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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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25 To Life

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter deals with the repercussions of his identity being revealed

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It all happened so fast.

That's what Pepper and Tony’s legal team told to say.

That it all happened so fast.

You didn't see it. You didn't hear it. You can't make out a face. You have no idea who would do this, Officer.

It all happened so fast.

For you, it seemed more like slow motion. You weren’t there to witness Mysterio’s death. Peter had told you Mysterio tried to shot him but ended up shooting himself. That’s what you were told and that’s what you believed.

But the video told a different story.

It was all there: Mysterio saying Spiderman had gone crazy, Spiderman ordering everyone to be executed, and Mysterio dying. The video made it seem like the London drone attack was the work of Spiderman, but you knew the truth.

Right?

To the media, Spiderman had gone rogue following Tony’s death and killed Mysterio. To the media, Spiderman was a murderer.

And to the public, Spiderman was Peter Parker.

You watched the screen, paralyzed with shock, as your boyfriends identity was revealed. You dropped the remote, not bothering to look back as the batteries flew out and hit the ground, and ran to Peter’s apartment.

The cops arrived Peter’s apartment the same time you did, baracading the entrance with their cars. All the flashing lights and sirens made you sick to your stomach. There were officers everywhere, some talking amongst themselves and others turning the nosey public away. Did they really think your Peter did soemthing that warrrented that many officers? You dodged a few officers by the doorway and snuck up the fire escape to climb into Peters window. He and May were already in there, faces pale and haunted. May locked the window behind you and quickly drew the shades. You approached Peter slowly like he was a frightened animal, just in case he was skiddish. As soon as he saw you, Peter ran to you and threw himself into your arms in a desperate search for comfort. You combed your fingers through his hair to soothe him as his body shook with terror. He cried into your shoulder, his tears seeping through your shirt within seconds. You whispered comfort in his ear until his sobs became silent.

“You have to get out of here. I don’t want you to see this.” Peter sobbed as he cradled your face.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You shook your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But the video.” Peter whimpered. “It looks like I killed him. People are going to think I’m a murderer.”

You laid his head back on your chest and shushed him. You didn’t have to heart to tell him that people already thought he was a murderer. He didn’t need to hear that. He just needed comfort.

“My identity is out. They’re gonna arrest me.” Peter sobbed. Before you could respond, there was a heavy pounding on the door.

“NYPD. We have a warrant. Open up.”

Peter held you tighter and you backed up towards the closet together. You clung to him, hiding his face from view and looked at May for help.

“It’s all right, kids. I’ll go talk to the police. Stay here.” May said calmly. You shared a sympathetic look before she left the room. You held Peter tightly and kissed every part of him that you could reach as he shook with fear.

“It’s okay.” You whispered as you fought back tears of your own. “It’s going to be okay.”

You clamped your hands over his ears, not wanting him to hear what the police were saying and began to sing to him softly.

You knew Peter was innocent, but that video was incredibly convincing.

And incriminating.

How were you going to explain it to the cops? 'No sir, it wasn't Peter. Mysterio pretended to be a warrior soilder from another planet and gained Peters trust so he could pretend London was being attacked by a giant smoke monsters using special sunglasses called EDITH. Peter didn’t kill Mysterio, you see, Mysterio projected a fake version of himself using a drone and shot it on accident when he tried to shoot Peter. No, there’s no evidence of this. Yes, he was invisible when Peter grabbed the gun. He knew he was there because of his Peter Tingle, silly. Can't you tell?'

Is that what you were supposed to say? They would never believe it.

“Please, be gentle. His uncle was shot. He’s scared of guns, please.” May was hanging on the arm of one of the police officers as they burst into Peters room. You and Peter looked up fearfully as three police officers pointed their guns at you, clutching to each other for dear life.

“Peter Parker, you are under arrest for the murder of Quentin Beck.” An Officer stated as she pulled you and Peter apart. You and Peter reached for each other until only your hands could touch, crying out for each other the whole time. Peters hands were brought behind his back as an officer handcuffed him. You were restrained by an officer and squirmed in the his embrace, kicking and writhing to break free as you screamed Peters name. He was lead out of the room, locking eyes with you the whole time until he was out of sight. May followed them out as she wiped the tears from her face, pleading with them to be gentle. The room fell silent, the only sounds coming from the police sirens, slowing fading as they drove to the station.

You lost time from being at Peters house to arriving at the station. The car ride with May was silent as you tailed the police car Peter was in. Once inside, you were lead to a winess interrogation room and May was brought to the chief. You bounced your leg up and down as an officer went over the day Mysterio died, barely listening to what she was saying. The florescent lighting of the room made you feel nauseous as she questioned you.

"Can you tell me what happened?" The officer looked up from her notepad to look at you. You came back into yourself and blinked a few times.

“No, I'm sorry.” You said robotically as you smoothed your hand over your leg to keep it from bouncing. “It all happened so fast."

They held Peter in a cell until the day of his court hearing to determine his sentence. You sat next to May in the courtroom and tried to follow what the Judge was saying, a lot of legal jargon was spoken that frustrated you when you couldn’t understand it. Your eyes drifted to Peter, who looked exhausted and frightened in his baggy orange jumpsuit. He made eye contact with you gave you a weak smile, rasing his handcuffed hands to wave. You both jolted out of your gaze when the judge banged his gavel.

"I hereby sentence Peter Parker 25 years to life for the first degree murder of Quentin Beck.” The judge spoke. The silence in the room was so deafening that your ears buzzed and rang. Officers arrived to handcuff Peter and take him away as surprise murmurs emitted from the crowd. You felt paralyzed as Peters terrified eyes met yours.

And then everything happened so fast.

You remembered standing up and screaming.

You remembered saying he was innocent, that he was framed.

You remembered May putting her head in her hands and sobbing as she lost her last family member.

And you remembered Peter looking back at you and mouthing that he loved you before they lead him out of the room.

Everything else was a blur.

You visited Peter the first day you could.

“Inmates are allowed two hugs; one on arrival and one when leaving.” Rang over the loudspeaker every five minutes.

It took a few weeks to get your name added to his visitors list. The judge had tried Peter as an adult, so he was put in minimum security federal prison to serve his sentence. You sat and waited at the table for Peter to come, looking around at the other inmates to distract yourselves from your nerves. Everyone was separated by a small table, some people with little kids on their laps and some alone. You smoothed your skirt for the hundredth time and rubbed your lips together.

Peter was lead into the room by a guard, his face lighting up when he saw you. He walked over to you and threw his arms around you and you hugged him tightly. His orange scrubs were rough against your skin as you buried your face in his chest.

"No contact." A guard barked and he jumped out of your arms. You gave Peter a sympathetic smile and sat down.

"How are you?" You asked despite his appearance telling you that the answer wasn’t good. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, with his eyes sunken in and his skin pale. His uniform was ill fitting, unless he had lost a lot of weight.

"I'm getting by." Peter nodded, both of you knowing it was better if he kept the truth to himself.

"Are the people here nice?" You asked hopefully.

"This is a federal prison, darling." He said shortly. You realized it was a dumb question and gave him a tight smile. Your fingers twitched, desperate to hold his hand but not wanting to get him in trouble.

"I know. I just hoped you had found some friends to protect you." You nodded and looked down. Both of you could tell how awkward it was between you. Neither of you were your usual selves, as you were guilt ridden and Peter was exhausted.

"I'll be okay.” He said, and neither of you knew if it was true. An uncomfortable silence returned and you kept your eyes down.A small smile tugged on your lips as you got an idea.

“Excuse me, guard?” You piped up and looked at a correctional officer. “Could you tell me what time it is? I can read the clock from here.”

Peter looked at you in confusion as his eyes darted to the watch on your wrist. As soon as the guard turned around to look at the clock, you leaned across the table and gave Peter a quick kiss. He smiled shyly as you quickly sat back down, pretending nothing had happened.

“12:34.” The officer answered you and you gave her a tight smile. You cocked an eyebrow at Peter and he chuckled for the first time in weeks.

“How are you holding up?" He asked you and you shrugged.

"I haven't been sleeping well.” You answered honestly. “I'm just so worried about you."

"I know." He said simply. He had no way to assuage you, and you knew it.

"We’re doing everything we can to prove your innocence.” You assured him and Peter fake you a fake smile. “All of us. Scott, Rhodey, Sam, Banner, May, everyone. Even Bucky is trying to help. Maybe there's a way to tell the cops about your Peter Tingle without them thinking we're crazy."

You looked so hopeful that it pained Peter. He reached for your hands and took them in his before he did what he came to do.

“No contact.” The guard repeated and Peter stared at him for a long time. He retracted his hands and folded them on his lap, swallowing thickly as he composed himself.

"You don't have to do that, Y/n.” Peter said quietly. He knew what this was, what he was about to do.

This was the calm before the storm.

"Yes we do.” You blinked in confusion. “You're innocent, Peter. You shouldn't be in here."

"Maybe I should be.” Peters voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Baby, I killed Beck. I moved the gun. That’s why it hit him. And I’m the one who gave him EDITH in the first place. Who knows what else he could've done. What if he killed you too?” Peter whispered in pain.

“This isn’t your fault, Peter.” You shook your head stubbornly. “And as soon as the police realize that, they’re gonna let you out of here. I promise, the second you’re free we can go right back to the way things were. We can be together and we’ll be happy again.” You smiled hopefully. “But until then, I'll visit you every single day, from the start of visiting hours to the end."

You thought he’d be happy, but Peter looked pained by your statement.

“Whats wrong?” You worried when he didn’t look like your plan.

"That's not a good idea, Y/n.” He said softly. “You can't spend everyday waiting for someone who isn't gonna come home. You need to get on with your life.” He said abruptly. You were taken back by his response and let out a nervous laugh.

"What are you saying?"

Peter looked at you for a moment and his bottom lip began to tremble.

"I'm saying you need to forget about me.” Peter stated as tears came to his eyes. “Go find another boy. Someone who isn't in prison can be there for you when you need him. Marry him and start a family with him. You can't wait for me to get out of here, Y/n. That day might never come." He cried. You looked at him in bewilderment and tried to process what he had said.

"What are you talking about? I don't want another boy. I want you.” You sputtered as you leaned forward on the table to really look at him. “Only you. I'm going to wait as long as I have to."

"I can't ask you to wait 25 years." Peter shook his head sadly.

"You're not asking. I'm making the decision by myself." You snapped.

"That means you'll have to wait 25 years to get married and have children. You probably won't even be able to have children at that time." Peter reasoned.

"So we'll adopt." You shrugged in dismissal.

"Is that really what you want?" Peter asked skeptically.

"No. But I want you.” You said definitively. “That's all that matters. If you can wait 25 years, so can I."

"But I don't have a choice." He reminded you.

"But I do.” You sniffled. “And I choose you.“

"Our only interaction will be these short meetings. I'm not even allowed to touch you.” Peter cried. “Don't you think you'll fall out of love with me?"

You reached out to wipe his face but a guard shook his head. You balled your hand into a fist and slammed it on the table.

"Of course not. How could I? It's you.” You laughed sadly. “Every single time, it's you. You’re the only one I’m ever gonna want, Peter.”

Peters face scrunched up as he cried and looked away. He couldn’t look at you when he knew he was hurting you.

"Y/n, you're making this impossible." He sobbed and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Please don't do this, Peter.” You begged.

"You know I love you. So much." He said sincerely.

"Then stop breaking me." You whispered.

"I'm so sorry, but I have to do this.” Peter protested as he slammed his fist on the table. “I can't have you wasting away while you wait for me to be free. I got 25 years to life, baby.” He whimpered. “That means I'll only get a chance for parole in 25 years. And even then, they could deny me and keep me in here. Everyone has seen that video of me. That’s enough evidence to keep me in here as long as they want, even if it’s fake. I'm never getting out of here.” He shook his head. “Just because my life is over doesn’t mean yours has to be over too. There’s still a chance for you, angel.”

“I could never be happy without you.” You cried, fingers twitching as you fought the urge to reach for him.

“Yes you can. And you will.” He decided. “I can’t let you die unloved. You need to forget about me. Guard!”

It all happened so fast.

You were escorted out of the visitation room, kicking and screaming Peter’s name. He was lead away by a correctional officer, mouthing that he loved you before he disappeared behind a wall.

For the next four years, you went to that prison every week.

And every week, Peter refused to see you.

The guards stopped asking for your name eventually and who you were there to see.

They knew why you were there.

It became somewhat of a routine. They'd call the guard outside Peter’s cell and ask if Peter wanted to see you, Peter would say no and you would go home. He thought that by not allowing you to visit him, you’d eventually move on.

He was wrong.

You never did move on. Even after Peter was killed in prison by Adrian Toomes after four years of being locked up, you didn't move on.

You asked the guard how an inmate could be killed in a prison full of guards. The guard answered simply, "it all happened so fast."

At least he's free now. At least you can visit him.

Even if all you were visiting was a grave.

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driedflowersforbrain · 4 years ago

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You’ll Run Away // Theo Raeken One Shot

Not my gif.

Summary- Theo finds the reader in the street in the a drunk state, takes her home and some undiscovered feelings are confessed.

Pairing- Theo Raeken x Reader

Tags- Fluff, super fluff. Kissing. Nothing out of the blue.

A/n- Here goes nothing. First work of mine. Hope you guys like it. Theo Raeken is my soft baby soooo this was obv coming. Comments are welcome.

Go ahead <3<3<3

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Your Pov

I was pissed at Scott for trying to stop me. The pack was on some sort of mission that night, to try finding a way to know more about the Dread Doctors. Considering the fact, that I was a mere human, any and all details regarding their plan were kept from me. Scott, Stiles and I've been childhood friends. We have always been inseparable. But lately, I feel useless because I can't help them in any way.

But it wasn't my fault. So being the stupid, dumb idiot I am, I decided to do something reckless. Maybe not reckless, but I went to the club. A little clubbing and drinks never killed nobody.

Theo's Pov

I was driving back home after a frustrating meeting with the Dread Doctors. They didn't understand how important it was for me to have a pack. I was still gripping the steering wheel tightly and clenching my jaw, trying to control my anger.

I was in downtown now. It was quite dark outside and late. The streets were mostly empty except the occasional people here and there. When suddenly, my eyes fell on the dark silhouette swaying, dancing on the sidewalk. There was something awfully familiar about that figure. I stopped my truck and got out.

It was y/n! But what the hell was she doing out here at this time.

'Y/n?' I said in a questioning tone despite knowing well that it was her.

She turned around, confused at first but soon her expression changed. A sheepish grin appearing on her lips. While a tired sigh escaped my lips.

'Theo!' she said, her words slurring. She took a step towards me, stumbling and falling. My supernatural instincts kicked in and I got her before she fell and hurt herself.

'Are you drunk?' Now that was a literal question. I didn't think of y/n as anyone who would go out late and get wasted, maybe I was about to be proved wrong.

My hands were still wrapped around her torso, trying to get her to straighten up.

'Yeshh' she said answering my previous question.

'Why?'

'Cause..cause' she thought hard for a while, withdrawing from my embrace, swaying left to right. I held out both my hands just in case.

'Yeah, cause 'm angry at pack'

'Your pack?'

'Yes' she said seemingly proud of herself for giving a reasonable answer.

'Why are you angry at them?' I asked trying to get any sort of information from her that might help my plans for the future.

'Oh no!' she suddenly looked distressed.

'What's wrong?' I was on edge now.

'I forgot my glasses at the club.'

'y/n, you don't wear glasses.' I said, defeated. I knew she was incapable of helping in my endeavors in any way.

'Come with me.' I grabbed her wrist, trying my best to be gentle. I pulled her across the road towards the dark blue truck. She leaned against the passenger side door and kept mumbling something. I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my trousers. I searched for Scott's number through my contacts and hit call when I found it.

Pressing the phone to my ear, I waited. The phone ringed for a while then went to voicemail. After my three unsuccessful attempts to reach Scott, I gave up and sighed loudly. I looked at y/n. She was staring at the sky, looking towards the sky, the back of her head softly pressed against the passenger side window. She was humming something.

A small smile appeared on my lips. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. Why was I smiling?! I wiped the smile off my face and grabbed y/n's forearm and opened the truck's door.

Seems like I have to do this myself. Driving drunk y/n home was not something I thought I would be doing tonight.

As got to the driver's side, I tried reasoning with myself. Maybe this would earn me some extra credits with the pack. This may make them think I can be trusted after all. Y/n didn't exactly trust me either but her that demeanor was asleep somewhere at the moment.

'Do you wanna hear a joke?' she asked innocently, her eyes gleaming like a child.

I looked straight ahead, towards the road and replied without looking at her,' No!' It came out harsher then I wanted but doesn't matter now.

Y/n stuck her bottom lip out and pouted like a kid, giving me puppy eyes. Oh no, I was obviously not falling for this. I'm a highly modified creature, a mix of supernatural and pseudo science. No way in hell was I going to give in.

Exactly seven minutes and three glances in her direction later, I gave in.

'Fine.'

A huge smile broke out on her face. 'What will you call a werewolf that doesn't know they are a werewolf?'

I thought for a moment. Actually trying to contribute to her efforts. 'I don't know, dumb wolf or something?'

'No silly!' She giggled loudly, making me smile again but this time it slipped my mind to be bothered about this unreasonable smiling. ' You call it an unawerewolf!'

I raised my eyebrow more amused by her answer than finding the joke funny. She laughed at her own joke. And hearing her laugh made me laugh myself. The encounter with dread doctors was now at the back of my head.

'That was really bad.' I said shaking my head despite my smile saying something else.

'Shut up.' She pouted. I guess I had offended her. I took this as a chance to stop any further conversation. She was quiet for a while.

Soon y/n reached for the radio, turning the button for any station playing nice songs. After toying with the button for a few minutes, she finally stopped at a station playing a Kygo song. Firestone was blasting from the speakers.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw y/n rolling down her window. But before I could react, she poked her head and then her torso was out of the window. I grabbed her shirt, trying to hold her, and also keeping the car steady.

'Y/n, get your head back inside and shut the window.'

'NO!'

'Y/N I SAID GET INSIDE!' I raised my voice. She gave in. After doing as I said, she slowing looked at me. My heart was beating erratically. I was worried?

The rest of the drive passed in silence. When we reached her house, I went to her side and opened the door.

She had her arms crossed and a dull expression on her face.

'C'mon, you' re home' I said, while getting her out and closing the door with my foot. She still had the same expression, not giving me any reply, not even looking towards me.

'Okay, I am sorry... for yelling at you' I said rubbing the back of my neck,'even though it was totally your fault' I added under my breath, sure she didn't hear that.

Hearing me say this, a smile broke out on her face. She threw both her hands around my bicep, resting her head on my shoulder. My heart fluttered, slightly.

'Theeeooo' she said in a sing-song voice. The rest of what she said was probably gibberish, her words too slurred for me to understand but her voice was high- pitched, cute. We both moved to the front door, swaying because of y/n of course.

'Keys?'

' Flower pot.' she said with a small yawn.

I understood immediately, looking under the flowerpot beside the door. And surely there was a key . I unlocked the door, took under inside but stopped at the threshold.

