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fatandnerdy30 · 3 years

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Some Irondad g/t fluff? Pretty please 🥺

Okay....you twisted my arm. This is part one, so if you want to get updates, message me your username and I'll make sure to mention you in the future updates!

After the whole Germany fiasco, the only way for the Avengers to be safe in the world, they had to agree to be put on house arrest, only coming out when the world needed them and no other time.

A lot of the time, the team would hang out in the compound, or just spend the day in the training room, trying to keep busy. But, it was never enough. Every day they would watch the news and see all the evil in the world and want to be out in it, protecting people. No one more than Spider-Man, who was outcast to his apartment in Queens.

And as a hyper-active teenager, he was going crazy! He was banned from watching TV or working on any of his machines or projects. All he was allowed to do was go to school and come home under the watch of government officials. He was so bored!

He wasn't even allowed to call Happy, which he would gladly do if it meant he got to talk to someone! Sure he got to talk to Ned in school and text him when he was bored, but he missed his friend. So that night, he had had enough!

He got his old Spider-Man costume down from the attic space in his room and put it on. The little ankle chain was no problem. Since he wasn't able to eat as much as he needed to due to funding problems, he had lost enough weight to be able to slip it off his body no problem.

Leaving the tracker on his bed, he checked the street. There were three people watching his apartment....but, his room was in a dark spot, which made it so much easier when he had to leave in a hurry, which this was one of those cases.

So, turning off his light, he opened his window as quietly as he could, the teen slipped out into the darkness, his spidey-sense not even twinging. Peter smiled as he crawled across the roof, then let loose a web and jumped off his apartment building, feeling free for the first time in weeks.

While on the way to his best friend's place, he stopped a few muggings, not leaving any evidence he was there and getting a free twelve inch sub out of the deal, which he had devoured in seconds.

Ned's light was off and when Peter checked, his friend was sound asleep, clutching a Yoda plushie, drool covering the poor toy. He didn't want to wake his friend, so he left quickly, webbing his way towards a tall building, sitting on the edge. This was the best he'd felt in like, forever, but he still missed talking with the Avengers. He especially missed Mr. Stark.

Part of his punishment, even though he didn't do anything major, was he was not allowed to even speak to Mr. Stark or any of the Avengers, which Peter hated. He turned and saw the dark Stark Tower and felt tears come to his eyes, burning them.

"You know what? I didn't even do anything during Germany! True, I broke a couple of windows and even though I didn't exactly break the jet walkway, it had fallen on top of me during his fight with Captain America.....so, in a way it was I guess it was my fault. But, I didn't do any major damage! So it wasn't fair that I'm locked up along with the Avengers!"

He sighed and laid back, wishing he could see the stars, but Queens was too bright. You know what, even if he was caught, he was a kid. He could use that to his advantage! And he missed the Avengers, even if he had never officially met them out of his mask. So, he was going to go see them.

It was the holidays, and he had sent the presents to the compound. So, that's what he was going to do. He was going to go to the compound. But, how would he get there? It was basically in the middle of nowhere....that was a conundrum. He went to take out his phone, but he remembered he'd left it home just in case someone tracked it. He began walking along the edge of the building, swinging a leg every now and then over the edge until he got an idea.

Buses were always going everywhere in America, so he had to just find a bus that was going to LA and catch a ride on top! With excitement, he flung his webbing until he sat on top of Madison Square Garden, scaling down the dark side of the building until he got to a point where he could see the terminal and focused on the board. There was a bus leaving for Los Angeles right now!

Smiling, Peter quickly located it and shot a web, pulling himself towards the moving vehicle, landing on top of it as quietly as he could. Now, the trick was to stay warm during the ride. Peter was shivering as the bus pulled into the terminal.

Six long days, riding on the outside of a bus, during December was not a good idea. He should have thought it through, but he was determined to see Mr. Stark. So tired and very hungry, Peter shot a web and the boy took off towards the compound, feeling more lighthearted than he had in a long time. The lights were off in the building, which was perfect for Spider-Man.

Quietly he landed against one of the windows, pressing against it to see if it opened, which it did. Slowly Peter began crawling up to the ceiling when a noise caught his attention and he snapped his head up, looking down to the ground. Peter couldn't keep his eyes off Dr. Banner, who stared back at him in shock. "And who are you?" the man finally asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, um....I'm Spider-Man...." the boy stuttered. This was the actual Bruce Banner he was talking to! The man who had been his scientific idol since he discovered a beaker! "Th-this isn't what it looks like....I-I mean I know I kind of came in like a thief, but, I can explain that and.....crap."

"I should get Tony," Bruce started, but the boy's eyes widened and he ripped his mask off, brown eyes wide.

"Please don't tell Mr. Stark! He'll kill me if he finds out I'm here!" He dropped in front of the doctor, grabbing the man's white coat.

"Whoa!" Bruce cried, backing up a step. "Okay, okay, I won't tell him. Just, take a breath and try to explain, okay?"

The boy nodded and took a deep breath. "I-I'm Spider-Man, as i said...and I just missed Mr. Stark so much, I'm not allowed to call him, even though I didn't even do anything in Germany, I'm locked up with my Aunt and I just needed to get out, and I thought I would visit with Mr. Stark and the rest of the Avengers.....and I'm just realizing how bad of a plan this was. Am-am I in trouble?"

Bruce sighed. "I can't answer that, kid. I'm not Tony, but I will say he'll be shocked when he finds out, which he will."

Peter's face went white and he shook his head. "No, I have to leave. I'm sorry I came here, Dr. Banner. I gotta go!" He turned and suddenly his stomach rumbled loudly, making the boy blush.

"Wait," the man said as soon as the boy let a web loose from his wrist. "It's obvious you're starving and I can't let you leave like this. So have something to eat and stay the night. You can leave in the morning, OK? I would hate for a kid to go hungry and I could have prevented it."

Peter paused and nodded. "Y-yeah, yeah, you're right. Thanks Dr. Banner." He shook the web from his wrist and walked over to the table where the man had been standing....in the dark. He looked down and gasped. "Whoa! Isn't that the size-changey guy's?" He leaned in closer. It was in some kind of magnetic force field, pinned to the table by pins and clips.

"Yeah. Tony brought it back after Germany, and with being stuck here with nothing to do, I decided to study it. I know it's used to make things grow larger, but how it's done, I have no clue." Banner took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I'm gonna go get you something to eat. You stay here, kid, unless you want Tony to find you and punish you." The boy's body shook at that and Bruce smiled. "I'll bring you back a hot cocoa, then I think it's time you got some sleep." Peter nodded, trying to hold back a yawn, failing spectacularly. "Do no touch anything, okay? I'll be right back."

Peter stood in the middle of the lab, swinging his hands back and forth, just looking around when a flash got his attention and he turned to see something tiny moving around on Dr. Banner's table. "What is that?" he wondered out loud, then his eyes widened. It was the size-changey guy! "Hey!" he yelled, and pointed his wrists toward the little guy.

"Being here is a big no-no, especially for you, little....big guy..." He shot a web at the small man, but he dodged it, continuing to run across the table. "Whoa, you're fast! Try this!" He shot multiple webs, but the little guy dodged all of them like he knew where they were going to be. "Oh man, you're awesome! But, like I said, you're not allowed in here!" He ran towards the table, webbing a beaker on his way, about to drop it on top of the little man, when suddenly he grew to a full size man, who stood there, staring at him.

"You're Spider-Man!" he cried. "You're just a kid! I could have killed you!"

"Hey, I'm fifteen!" Peter defended. "I'm not a kid anymore! Now get out!" The man moved to the thing he'd come after, not wanting to hear Hank's lecture about his inventions landing in the wrong hands and all that.

"I will, but not without this," Scott said, grabbing the disc from the table, wincing when he passed through the magnetic field that protected it, and feeling a tingle through his whole body. He saw the boy move and he brought his thumb to his activator, when suddenly the kid jumped and landed on his back the instant he pressed the button.

Something went wrong, because suddenly, he was getting smaller, but also the weight on his back wasn't getting heavier. In fact, it stayed the same....Scott looked back and was met with the face of a scared boy, brown eyes wide as they were pulled to the ground. He let go of the button, stopping his shrink much larger than he was used to. He had to be five inches now. "Wh-what did you do!?" Peter cried.

"Don't blame me!" Scott yelled. "You're the one who jumped on me!"

At that, Peter scrambled off the man's back, staring at his arms, then lifting his head to stare at everything else. "No, no this is not cool! Change me back!" Suddenly the ground started trembling and Scott shot the kid a sad look.

"Sorry, kid, but I gotta go." He clicked his generator and grew, running towards the window just as Bruce came in, shock showing in his face as Scott ran to the open window, jumping through it, clicking his alternator as soon as he made it out, landing on his waiting mount, taking off with a sad look back at the building. He hoped the kid would be all right.

Peter was freaking out. He couldn't believe this....he'd been shrunk! He was just trying to protect Dr. Banner's lab from the Scuba suit guy, and he shrunk him! In full panic mode, Peter's hands fisted in his hair as he turned in circles, looking up with wide eyes. "No, nonononononono," he moaned.

Suddenly, a black shoe landed next to him, and Peter screamed, his senses going wild. He ran from the shoe, only to have another land on the other side of him. "Peter?" he heard Dr. Banner call his name, his voice holding a worried tone as his head swiveled, looking around. "Peter, where are you?" The volume of his voice hurt Peter's too sensitive ears and he covered them with a wince, eyes looking at everything his senses were calling a threat, which at the moment was everything.

"Doctor Banner!" Peter yelled, waving his arms. "Doctor Banner! Down here! Please, look at the floor!" The boy started jumping up and down, but the doctor never looked at him, instead, he kept looking around at all of the webbing on everything. That's when it came to Peter. He had powers. "I feel like an idiot," he grumbled, feeling his face heat up.

He was about to start running when Doctor Banner took a step, his shoe sailing over Peter's head, the ground shaking when it landed and he walked over to the table. Peter took that chance to run over to the lab table, not wanting to waste any webbing just in case, and latched on to the table leg, crawling up as fast as he could, slipping a few times from the slickness of the metal table. Finally after ten minutes of climbing, he made it to the top, panting and clinging to the metal top.

"Oh man that was scary," he said. It reminded him of the trip he took to Washington. Resting a minute, he got up and saw Dr. Banner making a face while he tried to pull the webbing off of his stuff. "This is disgusting," Bruce muttered. "Doctor Banner!" Peter cried, running over to where the blue disc had been, slipping on the metal a few times in his rush.

"Hey! Down here! Please look at the table!"

Bruce's ears picked up a voice calling him and turned, but it told him to look at the table...slowly he looked down and when he spotted the tiny human shaped thing calling his name, his eyes widened to a comical size. "Ahh!!"

Peter covered his ears at the man's scream and shrunk back from the giant man, looking up with a wince. "Not so loud," he cried, shaking his head. "It hurts my ears." Peter walked over to the doctor, stepping around the fingers that were the size of him now.

"What happened?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice lower.

"I-I don't know! I did what you asked, when suddenly, I saw the giant guy from Germany come in here. I tried to protect your lab-sorry about the webs- from him. I tried to stop him, but he took the blue disc, and I jumped on his back, when suddenly a shock went through me and when he shrunk, so did I! And then, he left me like this!" Peter raised his hands, letting them fall to his sides, tears burning his eyes. "Y-you're a doctor, right? Can you fix me? Please tell me you can..I don't want to stay like this!"

"Calm down, kid....take a deep breath, you'll be fine. It may take a while, but I will find a way to fix you. But, for now, I think we should let Tony know."

At that Peter's eyes went wide and he started shaking his head so fast he got dizzy. "No! Please don't tell Mr. Stark! He'll find out I snuck out and probably punish me by sticking me in a box for the entire time I have to be here!"

Bruce chuckled. "Don't over-exaggerate. Tony's an understanding guy, so I'm sure if you pour on the cute act and tell him you missed him so much you had to sneak out to see him, he might forgive you." Banner started to reach for the boy. "Now, let's go explain things to Tony."

Peter watched the giant hand come at him and screamed, his body reacting before his mind could. He grabbed the overly large fingers as soon as they tried wrapping around his body and he heard the doctor let out a yell, and Peter opened his eyes just in time to see the man go flying over the counter, landing on his back with a loud wheeze.

"Holy shit!" the boy cried, running to the edge of the table. "Doctor Banner, a-are you alright?! I'm so sorry, I don't even know what happened!" Bruce stared up at the tiny face staring down at him, trying to get air back in his lungs.

"It's okay," he puffed and rolled to his front, shaking his head. "Just, tell me, what was that?" Peter took a step back when the man grabbed the table by him, shaking it.

"I-I just felt I was in danger, and my senses have been going haywire since this happened, and I reacted....I did whatever I do to things that are a threat to me...I threw it."

Banner smiled at the kid, seeing his tiny face go red. "Well, now we know not to grab you. Just know, I won't hurt you."

"I know, but right now, everything feels like a threat! Everything is so big, Doctor Banner.." Peter sniffled and wiped his nose on his suit. "I-I'm scared.."

The man sent a sympathetic look to the boy. "I know, but we'll get this taken care of. I promise, okay? Now, let's try this again." Bruce got to his feet and slowly lowered his hand to the table, flattening it out. "Take your time."

Peter just stared at the large palm before him. He was shaking, but that was thanks to his senses. He knew Doctor Banner would never hurt him, in his current form, anyway. He heard too many stories about how gentle the man was when he wasn't angry, and from those stories alone, Peter trusted him.

So, he took a step, then another, until he was stepping into the man's hand. It felt squishy yet firm under his feet. "Whoa! I can fell your heartbeat!" he called up to the doctor, missing the smile he got. "And your muscles keep twitching everywhere I step." He wanted to try something. He took a leap and landed on the other side of the doctor's hand, falling on his face when the muscle he landed on jumped and tripped him.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked, feeling the odd sensation of the boy on his hand.

"Yeah...sorry about that, just an experiment." Peter settled on the man's hand, sitting facing the now giant doctor. "Do..do we have to tell Mr. Stark tonight?" he asked nervously.

"I think that would be best, kid....If he finds out in the morning, he'll be even angrier knowing you've been here all night. Speaking of, why hasn't Friday spoken?"

Peter brought a hand to his neck. "That's my fault....I asked her, if I ever came again, not to tell anyone..."

The doctor shook his head. "Tony's not going to like that."

"What won't I like?"

#irondad #marvel g/t #g/t community #peter parker #tony stark #Bruce Banner is a bro

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a-snow-decahedron · 3 years

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what about 10 and... sans and undyne?

oh this was fun. Got a little longer than I expected. Enjoy!

Job application

prompt: 10 - not wearing that

characters: Sans, Undyne

Words: 611

Link to AO3

Papyrus, are you sure this was a good idea? Undyne shrugged as she looked at the sksleton in front of her. He rested his back against the cavern's wall, sipping from a bottle of ketchup, wearing a nonchalant grin. She took a deep breath, and cleared her throat.

"So, your brother is practically begging me to give you a job."

"yeah, he says it'll give me something to do instead of wasting my time."

"Look I'm not handing positions to eveyone who asks me, I gotta see what you've got first. If it's anything like what Papyrus said. it should be no problem."

"sure thing, wanna do it here?" He put the ketchup bottle in his inventory and cleaned his teeth with his sleeve. Undyne cringed.

"Where else do you think?" Undyne stood on the middle of the cavern, when Sans approached, she triggered a FIGHT.

Sans took the first turn. After turning her soul blue, he summoned a combination of white and cyan bones, which Undyne skipped with ease, recognizing the pattern as one Papyrus liked to do as well. However, his tended to be faster, barely giving her a window to pass through the cyan magic unharmed.

"Don't go easy on me, give me your best!"

It was her turn, and she went for a regular attack, the hitbox turned smaller, and she materialized spears that moved upwards in a rhythmic manner, gettin faster each time. Sans dodged perfectly, his eyelights fixed in his soul.

"howzabout something stronger to cut this short huh?" He smirked, putting his palm over his head.

Undyne felt a force pulling her soul to the right, and before she could notice, a row of bones rose from the border of the hitbox. Blue soul magic didn't usually affect the body, only the soul, but she felt nauseous as the skeleton pushed her soul in all directions, as she fought the force to dodge his attacks.

Okay, yeah... Papyrus never told her about that. Invisibility frames were low too, she could barely catch her breath.

"u good?" he asked after stopping the attack.

She nodded, and they kept going threw a few more rounds. Sans went through different patterns, some more elaborate than others, and at the last turn he revealed a skeletal head, whose beam she almost failed to dodge.

"I think that's enough... This could totally catch a human by surprise." She rubbed her arm as she took her turn. "Alright man, I have to CHECK you, ok? Then we'll be done."

"ok."

Undyne widened her good eye. She expected anything but that... She thought the low damage was product of his intent, but it seems his stats were just low. She considered her options. Papyrus wouldn't leave her alone if she rejected him, and the guy certainly had good patterns, having the skill and attention to create them. He was also perfect at dodging. She sighed and came to a conclusion.

"Ok, you're in."

"i passed?"

"Yeah, but listen to me. You gotta wear armor. Not letting you face a human without defense. Now I don't know if we have anything for your... height. You could ask around in the Temmie village?"

Sans eyelgihts disappeared, making his sockets pure void.

"No."

"What?"

"I am NOT wearing that." Undyne felt like she heard a shift in voice, in spelling and something else she couldn't tell.

Alright, too much. Just get it over with...

"Ngaaah, okay, don't complain when you dust."

"not gonna happen."

"You start on Monday, take the furthest station in the forest. Don't be late."

"be seeing ya, undies."

"Call me that again and you're fired!"

But Sans was already gone.

#safeutdr #fic #undertale #sans #undyne

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weloveharrypotter · 3 years

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She Chose You, Moony Pt. 3

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin x Baby!Reader

Summary: The marauders plus Lily were strolling the Hogsmede village when they heard a cry. That’s when they find an abandoned baby. That baby takes quite the liking on Remus.

Warnings: might be cussing, it’s kinda long

It was now the next day, around 1pm. Remus laid in bed with Y/n and had noticed she smelled quite a bit. He sighed as he realized he would need to go shopping.

He placed the napping Y/n on the bed, and started to change. Once he was ready he looked over at Y/n, and noticed she started to wake up.

“Hello sweetheart.” Remus said picking her up. Thats when James and Sirius came into the room.

“Hey guys.” Remus said.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sirius asked.

“Well I need to buy her stuff. Like clothes, food, soap, diapers.” Remus explained.

“Ooh, I’ll come.” James said.

“You want to come shopping?” Remus said.

“Yeah, I have to shop for her too.” James said.

“You don’t have to get her-.” “Yes I do. What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t spoil her.” James said.

“Right, gotta make sure my niece gets all the toys in the world.” Sirius said chiming in. Remus chuckled at his two best mates behavior.

“Alright than. Might as well invite Lily.” Remus said as he picked up Y/n.

“You go ask we’ll be there in a minute.” James said. Remus nodded and left with Y/n.

Remus managed to sneak to the girls dorm and knocked on the door. The door opened and instead of it being Lily, it was Marlene.

“Remus why the fuck do you have a baby?” She asked.

Remus than proceed to explain the events that took place the past day and 1/2.

“Well, that’s adorable. Why’d you stop by?” She asked.

“Oh, I was going talk to Lily.” Remus said.

“Right. Lily!” Marlene called.

“Yeah?” Lily called back.

“Remus is here.” She said stepping away.

Lily walked out of the bathroom and came into view, than walked over.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hey, do you want to come shopping with Sirius, James, and I.” Remus asked.

“I’d love to, let me put my shoes on though.” Lily answered before turning away.

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The marauders plus Lily were now in a muggle shop. Lily insisted it would be far easier for them. They put Y/n in a cart, and looked around the shop.

Despite it being easier in a muggle shop, none of the teens knew where to start. Soon enough they found the baby section.

“What the fuck.” Remus whispered to himself.

“Alright, what’s first on the list?” Lily asked.

“Diapers.” Remus informed. They walked over to the diapers. And looked at the various options.

“Need any help?” They heard a woman asked.

“Uh, yes thank you.” Remus said.

“No problem.” The lady said walking over. She looked over and pulled off a brand he never heard of.

“These are what I used for mine.” He said handing.

“Thank you.” Remus said. “Do you think you could help with some other things too.” Remus asked.

“Of course.” The lady said.

From there on the lady had pulled somethings off the shelf that the baby would need.

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“And that’s it for the necessities. The toys are right here, and down that isle is the clothes. I would do the clothes last because even though you think I’d be the toys that would be the most fun to get, it’s really the clothes.” The lady informed.

“Thank you so much.” Remus said.

“No problem, have a nice day.” She said and walked off.

“So toys.” James said. They walked over and started to look around. Remus heard a whine and looked down at Y/n. She was making the grabby arm motioning for him to pick her up.

“No, not right now.” Remus said. That’s when Y/n dropped her hands and started to cry.

“No, no, no, no. I’m sorry. Here I’ll pick you up.” Remus said as he rushed to unbuckle the buckle that was attached to the cart.

He lifted her up and avoided the crying.

“See your fine.” He said. Lily had walked back over with a wolf, black dog, and deer stuffed animals.

“Oh that’s amazing.” Remus said as lily put them in the cart.

“I know.” She said with a chuckle.

“What?” James asked as he turned around. Once he spotted them he smiled. Remus noticed a cute stuffed bear that Y/n would enoy. But only he could reach it.

Which ment someone else needed to hold Y/n. His first thought was lily because she didn’t cry when in her arms, but he saw lily had wandered off. He sighed.

“Hey Prongs.” Remus said.

“Yup, moony?” James said grabbing some things, and putting them in the cart.

“I need you to hold Y/n.” He said. James stopped and turned around. And so did Sirius.

“We saw how that worked last time.” James said.

“I know but, There’s a bear I like and I’m the only one that could reach it.” He said. James sighed before nodding.

“Ok.” James sighed. Remus slowly moved Y/n away from him, and into James’ arms. She didn’t cry, and they waited a moment to be sure.

“Ok... ok.” Remus said gaining confidence and backing up. Remus than went to go grab the bear.

James looked down at the baby in his arms and smiled. She smiled back.

“Your adorable.” He said going to kiss her nose. As he leaned in, Y/n grabbed his hair.

“Oh, ow.” He said. He went to pull her hands off but, damn, did she have a tight grip.

“Come on, let go. Hey, pads help.” James said. Sirius chuckled and tried to help, but neither could get her to budge.

Remus got the teddy bear and put it in the cart before noticing what happened. He chuckled and walked over. James gave her back and Remus took over trying to pull her away.

“Ok it’s time to let go.” Remus said pulling her hand. After a minute or two they got her to let go.

“Your gunna be a stubborn one.” Remus said. He put her back in the cart, and buckled her in. After another minute in the toy section they headed to clothes.

Lily already had two outfits picked out. This is when the group lost themselves. They picked out things she’d look cute in, pajamas, mini outfits of ones they had, and even tried their hardest to make a outfit that looked like the quidditch uniform.

Once they were done they went to the check out. The cashier scanned everything and put it into bags.

“That’ll be £173.32.” The cashier said. Remus sighed. Before Remus could even pull out his card James’ money was out, and in the cashiers hand.

“I can’t let you pay, where did you even get the money?” Remus asked.

“Too bad I’m paying. And what do you think I was doing at the bank.?” James said. Remus gave him a face, and James returned it.

Once the transaction was over, they all left.

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They all had gotten back from shopping and the guys went back to the dorm, and lily went to here’s.

“Alright, first order of business, bath.” Remus said.

“I’ll go start it.” Said James.

“I’ll go get a towel.” Sirius said.

After that was done it was now time to undress her. Remus started to take her clothes off and carried her to the bathroom.

Once he was sure the temperature was good he placed Y/n in. Remus spread around some toys as Sirius and James took a picture of them.

“Gotta remember the first bath.” Sirius said. Remus chuckled.

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It was now after the shower and it was time to put on a diaper. Remus laid Y/n on top of the towel, and got the materials ready.

“Ok, so I know you wipe.” Remus said as he wiped her with a baby wipe.

“Than you do baby powder, and that you put the diaper on.” Remus continued.

“But how?” Sirius asked.

“We’ll figure it out.” James said.

Remus sighed and put the baby powder on and than put the diaper under you. After a couple failed attempts by each, Remus finally got it right.

“There we go.” Remus said.

“Now for pajamas.” He said pulling out some options.

“We all have pants similar to thoose.” James said pointing to the red and gold plaid pants.

“We do. I guess we’ll match tonight then.” Remus said. “No for the top.” He said.

“How about that white t shirt.” Sirius suggested.

“White t shirt it is.” Remus said as he started to dress her. He smiled down at Y/n. They all just looked at her in awe.

“We’re obviously matching her right?” James asked.

“Yeah.” Remus and Sirius said. The three boys quickly changed into the same plaid pants and white t shirt.

Once they were changed Remus gave Y/n a toy, and climbed in bed next to her. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” The boys said. The door opened and revealed Lily.

“Hey.” James said.

“Hey.” She replied. “I came to say good night to the little one.” She said coming in. She walked over and gave her a hug.

“And nothing for me?” James asked. Lily chuckled and walked over. She kissed him and turned back around.

“I love you.” James said.

“I love you too.” Lily responded walking out.

Remus than pulled out paper and ink and quill.

“Are you writing an owl?” Sirius asked. Remus nodded.

“I’m going to ask my mom and dad to come in next week on Saturday.” Remus admitted.

“Your dads not going to be happy.” Sirius said. Remus sighed.

“I know.” He replied. Than he looked over at Y/n happily playing with a toy.

“But your very worth it.” Remus said.

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(A/N): thanks for reading the next update will be up tomorrow, thank you for reading. As of right now my requests are open, just message me. 😊

#remus lupin #remus x reader #james potter #james x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #adopted #father #shopping #harry potter #magical #hogwarts #dumbledore's army #warewolf #stuff toy

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allie1804-fan · 3 years

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Kerensa

chapter 1, Chapter 2

Warnings: mentions of baby loss

Chapter 3

Getting to Know You

With wet coats hanging up and steaming hot chocolates in hand, they settled into a nook not far from the fire where Scout lay contented by its warmth.

After a sip of the milky goodness, Kerry teased him:

“So if you’re Canadian, how come you’re always commenting on the cold and damp here?”

“It’s a fair point “ he agreed grinning at her teasing “but I’ve been in LA over 30 years. I have no tolerance for cold anymore!” What about you, did you grow up here?”

“Well in England, yes but not here here if that’s what you mean. My parents loved Cornwall, we holidayed here for years and I even got my name from here”

“Kerry? I thought it was an Irish name”

“It’s not that kind of Kerry - Kerry is short for Kerensa”

“And that is?”

“Cornish for ‘love’”

“Awww that’s cute”

Kerry felt the heat rise up her face

“What can I say? My parents were a pair of hopeless romantics!” she shrugged.

Keanu chuckled. He knew how this conversation could go if he didn’t watch it, so he took another sip of his drink to give himself thinking time. He segued away from the subject of romance.

“So how long have you lived here?”

“About 3 years, when both of my parents had passed and after my divorce, I had enough money to invest in a property down here. I needed a fresh start but also something comforting and familiar you know? Here seemed the perfect place so I left my job and headed down. The cottage rental is my main income and I do some freelance copywriting to tide myself over and I’m working on some short stories but I’ve yet to get anything published.”

“Wow a writer, maybe you could give me some tips” he quipped

“I don’t think writing ads for chocolate bars is really training for screenwriting! Or are you writing a novel or a play”

“No it is a screenplay”

Just then, Keanu’s stomach made a loud rumble making him giggle and cover his mouth, embarrassed.

“I guess it’s lunchtime huh? I think I’m going to eat here. I love their fish finger sandwich. Care to join me?”

“You sure? I feel like I’ve hijacked your peaceful morning”

“Not at all, it’s been nice to get to know you a little bit”

Kerry went to the bar placing the order for 2 of their fish-finger sandwiches. That was a bit of a misnomer really as they weren’t your standard breadcrumbed fish sticks in flat white bread but rather tender Cod goujons in a light beer batter served in a crusty home baked roll with homemade tartar sauce and chunky triple cooked chips.

After a few bites, they picked up the conversation from before.

“So, you were divorced 3 years ago then? Or did it take you longer to execute your exit plan?”

About 3 and a half years now. Things had been unraveling for a while so my plan was underway for about a year before I got here.”

“No children?”

She shook her head, a shadow passed over her expression.

“That’s good”

Her expression turned stricken.

“Gosh sorry, I meant good that there weren’t kids to be hurt by the divorce, not good that you don’t have them!”

“No it’s ok, it’s just a touchy subject. It’s why we split up basically”

Keanu tilted his head, encouraging her to continue.

Kerry took another bite of her sandwich, taking a moment to decide what to share.

