Mina was insistent on continuing the game. Then Kirishima spun and landed on you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and you willed yourself to not make them materialize around you.

He stood and helped you up from the couch, leading you to Sero’s room. The door shut softly behind the two of you. He led you to the bed and laid down. “Lay with me?” he asked softly. You quickly fit yourself into his side. It always felt nice next to him, but you were a bit disappointed. His hand drifted across your cheek, sliding under your chin.

Next thing you knew, he tilted your lips up to meet his. It was soft and sweet, no demands behind it. After you didn’t pull away, he deepened it, moving his head awkwardly to slot his lips to yours. Your body moved as if you were possessed, breaking the kiss to climb on him. Your hands moved to his chest and you dipped your head down to kiss him again. His hands moved up to your thighs, massaging them softly. You moaned softly into the kiss, and you felt his tongue softly slide against your lips and you welcomed it eagerly. His hands drifted up to your waist, gripping it softly before sliding down to your ass. You replied with eagerness, slipping your hand behind his head. You quickly removed the tie from his hair and tangled your fingers in his soft locks.

The knock on the door came as a shock to both of you. Of course, this was a party game. You quickly slid off of him, straightening your outfit before opening the door bashfully to a grinning Mina. Kirishima slid up behind you.

“Have fun kiddos?” Mina asked, the grin on her face never breaking. You just blushed, looking at the ground. Kirishima laughed, grabbing your hand and slipping past Mina. You didn’t notice until the two of you curled back up on the couch, but translucent butterflies littered the air around you. Your blush intensified as you urged them to dispel, earning a laugh from Shinsou.

“I guess you two really… let your hair down?” Shinsou said dryly. You noticed too late that Kirishima had never put his hair back up, and he bashfully shrugged.

“I guess.” His sharp grin seemed permanently etched into his face.

Mina giggled at the two of you before giving a swift spin to the bottle. It had finally landed on Sero, and the two of them ran hand-in-hand to his room. You locked eyes with Tetsutetsu, it was your number one bet that they would hook up. Tetsu had bet on Shinsou and Kaminari.

You fell into easy conversation, asking a lot of questions about the group’s high school memories. You could get lost in their stories. Tetsutetsu noticed it was a few minutes past Sero and Mina’s seven minutes and offered to go get them. He came back quickly, his face pale.

“Um, I think the party might be over.” He said, traumatized. You laughed loudly at his statement.

“I won the bet?”

“You won the bet.” Kirishima watched as you laughed at Tetsu’s misery. The remainder of the group got ready to leave. Tetsutetsu was going to crash at his parent’s nearby. Shinsou had a hotel in the area, that he was taking a passed out Kaminari to. That just left you and Kirishima.

“Let me take you home, Princess.” He said softly. The two of you left, you tucked into his arm to beat the spring chill. The stars shone brightly in the dark sky. It wasn’t a long walk, but you two took it slowly, allowing yourselves to sober up slightly. You didn’t speak, you were too busy wondering what tonight meant for you and Kirishima.

He walked you up the stairs to your room and turned with a bit of a stumble. “Kiri?” He turned back to you, a smile on his face. “Why don’t you stay here tonight?” He paused for a second before nodding. The two of you shucked your shoes by the door before stumbling into the living room. He sat back on your couch, and you grabbed water bottles for both of you from the kitchen.

Once you were sure he was comfortable, you excused yourself to the bathroom. You shook out your hair and washed your face. Once you felt clean, you wandered to your room, dressing in comfortable pajamas. You took a pair of sleep pants out to Kirishima, tossing them at his drowsy form.

“Here ya go. And before you ask, those are mine. Guys pajamas are more comfy than girls.” He laughed before wandering to the bathroom. Once you both were changed, he wandered out to the living room. You watched as he sprawled out on the couch.

“Um… Kiri, you look too big for my couch… Do you want my bed?” He shook his head softly.

“Nah, it wouldn’t be manly to let a lady sleep on the couch.”

“Well… We could both fit?”

“In that case…” He sprung up from the couch and lifted you up effortlessly. “What are we waiting for?”

He carried you into your room, setting you on your bed softly. He peeled the blankets back and settled in. He watched as you wormed your way into the sheets, pressing up against him.

“Y/N.” His voice was barely a whisper. You looked up to him and he pressed his lips to yours. “You’re beautiful.” He stared down at you for a moment. Before laying his head against the pillow. “Turn around, I like being the big spoon.” You giggled and obliged, enjoying the feeling of his chest against your back and the weight of his arm wrapped around your waist.

His soft breathing against your neck was making you drift to sleep. What did this night mean for you and him? You thought through the night. The two of you didn’t really do anything that you didn’t do with anyone else. He was just the one who walked you home. This probably wasn’t special to him, and hell, you almost got lost making out with Bakugou. You shouldn’t read to much into this. It was just a fun night. You were friends.

Just friends.

[waltzofthewifi]

Kota Chapter 3: Cats Can’t Play Chess

Beginning | Chapter 2 | ToC | Chapter 4

Marinette was about to pull her hair out. How was Alya believing this?

"- Miss the movie for me," Lila was saying. "I'll just have to work extra hard once this injury passes to catch up on homework."

"It really is no problem, Lila," Alya replied. "Me and Marinette can just see it next week. Right girl?"

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Except Lila's probably going to pull another excuse to get you to do her homework."

"Im not doing her homework for her," Alya said, also rolling her eyes. "Honestly, stop assuming the worst just because it's Lila."

Marinette sighed and looked around the classroom, hoping someone would come to her defense. Lacy's eyes met hers, and Lacy gave her an encouraging smile, but there was worry in her eyes.

Marinette couldn't blame her. She'd been bullied enough herself enough to know how scary it could be. And Lacy was still new - yeah, she and Alix has grown close fast, but the friendship was still only three weeks old, and her friendships with the rest of the class were still growing. She didn't have the same history Marinette had with the class - not that it seemed to matter, Marinette thought dryly.

Marinette looked at the only other person in the class that knew Lila was a liar, but Adrien looked half asleep. Of course, with an akuma right by his house last night and an early morning photo shoot, he had every right to be tired.

Marinette sighed. So much for back up.

"What's wrong with someone else doing your homework?" Chloe asked. "Sabrina does mine all the time, and she's happier for it."

Sabrina nodded eagerly as the rest of the class - minus Adrien, being half asleep - rolled their eyes.

As Marinette put her books away, Nino poked Adrien, waking him up from his daze, Alix challenged Kim to race to the park, and Rose started talking to Juleka about the newest Kitty Section song. Just like that, the class was back to normal.

Alix and Kim left first, followed by Lacy, Nathaniel, and Max, who was already talking statistics about the race. Chloe was next out, followed by Sabrina, and Marinette joined Rose and Juleka on the way out. Behind her, Nino had finally managed to get Adrien standing and walking.

"I love the new t-shirts Marinette," Rose said. "They're perfect!"

Juleka nodded. "Everyone likes them."

Marinette couldn't help but smile. "I'm so glad to hear it! I was worried that the-"

Doors to a classroom flew open, cutting off all conversations.

"I am Chessmaster! I will make all of you members of the chess club, and then the school will have to fund me!"

"I heard about the chess club!" Rose said. "They lost one of their members, and were shut down because of low attendance! I would be upset too if that was one of my clubs.."

"We have to get out of here!" Marinette said.

The three girls were close enough to the stairs to risk running down and heading for the doors. Behind them, Marinette noticed Nino push Adrien into a classroom, and Ivan and Mylene making a break back to their classroom.

When the girls reached the bottom of the stairs, Marinette broke off and headed to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was empty.

"Hawkmoth doesn't take a break, does he?" Marinette muttered. "Tikki, spots on!"

Chessmaster's dress, of course, looked like a chessboard.

It was brown, was alternating light and dark squares. The dress reached the ground, and had short, puffy sleeves.

The rest of her was half-white, half-black (which looked awful, Hawkmoth needed to pick a color scheme and stick with it) and she had a tiara like the queen piece. In one hand she held a staff, topped with what looked like a chess piece.

"I bet that's where the akuma is," Ladybug muttered.

"I was thinking the same."

Chat Noir landed next to her, an irritated look on his face.

"You okay Kitty?" Ladybug asked.

Chat Noir yawned. "Just tired. I think I need a cat nap."

Ladybug nodded. Chat Noir had mentioned last night that he had an early morning today, and last night's akuma had kept them both up for what felt like ages.

"Don't worry," Ladybug said. "I bet this will end quickly. So far she's only really made people play chess. That's pretty harmless, right?"

It was not a quick end.

Apparently, Chessmaster could also summon large, animated chess pieces (which frustratingly didn't seem to function as chess pieces, and instead could go anywhere they wanted) and also had the same move-mapping power as Party Crasher. It didn't help that a bishop had stepped on her lucky charm before she had a chance to see what it was. Thankfully, Ladybug and Chat Noir had avoided being captured, but they had taken a few beatings along the way.

The worst had to be the knight who threw Ladybug through a wall.

(Mind you, she had been thrown into walls plenty of times before, but through a wall was a lot more painful.)

Groaning, Ladybug looked up. She was in an apartment, somewhere near the school, but that's all she could tell without sitting up. And she didn't want to sit up quite yet.

"Ladybug?"

Ladybug blinked, finally forcing herself to sit up. She looked to the source of the voice, realizing that, by chance or by luck, she had ended up in one of her classmate's apartments.

She had never met Lacy as her alter ego. Lacy always stayed as far away as she could from akuma attacks, either out of survival instincts the rest of Paris seemed to lack, or because she was still unused to the idea of Ladybug's cure. Even now, she seemed less star-struck than Alya or Chloe would be, and more concerned.