'Good night y/n. You should rest now.'

'Wait? Where are you going?' she said genuinely disappointed.

'I should go.' I raised my eyebrow, trying to keep my point. I turned around to leave.

Suddenly I felt two arms wrap around me from behind and a head resting gently on my back. There was silence for a while. Neither of us moving. I didn't try turning around.

'Please...stay' I heard her say in a small yet soft voice.

I finally did turn around.

Sighing I thought to myself , 'This is going to be a long night.'

Soon I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, in y/n's room. It was nothing like I expected it to be. The bed was in the center of the room. Fairy lights covered the ceiling, illuminating the room with their yellow glow. A wall was covered in posters, photos of the pack and her family, artworks and evidence of any creative outbursts y/n had. It was incredibly quiet in the house considering that y/n lived with her uncle, who was her only family, and even he was out of the town most of the times.

She was currently in her walk-in closet, ransacking it in hopes of finding something comfortable to wear at night. The door to the closet was open a little. I sneaked a quick glance inside but then quickly looked away. Maybe she was changing. I heard quite shuffling, thanks to my supernatural instincts.

Not long after, she came out wearing an over-sized grey hoodie that reached up to her knees and fluffy socks. She gradually dragged her feet to the bed and sat down beside me.

I turned a bit to look at her. Water drops still rested on her face, probably from washing her face after changing. Her face was lit with the faint yellow light, highlighting the delicate curves and soft features. Her eyes were drooping.

"You should lay down. Your look sleepy." She looked at me slowly and shook her head. A frown appeared on my face.

"Why not?" I asked looking at her hand. She was fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

"Because...because you'll...ran away." She said in a soft voice. My face softened upon hearing this. I understood where this was coming from. Y/n was all alone on the street, Scott wasn't picking up any calls, y/n was angry at the pack. Now it didn't take a genius to understand what was going on here. She was left out of whatever the hell the pack was doing. She was alone without her pack. And frankly, nobody at the moment knew how that felt other than me.

I turned my body towards her. I slowly took her hands, which made her look up at me. My thumb rubbing gentle circle upon her hand.

"Hey, I'm not running away anywhere. Not from you." We sat in silence for a while, hands still intertwined.

"You should really sleep. I'll go...sleep on the couch...outside." I said getting up, pointing towards the living room. Then suddenly a look at her face made me stop. I sighed.

I took off my t shirt. A small smile came on y/n's face when she realized I wasn't going anywhere.

Y/n laid down on the bed leaving place for me. I climbed on the bed and put the cover on both of us, and turned off the light.

We both laid on our backs. Moonlight pouring through the only window in the room. I turned towards y/n. Her y/e/c eyes were open and her breathing even. My heart skipped a beat. That seemed to be happening a lot tonight.

I brushed a strand of dark brown hair away from y/n's face. She turned towards me. I was afraid I was afraid I might have offended. Usually sober y/n kept her distance from me, always plotting with Stiles because they were the only ones I hadn’t won over yet. But somehow despite my agenda, I just couldn’t stay away from her. Sometimes it really frustrated me that I was getting distracted by a girl, but then I imagined her face with those soft curls framing her face and that smile that made the sunshine nervous and-

I even got scared that something I might do or maybe if she got caught up in the middle of my fight some day, she’d get hurt. And that was enough to keep me from trying to get too attached to her.

But on seeing her eyes night now, at this moment, relief washed over me. There was a delicate smile on her face, like I was not some stranger to her who she barely knew. Like I could be someone, was someone she trusted.

Unconsciously my hand lifted a little and stroked her cheekbone as lightly as I could. She wrapped her hand around my fingers and for a moment I thought she might push it away, but to my utter surprise, she pressed it to her cheek, leaning into my touch.

She was so precious, and her pack had abandoned her despite knowing how alone she was with only an uncle to call her family. Anger bubbled inside me, in that moment I could have fought the whole pack, even killed Scott but not for my gain, rather at the thought that they could call themselves your family and leave you behind like this.

My attention was snapped back to her, as she moved, pulling closer to me. I could fell her breath fanning my face, due to our proximity. All the anger that my erupting inside, plaguing my thoughts, vanished in mere seconds, as I took in her scent. Y/n was the one who drank tonight yet here I was feeling intoxicated.

My eyes scanned her face. Drinking in every detail, trying my best to memorize in the fear that this might not last till tomorrow. My eyesight lingered on her lips. They looked so soft like frail petals of a rose. I wanted so bad to kiss her.

What happened next had me in shock. As if she read my mind, y/n slowly leaned forward and kissed my lips. It took a few seconds for my shock to subside. Once it did, our lips met and it was nothing like I had ever felt before. The bite, the blood lust, everything fell flat in front of this.

Our lips moved in perfect synchrony like they were made for this, and after a lifetime of longing they were united, knowing every inch of each other. I gently tugged at her lower lip as she smiled into my lips. I slowly let my tongue slip into her mouth, tasting the alcohol and the sweet taste of y/n that I had been longing for so long, yet only realized it now.

I ran my hand through her hair, as softly as I could. Something had taken over me. As if my hands had a mind of their own. Y/n's hand reached forward closing any distance that remained between us and wrapped around my torso. It made me kind of nervous. I stiffened a little. But slowly, it comforted me. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Felt calm, comfortable.

I closed my eyes. One hand reaching her waist. Suddenly, she climbed on top of me, our bodies fitting like two halves of a moulds. I wanted this for the rest of my life. But there was a nagging that I didn’t deserve her, this won’t last when I wake up. So I tried to savor every second of this.

But no. No. I couldn’t. Y/n was drunk. Maybe she didn’t even know what she was doing.

I lightly pushed her away, even if it broke my heart. And laid her down beside me as before. A little pout appeared and her face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked cupping my face with her hands.

“Y/n, you are drunk. Just go to sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“But I want to kiss you.” She said childishly pecking my lips, it took everything in me to not give in.

I sighed,”Y/n, I can’t. You...you are you. And tomorrow when the sun comes up, you’ll see me as me again, and I would be nothing but a guy you don’t trust. And I can’t live with that. Not after tonight.” I blurted out in a single breath.

“ But I like you silly, since the day you saved Scott at school, yeah you are a little shady and your hair are too perfect all the time to not be a wig. But I still like you.” She said as if it was the most obvious fact.

A chuckle escaped my lip,” My hair are real.”

Her lips broke into a hearty grin as she ran her hands through my hair. She leaned forward again, but I pulled back, leading to another frown.

“Not tonight, y/n. The next time I kiss you I want you to be sober.”

“Okay. Cuddle me though.” She agreed grudgingly and then made grabby hands.

How could I not give in to this. So that is how I spent my night. With my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and arms wrapped around her, holding her as close as I could.

When I thought that she had fallen asleep, she said in a hushed, sleepy voice-

“Theo, nothing changes tomorrow. Not ever.”

I pressed a light kiss to her temple before falling into a deep slumber devoid of any nightmares, which was a first. All I dreamed of was y/n and the possibility of a not-so-dreadful future.

Something had changed tonight. I don't really know what. But this girl beside me... I'll not ran away. Not from her. Not ever now.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Cry baby and Pee pants, part 1 (Digimon)

Matt cussed loud and long as he searched though his locker and the dressing room for the 5th time. The young blond had been trying out for a band, hoping to launch his music carer after more or less calling it quits as a digi destined, after barely keeping Tokyo from being blown up by a rouge digimon. This was actually his 6th audition, his young age and well, not exactly stellar skills on the guitar meant that he was told thanks for trying out, but he wasn't right for any of the bands till now. The leaping lizards had gushed over the raw talent being there, and had welcomed him on board, even pouring him a couple drinks of sake despite him being underage to celebrate. The last thing Matt recalled before waking up five hours later was them laughing at how stupid he was and.. Giving up the search, he had to finally admit the truth. they hadn't ever been serious about their offer to join the band and had just wanted to steal his guitar, a newer model and worth at least 300 bucks even being pawned. 'I suppose I should feel lucky I woke up with both kidneys.' Matt thought to himself. 'But how the fuck am I suppose to try out for the lone wolfs in two days with no instrument?' There was NO way he'd be able to get his parents to get him anther guitar, he'd had to basically break out the water works and plead on his knees for a month to get the last one. His antics had earned him the nick name of cry baby around both his dad's house and his mom's, and TK still wasn't letting it go and would ask if baby wanted his ba-ba. That left asking the others for a few loans, and most of them weren't too pleased he'd given up the hero game for fortune. Joe was blowing all his money on his studies anyways, Izzy on computer junk.. Sora and Mimi had been giving him the cold shoulder and he knew neither Kari nor TK would have the cash. '...I wonder if Tai's still hella gay?' Matt though, a Cheshire grin coming across his face. the always needy boy kisser had been good for getting a few video games before and junk, it was like 20 minutes of gay stuff like smooching and cuddling and then a little shopping spree AND Tai had just come into a fat wad of cash after a uncle that adored him had left him a big hefty inheritance. 'I can gay out for like, a hour for this.' Matt thought and getting his bag (and of course finding his wallet dry) he headed towards home, thinking about getting a even better guitar then before.

Tai was shocked when Matt called him the next morning, asking if he could meet up. After Matt had ditched the team only Tai and TK made any real efforts to hang with him, and TK only because they were brothers. In truth Izzy was giving Tai a hard time about it, but since Izzy was being a little bitch about a lot of things lately Tai just ignored his on and off again boyfriend. 'I mean, I was willing to get him that new computer he wanted and he couldn't rock a pamper butt for me? RUDE!' Tai thought and huffed. It was Tai's new fetish, and one he'd discovered by mistake when googling more on that Willis kid and finding out the little cutie had a website set up to show him modeling in diapers. Naturally seeing that Tai had begged and pleaded with Izzy to try out diapers but apparently Izzy had been a late bloomer and had only recently gotten out of daytime diapers before their whole adventure started. Naturally this had only made Tai wanna diaper him more, but again, Izzy was being a little pecker head about it. (at least from Tai's point of view.) 'heh. if Matt is expecting a little shopping spree today..he's in for a surprise. the boy is gonna earn it.' Tai thought, and went and checked on the supplies he kept under his bed on the off chance he lucked into a diaper boy. there they were, 2 packs of the diaper brand Willis recommended on his site, nice and thick, and a few onesies along with a changing pad and pacifiers and a baby bottle. 'Oh yeah..come onnn Matt..be desperate for money~'

Matt made sure to wear a nice tight sleeveless top and a pair of tight jeans (So tight he'd needed TK's help getting into them.) and made sure to spike his hair just the way that Tai liked it. TK wasn't dumb though, and knew what Matt was doing. "Looking good for your sugar daddy Cry baby." He teased and winked. "Your lucky Tai's expecting me, or I'd give you the noogie to end all noogies." Matt said, raising a eyebrow. it was just the two of them at their mothers apartment at the moment and TK used to know better then to push his luck when it was just them. "Mmhhhhmm.. your dadddy calls and cry baby Matt comes running. maybe HE'S gonna give ya yer ba-ba~" TK giggled. the giggles died off as TK saw the look on Matt's face, and when their mom would get back she'd find TK hanging by his undies from a nail on the wall. "...pushed cry baby too far again huh?" she asked, smirking and taking off her jacket. "Y-Yeah..uh..a little help?"TK squeaked. "Righttt after I put the groceries away.. think of this as time to reflect on watching your mouth." mom said and walked away. "B-But my undies are so far up my crack i can taste themmm!" TK whined. "then I don't need to worry about lunch." came the reply. "...Funny fucker aren't you." TK huffed under his breath, crossing his arms. "I hear that!"

Making his way to Tai's Matt got more then a few looks from both guys and girls, and likewise, a few wolf whistles. He ignored them for the most part, but had a smirk on his face knowing just how sexy he looked and soon was knocking on Tai's door. Tai gave him a once over as he opened the door and Matt smirked, he was almost drooling. "So, Like what you see?" Matt asked, and flexed a arm. "heh, Oh yeah. so gonna stand out there and look hot, or come inside and tell me what you want?" Tai asked, standing aside and gesturing into the apartment. "Don' worry, Kari had a school thing out of town and mom and dad are with her.I have you allll to myself." Tai added, slapping Matt's ass as he walked past, making Matt yelp and blush. Still, Matt knew what was expected of him for the most part and just flashed Tai a grin and blew a kiss. 'fucking bastard! he knows i hate spanking stuff!' Matt fumed. Matt went to sit down on the couch by Tai had closed the door and taken a seat in a arm chair, then patted his lap. '..He's totally getting me the latest guitar if he keeps this shit up.' Matt fumed, but walked over and sat on Tai's lap,putting his arms around the bigger boy. Matt might of been taller, but with all the sports that Tai played he had a bulked up look and was pound for pound much stronger. "So, You normally only get THIS dressed up if you want something, so what's my little Mattie need?" Tai asked, cradling Matt in a way that Matt recognized as using back when TK was toddler. "I..I uh..I have a band audition coming up..but some jerk's stole my guitar..and um.." Matt swallowed and then batted his eyes at Tai. "I was wondering, hoping if maybe you'd get me a new one.I've been practicing my kissing and we can cuddle and stuff for like, 2 hours even!" "heh. Well that IS a tempting offer. doubly so when your cute ass is in my lap. but I have a boyfriend if I just wanted to make out with a cutie. and Izzy is willing to go all the way." Tai chuckled. "O-Oh..but..I uh..I'm not..you...know..I'm.." Matt stammered. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you suck dick or take it up the poop chute. and I WILL get you whatever kinda guitar you want for your silly little audition which by the way is when?" Tai asked, kissing Matt's forehead and making alarm bells go off in the blond mind. "I-It's tomorrow at 3 pm sharp. And..what do you want then?" Matt asked, a nervous twitch to his voice. "Oh nothing too much. something really easy actually." Tai said and smiled. 'Bullshit' Matt thought but kept the smile on his face. "and that is?..." "For every say.. 20 dollars I spend on your little guitar I get one hour with you being my darling little diaper boy." "..What?!"

Tai smirked as he got ready to put Matt back into padding. the blond was looking huffy as fuck, but was keeping his mouth shut all the same, likely trying not to blow his semi good deal. Tai of course fully understood WHY Matt wouldn't be happy with the deal, but couldn't help but tease the impending little uy a little bit. "Awww come on widdle Mattie, can't you give daddy a smile? Your making daddy think you don't wanna do our widdle deal." He he teased, reaching over and tickling mat''s chin while the blond sat cross legged next to him. "...Your a sick man, you know that?" Matt asked, but he was grinning all the same, though whether it was from the chin tickles or humoring him Tai couldn't be sure. "Flattery will get you everywhere." Tai said with a wink, and as he finished getting the changing pad (with a adorable teddy bear print) set up and the changing supplies ready, he looked over Matt's jeans as he tugged out 3 of the thick puffy diapers. "So, are gonna be able to get out of those by yourself? they almost look spray painted on." Tai asked. "I can totally undress myself!" Matt huffed and stood up, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding his thumbs into the belt loops and tugging. And tugging some more. and then more tugging as they didn't budge. "You were saying?" Tai asked, in a clearly delighted tone. "..Shut up and help me get these things off." Matt huffed.

Matt was crimson after they FINALLY got his jeans off, partly due to the fact it had taken 10 minutes of effort, and well, needing Tai's help to undress. Not helping matters was the fact that Matt had chosen to go commando and well, liked to keep it shaved down there. "Awww somebody was a good boy and knew what was coming and saved daddy some time!" Tai teased. 'oh shut the fuck up!' Matt thought. "Yeah, let's go with that." was his sulky reply. Tai had oddly grabbed a razor blade all the same and cut silts in the back and front of two of the three massive diapers he was planing on putting on Matt, making the blond give his impending 'daddy' a weird look. "It's so when you go tinkle, the wetness is shared and you can go longer in your diapies. Same for when you go boom boom." Tai said cheerfully. THAT had caused the blush to leave Matt's face, at least for a little bit as he paled. "W-Wait.. you mean..you want me to.. uh.. go.." Matt stammered, and the blush returned as he struggled to say the words, then hissed and blew a raspberry. "in my diapers!?!" "..Ok that was hella cute. and Yup, I'm even gonna be nice and let you use them all on your own for today, though if I don't like the results I'm seeing I'll be sure to get you some potty med's to help." Tai said and winked, then patting the changing mat. "come on Little guy, let's get your diapies on and then you can sit in daddies lap while we order you a guitar so you can make music for daddy." "But..I thought we were going and getting one today!" Matt whined. "Oh, does somebody wanna go out shopping in his diapers? So bold!" Tai teased. "NO! I just..uh.." mental images of Matt waddling around in the big bulky diapers, holding Tai's hand and sucking his thumb flooded his mind and he started to squirm lots even as he laid down on the changing pad. "Don't worry. I'll pay for rush delivery. if we get it in town it'll be here by this afternoon. Maybe I'll let my little exhibitionist answer the door." Tai teased, and grabbed the first diaper. '...I could really go for anther glass of sake right now.' Matt thought and lifted up his butt like a good boy.

Back at the apartment TK was having pain fueled day dreams of all the times his undies hadn't of been lodged up his crack and wished his mom would hurry up and come and get him down. Not helping the whole situation was the fact that he had a growing bladder issue and any attempt's to shift around and relive the pressure there only made the undies ride up more. His mom had gone from putting things away to excuse herself to the bathroom, an like she was the worlds greatest comedian she'd told him not to move, and to hang in there. TK had wisely kept his opinions of her humor to himself as he had a sneaking suspicion that his earlier comments had helped extend his wedgie time. Still as the need to tinkle grew more and more TK couldn't keep quiet. "MOMMY! I hafa go pee! if you don't wanna clean up a puddle you needa get me down NOW!" He called. the bathroom door opened and Nancy walked out, smirking. "Why didn't you say something sooner wedgie boy?" she asked, taping a finger on his nose. "...You were just waiting in there!?!" TK shouted and huffed, crossing his arms and glaring. Sadly as his attention was focused on his mom and being mad at her, it was diverted from where it needed to be. "Well you were being a little brat an-" She started, then looked down as a hissing noise was heard and looked at the growing wet patch on the front of TK's undies, and the puddle that was starting to form on the floor. "Really?" "T-This is your fault!" TK huffed even as she grabbed him under the arms and lifted him down, though holding him away from her so she didn't get any pee on her. The flow was weakling and stopping as she got him on his feet, turning him so he could add to the puddle while not standing in it since he was in socks. (not that they weren't already wet) "Mhmm.. Well go and finish in the bathroom and clean up." She said, rolling her eyes then noticed a super guilty look on TK's face. "The..flow DID stop because you got it under control right?" She asked, a smirk tugging on her face. "Er..well..see.." TK said, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously. "Go grab a shower pee pants, and meet mommy in your room. you know the rule for pant's wetters in this house." She said and turned away to go and get the mop and bucket as TK whined. "MOOOM! NOT THE PULL UPS!"