“We both wanted a family, very much, but it just never worked out. I had a couple of miscarriages then nothing, for a couple of years. When we got checked out, they couldn’t find a problem but they recommended we try IVF or adopt, and turns out he didn’t want a family with me enough to go through any of that!”

“I’m so sorry”

Kerry could see the sincerity in his warm brown eyes and threw him a sad half-smile.

“Thanks. You know, it’s odd, obviously it hurts that it’s unlikely now that I’ll ever have kids, but what hurt the most is not that, nor losing the relationship but that I so badly misjudged who he was as a person. It’s like my “good person” radar failed me so badly!”

Keanu chuckled with recognition.

“Been there, got the t-shirt! It really sucks huh? I had a completely different situation with a friend but it also left me reeling – they turned out not to be who I thought they were, not at all.”

“Oh, what happened?”

“Well I helped him out with funding for a project, then he forged my signature on a contract and I ended up having to make a movie I hated just when I should have been somewhere else.”

“That sucks. What was the film?”

“Eugh” Keanu made a guttural noise “The Watcher”, I played a serial killer and it was just bad!”

Kerry laughed

“Sort of against type I guess”

“Nah, nah it wasn’t playing a bad guy I had a problem with, it was just a shitty script and a shitty project full stop”

“And where should you have been?”

“What?”

“You said before, you were forced to do the film when you should have been somewhere else?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, right”

Keanu’s voice had got quieter with each word.

Seeing his hesitation, Kerry assured him “no need to share, looks like a bad memory”

“No, you shared your painful memories with me, I can too.” He sighed sadly. I should have been with my girlfriend at the time. She was pregnant, 8 months along and I was away filming that shitty film in New York. She went for her last scan and there was no heartbeat. She called me” he paused, remembering “God she was screaming and wailing down the phone for me to come home”

“And you couldn’t?”

“No, of course I did, I dropped everything and went home, that’s not what I meant, it’s just that I’ll just always wonder, if I’d been there before….. then things might have been different …..”

Kerry reached over and squeezed his hand. She hoped she wasn’t overstepping but it seemed the only response to such a revelation.

“Did you have a son or a daughter?”

“A daughter, Ava. She’d be 22 now.”

“I’m so sorry”

“I’m sorry, for you too, for your lost babies. Do you know what you were having?”

“No, they were early miscarriages, at about 10 weeks.”

“Still enough time for hope to bloom right?”

Kerry nodded

“Not many people get that, especially not someone who’s experienced such a different level of loss”

“I have enough friends who’ve been through a miscarriage to know there’s a lot of commonality.”

They both sighed and drew in a shaky breath then giggled at their mirrored actions.

“I feel like we deserve the naughtiest dessert on the menu after sharing all those sad memories!” Keanu offered in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Oh I couldn’t manage a whole one”

“We’ll share one then, what do you fancy ?” he asked looking towards the menu board. “What’s the most trad thing we can get?”

“Gotta be the sticky toffee pudding with clotted cream Ice cream hasn’t it?”

“Let’s go for it”

That decided, they finished their lunch off in a lighter mood with the delicious pudding to share, then walked up the hill to the house and cottage slowly in light of their full stomachs!

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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 3

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

word count: 6k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3. ch.4

summary:

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year? So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a roller-coaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

a/n: Hello, Jun here! Whew this took a while to write but thank you for your patience!! (poor Y/N still doesn’t know their real names but maybe she’ll find out soon?) Any feedback is appreciated <3

tag list: @wilhelminalucinda @ghostkat23 @ayoo-bangtan @sadgurllayha

2 months later.

August is relentless. You’re sweaty all the time and you have no choice but the crank up the a/c every single day. This heat wave is incredibly brutal because all you want to do is stay at home eating ice cream in your underwear but instead you’re stuck working overtime to pay for what you assume will be a record-high electricity bill. Fuck you global warming.

It’s currently Tuesday. You’re on lunch break at work, chowing down on a falafel wrap and scrolling through your phone, when a text pops up from Karli.

Karli: Don’t forget!

You: ???

Karli: This friday?

You scratch your head. Wtf?

You: What’s on friday?

Karli: Umm the date? Remember?

No you didn’t. Your dumbass actually forgot about a whole date. You can’t believe yourself. Karli finally set you up with that accountant guy from her job. What’s his name again? Brad? Brandon?

You: oh yeah! my bad haha

Karli: You forgot his name didn’t you?

You: …maybe

Karli: Lol it’s Bryce sweetie

Karli: He’s really sweet! Just give it a shot

You: of course i will

You: i’ll turn up my maximum charm

Karli: Dats my girlllll

Karli: Ugh gtg it’s my boss

Karli: Bye!

You: bye babe

You set your phone down, trying to envision this upcoming Friday. Karli mentioned she gave Bryce your phone number, and he’ll text you sometime this week about your date, so at least you don’t have to make any moves first. She did show you his picture though, being the wingman that she is by stalking all his social media just for you. You’ve gotta admit he is cute, the profile picture showed him sporting a casual smile, with blonde hair and blue eyes. The classic boy-next-door look.

“And he’s most likely not a serial killer!” You remember her declaring a few weeks ago, after scrolling through all his tweets. And when you say all his tweets you mean EVERY Single tweet from when he created his account in high school till now. Your best friend does not fuck around.

“Thanks I appreciate that. Glad he’ll ‘most likely’ not kill me.” You rolled your eyes and grinned at her.

While you munch away the rest of your lunch, you think about how you just aren’t acting like yourself lately. In any other circumstance, you would’ve found yourself more excited for the date. Hell, in any other circumstance you would’ve at LEAst remembered his name, or thought about what to wear by now, or even stalked his social media along with Karli. There’s just a teensy problem though. See, in the past few months you happen to have met two boys who completely changed your standards in men. And you may have maybe developed the tiniest crush on both of them, at the same time. Like how?? You didn’t think you were physically capable of doing that?

You sigh, staring at the rest of your falafel wrap, and force yourself to accept reality. As much as you adore them, you know that your little crush will be completely unreciprocated. This you found out through your group chat, now named ‘Hazel’s Nuts’ (courtesy of Scarlet). It’s not that you confessed to them or anything, they just happened to let slip to you one day that they’re a mated pair. And hybrids mate for life, so they take that shit very seriously. Although this news stung a little, it didn’t cause you to be envious in any way. At the end of the day, crush or not, you’re just glad you have two more people in your life you can confidently call your close friends.

For the past two months you’ve actively kept up with them. Sometimes you’ll send memes back and forth all night, sometimes you’ll group call each other after work. Every once in a while, when they’re not busy doing whatever it is they’re doing, they facetime you. These are your favorite moments because you get to see them in all their attractive glory. Just because they don’t like you that way doesn’t mean a girl can’t deny herself some eye candy.

You guys never run out of things to talk about. Each day you check the group chat and it’ll be popping. Your topics range from the movie that just came out, restaurants they discovered, to even discussing new criminal cases (you got Hazel into watching true crime Youtube videos and now he’s entirely hooked). Sometimes you just sit back and watch the two boys bicker back and forth. It’s hysterical how they decide to argue through text since you’re sure both of them are probably in the same room together, but you appreciate them keeping you in the loop.

At this point they’ve already virtually met Karli. She’s been in the background of one or two of your facetimes. You’re glad she approves of them instantly and you wonder if it has a little something to do with their, especially Scarlet’s, boyish charms. She does keep you grounded though, never failing to mention how it’s suspicious that you don’t know their real names yet.

“I don’t think they mean any harm and they seem genuinely nice,” she had reassured, “But you gotta admit not telling you their names is a little sketch.”

You just shrugged. “They have their reasons.”

Internally you do believe she has a point. Even though you don’t want to force information out of the boys, you’re a naturally curious person. Your mind has already compiled a list of all the unusual facts you’ve discovered about them.

A couple of things have become clear to you over the span of the last few months. The most important fact is that although they share tons of content with you, you still have no idea what they do for a living. You’re also 90% sure they don’t have an owner since there’s never anyone else around them. Another, more interesting fact is that you suspect they’re actually pretty wealthy. Every time you facetime, they’re in some sort of lavish looking hotel penthouse, with fancy furniture and artwork hanging in the background. They also dress designer, occasionally flashing their Balenciaga hats, or little Gucci necklaces, or other fancy logos your peasant-ass is unfamiliar with. You actually googled one of Hazel’s t-shirts from your most recent facetime, having no idea what the FG logo stood for. You remember your eyes bulging out of your head after discovering his plain white shirt with two black letters cost more than $200. TWO HUNDred dollars?!!! Do you know how much food and gas you could buy with $200? Why in the fuck would he spend that much on a shirt??

If only you knew how much their watches cost.

Friday rolls around faster than you can blink and before you know it, you’re rushing home from work to get ready. Bryce texted you for the first time on Wednesday to see if you wanted sushi (hell yeah you did) and you were fortunate enough to notify your boss so you could be let out early. You’ve been such a work horse the last few months that they had no choice but to let you leave in advance.

So far Bryce seems nice enough but you can’t get a proper gauge of his character through text. Oh well, guess you’ll find out tonight.

The sushi place you’re meeting at is on the fancier side, and includes a bar. Knowing yourself, if there’s a bar, there’s no car, which means you won’t be driving. The last thing you want is to leave your car parked somewhere sketchy overnight cause you accidentally got too tipsy to drive. You like to think you have some semblance of control but it’s always better to be safe than sorry.

You were let out at 4, which means you have only 2 hours to get ready. As soon as you get home you sprint to your closet at lightning speed. You rummage through your drawers, hoping to find something, ANYthing, that’s appropriate for this occasion. For one quick second, your eyes dart to your forbidden drawer, aka the ho drawer. It contains the remains of your slutty party dresses and tops from college. Being the hoarder that you are, you never like throwing away things, even if you have no need for them anymore. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? You snap your eyes back to the rest of your closet. You’re going for sushi, not to dance at some club. Besides, you have no intention of sleeping with anyone tonight.

After an hour of deciding on a suitable outfit you finally start on your makeup. Your work makeup has dried up, and now feels gross and cakey on your face, so you remove it all and start anew. At least you had the decency to shower this morning so your hair isn’t too gross.

The place is around a 10 minute Uber ride away but you took your sweet ass time getting ready so now you’re in a frenzy. When your phone buzzes, signaling your driver is here, you swipe on some lipstick last minute, grab some chunky heels, and practically fly out the door.

You stare out the window of your ride, wondering why you’re lowkey wishing you could spend Friday night at home watching tv instead, or even just spending the evening facetiming two hot hybrids. This all feels a little too rushed. But no, you shake your head and attempt to hype yourself up. C’mon Y/N this is the first real date you’ve been on in ages. At least TRy and be a little more motivated.

The car pulls up and you thank the driver, stepping out into the warm night air. August is still hot, even in the evenings, and you’re glad you didn’t bring a cardigan. Bryce has already texted you, letting you know he was inside, sitting at your reserved spot. You take a deep breath. Ok, time to put on your game face. You strut in, trying your very best to push the faces of two very good-looking friends out of your mind.

You spot Bryce in a corner, head buried in his phone, his wavy blonde hair not easy to miss. You slide in the seat across from him, prompting him to quickly look up and flash you an easygoing smile.

“Hello there!”

“Hi!” You chuckle nervously. “I hope I’m not too late.”

“Not all all!” He slides his phone back in his pocket, smile still on his face. “You’re just in time.”

A waiter comes by and you both take your orders. You make sure to order a drink because you have a feeling you’ll need the liquid courage to strike up more conversation. Maybe some sake will help ease you.

The first couple minutes are kinda awkward, not gonna lie. Bryce tries to get you to talk about work and you do answer him, but honestly work is the last thing you want to discuss right now. You try to shift the conversation to his job, but that only ends up being worse as he quickly launches into the ins and outs of life as an accountant. Maybe your two hybrids friends have spoiled you because you barely remember the last time you had to fill empty space with small talk.

When the food comes you quietly sigh a breath of relief, hoping the sushi in front of you will help you both get settled and give you time to think of more interesting topics to talk about.

“So,” you wrack your brain, “let’s get to know each other more! Like, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” That’s got to be a safe enough question.

“Hm, I’m actually more of a yogurt kinda guy, ice cream’s not really my thing.”

You freeze, California roll halfway to your mouth. Ok, ok, cool, cool. So he doesn’t like ice cream, that’s fine. You sweat a little. Hurry Y/N think of something else to ask.

“Yeah, I guess that’s not everybody’s thing.” You grimace. “Then what about, i don’t know, cookies? What’s your favorite kinda cookie?”

“Actually I prefer crackers, you know, like the saltine ones? Cookies can be too sweet sometimes.” He’s devouring his dragon roll, not noticing the panic in your eyes. He’s caught you off guard twice today.

This isn’t going well and you’re genuinely surprised because you know Karli has done her research, certain that you two would get along. Guess life really likes to throw you some curveballs.

Who the fuck prefers crackers over cookies anyway?? Ok. Code red! Change the fucking subject before the silence becomes unbearable. Your dessert-related ice breakers had never failed you before but there’s always a first for everything, you guess.

You take a generous swig of sake. “Right, crackers are... good.” You’re mumbling at this point. “Ok, um, what about hobbies? Got any?” Please throw me a fucking bone here! Your mind is reeling but externally you try to act calm and composed, dabbing at the corner or you mouth delicately with a napkin.

“Oh yeah!” His face lights up. Oh thank god. “Do you like football? Me and my buddies at the office sorta formed this team, and we play against other departments. It’s really fun! You should come by and watch sometime!”

“Uh, sure!” Football. Huh. The last time you were anywhere near a football was when you met someone from your college team at a bar. Well he wasn’t holding a football per se, but that counts right? You only remember how much of a douche he was, trying to hit on one of the girls from your group after getting entirely too wasted.

“Awesome! I’ll hit you up when the next game is set!” It’s almost impressive how he doesn’t notice all the tension emitting from your body. In fact, you have a feeling he’s actually enjoying himself and your company.

The rest of the dinner goes by in the same manner. With him happily answering all your questions and you slowly discovering just how little you both have in common.

He is a gentleman though, that you can’t deny. When all the food has been cleared away he immediately swoops in to pay the bill, ignoring your insistence at paying for your half at least. He really isn’t a bad person, just the opposite. Besides your difference in interests, he is a sweet guy overall, and you do find him to be physically attractive. There’s just no spark, no silver lining that keeps you wanting more. When you both get out of your seats he offers to drive you back to your place but you politely decline. You say it’s because you don’t want to trouble him but in reality you need space for yourself to think.

As soon as you arrive home you take off your shoes and plop yourself down on the couch, running your hands through your hair. You check your phone, a few notifications from ‘Hazel’s Nuts’ popping up.

Scarlet: Do you think she’s done with her date yet??

Hazel: Hey Y/N how was it?

You had told them about this date beforehand and they were excited to root for you, which did bruise your ego a bit since it reaffirmed your unreturned attraction to them, but also prompted you to go through with it. This last notification was from 45 minutes ago but you couldn’t reply since you were still at dinner.

You: hi I just got back!

You don’t expect them to respond right away but to your surprise:

Scarlet: And???

You: it was meh

Hazel: That bad huh?

You: no nothing like that!

You: he’s really cute and all, it’s just we basically have nothing in common

Scarlet: Aww poor Y/N (sad emojis)

Hazel: Hey happens to the best of us

Hazel: Actually I wouldn’t know cause I’ve only been with fox boy

You: thanks anyway, i appreciate it Hazel

Maybe it’s cause you’re a little tipsy, or maybe you just feel so open and vulnerable around them tonight, but the next text you send is especially honest.

You: ughhh idk guys i’m just so lonely!!! why can’t things just work out for me for once! Like the first real date I go on in years and this happens :(

They don’t respond for a long time. So long in fact you start to get worried that you exposed too much about yourself.

15 minutes pass by but to you it feels like hours. You’ve already removed all your makeup and changed into your pajama shirt. You relocate to your bed, checking your phone again, thinking of a way to play off your last text as a joke when:

Hazel: If you’re so lonely maybe you could adopt?

You grin to yourself, glad that they’re not being judgmental. Their concern for you resets your mood.

You: ha ha you know my apartment doesn’t allow pets

You: but honestly if i could i would, cause i’d definitely get a little kitty

Hazel: I’m flattered

You: thanks but i meant a real cat

Hazel: Either way i’m flattered

Scarlet: HEY what about foxes??

You: pretty sure owning a pet fox is illegal here Scar

Scarlet: (angry emojis)

Hazel: You heard what the lady said

You: anyways i’m going to bed

You: thanks for making me feel better guys <3

Hazel: Anytime

Scarlet: But hypothetically if foxes weren’t illegal you’d get a pet fox right??

You: of course i would sweetie

Scarlet: (happy emojis)

Scarlet: Yay!!! Goodnight Y/N!

Hazel: Night Y/N

You: night boys

You wake up next morning on your own time, checking your phone to see that you slept in till 11am. Wow, you haven’t slept that well in a while. Maybe it’s the stress from the previous weeks of non stop working, or the pressure to maintain your composure last night, but either way you knocked out like a rock. You sit up, lean back, and stretch your arms as far as they can go.

Today you’re meeting Karli at her place up north. She couldn’t ask you about last night since she was occupied, her seven year anniversary with her boyfriend Sunny coinciding with your date. But she assured you a couple days ago over facetime that today was going to be a girl’s day, no boyfriend included.

“Hey!” Sunny had popped out of nowhere in the video when he heard the news, a look of mock shock on his face. “I live here too! So what, you're just gonna kick me out of the house and leave me on the streets to starve?”

“My god stop being dramatic!” Karli had shoved him playfully off the screen. “I need girl time with Y/N and it’s not girl time if you’re in the house.”

“I can be one of the girls! Right Y/N?” He sounded betrayed.

“I know you can but I’m not the one who makes the rules.” You pointed out.

He sighed. “You got me there.”

Since you’re just spending time at Karli’s and getting takeout, you felt zero need to dress up. You washed your face, threw on an oversized t-shirt some old hookup left at your place (hey it was cute) and some tights, and tied your hair out of your face. This entire process took less than 30 minutes and next thing you know you’re ready to head out.

You sent Karli a quick text, letting her know you’re on the way. You grab a bottle of prosecco, your purse, and keys, saying a quick goodbye to your roommate Ayah on your way out. She gives you a small wave, reminding you that she, yet again, has to leave today for a whole week. You backtrack to give her a quick goodbye hug, telling her to drive safe, before you take off.

Karli’s place isn’t as far as the beach coffeehouse you frequent, but it’s still located in the wealthier side of town. The drive lasts a good 20 minutes but it feels a lot faster since you spend the whole time singing along to your favorite songs.

You pull up to Karli’s apartment complex, driving yourself to the guest parking space. Her apartment building is pretty tall, with a distant, but gorgeous view of the beach.

Karli squeals when she opens the door, immediately giving you a big hug. When you break apart you hold up the bottle of prosecco in your hand, waving it in front of her face.

“I know you have the ingredients here so let’s make some spritz!”

“Yay!”

Aperol spritz is your favorite at-home drink to make with Karli. She had gone on a short trip to Italy in the summer between her two years at grad school and tried the drink there, completely falling in love. She googled the recipe, made it for you one day, you had said “Oh FUck that’s good!”, and the rest is history.

She grabs the bottle and quickly relocates it to her kitchen. Her energy levels are sky high today and you wonder what’s got her so elated. She’s skipping everywhere she goes, there’s a permanent smile etched on her face, and she’s humming non stop as she pulls you away from the front entrance.

Sunny emerges from the hallway, two hands in the air in surrender.

“I’m heading out, I swear!”

Sunny is a big teddy bear of a man, with tattoos splayed across his arms and a well-kept beard. There’s a term you learned online called ‘lumbersexual’ and that’s exactly the word to describe Sunny. He almost reminds you of Jason Momoa, the actor who played Aquaman. Those who just meet him think he looks intimidating at first but once you get past his height and size, you see just how much of a softie he is. He’s also extremely intelligent, working somewhere in the computer industry developing software.

Karli bounds over to him and gives him a big snuggly hug and tiptoes all the way up to give a quick kiss to his lips.

“Have fun babe! Love you!”

“Love you too! Also bye Y/N!”

“Bye Sunny have fun!” You smile as he treads out the door.

You both head to the kitchen and start making your drinks.

“Aren’t you extra chipper today!” You mention as you pour a splash of club soda into your glass.

“Am I?” She doesn’t look at you, wearing a mysterious grin, stirring her mixture with a straw.

After you both finish making your drinks, you head to her living room and settle onto her plush sofa.

Karli yawns, almost too dramatically, covering her left hand over her mouth. You quirk your eyebrow at her, wondering why she’s acting so weird until you spot it. There’s something large, something shiny, on her left ring finger.

“Oh my god….” Your entire mouth hangs open. “Oh my GOD!!! Is THAT…?”

“Yep!”

“Did HE -?”

“Yep!!”

“AND YOU - ?

“YEP I DID!!”

“YOU’RE ENGAGED?!?!?!”

“I KNOW!!!!”

What happens after is a shriek rivaling that of a pterodactyl taking flight after spotting prey, except the sound is just the two of you screaming and jumping up and down in Karli’s living room.

You bring her into a tight hug, so emotional that you’re about to tear up. And you’re not one to cry that easily.

“I’m so happy for you!” You pull apart and wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

“Thank you! I’m so happy too!” Her smile is also a little watery. “Like I knew he was gonna do it soon since we’ve been together so long but I’m still shocked you know?”

“I know!”

“And I’m sorry. Today was supposed to be me asking about your date last night.” She dabs at her eyes. “Bryce really likes you too. He even texted me thanking me for introducing you!!”

“Oh shit...” You take this chance to drink your Aperol spritz. “I’m gonna be completely honest with you. It’s true he’s cute but there was no spark.” You give her an apologetic grin, knowing she really wanted this to work out for you. “Like don’t get me wrong he’s super nice and stuff but I just couldn’t find anything we have in common. I can’t believe he’s still into me?!”

“Aw I’m sorry babe.” She pouts. “I really did think you would be a good match.”

“It’s ok. Anyways,” you wave her off, bringing up the more important subject at hand. “I’d much rather talk about your engagement! Like, hello?? You’re getting married, girl!!

Another squeal. You really hope her neighbors don’t complain.

“I know!! I literally don’t know what to think!” She smiles wistfully, like she’s on cloud nine, then brings her attention back to you. “Also you’re the maid of honor and you can’t back out of that.”

“I would never!” You gasp dramatically, one hand clutching your chest.

“But don’t worry!” She sets her drink down. “The wedding’s not happening till next year at least. We don’t have to start planning till way later.”

The rest of the day you spend chatting to Karli, prompting her to spill every single detail about the proposal. Even though you have no need to help her plan a wedding just yet, you can’t hold back from offering some ideas that spring to mind.

“I got it!!” You shout.

“You got what?”

“Hear me out,” you may or may not be a little tipsy at this point. “Goth wedding!” You say with jazz hands. Then you reach down to take another sip of your drink.

“Hmm…” She pretends to think about the idea, then giggles. “And that’s enough prosecco for you.” Plucking the glass out of your hand, she transfers it to her kitchen sink.

A couple more hours roll by. You both decide to watch a cheesy Netflix horror movie to sober up, paired with the Mexican takeout you ordered. By the time the credits roll, the sun has long since set, along with your alcohol buzz. You check the time on your phone, deciding it’s best to head home since poor Sunny has been respectfully out and about all day, giving you your girl time.

You give Karli one last big hug, murmuring into her hair how happy you are for her situation. She walks you to the apartment elevator, where you proceed to blow her a swift kiss right before the doors close in your face.

Reality sets in the moment you’re alone. Your head swims with thoughts as you drive back. Most of them are happy about your best friend’s engagement but you can’t discount the little ugly bubble of jealousy that wells down deep in your gut, reminding you of your own current situation. It’s not until you reach home that you realize you didn’t even play music in the car.

Ayah has long since gone on her business trip by the time you arrive at your apartment. The whole place looks dark and unwelcome, only highlighting the emptiness you feel inside. You trudge to your room and slump onto your bed. You try to scroll through social media as a way to distract yourself but you’re met, instead, by all the pictures and posts of happy people, showing off their achievements or bragging about their seemingly perfect lives.

You immediately lock your phone and throw it onto the blanket, the stress and anxiety from the last few months building to a boiling point in your mind. Your biggest concern is you still haven’t figured out your lease situation, and you only have two more months to move out or find someone new. Ayah has tried her best to help you but she’s bombarded by business trips so no luck so far. You let out a small groan and bury your head in the pillow, deciding to sleep it off and worry about your problems tomorrow, even though it’s not even that late.

Right as you’re about to drift off into dreamland, your phone rings. You fumble around the covers until it’s in your hands and check that you have a facetime call from your two favorite boys.

Immediately your body jerks awake and you sit up, swiping the answer button.

“Hey guys!”

“Hi Y/N!!” Scarlet’s heart-shaped smile is taking up most of the screen but you can see a sliver of white and grey hair behind him.

Hazel elbows him out of the way. “Sorry were you sleeping?” He tilts his head, ears twitching. “Wait, it’s only 10 pm where you’re at. You never sleep this early.”

“No I wasn’t... I mean, yeah I was trying to sleep but…”

You sigh. It’s their faces. Just seeing them through a screen, their wide, innocent eyes blinking up at you, makes you want to spill everything.

You nibble on your bottom lip for a moment. “I was just kinda having an existential crisis so I decided to sleep it off. No biggie.”

Scarlet’s eyebrows furrow in concern. After only two months, he can already tell when something is off with your tone of voice.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He looks up for a bit, pausing to think. “Was it the date last night?”

“The date?” Oh yeah the date. Yet another thing that didn’t go well. You totally forgot about that can of worms. “Not really… or actually kinda?”

You try to reorganize your jumbled mess of a brain and put your thoughts into words.

“So you know how I said I was going to Karli’s today?”

“Mhm,” they nod at you to continue.

“Well turns out she got engaged last night.”

“That’s awesome! I’m so happy for her!” Scarlet bounces a little, then quickly returns to a more serious tone. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

“Yeah I’m happy for her too.” And you genuinely are.

You pause for another moment, teetering on the edge of playing your emotions off like it’s no big deal or exposing all of your concerns yet again. Your need for an outlet to vent to wins in the end. For the first time you find yourself unable to confide in Karli because you want her to be happy and focus on the engagement rather than to be preoccupied with you. Before you know it, the words flow from your mouth like running water.

“It’s just that her announcement really brought me back to earth, and I started thinking a little too much about my own life.” You purse your lips. “I don’t know… I feel pretty selfish right now because she’s doing so well and I just can’t help comparing my life to hers. I’m so proud of her but it’s like everything in her life is coming together and I just want that for me also.” You throw your hands up in frustration, almost knocking the phone off from where it leans on your pillow. “I mean we’re the same age for god's sake! Why can’t I get my shit together??”

“Well you should be proud of yourself though,” Hazel cuts in. “Cause we are.” He gestures to Scarlet and himself.

“Yeah!” Scarlet chimes. “I mean you’ve got a full time job and a place to stay. I know you don’t feel like it’s the most ideal situation right now but please don’t discredit yourself.”

“Thanks guys.” You calm down a bit, but then you remember the whole issue with your apartment. Scratching the back of your neck, a habit you’ve picked up whenever you’re nervous, you say in a much smaller voice, “although my ‘place to stay’ might not last much longer.”

“What do you mean?” Both boys’ eyebrows are raised in confusion.

You realize you never mentioned your living situation to them, the topic always pushed to the back of your mind whenever they initiated conversation.

“Yeah.” A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “My lease ends soon and Ayah wants to move to a place of her own. And I have two months to figure out where to live or find another roommate.” You let out a frustrated huff. “She’s been so helpful but still no luck I guess.” You shrug in defeat.

You feel like a balloon that’s lost all its air, brain exhausted from running through all the problems in your life.

“Actually that’s pretty convenient for- ” Scarlet starts, but is elbowed again in the ribs by Hazel. “Ow!”

“Not yet!” The cat hisses quietly to him.

“Huh?” Now you’re confused. What in the world are they talking about?

Hazel turns back to you. “I’m really sorry about everything Y/N. If there’s anything we can do to help please let us know.”

“Thanks buddy.” You offer him a small smile, choosing to ignore what just happened since they clearly don’t want to reveal anything just yet.

Hazel then shifts to a more nervous stance, ears slightly flattening and both hands grabbing his floofy grey tail for comfort. It’s the cutest goddamn thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

“So Y/N, um, there’s a reason we called you tonight.”

You’re glad for a change in subject, a much needed distraction away from your downward spiraling thoughts.

“Oh right! Yeah. What’s up guys?”

Scarlet steps in front of him again, blocking most of the screen.

“We have a surprise for you!” He’s so close to the camera that you can only see half of his unblemished face but from the way his eyes crinkle, you can tell he’s giddy with anticipation.

“A surprise- ?”

“Yeah!!”

