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gravelyhumerus · 4 years

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Criminal Minds College AU - Chapter 2

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Title: “I may just take your breath away”

Relationship: Jemily

Summary:

Jennifer Jareau is having boyfriend troubles. Emily Prentiss tries to help and offers her cookies.

Slow-burn Jemily college AU where they live across the hall and despite all odds, the universe pushes them together. AKA they’re silly gay babies who pine after each other for months.

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Jennifer Jareau tossed her phone down onto her bed and grit her teeth.

“What do you mean I can’t come visit?” He had texted her, “I’m your boyfriend.”

JJ huffed. She couldn’t deal with this right now, it was too much. Classes were kicking her ass, and she barely had enough time to breathe let alone entertain her long-distance boyfriend.

She glanced at her whiteboard calendar, noting how the next week was absolutely covered in deadlines, tests and games all written in different colours in her small, neat handwriting.

She had this essay to do tonight, a midterm to study for tomorrow, close to two-hundred pages of readings and a dozen other commitments. On top of that she had promised her friend that they would apply to work in student government next week and she had some applications to fill out for that.

He didn’t seem to understand that she was balancing her increasingly challenging full course load, playing varsity soccer and trying to maintain her friendships with people who were actually still in the same city as her.

Finding herself working up to a panic, JJ realized she needed to calm down or she was going to have a full-blown anxiety attack and that was the last thing she needed.

She was alone in her dorm room, feeling particularly alone without Penelope Garcia’s cheery presence on the other side of the room to keep her company. Penelope was currently at the library, working on some sort of group coding project and JJ didn’t expect her home until much later.

She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, held it in, and then let it out through her mouth.

She reached under her blankets and retrieved her stuffed animal, a bunny she had named Fluffy when she was little, and clutched it to her chest, falling back into her bed. While she debated bringing him to college, JJ hadn’t slept a single night without the toy by her side, and she wasn’t about to start any time soon. She still remembers the time Rosaline helped her sew a shirt for him to wear. After her sister died, JJ found herself clinging onto Fluffy as much as she did when she was a kid.

She stared at her ceiling and her rows of fairy lights twinkled back to her. To her left, a photo of her and William LaMontagne Jr. smiled mockingly at her. He had his arm thrown casually across her shoulder, and she was leaning into his chest. It was from prom. Her hair was in long curls and a deep navy dress made her feel like a princess. Will matched her pocket square. He was looking at her with utter adoration while she smiled into the camera.

Things were so much simpler in high school when she had one goal, one focus: getting out. Last year was a rush of excitement, with everything feeling new and exciting that she blamed all her relationship problems on being overwhelmed with the transition. She promised Will, back when she was home this past summer, that things would be different this year, that they would have more time for each other.

What she meant was that she would make more time for him.

So far, she had not held up her side of the bargain. It was already October and she had not come home once, despite how she had promised to visit whenever she had a spare weekend. He was right to complain that he was always the one to call her, and not the other way around.

Now Will was coming to visit her, and despite her placating words, she really wished he didn’t. She couldn’t handle it.

She bit her lip. Why couldn’t she just be happy with her nice boyfriend who springs surprise visits on her? She understood why he was upset with her. He already bought his ticket and JJ did say that she wanted him to visit.

But now that it was happening she felt overwhelmed with the prospect.

She had noticed the weight lifting off her shoulders this fall, as she spent more and more time away from home. Away from him.

Which was so, deeply, incredibly selfish of her. They were nearing two years. Two perfectly nice years together. He always dealt with all of her baggage with such grace, her family loved him, and they had all these mutual friends who were talking about how JJ and Will were definitely going to get married.

Here, at college, JJ was just JJ. She wasn’t JJ and Will or JJ with the dead sister. He tethered her back to her life, her town. What she was desperately trying to get away from.

A hot, angry tear fell out of her eye and dripped down her cheek. She sat up.

Pulling a zip up sweater over her current outfit of sweat pants and a sports bra, JJ decided that tea would make her feel better. She tugged her long, blonde hair up in a high ponytail, wiping the last of the wetness of her face with her sleeve. She put her lanyard with the key around her neck, not really caring how she looked.

She needed to get back to her essay as soon as possible. She had wasted too much time on her fight already. Tea would help. Tea would get her brain working again and calm her down.

Whenever she couldn’t sleep, or she was up late studying for a test, her mom would always knock on her door, softly, and smile as she brought in a large cup. When she sent JJ off to college, it was with a bright pink tin full of assorted tea bags and a new mug with a rabbit on it. Holding onto it made JJ smile.

Walking down the hall in her socked feet, with her tea, mug and packets of sugar in her arms, JJ made her way to the communal kitchen. JJ found that she was quite angry with herself for not listening to her mom and buying a kettle so she didn’t have to leave her room for hot water.

She made a mental note to order one online.

In the meantime, she passed through the common area and walked into the kitchen, which smelled amazing.

The air was filled with the warm scent of freshly baked cookies. It surrounded her like a hug, reminding her of baking with her grandmother when she was little.

She looked around the tiny kitchen, which was on the smaller side, populated with a round table, a couple of fridges, a microwave, the oven and stove top and the old kettle, which was the target of JJ’s visit.

JJ opened the oven and peered in, peeking at the beautiful cookies which looked about halfway done. Not quite golden brown yet, but definitely melting into shape.

She wondered who would be baking cookies at—she checked her watch—eleven at night on a Tuesday, but I guess it was college and anything goes here.

Seeming to answer JJ’s question, the kitchen door opened, revealing her neighbour Emily, who was wearing a baggy black shirt that was for a band that JJ had never heard before and colourful, cat patterned, PJ pants. She seemed startled to find JJ gazing down into the oven.

“Admiring my handiwork?” Emily said, and JJ pulled back from looking longingly at the oven.

“It’s a bit late for baking, isn’t it?” JJ blurted out, then immediately kicking herself, worrying that she may come off as rude.

Emily took her comments in stride, laughing and sitting down at the table. JJ turned and began to fill the kettle with water from the sink, flustered at her own accidental hostility.

She hadn’t seen Emily for a while, since that house party last weekend, despite their dorm room doors facing one another.

The other girl was a bit of an enigma to JJ. They travelled in similar circles, at least the ones that didn’t revolve around soccer. But, by some twist of fate, they had only really talked beyond pleasantries for the first time outside of that bathroom.

“No,” Emily retorted, “Midnight is the perfect time. I usually have the kitchen to myself.”

“Oh sorry,” JJ said, feeling bad for interrupting and kicking herself for being so bold, “I just need the kettle, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“I don’t mind a visitor,” Emily said, “I just meant that this floor is always so busy and loud during the day. It’s peaceful at night.”

Emily was right. Their floor, while not that bad of a party floor, had really thin walls and people were typically more than aware of each other’s business. JJ found that with some people, she either had overheard enough of their conversations or had been told most of their business by her very nosey roommate, Penelope.

But Emily seemed to keep to herself, mostly. Her room was decorated with band posters, a few photographs that JJ had always been a bit too far away to examine in much detail, and a fun tapestry hung over the head of her bed. She knew she often heard loud music from her room, long past quiet hours, but never too loud that it was annoying. She mostly saw her hang out in Derek Morgan’s room, and wondered if the two were dating. Their relationship looked a lot healthier than JJ had with Will, at least, whatever they were.

JJ clutched her tea cup as the kettle heated up, leaning against the counter. JJ bit at her lip as she realized she had left her phone upstairs, mid-fight with Will. The sinking feeling that was overwhelming her upstairs was beginning to settle back into her stomach after the momentary distraction.

“What’s wrong?” Emily asked.

JJ didn’t realize that her expressions were that easily legible.

“I had a fight with my boyfriend,” JJ admits, surprising herself with sharing the information.

Typically she likes to lean into the put together perception that people have of her. JJ liked to keep the messy details to herself.

But, even in the cold glow of the fluorescent flights, there was something warm and friendly about Emily, despite her edgy aesthetic, that drew JJ in. Maybe it was the smell of cookies surrounding them that made her relax.

“Oh!” Emily says, “I’m sorry. What’d he do?”

“ He didn’t do anything. He’s wonderful,” JJ explained, “Uh- He’s too wonderful. He booked a surprise visit for next weekend but I have a midterm that Monday.”

“Ah shit,” Emily commiserated.

“There are a couple people who he knows in town so he wouldn’t be bored or anything, I just worry that I wouldn’t be able to focus on school if he was here.”

Emily nodded.

“I just wish he checked first.”

He did that a lot. He made decisions for her, all in the hopes of making her happy or making her life easier, and often at the expense of her plans or feelings. She just wished he had spoken to her beforehand this time.

The kettle boiled.

“Do you want any tea?” JJ asked Emily, secretly hoping she would be offered a cookie in exchange. “It’s uh-” she checked the label “-sleepy time.”

Emily smiled and nodded.

“I think there’s some spare mugs here,” JJ said, retrieving one from the drying rack.

JJ filled the two mugs, letting the hot water mix with the fragrant tea, watching the water turn a warm and rich brown. The slightly minty blend of chamomile and various other fruity teas competed with the cookies for JJ’s senses.

“That smells amazing,” Emily commented. “What kind of tea is it again?”

“You’ve never had sleepytime tea?” JJ giggled. “I feel like my mom made me and my sister drink it any time we had bad dreams or were up past our bedtimes.”

“I didn’t know you have a sister,” Emily said, trying a sip of her tea.

“Yeah,” JJ said, sipping her warm drink and bracing herself for the other girl’s reaction. “I did.”

“Oh,” Emily said, stunned. “Oh gosh I’m so sorry.”

Emily’s phone went off, her alarm for the cookies blaring through the tiny speakers, interrupting the pity before it started. Emily smiled at JJ softly before waking over to the tiny oven and lifted the baking sheet out, using a bunched up dishcloth as an impromptu oven mitt.

“So why cookies?” JJ asked, changing the subject. “Is there a bake sale or something?”

“No reason,” Emily replied, “They’re better than the cookies from the café. Sometimes you just gotta do things that make you happy.”

JJ nodded.

“Anyways it lets me de-stress. An hour out of my room when all I have to do is make sure I don’t burn cookies.”

“That is important,” JJ said, “I would rather not have to stand out in the rain in the middle of the night because someone burnt some cookies down here.”

“I would never,” Emily said, “Scouts honour. If I set off the fire alarm, I’d do it with something better, something more interesting, like actual arson.”

JJ choked on her tea, giggling at the other girl.

Emily was funny. And nice. She never got the chance to thank her for helping out at the party last week, getting her teammate Kennedy some water and keeping JJ company in the hallway.

Emily grinned, scooping the cookies off the tray and onto a small plate. She returned to the table they were sitting at and placed it in the middle of the table, tilting it towards JJ, offering her one.

“For me?” JJ asked.

“It’s the barter system,” Emily said, “tea for cookies. We’re making our own economy here on floor two.”

“That makes sense,” JJ said through a mouthful of cookie. They were delicious, gooey and chocolatey and oh soo warm.

“Good?” Emily asked.

“Very good.”

“So,” Emily said, “What are you going to do about your boyfriend thing?”

“I have no idea,” JJ admitted, “I don’t think long distance is working.”

Emily nodded, and JJ could feel her eyes watching her, waiting for JJ to say something.

“He was my high school sweetheart, you know? I didn’t want to do what all the other people going away to college and just break up because we were far away. I thought we could do it.”

She sighed.

“Sometimes,” Emily said softly, “People just grow apart. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

JJ looked into her cup of tea. Maybe she and Will were just growing apart. Maybe that’s what it was. He was at the police academy and seemed to have endless free time. He was always calling her, checking in, his focus was entirely on her and JJ felt so torn. She wasn’t just busy, she felt like she was missing out on her new life here every time she spent the evening on FaceTime with him.

She sighed, it was too late to be thinking about this too much, she still had work to do, she still had to get some semblance of a night’s sleep before her practise the next day.

“What really matters,” Emily continued, “Is if you enjoy spending time with him.”

JJ looked away.

“I mean,” Emily said, “Isn’t that the point of dating someone?”

Her heart thudded with the feelings that tied themselves into knots in her stomach. Did she even want him to come? Did she even miss him?

The answer was clear to her, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to admit it.

“Thank you for the cookies,” JJ said with a smile.

She stood up and collected her things.

“I should probably go back to my fight with him.”

Emily opened and then closed her mouth, visibly confused.

“I am currently mid-fight,” JJ explained. “I left my phone in my room. I just needed a break.”

She paused and sighed.

“I also have an essay due tomorrow morning that I have to finish.”

“That's a lot,” Emily said frowning in sympathy, “Another cookie for the road?”

JJ accepted the gift and left Emily with her cookies, hoping that she didn’t bother the girl too much with her relationship drama. Emily waved at her as she left.