Back at Tai's and Matt was powdered and tapped in his triple thick white diapers, and squirming like crazy as he looked at himself in the mirror. Tai had tugged off his shirt so at the moment Matt was JUST in his white socks and white diapers, and he couldn't even close his legs! and as bad as it looked from the front, once he turned around and looked over his shoulder it was WAY worse in the back! He hadn't of even been able to get to his feet without Tai's help (well, he was gonna use Tai's bed to pull himself up but Tai had insisted daddy was here to help) and to say he was waddling was a massive understatement. "So what do you think little guy?" Tai asked, coming up behind him and making Matt look front ward in the mirror again, kissing Matt's cheek as he patted Matt's fat diapered bottom. "...I feel like I'm gonna knock lamps off of end tables, and there should be a beeping noise when i back up!" Matt whined. "heh, cute idea. I'll see what i can rig up for your next diaper day with daddy." Tai chuckled and kissed Matt's cheek. 'I need to stop giving him ideas.' Matt mentally groaned. "Can I at least put my shirt back on or something? or you have some shorts I can put over these? I wanna try and cover the diapers up!" Matt whined. "oh, You're just in luck little guy! Daddy DOES have something to go over your adorable huggies." Tai said. The old familiar warning bells were going off in Matt's head as Tai went and reached under the bed, and pulled out two onesie's, or as Matt called them, diaper shirts. One was light blue with a yellow trim on the sleeves, neck and leg hole, and had a yellow star on the front, that had a smiling face and said 'daddies little star' under it in yellow text. the second one was a white one with a dinosaur print all over it, and Matt fought the urge to facepalm. 'I really need to start watching my goddamn mouth.' he thought. "So buddy, what do you thin? wanna be my widdle star, or a dino boy?" Tai asked. "Gee, they're BOTH so tempting." Matt said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. If Tai noticed though he didn't show it and just nodded instead. "You're right, I'll pick for you." '...REALLY need to just keep my effing mouth shut!'

In the end Tai went with the little star onesie, though he'd over estimated just how thick he could go and still use them as it was a bit of a fight to get the crotch snaps to close. "I think after we get you your little guitar, we'll go shopping and get more cute outfits for my widdle musician." Tai said. He could tell Matt was less then pleased, but the boy forced a smile on his face and nodded. "whatever you want ta-" he started to say. "ah ah ah, when your butt is in diapers, it's DADDY. Got it?" Tai said, wagging a finger and smirking. "..Yeah OK." Matt replied, rolling his eyes. "yeah OK what?" Tai questioned, the grin getting bigger. "...Yeah OK daddy." Matt said, smiling but clenching his teeth. Tugging Matt over/ helping the padded cutie keep his balance, Tai sat down in his big comfy computer chair and tugged Matt into his lap, giving the big baby's neck a kiss. "Now did you have a certain store in mind, or just want me to google and shop around?" Tai asked.

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ofravensandpearls · 4 years ago

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Hiraeth

SasuHina Month Day 11

Paring: SasuHina / NaruHina

Genre: Hurt/Angst

Rating: T

Hiraeth a longing for a home you can't return to, or one that was never yours. It was warm. It was the sort of physical warmth that you felt whenever you drank a cup of hot cocoa on a cold December night among friends and loved ones. It was sweet and it felt like home. I mean, not that I would know. I never really liked hot cocoa. I’ve always liked the taste of black coffee more. It’s strong and straight to the point. That is what home feels like to me, but when she’s wrapped around my arms and when her back touches my chest, I question myself if black coffee is really what I want my home to feel like.

Growing up, I never really knew what it truly felt like to have an actual home. What I knew about it was simply from a mixture of observation, stories, and books. I lost my parents and my older brother at a young age. It was a freak accident they say. They were driving home one night, after my older brother’s piano concert, and a drunken truck driver hit them like a bowling ball.

Both my parents died on the spot, my brother was rushed to the hospital, but eventually died in transit. It was tragic and I couldn’t understand it fully at the time. I was just seven years old. I was suffering from a fever and my nanny just started crying and hugged me tight while repeatedly saying how everything was going to be alright. I didn’t understand. It wasn’t until the following morning when the servants were talking to my uncle, my father’s best friend, about my parents and brother being gone and how I’ll be living with him in Uzushio. Coming from Konoha, going to Uzhushio felt like miles away and I was just this scared and confused kid who wanted his parents back. It was a whirlwind of events after that. Things were being packed and I was quickly ushered into a black van with heavily tinted windows. The ride seemed to last forever, being seated beside my uncle, it was a quiet affair. He didn’t talk to me much. He just offered a gentle smile. “Uncle, what did you mean by my parents not coming back?” I asked. I realized how innocent I was back then, not understanding what was happening and how much hurt I was in for. He frowned for a moment but regained the gentle smile as he gave my arm a quick squeeze. “I’ll explain it when you’re older, but for now you’ll be living with me and my son Naruto. It’s going to be a vacation.” I remember smiling brightly at that. The idea of spending time Naruto Uzumaki, my bestfriend, for an entire summer was the best thing that could have happened in my life at that point, but of course I never understood what I lost until I was older and that’s when things started to change for me. After that summer, I started asking uncle why I’m not yet going home. He told me that it’s because my parents are having an extended vacation and that I shouldn’t worry about it. By the following year, when I started to go to elementary school, it was then that I understood I was never going home because there is no one to go home to. I finally knew that my parents were dead. They weren’t out on an extended vacation and me staying with the Uzumakis is a permanent thing. I went home angry at everyone. I pushed everyone away and locked myself in my room. I lashed out on everyone even Naruto, but he stayed. Now I’m twenty-one and I still wonder what home really is. I live in a two-bedroom condominium unit in a building located at Upper East Konoha with my adoptive brother and best friend Naruto. Our unit is always tidy because I can never take clutter or mess and I guess because of that it always felt cold. That’s where Hinata Hyuuga enters. She is sweet, smart, and beautiful all at once. She is unassuming and humble. She is all smiles and fluff and sugar and I never really understood what she saw in me. Naruto and I met her on the first day of high school. She was a new student and was awfully shy and soft-spoken. People were not exactly nice to her and Naruto being his everyone-deserves-to-have-friends self, dragged me to the corner where Hinata ate her lunch alone. “Hi I’m Naruto Uzumaki and this emo boy here is my best friend Sasuke Uchiha. It’s nice to meet you…?” He trailed off waiting for Hinata to respond to his boisterous introduction. She blushed and avoided eye contact with Naruto and myself. “Um… I’m Hinata Hyuuga. It’s nice to meet you too.” She almost whispered. Naruto smiled brightly and sat right beside Hinata even without invitation. “Okay Hinata! Since we’re friends, let’s all have lunch together? Okay?” Hinata once again blushed and nodded her head. I think I heard her say thank you, but I never really knew if she did because Naruto started talking animatedly. I sat across from the both of them barely giving input because just like Hinata, I was a quiet person. Since then, we’ve become best friends. It was always the three of us. If you saw one of us, you’d surely find the other two. Back to being twenty-one and sitting on my couch in Naruto and my condominium unit, with the television playing a random movie, Hinata sat beside me, her head laid on my chest, her legs were crossed with mine. My head was lazily propped on top of hers. It felt nice to have her warmth as I enclosed my arms around her shoulders. Her dark hair shined under the fluorescent lights of the unit. Her pale, lavender eyes are closed in comfort. I sighed in utter contentment. I would have said it was a perfect day, a perfect cuddle day. I would have had Naruto, my perfectly annoying-I’m-dumb-but-I’m-good-lookin-and-I’m-the-son-of-the-Mayor best friend not walk- in in that moment, but as fate would have it he did.

With Hinata being as shy as she was, she suddenly sat up straight upon hearing the door creak. She pushes herself off of me when she noticed Naruto entering the threshold of the two bedroom condominium unit. Hinata finally found her footing and stood up apologizing to Naruto in the process “Ah! Naruto-kun welcome home. I think it seems that I’ve overstayed my welcome. I’ll just-” Naruto cuts her off with a disarming smile. “What are you talking about Hinata? You’re always welcome here! I wouldn’t know how to appease Mr. Grouchy Pants over there if you weren’t here!” Hinata sighs in relief and looks at me with that radiant smile of hers. “Well, since you’re here HInata. Why don’t we have some instant ramen? I bought lots.” I rolled my eyes at Naruto as he wiggled his eyebrows at Hinata while showing her his plastic bags. Hinata giggled and joined Naruto in the Kitchen to prepare. I frowned. I can hear their laughter from where I sat. It was a nice sound, like the twinkling of bells- only those bells were currently being drowned out by some barking hyena. I hate Naruto sometimes. I mean I love him, he’s my brother, but now that he ruined a totally perfect afternoon I just can’t take his obnoxious presence. I closed my eyes and reclined on the sofa. Maybe if I tuned them out I’ll just imagine Hinata being back in my arms. That sounds nice. Maybe with some slow jazz and coffee it’d be perfect. My thoughts were cut because that’s when Hinata came out of the kitchen and came over to me and pulled me up. “C’mon, Sasu. Let’s go.” I peeked through my overgrown bangs, which Hinata always reminds me to cut because the emo look is very 2010, to look at her I shook my head no. “What why.” She pouted. It was always so cute when she pouted “Sasuuu…” I ceded. I couldn’t say no to her. She dragged me to the kitchen where Naruto waited. “There you are finally!” They laughed. I smirked and hugged Hinata. I kissed her temple and whispered to her how much I love her and how much I wish this were all real. She laughed, hit my rib with her elbow, and told me not to be silly. “This isn’t a dream!” and the bells rung once again. I laughed with her this time. A real, sad reverberation from my throat. I covered my face, frowned, and took a step back. In that moment. I stared into her wide beautiful eyes. “Yeah. This isn’t a dream.” I took a step back from her and backtracked to everything that happened today before I got to this point. I smiled at her as I kissed her temple, a promise of forever. She drags me to the kitchen island where Naruto waits for the both of us. I frown at her for leaving me. She sits up straight to distance herself from me. I opened the door to our dorm room to find her on the couch. With Naruto. Laughing at some stupid joke the movie said. She kisses his cheek and he smiles so brightly. He finally noticed me. “Oh hey Sasuke! Welcome home! I hope you don’t mind that Hinata’s staying over.” I eye her. I want to see that spark of recognition. That memory of her between my arms. Not this reality of Naruto and Hinata together. Of them in love. Of Naruto having his perfect little world. Of Hinata happily wrapped around Naruto and openly laughing and smiling, her chime like laugh a nightmare for me. “Ah… Hello, Sasuke-san.” A gentle, polite smile. I didn’t acknowledge either of them. I went straight to my room and locked the door. I lay on my bed. Wondering, what it would feel like to be the recipient of that smile. Dreaming of a time where she would laugh at something I say; and longing for a home that was never mine.

#SasuHina #SasuHina Month 2020 #shmonth2020 #Day 11 #Hiraeth #Fanfic

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polygamyff · 4 years ago

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52. Part 9

I am deep down very angry, I don’t understand what Shawn is doing, I feel like this whole thing is testing my patience, I am trying to be quiet but it’s shit “you’re full of shit” I had to say it “I feel personally, you was setting up my man for failure. Do you think he’s that same old Maurice you once knew? I am asking Shawn; I don’t want to argue but if you are attacking my family then it is my issue. I don’t think I like what I am hearing, so repeat yourself again and make it seem like you actually have sense because who does that? There is a lot of shady friends around and this is the moment you’re either with us or you’re not. And I will ride for Maurice until the wheels fall off, so I want you to tell me what made you think that was right? So, your grown ass couldn’t throw a party for him? You wanted girls there, we know your past. I mean come on” Shawn’ face dropped, he was not expecting it but I am not having it, he was setting him up “either you was using him to cover up your cheating ass or you wanted to ruin him? Which one?” I don’t care what Nalah says “I wouldn’t do that to him” Shawn said “Maurice doesn’t lie to me Shawn, that Maurice you knew is not there anymore. He wants a family, and he wants to be happy. I don’t think you do; I am sick of shady shit happening. This is your moment, take the stage and tell us” I just don’t feel comfortable with what he is saying “ok, so let’s say Nalah calls me and says. Let’s go Atlanta, I know this guy. We all seen his dick, maybe fucked him and his friends but we going to call him to party knowing!!” I shouted pointing at him “knowing I have a family, I am happy and my partner wouldn’t like it. But just because, I mean why not? Knowing I have had dealings with that guy. Is that normal? To you?” I want to know “no” he said in a whisper “I wanted to go for me, ok? Yes, me. He just knows these people; you say his name they do it. I didn’t want him to do anything, just use his name” Shawn threw his arms in the air “to cheat on me then?” Nalah said “drugs! That is it!” he snapped “you took a person that had issues with drugs, to a drug party? Shame, a good friend indeed” I am sick of this fake shit “get out of my house” Nalah said “seriously? I was not cheating, hear me fucking out! You all are deluded, Maurice. I would never do that to you!” he shouted “but you did” Maurice said “you fucking changed him Robyn, you changed him” Shawn pointed at me “sure, he is happy and you are upset about it? Shawn, you don’t have to be with Nalah, do you?” it’s some other issue here.

It’s odd “Maurice I have been around for you before Robyn” now he is attacking Maurice “and you never helped me like she has, I don’t have friends. You really hurt me but I don’t think we on the same page, it’s being forced right now” looking at Maurice’ face, he is so sad “please don’t Maurice, it’s me yes. I wanted to go there, that is the truth. People respect you, so I used your name. I am sorry. Nalah, I think being with you is messing with my mind” placing my hand on Maurice’ lap “just when I find out and I tell you I’m pregnant you do this” Nalah’ voice broke “you’re pregnant?” I said in shock “I am” Nalah sobbed out “I am going” Shawn is going to really run, grabbing Maurice’ hand as I don’t want him to move “let him go” I said in a whisper “why?” Maurice said “just let him go, some men just are not made to be a father” Maurice balled his fist up, Shawn ran out so fast “Nalah, I am sorry” I feel so bad, she is pregnant “I have always wanted this and I thought he was ok, he chased me and wanted me” getting up from the couch “Nalah, you have waited for this moment” wrapping my arms around her “I have been so stressed and scared I would lose it, I told him and he has been so different with me” I do feel so bad about this now “the guy beat a girl so much she lost his child, I told you Nalah! Now you are pregnant with his child!” Maurice shouted “stop” I pointed at Maurice “some men aren’t made to be fathers; he seems very scared to ever be in a relationship” Nalah is really crying her heart out.

I feel upset for Nalah “I am going to kill him, he got you pregnant! Are you fucking kidding me, I am sorry Robyn you want me to be all calm, but I can’t, I can’t! why the fuck did you not use protection Nalah!?” I can’t believe she is pregnant “because I want to be a mother, it’s my turn” holding Nalah’ hand “you don’t need him, if he doesn’t want to know the child then fuck him. I will take care of you” that is what I wanted to hear from his mouth “really?” Nalah said “he will be back but yeah, but I am going to kill him. I know him, he will go missing now but he won’t lay a finger on you, you’re just dumb” he had to add that “out of every nigga, but anyways. Congratulations on the bundle of joy” Maurice sat back down “we will be here for you, if that is what Shawn wants. Maybe he is scared. I suppose we need to just hear him out, Maurice. Stop, just let’s do this like adults, please. A child is involved now but I am happy, Reign will have a cousin to play with now” I grinned “I am very happy, I mean I was going to get a sperm donor next, I don’t really care for a man but I did like Shawn, I just think he is mentally not stable, I don’t know why. He can be so odd at times, he malfunctioned when he heard baby, but my heart. I am so happy” I am so happy “aww Nalah!! Yes” hugging her again “thank you all, Robyn thank you for dragging it out of him, something wasn’t right and honestly, I tried but there won’t be an us” I don’t blame her “dad is going to get him, we too close family. He done for; I don’t care. Robyn is saying no but dad will get him, I am angry yo. Robyn won’t let me be angry” rolling my eyes “because we have other things to discuss Maurice, we just need to talk please” he can be angry after we speak on what we came here for.

Maurice is staring off into thin air “sorry, I feel so stupid crying. I am ok now” Nalah sat across from me and next to Maurice “my friend huh, out of everyone why him? I am unstable but him? He got issues, just” Maurice sighed out “I will look after you and the baby and I will fuck him up” Nalah laughed “please, I don’t want to be with him. This shows he has issues; I will give him the option to see it but no, I am not going there, Maurice. I know you’re angry but to hear you say you got me, and you will look after me, it warms my heart. Thank you” that is so sweet of him, my pootie being so adorable. I love him for that, smiling at him “yeah, well I have this thing in my mind, I am always like what would Robyn do. And Robyn would want this, she makes me so happy. And I have some other things to tell you. As you know Nalah, I went to Spain. I saw Mami, I had a good time. You saw from the pictures” Nalah chuckled “your Spanish ass family? Yeah I saw, but you looked so happy. But yeah, I saw” Maurice smirked “well I have been feeling a type of way, I felt slightly lost. Like people knew something I didn’t know, this business takeover is happening so quick. Dad is ill, I am just feeling so stressed about things. So, I kind of asked, I asked Mami. She knew something, and you know what, I am hurt. I don’t know if you know anything, but I need to sort my life, my people, my circle out. I need too for my family” I feel like Maurice finds it harder speaking to his sister then me, my poor baby.

Maurice rubbed his hands together “so Mami told me that mom sold me off, she let me go to Spain with dad without a care. She only started to care when she found out that dad had Mami in Spain, mom never cared until she knew I was getting this business. And uhm, Uncle Abel. We never see him? He’s like the uncle we never see or speak of, you know why at all?” he asked “erm, mom said that dad just hates him” here joy goes lying “because Malik is his son, mom slept with Abel because she was angry with dad and got pregnant” watching Nalah’ facial expression “now you’re lying?” she pointed at him “then why doesn’t dad care for him? Tell me this? The reason why I came back because dad fucked up! He didn’t use his brain, or I wouldn’t have come back, why is it we are wiping Malik’ ass as we do? Like we his parents! Mom lied to Robyn, she has fucking money, she knows dad is dying and said she is telling us this story she is going to lie to us about. Malik is not dad’ and that is why dad wouldn’t do anything for him” Nalah looked away in shock “I did wonder why, look when I was little I though I saw uncle and mom kiss but I was young, I didn’t think because mom said I was silly. And I did hear dad say he would kill Malik, but I thought dad was just being dad. No, that is wrong Maurice, you are telling me….” Nalah placed her hands over her face “mom is hiding money, my money. I need to know where that money is” Maurice said “I know where some of it is, she has a home she bought. I been there, it’s in Hawaii. She said dad bought it her, the reason why I know she has money there because when I went there with her, she paid I think thirteen million. I mentioned it to dad, and he said what home, so I just ignored it. And mom, she has a deposit box in Texas. I can’t even take this in Maurice” Maurice is just plotting; his mind is just working on revenge on his mother.

