A/N: Short little drabble about Tom, you and your two kids, Enjoy! Part 2Part 3
“Tom can you please help him get his shoes on while I dress Emilia?”,I yelled from the bedroom but got no answer.
“Alright sweetheart. We’re gonna go see what our men are doing.”,I said picking her up and walked towards the entrance just to stop at the bathroom. There they were. Father and son, infront of the mirror, each of their faces covered in shaving cream. While Tom was holding a real razor, little Ben was stroking a ruler across his face and was scraping the shaving cream off his face with it. I couldn’t hold back a chuckle when I saw both of them.
“Dada!”,Emilia yelled and leaned forwards, her arms wide open, trying to get ahold of her dad.
“What can I say? I’m a ladies man.”,he said grinning proudly while taking Emilia and I rolled my eyes.
“Baby what are you doing?”,I asked Ben and he looked at me in the mirror.
“I’m shaving my beard! Like Dad.”,he answered as if it was the most normal thing to do for a five year old.
“Well but you see if you two keep shaving what you don’t have, we’re gonna be late for the Hogwarts express.”,I told him and his eyes went wide.
“Dad! Why didn’t you tell me!”,he yelled and I stepped in laughing. I took a towel and crouched down to be on his level.
“Come on. Wash your face and put your shoes on.”, I told him after wiping the shaving cream off his face.
He splashed his face with water and dried it as fast as he could before storming out of the bathroom. Meanwhile Emilia was tugging her Dads hair in every direction possible.
“Alright princess. Let’s get you buckled up.”,I said while taking her over and shot him a warning glare.
“Speed up, Spiderling.”
Suddenly he squinted his eyes and grabbed my wrist to pull me towards him and placed a kiss on my lips, smearing the left over shaving cream across my face.
“Doesn’t Mommy look gorgeous Emilia?”,he asked her and she laughed at her fathers facial expressions.
“I hate you.”,I whined while wiping away the shaving cream.
“I know.”,he grinned into the mirror and kept shaving his stupid face.
We were all driving to Kings Cross station because today was September 1st. It has been a family thing of ours to drive there every year on this day to enjoy some Harry Potter magic. After that the grandparents would take the kids and we would have the day off.
I was holding Toms cap and sunglasses in my lap while he drove us all to our adventure.
“Mommy are we going to meet Harry today?”,Ben asked and I chuckled.
“I don’t know. You gotta ask Grannie if she knows him.”,I told him and his eyes filled with excitement. Even though Tom suggested to ask Daniel Radcliff to come over one time to surprise the kids, I told him no. They should be treated as any kid on that station today. Also imagening to meet Harry Potter was a lot more fun than having the actor play the character. The kids imaginations were endless.
Meanwhile Tom took my Hand into his and placed a kiss on top of my hand. He glanced over for a second and smiled at me which made me smile back.
“Moooom Emilia is eating her shirt again!”, Ben said suddenly and I looked over my shoulder to see the front of her shirt wet.
“That’s called drooling Ben. Can you wipe her mouth with this, please?”,I said while giving him a napkin and he nodded. I watched him help his sister out with a smile on my face.
“Gentle. Yep, good job. Thank you, my Prince.”,I said and he bowed his head.
“You’re welcome, my queen.”, he answered and made me laugh wholeheartedly.
“Where’d you get that?”,I asked still chuckling and he smiled proudly.
“From the king!”
“Oh gosh.”,I said and layed my hand on Toms shoulder who was grinning mischievously.
Arriving at Kings Cross it was nearly impossible for us to slow down Ben. He was all over the place talking to people and getting them excited too.
“Please don’t give them too much sweets. They’ll be hyperactive the whole night.”,I asked their grandparents.
“Let that be our concern, sweetheart.”,Nicola said while Dominic just shrugged his shoulders smiling in the back.
“Mum…”,Tom added but she ignored him.
“You two go before you end up in the middle of fans. I’ll be bringing them back tomorrow evening. You’re time starts…now.”,she said while tapping on her watch and I could bet that Tom was rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.
“Alright Ma. Keep'em safe.”,he said his goodbye and leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek and I gave her a quick hug.
“Be good to grannie and grandad alright? Ben?”,I said but he wasn’t really listening.
“Take her away Tom. Or we’ll be here all day.”,Nicola said and waved us off while Tom took my hand and pulled me gently to the exit.
“They should be in bed by 8. Don’t forget to give Ben his medicine!”,I said while walking backwards and Tom layed his arm around me.
“They’re not doing this for the first time, remember?”,he chuckled into my ear and I playfully hit his shoulder before I waved at our kids, leaving them behind.
“Yeah. I do too.”,he said, placed a kiss on my temple and we walked out of the place where Harry Potter would be dropping his kids off today too.
Disclaimer: this is my very first Peter Parker imagine so please be kind 😬
Request: reader is in the decathalons and has a crush on Peter. She doesn’t think he feels the same way so she says yes when someone else asks her to Homecoming. But little does she know, he actually does like her. (Includes jealous Peter!)
I look up at the clock and sigh as the minute hand reads 15 minutes. This is the fourth time that Peter has been late to our decathalons meeting. Nationals are just around the corner and he keeps doing this. My hope of him asking me to Homecoming fades away each time he pulls the same stunt.
A repetitive tapping of a pen brings me back. It stops. “Okay, we’re going to start this meeting without Peter”, Liz says, annoyed. We go over a few things to further prep us then we begin practicing.
As our responses quicken, the remaining member of our team finally shows up. “I’m so sorry I’m late”, he says out of breath.
“Peter”, our teacher calls. He pulls him over to the side, most likely to lecture him. My attention shifts from Liz to Peter. I watch his face instantly fill with guilt.
“If he did want to be a part of this team, he’d show up on time”, Flash mutters. I look away from Peter. “Guys like that will keep on disappointing.”
I try to keep myself from getting worked up by Flash’s words. I would defend Peter but Flash has a point. I let out a sigh. Homecoming with him is most likely out of the question. Heck, it isn’t even a possibility.
“It’s just the Stark internship it’s-”
“Honestly Parker, who are you kidding? Cut the lies”, Flash says angrily.
My eyes go back to Peter and his lips just shut. No words. I wish he could come up with a better excuse, or to be honest about where he is. I look down.
“Hey, Y/N. Homecoming is coming up after nationals and I’ve been thinking..would you like to go with me?” Flash asks. His tone soft now.
It’s not like Peter has a crush on me anyway. I look up and smile. “Yeah, sure.”
“Guys, we have to focus, okay?” Liz reminds me and Flash.
“Yes Liz. I apologize, I’m just really excited about Homecoming!” Flash beams.
“Alright Flash.” Liz shakes her head and continues on with the questions.
We finish and our teacher lets us know that Peter is out. He really does keep on disappointing.
“He already quit band and-” Michelle gets cut off by Peter’s death stare.
The other members make their way out. Flash comes up to me with a huge smile on his face. “Today is the best day of my life! I’m going to Homecoming with you and now I’m taking Peter’s place! Can life get any better than this?” He hugs me and I catch Peter’s expression in this very moment.
He looks heartbroken. Flash makes his way out and Peter’s eyes follow him. His brows furrowed.
“Sorry to hear that you won’t be a part of the decathalons anymore”, I say. His head snaps in my direction, anger no longer present. “It’s a shame, I liked having you on the team.”
He gives me a small smile. “Nice to know at least one person enjoyed having me around. Seems like everyone else hates my guts.” His head hangs low.
He sighs. “Even Ned.”
“I mean, you were given a huge opportunity so it doesn’t hurt to take it on. I get it. You got to do you. I wish you all the best with it.” I grab my bag and head out.
He takes a few seconds to continue. “Are you actually going to Homecoming with..Flash?” I question the expression he makes as he says Flash’s name.
“I never thought I would, but yeah.”
“Are you sure? I mean, it’s Flash we’re talking about.”
“I’m sure, it’s not like anyone else was going to ask me so…” I instantly regret letting that slip.
Silence comes forth. I look at him and it seems as though he’s choked up.
“Are you okay Peter?”
“Yeah. I just-I got to go”, he says and books it. And just like that, he’s gone.
I try to get Peter off my mind but I’m reminded just before lunch. As I make my way to my locker I see him, still with that expression he had earlier. I unlock my locker to put my books away and grab my lunch but something stops me in my tracks.
I overhear Peter talk – well more like rant to Ned. “I can’t believe Y/N is going to Homecoming with Flash! Of all people! Does he even like her? Ugh, I swear if he hurts her or treats her wrong I will-” I turn my head slightly in their direction and freeze as I see that water has now formed in Peter’s eyes.
“Just take a deep breath. Maybe she’ll change her mind. Or maybe you should’ve asked her when you had the chance, I don’t know.” Ned shrugs.
Peter lets out a long sigh. The tears still on the rims of his sad puppy eyes.
“Look, I know it sucks but just remember I’m here for you”, Ned says as he places a hand on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in then releases it. “Thanks Ned. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I turn my head back and stand at my locker in shock. Eyes wide, jaw dropped. Good thing no one can see my face right now. I take a few seconds to grasp whether or not that actually happened. Peter likes me. Peter. Likes. Me.