Hazel nudges himself into view again. “Quit hogging the whole screen fox! I swear to god next time we’re using the tv. I can’t see anything! Anyways,” he turns to you and smooths his shirt, expression back to stoic, “are you free next weekend?”

“I should be. Why?” You’re still a little lost on what the surprise is.

“Cause we’re coming back to town!” Scarlet blurts out.

“You are?!” Suddenly all your negativity melts away, replaced by excitement. Hard to believe just five simple words can shift your mood a complete 180°.

“But wait, there’s more!” You snort at how much Scarlet sounded like an infomercial just now.

“We’d like to invite you to dinner next Saturday night. If that’s ok with you?” Hazel isn’t as physically expressive as Scarlet but the hopeful shine in his eyes gives himself away.

You melt at his expression, heart rate speeding up. “Of course that’s ok! I’d love to!”

“Great!” He flashes one of his rare gummy smiles. “Saturday night. 7 pm. We’ll text you the details.”

“Yep!” Scarlet pipes in. “There’s something important we gotta ask- !” He lets out a small gasp, tail bristling, and clamps a hand over his mouth as if he just said something he shouldn’t have.

“What’s important?” You’ve gotta admit, your curiosity is at its peak right now, and it doesn’t help that they’re acting a little weird today.

Hazel rubs his temples in exasperation, groaning at Scarlet. “What part of ‘not yet’ did you not understand?” He then addresses you. “Sorry Y/N I promise we’ll tell you when we see you in person.”

“Ok.” Cool. That’s fine. You’re a little nervous about what they have to say and it’ll be torture to wait but you’re a big girl and you can handle not knowing for a week. “I can’t wait to see you guys!!” you added.

“Me too!” Scarlet’s personality is so bubbly and contagious that you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Same.” Hazel lets out a small yawn. “Well we’re in a different time zone than you and it’s really late here so I gotta hit the hay.”

“Mk, go get your beauty sleep.” You give them a little wave. “And thanks for everything. I mean it.”

“No problem Y/N.” Scarlet also gives off a yawn, stretching his tired limbs. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

After ending the facetime call, you lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. Your mind is active once again, but this time it’s not clouded with self-deprecating thoughts. Instead, you spend the remainder of the evening theorizing about the ‘important’ things the boys have to tell you. Maybe you’ll finally find out their real names. Or maybe they’ll reveal something else about themselves, like why they’re constantly travelling, or what they actually do for a living. Either way you can’t wait for next Saturday to come around.

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“Brew” - TGG SVTFOE Fanfic Collection Ch. 6

Writing: @ngame989

Art: @toxicpsychox

Editing: @toxicpsychox, @seddm, an IRL friend

Alternate fic links - FFnet, AO3

Summary: After close to a year on Earthni, Tom's been dragged back into the princely life, and it's a lot less exciting than he'd expected. With Star and Marco away on urgent business, can Janna help him turn a boring errand into a fun adventure?

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This one’s a nice change of pace from the last two chapters, I think. TGG’s still a Starco-focused work, expect these to be the exception not the norm, but I think it’s important to strike a balance. See below for the text, hope you enjoy!

“No results.” Huh? Three eyes narrowed at the screen in frustration. Maybe a different search term? “No results.” Alright Tom, no big deal, man. Maybe you just spelled something wrong. Annnnnd… there. “No results.” How could there be nothing?

Tom leaned back in the chair and sighed, exercising restraint over the little anger demons inside him as he’d trained himself to do. In the past he’d needed a physical bunny to pet if he wanted even a hope of keeping his cool, but at this point suppressing the urge was such reflex that most would think he just had a regular Mewman quick temper and nothing more in all but the most extreme of conditions, but he was getting pretty close to that point now. Grandpa Relicor’s study had everything, or so he thought, but this was the first time he could ever remember being here where it come up short. He’d checked every shelf, everything he could think in the computer, had even fireblasted a few of the shelves just to see if there were any hidden switches or anything. Even Relicor had been at a loss and had been screeching in distress on the floor for long enough that Tom’s brain had graciously tuned it out. What could be so important about this book his mom needed? He hadn’t even had time to change his casual graphic tee from a cartoon he liked, simply tossing his maroon jacket over it before heading out at his mother’s behest. He wasn’t one to say no to her, but it had been hours since he’d shown up here and he was no closer to figuring this out than he had been this morning.

Suddenly his phone buzzed, displaying the familiar beaming face of his ex-girlfriend close up to the camera. A toothy grin erupted as he picked it up, holding the phone up for a video feed. “Heya, Starship.”

“Hey, Tom!” Star beamed into the camera. “How’s it hanging? Long time no see. So,” she rambled out in one breath, “I may have a teensie weensie wittle problem.” She backed up to reveal her hair in complete disarray, sans horns, and black marks all over her light blue dress. Before Tom could even ask the question, her other hand held up charred fragments of her headband. “Someone still hasn’t learned how to use an Earth oven properly!” she forced out through gritted teeth.

“Look, gurl, I said I was like, so sorry! All the Cloud Kingdom kitchens are powered by glitter and horn blasts, like that’s just how ovens are supposed to be, that is all I am saying here,” Ponyhead’s indignant voice chimed in from behind, punctuated by a snort.

“Anyway, we just finished putting out the fires and I need a new headband and their website says they’re almost out of stock and I’ve wanted to show Marco around the Underworld for a while and- wait, is that screeching in the background? Where are you?”

Tom shuffled away from the elder demon still writhing on the floor and cleared his throat. “Just in Grandpa’s study trying to find something for my mom, she really wants it today. I don’t know if I can go- but I can still send the carriage for you guys, if you want.”

“Do you need help with that?” Marco inquired as he peeked his head into the frame, casually wrapping an arm around Star.

“Naaaah, no big deal,” Tom shrugged. “You two should go, though! I can just fly over whenever I finish this.”

Star and Marco looked at each other hesitantly. “Alright,” she said. “Carriage to our house in maybe five minutes?” A fire alarm went off behind her followed by a scream from Ponyhead and an even girlier one from Marco. “Maybe ten,” Star sighed, burying her face in her free hand.

“You got it,” Tom chuckled.

“OK, bye!” Star said with relief before hanging up. He rolled his shoulders from inside his jacket and ran his hands through his hair before stepping into the main foyer, taking advantage of the space to summon the carriage and its horses, the incantations coming effortlessly to him. Demons had been fortunate enough to retain their powers on Earthni, but the location underground and the relative lack of portaling methods available left them even more isolated than previously. While most of the other kingdoms had dissolved or integrated into a loose coalition of government covering all of the Echo Creek area, the Underworld had been content to stay completely under the banner of Lord and Lady Lucitor, and Tom found himself pitching in more and more in his role as Prince. In truth, he would have appreciated the company his friends were offering, but he knew how much it had meant to Star to be able to give this life up, and he didn’t want to drag her - either of them, really, considering Marco had earned an official title on Mewni himself - back into the boring thick of regal errands. Was Prince Thomas Draconius Lucitor really going to let some stuffy old book collection get the best of him? Hah, as if.

With a flick of his wrist, the half-demon shuttled the carriage to the surface in a pillar of flame, barely looking and instead pulling out his new phone. He was still getting the hang of the new and improved Reflectacorp’s Earth tech integration, but he’d at least learned how to open yesterday’s text conversation thread from its new message notification.

Janna: anti-gravity potion attempt 4 failed. affected bottle glass itself and launched into sky. note to self: work under roof. star and marco’s suggestions didnt work either. not all bad though, it went towards cloud kingdom lol

Tom: careful, don’t hit pony’s ego and make it fly even higher ·;) btw pony + starco are going shopping in underworld soon. im stuck working for mom though.

Janna: stores r lame. even in underworld. and srsly dude u gotta stop using starfans dumb name for them. otoh it bugs them so actually nvm go 4 it

Tom: it was mine first >·:( it saves letters when they’re together!

Janna: which is always

Tom: exactly. speaking of which, they’re here ttyl

Star stepped out of the carriage in a nice white polka dotted green dress, quickly followed by Marco, the pair’s fingers remaining intertwined until they gave him a hello hug, and Tom honestly wasn’t sure they’d stopped holding hands even then. Ponyhead burst out a moment later with her phone floating in front of her pointed at herself, and she was in the middle of a monologue to no one in particular.

“-so yeah anyway as you all can see we have now arrived in the Underwoooorld. So yeah this is, like, basically the best place on all of Earthni to go shopping as I’ll be showing you today. Oh yeah, I guess some demon boys live here too. Oh my goodness, say hello you guuuys,” she rolled her eyes as she butted in between Star and Tom, side-eyeing him for a split second before grinning back into the camera. After all this time Pony still hadn’t dropped the passive aggression over his and Star’s messy history; Tom had to admit it was a bit understandable, but did she really have to keep it up in such an annoying way? He rolled his eyes - it was Ponyhead he was thinking about here. “OK, the Ponyhead Experience will be taking a short break. Tune back in soon! Love y’all, buhbye!” She snapped the phone shut and caught it with her tongue. “Ugh, why do all of my vlogs with you dorks get like ten times as many viewers? Tom, you were in the shot for like three seconds and do you know what happened? 2000 more people tuned in! What the heck! It’s like, just because I have one less horn and one less eye I’m not exciting to you? But I can’t stay mad at my adooooring fans.”

“Must be the Lucitor charm.” He flashed a toothy smile and a pair of finger guns at her, accidentally flinging his phone across the room in the process. “Totally planned,” he blurted out with a much less authentic grin. Marco chuckled and picked it up, handing it back and patting him mock-sympathetically on the shoulder while holding back a smirk.

Star giggled but tapped her foot impatiently, looking around the room nervously. “OK, great catching up, but on the way here I checked the website and the headband shop is almost out of stock! We have to go, now! Let’s move it, people! Tom, can we borrow the carriage for the day?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine by me.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou, you’re the best!”

“You sure you don’t need anything?” Marco inquired again.

“You heard the girl, Marco, my audience wants to see us get our shop on!”

Tom blew a raspberry, pushing them towards the carriage. “Relax, it’s nothing. I’m practically done already! Tooootally almost done!”

Marco finally relented, nodding his assent. Star was bouncing up and down so much that she looked ready to launch around the room. He giggled as she wrapped both her arms around his middle and kissed his cheek before hauling him the rest of the way into the carriage. “C’mon boo, mama needs a new pair of horns. Plus we can get whatever you need, too! I saw a few things in the catalog that would look preeeetty good on you,” she sing-songed, walking two fingers up his chest to boop his nose after they plopped down onto the seat together. Ponyhead mimed vomiting at Tom, who silently laughed in response; they were so engrossed with each other that Tom was fairly certain they wouldn’t have noticed even if he’d shouted his laughter, though. He blankly stared at the spot the carriage had been for a few seconds after it exited in a blaze.

“Pretty gross, right?” Tom started and launched a fireball in the direction of the voice, hovering away from the intruder. A split second after, his vision caught up with his instincts and saw Janna in her usual green shirt and beanie and yellow skirt, sans jacket, nonchalantly sidestep the flame. “You do the same thing every time, you really need to work on that,” she chided with her arms crossed and a devious smirk on her face.

He rubbed his temple and gestured at her in sullen disbelief. “How did you-”

“Roof of the carriage.”

“Huh.” An eyebrow up in surprise, studying her expression. “You never usually, you know, answer that.”

She shrugged, kicking a boot into the hard stone floor. “Whatever, guess I’m just bored. Besides, half the reason I do that is to get a rise out of Marco,” she slyly snickered, and Tom couldn’t help but join in. “Alright, demon boy, what adventure are we going on today?”

Tom crossed his arms apprehensively. “Just trying to find a book for my mom, not really much of an adventure.”

“Like I said, dude, I’m bored and shopping is dumb. I don’t mind hanging out here for a study session or whatever, your family’s got great taste in decor.” She picked a skull off the ground and tossed it back and forth between her hands. He grinned back at her, grateful for the company. “So what kind of creepy curses are in this book?”

The pair started walking back into the study as their conversation continued. “Don’t think there are any. It’s called ‘Historia Homewnum’, according to my mom, so it’s probably a history book but that’s all I know.”

“Darn. Demon history’s bound to be pretty cool, though.”

“You’d be surprised how little actually happens down here, it’s just a lot of maintenance. Last month the most important thing I did was a ribbon-cutting ceremony at a new boba cornshake shop, it’s really caught on here since the Cleaving. But man is it good! Marco was right, the little pearls are just so tasty, I like the creamed corn version best.”

“What is it with you and corn, seriously...” Janna shuddered.

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it.” He knew he’d gotten distracted thinking about the delicious creamy beverage, but that didn’t seem like an adequate reason to look so horrified, especially coming from Janna. Not able to figure out any other reason she might be disgusted by his comments, he got his thoughts back on track. “Really don’t know why she wants this thing so much. Anyway, I already checked the entire study for it, and the search archives don’t have anything either. Oh well, what can you do, might as well just give up and-”

“Found something,” Janna piped up, somehow already in the computer chair with her feet on the desk.

“Really? How?” he asked incredulously, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis.

“OK, I didn’t actually find the book, but maybe we should check this place out.” He leaned into the screen to see a Mewgle search for ‘how to find weird book in underworld’ on the screen.

“I already tried that, Janna!”

“Yeah, but your antivirus was blocking this link to some place called the ‘Librarinth’.”

Tom slammed his palm into his forehead. “Of course, the Librarinth! How could I not think to look there, that’s where all the oldest books are. Why was it getting blocked?”

She clicked on the link and both recoiled at the sight: an abhorrent patterned background with almost unreadable randomly colored text and low quality cartoon images scattered all around the page. “Yeah, it’s awful,” she said in response to his obvious horror. “Seriously, whoever must made this website must be, like, a thousand years old.”

“Probably , yeah, but why does that have anything to do with-” His eyes widened in realization as he clapped his hands together in contemplation. “Right, humans and their lifespans. Go on.”

“Look.”

She scrolled past the despondent, blurry faces of demons of all shapes and sizes in the staff section until she arrived at the catalog, folding her arms triumphantly. Tom excitedly butted in, typing into the search box and being greeted with a loading wheel. “Uh, Janna? It’s not working.”

“Pfft, yeah, I might actually be dead by the time the search finishes. But that doesn’t matter because they have our book. It’s the header image for the whole catalog.” He squinted and brought his face closer to the monitor, and to his surprise the title was clear as day on the cover of the book, although all the other information was too difficult to make out. “Alright, let’s go. Main page says the Librarinth is on Floor 216.”

With a snap of his fingers, the demon elevator was summoned into a bookshelf much as it had been the day they had dealt with the Blood Moon. Relicor’s shrieking, which had slowed to a whimper since they’d left, resumed in full; fortunately they began descending, which quickly put them out of earshot. Tom awkwardly stretched his arms, unsure what exactly to say. She was his friend, yes, but he was never the best at small talk, and Janna being Janna didn’t make that any easier. After long, messy years of broken hearts and misguided feelings, he finally felt comfortable forging friendships, but even though they got along quite well there was something about Janna that made that vibe a lot less effortless than with Marco or even Star. Thoughts of his other friends reminded him of something. “Uh, by the way… how did you even know about the carriage earlier?”

“A girl’s gotta keep some secrets.”

“Pony was posting about it every 15 seconds,” he guessed, calling Janna’s bluff.

“Touché. Every 10, though,” she coolly responded. “Ha, now she’s just flipping out because Star and Marco have way more likes than her selfies.”

“Figured you’d have him bugged or something,” Tom chuckled as he scooted over to get a look at Janna’s screen, and sure enough there was a picture collage of Star sitting in Marco’s lap with tens of thousands of likes and comments already. They were laughing their butts off at themselves in a mirror in front of them with novelty sunglasses, fake mustaches, goofy props, and even a few absurd full-body costumes; Ponyhead joined the fun for a few but just as often butt in trying to take over the mirror by herself.

“Ew, no, I disabled it all months ago. Boyfriend Tom was already too cutesy for me, and you two just had a little flirty fling. Do you think I’d really want to see or hear whatever Star and Marco have going on? They’re, like, deeply in love, or whatever, and it’s gotten even worse in the last few weeks.”

He murmured in tacit agreement. Now that he thought about it, they had seemed even more affectionate than usual, but he wasn’t too keen on uncovering why that might be. The ding of the elevator saved him from any further speculation, and he and Janna stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, which was empty with cobwebs coating most of the weathered stone walls. Janna looked at him with a quizzical expression. “Anyway, so the Librarinth is basically a combination of a library and a labyrinth-”

“Right, I got that,” she curtly retorted.

“The legends say that some ancient librarian demons wanted to challenge any who sought knowledge, so they hid all the books in a giant maze that only the worthy could navigate. But everyone who made it still decided to organize it thoroughly for some reason, and you still had to check out the books and bring them back and all that.”

She ran a finger over the dust on the front counter, and the surface of the desk sizzled in response, causing her to pull her hand back before poking the bubbles that formed with a curious smile. “So why is it completely empty?”

Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “Weeeeeeell, after a few people went missing or insane, everyone realized it really wasn’t a great way to, you know, run a library. Grandpa actually started collecting books to try and get them away from this place. No one really knows what goes on in there, but as far as I know it’s still maintained even though no one uses it. The kingdom stopped staffing the lobby but they could never just shut it down because anyone who tried, well-”

“Went missing or insane. Sounds cool, I’m in.”

“You sure?”

“Dude, you brought me to a wicked hell maze filled with psychotic demon nerds. Maybe there’ll be bottomless pits or a wicked dungeon boss. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me, Mr. Lucitor,” she purred, running a finger up his chest and flicking his nose.

“Haha, very funny. And it’s Prince Lucitor,” he sarcastically chided, poking her arm in response before crossing the room with her following, but he couldn’t help but hide that he was flustered. Seeing Star and Marco’s relationship in the past year had reinforced his already-firm convictions about romance: he wanted someone with whom he could be life partners in all ways, not just handholding and rooftop picnics. Otherwise, what would be the point? He’d made that mistake enough times, and even just a light jab at the notion of him casually flirting struck made him feel self-conscious about that past. Finally his reflection was halted when he found what he sought: a large wrought iron door furnished with ornate demonic symbols and various carvings of mythological creatures dwarfed them both. With a soft, steady flame for light, he brought his hand up and ran it over the rusty engravings. He jumped back with a gasp as the fire spread into the lines of the door, lighting up the patterns on it and causing it to creak as it slowly opened.

“Nice,” Janna muttered in awe before strolling inside, with Tom hesitantly following. She was the most eager of their little group to dive headfirst into the unknown, even more than Star most of the time, but he trusted her gut.

They started walking down the long, cramped hallways, hearing only the sound of their own footsteps on the cold floor. Janna peeked her head into a small doorway that appeared to their left, earning herself an explosive blast to the face and getting knocked onto her butt. Tom slammed the door shut and leaned in to read an inscription next to it. “Incinerator for any books too damaged or damaging for further use. Probably not the right place.”

Janna huffed, brushing herself off and finding scraps of paper among the char. “I can see that. Seriously, what kind of labyrinth labels its doors?”

“Maybe one run by book nerds,” Tom offered, gripping her hand to help her up.

“So it’s just as bad at being a labyrinth as it is a library. Neat. Great adventure.”

Tom pressed on, keeping his focus ahead of them. “Hey, I’m just here to help my mom. You’re the one that said you were fine with anything.”

“Fine, fine. Just saying, I could be working on my potions or something.” She pulled a glass bottle full of purple liquid from her skirt pocket and casually tossed it at a wall. Janna snickered at Tom’s yelp when it shattered, but found herself joining him in backing away when a chunk of stone quickly deteriorated and slammed into the ground at incredible speed. She went over and carefully kicked a pebble, finding it impossible to even budge. “See, this was just a stupid pro-gravity potion. Worthless.”

He leaned against the stable wall opposite the hole, sighing. “I’m sure there has to be something interesting here. What if we, I dunno, make it a competition or something?” His frustration with both the situation and Janna were there, yes, but he still wanted to try and get something fun out of the day.

“Go on,” Janna said, eyes flickering up from the bottle that she was tossing between her hands nonchalantly.

OK, maybe he should have thought further ahead. His arms flailed as he scrambled to come up with an idea. “OK, so, uh, whoever finds the weirdest thing in this place in the next hour wins. Just call them out if you think you found something. Or whoever finds the book, whichever comes first, yeah. Mom still needs it.”

“Momma’s boy. I respect that. You’re on, Tom.” Janna cocked an eyebrow, staring at him for a second before pushing off the wall into a sprint, opening the first door she could find. “Empty. Another empty. Three empties, dammit.”

Tom used his flight to travel more smoothly from door to door on his side of the corridor, but still found himself losing ground as he took the time to read the sign posted by each threshold. The ‘Demonic Studies’ room had a very ornately ghoulish aesthetic, with macabre skeletal models throughout. Definitely something to show Janna on the way out just for the aesthetic, and it’d have been weird for most humans, but it wasn’t any more abnormal than what the two of them were used to as a daily routine. Another room for astronomy had an exquisite planetarium dome, but it turned out to be rather useless as the Underworld did not, in fact, contain any stars since it was underground. There was, however, a plentiful selection of guides to stalactites stocked on the shelves. The next four whole sections were devoted to anger management self-help books, which only made him waste precious seconds cringing at old memories.

His pace picked up as he kept going from door to door finding nothing but normal library fare, although he had to admit it was certainly well-maintained. On any other day he might actually enjoy some of the things here, but today he was on a mission to get out of here so they could actually have fun elsewhere.

‘Bookworms’... now that had potential. What sorts of hybrid creatures could lurk behind the inches of wood? “I think I might have found something!” he shouted, throwing open the door only to receive a harsh shushing. Within were only elderly demons in cozy sweaters reading by candlelight, all now glaring at him with an intensity that reminded him of his mom’s own rare reprimands. “Never mind,” he loud-whispered back out into the hall as he gently closed the door and found Janna in a nearby corridor. “Ugh, why is there nothing interesting here?” Sparks trailed behind him from his mounting anger as he paced.

“Tell me about it, even ‘Wormbooks’ was just a bunch of regular novels, somehow,” she sighed. “I was hoping for a big long chain of open books slithering around on the ground, now there’s a party.” She slumped down against the wall next to the streak of flame he’d left on the ground, idly stamping it out with her boot until Tom sat down beside her.

“Wouldn’t a wormbook be the opposite? A big fat worm in the shape of a book?”

“Nah, it’d totally be a book made of a bunch of little flatworms all working together, duh. Still pretty lame.”

OK, now he knew something was up with her. “Janna, is- is something wrong?”

Her body slouched further down until she was almost horizontal on the cold floor, staring ahead of her like a zombie. “Being weird has just felt so pointless lately. Everything’s weird now, all the time! I’m wasting all my time trying to brew potions when there’s a shop that sells them on every corner. I got so bored that I even passed that same dumb test Marco did and now I’m done with high school, like, for real this time.”

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s easy if you know who to blackmail.” Tom blinked a few times, not sure why he’d expected anything different. “Everyone else is moving on with their lives, but I’m still feeding the same old possums and picking up the same old tennis balls. The whole point of my routine is that it’s different, it’s me, it’s my Jannanigans or whatever Star calls it, but it’s just not the same. I’m still into all that stuff, and Earthni’s actually really cool, but… ugh.” With that, her head fully sunk to the ground.

Tom brought his palms together over her head, opening and shutting his hands while wiggling his fingers around. “It’s a wormbook,” he said hesitantly, not really sure what he was doing. It was silly amusement, but perhaps that was just what she needed right now. Janna frowned and rolled her eyes, so he snapped at her arm with his hand puppet wormbook a few times.

“Alright, I get it,” she barked out, but her sullen demeanor slowly cracked under the onslaught of frivolity as she sat back up with an unusually ponderous look at him.

“Remember that time you took me bootsledding?” She nodded. “You told me that I needed to find a life outside of Star, and- and it was really great advice. Didn’t mean I still couldn’t like spending time with Star or anything, heck, I still do! But I just needed to get out of that rut of depending on it. Maybe you just need to do that, too. If doing your weirdness by yourself is normal, then adding something normal might be kinda weird.”

“That’s it.” Janna leapt to her feet, looking very suddenly invigorated. “That’s it!”

“Well, uh, glad you liked it. It was nothing, really, just trying to be a good pal-”

“Yeah, yeah, that too,” she waved dismissively, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit scorned. “If weird is normal then normal is weird. We were looking for the craziest things we could find here, but everything that should have been weird was normal, so we should be looking for the most painfully boring room here!” All three of Tom’s eyes blinked a few times as her words sunk in. Could it be…? “Tom, over here!” He hustled over to a particularly plain wooden door. Janna pointed at the plaque on the wall, which was far more faded than the others had been. “Look. ‘Government Records’.”

A burst of energy coursed through Tom’s blood, sparking life in him once more, and he could see the same reflected in Janna’s determined brown eyes. “And the book Mom wanted has something to do with history. Maybe it’s political history! Janna, you might be a genius!”

“Pfft, ‘might’. Now we just gotta…” She grabbed his arm, aiming it at the door, and he looked at her incredulously. “C’mon, dude, who knows what’s behind there. We’re gonna bust in with a demon blast, duh. Pew-pew!”

He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lip turning up in a begrudging smile gave away his agreement. The pair aimed at the door and blew it off its hinges before charging in through the smoke.

“I see you two have finally solved the grand riddle of the Librarinth!” A deep, booming voice greeted them from the smoke. “Janna Ordonia, Thomas Lucitor, you certainly took your time. I expected you to book it here much more quickly. No matter, for this room shall be your tome!”

“How do you know my-” Janna stammered.

“Uh, don’t you mean tomb-” Tom started at the same time before realizing the wordplay and groaning in misery. Wait a second… Epic threats, an obvious personality quirk…

“Dungeon boss!” the teens cheered together, glancing back and forth between each other and the remainder of the room in front of them obscured by shadow.

“It is I, the bookkeeper of this place. I guard the most sacred treasure of all… knowledge!” Paper rustled loudly, echoed throughout the cavernous space, far taller and wider than Tom had noticed when they first entered with a massive array of bookshelves many times taller than him in a single row near the back wall. The ground beneath them began to shake and Tom tossed a puff of light in front of him, exposing the wide chasm that had just opened up in the ground, swallowing all the shelving in the room. Neither were prepared for the sight that greeted them: a coiled mass unfurled from the abyss and slithering with purpose along the ground, finally raising itself up to stand at fifteen feet tall, swaying back and forth with enough force to create an artificial wind within the space. A closer look showed that the body was made of some peculiar segments of… books, of all shapes and sizes. The volume at the top of the chain was much larger and far more ornately embossed than the others, and on the blood red surface of the cover Tom could make out a set of eyes. As the picture became more and more clear, he could finally see what they were up against. Now THIS is a bookworm.

“Aren’t libraries supposed to be, like, public and free?” Janna blithely inquired.

“You are correct, child, but perhaps try reporting that to your friend there! The Lucitor family is the sworn enemy of this great Librarinth! That fiend Relicor pilfered our collection for his own use for millennia, and the rest tried to shut this place down for good. But worst of all, in the most egregious display of contempt I have witnessed since the dawn of writing itself… Prince Lucitor and his ilk have amassed twenty-six dollars in unpaid fees!”

The tension in the room nearly evaporated in a heartbeat as Tom and Janna paused momentarily before bursting out into raucous laughter.

“Seriously, dude? I could just, like, repay it.” He fumbled in his pockets for his wallet for a moment before being interrupted once more.

“Do not condescend to me, children! It is far too late to make up for these sins with mere currency. Revenge is my fee most overdue, now prepare to meet… Overdoom! I shall harness the power of the written word to spell your demise!”

Books were hurled from the depths of the crevice en masse. Tom stepped in front of Janna to blast them away, but they had taken on a life of their own and homed in on him, covers flapping in the air like wings. Behind Tom, Janna snatched one out of the air to thwart a flank attack. She grabbed his left arm and pointed it up, tapping his elbow frantically. He spared a glance and saw the paper tornado coalescing, and understood her intention. Demon flames surged out of both hands with Janna calling the shots for the left side and Tom focusing on his right. They used the opportunity to back up to a wall, letting them cover every attack vector but creating a stalemate they were sure to lose in time as the seemingly endless offense droned on. Overdoom for the time being simply floated out of the abyss, glaring harshly at them as more and more papers kept emerging.

“Wait, Tom, look…” Still using his hand, she pointed to a shelf that had fallen at an odd angle and hadn’t collapsed into the abyss. There was a large, torn-up poster on which he could barely make out the word “Historia”.

“That might be it,” he breathed out, starting to feel the burn from minutes of nonstop vigilant defensive demon blasts. Oddly, none of the books in that corner were joining the assault. Almost as if...

“It’s making them magical in the chasm.” Tom’s heart leapt up in his chest at the revelation, hope and adrenaline mixing in his veins to keep him fully alert. But charging in was a suicide mission and they clearly couldn’t win on raw firepower.