Nalah sighed out “so what is mom doing with Malik? Her own son” Nalah asked “nothing, she has money away but couldn’t pay for him” I said “I wasn’t being nosey but I asked when I went Texas and she fed me lies” Nalah shook her head “she is not bothered, this is what is dangerous. She has money away and is ready to run when Marquis dies, she always wanted money she said so she got an old man with money. She left her family for him” Nalah pulled a face “you mean the family that I went to Hawaii with? That is bullshit, so my mom took me away when I upset about my last boyfriend, and she bought along the women. I thought nothing of it because I have met them before, just they never came to the home when dad was home so again, that is a lie” I think Joy just told me bullshit “Nalah, you need to find out who is mom’ lawyer. I need you to get to mom, you can. I am not having her take my money!” he spat “why would you want to fight trash? Listen to me Maurice” Nalah turned to him “we have done everything by ourselves, we bought ourselves up and I am speaking about me and Malik, I was his mother which I let him down too. I think we let her go, money runs out at the end of the day, if she cares about money so much she will drag us all down, for now unless I find something I can, we just leave it at that. My main concern is Malik, he can’t know, and she will tell him, that boy is so unwanted. What do we do?” Nalah asked Maurice “I was thinking that he lives here with you first, see how he is and then get him his own place. He will work with me, I want us to be close Nalah I feel like not only mom but the whole family going to come at us Nalah, I cut their money. There is so many secrets and I feel in my heart that if we don’t tell Malik then we will wake up, dad is dead, and all his secrets are revealed. I feel it in my heart, but dad loved Mami, I didn’t know he helped Hugo and all them, he was in love with Paula and she loved him, I mean it wasn’t the best of things and he was married but when you love someone and you see they hurting, you save them. She let him go and till this day they still talk. She knows more then this, I think dad has left her something too, more then she is letting on” Maurice is such a romantic at heart, he is so cute.

“He does, he spoke on his Spanish love. He told me once, it was funny to hear, and I honestly am scared. I feel like dad is protecting us” I hate this feeling, I am in this with them “what we need to do, hear me out, we need to keep close. For now, Malik stays here when he comes out. We can’t have any weak links, all of us” Maurice looked at me “weak links like Shawn which now she has his baby, give Shawn time. He will contact you and when he calls you then you call me. I will speak to him, he has ran off to have his time, but I am dead inside, not with you Robyn but with that friendship. When I get married that is a new me, a new life. It’s time to rebuild and we need to be strong when we do. When they speak on us and when my daughter or your son or daughter looks back. They will say ok my dad or uncle did bad, but he changed, he changed it all. That bad, that whole men rule shit left, all the bad vibes left. All this bad shit has to stop, the name needs to flourish. As long as I am here and Robyn keeps pumping me with the healthy goodness she makes me have, I will be here, and I will be supporting you all. But I need to know that you won’t turn your back on me” it’s nice to see this, both of them like this because when Malik comes out they are going to be so close “I never turned my back on you, I always got your back like you got mine. I will try and find out more about mom, not too much but me. I want her gone, the more we play they more she will play. She has been around for way too long to just let us do her wrong. She has been waiting for dad to go, and dad is excited like he is getting married. You just let him spoil you please. And let him see little angel” Maurice laughed “wait till he heard about you, he will want to murder Shawn but he is going to be emotional about that. I don’t think you need any man Nalah, I think you can raise a strong independent woman alone. The girl will have auntie Robyn and then you, she got good” Maurice is so cute, he is so adorable that I want to fuck him, my mind is sliding “and if it’s a boy then he got you but you re right, I think we will be ok” I cooed out “this trauma is making you all so close, that is love. We will be ok” I said in agreement, I am sure we will be.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction

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lizzie-boo · 5 years ago

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You’ve Got A Friend In Me

Request: Hi! I was just wondering if you would make a sibling Harry Potter imagine (post I dunno what y’all call it) where the reader is a younger sibling ( maybe to Harry or whoever idk you choose) and they have always been the outcast of the family, always feeling like they were in their siblings shadows. They are shy, quiet, introverted, and work really hard (but never ask for help). Maybe they can be in Ravenclaw (if their in the timeline maybe besties with Luna?) Please tag me! I love you byee!

Requested by: @the-professional-dumbass

Warnings: None

Words: 1,899

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it. I feel like I could’ve done so much more with this but it was getting long. Hopefully, this is similar to what you wanted. Thank you for putting up with my disappearance for a while. It’ s nice to be back.

I had always lived in the shadow of my older brother. I expected it though, why wouldn’t I? He had survived an attack from Voldemort when he was just a baby. Sure it hurt that I got overlooked all the time but Harry was the chosen one. Sure I was basically a miracle baby since my mom had been pregnant with me when she was killed and I by sheer luck and magic had been able to survive. However, not many people knew that. Most thought that my parents, James, and Lily Potter, only had one child. I’m not gonna lie it sucks knowing that there are very few people that know I exist but that also means I don’t have to worry about everyone talking about me. I’ve seen what it does to Harry, the constant pestering, and asking to see his scar. It is a lot for him to handle, so I guess I am kind of glad that I don’t have to deal with that.

Living with Uncle Sirius had its ups and downs too. I loved him because he was one of the few people I had left but he did tend to overlook me too. It was something about how Harry looked so much like our dad that Uncle Sirius would get distracted and lost in the memories of the good old days. Back when he had all of his friends around him and did not have so many burdens. Not that he ever saw Harry or me as a burden but raising two kids is a handful. I know he still loves me just as much as Harry but sometimes I can tell he just prefers to spend time with Harry.

While I was overlooked at home and in public I hoped that it would change when I finally went to Hogwarts. This was my chance to finally be someone. To have my own friends and someone to talk to. The day had finally come I was off to finally start my schooling. I felt the nerves bubbling inside of me as the platform approached. Harry and Uncle Sirius stopped in front of an unmarked pillar between platforms nine and ten.

“Okay, so we just run through here and then our platform will be on the other side,” Harry tells me. I give him a nervous smile before turning my gaze back towards the wall.

Uncle Sirius had our cart with our trunks and Harry’s pet owl stacked on top. He decided to take the lead and run through first. Watching him make it through safety had reassured me but I still felt my nerves running wild. As Harry made a move to enter the platform I grabbed his hand. With a slight squeeze of my hand, he took off towards the wall. We both made it to the other side and a smile broke out on my face. I was finally doing it, I was going to Hogwarts.

However, my smile faded as Harry dropped my hand in favor of going to meet up with his friends. I know that he didn’t mean to leave me behind, that he was just excited to finally see his friends but it stung. My brother had left me to figure out this on my own. Much like the rest of my life, I would be doing this alone.

I waited next to Uncle Sirius until Harry finally came back to say goodbye. I followed his lead and soon enough I was following him onto the Hogwarts Express. He had rejoined his friends and they were chatting away as I trailed behind. Soon enough they ducked into a cabin that was already filled with a few other students. I stood by the doorway for a moment and noticed that there would not be a seat for me so I nodded to Harry and made my way down the hallway.

I stepped into the nearest empty cabin and pulled out a book. I let the words pull me from my sadness of the first day of school. I let the story wash away my anger towards my brother for leaving me to handle myself again. Before I knew it I was whisked away into a new world where I could feel happy and included.

I pulled myself away from the book as someone sat down across from me. She appeared to be around my age and had striking blonde hair and a faraway look in her eyes.

Whispering slightly she introduced herself, “Hello, I’m Luna.”

I introduced myself and before I knew it she was in her own world again. I turned back towards the book set in my lap and indulged in the thrilling pages once more. It wasn’t long into the trip when Luna spoke up once more.

“I’m quite excited for my first year. I do reckon it’ll be much fun.” Her eyes never left the window but I didn’t mind. It was nice to have someone to talk to for once. Most of the time at home I’d sat idly by listening to Harry and Uncle Sirius talk and never giving any real input.

“I’m a first-year too, I hope I’ll be able to make some friends.” I confide in her. As the words leave my mouth she turns to me. Her stormy gray eyes meet mine and she wrinkles her forehead.

“But I believe you’ve already made one. And if I’m not mistaken your last name implies that you are related to Harry Potter so you have him too. Don’t you?” Her voice is light and airy and it makes me feel dumb for thinking I wouldn’t make any friends.

“Thank you, Luna,” I say.

She looks even more confused, “What for?” She asks.

“For being someone to talk to and for being a friend.”

“Well, you can always talk to me as long as the pesky nargles don’t take up all my time.”

“Nargles?” I ask. The word sounds strange and I can’t even begin to imagine what strange magical creature they might be. However, before I can dwell on it too long she’s started telling me all about them.

The train ride ends faster than I expect and as we all head towards the castle Luna stops once more. This time in front of the carriages. She reaches up and places her hand in the empty space in front of it. When I realize that she is no longer walking with me I turn.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Can’t you see them? They’re beautiful.” She whispers.

“What are you talking about there’s nothing there.” I watch Harry and his friends pass us and he shoots me a questioning look. I shrug in response before turning back to my friend. My friend what a weird thing to be able to say. It brought a smile to my face to think that I wouldn’t be so lonely anymore. Not that I was ever that lonely, but now I can talk to someone. I can have a deep meaningful conversation with someone and not feel as if I am wasting their time.

“I wish you could see them.” She says before turning and catching up to me.

“Why do you think you can see them and I can’t?” I ask while trying to see if I can make out where my brother is among the crowds of students.

“I believe I’ve read about them before. I think they are called thestrals. From what I remember only those who have witnessed death can see them.” She tugs at her earring a little before turning towards me. She gives me a look and I can tell she knows what I am going to ask.

So I state it simply, “Who?” It almost feels wrong to be asking such a personal question so soon.

“My mother, I don’t remember much since I was young.”

“I guess we are in the same boat then.” I joke trying to lighten the mood. She cracks a small smile and we spend the rest of the trip up to the castle in silence.

After the sorting ceremony, Luna seems to appear out of nowhere. She grabs my arm and spins me around to face her. The smile on her face is the largest I’ve seen from her.

“We’re both in the same house, new friend.” She says the last part in an almost mocking way which makes me laugh. My words from earlier seem so ridiculous now.

“I can’t believe it. I hope my family isn’t upset. My parents, uncle, and brother are all in Gryffindor.”

“Don’t be silly it doesn’t matter. And besides, at least it isn’t Slytherin.” She grabs my arm and leads me towards the Ravenclaw common room.

Before we can make it out of the great hall another hand is grabbing at my arm. This time it is Harry. His friends are no longer following him.

“I’m so proud of you little sis. I know it’s not Gryffindor but at least you’re not in Slytherin.”

“Hey, that’s exactly what Luna said you would say.” I laugh.

“I know you’re gonna do great. You’re so smart and are capable of anything.” His words make me smile wider and my cheeks start to hurt.

“Thanks, it’s so nice to finally hear someone say that.” I know I should be riding out my happiness but I can’t help let one little jab slid in.

The smile falls off his face and he looks at me. He wraps one arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him. I watch Luna walk-off to give us some space.

“I know I was a pretty awful brother but now that you're here I promise I will spend more time with you. It’ll finally be just you and me for once.” I like the sound of it but I know it won’t last long.

“It would be nice to finally spend some time with you,” I say.

“Plus my friend Ron has a little sister who is a first-year too. I think you would like her.” He bumps my shoulder and I give a small shrug.

“Maybe,” I say.

“Just meet her and see if you hit it off. And if you do then we would get to spend even more time together since our friend groups will overlap.” His smile is dorky and I can’t help but laugh at him.

“You’re the only one that I know who thinks about things like that. It was nice talking to you big bro but I gotta go find Luna.” I give him a wave and head off in the direction of the common room.

I find Luna sitting on one of the chairs near the fire starring off in the distance once more. It’s a usual occurrence to find her lost in her own thoughts. Sitting down next to her I let my thoughts wash over me as well. I finally feel happy with life. I’m in a new place with new people. I’ve already made a friend, plus a possible new one, and Harry is talking to me more. Maybe Hogwarts was what I needed all along. It finally gave me a place where I felt like I belonged. It’s the new start I needed and I know this is bound to be a great first year of school.

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter sibling #Luna Lovegood #ravenclaw #reader insert #imagine #siblings #request #reader #hogwarts #first year reader #Ravenclaw reader #friendship #family

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firefeufuego · 5 years ago

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when we were young - a Secret Santa gift for @captainandors

Dear @captainandors, I’ve had the great pleasure to be your Secret Santa this year! Here is chapter 1 of your gift and I promise that chapter 2 will follow shortly :)

Chapter 1: 15 BBY - Jyn

Jyn doesn’t sleep on the ship taking her away from her home. Instead, she sits silently in the co-pilot’s seat next to Saw. Earlier in the flight he had tried to come up with comforting words that could stand up against the horror of what had just happened to her but he had quickly given up and left Jyn to watch the streaks of stars and planets rushing past. She has no idea how long it takes them to get to whichever planet Saw’s taking them, no idea what she’ll do once they get there. All she knows is that Mama trusted Saw like a brother and that he is the only thing she has left.

They land on a beach with stark white sand and crystal clear water, a world away from Lah’mu. Saw leads her into a squat, metal building that looks at least as old as she is and from the numerous scorch marks covering the outside, has witnessed pain and death of its own.

Sentients of all different species nod respectfully to Saw as they pass and she notices that his face has become hard and fierce, his shoulders more rigid. This is not her Uncle Saw who sometimes came to play with her, here he is someone respected and feared. Jyn thinks the man in white wouldn’t have dared to show his ugly little smile if he’d been standing in front of this Saw.

They arrive in front of a door and she can tell Saw wants to have another try at comforting her. He opens his mouth to speak before closing it again and sighing. Instead, he just places a hand on her shoulder and shakes his head. Then he turns back into a solider, his voice brisk. ‘This is where you’ll sleep, Jyn. You’ll be sharing with a few other kids - hope that’s alright.’

Jyn nods, just as she’s nodded to everything Saw has said since she climbed out of the bunker.

In fact, she has no idea whether or not it will be alright because she can’t remember ever meeting another child before. The only person she saw on Lah’mu other than her parents was the old man who ran the next farm over.

Saw opens the door to reveal a large room with six bunks lining the walls. He clears his throat and the five young sentients in the room stop talking and snap to attention. ‘Everybody, this is Jyn. She’s one of us now.’ He opens his mouth to continue then pauses, looking down at Jyn with the same sad expression he had on the ship. ‘Be careful with her.’ He squeezes her shoulder again, nods and then leaves the room.

Jyn wants to run after him, tell him that she just wants to stay with him but he disappears around the corner before she can. He must have somewhere important to be. Everyone in her life seems to have important places to be these days and none of them are ever with her.

She takes in the group in front of her. All of them seem older than her and she tries to straighten up so she won’t seem like such a baby in comparison.

One of them, a Togruta girl, says, ‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard Saw Gerrera say ‘be careful’ before. Who are you to him?’

Jyn swallows and tries not to sound nervous. ‘My ma- my mother was Saw’s friend.’ She focuses hard on a crack in the opposite wall to stop herself picturing mama’s body falling to the ground.

The other girl nods and looks at the others with a raised eyebrow. ‘That explains that.’ She sprawls back across the bed. ‘You’re an orphan too then, I guess. Welcome to the club.’

Jyn’s lip wobbles and she has to grit her teeth hard to stop from crying.

She must not manage it because another girl speaks up, ‘Cera, stop being such a dick.’ She gestures to the spare bunk in the corner. ‘Here, Jyn. That one’s yours. I’m Maia, this is Tula, Codo, and Cassian.’

The others nod as they’re introduced and Jyn mutters hello to each. Tula, who looks so identical to Cera that they must be sisters, murmurs, ‘Welcome’, and Codo makes a joking complaint about being even more outnumbered by girls. The last one, Cassian, stays silent. He looks the nearest to Jyn’s age but he seems much older. His eyes are full of a sad understanding that makes Jyn want to cry again.

Instead, she goes over to her new bed and sits on it with her back facing the others. She wishes desperately that she were alone and even more desperately that she would just wake up to find herself back in her own bed with her parents laughing and talking in the next room. To distract herself, she opens her backpack and starts to unpack her things onto the shelf built into the wall next to her bed.

After her clothes, shoes and datapad, her fingers brush the soft, familiar fabric of her toys. Eager to have a piece of home in this strange place, she rushes to unpack Koodie and Starrie and Sniksnak, lining them up next to each other. She didn’t have time to pack all her toys and as she looks into her now empty bag, she realises that she must have lost Stormie when she was running. Maybe that’s for the best though, because Stormie looked too much like the tall men in black who spoke like machines and shot her mama.

She strokes the different coloured stitches on Koodie’s back from when she had a hole in her and Papa had to fix it. Jyn had watched the ‘surgery’ very closely to make sure her tooka-cat was alright and Papa had kissed the top of her head and told her she was a good friend and that he was proud of her.

Someone snickers and she turns to find Cera and Codo watching her. As she looks around the room, she sees that none of the others have any toys on their shelves - Cera even has a blaster on hers.

Of course they don’t have toys, because they’re not babies.

She looks back at her toys, her friends, with an aching heart. As she starts to put Koodie back in her bag, a voice comes from just behind her. ‘What’s its name?’ It’s the only voice she hasn’t heard yet, which means it must belong to the last boy, Cassian.

She mumbles, ‘Koodie’, and hunches her shoulders, ready for him to tease her about the name she chose when she was four. ‘I know it’s silly.’

‘No, that’s a good name. I used to have one that was just called “Cat”.’

She gives him a tremulous smile as she turns to face him. ‘That is a pretty dumb name.’

He returns her smile and he suddenly looks just as much like a child as her. ‘I know.’

‘Did you lose your one?’

His smile fades and he nods. As he meets her eyes, she sees her sorrow and pain reflected back.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Me too.’

They sit in silence for a moment before Jyn takes her second stuffed tooka-cat off the shelf and offers it to him. ‘You can have Starrie if you want. You can even rename him.’

Cassian solemnly accepts the doll, handling it like it’s precious. ‘Thank you.’ He takes it over to his bunk by the door and pointedly places it so it has pride of place on his shelf.

Cera rolls her eyes again but she does mutter an apology to Jyn.

Clutching Koodie to her chest, Jyn lies down and imagines herself back into the world she lived in 48 hours ago.

She wakes up to the silent dark, heart racing and mind full of nightmarish memories of a red flash, the smell of burning and the awful thud of her mother’s lifeless body. Suddenly she’s back in the cave again, unsure whether Saw really came for her or if she only dreamed he did. Are the men in black still looking for her? She reaches around her lantern but it’s not where she remembers leaving it. Instead she finds Koodie and reality slowly settles back in. She remembers to breathe like Mama taught her, focusing on the physical action of it until she can think again.

Her parents are still gone and she feels a growing certainty that her time to be a child has gone with them. But for now, she tells herself, she is safe.

Still, the impenetrable shadows of the room invite every manner of monsters into her head and though she tries as hard as she can, she can neither fall back asleep nor stop the flood of panic she feels at every small sound.

As quietly as she can, she feels her way out of the room, wincing at the swoosh of the door opening that seems decibels louder amid the silence of the night. She gratefully drinks in the light in the corridor outside, its floor to ceiling metal and stark man-made lines so reassuringly different from the jagged stone of the cave.

Sitting down on the cool floor, she tries to close her eyes and rest, taking comfort in how the light filters through her eyelids in a burst of orange. She’s only slept outside of a bed once before, on one of the ships on the journey from Coruscant to Lah’mu, and then she was lying on Papa’s coat and resting her head in Mama’s lap. She frowns, stretching her now sore neck, and wonders whether everything will remind her of her parents for the rest of her life and whether it will always ache as much as it does now.