"Are you okay?" Lacy asked, kneeling next to Ladybug.

"I'm fine," Ladybug said. "I take hits like that all the time. Are you alright, Miss...?"

"Lacy. And yeah, I'm fine."

Lacy held out a hand, and Ladybug accepted the help up. Just as she stood up, her earrings beeped their last warning.

Ladybug looked around, needing a place to hide, but there were no good hiding spots in the small living room.

"Upstairs."

"Wha-?"

Before Ladybug had time to react, Lacy was pulling her up the stairs to the second floor. Lacy shoved the superhero into an empty room, and the door closed behind her just as Ladybug's transformation dropped.

"That was a close one," Marinette admitted, leaning back against the door.

"Good thing Lacy was so quick to realize what you needed!" Tikki commented.

Marinette nodded, her eyes wondering the room.

It was obviously Lacy's room, but it didn't look anywhere near what Marinette had expected. She always pictured her classmate having one of those coordinated rooms, with a Disney theme or something.

Instead, the room was a mish-mash of everything. Her bed was covered with fuzzy blankets of various colors, her walls with photos she must have taken herself. She had more clothes on her desk, bed, and closet door than in her actual closet (which had been left open that morning), and had replaced her desk chair with a yoga ball. Beside her desk was various moving boxes still left unpacked or half-packed. Nearly every corner of the room had a pair of shoes thrown half-hazardly against the wall.

"And I thought my room was a mess," Marinette commented.

Her eyes wondered to the pictures on the wall. She knew she shouldn't peak, but curiosity killed the Ladybug, and she found herself walking over to them anyways.

She immediately spotted a picture of herself, working hard at something in the library. Marinette had seen the picture before - Lacy was good at warning people when she had taken a picture of them - but she had never had a chance to compare it with the rest of the photos.

But they were all so similar.

Alix was making a similar face in one of the photos - nose scrunched in concentration as she flew around a corner in a skating race. In another, Alya had wide eyes as she recorded something on her phone. She spotted a photo of Lacy's stepmom, Elisabeth, beaming in a wedding dress, and another of blonde-haired girl Marinette didn't recognize, miming to herself while reading a script.

No poses, no forced smiles, no blank expressions. It was obvious what Lacy liked to focus on.

I'm, uh, really good at reading facial expressions, Lacy had said. It hadn't seemed like enough then, for that conversation, but now Marinette wondered. Had that been how Lacy had sensed what Ladybug needed? Had it been that clear on her face - filled with worry, looking around for something?

A small, timid knock on the door followed by receding footsteps knocked Marinette out of her thoughts.

Marinette cautiously opened the door, but no one remained in the hall. In front of the door was a plastic bag with a first aid kit, water bottle, and granola bar.

"That was really thoughtful of her!" Tikki said as Marinette closed the door again.

"I'll have to thank her when I get the chance," Marinette agreed.

She didn't need most of it - the suit protected her from any cuts, there wasn't much she could do for the bruises, and she wasn't hungry - but she was dying of thirst. It took her about a minute to gulp down the water, and Tikki finished her macaroon about the same time.

"We should get back out there," Marinette decided. "Tikki, spots on!"

Chess pieces can't climb, so of course Chat Noir was taunting them from the roof of the school.

"I couldn't do much but distract without you," he said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Ladybug replied. "Just had to recharge."

Ladybug looked out over the courtyard. Random Parisians had joined the students playing chess, and Chessmaster was teaching Mr Ramier the basics.

"You didn't happen to see what my lucky charm was?" Ladybug asked.

"Oh, it was a Ladybug themed chess set!" Chat Noir said. "It looked really cool. Until it was run over."

"Chess? Why would it want us to play chess?"

"Well, I hope it's not that direct," Chat Noir said. "I don't know about you, but I know nothing about chess."

"Ohhh," Ladybug said. "That's so obvious! Lucky charm!"

She wasn't surprised when a spotted megaphone fell into her hands. She held it up to her mouth.

"Chessmaster! Chat Noir here doesn't know anything about chess and wants to learn!"

Chessmaster was floating up to them faster than Hawkmoth could say It's a trap.

Ladybug grinned and readied her yoyo. "Gotcha."

"And then Chat Noir actually stayed and got some basic chess lessons!" Alya finished. "You should've seen it! He was so cute."

"So I saw," Marinette replied, rolling over from her back to her stomach and propping the phone up on a pillow on her bed. "That video is one of your most popular posts."

"I know," Alya said. "I hope this means the chess club gets the boost it needs. I'd join myself, but between the blog and helping Lila with her homework, I don't have the time."

"Same. I'm too busy helping out at the bakery and being class president, I don't think I could join another club! Speaking of class president business, did you read through the email I drafted on getting cushions for some of our seats?"

"Sorry girl, but I didn't get the chance."

"Alya!"

"Don't blame me, blame Hawkmoth! I would have had plenty of time if I didn't spend an hour playing chess. Besides, you're a good writer. Trust yourself."

"Yeah, but you're better." Marinette sighed. "Just read through it once, okay? I already don't think Mr Damocles will like it, but I promised Rose I'd try and I really want to give it my best."

"Of course," Alya said. "See you tomorrow!"

"See you."

Alya hung up, and Marinette groaned and flopped on her bed.

"This is the fifth time Alya's said she'd do something for me and blown it off," Marinette said.

"She has a point," Tikki commented. "I'm sure lots of people had their schedules thrown off by Chessmaster."

"I know, and I wouldn't be worried so much if it was just things like that. But this is also the first time in weeks she updated her blog! And she hasn't said anything herself, but I overheard her mom say something about her grades dropping when she visited the bakery yesterday. I'm just worried her helping that liar is interfering with her own life!"

"Have you told her this?" Tikki asked.

Marinette sighed. "No. Anytime I say anything negative about Lila, she gets defensive."

"What if you asked her mom about it? Or Nino?" Tiki suggested.

"I don't know, that feels like going behind her back."

Marinette rolled over onto her back and looked up at the skylight.

"Tikki?"

"Yes?"

"Are you feeling up to transforming?"

Ladybug landed on a rooftop, looking out at her city.

There was a certain freedom in her transformation, even with the burdens of being a superhero. As much as Lila might hate Ladybug, one classmate couldn't hurt her now.

Looking around at what had been damaged by the battle, Ladybug smiled at the thought. It didn't seem like Hawkmoth could hurt her, either, even if he was a thorn in her side.

There was always a voice in the back of her head in akuma fights, worrying that the damage this time would not be fixed. But once again it was - houses rebuilt, walls fixed, bruises on her side vanished. And for once, Ladybug let herself feel the confidence the rest of Paris experienced in her. When the next akuma hit, when the next building crumbled, it would vanish - it needed to, as a hero Ladybug couldn't let herself get too arrogant - but nothing was at risk now. She could just let herself feel.

Ladybug sat down at the edge of the roof, feet dangling in the air, and relaxed.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed there, but when her eyes began to droop, Ladybug headed home.

That's when she noticed the balcony light.

Ladybug frowned. Hadn't that been Lacy's apartment? Against the light, she could make out Lacy's figure sitting out on the balcony, feet dangling over the edge. Ladybug swung over, landing next to where Lacy was perched.

Lacy jumped when she landed. "Ladybug?"

"Sorry for scaring you," Ladybug said. "But I wanted to thank you for earlier. You were a big help."

"Really?" Lacy asked. "I mean, all I did was give you a little space."

Ladybug smiled. "Don't underestimate the effect a small action can have. That little space was exactly what I needed."

"Glad I could help!" Lacy smiled at her, brightly and honestly, but her expression slipped a second later. She turned out towards the city. "Do you ever get used to it?"

Ladybug frowned. "Used to what?"

"Seeing it destroyed," Lacy replied.

With a sigh, Ladybug sat down next to her. "No, not really. It's not easy seeing your home destroyed."

Lacy smiled, a little bitterly and sarcastically and a little too much like she knew what Ladybug meant. "No, it's not."

"You're not originally from Paris, are you?" Of course Marinette knew that, but Ladybug had no reason to know.

"I'm from Brooklyn," Lacy said. "In America. But I spent a lot of time in Manhattan, and Long Island, and that took a lot of storm damage a few years ago. It was difficult seeing it like that."

"I can imagine," Ladybug admitted. "But even without a magic cure like mine, people rebuild."

Lacy snorted. "Buildings. They rebuild buildings. That's not the important part."

"No, it's not," Ladybug agreed.

"How do you do it?" Lacy asked. "You're constantly being beaten, or thrown through walls, or nearly drowned, and you're doing it for people you don't really know."

"It didn't start that way," Ladybug replied. "When I first became Ladybug, I wanted to run far away. And I almost did - but that would have left my partner - my friend - all alone. I started because of him, and because of my other friend, and my parents. And somewhere along the way, I started doing it for all of Paris. But it all started for one person." Ladybug smiled at Lacy. "I think that's how a lot of heroes start."

"Just one person," Lacy repeated.

"You're a lot braver than you think," Ladybug said. "Trust me."

[ilovemygaydad]

title: mouth breather

pairings: moxiety, logince is mentioned

summary: (punk!patton au; this story happens simultaneously to weak spot) virgil and patton go ice skating.

warnings: food mention, mild injuries, swearing, homophobia, kissing, crying, anxiety, frustration at no one in particular, possibly something else

for the main story and all other additional content in this au, check out the masterlist!

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a/n: i needed to feel better, so have some fluff. maybe next time i’ll write our final ship of the au. maybe.

