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bethhxrmon · 5 years

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All I Ask of You Pt. 26

“Take a look at that town, take a look at how far I’ve come” - “I Can Do Better Than That” from The Last Five Years

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2,481

Summary: Everyone’s together, everyone’s happy

Warnings: None, I think I used the word fuck?

A/N: I’m super hyped for what’s coming next! All the character interactions and new ideas I’m getting are great. As always, I love hearing from you guys so please feel free to message me or send me an ask or anything at all!

The masterlist can be found in my bio so these chapters can show up in the tags!

“Okay, it’s official, there’s nothing in all of Nebraska,” Harper stated, staring out the window.

It had been hours since anyone had seen anything aside from the open road and the yellowing prairies. There wasn’t anything interesting to look at, leaving all four teenagers with nothing to do aside from find every single possible way to be the most annoying people on the planet.

Annie was trying to get through War and Peace, though she was doing better than trying. She was around two hundred pages in. Granted, that had more to do with her not sleeping than anything else. If she slept on the drive at all then she wouldn’t have been nearly as far as she was.

Harper had given up on sketching around halfway through Missouri. There were too many bumps on the interstate for them to get anything done. Not to mention that Tony had already put a cap on how many times they were allowed to cuss at the road. So naturally, they were left with nothing to do.

No one let Peter do anything except sit and sleep after he got car sick the day before, and it was for the best. Deep down, Peter had to know that, but it also meant that he couldn’t really do anything except talk about different stuff with Ned.

Meanwhile, Ned was easily having the time of his life. Sure, the drive was definitely a bore, but having everyone in that minivan was easily the best part of it. Getting the chance to go all the way across the country while seeing everything along the way was great. And he never missed a chance to point that out.

“I think if I had a dollar for everytime you said that, I’d be a trillionaire,” Tony replied, “And if it’s any consolation, we’re about to stop in Wyoming.”

Annie raised an eyebrow, “Isn’t that in Canada?”

“No, it’s above Colorado and under Montana. Definitely America,” Ned said, shaking his head.

Peter gasped, “Oh, yeah! It’s that Area 51 place that’s actually not real. Mr. Stark, are you taking us to get abducted by aliens?!”

“Are you kids being serious? First singing Wizard of Oz all the way through Kansas and now this?”

Pepper laughed, “Come on, they’re just having fun. At least, I hope so.”

“Well yeah, I might be a dumb actress, but I at least know all fifty-one states,” Annie deadpanned.

Harper smirked, “I’m telling you, Ned, we gotta dye her hair blonde!”

“Oh hell no! I might actually kill you if you do that,” she exclaimed.

Everything went oddly silent. The only thing that could be heard was the car and the faint tones of classic rock.

Annie rolled her eyes, “Come on, it’s a joke. If I don’t joke about it now then it’s gonna be a touchy subject for a really long time.”

“M-maybe it should be,” Peter said.

She shook her head, “No, because as far as the rest of the world’s concerned, I did nothing wrong. Anyways, um… what’re we getting for dinner?”

It was hard to not get worked up over the situation. Annie figured that right then was the perfect time for her to get over everything. Plus, she hadn’t thought about what she’d said. But if she could make light of it, then everyone else should have too.

They didn’t have to deal with thinking about what she’d done periodically. That by all rights, she should be getting thrown in prison or into a juvenile detention center. Or somewhere that people went when they killed someone else.

Except, what was she supposed to do if it was an accident? Wasn’t it supposed to be different since that guy was a criminal? But then she couldn’t help reminding herself that she had let him go months ago. That if she had just listened to Peter, all of that could have been figured out months ago. In a way, it really was her fault, but she didn’t know how to even begin to talk about it.

“Not sure, you do you kids feel about McDonald’s?” Tony asked.

Harper huffed, “I swear if we have to go to another fast food place, I’m gonna scream. You’re literally a billionaire. The least you can do is take us to a Denny’s or a diner or a burger place.”

“Harper… isn’t that a bit much?” Ned asked.

They shook their head, “Nah, he’s a billionaire, do you know how much money that is? Because I definitely do. And in case you didn't know, its kinda a lot."

"But you don't have to be a jerk about it," he muttered.

While Ned and Harper started to get into an argument, Peter and Annie began laughing. No one seemed to question Annie and Peter periodically using each other as pillows. Though Peter ended up sleeping on her more often than the other way around. And while Annie wasn’t about to say so in front of everyone else, she liked playing with his hair as he kept drifting off. Or feeling him leaning against her shoulder and kissing him on the forehead when no one was looking. At least, when she thought no one was looking.

“Seems they’re getting along great,” Annie said, smirking a bit as her eyes darted between the others and Peter.

Peter shook his head, “They’ve been doing this for the whole day.”

“Oh, that’s just Harper. If they’re not being a smartass then that’s when you should be worried,” she assured him as the minivan was cut off by a huge semi truck.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Tony exclaimed.

Pepper chuckled, “Language, honey.”

“What?! I’m the adult here!” he responded incredulously.

“Look, all I’m saying is that a million seconds lasts twelve years, one billion would last for almost thirty-two years, it’s fucking wild!” Harper pointed out.

Peter laughed, “So… this isn’t too crazy to you?”

“Oh, not at all. Trust me, I’d take this over walking on eggshells with my dad for months on end. This is way better,” she told him.

While they kept watching the grass and cows pass by, Peter wrapped an arm around her. There was only so much left of the day, and the sun was just starting to set.

“Awww, look at the happy couple!” Harper cried out, seeing Peter just about to kiss Annie on the cheek.