She went back to her room and found her phone buzzing with missed calls from her boyfriend. Gone was the peace and calm that surrounded her in the kitchen as she ate cookies with her new friend Emily. JJ fell back into a pit of frustration as soon as she picked up her phone.

Her thumb hovered above the call button, as she instinctively went to call him back. She hesitated, and instead, she turned off her phone.

Placing it on her night stand, JJ opened up her laptop and began to edit her essay.

#criminal minds #criminal minds tv #criminal minds bau #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jemily #jemily cm #emily prentiss x jennifer jareau #gravelyhumerus cm college au #college au #queerminal minds #criminal minds au #my post #yes emily stress bakes #yes emily has cat pjs #yes emily did check out jj in a sports bra it was hot #feel free to picture jj in an unzipped sports bra and sweat pants in this looking like an absolute snack #sorry this one is shorter i needed to actually make them get to know each other a touch before getting into the content

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0ceanoflight · 4 years

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My thoughts on Gaya Sa Pelikula now that I've watched all 8 eps.

Cause I need to write down my thoughts and Twitter's character limit just isn't enough so thank you tumblr. This is gonna be a rant

Also, just wanna say this is from the point of view of a gay trans masc enby, aka me.

First impression

Gaya Sa Pelikula is just.... Wow. It's hard to describe. I originally watched it cause some moots on Twitter kept talking about it and they recommended it to me. It doesn't take much for me to watch a gay show, so of course I checked it out. At the time I think maybe 2-3 eps were out.

I knew nothing about the plot. I had no expectations for it. Just hoping it didn't have any problematic stuff in it, hopefully some cute stuff, same as any other gay show. It was just some show to watch to pass the time. I was wrong. It's so much more than just a good show. It's rare for me to get THIS emotionally invested into a show.

From the first ep I thought "Oh, this is pretty realistic lol. I've said stuff like this", referring to Vlad's lines. That continued as I watched the remaining available eps. Later my moots mentioned that it was written by a gay man and I understood right away. GSP is a gay show with the intention of being very realistic. It wasn't just gay for entertainment's sake. It was gay for the sake for real gay people.

Characters

The characters are so well written. They are flawed. They're not perfect. They all have their own struggles that you wouldn't know until you sat down and talked to them. Their lines and personalities are real. They feel real. I've met people like that. I have friends like that. I see myself in them. Also the acting is incredible. Really brought it to the next level.

The Music

A golden sound track. Every song just fit. It felt like the songs were made for that scene. The lyrics, the vibe. There were so many times when I thought that lyrics perfectly fit the scene in a way that would make me connect even more to what was happening. Really couldn't have been better. 10/10.

The visuals and plot devices

The way everything seems to have a purpose. Everything seems to be interconnected. There were so many things that were mentioned earlier in the episode, or I'm previous episodes that you originally didn't fully understand, then they would come back and suddenly *mindblown*.

The lines in the first prom dancing scene in the first ep. The ghost stories (still blows my mind). Vlad not liking his hair being touch which wasn't explained till later. The keychain. The theme song test. The movie they were watching about the imaginary beach (I forgot the name). The reason behind Judit's seemingly fake/weird ally speeches. The reason why Karl always seemed so stiff and awkward. The closet. The orca. The remote. Ect.

All of that came back later in the show and added so much depth. The metaphors used seemed to almost add extra explainations. Like... they didn't just give more layers of complexity, but it gave us a stronger understanding of what was going on. Or at least it made it more emotional. Idk. I was just one of he people who read posts of others dissecting the show cause I'm not as good. Lol.

Also there were beautiful scenes visually. Karl's dance scene. Beautiful. The film scenes outside, looked gorgeous. The use of mirrors and the TV. Great. Awesome

Connections

There were a lot of things I connected to.

Vlad's lines like I mentioned above were among the first. I've personally said or thought very similar things. Or even those exact things. I was actually shocked at first. By how real that felt for me.

Vlad being lonely, but faking it. Aha. I'm an introvert, and people know it. As much as I need space, I get lonely very easily as well. And friends online sometimes aren't enough. It's not the same as having someone there. With covid, and the fact that all of my friends live far away or are normally too busy to meet up, I very rarely am actually with friends. It almost hurts tbh. Especially since I'm a very affectionate person. Also the gay yearning hours are real and powerful.

Karl's dance scene, letting out the inner femininity. So I'm a bit different. I never came out as gay. I'm a gay trans guy. People already knew, or assumed, I liked men. However I did have the struggle of inner femininity. I hated fem things up until I was maybe 15-16, maybe almost 17. I didn't know why I hated it, I just did. Clearly now I know why. However my evolution to being a fem guy from hating fem things happened around the same time as discovering I'm not actually a girl. It was confusing 3 years (yes it took me about 3 years to piece everything together, a bit longer to settle). My point is, once I opened up to fem things, it was beautiful. It really really was. I felt more comfortable. I felt freer. I went from "ew makeup, skirts, leggings, pink. I hate it". To wearing makeup, wearing leggings, liking pink, often painting my nails. I've worn pretty short shorts with a loose t-shirt and a cardigan. Peak fem. Felt great. I want to wear a skirt, but I'm too afraid to do that. I may feel better with being fem, but society is still society and I might get looks cause "wtf, a man wearing a skirt?". Maybe one day. Uhhh anyways. The times I've grown to become more fem felt like how watching Karl dance felt like. Just like that.

Karl's struggle with his sexuality. Ok again I can't relate on the gay part, cause my coming out was coming out at trans. However yea. That was an adventure. I remember being so confused in 8th grade & 9th grade. God that was.... something. At first I thought I just wanted to be more tomboyish, more androgynous. So I found androgynous girls with short hair and said "I want this". Everyone was confused. My friends said "is there a reason you cut your hair so short?". I was afraid of that question. At the time I didn't know why I was so afraid. I don't remember exactly what I said, but tbh I was pretty defensive. Of course I later realized why I felt that way. I remember finally figuring things out after I settled into knowing I was trans, I didn't know how to come out. I couldn't say it directly. In fact, I never did. To my friends I just said "he/him, they/them pronouns" when asked at events, and of course they knew, but didn't ask more. In fact one friend found out cause I wrote "agender" on a form cause he looked over my shoulder. For my family... I just dropped a big hint, and they understood something was up. I wasn't able to explain it well then either. It took another 2-3 months till I couldn't take it anymore and did my best to explain it better so they would take it seriously. I was afraid. I couldn't say it directly. I actually didn't come out to my my high school. I was too afraid. I had friends who were out and I was jealous. I was jealous of their bravery. Same as Karl to Vlad. I was out to friends, but couldn't be open in the real world, much like Karl. I was only out within the space of the GSA, and of the local lgbt center. That was my "apartment". It was only until after i graduated where I promised myself I would live my real self.

The prom dance scene. I missed my high school's prom too. I wasn't brave enough to wear a suit. That would be like coming out and I wasn't ready. So I missed that. I wouldn't have been able to be open of course. I went to the senior dinner. I guess that was the start of me trying to be open. I went in a suit. Tailored men's dress pants too. I went with friends.

Wanting to write my own stories. That's a big one isn't it? I never really do see myself in films or tv. An autistic mentally ill gay trans masc enby? Yea, not a thing. Not a popular role in hollywood, will never be. I'm not a writer, I wanted to be as a kid, I was going to go to uni for writing, but I'm not really good enough for that. I really really do want to see more of myself in media. I wish I could be able to create such things for other people as well. Cause things like Gaya Sa Pelikula are truly magical. It literally made me cry whenever something I related to happened.

#gaya sa pelikula #like in the movies #yea its long #i am emotionally attached to this show

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whatyouandihave-makesmefree · 4 years

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OTP Tag Game!

Thanks to @dancewithyoutoday for tagging me, this was really fun! <3 I've actually struggled a lot to come up with 10 ships, I think that starting from the third down they are not really in a real ranking, tho haha

1. Ian x Mickey (Shameless)

2. Brian x Justin (Queer As Folk)

3. Bill x Virginia (Masters of Sex)

4. June x Nick (The Handmaid's Tale)

5. Alyssa x James (The End of the F***ing World)

6. Pacey x Joey (Dawson's Creek)

7. Chuck x Sarah (Chuck)

8. Seth x Summer (The O.C.)

9. Jonathan x Nancy (Stranger Things)

10. Jane x Lisbon (The Mentalist)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Well, I honestly don't because I was 8-9 years old lol. I guess it was s3e12, where Joey is sleeping on the couch in front of a fireplace and Pacey just stops to watch her sleeping.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Hmm no, I haven't but… never say never!

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

Hmm, I'm gonna have to say no to this one too.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Well, this one hits a nerve, because they got back together right at the end of the series finale and it wasn't exactly as I expected... I can say with certainty that I would survive because I've had to deal with worse things than that (for example, Sarah completely forgetting that she was in love with Chuck since she lost her memory because of the Intersect, therefore breaking up with him because she couldn't feel anything, maybe ?!)

5. Why is 1 so important?

O-Kay. I think they are the ones who most of all taught me that in life it's not always all sunshine and rainbows, but if you have someone to share the joys and sorrows with, your fears, your desires, and who loves you and really accepts you for who you are, then you can't fear anything. Also because I've always loved them, even when I thought it was all over, I never really believed it. I think it was love at first sight with them, and it is mainly because of the incredible interpretation of Noel and Cam and their chemistry on screen that I completely fell in love with them, first individually as characters and then together as a couple. Plus, the thrills they give me… they make me feel something that I do not feel with any other ship, maybe only Brian and Justin can get close.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

I don't remember there are many funny moments between them, I think they are more of a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Definitely Ian and Mickey. They are perfect together. They are able to make you feel the same emotions they feel in that exact moment. As I write this I'm thinking about the kiss at the dock and for me that's the moment in which you perceive the true passion, the one that consumes the soul. They're the only ones who made me feel so much reality in the truest fiction.

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

HA. I seriously sound repetitive but, of course Ian and Mickey. They basically survived everything, prison, shitty fathers who wanted to kill them for being gay, stepsisters who wanted to ruin them just for revenge, diseases, consequences of the same diseases, prison (again?), goodbyes at the border of Mexico, other 'boyfriends', prison (yep, again.) and general misunderstandings. I mean, if they do not have the strongest bond...

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

I watched it just once, but I rewatched their scenes many times in the past (if I've understood the question...?)

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

Hmm, I don't know... Brian and Justin, maybe? Because they've been kind of together all the time, except for Justin's hateful time with Ethan, which luckily for us lasted relatively short.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

I'm not 100% sure, but from what I remember at least twice. The first time when Dawson found out about them, and the second one at the prom because of Pacey’s lack of self-confidence, he truly believed he was not good enough for her.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

I have to go for Brian and Justin because I think they can do anything together, even surviving a zombie apocalypse.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Yes, for a while. Sarah is a CIA agent whose mission is to protect Chuck, and for this reason she can't be sentimentally involved. Of course she seems to forget this little detail over time lmao

Ahhh, good 'ol times.

14. Is 4 still together?

Not at the moment. Unfortunately, they never had full freedom to be together, they had to do it secretly.

15. Is 10 canon?

YEES!

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Okay, this is reeally hard. Unfortunately, I don't have a clue about what Hunger Game is. But if I have to choose one at random I would say Nancy and Jonathan.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Sabotage? Well, kinda. Let's just say she tried to kill them. There was this girl, Bonnie who wants to take revenge on her boyfriend who died because of them (although she does not know that they killed him only in self-defense).

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Ian and Mickey, without any doubt. (For all the reasons mentioned above.)

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to, very much. Unfortunately, since the show was canceled, there aren't a lot of active pages about them.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

Sorry, Jisbon. I have to abandon the ship!

Thank you again, I really enjoyed it! :D

I’m tagging @himick, @isomymickey, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @littlespooneven, @thisfeebleheart, @definitely-not-here, @gallavich-and-millagher, @you-me-us-family, I apologize if you already did it! ;)

#games #i'm sorry for any language mistakes #:))

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tswiftdaily · 5 years

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New Reputation: Taylor Swift shares intel on TS7, fan theories, and her next era

Snakes begone. The 29-year-old superstar is back with a new album and a new outlook on life. We go inside the pop monarch's latest chapter.

THE PALM TREES ARRIVED IN FEBRUARY, seven in all, set against a pastel blue backdrop with superimposed stars. It appeared that a new Taylor Swift era was upon us — that the old happy-go-lucky Taylor was not, in fact, dead. Or did it? It wasonly an Instagram photo, just one more picture in an infinite content scroll. But it also came from a pop star known for prodigious hint-dropping, whose fans turn every piece of info into an online archaeological dig.