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Patton was so, so lucky that he had been able to slap his hand over Virgil’s mouth before the inevitable screech. All he had said was that he’d never been ice skating before, yet Virgil acted as if it was a crime against humanity. He hadn’t done a lot of things before. He grew up in an orphanage. It wasn’t as if they had tons of money to take a few dozen kids to an ice skating rink.

“Mmmmnnnnf!” Virgil whined, and Patton finally pulled his hand away. “That’s awful! We have to go ice skating right now!”

“It--shit, slow down! It isn’t that big of a deal, Virge. Really.”

“Too bad. Don’t care,” was all Virgil said as he pushed his boyfriend out of the mall and towards the car. “Change of date plans. It happens.”

Patton sighed and resigned himself to going along with whatever plans Virgil had already decided on. They quietly sang along to the songs on the radio as they drove down the highway, which made Virgil smile. It always made Virgil smile when Patton would do things that he’d been afraid to do when they’d first met. Pat thought it was stupid and cheesy, but he supposed that he could let his boyfriend be stupid and cheesy if he so desired. It was cute, anyway.

“Virgil?” Patton asked a few minutes later.

“Yeah?”

“Why are we at the library?”

Virgil turned off the car and smiled wide. “Outdoor ice rink!” Patton slow blinked. “It’ll be fun. Promise.”

“Yeah? And what if it isn’t?”

“Then we can go on whatever date you want next week.”

“Deal,” Patton said as he stepped out of the car, and Virgil rushed to follow, only stopping to grab the extra hats and pairs of mittens that he kept in the trunk for emergencies.

The next few minutes were spent renting skates and struggling to put them on before they took to the ice. At first, they were both wobbly on their feet from not being used to the slippery surface, but Patton managed to find his balance quickly.

“You know what? This is pretty fun!” Patton spun around and skated backwards, grinning.

Virgil, on the other hand, was clinging to the side railing and glaring at the little children who were gliding past as if skating was the easiest thing on earth. “Told you s--AH!” Patton shot out as Virgil’s feet slipped out from under him, managing to catch the falling boy just before his head hit the ground.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright,” Virgil huffed. “I really wanted to be good at this so we could like be all cute while skating and stuff.”

Patton smiled. “That’s really dumb, but it’s also super sweet.” He managed to get them back onto their feet and held Virgil’s hand. “If you start to feel like you’re going to fall, pull on my hand, and I’ll pull you closer, alright?”

“Alright.”

They skated for about thirty more minutes before Virgil whined about getting hot chocolate at the concession stand. He’d fallen a fair few times even with the help of Patton, and he was cold and a little bit damp from the ice, so they exited the rink and headed to the area of benches.

“They said there were only a few hot chocolate packets left, so I got you one and a coffee for myself,” Patton murmured as he handed over one of the paper cups and sat down. “It’s really hot. Wait for it to cool a bit, or you’ll burn the hell out of your tongue.”

“Aw, you’re such a sweetheart!” Virgil giggled, pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss.

“Um,” a different voice said. “Excuse me, young men?”

Both boys looked over in tandem at the mother standing in front of them. She looked uncomfortable, and that was only confirmed when she spoke again.

“It’s not appropriate for you two to be doing that around the kids, so I would very much appreciate it if you stopped or went somewhere else.”

Patton made a move to stand up, but he was swiftly pushed back down by Virgil, who stood instead.

“You know what?” Virgil spat. “I’m sick and tired of people like you trying to dictate what I do. If I want to kiss my boyfriend, you’d better believe that I’m not going to let some middle aged white mom stop me. Congratulations, ma’am! I don’t care about what you said.” To really accentuate his words, Virgil grabbed Patton by the shirt collar and tugged him upright, making direct eye contact with the woman for a moment before kissing Patton again. He heard an indignant huff from the woman, but he didn’t pull away until he heard her footsteps retreating.

“Oh my god,” Patton whispered. “Oh my god! I thought you were going to punch her! I mean, I was about to, but I thought that you were going to!”

Virgil wrapped his arms around himself and scrunched up his face. “I... Can we go home?”

“Yeah, honey. We’ll go home.”

It was silent the entire drive to Patton and Logan’s house, and it was silent until after Virgil had changed into dry clothes--save for the short conversation with Logan and Roman when they’d made fun of the adults for finally admitting their feelings. It wasn’t until they had settled close together on Patton’s bed that they really spoke.

“I’m sorry--” Virgil mumbled into Patton’s chest-- “for what happened at the skating rink. I wanted to have a nice night with you, and then I got all upset and wanted to leave.”

“It wasn’t your fault. That lady was a bitch.”

“But--”

“No,” Patton interjected, leaning away just enough that he could see Virgil. “I had so much fun tonight, okay? And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. I got to hold your hand and hug you and be vulnerable with you in public, and I didn’t feel like I had to hide anything for the first time in a really long time. And when you stood up to that lady... Man, I thought you were going to kick her ass.

“What I’m trying to say is that I couldn’t have asked for a better date night, and I certainly wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone but you. I swear on that stupid cat hoodie you gave me.”

Virgil opened his mouth to speak, but he ended up bursting into tears. 

“Oh, shit. Forget I said anything. Shit--Here, it’s okay. Damn it--”

“I love you so much.”

“I... love you, too.”

“Good,” Virgil choked out between attempts to breathe. “Because I totally bitched at that lady earlier for you, and I’d be pissed if you didn’t reciprocate my feelings”

Patton pulled Virgil close and stroked his hair. He kept his repetitive, slow motions going until Virgil’s breathing completely evened out and the emotional toll of the evening finally caught up to him through sleep. With a loving sigh, Patton tugged the covers over his boyfriend’s small frame and allowed himself to drift to sleep as well.

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The Teal* Bronco (*Turquoise)

First off I want to tag the amazing @aquadolan whose hilariously accurate reaction videos make me laugh cry every time I see them and makes me feel like we are experiencing the video together and having a laugh like a couple of mates despite being in opposite sides of the world.

Now for my reactions to 'Tricking my brother into thinking his car was flipped'

The ring mmhmmm just yes

The clapping tho? Not about it

Ethan has a shorter attention span then me and that's impressive

I did not pick the boys to like roller skating although they ice skate so it makes sense

Little bitch haha

I like the jumper. It looks fuzzy and cozy

How long did this take to plan? Honestly it seems like it would be taken forever

Roasting the matchingness to the car

He seems to actually be jealous that Gray's favourite car isn't the one he bought. That's adorable. Fuck I'm not even 2 mins into the video

And now the car is broken

Wait did I fuck up? Am I recording?

The gum Ethan. Eww for fuck sake mate don't be a pig.

'I have really bad attentional problems' yeah.. your English might need some work too

When's the last time I ate? -literally something I say most days

Roast him for dropping out of school and not remembering common phrases and sayings

Why do all Ethans pranks involve Graysons cars?

Also not wanting to say what time you wake up. Same

Laughing at yourself

I'm cool, I'm cool actually no I'm not

Groggy or drunk?

Slap. Pain kink anyone?

That damn projector

Air quotes

Did anyone understand the car mumbo jumbo? Like at all? Did anyone care?

Good job keeping a straight face Ethan. He won't suspect a thing.

Fun-ny

Why do boys turn everything into challenges? My nephews do it all the time

Full actor mode

Too many words in Google mate. Google doesn't care why you need a Photoshop artist

More air quotes. Except out of sync.

It's just a prank bro.

Bitter he can't go skating. Poor bubba

Morning voice half an octave lower. Yes please

Groaning. Thank you

I always end up falling asleep at least twice after waking up the first time before getting up. V relatable

Him jumping into bed to pretend to be asleep reminds me of being a kid and bolting through the house in the middle of the night after getting up to get a drink or something, trying to avoid monsters or waking up the parents

Jumpers with shorts?

He's got slippers. Awww

Realising a flaw in his plan when the car doesn't work.

Too many cars in the driveway

CRINGEY PHOTOS. WOO.

Fucking drama queen

That stupid photoshopped photo

Real us. Not actor mode us haha

Mr Dolan 😏

Doesn't analyze it too much. Good idea

He has such bloke-ish child like writing

The calf tattoo 🥺

Socks and slides Grayson? That's almost as bad as socks and sandals. Fucking hell

Love a man in light grey sweats

Run Ethan go back to bed. You're so grounded (idk)

He pulled Ethans hip so hard. Jesus

What is that bike thingy in the background?

WHO DOESN'T LOCK THEIR FUCKING CAR??? YOU FUCKING IMBECILE

Now Gray let's put on our big boy thinking caps. It's not Ethans fault. Entirely. You also didn't lock the fucking car

Booty 👀

Not knowing if you have insurance. Mate you should look into that. (Also a very me thing to not know)

Gray is loosing it. Like actually looks like he's gonna do the frustrated crying thing

"That's not chill you need to fix that." Pretty sure sleeping is pretty chill. Also how does one fix being a heavy sleeper (other then by having kids)

"You need to be able to wake up in the morning and get shit done" no need to call me out like that

Let me call the *mumble mumble mumble*

It's fucking turquoise- whelp fuck have to change the title

Who steals a turquoise car at 9am? He's loosing it

Awe he doesn't want people to get hurt. Cutie

Seriously why hasn't he called the police yet? When I got home from my nanas funeral to find my house broken into the first thing I did was call the cops. And then cry cos it was like 10pm and I'd just driven like 12 hrs so I was hella tired

He's V loud. And then V quiet.

You motherfucker. Ok rude but understandable

That sigh of relief and the laughter

All of the adrenaline just left Gray immediately. Also hiding under a blankie? adorable

"Where did you put it?" Immediately forgets haha

Did you ruin it and turn it pink or something? You're getting a rep E and why does Gray assume it would be painted pink?