I’m alive! Here’s a oneshot inspired by the song “If I Could Tell Her” from Dear Evan Hansen. I highly encourage you to listen to the song. Please enjoy!
“Girl, you’ve got to try to pull yourself together,” Alya frowned from the other side of Marinette’s phone screen. “Adrien’s your friend. It shouldn’t have been that hard to ask him to go to the movies with you. He definitely would’ve said yes if you asked, but instead…”
“But instead, I panicked and ended up tripping down the stairs,” Marinette sighed. She blew a stray piece of hair out her face, but it fell right back into place. Marinette decided to let it stay there. The day left her too exhausted to bother with anything else. Not only did she fall down the stairs before asking Adrien to the movies, but she also knocked Chloe over and took them both for a tumble. She wasted the next hour of her life listening to Chloe rant while accompanying her to the nurse to make sure neither of them were injured. In short, it had been a terrible day.
Marinette sighed again. “Alya, I thought I was gonna be able to do it this time. I spent almost three hours practicing last night, but when I faced the real thing… I just seized up.”
“But you’ve been doing so well lately. I’ve caught you two having normal conversations between class.”
“It’s fine when we’re talking about schoolwork, but when I try to act on my feelings, my mind turns to mush. I get so nervous. There are so many things I want to tell him, but they all jumble together and I can hardly muster a coherent sentence. My heart starts beating so fast that my body can’t keep up. Everything goes weak and suddenly, I’m unable to act normal anymore.”
Alya laughed, wishing she was with Marinette in person so she could give the poor girl a hug. “You’ve got the love bug bad!” Alya smiled. “And that’s not a bad thing, but if you want to have a chance with Adrien, you’ve got to overcome it. Don’t be nervous around him. He’s just Adrien after all.”
“Just Adrien?” Marinette sputtered, nearly dropping her phone. “Adrien Agreste, the kindest, smartest, and most handsome boy Paris has ever known? How is a klutz like me supposed to act around that?”
“He’s not some superhero or demigod. He’s a normal guy so there’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re not a klutz either. You’re just Marinette! And if Adrien doesn’t love that then maybe he isn’t the right guy for you.”
“I hope you’re wrong otherwise I’ll have to rework my entire life plan,” Marinette giggled. Her smile then turned to a slight frown as a different thought crossed her mind. “But I’ll never know if he’s the right one or not if I never tell him how I feel.”
“Good thing you’ve still got plenty of time to tell him.” Alya gave Marinette a hopeful grin. The school year wasn’t over yet. Each day was a new opportunity to make some progress with Adrien. “Remember what we talked about before?” Alya continued. “Baby steps. And speaking of babies, I’ve got to get back to babysitting. The twins are shouting for dinner so I should get cooking. Catch you later!”
“Bye!” Marinette said as the call ended. She dropped her phone onto her desk and groaned. “I’m a mess…” she mumbled under her breath.
“No, you’re not!” Tikki shouted as she emerged from behind Marinette’s chair. “Everything Alya said is right! You need to figure out how to tell Adrien how you feel! There’s no need to be nervous!”
“Funny how everyone’s an expert in love tonight,” Marinette said as she got out of her chair. She grabbed a blanket off her bed and slung it over her shoulders. “I’m going out to the balcony for a bit,” she told Tikki. “Wanna join me?”
Tikki let out a huge yawn. “No thanks,” the kwami replied tiredly. “I’m exhausted after the day we had today.”
“Tell me about it. I don’t want to hear Chloe’s voice for at least another year. Get some rest then. I need some fresh air to clear my head. I’ll come back inside soon.”
As Tikki headed to bed, Marinette went up to the balcony. The air outside was slightly cold, but it felt refreshing. The sun set an hour or so ago so the sky was dark and dotted with stars. The streets below still bustled, but above everything felt quiet. Marinette leaned against the metal railing as she watched Paris’s nightlife spring alive. Moments like this made all her worries feel small. Even at night, Paris kept moving and when seeing it action, how could Marinette think about anything else?
Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette spotted a shadow dart across the buildings across the street. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a closer look. “Could that be…?” she wondered as leaned over the railing. “There’s only one person who could be out roaming the skyline at this time of night.”
The shadow disappeared, leaving Marinette puzzled. “Where did he go?” she thought, craning her neck to peer across the street. “He was there just a second ago.”
“Surprise, Princess!” a voice shouted from behind her.
Marinette jumped as the blanket fell off her shoulders. She swiveled around to find Chat Noir standing behind her, hands proudly on his hips and tail whisking back and forth. “You scared me!” Marinette yelled, putting her hand over her beating heart. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Chat Noir grinned cheekily. “I saw you outside and thought it would be rude not to drop by and say hello. Besides, who doesn’t like a special visit from their favorite superhero?”
“That’s quite an assumption you’re making,” Marinette smiled, now matching Chat Noir’s pose. “Who says you’re my favorite?”
“I’m only joking. Of course, you’re my favorite, but don’t tell Ladybug I said that.”
“Your secret’s safe with me!”
There was a brief moment of silence before Chat Noir spoke again. “Are you doing alright?” he asked, almost in a whisper. Marinette met his eyes which to her surprise were filled with concern. She was slightly taken aback. Chat Noir didn’t often act seriously like this. It was different. What spurred the sudden worry?
“I’m fine…” Marinette answered. Her gaze drifted to the floor. “Well,” she began again. “I guess today wasn’t the best day I’ve ever had, but there isn’t much I can do about that.”
Chat Noir took a seat on the balcony’s railing. “Tell me about,” he said. “I’ve got time to listen.” With a carefree and kind smile like his, Marinette couldn’t refuse. Besides, she had time to burn too.
Marinette let her back hit the railing and then sank down to her knees. She tossed the blanket over them before starting her story. “I tried to invite the boy I like to the movies today, but it didn’t go so well,” she explained. “I got nervous again and ended up falling down the stairs. To make matters worse, I knocked into Chloe which sent her into a frenzy. I ended up looking like an idiot again. At this rate, I don’t think he’ll ever talk to me again, let alone go to the movies with me.”
“You have someone you like?” Chat Noir asked, his ears perking up.
Marinette raised an eyebrow. “Out of everything in my story, that’s what you picked up on?” she said, pretending to be sarcastic while holding back giggles. “Why? Are you jealous?”
Chat Noir shook his head. “No… I just didn’t know. If you don’t mind me asking, who is he?”
For reasons Marinette didn’t know, Chat Noir visibly stiffened. There was something in his eyes that Marinette couldn’t discern. Surprise, anxiety, and a spark of something else. She tapped his knee, bringing him back to life like a wind-up toy newly wound. He ran his hand through his hair before looking at her. Chat Noir softly smiled as he asked, “Is that so?”
Marinette rolled her eyes. “Hard to believe, I know. We’re not exactly a perfect match. He’s a popular, perfect model while I’m clumsy Marinette. One might say we’re polar opposites.”
“But they also say opposites attract,” Chat Noir added, proud of his joke. “I don’t think you two sound that different. Maybe he’s not as perfect as you think…”
“Well, of course, he’s not perfect perfect, but he’s perfect to me.” Marinette’s cheeks glowed pink which was hardly noticeable against the dark backdrop of night. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of him.
“Why do you think he’s perfect?” Chat Noir pressed further. “I mean, nobody’s perfect and perfection isn’t a reason to fall in love with someone.” Marinette detected bitterness in his words as if he had this conversation with others before. His blonde locks covered his eyes so Marinette couldn’t read his expression. Yet, Marinette could read his body language and it was obvious something she said struck a chord with him.
“He’s perfect because of all the reasons I love him,” Marinette smiled. She leaned over and rested her head against Chat Noir’s dangling leg. “I always have trouble finding the words when I with him, but if I could tell him… I’d have so much to say. I keep them all locked inside, unsaid, but someday I’ll tell him how I feel. I’d tell him all the reasons I love him.”
“You could tell me.”
Marinette and Chat Noir turned to each other, both stunned. Chat Noir waved his arms, panicking. “Y-you could tell me as practice!” he stammered. “It might be good to get it all out with someone else first! That way it’s easier to tell him later! That’s what I meant!” His tail waved fervently, not hiding his anxiousness. A nervous Chat Noir was a new picture for Marinette, but she liked it. It was oddly adorable.
“I don’t mind,” Marinette shrugged. “I’ve never had the chance to talk about it with anyone but Alya. It’s kinda embarrassing though so you can’t tell anyone else.”
“You have this cat’s word.”
“Alright…” Marinette took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts. Reasons she loved Adrien? There were so many. It would be best to start at the beginning. “There’s his smile which feels so kind and real. His face lights up when he truly smiles. Not the forced smiles he gives the teachers or Chloe… his real smile is amazing.”
“And there’s the way he tries to stand up for his friends even when he knows the consequences. To be someone of his social standing and talk back to others is dangerous, but he does it anyway. Sometimes it’s in quiet ways. He’ll whisper to Chloe and ask her to knock it off. Sometimes he’ll sneak away and tell a teacher. Sometimes he’ll face others head on. I’ll never forget the time he defended my uncle in front of Chloe. They’re friends so I didn’t think he’d tell her off, but he did. His sense of justice matches even yours, Chat Noir. Adrien will always help a friend in need.”