As expected, the summery post sent Swifties sifting through each detail with a fine-tooth comb. What did the trees symbolize? An overdue vacation? A recently purchased beach house? A secret palm-frond collection? Or maybe, as many surmised, it was new music. One Twitter user predicted that the number of stars in the background of the photo hinted at a single drop: “There’s about 60/61 [stars]️. There’s 61 days until April 26, FRIDAY, a SINGLE RELEASE day!” Another said it was the unofficial announcement of her next LP: “Okay so in this picture there are 4 palm trees on the left (4 country albums). There are two palm trees on the right (2 pop albums). There is one large palm tree in the middle. This represents her new album.” These may sound like ludicrous conspiracy theories — for the record, they were mostly correct — but they fit firmly within the Taylor Swift Musical Universe (it’s like the Marvel Cinematic Universe but with more guitars and fewer Stan Lee cameos).

“I posted that the day that I finished the seventh album,” says Swift about the photo. “I couldn’t expect [my fans] to know that. I figured they’d figure it out later, but a lot of their theories were actually correct. Those Easter eggs were just trying to establish that tone, which I foreshadowed ages ago in a Spotify vertical video for ‘Delicate’ by painting my nails those [pastel] colors.”

It’s now April, and the 29-year-old pop star is in a Los Angeles photo studio, giving her first sit-down magazine interview in three years. She wants to discuss the art of placing hints inside her work, as well as the upcoming record, which she recorded as soon as she finished the Reputation Tour. She’s also keen on detailing her own obsessions, talking up the TV shows, books, and songs that help shape her outlook on life.

Over the past 13 years, Swift has perfected the pop culture feedback loop: She shares updates about her life and drops hints about new music, which fans then gobble up and re-promote with their own theories, which Swift then re-shares on her Tumblr or incorporates into future clues. It’s like a T-Swift-built Escher staircase of personal memories and moments that tease what’s next. “I’ve trained them to be that way,” she says of her fans’ astute detective work. Swift is a pop culture fanatic herself (see: the jean jacket she’s wearing on the EW cover) and has an innate understanding of the lengths her audience will go to be a part of the original creation. “I love that they like the cryptic hint-dropping. Because as long as they like it, I’ll keep doing it. It’s fun. It feels mischievous and playful.”

Through this approach, Swift has designed the ultimate artistic scavenger hunt — and it’s easy to get swept up in its drama, even if you don’t listen to her music. Her moments aren’t always hidden, either. Sometimes Swift highlights aspects of her world just so fans feel like they’re on the journey with her. Like the time in March 2018 when pop singer Hayley Kiyoko was accused of shading Swift after mentioning her name during an interview. On Tumblr, Swift re-shared a fan’s post, adding commentary that defended Kiyoko, which immediately dispelled any conflicts between the two artists; Swift’s post subsequently received more than 29,000 notes. Four months later, she invited Kiyoko on stage during the Reputation Tour to sing her hit “Curious.” Kiyoko returned the favor when she had Swift join her that December at a benefit on behalf of the LGBTQ organization the Ally Coalition to perform “Delicate.” Fans of both artists were elated by the mutual support.

The feedback loop also extends outside of music. In October 2018, Swift broke her silence about politics by publicly endorsing two candidates for office in her adopted state of Tennessee, while encouraging her followers to register to vote. She kept up the civic momentum through Election Day when she asked fans to post selfies after voting; Swift then eagerly re-promoted her favorites on Instagram stories.

This practice of sharing and re-sharing and sharing again is why listeners consider Swift one of the world’s most accessible pop stars, someone willing to not only interact with her audience but invite them to secret listening sessions, or make the occasional surprise visit to their wedding or prom. It’s a symbiotic relationship, one that, as Swift tells EW, helped her dig out of the darker era of reputation. “It’s definitely the fans that made that tonal shift in the way I was feeling,” she says. “Songwriters need to communicate, and part of communicating correctly is when you put out a message that is understood the way you meant it. reputation was interesting because I’d never before had an album that wasn’t fully understood until it was seen live. When it first came out everyone thought it was just going to be angry; upon listening to the whole thing they realized it’s actually about love and friendship, and finding out what your priorities are.”

Then, during the Reputation Tour, she had an epiphany: that despite the caricature that she thought had been created of her, there were many people who saw what others had simply refused to. “I would look out into the audience and I’d see these amazing, thoughtful, caring, wonderful, empathetic people,” she says. “So often with our takedown culture, talking s— about a celebrity is basically the same as talking s— about the new iPhone. So when I go and I meet fans, I see that they actually see me as a flesh-and-blood human being. That — as contrived as it may sound — changed [me] completely, assigning humanity to my life.”

At tour’s end, she channeled that positive energy into the studio, recording the new album in just under three months. But the fast pace won’t mean a short LP. Swift confirmed that her seventh record (she hasn’t announced a title yet; the working nickname among fans is TS7) will include more songs than any of her previous releases. “I try not to go into making an album with any expectation,” she says. “I started to write so much that I knew immediately it would probably be bigger.”

The project will also feature a mix of old and new collaborators (on the candy-coated lead single “ME!” Swift brought in Panic! At the Disco frontman Brendon Urie and coproducer Joel Little, both of whom she had never worked with), but she is unsurprisingly coy about doling out much more information, as if doing so would break the carefully honed T-Swiftian feedback loop. “There’s a lot of a lot on this album,” she says. “I’m trying to convey an emotional spectrum. I definitely don’t wanna have too much of one thing…. You get some joyful songs and you get the bops, as they say.” There’s also, she adds, some “really, really, really, really sad songs,” but “not enough to where you need to worry about me.”

She gives us one more clue: The true distinction between TS7 and reputation is in the delivery. “This time around I feel more comfortable being brave enough to be vulnerable, because my fans are brave enough to be vulnerable with me. Once people delve into the album, it’ll become pretty clear that that’s more of the fingerprint of this — that it’s much more of a singer-songwriter, personal journey than the last one.”

The past month has seen a deluge of Swift activity, from the release of the new single to dropping more hints in interviews about the record and its title, which is apparently hidden somewhere inside the “ME!” music video (current fan guesses include Kaleidoscope and Daisy). But if the Easter eggs from the pop star seem like a business-as-usual routine, she says this album does indeed mark a new era of her life, where she’s been better able to prioritize what’s important to her.

“Our priorities can get messed up existing in a society that puts a currency on curating the way people see your life,” she says. “Social media has given people a way to express their art. I use it to connect with fans. But on the downside you feel like there are 3 trillion new invisible hoops that you have to jump through, and you feel like you’ll never be able to jump through them all correctly. I — along with a lot of my friends and fans — am trying to figure out how to navigate living my life and not just curating what I want people to think living my life is. I’m not always able to maintain a balance, and I think that’s important for everyone to know about. We’re always learning, and that’s something that I also had to learn — that I’ve got to be brave enough to learn. Learning in public is so humiliating sometimes…. Do I feel more balanced in my life than I ever have before? Um, probably yeah. But is that permanent? No. And I think being okay with that has put me in a bit of a better position.” Strong words to live by, to quote, to re-share, to tweet back to her, and see if she’ll respond.

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New Reputation: Taylor Swift shares intel on TS7, fan theories, and her next era

By: Alex Suskind for Entertainment Weekly Date: May 9th 2019

Snakes begone. The 29-year-old superstar is back with a new album and a new outlook on life. We go inside the pop monarch's latest chapter.

THE PALM TREES ARRIVED IN FEBRUARY, seven in all, set against a pastel blue backdrop with superimposed stars. It appeared that a new Taylor Swift era was upon us — that the old happy-go-lucky Taylor was not, in fact, dead. Or did it? It was only an Instagram photo, just one more picture in an infinite content scroll. But it also came from a pop star known for prodigious hint-dropping, whose fans turn every piece of info into an online archaeological dig.

“Our priorities can get messed up existing in a society that puts a currency on curating the way people see your life,” she says. “Social media has given people a way to express their art. I use it to connect with fans. But on the downside you feel like there are 3 trillion new invisible hoops that you have to jump through, and you feel like you’ll never be able to jump through them all correctly. I — along with a lot of my friends and fans — am trying to figure out how to navigate living my life and not just curating what I want people to think living my life is. I’m not always able to maintain a balance, and I think that’s important for everyone to know about. We’re always learning, and that’s something that I also had to learn — that I’ve got to be brave enough to learn. Learning in public is so humiliating sometimes… Do I feel more balanced in my life than I ever have before? Um, probably yeah. But is that permanent? No. And I think being okay with that has put me in a bit of a better position.” Strong words to live by, to quote, to re-share, to tweet back to her, and see if she’ll respond.

You can read the original article HERE.

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THE PALM TREES ARRIVED IN FEBRUARY, seven in all, set against a pastel blue backdrop with superimposed stars. It appeared that a new Taylor Swift era was upon us — that the old happy-go-lucky Taylor was not, in fact, dead. Or did it? It was only an Instagram photo, just one more picture in an infinite content scroll. But it also came from a pop star known for prodigious hint-dropping, whose fans turn every piece of info into an online archaeological dig.

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GAH! BAD TUMBLR! BAD! TUMBLR! EATING MY ASK! Iwould like to try to request a scenario/headcanon list of a time Pap!Cor had to take Baby!Prompto with him to the Citadel and Baby!Prompto meets the other Baby!Chocobros for the first time! Please and thank you!

You don’t talk Papa!Cor without TRIGGERING ME.

Lately I’ve had had a lot of Papa Cor feels, as in even more than usual, so this will be an absolute joy to answer to.(*ﾉωﾉ)

Papa Cor takes Baby Prompto to the Citadel and he meets the Baby Chocobros for the first time.

Cor is still in absolute Papa Panic a couple months into being dad of a stolen baby.

As being single Papa took him off-guard, he’s always a bit too paranoid about dear Prommy’s health and wellbeing.

Cor usually left baby Prommy with the neighbor because Cor was scared of taking him too far from the house.

(He’s so small, dear Astrals, and so fragile, I don’t want anything to happen to him :( )

As a noble and working for royalty, Cor has access to daycare within the Citadel itself, but 1. He absolutely FORGOT in his PapaPanic, and 2. He had not wanted to take Prommy there because he feared Prommy could get lost in such a huge place.

Because Cor knows his son, he just knows Prompto can somehow exit rooms like he can cross walls magically.

((Cor’s tried to spy him to see because, well…who knows, Prompto is from a Nif lab, what if he can go through walls o h m y g o d))

Cor you stupid thing.

However, one day, the neighbor was not available, and no matter how many people Cor phoned, no one was available to go take care of Prommy.

Cor did not want to hire someone for it because HOW CAN HE TRUST SOMEONE HE DOESN’T KNOW, IT’S HIS SON HE’S TALKING ABOUT, HE NEEDS SOMEONE OF HIS FULL ABSOLUTE TRUST.

((…please forgive his paranoia

So Cor had no option but to take Prommy to the Citadel daycare.

Let’s see how everything went, shall we?

Cor will never forgive to himself waking 1 and half year old Prommy at such an early hour.

Sure, baby fell back asleep immediately, literally in his arms and before reaching the car, but Cor woke him up for a minute and that is UNFORGIVABLE.

Baby Prommy was still asleep when Cor arrived to the Citadel, so that’s how Cor took him to daycare; dear tiny Prommy asleep in papa’s arms.

Cor is the most awkward potato with legs to have ever walked into the Citadel’s daycare.

Cor gave instructions and warnings to the employee for like twenty minutes.

There is baby Prommy asleep in one of the cribs, and Cor literally unable to get away of him, and whispering things to the employee.

“I know he looks like he doesn’t give troubles, but he’s a bit…hyperactive.”

“Yes, sir.”

“So please be patient with him, I’m sorry if he causes any troubles, that’s not what he means to do, he’s just…a bit hyperactive :(“

“Understood, sir.”

“Uhm. Really, he’s a good kid and he’s calm and he would never harm an ant or annoy someone on purpose, he’s just playful and wants to be friends with everyone, but really he’s not a mess- no, he’s just. A bit hyperactive.”

“Yes, sir, I understand.”

“Try- please- don’t frighten him, please, be soft with him- I mean, I know you are soft with all the kids, I don’t mean- I’m not questioning- I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job, I know you’re wonderful at it, I’m just- this is my first time being dad and I don’t know, I feel horrible getting away of him and I just want to have an eye on him at all time and I’m scared something can happen to him and it’s not that I don’t trust you, of course I do- oh my god, no, I’m sorry, I’m just offending you and being rude and-”

Cor needed to be reassured and calmed down.

Ahahaha, aaw, Cor, it’s okay

((This almost earned him a girlfriend, to be honest, employee was moved at how much of a soft marshmallow of a dad Cor is))

It took all of Cor’s self control to not stay in daycare all day.

After a struggle and reminding himself he’s a high ranked officer (not Marshal yet, but still high rank), he forced himself out and decided Prommy would do okay and everything would be fine and that there would be no Nif invasion or catastrophe or natural disaster that day.