The door next to her swooshes open again and Jyn flinches. She relaxes a bit though when Cassian comes through.

He takes her in on the floor and then gestures with his head for her to follow him down the corridor. ‘Do you like hot chocolate?’

She nods and follows and thinks that she probably would have followed him even if he’d been offering her nutrient paste.

They arrive at a small kitchen area and Cassian immediately gathers his ingredients and puts them in a pot, looking like he’s well used to cooking for himself. It’s only when he has to grab a stool to stand on so that he can stir that she realizes how young he must really be.

Jyn finds a big, padded seat and watches him as he finds cups and carefully fills them. The hum of the refrigerator keeps silence at bay and the little room feels like an island in a deep and dangerous ocean.

The hot chocolate is not as sweet as her Papa used to make, but it’s still good and it warms her heart a little more with each sip. As she sinks further into the padding of her chair, she wishes that they could spend the whole night here and never have to go back to the awful dark. She watches Cassian for signs that he wants to leave but he never gives any. He just sits with her in a kind and gentle quiet, even after he’s finished his drink. Jyn is halfway to crying with gratitude at not being forced to find words she doesn’t have.

She doesn’t realise she was drifting off before she’s woken up by someone banging the refrigerator door shut.

‘Liora!’ Cassian whispers, putting his finger to his lips.

The woman jumps and curses before coming over to ruffle Cassian’s hair. ‘Sorry, bud.’ The resemblance between the two of them is striking and Jyn wonders whether they’re related somehow. Liora tilts her head at Jyn. ‘Who’s this?’

‘This is Jyn. She just arrived today and she’s having trouble sleeping in the dark.’

Jyn startles a little because she never told him that.

Cassian must catch her reaction. ‘I just figured the only reason you’d be trying to sleep in a corridor instead of your bed was the light.’

Liora rests an approving hand on his shoulder. ‘He’s very observant, this one.’ She and Cassian share an impenetrable look. ‘Well, she shouldn’t sleep here. Some people would like their kitchens to stay kitchens so they can slam the fridge door when they like.’ Her gaze falls back to Jyn. ‘I’m on night shifts for the rest of the week so if you make sure you’re out of my bunk before 0830 then you can use my room until then.’

Relief floods through Jyn and she smiles and whispers, ‘Thank you.’

Liora nods and goes back to making herself a cup of caf. ‘Just for this week, mind. At some point you’ve gotta toughen up if you’re ever going to make it here.’

Thinking of the hot rage that’s been simmering all this time beneath the heavy cloud of her grief, Jyn says, ‘I will. I want to learn to fight them.’

‘Good girl. Hold on to that anger, Jyn. Sometimes it’ll be the only thing that keeps you warm.’ With that she heads for the door. ‘Cassian, you remember the code for my door, yeah?’

‘If I didn’t, I’d just break in.’

Liora’s smile is deeply fond. ‘Atta boy. Good night, you two. Hope you can get some sleep, Jyn.’

Once she’s left, Cassian collects and washes their cups. ‘Do you want to go now?’

Jyn lets a huge, involuntary yawn answer for her.

As they walk, Jyn thinks about Liora and Cassian’s similar faces. She asks, ‘Was that your mother?’

He gravely shakes his head and Jyn knows for certain that his mama is just as lost as hers. ‘No, but when we’re on missions we always pretend she is because we look alike. We both came from the Festian Resistance together.’

She wonders what he means by ‘missions’ and the ‘resistance’. Is he already a soldier, even when he’s still a kid like her? She asks, ‘When did you start fighting?’, and thinks her heart might break (even more than it’s already broken) when she hears the answer.

‘I was six.’ His voice is low and sad.

Jyn can’t help but picture him, even smaller than she is now, his toy tooka named ‘Cat’ replaced with a weapon. ‘I’m sorry’, she says but it doesn’t feel like enough. She lets her hand brush up against his.

He takes the invitation and her hand and they stay like that until he has to enter the code for the door to Liora’s room.

Jyn steps in first, heading straight for the bunk that takes up a majority of the space. Cassian fiddles with the light settings until they’re dim enough for sleep but she can still see the outlines of everything in the room.

He hangs back near the door, watching her. ‘Will you be okay here?’

She should say yes and let him go back to his own bed and the sleep that she rudely interrupted. But he’s the closest thing Jyn has in the galaxy to a friend and the past few days have made her sick and tired of watching people leave. She meets his eyes. ‘Could you stay?’

He doesn’t hesitate, just climbs onto the opposite end of the bunk and stretches out.

Jyn lies down, making sure not to curl her legs up like she normally does so that Cassian has enough room. After everything, the mattress feels like the most comfortable thing in the world and Cassian’s quiet breathing makes her feel safe enough to close her eyes.

The last thing she hears is Cassian whispering, ‘It’ll get easier, Jyn. I promise.’

Years later, as she tries to parse her newly realized feelings for Cassian and figure out just how long it’s been since she fell in love with him, she’ll always come back to the glowing in her chest as she fell asleep that night. It was a mere flicker of light amidst the black of her sorrow and anger but it would keep burning until eventually she’d find her whole heart aflame.

#my fic #captainandors #rebelcaptainsecretsanta #therebelcaptainnetwork

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absolutelyxosmittenxo · 6 years ago

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Imagine: How miscellaneous RWBY characters express how much they love you.

RUBY ROSE: Little Red Riding Hood is flushed in the cheeks, incapable of containing her excitement to the extent you encourage herself to breathe before passing out. "You're just so cool, amazing, really cute, and I just really, really, really love you a whole lot! I can't believe you're dating me and oh my goodness I can't breathe-"

WEISS SCHNEE: Conveyed as the anime archetype 'tsundere', it simply depends on the circumstances. In your company, the heiress holds your gaze tenderly, delicately folding her hands together and speaking honestly. "I love you so much. Thank you for taking the time to know me, and letting me discover who I truly want to be."

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Distance has been asserted considering the past experiences shared with Adam Taurus - the Belladonna's daughter is mortified of what threat infatuation could pose. Yet you've seeped through those cracks; within, a timid, open minded and merciful girl desiring nothing but unity for everyone. She is smiling softly, ears exposed freely as they flick every which way. "I've been afraid for so long - but when you came into my life, I decided I didn't want to run away anymore. Now, I can fully admit I love you, and know you love me for me."

YANG XIAO LONG: "You actually stayed here with me," the bombshell blonde utters, implying abandonment was an emotional obstruction she faced more than desired. Her mechanical arm quivers under the pressure of her anxiety; but as she concludes you are there, you won't leave, she takes a moment to breathe. "I want to be there for you, like you always have been for me. You mean the world to me."

PENNY POLENDINA: Whether Professor Polendina invested in hardwiring the concept of romance or love into the robot's system, she was adapting to the idea. Little by little, she was learning more and more. Sometimes, Penny jumps to the opportunity to wrap her arms around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you. "I love you! I love you! You're the bestest friend I could have ever asked for."

JAUNE ARC: "I know most underestimate me - well, I'm sure pretty much all of Beacon did," Jaune laughs dryly, evidently wandering to the bitter moments of being seen as underwhelming, even by his own family. "But I know there's people who believe in me. Even then, I was so dumb, and ignored them, and once I realized they cared, they were gone. I won't make the same mistake twice. I love you so much, I can't bear to lose you like Pyrrha."

NORA VALKYRIE: Born a rambler, once her lightning strikes, there's no way out of it. "You're always just so adorable, strong, wonderful - mhm, Ren, more pancakes, please! - When you said you wanted to be together-together, I just couldn't pass the chance up!" Through a mouthful of ooey gooey, syrup soaked pancakes, she says, "I love yoooooooooooou!"

PYRRHA NIKOS: Destiny was debatable; was it predetermined, or was it belonging to you as you paved your own pathway along life? It was a definitive question the invincible girl pondered frequently. But the very fact you try your best to bring joy into her life, in spite of potential doubts of your worth? She is absolutely smitten. With a light stroke of your hair, and caressing your cheek, Pyrrha smiles warmly, "You are everything to me."

LIE REN: Ren relies on subtlety to depict his emotions. One could say his motto is "Actions speak louder than words." Indeed they do, considering whenever push comes to shove, his affection manifests itself in simple ways. Particularly holding your hand. You could be clinging to your very life line, hope fading as the world seems to be plummeting into oblivion. However, once the huntsman intertwines his fingers with yours, you realize everything will be okay on the end.

SUN WUKONG: His velvety smooth, cream yellow tail is embracing the branch haphazardly, as he awaits your presence. As soon as you stroll on around, the monkey faunus seizes the opportunity to execute his plan. Dropping down, Sun swoops in, kissing you square on the mouth as you emit a surprised squeak. "Love you, babe!"

NEPTUNE VASILIAS: It was gentle leaning, inspecting your features, admiring how lovely you were. He was a love sick fool - you had the flirty boy enraptured, head over heels, considering himself every term to describe how much he was falling deeper in love with you. Neptune adores you. "Gosh, you're cute," he smooches you on the cheek, How'd I get so lucky?"

COCO ADEL: Her expressions of love are never discreet; Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi are subjected to her attempts of showing it often. Before you awaken, the gunslinger equips an appealing color of her lipstick, and inscribes a few words upon the mirror. In the morning, as the time signifies you must rise to the occasion, you venture into the restroom, only to see what Coco had left behind. "I love you" written in lipstick, her signature emblem implying it was her.

VELVET SCARLATINA: Each picture was worth a thousand words - upon every photograph snapped, Velvet could sense the devotion, sweetness, heartfelt moments and even beyond emanating from the scenes captured. Thus, she compiles them to the best of her ability. The shy bunny is internally bouncing off the walls as she hands you the album she created, confessing with rosy cheeks, "Every moment we share reminds me of why I love you so much - so, I thought, why not show you all the moments we have had together?"

OZPIN: Millenniums were spent contemplating pensively, having people lose faith in him, watching everyone else perish as he was forced to wander the Earth. The academy's headmaster has suffered severely. The thought of having you cease to exist while his soul remains is ingrained his mind. But Ozpin concludes worrying for the future isn't going to be helpful. For now, he must cherish what he had. As he sees you sleeping soundly, and leans over, pecking your temple, he truly can say, "I love you to the moon and back."

GLYNDA GOODWITCH: Left to mend the broken pieces of a once content Vale, Glynda has suffered the hardships of immense, overwhelming grief. Ozpin was off to reincarnate wherever his soul wound up, students fled across the kingdom, majority barely seeing the light of day since the fall. But you didn't leave. As you raise Glynda up, explain how grateful you are for her efforts, how Ozpin and all the students are proud of her, she is reminded of why she fell in love with you. "Thank you for staying beside me in this time of hardships - you mean everything to me."

QROW BRANWEN: Alcohol flooding into his brain, the uncle of Ruby and Yang is spouting lyrical nonsense. You sigh in response to your beloved's irrational babbling, having his head rest in your lap. He is the equivalent of a toddler following a few or several alcoholic beverages. "I love you~" Qrow would confess constantly, trying to smother you sloppily in kisses, breath radiating the worst of odors before passing out. After waking up the next day with a hangover, the Branwen groans from the migraine, apologizing for his goofiness. "I don't know how you do it, but thanks for putting up with me."

WINTER SCHNEE: Family was a touchy subject to graze on in terms of a persuasive yet spiteful father neglecting his children unless they were needed to serve a purpose. All the soldier considered to be family, for the most part, was her younger sister, and butler, Klein. However, it's a rare sight to see as she disentangles her luscious white hair from its bun, and she is witnessed smiling so sweetly as she peppers you in brisk kisses. "It isn't often someone comes into my life and makes it more worthwhile - but you have helped me cherish it even more."

JAMES IRONWOOD: His body was composed not of flesh and blood; metal prosthetics filled the spaces of appendages deprived of him. Yet James was as handsome, wholesome, and endearing as he always has been. With the man's chest exposed, ebony bangs slightly out of place as you both had just woken up, you rest on the edge of your bed. He's breathing gingerly, as you stroke your thumb under the surface of his palm. Raising your hand to his lips, he kisses it, expressing, "I love you so dearly."

OSCAR PINE: He wouldn't be the kid he was prior to merging souls with a seemingly immortal man. No longer a farmer hand reduced to playing the role of feeding livestock and raking hay. Now, he was thrusted into the life of a new incarnation of the one meant to defeat an unstoppable force. Through it all, though, Oscar was falling in love. He plucked the loveliest flower he could find, stroking the back of his head nervously as it offered it to you. "I know there's so much going on right now, with there perhaps being a war, people trying to kill us constantly - it's just crazy. But you give me a chance to breathe. And, as silly as it might sound, I really love you for it."

CINDER FALL: Perhaps the wicked woman's upbringing was similar to Cinderella, yet she couldn't seek the happy fairytale ending her inspiration was fortunate enough to have. Or, at least, from what we have seen. To you, Cinder is an enigma, much to be explored as she is in pursuit for power. But you turn the tables as she stops the world to get off with you. Having you close your eyes, Miss Fall indulges you in her, lips touching yours endlessly, and you are on the verge of fainting from being so breathless. "Do not think - succumb to these urges to embrace me, and I shall never let you go. Maybe you and I can find that happy ending we desire, as we rise to the top, and all else fall."

ROMAN TORCHWICK: Smoke drawls from the cigar tucked in between his lips, the con artist grinning as you curled yourself around his waist. Being pummeled by fifteen year old girls weren't exactly confidence boosting, but at the end of the day, to have you be so loyal and endearing has his heart skip a beat. Roman parts the cylinder momentarily, "Dear, have I ever mentioned how much I adore you?"

MERCURY BLACK: One, two, three - the liplocks multiplied as the mechanical marvel covers your body in kisses. He doesn't hesitate to express his dedication, although preserves it for private settings, sprinkling playful banter here and there. The assassin's son swipes away any residue residing on your mouth, smirking, "Babe, you're my one and only - don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

EMERALD SUSTRAI: In your arms, the master of thieves believes she is finally at home, a safe haven where she can not worry about going hungry or being reduced to filth. She isn't manipulated to conduct misdeeds as she is by Cinder; you have compassion for her, saving the time to make her happier and make her feel loved. Really, Emmy never anticipated to receive such affection. But as the thief dissolves into your embrace, she whispers, "God, I love you."

NEOPOLITAN: As far as we are concerned, the killer queen waving around a lethal parasol cannot emit sound from her vocal chords. But verbal obstacles won't stand in the way of this tiny antagonist. Neo props herself up on her tip toes, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. No hidden intent, yet you have your worries. Of course, your expectations are evaded, as she stands on top of your feet, kisses your lips, and signs the typical romantic phrase for you.

SALEM: Externally, Salem appears monstrous, depravity consuming her as revenge drives her motives. Beneath the surface, however, the eternal being exposes gentleness, in which she nurtures you, raises you up, refusing to let you crumble. "I have lived as long as you can imagine. It's scarce, for someone to catch my interest as you have. Ozpin's dominion shall fall apart, so long as all is executed as it should. As I seize control, you will forever remain by my side. That much I can promise you, my love."

ILIA AMITOLA: "I always wanted Blake to look at me the way she did with Adam," the memory causes the chameleon's heart to throb undeniably, "I was hopelessly in love with her." Alternating accordingly to her emotions, Ilia's speckles changes to a pink resembling cherry blossoms. "But now that I've met you, I can forgive myself for my past mistakes. I don't need to blend in - you love me as I am. And I love you just the same."

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wadey-wilson · 6 years ago

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Essay essay pls! I actually enjoyed the TASM films but I watched them when I was like, 10, so my actual perception of them is super skewed

re:

I usually never talk much about things I hate because I don’t wanna care about things I hate. it’s a waste of time and nerves. but given that you asked nicely, and that I have a lot to say, and that I should sleep but we all know it never plays out, let’s go.

right off the bat, I want to say that I believe you can change some things about characters or stories if adapting them for the silver screen either requires it, or the director has a really good idea as to how the character should be done. that being said, I also believe there’s a line you can’t cross. you either change the character to be more appealing and to have them resonate with the audiences more (see: Thor in Thor: Ragnarok, Guardians of The Galaxy), or to have it fit the story better (see: Mandarin in Iron Man 3). I have no problem when a director goes ‘I have an idea for this character’ and he actually has, let him do it. however, when you change too much about a story (see: Civil War) or a character, they become unrecognizable and completely off. you ever read Superior Spider-Man? they become that. a shell of someone we know but with completely different behaviour, manners, mind, and character for that matter. you can’t change a character to this point, because it ruins them. say Iron Man doesn’t drink alcohol at all, he’s a granddad of a random kid taken from the streets, and kills innocent people. doesn’t really sound well, huh?

and that’s the huge problem with that small series of films. the producers don’t understand Spider-Man (don’t @ me with Spider-Verse, Sony didn’t touch Spider-Verse, it was written by the ever great Phil Lord and Chris Miller), and they never will because they frankly don’t give a shit. they ruined Spider-Man 3 by forcing Raimi to put Venom in there despite Raimi not being able to handle the material and not being interested in that character. reason why they made the TASM films? money. reason why they keep the rights to Spidey? money. so since they don’t understand Spider-Man, they can’t make a good Spidey movie as long as it’s them making that movie.

I also want to add that I like crap movies. Spider-Man 3 is half a solid movie, but you can’t have a bad time while watching it - it’s hilarious, has great action scenes, the characters feel like characters, and the tone is consistent. Venom movie wise is like 4/10, it has 2 prologues, and 179 plot holes and/or stupid choices, but it’s entertaining, funny (even when unintentionally), has some very good dialogues, and the Venom/Eddie relationship (right along with Tom Hardy himself) saves the movie. so I like crap movies when they’re fun, comedy gold, or just so stupid that you can’t help but laugh (see: Twilight). but when a movie is shit, and does none of those things, I can’t sit through it.

with all that said, here goes: reasons why The Amazing Spider-Man movies suck balls and are offensive towards the character of Spider-Man:

comic wise:

- Peter Parker - let’s google Peter Parker.

caring. kind. loyal. brave. scared. worried. intelligent.

that’s the basic core aspect of Peter Parker. you can’t change the core of a character or else they become a different person. the core aspect is what makes them them. Peter Parker is ‘with great power comes great responsibility’, he’s a struggling one because he made a choice to save lives and that choice often ruins his day-to-day life, he’s constantly trying to be a better man, but all while bad things are happening, he remains kind, loving, caring, loyal, respectful, and worth of the powers he’s carrying.

TASM Peter Parker? that dude’s a selfish dickhead. i could go scene by scene to prove my point, but off the top of my head, he:

stalks, creeps, breaks (important) promises, is rude 24/7 towards his aunt and uncle, risks people’s lives, damages public property and doesn’t even say sorry, sneaks into Oscorp by stealing someone’s righteously earned intern badge (plus literally laughing at the guy who got kicked out bc of him, what the hell).

other than that, Andrew Garfield does not look socially awkward or nerdy in the slightest. the movies are really trying to portray him as one and terribly fail. he’s not a good fit for this Spidey. Superior Spidey? yeah, that asshole, sure. I’m not saying he’s a bad actor, he’s an amazing actor. he’s just not good for the role of Peter Parker.

