Summary: Tim helps (y/n) study, but what happens when sleep and stress combine.
Pairings: Tim Drake x Reader
a/n: mweh. I’m sorry I know this is short. But I’m kinda still recovering…
“Timothy, I hate you.” You said annoyed by the amount of books he brought on to the study table. It was only supposed to be five, but it went onto a dozen. Yes, Finals was stressful, but not an unimaginable impossible task that has never been defeated in the past, right?
“Are you ready, (y/n)?” He asked enthusiastically, sitting on the chair opposite of you. You were not at all. You were scared already, but by the amount of studying Tim wanted you to do instantly intimidated you to highest extent possible.
“Of course.” You said prolonging the middle of course in a sarcastic tone. He rolled his eyes at your sass and proceeded to open the first book on the top of the pile. “Now, will that sass help you?” He asked raising an eyebrow. You groaned at his honestly obviously correct statement.
“Whatever drake. You made me more nervous than ever ya know.” You squinted at him angrily. He just had the biggest smile in response which made you groan once again.
“coffee addicted smart ass piece of shit.” You cursed under your breath. It was bad enough that you were stressed, but sleepy as well was a recipe for madness. One that must be not reckoned with, but Tim was the only exception, because he knew how to outsmart and outwit you in your ‘bamboozled’ state. Plus he was the only one who dared go against you.
“every one swear word equals one more book.” He grinned evilly.
“Tim is the biggest dickhead in the biggest pile of crap ever shat.”
“what fucking ever”
You banged your head on the table in complete defeat against the sleep deprived master himself.
Warnings: i think depression, i guess, not much angst..
a/n: this song is a beautiful thing
All this pain, I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
Lost was an understatement; way too many things have hurt you in the past, that you’ve lost yourself. It got to the point where you questioned why you were still here. What other pain were you still up for? What could possibly be prolonging your existence on earth? There was no point of living anymore. This chapter of your life was consisted of eating, sleeping, working, and waking up. That was all your days were made of. You didn’t even know who you were anymore. You felt like you were just another fish in the ocean of billions. You thought your existence didn’t matter, but someone changed that.
Meet Tim Drake.
All this earth, Could all that is lost ever be found?
You were both getting a cup of coffee that day. The typical, he bumped into you, spilled coffee and paid for it situation, only you didn’t see him again until a week later, but not as you’d expect it. You were one of the hostages during a joker situation. You got hurt, but you believed it wasn’t that bad. Anyways the Batfamily saved all the hostages and they all ran out once cleared for safety, except you. You just sat in the empty warehouse leaning on the walls during that moment, he found you.
Red robin was going through the area again to make sure nothing was missed or forgotten, but he found you. You were against the wall hiding behind a large crate. He asked you why you were there, and you just stood up and said “uh nothing.”
He recognized you and remember your ‘emotionless’ tone. This just validated his theory that you were not okay. He then asked about your the two stab wounds on your shoulder, but you just brushed it off as if it were nothing. He insisted on bringing you home and helping you fix up your wound and after a couple pleads, you finally gave in. You vaguely remember him saying something to Nightwing before you both left the warehouse.
Could all that is lost ever be found? Could a garden come up from this ground at all?
“It’s pretty bad you know, I’m surprised you’re still conscious.” He said as you sat down on your couch. No words came out of your mouth. Your eyes just seemed to be staring at some dark abyss in the distance. Tim just observed your behavior before remembering the reason he was here.
“So do you have a first aid kit?” He broke the silence.
That night was a very calm one, but not in the sense that it was boring. You actually had a relaxing and slightly enthusiastic conversation with him. At first, you were extremely quiet, but after Tim lightened the mood up, you were smiling. You haven’t felt that in a long time, happiness. It was something you’d rarely feel anymore. He was doing his best to make you feel slightly better. You both talked the night away, mostly about his exciting life as vigilante for most of the time since you didn’t truly want to open up yet. You were so happy that night that you actually let out a laugh by the end of the night. Tim was satisfied with his work both mentally and physically. Once he was done patching your wound he had to leave, but he promised he’d visit again. He had to for you.
That was your first proper introduction with the Red Robin.
You make beautiful things. You make beautiful things out of dust.
It certainly wasn’t your last encounter.
