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artificialdaydreamer · 3 years ago

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How to Say "I Love You"

Emotions are hard to understand, conveying how one feels to the person they love is even harder.

Jon had never been good at expressing his emotions. Growing up he mostly absorbed their descriptions from books, how a character was excited for something to happen, how another was jealous of someone else. The feeling he found hardest to comprehend was love. How was it possible to be so completely devoted to another person that it shifted the way you felt about everything? He loved his parents, even now that they were gone. He loved his grandmother, but he got the feeling that the type of love written about in books was different from the emotions he was actually experiencing.

When he started dating Georgie, something he’d entirely misinterpreted when it had first happened, Jon wasn’t sure what the emotions he felt were. Was the yearning to be close to her love? The happiness to have someone he could talk with about inconsequential things? Then again, if what he felt wasn’t love, then what was? Eventually Georgie came to him, told him that while she liked Jon as a friend she didn’t think their relationship was working out. They’d broken up without much fanfare and going from dating to friends didn’t really change how they interacted with each other.

As he watched Martin sleep, his coppery curls catching the light of the rising sun, his face close enough to Jon’s that it was possible to count every freckle, Jon thought he might finally have an answer. He loved Martin, that was the only explanation for why his heart clenched whenever Martin smiled, why his cheeks flushed and his palms started to sweat from the smallest things. This was what people talked about in those books, what they yearned for with such intensity, wasn’t it?

When had he started feeling like this? When had Jon’s feelings for Martin turned to love? Was it when he’d gone into the Lonely? When Martin had started working for Peter Lukas and Jon was no longer able to see him? Earlier? How long had he loved Martin and just not realized it?

Jon lay there, thinking back to their interactions over the years. Next to him Martin started to stir, blue eyes blinking open slowly. “Morning.” Martin said with a smile.

“Good morning.” Jon tried to keep his voice from shaking as his heart pounded in time with his thoughts. I love you, I love you, I love you.

From then on it was hard to not feel overwhelmed by the love, like a wave crashing over him. Jon would be in the middle of a sentence before getting distracted by Martin, how beautiful he was, his laugh. I love you, I love you, I love you. How did people deal with these emotions?

He started to use actions instead of the words he could not say. Making sure they had enough of Martin’s favorite tea in the safehouse. I love you, I love you, I love you. Offering to cook breakfast so Martin could stay in bed a bit longer. I love you, I love you, I love you. Letting his fingers linger a bit longer than was necessary whenever they touched. I love you, I love you, I love you.

They’d decided to take a walk into town, grab some groceries, and stretch their legs, passing the field full of cows Martin stopped and cooed over them. He’d gotten out his phone to take pictures and the moment was so... normal compared to everything they’d been through that Jon started chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” Martin had asked, tearing his eyes from the cows to look at Jon in confusion.

“Nothing,” Jon took a breath, trying to burn this moment into his memory. “I just love you so much.”

There was a moment of silence where Martin just stared at him, his freckled face looking even redder thanks to the glow of the setting sun. “Wait... What?”

For a heartbeat Jon wondered if he’d said the wrong thing, although he hadn’t even meant to say it at all. He couldn’t help but question if Martin’s confession of “I really loved you” meant that those feelings were gone. Had he been the only one who worried about just what the emotions flooding through his veins meant? Was he just imagining that Martin felt the same way?

“I- I’m sorry... I didn’t mean-” Jon was floundering now, scrambling for something to say to make the situation right again. “If you don’t- I’m sorry.”

“You... Do you mean that?” Martin’s cheeks were practically scarlet, his phone now dangling precariously in one hand.

“I... Yes?” Despite the fact Jon had already come to terms with his feelings, had already said the words aloud, it felt like an entirely different thing to answer when his thoughts were in such turmoil. He didn’t know how to respond in a way that wouldn’t sound selfish, asking for affection he knew in his heart he didn’t deserve. Even if Martin did still like him there wasn’t anything that Jon could do to atone for the thing’s he had said, the things he had done, the person he’d been to have treated Martin so terribly. It was ironic, that at the time he’d swatted away such affection yet now he craved it as though he were an addict suffering from withdrawal. As though he’d been living underground and now that he’d seen sunlight he couldn’t get enough.

The expression on Martin’s face was hard to understand. Was it sadness? Pity? The books Jon had read as a child had talked about brows furrowing, lips being bitten, eyes not being met, but those individual descriptions could apply to so many emotions and Jon didn’t know what it was Martin might be feeling. It was all Jon could do to not scrunch his eyes up as Martin took a tentative step closer, then another, bridging the gap between them and effectively forcing all the air from Jon’s lungs. Then he’d swept Jon up in his arms, Jon’s face nestling into the crook of his neck. It was so warm and comfortable... It felt like Jon belonged there.

“S-sorry...” Martin gasped as they broke apart, his face still red as he seemed to examine Jon for some sort of reaction. “I should have asked first, but I- Are you okay?”

In all honesty Jon was not okay. His brain was attempting to sort out just what he was feeling, synapses firing and crossing out things like anger and disgust with only his limited knowledge of emotions to go off of. Again, the words and feeling threatened to overwhelm him with the constant pounding of I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Jon?” Martin waved a hand in front of his face and it was a real effort for Jon to pull himself out of his thoughts enough to meet Martin’s gaze. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no... I just... I wasn’t expecting- I didn’t know if-”

“Wait... Jon, did you not think I felt the same?” Martin’s eyes were wide, reflecting the setting sun.

“I, I’m not sure.” He’d spent so much time absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t actually thought of what might happen if he confessed. He hadn’t even thought about confessing. Jon realized that he’d somehow become content with just loving Martin and not telling him. He’d convinced himself that Martin was better off without him, and that there wasn’t a point in confessing.

“Jon, I’ve loved you for the past two years.” Martin’s voice was soft, his cheeks still flushed as he stared at Jon.

“What?” Jon squawked, taking a step back in surprise. Martin reached out and grabbed Jon’s hand in his own, it was so warm, so comforting.

“Well, not exactly two years...” Martin ran his free hand through his coppery curls. “Since the thing with Prentiss, when you let me stay in the Archives...”

Jon remembered those long nights they’d spent together after Martin had started living in the document storage room. At first Jon had found Martin’s presence kind of annoying, it was impossible to get some time by himself. Then he’d realized what was going on, although he couldn’t explain just how he’d known.

Martin didn’t want to be alone.

While he’d admitted during his statement that boredom had been the thing that had been the hardest to deal with, Jon suspected loneliness had also plagued him. Cut off from everyone, no internet, no phone, and it wasn’t like he could talk to Jane Prentiss. It certainly explained why Martin felt the need to check on Jon every half hour.

Once he’d realized why Martin was acting like a concerned parent he made an effort to take more breaks so they could talk. At first it had been hard to find topics for discussion, as Jon was as good with small talk as he was with emotions, but bringing up the Admiral had certainly broken the ice. After that Jon found it easier to connect with Martin, it was still somewhat awkward, but he certainly made an effort. Jon had also ended up staying in the Archives overnight a handful of times as well, partially because he had work to do and partially to keep Martin company.

It had been those nights where they’d started to connect, going out to eat so they could both eat a decent meal, talking about random things to pass the time while they struggled to fall asleep. Jon had started to get a sense of who Martin was, underneath the jumpers and tea. He was earnest and always tried his best to do whatever task Jon set for him, no matter how absurd it was. He also had a mischievous side to him and had no problem joining Tim in his pranks, although Martin was much better at keeping the pranks a secret.

It felt strange, getting to know a person through whispered conversations, over tea breaks, or at a cafe. Jon was never good with friendships, never good at telling what people wanted from him, so he’d ended up pushing everyone away. After his encounter with Mr. Spider he only became more withdrawn, survivor’s guilt eating him up inside. Martin wasn’t like the others though. Despite the fact that Jon was horrible at communicating, horrible at deciphering what emotions anyone might be feeling at any given time, Martin didn’t seem to care. He seemed to be genuinely happy to spend time with Jon, which was just as foreign a concept.

Now, despite everything that had happened in the past few years, Martin had stayed with him. An anchor in the churning waves that threatened to wash him away from everything he knew and cared about. Jon loved him for that. “I think that’s when I started to fall for you too. I didn’t- I didn’t realize at the time...”

“Oh, I definitely didn’t realize either.” Martin’s cheeks were slightly less flushed than they had been. “I think I realized it when- this is going to sound crazy...”

“You realized it when, Martin?” Jon couldn’t help but ask, smiling at the flustered look on Martin’s face.

“It... It was when I told you about lying on my CV.” Martin sighed, not daring to meet Jon’s gaze. “You, you were so mad at first but after I told you... You just started laughing and I remember looking at you and thinking ‘really? This is the man I fell in love with?’ Thankfully Tim... Tim was too distracted by everything else going on to pay attention to my hopeless crush.”

“Not so hopeless.” Jon squeezed Martin’s hand. “I knew how much I cared about you when I woke up in the hospital after my coma. Georgie was there, and I remember being sad because it was you I wanted to see.” It felt strange to say the words aloud, as though he was only understanding what had happened. He’d been thinking about it so much over the past few weeks, since he’d realized that he loved Martin, but it took saying the words aloud for him to notice. “It was funny, the months that followed, I thought it was a fitting punishment for how I’d treated you. Wanting to be close to someone and yet unable to do so. I knew I loved you a few days after we arrived here.”

“Is that why you were acting so weird?”

“Look, I... I’m not the best with emotions. I don’t get them, I don’t understand how I feel half the time. With other people it’s even harder, trying to piece together how they’re feeling based on their expression or the tone of their voice...” Since he was still holding Martin’s hand Jon couldn’t cross his arms defensively over his chest, so he settled for putting his free hand in his pocket. “This is the first time I’ve ever... I’ve ever felt something so intensely. I didn’t know what to do, how to act, now that I knew I loved you.”

“I get it, emotions are hard. Can I help?” Martin asked, his lips quirked in a small smile.

“Sure? I guess so?”

“How did you feel when I told you that I loved you?”

Jon had to think about it, he’d been so overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotions that he wasn’t sure what any of them had been. “I was... I think I was happy.”

“You think?”

“I was happy, alright?” Jon huffed. “I was also shocked, and confused... Mostly I was happy, because I loved you so much.”

“Alright, that’s good to know.” Martin took a step closer, still smiling. “How would you feel if I kissed you?”

The answer came easier this time. “Happy. I’d feel happy.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Absolutely.” Jon didn’t know what to expect from Martin kissing him. He’d kissed Georgie and while it hadn’t been unpleasant he hadn’t gotten anything from the experience. This time however, Jon could taste the remnants of whatever chapstick Martin had used, strawberry maybe? He felt how warm Martin’s lips were, despite the cold day, their heat bleeding into him. He wrapped his arms around Martin and pulled them closer, trying to memorize everything as it happened. Martin’s scent, the wool of his jumper, how fast both their hearts were beating. In his head Jon was panicking. He didn’t know what to do, or if what he was doing was the right thing to do. He attempted to understand what the emotions he felt were: happiness... amazement... and love. So much love. Was love even an emotion? He didn’t know, but it certainly overwhelmed his senses.

When they broke apart Martin was smiling and, more surprisingly, Jon was smiling back. “Let’s take it one day at a time, alright? We can work out what you might be feeling together.”

“I- I’d like that.”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

The words still rattled around in his mind, but for once they didn’t worry him. Jon might not understand love, or emotions, or why the characters in his books had behaved a certain way, but it didn’t matter. Martin loved him back, and that was more than enough for him.

I've been sitting on this fic for a year due to some personal issues, on a related note this is not betaed, I apologize for any mistakes there might be

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #tma fic #my fic

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spideythot · 5 years ago

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Consider Hypnokink where Peter gets hypnotized by something (cursed necklace he puts on/some villain/something like that) and to save him, Tony finds a way to redirect the hypnosis so Peter listens to him instead of whatever was controlling him. He initially planned to snap Peter out of it once he had control, but ends up keeping him under after finding his obedience rather... enjoyable 👀

Mm, I love this idea - I’m such a slut for any hypnokink really - so consider a rewrite of Far From Home and Endgame (aka Tony’s still around... Beck gets his hands on EDITH, breaking in and stealing it while Tony recovers from his fight with Thanos. What’s worse though is that Peter goes after Mysterio alone to get back Mr. Stark’s glasses. He’s not sure what they do - just that they’re important. He finds Mysterio’s high tech hideout. And it’s eerily easy to break in. The glasses are set aside on a laboratory table next to a laptop. Peter hesitates - something feels off - but then he grabs the glasses and escapes. He manages to make it out undetected, slipping last an angry Mysterio and all his lab techs. Peter’s on the bus in plain clothes, riding back toward Mr. Stark and hiding from Beck, when curiosity strikes. He unfolds them carefully and puts them on.

((You know that scene where EDITH comes to life in FFH? When I first saw it, hypnosis was the first thing that came to mind - cuz I’m a perv))

So the screens come to life for Peter, swirling around his eyes and there’s a bit of a welcome screen. But the swirling doesn’t stop, it intensifies. Peter’s alarm bells go off again, but he ignores them. He can’t look away - doesn’t want to look away. And the tingle of danger fades. Words fade in and out on the screens. Peter’s getting off the bus suddenly and just wandering down the street. He stops in an empty alley, and just waits. Not long though. Beck pulls up in car with tinted windows and steps out.

The commands on the screen disappear and through the haze of the mesmerizing patterns. Peter can see Mr. Beck’s face. It’s all he can see, all he wants to look at... Beck takes his chin between two fingers and grins. “Well, well,” he says, “Who knew Spidey was so cute?”

Something feels off - Peter’s eyes close and he shakes his head free from Beck’s grip. “N-no...” he manages to say.

Beck tuts and grabs Peter’s face again. The swirling patterns return full force and Peter’s trapped again. “There,” Beck says as Peter stops his struggling, “That’s a good boy.” He takes Peter by the arm then and leads him the the vehicle waiting in the alley. Peter sits still as Beck straps him into the back seat. The man gets in next to him and orders his lackeys to drive. Peter turns his head toward Beck’s voice.

The man kisses him, and through the haze in his head he gets an explosion of pleasure. He wants so badly to have his eyes close, but EDITH’s program won’t let him. He moans and whimpers when Beck pulls away.

“You want more?” The man teases.

Peter nods and whispers, “Please...”

“Give me your name, little spider,” the villain commands.

The boy hesitates - something is telling him to keep his mouth shut - but he wants more. It felt so good. And he wants to be a good boy, right? He opens his mouth, and answers with a soft, shaking breath. “Peter.”

“Peter,” Beck repeats. He kisses the boy again, a reward. Peter leans into it, parts his lips to receive Beck’s tongue. But the man pulls back again.

“Surname,” he commands.

“P-Parker...” Peter obeys reluctantly.

Beck chuckles and rewards him again, slipping his tongue into Peter’s mouth this time. He gropes the boy, cupping the bulge in his pants and rubbing hard. Peter’s body arches into the touch the boy whining into Beck’s mouth. Beck finishes their kiss and moves his lips to Peter’s throat. He marks the helpless hero, biting his neck and sucking a deep hickey to it. He drags his tongue up to Peter’s earlobe and whispers. “Such a good little boy. I’m going to make you my personal slut. Won’t you like that?”