“Then there’s the way he sneaks silly puns and jokes into conversations. They’re almost too subtle to notice. Whenever he tells a joke, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as if he’s trying to disguise his pride. They’re always corny, but somehow they warm my heart. Adrien’s puns are few and far between, but each one feels special. They’re a sneak peek into his sense of humor.”
“And his laugh… he has the most wonderful laugh. It’s lighthearted and carefree. When he lets himself laugh, he laughs like nobody’s watching. His cheeks turn red as he throws his head back and laughs. When he’s finished, he smiles again. A rare happiness fills his emerald eyes. Whenever I watch him laugh, I feel one step closer to him. I feel like I’ve been allowed to witness something magical.”
Marinette tilted her head up toward the stars. She closed her eyes and smiled. “But the thing I love about him most,” she said, reminiscing the moment when the fire of her love began to first burn. “Is his heart.”
Chat Noir cocked his head, confused. “His heart?” he asked.
Marinette nodded. “He has a good heart. He helps others whenever he can. He’s kind beyond belief. He can remain level-headed when times get tough, but also knows how to makes others feel better. His words encourage others to keep moving forward. His father, though he’s my hero, can be harsh and cold sometimes. Yet, Adrien always manages to stay kind and positive. I know there are moments when he’s feeling down, but he tries to smile for everyone else’s sake. His heart is almost too big for him to bear.
“And the moment I fell in love with him, I couldn’t believe it. It was so sudden and new. I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow his heart reached mine. With only an umbrella and a simple laugh, he captured my heart. It sounds silly to say it out loud. It’s like something out of a movie… ”
“It’s not silly!’ Chat Noir shouted, nearly falling off the railing. His cheeks were just as red as Marinette’s now. The only reason she didn’t notice was because of the darkness and his mask. Chat Noir cleared his throat and swallowed the nerves that were quickly creeping through his entire body. "It’s cute,” Chat Noir smiled. It was a more heartfelt smile, the kind Marinette only saw when he was talking to her as Ladybug.
“Thanks,” Marinette blushed. “But does it all really matter if I don’t tell him? I want to say something, but I can’t do it! I feel so far from him even though he sits right in front of me every day. He’s everything to me, but he has no idea and it’s my fault. If only I could tell him…”
Chat Noir jumped off the railing onto the balcony. He sat down next to Marinette and pulled part of her blanket onto him. She looked surprised but didn’t say anything. “I think…” Chat Noir started as he bit his lip. “Adrien probably has things he wants to tell you too.”
“I doubt it. There’s not really anything that impressive about me. He thinks I’m a good designer but that’s about it,” Marinette pouted. “We’ve never talked about me either. I don’t know how much he could want to say.”
“That’s not true. I think Adrien would say a lot of things,” Chat Noir smiled. “I think he would tell you how he admires the way you stand up to Chloe. You don’t let her push you or anyone else around. Without hesitation, you rise up and take her head on. You’ll defend any friend or stranger because you know it’s the right thing to do.”
“How would you know he’d say something like that?” Marinette asked, one eyebrow raised. “That’s awfully specific…”
“…Adrien and I have… talked before,” Chat Noir said, thinking carefully about his words. “He’s been at the site of quite a few akuma attacks so we’ve had time to chat. He’s mentioned things about you a few times too.”
“He has?!” Marinette’s face lit up like the Eiffel Tower at night. She grabbed Chat Noir’s arm, shaking it eagerly. “Please tell me what he said! Chat Noir, I have to know!”
“Alright!” Chat Noir laughed as Marinette began to calm down. “It’ll have to stay a secret between us though.”
“Okay. Well, he said… he also likes the way you get nervous sometimes, but persevere. He likes the way you trip, stumble, and yes, even fall down the stairs because you always get right back up and keep going. When you make mistakes, it doesn’t paralyze you. You try again. It may take a while, but you always bounce back.”
“Did he say anything else?” Marinette clutched her cheeks, nearly squealing with glee. Her heart was beating so fast, it might pop out of her chest. The thing about herself she often hated Adrien liked? It had to be a miracle. “A-Actually, no nevermind…” she backtracked. She pulled on her hair nervously. “I probably shouldn’t be hearing this since Adrien told you, not me.”
“N-no, no! I’m sure Adrien would be fine with it,” Chat Noir replied, almost as nervous as Marinette. “And he said so many things, I’m trying to pick out the best ones to tell you.” Chat Noir felt himself begin to ramble. Something stirred in his chest. It was similar to how he felt about Ladybug. Usually, he would have stopped to question the feeling. After all, Ladybug was his one true love. But right now, he was so caught up in Marinette he didn’t have time to stop and think.
“Go on then…” Marinette urged him. “What else did Adrien say?”
“He said he likes the way you tie your hair with ribbon into little ponytails. And the way you always match your clothes like an expert designer would. It makes you look even prettier than you normally do.”
“Adrien thinks I’m pretty?”
“Definitely! He also told me he likes the way you’re courageous in the face of danger. You’re a civilian, but you’ve got enough bravery to be a hero all on your own. You want to protect everyone. When an akuma appears, you’re never afraid. You remain calm and think rationally. You always seem to have a plan. It’s incredible. You could rival Ladybug. All in all, he thinks you’re amazing!”
Marinette laughed to herself. “Oh the irony,” she smiled. “I can’t believe Adrien said all those things,” Marinette said aloud. “He’s never mentioned anything before, but I guess I don’t do a great job keeping up conversations with him. I didn’t know he thought about me that way.”
“Maybe he didn’t know how to tell you?” Chat Noir shrugged. “Or maybe he never knew how badly he wanted to tell you,” he thought, his pulse racing.
Marinette hugged her knees to her chest. “Adrien doesn’t seem that far away now. Maybe I’ll try asking him to the movies again tomorrow. Hopefully, he won’t mind if I have another clumsy moment again. But even if I fall down the stairs, I want to get back up and try again.”
“That’s the spirit!” Chat Noir nudged her arm playfully. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Princess. Once you ask, I’m 100% positive he’ll say yes. And I think I overheard that he might be free this Friday afternoon.”
“Thank you, Chat Noir.” Marinette let her head fall onto his shoulder. Chat Noir froze for a moment before slowly running his hand through her hair. It was soft like he expected and smelled like vanilla. He tried to speak, but the words were caught in his throat. Instead, he tried something simpler.
Marinette sat up, making Chat Noir feel a little sad. With a bright smile, Marinette promised, “I’ll put in a good word for you with Ladybug as thanks for tonight. She’s got a great kitty at her side although I don’t think she’s ever doubted that.”
She winked at Chat Noir and rush a familiarity overcame him. It felt too familiar, but Marinette had never shown him that expression as either Adrien or Chat Noir. Where had he seen it before then? Before he could ask her, Marinette stood up and wrapped the blanket in her arms.
“I should probably head inside. It’s getting late and I promised Tikk- I mean my MOM, that I wouldn’t stay out too long.” Marinette coughed, praying Chat Noir hadn’t noticed her slip up.
Chat Noir nodded. “I understand.” He bowed and took Marinette’s hand. Gently, he held it up to his lips, giving it a delicate kiss. “Until next time, princess.” Marinette rolled her eyes with a smile, not surprised by Chat Noir’s suave nature.
He unhooked his baton from his waist and extended it. Chat Noir gave her his signature two-finger salute before bounding into the darkness. Marinette watched his figure disappear behind the buildings. Once he was gone, she headed towards the trapdoor to go back to her bedroom.
But then she stopped. “I wonder who told him I was having a bad day…” Marinette thought. “Maybe it was Adrien… Someone must have asked him to check on me. I’ll have to ask the next time I see that silly cat though. Even without the mask, he can always see right through me.”
With a final look at the night sky, Marinette whispered to herself, “Good night, Chat Noir.” And then she disappeared back into her bedroom, hopeful for tomorrow.
Choose and keep the right people in your life. Associate with people who you want to be like. You’re not going to imitate them, you will learn from them, grow and discover your true voice. Because these kind of people will bring cheerfulness, they will motivate you and tap your back to remind you that you’re on the right track. Creating a positive environment around you attracts success and it makes your vision clearer. It also creates a healing space that fosters growth that opens door for opportunity. Everything will become lighter because positivity brings happiness. So, never waste a space in your life for a negative vibe.
So how about a reader who’s
been friends with Moony when they were little children, but who then got
separated because he went to Hogwarts and she - to Beauxbatons. And then
somewhere around the fifth year she transfers to Hogwarts, and Remus realizes
he has a thing for her but he doesn’t show. So then the Marauders start to hit
on her deliberately in order to make Remus jealous and get him to tell her
about with feelings? Lots of fluff, maybe? Thank you so much in advance! You
are so talented it’s inhuman!
I love love loved this
request!! I tried to write a French accent so I hope I did an okay job, I took
French for six years so I hope my phrases are accurate!
amis: my friends
chère: my dear
be quiet/shut up.
et papa: mommy and daddy.