The sound effect over Gray pulling up his pants to hide his plumbers crack 😂

You need to rub it out. I mean ok sure

"I kinked up bro" just why 😂

Slap. SPINNING. It's a theme park ride

You stole my car- Dude where's my car movie anyone?

Car upside down you say? Forshadowing

Grayson gives up on life.

Nope never mind he's dramatically throwing himself onto the bed and screaming into the blankets like a teenage girl

Also booty

FROG

Don't dance Grayson

It's all in the puff bro

Mr Dillon, not Dolan, Dillion

Grayson has left the building look

Nose boop

The eye movement. Wait you what?

Beard pulling

Give me the phone. No you are having the phone. Ok fine.

Intense eye contact for real tho

That dumbass look on his face. Grayson is shooketh to hell

Do they even understand any of this car mumbo jumbo? Does it even make any sense?

I don't know shit about insurance. Seriously dude that's not smart

MY CAR

That's not chill bro that's not chill at all. Putting them on a ban for the words chill and bro. More to be added. They use those words more then I use the word mate and that's impressive

I'm taking the phone and subtly suggesting human error (negligence) and a potential law suit

Oh you have footage? Talk to my older brother

I don't know much about cars. Dude

More stupid looks from Gray

I don't wanna see it

More screaming

More yelling Grayson

We can move your car but it's gonna cost you more money

Not falling for that pic

Just put it on the next one. Gray it's not a fucking bus. There's no schedule to have the next one come out. Use your head darlin'

More yelling in the car and swearing

How did he organise the street thing? Like actually.

Also surely it's illegal to pretend to have roadworks and fuck up traffic

VROOM. You go lil blue car

BULGE 👀 this is when I stopped paying attention the first time I watched it.

What is the camera guy (kyle?) wearing? Who said that be one were allowed to be a thing again? I'm not impressed

Grayson is v frustrated

DON'T LITTER

Neither of you should be allowed to dance. Its not good

That's the wrong question to ask about the camera guy's clothes

Fist clap

Wait where's the car? Is it safe? Poor Gray his brain is malfunctioning

Camera goes to Grayson. Ooh look bulge. Pans away. Move back ooh bulge.

If they keep upping the ante someone's gonna get hurt

I don't know what's inside of me. Never a good thing to say

Still allergic to dogs 🥺

HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED

I haven't heard you scream that much for that long 👀

Grayson's pretty loud. I would like to test that. Please and thank you.

Deep breathing

SOOOO HARD. (I volunteer)

I am going to prank the actual s out of Ethan. Really taking the not swearing thing seriously huh

Sure whatever you say. He doesn't believe you'll get him back Gray. Kick his ass

Bruh

Eric deserves a medal for his phone acting. Well done faceless dude named Eric

I give up. I give up on everything. If that's not a fucking mood

Double bitched sounds like it should mean something else. Just saying

Boob caress

My guard's up. No your guard can't be up. Pretty sure that's not how it works Grayson

Just don't hurt me. Grayson is so not listening to him. He's still mad

No rules

It was fake There's no rules

Ethan being hurt Gray doesn't love his present

Still mad.

Rubs sweat all over comfy jumper. Childish

HE STILL LOOKS FUCKING LIVID.

Alrighty take three of finishing this thing. Tumblr crashed yesterday after I spent like 2 hours writing this and deleted half my comments. I couldn't finish it then cos it was almost 2am and I had work today so I redid it from like the 20 minute mark of the video. Then I saved it to my drafts And published it but it deleted the last like 5 minutes of comments so I had to redo them again. Here's hoping Tumblr sorts it's shit out cos it's late and I have work again tomorrow. 🐨

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Easter

You know what that means?

…

Spring break!

Yaaas!

Finally!!

You and your roommates have been waiting for this vacations for months!

You three shared a dorm over at Lynchburg College. For months you heard them planning their trip to Florida when they gave you the perfect idea.

You were going on vacations too!

Where?

hmmm…..Oh, i know!

To Gotham city!

///*\\\

It had just stopped raining when you arrived over to the Gotham Royal hotel, one of the best (if not The best) hotel in the city.

As you checked in, the young man behind the desk gave you a smile as he gave you your keys to your royal suite. You smiled back as you thanked him, the man’s work partner smiles too as she gifts you with a huge basket with your favorite fruits and sweets.

You smile brightly and thank them, walking slowly with both your new basket and your bags over to the elevator.

A few minutes later, you were putting your folded clothes in the closet as the bag laid in the big table.

The room was amazing.

Big with lots of natural light, a big soft bed with silky sheets. A big couch and a tv with also a big table. The bathroom was impressive, with a big bathtub with massage, a shower and fancy comfy towels.

As you finished putting everything on its place you smiled and checked the time.

Hmmm...It's pretty late, so you decided to have a quick breakfast in a good coffee shop you’ve heard non-stop since you arrived.

Gotham Cafe

After that you’ll go sightseeing for a bit and look for a clothe shop or sewing store to buy some new cute fabrics for your new designs.

You never thought you’ll also meet a charming beautiful man there that would steal your heart!

///*\\\

You entered the rather small coffee shop to be greeted by the soft hum of peoples talking and the sweet smell of coffee and freshly made croissants.

You had been kinda busy going over the photos you made about some adorable kittens in Gotham’s park and also a few beautiful flowers you had just seen in books before.

So far you were loving it here!

You had been so distracted that you didn’t see the tall man in a fancy silky suit as you bumped into him, letting out a soft yelp of surprise.

You apologized profusely, embarrassedly looking down at your spilled books as the man tries to calm you as he helps you pick your books.

Quickly as you snatched the last book from the floor, you apologized again and ran to the counter, cheeks burning hot.

Not realizing you had left your Design notebook in the hands of the suited man.

He smiled.

“Cute.” He grins as he pulls his bowler hat on his head and walks to the counter  too, being immediately greeted as he peeped on your book.

///*\\\

As you finished ordering your french toast and Orange juice the man  from before coughed softly as he smirked.

“ Hello, miss (l/n)” He greeted, charmingly.

You jumped a bit surprised as you turn to him. Your cheeks blush as you stare at the handsome man.

He had nice brown hair and beautiful eyes behind metal glasses that framed his eyes, nice cheekbones and a breath-taking smirk.

You let a flustered shy “Hello” back

“Nice going, (n/n)” You thought as you chewed on your lower lip softly.

He let a charming laugh as you smile back.

“ Beautiful designs, I must say. I’ve never seen such beautiful designs.” He smirked.

“T-thank you…?’”You confused looked at him, thinking how would he know. “Wait how did you-” You sighs as he smiles, his knowing eyes telling you you already knew the answer.

And you did, honestly.

He noticed as he smiled and held your book out for you. You blushed harder as you grabbed it from him, your fingers touch for a bit as you two look at each other for a long while.

“ Have someone ever told you that you’re more enchanting that all the words in a book?” He smiled at your flustered state.

“I-Okay, thats kinda cute.” You smiled. “ Almost as cute as your dimples.” You wink, as now he was the one blushing.

“ Oh? Well clearly you must have been told once that you’re more beautiful than any goddess? I will be your worshipper,my queen.” he says, as he kisses your hand. 

You were blushing madly at the last line, as you softly“ Your eyes are like pools i’d love to swim in...such perfection...” You said, as effectively you got lost in his eyes until...

“ Miss, your order” The waitress says kindly as she holds your order for you,. You smile as you thank her, slighty out of it because you were on your fantasyland just now.

The man was waiting for you on a small table, holding a coffee on his hand. You shyly smiled as you took a seat.

“My name’s Edward, Edward Nygma. Thought you may call me Ed.” He smiles. You smile back.

“ I’m (Y/n), (Y/N) (L/n). But you kinda knew.” You smiled sheepishly. He smiles back.

You two talk for what feel like ages. He told you how he was Mayor’s Cobblepot chief of staff. You told him how you were a college student with the dream of becoming a fashion designer. The Two of you bonded over liking Riddles, Reading. Also you complimented him for his suit choice. A very good suit honestly.

He blushed slightly as you smiled at him.

You liked him.

You liked him a lot.

///*\\\

As you listened to Ed talk about his last work you finished your juice and smiled at him. He smiled back.

The two of you keep looking at each others with a complexity behind your eyes as your faces came closer.

Suddenly your phone beeped, breaking you from the fantastic view that was Mr. Nygma.

You blushed madly, coughing to cover for your embarrassment.

“ Im so sorry! I must go, I want to go sightseeing before I look for a sewing store!” You said as you gathered your books.

He got up too as he held the other half of your books and held a hand out for you.

“ Then let me be your guide, I’ll give you the best tour of all of gotham!” He smiled, his eyes light with happiness.

He was nice, cute and handsome so you weren’t going to say no.

“Sure! Sounds very good to me” You smiled as you hold to his arm.

“Then, my lady.” He said kissing your wrist sweetly, making you blush. “ Welcome to Gotham.”

///*\\\

Ed was a total sweetheart.

And oh my, Were you in love with the man.

OKay okay, it’s a bit cliche I know! But he and you just...clicked. He was the perfect man for you!

You two got so many things in common!

That’s what your thoughts were as him and you went out of the sewing store, he holding your bags with the new fabric like a gentleman. You smiled, thinking what a wonderful day it had been.

First he had taken you to an even more impressive than the Gotham’s garden. Then he took you around main street and the business there. After he saw you looking with a bright smile at a tv showing an ice skating competition, he took you to Gotham’s ice ring. Where, with his connections, you were able to skate for a bit.