Prommy woke up like an hour later.

After feeding him and changing him, employee left baby Prommy in the playroom. At first he was alone.

Normally, the baby prince would be looked after in his room and with personal nannies (mostly because of his health and tiny size which worries the king), but…

Regis forever-a-mischievous-child Lucis Caelum heard Cor had finally brought his child and he SO had to make both kids befriend.

Regis is fanboy number one of kids and toddlers, and he wants all toddlers in the world to be friends, even more if it’s about his son and the son of one of his intimate friends.

He’s uncle Regis for damn’s sake, the kids have to be friends!

So Regis went “Fuck everything” and decided to leave the prince at the normal daycare of the Citadel.

So baby Noct was second to arrive.

There were other babies around, but Prommy wasn’t interacting with anyone; he found a squeaky chocobo plush so he was entertained on his own.

Until the baby prince arrived.

The employees were doing as normal when the KING HIMSELF came in like “Hello, I…work here and they said I could use daycare, do you need to see my ID? C:”

(Regis was serious)

Regis put baby Noct on the floor and patted his head as goodbye.

Regis tried to hide to stare, but he was being too obvious and the assistants were staring, so he left (made sure to ask for the videotape by the end of the day, though. Regis just…REALLY wants to see Prommy and Noct interact

Anyway back to the babies.

Year-and-half Noct was sat there still sleepy and not really caring.

Prommy was still distracted with the squeaky chocobo.

A few moments later, though, because baby Noct yawned, little Prompto turned in the direction of the noise thinking it had been a kitty (baby Prom loves kitties and puppies).

Baby Prom saw baby Noct.

Baby Prom is fast crawling towards him.

I’d like to say they saw each other and there was a connection and they laughed…

But Baby Prommy took baby Noct by the mouth and forced it open and started looking inside.

There you have it; the baby prince sat there and another baby forcing his mouth open to look in there like a tamer with a crocodile or something.

It’s good that Cor isn’t here or he would be freaking out real bad right now.

Baby Prommy was looking for the kitty that this other baby ate.

That was what made the kitty sound, right?

Finding no kitty, Prommy let go of his face.

Baby Noct is tearing up.

Baby Noct feel attacked and scared.

Baby Noct was always too sensitive; he wouldn’t let anyone but Regis carry him, and would cry if someone talked too much at him or looked too much or touched him.

This baby went as into forcing his mouth open.

So obviously baby Noct is about to burst into tears.

Baby Noct is sat there, face shrugged up, teary eyes, and about to cry.

Baby Noct starts crying.

Baby Prommy goes “GASPS”

Baby Prommy proceeded to start petting Noctis.

Literally.

There’s baby Prommy, coming to stand on his little chubby feet, and patting the top of the baby prince’s head soft but steady.

Baby Noct hysterically cried for like seven seconds.

Then he went silent.

Baby Noct is sat there taken off guard and staring at the void and not sure he understands what’s happening.

Baby Prommy is still petting him.

Both babies spend there about an entire minute or two, baby Noct sat there teary eyed but quiet, and baby Prommy petting him.

That’s how Cor always makes baby Prommy calm down, so baby Prommy guessed it could work on this stranger baby.

After baby Prommy has made sure baby Noct isn’t crying anymore, baby Prommy whispers a baby ‘Deh, deh’ (it’s his version of ‘there, there’), and hugs him.

The prince hasn’t known this baby for more than two minutes and this stranger is already hugged to his neck.

Baby Noct has no idea how to react or what’s going on. He’s frozen and not returning the hug.

Baby Prommy stays hugged to him nonetheless.

Until Noctis giggles quietly and hugs back.

That’s when baby Prommy knows it’s fine.

Baby Prommy babbles at Noct, and Noct replies in more babbles.

What is baby language and why do they understand each other.

Baby Prommy is giving his hand to baby Noct to help him stand up.

Baby Noct has barely started to walk (started later than the ‘’average’’ but still nothing too weird) so he does stumble a lot and it takes some effort, but baby Noct lets Prommy pull him up.

There’s the baby prince waddling behind the new kid.

Why

The baby prince has never liked to interact with anyone

The baby prince has refused to even look at other babies or people he’s seen for year and half.

This baby made him cry the first time they met and he’s barely known him for 3 minutes and he’s already giggling and waddling after him

What is this baby and how did he enchant the prince

Baby Noct and baby Prom start playing together.

It’s amazing because baby Noct is too shy and cries at any interaction that isn’t with Regis, so how did he grow trust in this baby so soon?

Honestly, the assistants are making sure to take some photos and videos to show the king later; it’s absolutely new and impressive that the baby prince is laughing and playing with another baby, so this is an event they can’t miss.

Regis is already watching at the video room.

Regis please go back to work.

Baby Prommy is sharing his favorite chocobo toy with baby Noct.

Baby Noct is choosing the chubbiest moogle plush and bringing it to him.

The babies are finding the toys that the other babies aren’t using and bringing them to each other like gifts.

Both babies grab the toy that the other gives to him, plays with it and swings it around, then claps and goes to look for his own gift, and the cycle goes on.

Baby Prommy and baby Noct spend all the morning together.

They’re bringing toys to each other, playing together, waddling places together, babbling and speaking the words they know to each other, gesturing, singing and dancing, etc.

Baby Prommy and baby Noct become best friends in one morning.

They’re bro-ing their way through daycare.

They’re ignoring the other kids, too. Not like pushing them away, they just don’t get close to other kids and no kids get close to them. They’re more than good enough with each other and only that.

Baby Prommy even managed to convince baby Noct to hold his hands and dance in a tiny circle together.

It’s stupidly adorable, they’re so tiny and waddle and askdljlkjfsgs.

Baby Prommy and baby Noct also spent a lot of the morning cuddling.

For no reason. They would just hug from time to time just because they could do it.

Baby Noct is messing with baby Prommy’s hair.

Baby Noct noticed baby Prommy’s hair is the same color than the plush chocobo’s, so he’s using the plushie as model and tries to make Prommy’s hair look like it.

Hence the chocobo butt hairstyle.

Yep. It was baby Noct’s invention.

Both babies are looking into their diapers to see if both have that funny bouncy meat stick in there.

As in they’re looking into each other’s diapers.

Again, so good Cor isn’t here to watch it.

He knows it’s normal and he considers Noctis to be family, but he’s still THE CROWN PRINCE, Prommy can’t just be checking into his diaper like that!!

Baby Prommy is constantly petting and hugging baby Noct even if the gesture isn’t given back.

Baby Prommy doesn’t mind. He just wants to pet and hug.

Wherever both babies are going, they’re holding hands.

Baby Prommy waits for and helps baby Noct when the latter falls down.

Normally, baby Noct would cry whenever he falls down while walking.

Not this time; he’s in playtime with baby Prommy, he doesn’t have time to stop to cry.

If another baby makes a noise too loud or throws something accidentally their way, the babies gasp and hug and stay paralyzed.

And that’s how baby Prommy and baby Noct spend the while together; hand in hand, playing, and going all around the room together.

Until some hours later when they were interrupted.

It’s toddler Iggy.

Just-turned-3-year-old Ignis has arrived.

His uncle is who brings him to daycare that day.

Normally, babies and toddlers are in two separate playing rooms, but they left Iggy there because he’s still rather small and everyone in the Citadel knows he’s the child that prince Noctis likes to be with.

Smol Iggy waved bye bye to his uncle and watched until the door was closed.

After that, little Iggy stared around the place before doing anything.

First thing little Iggy did was hurry towards the baby prince and hug him.

There’s a barely 3 year old Iggy dashing his way through the playroom to the place where baby Noct is sat with baby Prommy playing with some colorful blocks, reaching for the little prince, squating to reach him, and hugging him.

Iggy whispers “Nocto” lovingly while hugging him.

That’s his way of saying Hello.

Toddler Iggy is always ecstatic to find Noctis, so even though he just saw him last night, Iggy is super excited to see him today.

After hugging him, Ignis pets him.

Before he can do or say anything else, baby Noct grabs him by the hand and bounces slightly on his place with a loud but short baby ‘Ah!’

“Iggy! Iggy! Pompom!”

Baby Noct is pointing at baby Prompto.

Baby Noct is introducing his new friend to his old friend.

Baby Prommy has been frozen in his place since Ignis arrived to hug him.

On a side he’s super dazed and shocked that the kid arrived from nowhere. On the other side, he’s shocked that someone else is hugging his new best friend, and he’s very scared because he thinks that this new and bigger kid is going to steal Noct from him :(

Baby Prommy thought Noct would leave with his other friend without even saying bye.

But nope; there’s tiny Iggy down on his ankles next to Noct, staring at baby Prom eye widened and with the mouth slightly open, while Noct is pointing at him saying “Pompom”.

Toddler Iggy and baby Prom are staring at each other petrified and shocked because they’re both thinking the other will steal baby Noct and they’ll be left alone forever.

However, baby Noct bounces on his place happily introducing them.

“Pompom, he is Ig-gy! Iggy, Iggy, he- Pompom!”

Surprisingly it was baby Prommy who dared give a first step.

While he was still scared that the new kid would steal Noct from him, he still stood up and reached for kid Iggy and hugged him.

Toddler Iggy was even more shocked that this unknown baby was hugging him, but he soon gives in and hugs back.

That’s how both Prommy and Iggy are now sure they can trust each other, so the three sit together to play.

Iggy is accidentally teaching them how to talk.

Both babies already know plenty words already, but Iggy is older and knows more words and makes better sentences, so while he’s playing with them, he will sometimes tell them how something is called or how to pronounce something.

Toddler Iggy is arranging the toy blocks by color.

The babies are absolutely a m a z e d.

The babies are bringing all the color blocks to toddler Iggy so he arranges them.

The babies sort of take Iggy as the entertainment, but Iggy really likes it. He feels appreciated and praised.

Mostly because each time he does something, the babies clap and cheer him on.

It started with arranging blocks by color.

It continued with bringing plush dolls to him and have Iggy sit them perfectly. Like the head faces to the front and it’s not falling to the sides,etc.

Baby Prom and baby Noct are clapping.

Then they had Iggy run across the room without falling.

Omg how did he do that CLAP CLAP CLAP.

Iggy and the babies are playing tag; toddler Iggy runs and the babies chase after him.

With slightly longer legs and with more ability to run instead of waddling, Iggy easily runs faster than them, but he’s trying to give them vantage and uses it to entertain them.

That way, Iggy runs at not-his-full-speed but fast enough to entertain the babies; they run or crawl after him made a hysterical mess of giggles and laughs, and Iggy stops after he knows it’s a bit too much for them; when they’re close, he dashes off again, and stops when, once more, he thinks it’s too far from them, and so on and on.

They’re having a blast, really.

Toddler Iggy is also having fun and entertaining himself with sillier things, like, he takes a small toy, puts it on top of one of the babies’ head and asks “where did it go?”, and the three of them burst into giggles; the babies from how funny it is to see the toy on top of the other’s head, and Ignis at their reactions.

I guess the easiest way to describe the interaction is, Ignis finds some way to entertain and make the babies laugh, and that’s how Ignis himself has fun.

Selfless since tiny and toddler :’(

Another game between them is, Ignis takes a ball and makes it roll to the other side of the room, and the babies run after it; first to grab it wins.

There’s…no prize or anything, he just wins.

Ignis has fun just with watching the other two waddle and run across the room after the ball and falling flat on their tummies out of how excitedly they’re running.

The assistants are a bit surprised that they haven’t needed to do anything and that the babies have even ignored the activities they’re setting up for the other kids; these three are having so much fun on their own, there’s almost no need to look after them.

And a few hours later, they were interrupted again…

Kid Gladio comes in.

It was Papa himself who went in to drop him.

Because Clarus was aware that kid Noctis was here, he also took the chance to get a look at how he was doing; he knows the little prince and how scared and introvert he is around other kids (people in general), so he wanted to make sure he was okay.

Clarus is staring eye widened as he watches the little prince laughing and running around with Iggy and Prompto.

“Oh my. The little prince playing with two friends. This is new…”

Clarus was also VERY VERY VERY /V E R Y/ curious to see Prommy there.

Regis told him Cor had finally brought his child to work, so this was Clarus’ definitive chance to see this all; little Prommy out of his house and in the Citadel, and the prince hanging in the same place? HE HAD TO SEE IT.

So now Clarus is staring at all three kids play while carrying with Gladdy.

That is, until Gladdy gets all *flail, flail, flail, flail, struggle, struggle* in his arms because PAPA, PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN

Clarus had forgotten why he was even there in the first place.

Clarus put Gladdy down and patted his head goodbye before turning around and leaving.

He doesn’t really want to, but oh well, duty calls.