Y/Nm: your nickname
adjusted your black robes for what seemed to be the hundredth time, missing the
blue of your former uniform. Your mother sent you a comforting look as she
waved one last time before you were being directed towards the Headmaster’s
office where you would be sorted into your Hogwarts house. You were a transfer
student from Beauxbatons, only a month into the school term so you still had
time to catch up in your lessons. Your father had landed a much better job in
London, much closer to Hogwarts so it was decided that it might do your family
some good to turn a new leaf. You nervously sat in front of Dumbledore and another
professor, McGonagall if you recalled correctly.
be nervous dear, now, the sorting hat will determine which house you belong in,
then we’ll have one of the Prefects from that house come and escort you to your
lessons and give you a tour of the school.” He said kindly as you politely
nodded. Ever since your parents told you that you would be switching schools,
you promptly wrote to your best friend, Remus Lupin; you two grew up together
but then once you moved to France you didn’t see each other as often, but you
wrote to each other every week and tried to at least visit him once every year.
You remembered how nervous he was when he told you about his condition, but you
didn’t care that he was a werewolf, he was still your sweet best friend, you were
more worried about his well-being, remembering how the full moons took a toll
on him and you hoped that they were easier to deal with now that he was older. Remus
attended Hogwarts, and you were bursting with excitement at the prospect of
going to school with him. Your nerves seemed to have betrayed you because you
were drawing a blank at which house he belonged to…what if you were placed in a
were knocked out of your thoughts when Dumbledore placed the hat gently on top of
cunning mind…yes very cunning indeed, but extremely witty and creative as well.
We certainly can’t box you in a house with just one of those traits…yes, you’ll
do good in Gryffindor, I can see great bravery in you, not afraid of the
unknown.” Said the hat after a couple of minutes. You saw the witch next to
Miss L/N, looks like you’re in my house. I’ll go find my Prefect and he’ll be
your guide for the day. I’m sure you’ll make Gryffindor proud.” Professor
McGonagall said, and with that she left the office. After a few minutes she
came back, next to her was the familiar face of your favorite, chocolate lover,
lanky best friend.
you exclaimed before hugging him. He chuckled in response, hugging you back.
glad you got sorted into Gryffindor Y/Nm.” He said fondly.
Lupin, today you are in charge of showing Miss L/N around, make her feel
welcomed but I’m sure the latter won’t be a problem.” Dumbledore said, shooting
McGonagall a knowing smile. Remus nodded, his cheeks turning a light shade of
pink while you blushed slightly next to him.
both exited the headmaster’s office, walking in a comfortable silence.
me guess, you completely forgot each house and were slightly panicking while
the hat ominously whispered in your ear?” he said, a goofy smile making its way
on his face.
shut up…but yes, I did. But hey! At leas’ we are in zhe same house!” you
responded, shoving him slightly to the side, as he chuckled.
as you can see the castle is big, not as big as Beauxbatons but still quite
friends back at Beauxbatons would kill me, but I am starting to like Hogwarts a
lot more.” you said softly as you looked around the castle walls, taking in the
moving portraits and the low candlelight that adorned the archways.
wouldn’t say so just yet, our resident dead prankster, Peeves, will have you
singing a different tune I’m sure.” He said as he led you up a long staircase,
warning you of a loose floorboard.
of prankster… didn’t you mention how your best friends were big on pranks? What
did you call yourselves… ah yes, zhe explorerz?”
funny, and it’s marauders.” He said
with a good natured eye roll.
marauderzs, same thing. Either way, I’m looking forwar’ to meeting your amis!”
you said cheerfully.
they don’t scare you off, love.” He added as he led you towards the dining
about ten minutes until lunch, figured we could come a bit earlier. The tables
are divided by each house: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.”
He explained as he pointed to the four long tables, each already set with
countless of silverware, plates and goblets. You both made your way to the Gryffindor table
and soon enough the great hall was filling up with students, all eager to eat
and relax before their afternoon lessons.
were too caught up in your thoughts, and people watching, that you didn’t
notice the three boys that came to sit down next to you and Remus.
we poke her?”
let’s poke the new cute girl Prongs, it’ll be real smooth.”
up, Pads, it’s not like you’re coming up with any good ideas.”
you two stop ogling my best friend?” Remus snapped, glaring at the two boys.
Sirius and James got quiet for a few seconds but then their eyes lit up with
understanding, a smirk making its way on each of their faces. Remus waved them
off and turned to you, tapping your shoulder softly and bringing you back to
these are my friends, Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.” He said
pointing to each of them. They each waved but Sirius and James were on a
mission to get a reaction out of Remus so they each pulled out their charm,
much to Remus’s displeasure.
to meet you, and might I add just how fortunate we are to have you here. Our
very own beauty, our treasure. We shall admire and guard you, I’ll alerts the
right, Sirius.” James said, doing an elaborate bow as Remus rolled his eyes.
Remus wasn’t kidding when he said you were a bit vivante.” You said chuckling slightly. At hearing your accent
Sirius and James smirked even more, shooting a fleeting look towards Remus who
was glaring at them, if looks could kill…
that a French accent I hear?” Sirius asked.
I’m a transferred student from ze magic school in France, Beauxbatons. Did
Remus not tell you?” you answered, smiling as you saw how your goblet refilled
he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even tell us you were coming today.” James said.
would love for her to come, isn’t
that right Moony?” Sirius added with a sly smile.
Merlin’s sake, both of you shut up…” Remus grumbled; he was quite thankful
that you didn’t catch the double meaning behind Sirius’s words seeing as how
you were busy deciding which pastry to choose from.
went on, the boys kept asking you questions about Beauxbatons and how it was
different from Hogwarts, but before you could keep on talking about it, the
bell rang signaling the end of the lunch hour.
on, Y/Nm, we have Potions next.” Remus said kindly as he picked up your bag for
not Moony, we can escort Y/N! Think of us as her handsome bodyguards.” Sirius
offered. Before Remus could object you spoke up.
okay, I love to ‘ear the fun facts Remus has about the castle! Besides I missed
‘im very much.” You said as took his arm and led him towards the exit.
I think we got our job cut out for us. Y/N is definitely into our dear Moony,
and is not shy about showing it, but Moony is a bit more on the shy side of the
looove spectrum.” James pondered out
right, I think operation Vive la France is a go.” Sirius concluding, earning an
approving nod from James as Peter merely watched, shaking his head at his
meddling best friends.
the weeks went by you began to feel at home at Hogwarts, you wrote to your
friends weekly, and your parents were very happy with how well you were
adjusting. Remus was over the moon by how you were settling in and he was
extremely fond of your study dates, although you had never called them that,
but he liked to think of them as dates. Little did he know you felt the same
Y/N! Where are you headed? We’re going to the lake before dinner, we want to
lure out Ollie out.” Sirius called out as he ran to catch up with you in the
Did you name ze giant squid Ollie.”
we did. He’s a Virgo, extremely picky when it comes to snacks…” James trailed
mes amis, but I’m meeting Remus at
the library, he’s been helping me with my Eenglish and I don’t want to be late.”
you said as politely, smiling to yourself by the mere fact of seeing Remus.
really? We’ll join you!” Sirius said brightly, bursting with excitement at the
thought of his and James’s plan finally going into play.
three made your way to the library, James and Sirius whispering to themselves
and eyeing you suspiciously every so often. You simply brushed it off, thinking
that they were simply plotting their next “super-secret” prank. After a few
minutes of walking next to the whispering duo, you all made it to the library,
you guided them towards yours and Remus’s spot, near the back of the library
where there was a fireplace that Remus would light during each of your study
sessions knowing how cold you got.
Remus! I found our friends while I was on my way ‘ere. They insisted on joining
us.” You greeted him and explained why the two marauders were with you.
Y/N, James, Sirius. I’m sure these two were probably incredibly annoying and
for that I apologize.” Remus chuckled.
more annoying zan usual.” You replied, laughing softly.
you both set to work and after a few minutes James coughed three times,
signaling Sirius to put their plan into action, Sirius nodded and so it began.
ma chère, you look lovelier than
ever. Even the reddest rose shrivels in comparison to your beauty.” Sirius said
casually, leaning into your side, taking a hold of your hand. At his actions
Remus’ eyebrows shot up, almost dropping the quill he was writing with.
you, but you should really go back to your essay if you want to finish it.” you
answered politely. Remus visibly relaxed by how you brushed Sirius’ charm off.
Another half an hour passed, Remus was in the middle of correcting your essay,
checking for spelling and grammar mistakes while the two boys were doodling on
the corner of their parchments. All was peace and quiet until James broke the
you doing anything this weekend?” he asked with a growing smirk. Out of the
corner of his eye he saw how Remus stopped reading your Transfiguration essay
and was looking intently at the two of you.