The next day, you went to get a cup of coffee from the same shop you bumped into him. You saw him and decided to strike up a chat with him. Your talk with Red Robin gave you a bigger sense of hope and determination. It was the first time you felt socializing. You and Tim sat down in a booth and talked about different topics and concepts. You both found some common interest. Before you left for work, You managed to get his number and he got yours.
Arkham City’s gonna be your grave.
No one can save you, boy wonder, but you’ll be screaming for them anyway.
Everyone wants you dead, Robin.
Ah, your corpse will feel so good, hot and raw against my—
We’ll make sure you enjoy your stay in Arkham, kid.
A/N: I was just thinking about this in my head and decided to write it down. Also [N/N] means nickname.
“Babe, what are you doing in the kitchen?” You ask hearing Tim making a racket as you entered giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Nothing, I’m just trying to learn how to cook some food for us.” Tim replies forming a dorky smile on his face. Ugh, you always fell for his smiles especially that kind of smiles.
“But babe, don’t you already know how to cook?” You ask him with a questioned voice.
“Yeah, but I was thinking of trying something new for once.” He replies with excitement in his voice, getting out a book to show you.
“Middle Eastern cuisine for Dummies?” You ask raising your eyebrows. “Seriously Tim, can’t we just eat what we regularly eat?”
“No way come on [F/N], this is going to be fun I promise.” Tim says and all you could do was just smile and agree.
“Tim, you promised it would be fun!” You complain looking at the mess you both made. There were dirty dishes everywhere from the sink to the countertop. All the pots and pans were also used for this experiment. Also, your clothes were filled with stains.
“Don’t worry [N/N] I’ll help you with the mess, but let’s see what we made.” Tim assures you while giving him a frown.
“Come on babe, it can’t be that bad.” He says trying to motivate you.Ding! Both of you hear the oven finish.
“I’ll get it!” Tim chirped. You watched as he opened the oven with black smoke coming. Tim fanned his hand, coughing while getting it out. You both stared at it until Tim uttered.
“That’s not how it’s supposed to look.” Comparing it from the picture in the book. “It’s called Fatayer and it is supposed to look like this.” Tim explains pointing at the picture of it while showing it to you.
In the picture, it looked like small, perfect triangular shaped pies, some filled with meat and some with cheese. And yours looked liked irregular, large sized triangular pies with meat and cheese coming out of it from the openings. Also in the picture, the dough turned to golden brown while yours was pitch black and burnt. You couldn’t help but giggle and those giggles developed into laughter with tears. You could see Tim having disappointed look.
“Ok I get it we did horrible, so funny!” He says sarcastically. You thought it was hilarious as you continued to laugh uncontrollably. You felt bad for him, you really do but it was too funny not to laugh at.
“I swear to god [F/N] you sound like Joker right now, it’s not that funny!” Tim grumbles.
“I’m sorry Tim but it’s hilarious!” You confess trying to stop from laughing to say that while wiping your tears. Tim continues to give you an irritated look.
“Come on don’t give me that look, it’s our first time so of course we are going to fail miserably.” You guaranteed him.
“Yeah I know, but we did exactly how it said in the book. It doesn’t make sense at all!” He exclaims as you put your hands on his face and looked into his bright blue eyes. It was silent until you heard a growl
“I’m famished, what should we eat then?” Tim asks while clutching on his stomach.
“Red Robin?” You suggest as he puts his hands around your waist giving him a passionate kiss, then having both your foreheads against each other.
“Red Robin it is.” Tim replies with the same dorky smile he began.
WARNING: This is NOT a following up chapter on my big Sam Drake x Reader!
So, while listening to the Mission Impossible soundtrack and playing through the epilogue of U4 (For the fifth time) I came up with this little story.
You met Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher as their next door neighbor when they bought their house on the beach. You’ve spent time with them for as long as you can remember. You’re attracted to Nate’s brother, but wasn’t sure if he felt the same. During a game with toy guns, it was the girls against the boys. Your faith will be decided.
a/n: I’m sorry I keep writing about sleep. It’s all I want in life right now for that past few days.
Your eyelids were heavy and starting to close down. Oblivious to the darkness and blurriness slowly taking over your vision you leaned on the pillow. You finally closed your eyes laying peacefully and relaxed.