I mentioned Thor before and how making him a goofball actually worked out fine, and that’s because the core aspect of him never disappeared. he’s still Thor, courageous, righteous, loving, kind, but with more jokes. Peter Parker is a nerdy outcast, he’s socially awkward like 95% of the time, and doesn’t even know how to walk straight. Andrew’s Spidey? obnoxious-skateboarding-cool-looking-Edward-Cullen-like-tall-and-model-like cute. I have no words.

to add to his terrible traits, Peter’s only motivation to put on the red-and-blue spandex is revenge. revenge. I don’t care about that scene where he’s sitting with his mask wondering if he should go after the Lizard. that doesn’t mean a thing. it would if his behaviour changed, but it never did. he made a mask and then a suit so people wouldn’t see who commits the crimes (assaulting at nights while looking for Ben’s killer, that’s crime), that’s down-right fucked up. this is not Spider-Man. speaking of…

- Spider-Man - he doesn’t care about people’s lives at-freaking-all, and it just wounds me. he jokes around while people are being murdered (see: TAMS2 scene with the Rhino where he didn’t stop Rhino when he had the chance, instead letting him run over tens of people and kept. on. joking., or putting on a fireman’s hat while people are being killed). jokes? what jokes? that guy’s a jackass. he threatens a man saying he’d kill him if he’d be the one who killed uncle Ben. he publicly humiliates a guy, I don’t care if he’s a criminal.

see this:

(the amazing s-m #797)

vs this

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- Ben Parker - he’s 100% useless in the movie. in the comics and in the Raimi’s movies, he plays a huge role. he’s Peter’s moral compass right along with May Parker, which…

- May Parker - her presence in the movie is pointless. she’s got no impact on the plot. cut out all the scenes with her, and it changes nothing about the movies. her presence only makes Peter look more like an asshole bc he’s one towards her 99% of the time. she’s there to be… I don’t even know. she’s useless. oh, no, wait, she’s there to make Peter break his promise to Captain Stacy. amazing.

movie wise:

- tone - inconsistent, all over the place. TASM1 is dark, silly, dark, lighthearted, funny, dark, funny, dark. why can’t it be just dark or funny? same goes to TASM2, except TASM2 is way worse due to the unconnected subplots. examples of well-toned movies: Homecoming (a comedy starring Spider-Man), Iron Man 3 (consistently cartoonish with balanced humor and action), The Avengers (consistently funny and cheesy).

- character arc - there’s none. Peter learns absolutely nothing. at all. he’s selfish and remains selfish. puts people’s lives at risk all the time. breaks promises, not learning any lesson. I mentioned Venom before and how it’s a dumb movie, but even that one has Venom have an arc. rushed one, yes, very rushed, but still an arc.

- music - stock music + bad pop music + elevator music + something that tried to sound like dubstep but wound up being what comes out when you scratch your nails across the board ft. growling dying dragons from bad cartoons. I’m really sorry for Hans Zimmer that his name is in the credits bc the amazing Pharell Whilliams literally ruined the TASM2 soundtrack.

- directing - it’s shit. the movie’s shot with no life to speak of. boring shots, lower than average. there’s no scene that makes me ‘whoa’. there’s no scene that makes me ‘this is a really good shot. I very much like this shot.’ ok, I’m lying, there are two shots in the entire 2 movies. there:

these are the only shots that I like. out of 2 movies. please, take all my money.

on top of that, the colors are just ugly. Deadpool has greasy colors but they’re consistent and fit the creepy tone of the movie. TASM movies can’t decide what the hell they are so they are just a mess.

- villains:

x the Lizard. he wants people to be lizards, and that’s it. he wants his arm to regrow but then he goes ‘forget arms, now I want people to be lizards.’ and it’s sad bc he’s a very good villain in the comics.

x Green Goblin. motivation is weak, plus why did he crawl towards the suit? if he crawled towards the Doc Ock arms, would he become Doc Ock? how did he know hot to fly the glider? ‘you took his picture, so you know him’ - first of all, that shot was taken from 64508098 meters away, and second of all, how does this make Harry think Peter knows Spider-Man? he’s still better than Connors, tho.

x Electro - quite an odd one, weak motivations, what the hell was that with the corny speeches pulled out of his ass and completely out of the place? why did he even have shorts? where did he take his suit from? that’s a PG-13 movie, I get it, we don’t wanna watch an electric p*nis swing, ok, we get it still, bad motivations, makes no sense 80% of the time, and... he’s just off. he’s such a badly-handled and poorly-written character I want to cry,

- other characters:

x Gwen Stacy - so called generic love interest. that’s it.

x I don’t even care.

- stupid bullshit - when a movie is good, I don’t care about plot holes or stupid stuff like visible reshoots (see: Tony’s hair in IW) or just idiotic moments (see: Black Widow knocking a guy out with her hair in The Avengers).

however, when the stupid bullshit takes over a movie, you can’t help but notice. why did the Lizard want everyone to be lizards? why did the electric eels fix the gap between Max’s teeth? what’s with the subplot with Peter chasing Ben’s killer? is Peter so stupid that he brought his camera with his name on it to Lizard’s secret layer? why are Peter’s parents so focused on? they’re 100% irrelevant and have no impact on the movies besides making them even stupider (that calculator scene, I’m-). why did Ben jump towards the gun? how did scrawny and skinny Harry Osborn overpower two armed, grown-ass guards? if Peter is smart enough to make web-shooters and web fluid, why did he have to look up the basics of electricity on YT? why is Gwen so stupid to grab a metal bar when there’s an electricity-fueled guy murdering people? why did even Electro become bad? why do people stand around very dangerous fight scenes like it’s a spectacle with fairies? run! the plane scene. the plane scene no2. the crane scene. how did the cranes happen to be perfectly in line across the way to Oscorp? even Raimi wouldn’t put this corny shit in his movies, and he made his trilogy corny for purpose. train? coming? out? from? the ground??? a video coincidentally waiting for Peter to be played in that train? Gwen Stacy happening to be the interns’ tour guide at Oscorp? how did Gwen get to the fight with Electro scene sooner than the police? why did the web get cut by two solid objects, simultaneously making a ‘cut’ sound, what the fuck was that? why were those movies even made? (money)

I want to add that I don’t care about deleted scenes. put them in the movie if they’re important. I really don’t give a damn there was a scene with Peter’s dad (which is just stupid) or some stuff with Connors. I don’t judge deleted scenes, I judge the movies.

and that’s it. I feel like I can talk more, but it’s like 11pm, and I have to get up early and go to work, so… I said what I said. you can’t change my opinion. if you like these films, I don’t care. they’re trash. if you can watch them and think ‘that’s a good movie,’ I’m glad you can, and I wish you a happy life with that bad perception.

to add to all of this, I’ll have you know that even Andrew Garfield is mad/sad that Sony compromised the character of Peter Parker for the sake of money.

before I go, the only good things about these movies:

- TASM2 suit is cool. I like it a lot,

- that scene where Peter wakes up and accidentally breaks things,

- that montage with Spidey after he breaks up with Gwen, it’s really nice and in-character, looking like it was written by someone completely else,

- they didn’t make a third movie.

P.S. if you want some good videos I remember seeing about those movies, visit yourmoviesucks and TheCosmonautVarietyHour on YT. also ScreenCrush explains what’s wrong with those movies basing on one scene, and it’s great.

P.S. 2. there was this comment on YT under the TASM movies review that I really like, and honestly what a mood:

#roll credits #i said what i said and you can't change my mind #when i was younger i thought i like those movies #but then i thought about them again #and wondered how could i ever think they are good #they're a waste of money #they're a waste of time #and effort #that's me and my opinion #i usually don't speak much but well #the amazing spider-man #long post

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klbloodx · 6 years ago

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HLS Chapter 2 - 2027.2.11 Xiaonian

The old Huangli hanging on the wall had spoken unexpectedly. If an ordinary person heard this, they would probably be instantly shocked into fainting. But Xiao Nanzhu was not scared of these supernatural things since he was young, although he was startled, he didn’t react too dramatically.

He stepped back unknowingly, confirming that it was really the carp boy on the calendar who had just spoken to him, he opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Ah, so calendars now have voice calling function..."

"..."

(source:net. You mean this thing right here? Xiao Nanzhu? This is called the smartphone)

Xiaonian on the calendar was there silently fuming, when Xiao Nanzhu said so, he immediately puffed his cheeks up angrily. He thought that he could sleep the year off the same way as he did in previous years, with nothing he needs to do.

Who would have thought it would be ruined by this guy called Xiao Nanzhu just before 12 midnight. These calendar gods are all delicate since they work only one day in a year with an extremely low working intensity, the few of them near the year-end are especially so. This is represented by Xiaonian who is in charge Xiaonian Night.

Isn’t Spring Festival supposed to be all about red envelopes, reunion dinners, warm bedding. Why can Laba① and Lichun② who were in charge just a few days ago laze through so simply, and I became the unlucky one when it came to my turn…

Thinking of this, his chubby little face, which should be joyous being a calendar god associated with Spring Festival, wrinkled up. Xiaonian really wants to let his precious red carp in his arms to splash this guy a full face of pond water again.

But looking at how tall Xiao Nanzhu is, he dared not be naughty on a whim. At the same time, the tipsy Xiao Nanzhu, who still hasn’t figured out what was the situation, was half sober at this point in time. He wanted to raise his hand and touch the old Huangli left by his old lady to find out what is the problem with it, but in the next second, the vividly painted chubby boy hugging a big red carp climbed down the calendar with his bare buttocks.

(source: on the picture, Xiaonian wears like that, I couldn’t find a better one with carp though)

“Hey hey! If you have anything just say it! Don't dawdle around! I only have 20 minutes, so what? You’re asking for the fortune, do-s, don’t-s, zodiacs or dream interpretation?…”

The little chubby kid who looks like a Jintong③ started to talk to Xiao Nanzhu as soon as he landed. This scene of him wearing a red Dudou④ and hugging red carp has a strange joyful cuteness in it. However, the one who happened to witness the old Huangli speaking, and now a painting coming alive right before his very eyes, Xiao Nanzhu has chills down his spine right now. The carp boy seemed to be used to humans looking silly the first time they saw him. He stroked his chin and muttered softly.

“Oh well, I can’t just be summoned without doing anything. Let me just predict something for you, no fooling around on workday after all...Let me see, you shouldn't bathe and light a fire today…”

Xiao Nanzhu recovered his wits by the little chubby boy's murmuring voice. He anxiously pinched the bridge of his nose and wanted to determine whether what he saw right now was a hallucination from too much alcohol.

After all, the education he received in the last two decades told him that all of these are unscientific⑤ and should not have happened, but in the next second, he suddenly smelled something not quite right.

“What was that? Grilled squid…?”

He sniffed and mumbled to himself. Xiao Nanzhu, usually very alert, had a clouded mind.

“Ahhhhh!! Squid your head!! I told you not to light a fire! Fire!! Fire!!!”

Xiaonian was so alarmed that he threw away the red carp in his arms as he screamed and dragged Xiao Nanzhu by the legs of his trousers into the kitchen. Suddenly remembering that he left a kettle boiling, Xiao Nanzhu came back to his senses and followed the carp boy as they ran into the kitchen.

As soon as they rushed in, he found that the kettle was almost all dry.

The fire on the stove was raging, the whole kitchen was filled with pungent smoke, even the kitchen floor was covered by fire. Xiao Nanzhu immediately covered his face and tugged the curtain beside him down to extinguish the soaring flames as he dashed away the sparks spit onto him. Xiaonian followed closely behind and wobbled as he dunked a basin of water from nowhere onto the fire.

“Huff..Huff..That was so close...I’m exhausted...”

Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, Xiaonian had his chubby white face smeared with smoke as he helped Xiao Nanzhu put out the fire. He usually stayed in the Huangli and only worked for one day a year, so his physical strength is imaginable. Xiao Nanzhu, heart still beating wildly, was equally relieved. Then he turned his head and looked at the kitchen that was half burnt.

If it wasn’t for this chubby kid who appeared suddenly in his house, he would probably have just dozed off in the living room.

He has never thought that a long period of inoccupancy would cause the liquefied gas pipes in the kitchen to decay so much, and for him to pass out drunk in such a fire... It would be 2027 in a few days... He really is done with his life it seems.

As he was thinking, he inadvertently felt grateful for surviving such a danger. Xiao Nanzhu, who is fully awake now, didn’t want to pursue who exactly this chubby kid who came from the Huangli was, especially when he could be now considered as his lifesaver. Xiaonian didn’t think Xiao Nanzhu would accept his existence so quickly, he’s still there rubbing his dirty face with his little hands, but then he seems to realize something and his eyes widened. He ran back barefooted to the living room with hurry steps.

“Hey hey hey, what are you running for? Aren’t you cold with your feet out…”

Xiao Nanzhu followed behind hurriedly, he felt as if he had suddenly became a father. It was a little bit of a burden to watch the chubby kid running about like this.

However, by the time he caught up with the darn kid and wanted to find some shoes for him to put on, he saw this rascal squatting beside the sofa, staring at the red carp lying vertically across the floor with white eyes seen, with tears filled in his eyes.

Xiao Nanzhu: “......”

....

“Xiaohong⑥…Xiaohong…Xiaohong died…Wahhhwuwu!”

Tears are dropping as if they are free of charge. Busy helping Xiao Nanzhu extinguishing the fire, this dumb kid left his precious red carp and ran for the kitchen, carelessly forgetting that fishes can’t survive without water for too long. By the time he remembered that his pitiful red carp was struggling to breathe in the living room, this red carp which represents abundance for the year had already died.

Covering his eyes as he sobs, Xiaonian lost his baby red carp, it’s no wonder he’s crying so sorrowfully. Xiao Nanzhu found a short stool and sat him properly, then a pair of oversized wool slippers for him to wear, he watched Xiaonian until he hiccuped from crying, he then pinched his cheeks and said.

“Okay, okay, don’t cry, uncle will buy you a new one the next day alright? You like carps we’ll buy carps, you like grass carps we’ll buy grass carps, you like soft-shelled turtles we’ll buy soft-shelled turtles…⑦”

Speaking in a tone as if a wolf baffling its way to eat a child, Xiao Nanzhu had his nerves tormented this night and wasn’t able to clean the messy kitchen up, he sat down and began comforting Xiaonian who had lost his beloved fish.

If this was any other times, he might have became impatient and beat the child up, but this is New Year's Eve, this little chubby child risked his life to save him, so Xiao Nanzhu restrained his temper and tried to be nice on this rare occasion. However, Xiaonian, who had his eyes all red from crying, heard Xiao Nanzhu’s impudent words and started crying even more.

“It’s already too late! What are you even saying *sob*... It’s all your fault...It’s all your fault *sob*... My Xiaohong... *Sob*...”

“Hey, kid, why is it my fault? Xiaohong is obviously unlucky…”

“It’s your fault!! I blame you!! *Sob*! You big bastard!”

“Ok, alright, alright... My fault, my fault..."

Once a child cries, he’ll end up crying even more upon being coaxed.

All that whining made Xiao Nanzhu had such a bad headache that he almost knelt down to plead mercy, but in the end he could not make this chubby kid recover from crying.

He was still wondering if he could ask this little ancestor to explain why he could predict the fire accident and why he could appear from the Huangli, but Xiaonian obviously didn’t want to talk to him and was busy crying.

Xiao Nanzhu was all out of ideas. He started wondering if he could keep this mysterious chubby kid at his place and see if he could get something out of him later, a kid can’t run anywhere else, after all. Upon making a decision, he stood up and called out to Xiaonian sitting on the bench.

“There’s not much food at home, but there’s still some sesame paste. Should I make it for you?”

(source: net, mmm~ sesame paste :P)

Xiaonian paid no attention to him and continued crying sorrowfully. Xiao Nanzhu awkwardly scratched his head and went to prepare sesame paste for this little ancestor. He took a glance at the wall clock before stepping into the kitchen, its hands showed that it would be midnight in a minute’s time.

Xiao Nanzhu didn't think too much about it, he entered the kitchen and boiled another kettle of water. This time he waited by the electric stove, so it took him a little longer. He kept himself occupied in the kitchen for ten minutes, but when he came out with a sluggish expression, Xiao Nanzhu was surprised to find that no one was sitting beside the living room sofa.

The little chubby kid was gone, the red carp was gone as well.

He didn't hear the sound of the front door being opened just now, the child couldn’t possibly have run outside in the middle of the night.

His heart froze, Xiao Nanzhu put down the small porcelain bowl and rushed to the Huangli hanging on the wall. He didn't know what drove him, but everything that happened tonight seemed to reveal a kind of indescribable mystery. However, as Xiao Nanzhu ran to the old Huangli to take a look, he saw the painting of the joyful chubby kid, with his bare buttocks facing him and wrapped in his arms was…the dead carp.

Xiao Nanzhu: “...”

1. Laba 腊八：The 8th day of the 12th lunar month, Chinese believe that it’s the transition of the new and the old, and celebrate Laba Festival on this day by offering to gods for a good harvest year ahead and eating Laba porridge.

2. Lichun 立春：Spring solstice.

3. Jintong 金童：Short form of Shancai Tongzi, child of wealth or golden youth, which is used to describe good-looking young boys not more than 12.

4. Dudou 肚兜：A traditional Chinese bodice

5. Unscientific 不科学：Literally means unscientific, it’s a Chinese internet slang to refer to something that seems impossible or supernatural.

6. Xiaohong 小红：Literally translate as little red, or redy.

7. carp 鲤鱼, grass carps 草鱼, soft-shelled turtle甲鱼：Read as Liyu, caoyu, jiayu, which have similar sounds at the end and rhymes, suggesting Xiao Nanzhu wasn’t being serious about the situation.

#cnovel #huanglishi #黄历师 #Chinese Almanac Master #huang li shi #donghua #chinese animation #HLS

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mochenle · 6 years ago

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Masked | Jeno

genre: fluff, angst; superhero au

word count: 9,275

your foot was fervently tapping against the cold white tiles on the floor. you still had a whole thirty minutes left in your fourth period. but you didn’t have thirty minutes. you had to leave now. your phone was going crazy with notifications regarding a bank robbery occurring just a few blocks away from the park. what excuse will you use to get out of class this time?

luckily, your fourth period was chemistry, which was your fortè. that’s probably why it would be so easy to skip class without your teacher being too angry about it. he knew you were a genius and liked to use it as an excuse for the class to actually learn something.

“i’ll be announcing your lab partners for the next project in a few minutes.”

partners again? you really hated projects that made you interact with other people. part of the reason being that you don’t have any friends besides Jaemin. you two were basically related. there wasn’t anything you two couldn’t do together, but of course you weren’t always going to be paired with each other. last quarter’s project was a stellar example of you being stuck with someone other than Jaemin. specifically, someone you personally tended to avoid.

that person was none other than Lee Donghyuck. you resented his existence. ever since he stuck chewing gum in your hair in third grade, your relationship with him has grown quite distasteful. you two always had it out for each other. he sprayed silly string on your locker one day, you put glue on his seat the next. it was a toxic cycle, but both of you were always in petty competitions and couldn’t help but continue them.

which leads you to the other reason you despised working with other people. as earlier mentioned, your mind processes information as hastily as you were to put it into your work. when it came to that, you grew quite impatient when people slowed your work process and change the way things your mind has already planned out. it’s not that you were trying to be rude, but you like your work to turn out just the way you picture it. the only person you could tolerate was Jaemin. or maybe that Lee Jeno.