I don’t zhink so.”
then I think we should go to Hogsmeade together, we can go to Madam
Puddifoot’s.” he continued smoothly.
kind of you, but I will have to say no, maybe you could take Lily.” You said
politely, going back to your current essay, not noticing how Remus was glaring
at James with such an intensity that if looks could kill the poor boy would’ve
been history. A few minutes went by and you excused yourself as you went to
look for a book to finish your essay. As soon as you walked away Remus turned
to his two friends.
to explain what in the bloody hell was that all about?” he asked seething.
do you mean, Moony?” Sirius asked coyly, as James snickered next to him.
flirting! With Y/N! and the asking her out!” he whispered-shouted, not wanting
Madam Pince to come and yell at them.
do you care if we flirt with Y/N? I mean you have said countless of times that
she’s just a friend…”
sod off, James.” He muttered as he went back to editing your essay, not daring
to make eye contact with his friends. You were coming back, but before you
could make your presence known Sirius made a stopping motion with his hand as
well as bringing his pointer finger his lips, signaling you to keep quiet. You
were standing behind Remus, confused at to what was going on.
well, well, Sirius, I think Remus likes Y/N.”
you might be right, Prongs.”
what if I do, now can you two shut up before she comes back…”
We knew it! Just tell her how you feel, she’s obviously into you.” James
shrugged as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
she’s not. She’s this great, incredibly pretty, charming, funny girl, and I’m
just a dorky werewolf.” He said defeated, not noticing that you have been
standing behind him for the last few minutes, hearing the whole conversation. You
cleared your throat, making your presence known, Remus dropped his quill as his
eyes widened comically.
zhink you are wrong. You are so much more zhan zat and I like you, a lot. So
how about we steal James’s idea and go to Hogsmeade together?” you said,
blushing by your confession. Remus starred at you, wide-eyed as Sirius and James
eagerly watched your exchange from the sidelines.
would love that.” Remus said after ten long seconds. You smiled brightly. The
two of you went back to work, brushing into each other’s hands and arms more
than usual or necessary. The quiet atmosphere was soon interrupted by Sirius’s
stomach growling, signaling you all that it must be almost time for dinner. You
all packed your belongings, Remus taking hold of your bag and hand, and made
your way to the dining hall.
does this mean we get to call you both mom and dad?” Sirius asked as you kissed
Remus on the cheek once he set your bag down and sat next to you.
for the love of Merlin…” Remus started.
fine, maman et papa…” he said smirking which earned him a slap on the back of
his head by Remus. James spit out his pumpkin juice due to how much he was
summary: He’d promised himself he would never call you again, but he couldn’t have imagined you would call him.
Preview:“Are ya’ll done being gross? Practice starts soon…” Dino said blankly until Seungcheol glared his way, his eyes growing wider. “It’s okay, I should go too.” You laughed watching Dino run from the scene. Staring back at you, Seungcheol placed his forehead against your own a heavy sigh leaving his lips.“You can always take it back, I won’t be mad.” Seungcheol didn’t look at you, he kept his position waiting for you to go on. He knew you had more to say, you always did. “You’re about to debut soon, things will get harder, you won’t have time for me soon.”“I’ll make time, I always do.” He finally let out, stealing a kiss from you and making his way toward the practice room. You smiled watching him walk away, not a care in your body what the future held because you were happy at the moment. That was all that mattered… right?
Petition to bring back the nose taps with Thirteen bc the idea of River being surprised at her space wife occasionally displaying those traits of the others that she loves so much makes me WEAK. (add Thirteen calling her ‘remarkable’ to the list along with it for that matter)
“What can I say about love? It can be one of the immeasurable experiences and it can be one of the gravest, it all depends on who you ask. I’ve spent my time in my office attempting to write this article with tear-stained cheeks and a bit of a broken heart myself. Many people have investigated the same question over and over again, ‘what is love?’ And here I am, to tell anyone reading.
Love is something that takes you by surprise, it isn’t always easily perceived, it is sometimes concealed behind a sheer coat of denial. It awakens your soul and annihilates the demons inside you, it makes your head spin in an astonishing way, it makes you feel on top of the world, even if you’re at the bottom.
Love is peering into someone’s eyes and recognizing nothing but contentment. Their eyes aren’t just a shade, they’re something so indescribable that you just want to fall into them with every breath you take.
Love is being able to take a piece of his cake without him whining or moaning that you’re cramping his style, it’s being able to stumble across the pavement while a little bit tipsy and not having to worry about anything besides the fact the two of you are blissfully making fools of yourselves.
Love is seeing someone at their most vulnerable, weakest stage and still only seeing the strong individual they are. It is looking past the insecurities and the flaws and still loving the person and loving each and every imperfection.
Love is being contented with forever changing when you meet the one, the one that will take your world by storm and turn it upside down in the most beautiful way possible. Love is giving someone the opportunity to possess your heart in their steady hands and trusting them enough not to pulverize it with every fibre of their body. It is gratifying their hands to act like the ribcage outlining your most vital and vulnerable organ, the heart. Conceding someone’s hands to wholeheartedly seize you at your every weakness and breach your every defence and not having to worry that those same hands will turn from their pure gold form to crisp black weapons of destruct. Love is granting the other person everything, entrusting them with your secrets, your life, your insecurities, and your apprehensions in hope they won’t use them against you but cherish them and hold them close.
Love is two souls that are correlated on a level as if they are one, they’re two peas in a pod, two best friends that want nothing but the best for each other, two souls that feel the same spark, flame, and connection, two souls that will always stand by each other through the good times and the bad.
Love is what I have for my best friend, and I don’t mean the kind of love that is platonic, I mean the character of love that enkindles a burning in my soul, the sort of love that I’d fight heaven and earth just to be able to welcome. Sometimes, it doesn’t hit us in the way we suspect, sometimes it is nonchalant before abruptly hitting us all at once. It hit me while sitting in a coffee shop, his eyes undividedly focused on a row of cakes, I viewed the way his brows knitted together and his lips pursed together into a straight line while he attempted to figure out what he wanted. I never thought the day would come where I’d pay so much attention to the way someone stands and decides on a sweet, but that day I did. When I look at him, I don’t perceive the same man the world sees, I understand a man with a heart of gold, a man that entitles me to steal pieces of his food even though it was intended for him, I perceive a man who takes his coffee strong, but won’t complain if it isn’t made to his perfection; I see a man that will walk four blocks to meet me, just to see me for a few minutes, I notice a man that any woman would be lucky to have as their husband and the father of their children. I see a man that slipped through my fingers while I wasn’t looking.
This crazy thing called love has erupted a raging inferno inside me that has spread through me like wildfire, it has become a blessing and a curse. I feel it in the tips of his fingers when his hands are pressed to me, I feel it between the scent of his cologne and the fabric of his jacket when it graces over me graciously in the cold; I feel it encrypted between every lyric he shows me while biting his bottom lip while awaiting my opinion, most importantly, I feel it when I am around him. I feel it all over me, from the tips of my toes all the way up my body, I feel it when I look into his brilliant eyes and when his smile lights up the darkest of days. This crazy thing called love is a treacherous slope that I would fall down every day if it meant his welcoming arms and smile would be at the bottom ready to help me out.”
I stare at the article she wrote, a piece of work that has somehow managed to revolve itself around me; I don’t need to finish the piece to know that the feelings between the two of us are not platonic or strictly best friends.
I gaze at my car keys in front of me, my foot patting nervously against my floorboards as I contemplate on what I should do. Do I go find her and tell her how I feel? Do I let her go?
Tagging: @memento-scribet (This was supposed to be for your birthday, but I had no time during the week and I’m really sorry for that! but here it is! I know It wasn’t much of a surprise because you read it earlier, but it is still for you.)
Walking out of the GCPD, a drop of rain hit your forehead, and another on your hand. You looked down to the boy at your side, and he had a drop on his arm, running down his elbow and over his wrist, down his finger and dropping to the ground.
He looked up at you with a goofy grin plastered on his face, gripping your hand tighter and his grin growing to a smirk, he took off in a sprint to the only car parked out front, and you ran with him. He dropped Jason’s hand, and Jason watched with a smile as the two of you ran in the rain, happiness radiating off of your bodies in waves, hair soaking wet and covering your faces, and fingers intertwined as your feet splashed against the forming puddles.
Jason sat in the driver’s seat, and you in the passenger’s, as the kid sat in the back. You never turned your head, but you watched him through the mirror as he stared out the window, watching the rain fall and the people run from it, shelter under buildings and umbrellas and holding on to others to save space. The boy’s focus was just on what lay outside the car, and he didn’t notice when Jason reached back and patted his shoulder.
Info: Happy’s wife is kidnapped by Darby and his crew and when the boys find her, she’s not in optimal shape.
Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, death, swearing
Not answering his calls, not at home, no note and no packed clothes. He waited a few hours but enough was enough. Happy knew she had to have been kidnapped by someone mad at SAMCRO. Currently, that was Darby and the Nazis. He knew he couldn’t get her alone, it’d be too risky on his part so he had to let the club know. The only problem was that the club was unaware that Happy had an old lady. He wanted her far away from his lifestyle. He took off his kutte on the drive home, whenever he went out with her, he kept it secret. She knew about him and the club, but they knew nothing of her existence.
It’s almost two in the morning when they hear the lock turn upstairs. Will is immediately awake — says, “Mom?” in a sleepy voice that makes him sound eight years old again.
“Stay here,” Mulder says, and he grabs a flashlight and takes the stairs two at a time, each step creaking under his feet—
And it’s Scully. She’s dusty and tear-streaked and covered in dried blood — not hers, he tells himself, not hers — but she’s here and whole and Mulder hadn’t realized how afraid he’d been until he pulls her into his arms and finally breathes again.
“God,” he says, “Scully…”
And then she’s sobbing and he finds that he’s the only thing holding her up.