“There better not be any funny business back there,” Tony warned.

Pepper rolled her eyes, “They’re in a minivan with you, I don’t think anything would be happening.”

Annie felt her face heating up and she buried her face in the crook of Peter’s neck. Why couldn’t she just catch a few more minutes alone with him? Just enough time to curl up to him and hold him without anyone pointing it out and making a huge deal out of it.

At the same time, it was huge. She’d been wanting to be with Peter for months. And then there was that point where it was hard to tell if she liked him or Spider-Man more. She really wished that she had just gotten over her worries and just went for it earlier. It would have saved her so much time, but she couldn’t think about what would have happened if things were different. If Peter wasn’t Spider-Man and if he wasn’t as honest with her as he was being.

Maybe it was obvious that Annie was thinking about something, or Peter was just being really affectionate, but he hugged her close. It made her lean up against him and she rested her eyes for just a little. Though, all she could really remember was Peter gently playing with her hair.

“Oh, come on, she barely slept at all last night, just let her rest for a little while,” Harper pleaded.

Tony huffed, “I’d let her sleep, but we need to get into the hotel rooms.”

“Seriously? I’ll get everything for her,” they insisted.

“No, no, I’ll get it for her, I can take it super easy,” Peter said.

It was Peter shifting slightly that had woken her up. Though she kept her eyes shut for just a bit longer before opening her eyes. The last thing she wanted was Peter feeling bad for waking her up.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, “You know, you guys aren’t good at being quiet. Where are we anyways?”

“Some place in Wyoming. And it’s kinda late, so you know what that means? We gotta go get dinner!” Harper exclaimed.

“It’s more than just some place in Wyoming, it’s the state capitol! We should stay and tour around,” Ned said, getting out of the minivan to grab his luggage.

Pepper laughed, “You know, we need to get all the way over at a decent time. We can do more touristy stuff in Tahoe.”

“Yeah, besides, there’s not much to tour here anyways. Come on, what is there here?” Harper asked, gesturing around.

“Well, there’s a nice sky. Haven’t seen that in awhile. Seriously, Peter, you gotta see this,” Ned practically pulled his friend out of the minivan, Annie following right behind.

Once in the room, Harper couldn’t stop teasing Annie. Pointing out that they definitely noticed that she was constantly cuddling up to Peter. That they couldn’t understand why she hadn’t done anything sooner.

Annie pulled her brush from her suitcase, raking it through her wavy hair, “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Figured out what?”

“Why it took me so long… come on, you know that I can’t just ignore all the shit with Greg. I mean, I could for awhile. Like, until I moved away, but when I first started liking Peter, well, come on. I couldn’t just make the same mistake twice,” Annie said, yanking her brush through a rats nest that had formed in her hair.

Harper frowned, looking at the sketch they had been trying to do earlier, “You’re right… I didn’t really think about it. While you’re at it, you should probably tell Peter about your baggage.”

“You can’t be serious. It’s been over a year, and no. No don’t look at me like that. What happened with Greg and what he ended up doing wasn’t my fault,” Annie insisted, setting the brush on the nightstand.

Harper closed the book, “But he deserves to know anyways. How many things did he tell you about that he was scared of telling you?”

“But it means nothing now!” she exclaimed, sitting on the bed.

They shook their head, “It means a lot now. With Carnival running around New York. You know what he’s capable of and what he can do. Peter deserves to know too.”

“I know… but can’t it just wait? Things are already difficult, I just want a little more time with him. Well, more time for things to be as normal as they’re gonna be. Please, this is the best things have been in weeks, Harper. I’ll tell him at the cabin or wherever we’re going. It’ll matter there more anyways.”

“Fine. But if that ends up hurting you-”

“It won’t. Greg’s not even around anymore. You know that. Carnival is, but he isn’t, there's no reason for me to make a big deal of it. Especially when it won't make much difference."

Right then, there was a knock at the door. There wasn't supposed to be anything to worry about, but what if someone heard? She just wanted more time to keep things normal. However, if she had been overheard, then she wasn't so sure how that was going to work out.

Although, it was obvious that Harper did not hold the same worries that she did. When they opened the door, it was only Peter and Ned coming to get them for dinner. Which was supposed to be at an unspecified location.

Harper huffed, “I swear, if it’s McDonald’s, I might actually kill this guy. Enough said.”

It ended up with them going to a burger place in the downtown part of Cheyenne called Two Doors Down. Something which Harper was quick to voice their relief over.

“Oh, come on, some chicken nuggets never hurt anyone!” Ned protested.

They rolled their eyes, “So you say, but I even look at another chicken nugget, I’m gonna throw myself out of the minivan.”

Annie slipped an arm around Peter as they sat in the large booth, “See? Told you they like him.”

“Yeah, so Harper’s always like that?” Peter asked.

“Hey! I can hear you two talking shit!” Harper snapped.

“I thought I grounded you from cussing,” Tony said, taking his seat.

Harper grinned, “Well, actually, you said I was banned from cussing at the road. I’m cussing at my dear friends. They’re not the road.”

“We’re friends?!” Ned exclaimed.

“Um… yeah? You’re a chill dude, a um, hoot and a half if you will,” Harper replied, as Tony rolled his eyes.

The man sighed a little, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Okay, fine, Harper, you’re grounded from cussing for the rest of the night.”

“What?! This is a violation of my first amendment rights,” they scoffed before messing around with the napkin around their silverware.

Annie laughed, “Actually, it’s really not, but whatever you say, Harper.”