Lee Jeno. you always had an eye for him. everyone did. he was everyone’s middle school crush. it was the same case for you. you’ve had feelings for him since the sixth grade. and now that he played on the varsity baseball team it was almost impossible for anyone to not feel the same. the thought of being with him brought sparks to your mind, but how lucky could you be to get him as a partner?

you were anxious to find out who your lab partner would be, hoping and praying that it wouldn’t be Donghyuck again. you didn’t have time to put up with him. you already have enough weight on your shoulders saving the city and all. but you could be lucky. it could be Jeno. no stop. now’s not the time. though you were curious to find out what demon fate chose for you to be partnered with, you were more focused on the crime alert. you had just received another notification about the heist, stating that the culprits were just about to escape. this was not happening. not on your watch.

“excuse me sir, i really need to use the bathroom.” “right now? you’ll have to answer a test question first.”

what the hell? is this what kids have to do just to get to a bathroom these days?

“alright, then. give me what you got.” “what periodic table element has the atomic number of 92?”

you’ve got to be kidding me. what does he expect me to say? vibranium!? though you did remember the lot of the elements, you certainly did not recall which one this was. people automatically assumed you to study frequently, but that wasn’t entirely true. though you did like to go over things every now and then, you had a life and things to do. especially, in times like this. you realized how much of a time crunch there was at the moment when your phone was incessantly buzzing in your pocket.

“umm... promethium?” “ooh, so close! the correct answer was uranium.”

uranium? i’ll uranium your anu- a few chuckles echoed through the room and interrupted your thoughts. one of the rats being Donghyuck, of course. you didn’t understand why they even thought about laughing since half of them probably weren’t aware of promethium’s existence.

“better luck next time. you’ll have to wait a bit for the restroom. hopefully the rest of you learned something from this.” “wait! it’s an emergency.” “and what kind of emergency would that be?”

geez, talk about an invasion of privacy. you shot a glance over at Jaemin. his face was painted with a mix of emotions. pity for your slip up just now, concern for your well being after a good bad guy brawl as he liked to call it, and curiousness for how you would embarrass yourself this time to get out of the situation at hand. but out of all the emotions displayed upon his face, panic was the most prominent. seeing what was on the phone in his hand brought the same expression to yours. the news program was currently recording the criminals exiting the bank and off to their getaway driver.

you look back up to see your teacher awaiting your reply. they’re gonna talk about this for the rest of the year.

the answer to his question was clearly answered as you pulled a certain feminine product from out your bag and presented it to him. you saw no point in being discreet at the moment. the classroom fell silent and all eyes landed on you. he couldn’t say no to you this time.

“just go.”

and with that, you immediately dashed to the door, almost knocking down the trashcan in the process. before you left you took one last look at Jaemin to make sure he knew what you wanted him to do. you and Jaemin were capable of communicating just by looking at each other. from one glance he knew that you wanted him to take your stuff and wait for you at home. it was almost like a seventh sense. though you did have a few powers of your own, nothing compared to your bond with Jaemin.

you hastily put on your suit and gear and were zooming through the streets to get to the scene of the crime. a few news cameras were able to spot you quite promptly as you were leaping from building to building, steadily following the tail of the offenders.

you caught up with the getaway car as they were turning into an alley. wow these guys’ll be a breeze. only they would be dumb enough to turn into an alleyway. you immediately took action and blocked their path by throwing a few garbage disposal bins in front of them. they stopped abruptly noticing the blockage and exited the car, cursing at their luck, while a smug look spread across your face under the mask you wore. it’s bad guy brawl time.

“hey boys. are you going to be smart and go the easy way? or am i gonna have to teach someone a lesson?”

“well shit.”

~~~~~

oof. that left a few marks. hope it’s not too bad when i look in the mirror. a few gashes decorated your mask and suit, but were not big enough to reveal your identity. though they were considered an easy fight compared to other villains you have encountered, taking a few hits was very possible.

you had just made it to your small apartment after your victorious feat.

you walk into your bedroom and your eyes immediately land on your bedside nightstand, or more of what was on it. it was always the first thing you tended to look at when entering your room. there were two picture frames and a pair of glasses resting upon the flat surface. three things that brought such wistful memories. nostalgia crashes through your mind as that of a tidal wave.

the first thing that catches your eyes is the large, navy blue frame protecting the photograph of you and your parents. your mother wearing a red dress and hair pulled up neatly, while your father wore a neat button up with his signature glasses pushed up against the bridge of his nose. the same pair of glasses that sat in between both pictures. you wore them to school on some occasions, even though there was no need for you to wear them.

you fell ill when you were five and were close to dying, but your parents could not allow this to happen. your father was a scientist and knew others that could possibly aid with your condition. your parents would do anything to keep you alive.

and of course they did. they had been experimenting on different DNA altering substances for years now. because of this, you sure did have quite a few special abilities. enhanced immune system, increased strength, physical abilities, and mind capacity, amplified vision and hearing, the lot of it.

they couldn’t have anyone finding out about you. a few of the other scientists believed you could do better with the government. you were the first true success of all the experiments after all. your parents thought otherwise and sent you to live with your aunt and uncle in their small apartment. a few days later you discovered that they were murdered. you had just turned seven at the time. now you were in your third year of highschool, and you’ve stayed there ever since.

the smaller, more square, black picture frame held a photo of you, your aunt, and uncle on the first day of middle school. your uncle was mugged one night at gunpoint and passed away at the gas station not too far from home. your aunt didn’t take it too well and was soon sent to a mental hospital around two years ago. you visit her sometimes, but she isn’t the same aunt who took care of you as a child. not anymore. that’s part of the reason you started being part-time superhero.

now you stay here in this apartment alone, but you always have Jaemin and his family to come to when you need it. you and Jaemin have been friends since you moved in with your aunt and uncle. he always said hi to you every time you walked past his complex when you first arrived. you spoke even more at school. when he found out about your secret double life, he immediately decided he would be part of it. he was your medic and sometimes you sidekick. when he wasn’t busy, he’d be on crime alert and walk you through your missions, keeping an eye out on traffic cams and watching news reports. it was every kid’s dream to have a superhero best friend, so why would he miss this opportunity?

the landlady was also surprisingly kind to you. you suppose that was her primary reaction to the tragic happenings of your aunt and uncle. you had nowhere else to go. she let you help give people their room keys and show them around the apartments to earn some extra cash and pay your rent. even if the money did just go straight back to her, she wanted to make you feel needed for something. to feel useful. and for that you were forever grateful.

you quickly wipe the tear that slips from the corner of your eye. you’ve experienced handfuls at such a young age. you’re almost used to feeling like this. it was almost like a routine. but you never forget that you still have the Na family and the nice landlady at your side. as you wipe another falling tear, you feel a buzz in your pocket, interrupting your thoughts.

oh shit, i forgot about Jaemin! the poor boy must’ve been trying to contact you for hours. you hastily fish your phone out from your pocket and were greeted with eight missed messages from Jaemin.

nanamin<3 -i brought your stuff home -you better tell me about your bad guy brawl as soon as you get here -i know you probably kicked ass but, if you got any boo boos, you know im stacked with tylenol -im the world class healer with the best first aid kit in town -also guess who got partnered with mr. eyesmile for the science project -y/n you lucky bitch answer! youre with youre biggest crush for a project be grateful! -listen hoe you better answer me so i know youre not dead -oh my gosh youre fuccin dead [delivered 5:07 p.m.]

you checked the time at the moment. it was 8:48 p.m. oh geez i’m the worst. it’s been more than three hours! as soon as you saw the messages, you replied with a short ‘omw’ as you sprinted out of the apartment to get to Jaemin’s complex. you didn’t have time to use full sentences, you needed to be a somewhat good friend. you were mostly going there for your stuff from school and some band-aids, but you wouldn’t say that to his face. you were too busy trying to get to Jaemin to even comprehend the messages about your new lab partner.

~~~~~

there was no need to use the actual door to his apartment when the stairs led right to his room. you’ve grown accustomed to using the stairs that trailed straight to your best friend’s window. you also didn’t want to bother his mother at a late hour, though, it wasn’t like they weren’t used to you coming to their apartment out of the blue. in fact, the Na family welcomed your unexpected presence. and for that you learned to respect them even more.

“Jaemin i’m so sorry, you can get the first aid kit and we’ll talk all about the-”

is that Jeno? you looked up just in time to see Jaemin and Jeno’s shocked expressions. they were in the middle of a mario kart race when you decided to intrude. you had almost exposed yourself to Jeno in the five seconds you had just arrived. why was he even here?

Jaemin stood up immediately to retrieve the first aid kit located in his bedside drawer. he decided to keep it there since you came over so frequently for it. Jeno, on the other hand was still in shock over your appearance. was it really that bad? you thought you would melt into a puddle seeing the way he stared at you so intently.

“geez y/n learn to knock. also, that looks kinda bad. nothing i can’t fix though.”

Jaemin pointed to your left cheek and handed you a mirror. it was worse than you initially thought. there was a gash across your cheekbone and light bruising surrounding it. there were also a few cuts and scrapes scattered across your face, on your eyebrow, and lower lip.

“ew. this looks worse than i thought it would be.” “also learn to answer your fucking phone, snake.” “okay, okay, i’m sorry.” “can someone please explain what’s going on? y/n, are you okay? is this a regular thing that happens Jaemin?”

poor Jeno. he had no clue what was going on. that was a good thing though. you didn’t need anyone else finding out about your alter ego.

“it’s a long story. shoot i’m out of band-aids, i’m gonna run over and get some, be right back. while i’m out work on cleaning up those cuts will you?”

a panicked expression swept across your face as you turned to look at Jaemin. he was not about to leave you alone in a room with your sixth grade crush. he turned around and sent you a wink before he was out the door. i really hate him.

trying not to freak out, you take a cotton swab and swipe at the excess blood trailing from the gashes that painted your face. you felt his gaze still settled on you as you picked up another cotton swab and a tube of antibiotics.

“here, let me.” “n-no need, i can do it mys-“ “i want to help you.”

he just had to say that didn’t he. your heart was racing, causing a light pink tint to flush over your face. if only he knew what effect he had on you. with his face so close, and so focused on yours, it was getting harder for you to breathe. the way his fingers trailed down your jaw so delicately to bring your chin up to face him was making matters worse. he was so gentle with you. it was as if you were made of porcelain, being considerably cautious not to break you. your heart was beating out of your chest. you’d be surprised if he wasn’t able to hear it.

a wince escaped your lips as a cotton swab came in contact with your wound. you drew back slightly to see a worried look spread across Jeno’s face. i must be dreaming.

“i’m sorry! did i hurt you?” “no it’s fine! i was just a little shocked, y-you can keep going.” “okay, i’ll be more careful next time.”

though you did feel pain as the swab touched your skin again, you endured so he could continue his work. it’s not everyday your crush does something like this to you, so you make the most of this moment.

“this looks pretty bad. do you mind me asking what happened to you?”

i really did not think this through. you couldn’t not give him an answer. it would make you seem even more suspicious. maybe another excuse would do? another terrible excuse.

“my... cat! yeah, he can be pretty rowdy sometimes.” “you have a cat? that’s funny, i’m pretty allergic to cats. usually i’d be sneezing all over the place by now.” “o-oh, did i say cat? i meant dog. he just acts so much like a cat that i end up referring to him as one every now and then.”

it was at this point, you realized how full of bad excuses you were.

“oh okay, must be some pet huh?” “yeah, definitely.”

real smooth, can i crawl into a hole now? things went silent for a moment after that. awkwardly silent. where was Jaemin with those band-aids when you needed them? everything stopped when Jeno spoke again.

“it seems you come here often for this. do you ever ask your parents to help you with this type of stuff?”

you were not ready to talk about your family condition right now. especially not to Jeno. this is the first time you’ve really talked to him and you weren’t entirely comfortable at the moment.

“i’d um… i’d rather not talk about that at the moment.” “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or-” “no, it’s fine you didn’t know. don’t beat yourself up.”

now things were really awkward. how you wished you had the power to speed up time. he continued to apply the ointment to your face until Jaemin came in with his hands full of bandages. finally my savior has come. but you had to say, with the amount of bandages he came in with, it looked like he was ready for war.

“finally, Nana, took you long enough.” “um, you should be the last person to be saying that. i waited here a good three hours, and guess who just decided to show up. you even interrupted my bonding session with Jeno here.”

even though you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. as he walked up next to you, he began to remove the band-aids from their paper covers and stick them to your face.

“oh shoot, i forgot about the painkillers! Jeno would you mind running out and grabbing them for me? they’re in the cabinet above the bathroom sink.” “yeah, no problem. i’ll be right back.”

the two of you watched as he exited the room. as soon as he was out of sight, Jaemin turned to you with the giddiest smile glued to his face.

“i hate you so much.” “you love me! i leave you in a room alone with the love of your life for fifteen minutes and i don’t even get a thank you. i deserve better. he even tended to your wounds.” “so, are you gonna tell me why he’s here?” “well, while you were off to save the city and all, teacher dude assigned lab partners and guess who wasn’t there for it?”

he waited for you to ‘guess’ with that stupid smile on his face.

“me.” “you! poor Jeno sat alone for the remainder of the class period. well, he would’ve if i hadn’t went up to him. my lab partner happened to have left early too, so i decided to get to know him a little bit. then, we decided to meet up after school. we talked all about you by the way. don’t worry, all good things.”

he did what? you felt betrayed by your best friend. your mouth was left gaping as he got up to discard the pieces of paper to the small bin in the corner of his room. you go off to stop crime only to find out your best friend telling god knows what about you to your sixth grade crush. you suddenly regret coming over.

“wow. you are the biggest snake i know. what did you tell him?” “secret.”

you opened your mouth to snap back at Jaemin, when the door opened to reveal a bottle of painkillers in the hands of Jeno. you shut your mouth immediately and sent a glare over to Jaemin, who looked as smug as ever. if only you could wipe that smirk right off his face right then and there.

“here’s the tylenol, sorry it took a while.” “no worries! y/n here is very patient. especially when it comes to y- oof!”

Jaemin was immediately cut off by your elbow to his gut. now you were the one wearing a smirk.

“thank you Jeno. i appreciate it.” “no problem! it was nice finally talking to you, y/n.” “you too.”

Jaemin looked between the two of you like a proud mother. if you could read his mind right now, he’d probably be saying something like, ‘they grow up so fast’ or ‘this moment would last forever if i had a picture.’ he was about to say something, but was interrupted as the door opened to reveal his mother. Jaemin very subtly moved to you in order to hide your patched face from her.

“Jeno, you- oh y/n, what a pleasant surprise!” “hi Mrs. Na.” “it’s good to see you again hun. Jeno sweetie, your mother is right outside ready to pick you up.” “thank you ma’am. it was nice of you to have me over.” “and it was wonderful meeting you.”

as Jaemin’s mother exited the room, Jeno began to gather his things to go. part of you wanted him to stay longer, but you realized that you would just keep things as awkward as before. you barely even talked to him that night, no use getting your hopes up.

“thanks for coming over, nice getting to know you.” “thanks for inviting me, it was nice being here.”

how could someone be so manner oriented? Jeno had just picked up his bag and was about to walk to the door, when he turned to you.

“hey, we should get each other’s numbers. we’re lab partners after all.” “yeah, good thinking.”

the two of you quickly exchanged contacts while Jaemin was watching in the background. you never thought he could get any creepier. Jeno was just about to be on his way, before he turned back to you once more and said,

“by the way, it was really nice meeting you y/n. let’s talk more often, okay?”

you nodded, taken aback at what he had just said, and he was off. you were left a blushing mess while Jaemin was on the floor giggling like there was no tomorrow.