There are a thousand question he needs to ask, but he buries them deep and holds her so close that his body shakes with every tremor of hers.
“Will’s downstairs,” he says into her hair, and he feels her nod.
“I don’t want to scare him.” She pulls back enough that he can see her better. She would scare Will, Mulder realizes. There are scrapes on her cheek still slowly oozing blood, and she’s covered in dirt and dust and other things that don’t bear thinking about.
He says, “Is the tap water safe?”
Her breathing evens out, and she goes from desperate to emotionless in a millisecond. The set of her mouth is grim. “It’s well water. Safe as anything.”
That’s not entirely reassuring, but he goes to the kitchen sink anyway, dampens a dish towel. Scully just stands in the doorway staring blankly into the middle distance until he comes back to her. Gently he takes her coat off her shoulders, leaves it in a pile in the corner. “I’m guessing this isn’t going to the dry cleaners,” he says, and Scully doesn’t laugh.
Then he takes the towel and starts to clean her face. “Mulder…” she protests weakly, but after a moment she leans into his touch.
He brushes away the dirt and caked-on grime, then dabs gently around the small cuts on her cheek. Every few minutes he cleans the towel off under the tap, then brings it back to her again until her face, at least, is clean. “You’re okay,” he says quietly, like he’s willing it to be true.
“I should go see him,” Scully says. “Then I’ll deal with…the rest of this.” She motions to her hair and clothes, then heads down to the basement.
He hears Will’s voice, groggy but relieved, and Scully reassuring him. It’s not long before she comes back upstairs.
“He’s asleep,” she says. And as tired as Mulder is, Scully looks like she’s going to pass out standing up.
“Come on.” He takes her hand and leads her upstairs to the bathroom, where he starts the shower running and leaves the lights off. He undresses her, slowly, ruined scrubs and undergarments piling up on the tile floor.
He steps into the shower with her, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her under the spray. The water is lukewarm - whatever was left in the tank after the electricity went out, he figures. She closes her eyes and the evidence swirls down the drain, the dirt and the blood and a few streaks of mascara that still clung to her eyelashes, even after everything. He works shampoo through her hair, scrubbing her scalp until she sighs.
“You have to turn that light off,” she says quietly. The water rushes over her closed eyelids. “It’s the only light on for miles. I don’t want — it’s not a good idea to advertise that we’re here. You shouldn’t have left it on for me. You didn’t even know—”
He interrupts her. Those aren’t words he is willing to hear. “I knew you were coming home.” Because of course, of course he did; there’s no world without her in it.
Scully is cut and bruised but all of it is minor, surface wounds that will heal in a day or two. All the visible wounds, at least. He’s careful, rinsing the dirt out of one deeper gash on her hip. Scully grits her teeth and never complains, and that might be the one normal thing that’s happened today.
“Is it safe for us to stay here?” he asks, taking one last pass over her forearms before he turns the water off.
In the sudden cold, she wraps her arms around herself and shudders. “It’s not safe anywhere. Mulder, I have to — I have to find my mother. And Matt. I was looking at the e-mail he sent, he should be somewhere in — maybe Missouri — but Bill won’t know where to look for him, and we—”
“Shhh,” Mulder says, because he doesn’t know how to tell her that Bill and her mother are probably dead; that Matthew might be alive but they’ll have no way to find him. Those are problems for tomorrow.
He pulls her to him again and she presses her face against his chest. Water drips from the faucet — another project he thought he’d get around to eventually — and echoes off the tile. “You’re alive,” he says, his voice breaking, and she’s shivering in his arms and when she looks up at him he expects to see some of his own fucking overwhelming gratitude reflected back at him, but her eyes are cold.
She says low, “We might live long enough to regret that.” And it’s the first time Mulder has ever truly believed in prophecy.
Stiles gets his license at the end of the summer, only a few weeks short from the anniversary of his move to New York.
There’s a mountain outside the city with the perfect view to watch the sunset. They’ve been there several times before on Derek’s Harley and it quickly became Stiles’ favorite spot. Back when they first started the driving lessons they had made a promise: that once he got his license, Stiles would come pick Derek up at the shop and they’d drive up there.
It’s late afternoon by the time Derek picks up the sound of Stiles’ engine: lighter and faster than his own. He looks over his shoulder from where he’s kneeling next to the Yamaha he’s working on, gazing out towards the street until the bike rolls into view when Stiles parks it on the drive in. He leaves the engine running as he jumps off, practically tearing off the helmet before rushing inside the garage with a blinding smile.
“I did it!” He exclaims, as if anything about his arrival hints otherwise.
Nightingale (Part 2) [Slade’s Daughter!Reader x Damian Wayne]
(Y/N)- YOUR NAME, (Y/F/N)- YOUR FIRST NAME, (Y/L/N)- YOUR LAST NAME, (Y/E/C)- YOUR EYE COLOR, (Y/H/C)- YOUR HAIR COLOR, (Y/S/C)- YOUR SKIN COLOR, (W/Y/L)- WHERE YOU LIVE, (Y/M/N)- YOUR MOTHER’S NAME
Damian slashed the dummy before him in two; grunting and panting as he jabbed his sword through its head before kicking it back, sending it flying into the wall as he instantly unleashed his rage onto the next dummy. He’d been training for hours since he’d woken earlier around three that morning, somewhat suggestive dreams waking him in a frenzy and forcing him to stay awake to wash his sheets.
He’d been in this state for two days; panicking and practicing extra due to his recent decline in combat whenever he was on patrol with Bruce, and frustration overtaking him because of this.
He cursed under his breath in his mother tongue, something along the lines of “Fuck” in Arabic, one hand gripping his forehead as his other hand plunged his sword through the dummy’s chest. He was planning to pull the sword from the dummy’s chest and use it to slice off its foam head, but he stopped. His eyes were fixed on the dummy’s head as his mind blanked; pausing and closing his eyes as he stood quietly.
Sparkling (Y/E/C) eyes plagued his memories; the thought of pink, plump, soft lips numbing him as every fiber of his being tried to shake the thoughts. That girl. That girl from the warehouse, with her flaming fists and big (Y/E/C) eyes, her warm (Y/S/C) complexion and petite frame, the messy wisps of (Y/H/C) hair that fell on her face, the rest of her hair loosely collected into long braid that swayed as she fought…
He realized how long he’d been standing there thinking about you, grunting in frustration before pulling his sword from the dummy’s chest to then plunge it through the dummy’s head.
It had been two days since you’d kissed him, two days that you’d been unconscious in the bat infirmary, and two days since his thinking was clear and coherent…
“Stupid harlot and her dumb promiscuous approach” He muttered out as he pulled his sword from the dummy’s head.
“Mind still fixed on the girl?” A mocking voice he recognized as Dick said from the corner of the training room.
Damian whipped around to see Dick, Jason and Tim standing not far behind him in the training room, face burning as he realized he’d been heard.
“Perhaps that’s the reason your sheets are in the washer?” Jason mocked before having a laughing fit.
“THEY WERE DIRTY! THEY- THEY HADN’T BEEN WASHED IN AWHILE… THAT’S ALL!” he protested in rage, his face brighter that the color red itself.
“Not as dirty as your thoughts recently…” Tim managed to choke out between hysterical laughter joining in.
“Enough! All three of you had the same problem when you were Damian’s age. He’s seventeen; he’s already going through enough without you three pouncing on him.” A stern voice said as Damian jumped back to realize his father had joined in.
With his face still red he looked down; slapping his hand onto his forehead with a loud grunt before yelling at all of them.
“What are all of you even doing up here?! I thought you were all investigating Slade’s files in the cave?” He questioned as Dick walked over to stand beside Bruce.
“Bruce asked us to check to make sure you didn’t sneak out again, but to our surprise you were just training to err… Clear your thoughts…” Dick said trying to be serious as Tim and Jason continued laughing, Bruce walking up to stand in front of his youngest son who was now the same height as him.
“Did you find anything on Slade? Or perhaps on the girl?” Damian asked trying to change the conversation for his own sake.
“Quite a few things actually.” Bruce stated, tapping his watch and sliding through the holographic files as his four protégé’s gathered around him.
Bruce began swiping through her files downloaded from the bat computer; Dick looking up at Damian and wiggling his brows mockingly before Damian gave him a hard punch to the shoulder.
“Owww” He huffed out rubbing the now black and blued spot.
“I swear to god I run a nursery.” Bruce sighed while shaking his head, his adopted sons and biological son discontinuing their shenanigans for the time being.
“Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), a sixteen year old girl from east Gotham. She was born in (W/Y/L) but moved to Gotham with her mother when she was eight. Her mother was (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), a federal agent and rumored first class assassin. She passed away when (Y/N) was nine; there is no documentation of (Y/N)’s father, he is documented as “unknown” in her birth certificate. She was abandoned on an Orphanage doorstep in Gotham as a child; Santa Maria’s home for girls, currently the worst group home in the state. Her files show numerous attempts for adoption, but every family ended up bringing her back… without comment…”
Bruce was silent; tapping his watch turning it off wondering what was so awful about you that forced every family to bring you back. And even so, why would Slade want anything to do with you?