He’ll ask for the videotape later, anyway.

((kasjdksajdkdf, he’s going to fight over it with Regis until they learn that they can both have a copy, these dorks)

And that is how about-to-turn-4-years-old Gladdy comes into the scene!

The first thing he did was the same than toddler Iggy.

Gladdy spotted little Noct and dashed his way towards the little prince, and once there, he hugged him.

“Nocto!”

Little Gladio is wrapping the arms around baby Noct and picking him off the floor and swinging him slightly side to side.

Prompto is… A M A Z E D

Like so STUNNED. IN AWE.

W O A H. LOOK AT THAT BIG KID. IT’S A GROWN KID AND HE’S- WOAH, HE’S CARRYING BABY NOCT!

HOW IS MY NEW FRIEND FRIENDS WITH THIS BIG KID

THIS BIG KID IS SO STRONG OMG

Really, Noct is just tiny and weighs nothing.

Still, that’s something Prommy doesn’t know, he just knows Gladdy is so big and so strong and so WOH :O

After Gladdy greets Noct, he puts him down and dashes off to Iggy to hug him as well.

Prommy isn’t the only “I hug everyone I see” in this room, you know.

Gladdy immediately rushes to hug his friend Iggy and squeeze and make those adorable toddler noises of joy and love, because he’s so happy :3

Noct is like a little brother, but Iggy is his absolute bestest friend in the world; normally, it’s only Iggy and Gladdy in daycare, so it’s Iggy with whom Gladio spends the most time with, and these two are best-best buddies in the WORLD, so of course he’s excited and has to say hi with a hug.

Toddler Iggy is giggling while Gladdy squeezes him.

When Gladdy let go, he turned and found little Prompto there and they made eye contact.

Prompto cried.

He thought Gladio was too big (really he’s small and adorbs, but Prommy is much smaller, so it’s just his perception of it all), and too scary.

First time Gladdy and Prommy met, Gladio accidentally made Prompto cry by existing.

Gladdy cried because Prompto cried.

Noctis cried because Gladio cried.

Ignis cried because Noctis cried.

The four are sat there in a square, crying.

The assistants finally had some job there and tried to pacify them all.

Last to stop crying was Noct, but last to feel confident was Prommy.

Gladdy was put back in the playroom, but he sat there still sniffling a bit and feeling sad because he made another kid cry.

Because Noct and Prommy were still in adult arms, Iggy was the one that went to comfort him.

Iggy, back in the playroom again, went towards best buddy Gladio and hugged him until Gladio fully calmed down again.

Iggy even made sure to go get a cookie from one of the assistants so he could bring it to Gladdy.

Toddler Iggy knows kid Gladdy loves eating.

Kid Iggy spent a good while petting Gladdy while Gladdy ate his cookie.

Afterwards, Gladdy stood up to hug Iggy again as a thank you.

Prommy was staring all the time, so he got a bit more of confidence because if big guy treats Ig-gy good, he must be good so no need to fear.

That’s how Prommy insisted on being put back down in the playroom.

Prommy went over to Gladio, curious, and stopped when Gladio saw him.

Both stared at each other in silence.

Then they hugged.

These two are the “I hug people I meet” kind, so it was just natural both would reach out for it.

That’s how they befriended and peace was brought back.

Noct was back soon enough after that.

Now there’s all four chocobros, chocobroing for the first time together!

They started befriending all together thanks to Gladdy.

He brought his favorite storybook with him that day, so he’s sat there showing his friends and his new friend “Pommy”.

Gladdy can’t read yet, so the four are only looking at the pictures.

Gladdy is sat in the middle and he’s in charge of turning the pages and pointing at curious things he’s seen (because he’s “read” this book so many times and has found little details in the drawings), and the other three are sat around the book staring and going

“OOOOOOOH! :O”

“AAAAAAAH!”

“WOOOOH! :O”

The kiddos are sat there for quite a while just staring and clapping and being amazed and sharing little words together.

Iggy is trying super hard to read, but he can’t :’)

At some point, Prommy and Noct get distracted (after finishing the book) because Noct is trying to scratch his head and Prommy wants to help.

There’s the two babies being idiots and rolling around while one tries to scratch the other and the other has close to no sense of balance even when sat.

In the meanwhile, Gladdy grabs Iggy and sits him with him so they can play patty-cake.

Both kiddos are chanting while they play.

Iggy and Gladdy spend a very long while playing with each other alone, all the variants of patty cake that they know.

The sound of the palms and the chanting gets the babies’ attention back.

They get curious and sit there to watch.

They’re hypnotized.

Absolutely hypnotized just watching the bigger guys play patty cake and chanting (that is SO MANY WORDS OHMYGOD)

Prommy and Noct cheer and clap when the big kids finish one of the patty-cake games.

They play again, and the babies cheer when they finish the new one.

And so on, and on, and on.

At some point, Prommy gets curious and is asking the big guys to teach him.

Noct is pouting that Prommy has Iggy’s attention, so Gladdy sits with him to teach him patty-cake too.

So there’s toddler Iggy teaching baby Prommy patty-cake, and tiny kid Gladio teaching baby Noct.

After that, and because they’re apparently now FOREVER TOGETHER, Noct and Prommy go back to each other and try to play patty-cake together.

They can’t. It’s a mess. And it’s ADORABLE.

It’s their attempts what make Gladdy and Iggy giggle and laugh, and it’s that they laugh what make Prommy and Noct think they’re doing GREAT, so they keep going.

This goes on for a long while.

After that, Gladdy decides to bring his favorite toys so they can all play together.

That’s how Gladdy brings the tambourines and two little plastic boxes.

The kiddos are making THEIR BAND.

So metal. So goth. So WILD.

Gladdy teaches baby Prommy and baby Noct to hit the toys he gave them so they sound.

There’s baby Noct SMACKING that box. There’s little Prommy shaking and hitting that tambourine. THEY’RE HAVING A BLAST.

Prommy loves singing even if it’s just gibberish, so he’s dancing in circles, patting the tambourine with no rhythm, and loudly singing gibberish.

It becomes contagious so Gladdy starts singing too.

They’re not even singing the same thing but they think they are, so they keep going.

Baby Noct wants to be popular so he’s joining the singing too.

He does it horribly and he’s not singing the same thing and he’s too loud, but is someone stopping him? No.

The three had to pause and convince Iggy because toddler Iggy is too shy to sing.

Eventually they convince him and now all four chocobros are hitting or shaking toys that make noise and singing loud gibberish.

Four different tunes. At the same time.

It’s hell.

Regis thinks it’s heaven.

Kid Gladio found out that baby Prommy claps every time he shows him something.

Kid Gladio loves the praise, so he’s bringing everything he finds to baby Prommy.

“Pommy, look!”

Gladio said that like fifty five times that day.

Prommy clapped all those fifty five times.

It’s not even interesting things; at first Gladio was bringing toys, then he started picking random things and yelled “Pommy look!” each time.

At least he was entertained for quite a long while, running around the entire room to find something to bring back to Prommy.

Meanwhile, Iggy was entertained with baby Noct.

Toddler Iggy learned from papa a funny game that he’s playing with Noct; basically, Iggy pokes his own nose and says “big nose”, then pokes Noct’s and says “little nose!”, and so on and on with the hands and the head and etc.

Baby Noct is laughing each damn time.

Why is it so easy to entertain a baby.

And Gladio. Gladio’s absurdly easy to entertain.

The assistants sometimes tried to have them play something, but most of the times the four ignored them to continue playing between themselves.

That’s fine, that way the assistants can focus in the other kiddos.

Except for the one time one assistant put some music on and led the toddler dancing.

As soon as the music blasted, the four kiddos were like ! :O *gasps!* and put attention.

And there you have them, all four of them trying to imitate the assistant dancing.

They waddle and bounce on their little feet and it’s absolutely hilarious.

It’s good that Regis isn’t here, he’d have a heart attack out of the cuteness.

The assistant grew tired because the kiddos insisted it kept going and going, so she left them alone with the music on.

The chocobros kept dancing all together.

Gladio announced he was hungry and grabbed Iggy and dragged him to the little toy stove.

“But I don’t know how to cook :(“

“But they are babies! You no baby, you grown kid, you know how to cook!”

“But you are more grown!”

“But I don’t know how to cook, I am a kid!”

These two were in severe distress because none know how to cook and want the other to take the role and oh my g o d who is going to cook we’ll STARVEAND DIE.

((in case you were wondering when Iggy started picking up liking for cooking, it was not Noct and the pastries. It was Gladdy bringing him to the toy kitchen each damn time at daycare because Gladdy is always hungry))

Iggy and Gladio ended up deciding they could do it as team work.

They’re baking imaginary cookies.

Baby Prommy and baby Noct are eating the imaginary cookies.

The bros also found time alone each one.

Well, just Iggy and Gladdy. The other two apparently don’t know how to be away of each other now.

Toddler Iggy found the bead maze and he’s absolutely enamoured of it.

Toddler Iggy is going to spend like an hour alone just playing with it.

Kid Gladio found a baby doll and he’s spending that hour nursing it and playing papa.

Prommy found a tiny cart his size so he’s dragging it around to collect the toys he finds alone.

Noctis is taking the toys from the cart and puts them back on the floor.

You can tell they were very entertained because no matter how many toys he picked up, Prommy always found more toys on the floor, and no matter how many toys Noct put on the floor he always found more on the cart!!

Kid Gladdy is putting up a show for the other 3.

He does a (very miserable) cartwheel as papa taught him, and the other three clap and cheer.

Mostly the babies, they’re AMAZED, WOW, HOW DID HE DO THAT OH MY GOD

Iggy is still very amazed too and claps cheerfully.

Then Gladdy wants the others to try too.

Iggy does poorly too, but everyone cheers SO LOUDLY FOR HIM, you should see that smile on his face, it’s made of purity and innocence and divine stardust ;A;

Baby Noct tried and hit himself and wanted to cry, but because the others clapped for him too, he was okay and SO PROUD OF HIMSELF.

Baby Prommy tried and only got to do some sort of half roll over himself and ended up lying flat on his back.

Still, the other three cheered for him a lot, so that’s okay, he was very damn proud of himself

They gave the bros a box.

THEY ALL WANT TO GET IN THE BOX.

They all get turns in the box, but it’s Noct who stays there the most.

He likes the box.

IT’S NAP TIME.

When the kids were taken to nap, Noct was, of course, first to choose his place to collapse.

Of course, though, baby Noct is like a panda bear; if he’s sleepy he won’t ask you to carry him and he won’t go to a soft place. He’ll just…drop where he’s currently standing.

The assistants made sure to take him to his soft mat, though, tucked him in.

Prommy was all *WRIGGLE WRIGGLE FLAIL FLAIL* in the assistant’s arms and insisted he slept next to Noct, and he didn’t stay still until they let him sleep next to Noct.

As in, they had to put his mat literally next to Noct so they were one big mat instead.

Toddler Iggy is always a mess when it’s nap time because he’s always wanted to sleep next to Noct, so they don’t wait for him to throw a tantrum like Prommy. They already know him.

(Though instead of a tantrum, toddler Iggy cries when you say no because he’s brokenhearted :( )

So Iggy’s mat is already next to Noct’s, and that’s where toddler Iggy curls up.

Kid Iggy always wants to sleep next to both Iggy and Noct, so most times he ends up in between Noct and Iggy, but because both sides are occupied already, kid Gladio curled up next to Iggy (because he thinks Prommy is too small and ‘stinky’ [because he still wears a diaper]) and Iggy is a ‘grown kid’.

Kid Gladio was who took his mat next to Iggy’s.

Like, the rest had to ask the assistants to put the mats together, but kid Gladio just went “YEH, NAP!” and took his own mat and brought it next to the guys’.

And that’s how the baby chocobros nap: Prompto next to Noct, who is next to Iggy, who is next to Gladio.

Which is the same arrangement in which they will continue sleeping through childhood.

And teen years.

And during the roadtrip in their 20’s. :’)

The assistants already know Regis is a fanboy mess for toddlers, especially his son, so they made sure to get a photo for him.

((Regis would have taken 50 photos even if they all looked the same))

There wasn’t much to do after nap hour because it was soon time to be picked up by papas.

They did get to play for a while more, though.

They started a CONGA LINE.

They’re not dancing or anything, one bro just started following the other, so the other 2 followed behind.

Gladio really did not mean to start the conga line, he was just searching for his lucky coin.

He doesn’t have a lucky coin.

So there’s Gladio walking around and stopping at random spots to search for an item he never lost because he never had it, while Iggy, Prom, and Noct follow behind and mimick him.

They did get to have a little fun with the cart, too.

Gladdy, because he’s a big kid, could pull the cart with both Noct and Prommy sat there.

They had a blast, the babies were a laughing mess.