“wow, you are so lucky to have me. i’m the bestest friend in the whole world!” “...” “...” “just give me my backpack dipshit.”

~~~~~

the next day at school most definitely did not run as smoothly as the last. after the events of yesterday, why would it?

this day in particular, consisted of Donghyuck not-so-subtly making period jokes around you, Jaemin bothering you about giving his blessing to you and Jeno, your chemistry teacher scolding you for skipping class, and you making up for it by acing a pop quiz. he could never stay mad at you. though, he still made you stay in his classroom during lunch as punishment for skipping. can’t get away from everything i guess. you weren’t too upset about it though since you were never very fond of the cafeteria, and you had lunch right before fourth period so you wouldn’t need to move anywhere.

you were eating your lunch in your chemistry classroom alone. well, if you consider two packs of animal crackers and water bottle lunch then you were. it was still a better option than school lunch. you and Jaemin vowed to never eat school lunch ever again after finding a hair hiding in one of your meal orders in elementary school. the mere thought of what goes on in that kitchen brought chills to your spine. as you got up to throw your trash into the bin, a loud thump at the door startled you in doing so. peering through the narrow window in the door, you see... Jeno? or at least the top of his head. his hands were occupied at the moment with boxes filled with new textbooks.

“a little help here please?” “oh sorry! i’ll take these off your hands.”

as soon has you heard his cry for help, you instantly swung open the door and took the very heavy load off his hands. you weren’t able to see the surprised look on his face from taking that amount of weight he carried. you were too busy placing the stack of boxes onto the desk nearest you.

“woah, you’re uh, really strong. you took all those textbooks like they were nothing.”

if you weren’t in front of the cutest guy in school, you would’ve facepalmed yourself so that it would physically hurt. that was the second time you almost blew your cover around Jeno. if you weren’t careful, you’d be caught red-handed sooner or later.

“yeah, i uh, help out when people are moving into my apartment complex. i’m pretty used to lifting heavy things.”

yeah, like the weight on my back trying to keep this a secret! this is getting harder to hide from him. at least this was a better excuse than last time.

“oh that’s pretty cool. thanks for helping me out back there by the way. you clearly have stronger arms than me. i probably would’ve died if i held onto those any longer.” “no problem! i don’t mind lending a helping hand.” “that’s sweet of you to say.”

Lee Jeno, the Lee Jeno, just called you sweet. apparently, he had his own superpower. he was a true heart stopper. you needed a defibrillator right now. how were you supposed to react to this? you didn’t that’s how. and you two were back to awkward silences.

“i feel like this is bound to happen every time we end up meeting each other.” “what is?”

he turned to you with a smile on his face as he gave you his answer. Mr. Eyesmile at his finest.

“we talk for a little, then we just go silent. that or someone ends up apologizing for some reason.” “i’m sor-”

you cut yourself off since you just proved his statement true. the both of you looked at each other and shared a few chuckles.

“i guess it’s true, but i don’t mean to make things awkward. i’m just not sure what to say sometimes.”

silence fell over you once again. not as awkward as before though. it was more of a pondering silence. thinking of how you could make the most of this situation.

“what’s your favorite color?” “what?” “your favorite color. what is it? you said you weren’t always sure what to say, so i thought maybe i could take over the talking part. so i’ll ask again, what’s your favorite color?”

and to think he was the one who called you sweet. you almost forgot your favorite color for a moment, but you regained control of your consciousness.

“red.” “that’s a nice color. mine’s blue, kinda basic, but hey, a favorite color is a favorite color, right? anyways, now it’s your turn to ask me a question. ask away.”

what to say? there’s no way you could mess this up. just start off simple. should be easy enough.

“any nicknames i should know about? Jaemin and i usually call each other hoes or bitches. occasionally dipshit would be used, but that’s just us. what about you?”

your comments caused Jeno’s laughter to echo through the room. you could listen to that laugh for days. it was like music to your ears. just knowing that you were a cause of happiness for him made you feel like you were doing god’s work. you were on top of the world at the moment.

“well, most people on the baseball team call me no jam and that spread to like the rest of the school. i live a boring life compared to them.” “i don’t think you’re boring. i’m having fun talking to you right now. if you didn’t know how to speak to people, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” “that’s quite nice of you, but i don’t disagree with them. i don’t go out and do cool things with them. i kinda just stay home and try to read over notes. i probably should’ve mentioned this before, but chemistry isn’t my best subject. and you’re like a genius so, sorry if i slow you down or anything,”

you didn’t believe any of the things he said about himself just now. he certainly didn’t seem boring when he was around you, nor did he seem slow at chemistry. if chemistry was his worst subject, then he must be an excelling in everything else since he seemed to have pretty good grades in this class. not the best, but they were certainly above the average.

“just because you like to go over things from school, doesn’t mean you’re boring. it just means you’re smart. your grades sure show it, and you wouldn’t be on the varsity team if you weren’t. so what if you’re lacking a little in chemistry compared to other subjects? you’re still doing really well. and if you ever need any help with chemistry or anything, you can always ask me.” “that’s probably the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. i’ll be sure to come to you for help since you’re quite the intellectual. have you ever thought about coaching the team? with that pep talk and those arms, you’d make a pretty good one.”

another set of laughter erupted throughout the room. you enjoyed this plenty, and Jeno seemed to be content as well. you couldn’t ask for anything more.

“alright, next question…”

the rest of lunch continued like this. you two having little conversations and asking each other questions when things went dry to continue talking. fourth period came by quickly and people started to fill into the room and sit with their assigned partners. Jaemin walked in to see a pleasant surprise. as soon as you two made eye contact, he had that same grin on his face. you knew he was thinking of even more ways to annoy you. you rolled your eyes and waited for instructions from the teacher.

a few minutes later he placed a few materials on your desk. there was a coffee filter, a funnel, an empty beaker, a beaker labeled sodium carbonate, and a graduated cylinder with a label of copper sulfate. his instructions were to mix the liquids, filter them, and write on a seperate sheet of paper what type of chemical reaction took place in this experiment. extra credit was an option if you knew what type of mixture the product was, you already knew the answers to the questions just by looking at the materials in front of you, but you decided to be patient. for Jeno.

you successfully completed the mixed the two substances together and filtered the product of them. now you were on to the questions. you were half way done with the first question and were ready to answer the extra credit question when you looked over to see what progress Jeno had made. his paper was blank and he seemed slightly confused.

“you doing okay there, Jeno?” “i honestly forgot the answer to the question. there’s me being slow again.” “hey, it’s fine. remember what i said about coming to me if you needed help?” “sorry, i just don’t want to slow you down or anything.” “we have plenty of time. i’ll give you a hint: it’s another word for when it’s raining”

as soon as you gave out that hint, a lightbulb suddenly lit up in his mind. i guess that did help.

“precipitate! gee, y/n, you really are a genius. thanks, i wouldn’t be able to remember that on my own.”

he’s called you a genius too many times today. and too many times today has he brought the same blush to your face as he spoke to you. this day ended up better than you thought.

“i-it’s no problem really. how about we work on that extra credit problem together, yeah?” “sounds like a plan.”

you two finished writing your responses to the first problem, and moved on to the next. you both came to an agreement of the product being a heterogenous mixture. after you finished writing your answers, you turned in your papers, and continued the conversation from lunch. from then, the rest of the period went by quite fast.

after everyone completed the assignment, the teacher gave out the project for the quarter and assigned some of it to be done for homework. the project was to choose any element, make a model model of it, and write a short paper about it’s properties and why it has those particular properties. you and Jeno had already decided on krypton and had already split up the work. you had a feeling that this project would be a breeze.

the bell rung and everyone was ready to go home. Jeno picked up his backpack and walked up to you before heading out the door. what he had to say to you next, had your heart picking up it’s pace one more time that day.

“you should come and watch my baseball game next week. i’d be glad to see you there.” “i’d love to go! when is it?” “next friday, i’ll text you the details later. hope to see you there!”

left speechless once again, you stayed glued to your spot as you watched Jeno walk out the door. as soon as he crossed the threshold, you were finally able to take a breath. you had a lot to think about this week. you turned to face Jaemin, still unable to contain his giddiness. you had a notebook in your hand, ready to knock some sense into him for what bullshit quip that was about to come out of his mouth.

“i guess you guys have some... chemistry with each oth- oww! hey stop that!”

~~~~~

the week went by dreadfully slowly. it may be because of the lack of crimes this week, but it was mostly because you were highly anticipating seeing Jeno play on the field on friday. you grew quite impatient waiting for friday to come.

your relationship with him has grown at an exponentially since that day you conversed in the chemistry classroom for the duration at lunch. every time he saw you walk by in the hallway, he made sure to greet you with a wave and that dazzling smile. you always made sure to reciprocate his actions. you two talked in class regularly and texted more frequently. your conversations mainly consisted of finishing the project, but occasionally you two would exchange a few off topic questions.

friday rolled around eventually, and you were more jittery than usual. you woke up quite easily that morning, finding yourself in a chipper mood as you received a text that morning from Jeno.

eyesmile:) -good morning y/n! -the game starts at 5 today -can’t wait to see you there (:

and you couldn’t wait to be there. you were ecstatic to even be associated with the boy, so being invited to his game personally, by him, was surreal. you were walking on clouds the whole day and you only stopped when Jaemin had to pull you down. for that, you were both irritated and thankful.

“i get it. you’re whipped, but we aren’t in chemistry just yet. if i were you, i’d start paying attention to our single-and-salty math teacher. she’s been pretty hostile recently.” “you’re probably right, but i’ll take my chances. if she’s the one teaching, i’m bound to learn better from the textbook. just let me live a little. i’ve been waiting all week for today.” “haven’t we all? it’s like the night of your dreams. in all seriousness though, if he hurts you, i won’t hesitate to be the one swinging a bat at some balls.” “bro, chill. Jeno couldn’t hurt a fly. you know this.” “i know, i know. i just gotta look out for my bestie since it’s your first-” “Na Jaemin! i can and will hold you back for another class period if you don’t keep your mouth shut!” “sorry ma’am.”

the class let out a short chuckle, but was soon cut of by a very troubled math teacher. that woman was going through some things she needed to sort out. you couldn’t help but let out a laugh yourself after seeing Jaemin’s face develop a deep red shade. you stopped laughing after you realized that you would be in the same position as him soon, having Mr. Eyesmile to deal with next period. the mere thought left butterflies fluttering all throughout your chest, as a giddy smile grew on your facial features.

“i know you’re a genius that could probably teach yourself these concepts in your sleep, but to everyone else, precalc is a bitch. i can barely spell trigonometry, so help me finish this packet.” “okay, geez, don’t have to be so pushy.”

Jaemin finishing his math packet soon turned into eating lunch, which soon turned into sitting in fourth period next to Jeno himself. you finally got the chance to physically interact with him, not just let your imagination make up scenarios in your head.

the two of you exchanged greetings, each paired with soft smiles that lasted the rest of the period. chemistry went by quite briskly compared to the rest of the day. you suppose that time does tend to play games with your likes and dislikes, and Jeno was the cause of your infatuation, so your time together seemed almost finite. if only you had more time to spend.

in the short time spent with Jeno this class period, you two managed to complete the paper about your project element, and decided to meet up to work on the model. you were quick to agree with the suggestion. if it meant spending time with him, you were happy to oblige. shortly after discussing project matters, the bell rang and it was time for school to end for the day.

“bye y/n, see you at the game tonight?” “definitely. see you there.”

as soon as you got home, you bolted straight to your bedroom and started digging through your closet, barely catching a glimpse of the nightstand at your bedside. you were much more focused on your attire. what do people wear to baseball games?

this was the first time you were invited to an event by anyone besides Jaemin. and the fact that the person who requested you to come was the person you’ve been fawning over for years now, was utterly nerve-racking.

you were digging through your closet for at least half an hour before you finally were set on an outfit suitable for the occasion. it took a few breathing exercises and a couple of video calls to Jaemin, but you managed to pull through. you wore a plain white shirt that was tucked into the light-wash denim that hugged your legs. they were decorated with a few holes and tears which Jaemin insisted was ‘a part of the look.’ a red plaid flannel covered your arms and hung loosely around your figure as you began to lace up your black high tops. comfortable. Nana really seems to know what he’s doing.

what’s missing though? looking into the mirror, you were quite pleased with what was displayed on your body. as you looked more closely though, you felt uncomfortable, as if you lacked something that could potentially make it better. your eyes continued to wander as the landed once again, on that nightstand. the thin, black rimmed glasses were pulling you towards them.

picking them up, you inspected their condition. just the way you left them. you pulled the glasses up to your face, tucking the temples behind your ears and pushing the bridge up and settling it comfortably upon your nose. your eyes found their way back to the mirror as you observed your figure once more. you found that the glasses framed your face quite nicely and complemented your features. now the look was complete.

“good choice dad, but did you choose them for you or me? i look pretty good.”

i wish you were here to see how they looked though.

a jolt was sent throughout your body as a loud buzzing sound emitted from your phone. alarmed and slightly panicking, you rush to get your hands on the device. of all the times this could’ve happened this week it happens now? thanks universe, you’re an asshole.

you checked the time as you suited up. 4:15. i could probably make it in an hour. right?

~~~~~

wrong. so, so wrong. apparently, there was some unusual activity taking place in a warehouse on the other side of the city. you were upset when you saw that it was empty inside and no one was there, but then again, you were so, very wrong.

bam. hit. whack. another. this guy had came out of nowhere and was tougher than a few bank robbers by a landslide. seeing how fast he moved and how strong he was, he almost seemed like you. that’s impossible though. how could he be like you? you were the only one right?

another hit knocked you out of your thoughts. that one being right in your stomach followed once again to a blow straight to your face. this was not going well. you needed to come up with a plan and fast.

zooming to the top level of the warehouse, you barely got away from the very unfriendly stranger. your mind was racing as you attempted to come up with a plan hiding behind the large crates that were scattered all around the top floor.

the time for coming up with a plan was running out as the stranger bashed through the boxes left and right in attempts to find you. soon he was right in front of the cluster of crates you hid behind and was about to strike.

crash. before he was able to obliterate the boxes, you used all your strength and chucked the heaviest one you could find at him, leaving him stunned for a few seconds. grabbing another large crate, you aimed it at him once more, then another, and then another.

you then lunged at him with all your might, aiming a punch right at his face. you jabbed and kicked repeatedly until you were finally able to pin him down.

“who are you and what business do you have here?”

before you could ask any future questions he quickly turned you over and slammed you on the ground, leaving you writhing in pain. this is definitely gonna be worse than the bank robbery.

he bolted straight to the window nearest him, but before he could exit, he turned to you.

“this isn’t the last you’ll see if me.”

and with that, he made his great escape, leaving you dumbfounded on the floor of an abandoned warehouse far from home. you felt you were about to have a panic attack.

what the hell am i supposed to do now? some random dude with powers just like mine is after me now. you would be sure to tell Jaemin about you new arch enemy later, but right now you had to get a grip.

various attempts to calm yourself down had failed. you began pacing and were close to hyperventilating at this point. if anyone were to walk into this warehouse to see you, they’d assume you belonged in a mental hospital.

alright, just breathe. calm down. think happy thoughts like umm… mom and dad? no that’ll make me sad. Jaemin? no he’ll be worried sick about me when he sees me. this is probably the worst i’ve ever been. Jeno? Jeno. oh my gosh Jeno!

you were so immersed in battle you had completely forgot about the game he invited you to. an uneasy feeling pooled at the pit of your stomach. what if he hated you for not coming?

you flew across the city at the speed of light. you didn’t care that you were still in your torn up suit. you had to see Jeno and apologize for ditching. you’d hate yourself if he hated you.

dashing through the city, you headed straight for your school. you didn’t notice anything going on around you. no time to see what was happening. what you did know was that you’ve never wanted to be at school so fast.

~~~~~

with heavy breaths and sore muscles, you finally reach the baseball field. it was nearing nine and the game was long over. the bleachers were empty and the whole place was void of people. except for one.

and that person was none other than Lee Jeno. he was on his lonesome, the only person on the field. you could see that his the back of his uniform, that was slightly scuffed up from the game that took place earlier, and large numbers that read 23 spread across his back.

his form was beautiful, no need for practice. after every swing the bill of his cap would tip up toward the sky, as if he was looking at the ball soar through the air if he made a home run. though you could only see the back of his figure, he looked absolutely stunning under the lights of the field. a true star he was.

he still hadn’t noticed you balanced on the fence behind him, being quite focused on his form and shifting every time a swing felt off. this isn’t quite what you came here for, but you couldn’t help but admire his being.

“that’s quite a swing you’ve got there. have a good game?”

anyone could tell he was beyond surprised after you started speaking. the way he dropped his bat and turned his head so quickly in your direction, he was sure to have whiplash. the look on his face was priceless. he was staring wide-eyed and stood so still seeing your presence. you had to let out a giggle.

“y-you’re-” “yep, it’s me.”

you always found it amusing to see people’s reactions in seeing you for the first time, but this by far, was the most entertaining encounter you’ve had.

“is there a reason you’re here? i mean, you look like you’ve been pretty busy. probably saving the city or something.” “well, while i was out getting my ass handed to me, i heard there was a baseball game going on here and thought i’d be able to see it before it ended. that explains my look. and judging by the way your swings are, you must’ve had a good game.”

he let out a breathy laugh. though he was still smiling, you could see the way his face dropped slightly. even under the shade of his cap his features were blinding. seeing this caused you heart to drop a little as well.

“i did catch a few outfield, but they never put me up to bat. we won though! i just was expecting someone to see it.”

i’m the worst person in the world. a pang of guilt hit you straight in the chest. you were already upset at the fact that they didn’t let them bat. his swing would certainly help the team win more games. you were more upset though, when Jeno said he wished you were there to watch. if only he knew how much you wanted to be there.

“y/n, right? that’s the friend you were expecting?” “yeah, how’d you know? are you guys like friends or something?” “Jeno right? Lee Jeno? you’re the one who invited her?” “that’s me.”

wow, i’m really doing this right now. how long am i supposed to keep this up? you knew what you were doing didn’t make any sense, but being behind that mask at the moment, made you a whole different person to him. you had so much you could say to him as your superhero-self. it was kind of fun.

“i’ve ran into her a few times. she runs into quite some trouble. she told me about wanting to come to this baseball game, but something came up.” “that makes sense i suppose. she seemed like she had some business to take care of before she came to Jaemin’s house one night.” “like i said, she gets into some trouble. trust me, you wouldn’t believe what she gets into. anyways, she’s probably off doing something crazy right now so i’ll be off.” “interesting. well, if you happen to see her again, do you mind telling her that it’s okay that she wasn’t able to come to this game? maybe the next one?”

luckily, your mask was able to hide the blush on your face. it would’ve been quite evident if it wasn’t on. though you did wonder why the boy wasn’t irritated by your absence, you were glad he didn’t hate you. he even invited you to the next of his games. which you were surely anticipating on going to without having to miss out on due to crime alert.

“yeah, will do. see you around Lee Jeno.”

you turned on your heels and were just about to leave when he said something once more. something so unexpected, you almost didn’t realize he said it.

“also, could you tell y/n that we should work on finishing the project when she’s not busy saving the city?” “yeah, sur- wait what? you knew? how’d you find out? how long have you known?”

cover: blown. blown to smithereens. you never thought he’d find out, at least not this fast. now you were positive you did a lousy job keeping secrets. it was probably the terrible excuses you came up with. how could anyone believe them? how embarrassing.

“i kinda just figured, it wasn’t too hard to piece things together. you lifting up those heavy boxes, cutting class right as a bank robbery took place, those wounds on your face after the robbery, the same wounds completely healed the day after. this just confirms my suspicions though. i know what your voice sounds like you know?” “well, so much for keeping that a secret.” “also, Jaemin has a big mouth.” “oh my god, what did he say to you?” “he never really said anything, just that you’ve always been his superhero since you were toddlers. i didn’t really get it until now. i also overheard your conversation before i came in the room with the tylenol.”

i’m gonna kill him. then, when he’s dead, i’ll bring him back to life and kill him again. that’ll get the message across. really well.

“it really wasn’t his fault though, i guessed on my own.” “Jaemin is really lucky you said that because he’d be six feet under right now. i also have other things to stress about.” “if you’re worried about me exposing your identity or something, don’t be. i think i’m pretty good at keeping secrets. after all you never found out about the crush i had on you.”

now you were really thankful about keeping the mask on your face. though you couldn’t see yourself, you knew you were probably as red as the blood staining your uniform. you would’ve melted to a puddle on the spot if you could, but you were in front of Jeno and had to get a hold of yourself. does he even know how i’m feeling right now? he can’t be saying these kind of things!

“you had a crush on me? i had a crush on you! it’s been like since sixth grade, but we never really interacted at all so i just thought it would be weird.” “no! no, definitely not. i thought you were so cool and pretty i just didn’t feel like you wanted to associate with me, but now that i know we’ve felt the same way all these years, it’s… nice. in a weird way, kind of dumb, but still nice.”

now you were back to that all too familiar silence. what were you supposed to say? you just found out that your crush shared mutual feelings with you after all these years, it just took all the words out of your mouth put all the emotions in your body. then, of course, as always, Jeno had managed to put together the words that you couldn’t find.

“so, how about i take you on a date sometime soon? it’ll be fun. promise.”

though the most evident answer that would come from you was a definite yes, you wanted to mess around a little bit. just for the fun of it. he did fool you into thinking he wasn’t aware of your hero life.

“how are you so sure about that? aren’t you called no jam for a reason?”

the two of you shared a chuckle, and that wonderful eyesmile was visible again. you swear they shone brighter than any of the giant lights surrounding the field. even under the shade of his baseball cap. you two began to walk towards the gates of the fence and continued to exit the field.

“you got me there, but i’ll be sure make it the best day of your life.”

now you had to say yes. the two of you continued walking next to each other, exiting campus with matching grins from ear to ear. even though your suit was tattered and scraped, and your muscles ached and burned, this was unquestionably a moment to savor and you didn’t plan on forgetting about it for a while.

“but first let’s get you cleaned up. those had to hurt.”

fin

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