You sat up straight hurriedly rubbing your eyes. “Was I going to fall asleep again?” You sighed. Tim nodded keeping his eyes fixed on the computer. You were helping him solve a case, but at the same time longed to doze. You promised him you would do your best to stay awake, but you were becoming restless even with the coffee. You let out a small yawn and quickly covered your mouth.
“You know, it’s okay if you sleep now. You helped enough.” He smiled acknowledging the yawn you had let out.
“But I promised.” You spoke tiredly.
“You’re going to get sick, sleep deprived or much worse. You have to relax.” He gave you a straight face sitting beside you. “How about you? You’re human too.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “It’s different.” He shrugged taking his mug and sipping the coffee inside.
You furrowed your eyebrows. Both of you could use some slumber. You just didn’t understand why Tim insisted on staying up. Solving the case is truly significant, but he wouldn’t be able to function properly for long without sleep. It seemed like Tim was doing fine, but you could see through him and his tiredness.
“Fine, I’ll sleep on one condition.” You put a hand on the mug he was holding and set it back down on the table. “I’ll sleep if you sleep.” You pointed at his eye bags continuing “ You can’t live on coffee forever and sooner or later you’re gonna wish you slept.”. You crossed your arms feeling proud.
“ughh, (y/n), you know I have to work on this before it gets out of hand. I haven’t even done 25% yet.” He says standing up.
“That’s because you haven’t slept. If you want to think properly you MUST be relaxed and at least take a nap.” You felt his restlessnesss slowly taking over him as he had a slouched position. He ran a hand through his hair and you stood up.
“Fine, and this is only because I want you to sleep.”
You smiled triumphly as you had won the battle against a sleepy Tim.
You leaped straight onto your bed pulling the comforter over your waist. Tim gave you a weird glare and said “You’re weird.”. You pat the spot next to you and responded “and that is why I must be here.” You grinned widely with your comeback. He sat at the edge of the bed placing his phone on the nightstand. He laid his head on the pillow quickly dozing off. You grabbed your phone and took a quick snap of the cuteness that was unfolding before you. “Night, Tim.” You hugged him and fell asleep feeling safe and sound.
Summary: Tim meets someone who may be a little over his level of stalking.
Pairings: Tim Drake x Reader
Warnings: NONE. heh
a/n: let’s start on a positive note shall we? ^_^. Ps. This is a little short possibly a longer one tomorrow.
“You’re new aren’t you?” Tim asks keeping his face down on his laptop.
You glanced away from the extravagant decorations of the mansions and looked at Tim. “If you mean the new ‘charity case’, then yeah.” You frowned a little a charity case. You sat down on the couch next to him. “I’m guessing you’ve met Damian. Don’t mind him he’s just a little demon spawn.” He looked up for a second smiling. He focused back on the laptop.
Laid back and relaxed yourself before speaking “I guess. You’re Red Robin right? Tim Drake. I sure as hell would be disappointed in myself if you weren’t.” You may have accidentally gotten a bit too curious and discovered the whole bat family’s identities. You were always a curious little one and pretty good and collecting data. When Bruce found this out he saw potential and wasn’t truly that. You didn’t tell anyone for starters so he was impressed. You were just content with knowing. He save you from muggers and knew exactly who you were. He asked if you wanted to train and you couldn’t say no. You parents were pretty fine with you going to ‘Wayne Industries Camp.’ so now you’re here in the mansion.
“Bruce tell you?” He asked setting the laptop on the coffee table and grabbing his cup of coffee. “Um.. Actually, I’ve known for about a year now.. I guess we kinda have the same origin story..” You say rubbing the back of your neck. He went wide eyed for a second before taking another sip of his coffee.
“How did you find out about me?” He asked casually before taking yet another sip.
“Well, I go to Gotham Academy as well and it’s not really that hard to hear about 'Tim Drake’ and once I pieced together that Bruce was Bats it only seemed fitting you were Red Robin..” You said trailing off. You saw a glimpse of amazement in his eyes which you were very proud of. He was world’s #2 best detective for crying out loud.
“I guess I should try balancing some stuff a little bit more to make it a little less suspicious…” He sighed putting the mug back down on the table. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up.
“I don’t know everything about you though.” You say trying to spark a conversation. “Really, You don’t wanna ask about Bruce, Dick or Jay? Or even the Demon Spawn?” He asked.
“I’m talking to you and I don’t really fancy the idea of you having to introduce your brothers instead of you.” You smiled giggling a little bit.