Iggy was happy with just following and taking turns with Gladdy when Gladdy got tired.

After a few couple games more, the work shift was finally over in the Citadel.

Not a minute after it was over, Paranoid Papa Cor was already bursting in through the door.

WHERE IS HIS BABY IS HE OKAY IS HE ALRIGHT PLS TELL ME HE’S FINE WHERE IS HE OMG I SHOULD HAVE NEVER ABANDONED HIM LIKE THIS I AM A HORRIBLE PARENT AND- oh my god there you are, little one~~~! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

He didn’t break in screaming, of course, haha, but he was made a bit of a nerve wreck when he came in.

“Where is Prom- I’m- I look- I’m- yes, yes, I’m fine, I uh- I’m- I’m a dad. And- I look for my son. His nam-? Ah yes of course” (Cor forgot his is not the only child there lmao)

“Is he alright? He didn’t have any troubles? He didn’t throw up or cried or anything? No, he’s not sick, I just…I’m scared he might be sometime, you know, he’s sorta fragile and I’m new at this and it’s first time I leave him at daycare.. ;___;”

Prommy was made a hysterical happy mess when he saw Cor.

He was absolutely radiant of joy and yelped out “Papa!” and ran towards him.

Cor is trying to not cry because he’s SO HAPPY.

Please, excuse his over sentimentalism, he’s new at this :’)

“Hey, baby boy! I missed you! :’D”

Prommy, of course, immediately made grabby hands at him so Cor picked him up, said hi, gave him a kiss, and asked him how he was, etc.

The mess was when Cor said “let’s go home”.

Prommy became a wriggly, flailing mess in his arms.

It’s first time Prommy yells “No!” when Cor says let’s go home.

Cor is puzzled and a bit shocked, and he wants to see what’s wrong.

Prommy looks like he wants to cry so Cor asks him what’s wrong and etc until Prommy says something.

“Friends.”

“? Hm? Prommy? (。。 )”

“My friends, papa.”

Cor is looking back at the playroom and staring at him are the three other bros.

They’re looking at Cor frozen and like it’s the first time they ever see him, maybe even a bit like pleading.

“Oh. Uhm. But…we can’t stay here all night, baby boy.”

“…my friends, papa… (ಥ﹏ಥ)”

Cor had to explain to Prompto that he was going to see them again tomorrow, too.

“*soft baby gasp*”

“Noc-to? (｡•́︿•̀｡)”

“Yes, baby. Noctis will be here.”

“Ig-gy? (｡•́ . •̀｡)”

“Yes, baby boy. Iggy will be here, too.”

“Ga-di? (｡•́ - •̀｡)”

“Yes, Prommy. Gladio too. :)”

“*soft and happy baby gasp* (｡•́ ▽ •̀｡)”

Prommy just asked to be put down for a bit so he could say bye to his friends.

First, he went to hug baby Noct.

Then he hugged toddler Iggy, and little kid Gladio.

Then he hugged Noct again and pet him again, like he did when they first said hi.

“I be here tomorrow!”

“Okeh. Then me too.”

“Yay! Thank- chu.”

“Ba bye, Pompom.”

“Ba bye, Not!”

“Ba bye, Pom!”

“Ba bye, Iggy!”

“Ba bye, Pommy!”

“Ba bye, Gadi! :D”

And that’s how Prommy accepted being separated from his friends for that day BUT ONLY THAT DAY, YOU PROMISED, PAPA.

Cor is so touched and moved because he realized he did the right thing by bringing him to the Citadel’s daycare. Prommy had never made friends before and it’s honestly the BEST feeling in the entire universe, to see his son playing with the gang and to see him not want to leave them and to see him saying bye to them KLASJDSDKG KALSDJSDF, Cor just became a toddler fanboy like Regis, too :’)

The chocobros waved bye at him even after the door was already closed.

Noctis cried three minutes after Prommy left.

Only Regis got to calm him down when he arrived for him.

Gladdy was picked up by mommy.

Iggy was last, picked up by his uncle (parents are busy!).

Gladdy made sure to steal the chocobo plush toy from daycare that day.

It was Prommy’s favorite, so Gladio is trying to make sure to keep it “reserved” for tomorrow.

:’)

These boys are so pure.

And that was how they met. ♡

Aaah~.... this was an absolute joy to write.( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Ko-fi for coon, please? ヽ(・ω・)ﾉ

Thank you for this request, buddy. I had a blast with it!! From the moment I read it, I wanted so bad to answer to it and I finally got around to it.

Thank you as well for your immense patience! You even changed icons in the wait, that’s how long I took, hahaha ;w; But really, thank you for the patience and support. It means a lot to me!

I hope you enjoyed, and that it was close to what you expected ( ´ ▽ ` )

Have a wonderful day!

#chocobros #baby chocobros #papa!cor #ffxv #chocobabies #I was absolutely right: THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN #klasjd kalfjakl jaklfjsdfkj #these babies are going to be the end of me #coonwrites #coonanswers #coonheadcanons

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melyaliz · 6 years

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Birthday Secrets

@Starrwolves: OMG, I just found your Tumblr, & it gives me life! Seriously, it’s crazy good! Sry, I get really hyper sometimes, anywho I’ve been reading ships & fics, but I saw in one ship, I think it was nightrainn2’s, where you wrote they got in fights, but came up with a solution that made them stronger, could you write something about that pls with Damian & the reader. Something about that scene just makes me melt. So many of the past ships gave me ideas I know they weren’t for me ... part 1 of 2

so would it be alright if more gave me ideas that I could ask for little fics or scenarios, whatever you call it from you? Mega sry for this being such a long ask, but I had to get this all out, keep rocking it! 2 of 2

Fandom: DC / Batman

Summary: Dating a boy like Damian is a struggle. Especially when you keep secrets.

Pairing: Damian x Reader

Notes: So your blog was deactivated and I know I had nothing to do with that but I feel bad because I took so long to write this that you got were deactivated during that time! I’m so sorry! I hope you can somehow see this.

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Having a boyfriend who was a hero was hard. Especially when you didn’t know he was a hero.

It wasn’t like the beginnings of a relationship with Damian had been easy, to begin with. At first, you had been pretty sure he hadn’t even liked you as a person let alone have romantic feelings. Yet here you were, almost a year after prom. Going on dates and having out.

He had even kissed you a few times.

Even called you his girlfriend (that was a story for another day).

So here you were, coming up on your birthday. It was a big deal to you. Not really so much the birthday it’s self but the plan. While your parents had planned this much more “mature” idea of a birthday Damian had come up with the best idea for both of you.

First, you would start with a full breakfast in the Wayne’s private Jet while Alfred flew you guys to Disneyworld. There you guys would get as much goofy Disney shit as you could while getting line hoppers and even a backstage tour of Animal Kingdom.

You had both kept it a secret from your parents who thought you were still going to the family gathering they had planned. The whole idea had stemmed from you complaining that the LAST thing you wanted to do for your birthday was spent it with your extended family. But your parents had “guilted” you like they always did by saying that “family came first”

Damian had proclaimed that you were allowed to be selfish one day a year and demanded you to tell him what you had always wanted to do.

And that was how your plans had come about.

Really it was a joint effort stemming from the fact Damian had never known much about Disney before you. Something you had quickly cured. (His favorite princess was Jasmine).

Now Damian back to your problem. You had dealt with Damian’s disappearing before. Valentines Day, your 5th month anniversary, that time he said he was going to take you on a night time cruise across the Gotham Harbour.

He always came with flowers the next day mumbling something about family business. You always brushed it off. He came from a large well to do family, it was just part of you dating him.

But never in a million years did you think he would miss this day.

You had woken up bright and early before your parents waiting eagerly for him to come pick you up. Dressed up in your Disney gear full of butterflies of excitement.

Sitting on the couch you waited, and waited, and waited.

Until your father came down asking what on earth you were wearing and to go up and change.

You texted him.

You called him.

No response.

You couldn’t tell anyone what had happened and had to just go through the motions of your birthday with your family. Most of them ignoring you after giving you their hollow “Happy Birthday” a few nosey relatives asking about your mysterious Boyfriend. Many more interested in what college you wanted to go to.

You smiled and politely answered all the while wanting to cry.

What the hell happened.

After nothing, fulled with frustration you sent off one last text.

“I don’t know what’s going on but forget it. Don’t call and don’t bother coming back. Obviously, this relationship isn’t as serious as I thought it was.”

He knew, he knew how important this was to you. And he didn’t even bother to let you know he wasn’t coming? Forget it. Forget him.

Then turning off your phone you snuck off to be alone for a while. Hiding from all the passive aggressive comments and prying eyes. It wasn’t like anyone would really miss you anyway.

The party came and went. You watched as cars pulled away from your bedroom window. Watched the sunset, watched the moon rise. You just wanted to sleep it off but you couldn’t seem to get your body to relax. So you just laid there. Unsure what to do next.

It was well into the night, maybe even early morning when you heard your window open. Bolting up you reached for your lamp. Quickly you pulled it from the wall raising it over your head. If Gotham City had taught you anything it was smash and ask later.

“Wait, Y/N it’s me!” You froze, the light of the moon emulating Robin who stood in your window.

“I… Robin? How do you know my name?” you stuttered still unsure what to do.

“No, It’s me,” Robin said taking the mask off.

“D… Damian?”

“I… I’m sorry I missed your Birthday. I’m sorry I left you with your family alone. I… there was this gang and dad needed my help but. I tired to get out of it but they needed me.”

You stood there dumbfounded as he spoke.

“Alfred said this was it, my crossroads. I’m sorry I missed this. I know how important this was for you.”

You cut him off hugging him. Burying yourself in him. Tears you didn’t realize you had been holding forever fell from your cheeks.

“I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“No, No I love you,” Damian said taking your head in his hands, “Y/N I love you and I never want you to feel like you are not an important part of my life because you are.”

You spent the rest of the night talking. Him telling you about his mother and past, catching you up on him becoming Robin. About the missions he went on that had made him miss all those moments together. Moments he hated missing.

You told him you were there for him. You understood why he had kept this from you but you also wanted him to be honest with you from now on. You needed to know what was going on. How he was feeling.

And you came up with a plan. When his other life needed him he would just text you R. That way you knew to hang tight. You knew it wasn’t you.

You both sat there on your bed talking until the sun came up. Just spilling all the secrets you had been holding. Talking about dreams and goals. It was as if telling you that he was Robin had opened the floodgates and he could finally really be himself. It was like a part of him that was missing you didn’t even know about was suddenly there and everything else made sense.

“So,” Damian said glancing at the morning light dancing through your window. “Disneyland?”

You laughed jumping up, “I’ll get changed and meet you outside.”

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#Damian Wayne #Damian wayne reader #Damian Wayne request #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian wayne fanfic #dc #dc comics #dc fanfic #dc reader #dc request #my writing #request

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blackbleedingrose · 7 years

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I’m Done (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has had enough of waiting to be noticed by her longtime best friend/crush, Peter Parker. She’s tired of being second best and is through having her heart dragged around.

Warnings: Mild language, angst, anger, bitterness, and overall doneness. There may be some triggers regarding situations - such as having to deal with lack of money, lack of food, lack of necessities, self-hate.

Words: 5978

(Y/N): Your Name

(L/N): Last Name

(E/C): Eye Color

(H/C): Hair Color

(Country): Country of your choice

(Y/A/N): Your Aunt’s Name

I'm Done - Joelle

A/N: I’m writing this because I read a Peter Parker imagine where Peter rejects the reader and picks Liz. It made me think of making one myself, but with a twist. Instead of the story ending with the reader having a broken heart, she will also realize that she deserves better. And that's exactly what she's going to get.

A/N (2): RE-EDTIED.

A/N (3): I have the second part to this written, but it will take a while for me to type, edit, and put on Tumblr. Especially since I will be busy this week with college homework, so please bare with me.

You lead, I follow

(Y/N) watches as her childhood best friend and crush, Peter Parker, eyes the popular Liz Allen with longing and desire. Him and Ned whispered quietly to each other about Midtown's prom queen.

You hurt me, sorrow

For years (Y/N) has had strong feelings for her nerdy best friend. She's tried countless times to confess how she felt, but he was either never home, busy, or had the Stark Internship. The (e/c) eyed girl could feel her heart becoming heavy as she watched Peter sigh lovingly at Liz.

You don't want to lose control

Did he even understand how much he meant to her? Did he have any idea how bad she was hurting? No. He was too busy with that stupid Stark Internship and drooling over Liz. Stark, Liz, Stark, Liz, Stark, Liz. That's all she ever hears these days.

Never her.

Nothing about her.

You shut off, still care

Even when Peter ditched her to do the internship, ignored her calls, or stood her up, she still waited. She waited for the day he would have time for her. She waited for the day he would notice her feelings for him.