You smiled at him, cheeks rosy as he talked about how he wishes to soon see your work completed. You smiled at him and told him he would be the first to see, to which he gave you a weird deep look that you brushed back.

“ I should go back to the hotel, it’s almost dinner time” You frown, wishing to stay with him a little while longer.

“Oh! How about we go to a nice italian restaurant I know? It’s the best in the city, besides I want to spend more time with you. You're so...fascinating” He smiles. You blush and chew your lip.” My treat” He kisses your hand sweetly, his beautiful eyes look into yours and you knew the answer.

“ Sure! sounds perfect to me!”

But let’s be honest, no one can say No to his cuteness.

He smiles as he guides you to his car.

///*\\\

In the end took you to beautiful restaurant, which looked really expensive for a college student. It smelled wonderful in there, as if they took a slice of Italy back into Gotham.

You and him took seat in the best table of the restaurant. Still chattering over the last scientific theories you had read about.

While you effusively tells him about your personal favorite, on his imagination, his dark side materialized next to you, he whispered to him his deepest desires of keeping you and never letting you go. About how perfect you were for each others. How beautiful and smart you were.

You could keep with his talks.

And he really, really loved that.

As he looked at you with lovestruck eyes the food arrived.

Before his dark self disappeared it kissed your cheek as you held your plate of (f/pasta).

“Don’t let her go, Ed” It smirked at the suited male.

“Oh I won't.” He thought to himself as he smiled sweetly at you. “ I will do everything to make her stay with me.”

///*\\\

After you finished eating, Ed suggested a walk around the property. Turns on the owners had a big beautiful garden full of flowers and plants naturally from the Tuscany of Italy. As you and ed walked around, the moonlight setting a comfortable romantic air, he stopped suddenly, making you bump into his back softly.

“ Sorry, Seems like I like bumping into you, must be magnetism” You joked/flirted. But the seriousness in his face made you stop.

His cool hand touched your cheek sweetly as his hand wrapped around your waist.

“E-edward?” You asked, blushing madly as he pulls you closer.

“ Riddle me this, (Y/n)...” His deep voice says softly, lips brush against yours

“I am just two and two.

I am hot. I am cold.

I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told.

I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course.

I am given with pleasure when taken by force.

What am I?”

You were so mesmerized by his passionate eyes that your lips parted, tongue dried and cheeks aflame, with a small voice you answered.

“-a K-Kiss-” Your sweet voice said but soon was cut off as his chapped lips slammed into yours in a sweet soft kiss.

Your first kiss.

Oh snap it was wonderful.

You were surprised, nonetheless. But soon your eyelids closed as your hands buried in his soft dark locks, your lips followed his, shyly and nervously. It was quickly wash away as he pulled you flush in an hug, deepening the kiss  as your lips caressed and worshipped each others.

A soft moan escaped from your swollen lips as his forehead joined yours.

“ (Y/N), I like you...i like you so much. I’ve never liked anyone quite like i like you…” He caresses your cheek sweetly, smiling and blushing. Glasses slightly ajar from the kiss. You pull them straight as you smile at his cuteness “ I think-no, I am in love with you. I want to get to know you more, i want to be with you...Please, Would you go with me?” His blush was redder than the roses in the garden, he looked gorgeous with the moonlight caressing his features.

After a bit you smiled, the surprise was quickly changed by love as you kiss his lips chastely.

“ I thought this was already a date, Ed” You winked, making him smile softly and murmur a “yeah, it kinda was” with a sheepish look. “ But Yes. Yes i will. “ You hold his chin as your plump lips kiss his. “ I love you too, Ed.  A lot” His smile was bright and loving as he peppered sweet kisses on your cheeks. “ Thought, you've stolen something from me.” You smirk.

“ Oh yeah? What, my beautiful princess?” He smirks back, hugging you and pulling you close. his lips glued to yours.

“ Riddle me this...If you break me, i do not stop working.  if you touch me, i may be snared. if you lose me, nothing will matter…” You whisper seductive.

He smiles as he pulls you deeply into a kiss.

“ Your heart.” He sighs against your lips as you share a passionate kiss under the moonlight.

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader 

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k 

Songs: Pleaser-Wallows, 505-Artic Monkeys, Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood, Paper Planes- M.I.A, We come running- Youngblood Hawke, Young dumb and broke- Khalid, Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys, Break the Rules- Charli XCX

“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.” 

A/N: There might be some typos and grammatical errors sorry for those, I you want to be added to the Taglist just message me about or comment it. I’ll have a google form for it soon. 

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice. 

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters. 

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe. 

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…” 

I stepped out of the room. 

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,” 

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. 

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla” 

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me. 

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first. 

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,” 

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.  

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.” 

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,” 

“You, too,” 

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up. 

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while. 

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest. 

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation. 

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?” 

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,” 

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,” 

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side. 

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,” 

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse. 

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good. 

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored. 

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out. 

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble. 

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park. 

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly. 

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek. 

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

 I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

  By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol. 

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure. 

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway.  Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry. 

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory. 

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now. 

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?” 

“Art,” 

“Why are you there? You love art,” 

“I’m not feeling it today,” 

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,” 

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show. 

“What season?” 

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math? 

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off. 

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,” 

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

 I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone. 

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year. 

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible. 

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back. 

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?” 

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature. 

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?” 

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. 

I drank some more of the water before speaking up. 

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?” 

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said. 

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it. 

“Are you okay?” He asked me again 

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to. 

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after. 

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,” 

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”. 

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said. 

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?” 

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling. 

Bri ran towards me 

“Oh my god are you okay,” 

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,” 

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go. 

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug. 

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you” 

“I insist,” I laughed again 

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,” 

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and  I’d like  to keep it that way. 

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry. 

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.  

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.  

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?” 

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?” 

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me. 

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,” 

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it. 

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head. 

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.  

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race 

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status? 

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student. 

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)? 

Yes, as a child. 

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes. 

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes. 

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door. 

“Yeah, I’m okay!” 

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point. 

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in. 

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me. 

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body. 

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move. 

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend. 

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well. 

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?” 

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.” 

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes. 

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,” 

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,” 

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch. 

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,” 

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death. 

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.  

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything. 

But I got the text. 

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,” 

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me. 

“Y/N-“ 

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass. 

I tried not to laugh at him and failed. 

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me. 

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now. 

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,” 

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me. 

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off. 

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?” 

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail” 

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,” 

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile. 

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room. 

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach. 

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore. 

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest. 

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible. 

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death. 

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart. 

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

 I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps. 

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways. 

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason. 

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself. 

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then. 

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’. 

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago. 

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it. 

Then unpaused it again. 

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it. 

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town. 

Holy Shit 

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood.  I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan. 

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive. 

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though.  I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.  

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me. 

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face. 

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs. 

I followed after her, 

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes. 

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,” 

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded. 

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,” 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

“Yeah well right back at you,” 

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.” 

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating. 

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,” 

“Fine then,” She screamed. 

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying. 

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her. 

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained. 

“Hey,” I whispered back. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“No,” 

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised. 

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap. 

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.  

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes. 

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said. 

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really. 

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti. 

She smiled when she saw me coming into view. 

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me. 

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned. 

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,” 

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt. 

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”  

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.” 

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said. 

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,” 

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too. 

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.  

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in. 

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans. 

Shit 

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar. 

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown,  the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance. 

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck. 

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg. 

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch. 

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds. 

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together. 

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’ 

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea. 

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was. 

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?” 

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice. 

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,” 

“Alright,” 

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire. 

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child. 

“Say it back,” 

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call. 

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up. 

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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The Tides Have Turned-Part 10

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Ten

Nate’s POV

Before I knew what I was doing, I had y/n in a liplock. My mouth was moving ferociously on hers, and my hands tightly cupped her face. She kissed back with equal fervor, and the kiss became so intense it sent us tumbling to the sand. My hands roamed her body, my breathing becoming ragged. She probably thought I was just horny, but for me this kiss held all sorts of emotions. I couldn’t stand the thought of Gilinsky getting his hands on her, this fueled me to become more aggressive. She was moaning beneath me as I pushed her cardigan off and unbuttoned her shorts.

She rolled over on top and played with the hem of my shirt while kissing me passionately. The minty taste of her chapstick was stuck on my swollen lips, and I groaned at the familiarity. She slipped her hand beneath my shirt and rubbed my chest while rolling her hips against mine. I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me. Suddenly droplets of water were plopping on my face, and I squinted to see. She let up her kisses to take in our surroundings. It was starting to sprinkle.

We were so caught up in ourselves that we hadn’t noticed the changing weather. As each second passed the droplets were falling heavier. I quickly stood and grabbed her hand.

“Come on, I have an idea” I say while breaking into a speedwalk to the house.

Y/n’s POV

Nate and I broke into a full on sprint towards the house as we were becoming drenched. It crossed my mind that not one of the guys thought to look for us in the rain. Assholes. I made a mental note to rag on them later.

Nate was in front of me, keeping a tight grip on my wrist. His dark hairs were hanging in his eyes and he squinted to see me.

“You good lil mama?” he yelled over the sound of the rain. I couldn’t help but giggle, this was ridiculous.

“As good as I’ll ever be!” I shout in return. We had no shoes on, our clothes were heavy, and we were sprinting down the beach like maniacs. This would be comical if it were happening to somebody else. Nate took the steps two at a time to get to the back door. He tried to slide open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yelled in exasperation. He turned to look at me, my long hair hanging in my face. “Those assholes locked us out!” he yelled in disbelief. I didn’t really know what to do. The guys must have gone up to bed and forgot we were out of the house. Strike two, boys.