“No one asked you!” they snapped, crossing their arms.

When the waitress made it to their table, which was full of laughing and chaos mainly thanks to Harper. They were the first to order, getting a burger that was supposed to have a few slices of pineapple on it. Ned went for the spiciest burger that they had, asking for them to try and make it as spicy as possible. Peter asked for the burger that had avocado on it. And Annie, wanting to continue the trend of odd toppings went with a burger that had an egg on it. Getting to the adults, Tony got a blue cheese burger, also wanting to continue the odd pattern. However, Pepper unintentionally wrecked it by ordering a normal cheeseburger.

Tony shook his head, “I’m disappointed. I thought you were gonna get that tortilla burger and keep this trend of funky burgers.”

“Oh? That was supposed to be a thing? Well, sorry about that,” Pepper responded, giving a shrug.

It was easily the most relaxed things had been in Annie’s opinion, and she couldn’t help smiling a little bit as she felt Peter’s hand reach for hers under the table. Everything that had happened was still on her mind, but she couldn’t stop herself from feeling like things were falling into place. She had her closest friends and she was finally with Peter.

For just a little bit, she had a chance to really forget everything from earlier. No one knew aside from everyone at the table. And they weren’t holding anything against her. Annie knew that everything was going to get fixed. It had to.

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mercutioswriting · 5 years

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WIP1; Pt. 6

They were in a car. Andy driving, Bee sitting shotgun, Jazz, Peyton and Charlie in the back as usual. It wasn’t the van Andy drove— it was a sleek silver BMW. Andy’s hair was a thick dark brown, his soft smile wiped from his face and replaced with an annoyed frown. Peyton and Charlie were silent— they weren’t girls at all, but ghosts. Two young men wearing blue and white jerseys sat in their places, more brawn than brains. Someone held onto Jazz, who had one hand wrapped around the unknown person's and a bottle of beer in the other. The windshield was missing, but the car wasn’t moving, because they were in a gymnasium, the crowd roaring. There was no crowd. There was no car. There was no gym. There was no one.

Brown eyes opened to see nothing— nothing but black.

Andy woke up to a heart attack. Not a literal one, though it certainly felt like it. His phone was ringing loudly, and he scrambled to find it, knocking away Bee’s sleeping limbs and pulling off the blanket they shared. The phone had been on the arm of the couch, but Andy’s groggy flailing knocked it to the floor.

“Hello?” he said.

“Andy?”

“Peyton? Why are you calling me so early? Is everything okay?”

He turned to look at Bee, who was still firmly asleep. He slept like the dead, always had. Andy had a split second of fear that Bee was dead, that he’d somehow died in the night. Don’t be irrational, he told himself. Everything’s fine.

But everything was not fine. “Charlie’s missing,” Peyton said. “I mean, I don’t know if she’s missing-missing, like officially, but she’s not responding to texts or calls and I can’t get in contact with her parents and I'm freaking out because she doesn’t do this, you know? She doesn’t just ignore people, even if she’s mad at me. Do you think she’s that mad at me?”

“Take a deep breath,” Andy said calmly. No, if Charlie wasn't one to give the silent treatment, then worry was justifiable. But— “She probably just ran out of power, or her line is down.” He yawned despite trying to suppress it. “Sorry. Who else have you reached out to?”

Peyton took a shaky breath and let it out. “You were the first one I thought of. You always seem to know everything in these situations, you know? She has a brother, I think I can find his number. Should I call him?”

“Yeah, do that— it’s probably nothing,” Andy assured her. He took a deep breath of his own, trying to slow his racing heart, ignoring the part of him screaming that Charlie was dead in a ditch somewhere. The deep breath turned into another yawn. “She’ll call you back once her phone is working.”

“Thanks, Andy. You’re a sweetheart.” She hung up.

Charlie, shifting so Peyton could buckle her seatbelt. Charlie, kidnapped. Charlie, eating her lunch at school. Charlie, bloody and bruised. Andy pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to rid his dream-ridden mind of the graphic possibilities. He stood up. Thinking about it more won’t accomplish anything. Andy shook Bee awake, but Bee opened his eyes for the sole purpose of locating Andy and scowling at him, not moving a millimeter. Andy rolled his eyes as he went to make breakfast.

Andy’s mother came barreling into the kitchen, scarf flying and keys missing. Her hair was less vibrant than it once had been, but it remained a confusingly dark red-brown, a shade strangers admired and her son inherited. He had inherited few of her personality traits, one being her ease with a packed schedule. “Andy, I have a meeting— Is that Bee? Hello, Bee— so you’ll be on your own again tonight, okay? Love you lots,” she said, waving to him as she made her way out the door. The keys turned out to be in her bag, where she had put them. Just seeing her breeze through made Andy more stressed. The knuckles of his hand, clutching the refrigerator door, turned white.

“I’ll make omelettes,” said the raspy voice of a young man behind him. Bee stood where the kitchen and living room met, wrapped in a blanket. His bedhead was a lion’s mane, his borrowed pajama pants slightly too long. He seemed somewhere between a child, seeking comfort from his parents after a nightmare, and a king. King of dreams. King of nightmares. King of being two completely opposite things together.

“Sure,” Andy said, moving to the side. Why was Bee so, so, so striking recently? Andy was more used to him than his own family. Right?

The smell of cooking soon filled the kitchen, adding warmth to the crisp morning air. Annie was lured downstairs, sleepily rubbing her eyes, only to squeak with embarrassment when she saw who was at the stove. “Morning,” he said to her, as if he was often found making eggs in her house. “Omelette?”