She waited and she waited.

After all, she loved him.

Time passes, still there

During their time in middle school, Peter would jump at the chance to hang out with the (h/c)ette. She had been his only female friend. However, things changed once high school hit.

He started paying attention to Liz Allen and would cancel their meet ups to help Tony Stark with whatever. Sometimes he wouldn’t even call her to let her know he wasn’t going to show. That didn't stop her though. She still remained his loyal friend.

So, she waited.

At one point she even decided to change her clothes and appearance. (Y/N) didn’t have the money to buy new clothes, so she asked one of her friends back in (country) to send her girly clothes and makeup. She started doing her hair, changed her makeup, her personality.

She did everything Liz did.

She thought he would have to notice then and he did. . . for about five seconds.

Right before he could comment on her attire, here comes the great Liz Allen in a completely new outfit.

A much cuter one.

The only person who seemed to pay attention and care about this sudden change in (Y/N) was Michelle. She and (Y/N) had only known each other for about a year, but they clicked like that.

You're angry, you haven't let it go

Now back to the present.

Michelle eyed the girl in front of her. She quickly noticed the tense aura between (Y/N) and Peter, and knew she exactly why.

Last night (Y/N) and Peter were supposed to hang out. They did every year around this time. That was the day the two had became friends. The day (Y/N) beat up the bully that was picking on Peter.

The two set a time and place, the same place they went to every year. (Y/N) had gotten dressed up, and even went early to their meeting place.

Peter never showed.

You try to convince me that you're done

Peter apologized and apologized, claiming that Stark really needed him. Of course, in her mind, (Y/N) called bullshit.

Stark and Liz.

He was never there when she needed him. However, being her, she forgave him and the two agreed to meet up after school the next day.

(Y/N) would be lying if she said things were not a little rocky between her and Peter. Ever since his Uncle Ben died, Peter had been distant. Of course, (Y/N) understood that losing Uncle Ben had been a huge blow on both Peter and May. Hell, (Y/N) had cried herself to sleep that night.

But every time she tried to comfort or be there for Peter, he would just push her away or change the subject.

A first, she didn’t let this behavior bother her. He had been through a lot. Though, after awhile of being blown off, ignored, and watching him drool over Liz - (Y/N) was starting to get impatient.

Peter and her were best friends, or they were suppose to be. So you can imagine how hurt she was when he would brushed her off like it was nothing.

She thought he just hurting and needed time, which she was more than willing to give him.

So when she saw him hanging out with Ned outside of school at the local arcade, after he told her he had been grounded or had a lot of work to finish - or when she saw him try to talk to Liz after school when they were suppose to study or hang out - or when he would have May lie to her about him not being home when he was, she felt betrayed.

Though, what had really hurt her was when he ghosted her the entire summer going into their sophomore year.

(Y/N) panicked thinking he might hurt, really sick, or in some kind of trouble. She tried to get ahold of May, but she was either never home or ignored her calls. It wasn’t until she was hanging out with Ned one day, when she discovered that Peter had been in fucking Germany with Tony fucking Stark.

No, she was not upset that he was in Germany. She was upset that he couldn’t even be bothered to tell her. He couldn’t even let her know. Here she was worrying her ass off over his well being and assuming the worst, and the entire time he was in Germany, ghosting her and ignoring her calls and texts.

When he came back, Ned told her right away. She immediately stopped whatever she was going and went to Peter’s amd May’s apartment. May hugged her, let her in, and called Peter into the dining room.

She saw him as he entered the room. (Y/N) played it cool and welcomed him back. She wasn’t going to go off on him, not in front of his aunt.

She was shocked when Peter brought her into a hug and started telling her how much he had missed her.

Like some kind of dumb magic, all of her anger vanished into thin air and her heart melted. She completely feel under his spell once again.

After that they were cool - for like a second.

(Y/N) thought since Peter told her how much he had missed her while he was away, then they could start hanging out again. That things could go back to how they were. That they could reconnect.

Six times.

Six times in that month.

Six times in that month had she been stood up by Peter.

No calls, no texts, nothing.

After the sixth time, (Y/N) decided to go to his apartment. She knew damn well that was where he was. Using the spare key she had, she let herself in. She knew May wasn’t going to be here, she had to work late tonight. She then made her way to Peter’s room, and that’s when it started.

(Y/N) felt deep anger and hurt brewing inside of her as she saw Peter on his computer. She had waited all damn night for him and here he was. At home. On his computer. In a sweatshirt and pajama pants.

She took a deep breath before allowing herself to speak, “Peter”.

The brunette took his eyes off of his computer screen for a moment and glanced at her.

“Hey”.

That was all he said to her before putting his attention back on his computer.

“’Hey’? That’s all you have say to me?” (Y/N) could feel herself about to explode.

“Uh. Hey, (Y/N). Is that better?” Peter said boredly.

She could not believe his dismissiveness, “No, it’s not better. Where the hell were you tonight?”.

Peter looked her confused, “What do you mean?”.

“I’ve been waiting at the pizza parlor for hours - waiting for you. You know, like we agreed?” (Y/N) swore she saw a light bulb go off in his head.

“Oh, right. Sorry. I got busy,” Peter said.

“Well, you could have called me,” (Y/N) said annoyed.

“Yeah, but I needed to get some things done for Mr.Stark - look it’s not that big of deal,” Peter said tired before going back to his computer.

(Y/N) scoffed in disbelief, threw her bag to floor, and walked up to his desk.

She grabbed ahold of his chair and jerked it around so it would be facing her.

So he would be facing her.

“Not a big deal? You left me hanging, waiting on you. You didn’t even have the decency to call me and let me know that you weren’t coming. So, yeah, it’s pretty big deal,” she spat.

Annyoance flashed in Peter’s brown eyes, “What is your problem? You know I’ve been really busy lately. So, sorry that I didn’t show up. Why are you so upset?”.

“Because Peter, you promised me that you would show! I waited there for four hours! Do you realize how embarrassing that was?! And for what?! Stark?! You don’t always need to be at his beck and call!”.

Suddenly Peter sprung out of his seat, startling the (h/c)ette.

“I’m not as his beck and call! Mr.Stark just needs me, that’s part of the internship!”.

“Yeah, I know. But like how you manage to make time to hang out with Ned outside of school - don’t lie, I’ve seen you. Like how you make time for Ned, I would appericate it if you could do the same for me. I miss you, I want to spend more time with you and it hurts me when you keep BLOWING ME OFF!”

Peter glared at her and scoffed, “God, you’re so selfish!”.

(Y/N) was taken back, “What?!”.

Peter continued to glare at her, “Get it through your head that not everything is about you. My life doesn’t revolve around you. I have more important things to worry about then your constant need for attention”.

She was shocked by his harsh words. She felt her heart breaking. When she got home that night, she cried herself to sleep.

The next week at school, she saw Peter. He acted like nothing had happened and talked to her like her normally did. This gave (Y/N) some kind of stupid hope. Maybe he hadn’t meant what he said. He was probably just tired and stressed. So, like always, she forgave him.

After all, she loved him.

Then you see me and come undone

On Peter's end, he remained blissfully ignorant. He couldn't understand why (Y/N) wasn't sitting with him and Ned. They always sat together at lunch, but he was busy giving Liz goo goo eyes to pull the (h/c)ette over.

He was guilty that he had stood her up, but the city needed him. Besides you never know when the world needs saving again. One night wasn't going to kill her.

If you fail, then I'll catch your fall

What Peter didn't realize, was that it wasn't just one night. It was days, weeks, months. He had left her standing so many times her knees were starting to ache. The bad thing about it was that he didn’t even have a clue. He had no recollection of all the times he left her hanging and alone.

Yet, she waited, and waited, and waited. She just kept reminding herself that he was her friend and silent love; and, if he were to suddenly fall, she would be there to catch and hold him.

Not Liz Allen.

But not anymore, I'm not gonna do it I'm done

As the bell rang for the end of the day, (Y/N) quickly packed her things. Her and Peter agreed to meet up at the front gates. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she hurried out of the classroom and walked down the hall. Oh, she couldn't wait to finally spend time with Peter.

However, what she saw as she exited the building completely shattered what was left of her already broken and fragile heart. She saw Peter leaving the grounds with fucking Liz Allen.

I don't want half of you anymore

Quickly she pulled out her phone and called Peter. There was no answer. She did this three times. No answer. Finally, she called Ned. He would know something.

"Yello?" Ned answered.

"Hey Ned" (Y/N) said sickly sweet.

"Oh, hey (Y/N). What's up?".

"Nothing much. Just wanted to know why the hell Peter is ditching me for Liz, that's all,” she said sarcastically.

"What-. . .Oh. . . Oh! Shit!".

"What?".

"Liz asked Peter if he wanted to get a bite to eat after school during last period. He was so shocked and excited that he said yes. Don't worry. I'll call him-".

"No!" (Y/N) cut him off.

" . . .No?".

"Please don't. It's not worth it".

"You sure?".

"Yeah. Let him have this. I'll see you later".

"Okay. See ya later".

When they both hung up (Y/N) scoffed, " That's it. That's it. I'm done. I can't anymore".

(Y/N) turned back and walked into the school building. This was it. She’s had enough. After all of the bullshit she had to go through, after everything, she was done.

After all the times she let him play with her emotions, this was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. Walking through the halls, (Y/N) made her way to the principal's office.

“Ms.(L/N)? What are you still doing here? School ended,” Prinipal Morita said looking at the sophomore who entered his office.

“I want to transfer,” (Y/N) said getting straight to the point.

Morita was taken back, “A-A transfer? In the middle of the year?”.

(Y/N) sighed, “I know it’s sudden - but I just - I need to transfer. Out of here, out of New York”.

Morita observed the (h/c)ette. He was aware of the some of the things she was dealing with in school. Her aunt had been the one to call him after video chatting her niece one night.

She was worried for her niece and noticed changes in her as well as her grades. Morita knew (Y/A/N) well, they had been friends back in college.

He had been the one to recommend (Y/N) to Midtown. He knew she was extremely intelligent and had a lot of potential. He also knew she had been dealing with a lot lately.

(Y/A/N) had asked him to watch over her, which he did. He saw everything that had been going on in her life at school.

He promised (Y/A/N) that if (Y/N) ever needed anything, he would help her. So, that’s exactly what he was going to do.

“All right. I’ll put in a transfer as well as a recommendation to whatever school in whatever country you want transfer to,” Morita said.

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped, she hadn’t expceted him say that. She honestly thought she would have to debate with him to even get a transfer, let alone a recommendation.

Morita saw her reaction and addressed it, “(Y/N). I know the kind of person you are, the kind of person you really are. I know how smart you are. Which is why I know you haven’t been yourself lately. I promised your aunt I would help you in anyway I could if you ever needed it. So, if that’s by accepting your request for a transfer - I’ll do it. You are one of the brightest students I have ever seen in this school, and I’ll be sad to see you go, but if this is what you need then so be it. Even if that means giving you one heck of a recommendation”.

(Y/N) smiled at the man who she knew to be her aunt’s friend. She felt like she was going to start crying, “Thank you so much. I promise you I will not let this be for nothing”.

Morita smiled, “I know you won’t. So, why we start on that transfer?”.

I would rather have none of you at all

After filing her transfer papers with Morita, (Y/N) went home.

As soon as she got into her one room apartment, after passing her sleazy landlord, she ran to her room and begin packing.

Now it may seem that she’s over exaggerating. Leaving because of some guy? That's only part of the problem.

(Y/N) hadn't felt happy during her high school year in New York. Her and her moved from (country) to New York when she first started junior high. (Y/A/N) had wanted her niece to experience life in America and see the place she had grown up. However, when (Y/N) was about to start high school, (Y/A/N) had to go back to (country) for work.

She was going to take (Y/N) with her, she did not want to leave her niece by herself. So, when Morita recommended (Y/N) go to Midtown and that he would keep an eye on her, and after (Y/N) begging her to let her stay, (Y/A/N) gave in.

It was great a first. (Y/N) would be going to the top science school in New York. She would get to stay with Peter and Ned. Everything was perfect.

That’s when the pressure started to build.

(Y/N) didn’t tell anyone about her apartment situation. No one knew how much of douchebag her landlord was. Not even her aunt. They did not know that he had been laundering money for quite some time. Why he felt he needed more from a teenager, was beyond her. They were unaware of the fact that (Y/N) barely had enough money for rent, food, and other necessities.

Each month her landlord would get greedier and raise the interest rate of her rent. There were days where she would go without meals because she needed the money for rent and she did not have enough money to get a better apartment. When she really needed food, she would go down to the local food storages.

The apartment complex she lived at had washing machines and dryers, but to use them you needed to pay extra. Since she couldn’t afford that, she would scrounge for loose quarters and do her laundry at the local laundry mat.