“Shit!” Nate said throwing his hands up. We paced the back deck for a few minutes trying all of the boys’ cell phones. No one was answering, of course.

“No answer” I say trying the last number. “What are we gonna do?” I asked.

“Hang on, I have another idea. Get on my back so you don’t have to run through the mud” he said turning around. He quickly ran towards the front of the house and tried all of the doors to the bus parked in the driveway. He rounded both sides of the car with no luck, settling on trying the trunk as a last resort. By the grace of God it swung open and we crawled inside. Nate pulled the trunk closed and collapsed in the back to catch his breath. We looked ragged and road-worn. We looked at each other and erupted into a fit of laughter.

“What the fuck was that?!” I say laughing harder.

“Beats me that shit came out of nowhere. Look at us! We’re ruined” he said while brushing the hair out of his eyes. His black t-shirt clung to his body, and I could see every line and feature of his toned torso. The way his dark locks hung when wet didn’t help my frustration below. I quickly shifted my legs, trying to focus on anything other than Nate’s enticing body.

“Well for the sixth time tonight, now what?” I ask ringing out my hair.

“Uhh, shit. Didn’t think that far ahead” Nate said rubbing his neck.

“I don’t think people plan for this Skate” I giggle. “We could get a hotel?” I say quietly. Nate looked straight at me. I hope that wasn’t too forward.

“Sounds like a plan to me” he said, before rummaging in the backseat. He pulled out a Nike duffel bag which had a couple sets of unworn gym clothes.

“Hell yes!” he said fishing through it. “I knew I kept an emergency gym back for a reason” he smirked, one dimple forming on his cheek. He found some spare cash that was shoved in the side pocket.

“Is it enough for a night?” I question.

“Hmm, we might be short” he said before climbing over the rows of seats. He looked in every side compartment in the bus before he found another ten bucks stuck in the seat cushion.

“Jackpot!” he grinned.

“Wait. Isn’t that Johnson’s roadtrip snack fund?” I ask giggling.

“To hell with his snacks! This is survival of the fittest baby, we gotta do what we gotta do” Nate said making me laugh harder. He grabbed my hand and helped me climb over the seats until I reached the front passenger side.

He climbed into the driver’s seat and messed with the visor above him before a spare key fell into his lap.

“You have a solution for everything don’t you?” I ask slyly.

“Just call me a Renaissance man baby” he said all cocky. I shook my head.

“Drive” I said. Nate pulled out of the driveway and proceeded into town, barely going over 35 miles per hour. We kept our eyes peeled for any sort of motel. We finally spotted one that offered 24 hour front desk service. He parked the bus, slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and grabbed my hand so we could run inside.

We stumbled into the lobby, dripping once again.

“Woah! Can I help you two?” the lady at the front desk asked. “Some storm isn’t it?” she continued. We were forming puddles at our feet, so I would say so lady.

“Yeah can we get a room, please? We need to escape this storm for the night” Nate said politely.

“Well you are in luck because we have one room left. However, it only has one queen bed. Will that be okay?” she said. Nate looked at me unsure what to say.

“That’ll be fine, thank you” I instantly replied. I caught his smirk out of the corner of my eye.

“Okay, you’ll be in room 16B, here are your room keys. Be careful out there!” she called before returning to the back room.

We wandered around for a minute before finding our assigned room. Nate effortlessly slid the key card in and unlocked the door. He dropped the duffel bag on the floor by the window. I walked further inside taking in my surroundings. It was a nice little motel, nothing fancy-but it would get the job done for tonight. I peeled my now soaked cardigan off of my skin and laid it on the back of the chair to dry. I turned to see Nate staring at me hungrily. I didn’t realize my white tank top was now stuck to me like another layer of skin. Everything I had was pretty much being showcased. Nate’s eyes darkened at the sight, and he barely hid the fact that his eyes were raking over my body.

I slowly stripped the tank top off my body, and wiggled my shorts down my legs. I was left standing in my bra and panties, and I sauntered into the bathroom to run a hot shower. Nate was left standing in the bedroom, speechless. I stripped my underwear off and popped my head around the corner.

“You coming?” I asked. Nate didn’t answer, but let his stripping do the talking for him. He peeled his shirt off of his body and stepped out of his pants. The clothes remained strewn across the floor as we stepped into the steamy shower. I ducked my head back to let the hot water stream over my face and chest. The warm sensation was quickly replaced by the feeling of the cool tiles against my back. Nate had me pressed to the shower wall and was intently sucking on my neck. I groaned at his spark of aggression.

I dragged my fingernails down his back causing him to roll his neck.

“Fuck, y/n. Look what you do to me” he said breathless once more. All of the previous passion encountered on the beach was reignited. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, and bit his lip here and there. He lifted my legs to wrap around his waist.

“Don’t tease Nate, I can’t take it” I groaned, knowing he liked to take his time.

“As you wish baby” he smirked. He proceeded to slide in causing us both to groan at the feeling. The water rushing over us made our bodies a slippery mess as he thrusted intently. In this moment he had an aura of maturity about him. This fueled me as I matched his thrusts, stroke for stroke. He grunted and groaned clawing at my back to keep me as close to him as possible. I’ve never had a lover be so touchy feely before, this was new for me.

“Oh my god Nate” I moaned as he became relentless. He was ruthless with his rhythm.

“Fuck,” he moaned against my neck. “I’m getting close baby” he said. His words made me tingle all over and I was going to peak in a matter of seconds. He ran his tongue along my jaw, the contact pushing me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as my chest heaved. I always became breathless and weak afterwards. Nate quickly followed suit and let my slippery body slide down his until I felt my feet touch the ground once more. His strong hands gripping my ass, before placing one last kiss on my lips.

“Shit” I say aloud with a slight laugh.

“Fuck, I know” he said running his hands through his hair. “I’ve been needing to do that for a while” he said laughing. I give him a pinch on his ass before stepping out of the shower. I pad over to the duffel bag with the white fluffy hotel towel wrapped around me.

“Nate?” I call out as he finished showering.

“What’s up babe?” he hollered back.

“Is there something in this Mary Poppins bag of yours that I can wear?” I could hear his deep laugh resonate in the shower.

“Look towards the bottom, you’ll see my old basketball jersey and some boxers” he yells back.

“Thanks” I say while rummaging around. Sure enough there was his old jersey with “Maloley” printed in large block letters on the back. I slipped it on over my head along with a pair of his Calvin Klein briefs. He emerged shortly from the bathroom with a towel hanging from his hips.

“Damn” he said.

“What?” I ask looking down at my outfit. “Too weird?”

“No, no. You look great, I’ve always wanted to see you wearing one of my jerseys” he said meekly. I smile to myself as he grabbed something for himself.

“Do you mind if I just wear these?” he said holding up a pair of black briefs.

“No, we’ll match” I giggle flashing him my underwear. He threw his head back in laughter.

“You’re too much, you know that?” he said before disappearing into the bathroom again. I started to flip channels on the crappy cable TV when he flopped down on his stomach next to me.

“So, what are we gonna do?” he said resting on his hands.

“Well I’m hungry, so how about we order some Chinese or something? I say casually.

“Fuck yes” he said scrambling to the phone. I knew Chinese was one of Nate’s favorites to binge on, which is why I suggested it. Nate called up the restaurant and started placing our orders.

“Hi, can I get orange chicken with fried rice, and-” he started speaking as I stood opposite him making stupid faces. He looked at me and tried his best to hold in his laughter so he wouldn’t come off rude.

“Hmm, yeah that’s right. No, two please” he continued, his dimples puckering his face because he was restraining himself. I loved Nate’s laugh, so I always tried my best to elicit one from him.

“You’re so going to pay for that!” he said hanging up the phone.

“What are you gonna do to me?” I reply batting my eyelashes innocently. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Uhh, bad things if you keep that up” he said. I just shoved him back on the bed as I moved to the mirror to put my hair up in a makeshift bun.

About twenty minutes later a delivery guy came knocking at the door. Nate answered it and paid the man from the leftover cash in his duffel bag. I felt bad for the poor guy, having to go out and deliver in this rain.

“Oh my god this is sooooo good” I groaned after taking the first few bites. Nate made a content sound in agreement. This is exactly where I wanted to be. I looked at Nate, completely unaware that I was staring, he was tranquil. He was relaxed, and at peace with himself. There weren’t any crazy guys ruining this moment, it was just Nate and I binging on our greasy Chinese.

We finished up and started to get ready for bed. I finished brushing my teeth and turned off the light before crawling under the covers with Nate. A Jurassic Park marathon was on so Nate contently put the remote down and pulled me into his chest.

“This shit is classic” he said referring to the movies.

“Mmm, yeah but Jaws is better” I counter. He pulled back to look at me.

“What?! Dinosaurs are way more terrifying than a mythical jumbo shark” he said.

“Oh, because there’s really a Walt Disney World of Dinosaurs Nathan!” I say laughing at him.

“You say that now, but you watch. One day this will happen and I’ll be there to say I told you so” he said defensively. He was crazy, but I enjoyed his company.

We were halfway through Jurassic Park 3 when I noticed Nate was quiet. I looked up to see the poor guy sleeping.

“Nathan” I whisper loudly. “Are you sleeping?” I try again. I was stuck under his arm and wanted to move, but I didn’t want to wake him.