Andy muffled a snicker. Annie loved omelettes— it was the only thing she would make other than brownies, and that was with a packaged mix. She’d be embarrassed to be seen in her flannel pajamas, but she would stay. Sure enough, she said yes, getting a plate and a glass of tea and waiting at the counter with Andy. He raised and eyebrow at her drinking hot tea from a glass. She raised her eyebrows at his doctor-and-parent-prohibited coffee, and he conceded.

“Annie, do you want spinach or broccoli in yours?” Bee said.

“Oh, um, spinach, please,” she said shyly.

“Spinach is gross,” Andy said. “You’re weird.”

Annie stuck out her tongue. “You’re weird.”

“I’m team spinach,” Bee called out without turning around.

Andy stuck out his tongue at Bee’s back. What a traitor. A phone rang— not his, Bee’s. Bee sighed, serving the omelettes onto plates and bringing them over to the counter. “Andelo, go find my phone. I’m not in the mood for talking out loud.”

“Andelo?” Annie repeated, taking a bite of her omelette.

Bee winked at her. So he wasn’t in the mood for talking out loud, but could carry on a conversation with a middle schooler. Fine. “No one goes by their legal name these days, kid. What’s yours?”

“What’s yours?” she countered.

“Classified. Top secret. Not even I know.”

“Come on, what do you put on— what’s on your driver’s license?”

“I said it’s classified, Anastasia. Eat your eggs.” He smiled— just a little tiny one— to soften the rebuttal.

“Bee, do you have Peyton’s number?”

Andy had returned to the counter, staring at the phone in his hand. Missed Call From Charlie. He’d tried calling back, but the call went straight to voicemail. Who knew Bee even had Charlie’s number? He only had about three people in his phone.

“No. Use your own phone,” Bee said. “Why?”

“She, uh, I have to call her back,” Andy said. But he couldn’t reach her by phone call, so he sent a text. Andy hoped that Peyton would see the message soon. He hoped that Charlie would be found soon. Why had she called Bee, of all people? Not one of her other friends, not Peyton, not Andy— uncooperative, apathetic Bee.

No, that wasn’t fair. They wouldn’t be friends if he was so awful. And Andy knew he wasn't being fair, but he also wanted, just for once, to be the judgmental one. He was tired, and stressed, and a million things would go wrong by the end of the day, he just knew it.

Andy told that part of himself to shut the hell up.

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“You can’t stay over two nights in a row. Your mom will think you’re running away.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Damnit, Bee—”

“Can I step up for night number two?”

They burst into laughter at Jazz’s comment, which hadn’t been intentionally suggestive, but they played it off like it had been. They posed and blew a kiss at Andy. The dark polish on their nails was mostly chipped away, and they wore no makeup today.

“Slumber party!” They said. “C’mon, Andy, please?”

“Will your parents be okay with it?”

“Will yours?”

Bee wrapped an arm around Andy’s shoulder. “Of course— this guy gets away with murder. Because no one thinks he murders anyone.”

“Are you implying I’ve committed murder?”

“Are you implying I’m implying you’ve committed murder?”

“Uh… yes?”

Bee ruffled Andy’s hair, and while Andy swatted his arm away, Jazz stole a fry off of Bee’s plate. “So, can I?”

Bee pouted. “What, they can stay and I can’t?”

Andy’s thoughts were tangled. Bee’s mother really would think he was running away if he stayed away too long. But Andy knew he had to help him. And Jazz— Jazz had once vowed never to stay the night with anyone they didn’t know well and trust completely, and to be asked meant something was up. More ‘up’ than usual, that is. Their parents? Harassment? Andy’s nuclear family rarely interfered with his life, so his often-empty house had become home base for his friends. Especially because he had been the first one to get his license. He sighed. Some of the tension left his shoulders, more a sign of defeat than relaxation. “Fine.”

Bee and Jazz cheered and toasted with fries from Andy’s plate. Damn, he knew he should’ve gotten the salad, even if it tasted gross. Randy’s Burgers was known for good burgers and fries— not anything else. Why did his friends even bother ordering their own meals?

“Well, if it isn't my favorite people in the whole wide world!”

Jazz cringed, looking for the source of the voice. Andy groaned. Bee scowled from behind a curtain of hair. Albright. He approached with three of his similarly muscular and nasty friends. The vaguely attractive blond one was Connor Delaney, the shortest of the group Greg Neduva. The third was only vaguely familiar, but he shared a resemblance to Albright. Brothers? It wasn’t that much of a resemblance. Maybe guys who played sports and acted like dicks tended to share looks as well as personalities. Or lack of them, as it were.

Would ignoring them make them go away? No. Albright dragged a chair from another table and sat down between Jazz and Andy. He wasn’t even an unusually large person, but it felt like he invaded everyone’s space simply by being next to them. His sneering cohorts remained standing. Andy scooted away from them.

“What, MacDonald? Do you not like me?” Albright placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. “Greg, get a load of this guy! Think you’re too good for us, don’tcha, Andy-man?” Andy flinched at the nickname as Neduva obligingly snickered. “Oh, I’m sorry—” Albright roughly pulled Andy to him, trapping him in a headlock. It was useless to fight back— Andy had half the muscle and none of the cruelty Albright possessed. “Only your cripple boyfriend here can call you that, can’t he?”

“Shut up,” Bee snapped.

“Ooh, touchy-touchy,” sang the one who looked like Albright.