“Have you had enough? Are you children yet ready to come scrawling on your hands and knees to a-tome for the sins of your forefathers?” the imposing figure growled, bristling impatiently.

“Did it seriously just use the tome pun again?” Janna griped, running her hands past her eyes and down her cheeks in disgust. “For a word nerd, that’s just awful.”

“Yeah…” Tom absent-mindedly responded. He knew she was right, though. Book, tome, scrawl… even if the creature’s summoning powers were off the charts, and it wielded them with calculated ease, its cocky wordplay taunts left something to be desired. It struck him then: what if they’d been approaching this all wrong? If the battle couldn’t be won by blows, then they had to find another option, and Tom was ready to put his plan into action.

He quickly shook off Janna’s rather tight grip on his arm and stepped forward, mustering up a confident expression masking any fears he still had left. “Nice try, Overdoom. Your words aren’t scaring us. Learn to read the room!”

Its “body” immediately began wiggling violently in the air as it crawled a bit forward towards them. Tom paid careful attention to its back end, which had climbed a few feet out of the ground in the move. “How dare you! Petulant brats!” Literary fire and brimstone rained down upon them with more fury than ever, and the two backed up into a corner which was the best they could do in a room largely devoid of any cover.

“What the hell-” Janna whispered through gritted teeth. Tom wriggled his tail out and waved it in front of Janna’s face momentarily. “Now is not the time to-” She was cut off when a barrage of index cards launched at them with enough force to somehow chip the stone behind them on impact. Tom forcefully nodded his head towards the worm’s tail, waggling his own once again. Her eyes lit up much like his had and she nodded in understanding.

“Come on, is that the best you got? I’ve heard them all before, at least give us something novel!”

Janna stood beside him, and her grimace even managed to spook Tom a bit. “I’d alphabet you couldn’t do better even if you tried!” Not what he would’ve gone with, but hey, if it helped tick Overdoom off then who was he to say no?

“You can talk up a storm all you want, but no matter what volume of air you blow, all I feel is a not-so-rough draft!”

“ENOUGH!” Overdoom’s tail launched out of the chasm faster than either could follow, crossing the room in a heartbeat. Tom shoved Janna out of the way before it wrapped itself around him, dragging him much more slowly towards the abyss. His jacket and jeans mercifully protected the paper edges pressing into him, but it was still a painfully tight squeeze that left him gasping for air. His arms were uselessly pinned inside the embrace as he was dragged headfirst, but their hypothesis had been proven correct as all the books around them had dropped to the ground lifeless.

“Tom!” Janna called out. He strained his head to see she’d removed her beanie and had something purple in her hand that she lobbed at that moment. Through the haze of pain he recognized it as another of her potions. The arc was due to miss until he summoned his energy reserves and redirected it with a weak burst of flame from his boot. Though the glass was durable enough to not melt or shatter, the demonic heat changed the potion into a bubbling olive green milliseconds before it contacted a random segment of the behemoth they were fighting. All at once, its hold on Tom and the rest of its body went limp as it began floating lazily into the air before bouncing off the ceiling a few times like a balloon. Janna ran over and helped Tom up as Overdoom screamed inarticulately from many feet above. They traversed the chaotic mess towards the pile they’d spotted previous. After some digging around, he found ‘Historia Homewnum’ miraculously unscathed and protected by a large, sturdy slab of mahogany that had fallen flat on top of it. “I got it!”

“Cool, potion is wearing off. We need to go.” Janna calmly stated. Twin jets of fire erupted from his feet as he swiftly passed the book to Janna and scooped her up in his arms, carrying them across the room towards the door. After setting Janna down, he hesitated for a moment as she stood in the doorway.

“Do you think I should still pay the late fee? I feel kinda bad and-”

“TODAY MAY HAVE BEEN YOUR VICTORY, BUT TOME-ORROW WILL-”

Tom sighed in resignation with a very unimpressed expression. “OK, yeah, never mind.” And with a quick slam of the door, they were both out scot-free. They didn’t stop running until they arrived back at the elevator. Once inside, they slumped down onto the ground as they began the journey back up to the main surface of the Underworld.

“Woo!” Tom was caught off guard by Janna expressing visible joy, and it was immediately infectious. “Now that’s an adventure. Of course, demon fire is what makes the potions work. Makes a lot more sense. Stupid ink smudge, I burned all those lemons for nothing.” He belly laughed, falling over to the floor and clutching his gut as Janna kicked him in the arm.

“Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help it.”

Her foot backed off after one last good hit. “So now you just have to give that book to your mom?”

“Yeah, should only take a minute. Want to come with?”

“Dude, she’s half a story tall and cries lava. I’d be honored. Oh crud, Pony’s current stream title is ‘WHY Y’ALL CARE MORE ABOUT EARTH TURD AND B-FLY THAN ME?!?!’” Janna showed him the notification on her phone. “That can’t be good.”

Tom pulled out his phone and called to see what was up. Pony picked up after only one ring and didn’t even bother with a greeting as she screamed so loudly that he lost hearing for a moment in his right ear. Her voice carried through the elevator car even without being put on speakerphone. “Yo Tom, why do all my Pony Pals just want to watch those two idiots kiss and cuddle? What is up with that? I even gave my fanbase a stupid nickname, they eat that stuff up, so why won’t they looooove meeeeee?” Business as usual with Pony, it seemed. “An-y-way, this whole shopping spree was amaaaazing, I am all kinds of extra fabulous now. B-Fly and Earth Turd took over the stream cuz the viewers, like, wanted a Q&A sesh but I’m only giving them twenty minutes! Hmph!”

“Might as well just make a whole show about them,” Janna chimed in, rolling her eyes a few times for good measure.

“Wait, demon boy, is Janna there? What the heck have you two been getting up to? Don’t tell me you too are getting your freak on too, I could not handle that T.M.I.-”

Yeah, there was nothing more to gain from that conversation. Tom flipped his compact shut, disconnecting the call. Wait, ‘too’? Did she mean- he shuddered involuntarily. You know what, nope, just not going to think about that one.

“So glad I turned off the cameras,” Janna mumbled, curling up into a ball on the floor, clearly not wanting to touch that whole situation either.

He opted to make contact with the other group via Marco instead - why he hadn’t just done that in the first place, he’d never know - and sent a quick text. “Marco wants to get dinner at the Waterfolk Kingdom in, like, an hour and a half. Apparently Star found some earrings she wanted at the last minute, and Pony got arrested for shoplifting three seconds after I hung up.”

Janna cackled in response. “Let’s just meet them there. My jacket got ripped to shreds by the possums last week, might as well get a new one while I’m down here. Been thinking about changing it up. I kinda like that style.” She lifted up his arm and poked at a button on the sleeve of his own.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I can show you where I got it.” He stumbled over his words, still caught off guard by this new normal-person-Janna. The elevator dinged and the teens began their trek through the Lucitor castle in search of the queen. “So, the Librarinth... we’re definitely going back there at some point, right?”

“Totally, bet’s still not over. We should do this more often, you’re not so bad a friend.”

“You too, and yeah, we should.” Looking back on the day, it had honestly been one some of the most fun he’d had in a while, despite almost dying at least once. Tom still wasn’t sure what to make of this friendship brewing between them, but if it meant more days like this to look forward to? Maybe he could get used to that.

#jantom #starco #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #tgg svtfoe #fanfic

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underoosweb · 5 years

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Salvation Ch.9

Warning: Fluff, angst

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! reader (Eventually)

9.7+k words

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2:30am

Pepper groaned when she heard F.R.I.D.A.Y speak

"Mrs. Stark, Miss Parker is on the phone for you."

"May?" Pepper rolled over picking up the phone

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god. I'm so sorry to wake you Pepper but Peter isn't at home and I've been messaging him, calling him but he's not answering his phone. I called all his friends and you were the next person I could think of. Is he there?" Pepper stood midway through Mays panic wrapping her robe around her body

"I'll go check around."

"Thank you." Pepper could hear May breathing heavily

"May, you need to calm down. Take deep breaths. Don't worry we'll find him, if he's not here Tony put a tracker in his suit, I can track his location and let you know."

"Ok. Ok." Pepper made her way into Y/N's room expecting to see Peter and her asleep wrapped in a blanket but instead, she saw an empty bed, blankets gone. Pepper's eyes widened, breath hitched quickly she checked the drawers, slightly feeling relieved when the clothes were still there. Pepper made her way down the stairs opening the front door she saw the two teenagers laying on the dock. Pepper quietly made her way towards them, seeing dried tears on their cheeks, faces are swollen, Peter's head rested on Y/N's chest; arms firmly wrapped around her waist. Y/Ns hand remained in Peter's hair, slight smiles appeared on their faces. Pepper couldn't help but smile at the two, she walked away careful not to wake them.

"May?"

"Did you find him?"

"Yeah, he's here. He fell asleep with Y/N."

"Oh thank god. Can you have him call me in the morning."

"Sure thing."

"Thank you, Pepper."

"No problem. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Pepper hung up the phone and went back to sleep

5:25am

2012

Y/N followed "Agent" around the helicarrier, her dad was not going to be happy about this. Y/N walked into the main control room to see Nick talking to her father, Y/N froze e/c eyes widening she hid behind "agent" as Tony turned to look at him. Phil smiled at him and Tony rolled his eyes. Phil wasn't about to get Y/N in trouble she was already scared as it is, Phil turned around nodding his head forward, Y/N turned around making her way towards the door when she bumped into a solid wall. Wait. That wasn't a wall. Y/N looked up to be greeted my ocean blue eyes. Steve smiled at the little girl

"Phil I didn't know you brought your daughter." Steve studied the young child, Y/N saw his eyebrows furrow

"Weird, she kinda looks like Tony." Y/N heard her father go silent. No, please. She was going to be in so much trouble. Y/N flinched as she heard Tony's footsteps as they inch closer, not wanting to meet his eyes she closed hers. Tony stood in front of Phil, fuming. Y/N opened her eyes to meet her father's anger filled brown ones.

"What are you doing here?" Tony asked in a firm voice. Y/N felt tears prick her eyes

"I ummm I…" Y/N mumbled. Tony slowly started to lose his patience

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH PEPPER ON THE GROUND, SAFE AND AWAY FROM HERE!"

"I'm sorry!" Y/N sobbed out, she clung onto "agent"

"Tony, there's no need to yell," Steve replied, Tony glared at the man

"I will speak to MY daughter however I please, so shut it." Steve sighed

"She's not going to answer you if you continue to yell at her." Steve bent down and wiped away her tears

"Hi doll," Y/N buried her head into "agent's" white collared shirt.

"What are you doing on here?"

"I just… wanted to spend time with daddy," Y/N said turning her face to meet his.

"Daddy sent me to play with Uncle Happy so he could be with Pepper, but I missed him too." Tony's eyes softened, he sighed and bent down to Y/N's height. Tony reached out to caress her cheek, Y/N turned away from him, his hand came down.

"Bug? Wanna look at me?" Y/N shook her head.

"Please." Y/N sniffles and looks at Tony

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I just. This is a dangerous place and I don't want you to get hurt. I lost my cool thinking about what could happen to you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't spend time with you right when I got home too. I'm sorry I sent you with Happy when you should have been with me." Y/N smiled slightly

"It's ok. I'm sorry for sneaking on here."

"It's ok, we gotta get you back to Pepper though ok?"

"Later?" Oh no, Tony's weakness, his daughter's puppy dog eyes. Tony would give her anything and everything she wanted.

"Bug."

"Please? Just for a bit." Tony sighed

"Fine."

"YAY!" Y/N smiled wide and hugged her father. Tony smiled, Y/N pulled away. God, she had her mother's smile and how he loved the warmth it gave off.

"Come on, we got to go to the lab." Tony grasped Y/N's small hand

"Okay."

"Bye uncle agent, bye uncle Steve."

"Sweetie my name isn't agent."

"Daddy said that was your name."

"That's right bug, his name is agent." Tony snickered, Steve smiled and waved at the girl. Tony and Y/N walked in the halls entering the lab to see a man pacing back and forth.

"Sit here." Tony lifted her and sat her away from the scepter. Agent walked into the lab

"You forgot about this."

"STITCH!" Y/N smiled and hugged her stuffed aliens

"Thank you, agent."

"No problem, little one." Phil walked out of the lab

"Umm Tony, who's this?"

"My daughter."

"You don't have kids." Bruce looked confused

"I do, media just doesn't know about it."

"Oh, Hello there."

"Hi." Y/N waved shyly

"My name is Bruce. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"That's a beautiful name." Y/N blushed no one had ever told her that.

"Thank you." Bruce smiled

"Should she be here with me?" Bruce whispered to Tony

"Can't really send her anywhere else, she said she wanted to spend time with me."

"Tony, you won't be able to, we're too busy trying to figure out the scepter." Tony sighed and looked at his daughter who had turned her attention to the stuffed alien.

"Hey, bug?"

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna go see if "uncle" Steve wants to show you around?"

"But I thought we were going to play together?"

"I promise I'll play with you after, this time you can-"

"Why don't you just bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, you guys can clock this around six hundred teraflops." Y/N said cutting Tony off, Bruce's eyes widened

"How?" Tony looked at the screen and smiled

"That's my girl." Y/N smiled

"That might take a while though. Hope you packed more than a toothbrush." Y/N said

"I only packed a toothbrush," Bruce replied, Y/N smiled.

"I'll go see uncle Steve and Aunt Nat, we can play later." Tony smiled and nodded

"Okay bug, you need me to walk you back."

"No, bye uncle Bruce.". Y/N waved and walked out

"How?"

"Hmm, oh, she's a genius, doesn't like to show it, no idea why. She actually helped me build the Iron Man suit."

"Honestly, should have seen that coming."

Y/N walked down the halls turning to the doors she stops hearing a whistle. Y/N turned her head to the right, biting her lip. Debating, should she or shouldn't she? Y/N sighed and gave in to the temptation, following the sound she entered a room with a giant cell in the middle of it, and a man sitting in the center. Y/N walked closer to the stranger, long raven hair, pale skin, his clothes green black and gold. Loki opened his eyes feeling a presence. Y/N stared into his sky blue eyes. Loki stared at the young girls e/c eyes, he scoffed

"They sent a child to break me. Pathetic."

"Hi?" Y/N waved clutching her stitch in her other arm, Loki raised an eyebrow

"What do you want?"

"I'm Y/N. What's your name?" Loki let out a chuckle

"You have not heard of me, child." Y/N shook her head

"I am Loki."

"Loki?" He nodded

"As in the god Loki?"

"So you have heard of me."

"Well not heard, read. Greek mythology is my favorite thing to read."

"Mythology…? I am no myth."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove that you're Loki." Loki narrowed his eyes

"I DO NOT NEED TO PROVE MYSELF TO A PATHETIC LITTLE MORTAL CHILD. I AM LOKI, SOON TO BE KING OF ASGARD!" Loki yelled while standing, wow he's tall.

"You're going to be king?"

"YES! IT IS MY BIRTHRIGHT."

"That's so cool, I wouldn't really want to be a king or queen, too much responsibility." Y/N could see Loki's tense shoulders relax a bit

"What's it like? You know growing up in a palace, learning to be proper, fighting, OO did you get to find love? Or was it arranged like it was back in the day." Loki stood there staring at the girl, what game were they playing at?

"Can you tell it to me in a story with your magic?" Y/N moved closer to the cell sitting right in front of it careful not to touch the glass, Loki placed his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth. Was he really about to tell a story to this girl? This was a trick a way to get more information out of him, he needed to get the job done, he would not fail, he would not break.

"Can you please start? They don't know I'm here and if my dad finds out he'll freak out again." Loki turned to look the girl her e/c eyes burned a hole in his face

"You're a naughty child aren't you?"

"I am my father's daughter." Y/N said while shrugging

"Very well then," Loki sat in front of her careful not to touch the glass.

"Let us begin," Loki smirked, Y/N smiled when she saw little golden figures appear from his hands

"Long ago…" Y/N sat there staring in awe as Loki explained his version of his story, figures danced all across the cell. Y/N smiled when Loki mentioned his mother

"You must really love her. I never really knew mine."

"What do you mean?"

"She died when I was little." That was all she had to say about that, Loki noticed that she became uncomfortable so he made her the horrid thing she had been clinging onto when she walked in. Y/N smiled as Loki made her a dusty golden stitch, she giggled and Loki felt his heart melt, her smile made him feel safe, comfortable and warm. Loki continued his story and soon her stomach growled.

"I shall finish this another time little one."

"Noo, you're almost done. Please." Loki smiled slightly and continued. Loki didn't give her everything that happened to him, him being tortured by Thanos, his story had an open ending.

"It is finished."

"Well the story didn't have an ending, you still have to choose who to be, how you want to end it and how you want to be remembered. Thank you for the story Loki, may I come back tomorrow for another?"

"Of course." Y/N smiled and waved

"Bye, your highness," Loki smirked

"Goodbye, little one." Y/N stood and made her way to the central control room, Steve, Nat, and a tall blonde man sat at the table discussing how to get information out of Loki. Y/N tapped on Nat's back, Nat turned and smiled

"Hey, little widow."

"Aunt Nat, I'm hungry."

"Ok, I'll go get someone to get you something, sit down next to Thor. Y/N looked at her

"This guy." Nat cocked her head to the left. Y/N sat next to Thor

"Are you Thor?"

"Yes! It is always a pleasure to meet a fan."

"I never said I was a fan." Thor's smile fell, Nat and Steve snickered

"You're Loki's brother."

"Ah, you've heard of my brother."

"Do you have magic like he does?"

"No, I do not possess his skills of trickery."

"So, only thunder?"

"Yes."

"Did you not want to learn magic?"

"I was trained to be a warrior, Loki was small and weak at the time, therefore mother taught him magic."

"But why didn't you learn?"

"I was busy learning to fight."

"Couldn't you use magic to help win fights?"

"Fights were made to be won in hand to hand combat, not trickery."

"I wouldn't consider it trickery, I would say it's an added skill. It benefits you in a battle, if you are in a tight situation, you are able to duplicate yourself or even change their point of views, make them see things that aren't there." Thor sat there flabbergasted

"She does have a point," Natasha responded, Y/N looked at the agent who set a tray of food in front of her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Y/N smiled digging into her cheeseburger and fries

"Y/N" Y/N looked up at Steve

"How did you know about Loki?"

"You guys were talking about him."

"Even we didn't know about him."

"You need to read more Uncle Steve. Greek mythology, Pepper got me the books." Steve nodded

"Y/N," Y/N turned her attention to the door

"You ready bug?"

"After I eat, please."

"Of course." Y/N smiled, continuing to eat her cheeseburger, Tony leaned against the wall staring at Y/N. He smiled as she ate. She was definitely his.

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2017

Peter swung onto the side of the compound, he knocked on the window, the light slowly came on but only dimly. Y/N smiled as she reached the window

"Well if it isn't my favorite superhero." Peter chuckled jumping into the room, pulling his mask off

"Please, don't let Mr. Stark hear that."

"Why afraid he might kick your ass, Parker."

"Yes." Y/N rolled her eyes sitting on the floor back against the bed, she patted the spot next to her and Peter sat down facing her

"Let's see the damage." Y/N placed her finger under his chin, examining his face. No matter how many times Y/N did this, Peter could feel his heart speed up, as if it were about to pop out of his chest, his face flushed, breathing shaky. If only she knew what she did to him, Y/N felt the same way.

"Well looks like a couple of scraps on your face, a cut lip and a bruise on your cheek, not too bad today." Y/N pulled the first aid kit from her drawer and tended to Peter's wounds. Peter flinched when the alcohol touched his lip

"Sorry." Y/N whispered

"It's ok.." Peter whispered back, Y/N bit her lip, Peter noticed she did that when she would concentrate, Peter looked down at her lips, god he wanted to kiss her badly. Y/N looked at Peter

"You ok?"

"What?" Peter blinked rapidly

"Are you ok? You're really red, do you have a fever? F.R.I.D.A.Y scan Peter's vitals."

"Elevated heart rate, but other than that vitals and temperature are normal."

"Ok thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y."

"Afraid we'll get caught?"

"What?"

"Your heart rate?"

"Oh yeah, won't she tell Mr. Stark I'm here."

"Don't worry about it."

"How was school?"

"Same, oh Ned and I are going to build the death star."

"Death Star?"

"Ugh, I still can't believe you've never seen Star Wars. We need to have a movie night."

"Peter, I told you multiple times I stay awake when they race then I fall asleep and Luke has one hand and is hanging there." Peter groaned laying on the floor

"There there, you should change. Did you tell May you were here?"

"Yeah," Peter replied heading to the restroom, walking out in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Peter left clothes at the compound since there were times where he would spend the night. May thought Tony knew, he felt bad for lying to her but he just wanted to spend time with Y/N.

"How about we watch it and I try and keep you awake?"

"How are you going to do that?" Y/N raised an eyebrow

"I don't know, I'll figure it out," Peter replied shrugging

"Wow, great plan."

"Thank you." Peter grinned, Y/N rolled her eyes

"Let's go to bed Peter." Peter nodded, Y/N stood and climbed on her bed, Peter remained on the floor

"Come on."

"What? I always sleep on the floor."

"That's cause you nagged me to death saying that you couldn't sleep with me it would be wrong and I quote "WHAT IF MR. STARK WALKS IN? HE COULD KILL ME. NO, HE WOULD KILL ME?" End quote"

"I was speaking the truth, Mr. Stark would kill me."

"Well, Mr. Stark isn't here."

"He isn't?"

"Nope in India, celebrating a wedding. Now come on." Peter stood nervously,

"Peter, we're just sleeping."

"I know." Peter lightly glared at Y/N. Y/N was just as nervous as Peter, this would be the first time they slept together, well they've slept together but not on the same bed. Peter always slept on the floor surrounded by blankets and pillows while Y/N slept in her bed. Y/N's heartbeat echoed in her ears, it was beating fast it was too loud, she was nervous Peter could hear it, but all Peter could hear was the sound of his own heart. Peter climbed into the bed and laid down next to Y/N.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y can you lower the lights the 15%." The lights dimmed, even more, a slight glow still illuminated the room. Y/N was scared of the dark, bad things happened in the dark. Y/N rolled on her side, staring at the side of Peter's face, Peter rolled over to face Y/N, he smiled at her, reaching out, he moved the start strand of her hair away from her face, Y/N smiled

"Good night Peter."

"Good night Y/N."

6:30am

Peter groaned cuddling into Y/N’s neck, even more, his hair tickling Y’N’s nose, it twitched. They both haven’t slept so peacefully in weeks, Peter’s arms wrapped right around Y/N bringing her peace she’s never known before, a calming of the storms in her heart. Peter believes it's her that gives him hope for the future. In each other’s embrace, they start to believe that there is nothing out there to fear, that all there is, is sunshine. Peter groaned once again once he heard giggling and saw a faded flash from his closed eyes he slowly opened his eyes to see Morgan standing in front of them with a Polaroid camera in hand. Peter sat up slightly, Morgan’s brown eyes widened she ran away while giggling. Y/N groaned and she felt Peter shift stretching her arm out wrapping it around Peter’s waist he laid back down and ran his fingers through her h/c hair, Peter smiled looking down at her, her chest rising and falling, her eyelids slightly fluttering, mouth slightly open, drool making its way down her cheek. Peter laughed, Y/N groaned feeling Peter’s chest vibrate

“5 more minutes..” Y/N mumbled against his chest

“As much as I want that, it’s almost 7.” Y/N shot up getting slightly light headed.

“What?!” Peter rolled over grabbing his phone showing her the time. 6:40am

‘“Oh my god! We’re going to be late!” Peter leaned on his side staring at Y/N looking around frantically then she stopped realizing what she probably looked like.

“Oh my god! Peter close your eyes.” Y/N squealed placing her hand over his eyes. Peter laughed

“What? Why?” Grabbing her hand and pulling it down, Y/N raced to place her other hand over his eyes

“Because I probably look like a mess.” Peter moved her hand once again and looked into her e/c eyes

“You look perfect,” he whispered. Y/N felt her face flush, Peter felt the same, his face bright red then a flash disrupted them, turning their heads to see Morgan standing there with a big smile on her face.

“Mama told me to come and get you guys because breakfast is ready,” and with that Morgan ran off into the house. Y/N shook her head standing up Peter followed her movements, grabbing his backpack and picking up the blanket

“I can take that Peter.”

“No it’s fine, just lead the way.” Peter followed Y/N into the house, their noses greeted with the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast. Pepper stood in front of the island arms across her chest, eyebrows raised. Y/N flinched she had a whole lot of explaining to do.

“Good morning Pepper.” Y/N whispered as she sat on the chair

“Good morning Mrs. Stark,” Peter mumbled with his head down sitting next to Y/N

“Good Morning Y/N, Peter.”

“Good morning Y/N, Peter!” Morgan yelled out sitting on the other side of Y/N

“Morning Morgan.” The two teens replied

“So, do one of you want to talk or…”

“I’m sorry Pepper. I couldn’t sleep so I went outside and Peter came, we were talking and fell asleep.” Pepper sighed

“I don’t mind the two of you being together but I prefer that you didn’t sneak around,”

“We didn’t mean to disrespect you, Mrs. Stark.”

“Also no more sleepovers, I mean if you do it’ll be in separate rooms, doors open.”

“You’re not mad?” Y/N asked munching on her toast

“A bit, but I’d rather you tell me that you two are hanging out than sneaking around.” Y/N nodded

“I’m sorry Pepper.”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Stark.” Pepper smiled

“Alright, finish breakfast and go get ready still got to go to school.” The two teens nodded, Peter stood and headed to the restroom

“Oh and Peter,” Peter turned and looked at Pepper

“Call your Aunt, she called here last night worried.” Peter’s eyes widened, he nodded and went into the restroom. Peter frantically changed into his clothes grabbing his phone pressing the number one, he heard the phone ring.

“Peter?”

“Aunt May? I’m so sorry I didn’t call, Y/N messaged me and I came over, we started talking and we fell asleep. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“A text would have been nice Peter, I called everywhere. I called Ned, MJ, hospitals and then when I called Pepper, she said that you had gone over and fell asleep. Do you know how worried I was? I thought something bad happened to you.”

“I’m sorry Aunt May…” Peter whispered out, he heard her sigh

“It’s fine Peter, just please next time call me or text me. Also, you’re grounded for a week, no patrolling, no TV and no going out.”

“Okay…” Peter inwardly groaned, grounded a week and a half before the vacation, well at least she didn’t say she couldn’t go.

“Get going, you’re going to be late for school. I larb you.”

“I larb you too Aunt May.” Peter smiled and hung up the phone

Y/N stood and made her way to her room, using the restroom to brush her teeth, comb her hair, Y/N changed into denim jeans and a plain grey shirt.

“You’re going to be late!” Pepper yelled

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Y/N yelled back, shoving her homework in her backpack and ran down the stairs

“I’m here.” Peter smiled

“Ready little stark? Kid?” They nodded, Y/N ran to Pepper and kissed her cheek, she ran to Morgan and kissed her cheek

“Bye Pepper, bye Morgan.”

“Bye Mrs. Stark, bye Morgan.”

“Bye kids, have fun at school.”

“BYE Y/N, BYE PETER!” Morgan yelled and waved.

Peter, Y/N, and Happy exited the house, Peter hopped into the backseat and Y/N followed, Happy turned to his right expecting her to sit in the front but instead saw an empty seat

“I see how it is a little Stark.” Happy whispered and smiled looking at the two teenagers.

“WAIT! WAIT!” Y/N turned around to see Morgan running towards the car, opening the door she looked down at her younger sister

“Here..you...go!” Morgan said gasping to catch her breathe she handed Y/N a brown bag

“Don’t open it until you’re alone.” Morgan smiled and ran back into the house, Y/N closed the door and looked at Peter

“What’d she give you?”

“No idea, she said to open it when I’m alone.”

“So I can’t know?”

“I can show you after I open it.” Peter nodded and smiled.

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Peter and Y/N made it to school 20 minutes late, they tried sneaking past the office but failed now they are sitting in the principal's office, Y/N twirled her thumbs around, Peter didn't look nervous one bit he was used to this.

"Miss. Stark and Mr. Parker, nice to see you again."

"We weren't that late." The principal sighed

"I'm going to let this slide because I understand that Miss Stark is going through a difficult time." Y/N met his eyes filled with pity. Y/N glared slightly, she hated being pitted on.

"Get to class, both of you." Y/N stood along with Peter and went straight to the English class.