Tim smiled back and told you all in detail about how he told Bats he needed a Robin to when he first fought with Damian. The excitement to share everything was just showing with his words. He went a little fast, but occasionally asked if he should slow down. His eyes were constantly lit up and just bustling with confidence. He finally finished and you both just relaxed for a while. He took a sip of coffee to break this loop and talked a bit once again. He stopped and rest his hand on the sofa.
You took another quick view at the living room before looking straight back at Tim. You stood up.
“Could you possibly show me around too?” You started fiddling with your fingers.
“I was going to ask you if I could. Seeing I trust you.” He said standing up and turning a light shade of pink. He started walking towards the door gesturing you to follow.
“Oh and your name is?”
“(y/n), (y/n) (l/n).”
“Tell me a bit more about yourself, (y/n)” He finished and smiled holding the door for you.
Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff /
Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie
/ Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman |
Warnings: Main character falls in love
with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap |
Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish | ANGST | Underage drinking | Alcohol
At first this was going to be a Reader
x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a
main character, but you can imagine it’s you.
The story takes place in 1990.
I am really sorry if my English kinda
sucks but it’s not my first language.
Feedback is always welcome.
close my eyes and let out a scream filled with pain an sorrow when
Peter dies in my arms, and then I feel everything freezing, when I
open my eyes, I’m running towards Mystique, Peter’s frozen in his
place and Psylocke will attack him in the next minute.
can’t stop shivering, the feeling of holding Peter’s dead body in my
arms is still haunting me, was it just a dream? This can’t be
happening, this can’t fucking be happening.
this one of Psylocke’s mind tricks? My mutation doesn’t work like
then I remember professor Xavier said I had precognition powers too.
I just predic Peter’s death? If so, there’s no fucking way I’m
letting him die.
have less than a minute before Psylocke attacks Peter, and I don’t
waste any second, I run toward him like I’ve never ran before,
pushing Peter onto the floor, facing Psylocke, and then I feel the
worst pain in my life as Psylocke’s energy blade pierces my rib,
maybe my lung or stomach, I can feel the blade coming out of my back.
can see my whole life flashing before my eyes -My childhood,
vacations in Mexico, going to church with la abuela, eating pozole on
September 15th, my parents hugging me every
day before school, Nate and my friends back in Queens, my first day
at Xavier’s, Peter stealing my Walkman, Peter singing along with me
The Cure’s Lullaby, the Friday nights we spent together eating
Twinkies with Vanilla coke, listening to music or just cuddling,
Coney Island, the Cyclone, hot dogs by the beach and the pink
dinosaur, the pain he caused in my heart when he left the school,
becoming best friends with Anne, learning physics with Nightcrawler,
seeing Peter after three months and the pain I felt in my heart as he
died in my arms,-as fall into someones arms andthe pain finally
blurrs my sight, the pain is unbearable, I can hear muffled voices
screaming but I can’t understand what they’re saying, I struggle to
fill my lungs with air but oh god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe,
I c-an’t breathe…
open my eyes to bright white lights in a bright white ceiling,I can’t
recognize where I am although I’m really sure it’s not heaven, maybe
it’s the purgatory, I notice a needle in my right hand, IV lines
connected to an IV bag that’s hanging from a pole, I can also hear a
machine beeping next to me and there’s a cannula attached to my nose,
delivering oxygen from a machine on the floor.
in what seems to be a hospital room, that probably means I’m not dead
which would probably mean at least a few of the X-Men survived the
try to sit on the bed but it’s imposible, the left side of my body
aches, breathing hurts too, but less, I let out a soft cry and slowly
rest my back against the pillow.
my eyes begin to adjust to the lights, I recognize I’m not in the
hospital, I’m in the Xavier’s nursery, I had been there a couple
times in the past, mostly to get an aspirin when I got PMS-related
headaches but it looks more sophisticated now, filled with machines
you could only find in a hospital room.
door opens and Anne enters carrying a coffee.
my god Zelda, you’re awake!” She screams, almost dropping her
coffee, I offer her a shy smile.