“Trouble in paradise?” Connor Delaney cooed. “Hey, Albright, why don’t we, uh, give the lovebirds a little time to cool off. Alone.”

“Get your hands off of them,” Bee said calmly. His hand lay on the round black table, fingers relaxed. It was all Andy could see from the headlock, his fringe falling into his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry—” Albright squeezed a little tighter, only releasing Andy when he choked. “Is that better?”

Bee’s eyes remained on Albright, his face a mask of calm. The hand not on the table held Andy’s, resting on his knee, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. “Blondie, that means you too.”

Delaney raised his hands from Jazz’s shoulders in an I surrender gesture. “Hey, you’re the one complaining, not—”

“Shut up and get out of my way,” Jazz snapped, visibly shaking. The only thing they wanted to do was escape, which was the only thing they couldn’t. Delaney, right behind them, leaned over and whispered in their ear. “Nah.”

He was probably not expecting to have Jazz’s head slammed sideways into his skull. Knocking into the table and chairs, he tumbled to the sidewalk.

“Fuck you, you little bitch,” he said, rubbing his cheekbone.

Everyone was on their feet. “Fuck you,” Jazz spat at him. “Fuck all of you.” They stormed off, disappearing behind a corner.

“Bitch,” Albright muttered. Looking at Delaney’s red face, he added another word, one Andy couldn’t hear. In fact, he wasn’t sure he could hear anything. His ears were ringing.

Bee got in Albright’s face. People tended to forget, but Bee was actually quite tall. “Say that one more time and I will ensure your death is slow and painful.”

“I said—”

“Dude, we have to go, Sarah will be pissed,” the unknown one said. His gaze flickered to Bee.

“I don’t care about your fucking girlfriend, Chris,” Albright said. He was slightly deflated. There was a bruise on his jaw, Andy noticed. Peyton had left her mark.

“Well, I do. And we’re late. Let’s go,” Chris said, already walking away. Delaney and Neduva hovered awkwardly before following him.

It had turned from three against four to two against one. Albright was a dick, but he was also some part of a coward. Bee waited for his next move, an eyebrow arched.

Albright spat on the ground and walked away.

Watching him go, Andy thanked God that Albright and his friends walked the opposite direction of where Jazz had gone. Where had Jazz gone? The remnants of the food on the table had gone cold. As Bee stood glaring into the distance, Andy tidied away their things, then grabbed Bee’s hand and led him to find their friend.

“Are you okay?” Bee said. His tone was sour, but Andy knew he meant it with concern.

“I’m fine,” he said. The urge to touch his throat was squashed down.

“Found them.” Andy looked where Bee indicated to see Jazz leaning against a blank beige wall, their model’s pose guarded. Their arms were crossed and their eyes scanned for threats. Shadows from clouds and sun drifted across the sky, casting strange light across the courtyard of small restaurants and shops. Jazz’s purple hair, which Andy had assumed was intentionally messy, was the kind of unkempt one gets from stress, not style.

“They left?” Jazz said when Andy and Bee approached.

Andy nodded. Jazz stood up straight, coming away from the wall, sweeping their messy hair back unnecessarily. “I know He was just being a bag of dicks, but are you two actually like, together?”

Bee dropped Andy’s hand like it was acid. “No.”

Andy put his hands in his pockets. He knew his face was turning red. Why? “Nah, Jazz, you know I don’t, uh, I mean—” He found himself stumbling over his words. Why? Why? Why?

Waving it off, Jazz said, “No, it’s okay, I get it.” Andy wondered what exactly “it” was that Jazz understood as they walked to his car. Bee was already there, leaning against the side much like Jazz had awaited them by the ice cream parlor. A model; long limbs, defined features. He wasn't supposed to stand on one foot like that. Andy didn’t chide him as they piled into the van. I’m not his mother.

I’m not his boyfriend.

“Where to?” Andy said as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“Home,” Bee said. His grip on his seatbelt, over his heart, looked as if he was saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the window.

Who’s home? Andy wanted to say. His, of course. Bee’s father would be at his house, and Jazz… Andy had never meet Jazz’s parents. It was one of those things you never really want to bring up, one of many elephants in the room. Or in this case, the car.

Bee wasn't saying the Pledge of Allegiance. He was praying.

If you had asked him what he was praying about, he wouldn’t have given— wouldn’t have been able to give— an answer.

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nephilimwolf · 6 years

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True Love? Yeah, Right ft. Peter Pan

pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

request: yes

warning: some swearing

word count: 1.9k+

Believing in destiny was something extremely common among the inhabitants of Storybrooke, and being 'fairy tale characters' greatly enhanced that feeling. You'd never had a problem with the whole ordeal about fate and stuff, you might even go as far as to say that it comforted you in some way. It gave you the feeling that, in the end, all would be well, and it gave you and your friends something to fight for.

Growing up, the 'true love' of Snow White and Prince Charming was all you'd ever wanted. You'd imagined your prince on the white horse countless of times. He needed to be sweet and charming, but above all funny with an adventurous side.

You shook your head, shaking yourself out of your daydream, there was no time to waste. A sigh escaped your dried and salty lips as you looked at the island in the distance. It looked untouched and insanely beautiful. Luscious trees rose to the highest top of the mountain and pearly white beaches decorated the shores. Birds flew high above and as the wind blew through the leaves, the trees seemed to shake with magic. It looked like a damn postcard had come to life. If you didn't know any better, you'd consider spending your future on the island.