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Lunch came around and Y/N smiled, chicken, mac and cheese, grapes and water. Y/N sat in the back remembering what Morgan gave her in the morning she opened her backpack and opened the brown bag. Y/N pulled out 12 Polaroid pictures that Morgan took in the morning, each a double. A little note fell from the pictures

One for you and one for Peter- Morgan

Y/N smiled and looked through each picture, one where Peter was laying on her chest arms wrapped around her waist a smile on his face, the next was of her laying on Peter's chest her arms wrapped around his waist a smile on her face, the next photo Peter was awake, kissing her forehead, Y/N blushed at the photo. When did he do that? She didn't even realize. The next photo was one of the two of them forehead to forehead, a smile on both their faces and slightly flushed. Moving to the next set it was of Peter moving a stray strand of hair away from Y/N’s face and the last set was a photo that Happy took of Peter, Morgan and her, Morgan in Peter’s arms, Peter made a funny face to make Morgan and Y/N laughed, Y/N smiled, they looked like a happy family. Y/N heard someone clear their throat quickly putting the photos away she looked up to see Flash staring at her.

“Can I help you?”

“Is what Penis-” Y/N glared and Flash flinched

“Is what Parker said true?”

“What?”

“That he actually worked with Tony Stark and met all the other Avengers?” Y/N lifted a brow

“Why so curious?”

“So he is a liar.”

“Peter doesn’t lie. Yes, he worked with my father, aunts, and uncles.”

“Father? Tony Stark only has 1 kid.”

“He has two.”

“Are you like one of those delusional fans?”

“What?”

“You know the fans who like to pretend they know the person. Let’s be honest if you’re Tony Stark’s kid then I’m Captain America’s kid. If you are his kid, why have we never seen or heard of you? Was he embarrassed by you?” Y/N felt tears prickle her eyes, was Tony embarrassed by her? No. He did it to protect her, he was Iron man she could have gotten hurt. Tony would never be embarrassed by her, he was proud of her.

“I thought Parker was a liar, but you took first place.” Y/N felt the tears rolled down her cheeks

“FLASH!” Flash turned towards the voice, Peter standing behind him, dropping his food, he raised his fist hitting Flash straight on the jaw, Flash fell to the ground clenching his jaw.

“What the hell, Parker!?” Peter ignored him and sat next to Y/N, placing his hands on her cheeks he wiped her tears.

“Are you ok?” Y/N shook her head

“Come on.” Grabbing her hand he pulled her out of the cafeteria, making his way to the roof of the school. Peter sat down, pulling her down with him. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Peter.” Peter turned to look at her

“What are you sorry for? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But you punched him, you might get suspended or expelled or worse you might not be able to go on the trip so you can forget about Spider-Man, my dad, Pepper, Morgan and me. You need to go on that trip to forget about everything.” Y/N rambled lifting her head from his shoulder

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter caressed her face, forcing her to look at him

“I’m never going to forget you. Ever. I’m never going to forget Mr. Stark, Mrs. Stark or Morgan, you guys mean so much to me. Do you want to forget about me?”

“Never.” Y/N said confidently staring into his brown eyes, they twinkled when she said that.

“I heard what he said.”

“Yeah?” Y/N e/c eyes look down

“He’s wrong you know. Mr. Stark loves you, he always mentioned you when I would visit the compound, how you managed to help build Veronica, an anti-gravity device,”

“That one was a secret.”

“Well he found out and you built my suit. Mr. Stark told me how proud he was when you finished the Iron Spider suit when I asked him about the suit he said “Kid, Y/N built it. I was worried at first because she started to be more and more like me, but she had this big smile on her face when working on your suit I couldn’t stop her and when she finished it she ran to me screaming, yelling DAD DAD DAD I DID IT I DID IT. She dragged me into the lab and showed me the suit, her smile so wide, I’m pretty sure her face hurt from how much she was smiling, my face hurt from smiling, I have never been so proud of her. I can just hope nothing happened to her.” I just stared at him and thought he really loves her.” Y/N felt the tears rolling down her cheeks once again. Peter smiled and wiped her tears

“Thank you, Peter.” Y/N whispered

“Anytime.” Y/N calmed herself and grabbed her backpack, pulling out the brown bag.

“Ready to see?” Peter nodded, Y/N pulled out the pictures and handed them to Peter. Peter looked at the polaroids sitting in his hands, his face turned red when he saw the sets. Peter never noticed how much of a couple they looked like, he loved the thought of it, did she even notice? Did she think about it? Peter saw the last set of photos, he was holding Morgan, his face scrunched up, tongue sticking out, Morgan and Y/N facing him laughing, he wanted to have a family with Y/N. Peter blushed at the thought, he let out a cough. Y/N smiled.

“Morgan said one for me and one for you.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” Peter chose his photos and handed the others back to Y/N. Peter pulled a folder from his bag and placed them in there. Y/N grabbed her bag and placed them in her notebook.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“Should we head back?” Peter sighed

“I really don’t want to.”

“Too bad. Come on.” Y/N grabbed Peter’s hand, standing and pulling him up with her. Y/N and Peter walked down the stairs hand in hand.

“Mr. Parker, Miss Stark.” They froze

“Come with me.” Shit.

Peter and Y/N sat in their chairs, shifting uncomfortably feeling May’s stare and Pepper’s stare burning holes into their faces. Flash sat on the right side of them with his father.

“Thank you all for coming, the reason you are all here is that Mr. Parker here hit Mr. Thompson.”

“Peter,” May said

“You hit someone.”

“May I didn’t do it on purpose or for no reason.” May sighed, her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose.

“We have a no violence policy in this school and I’m considering taking Mr. Parker off the Europe trip.”

“You can’t do that.” Y/N butted in

“Y/N” Pepper warned her

“But Pepper, he can’t do that. Flash was being a jerk to me and Peter protected me.”

“Miss Stark-”

“NO! You’re seriously going to sit here and take the bully’s side. Flash sat there and took me that I wasn’t my dad’s daughter and that I was nothing but disappointment and embarrassment to him.” Y/N looked at Pepper, Pepper’s blue eyes widened, reaching out placing her hand on Y/N’s cheek.

“Sweetie…”

“Pepper, did dad ever feel that way?”

“Of course not, he never felt that way.”

“Flash is this true?” A deep rough voice spoke

“I… yes.”

“I see. There’s no need to take Mr. Parker off the trip. I’m willing to let this go since my son did decide to bully Miss Stark here. I’m sorry Mrs. Stark. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N looked at Flash

“It’s ok.” The group walked out of the office

“Y/N! PETER!” Morgan ran towards the teens

“Hey, Morgan.” They replied

“Pepper can we give Peter and May a ride home?”

“Of course.” Morgan stood between Peter and Y/N and held each of their hands, the three walked behind May and Pepper. Y/N looked over to Peter, they were in trouble.

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Peter and May hopped out of the car before they reached the door Y/N hopped out of the car

“May,” May turned around

“I’m sorry, what happened wasn’t Peter’s fault.”

“I know sweetie.” May smiled

“Don’t be too hard on him.” May laughed and nodded.

“I’ll see at school tomorrow Peter.”

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye.” Y/N waved, she got into the car and they drove off. Peter and May entered the building and into their apartment. Peter threw his backpack into his room and sat down on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down, fingers running through his hair. He heard May sigh and felt her sit next to him.

“I know you wanted to protect her, but next time try not to hit him. Same rules apply, no patrolling, no going out, no TV and no phone.”

“May, I’m sorry.”

“I know Peter.” May smiled at her nephew

“Good for you though, protecting your crush.”

“W-What? I I don’t have a crush on Y/N.” May raised a brow

“Peter.” Peter’s blood rushed to his face

“Is it that obvious?” Peter asked shyly

“Umm, just a tad.” Peter groaned

“It’s cute Peter.”

“I don’t think she likes me in that way anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It’s just,” Peter ran his fingers through his hair again

“She’s just amazing, you know. She’s insanely smart, funny, gentle, understanding and beautiful. And her smile May, God her smile, it lights up my world, it makes my heart race every time. I would do anything to keep that smile on her face. She makes me feel calm, safe and she feels like home like it’s only the two of us and there’s no evil in the world. She just takes my breath away.” May stared at Peter, his face red, a shy smile on his face, brown eyes twinkled and filled with love. May knew that he watched her like she had the stars in her hands and soft petals at her feet, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. May smiled at Peter.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

“What? No, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“What if she doesn't like me? I don’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“Take a chance, Peter.”

“I… I’ll tell her on the trip.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for listening to me May.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to know about my nephew’s crush. Y/N and Peter sitting in a tree,”

“May,” Peter groaned

“I’m just kidding, now go do homework, while I go make dinner and by make I mean do you want Chinese food?” Peter laughed

“Yeah, thanks May.” Peter stood heading to his room

“No problem. Oh, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Phone. Suit.” Peter inwardly groaned, he hopped she forgot about that, pulling his phone out, going into his room pulling his suit out and handing the items to May. Peter went back into his room and started on his homework.

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By the time the Starks made it home, it was dark out. Happy stopped at a fast food place and got them food. The trio said goodbye to Happy and made their way into the house. Y/N walked up the stairs throwing her backpack into the room and made her way back down the stairs, Y/N saw Pepper sitting on the couch, Morgan on the floor coloring in her book. Y/N sat next to Pepper.

“Pepper?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why didn’t dad want anyone to know about me?”

“He was worried. Scared that something might happen to you.” Y/N nodded, she remembered when her dad told her his worries, but she wanted to make sure.

“I’m sorry he said that to you.”

“Why would you be sorry?”

“I just feel like this wouldn’t have happened if you were still homeschooled, it’s only been two days and you were already sent to the office.”

“I like it.” Pepper laughed

“What? Causing trouble?”

“Yes.”

“Like father, like daughter.”

“Thank you, Pepper, for everything.” Pepper pulled Y/N into a hug

“I wanna hug too.” Morgan stood pouting

“Come here.” Y/N opened her arm and Morgan joined the hug.

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1 day before the trip

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you taking your suit?” Peter looked at Y/N

“No, I’m just planning on relaxing.” Y/N nodded

“So, does MJ know yet?”

“Nope,” Peter replied reaching for the bag of sour patches

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Maybe.” Y/N reached for a chocolate bar filled with almonds, Peter got other snacks for Ned and MJ

“I still can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“Ned and MJ said it was a crime that you haven’t seen Star Wars yet, so they said movie night. Plus we can all just carpool tomorrow to the airport.”

“So sleepover, I only gave in because you gave me the puppy eyes.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Peter and Y/N walked to the register, she paid for the things. Peter and Y/N walked back towards his apartment, entering the apartment, she set the bag of snacks on the table

“Hi, sweetie.”

“Hi May, I brought you some chocolate.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“No problem.”

“Y/N!”

“YEAH?!”

“CAN YOU COME AND HELP ME?”

“COMING.” Y/N walked into Peter’s room, he was struggling with the blankets and pillows, rushing to him she grabbed a handful of pillows and a blanket. Y/N walked back into the living room, setting the stuff down on the couch

“Peter is all this really necessary?”

“Yes.” He huffed out placing the blankets down. Peter turned and looked at the coffee table sitting in the room.

“Where should I move this?” Peter mumbled

“Peter just move it against the wall,” May responded, Peter nodded easily picking up the table and moving it against the table, Y/N started setting the blankets down, the fluffiest ones on the bottom with the rest on top, placing the big fluffy pillows on top, she stepped back to admire her work, smiling she was satisfied. Peter stood next to Y/N, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Good job Y/N.”

“Thank you. Should we set up the screen now?”

“Maybe in a bit.” Y/N nodded

“Do you guys want pizza for dinner?”

“Yes, please.” Y/N and Peter replied

“Alright, I’ll order now.”

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Peter laid on the edge of the blankets, Y/N next to him, MJ sat next to her and Ned next to MJ, all of them dressed in their PJs. They were about halfway through the movie, an empty pizza box in front of them along with wrappers from multiple snacks. Y/N could feel her eyes become heavy, Peter glanced at her and smiled.

“Getting sleepy?” Peter whispered in her ear

“Hmmm.”

“You’re almost there, you can do this.”

“Maybe.” Y/N shook her head and continued to watch the movie, the credits rolled on the screen

“So?” Ned asked

“What?”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it was good. Should we put on another movie?”

“Lord of the rings?” Ned asked MJ and Peter agreed. Y/N’s eyes widened

“Ummm, sure.”

“Oh my god,” Peter said

“What?”

“You’ve never seen that either, have you?”

“No.”

“Ok, what have you seen?” MJ asked

“Umm fandom wise just those two.”

“Well, Peter go put it on.” Peter stood and put the movie on, he snuggled back next to Y/N.

“I’m going to clean up before it starts.” Y/N stood picking up the empty box and the wrappers, she stood in the kitchen throwing away the wrappers, folding the box and placing it on the counter. Y/N walked towards the blankets but stopped, MJ had moved over next to Peter, the two of them in a deep conversation, occasionally Ned would chime in. Y/N looked away and went into the restroom, sighing she grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. Y/N finished opening the door she made her way back to the blankets the movie had already started, she looked at Peter and MJ from the looks of it she had no plans in moving, Y/N sat next to Ned and quietly watched the movie. Y/N slowly started to become annoyed, she could hear their whispered and giggles every once in a while, they weren’t including her in their conversation. Why should they? Y/N was an outcast in their group, they had been friends for a while now. Y/N just laid down and tried to ignore them, turning on her side she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Peter glanced at Y/N, he noticed she rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek and eyes narrowed she was annoyed. Peter turned his attention back to MJ, why was she annoyed? Peter glanced back at Y/N, her back facing them, Ned noticed Peter’s gaze and looked at Y/N’s face.

“She fell asleep.” Peter chuckled

“Of course.” Peter looked at the clock 11:15pm

“We should sleep too.”

“Yeah.” MJ and Ned agreed, the three rose carefully and made their way to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Ned and MJ finished and went back, Peter used the bathroom and walked back to the blankets, Ned had laid back down next to Y/N, he wanted to sleep next to Y/N.

“Come on Peter, we don’t have all night.” Peter looked at MJ and laid down next to her, Peter dimmed the lights

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” MJ and Ned replied, then they entered the world of darkness.

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3:30am

Y/N rolled onto her back and groaned, slowly opening her eyes, she blinked. Why was it so dark? It's too dark in here, she couldn't see anything. Y/N sat up, back against the couch, reaching for her phone she turned on the flashlight, careful not to wake the others up, she stood and made her way into the bathroom. Peter heard the door close, he rolled over and noticed Y/N was missing from her spot, Peter sat up and sat on the couch. Y/N came out of the bathroom and squealed when she noticed a figure on the couch.

“It’s just me,” Peter whispered, Y/N relaxed and sat next to Peter

“Sorry for scaring you.”

“It’s ok. Did I wake you?”

“No, my senses kicked in and woke me.”

“Sooo, I woke you.”

“In a way, but it’s fine.”

“Aren’t you going to go back to sleep?” Y/N asked

“Nightmare.” Y/N nodded understanding

“Do you think they have nightmares?” Y/N asked cocking her head towards Ned and MJ

“Probably normal ones, not about the snap or you know.”

“Must be nice.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N asked

“I… We weren’t able to stop Thanos and I turned around you... You were disappearing and Mr. Stark was lying on the floor, coughing up blood. I couldn’t save you both.” Peter felt Y/N’s hand slip into his, she squeezed his hand

“Peter, it’s ok. I’m still here.”

“I know,” Peter said, looking at Y/N. Y/N scooted to the end of the couch and laid down, she opened her arms and patted her chest. Peter smiled and climbed into her arms, he snuggled against her neck, her fingers running through his curled brown hair.

“Night Peter.”

“Night Y/N.”

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Y/N woke up to the sound of a camera clicking. Not again, opening her eyes she saw me standing there taking pictures of the two teens

“Sorry, you just looked so adorable.”

“It’s fine. What time is it?”

“7. You guys should start getting up and ready.”

“Ok.” May turned and walked into the kitchen, Y/N looked down at Peter, running her fingers through his hair and whispering

“Peter. Peter. Get up.” Peter moaned and tightened his grip

“I don’t wanna.” Y/N laughed

“Peter, get up, we have to get ready and eat.” MJ looked at Y/N and Peter on the couch

“Morning MJ.”

“Morning Y/N.”

“Good morning everybody,” Ned said brightly

“Good morning Ned.” MJ and Y/N replied Peter moaned again

“Go back to sleep… five more minutes.” Y/N rolled her eyes

“Pete, get up. I’m pretty sure Y/N wants to go brush her teeth and use the bathroom.” Ned said

“Ughh, too comfy.”

“Peter, if you don’t get up, I will use the secret weapon.” Peter’s head shot up, her stared int Y/N e/c eyes.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, Parker.” Peter narrowed his eyes. Y/N lifted her hands, wiggling her fingers.

“Fine. Fine. I’m up.” Peter lifted himself from Y/N, she sat up and smiled

“Thank you,” Peter grumbled. Y/N made her way into Peter’s room and grabbed her little bag filled with today’s clothing. Y/N walked back into the living asking if anyone needed the restroom because she was going to shower, everyone replied no and Y/N went to shower.

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Happy was not happy driving a car full of teenagers to the airport, the music was blasting, the boys were singing off-key and dancing around, the girls singing on key and just stook to bobbing their heads from side to side. Happy groaned, New York traffic was the worst, he wished they could just zoom through and he could finally have some peace and quiet. Y/N turned and looked at Happy, she lowered the music

“Sorry uncle Happy.”

“No worries Little Stark, I’m glad you’re smiling and having fun.” Y/N smiled

“We’ll try and keep it down.”

“Thank you.” Happy pulled into the parking lot, helping the kids unload their luggage, he followed behind the group of teens, making sure they didn’t get hurt or lost. Y/N saw the group of students along with Mr. Dell and Mr. Harrington. Y/N turned back to Happy

“I’ll see you in 2 weeks.”

“See you in 2 weeks, little Stark.” Y/N smiled, Happy opened his arms and she jumped into them.

“Thank you for bringing us Happy,” Peter said

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.” MJ and Ned chimed in. Y/N pulled out of the hug and walked to the group.

“No problem kids, have fun.” Happy waved, the three teens waved back and walked to their group. Mr. Harrington looked like he was already having a panic attack, he counted each student multiple times, making sure he got the same number each time. Mr. Dell was calm and collected as he started at the other teacher.

“ALRIGHT STUDENTS!” The crowd went silent

“WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME YELL HERE!” Mr. Dell started naming off the students alphabetically

“PETER PARKER!”

“HERE!” Peter replied lifting his hand

“Y/N STARK!”

“HERE!” Y/N replied she heard her classmates start to whisper. Peter held Y/N’s hand.

“Parker, you and Stark here dating?”

“No.” Y/N replied firmly. Peter didn’t like her he likes MJ. To Y/N MJ was definitely better than her. MJ looked at the two, eyebrow raised. Y/N cleared her throat and dropped Peter’s hand. Peter’s smile fell, Y/N never let go of his hand. The group made their way through customs and boarded the plane. Peter grabbed Y/N’s hand making her sit next to him.

“Peter this isn’t my seat.”

“We can see if they’ll switch.”

“Peter.”

“Sorry but that’s my seat.” Y/N looked at MJ, she stood and moved out of the way

“Sorry MJ.”

“It’s fine.” MJ placed her carry on overhead and sat in the seat. Y/N sat behind the two right next to Flash. Great. A 12-hour flight sitting next to Flash, maybe he won’t be too bad today. Flash glanced over at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N,”

“Hi, Flash.”

“I really did mean it.”

“Mean what?”

“That I was sorry.” Y/N looked at Flash, his dark brown eyes apologetic

“It’s fine Flash.”

“Can we start over?” Y/N looked at the hand extended towards her, she grasped it and shook

“Sure.” Flash smiled, the seat belt sign lit up and they buckled

“Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking. Our flight time will be of 12 hours and 40 minutes.

At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and that your seat belt is correctly fastened. Also, your portable electronic devices must be set to ‘airplane’ mode until an announcement is made upon arrival. Thank you.”

The cabin crew made their announcement next

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to direct your attention to the television monitors. We will be showing our safety demonstration and would like the next few minutes of your complete attention.” They watched the video, for Y/N this was nothing new she had been on planes so many times she lost count. 5 minutes after the video the pilot announced for the cabin crew to take their seats and prepare for taking off. Y/N hated the take off it made her sick to her stomach. The plane made its way gaining speed Y/N reached out and grabbed Flash’s hand, she did this out of habit, she always held her dad’s hand during take off and certain times it was Peter’s hand. Peter turned around, looking between the seats. He saw Y/N’s eyes closed shut, he looked down she was clutching Flash’s hand. Peter’s brows knitted, his stomach in knots, that was supposed to be him, she was supposed to be holding his hand, he was the one who should be comforting her not Flash. Peter scoffed and turned back around, crossing his arms, he knows he shouldn’t feel jealous but he couldn’t help it. Flash looked over at Y/N

“You ok?” Y/N nodded

“Sorry I usually hold my dad’s hand during taking off.” Flash nodded, the plane finally leveled out and Y/N let go of his hand.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Y/N noticed Peter and MJ talking and laughing, she turned to her left and noticed Ned was talking to Betty. Y/N noticed that Betty definitely had a crush on Ned and Ned had a crush on Betty, she hoped the two of them would confess their feelings on this trip. Y/N turned back looking at her monitor, she scrolled through the movie options and decided to watch A Quiet Place, putting her headphones on, she ignored the world.

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3 hours later

Y/N was on her second movie when she heard the pilot speak

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign, and you may now move around the cabin. In a few moments, the flight attendants will be passing around the cabin to offer you hot or cold drinks, as well as breakfast/dinner/supper/a light meal/snack. Alcoholic drinks are also available at a nominal charge/with our compliments.” The flight attendant reached Y/N and asked if she would like a snack, she grabbed water, chips, cookies and some fruit, she turned attention back to the movie.

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2 hours later

Y/N sighed, they had 7 hours to go and she was bored out of her mind, she stood and walked up and down the small hallway, she needed to stretch. Peter noticed Y/N walking up and down the cabin, he stood and followed behind her. Y/N turned and bumped straight into Peter.

“Sorry, Pete.”

“You’re good.”

“Let me move over so you can get through.”

“Actually, I just wanted to talk to you, you looked bored back there.”

“Yeah, watched 3 movies and gave up after that. Flash’s uncomfortable around me still so no talking. You and MJ seem to be having fun.”

“Yeah, she was talking to me about a book she’s reading, plus she brought UNO so we’ve been playing that.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Excuse me miss, sir, you can’t block the hall.”A flight attendant said

“Oh, sorry,” Peter said, they walked back to their seats. Y/N sat down and Peter turned around in his seat.

“Hey, Brad?” Brad looked forward and at Peter

“Yeah?”

“Can we switch seats for a bit?” Peter glanced at you and back to Brad, Brad smiled

“Sure Peter.”

“Thank you.” Peter and Brad switched, Peter was now sitting to your left right across from you.

“You left MJ all alone.”

“It’s fine. Now I can actually get some peace and quiet and read.” MJ chimed in

“Heyyy,” Peter whined, Mj placed a finger on her lips and making Peter shut up.

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8 hours into the flight

Y/N looked around, everyone around them had fallen asleep. Peter felt his eyes slowly start to close, Y/N smiled and closed her eyes.

“Night Peter.”

“Night Y/N.”

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The lights on the plane came on and everyone woke with a groan.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you.” The Captain announced, Y/N stood and made her way to the bathroom before the seat belt sign came on. Everyone else followed.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing please.”

“Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at the Venice Marco Polo Airport. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.”

Y/N felt the plane started it’s decent and Peter reached for her hand, she looked at Peter he gave her a reassuring smile, his thumb drawing circles on her palm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Venice Marco Polo Airport. Local time is 9:30pm and the temperature is 70 degrees. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice stay!”

Everyone clapped as the plane came to a stop, they all stood to grab their carry-ons, Peter and Y/N were still holding hands as they walked off the plane to the baggage claim. Y/N rested her head onto Peter’s shoulder, grabbing their luggage they walked to Mr. Dell and Mr. Harrington, the rest of the class followed. Mr. Dell did roll call once again and once he noted everyone was there, they went outside and into the bus. No one was talking, just wanted to get to the hotel and sleep.

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They all piled off the bus, Mr. Dell giving out room keys and listing their roommates, Peter was rooming with Ned and MJ was rooming with Y/N. Peter and Ned’s room was at the end of the hall to the right, while MJ’s and Y/N’s was to the right, they all said goodnight and entered their rooms. Y/N went straight to the restroom, brushed her teeth, changed and plopped on the bed. MJ did the same.

“I can’t believe we have to be down there at 8. I just wanna have a lazy day tomorrow.”

“Same,” MJ replied Y/N opened her carry on and pulled out Stitch.

“Night MJ.”

“Night Y/N.” the room went dark and so did their worlds.

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winter flakes.

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request: harry is upset when he takes his love to meet his family, but they end up not liking her

where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression

a/n: yo pls read this is I M P O R T A N T lol ok so I'm trash. I wanted to write so many xmas one shots since I had time but now I just ... don’t. I wanted to finish this one before Christmas Eve bUT that didn’t happen so here’s an essential *part one*. I won’t make another post for part two, I'll just update it on here since I wanted it to be a one-shot and nothing more.

I just wanted to post this in case I actually don’t finish the rest tmrrw (today) but hopefully I get myself in check.

The second part has been added to this post, thus making this one-shot finished. Happy reading!

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She hides in plain sight, where fragments of white winter flakes sink from the clouds.

The sky is in full gloom, a gray nature that flawlessly exhibits her most inner emotions. A frown etches her face as powdery snow decorates the roofless patio, the couch cushions as stiff as ice. Behind her numb face is the infinite chatter of her teeth; her fists in the pockets of her creamy coat begin to lose feeling.

Somehow, it is warmer out here than it is inside.

She yawns silently, blinks away the icicles of fallen tears from her sad and wandering eyes. She knows she will fall ill soon, but perhaps it is in everyone’s best interest. She – sick in bed as the holidays go on without her. An absence in the family pictures is favorable over having to eventually cut her out with precision and an open-mind.

A reasonable part of her wishes she had declined Harry’s invitation to visit his family this holiday season. She would have had to spend Christmas and New Year’s alone, but she imagines it is better to be in her lonesome than in the company of people who dislike her.

It no longer matters. By some chance, it is better this way. At least now she can prepare for the meek outcome of her relationship’s future – or rather, a lack thereof.

Through the harsh yet whispering winds, she fails to hear the patio door slide open. With her back to her visitor, she stares out at the hibernating greenery, entirely entranced by the Earth’s chaotic intricacy.

“Baby,” Harry’s voice calls out. “What’re ya doing out here?”

She manages to shrug despite the startle that Harry gives her. “Needed some air.” Tiny inhalations temporarily sniffle the coldness away. She tugs her arms together in an empty self-embrace, hoping that it will still the shivers of her body.

Harry appears behind her, peeling the blanket he had stolen from inside so that it may envelope her entire frame with its great quilted pattern. She senses this added warmth and looks up to her right, gracious of Harry and his proud smile that peers down at her.

“Better?” he asks, long legs moving him around from behind the patio couch.

It is better, very much so. Yet, when he flumps down on the cushion next to her, she responds with a frown. “Now you’re going to be cold,” she reprimands. He wears nothing more than a puffy sweater, trousers, gingerbread socks, and slippers.

Harry leans forward, slim fingers switching the controls of the sleek fire pit table in front of them. “Why didn’t you turn this on then?” he asks, chuckling when she tries to pull him into the warmth of the blanket for two.

He allows her to wrap him up, two lovers cocooned with legs in a knot and hearts beating as one. His left arm slides around her, lazily squeezing her into his chest. She encloses his waist in a hug, slips a hand underneath his sweater and over his hip. She rubs tenderly with frozen fingers that make his skin tingle, not a single complaint hanging off of his tongue.

“Didn’t want to mess with it,” she answers, snuggling the tip of her nose deeper into his sweater. “Knowing me, I’d figure out a way to break it.”

“So, you’d rather freeze to death?”

“Better than having your mother angry at me.”

“She’d never.” His chin meets with his chest, lump limps against her head. It isn’t so much a kiss, rather a little something that lets her know he’s there. “You should be inside, having a little girls’ talk or wha’ever. Mum’s made some hot chocolate, said she’ll start on the cookies soon.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine out here.”

It is important to note that only a handful of months into their relationship and already does Harry adore her so much. A handful of months in and he has already studied and learned the shifting features of her strongest emotions.

Ecstatic is when her eyes crinkle. They practically disappear behind her happy cheeks, front teeth blossoming with power.

Angry is when she appears neutral. If not for the haunting flare of her nostrils, he would end up playing a dangerous game between his oblivion and her temper.

Hungry – yes, to her it is an emotion. Apart from her rumbling tummy, she has this certain pout that his lips find irresistible.

Whether her demeanors are bold and obvious or faint and unnoticeable, he is aware of them all. Whether he can see her face or not, he knows. It is in the way she speaks, the way she holds onto him as though he is only possible thing that can calm her mind.

He asks then, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” because she is sad, in the simplest of terms. He doesn’t quite know why – figuring it out on his own requires a little more patience and expertise. For the moment being, he only focuses on her sullen blue mood.