“Perhaps she wasn’t a good kid?” Dick questioned
“Not so, her grades are high honors, she’s an exceptional student in school and in the Gotham Academy orchestra, she has a crystal clean criminal record and no affiliation with crime whatsoever… She appears to be a good kid…” Bruce’s voice faded in confusion before Damian suddenly remembered what you’d told him before fainting back in the warehouse two days ago.
“Back when we found her, she told me something on the lines of her being a monster… Perhaps her abilities with fire cause others to think of her this way?” Damian asked.
They all turned to him in silence; surprised by the fact that Damian was even interested in your case, let alone having concern for how others “felt about you”
“I- I suppose that’s a valid motive.” Bruce stated.
“Well when is she leaving?” Damian questioned as he crossed his arms in annoyance.
There he is, there’s the jerk son I know. Bruce thought
“She can’t go back to her group home with Slade already knowing where she resides, and she’d pose as a threat if she went back to Gotham Academy, putting not only herself but others in danger as well… ” Bruce grabbed a small remote from his pant pocket and pressed the button on it and calling Alfred through its speaker.
“Alfred have you called Santa Maria’s director yet?” Bruce asked into the remote.
“Indeed master Wayne, the home’s director was practically pleading that we take the girl, arrangements have been made to pick up her belongings in the morning sir” Alfred stated through the remote speaker before Bruce confirmed and hung up.
“Wow you all are really tall… ” said a feminine voice coming from the back of the room; causing them all to turn around at once in shock to see the girl they hadn’t expected to be awake yet.
You stood against the training room back wall; your arms crossed as you looked on at them with curiosity in your eyes. You were freezing cold in the medical nightgown that only went down to your mid thighs; unaware of your somewhat provoking attire while looking up at the men that towered over you like giants.
You scanned the dropped jaws of the room, recognizing two as the batman and robin from two nights ago except without their masks, however the other three men you couldn’t identify. Meanwhile Damian was frozen; with a stare fixated on every inch of you as he felt his heart beating in his throat. Jason was the first to notice this and snickered as Tim tapped Dick on the shoulder pointing and laughing at the gawking boy. Once Dick was brought to the attention of Damian’s staring, he slapped Damian on the back causing him to realize he was staring; loathing himself immensely for it.
Damian growled in anger as he crossed his arms grudgingly; his father and brothers looking on as he huffed out towards you angrily.
“You!” He spat out at you.
“You stupid little girl and your pathetic harlotry and your god awful STUPID… FACE!” Damian yelled in frustration as Bruce barked at him, causing his brothers to watch on in amusement. You stepped back somewhat dumbfounded, your eyes narrowing as she felt your fists grow hotter; making sure to restrain yourself by keeping them at your sides.
“Listen you disreputable, arrogant, bloodthirsty little- wait… what? Harlot? As in like, whore?” You took a confused step back; fists no longer hot as your head tilted while raising a brow in confusion. Bruce’s eyes widened preparing his mind for the burning destruction that would probably come as Dick, Jason, and Tim stepped back from you; knowing very well how explosive this could turn due to their own bad experiences with women. The only person to stand close to you was Damian, refusing to back away, yet still preparing for an outburst from you any moment as you stood with your head slightly tilted.
“You really don’t know me bird boy. I have the sex appeal of a moldy potato; I’ve never kissed anyone, let alone had intimate relations with anyone… So I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You replied in all honesty as Damian scoffed before stepping closer to you.
“Really Liar? Never kissed anyone? That wasn’t the case back at the warehouse when you kissed me!” Damian spat back at you; watching the blood completely drain from your face as your eyes widened like a deer in headlights.
Instead of being happy that I’m back in Alexandria, I’m filled with dread. Once Negan had arrived, he ensured that he made his presence known to everyone. He wanted to go straight to Rick’s house even though I had a feeling he wasn’t around.
As we walked, Carl grabbed onto my elbow, the guilt written all over his face. I put my arm over his shoulder to softy squeeze it, letting him know it’s okay. After all, he can’t blame himself for this.
The first person I see at Rick’s is Olivia.
“Addison!” Her cheeks turned pink from smiling. She pulled me in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you, and you too little guy” She said fluffing Toby’s messy locks “Everyone is waiting for you upstairs, they missed you a lot”
“Olivia…” I tried warning her.
“Honey, I’m home!” Negan sang from behind me. Olivia’s face dropped as she watched him casually stroll inside. “I’ll let Addison explain why I stopped by” He said walking over to me.
To Olivia’s surprise, Toby easily reached his arms out to Negan. “I’ll take my buddy upstairs” he informed, making his way up while Carl followed him.
Can you explain surah nissa verse 34 to me. It says that men are allowed to beat women? Why is this so? Can it be applied to the moderne world
Wa alaikum salam ♥
You may never abuse a woman violently, this is not permitted in Islam (please continue reading further).
“As to those women on whose part you see ill‑conduct, admonish them (first), (next) refuse to share their beds, (and last) beat them (lightly, if it is useful); but if they return to obedience, seek not against them means (of annoyance). Surely, Allah is Ever Most High, Most Great” [al-Nisa’ 4:34]
This verse in translation does not mean to “hit” as in aggressively beat a woman, Astagfirolah.
How can Allah SWT Whom forbids anger, then permit violence? As beating, (in the sense of domestic violence) is a form of anger, and is completely and utterly haram; this verse in translation is not violent and is aimed at women who do wrong (please continue reading further for a more in-depth explanation) ♥
The Prophet (pbuh) said to the Muslim army: “Go out in the name of Allah and by the help of Allah, following the way of the Messenger of Allah. Do not kill any old man, infant, child or woman… spread goodness and do good, for Allah loves those who do good.” (Narrated by Abu Dawood, 2614)
Abu Huraira reported Allah’s Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying: “The strong-man is not one who wrestles well but the strong man is one who controls himself when he is in a fit of rage.” (Sahih Muslim Book 032, 6313)
1st, what kind of woman is this verse referring to?
Women are not all innocent, sister ♥
There are those who behave, like the verse says in “ill‑conduct”
There are some women which beat their children and husbands, throw destructive fits and tantrums for no reason whatsoever, women can gossip, slander and physically as well as mentally hurt and abuse other believing women. Women can be very hurtful to one another and men. There are woman who steal, cheat on their husbands and do many many wrongs. It would be a cruel world if these type women doing wrong were not in some way curbed from acting wrongly; and Allah SWT is still Most-Merciful to them, as they don’t even get hurt, they simply get “tapped”; and if they return to the Right Way Allah SWT “is Ever Most High, Most Great”.
This Arabic word does have many translations, but the general consensus of this word is that if the woman becomes totally unbearable (as woman too can become dangerously violent and loose her temper and emaan) that you can tap her lightly with something the size of a siwak, which is a natural toothbrush which weighs so little that even if you had to hit hard with it, it is so light in nature it will not bring any pain whatsoever; and this is the very last resort with trying to stop an overreacting and destructive woman.
This action is not seen as a “hit” to cause physical pain, but rather a “tap” to alert a woman and bring her back to her senses, as there are some woman who will not listen to advice, or the act of refusing to share a bed with them. As it is totally haram to hit or hurt one another; this is a known fact in Islam ♥
If it had to be a man doing these crimes, he would possibly be physically hurt by his fellow men as discipline…
Insha’Allah I have answered your question ♥ If you do not understand something or would like additional details, please let me know and I would be happy to provide Insha’Allah ♥ Thank you for your amazing question ♥
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Late night summer rain beats against the outside, lightning striking sharp and thunder rumbling behind in the distance, trapping you two inside. Regardless of the weather, you should have been in bed hours ago, the clock on the wall slowly ticking past two in the morning.
The coffee table had been pushed aside and all the pillows and couch cushions had been filched to supply the ultimate two person pillow fort. You have a feeling, as you nestle in closer, that if either of you attempted to move and get up, the one staying behind would end up getting suffocated by overly fluffed pillows.
The air outside is hot and humid, heat slowly being beaten away by the storm, but inside the air conditioner has kicked on once again and, combined with the ceiling fan set on high, you shiver slightly and draw the fluffy throw blanket in closer to your chest.
“Cold?” Seungcheol whispers into your hair, and you nod. You hear him chuckle, and even though you can’t see it, you know his signature half-smile is there, dimples and all. He shakes his head, pulling you closer. “How could you possibly be cold?”
The results come back on a Tuesday. Nothing spectacular happens; Waverly checks the mail and finds the envelope addressed to her, in between the electric bill and a postcard for the Humane Society.
She reads the single page three times before the words blur as the tears come.
It’s not fair.
Wynonna has spent her whole life running, trying to shake off the Earp legacy. She ran until Waverly didn’t recognize her anymore, until the world kept spinning and Wynonna Earp became a curse word. She was left behind - Waverly was left behind, picking up each stick, lining them up in order, learning everything she could.
And it turns out the one thing she had, the one thing Wynonna left, her name,isn’t even really hers.
“Hey, Waves, I found your scarf. It must have fallen under my seat the other when night when I drove-” Nicole pauses in the doorway. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Waverly tries to shake her head but a sob bubbles up in her throats and spills out of her mouth and she’s falling, the letter fluttering to the ground as Nicole catches her around the waist. She sinks into the steady arms around her, digging her fingers into Nicole’s sides tightly as if it will ground her.