Peter moaned again, “Uh-huh,” he agreed. His hips bucked against Beck’s palm. He was so desperate already. Beck was going to have so much fun with him. “So sensitive, so horny,” Beck teased. He opened Peter’s jeans and shoved his in them. But he only stroked Peter through his underwear. “Such a slut.” Peter squirmed and keened. His head rolled to the side, leaning on Beck’s shoulder.

“Cum,” the man ordered.

Peter’s body shook and he moaned loudly as he obeyed the command instantly. Beck grinned at the damp briefs under his hand. He kissed Peter’s cheek as the boy came down from his high. “Now, sleep for me.” Peter sighed content and his head dropped, obeying Beck again.

——

It only took a week for Tony to get Peter back - which was remarkable considering the condition he was in. When he’d heard that Peter had disappeared with Beck and EDITH, nothing could stop him from getting out of his medical bed and back into the suit. He found Peter, tied to a chair in Beck’s new hideout, wearing the glasses. Two birds, one stone. It had been a hell of a fight to get to Peter, but Tony finally had him again. He took EDITH from the boy and put them in his pocket. Peter blinked a few times, his head shaking as if he’d been asleep.

“Mr. Stark?” He asked as Tony uncuffed him from the chair. “You’re better? What’s... happening? My head feels like, so heavy...”

Tony helped the boy to his feet, ignoring his lack of clothing (kid was only in his underwear) and chalking his dizziness up to whatever Beck had done to him. They’d figure it out later. “Yeah, I’m better kid, I’m here,” he replied. “Lets get you safe and rested. Then we can process everything else.”

Peter nodded slowly and agreed with a soft grunt. He wobbled on his legs as Tony escorted him out of the hideout to a waiting ambulance. Once they were in the Avengers’ secure medical compound, Peter fell asleep halfway through his physical exam. Tony had him moved up to his own room - Peter was probably fine. Sleeping was a way of healing after all. Tony would keep an eye on him while he worked out what had happened. He needed to see what Beck had done to EDITH - and Peter.

It took a couple days of tinkering with EDITH’s programming to unlock what Beck had done... and the program he installed for Peter. Some sort of mind control. The more Tony delved into the conditioning Peter was under, the more anger bubbled inside him. He’d strangle the man if he ever got the chance again.

Tony has to reverse whatever sick perversions Beck had forced on Peter. So he went to work on his own programming. Part of him hated that it he had to subject Peter to that sort of thing - reverse brainwashing? - again. But it was for the best. Who knows what kind of triggers Beck put inside Peter’s subconscious. Tony couldn’t let the boy be vulnerable like that in the world.

He kept Peter under supervision, giving some bullshit to his aunt to keep her happy. A few days later, he approached Peter with EDITH and the modified programming. Peter’s eyes dropped to the glasses immediately and he frowned. “I know,” Tony said before the boy could protest, “I fixed them. So, I just need you to wear them for maybe an hour.”

Peter’s eyes glanced up at Tony, concerned. “I don’t... I don’t know, Mr. Stark,” he said. Of course, Peter was hesitant. He’d been under Beck’s control for quite a while. Tony didn’t even know what the boy remembered from the whole ordeal.

“Just an hour?” Peter asked. Tony stepped closer and nodded.

“You’ll be able to take them off, if you need to,” Tony assured. He handed them over. Peter took them gently and went to the couch to sit comfortably. Tony followed but didn’t sit down. Peter just stared at the glasses in his hand. Then he looked up at Tony, he opened his mouth and closed it.

Then he opened it again, “Will you... put them on me?” Peter asked slowly.

“Alright,” The man agreed. He took the glasses from Peter again, who had closed his eyes, and gently put the on the boy’s face. EDITH activated when Peter’s eyes opened again. Tony had tuned the program to start as soon as Peter’s eyes had focused under the lenses.

Peter’s body went lax as he focused on the program Tony had developed. He shivered just a little before settling on the couch. Tony decided to sit with Peter. After about 10 minutes, the boy let out a shaky breath. Tony glanced at him when Peter shifted slightly against the couch. His knee knocked against Tony’s as his legs spread open. Tony didn’t bother to move away - he wasn’t sure what stage of the programming this was - he hadn’t watched it himself obviously. EDITH and FRIDAY we’re capable if correcting the problems with simple guidance.

Tony immersed himself in some work on his phone instead of worrying about the boy next to him. Until Peter moaned softly, and his hips rolled against the couch. That... was not supposed to happen. Tony frowned and turned toward Peter, who was still squirming on the couch. His mouth hung open, as he breathed in heavily.

Tony pulled the glasses off without hesitating - which, probably was a bad idea - but he had to stop what was happening. “Peter,” Tony said to him as EDITH was removed. “Wake up!”

Peter blinked and shook his head. “Mr. Stark?” He asked, rubbing his eyes a little, “Is it done?”

“Um, for now,” Tony replied. “I’ve got some tweaks to make, it seems.”

Peter hummed and nodded in understanding. He gazed at Tony, eyes a little glazed over, pupils dilated. “I feel better,” he said with a sigh.

Tony could tell - not just by the tent in the boy’s pants. “Yeah,” The man replied, “You should take care of that.”

Peter glanced down at himself and giggled. “Yeah,” he agreed. Peter shifted slightly and began to open his pants.

“Woah!” Tony said. “Woah, stop!”

Peter glanced back up at him, hurt and confusion on his face. “But you said...”

“I meant in your room, Pete,” Tony replied, “Take care of yourself in your room.”

“Oh,” Peter said. He smiled at Tony then, his mood switching again, “I’ll go to my room.” Peter got up off the couch and dropped his pants, much to Tony’s shock, and walked toward his private quarters down the hall. It was weird, but Tony shook it off. He picked Peter’s pants up off the floor and carried them to the boy’s room. He left them outside the boy’s door, hearing him moaning in the room. Then Tony retreated to his workshop to fix his program and shove the incident from his mind.

A few hours later, Peter was still acting a little strange. He’d come down to the lab after his little relief session all smiles and sat very close to Tony. Tony was still going over program files, listening to Peter hum a quiet tune. “Hey, kiddo,” Tony said, “Still doing alright?”

“I am, Mr. Stark,” Peter replied promptly. “I feel good.”

Tony glanced at the boy, studying him carefully. Peter’s eyes looked a little glossed over, his face flushed too... but other than that, he seemed fine. “I’m working out the bugs still,” Tony informed him.

“It didn’t seemed bugged to me,” Peter replied. “You said I’d feel good if I listened, and it did. It worked.”

Tony frowned. “When did I say that?” He asked.

Peter thought for a moment. “Well, I heard you say it before... I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

Tony figured it was something EDITH had suggested to Peter in her botched programming. But he had fixed that problem, hopefully. “Here,” Tony said. He held up the glasses again. “They should work correctly this time.”

Peter’s face flushed at the sight of the glasses. He looked a little worried, but mostly excited. “Y-Yeah?” He asked. “I’ll put them on again...”

“Yeah...” Tony said. He hesitated, pulling his hand back as Peter reached out for the glasses. Peter stepped in close again, his hand gripping the frames of the glasses, and brushing over Tony’s fingers.

“Wait,” Tony said, “I should make sure it’s really going to work.”

Peter’s face fell a little but he took his hand away. Tony quickly turned back to EDITH’s code and added in some new commands and actions for Peter. Then he handed the glasses to the boy. Peter stood there for a moment, face still flushed, just staring at them. Finally, he took them over to the lounge sofa Tony had in the workshop and put them on after flopping back against the cushions.

Tony watched him as the trance took over and then decided to give Peter some privacy. He’d need it after all. Tony put the workshop on lockdown and returned to his room for the evening. Peter would most likely be sleeping in the shop.

But Tony was woken shortly after slipping into bed by another body being pressed up against his. Peter wormed his way under the covers and fell asleep next to Tony. He was still wearing the glasses, so Tony took them off and let the boy sleep next to him. Though the distance between them on the bed didn’t last. Peter ended up clinging to Tony in the middle of the night.

In the morning, Peter rolled himself over and stretched. He yawned loudly and sat up next to Tony before he finally realized where he was. He saw Tony lying next to him, tapping away at something on his phone. “Mr. Stark!” He cried out, nearly toppling off the bed. “Oh my god!”

“Pete,” Tony said. He got up off the bed and walked around to where the boy was on the floor. “Relax, kiddo, you’re okay.”

Peter rubbed his head and stared up at Tony. “I must’ve... been sleep walking? I was dreaming so vividly,” Peter said.

“Yeah?”

Peter nodded. He took Tony’s outstretched hand and the man pulled him to his feet. “Yeah,” he said softly as his eyes met Tony’s. Then Peter blushed hard, his eyes darting away.

“Tell me about it,” Tony said. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched Peter carefully. Peter turned an even deeper shade of red and he babbled out a little bit of nonsense. He covered his mouth but it spilled out anyway.

“W- well, we were down in the lab,” Peter began, “And after you gave me the glasses again to fix me, you started making me feel so good. And telling me all kinds of... really hot things. How much you want to bend me over and make me beg on my hands and knees. You said I was your good boy and I... wanted to be. Yours. To let you do anything to me. You could own me... and I’d be okay with that. I-I was okay with it.

T-then... when we were done, I just wanted to be close to you. So I guess I came up to sleep with you... next to you.” Peter took a deep breath and stared at Tony. “I don’t know why I said all of that...” he whispered.

Tony grinned. He had control now. Because his program worked. He’d put Peter back to normal eventually - well he’d keep a few triggers, to have fun with Peter in the future too.

“Because you’re my good boy,” the man replied.

Peter’s eyes widened and then they glazed over. “I am your good boy...” he moaned softly.

Tony beckoned Peter closet and the boy moved in toward the man. He stared up at Tony, cheeks dusty pink. Tony leaned in and kissed Peter. Just a little fun with him, Tony thought to himself, then he’d let Peter’s mind go back to normal. They’d just play occasionally; Peter would enjoy himself either way - Tony would see to that.

#starker #peter x tony #requests #au #peter x mysterio #nff #hypnokink #mind control

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living-dead-parker · 5 years ago

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Reconcile - P.P

Summary: Two years have passed, how will life move on? Pt. 2 to Cheater.

Warnings: cussing I think, slight angst, slight happy ending I guess, maybe some errors but tbh I'm not sure. (I honestly did not feel this one as much, but it’s better than what I’ve tried writing)

Word Count: 2.2k

Not seeing Peter was an easy task. So easy, in fact, that you hadn't heard from or about him for two years. Despite still living in the tower and still being in New York. As far as you know, he still goes to the tower for Avengers stuff and he's there quite a bit. You're glad you don't have to see him. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Well, not exactly. Not at first, at least. Peter still plagued your thoughts for about three months after the breakup. You were left with a hole in your chest and you never thought anything could fill it. Admittedly, you still feel that way, but slowly, the hole began to repair itself. You learned to grow and heal from the trauma and that was good. So much so, that when Tony walked into the lab one day to tell you that he forgave Peter for what happened, you didn't react.

Sure, it felt weird and you kind of didn't want to hear it, but for the most part, you stayed neutral. Your dad is his own person and he had a close relationship with Peter. You can't take that away from him just like he never could take the pain you felt away from you. So, you told him it was fine because it genuinely was. Every once in a while, Tony would tell you something about Peter and you'd just stay silent, not bothering to further that conversation. Instead, you'd change the subject.

So for two years, you managed to avoid Peter. In that time, you also managed to put yourself back out there. You're young, you realized, and there's no rush to find a life partner. You still have your whole life to find your true love and maybe right now isn't the right time to find love. That meant, you began to just date casually. Mess around with some people, have flings, get into some totally not serious relationships and just make some new friends. It all seemed to go well for you. It helped you move on from Peter, it got you out of the house more, and you weren't as lonely nowadays. It didn't give you the chance to sulk and worry about what life may turn out to be for you.

Which brings you to now. Standing in the lab, bent over a bench to work on a project to further assist the Avengers. A set of hands on each side of you as your current friend with certain benefits stands behind you. His head rested on your right shoulder and his lips lightly pressed to your neck. You giggle when he blows a breath into you, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path.

"Connor," you whine as he does it again. You grab his hands in yours, standing up straight and turning around to face him. His warm brown eyes gazing deeply into your own. His black hair messily strewn about and perfectly framing his face. He wraps his arms around your waist and gently pulls you into him. "I have work to do," you tell him as he bends down a little, his forehead resting on yours. You press your nose to his and his lips ghost yours. "I'm almost done for the day," you tell him, feeling your lips lightly brush against his.

He presses his lips against yours, pulling you into a soft kiss. You're quick to kiss back, enjoying the way his lips feel against yours. Your hands move up to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft hair. He presses himself closer to you until you're flush against him.

"Hey, Mr. Stark-" an all too familiar voice speaks out, making you pull away from Connor. When you turn to look at the culprit, you see Peter standing in the middle of the room, shock written on his face. "Oh, hi Y/N."

Out of sight, out of mind? Doesn't work when the person isn't out of sight. Though, you're not sure if he ever really left your mind.

You turn to look at Connor, seeing him look over at Peter with confusion. Connor winds up grabbing you by the hips, pulling you closer to his side. That reminded you why you choose to do casual dating. Because exclusivity tends to lead to jealousy and that's the last thing you want at the moment. So, you tear yourself from Connor's side, stepping away from him.

"Connor, this is Peter," you state, pointing a hand at Peter. "Peter, this is my friend, Connor."

"Friend?" Connor asks as he moves closer to you. "Really Y/N?"

"Yeah," you state, not really wanting to put up with his bull at the moment. "We agreed, friends. I don't see why it's such a shock to you," you continue as you move around the lab again, grabbing some various items needed for what you're working on.

"I thought we were, like, dating," Connor states.

"Um, no," you tell him rather bluntly. "We never agreed to that," you confirm.

Connor sighs, rolling his eyes. "Whatever," he grumbles. "If that's the case, call me when you're not being all weird."

Connor leaves the room without another word, not even hugging you or anything. Instead, he pushes his shoulder into Peter's side and leaves like nothing. You sigh loudly, leaning against a cabinet, hand on your face as you rub your temples. When you look up, though, Peter is still there. He's looking at you, taking in every inch of you.

"Sorry about him," you apologize, moving off the cabinet and grabbing what you needed. Peter just shakes his head, not sure what to say. "He thinks there's more, but he's just a friend that I occasionally kiss," you continue. Once the words are out, however, you find yourself scrunching your face. Not sure why you're telling him that. "Uh, what are you looking for?"

Peter shakes his head, "Right," he states. "I was looking for Mr. Stark, needed to talk to him about something. Do you know where he is?"

"SI board meeting," you state as you move over towards the bench you were initially working at. "Won't be back for another three hours," you continue before looking back up at Peter. "That all?"

Peter's silent for a few seconds, taking you in again. You've changed a bit over the past two years. You're more open, you're physically different and you're also very guarded, despite being so open. "Yeah, it's not really something you can help me with."

Normally, you'd leave it at that. Especially because it's Peter. You don't really want to be talking to him. You just want him to leave and never see you again. That's what your mind is trying to tell you. However, the heat in your chest says otherwise. Spite is a dangerous thing. "Oh really?" you ask regretfully, though nothing in your eyes or your stance says regret. If anything, it's confidence, it's arrogance even. A challenging grin. "Try me."