Anne.” I say but my voice comes out as a whisper.
my god, let me go get McCoy and Xavier, I’ll be back.” She leaves
the coffee on a table with books piled in it, next to a chair, I try
my best to read the titles from the distance, To Kill a Mockingbird,
Anna Karenina, The Scarlet Letter, Crime and Punishment, those are
probably assigntments for Grey’s class.
it hits me, for how long have I’ve been gone? I begin to wonder as
the professor, McCoy and a man I’ve only seen on tv a few times, in
those flashback clips from the news to remember the day Mystique
saved the president, it’s Magneto, Peter’s father, enter the room, I
suppose Anne went back to our room.
we are glad to have you back.” The professor says, smiling
thanks, but, how long have I’ve been gone?” I ask, I probably look
like I’m going to faint any minute.
worry, you’ve been asleep for two weeks, it’s Tuesday.” McCoy says,
he has moved next to me and it’s taking notes from the machine that
measures my blood pressure.
weeks? Wow, that’s a lot.” I say, but at least I’m alive. “How is
Raven? Is she alive?”
even though the blades stabbed a great part of her body, they didn’t
pierce any vital organ, she’s recovering in her room.” McCoy
explains, I’m relieved, she’s alive too.
glad she’s okay, what about the others? What happened after Psylocke
stabbed me?” I ask, sounding kind of desperate.
not strong enough for having a huge impression Zel, but we all
survived, you were the only one who was critically injured, but
you’re recovering well.”
happened? The last thing I remember is that Psylocke stabbed me.”
her energy blade pierced your left lung, that kind of wound it’s
really delicate but you weren’t stabbed by a normal blade, that’s why
it’s been taking too long to heal.”
Hank explains me what are the consequences on my body, I can see the
professor talking to Magneto in the corner, when Hank finishes
talking, they approach the bed.
you may not know him.” Xavier says, “He’s Erik Lehnsherr, and old
it’s nice to meet you.” I say, smiling shyly, “You’re professor
usually not refered to as ‘Peter’s father’, but it’s a nice change.”
He smiles, through that smile, I can see why the professor it’s so
fond of him, he’s a good person.
I ask why are you here Mr. Lehnsherr?” It’s nice meeting him but I
don’t get why is he visiting me.
just wanted to thank you for saving Peter’s life.” He says, and he
sounds sincere, grateful.
really hadn’t stopped to think about Peter until now, and it’s a
relief knowing he’s at least, alive.
like a mentor to me, and he’s more useful to the team than me.” I
shrugged, wincing a little due to the pain.
there’s no need to be modest, he told me you almost defeated Psylocke
by yourself, but you ran to help Raven when she got hurt, that speaks
highly of you.” Magneto smiles again, I don’t get how the man
that killed JFK and the man that is thanking me right now are the
is professor Maximoff? Is he okay?” I ask, not sure of what kind
of answer to expect.
he’s okay, he went to see his mother but he should be back soon.”
So he’s gone, again and guessing for Magneto’s tone, he’s not coming
back soon. “I’ll leave today in the afternoon, but it was nice
meeting you Miss Ruiz.”
an awkward good-bye wave with my right hand -the one that’s connected
to the IV thingy- Xavier leaves with him leaving me with McCoy, he
stays for a while, checking my vital signs, Kitty comes in shorty
after and makes McCoy turn around when she changes my bandages -which
hurts like hell-, the left side of my chest now has a large stitched
wound, that’s going to leave a big scar.
she’s finished, Hank explains me that I should be fully recovered in
the next two weeks, I’ll be able to move back to my room within the
next two days, I eat a light meal afterwards, chicken breasts with
vegetables some rice and lemonade, hospital food like my mom would
say, Anne enters the room when I’m done eating and we talk for a
finally moved back to my room and began to recover slowly, breathing
got much easier and I had my stitches removed a week afte, as I had
predicted, the wound left a big scar under my left breast, but I was
ok with it, I’m the only one that has to see it every day, it’s not a
first two weeks after I woke up, I waited patiently for news about
Peter, but no one seemed to know more than I did, he was visiting his
mother or something like that, but that really hurt me -not the
mother part-, but I had saved his fucking live and I didn’t even get
a Thank you? Like, really?
in classes, I had a lot of homework, I had arrived to Xavier’s in
September, in the middle of March I began to worry about college,
Iwas a Senior when I left Queens and Xavier’s classes would allow me
to graduate in June,I had applied for a few colleges when I lived in
Queens, I got into Law School but much to my family’s dissapointment,
I didn’t want to be a lawyer, I mean, I respected lawyers but I
wasn’t really passionate about practicing law.