Luckily she didn’t have to worry about tuition. Her aunt is the one who paid for it. Though, it didn’t really change anything.

She never told anyone, she didn’t want them to get involved. She didn’t want them to think she was weak and couldn’t handle it. She especially didn't want Peter to think of her as weak.

However, money and rent was not the only thing putting her under a lot of stress. Peer pressure was another one, and it was the second worst one.

Back in (country) she had a group of great friends. Over here, she only had three. When she started to dress and act differently, people started paying more attention to her. However, it was all in vain.

None of them wanted to get to know her. On top of that, her grades were starting to slip. Focusing on her appearance and status, she stopped trying in school and tried to fit in with the popular crowd.

Because of that, she started to pay attention to every little flaw she thought she had. She was too fat, she was too pail, her clothes weren’t trendy enough, she needed more makeup.

She needed to look more like Liz.

She had to act more like Liz.

She had to be like Liz.

Your head and heart can debate

Going into her small bathroom, (Y/N) undid her hair and wiped off all of her makeup. As she looked in the bathroom mirror, she saw how dead she looked, how thin she actually was.

Being here was toxic and it was slowly killing her.

She had to escape.

She was done.

Grabbing her bathroom items, she threw them in all in a bag and moved to the kitchen.

But I'm not gonna sit and wait

While she was packing up in the kitchen, she opened one of drawers and saw an old photo. It was of her and Peter during the field trip to Oscorp. Not even taking a second glance, she crumbled it up in her hand, and threw it the trash. In a fit of anger, (Y/N) kicked the trash can, knocking it over.

She had enough of never being enough. What did she have to do for him to notice her? What did she have to do for him to realize she had been with him through thick and thin?

No more. That was it. He didn't even care.

So, now he was going to regret it.

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

Once everything was packed, (Y/N) took a quick shower and pulled out some clothes. She was tired of wearing skirts, dresses, flats, heels. That wasn't her, it never was. Without delay, she threw on a pair of ripped black jeans, a gray skull tank top, a dark blue flannel, and some sneakers. (Y/N) sighed in content, it felt so good to be wearing her clothes again.

This was the real her.

Like it or not.

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

(Y/N) called an Uber and specifically requested a large vehicle to pick her up and take her to the airport. Better than foolishly hauling down a cab.

Once she paid off her rent and tarnished her lease, she may have had to threaten her landlord to let her leave or else she would go to the police and expose him for money laundering, she left. She didn’t even say goodbye to any of her neighbors, she just wanted to get out of there.

She was glad that her apartment was nowhere near Peter's. It made this a lot easier. As the Uber arrived, (Y/N) helped them with her stuff. She didn’t have a lot, only a few bags. All the furniture that was in the apartment didn't belong to her. It came with the apartment.

When she got into the car, the driver immediately drove away.

You're scared now, one life

She greeted the driver before pulling out her phone. Checking the time, she saw that it was 12:45 in the morning. Her friends were most likely asleep. Unlocking her phone, (Y/N) dialed Michelle's first.

Must let go, survive

"Hello?" a somewhat tired voice answered.

"Hey Michelle,” (Y/N) said.

"(Y/N)? What the hell? It's almost one in the morning".

"I know. I just wanted to say goodbye".

"Goodbye?".

"I can't do this anymore. With school, Peter, everything. I'm slowly losing myself".

" . . .".

"I'm tired of being something I never was. And for what? A boy? A boy that is too busy waiting for Stark to call him and Liz to talk to him. I'm done. I've had enough".

" . . . I'm going to be honest. I had a feeling this would happen".

"Me leaving?".

"Not exactly. I had a feeling everything would hit you at once and you would realize that you deserved better".

(Y/N) let out an airy laugh, "You really know me, huh?".

"Ha. I guess. So, you going back home?".

"Yeah. That's the only place where I feel like I belong. It's where I can be me. I already requested for a transfer and it’s already been sent in to (school of your choice)”.

" Well, if this is it. . . I'm gonna miss you. I guess".

(Y/N) smiled for a moment, "I'm gonna miss you too. I'll talk to you later. I still have to call Ned and. . . him".

" Kay. I'll see you when I see you, loser".

"Love you too, loser".

Time heals all, how is this still strong?

ring ring _ _

_" H-Hewo. . ." _an almost inaudible voice said.

"Hey Ned" (Y/N) said.

"Oh. Hey yawn (Y/N)".

"Sorry to wake you".

"Oh. It's no problem. What's up?".

"I just wanted to say goodbye".

"Goodbye? Where are you going?".

"Home, Ned. I. . .I can't be here anymore. Not in Midtown. Not in New York".

" . . .What about Peter?".

(Y/N) scoffed, “What about him? You think he was thinking about me or how I felt all those times he ditched me. I'm through waiting, Ned. It's killing me inside. Especially when he's all over Liz".

". . . I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way".

(Y/N) sighed, "It's fine. It had nothing to do with you".

"You gonna call him?".

"I have to. I at least owe him that much".

"If it counts for anything, I always thought you were better than Liz".

(Y/N) smiled, "Aw. Thanks Ned"

"See ya, (N/N)".

"Bye, Ned".

You push me, I pull you

Now for the moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) dialed the last number.

*ring* *ring* *ring* *ring*

-Hey. This is Peter. Sorry I can't get to you right now. But I'll get to you as soon as I can. Bye.-

(Y/N) scoffed, she should have known. As soon as she heard the beep, she went for it.

"Hey Peter. Of course, I get your voicemail. What else would I get? You answering? Yeah, that's a laugh. Listen, not sure if you're gonna care enough to hear this, but I need to say it. I'm leaving, Peter. I'm going home. I-I've had enough of this. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. What, Peter? What do I have to do? If I were to look like Liz, then would you notice? Tch. Of course, you wouldn't. Because I'm not your beautiful, amazing Liz Allen.

Oh, and by the way thanks for ditching me again. Hope you had a great time with Liz. It's bad enough that I have to deal with you standing me up for that stupid internship, but to be ditched for another girl? Yeah. That fucking stings. What is it gonna take for you to get it through your thick skull, that I love you. Yeah. Yeah, I said it. I fucking love you, Peter Parker. But that doesn't matter, does it? Because I'm not fucking Liz Allen. I'm never gonna be good enough for you, am I? Yeah, I don't think so. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you? How long I've put up with your shit? Who was the one who has always been there for you? Who was there when Uncle Ben died? When you were sad and hurt? When all those bullies tried picking on you? Cause I can guarantee you, it wasn't Liz or Stark.

You've really hurt me, Peter. . . But not anymore. I'm done. I-I can't do this anymore. This is getting me nowhere. I've been with you through thick and thin, yet you can't seem to do the same for me. But you know what, that's okay. I'm through wasting my time on you. I'm through constantly crying over you. I'm through waiting for the day when you finally realize how much you mean to me. I'm done. I'm so done. Don't try to call me, I won't answer. This is the last phone call you will ever receive from me. I’ll be getting a new phone and number too. I'm done with you and whatever 'this' was. Have a nice life, Peter. Goodbye".

You leave now, I come to denying

"Bad day, huh?" the driver asked from up front.

(Y/N) scoffed, "You could say that".

The driver nodded, "If it makes you feel any better, you're doing the right thing. It's unhealthy to stay in a toxic relationship".

(Y/N) nodded, "Yeah. It's not worth wasting my life on".

The driver made a left before replying, "So, where you heading?".

"(Country). That's where I was born,” (Y/N) answered.

The river hmmed, "Interesting. Well, I hope find what you're looking for".

(Y/N) nodded, "Me too. I need to be in a place where I can be myself. Where there's a better future for me".

Stopping in front of the airport, the driver helped (Y/N) with her bags. Giving the driver a thank you, (Y/N) grabbed her bags.

From the driver's seat, the driver called out to her, "You're one of the only girls where she knows she deserves better. Most girls I drive come crying and complaining about their boyfriends, yet they stay. Despite the pain, they stay".

(Y/N) bit her lip, " I'm done waiting for someone who I know would never wait for me".

How is this still on?

"Thanks Mr. Stark,” Peter said putting his suit inside his bag.

"No problem, kid. They suit just needed some upgrading. Better head home before your hot aunt freaks out,” Tony said.

"Okay. See you, Mr. Stark,” Peter waved goodbye.

Leaving the building, Peter starts walking home. The time he had spent with Liz that afternoon was like a fairy tale, it was magical.

Yet, when he was with Liz, something didn't feel right. Like he was forgetting something. He just brushed it off, after all, he was eating with Liz Allen!

Crossing the street, Peter pulled out his phone to check the time. There was a voicemail. Maybe it was from Aunt May wondering where he was. Opening his phone, he went to his voicemail.

Only it wasn't May that was on the other end.

"Hey Peter".

(Y/N)?

"Of course, I get your voicemail. What else would I get? You answering? Yeah, that's a laugh. Listen, not sure if you're gonna care enough to hear this, but I need to say it. I'm leaving, Peter. I'm going home. I-I've had enough of this. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. What, Peter? What do I have to do? If I were to look like Liz, then would you notice? Tch. Of course, you wouldn't. Because I'm not your beautiful, amazing Liz Allen”.

What was going on?

“Oh, and by the way thanks for ditching me again. Hope you had a great time with Liz. It's bad enough that I have to deal with you standing me up for that stupid internship, but to be ditched for another girl? Yeah. That fucking stings. What is it gonna take for you to get it through your thick skull, that I love you. Yeah. Yeah, I said it. I fucking love you, Peter Parker. But that doesn't matter, does it? Because I'm not fucking Liz Allen. I'm never gonna be good enough for you, am I? Yeah, I don't think so. Do you have any idea how long I've waited for you? How long I've put up with your shit? Who was the one who has always been there for you? Who was there when Uncle Ben died? When you were sad and hurt? When all those bullies tried picking on you? Cause I can guarantee you, it wasn't Liz or Stark”.

What was this? She loved him? She was leaving?

So, you try to convince me that you're done

Then you see me and come undone

If you fail, I'll catch your fall

But not anymore, I'm not gonna do it I'm done

I don't want half of you anymore

I would rather have none of you at all

Fear seeped into Peter's heart.

No, no. This wasn't happening.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Without a second thought, the boy ran down the street.

No, it wasn't true. She's still here. She's still here!

Your head, and heart can debate

But I'm not gonna sit and wait

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

Running past people that were still on the street, Peter could see (Y/N)'s apartment in the distance.

Picking up the pace, he ran towards the building.

Who knew after so long

Running inside, Peter made his way up to (Y/N)'s floor.

Grabbing the spare key, she had given him, from his bag, he turned the lock and swung the door open.

I had the power all along

Walking inside Peter felt a chill go down his spine. It felt so empty. He looked everywhere, the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, the bathroom - everywhere.

The apartment was completely empty. Aside from the furniture, nothing was left.

There was nothing left of her.

Nothing.

She was gone.

Caught under your spell

What did he do? Did he really hurt her so bad, that she would just up and leave? Where was he when she needed him? Where was he all the times she patiently waited for him, only for him to never show? How could he let this happen?

When she said she loved him, he couldn't believe it. Her big (e/c) eyes, her smile, her laugh - they all plagued his mind. A sudden warmth filled his heart and cheeks.

Why didn't she say anything before?

I know it all too well

Looking into the kitchen, Peter noticed that the trash can had fallen over. What caught his eye was the crumbled-up photo on the floor. Walking over, he picked it up.

It was of him and (Y/N). It was the day they went to Oscorp. They day he got bitten. When he turned it over, he saw (Y/N)'s handwriting on the back.

'Oscorp trip with Peter. He looks so cute. God, I love him so much'.

You coulda made this work, but you've won

Tears coated his brown eyes, slightly blurring his vision.

How didn't he see it before? If only he would have paid more attention.

If only he had listened. If only he had stopped trying to make it seem like the world needed him every few seconds.

If only he had looked away from Liz.

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

I’m done

Pulling out his phone, Peter called (Y/N). Maybe there was still time. Time to make things right.

He'll tell her he was wrong. How much she meant to him. That he was Spiderman. That he didn't need Liz. He only needed and wanted her. . .

Though. . . not everything goes the way we want it to.

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

I don't want half of you anymore

I would rather have none of you at all

Your head and heart can debate

But I'm not gonna sit and wait

Sitting down in her seat on the plane, (Y/N) shut off her phone and put it in her bag. Pulling out her iPod, she put in her headphones and watched as everything outside her window passed by.

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

No. No

*ring* *ring* *ring* *ring*

-Hey it's (Y/N). Sorry can't come to the phone at the moment. I'll get to you as soon as I am able. Bye!-

It was too late. The damage was done. She was gone.

And it was his fault.

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

I'm done, I'm done

I'm not gonna do it. I'm done

I'm not gonna do it, I'm done

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