Peter smiles at that. Albeit, a confused and very dazed smile. One that says he's not sure what to do in this situation. Does he leave? Tell her is strictly for Tony's ears? Does he stay and ask her for help? He sighs, shaking his head at how ridiculous he's being. If anyone is capable of updating his suit, it's you.

"I've been having problems getting the Iron Spider suit to come to me on command," he states, rolling the suit in on a desk chair he'd propped it on. The sight alone makes you giggle. How he remains to be a goof is beyond you but you sure are getting a kick from it. "At first it wasn't that big a deal because I didn't need it as bad. However, I got grazed by a bullet just a few days ago and it's become dangerous. It's almost unresponsive."

You take a second to process every word, trying to filter out what it could and could not be. Then, you walk over to the suit, taking in its appearance. You inspect every dent, every scratch, everything. You're the most capable of fixing its problems because you're the one that designed it and basically created it. Then, you command it to move and it lags a bit. You go through a process of inspection of the suit before connecting it to its software, checking every little detail.

Peter's stuck in a trance, watching your every move as you work expertly to fix the suit. He can't help but stare at the way you lightly scrape over every crevice, every groove. How you put all your concentration into your work. Then, he's reminded of why he ever liked you to begin with. Why he ever looked at you like you put the moon and the stars in the sky. He's reminded of why he liked you so much and he feels that familiar pang in his chest. That of regret, sadness, anger, disappointment. Because he messed up and he lost the best thing to ever happen to him.

"...Alright, so it seems the problem is just a calibration thing. However, this quick update prevents that from ever happening once it's recalibrated," you state as you watch the update bar reach 50 percent. "After that it sh-"

"I'm sorry," Peter chimed in loudly, causing you to stop your rambling, giving him a confused smile. Slowly, it turns into a frown, confusion plaguing every thought. "I know it's late and I know maybe it's the last thing you want to hear after two years of not seeing each other. Of ignoring each other, but I really am sorry."

"Peter," you mumble softly, he almost doesn't hear it. It sounds so broken and Peter wishes he'd never have to hear that again. However, you're quick to clear your throat, shaking your head as you look away from Peter. "Maybe we should just leave it-"

"I'm not going to just leave it," Peter responds, not wanting to be rejected again. Not this time. "I need you to hear me, please," he states as he reaches over, grabbing your arm. The contact manages to make you turn to look at him. He looks so determined to get you to listen to him.

"Fine," you respond, nodding at him to continue.

"I really am sorry about what happened," he states. "I've had time to think and life without you is so bland. Even when we were just friends you made my life so interesting, so fulfilling and I hate that it took me losing you to realize that. It shouldn't have taken me losing you to realize it. I'm not going to ask you to take me back because it's far too late and even if it wasn't, it wouldn't be right.

"I was so shitty to you. You were right, by the way. I hurt you and I should've just accepted that. Not fight it, because that only made things worse. I still strongly believe that I didn't mean to hurt you. But I did hurt you and there's no excusing it or anything. I've accepted it and I want to ask for your forgiveness. For making you feel like your feelings weren't valid. For hurting you. For cheating on you. For betraying your trust. For all of it."

The tension is thick as you stare at Peter with a pained look. Your eyes will soon betray you, feeling them begin to moisten up a bit. Your lip trembles a bit and you have to bite it to keep from giving yourself away. You stand up, attempting to swallow the knot in your throat.

"I regret it all," he adds his own voice breaking. "I regret ever having slept with her, having broken your heart. I regret making you feel like your feelings don't matter. I regret losing you, I regret ever letting myself get to a place where you weren't the first thought in my mind. If I could redo it all, I would. I would, over and over until I get it right. Because you're worth it all. Even if we're only friends. I just need you back in my life."

Again, you're silent, feeling a little confused about your feelings. Then finally, you articulate your thoughts into a cohesive phrase. "I can forgive," you state, nodding at Peter. "But I cannot forget," you continue as you approach Peter. "I don't think I can ever go back to how we were, because there's too much hurt and mistrust there. But I do know that I miss you. I miss being friends. If we were meant to be, we'd be together still, but we're just not meant for each other. But I do know there's room for friendship."

Peter nods, accepting that at least. Sure, he wishes there could be more, but he knew there's no going back to that. He's fine with it, though. Because having you in his life as a friend is better than not having you in his life at all. It's not what he wants, and if it were up to him, you'd be his again and he'd do everything to not mess it up. But it's not up to him, and you call the shots. So he settles, happy to have you back in his life again.

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heartofholland · 5 years ago

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bitter - p.p.

summary: you worked your whole life for this, and peter parker took it away without a single second thought.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a bit of swearing but for comedic effect i swear

authors note: this is my first (and most likely last) time writing. if its not good blame my C in english <3. this idea randomly came to me in the middle of the night and i though i’d give it a shot. shoutout @hollanderheart for not only motivating me to write and post this but also being my own personal hype woman at all times. enjoy!!

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You had never had a solid reason to hate Peter Parker. He was smart, quiet, and always kind to you and everyone around him. You thought he was a nice boy, and never had a problem with him. Until now.

Until Peter fucking Parker stole your internship.

The news was initially broken to you through hallway gossip. Not believing the story, you went straight to the only person who you knew wouldn’t feed you bullshit, MJ.

“Did Peter get the Stark internship?” You practically screamed. MJ turned, stunned from your sudden close proximity and your wide, questioning eyes. Closing her locker after grabbing the books she needed for her next class, she answered, “Yeah, he’s had it for like a week, why?”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Your back hit the lockers and you rubbed your face in frustration.

“Well, I didn’t know you were so invested in Peter’s business all the sudden,” she quipped, not realizing you weren’t in the mood based on the death glare you returned.

“You realize I’ve been working on getting that internship for like, my whole life right?” You scoffed and let your head fall back and hit the locker.

“It must’ve slipped my mind, my bad.” she replied coolly.

You groaned, “I can’t believe Peter Parker just destroyed my future.”

“I’m gonna sit this breakdown out, I have to study for my Calc test.” She gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before making her way to the library.

There you stayed, leaning on the lockers frozen with solitude, or was it anger? You couldn’t quite tell.

The rest of the morning passes with a breeze, just going through the motions of your daily routine without even thinking. Everything just felt numb. The final bell rang, allowing you to get away from the possibility of making any contact with Peter. The hatred you held for that boy was unimaginable.

The internship at hand was a once in a lifetime experience. The September Foundation Internship. One high school junior, hand picked by Tony Stark himself, was hired to work alongside the mastermind for an entire year. Rumors claim that if you’re cool enough, he lets you try on the suit. Others claim that if you stay late enough, you can see the Avengers in their daily lives. But no one has ever been able to verify them. Now meeting the Avengers would be cool and all but that's not why you wanted this internship. By featuring this on your applications, it was basically one way ticket to acceptance.

To any school. Anywhere.

Though your resume may be long winded, having the internship on there puts you ahead of any other student there. And if you were trying to get into MIT, it definitely wouldn’t hurt to be friends with an alumni. A very prevalent alumni who donates large sums of money each year.

What irked you the most was that you didn’t even get a letter of rejection. You had to find out through gossip. Like really? How long does it take to write an email?

Hey sorry you sucked so much that you didn’t get the internship. Better luck next time!

XOXO Iron Man :)

Sure, Peter Parker was a hard worker with a big brain but there was no way he was more qualified for that job. You had hundreds of hours of community service, a spotless report card, professional relationships with many prominent authoritative figures, and you participated in extracurriculars that Peter hadn’t even heard of. So how did he get in over you? Sure he has marching band, academic decathlon and robotics but in no way could that ever put you a step above him. It’s not like he’s some sort of superhero saving lives.

The fact that you couldn’t come up with a single thing that could make him stand out over you annoyed you to no end. The internal conflict occupied your brain for almost a week until you decided to confront Peter.

You spotted him in the cafeteria, laughing with Ned acting like he did absolutely nothing wrong.

Oh boy did he have it coming.

“So how’d you do it?” you accused, slamming your lunch tray down and sitting down across from him. Ned scootched away suddenly uncomfortable with your closeness and accusatory voice. Since becoming official with Betty, he knew how women’s emotions worked (to an extent) and he knew that tone did not mean sunshine and rainbows.

“W-What are you talking about?” he squeaked, confusion written all over his face. His eyes bouncing all over your features as if it would help predict what you were going to say to him.

“The September Foundation Internship,” you started with a calmer tone, “How’d you beat out all 5000 candidates, including yours truly?” You smiled innocently, but Peter knew that look meant anything but.

He looked around for a second, coming up with absolutely any excuse to satisfy your jealousy, “I did- I didn’t ask Mr. Stark so- so I really don’t know.” He turned to Ned widening his eyes as if sending a telepathic call for help. Ned frantically shook his head, not wanting any part of his problem. He deals with enough angry teenage girls as it is, he wouldn’t voluntarily put up with any more than he needed.

Peter panicked, spouting out the first thing that came to mind, “Well in my application I-I mentioned that I like to build LEGOS, so I guess Mr. Stark assumed I’m good with my hands?” uncertainty prevalent in his voice. He visibly winced at that poor excuse of reasoning.

You were surprised, “Oh, ok. Thanks Peter,” getting up to move towards your typical spot in the cafeteria.

“Real smooth, bet you really fooled her there,” Ned teased his friend, noticing the concern on his face, “What was I supposed to do? Just casually mention I’m Spider-man? She wouldn’t believe me!” Peter weighed.

LEGOs.

A toy that was meant for children beat you out. Embarrassed was an understatement. You played with Barbies and Polly Pockets! You even played with the sexist “girly” version of LEGOs! Granted you probably haven’t picked up a toy in maybe 10 years but still! That just isn’t fair.

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“Mr. S-Stark could I have some advice?” Peter was quite literally shitting his pants with nervousness.

Tony looked up from his blasters he was tinkering with, “I mean you can ask but I can’t guarantee I can be your Dalai Lama” he taunted.

“Um okay well,” Peter gulped, “This really pretty girl at my school is mad at me and I don’t know what to do”

Tony was stunned, “Girls talk to you? And you hold a conversation? Congrats kid you’re growing up!”

Peter was embarrassed, “Well, not exactly. You know that internship you host every year?” His hands were shaking from nervousness, so he dropped his web shooters and clasped them in his lap so Tony wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, setting down his blasters and turning his chair to put his complete focus on Peter.

Well that totally makes this conversation easier!

“Of course. But I’m not giving it to you. I spend enough time with you already as it is.”

That helped ease his stress, “Well to cover for Spider-Man I just tell everyone I do the Stark internship, forgetting that there is a real internship. So this girl applied for the September Foundation Internship and is mad because she thinks I took it from her. But that's crazy because she's like the nicest person and worked so hard for this internship and there is no one I know that is more deserving of the spot and-,” Tony cuts him off, knowing the boy could ramble for days.

“What’s her name?” He questions, “Y/N Y/L/N, But I’m not asking you to like give it to her because that’s not fair, just give her a tour of the tower or something for her to finally realize I’m not that important around here,” Peter justifies.

“I’ll see what I can do.” With that, he walked out of the lab.

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You’ve accepted the fact that you didn’t get the position and have continued to build your resume, filling in the space you left for the internship.

“Mr. Harrington? Flash isn’t here today so do you want me to do the lab alone?” You asked, grateful your annoying lab partner isn’t there attempting every pick up line in existence on you. Each one followed up with a denial and you completed the lab on your own.

“No,” Mr. Harrington said. “Ned’s partner isn’t here either so you can pair up with him.”

Begrudgingly, you stood up to join Ned at his lab table. Curious you ask, “Who is your partner?”, Ned hesitates in his answer, “Oh, Peter is busy with the Stark internship.”

Nevermind. Any progress of acceptance you thought you’d made was gone.

“Oh, okay.” You ended the conversation knowing you couldn’t handle dwelling on your failures any longer.

You would’ve been able to juggle the internship and school. Peter can’t even stay a whole day of school without leaving. This was just another reason why you were more qualified than him.

Peter was just arriving at Avengers tower to talk to Mr. Stark about how he altered his web shooters to increase the output of webs. He took the elevator up, assuming he would just be in the lab like he always is. And he was there, just not alone. He catches their attention when walking in, embarrassed to be seen so caught off guard.

“Ah Peter! So good to see you! I want you to meet our newest intern, Y/N Y/L/N!” Tony smirks at the boy whose eyes are blown wide staring at the girl in front of her.

“H-Hi Y/N. C-congrats on the internship.”

“Thank you Peter.”

“Well I have to go check on Cap, he gets angry when he doesn’t have his green smoothie. You guys get comfortable with each other! But not too comfortable, I don’t need to see any angsty teenager lovers in my presence.” Tony winked at Peter before he left the lab.

“Well that's awkward,” the girl begins, “I think I just stole your job.”

“Wh-what?” his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well you’re always gone for the Stark Internship so I just assumed it was the September Foundation Internship?” Now they’re both confused, clearly Mr. Stark wasn’t clear on Peter’s affiliation with him.

“N-no I just do a different intern job for Mr. Stark. I-I just clean up the lab.”

He has really gotta pick up his excuse game.

“So you’re a janitor?” She frowns.

“N-no I just make sure it’s tidy for Mr. Stark, organize the supplies and order more when he needs,” Peter stuttered.”

Ok now he's improving with his justification skills.

“Oh ok? Well I have to go, I have a charity thing.” You made a solid attempt at cutting the tension between you both..

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“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

Tony spins his chair, spotting Peter at the entrance. “Well I reviewed her application and you were right, she does deserve it. Plus, I know how you struggle with the ladies, so in a way I was throwing you a bone, whilst still getting a prodigy by my side.”

His jaw set, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly good with the ladies and don’t need your help,” Peter stormed out of the lab like a toddler.

“That’s not what you said in the lab the other day!” He calls after him, knowing full well he was out of earshot.

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Peter has never felt so relieved than when the quinjet touched down on the top of the building. The mission was a complete disaster. If he had to explain the definition of “abort mission” he’d probably start with that.

After stepping off the quinjet, Peter made a beeline for the kitchen. His throat scratched every time he swallowed, probably from yelling into the coms trying to navigate through the pure chaos.

Passing by Wanda, he could tell by her facial expression he wasn’t in good shape. He could feel the dried blood stuck to his skin and the smell of sweat was unavoidable from even 10 feet away.

After his five minute walk, which would be better described as a limp, he made it to just get a glass of water. Finally, the rush of moisture runs through his whole body. Whilst peacefully chugging his entire cup of water he hears the sound of glass shattering, followed by the words,

“What. The. Fuck.”

He knows the voice from anywhere. Hell, he hears it on the morning announcements with Betty every goddamn morning. Frozen, he doesn’t know what his next move is. Does he run and act like it never happened? Does he just accept it and brush it off like no big deal? His rough draft of an explanation is slowly being put together in his head when you move in front of him.

“You’re not an intern. You’re fucking Spider-man.”

“O-oh hey Y/N, didn’t see you there”

Real smooth Parker. Why don’t you talk about your LEGO skills again. Just try and see if you can make this conversation any more awkward than it needs to be.

“Cut the bullshit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She always knows how to get straight to the point. Something he always admired about her.

“I-I-I didn’t think it was important?” The apprehension isn’t helping his persuasion skills in the slightest.