But you did know better. The magnificent island was home to the devil himself. He wasn't a beast, as you'd first imagined him as, Killian however, had told you differently. He wasn't a monster with red little horns who'd recklessly and bluntly shoot fireballs out of some magical staff. Oh, no, he was evil in the body of a teenager, who was sly and cunning with an army of lost boys, and the reason you were on Killian Jones' infamous Jolly Roger in the first place. Henry, one of the kindest friend you have ever had the fortune to meet was indirectly kidnapped by the one and only Peter Pan. Greg and Tamara had taking Henry, and if you were to be believe Killian and his stories, which you did, you felt a tiny bit sorry for the two. They had no idea what kind of wrath was awaiting them.

"We'll get him back, don't you worry," David said as he slung his arm over your shoulder. Snow gave you a reassuring smile as she saw that David's words were not helping easing your worries.

"We've faced tougher challenges alone, and not that we are together we can handle anything thrown our way."

You nodded your head as a you feigned a smile. David and Snow bought it, because they left you alone after that. You loved the Charmings, how could you not? They had saved your life countless of times, but that didn't mean that you shared their beliefs or unwavering optimism.

Hell no.

You were sailing straight towards your doom and you weren't about to sugarcoat that. The words 'land in sight' echoed over the deck of the ship, and with every wave that hit the wood your heart raised. It was driving you insane. You didn't understand why your nerves suddenly decided to act up. Of course you were scared, but that had never stopped you from doing what needed to be done, and it had never been this bad.

'Come on! Y/N! Pull yourself together, how bad can this rebellious teenager really be?'

You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply and with shaky hands you breathed out. Pathetic. You rolled your eyes at your own behaviour. You jumped up and tightened your belt. While flicking your dagger with your dominant hand you listened to Emma go over the plan. "Never wander off alone, don't eat anything, it could be poisonous, and do not tempt Pan." Heads turned to you at the last 'rule'.

"What?" you asked as you shrugged your shoulders. Snow gave you a pointed look. "Fine," you drawled, "I won't tempt him as long as he doesn't piss me off."

Not that you had the idea to tempt him in the first place. One snap of his fingers and who knows what weird creature you'd turn into. The white of the sand blinded your eyes, but you didn't shy away. Your grip on your dagger intensified whilst you rolled your shoulder blades. Henry was more important than the petty fear you felt surging through your veins. So you swallowed it, along with your bleak negativity. You were going to save Henry from the clutches of the infamous Peter Pan.

"Curse this stupid island," you huffed as you softly landed in the grass. You had been walking for hours through jungle, your feet ached and you didn't know for sure that it was even dark outside because the trees towered high above you and blocked your view to the sky.

David looked at the group in front of him and sighed, "Let's camp here, I think we've walked enough for today."

The energy of the group was drained, and although everyone agreed with David, they didn't want to give up their search. Every passing minute was another minute of Henry in Pan's clutches.

"I'll take first watch," you said. You might have been tired but there was no way in hell you were going to sleep with the devil lurking in the shadows. Nobody objected. They all found a place within shouting distance.

The lights went out within ten minutes, and only in the darkness and silence of the night you realised how lonely and not-sleepy-kind-tired you actually were. Yes, you were always surrounded by people who loved you and would go through hell and back for you, but more often than not, you believed they would because it was expected of them. You were heroes, for crying out loud, you couldn't leave a member of the pack behind, that's not how you rolled.

You wouldn't call it fake, because you loved Snow and David, Emma, Belle, Henry, even Killian and Regina. Your eyes cast up, and you let yourself drown in the constellations of the skies you imagined were splattered high above the tree-tops. It was just that you yearned for more, for something to catch your breath and leave you starstruck.

You shook your head as a soft chuckle escaped your lips. You sounded like a ten year old version of yourself who was hung up on 'true love'.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds. Even though you had no way to indicate the time, you knew it was your time to wake up Emma. She'd offered to take the second watch, but you couldn't bring yourself to wake the sleeping blonde. She looked peaceful and at ease for practically the first time since she'd arrived in Storybrooke and you weren't tired anyway. You knew that if you'd close your eyes now, it'd take hours for sleep to get you, which is why you'd rather stay awake than waste Emma's sleep.

Birds crooked overhead, but you'd zoned out from the sound they made hours ago. If you were to jump at every squeak you'd drive yourself insane with paranoia. Pan had no way of knowing that you were here anyway. On this island perhaps, but not on this particular spot in the middle of the jungle.

Right at that very moment, leaves rustled obnoxiously not that far from your hideout. "Great, Y/N, you've jinxed yourself," you muttered as you drew your dagger. You held your dagger in line with your body, ready to use if necessary.

Nobody had woken up, you thought to yourself, as your eyes scanned over everyone's faces.

Your head was whipping from the direction the sound came from to your hideout. Were you supposed to wake them up? But what if it was a false alarm? They'd be mad at you, even though some wouldn't show it, but then again, they would also be mad at you if it was something serious and you didn't wake them up. You let your head fall into the crook of your neck.

"Whatever," you muttered, you just said so yourself, it wasn't like Pan knew where you were.

You dusted dirt from your already stained jeans as you stood up. With shuffling feet you advanced in the direction the sound came from. Leaves cut at your skin as you pushed them aside, not thinking about the fact that they might be laced with weird poison. With every step your doubt increased. Did you really hear something or was it a trick of your imagination? It couldn't be this far into the woods, you would've never heard it at your temporary camp. Were you even going to find your way back?

You wanted to hit yourself over the head, "Stupid, stupid, stupid," you muttered as you turned around to head back.