“What do you mean?”

Harry expects her dumbfounded response, along with the slight stiffening of her body. “You trust me, yeah?” he tries instead, eyes to the crackling wisp of the fire.

She raises her head to him, an instant, “Yeah,” as her answer. She doesn’t doubt the confidence she has in him.

Harry pouts with a now delicate grip on her chin. “Then be truthful with me, please?” He loves this position they’re in, where two bodies connect in such an innocent way, an invisible link between their loving eyes. “I don’t want you alone in whatever’s bothering you. You and me, that’s us, alright? No exceptions.”

Her lover seals this promise with a spongy kiss. She admires the way he breathes her in and out, specifically because she likes that certain smell of his. Their mouths melt as one; his tastes of that delicious chocolate liquid that lingers on his lips.

When he pulls away – and god, she doesn’t ever want him to – his green eyes glaze with the upmost sincerity that has her sighing in his arms. From this he knows that he has won, but her prefers to consider it as earning her vulnerability.

He is patient with her, but even then, she is wary. No exceptions, he had said. None, unless it concerns the people most important in his life.

“I kind of ... I didn’t want to start anything,” she begins, evidently avoiding those piercing eyes of his. “Still don’t. Even mentioning it might ... I don’t know, ruin something? And that’s not what I want, because you’re so content right now and I want you to stay that way. I don’t want to be a trouble.”

“Are you trying to say that you’re some kind of burden?” Harry quizzes, suspicious of her spiel’s direction. “Cos’, honest, whatever concerns you is my problem too. If you’re not happy with something, neither am I.”

“That’s the reason, baby!” She sits up straighter, and he tries his hardest not to melt around his girlfriend. For her to call him such an endearment is something he truly loves. It is thick like honey, dripping down the chambers of his heart. “I don’t want you to be upset. If I don’t tell you, at least for the time being, then it won’t affect you. At a time like this, I think that’s pretty important.”

“No!” he argues, eyebrows knitted like the sweater he wears. “No, that’s ... what’s important is that you’re honest with me. ‘Bout anything, at any time. Still don’t even know why you’re upset. You just gotta tell me, I’ll help you. If I didn’t care about you all the time, then I’d hope you’d break up with me for being a dickhead.”

“It won’t be on my part,” she says under her breath, never intending for him to hear. To her dismay, the winter winds are not nearly loud enough to mask her voice.

“S’cuse me?” Harry raises, no longer slouch against the couch. “What do you mean by that? Are you saying that I’m just going to date and dump ya?”

“No.” She shakes her head, repetitively, as if to further deny his assumption. “You know I don’t think of you that way.”

“Alright, then what is it?”

“It’s ... it’s complicated. More than you think, or maybe not ... can we just talk about it later?”

Harry states her name in such a way that is frightening, serious, even emotionless. This is a first in their relationship – the first time he’s ever been so strict with her.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to call my mum and sister out here to drag it out of you.”

His darling’s face expresses shock up to her eyebrows and down to her chin. She shakes her head again, this time more frantic and desperate. “No,” she pleas, gripping onto his cold hands. “Please don’t. Harry, I swear I will never forgive you.”

A spontaneous spill of words conceives her threat. Her bottom lip quivers, her rapid tongue suddenly dry as she waits for Harry to settle back against the couch.

Harry, however, is frozen. He doesn’t know if he is hurt; if he is, he doesn’t know what for. It is just something about this warning of hers that makes him feel weird.

“Forgive me?” he questions, his voice now smaller than hers. “Forgive me for what? Have I done something? Am I the reason you’re upset?”

The look on his face is heartbreaking. She frowns at him again, gently smoothening her fingers over his hands to explain to him, silently, that no, he is not the reason. While in their future – if there even is one – they will have many arguments where he is the one at fault, or she is the one to blame, he currently does nothing to make her feel this way.

For this reason alone, she knows she has to tell him. He is here for her in this blistering cold. He had promised he would be. In such an unfamiliar place as his mother’s home, he is her common, her serenity. This is something that she has to trust in.

“It’s not you,” she confesses, nervous as her eyes begin to dart from side to side. “It’s because ... your family. They hate me.”

Silence. Her heart beat ironically aches in her chest. She tries to find a reaction in his body language; a head tilt in her peripheral, a twitch in his fingers. Instead, there is nothing, which only makes her want to scream.

“Hate you?” Harry blinks, cautious about whether or not she kids with him.

“Hate, dislike ... does it really matter?”

“...No. You’re right, no, it doesn’t matter.” Harry is unyielding, which makes his girlfriend raise her head with surprise. He leans forward, green eyes burning into hers. “Cos’ they don’t feel either way about you. Why would you even say something so ridiculous?”

She cranes her neck up a little, eyebrows soaring in defense. “Have you even been paying attention the entire time since we’ve gotten here?”

“Of course, I have. Haven’t seen anything less than a smile directed toward you.”

“It’s not that hard to fake a smile out of kindness.”

“This is my family we’re talking about. The people who raised me.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“Alright, so trust me then. They’d never hate the person I’m dating, ‘specially not after just a few hours of knowing them.”

“Seems like there’s a first for everything.”

“Or you’re just being extremely paranoid.”

At this, it is her turn to feel hurt. The word stings a little, especially since she knows she’s right. It is an intuitive gut-feeling; a negative energy surrounds her all afternoon. Harry somehow foreshadows his fate. She is upset, but now it is all because of him.

In an impulsive tantrum, she throws his hands down to his lap. Her body turns away, arms crossing over her chest like a grumpy child. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” she grumbles, ignoring the burn she begins to feel in her nose.

Harry knows his family. He knows these accusations of hers are nearly impossible. Though, he also knows that his love had been nervous to come here – and this gesture of hers! It is so harsh and abrupt; it is very unlike her. Harry hates that he only notices her distress over his unintentional name-calling after the damage had already been done. He had promised to be tender, but now his guilt overpowers every fiber in his foolish being.

“Hey ... none o’ that,” he mumbles, reaching out to sling an arm around her shoulder, a gentle hand on her knee. He is afraid that she will push him away, a dent in their relationship that is entirely his fault. To his relief, she actually allows him to pull her in, even turns toward him a little. “M’sorry,” he coos. “So sorry, baby. I didn’t mean that.”

Harry presses his freezing dry lips to her temple, further murmuring his apologies. She is stubborn with where she is now, but rightfully so. Still, it is nice to have him so close.

“You can tell me anything,” he assures her. “You’re not being paranoid, I’m just ... being a dickhead.” Harry laughs, cursing the universe for this clever turn of events. “I’ll listen, alright? Please, talk to me.”

“You don’t believe me.” She rolls her eyes, hating how instantly she complies to his touch.

“Okay...” His face scrunches as he tries to work his way around this one. “But you’ve got to understand why I’m a little hesitant about it. Look, doesn’t matter. How ‘bout you explain to me why you think that way, hmm?”

His love begins to ease up a little in his arms. She reluctantly turns her head to him; an angry frown still taints her pretty face. In contrast, he smiles warmly, never once loosening his grip.

“...Gemma answered the door,” she explains, making Harry contently sigh.

“Uh huh,” he presses on. He prepares his ears to catch onto any faint detail that he can use to dissect her version of their visit.

“And she was really happy at first because, you know, you.”

“Right.”

“But she kind of like ... interrupted us? Because she opened the door without us even knocking. So, you were whispering in my ear about ... things and because of that, her sudden presence took me by surprise.”

Harry smirks. He had been whispering to her, alright. Whispering about things that his sister definitely doesn’t want to hear.

“So, when she came to hug me, I was still in that sort of shock, y’know? So, I was really stiff and I didn’t even hug her back. It was terrible! When she pulled away, she had this awkward look on her face.”

“I don’t think that means anything. She was probably just taken aback, same as you. Doesn’t mean that it was bad or that she hates you.”

His girlfriend scoffs. This is how he knows she has much more to say.

“That was nothing compared to your mother. I didn’t even hug her, Harry! She came in for one, or maybe just a kiss on the cheek, and I was so nervous that I just ... turned away! Do you realize how bad that is? Everyone in the kitchen just looked at me like ... like I was some kind of spoiled brat.”

“But you said it yourself,” Harry rebuttals. “You were nervous. I’m sure my mother understood that. She knows I wouldn’t date someone so self-absorbed.”

“Oh really? Is that why I keep seeing them whispering to each other? Even worse, when they instantly stop once they see that I’m in the room?”

“Alright!” Harry stands up from the patio couch. “I’m going to settle this, and when I’m right, I want a cuddle.”

Her eyes bulge out of her head when she sees her boyfriend rise. She leaps to his side, holding onto his hand as though she is clinging onto the last bit of life.

“What are you doing?” she cries. “Please, don’t say anything. Don’t you dare say anything, are you crazy?”

“How do you expect this to be resolved if I don’t bring it up to them?”

“I am begging you not to. Please ... don’t.”

Harry pauses, staring into her anxious eyes and then to the skin-tight grip she has on him.

He sighs. “Okay. I won’t mention anything, but I am going to figure this out. Whether that means bringing you into the conversation or not.”

“That’s ... fine,” she settles, though she is a little wary of how he will manage to fix any of this. “Can I just ... hold your hand for a little longer?”

Her beloved smirks, taking his rightful place next to her on the couch. He lets her wrap his larger hands in hers, a tick that he now learns is what she does when she’s nervous. She’d done it when they had first arrived, and she does it now.

“You’re gonna have to let go some time,” he points out, though smitten with the peace she finds in him.

“I know, just ... a little longer, okay?”