“Oh being an Avenger is just a common occurrence nowadays?” You push, determined to get a real answer and not a half assed excuse.

“I mean if you live around here yeah everyone is some kind of super hu-”

“Peter.” You cut him off, annoyance obvious in your tone.

He sighed, “Yes. I am Spider-man. The only people who know are Ned, Aunt May, and the rest of the Avengers. And now you.” Distress was obvious on his face

You began to feel guilty once you saw the panic on his face, “I won’t tell anyone,” you squeak, the first drop of sympathy Peter has ever received from you.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for not telling you. You’re part of the team and deserve a real confession, not finding out by accident.”

The guilt train is on a two way track tonight!

“No, it was your secret. You deserve your privacy.” A small smile tugged at the edges of your lips.

“Thank you for being so understanding. Now that the secret is out maybe we could work together on my suit sometime?”

Peter is nervous. Why is he nervous? Did he just accidentally ask her on a date. Oh god what if she isn’t interested?

“I’d love to Peter! It's a date!” Your smile beaming gave Peter a surge of confidence, and he reached around your waist to pull you into a hug. You were both ecstatic to have finally started to see each other as friends, and even a little more than that.

Your trances were broken when you finally spoke up, “Maybe you should take a shower first,” as you finally realized the stench in your close proximity.

A flush creeping up his face when he realized. “Let me go shower then we can continue this,” he beams.

“See you then Spider-man!”

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supernaturalee · 5 years ago

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Then & Now: Part 2 - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairings: Past!Gwilym Lee x Reader, Platonic!Joe Mazzello x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pillow Throwing, and Shirtless Wet Joe

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: It has been nearly ten years since Y/N had last stepped foot in London and made a promise to herself to never return. Yet, here she is back again for two weeks with her best friend in tow. After being left the apartment of her late mother. The same one where she had her heart taken and broken into two by the blue-eyed boy across the hall. When a mistaken knock is answered, blue eyes come flooding back into her life and suddenly two weeks seems like a lifetime.

Previous Parts: One

Author’s Note: Sooooooooooo...I’M BACK. Basically I had terrible writer’s block, no desire to write, and life just got in my way. A huge huge HUGE thank you to @slutforbritdick for supporting me these past couple months. We are getting into the meat of the story now. I also plan to update regularly and also look out for a Green & Gold update coming soon. Enjoy. Please let me know if you would want to be tagged.

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Y/N screamed loudly as she reached over the rest of the couch, grabbing the closest softest thing to her. She held it against her face, her headache returning as she screamed into the stuffed fabric of the throw pillow. It wasn’t helping because even in the darkness of the fabric, she could still see his eyes. She could see how they stood out on his stupidly beautiful face. The blue was a color she could never forget. It was like the sky after a snowstorm when the sun had returned. Clear and crystal blue. It had once ranked among her most favorite colors, but now she despised it.

She threw the pillow across the room, hitting the wall with a soft thud. She stood from the couch, too angry to sit. It was like the last ten years of repressed emotions finally bubbled over the edge of the pot, spewing their negative energy all over the place. She began to pace across the hardwood floors. Her hands in fist as she held them out from her, trying to keep herself from punching something. If she would have known he was going to be just ten feet across the hall from her, she wouldn’t have gotten on the plane. Hell, she wouldn’t have even thought about coming to London. She would have called a realtor and dealt with the place that way. She continued pacing quickly as she heard something move around in the bathroom, the door flinging open as Joe stood there. Soaking wet with a towel around his waist and shampoo half unrinsed in his hair as he tried to keep his feet from slipping on the damp tile in the bathroom. His eyes wide in fear that his friend had been hurt.

“Y/N!” He shouted before looking at her as he got his footing right. She turned her head to him, as he continued. “Y/N! Oh fuck are you okay? I heard someone slam the door and then you screamed.” He panted, holding up the towel with one hand and balancing himself in the doorway of the bathroom. Water dripping down his chest.

“NO!” She threw up her arms as she faced him fully. Her body slightly shook from all the energy flowing through her. “I AM NOT OKAY!” She exclaimed. His eyes widened even more.

“What happened? Did someone come in? Did they hurt you?” He asked concerned,

looking her over for any injuries and then surveying the apartment for any damage. After seeing no facial or structural damage, his body relaxed. His eyes softened as he realized she had no bodily harm. “This better not be about a spider, I already told my stance on killing arachnids. They eat the mosquitoes, Y/N. They are the good boys.” Joe said launching into his usual spiders are important tyraid. Y/N cut him off before he could finish.

“There is no fucking time for spiders, Joe. He is across the hall.”

“Who?”

“HE!” She pointed at the closed door.

“Who?” He asked again, more confused than ever. He rubbed some of the suds from his forehead to avoid them getting into his eyes. “Could you just tell me cause at the rate this soap is moving I’ll be suffering from severe soap in eye pain in a few seconds. I don’t have time for the pronoun game.” He said, as Y/N explored with the answer.

“GWILYM FUCKING LEE. That tall blue-eyed Welsh bastard!” She shouted, moving to throw something out to release the wave of rage that was cresting inside of her. She grabbed the discarded pillow from a few moments earlier and threw it again, Joe dodged it as it zoomed passed his head, hitting into the bathroom doorway before thudding to the ground next to the toilet.

“Wait...no fucking way.” He said before thinking a moment that it could be true. She nodded furiously, her head looking almost bobble like. He had rarely seen his best friend this worked up before. He knew she had to be telling the truth. He removed his hand from the doorway and held it up in a somewhat calming gesture.

“You need to breathe, you’re gonna pop a blood vessel. So go scream into your pillow, I’m gonna finish my shower and then we are gonna talk about the fact that the asshole who broke your heart is across the hall currently.” He remained calm, reminding her of the fact that he was her emotional support this trip. This trip was supposed to be about her family, and not Gwil. This trip was supposed to be about her mom and how much London meant to her. Yet there he was there less than 100 feet away and invading her thoughts. Y/N took a series of short breaths which were doing nothing for her racing heart.

“Inhale.” Joe said calmly. He moved his hand up to mimic an inhale before pushing it down to mimic an exhale. “Exhale. I’m gonna shower now, don’t burn the fucking apartment down while I’m in there.” He gave her a cheeky smile which was his attempt to relax her more before turning around and moving inside the bathroom.

Joe returned to his shower and Y/N moved to her bedroom. She grabbed a pillow from her bed, placed it over her face and screamed loudly into it. The sound of all her emotions were muffled again by the stuffed fabric. She did this over and over again for about thirty minutes. She was almost hoarse from it. Trying her best to remain calm and collected. She was cool, she didn’t need to prove herself to that snarky jerk across the hall. She was a strong woman who was clearly lying to herself about the past decade and was spiraling away from anger and towards regret. At that moment, she knew she had to get out of there. She grabbed her laptop and moved to the couch. This was it, they were going home.

Joe finished his shower and changed into comfier clothes. His hangover quelled for the moment as he readied himself to deal with his current and appropriately emotionally best friend. He moved out of his room and into the living room where he saw Y/N frantically typing on her computer. He moved behind the couch to see what was drawing her attention so much as he rang the towel over his hair to dry it.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding flights. I can’t stay here. We can’t stay here. He and I are currently breathing the same air. It-it's toxic!” She said quickly, her hand darting across the mouse pad, her eyes glued to her screen.

“Yes you can. You are so much stronger than you think you are.” Joe moved from behind her and sat down beside her on the couch. “You can and you will stay. We will both stay.” His hand moved over hers as he pulled it away slowly from the mouse pad. This kind gesture drew her attention away from her screen, her eyes looking up at him. He gave her a small but sure smile. She shook her head.

“No I’m not. I can’t be here. Joe, I was not emotionally ready to see him. I thought in all that time I was ready but turns out I am still that hurt little teenager that he knew then.” She admitted to him.

“Munchkin, people are not emotionally ready for a lot of things but remember who this trip is for.” He moved his hand onto her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Before rubbing it back and forth to soothe her soul a bit. “Your mom wanted you to come here again, Y/N. She knew you were ready to come back to London. I know you were ready. I think it's just you that doesn’t believe in herself. When you should, you are one of the strongest fucking people I have ever met.” Y/N leaned back from her slightly hunched position. She wiped a tear from her the inner corner of her eye as she looked at Joe. He was right and now she was trying to run from her problem instead of facing it head on. She was trying to let the past win and bury her in regret. She was strong, her mom taught her that. Y/N sniffled as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

“Stop being wise.” She chuckled gently hugging her best friend, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Can I still vent about him?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Like I am going to stop you from venting but can we get some food first because I am absolutely starving.”

“Take out?”

“Please and out of curiosity how much were flights home?” He smiled as Y/N turned her attention back to her computer, looking for takeaway places nearby.

“Remember how much I pay Sallie Mae a month.”

“Yeah?”

“Triple it.”

“Oh fuck no. We are staying here and we are going to enjoy this trip. Even if it means I have to go across the hall and punch Mr. Perfect in the mouth.” He said looking at the different options for food on her screen. Not knowing that across the hall the same tall man was pacing and frantically trying to get his own best friend on the phone.

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Gwilym moved across the hardwood floor back and forth, back and forth. His hand in his hair as if stuck by some unseen glue. He kept going, his brow furrowed in a thinking position. If he didn’t divert from his pattern soon, he thought, there would be worn wood from where he walked. He had been just as surprised to see her. Almost shocked to see his first love and the woman who he unknowingly based all his relationships on for the first time in nearly a decade. It was more than he could handle, that’s why he was calling for help.

“Ben, if you really are my best mate, you will come to my place now. I need to talk about something and the houseplants don’t want to hear about it again….. Please man, I need you.” He said holding the phone to his ear. Ben explained that he was on his way to meeting a potential client. “Please please please…. I saw her, you know the one that I...Yes! Her! Please!” He heard a long sigh before a mutter of agreement. “Thanks mate and um, bring scotch. I need it.” He hangs up. Returning to pacing again.

About thirty minutes later, once all the water had dried from Joe’s hair, their pizza had been ordered from take away, and Ben had apologized to his client and rescheduled for another night, things were being to align for a night of duel venting.

“Joe, pizza guy is here.” Y/N said pouring them two glasses of some of the wine from

the pantry. “Also I don’t know if this will be any good.”

“The pizza or the wine?”

“Both. I mean we are like pizza snobs, you are lactose intolerant, and the label on the wine has faded.”

“If it kills us, it kills us.” He said grabbing the small pile of cash they had pooled together

on the counter. “Plus I took my lactaid tablet so we are good on the cheesy front here.” He moved into the hallway and down the stairs outside to meet the pizza delivery person. Once the exchange for goods and services was complete, Joe moved back up the stairs.

A young blonde man was moving inside before him. He wore a pair of slacks with dress shoes, his white button up had been undone on the top button, a brown paper bag covered bottle in his left hand.

“Hold the door!” Joe said holding the warm pizza boxes in his hands. Ben turned and caught the closing door.

“Oh yeah mate. I got it, come on in.” Ben said holding open the door for Joe as he moved in first. Ben followed behind him, shutting the door.

“Thanks man.” Joe gave him a smile before moving down the hallway to the apartment. Ben followed him to Gwil’s door, he knocked lightly.

“Are you following me?” Joe joked before laughing. Instead of knocking and the pizza boxes occupying his hands, Joe kicked up his foot and kicked the door a bit.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Ben answered before laughing himself. “Just here to help my friend.”

“Man, I get that.” Joe said as he banged against the door with his foot again. “Wait, are you friends with the guy in that apartment?”

“Yeah, he’s my best mate. I’m Ben.”

“Oh, we just became enemies. Also I’m Joe.” Joe said as Ben looked at him with surprise.

“Um….how? We barely know each other...oh. You’re the American’s girl boyfriend?”

“Me and Y/N?” Joe laughed. “No, just best friends but it is the best friends’ creed that an enemy of my friend is also my enemy. Or something like that.”

Ben laughed as both still stood there waiting for their doors to be opened. “To be honest, I think Gwil is being a bit of a prat about it.”

“Well, Y/N has every right to overreact.” Joe says. “Do you know the story?”

“Of them?”

“Yup.”

“No.” Ben shook his head.

“Ask your friend and then you will see him more than just a prat.” Joe said banging on the door again.

“I’m coming!” Y/N shouted from the other side as she opened the door. Her eyes going to

Ben as he knocked again. Of course Gwil will had gorgeous friends, stupid attractive people being friends with other attractive people.

Gwilym moved and opened the door spotting Ben before looking across the hall at Y/N. The two just stared at each other as their friends moved passed them in the respective apartments. He went to open his mouth to utter an apology for how he reacted, however, nothing came out. Y/N moved first, shooting Gwil a death glare before shutting and locking the apartment door. Gwilym let out a loud sigh before shutting his door. The first thought in his mind was how incredibly sexy Y/N looked when she was angry.

Ben put the bottle of scotch on the wooden coffee table as he sat on Gwilym’s couch.

“What was so important that you had to call me in the middle of my busy morning? You know I had a meeting with a new potential client.”

“Actual client or just a young gorgeous woman who doesn't know how stocks and bonds work.”

“Little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.” He said. Gwil moved grabbing two glasses from his cupboard. “So that’s her.”

“Yes.” Gwil moved to the bottle, opening it and pouring out two drinks. “That’s Y/N. The one who got away.” He admitted softly, sitting in an armchair. He held out the glass for Ben. Ben nodded before taking the glass.

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s more than pretty mate.” Gwil admitted. “But god, she’s so infuriating.” He took a long sip from his glass.

“How?”

“Well, I kind of took home that girl from the pub home last night and well...let’s just say I am lucky none of the photos on my wall are held on loosely.” He said looking at the amber colored liquor in the glass.

“From the girl or from Y/N?”

“Both I guess but in different ways.”

“Cheeky bastard. Continue.” Ben smirked before taking his first small sip of scotch.

“Chelsea was leaving and left her bra on my floor. She came back up and knocked on Y/N’s door and then well next thing I know I am face to face with a woman I hadn’t seen since I was 19 years old.” His blue eyes were a mixture of regret and fear. Regret on how it ended and the fear that he had ruined all the chances to make up with Y/N then it twisted in his mind to a bit of anger. How could Y/N be angry still, Gwil had tried to mend it back then. It was her that didn’t want to get back together.

“I see.” Ben said as Gwil stood, starting to pace again. Unaware to both men that across the hall, Y/N was pacing with a piece of pizza in her hand half eaten and Joe on a sofa watching her.

“I mean who does he think he is!” Y/N huffed almost flinging the pizza from her hand.

“I mean who does she think she is!” Gwil said as he paced, drinking more of the scotch.

“He’s the one that cheated!” Y/N took a small bite before swallowing it.

“She’s the one that wouldn’t even talk to me after she broke us up!” Gwil exclaimed.

“And to stand there so smug like he’s some fucking prince!’ Y/N looked at Joe, her eyes wide with anger.

“And to stand there so angry like we just broke off! It's been nearly ten years!” Gwilym said stopping and filing his glass more.

“How dare he!”

“How dare she!” Both exclaimed similar things in their respective apartments. Their chests heaving with racing hearts.

“Yeah, fuck him.” Joe said. Y/N nodded sitting back down eating the crust of the slice she had just finished.