“I was” he whispered back. I let out a giggle before rolling over to settle down myself. I felt his bare chest push against my back and his muscular arm snaked around my waist. He didn’t say anything more, allowing us to drift off. Nate was a great guy, any girl would be lucky to call him theirs. I couldn’t help but feel like I was holding him back, he should be getting out there not being fuck buddies with me. A twinge of sorrow washed over me. I slowly closed my eyes relaxing into Nate’s shallow breaths.

[noradarhkpalmer]

Ice Skating Your Way Into History

Title: Ice Skating Your Way Into History

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: Minor swearing.

Summary/Notes: Nora and Ray Palmer go to New York City 1996 for a romantic second date. Ray Palmer goes out of his way to insert at least four rom-com in New York City tropes into their trip. Nora Darhk continues her path of redemption.

Day five of 25 days of Darhkatom! Feel free to click the tag on my blog to see the other days! Basically, I will be posted all loosely related (unless stated otherwise) fics for 25 days straight!

Ray made good on his promise. After getting back from the last mission, Ray told her the next day he had a surprise for her. When she had awoken the next morning, a winter coat, a sweater, and jeans were all fabricated for her and had been draped across the end of the bed. She looked off to the side of their bed and saw a pair of ice skates. Nora smiled and found a note from Ray on his pillow.

‘Get dressed and meet me on the jumpship. -Love, Ray’

Nora grinned and immediately got up to get ready. She opted to carry the ice skates and put on other boots instead and walked to the jumpship. She saw him and picked her up her pace a bit. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

“Good morning.” She tugged a bit on his bottom lip when she pulled away from the kiss.

Ray smiled and ran his hand through her hair. “Good morning, are you ready?”

“Yes, absolutely, but aren’t we going to get breakfast first?”

“I’m so glad you asked... strap in, Nora Darhk, we’re going back to the 90s.”

Ray plotted the coordinates and set the jumpship on its course.

“We could’ve just used my dad’s time stone.”

“It’s more fun this way!” Ray argued. He got up from the command center as the jumpship rippled through time and sat down next to her. “I hope the ice skates fit. I had Gideon fabricate them using a scan of your feet. So they’re custom made.”

“You made a scan of my feel while I was asleep?”

“No of course not. We had one on file whenever you fabricated your boots.” He nodded eagerly.

Nora shook her head and kissed him gently. She rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her. “You know, this, sitting here like this is all I need to have a good time. You smell good and you’re comfy.”

Ray couldn’t help his grin. “Well, that might be all you need, Nora Darhk, but you said not too long ago you wanted to go ice skating. So here we are.” He saw the timeship had finally entered the universe and retook the controls to land them somewhere and cloaked the jumpship. He offered his hand to her and she took it gladly.

“Oh wait!”

Nora furrowed her brows at him. Ray grabbed one of many bags he had sitting on the jumpship and handed it to her. “What’s this?” She asked.

“You need to change into this first!”

xxxx

Nora felt eyes on her. People were probably rolling their eyes because even in the age before social media a girl would never turn down the opportunity to dress like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Halfway through changing she almost told Ray to forget it, that she felt ridiculous but he looked so excited so she did it for him.

She hid in an alley while he got their breakfast, too embarrassed to be left alone in public in New York City 1996. He came back with a hot chocolate with whipped cream and caramel drizzle and a croissant for her and a coffee and a croissant for him. They walked down by Tiffany’s and Nora gave him a look. Keep on walking.

That was fine. He would get her more into the spirit of their next activity instead.

xxxx

They returned to the jumpship and Nora changed back into the clothes she originally had on, Ray not providing a change of clothes for this one but instead picked up a picnic basket.

“What is wrong with you, Ray Palmer?” She laughed.

“It hasn’t snowed yet, just been really cold so I figured we could have a picnic in Central Park?”

Nora wanted to be mad but instead all she could do was grin.

xxxx

Their picnic was a more filling breakfast, Ray brought scrambled eggs that were still warm, sausage and bacon and buttered toast. He brought orange juice in a thermos to keep it cool and they shared it. Once they finished they packed it up but remained sitting on the blanket he had brought, under the tree, in each other’s arms. Nora laid her head on Ray’s chest and sighed happily.

Ray played with her hair, slightly wishing the tiara she was wearing earlier was still in it when he heard her sigh.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, just happy.”

“Me too.” He smiled.

They returned to the jumpship and jumped to the same day but at nightfall so they could go ice skating. Finally. Nora had been thinking about this all day.

Ray couldn’t wait. He wasn’t sure if Nora could ice skate but she had wanted to do this. So he wanted to do this for her.

Once they got on the ice, Nora glided with ease and Ray could not stop staring. His queen skating around the ice as if she’d done it just yesterday. She did a lap and came back over to him and raised a brow at his confusion.

“What?”

“I... didn’t... I didn’t know you knew how to ice skate,” he sputtered out.

“I’m using magic to keep my balance.” She winked. “Also my parents would take my every winter when I was a kid. It was actually a lot of fun, the three of us, and I eventually could skate circles around my dad.” She smiled sadly at the memory. She never knew how much to share when it was a positive memory involving a man that tried to kill Ray and his friends for so long and eventually starting using her to do the same.

Ray placed his hand in hers. “That’s awesome. I’m glad you went ice skating as a kid. My mom would take my brother and me every winter too.” They began to skate at a slower pace so they could talk.

“How old would you be right now?” Nora asked.

“I was born in ‘81, so I’m about fifteen.” He had to do the math for a minute. He looked around and realized how much at fifteen he would’ve loved to take a girl he’d been crushing on here to ice skate and now he was.

Nora laughed quietly. “We should pick up young you and and then go to 2018 and grab young me and make them go on a date. They’d be the same age.”

“That’s not a serious suggestion, is it?”

Nora smacked him playfully. “No. It would probably break time given that by fifteen I was possessed by a demon and that would probably also scare fifteen year old Ray Palmer.”

“Good point. But I do think even at fifteen I would’ve tried to see the best in you.”

“And that’s why you tried to temporarily adopt a dominator baby.” Nora shook her head. “You’ve always seen the best in people so I could definitely see a fifteen year old Ray Palmer trying to see the best in a fifteen year old me.”

Nora was about to lean in and kiss Ray when someone zoomed past them and made her lose her balance slightly. A smug teenager who probably played ice hockey skated by them backwards and Nora held onto ray so she wouldn’t fall. Once she got her balance she glared at the kid. “Smug little shithead.”

“He reminds me of someone I went to high school with.” Ray chuckled. “Wait I think that is someone I went to school with. Yeah. Johnny Thunder. He plays ice hockey. His parents were stupid rich and took him on a Christmas vacation to New York City. I think he’s fat and alone and balding now if that makes you feel any better.”

Nora chuckled. “A little. It’s a wonder he didn’t go pro at ice hockey with how fast he skates.”

“Yeah... that’s true... I don’t remember.” Ray shrugged and took her hand again. “Shall we?”

Nora nodded and continued to skate with him in a comfortable silence.

They made a couple of laps until they heard a scream and looked to see Johnny standing over a little girl on the ice against the retaining wall. 

Nora skated over without thinking about it and crouched down to the unconscious little girl. A woman who was probably her mother was screaming for a doctor and asked if Nora was one. “Sort of.” She muttered more to herself.

Johnny was frantically trying to explain what happened. “I was just skating and she plowed right into me but I was skating too fast so she basically bounced off me and into the retaining wall. I heard a gross noise when she hit it.

Nora felt around to the back of the little girl’s head and felt a big bump and blood from where her skull had probably cracked underneath. She looked up at Ray and he started gesturing for everyone to give them space and when enough people backed away, Nora closed her eyes and focused her energy on the back of the girl’s head. A purple glow emitted from her hand and she felt the bump decrease by the second and the bone repair itself under her fingers as well as the tear in her scalp.

Nora opened her eyes to see the little girl come to she removed her hand and the little girl sat up and rubbed the back of her head. The little girl looked for her mother and put her arms out. “Mommy! What happened?”

“You bumped into someone but this nice lady saved your life. I’m not sure how but she did.”

Nora stood and the tried to not look embarrassed. “I’m just glad she’s okay.”

“Thank you, whoever you are, thank you.” The woman was crying happy tears at getting her daughter back and made her way to her husband off the ice.

Nora found Ray and he took her hands. “You were amazing! You saved that little girl’s life!”

“I don’t know about amazing, Ray, but I just wanted to help. Before I knew what was happening I was crouching in front of that little girl and healing her.”

“That’s what makes you amazing. You helped without a second thought.”

Nora blushed. “Thanks... hey, where’s Johnny?”

“I told him what happened was an accident and he just had to be more considerate of others from now on. He looked spooked enough to take me seriously.”

“Well, I suppose you did good today too.” She said and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m freezing. Let’s get hot chocolate and go home.”

Ray nodded and made their way towards the exit.

xxxx

When they returned they found everyone in the com center and Ray took off his scarf and gave everyone a look. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, we just wanted to see how long you guys would be out.” The group began to disperse and Mick slipped Ray a condom on his way out of the room. Ray shoved it in his pocket and wiped his hands on his pants like it was a disease he had just touched and looked at Nora.

“I don’t like how invested they are.”

“It’s sweet, I’m sure our parents would’ve done the same if it had been 15 year old us on a date.” She wrapped her arms around his middle and leaned up to kiss him.

Ray pulled back when a sudden realization hit him.

“What?”

“I know why Johnny Thunder ended up fat and bald.”

“Poor hygiene?”

“No... that little girl died. She ended up with a brain bleed after being taken to the hospital. He never wanted to skate again, he felt too much guilt and started drinking.”

“What?” Nora’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t realize saving that little girl made such an impact on history.