"Lost? I could lead you back to your silly little camp if you want to, love."

You nearly jumped out of your skin as someone spoke up.

Don't let it be him, don't let it be him.

You lifted your head, and there he was, leaning against the tree whilst smirking down at you: the infamous Peter Pan.

I am so screwed.

He was handsome, if you didn't take the kidnapping, magic wielding, devil side into account. Green, luminous eyes stood out against his pale face and disheveled brown hair. The air surrounding him screamed danger, but despite everything you'd heard about him, you weren't afraid.

"What are you doing here?" you asked him while you squinted your eyes suspiciously, daring him to come closer.

He took a step forward.

You took a step back.

"I live here, love."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not daft. I mean what are you doing here."

Your little game of shuffling feet had driven you into a corner, or literally speaking, into a tree. With every advancing step of Pan, your heartbeat quickened and the grip on your dagger tightened. "Keep your distance, Pan."

"Call me Peter, love," he said, still advancing.

"Don't call me love, Pan," you said with a sarcastic smile grazing your lips.

Pan smirked, liking the little game you were playing, "I came to visit you. Haven't you heard of the term 'true love'. From the moment you stepped onto my island, I knew."

The dagger fell out of your grasp as your eyes widened, "You're joking, you're playing with me, aren't you?" You pointed your finger at him accusingly, but you hadn't estimated the distance that was left between you and him, and instead of your finger hovering in the air, it pushed into his chest.

You jerked your arm back in reflex, but Pan was way faster. He'd taken your wrist in his hand as he cocked his head to the side. "Come on now, love, don't tell me you don't feel the connection."

The intensity in his eyes made yours cast down.

The smile on his face resembled the ecstasy of someone who'd just won the lottery, and if he were right about the whole true love, you supposed he might feel that way.

Pan's voice dropped to a low whisper, "Don't you feel like you've finally found the solution to the void in your heart."

"Do you even have a heart," you pointed out.

Feigning hurt, Pan interrupted his own intense monologue, "She's got claws." Just like that, he switched back again, and you were positive that he could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest; you were standing that close.

"Oh, love, we are going to have so much fun."

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Taking the Plunge (Zoo!Boys AU)