“Maybe you’re overreacting.” Ben said as Gwil sat back down. “What happened between you two that makes just a mere glimpse of each other makes you both crazy?” Gwil let out a breath.

“It’s a long story.”

“We have almost a full bottle of scotch and I have no client to meet now.”

“Okay. It started when we were five…”

#gwilym lee x reader #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #ben hardy #reader insert #rami malek #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #Queen #then & now #tnn #gwilym x reader #borhap x reader #gwilym lee imagines #Charlie Nelson

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 5 years ago

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Face to Unfamiliar Face - Pt 5

by @10moonymhrivertam

Logan did not have as much time as he would’ve liked to bask in Virgil’s presence, with the threat of Greta hanging over them.

“Bruderspinne.” Thomas rubbed his eyes and smiled. Logan looked him over, but it seemed he was choosing to use the nickname instead of being influenced into it.

“Thomas.” Virgil dropped his hand to cross the room. “Let me see if I can dull her for you. That’s…a lot to have in your head.”

Thomas looked wary. “It’s the only warning we’ll have when she realizes where we are.”

Virgil seemed to twitch at the denial of an opportunity to help his family. “Maybe we don’t have to worry about her finding us. We have the technology to - to speed run this.”

“Do we?” Logan asked, before processing the end of Virgil’s sentence. Fond exasperation filled him. “What on Earth is Patton showing you in your downtime?”

There was a soft noise behind them and Logan turned to see the local Patton. His chest constricted with a maelstrom of emotions - anger at the Serpent King that Patton had never been taught; a grief that this Patton seemed to have almost shut his voice away entirely; plus, an entirely illogical guilt, probably based in knowing it was his absence that had led to the difference. He held out a hand. It was a moment before Patton took it. Logan squeezed it reassuringly.

“Pat, this is Virgil. The Spider Prince of the forest. He’s from mine and Thomas’ place, although he has a duplicate here. He’s just asleep at the moment.”

“Hey, Pat.” Virgil smiled. Pat ducked his head.

“Your duplicate is with him at the moment, to learn more about having a siren’s voice.” Patton flinched, and Logan squeezed his hand apologetically. He turned his attention back to Virgil, his thumb absently stroking across the back of Patton’s hand.

“What were you trying to say with the speed running metaphor?”

“I’m not connected to such a sick forest this time. This one’s still sick, but I’m holding onto the right version of Mom magically. Between them, I should be able to move through the shadows without a problem. And this time we know we need the ring.”

“No!” Logan cried, monkshood sprouting from the floorboards. May shouted. He refused to pay her any mind.

“Why not?”

“Because the only reason we caught any kind of drop on him before was Night Roman!”

“But with this place’s Spider Prince asleep, he has no reason to know I’m here. He won’t expect it.”

“Fine, but what if his reflexes are faster than you’re counting on?”

“Web him down and run like hell?”

“That is not a plan, Virgil!”

“And bluffing and trusting Night Roman was? This might not be my Greta, but she’s hurting, Logan!”

Logan went quiet and shared a glance with Thomas. His eyes were gently reproachful, and Logan sighed through his nose and cast his eyes to the floor.

“There’s a chance there’s a…factual error in that statement, Virge,” Thomas murmured. Virgil’s silence was painfully heavy. “When she was getting into my head at the graveyard, I - I saw…um, the King and Roman were standing near each other. You were back with Logan…and when she had me talk, I wasn’t just - asking where you were.”

“Again, and again, and again,” Logan quoted softly. “Not again.”

“Are - are you telling me that is my sister?” Virgil croaked, barely sounding human.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense,” Logan conceded.

“Then I have to, Logan.”

Logan’s shoulders sagged. He nodded. “But be careful, Virgil. I don’t want to lose you to him.”

Virgil moved in quickly for a kiss to his forehead. “I will,” he promised. Then he gathered the shadows around him, and was gone. Thomas was there almost instantly to hold his free hand, and Patton shuffled closer to lean his head on Logan’s shoulder.

Virgil sank into the shadows, his heartbeat picking up. Logan was right. This was dangerous. But what other choice did they have without a set-up that could take years? Greta was angry, and scared, and tired. Virgil couldn’t rely on what had been coincidence the first time to be what got her out now.

He could feel the shape of the Court ahead. The usurped throne - would he have cared about losing it, he wondered distantly, if Dee had just respected the balance? - was his focus. When he joined the light again, he had a split second to be relieved that Dee was predictable: making a spectacle of himself on the throne, as expected. Then, Dee’s eyes fixed on him and went wide. Virgil lunged for his hand. Dee jerked backwards, and Virgil crashed after him, knocking them both to the ground. Virgil got a grip on his hand - the wrong one, but suitable for his purposes - and bared his teeth.

A fist slammed into the side of his face, and he flailed, trying to catch the hand that had done it as he was knocked away from the arm he’d managed to bite. He was able, just barely, to catch Dee’s wrist, and he grabbed roughly at his hand, uncaring of how the ring got off his finger, so long as it did. When Virgil felt it slip off, he clenched his hand tight and rolled back into the shadows. He wasn’t sure he had ever been relieved in his life that Dee apparently couldn’t hear Mother, but if he couldn’t hear her, then he certainly couldn’t ask her for the favor of transportation. He lay there, panting, terrified - did his venom even work on Dee? He had intended for it to. What kind of brother did that make him, even with the murdering and manipulation Dee had done? He closed his eyes against the thoughts - the knowledge that he felt worst about his absence of feeling over the deed itself - and pushed himself to his feet. He had to hurry, in case the venom didn’t work. Clearly, Dee knew he never had to look much farther than the Gage’s for him.

He was glad to find himself alone in the backyard when he stepped out of the shadows. He stared at the ring in his hand, hating what he knew would come next.

“Logan?” It was soft, but he knew Fae ears would pick it up. He didn’t quite expect to summon everyone out onto the lawn, but he would live with it. Logan broke off from the group and stepped to his side, staring at the ring in his hand. Logan cupped his hand around Virgil’s and looked up into his face. Virgil broke his gaze to look back down at his hand. Slowly, he began to close his fist. Logan’s hand curled with his. Virgil thought he could feel his heart break when the ring gave. At least the flash of light didn’t allow him to dwell on it. He shielded his eyes, his heart beating too fast.

When he lowered his arm, his eyes fixed on the flickering figure on the lawn. Her claws were flexing, as though she expected Dee to be right there. She was blinking rapidly, at least in terms of reptilian eyes. Virgil was fixed in place - the first time, with all that had been going on, he’d been so upset that there had been no time to say anything. Now he couldn’t think of anything to say.

Logan’s hands fell away from his, and his boyfriend stepped forward.

“Mrs. Fischer?” He probed. Her head swung in his direction, and she blinked again. “Are you okay?”

“I am…confused,” she admitted.

“How so?”

“The ring had been broken. Bruderspinne was okay. But then, I thought it must have been a dream or delusion, because - he had it again.” Her wings ruffled. “I had been so certain that I had found him again, my brother. But he was nowhere. He was still sleeping. She hid him from me, but I had to find him. I had to help him. The dream taught me that I was enough unlike myself for Herr Natter to have trouble holding onto me. So I went looking…”

“He’s here, ma’am.” Logan stepped aside a little to gesture at Virgil. Her gaze settled on him, and she slowly stilled.

“You feel like the dream. But…it wasn’t a dream, was it?”

“Not quite, Greta,” Virgil managed.

“Where is the brother of this place?”

“Still asleep.”

Greta’s wings ruffled.

“But I sincerely doubt he will be for much longer,” Logan assured her. She took a moment to still again, and silence settled heavily.

“Are you safe, Bruderspinne?”

“Safe?” He echoed, confused.

“Herr Natter. You took the ring from him. Surely he can’t have been pleased.”

“I…bit him.” Virgil was glad his Patton and Roman weren’t here to hear that.

“So he’s lingering.” Greta flexed her claws again.

“I won’t stop you, if you want to make sure he doesn’t.” A twinge of feeling from his mother, but nothing strong enough to interpret as a scolding.

“I believe I will.” She dug her claws into the dirt, and her wings unfurled.

“Wait!” He blurted. But, when she looked back at him, he had no idea what he was going to say. He was frozen, until Logan took his hand.

“…Goodbye, Mrs. Fischer.”

“Goodbye, Grettie.” His voice was thick and bordering on sounding inhuman, but he wasn’t sure he could care. Greta was silent for a few heartbeats. She relaxed her wings to lean in close and press her scaly face against him.

“It has been good to know you, Bruderspinne.” One heartbeat more, and then her wings sent a gust of wind through the yard, and she was gone. Virgil fell to his knees, feeling like a puppet with cut strings. Saying goodbye was such a relief, but it was so much more final than simply watching her disappear. Logan knelt beside him, rubbing his back and murmuring to him. Frost and snowdrops mingled on the lawn as Virgil cried.

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V: oh did a bitch choke up Moony, you cut me!!! you cut me deep!!!!!

#face to unfamiliar face #submission

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trashinaglass-archive · 6 years ago

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You’re My Best Friend

Tom is pissed at y/n but defends her honor

Warnings: vulgar comments

A/n: inspired by the song Best Friend by 5sos

“Even every time that I’m mad at you, I would still bury that body for you”

I didn’t mean to use this gif, but I accidentally clicked it and I love it so I’m not changing it

I couldn’t think of a reason why they were fighting so that’s up in the air

“Y/n, why would you do that?!” Tom yelled at you.

“It’s not a big deal,” you replied back, your voice much quieter than his. You were actually pretty confused as to why he was so angry about the situation at hand.

“Are you stupid, it could’ve cost me my job,” he continued to yell. “You’re being such a selfish bitch. I can’t believe you.” He walked out of your shared house, slamming the door, and leaving you feeling horrible.

Tom called Harrison, needing to be away from you and have a good time to distract him from your argument.

“Hey, mate,” Harrison answered the phone.

“Are you busy? You want to go out to a club or something?” Tom asked him. Harrison told him that he could do that and would meet him at their favorite club in London. Tom parked his car by Harrison’s and walked in, immediately getting a drink.

“What happened?” Harrison asked Tom. “You don’t seem like yourself.”

“Y/n’s being a bitch. She went out and did something she knew she shouldn’t have done, and then came home acting like everything was fine. Like her actions couldn’t have just cost me my job- you know the thing that gets me the money so I can pay for that roof over her head? That nice stuff in her closet?” Tom began to rant, feeling his anger rise all over again.

“Tom, you can’t say stuff like that. She didn’t mean for anything to happen- and it didn’t happen. It may have been a close call, but it’s fine. You still have your job, your reputation. It’s all good,” Harrison tried to calm him down.

Tom shook his head with a humorless laugh. “Should’ve known you’d defend her,” he said, taking a big swig of beer. Tom’s head turned as he heard a chuckle come from beside him.

“Sounds like a bitch to me,” the stranger chimed in. “Why don’t you drop her pathetic ass and find some new pussy.”

“Because she’s my fucking girlfriend. And I don’t need your comments,” Tom snapped at the guy.

“She’s your girlfriend yet she did something so bad, you had to come out here to get away from her ugly mug?” He said before turning to look at Tom clearly. “Oh, you’re that Spider-Man guy. Yeah, I’ve seen your girl- she’s hot as fuck. I’d love to put those dsl to work.”

“Stop fucking talking,” Tom said before he felt Harrison’s hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, you don’t need to get caught up in this,” he said, trying to get Tom out of the situation that really could cost him his job and his reputation. Tom stood up and began walking away, only to hear the perpetrator following them.

“What’s the problem? You’re out here trashing your girl- can’t take someone agreeing with you? I know that bitch ain’t shit,” he continued to taunt making Tom stop and face him head on.

“You don’t know shit, dickhead. Now stop talking about my girlfriend and leave me the fuck alone.” Tom again turned trying to leave yet again.

“Yeah why don’t you walk away- keep clubbing and I can go find your bitch and ram her into the bed you sleep in at night,” he got out before Tom turned back to him, overcome with fury, his fist swinging to meet the man’s teeth.

The guy stumbled back before smirking at Tom, throwing punches back. The two men began to fight, throwing their fists before security came and broke it up, they were thrown out of the club and arrested.

You got a call from Harrison late that night informing you of the incident that just happened.

“Harrison?” You asked in confusion as you answered the phone. You had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Tom to come home.

“Y/n, um,” Harrison began to say, not knowing how to break the news to you. “Tom just got arrested.”

“What?”

“Just please come down here. I’ll explain when you get here,” Harrison asked. You hung up the phone, grabbing your keys and driving to the police station.

“What happened?” You asked Harrison as you got out of your car.

“We were at a club, I guess he wanted to drink and calm down from your argument, but this guy started talking about you, and he just wouldn’t shut up. And because Tom was already pissed, what this guy said just added fuel to his fire and he just snapped.”

“What did he do?”

“He punched him right in the mouth,” Harrison told you. Your eyes widened hearing the words come from him. Tom was the most kind, politest guy you have ever met. You almost couldn’t believe Harrison. You turned away from him walking into the station, hearing Harrison mutter, “He deserved it, if I’m being honest.”

“How can I help you?” An officer asked you.

“I was told my boyfriend was just arrested, Thomas Holland?” You asked. The officer began to look at his files before nodding his head.

“Yes, ma’am. He’s been arrested for battery along with another man that was fighting him.”

“What do I need to do to get him out?”

“We’re going to hold him overnight. In the morning, we’ll have any charges he may have.”

“Do you have any idea what I can expect to hear?”

“From what I know, he could be charged for battery which is $2,000. Right now, we’re just holding him- should he be officially jailed, bail would probably be around the same, maybe $2,500.”

You nodded your head as you thought about the prices you would be facing. It was crazy the situation you were currently in.

“And there’s nothing I can do for him right now?” You asked again for clarification.

“Afraid not,” the officer said with a shake of his head. You nodded your head, showing you understood.

“Can I see him?”

“No, ma’am. Sorry.” You took a deep breath, nodding your head yet again.

“Alright, thank you,” you said before walking out of the station.

“What did they say?” Harrison asked as he saw you approaching him, standing outside his car.

“He’s going to have to stay the night here. Approximately $4,500 in the morning if he’s jailed and charged,” you told him. “What am I suppose to do? Do I need to call Nikki? His manager?”

Harrison shook his head- neither of you had been in this situation before and it just sucked.

“We both just need to go home and go to bed. That’s the only thing that’ll make morning come faster,” Harrison told you, placing a hand on your arm before getting into his car. You let out another deep breath before following Harrison’s lead- getting in your car and driving away.

You arrived home, feeling lost and confused. You never expected you would get a call that Tom had been arrested, yet here you are. You walked to your room, laying in the bed by yourself to face a sleepless night.

. . .

You got out of your bed around six, ready to bring your boyfriend home. You changed into a new outfit and walked out the door, making your way back to the police station. You parked and walked inside.

“Yes ma’am,” a new officer greeted you.

“I’m here to get my boyfriend. Hopefully,” you said.

“What’s his name?”

“Thomas Holland,”

“Okay,” the officer said. “Mr. Holland is being fined $2,000 for battery. Because the damage was minimal and how it happened, he’ll be released with no bail,” the officer explained to you before leaving you to get Tom.

You felt your heart break a little bit as you saw him. His eye and lip were both bruised and swollen with little cuts in his skin. He held his head down as he walked toward you. You both walked out of the station, getting in your car. You drove straight home, not needing to stop anywhere.