He nods, raising their clump for hands to press a kiss on her knuckles. “Tha’s fine with me.”

~~~

In the face of her reluctant separation of hand-holding, Harry is content when he persuades his girlfriend back into the warm confinements of his mother’s house.

The two of them walk past the sliding patio door, shuffling away the snow in a living room exuding lively chatter. There are family friends in the mix, extrovertly stunning individuals who sit on cozy cushions with fishbowls of wine in their grips. They’re kind people, a hilarious lot, although she fears their previous talk in these walls.

For a short moment, the queasy uproar in her chest subdues. Anne and Gemma are missing from the bunch. The most vital of Harry’s blood and bones whom she cannot blame for any of this. In actuality, it is she who is the root of the problem. Her mannerisms, her presentation – she has failed herself. She has failed Harry.

“Alright.” Harry folds the quilted blanket upon locking the sliding glass door. “I think they’re in the kitchen. Would you like to come with?”

She takes a studious gander at the living room. The other guests had only spared the couple a glance upon hearing them walk in. Besides that, they had returned to their chirpy conversations with ease. Their laughs bounce off the walls; the couples discreet chat goes unnoticed.

“N-No.” She shakes her head. Here, in a room full of persons, she is practically invisible. She is safe.

Harry nods, hanging the blanket over the back of the couch. “Okay.” He slips his hand right underneath the side of her jaw, puckering his lips on her forehead. “I’ll be right back then.”

She is frantic again when he says this, pulls him back by the arm as he begins to walk away. “Don’t say anything,” she warns him once more, this time with much more intensity. It is clearly moot to him how ashamed she will feel if he so much as even mentions her sad emotions.

“I won’t!” he whisper-yells, mimicking her look of absurdity with nothing but loving intentions. “Why don’t you sit down, eh?” He flicks his head to the opposite end of the couch where an entire cushion is available to her. “Next to Michal. Y’think you’ll be okay with that?”

She grimaces, side-eyeing the man’s harmless appearance. “Gemma’s boyfriend ... he probably hates me by default.”

Harry snickers, unable to resist another kiss on her sweet face. “Adorable.”

He backs away from her reach in dance: bends his arms and sways his hips. The glare she sends contrasts his cheeky wink, and he is off to the kitchen.

It is true that he doesn’t want to lie to his darling. It is obvious how in distress she is over this, but he believes that it is nothing more than a mild illusion, a product of her nerves. Surely his mother and sister will find it endearing that she worries so much over their approval. He can fix all of this in a matter of minutes.

“...not know what he’s thinking.”

Harry’s stroll comes to a halt in the hallway, the light of the kitchen cutting diagonally across the floor. He hides in the shadows, up against a wall where his mother and sister cannot see him. Eavesdropping is a dirty thing, but something about his mother’s voice is strange.

Curiosity killed the cat.

“He’s blind to it,” Gemma adds in, a hint of secrecy in her tone. “But that’s him. He grows obsessed, then he gets ... I don’t know, bored?”

Harry narrows his eyes. Are they speaking of him?

“A simple and kind person,” Anne tuts. He can hear her place batter on the cookie sheet. “That’s all I want for him. Why is it so hard?”

“Why don’t you tell him then?” Gemma asks, then pauses. He can imagine her sipping on her wine, licking the elegant flavor off her lips. “Maybe he’ll be open to the idea of you setting him up. He trusts your word more than anyone else.”

“I do have a couple of people in mind that I’d like him to meet, but it’s as you said. He’s obsessed. He won’t listen now. We’ll just have to ... wait it out, see how long it goes for.”

Wait it out? He’s utterly lost, but at the same time, he fears what he already knows.

“Do you think...” Gemma begins, “Okay, this might be a tad harsh, but do you imagine she’s here because her own family didn’t want to spend the holidays with her?”

The question is a bullet to his heart. He blinks rapidly with a face that twists; disbelief washes over all of his senses. Had he heard it wrong? His lovely sister would never be so cruel. Is this all a misunderstanding solely on his part?

His mother. Oh, his dear mother. Her response is the icing on the cake.

“Poor girl. I can’t even begin to think what family must have raised her.”

He won’t lie – it hurts. Their gossip hadn’t meant to belittle him or his decision making. In a strange type of way, he understands where they’re coming from. They love him. They want what’s best for him.

Nonetheless, understanding doesn’t make him any less upset. It doesn’t make him any less confused, overwhelmed, absolutely livid. This side of his family is a disappointing shock and it makes him a little sick.

Of anything else, he feels for his lovey. While this mess concerns him, it is not about him. In the end, she had been right, and he had been selfish. He had dismissed her, had disregarded her intuition and her discomfort, all because he had much more faith in his family than in her.

His mother and sister’s conversation becomes a jumble, not as if it matters much anyway. He had heard what he had heard, and they had moved onto a new, safer topic as unbothered as one would be flipping through the channels on the telly.

He takes a minute to calm himself, inhaling and exhaling before pushing himself off the wall. A few nervous clicks of his knuckles and he stumbles into the light with more to prove than before. His heavy footsteps garner their attention mid-conversation.

They greet him with twin smiles, but he responds in a boiling, amusing stare. Leaning against the counter opposite to the island, he crosses his arms and nibbles inside his cheek.

“Everything alright?” Gemma asks, noticing his stare-down with the tile floors. He is in thought, a distracting amount of it, and it is concerning to his sister – his sister that knows him so well.

Harry opens his mouth, lips silently stuttering over infinite responses. How could he go about this in a way that is civil amid his lingering vexation?

“Mother o’ mine,” he comically says, full out ignoring his sister’s question.

The pair of ladies look at him with curiosity, but it is not in an eager or silly way. It is tense. Stiff. Suspicious.

“Darling?” She smiles, setting the batter aside. Her chin tilts up, her soft features almost overpowering his will. How could he possibly be mad at the woman who’d given him everything?

He wants to give her a chance. He wants to believe that he’d been right. Very casually does he mention the chat he’d had with his girlfriend, her name that twitches the gleam in their faces. Though it is only a slight falter, a millisecond of a reaction, he had seen it.

“It’s funny.” He laughs, raising his head in the gravity of his words. “She’d said something to me that I found quite ... mmm, ridiculous, I’d say. Unbelievable, even. I couldn’t quite believe it myself, but for her sake, I listened. That’s what a person in a relationship does, after all. So, she’d said to me that she was, ehm, she was feeling a bit down.”

Anne frowns. “Oh no, darling. What about?”

“What about? Well, she’d said ... hmm, how did it go? In her words, as best as I can remember it anyway, she’d said, your family hates me. Yeah, tha’s what I heard.”

At this sated accusation, the faces of the two women grow paler. Gemma freezes, while Anne swallows in discomfort. Her eyes search for a way out of this maze, but her beautiful son does not allow it.

“Doesn’t that sound ridiculous, mum?”

“It does,” Gemma answers. She easily catches onto how they have to team up against Harry’s spontaneous quips.

He smiles again. “Right. After all, she’d been devastated to find out that she couldn’t travel to spend the holidays with her family. The snow just wouldn’t allow it. Cancelled her flight and everything.” He steps up, leans forwards now with his palm gripping the edge of the island. “And you had been so kind as to welcome her into your home. So, really, how could you possibly hate her?”

His gaze is unbearable. His mother feels as if she had committed a crime.

“Of course,” Anne chuckles, “that’s – it is ridiculous. I don’t ... hate her.”

“And you, Gem,” he switches his interrogation. “Of all the ... questionable people I’ve been obsessed with, it doesn’t seem sensible that the one simple and kind person I’ve finally ended up with, turns out to be someone you hate, right?”

Gemma raises a brow as the intensity of his stare increases. Their eyes – her dark ones, his light ones – from the same genes collide in a battle. Together, in a team setting, they are competitive, supportive, and practically unstoppable. Apart, in a duel against each other, it is an all-out war.

She never gives in, no matter how grueling. She is as stubborn as he is, but this time, she knows. She knows that the longer she plays this game of his, the winner he will become.

“Oh, stop it!” She folds the towel and turns away from his mocking smirk. “I’m not doing this!”

“Gemma!”

“What? I’m not going to sit here and lie to him.”

“Oh really?” Harry asks, hands on his hips. “Just like you two have done all evening?”

“We haven’t lied!” she defends in a high-pitch.

“You said you didn’t hate her!”

“We don’t!” Gemma sips her wine, commenting very quietly that: “We just don’t like her.”

“Gemma!” Anne repeats. It astounds her that her daughter would be so blunt, but she can’t bring herself to disagree.

Harry shakes his head in shame. Not of his own, nor for bringing his love to this place, but for the distaste of his own blood. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. “It is actually unbelievable. And after all of the boyfriends of yours I defended.”

“Oh, don’t be such a knob.” His sister glares. Her wine glass is lonely on the island counter. “Anyone in my past hadn’t nearly been as impolite as her.”

“Impolite? Wh—” Harry turns his head from side-to-side. He wonders if anyone else can hear the absurdities. “When has she ever been impolite?”

“Darling,” Anne speaks up. She’d been quiet, nervous about where this sensitive topic would end up going. It had not finished well. “Why don’t we just leave this as it is?”

“No! No, I will not—”

“Harry, please, it’s just not worth it.”

“Not worth it?” He questions, a pattern of the sorts ensuing. Every ridiculous thing they say, he has to repeat. They have to hear it again, from his opposing tongue, and maybe then they will come to terms with how unreasonable they’re being.

“Can you honestly tell us that she’ll be here in a year’s time?” Gemma says, a bit sincerer than she’s been.

“I ... how am I supposed to know that?”

The two women give each other a look. It only boils his blood more.

“Don’t do that!”

“It’s a simple question, Harry.”

“It’s not so simple to answer given that you two don’t even like her! I mean, what – what could you possibly not like about her? What has she done?”

“She’s just ... rude,” his sister answers, his mother nodding in agreement. “Reserved, but in a bad way.”

“She’s nervous!” he retorts, hands twitched out in frustration. “And rightfully so, given how you two are behaving. You’d think, that with all I have to go through in the media, you’d know better than to judge someone off of one unjust impression.”

“It’s has more to do than that,” Anne says, her tone so sweet that it makes his tummy ache. “It’s just a feeling.”

“A feeling? A hunch then?” He waits for her to nod, and then he nods, and suddenly no one is quite certain where this will go next. “Right. I’ve got one of those myself. I have a feeling, a very strong one at that, that I do want her to be here in a year’s time. But do I see her here, in another 365 days? No.”

The women are silent, this unexpected sincerity captivates them. Still, there is something circulating the air. It is thick and unsettling, the loud chatter from the living room beginning to echo into their private area.

“She won’t be, because who in their right mind would willing endure this kind of treatment? Oh, the family doesn’t like her. Big shame. There’ll always be another one ready to take her in with open arms. She’ll realize that eventually, and she’ll go. None of this is worth it, as you’ve said, ‘specially not for me.”

The ticking of the wall clock has never sounded so ardent and bold. The more it ticks, the more of Harry’s vulnerability unravels from his monologue – his deepest fear. Tick, tick, tick. Seconds pass, but they are as torturous as lightyears. The trio grows weaker, the team of two at a loss for words. This steady beat in time makes no progress at all.

Harry sighs, a long one that devours them all. He steps around the island, throws an arm around his mother’s shoulders, the opposite hand on the crown of his sister’s head.

“I love you,” he says to Anne, then looks to Gemma. “Both of you. And I respect that this is your house. It’s your decision, I can’t change that. But I can’t stay here and pretend that it’s not a problem. It’s not fair to her.”

He finishes his sentence by giving them both a respective kiss on the head. They don’t respond, emotionless even, and he walks back into the hallway where the light does not blanket his creamy skin.

The guests are even chattier when he walks into the living room. He can easily spot his love on the couch, just as he had suggested. She scoots up against the end, the nearest person not even an arm’s length into her personal bubble of space. A majestic black dog is in front of her legs, head resting on her lap as she gives gentle rubs to his ears.

Harry smiles sadly. He had wanted to fix this for her. He had wanted to enjoy these days with her, to begin a tradition that everyone would be more than in favor of. He feels now as if he has done her wrong. Maybe there was more that he could have done, but she deserves better either way.

He walks over, opting to crouch down to her eye level next to the arm of the couch. She senses Harry, relieved to see his face of tranquility. She offers him a smile, but it shapes oddly at his less than neutral expression.

“M’sorry I didn’t believe you,” he says, with the softest eyes that had ever existed. He hopes that she can trust in his sincerity, that he truly is sorry for all that has happened. He doesn’t want her to hurt; he doesn’t want her to go through this mess when it clearly isn’t her fault. He adores her; hopefully that is enough for her.

She quizzes over his out-of-context statement, but when it does eventually hit her, it drowns her in deepest ocean. Her mouth gapes, wrinkles on her forehead, and the smallest, most innocent shake of her head.

“I told you not to say anything,” she remarks in the most precious voice. That is when his heart finally breaks.

“I know, baby.” His own voice is a little croaky. He pouts, and it isn’t exaggerated or playful. It is a genuine representation of his dismay. “M’ so sorry. You can have all the cuddles you want.”

A makeshift laugh exhales through her nostrils, but she sucks a meager amount back in when her vision glasses up. She won’t cry – although it is a very strong possibility despite her rapid blinks – but her entire mind, body, and soul reacts to this quite negatively.

Over all, this sucks. This holiday sucks and while Harry’s cuddles are therapeutic, she wants to revert to the darkness of the universe where the stars had first gathered her.

“C’mon.” Harry pulls her head down, sponging his lips right over the crease on her brow. It softens and smoothens, but she is still uncertain on the edge. “Let’s go.”

“What?” she questions, allowing him to clasp their hands tight. He pulls her up from the couch, murmuring his condolences to the large dog who sighs and trots away. “Wait, what are you – go where?”

She splits herself in two opposing halves: one follows Harry, but the other resists with heels dug in the floor. He directs her to the Christmas tree, where his path ceases in determination.

“Home,” he answers, freeing his hand to sift through the boxes of gifts. “We’re taking the presents with us.”

“What?” she whisper-yells, same as he had done to her, only hers is much more severe. “Are you out of your mind? W-we can’t just leave! Our bags!”

“Still in the car ... didn’t take them out.”

He can sense her glare burning on the back of his head. “I told you to take them out.”

“It was snowing hard, I was cold ... but now look ... didn’t even need to go through all the hassle.”

She grimaces at the pile that begins to appear at his side. Decorative paper seals all of the presents, wrapped by the two of them weeks prior. She feels useless in this situation, but he resembles something of a champion, a hard-headed competitor sprinting to his goal.

“Harry...” she whines, sneaking glances back at the oblivious guests. She hopes that they remain blind to the commotion he causes. “Please think this through.”

“I did,” he insists. “We’re not staying.”

“We can’t just leave.”

“You’re not comfortable here. We can spend the holidays by ourselves. Tha’s all we need anyway, right?”

Her mouth opens to protest his name again, but another voice calls out to him instead.

It causes him to tense up, a first in his life. He rises from his bent position and turns to find his mother and sister now present, with a certain concern scribbling their faces. He notices the obvious distance between them and his girlfriend, and it only increases as she takes discreet steps back in oblivious fear.

“Harry,” Anne tries again, smiling to his love the way a mother would smile to a stranger when her child misbehaves in public. “Please, don’t be ridiculous. You don’t have to leave.”

“We’re not staying,” he announces, a repeat in only a mere minute.

“Harry...” his girlfriend mumbles, to which sets an alarm off inside of him. In a second, he has her by the arm, pulling her behind him in protection.

“Harry, let’s talk about this,” Gemma offers, her once confident tone now lacking clarity. “For everyone’s sake, please.”

“M’sorry, but there’s been enough talking for now. I’ve heard everything I needed to. We’d like to spend the rest of the holidays in peace.”

She tugs on his arm now. “Harry...”

“By the way, mother...” Harry points up, reaching for the smallest box on his pile. He hands it to his bewildered mother, who takes it hesitantly. “You can keep that. It’s from her. She spent weeks worrying about what to get you, said she had to get you a gift on her own rather than just writing her name on mine. Said it was really important to her.”

Anne frowns, fingers still as ice on the square box. “Sweetheart...”

“It’s a lovely pair of earrings,” he reveals with a shrug. “Wouldn’t let me pay for it either. Cost her a few paychecks.”

“Listen to us, we’re really sorry—”

“No, m’sorry, but I really don’t want to hear it.”

“It’s our tradition to spend the holidays together!”

“Harry...”

“I thought it was our tradition to be kind to people.”

“Harry...”

“Stop it, we haven’t done anything!”

“That is just laughable, Gem—”

“Baby...” she states, her voice still soft but more stern than previous.

The instant clench of his heart causes his lips to seal; his ears open up to the sound that he had been accidentally ignoring in the midst of his defense. He looks to his love, who has found enough courage to step beside him than hide in the privacy of his tall frame.

“Give me the keys to the car.”

Harry twists his face. “What?”

“Give me the keys,” she repeats, eyebrow shooting up for emphasis.

“What for?”

She looks to the floor, her hand still firm in his. She feels their eyes on her, but she can’t seem to figure out if it is in envy or curiosity.

“You obviously don’t want me to stay here,” she confesses, “So I’ll just go back home and you can spend this time with your family.”

The silence that follows her quiet explanation is almost like a near-death experience. She doesn’t know what will happen, but in a millisecond, it feels as if the end awaits her.

Harry chuckles. “No. Absolutely not.”

“I’ll be fine—”

“You are not spending the holidays by yourself!”

“You are not leaving,” she persists, and there he sees it: the flare of her nostrils. “This is your family, Harry.”

“And you’re my girlfriend,” he retaliates, the word ever-so loving on his tongue.

She smiles, but it is sorrow in every way. “Doesn’t nearly compare.”

“That’s not—”

“Look, we can talk about it ... we’ll talk about it next year,” she tries as a joke, but it sounds disgustingly distant. “Just give me the keys—”

“No, no,” interrupts her command, not from Harry, but from the woman who loves him more than she’s ever loved anything, alongside his sister.

The couple turn to Anne, who shakes her head at the both of them.

“No one is leaving.” Anne looks at her, whose blood freezes in circulation. “Darling ... I’m sorry about all of this. I didn’t mean for us to so clearly start on the wrong foot. It’s just...” she pauses, then reaches up to touch the side of her son’s tense face. “He’s my baby. I ... admittedly, might strive too hard over what’s best for him.”

“He’s very special to us,” Gemma adds, with a warm smile to her brother’s companion. “No matter how annoying he may be.”

“Hey...” Harry glares, but it’s with pure intentions alongside his growing grin.

“We’re not ones to assume so quickly,” Anne continues, “but I just couldn’t help myself this time. That was wrong of me, and I hope you can understand how sorry I am. If you’re still willing, I still need to go finish up the cookies. I’d love to get to know you better, putting all of this behind us, of course.”

She is speechless, to say the least. She hadn’t known how much she had wanted this approval until her offer opens up a gate of relief in her chest. “Y-Yes,” she agrees, a bit of a falter in her voice. She embarrassingly clears her throat. “Yes. That would ... be great. I um ... accept ... uh, your apology?”

She looks up to Harry, begging with her eyes to help her.

He smiles at her, kissing the top of her head with the upmost glee he’s ever had. “She’s shy.”

#honeytryst

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My Dirty Angel–reader x Yourboyfriend fanfic by devilgirl101

Author:Your boyfriend belong to @invertedmindinc/@yOurb0yfriend Also

Warning:this fanfic contains graphic Themes as suicide,stalking and sexual content noncon/con if you are tiggered by the following or you're underage do not read viewer Discretion is advised!

Chapter 1: my hell is a virtual novel nightmare/follow the light of...the tv?/hhhhuuuuhhh!?

Part:1

Hey i'm (y/n) (y/l/n) and i'm pretty sure i'm in hell well or is it limbo i can's fuckin' tell anymore i slouch at the counter resting my elbow on it as i wait for someone to either order a coffee with a complicated name or complain 'i didn't order this' 'you call this coffee' and i throw a sugar packet at 'em blah blah whatfuckingever and fuck this box stop copying what i'm thinking it dibbled out my exact thought as if to say 'fuck you you can't stop me' i give a heavy sigh of aggravation at my predicament did i fail to mention i'm dead, i'll explain exactly three mouths ago i was in a very bad place in my mind i guess you could say in life i was 'rather' depressed , disconnected , alone i felt as though i had no reason to live i was sure no one would miss me i know my brother wouldn't, my body was like it was on autopilot when i reach for my sleeping pills from the bathroom cabinet, unfortunately i wouldn't have the chance to off myself cause someone ultimately beat me to it, the only warning i got was a masked face in the mirror, it happened so fast i didn't even feel a thing, i may have been a 'tiny' bit distracted

when i awoke i was in a room i didn't recognize i gasped and scanned the bedroom in alarm, the wallpaper was white littered with little pink hearts, the closet had double doors that were a dark wood color, a midsized tv , a desk with a laptop that was also covered in hearts that definitely wasn't mine and the bed i was laying in wasn't familiar either it was purple with light purple to match the blanket i was wrapped in was a hot pink with dare i say it even more hearts i didn't have time to ponder where hell i was for the bedroom door swung open, revealing a woman i definitely definitely didn't recognize she had short dark hair a heart shaped face brown eyes a turned up nose plump lips and her body had a curvy shape to it and wearing some kind of waitress uniform that was red with white accents on the edges she had a sweet friendly smile on her face "good morning sleepy head "

"w-who are you!?"

she cast me an astonished look "are you kidding me roomie, it's me sally your roommate." putting her hands on her hips "are you feeling okay?" she asked her eyebrow rised "i-i'm not sure" i shakely answered then i noticed the oddist thing a large transparent rectanglar floating box that spelled out exactly what i said "hey what's this thing?" pointing at it as it copied me again "uh what thing?"

i pointed at it again "That thing" she look at me like i was losing my marbles i was starting to think i was , "i don't see anything, are you feeling okay?" she sounded concerned, i scratched my head unsure, what the hell was going on she took my hand pulled me to my feet

"com'on i made breakfest, you'll feel better after you eat something" as she guided me to what looked to be a living room where there was a couch a tv and a round dining table that a steaming pile of pancakes still hot the sight made my stomach growled "your welcome" she said condescendingly as she sat down fixing herself a plate i sat and proceeded to do the same may as well eat something, after the 4th or 6th pancake "i gotta get to work, you probably should too" checking her watch "huh work?" i blinked in confusion "uh yeah ? The coffee shop remember." looking very credulous at me i can only imagine how dumbfoundead my face was

"what's with you today and do not tell me you don't remember the way there either." she crossed her arms "no?" drewing invisible circles on the table with my finger "but just for fun where would i find it ?" her palm met her forehead and groaned and irritatingly explaned to me the location of said coffee shop and other places i asked as annoyed as she was explaining i was just as annoyed for asking her but each place she told me didn't sound familiar, the coffee shop was under the name 'woke up cafe'

"You all that?" she asked "i think so" pileing the new info in my head "good if you do get lost for 'fun' check your phone on map app" my phone ? I start searching my pockets for it "*sigh* it's on your nightstand" rolling her eyes "oh heh heh" scratching my head " sigh i gotta go now or i'll be late, your keys are in the bowel and remember to lock the door"

'blem' she was gone leaveing me with questions then answers, well i may as well go to this 'coffee shop' maybe i'll find someone i know there, maybe get some answers to why i'm living with this 'sally' and how am i working at this 'woke up cafe' cause i don't recall, am i suffering from amnesia is that why?

I only hoped someone anyone could tell me what's going on "sigh" oh whatever i went to retrieve 'my phone' from the nightstand the seemed to be free of any hearts till i saw a small baby one in the corner of the wood, the phone case was a light pink with black dots, well at least they're not hearts, maybe i got into one of my drunk stupors that thought 'hearts' that would explain the interior design

i shook my head questions for later i guess, sliding the phone in my pocket i felt around the other pocket for my thermos and took a sip i put it back walk back to the front door, now where did she say the keys were, oh right a bowl there near the door was a stand with a glass blue bowl it was seethough in middle laid a small set of keys after picking them up i noticed a large tag with my name and there were three keys in total the one that looked like a house key had a pink heart with the word 'home' etched in the metal

oh goody another heart i sighed again and slipped out the door

however i would not be prepared for what i would encountered outside.

The first thing i noticed as i grabbed the railing was the sky it looked off like it didn't even look like sky it was like a painter's impression of sky like a oilpainting i shook my head , did i hit my head or something, then i made the mistake of looking down, and was suddenly aware of how high i was and how low the ground looked below, how fuckin' high in the air am i ?! i turned to the door i came out of '3' followed by a dark smudge i placed my hand on the three lonely and filthy just like me ,i looked back to the ground below, maybe this just the third i hoped, i grimaced and slowly and carefully climbed down the stairs and counted from point A to point B, i took some more calming breaths and counted seven floors, oh christ on a stick why, why the 7th floors, i hate heights, am i being punished ? my feet finally met the sweet ground i gave a great sigh of relief

"ok no more fuckin' around" i pulled out 'my phone' for the directions sally told me about, hey has the grass alaways been this bright green? In fact everything else looked off as well, the colors were too vibrant, the sidwalk too perfect, the scenery too nice it was down right unnatural, maybe i'll see my doctor after this cause i think i'm loseing it more then usual as i looked at the box that won't dissipate i thought, i took a fast walking pace the walk on the sidewalk was too smooth as i took my steps, the sidewalk i remembered was jagged cracked and uneven this isn't righ- then i stumbled on one part of the concrete that wasn't quite leveled, okay that's a little better, i steadied myself, something caught my eye someone slumped against a building their back flushed the concrete wall his head and face were obscured by a dark hoodie head down giveing the impression off the air of depression his legs were sprawled out in front of him, is he alright i shook my head doesn't matter not my problem as i tried to continue walking my guilt came to bite me

(you're just gonna leave just like that he could be dying) i don't even know him or her, i was still unsure of their gender (that Should't matter ya know why don't you run into incoming traffic ya piece of shi-) i turned back not sure what i could do but i was gonna try anyway, i crouched down in front of him "hey are you alright?" his head was bobbing so i wasn't sure heard me i was about to ask again till came very shaky "i-i'm.....f-f-fine" he stuttered out his voice was so scratchy and hoarse like he hadn't spoken in years, i pulled out my thermos and held it out in front of him

"here drink this, don't worry it's just water" i waited for him to take it he shook his head "n-n-no t-thank y-y-you i-i'm f-f-fin-"

"you're not fine you sound like you were eating chalk just drink it you'll feel better, trust me" i wagged the container makeing the liquid slosh his head finally turned up at me i saw one dark blue eye widen at me "it's....you.." and something else i could't quite hear

"hmmm?" makeina a confused sound was about to ask what he said but then he took the water and chugs down every last drop wow shit he must've been more thirstier then i thought i proceeded to stand

" listen sorry to cut this short but i gotta get going"

i started turn "Wait!" he grabbed my wrist stopping me in my tracks "yes? What is it?" riseing my eyebrow at him

"w-what about y-y-your thing?" holding up the thermos and keeping his head down avoiding my gaze

"nah you keep it i got other ones" at least i hoped i did, and he looked like he needed it more then me

"y-you s-sure?"

"yeah" i tried walking away but i was being hindered

"could you um..let go now Please." he looked at his hand still clasped around my wrist "oh S—shit s-sorry" finally letting go i sighed and gave him a polite smile and i wave him goodbye

i made my way to a crosswalk where there a bus stop and i heard the wonderful sound of civilization i saw a man his back turned to me and he had a phone to his ear i absentmindedly bumped into him not paying attention he snapped around almost violently "WATCH WHERE You're going" he screeched "sorry i mean to-" i gasped and clasped my hands over my mouth at what i saw the man had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth to speak of, he didn't have a face in fact none of the people in the crowed walking ,talking and sitting at the bus stop also were faceless i started to hyperventilate "hey are you alright?" and in my panic i ran not sure where to i was so frighten that my barin just turned off i think one of 'em tried to touch my shoulder but i flinched away, oh god oh fuck i've lost it for real this time, what the hell is- "HEY LOOK OUT !!!" one of them screamed at me as i saw and heard a large bus it's lights flashing, oh god this is it, i shut my eyes and held my hands up anticipating the blow, but after a couple of minutes it never came i could't even hear the bus anymore actually i could't hear anything, not the bus,not the even the faceless people, just dead silence and my heavry breathing, i was still afraid so i slowly opened my eyes one at a time "what the hell?!" it was completely dark the bus, the street , the scenery , and the people were gone it was like somebody took all them away and left nothing but dark nothingness oh god was i haveing a episode?

"Hello is anyone there please...answer me" i called out but i was met with only more unsettling silence till i heard a very soft "Over here" I almost missed it sounded just like a child

i ran towards the direction it came from then i saw a soft glowing light that slowly got brighter the closter i got to it, was is that? When i got toe to toe to it, it took the shape of a small little girl she glowed as bright as a nightlight her eyes glowed green while the rest of her glowed a light yellow

"w-who are you?" i asked shakingly she made a sad sound and softly and sadly "you poor soul, you are trapped in a cage that's not your making, a prisoner of fate"

"what?" my voice came ghostly as she continued

"they must've caught you when you were just drifting, This truly is a unjust retribution that has been placed on your shoulders, your chances are almost none, but if i am able to reach you, there may be a possibility open to you"

yep it's official it was a long time coming but i've finally lost it

"You seem to not understand what i'm saying do you, please look upon this" with a wave of her hand a great big tv emerged from the ground

i stared at the screen not sure why all i could see was static at first but the picture slowly become clearer and clearer till i finally saw myself in my bathroom reaching inside the cabinet, oh yeah i remembered i was going to kill myself wasn't i? I watch myself take the bottle out and stared at it then the screen charged to two masked men rummaging though my stuff, are you kidding me i was being robbed "psst i think i hear someone's in there" one whispered pointing at the bathroom door, the other nodded "i got this" holding a baseball bat then quietly open the and to my horror i watched helplessly as the bat came domn on my head and (y/n) on the screen fall to the tiled floor with a thud and blood poured out of my head like a fountain

"dude i didn't tell you to kill 'em" masked man A yelled "aw shit man, let's get outta here" the screen turned back to static

all the air i had left me and my knees hit the dark ground losing the strength to stand, "i'm...am i..." as i found i had difficuly speaking as though my tongue was made of clay

"'dead' yes, i'm sorry (y/n)"

great killed in a 'breaking and entering' gone wrong and not only that on the day i planed to kill myself how ironic i can hear my mother's disappointment from here i bet my brother's just haveing a ball with this

the worst part is i had a suicide note prepared sigh what a waste of time

"am i ... is this hell?" looking back at her

"no purgatory"

"this is purgatory" i gestured around the emptiness

"no, this place is a in between of existiong and nothingness almost a dream space if you will i pulled you in so we could talk" said matter a factly

"i see...but the place i was before you pulled me in, that was purgatory?" i slowly stood up

"yes and no"

"huh?"

"There isn't just one purgatory there are infinite think of them as levels each one significantly different then the last each housing millions of souls you had the bad fortune by them"

souls? Then i remembered the faceless people and sally why did she have her's and they didn't "those people ..... is that gonna happen to me?!" oh god i felt another panic attack coming on

"no, Souls that lose their conviction their individuality become faceless they're lost themselves , so please listen to me" she took my hands into her's "they love playing sick twisted mind games they will use your pain against you so no matter how painful no matter how tragic don't forget yourself, in your pain holds your truth, it is what will keep you so no matter what don't look away,"

my mind was in a shamble of questions " who's 'they'?" i demanded

before she could answer me a ominous sound filled the nothingness like a siren then the ground shook violently like a earthquake then the whole area glowed a horrifying red

"oh no they found me!" she shook her head in dismay

"who's they, and what's happening?!" i screamed trying to keep myself steady

"there's no time, you must find the angel of death that they have enthralled in their game of torture, he is the key, you'll know him by this symbol" oh good more convoluted bullshit she waved her again and in the middle of the static of the screen appeared a misshapened heart that had a jagged line in the middle on one side black the other white and in red was the word 'yours' right in the middle as it flickered in and out on the tv

"key? key to what goddamnit, how am i supposed to find him with that !?" as i shook her but she was like a mannequin her eyes were like static they were there one sec and gone the next

"S---so-rry -----ere's n--- -ime you mu-t fin-d him" her voice came in and out like a out of tuned radio

Side note: sorry have break it into two parts

Yourboyfriend belongs to @invertedmindinc cheack her other @y0urb0yfriend

#reader x yourboyfriend #future lemons #afterlife au #reader is a grouch #yourboyfriend is a creepy sweetheart #part 1 #fanfic #invertedmindinc #y0urb0yfriend

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tonystarkficrecs · 5 years

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Hey, i hate to bother you again, but have you seen endgame yet? Also do you have any really happy fics?

I have!! I’ll be doing my best to avoid spoiling anything for anyone and I’ll make another post about it, but if/when I rec any fics containing Endgame spoilers, I’ll be using the tags #endgame and #endgame spoilers.

I’m putting the recs under a cut because this list grew really huge really fast (19 fics!!). They’re the happiest, fluffiest ones I can remember reading (and if that’s not enough, check out the fluff tag for more!).

The (Not So) Great Pretender by RayShippouUchiha

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 19,585

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

“What,” Tony says softly but with a great depth of feeling, “the actual fuck just happened?”

“I believe, Sir,” JARVIS pipes up from the phone in his pocket, an unnecessary amount of what sounds like glee in his voice, “that you’ve once again managed to maintain your closely guarded secret identity. Truly your subterfuge skills know no bounds.“

“You’re an asshole J,” Tony mutters back as he reaches up to rub at his temple. He either has a headache coming on or a blood clot. At this point he’s honestly not sure which he’d prefer.

“I did learn from the best, Sir,” JARVIS tells him sunnily.

i babysat god and he stabbed me with a fork by surveycorpsjean

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 11,395

Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Completed: Yes

If these two idiots don’t sort out their shit real soon, Loki is going to stab everyone in this room and then himself.

What I Need I Just Don’t Have by gyzym

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 2,199

Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark

Complete: Yes

If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition. (Or: Tony needs an assistant. Rhodey needs a break.)

Phil Coulson’s Case Files of the Toasterverse by scifigrl47

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 287,890 (series)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (+various other pairings)

Completed: No (most works in series completed)

Short stories from the Toasterverse, because the author gets panicky writing long form stories built around plot and has to finish something in order to function.

Phil has problems with these people. So does the Author.

Late Nights and Bare Bottoms by Shi_Toyu

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 1,947

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony stared down at the gingerbread cookies that’d been placed on the edge of the work station. It’d been the smell that’d drawn him out of his tunnel vision. He didn’t normally smell gingerbread in the middle of August. He blinked hazily, but the plate of cookies didn’t disappear. They were still warm, too, when he picked one up and bit into it.

God, and delicious. He moaned and stuffed the rest of the cookie into his mouth, already reaching for another one.

“You like them.”

Tony nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Bucky’s voice, but in a flat tone. The super soldier loomed behind his chair, hair a tangled mess and face completely blank. He was dressed in Clint’s ‘I love to rub my meat’ apron and what appeared to be nothing else.

“Uhhh… yes?”

don’t know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 11,209

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

-In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognizing his boyfriend past a mask.

No, He’s Your Son by orphan_account

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 1,420

Pairing: Gen (pre Tony Stark/Stephen Strange)

Completed: Yes

peter, on the phone: dad i forgot my homework can you drop it off in the seminar hall it’s empty don’t worry

strange: ok

strange, walking out of a portal into a hall filled with students:

peter, loudly: EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM OWES ME FIVE DOLLARS I TOLD YOU MY DAD WAS A WIZA-

may the fourth by irnan

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 1,762

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

So there’s this project Tony has been working on since he was ten years old which is only marginally less awesome than the specs for the TARDIS he totally could have built if Fury would’ve just let him had the Tesseract for a couple hours longer.

Peter Parker’s Step-By-Step Guide to Get These Two Dumbasses to Kiss Already by everythingsace

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 3,781

Pairing: James Rhodes/Tony Stark

Complete: Yes

Rhodes was on the floor, his legs pulled up beside him, and Mr. Stark was kneeling down beside him, asking questions and checking if he was okay.With the biggest heart-eyes he’d ever seen.Peter’s jaw dropped as he stared, his eyes turning to Rhodes, only to realize that he had the doe eyes, too. Not quite as bad and obvious, but holy shit.Holy shit.

Tony Stark is the Alyssa Milano by Akira_of_the_Twilight

★ ★ ★

Words: 1,388

Pairing: Peter Quill/Tony Stark

Complete: Yes

Prompt: Starkquill where somehow Drax was the first one to notice that Tony and Peter were into each other, but he’s been around humans for a while now and he understands that if you tell them things directly they’ll just do the opposite and ruin everything for everyone, so he’s going to get them together using… metaphors

“Kidnapped, enjoys space, likes your music, and can dance,” Drax listed off.

Peter grinned. “Yeah, pretty cool dude. I might actually miss him by the time we get him back to Earth.”

For a man who had been in search of a partner for as long as Drax had known him, Drax was surprised that Peter was unable to see his perfect match right before him.

Earthlings could be quite stupid sometimes.

Rocket Science by marsmaywander and orbingarrow

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 12,094

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Sleep-deprived and under-caffeinated, grad student Tony falls asleep in a conveniently empty classroom and wakes up in the middle of Bruce’s Physics 101 course. After seeing a groggy Tony fumble a simple question, actual-student Bucky offers to tutor him. In a moment of “oh no; he’s cute” panic, Tony takes him up on it. Now, in addition to his already complicated life, Tony has to figure out the answer to the incredibly messy question: “How do you look like you’re failing the class, when you literally wrote the book?”

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 6,007

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Where it was Nick Fury’s idea, but he didn’t mean it like that.

The Tongues of Men and Angels by copperbadge

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 2,369

Pairing: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Extremis has a few unexpected benefits.

Pint-Sized Parker by flyingonfeatherlesswings

★ ★ ★

Words: 3,636

Pairing: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Completed: Yes