“Baby,” Nicole breathes out. “It’s okay. Everything will be fine.”
“It’s not fair,” she sobs, her words broken up as she tries to breathe. “It’s not fair.”
Nicole slowly lowers them to the floor, cradling Waverly in her lap. One hand goes to the back of Waverly’s neck, stroking the fine hairs at the along the base of her neck. Her other hand picks up the letter on the floor.
“Read it,” Waverly spits. “I finally know the truth.”
Nicole takes her time reading the letter. By the time she’s done, Waverly’s eyes are dry. She still rests her forehead in the crook of Nicole’s neck, taking steady measures breaths.
“I’m not an Earp,” she says when Nicole finally puts the page down. “What Bobo said is true.”
“Waverly,” Nicole tries.
Waverly feels another sob building in her chest. “I’m… I’m nobody.”
“No, no, no,” Nicole whispers against her hair. She kisses the crown of Waverly’s head. “You-”
“I’m not an Earp,” Waverly repeats.
Nicole pulls back a little until Waverly can see her eyes. She gets a little lost in them for a moment and it takes Nicole’s finger tapping under her chin to bring her back.
“Your last name? It doesn’t matter,” Nicole says quietly. “You’re still you. You’re still kind and smart and brave. You’re still Waverly.”
And Waverly lets the buildup in her chest loose, pressing her face into Nicole’s collarbone. It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, to ask the one question that has been living at the back of her mind since that day with Bobo in the treehouse.
“Is that…” She swallows heavily, her cheeks and eyes wet. “Is the enough?”
Nicole sighs, a soft smile on her face. “Oh, baby. That’s all you ever need to be.”
Part 3 to Doll?,
PART THREE PLEASE AHH UR SO TALENTED..
Sorry I got too excited I didn’t specify but your Peter Pan greaser AU is the best thing I’ve read in a while I’m in love!!,
Are you gonna do a part three for “Doll?” the Peter Pan imagine? I love the whole concept and I need more!!😫😫😫Love ya!!😘,
U should do Part 3 to doll I luv it !😀😀😊😊😍
The doll series is literally my favorite peter pan x reader I’ve ever read! You did AMAZING❤ Really hope you continue it😘Will ‘doll’ have a part 3? Please tell me there is! I love UR writing,
The doll series is literally my favorite peter pan x reader I’ve ever read! You did AMAZING❤ Really hope you continue it😘 ,
Omg I love doll!!!! Please say there’s going to be a part 3!?!? Ps I love your writing!;) x,
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Two days have passed since the incident on Friday. It was now currently Sunday in the evening, as Peter raised from his uncomfortable couch in the Lost Boys’ hideout, with a large groan. He rubbed his eyes, the faint sunlight that shined through the windows he mentally cursed at, as a hangover was evident thanks to the past rough and sleepless nights. After what he said to you, he couldn’t bare the thought of you out of his life from now on. He thought he would feel better after telling you his true feelings, but now…he feels like the complete definition of shit.
Why did you have to be a Soc? Why did he have to be a greaser?
Those same questions echoed through his head, but were soon dismissed once loud knocking on the door made him cringe with agony. That headache was no joke.
Getting up in a huff, he threw the now empty beer can to the ground with a small clank, stomping over to the door. Opening it with such force, it practically left a dent in the wall he slammed it into. The person behind the knocking was none other than Felix himself, who was out of breath from sprinting to the hideout. He knew Peter wouldn’t be at home, there was no reason for his mother to know why he was in such a funk, she never liked you to begin with. When his eyes adjusted to the bright light, Peter glared at his friend, waiting for him to catch his breath.
“What are you doing here, Felix?”
The boy couldn’t answer, he was out of too much oxygen. With a roll of his eyes, he invited him in, already making his way to the ‘kitchen’ (which was just a mini fridge in the middle of the living area) and pulled him out a cold one. Felix, noticing the drink in his hand, grabbed it without hesitation, practically gulping it down in one sitting. Finally caught up with his breathing, he spoke.
“I-I’ve…been worried..sick. Man, I haven’t seen or heard from you since Friday, neither has any of the boys, we thought you’ve gone off somewhere and left town. Are you alright?”
With a slight scoff, Peter sat back on the couch, hands behind his head in an act of relaxation. “Never better. The girl of my dreams rejected me, because she only sees me as filthy trash, what more can a guy ask for?”
Sighing, Felix scratched his head. “So, I take it you’re not doing alright, then?”
“Why are you really here?”
“Look, man…I know she hurt ya, real bad, but come on! You can’t just lock yourself in the hideout because of some bitch with her nose so high in the air she can smell Jesus Christ himself.”
Peter shot up from his position on the couch, grabbed Felix by his collar and shoved him into the wall. His once dull eyes filled with hatred and anger in one split second as he stared down the taller boy.
“Don’t you ever, ever call Y/n ‘some bitch’. She is nothing like those girls we always fooled around with, ya dig? Y/n is more than that, and if-” Before he could finish, Felix was staring at him with a grin that just screamed ‘I knew it.’ Letting him go, Peter backed away with his face in his hands, mentally kicking his own ass for spilling too much, too fast.
“You’re not over her. You never were and never will be.” He crossed his arms, watching as Peter stared at the ground. “Listen, buddy. I care about you, we’re all we have, the gang is worried, man. If you stay in here and be a sap over Y/n, then you’re practically letting the socs win!”
“I don’t care about no damn socs, alright? I care about Y/n and Y/n only…no matter what I do, or what I say, nothing will change that. Not my mum, not socs, not Thomas…but I’m nothing but a greaser…”
“When has that ever stopped you, huh? Last time I checked if a greaser wanted something, he’d take it. Nobody, no one would tell him he could’t have it or get in his way. A greaser fights for what they want, and if you want Y/n, stop being a pussy and fight!” Felix shoved Peter in the chest roughly, almost making him stumble back. With an irritated look, Peter shoved him back, a fire within him burning yet again. “Oh? You don’t like that? What are you going to do about it, huh?”
Felix shoved him again, only harder. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
One more shove sent him over the limit. He was already angry thanks to the hangover, adding on would be the lack of sleep, and alcohol, so of course he was on the verge of exploding. He just needed the right push.
With a swift motion, Peter socked him in the jaw without warning, sending the greaser smack-dab onto the floor, groaning. With one hand on his jaw to put it back in place, he smirked up at Peter.
“There’s the fighter!” He stood up with his hand still on his jaw, while patting him on the shoulder with his other. “You want your girl? Fight for her at John’s party tonight.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know those girls that was with Y/n at the drive in? One of them is real sweet on me, and I made her promise that Y/n would be there. Fight for her there, take what’s yours and don’t take no for an answer!”
“Not really the best choice of words,” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “But, alright. I’m down. I could use a night out anyway.”
“Perfect. Peter Pan is back!”
Nighttime had finally rolled in, and the worst time to have a party would be a Sunday night. Or maybe it was just another way of saying: ‘We’re going back to hell soon, party like it’s your last.’
Everyone was planning to be there, from greasers, to socs, to mid-class, you name it. From ages fetus to skeleton, anyone was invited to the party. As soon as it got started, you and a few of your friends were dancing it up on the dance floor, having a good time. The music was blaring The Rolling Stones, putting a good vibe to the sour mood you’ve had the past couple of days. You were glad your friends talked you into going, you were kind of skeptical at first. Afraid of running into…you-know-who.
One of your friend’s tapped your shoulder, bringing you back down to earth.
“Y/n, this is Franklin,” She gestured to the nerdy mid-class boy, him waving shyly at you. “Franklin here wanted to dance with the prettiest girl at this shindig, and I quickly had to introduce you two.”
“Oh uh, hello. Uhm, that’s a nice thought, but…I think I’m doing fine dancing on my own, thank you-”
“Y/n. We talked about this, you need a new love interest to get your mind off that greaser trash!” She spoke through gritted teeth, suddenly making your blood boil.
“He’s not greaser trash, Cindy! I wish you would stop calling him that!”
“And I wish you would move on like he did! Open your damn eyes, Y/n, he’s not good enough for you and never will be! I brought you out here tonight to find a guy who isn’t a complete dick, and you’re not making an effort of doing so!”
“You know what, I need a drink. Maybe you and Franklin can get to know each other while I’m gone. I’m sure he likes the prissy and uptight ones, with their skirts shoved up their asses.”
With that, you walked away from the two, leaving them stunned. That Friday night changed you, that’s for sure. You saw yourself and your life in a new light, and it was either for the better or the worst. All at the same time you were almost raped by the man you thought loved you, only to be saved by the man you never gave the time of day since the 7th grade. Never even got the chance to say thank you, either. Once you finally made it to the drinking table, you prayed this time the punch wasn’t spiked, the last thing you wanted was to be drunk and vulnerable in a house filled with almost complete strangers.
As you poured yourself some punch, a slight chill ran up and down your spine all of the sudden. The drink soon forgotten as you felt hands caress your waist, down to your bum, and the warmth of someone pressed up against you from behind. You were about to turn around and smack the shit out of whoever dared to touch you in such a way, until a whisper struck your ear. You tensed up stiff once you recognized who it was.