Once you got home, you parked the car and walked into the house, stopping in the kitchen as you watched Tom lean back against the counter, you leaning against the wall.

“Why did you do that, Tom?” You asked him softly. You watched him attentively, seeing his jaw clinch and relax repeatedly.

“The things he said about you,” he said simply, shaking his head. “I tried to walk away, y/n. I promise,” he began to say, his voice breaking. “I turned my back twice, but he kept talking- kept taunting me. I couldn’t take it. Baby, I couldn’t listen to things he was saying about you.” Tom turned, resting his elbows against the counter and placing his head in his hands.

You moved to stand next to him, pulling his arm gently and making him turn to you. You placed your arms around his neck as he wrapped his tightly around your waist, burying his face in your neck. You felt a few tears hit your skin as you rubbed his back.

“I love you, y/n,” he said as he lifted his head to look at you. You reached your hand out, gently drying his eyes of the tears on his face. “I’m sorry for yelling at you- you aren’t a selfish bitch. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Hey,” You said to get him to stop talking. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not angry at you, I’m not upset with you. I’m just happy that you’re here, not locked in some jail. Whatever that guy said- he said it to make you angry. He wanted you to fight him, Tom. He would’ve said anything he could think of to make you angry enough to throw the first punch. Whether it was me, Harrison, your mom, Tessa- he wanted a fight. Don’t get caught up in it. It’s over, you’re home, and you don’t have to see that guy ever again. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, repeating you with a nod of his head.

“Now, answer me this, tough guy,” you began, your hands moving to rub up and down his arms softly. “Do you want something to eat or do you want to just go to bed? I know I didn’t get any sleep last night, I can’t imagine you did either.”

“I just want sleep.”

“Okay, come on.” you grabbed his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom where you both crawled under the covers- Tom on his stomach, arms under his pillow as you laid next to him on your side, facing him with a hand rubbing his back soothingly.

I’m basing all of this off what I’ve seen on Jersey Shore lol

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

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marvelouswritee · 5 years ago

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Whatever It Takes

(Reader x Peter Paker- Hinted)

caution: a few swear words.

summary: follows the events of infinity war. the two best friends -reader and peter- gets involved with tony stark and doctor strange up in space. peter finds more about his childhood best friend. as reader reveals the secrets she/he/ they has kept from him.

ps: sorry if there’s any wrong grammar or could have used a better word. i tried my best.

words: 4.5k+

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enjoy!

The sound of speeding vehicles, drivers honking, and taxis’ yelling instead of moving into action sounds like home. Sounds like New York. You were born and raised in the city, but your parents sent you to a private school due to personal reasons. As your parents being respected lawyers in New York, they sure did have connections to a strict boarding school, where the teachers did nothing but push their students over the edge. The boarding school also had a history with expelling students they don’t like. In which, scared you a little, but you didn’t care too much. You are, as your best friends say, a badass. You listen to rock instead of pop. You wear combat boots or sneakers instead of heels.

That’s also why Peter likes you. His feeling towards you isn’t how he feels about Liz. As he says, Liz is a crush. But, you don’t know that, ever since you started being friends with Peter, he also had a crush on you. Ned will always tease him behind your back and you will chuckle at how his cheeks will turn bright red when you turn around. And, you’ll see Ned trying to hide his laughter behind his hands.

It’s been a few months since you’ve come back to New York and nothing has been the same in your family ever since. Back then, you’d always have enjoyable dinners with your parents despite their serious manner due to being a lawyer. However, ever since they sent you to that strict and horrible place filled with narcissistic mean girls, there’s tension. It was as if they weren’t the fun parents you grew up to know. They were just... parents. Plain and simple people that provides food, shelter, and your needs. That was it.

As of now, you were seated next to Ned. His earphones plugged in as his nose scrunches as he giggles on what he’s watching. You buried yourself in the mystery novel you’re currently reading. You live for thrillers and mystery, considering you want to be a detective when you grow up. Then, again, you’re parents wants you to be a lawyer like them. You fought and argued yourself out of that situation. At the end of the day, they still are giving you tips on being a lawyer, giving you lessons, books, etc.

Peter is behind you, scrolling through his broken phone. His hands were resting near your perfectly brushed hair. Like at home, your friendship with Peter is also awkward. Everything is normal but, at the same time, something feels different. To not see him for a long time breaks your heart. The worst part? You didn’t say goodbye. You only got to say goodbye to Ned since Peter wasn’t at school the day you were leaving. You knew where he was, you just didn’t want to bother him. He was out in the city, doing backflips and saving people in need. You know his secret, having to catch him red-handed one night sneaking into his bedroom when he’s almost late for his curfew.

You told him you were going to stop by his house to do a project for English class. Aunt May let you in because, obviously, she doesn’t have a clue on where he is. She was preparing to cook so you went to Peter’s room and read. The sun just went down when the window creaked, making you almost jump. You hid on the corner of Peter’s bed, under the top bunk. You watched with confusion as a person in a red jumpsuit crawls on the ceiling. You recognized the suit. It’s Spider-man! You were, at first, astonished by the city’s hero himself. Afterward, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What was Spider-man doing in Peter’s bedroom? You watched with your own eyes. From him crawling on the ceiling to sneakily closing the door with his spiderweb. And, which surprised you, gasps for air as he takes off his mask. From that day, you swore to Peter you’d never tell anyone about his deep and big secret.

Well, not until Ned did the same and found out his secret too.

Everything was peaceful until you hear Peter turn around, almost scratching the leather seat. You tilted your head to see, only to get a glimpse of Peter’s goosebumps and a flying doughnut with smoke destroying the city. His hands rummaged for Ned’s face and said, “I need you to cause a distraction,” with all the superhero panic. You stood up, went to Peter’s seat to let Ned cause a distraction. You already know the protocol.

“We’re all going to die!” Ned screams out of his seat, causing the students in the bus to open their windows and watch the unknown spaceship invading their city. The bus now murmured in terror or shocked. As you can see from your fellow classmates, they were only paying attention to the distant spaceship. You also saw Peter grab his backpack and turned to you before proceeding to the emergency window.

“I’ll be back,” he said, feeling his spidey senses tingling even more. He was about to put on his mask when you stopped him. You grasp his wrist before he leaves.

“Can I come?” you asked. Peter seemed troubled. He didn’t want you, or Ned, to be anywhere that flying doughnut. Also, he was confused about why you wanted to go. It’s not like you have something to help fight the alien spaceship.

“Why? (Y/N), I can’t risk you getting near that thing, okay?” his eyes showed pure concern and worry. “You’re not going and you’re staying here.” With his command, he flew out of the bus with his mask on. This angered you, but you know the consequences. You don’t have anything to protect yourself like Spider-man. You didn’t have powers to be a hero. But, not all heroes have powers. Just like not all heroes wear capes.

Just as Peter didn’t take you with him, he went to the city as fast as he multi-task into changing into his suit. He saw it with his own eyes. The city dangered: few people hiding in the shops, things flying due to a high-speed wind from the spaceship, and Mr. Stark about to get hit by a gigantic and tall alien. The alien looked like the Hulk, but he was nowhere in a good intention to save the city. He was there to destroy it.

Thwip! Peter entered the scene as he slides underneath the megalithic weapon and preventing it from destroying Tony Stark. “Hey, man,” Peter yells rather gleefully to the Hulk-like alien. He took a glimpse back at his mentor. “Hey, Mr. Stark!”

Tony sat up and asks, “Kid, where’d you come from?” His voice was shaken and stirred.

“Field trip to MoMA-” just like that, Peter was thrown mid-conversation to the splashing water fountain. He walked it off and swings back to the fight.

“What is this guy problem, Mr. Stark?”

Tony lasers the alien with his nanotechnology. “He’s from Space. He came here

to steal a necklace from a wizard.”

Peter jumps behind the alien but gets stuck in between its weapon. “Oh yeah?” but instantly gets thrown again. The alien throws him as Tony lasers him through his hand repulsors. The alien has a shield blocking him and, on his other hand, has half of a taxi ready to throw at the flying Tony. Tony misses and Peter takes the flying taxi then throws it at the alien, which made the alien plopped to the ground. Tony was, once again, on the grass and the alien took an attempt to crush him. The genius philanthropist makes a shield and sees the wizard plastered on a flying brick wall like a clock or a painting.

“Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it!” he says, still holding the shield from the alien.

“On it!” says Peter, following the floating alien and the wizard. He follows the unknown alien and, as he was closer, a billboard comes flying to his face, making him fall to the road. “Not cool,” he says to himself.

The red cape of the wizards comes flying out of the wizard’s unconscious body. The gray alien struggles to catch it, which was a great endeavor to save the wizard. Peter almost saved the wizard but a blue light comes down and sucks the wizard up into the spaceship. He shoots a web to a street lamp post, fighting the heavy pull of the spaceship. Peter’s muscles were flexed, he feels his veins almost getting ripped off. Despite the effort, the wizard and Peter are sucked into the flying spaceship. “Uh, Mr. Stark? I’m being beamed up.”

“Hang on, kid!” Panic rushed through Peter’s mind. All the years of being a hero, saving people, it’s been a tough life. Peter dreads in panic sometimes when he’s getting almost killed or, in this case, getting beamed up. Fortunately, one of the things that gets Peter’s panic out of the way is luck.

You flip into the light, having no sense around the fact that you’re getting beamed up too. You try to freeze the entrance, but the force was too powerful. A muffled grunt escapes your mouth. “Dad?” you said, “I’m also getting beamed up.” You were shaking. You’ve been to missions before yet those were just simple ones. Those missions didn’t have anything alien in them since you weren’t allowed to go to those missions. You’re father forbid you to.

On Tony’s screen, there are two dots blinking. The two dots show yours and Peter’s location. To his confusion, Tony asks, “(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” As a father, he cares about your safety and where you are, which is why he doesn’t allow you to participate in any of the dangerous missions.

“I just want to be sucked up to an alien spaceship,” you scoff, “Obviously, I’m trying to save Peter’s ass!”

“Now is not the right time to be sarcastic with me, (Y/N)!”

The spaceship is now on the sky, far away from the part of the city they just destroyed. You try and catch up with the spaceship, traveling up to Space in a hurry. You see Peter crawling on the side of the ship, breathing for air. You look down, Tony Stark flying up to you.

“Peter, let go. I’m going to catch you, okay?” you called to him, knowing he doesn’t have a clue who’s behind the other iron suit. “Pete, you’re running out of air. You’re way too high up!” You watch your poor best friend gasp for air, his chocolate hair flying with the wind.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “That makes sense.” His body starts to fall and his eyes closed shut. This was a fear of yours. Like your father, you are afraid of either of your best friend’s deaths while you could’ve saved them. You’ve dreamt about it, had nightmares that kept you awake at night. You were like your dad when you were younger. Then, as you adjusted and grew mature, having to experience even just a little of the missions is a terrifying fear.

“ALEXA, open Mark 15.” ALEXA is the AI you created. When there was a new technology for the world to open people’s blinds or take a view of their front porch camera, you turned the system of the Amazon Alexa into something much cooler. Amazon wasn’t too far behind into creating the whole system into an AI.

A seemingly looking box comes straight out of the side building of the Avengers Tower upstate. You added extra blast when you were creating it. You actually named it ‘Mark 15’ because you originally planned it as Peter’s birthday gift when he turns 15. Now might have been a good time to bring the suit, much better than what your father created for Peter. Well, as you allow yourself to tease the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist about it.

The box, flying like a hawk, saves the falling boy and forms the suit smoothly- just as you planned it. Peter abruptly stands up from his previous state and stands proudly. “It smells like a new car in here!” Peter compliments, just like you expected. You and Tony float just near the entrance of the spaceship.

“Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home,” commands Tony as you were about to inform him that he doesn’t have control on the suit you created. Then, you were stopped when a parachute was formed and turned Peter like a helpless balloon.

“Dad!” you argued. The mask covering your face went back, just like the new Iron Suit. “Since when did you toyed with my creations?”

Tony took off his mask, too. “And, since when did you toyed with my creations? Last time I checked, that suit you’re wearing is a prototype.” Tony heated his laser and used it to cut a piece to enter. “You, missy, is going to go home and stay with Pep. Tell her that I’m going to be fine. Also, I already told your fake lawyer parents that you’re with me.”

“No, Dad. I’m not going back home. I’m staying here with you and fight this. Whatever it takes.”

“Nope, you’re not, (Y/N). End of discussion.” He says, entering the ship. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, send her home.” Just like Peter, a parachute formed behind your back and flew you away from your father. You couldn’t argue even if you wanted to. You resisted the urge because you know that, despite how much you put into arguing, he will always win.

No. Matter. What.

Although, since when did children wasn’t so stubborn?

You activated your claw protocol and stick the pointy nails onto the spaceship before you fly home. You take off the parachute and breathed for air, not having enough air inside of the electronic mask. You sneaked into the spaceship, somewhere your father can’t see that you were in there. You know for a fact he’ll freak out and scold you for not listening to him. By now, your father should have learned that you don’t listen to anyone but your mother. Everyone listens to Pepper. Even the most stubborn ones. Ever since you were born, you’ve basically treated Pepper like your mother, right before her and your father got married. They were married before you left for ‘boarding school’. You didn’t tell anyone, not even Peter nor Ned, about where you went. You planned to tell your loyal friends, but you couldn’t. Safety wise.

Once you were inside the spaceship, you are hiding behind a pile of items that were stacked up like a mountain. You first see the wizard and the gray alien talking. The gray alien is using his powers to slowly give the wizard pain. You hear ALEXA beep, identifying an incoming call. It was Pepper with her contact name as ‘Mama Pep’. You huffed and ignored it, realizing you shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t want her to worry about you being on the ship, in mind that she’s already is worried. You then see Peter and your father talking. Your father looks a bit mad, considering he told Peter to go home. You sneakily walked up to the stairs and into the mini balcony with the overviewing view of the gray alien and the wizard. You eavesdropped but kept an eye on the wizard, as well.

“You should not be here,” Tony points with his index finger. Weirdly enough, a floating red cape beside him.

“I was gonna go home-” Peter starts.

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

“-But, it was just a long way down and I just thought about you-”

“And, now I gotta hear it.”

“-And, I kind of got stuck on the side of the ship, and this suit is… ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So, if anything it’s kind of your fault that I’m here.” You quietly giggled on the corner of how adorable he is, rambling about how intriguing his new suit is. It’s also quite charming he likes the suit you created for him. And, that he thinks your father created it, which you rolled your eyes at.

“What did you just say?” Tony turns to him as did the red cape. It seems like it can move and react like a person.

“I take that back,” Peter defended himself, “ And, now I’m here in Space.”

“Yeah,” Tony took a step forward, “Right where I didn’t want you to be. This isn’t Coney Island. This isn’t a field trip. It’s a one-way ticket, you hear me? Don’t pretend like you’ve thought this through. You could not have possibly thought this through.”

“No, I did think this through.”

“You could not have possibly thought this through,” Tony repeated.

“You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there’s no neighborhood.” Peter pauses for a moment. “Okay, that doesn’t really make sense, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

Tony pauses, accepting he can’t do anything to bring Peter home or do anything about this additional situation. Not until he got another additional situation.