Tony is called away from a meeting to deal with a now toddler-aged Peter Parker, who went snooping around in Stephen Strange’s spells.

carpool introductions by sapphirestark

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,401

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

“It’s - it’s nice to meet you too, Colonel Rhodes, sir. I’m Peter. Uh, Parker.”

“I heard.” Rhodey smiled. Well, teenage Tony had certainly never been this polite. “Just call me Rhodey, kid.”

“O-okay, Rhodey.” Peter’s timid smile transformed into a grin. Rhodey decided he would definitely rub that in Clint’s face the next time he claimed Rhodey wasn’t good with kids.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony interrupted from the driver’s seat. “He’s Rhodey after two minutes and you’re still calling me ’Mr Stark’?”

Angry Genius White Noise by copperbadge

★ ★ ★

Words: 520

Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Complete: Yes

One of Pepper’s favorite activities after a long day is putting on sci-fi movies and watching Tony dissect their bad science. He’ll happily spend two hours curled up against her and ranting about the flawed central plan in Armageddon and how REALLY, HE HOPES AN ASTEROID HEADS FOR EARTH, HE’LL SHOW HOLLYWOOD HOW TO REALISTICALLY AVOID AN EXTINCTION-LEVEL EVENT, DAMMIT. Pepper finds it oddly relaxing, like angry genius white noise. Add in Bruce, and she could sell tickets.

The More You Know by Nokomis

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,457

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

Peter’s first post-mission Avengers hang out goes about as well as one would expect.

home is where the science is by IntrovertedOwl

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,566

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

Tony wasn’t jealous.

The very idea was ridiculous. Laughable. Absurd.

In fact, he was pleased.

Yes, that’s what he was. Pleased. And a little smug.

But the Best of Men by lusilly

★ ★ ★

Words: 2,113

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

In which Tony introduces a fifteen-year-old boy to Steve, and Steve is touched that Tony would introduce him to his son.

(Except he’s not Tony’s son, he’s the newest Avenger, and Tony’s just completely oblivious to how parental he’s become.)

#fic rec list #fanfic #marvel #avengers #tony stark #fluff #tony/happiness

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bran-writes · 5 years

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OC Backstory Weeks Week 0: Intro

Hey guys, @yourocsbackstory is running this weekly event again! Go check her Masterpost out to get the info about it and feel free to participate if it interests you! I’ll be reblogging OC entries as well, if I see them!

This time I around I’ll use Sunny from Farm Boy Blues during the run of the event. Week 0 is the intro so here’s what I have!

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Sunny woke up in the dim light of the doctor’s office with a crushing headache and a chalky dry mouth. He’d been laying on the cot for 3 days and it wasn’t doing his back or limbs any favors. Not to mention, the doctor’s office smelled like copper and sweat.

“Doc!”

“Hold on, asshole, I’m busy!”

Sunny scoffed and tried to sit up. The first two times, he failed, but the third time was more successful, even though his chest screamed with pain. He glanced down at his stitches and grimaced through the lances of searing pain before letting out a long breath. He reached over to the blinds next to his bed and opened them, letting some sunshine in.

Staring out the window at the small desert town around the doctor’s office. It seemed pretty busy, so it must have been midday. This town was out of the way, but that was the point. The doctor usually serviced mercenaries and wounded travelers and this was the closest medical help outside Dyson City. The family who’d hauled Sunny here days ago had probably been on their way there.

Behind him, Sunny heard rubber shoes shuffling against the smooth concrete floor. He turned, hoping to see the doctor. Instead, there was a young boy- probably 8 years old. He had curly dark hair and deep brown skin. His brightly colored clothes offset his large, brown eyes. The kid stared at Sunny for a few moments before offering him a bottle of water.

“Where’s the doctor?”

“He says he can’t come right now but you gotta take these,” the kid mumbled shyly, handing him a small paper cup with two pills inside. Pain killers.

“Thanks, kid,” Sunny nodded before downing the pills. He guzzled the room temperature water while the kid stared at him. When he finished, Sunny crushed the bottle and gingerly tossed it towards the trash bin. He missed, and the kid scooped it up and made it in. “Well aren’t you a helpful employee,” Sunny smirked.

“I don’t work here,” the boy sighed.

“Oh… Then who are you?”

“A kid…”

“Ha…”

The boy laughed, which made Sunny chuckle, despite the painful protest from his chest. “I found you on the road,” the boy finally said.

“Oh, you did huh?” Sunny grimaced. “So, I guess you’re the one who called for help?”

The boy nodded, sitting in the chair next to Sunny’s bed and propping a leg up on the seat. Sunny nodded and held his hand out for the child to shake. The kid stared at it for a second before finally shaking.

“Thanks. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead,” Sunny laid back down against the rough material of the cot.

“No problem,” the boy nodded.

“You headed to Dyson City?”

“Yep. We live there. My daddy’s a writer and my mommy sells houses. We went on vacation and stopped to use the bathroom when I found you.”

“You didn’t pee on me, did you?”

The kid laughed. “No, silly.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“What’s you name, mister?” The boy asked, voice tinged with curiosity as he picked at his shoe laces.

“Sunny. Yours?”

“Manuel.”

“Nice to meet you, Manuel. Thanks for the help.”

“What happened to you?”

“Somebody shot me…”

“Duh, I know that,” Manuel rolled his eyes.

“Well then you know what happened,” Sunny winked.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yep. Like a…” Sunny trailed enough, deciding not to curse in front of somebody else’s kid. “A lot.”

“You live in Dyson City too?”

“Yes, sir! Since I was fifteen, actually,” Sunny bucked his eyebrows.

“What’s your job?”

Oh boy, Sunny thought. “Well, I’m an asset… reacquisition… contractor. Basically, I-”

“Asset means something important,” Manuel nodded. “Reacquisition means you get something?”

“Wow, that’s pretty good, kid. How old are you?”

“Seven,” Manuel sniffed and rested his chin on his knee.

“Ah, I guessed eight. You’re pretty smart.”

“I read at fourth grade reading level.”

“Is reacquisition a fourth grade word?” Sunny furrowed his eyebrows but the kid shrugged. “Well anyways, you were close, like I said. Pretty much, when somebody loses something, they hire me to go find it.”

“Were you looking for something in the desert?” Manuel scratched the bridge of his nose and sniffed again.

“Ah… No. I’d actually just quit my job. Don’t think that’s gonna last, though. Good thing I work for myself.”

Before Manuel could reply or(what Sunny thought was more likely), ask another question, two adults entered the back room of the office. They were obviously Manuel’s parents. The man wore a loose, airy blue shirt and shorts with a baseball cap while the woman wore a yellow tank top and light shorts. They glanced from Manuel to Sunny before the father sucked his teeth.

“Manuel, get out of here and stop bothering him,” he snapped his fingers.

“I’m nnnooooooot,” Manuel whined.

“Hey, sir, really,” Sunny held a hand up, wincing, “It’s fine.”

The man didn’t look too sure, and the woman furrowed her brows. “We don’t want him keeping you awake, you need to rest,” she said.

“I’ve been in and out for three days,” Sunny chuckled, “I could use some conversation. Manuel here was just keeping me company.”

“Problem is, he has a habit of asking too many questions for answers that aren’t any of his business,” the man stressed, looking at his son. Manuel, dark curls glowing in the window light, jutted his chin out in defiance.

“Hey, at least I still know my name and where I live,” Sunny winked. “We can just say he was assisting the doctor, eh Manuel?”

“Right!”

“I’m Sunny, by the way.”

“Ah, my name’s Robert and this is my wife Helena,” Robert reached out gingerly to take Sunny’s hand. Helena did the same with a warm, motherly smile.

“I appreciate you guys bringing me here,” Sunny nodded, “A lot of people would have just.. Left me or robbed me.”

“It was the right thing to do. I imagine if I was in your position I’d want someone to help me,” Helena nodded. Sunny didn’t know these people very well, but he found himself hoping that would never happen.

“Do you think whoever did this to you would still be looking for you?” Robert asked.

Sunny scoffed before clearing his throat, his chest pain flaring. “No… They’re long gone by now.”

“Should we be worried about the feds coming and asking us questions?” Helena asked with a small, knowing smile. Sunny tapped Manuel on his knee.

“Hey, these are the questions you should have been asking.”

Manuel rolled his eyes and shifted in his seat to face his parents. “Sunny’s not a criminal, he finds stuff for people.”

Helena furrowed her brow again in curiosity before Sunny explained, “I’m an Arc.”

“Ah… Say no more,” Robert held a hand out. “I had to hire one when Helena and I first got married. Your job probably takes you all over the place, huh?”

“Unfortunately,” Sunny bucked his eyebrows.

“Well, do you have family coming to pick you up, Sunny? Or should we wait until you’re better and bring you with us?” Helena asked.

“What? No, no, don’t wait. You guys have been here long enough, you should head home. And as far as family, it’s just me- other than my Mama who won’t be coming out here.”

“I get it,” Robert nodded, “my relationship with my mother isn’t the best, but I at least think she’d help me were I in your position. Are you sure you don’t want to call her?”

“Oh, she’s not my real mom, she’s more of like an unofficial adoptive mother. And she’s got other kids to worry about.”

“Ah, ok, sorry for prying,” Robert held that weathered hadn’t out again.

“Hey, no problem. Manuel, do you see my clothes anywhere?”

The kid looked around in exaggerated twists before he spotted Sunny’s clothes under the cot. He pointed to them and Sunny nodded, “Good, hand me my pants will ya?”

When he was handed the jeans, Sunny dug for his wallet, found it and produced a yellow and white card decorated with a Hawaiian flower pattern. Embossed on the front were thick black letters that read:

Keaton Investigations

“My info’s on the back there. If you ever need anything, let me know.”

Helena accepted the card, flipped it over and handed it to Robert. “New Rodeo, honey.” Manuel gasped.

“Your office isn’t too far from our house,” Robert raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah? Well the office is actually my place- I live in the loft upstairs.” Sunny briefly wondered why he’d tell strangers that, but it’s not like they wouldn’t find that out if they showed up at the address on the card anyways.

“That’s perfect,” Helena smiled, “We’d love to have you over for dinner sometime!”

“Oh, ma’am, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family like that.”

“PPpllllleeeeaaaaassseee,” Manuel begged.

How am I supposed to say no to this kid? Sunny thought.

“It wouldn’t be too much trouble at all,” Robert assured him. “We’d love it.”

Sunny considered it for a moment. In the back of his mind, he could hear Mama coaching him to get out more and spend time with normal people. Make friends and all that. “Okay, sure,” Sunny shrugged against the pain. Leave me a message at the office when you get back into town. I’ll take a few days to heal and get back to you guys.”

“Promise?” Manuel asked. Sunny nodded.

“You got it, buddy.”

“Yes!”

“Alright, we’ll be waiting to hear from you,” Helena smiled. “Get well soon.”

“It’s time for us to head back, Manuel, grab your bag and throw it in the car.”

“Yes, sir,” the boy nodded and jumped out of his chair. Before leaving the room, the kid turned back and ran to the cot. He held his hand out for a high five and Sunny obliged.

“Thanks again for the help, kid.”

“All in a day’s work,” Manuel grinned.

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I think I might have to bring back Manuel and his family in the future! This was fun, I can’t wait to continue this event!

Tag List: @writerinafury @oneleggedflamingo @carmina-solis @anomaly00 @neirawrites @lnspired-insomniac

#yourocsbackstory #writeblr #Farm Boy Blues #Character: Sunny Keaton #I love Manuel #And of course #poor Sunny

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chubbyooo · 5 years

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Blurred Lines Chapter 23 - Contacts

Hey big writing mood at the mo so here comes more chapters for y’all. After the revelation in the last chapter we’re gonna let that sit and catch up with our smuggler boi Gacen

Gacen and Ash meet their mysterious contact and Ash glares a lot

“Ok so you’re clear on the play right?” The light shined though the gap in the elevator as it slowly ticked up. Gacen didn’t answer for a couple seconds, he could feel the pit in his stomach getting more intense with every floor they passed

“yeah totally we play dumb and get as much information from them as we can, then we can consider their offer, if it helps us find Risha” when Gacen had called up the contact he was only given a location, It all felt very shady and he couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad sign. He didn’t really trust any of this but they had information on the Drayens and as far as Gacen was aware there was just Risha and him left.

“and?” they had formed a plan which Gacen had tried his best to learn, he was better at making it up as he went along but this information was too important so Ash had been put in charge of keeping him in check

“and I won’t fly off the handle with some crazy scheme that will make our intentions clear” Gacen had never been one for subtly, that could be due to his usual mild intoxication but hell if he knew. “and you’re gonna try and read them? like see true intentions or something”

Ash sighed “sort of, I’m going to try and apply my interrogation training to read subtle tells they may have. I have no idea if it will work though” Gacen didn’t even know what a tell was let alone how to detect one. Ash turned to Gacen with a concerned look on her face “hey Gacen”

“yeah?” oh god that’s the pity voice he didn’t want to get real right now

“are you ok? we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” oh that was actually alright. Gacen definitely felt very nervous about all of this but Ash was right it was better to try and fail than leave it as a what if

“yeah I’m alright, I... wanna do this it’s uh just a lot” god that sounded stupid “you know?”

Ash let out a half smile “yeah well I’m here to help regardless alright” Ash was sweet, she definitely had a rough exterior though, when Gacen first tried to shake her hand he ended up in a headlock but underneath all that she was pretty cool.

“thanks Ash and don’t worry I can always find my way out of trouble” he grinned hopefully that relieved tension. Ash had hid it pretty well but she also seemed nervous about this, guess it was a step up from smuggling and bar fights.

An awkward silence fell over the elevator as it continued to rise, what were they going to find? it couldn’t be Risha right that’d be crazy. What else though? old enemies? people from Dubrillion? Voidwolf people? no that was crazy right. He checked the elevator floor, 157, 158, 159, 160 god this was hell, every second he was in this elevator he wanted to just jump out but he couldn’t. He could totally run away go to the Nar Shaddaa undercity change his name, sell like droid parts he could be great at that, then work his way up until he was a factory manager maybe that’d be more fun than smuggling.

“GACEN” suddenly he snapped out of his weird worker daydream

“huh wha-what is it” Ash was staring at him with her signature frown

Ash pointed to the doors “the elevators here dingus” sure enough the door was open and he could see a corridor made of sleek shiny marble walls leading to a door of equal ridiculousness.

“geez this place has more blinding white colours than hoth, do you think a wampa lives here” Gacen chuckled to himself as Ash strode forward without a word, she totally thought it was funny she was just being cool. Ash strode up to the door and began looking around next to it

Ash began feeling the wall at intervals “um Ash... watcha doin”

Without turning around she said “I’m looking for a doorbell” Gacen frowned confused. He strode up to the door and knocked on it

“why not just knock?” Ash wasn’t the most well adjusted person due to her busy past but this, this was a whole new level of detached

“uhhhhhhh becaaause it��s...” Gacen raised his eyebrow at her “shut up ok” she stomped up next to him grumpily. They waited for a few more seconds before the doors slid open with an ODX droid standing there

“welcome Captain Gacen Zandar and... guest, my name is C2-J80 and may I ju-” protocol droids bored Gacen

“yeah ok jatey show me to your master if you please” Gacen tapped his foot impatiently

“well I never, very well my master is waiting through this way if you please” the droid led them into a lounge area where they saw a older gentleman mid to late 40s sitting on a big leather couch. He was wearing long red robes with rather flamboyant shoulder pads drinking some form of cocktail

Gacen leaned over to Ash “geez if I ever need a spare traffic cone I’ll call this guy” Ash glowered at Gacen and he promptly shut his mouth and jumped down onto a couch opposite the man

“welcome to my establishment Captain Gacen Zandar my name is Jadryl Waltar if you require anything of me please don’t hesitate to ask, my staff are at your disposal” he would regret that offer

“ooo well I am a bit hungry if your staff could whip up a Rancor steak with a few light deserts 8 bunches of grapes and a st-owwww” as Ash sat down next to him she pulled on his ear to stop him from speaking

Jadryl chuckled “I’m afraid we don’t have any stows.” This prick. “A joke I assume” Gacen was only half joking he was starving

“you got me sir, what I’d really like to know is why I’m here” Ash let go of his ear seemingly satisfied with the response

Jadryl sat up putting his drink down “yes well that is more than fair, I represent a part of the government of Dubrillion and this missi-” Gacen had to check this he had been told a lot different

“hold on government? I thought that was a tyrannical dictatorship” Jadryl frowned at him “not that I have a problem with that of course” Gacen looked to Ash for the all good, she was giving him an icy glare

“Your reputation certainly is accurate Captain” was that a good thing? hopefully “As I was saying this mission has been personally requested by King Actavarus III“ That fukin douche, he had tried to have Risha killed on multiple occasions, something told him that hadn’t stopped.

Gacen put his legs up on the table “and what is the mission pray tell”

“we need you to find Risha Drayen” huh well that worked out “we’re aware of your prior relationship with her and think you would have an easier time finding her” oh shit was this a setup, if they knew that this was almost certainly a trap

“um so you know who I am then?” this was bad he looked to Ash who looked equally worried

“yes the rival of the pirate lord Skavak who was in direct affiliation with the woman in question” wait what? they thought she hadn’t switched sides? “we thought our goals aligned considering you could take out the last of Skavak’s criminal empire” WHAT!!! THAT WAS HIS EMPIRE not that dick hole Skavak’s

“um could I have a quick sidebar with my” he looked at Ash for a title then they answered simultaneously

“Bodyguard”

“Advisor”

Gacen had to salvage it “she advises me on the best bodyguards it’s a totally real profession”

Jadryl looked confused “um but of course” Gacen and Ash made their way to a corridor where there didn’t seem to be any surveillance

“ok what the fuck why does he think that Skavak had the empire, THAT WAS ME” Gacen was furious even from death that asshole was stealing from him

Ash quickly covered his mouth “keep your voice down they could have cameras and we need to play ou-” Ash removed her hand away from his mouth with a look of disgust on her face “stop licking my hand you Gizka’s ass” no one could keep Gacen quiet

“I just don’t understand alright what the hell changed” Gacen hadn’t seen Skavak in 7 years why the hell was he coming up

“well let’s see if Risha wanted to disappear which we have reason to believe, she would want to protect the people close to her” Gacen was confused so Skavak and her were never close

“so?”Ash sighed heavily, holding her face in her hand

“sooo she’d want to erase any affiliation that could lead to people coming after them” what was Ash on about? he continued to frown confused at where Ash was going with this “Gacen I love you man but it’s right in front of you. Risha potentially swapped you and Skavaks role round in records to protect you from these guys” the moment of realisation finally hit Gacen

“oh” he stood there lightly shaking “I see”

“yeah” Ash noticed his shaking and held him steady “you know what this means” Ash smiled as she held his shaking form

“tha-that Risha is out there and wanted” he paused for a second “to keep me safe” Ash nodded and Gacen felt a strange sudden impulse came in for a hug

“woah um Gacen wha-what are you doing” he squeezed her tightas he felt his eyes well up “wait are you hugging me so I can’t see you crying”

Gacen speech wavered as he spoke “NO”, Ash awkwardly hugged him back for a second before letting him go

“alright let’s get back in there and get a lead” Ash stood there for a second letting him compose himself

Gacen coughed for a few seconds to ‘clear his throat’ “once we do can we totally wreck this assholes place” Ash smiled deviously and nodded “hey Jaity I’m gonna need a few Bad Motivators if you please” Gacen called out as they returned to their seat

“right away captain” the droid shuffled out of the room

“sorry about that we were discussing” Gacen paused, gotta think of a lie “business arrangements” nailed it

“I see well are you willing to accept my offer?” Gacen could squeeze more out of this guy without having to agree to anything, what did he think this was his first shady negotiation

“well first of all I’d like to get all the details and maybe an advance cause if I remember correctly Risha can be quite dangerous” Ash gave him a disapproving look, hey he was just making a bit extra money Risha would totally approve

Jadryl picked up a holopad “very well how much are we talking” hehehehe too easy

“well we’re going to need at least 3000 credits for equipment and fuel expenses if this is more of a search and less of a go one place and find her, am I correct” Jadryl nodded looking less than pleased “and I’d like 2000 as insurance just in case things don’t pan out how much is the actual pay by the way” the drinks arrived as Gacen began to quickly drink his first

“10,000 credits this is an important bounty” damn it he works for a King of course he could pay more stupid Gacen.

Gacen began his second drink “Ok let’s get some details so I know what I’m up against” Gacen put his hand in his pocket and primed a smoke grenade

“A few years ago Risha’s efforts to retake Dubrillion became worryingly organised so we sent the best bounty hunters we could find to try and bring her down but she outsmarted every one” that’s my girl Gacen thought as he began his third drink “we decided to get serious and sent the Champion of the Great Hunt but when she arrived at Risha’s last know location there was no sign of her it was like she’d vanished we figured we’d spooked her and thought that ws a win nonetheless” huh not like Rish to get spooked seemed a little odd, he armed a small sticky bomb in his pocket, he began hi fourth drink “but then we noticed in the underworld of Dubrillion there was people who seem to work for her or at least support her in a” he paused “mobilised fashion, we thought she must be still out there taking us down from the shadows so we sent out the bounty hunters again to find her but up until now nothing” Gacen cocked his pistol as he finished his fourth drink

“so you need me because I know her and how to anticipate her is that it” Gacen smiled fully aware of how drunk he was

“well that was the initial thought but after we realised who you were with your little heart to heart out there we feel you may be more useful than we realised in finding her” SHIT there were cameras there time to go

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Mecernary droids suddenly began filing into the room, Gacen swiftly threw his sticky bomb to the ceiling light and smoke to the floor, as he did he saw Ash vault over the sofa and punch one of the droids in the stomach ripping out the things wires. Jadryl quickly scurried into a room as the smoke went off and the lights went out in the room, Gacen meandered round the sofa stumbling on the edge as he did. There was a big window he’d spotted when he walked in it looked perfect for jumping out of, he couldn’t see shit though who put all this smoke in here.

“ASH??” he shouted “WHERE YOU AT” he made his way over to the wall and began shimming along it trying to find the window

“FIGHTING A DROID WHAT’S THE PLAN” he could hear the sounds of breaking machine and could only assume that she was massacring them

“COME TO ME I HAVE” he paused “A PLAN, I THINK” he shimmied further but bumped into something, it felt metal and human sized. Oh shit a droid he quickly ducked as a blaster shot singed the top of his mohawk, he quickly slid under the legs before drawing his blaster which he fumbled with and dropped on the floor. Damn it he searched on the floor until he felt it and promptly grabbed it, as he looked up he saw the droid ah shit what would he do, suddenly he saw a blue fist burst through the chest before swiftly shorting out. Ash held out her hand pulled him up off the floor

“where is this plan of yours” Ash said as she coughed through the smoke

“come one there’s a window” he could now see the illuminating city of Nar Shaddaa through the smoke, target acquired

“oh you have GOT to be kidding me” Gacen grinned as he shot the glass shattering it and began to run towards it

“come on Ash we gotta hustle” he jumped out the window and began free falling, he wasn’t really sure what came next but he’d think of something. As he began to think he felt himself suddenly stop falling followed by a pain in his back, what? he looked to see he was sitting on the back of a taxi. A rodian was screaming curses at him from the cockpit about the dent he made. He scrambled to the front “I gotta borrow you’re taxi dude don’t worry I’ll pay for it all” as soon as he said that he calmed down and let him take the wheel “get ready bud this is gonna get bumpy” Gacen swerved the taxi around and could see that Ash had just jumped out after him, cmon dude you can do this. Gacen drove to where he thought Ash would be getting closer and closer as she fell further and further, he quickly swerved into position ready to catch Ash, easy, so cool. He suddenly saw a blue blur go past the taxi, shit he was off by like 5ft he hadn’t had enough alcohol. He quickly nosedived the taxi to catch up with Ash adjusting to the right position as they got closer towards the floor he pulled up and heard a resounding wumph as Ash landed next to him. “see Ash told you I had a plan”

Ash sprawled down into the seat and responded with a quiet “what did I say about crazy schemes” her hair was everywhere as she glared at Gacen with an exasperated look. Doesn’t matter they had a lead, Champion of the Great Hunt...

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The Curious Case of the Missing Sweatshirt (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1214

Warnings: None

A/N: Here is the first one-shot of the slew of “The Curious Case of the Missing Sweatshirt.” They’ll be unlinked to each other, and with a variety of characters. I hope you all enjoy the “sweatshirt thief significant other” trope as much as I do! Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated, and I’m open to suggestions for what else you want to see. Is there any interest in angst in further parts? Angst with fluffy endings? Gif is not mine. Love you guys!

It was a peaceful Saturday morning, and I was minding my own business. The bacon was frying happily in the skillet, a waffle was nearly ready, and the hot chocolate was almost the perfect temperature. Then, of course, all hell broke loose, as it is wont to do when all is running smoothly.

“Morning, L/N,” Nat greeted me sleepily. And then all at once, the assassin came fully alert, focusing in on the hoodie I wore. “Is that… Barnes’s sweatshirt?”

“... It’s… it’s a possibility…” I turned back to the stovetop, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“How’d you get ahold of it, Y/N?” The level of suggestiveness in her tone made my face even warmer.

“... I don’t remember.” That was a lie. I most definitely remembered, in high-definition clarity, exactly how I acquired the sweatshirt.

The air was suffocating me. Ash fell in a thick blanket on the ruins around me. With a groan, I tried and failed to push myself to my feet. I realized my hand was clutched to my abdomen and lifted it to examination.

Blood. Blood was everywhere. It spilled from my stomach. It covered my hand. Its stench filled my nostrils. The last thing I remembered, our cover had been blown. We had been trying to pass as a pair of civilians on a vacation. The target was an arms dealer, selling their weapons exclusively to Hydra, and they’d found us out.

The world around me blurred in and out of focus. Suddenly, out of the ash and fire, a shape came towards me.

“Hey,” a familiar voice said, kneeling down at my side. “Hey, don’t close those eyes on me, L/N.”

“Barnes,” I coughed out.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m right here. We’re gonna get you back to the compound, and Bruce is gonna fix you up. You’re gonna be fine.” In an attempt to staunch the flow of blood, he pulled off his hoodie, balling it up and pressing it over the gaping hole. Two arms slid under me, lifting and cradling me against a broad chest. “Just hang on, ok?”

“Not sure I can do that.”

“Well, ya gotta, doll. Who else is gonna give me a hard time?”

“Sam, probably.” “I suppose you’re not wrong,” he chuckled. “Somehow I just prefer it when you do the teasing.”

“I’ll see what I can do, then.” I grinned slightly, my heavy eyelids drooping shut.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, nuh uh, doll.” Summoning all my strength, I forced my eyes open a slit. “No closing your eyes just yet.”

“But m’tired, Bucky.”

“Just a little longer, Y/N. Just hang on…” His voice faded out, and I couldn’t hold on.

Blinding, white light was all I saw at first when my eyes opened again. Slowly, they adjusted, and I realized I was in the compound’s med center. On the chair to my left was a bloodied hoodie. On the right was a dozing Bucky. Trying to push myself up, I quickly fell back, letting out a grunt of pain which put Bucky immediately on alert.

“Hey,” he said, relaxing once his brain caught up to what was going on. “How’re you feeling?”

“Just great. Y’know, I was just hoping that a building would collapse on me, so I’m doing really well now that I can check that one off the bucket list.” He grinned at that for a moment.

“You had me goin’ there for a minute, doll.”

“I must’ve if I got you to sacrifice your sweatshirt for me.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a small grin playing at the corners of his lips. “Least I can do is wash it for you.”

“Not sure it’s salvageable at this point, you don’t gotta waste your effort.”

“Bucky, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s getting blood out of clothes.”

“S’long as you promise not to scare me like that again, alright?”

“Deal.”

I had successfully got the blood out of the sweatshirt, that much was no problem. It just… never found its way back to Bucky. I couldn’t help it - it was a comfy sweatshirt, notwithstanding the hell it’d been through in saving my life. Definitely not because the man’s presence was comforting and the sweatshirt was something like an extension of that. Nope, not that.

“Well, it’d be a shame if Barnes came looking for it.” Nat paused, filling a mug with coffee and taking a sip before continuing. “Looks better on you.”

“He’s out running. I should have time to eat breakfast and change before he gets back.” I moved with my food to sit at the kitchen island across from Nat.

“Ah, so you’re being sneaky with it.”

“Not sne-- Well--” There was no plausible defense I could invent. “Ok, yes. A little bit. But that’s beside the point.” “Is it, though?” Just then, the door to the living room opened, carrying in the voice of a certain pair of super soldiers and a very noisy bird. My eyes went wide, and I looked to Nat for help.

She only laughed and said, “You’ll have to face him sooner or later. Good luck,” as she slipped out of the room. That wasn’t particularly reassuring.

“Yeah, I’ll go shower in a minute, but I’m starvin’ right now.” That was Bucky. Oh no. On the plus side, at least Sam and Steve wouldn’t also be present to tease me about it later. Subconsciously, I made myself as small as I could, hoping against all hope to go unnoticed as I ate quietly. It didn’t work. At all.

“Mornin’, doll,” he greeted cheerfully as he came into the kitchen. Act normal, you can do this.

“Hey. How was your run?” There, see? You can survive this.

“Boring. Same view as always.”

“Well that’s a shame.”

“Yeah. But I’ve got a better view now, so it’s alright.” Was he… flirting? With me? I was not prepared for this! “Is that… my sweatshirt?” Oh no. Quick! Come up with an excuse!

“Ummm... “ I looked down at it in false surprise. “Oh, I guess it is! I just got all the blood out of it last night, and I guess this morning I just grabbed a sweatshirt without looking.” That wasn’t half bad. Hopefully he bought it.

“Mmm, makes sense.” There was a glint in his eye that I hadn’t seen before. I don’t think he bought it. “Looks good on ya, doll. Maybe you should keep it.”

“See, I would but…” I trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence without incriminating myself.

“But?”

“But I promised I’d get it back to you,” I fudged, then sighed as he raised an eyebrow. “Alright, and it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

With a shrug, he turned to the fridge and pulled out the milk, in effect ignoring my admission. It wasn’t the reaction I’d been hoping for, but I didn’t really know exactly what I hoped would happen. He poured himself a bowl of cereal, and the awkward silence only got louder. Bowl in hand, he made is way to the door, pausing in the doorway.

“Keep it. Looks good on you.” His eyes were playful, but the glint in them hinted to something I couldn’t put my finger on. “I’ll see ya around, doll.”

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Unaddressed Letters - Part V

Leaving Jacksonville - part I

The night they leave is warm and quiet. End of the summer, the streets downtown are still fairly crowed after the sun goes down, Stacy has some costumers roaming around the thrift shop while Chase, just across the street, sweats in the kitchen of a Mexican restaurant, trying to leave no meat uncooked and no drink without ice.

During a brief moment of precious spare time, he checks his phone.

“Call me when you are done with the dishes, kitchen boy" reads the screen.

His heart skips a beat and he frowns. Of course she’s texting him, they are friends. They go back home together every single night after work. This is not something worth a heart-beat skipping, when the fuck is his brain going to get the memo?

He can’t continue his internal screaming - those burritos aren’t going to make themselves.

The young girl puts her phone away as an old man approaches the counter. Dark eyes, whitening short brown hair, a full goatee and about two heads taller than her. He doesn’t look scary per se, but neither does he look friendly and yet Stacy is invaded by an strange feeling of warm comfort when met by this unknown client and ponders, for a second, why. When it clicks, her hands freeze. She keeps her gaze glued on the light blue shirt she’s bagging, choking back the tears. It’s always like this, something ordinary, unimportant, pulls the trigger and the pain rushes to her eyes. She manages to snap out of it, but not without the man noticing.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?”

Fuck, even his voice is similar. She fails at smiling and looks away.

“Yes, sir, it’s just…you look a lot like...uh, my dad. Well, not a lot, it’s mostly the beard...I think…”

As she looks down, it’s impossible to deny the burn in her throat and the shaking of her hands. Not now, please, not here. Crying during working hours in a thrift shop that’s probably – totally – laundering drug money.

Well, that’s a new low.

“Did you lose him recently?” asks the man gently, prompting her to look up.

“No, I…I lost him when I was kid. He was shot…a robbery gone wrong…”

He nods, no trace of pity in his features, only compassion and understanding. Maybe he lives in town, maybe he also lost someone in the hands of the corrupted and greedy. Maybe he knows this pain too.

“I’m sorry to tell you, darling, that it won’t ever stop hurting, especially in your case, a loss so unfair, but let me tell you this…” the old man stops for a second, and then, with more conviction than Stacy has ever witnessed in her entire life “…you are strong enough to handle this and any other nonsense that life throws at you. You just gotta remember that, always."

Her phone buzzes for a long minute but she doesn’t pick up. She’s still holding her breath when he gives her the money. She wants to tell him to not worry about it, the shirt is on her, but with such a tight budget, every cent counts. All she can do is smile and thank him.

Another call. She tries her best to sound calm but Chase can tell something's wrong in the tiredness of her "hey". She explains quickly, hoping to ease his friend's mind - he's already anxious mess by default, wouldn't want to fuel it up - and after repeating at least ten times "yes, Chase, I swear I'm ok now", she sighs and then asks.

"Can we go down to the bar tonight?"

There's a second of silence. She hates drinking or, to be more precise, she hates seeing him drinking. She claims he likes it a bit too much for his own good. She continues.

"I'll hurry up and close this dumpster in a minute, and then we go straight down to Joe's, what do you say?"

He knows what his friend is doing, she's avoiding herself, avoiding the thinking, the pain and honestly, he can't blame her. He's been there, done that, and she always stayed by his side whenever he went into Emotionless Drunk Mess mode, so he has no problem returning the favor now.

"I say I'm covered in sweat, blood and other unknown bodily fluids so maybe we go home and take a shower first?"

When she laughs, he feels his heart become a little lighter.

"First of all: ew, gross; secondly: We take shower? Are you suggesting we take it together, Brody?"

And there it is, that's the Stacy he knows and loves - a teasing smart ass. This time though, he doesn't let her words fluster him - too much - and attacks back.

"Of course, Walters, we gotta do it for the environment's sake, you know? We gotta save water!"

"Oh, yeah, totally, that’s why, it has nothing to do with you dying to see me naked."

"I feel so insulted you would even dare to think that, young lady, I am a gentleman!"

"Oh, sure thing, perv. Okay, I'll finish here and meet you outside in a bit."

The smile on his face lingers all the way until he sees her walking out the store. He nods curiously at the bag on her hand. She smiles like a kid planning a prank and simply winks.

“I’m just borrowing a little something.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s called stealing, Stacy.”

She chuckles and then, as she usually does, starts a fire in his chest with just a short phrase.

“Don’t judge me, I just want to look pretty for our date.”

She’s joking, Brody, she’s fucking joking, like all friends do.

Just as they get to their stop, their bus arrives.

“This must be our lucky night” exclaims Stacy surprised. Once they are settled in their seats, she rests her head on his shoulder and grabs his hand. Chase simply does his best to not suffer a stroke.

“We have to get out of here, dude. Soon.”

“That’s the plan” stutters the young man, wishing he could sound a bit less nervous by something that they have been doing for years now.

“Yeah, I know, but we always talk about it as a goal in the future and I…I don’t know. I feel like we shouldn’t wait too long or we might end up never leave this town” mutters Stacy with a sudden grim tone.

“Don’t say that, dude, of course we are doing it,” says her friend as her grabs her chin, looking for her eyes, all awkwardness replaced by the imperative need to bring her smile back “we promised we would, didn’t we?”

She nods half-heartedly and snuggles up against him, like a lost dog hides from the rain under a frail tree. As he hugs her, bringing her closer, he whispers against her dark hair: “Let’s set a date.”

“For our wedding? Sorry, Brody, but you haven’t even proposed to me yet” she jokes dryly.

Ignoring the sudden rush of heat on his body, he replies: “No, dumbass, for our escape!”

She come out of her shelter and looks at him with a hint of excitement on her eyes.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date. Tell me when you want to leave.”

She bites her lower lip - one of her many quirks that drives him insane - and inhales slowly. As she breathes out, she answers: “End of this year. That should give us enough time to save a decent amount of money, make a good plan and maybe find a place to rent.”

“Well, end of the year it is. December 31 we are getting the fuck out of Jacksonville.”

And when he laughs, she feels the whole world become a little lighter.

More info, previous chapters, tag list AND HEADCANONS under the cut

First and foremost, I apologize for any mistakes in the chapter. This one wasn’t proof-read either and on top of that I wrote it on a rush but hopefully it’s decent ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All chapters in chronological order, here. Previous chapter, here. Next chapter, here.

SO, yes, this is a two-part chapter - truth be told, I’m only posting this now and not both parts as one since I’m quite busy and have no time to finish writing it but I still wanted to post something now as, idk, a christmas special???? whatever, I just wanted to post it, lol

Anyways, HEADCANON TIME:

* As you may have noticed in the last chapter, Chase and Stacy’s daughter - Esperanza (which, by the way, means Hope in Spanish) - has a VERY Latino name, well, that’s because my hc is that Stacy is latina! Well, half latina, her mom is latina, her dad is white and because Stacy is white-passing and her mom knew about the struggles of being a Latina woman in the US, Stacy’s parents decided to give her a very white first name, so she would have it “easier” in life. Spoiler alert: she didn’t have it easier in life. Like, at all.

* Despite that, she still has a very Latino second name - Dolores (which means Pains in Spanish *winkwink*) - that she loves just as much as she loves her Latino heritage, and that’s why she named her daughter like that - Chase 100% loves the name as well.

* This is kinda spoilerish (because I will explore this headcanon in far more depth later on the fic) but I still feel you guys should know: Before they were the best of friends, Henrik and Chase were penpals - they met through an elementary school penpal project and kept writing each other all the way until adulthood, when they finally met face to face.

* Neither Chase or Stacy had pets - or were allowed to have any - by the time they became friends, but they both love animals and started feeding a cat they always came across on their way to school. They named the cat Sam.

* Stacy is allergic to cats. She loved Sam from a distance.

* Chase knows quite a bit of Spanish Stacy taugh him. She didn’t teach him just for funsies but because she ended up getting him a job in a Mexican restaurant and the owners didn’t speak English. She was very impressed by how easy it was for him to get used to the Latino enviroment and how good he turned out to be at cooking.

* Chase knows Stacy likes her second name better than her first, but sucks at pronuncing it correctly so he only call her Dolores jokingly andsometimeswhentheyhavesex

* They weren’t each others “first”, but Stacy told Chase after they did it for the first time that she had never enjoyed sex before him (and Chase almost cried because of such huge compliment).

* Esperanza is fluent in Spanish and English and knows a bit of German thanks to Uncle Henrik. Henrik is also Esperanza’s godfather.

I have way more headcanons but all of them are incredibly spoilery, so this is all you get for now. Now let’s move on to the next chap-

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