“Gideon, bring up any result on Johnny Thunder in 2018.”

“You are correct in your assumption that Miss Darhk saving that girl’s life is what changed his life for the better. Johnny Thunder is a professional hockey player for the Nashville Predators. He continued to play ice hockey after that night in New York City and has been playing for the Predators for the last three years.”

“He got to go to a Stanley Cup then!”

“A what?” Nora asked.

“A really important game in hockey. I only know about it because our high school tweeted about an alum... oh man history is starting to cement this is so cool.”

Nora laughed. “I think your little speech to him about being more considerate to others probably helped too. But I’m glad we made more than one person’s life better tonight.”

"You always make my night better, so it was good to pay it forward.” Ray pulled her in for a soft kiss.

“Yeah. It feels really good.”

[kylorenpunk]

Do them all. Suffer as I did 😂

Bitch I told you this was our friendship. We force each other to answer all the questions. 

1. selfie

Well… I wasn’t dubbed Selfie Queen for nothing… 

This one is interesting bc I have zero makeup on. The most recent ones are too blurry. A lot of my fav selfies are full faces of makeup tho. 

2. what would you name your future kids?

I feel like that’s a decision for both parents but I really like the names Felicity, Isabella and Dimitri. Yes, all of them are names from various franchises I enjoyed throughout the years. Be glad I’m out of my phase where I thought Vladimir was a good name. 

3. do you miss anyone?

I miss all my friends I don’t get to see frequently. Love all of y’all and hope y’all are doing well in life! 

4. what are you looking forward to?

Fucking graduating. Jesus Christ it’s taken me five damn years. 

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

From my club it’s Chris, Yara and Josephine. Also my entire friend group from back home. Honestly I love my friends so much. 

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

I feel like every situation is different so that’s a tough question to answer. 

7. what was your life like last year?

I honestly don’t remember much from December of last year. It was a good time though. 

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

I’m an emotional bitch. I’ll cry over anything. I cried over fucking Mulan the other day. 

9. who did you last see in person?

My parents and brother. Earlier in the day my club. 

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

I’m shit at it. My face gives away everything. The other day my professor was going into her inspiration porn narrative and I just gave her a cold dead look the entire time. 

11. are you listening to music right now?

No but I have the Hamilton soundtrack stuck in my head right now since that’s what I was last listening to. If you haven’t heard it I highly suggest it. Man I wanna see it so badly. 

12. what is something you want right now?

Sleep but I’m trying not to throw off my sleep schedule right now and am waiting a bit before going to bed. I only got three hours of sleep last night so that’s fun. 

13. how do you feel right now?

Kinda tired. Relieved that I got two service projects in a row done today. It’s been a long weekend. 

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

My friend Sebastian hugged me when I dropped him off. I guess that counts. 

15. personality description

I’m a makeup loving nerd who enjoys sitting in pajamas watching anime and superheros as much as she enjoys swatching EVERY lipstick in Sephora. According to my friends I can’t go 5 seconds without mentioning how old I feel and my love for Dungeons and Dragons. I’m also an asshole. (Wow this sounds like a 12 year old writing this)

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

Yeah tons of times. It’s bitten me in the ass. Oh well live and learn I guess? 

17. opinion on insecurities.

Everyone has them? If they say they don’t then they are lying. Mine is mainly related to my appearance or how I speak. 

18. do you miss how thing were a year ago?

I miss how things were in the beginning of this year. It started off strong then kinda turned into a shit show. 

19. have you ever been to New York?

No but it’s my top thing on my bucket list. My friends and I are highly considering a trip. 

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

Of all time: Get Low by Lil Jon 

Currently: “Told You So” by Little Mix (If you haven’t heard their new album I highly suggest it if you love girl groups that preach women empowerment) 

21. age and birthday?

22 - June 21st (She’s a Cancer)

22. description of crush.

I don’t have a hardcore crush right now. More like 5 second crushes that are over the second they do something I don’t like. 

Edit: Currently “celebrity?” crush is Nathan Sharp. I am seriously considering dropping $55 to see him at a convention this month. 

23. fear(s)

Heights, something terrible happening to my loved ones, wild snakes, and the usual common anxiety fears 

24. height

Five foot three inches. I’m short. Yes I know it’s not that short but tall people like to put me in the short category anyway. 

25. role model

My mom’s coworker who was my internship supervisor. She has a doctorate’s in what I want to do and is amazing at what she does. The amount of knowledge and experience that women has is incredible. She is also extremely funny and knows how to teach with a sense of humor which I appreciate. 

26. idol(s)

Celebrity idols? I don’t really idolize celebrities bc humans are humans and have flaws. 

27. things i hate

Immaturity, intolerance of differences, demeaning slurs, The Last Jedi, and the new Fantastic Beasts movie 

28. i’ll love you if…

Play with my hair, are kind to my friends and family, share common interests, show an interest in what I have to say, basically respect me and those close to me and we’re good 

29. favourite film(s)

Hairspray, High School Musical, The Greatest Showman, Stardust, The Harry Potter series, Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy

30. favourite tv show(s)

Jane the Virgin, Naruto (fuck off I hate myself too ok), the first three seasons of Arrow before it turned to shit

31. 3 random facts

I’m not artistically talented but I genuinely enjoy makeup and creating looks

I have a nonverbal brother with autism and he’s my favorite person ever

I completely programmed my brother’s communication device by myself 

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Now my friends are mainly girls but when I lived in Tampa 90% of my friends over there were guys (Hi Mason). I’m going to say that’s bc of us all playing video games in the Delta lounge (RIP Dirty D). But yeah now it’s mainly girls and 80% of my dude friends are gay. 

33. something you want to learn

Sign Language. Ice skating. Hairstyling. Fashion (I’m trying to be better about putting clothes together). Also I’m down to learn more about makeup and techniques 

34. most embarrassing moment

Either farting while doing an air guitar in front of my entire girl scout troop

or signing to my friend that I liked her friend at a party and his brother repeated what I had signed out loud in front of everyone

wait. No. When I F U C K E D  up in front a super hot guy while volunteering and then chose an 18 year old jock as my wingman. 18 year olds are dumbasses. Don’t use them as wingmen. Fuck you Khaled. 

35. favourite subject

In grade school I think it was English or History. It really all depended on the year. 

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

VISIT NEW YORK 

Hike the Smokey Mountains 

Visit Europe 

37. favourite actor/actress

Chris Evans (especially when he is trying to fight orange president on twitter) 

Also Mark Hamill is perfect 

38. favourite comedian(s)

I don’t watch comedians often. I guess the Fluffy guy? 

39. favourite sport(s)

The only time I give a shit about sports is when my university is undefeated or playing my first university in football. Or the soccer world cup if it’s on. However I appreciate the skill it takes to do a sport. 

40. favourite memory

San Antonio. It was my first time traveling without family and it was the greatest time. It was such a cool city 

41. relationship status 

Single - I take my sweet ass time 

42. favourite book(s)

Eragon (No, I haven’t finished the entire series. No, I don’t want spoilers bc I will do it eventually.) 

43. favourite song ever

“Get Low” by Lil Jon 

“Look Through My Eyes” by Phil Collins 

44. age you get mistaken for

Last year I got mistaken twice in a row within an hour for a middle schooler. I was 21 at at that time. During my internship one of the parents asked me if I had any kids. I’m either mistaken as a parent or as a 13-15 year old. There is no in between.  

45. how you found out about your idol

N/A since I don’t have an idol

46. what my last text message says

“lmao it’s alright” to Joey but the previous one is more funny “thankfully no one threw up this time” in regards to my friend’s party last night

47. turn ons

Well I aint about to talk about my sex life so let’s go with personality 

Common interests such as superheros or anime, charismatic, easy to get along with, common goals in life, cares about their loved ones, has passion, and someone I can hold an intellectual conversation with 

48. turn offs

rudeness, immaturity, inattentiveness, bad tempers, superiority complex, not being genuine, judging others, treating people like objects, and general lack of care for others or themselves

49. where i want to be right now

Back in the smokey mountains in a cabin watching movies and anime

50. favourite picture of your idol

N/A 

51. starsign

She’s an emotional Cancer

52. something i’m talented at

Apparently I’m good with kids      Makeup too I guess? 

53. 5 things that make me happy

friends, family, nerdy shit, makeup and Kakashi

54. something thats worrying me at the moment

Some shit happened last night that has me worried for some friends but I’m sure they’ll figure it out 

55. tumblr friends

A shit ton of y’all I know IRL. I won’t tag y’all bc that’s annoying af 

Joey’s my only internet friend @earthschampion (answer my text bitch) 

56. favourite food(s)

pasta, empanadas, crab rangoons, taziki sauce 

57. favourite animal(s)

Meerkats and koala bears

58. description of my best friend

K @burnitstronger: realest damn friend you will ever have. Will tell you how it is and provide never ending love and support. Never understands my dumbass shenanigans but loves me anyway. Love you boo 

J : Will also tell you how it is and forces you to watch Naruto and ruin your damn life. Will happily go with you to eat junk food after class. Will fight anyone who wrongs you and is def still plotting revenge on all my ex’s. Stans Loona

M: Will scream at you in Leo in a frightening but loving way. Has the best damn fashion sense I have ever seen. Is the friend that comes by when I need her to and brings a shit ton of snacks and love (J does this as well).

59. why i joined tumblr

I was bored on fourth of July in 2012 and my friends kept telling me that this website would be fun. Also the avengers “fandom” from back then 

60. ask me anything you want

I would say I’m sorry Mason but I enjoy making all my friends suffer. Make sure to give him a follow bc he’s cool. @masonjar828