“Also, who was that other iron suit that tried to save me earlier?” Peter asks.

“Classified information for you, kid. You don’t need to know that.”

“Actually,” you stepped out of the hidden corner, “he does.” Your mask is off, revealing your rumpled hair and your flushed face, mentally preparing to get scolded by your real father.

“(Y/N)?” Peter exclaims, “What are you doing here? I told you to stay down on the bus.” His eyes landed immediately on your suit. “Also, what are you doing with this suit?” His eyes screamed worry and excitement.

“A lot to explain, Pete,” you sigh,” but later. We have a mission to do.” Just as Peter steps out of your way, you have another person in line who needed to talk to you. “Hey, Dad,” you mumbled. You got a glimpse of Peter, whose eyes are wide like he’s seen a ghost. In disbelief, Peter’s mouth shaped into an ‘o’ for a few moments. Ever since kindergarten, he believed your parents are just strict and worshiped lawyers. He was, though, puzzled about how crazy rich your family is. He didn’t care whether you’re rich or, like him, plain, simple New Yorker. Regardless, everything makes sense, now. Tony Stark is your father!

“Dad?” Peter stumble upon his words, “What- why- how?”

You cocked your head towards him, “I told you. A lot to explain, but we’re saving that for later.”

“(Y/N), what on Earth are you doing here?” You now see something you’ve been seeing ever since you were a little girl. A mischievous little girl underneath the act of innocence. “I sent you home!”

“Like Peter, I was gonna go home,” you physically used your arms to explain. “But, unlike Peter, since when did I ever listen?” You scoff, a normal protocol of the Stark family arguing.

Tony sighs, also knowing he can’t do anything about this situation. “Your stubbornness will have consequences, (Y/N)! I thought Pep already talked to you about this, and you always listen to your mother, don’t you?”

“As you said, Dad, I’m stubborn! I can’t change it! It’s in my genes, my blood.”

Tony seemed done with your behavior. Again, quite normal. “Okay, we’ll talk about this later,” he turns to the wizard and the gray alien, “Come on, we got a situation.” Peter crouches to the sufferable torture happening as you stood beside your father. You thought about a plan until a brilliant one popped up in your head.

“Okay, Dad, Pete,” you huddled the two men to your side, “You ever this really old movie Aliens?” Peter’s expression lights up.

He snaps his fingers and points them to you. “Exactly what I was thinking! Same minds think alike.” He reaches his hands to you for a high-five. You accepted it with a wide smile on your face. You feel normal again. Peter and (Y/N), a comedic duo pops in your head. Ned has always teased the two of you about it then you’d return it as Ned and Peter, the more comedic duo. Friends, you’ve missed them.

You and Peter explains the plan as the gray alien adds another glass needle to the wizard. “Painful, are they?” says the alien with its deep voice. “They were originally designed for microsurgery. And any one of them-” Tony lands behind the gray alien, his hand repulsors ready to open fire. “-could end your friend’s life.”

“I gotta tell you, he’s not really my friend. Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy.” The gray alien slowly walks towards Tony, summoning metal objects behind him.

“You’ve saved nothing. Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.” Ego, you thought behind a corner as Peter is hiding on the other side, What’s up with villains having their ego boost when they know they’re about to get their ass beat?

“Yeah, but the kids seen more movies.” Tony shoots a rocket on the side of the ship via his shoulders. From the alien’s right side, everything is being sucked out with depressurization. The alien gets sucked out of the spaceship along with his metal objects. The red cape attempts to save its master but failed. Peter shoots a web, but it breaks. He shoots one again, almost getting sucked in with the alien.

“Yes!” he exclaims. Spider legs are formed from his sides. “Wait, what are those?” Peter leaps back into the spaceship while intact with the wizard and his red cape. You stepped in and freezes the hole with nanine to close it. Just like you all agreed on. Tony breaks, Peter saves, and you freeze. Everything went smoothly accordingly to plan. Peter lands on the ground and finds the red cape next to him. “Hey, we haven’t officially met,” he offers a handshake to the cape, which made you chuckle. The cape declines and proceeds to the wizard’s back. “Cool.”

“We gotta turn this ship around,” the wizard suggests.

“Yeah, now, he wants to run,” Tony claps back.

“No, I want to protect the stone,” the wizard argues. Tony walks towards the viewport, the big window.

Irritated, Tony says, “And, I want you to thank me, now. Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“For what? Nearly blasting me off to space?”

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.”

“Admit it. You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.”

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you.”

“And, due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut- billions of miles away from Earth- with no backup.”

Just like that, you and Peter joined the argument by saying, “I’m back up,” simultaneously.

Tony turns to the two teenagers. “No, you’re both stowaways.” He waves a finger between himself and the wizard. “The adults are talking.”

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationships here. Wh-what are they, your wards?” the wizard says.

“No,” Peter stretches his hands for a handshake, “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Doctor Strange.”

Peter backed up a step and lowers his hand, “Oh, we’re using our made-up names. Um, I’m Spider-Man, then.” Doctor Stranger turns to you, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m his daughter,” you point to Tony, maintaining his silence through the whole introduction. “(Y/N).”

“This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing’s an autopilot,” Tony informs, looking at the system. Doctor Strange walks closer to him.

“Can we control it? Fly us home?” For a second, Tony didn’t respond. His mind went straight to memory lane, the memory where he’s been remembering for years. The time where he went up to Space, placing a missile before the portal closes. The one memory that gives him trauma, anxiety attacks, keeps him awake late at night. “Stark?”

You noticed this. You’ve been worried about your father ever since he came back home that day. His face was flushed. You were there, too. When he experienced his first nightmare. His first flashback. “Dad? You okay?”

“Yeah? Yeah.”

“Can you get us home?” Doctor Strange asks.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking. I’m not so sure we should.”

“Under no circumstances can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos. I don’t think you quite understand what’s the stake here.” Tony steps near Doctor Strange.

“No,” he starts, “It’s you who don’t understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he went and sent that army to New York and now, he’s back! And, I don’t know what to do. So, I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him in our own turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least, on his turf, he’s not expecting it. So I say, we take the fight to him. Doctor, do you concur?”

Doctor Strange pauses. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But, you have to understand, if it comes to saving you or the kids or the Time Stone, I will not hesitate into letting either of you people die. I can’t because the fate of the universe depends on it.”

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We’re straight.” Tony steps over Peter, formally tapping both of Peter’s shoulders with the edge of his hands. “Alright, kid. You’re an Avenger, now.” Tony walks away with Peter in disbelief of what his mentor just said. But, then, stands proud with his pride and determination. You were only a few meters away from the ‘pledge’. Overwhelming happiness flows through you. You remembered how Peter would always talk about how he’s going to do the legendary superheroes proud if he becomes an Avenger.

You walk up to Peter, your nose scrunching from the bright smile you’re giving. You leaped to hug him. “Congrats!” you quietly squeal. You hear Peter return the smile. It’s been like this ever since your friendship with Peter started. When Peter won his first Science Fair, ended up getting a little mad at him since you placed second as he placed first. It didn’t matter to you that one of your best friends is the competition. You just want them happy, even if you can’t give some to you.

When Peter let go, he requested an explanation. “Hey, this might be a good time to explain why Tony Stark is your father and why you’ve been hiding this from me and Ned.” You paused, contemplating if this is the right time; which isn’t, since you’re stuck in Space with your father, Peter, and a wizard. “Please?” He gave those manipulative puppy eyes. You couldn’t hold back to those chocolate eyes that twinkle, which makes your heart flutter.

“Okay,” you sigh, “Fine.” You and Peter sit down on the corner, your legs both crossed. “Okay, where do you want to start?”

“The start. The beginning of it all.”

“Which is?”

“Why’d you lie about being the daughter of Tony Stark when you know you could trust me?”

“Get cozy, children, we might have time to spare. According to the location, this ship is going to Titan,” Tony advised, his back turned from the children, back at the viewpoint with Doctor Strange.

“Okay, Sherlocks,” you say and returning to the starting conversation. “So…”

~To be continued~

(PART TWO COMING SOON)

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Peter Parker: Crashing Your Field Trip-Chapter 4: Vacation Day 2

Peter was the first to wake up, again. He looked over to the bed harboring his two legally responsible adults, both still sleep, both lightly snoring. Grabbing his phone off of the nightstand next to his hotel bed and saw that he had three new messages. One from Ned, one from M.J. and one from aunt May. May was just checking up on him, making sure he was alright and Tony hasn't gone overboard with the whole thing and if Stephen has been keeping him in check. M.J. was poking fun at him, she sent a picture she drew of him all star-y eyed when referring to Tony and him blushing when it was mentioned. Ned was just sending him memes.

He was on his phone for about 5 minutes before Ned texted him again asking if he was coming downstairs for breakfast today? He texted back saying he'd be down in a few. Slipping his sneakers on he went over to the side Stephen was sleeping on and gently shook him awake.

"Yes Peter?" He said in a groggy voice.

"I'm going downstairs to have breakfast with Ned and M.J."

Stephen eyes shot open and looked at Peter, almost hesitant to answer. He eventually nodded and allowed Peter to go. He got downstairs to the dinning area and immediately found his friends. This time they sat in the back in a corner table to, hopefully, avoid Flash's momster of a mother. They talked for a while before she found them and she stormed over, this time, with one of the teachers who was caring a clipboard with papers attached to it.

"See." She said stopping in front of them. "He's here. Why is he here?" She asked in a very angry tone.

The teacher, Mrs. Feltsworth, looked down at Peter confused. She looked down at the clipboard, flip through the pages then fixed her thick rim Harry Potter glasses on her face.

"He's not our list. I assume he's here for a different reason."

"I don't care what his reason to be here is I want him gone." She demanded.

Behind her was Flash and his father. Flash appears to be angry and Peter couldn't tell if it was because he was here or because his mother was causing a scene. Again. Her husband, on the other hand, was a little flush in the face and looking away. Like he was trying put a distance between him and his wife. Poor guy.

"Ma'am I can't do that if he's not with us." Mrs. Feltsworth explain.

"Then get me someone who can." She demanded yet again.

Someone clearing his throat behind them is what caught all of their attention. Upon looking past Flash's family Peter could see an upset Doctor Strange, however Stephen's expression didn't seem to bother Flash's mother all that much.

"Can we help you?" She asked with some venom in her voice.

"I'm here to collect my kids. Peter, are you okay?" He asked sending Peter a soft look.

The teen nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good."

"I'm sorry, may I asked who you are?" Mrs. Feltsworth said fixing her glass on her face once again.

"I'm sorry, my name is Dr. Stephen Strange. I'm a friend of Peter's aunt. I'm here with him on his vacation." He stated shaking the hand of Mrs. Feltsworth.

"I'm Peter's English teacher, Mrs. Feltsworth."

"Wait, what. You can't be serious, you think we're going to let you take him?" Mrs. Thompson piped up in her anger.

Strange raised one of his eyebrows. "It's not like you can stop me."

"Excuse Me?" Mrs. Thompson got close to Strange to the point where she would almost be in his face if it weren't for her husband stepping between them to stop her.

"Peter's 16. He's more then capable to of telling someone he needs help if he felt he was in danger."

"You could be threatening him."

"Why would you care? Yesterday you were so pissed that he was even here that when you grabbed him you left a bruise." Stephen pointed out.

She went pale. It was true and if it wasn't for Peter's sped up healing process it would still be there. Mrs. Thompson tried to say something else but all that happen was that she open and closed her mouth a few times before Stephen got bored of staring at her impression of fish.

"Come on Peter, Tony said he has something to do today before we continue you vacation." He said.

Peter said good bye to his friends and slipped his way past Flash and his family but his mother apparently wasn't finished with her antics. She grabbed Peter by the arm, just like yesterday, except her yelling was aimed at Stephen and not him. That didn't fly with the great Doctor.

"Wait just a minute, you two are not going anywh-"

"You get your hands off of him before I get security." Strange said with venom in his tone.

Peter is guessing that the fact that someone said something to her with the same tone she gave them. Her grips loosens and Peter was able walk up to Stephen and the two of them went back to their room. On their way back Stephen told Peter that he's isn't allowed to go to the dinning hall by himself anymore. " Not while she's there at-least." Peter nodded, understanding why, getting grabbed isn't exactly something he likes happening.

"Where are we going today anyway?" Peter asked stepping out of the elevator with Stephen and walking down the hall to their door.

"Tony said he was going to have a quick meeting with someone then after that we were going to walk around, see a movie, and order some room service."

"Cool."

When they got to the room Tony was already dressed and talking on the phone with someone. He kissed Stephen's cheek and ruffled Peter's hair before continuing to speak to whoever was on the phone.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few." He said and then hung up the phone.

°°°°

They arrived at a big building and, upon entering, were greeted by a main with grey balding hair in a black suit and a lady in a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and black heels. Peter took in his surrounding, see it as some sort of indoor zoo thing for smaller animals.

"Mr. Stark! Thank you so much for coming, I'm so sorry for interrupting your vacation with your" The guy looked behind Tony to see Stephen standing there, looking back, and Peter looking at everything with childlike wonder. "family."

"No problem, so long as the problem is short and quick to fix we should be out of here in no time." He said with a smile.

"Thank you. In the mean time your son and husband can look around while they wait." He offered.

Peter looked at the guy, smile very brightly, turned one direction and took off, smushing his face against the glass holding small ferret like animals. Stephen gave a smile in Peter's direction and Tony snapped a quick picture before walking off with the guy and his secretary. Stephen walked up to Peter and gently pulled he back far enough so that his face wasn't pressed to the glass, who knows what's on it.

"What do you think they are?" Peter asked.

They look like they could be ferrets but they were red and black and their faces weren't as long as a ferrets was.

"According to the plaque their red panda's" Stephen said.

"Cool" Peter took out his phone and turned off his flash so he doesn't spook the small things.

Snapping a couple picture and taking a selfie with one that came up to the glass the two of them continued on there way. Peter was so star struck by the place that he didn't even notice his decathlon team walk in or the angry look Flash and his mother were giving them. Stephen noticed though and smirked back at them. Stephen and Peter walked around the building a for close to 2 hours, taking photos and selfies with other small and cute animals and even some of the not so nice ones before Tony reappeared before them with a happy smile on his face, along with dirt and some mysterious substance that Stephen will point out later, with the guy behind him. Peter was looking at the much larger, and more known, black and white pandas.

"Hey Pete, you two having fun?" Tony asked.

Peter hummed a happy response, not looking away from the big furry bears hanging in the trees.

"Good."

Stephen looked in front of him to see the spider teen's decathlon team walking up with their tour guide. The guy is showing the the tigers that a cage or 2 down from where they were standing. In the middle of the guy telling facts about the tigers one girl noticed Tony and pointed it out to the older lady with her, Tony guessed her mother but he didn't want to assume. It didn't take long before the all were staring at the billionaire and Tony didn't either notice or were trying to ignore it.

"Hey Pete, how would you like to play with the red panda's?" Tony asked.

That caught the teens attention, causing him to turn around so fast that he would've fell if Strange hadn't been there to catch him. "R-Really?" He asked.

"Yep. As a thank you for being so patient with us. I saw that you liked them in particular." The guy with the balding hair said.

Peter sputtered and struggled to make a coherent sentence, getting stuck between a "thank you" and a "yes I would" before Tony cut in.