the end, I decided to apply for a major in Fine Arts in an University
near Xavier’s, ironically, Anne applied for Law School at the same
University, she was planning to move to New York while studying and
eventually gong back to the X-Men, but first we needed to get our
acceptance letter and that wouldn’t come until mid-April.
arrived with our acceptance letters, Bobby was getting an Accounting
Major, John wanted to draw comic books, Doug had a year left on the
School but he wanted to major in International Relations.
tried to forget about Peter but hell, it was so difficult, the whole
house reminded me of him, his room was locked but I would sneak onto
the kitchen at 3 am, hoping to hear him playing bass or Pac Man, it
never happened, they say time is supossed to heal you but I missed
him, I still loved him.
and Bobby are moving out of their appartament next week, we’re
packing her stuff and I’m tired of stacking her whole library in
boxes, after begging for two hours, they finally decide it’s time to
eat, we are all covered in sweat so Bobby goes back to his room to
change, we do the same and wait for him in the hallways, he takes
longer than us in picking up outfits.
are sitting in the hallways, still looking sweaty and tired but we’re
just going to McDonald’s so I don’t really care, Bobby arrives and we
head to his car, I trip with the stairs and before I reach the
ground, I feel a familiar sensation as a pair of arms keeps me from
stumbling, I’m sure it’s Peter.
thanks.” I say, unwrapping myself from the embrace, I look at my
saviour and I feel my heart stop beating, it’s Peter, it’s fucking
Peter, but dammit, he looks terrible, his silver hair is shorter, his
eyes look lifeless, his embrace is colder, someone had erased his
should watch where you’re going Miss Ruiz.” He replies coldy, I whisper an apology and run to the
car, Bobby and Anne stay silent, they saw the awkward interaction, I
can see them staring at me with pity from the mirror, they both knew
my story with Peter, they both hated him, specially Anne, we couldn’t
understand why he never thanked me for saving his life.
are you really sure you don’t want to move with us?” Bobby asks,
they’ve been making me the same question since they decided to move
in together, I want to say yes, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave
Xavier’s, the professor was going to allow me to live there while I
visit you on weekends guys, and we’ll see each other really often
Ann, we can grab lunch together everyday.” I reply, eating my
jalapeño-covered fries, I can’t stop thinking about Peter, what
is he doing in the school? He hasn’t been there in months.
we go back to the school it’s late, almost midnight, we went to a bar
after McDonalds to grab a beer, I don’t usually drink, I kind of hate
it actually but I really couldn’t stop thinking about Peter, I needed
to forget him for a while and the beer was there, two beers were
enough to blur my mind, Anne got sleepy on the drive home and
collapsed in her bed the minute I opened the door to our room.
grab one of the empty boxes Anne bought to pack her stuff and fill it
with everything that reminded me of Peter, the jacket, the Pink Floyd
t-shirt, a bunch of records, the pink dinosaur, the stuffed toy is
way to big to close the box, I manage to carry it all the way down
the stairs to Peter’s room without waking anyone up, I try to leave
it outside his door as silently as I can, he’s in there, I can hear
him playing Pac Man and tears start to fill my eyes when I remember
all the things we went through, dammit alcohol, I hate you for
making me so damn sensible.
I wasn’t silent enough, when I start walking back to my room, the
door opens and Peter’s face comes out of the room, our eyes meet for
a moment and he speeds next to me.
it’s past midnight, the younger children are sleeping, what are you
doing here?” He asks, I lost him, I finally realize I’ve lost him,
he’s not the same Peter I fell in love with, but a part of me wants
to wrap my arms around him, breakdown in tears and discover if my
Peter is buried deep down that armor. “You smell like alcohol, you
can’t drink on campus,you’re not even old enough to drink, what were
just sick of your bullshit Maximoff, you’re an asshole.” I hear my
voice say, but it’s not me, it’s the alcohol talking.
He looks surprised, but at this point I don’t care.
the biggest asshole I’ve ever met Maximoff, I saved your fucking life
and you’re not kind enough to thank me, maybe I should go back time
and never speak to you, I could spare myself all the suffering of
being with you.” My voice cracks and the tears start rolling down
I…” He wraps his arms around me and in the blink of an eye, we’re
in his room.