“I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” says Genevieve as she winds lavender ribbon around the railing. She ties it in a bow and pins a spray of purple hydrangeas to it. “How are you going to get him up here with the blindfold on?” “Exit pass,” replies Jared, holding up his wrist. He’s already donned his, and he’ll put Jensen’s on when he meets him at Gate 7. He’s wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts at the moment, but he’ll change into his wedding tux in a couple hours. Until then, he’s got a ride queue and a whole catering area to decorate. “I think it’s the coolest idea ever,” says Briana. She’s putting ribbons and the “Just Married” sign on the back of the ride car. “He’s gonna love it. Just you watch.” Felicia bounds up the queue line. “I need some help down in the pavilion,” she tells them. “Jared?” Jared hands his wheel of ribbon off to Genevieve. “Be right there!” Jared jogs down the exit ramp to the pavilion. Felicia’s got a huge box of beribboned mason jars filled with lavender and white M&M’s and Jordan almonds, and a bunch of bud vases with purple and white rosebuds. “I can’t carry all these,” she says. “Help me?” “I got it,” says Jared. He hoists both boxes onto a picnic table and starts unpacking them. The two of them set each table with four mason jars and one vase. “You are so unbelievably lucky,” says Felicia. “I can’t believe you met your soulmate here at the Park.” “Well, the Zoo, technically,” says Jared with a grin. “But yeah, I never expected that I’d fall in love here. It was just a summer job up until then.” Felicia shakes her head. “Well, if you ever find another Prince Charming, send him my way, okay?” “I will,” promises Jared. “But I think Jensen’s one of a kind.” “You two are so ridiculously perfect it’s kind of disgusting,” says Felicia. She finishes placing the mason jars she could carry and comes back for more. “I want to hate you, but you’re both so nice that I can’t.” Jared chuckles. “Green is such an ugly color on you.” Felicia sighs. “Yeah, I know.” Jared places a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll find someone. You’re young, you’re beautiful, you’re funny—it’ll happen, I promise.” “I guess.” Felicia pats his hand and gathers up more mason jars. “But where am I gonna find a guy who won’t get mad when I’d rather join a WoW raid than go on a date?” “IT?” Jared raises an eyebrow. “Or maybe Amy’s replacement? Computer guys should understand.” “Do you know when Amy’s replacement starts?” “In a couple weeks, I think.” Jared grabs the last vases and moves to set them out. “I forget his name. Greg, Gibson…something with a G.” Felicia nods. She meets Jared at the last table and opens her arms for a hug. Jared gives it her and she squeezes him so tight he can hardly breathe. “I’m happy for you, Jared. Jensen’s a great guy.” Jared grins. “Yeah, he really is.” They break apart and Felicia tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “Well, we’re done here, wanna check on the queue crew?” “Sure.” Jared follows her up the exit ramp to the Fahrenheit boarding platform. Gen and Briana have done a really nice job decorating the queue line railings with ribbons and flowers. “It looks great, guys. Thanks so much.” Briana waves him off. “Not a problem. We done here?” “Looks like it,” says Jared, glancing around one more time. “I guess it’s time to go change.” Briana pats Jared’s shoulder. “Enjoy your last moments of freedom,” she tells him as she walks past him to the exit ramp. “Thanks.” Jared follows the girls down the ramp and they all head to the Season Pass Office, where they’re keeping their clothes. Jared’s volunteered his tiny office as a changing room, and the girls have piled several bags of makeup and hair stuff on his desk. There are three lavender dresses hanging on the door as well as Jared’s black tux with lavender vest and bow tie. Jensen and the groomsmen (Misha, Jeff, and Jensen’s friend Chris, who flew up from Texas) will be arriving in half an hour, with Jensen dressed and blindfolded to preserve the surprise. Jared changes first and brushes his hair before turning the office over to the girls. He paces through the GS office. His phone chimes. It’s a text from Jeff. We’re leaving the house. Be there in fifteen. 10-4, Jared sends back. See you at Gate 7. Jared taps on his office door. “I’m heading to Gate 7. See you out there.” “Okay,” Briana calls back. “Go get your boy!” Jared grins. He strolls to Gate 7, not wanting to get sweaty under the bright spring sun. It’s late April but it feels like early June. Still, it’s a lot cooler than San Antonio ever is in April. He greets the security guard in the shack, who shakes his hand and congratulates him. Jared thanks him and waits for the guys to show. Ten minutes later, Jeff, Misha, and Chris appear with a blindfolded Jensen in tow. “Hey, babe,” says Jared. Jensen’s face lights up. “Hey, Jared. I take it this crazy plan was your idea?” “Guilty as charged.” Jared takes his hand. “You’re not mad, though, right?” Jensen chuckles. “It’s kind of exciting, actually. I’m enjoying it.” Jared gives him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s go,” he says, tugging on Jensen’s hand. Jensen starts walking and Jared leads him through the park to Fahrenheit. The catering area is just a few yards from the exit queue, so they go underneath the pavilion roof to wait while the wedding party goes up to the ride platform to make the final arrangements. The guests won’t be coming for another half hour, but Jim, who’s officiating, will be there in a few minutes. “Are you nervous?” asks Jared. Jensen shakes his head. “This is the best decision I ever made,” he replies with no hesitation. “The only thing that would scare me is not being able to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jared blinks back the sudden moisture in his eyes. He squeezes Jensen’s hand and nudges his shoulder with his own. “The girls kept telling me how lucky I am. But they don’t even know the half of it. I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now.” Jensen squeezes Jared’s hand back. “Then I’m the second luckiest.” They stand in silence after that, shoulders and hips pressed together as they wait in the shade of the catering pavilion. Finally, after what seems like both too much and not enough time, Felicia appears at the end of the exit queue. “We’re ready.” “Let’s do this thing,” says Jared, tugging on Jensen’s hand. “Sounds good to me,” replies Jensen. Jared leads him up the ride queue to the boarding platform. Once they’re in place next to the ride car, Jim takes his place in front of them. The wedding party is clustered behind them, and their guests are all standing in the queue line that winds around the platform. Jared takes a deep breath and pulls Jensen’s blindfold off. Jensen takes one look at the ride car and the queue line and bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you.” He shakes his head. “Only you, Jared.” Jared frowns. “Don’t you like it?” Jensen squeezes Jared’s shoulder. “I love it. It’s totally and completely us.” Jared sighs with relief and grins. Jim opens his Bible and begins the ceremony. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles in holy matrimony. As you know, Jared and Jensen first met on the grounds here, and they’ve decided to take the plunge into their new life together both figuratively and literally.” Jensen glances over at Jared and grins. Jared grins back, barely able to contain his excitement. “Marriage can be a roller coaster ride, with plenty of ups and downs,” Jim continues. “But from what I’ve seen over the past few years, the two of you are more than ready to embark on that ride together. I have no doubt that the two of you will meet every challenge and endure every hardship with grace and class and most of all, the truest love I’ve ever seen.” Several members of the audience let out little “awww” sounds at that. “Best man, please present the rings.” Jeff steps forward and hands them their rings, which they took off the chains two days ago and gave to Jeff. They’re both displayed on a lavender pillow, which Jared accepts with exaggerated care. “Jared, do you take Jensen to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?” Jared beams. “I do.” He slides the ring onto Jensen’s finger and Jensen gives him that thousand-watt smile that Jared can never get enough of. “Jensen, do you take Jared to be your lawfully wedded husband for as long as you both shall live?” Jensen’s smile somehow gets even bigger. “I do.” He slides Jared’s ring onto his finger. “Then, by the power vested in me by the state of Pennsylvania, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom and board the ride.” Jared kisses Jensen chastely, just for show, and quickly breaks it off. He takes Jensen’s hand and pulls him toward the ride car. They climb in and the ride operator puts down the shoulder harnesses and comes to check them. She gives the high sign to the board operator and the car begins to move. The car seems to take forever to climb to the top of the massive 98º hill. Once they clear the top, Jared drops Jensen’s hand and they both cling onto the safety harnesses. “I LOVE YOU!” screams Jared as they plunge down the hill. “I LOVE YOU MORE!” Jensen shouts back as they go through the barrel roll. “I LOVE YOU INFINITY!” They both yell in unison as they crest the final hill. When the car pulls into the station, they’re both breathing hard and red-faced, and their guests applaud wildly as the car comes to an abrupt halt. The harnesses release and the two of them climb out of the car hand in hand. The applause continues once they’re back on the platform, and both Jeff and Misha clap them on the back as they walk by. The two of them stroll hand in hand down the exit queue and the photographer snaps pictures the whole way down. It’s the perfect ending to the perfect wedding ceremony. At the end of the exit queue, they kiss with all the passion and lust they couldn’t express in front of their parents and friends. And that’s the perfect beginning to their perfect new life together.

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