"That means yes."

"Great, please follow me."

The three followed the guy to a door. A person with caramel skin and black hair pulled into a ponytail opened in and gave them each a small bucket filled with what was clearly bamboo, berries, fruit, what looked like dry dog food, grass, some sort of leaf things and some other stuff. Inside the red panda's were on the ground with a few up in the trees.

The person tapped Peter's shoulder to get his attention. "Shake the bucket, that usually get's their attention."

Peter did as suggested and almost all of them came running to the teen. He knelt down and began feeding them. In no time at all Peter was sitting on the ground with the small panda's walking and crawling all over the kid and he was just loving. Petting their soft fur and laughing when sniffed near or behind his neck and/or ear. Tony and Stephen were standing off to the side recording the cute behavior. Tony leans over and whispers to Stephen "How much convincing would it take for May to let him get one."

"No Tony."

"Why not? I know you'd let me have one."

"How do you know that?"

"I know how to convince you." A smirk formed on Tony's face as he gave Stephen the bedroom eyes which earned him an eye roll.

A few more minutes of laughing, petting, cuddling, and feeding the Panda's it was time for them to go before the tour of other teens got here. Tony thanked the guy and Peter did the same while trying to get one of the sneaky ones from hiding in the hood of his hoodie-shirt. One the little thing was out and safely on the ground the trio left. The rest of the day was uneventful. They walked around, saw some sights, took more pictures and selfies, saw a movie and headed back to the hotel. It was around 10:30 pm when they returned. Tony and Stephen sat down at a bench to rest their feet for a bit and while they were resting Peter spotted Ned and his dad heading into the dinning hall and began walking over to them. Ned saw Pete and said something to his dad before waiting for his best friend.

"Hey, Ned. What's up?" Peter asked.

"Nothing compared to you. You got to play with red panda's" Ned exclaim.

"You heard that?"

"No, it's on his Instagram."

"Huh?"

Ned went through his phone and pulled up the video Tony took of him and the panda's and showed him the picture they took while out. Some were selfies, some he took of him with a couple of him not noticing that. Peter didn't get much time to talk about it because Ned's dad called them. They said their good byes and Peter caught up with his two legally responsible adults up to their rooms. They ordered room service but Peter was out like a light before it showed up. Stephen woke him up because, despite that he wanted Peter to get his res, they've out all day, he needs something in his stomach. The teen ate a bit then fell back asleep dreaming of cute little red and black ferret like animals roaming all over.

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Late, late, I know I forgot, please forgive! I'll draw a cute picture of Peter for you just don't yell at me.

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jpat82 · 5 years ago

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Secret World

Chapter 12

The next morning I stood in the office awkwardly next to Happy who had a permanent scowl on his face. It had been there since last night, some guy with sandy hair had fake birth certificates and everything all ready by the time we pulled up to the compound. Wanda had a backpack sitting next to the elevator door, and a bag of brand new clothes on the table for me. It was all I could not to want to cry, I hadn't had people like this around me before.

And now I stood next to a very unhappy Happy as he finished signing me in, Peter standing outside the office biting his bottom lip eagerly as he watched, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Alright Mr. Hogan, your daughter is all signed up. You said you like for her to stick with Peter Parker, is that correct?" The secretary asked smiling at him.

"If that's okay." He responded gruffly.

"Well, he's in quite a few advance classes, do you think your up to it.." She looked down and read my name again before looking back up to me. "Echo?"

"I'll be fine. I'm a pretty quick learner." I smiled, have to be quick. Other wise I would still be wandering around lost in this damn world. Actually, if I wasn't quick I would be crawled up in a straight jacket somewhere.

"Alright, well first period is about to start." She stated, I turned to look at Happy who just grimaced.

"Stay out of trouble." He growled as he turned toward the door, I followed him out and walked over to Peter.

"I can't believe that worked." I stated shaking my head as follows Petter through the packed halls.

"And you doubted me.. Echo Hogan." He chuckled to himself.

"How?" I laughed as we started going up a set of stairs.

"I called up a couple of people right after Happy pulled away last night. Clint is really good about getting false documents. And Wanda was really eager to help, they all were." Peter shrugged.

"You should of seen Happy's face last night when Clint walked up with the papers and told him Congratulations its a girl." I giggled.

"I'm totally going to have to have Friday pull that video up." Peter laughed again.

"Hey Parker!" A male voice shout from some where behind us, Peter stopped dead in his tracts and groaned looking up at the ceiling. "Who's your tag along?"

"And that is?" I asked leaning closer to Peter while looking over my shoulder in the direction of the guy.

"Flash." Peter replied simply. "It's a new student."

"Poor girl and she was paired up with you?" The guy asked as he caught up with us, he slung his arm over my shoulder.

"Penis Parker."

I shook my head trying to throwing the disembodied voice away. It was no doubt this kids voice and the fact he took to making fun of Peter made my blood boil.

"Come on Parker, if your such good friends with Spider.."

I couldn't take it and threw his arm off me immediately.

"Don't touch me again." I growled lowly enough this kid could here.

"What's your problem?" Flash snapped, his brows pinching together as stepped a head of us and turned stopping both Peter and I.

"Just don't want you to touch me." I rolled my eyes at him. I looked over at Peter, his lips formed a thin line as he looked over to me and then back at the idiot standing in front of us.

"Look Flash, we got to get to class, and I wanted show Echo her locker before we had to get there so if you'll excuse us." Peter stayed, grabbing my hand and pulling me around the other guy.

"Aunt May, you gotta meet her."

I almost stopped dead in my tracks, suddenly I felt like I had invaded his personal space. Listening to a conversation that I shouldn't have. The moment was brief before he released my hand after we had passed Flash. He gave me a small smile and continue to press forward though the sea of teenagers.

"So, your in advance classes, how many?" I asked as I struggle to keep up, trying to keep focused on him. Students bumped into me, multiple visions and a canopy of voices rose above the noise becoming almost too much for me. "Peter."

He stopped and looked back, he must of heard the panic in my voice. Suddenly he was right beside, and moved me closer to the wall so I wouldn't bump into as many people. It helped, I wasn't hearing half as much ruckus, but it was still all so overwhelming.

"Echo, are you going to be okay?" Peter whispered, leaning in closer to me.

"Yeah, just, so much going on at once. I need to figure out how to turn it off, I've never had this much at once." I breathed, as he guided me to a nearby class room. A few students had already been seated, and Peter led me to a desk and chair dead center of the room. He sat down behind me, and dropped his bag on under it. Gently I tucked my own under mine as well.

A sharp bell rang as more kids filed in, everyone talking as they found their seats. I saw flash come in second to last and my annoyance sparked again at him.

"Alright class, so it looks like we have a new student. Echo? Did I get that right?" The teacher, her plate of the desk said and Vandamort, asked while looking around the room till her eyes landed on me. "Why don't you stand up and tell us about yourself."

Great, not what I really wanted to do.

"Sure." I said a bit sarcastically, I stood and looked around. "I'm Echo Hogan, recently moved here from Brooklyn. This is my first time in a public school."

"And she's Penis Parker's girlfriend." I heard Flash quip out earning a couple of laughs as I was sitting down. I rolled my eyes again as the teacher chided him and resumed class.

It was a discussion on World War Two and the role the Howling Commandos took to help win the war against Hitler. The secret organization known as Hydra and its leader the Red Skull that Steve Rodgers aka, Captain America took to help bring this man to justice. About half way through the class the teacher lowered the lights so she play a video on the tv that rested in the corner. I brought my knees to my chest knowing that the shadows under the desk were dark enough for the shadows to come out.

I felt Peter slide his hand up onto my shoulder, it had a calming effect as my nerves had started to raise. I heard chuckling coming from the side of the room where Flash was and I saw him pointing over toward me and Peter. Anger welled up again inside me, that when I saw the shadow creatures move and skittered around Flash's feet. How wished they would something to him. Nothing too horrible but, enough to wipe that stupid smug smirk off his annoying face.

I turned back to the tv and focused on this history, one that didn't exist in my world. Something I would need to know so I could continue to pass off as normal as possible until I could find my own way home. It amazed me on things were the same yet completely different, all the while Peter softly stroked my shoulder, just barely. It was reassuring at least, having him know the truth.

The bell rang and the teacher flipped on the lights yelling something about page 234. A crash startled me and everyone looked over to see Flash, face first on the ground. Everyone was laughing but I looked toward his feet and saw that his laces had been in tied in multiple knots one after another until none of the shoes strings were alone, they looked like big faint knots. My heart thudded in my chest, as I stared at his shoes till Peter gently grabbed my elbow and led me out into the hallway once again.

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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years ago

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Relief

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 6,456

Request by anon: Could you do a stark!reader, where tony finds drugs in her room. Maybe even some peter parker x reader please

A/N: Warnings: Drug abuse, angsty, yeah I got real with this one. If you’re sensitive to drug use please do not read. Anon, sorry it took so long, to everyone sorry if this is long I wasn’t sure where to split things so I just gave up and made it a big thing. Enjoy I suppose.

You only ever wanted to feel something. To just not be miserable, if only for a little while. Why were you miserable? Well, you didn’t have a perfect life.

The guy you liked refused to date you because he was too busy being Spider-Man.

Your dad, well, he had his own issues, which clashed with your own. Everyone in the world saw the beautiful young woman you were, the one that could have whatever you wanted. But that wasn’t true, sure you had your dad’s money, but you’d give it all for a normal life.

A life that didn’t make you feel like you like you had no control. You could go to a school where ever you wanted. Get a job doing something that didn’t involve working for Stark Industries. A like where you could date the person you liked because the two of you didn’t have more pressing matters holding you back.

You wanted a life where you could feel something other than depressed. Sure you could get medicine for that, but that didn’t make you stop caring about this life that you hated.

You knew you were losing control.

But for some reason, you couldn’t stop yourself.

You sat on your bed, a bag of fine white powder in your hand. You put the tip of your finger between your lips before putting it into the powder. You brought it back up to your mouth and rubbed it into your gums. After repeating several times you started to feel it.

The euphoria that consumed you made you smile. Something you rarely did, when you weren’t high. It did what you wanted it to. It caused you to feel on top of the world. It let you actually get things done that you just couldn’t when you weren’t high.

You put your stash away and set to work. Praying you could get as much done as possible before your high fell and the fatigue hit.

There was a knock on your door, surprising you.

“Y/N,” Your dad said from the other side. He tired the door handle but found it locked, so he waited.

One thing you never did when you were high was be around your dad. You refused. You could have sworn he was gone for the night, but you probably should have double checked that. “Yeah, dad?” You answered, not bothering to even go open your door.

“Did you forget that I need you to come to this meeting tonight?” He asked, he sounded a bit agitated. As he should. This is the third time this meeting had been rescheduled. He didn’t want to blame you, but it pretty much was your fault they had to keep moving them.

Panic filled you, but you tried to remain calm, not that that was easy when you were as high as the tower. “Uh, I’m really not feeling great, do I really need to be there?”

Tony took a breath to try and calm his anger. “Y/N, you need to go. We’ve gone over this. I will not reschedule this meeting again. I’m sorry you don’t feel good, but maybe after the second time I told you to go down to one of the doctors, you would have listened. I’m only going to tell you once. Get out here now.”

You laughed, not really meaning to, but it happened. “I’m 21, don’t talk to me like I’m 5.”

“Stop acting like you’re 5 and I won’t talk to you like you are.” Tony snapped back at you. He didn’t know what your real problem was, and it killed him everyday that his sweet little girl really wasn’t that anymore.

As much of a bad idea as it was, you knew you had to go. So, you stood, a little light headed now, and went to your door. You opened it, walked right past him, and to the elevator.

Tony was fuming. He’d been keeping an eye on you the entire meeting. You went from happy to be there, to clicking your pen a mile a minute, eyes darting around the room, to fast asleep in your seat. He’d dismissed everyone from the meeting. He didn’t even have the patience to wake you. Instead he shut the lights out and went straight down to the lab.

“You okay there, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, he was still there much to Tony’s surprise. He’d been working on a project for a class so he could graduate and finally start working for a living instead of being stuck going to school on top of working part time.

“No, absolutely not. I finally got my daughter to the stupid meeting she’s been skipping and she fell asleep! I don’t understand what her deal is!” He gripped at his graying hair.

Peter wore a solemn frown. He wished he could give Tony some answers, but he didn’t have any. Other than a few thoughts. “I don’t know either, but maybe she’s doing it for attention? Maybe something is wrong that she doesn’t want to talk to you about? Maybe she’s just that depressed…”

Tony threw his arms up in a shrug. “Wouldn’t fucking know! It’s not like she’d talk to me even if I asked her! Things just keep getting worse. Whatever is going on, she’s getting out of control.”

“Is she asleep in her room?” Peter asked.

“No, I left her up in the office. If I woke her it would have just been a fight and I wasn’t moving her. She can deal with a neck ache for falling asleep sitting up. She had no problem falling asleep.” He defended himself, “I know that’s terrible, but I couldn’t do it today.”

Peter nodded while getting up. “I’m going to go wake her. See if she’ll talk to me… if not I’ll make sure she at least get into her bed.” He went over to Tony and clasped a hand on his shoulder.

Tony sighed and glanced up at Peter. “I appreciate it, Pete.”

“You know I’d do anything for either of you,” He stated, making his way out. He found you right where your dad said you’d be. He sighed, not really wanting to wake you either. He’d gladly carry you to your room, but he needed to talk to you. So, he knelt down beside you and gently shook your shoulder.

The scream that left you made Peter flinch. But he was more concerned about you flinging yourself away from him. He reached out and stabled the tilting chair, before you could hit the ground.

Your breaths were short and quick.

“Hey, you’re okay, it’s just me,” Peter said, placing a hand on your thigh.

The feeling sent shivers up your spine. You stared at him for a moment in the dark room. Confusion was etched on your face.

“You fell asleep in some meeting, your dad left you here. I told him I’d get you back to your room,” Peter explained.

Irritation filled your chest. “I can get back to my room myself, thanks.” You didn’t mean to snap at him like that, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want his help of all people. It wasn’t fair that everything he did made you fall harder for him, and at the same time made you more depressed. The itching feeling started in your head and you knew exactly what you’d be doing when you got back to your room. You stood, you figured too fast, but really it was much more than that. The room twisted hard, causing you to lose your balance.

Peter was quick to get up and steady you before you could fall. “Yeah, that really seems okay to me,” he was frowning so deeply at you. And he couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t running a temperature and that your heart rate wasn’t up. “Are you sick?”

You tried pulling away from him, but frankly you didn’t have the energy for it. “I’m fine,” you mumbled. You took another step away and your knees gave out.

He didn’t hesitate to scoop you up after that and begin to carry you to your room.

“I’m fine,” You said again, putting your head on his shoulder. The fatigue was hitting you again, you didn’t even have the energy to put your arms around his shoulders.

“Don’t fall asleep, Y/N. We need to talk about what’s going on with you.”

“Nothing, did my dad put you up to this?” You asked.

Peter sighed, his own frustration starting to leak out. “No, but we’re both concerned about you. It’s obvious you aren’t happy. So, what’s gotten so terrible that you’re acting worse than you ever have? What’s going on?”

You stayed quiet, not even able to form an answer in your head let alone speak any. Sure, you knew what was wrong, but you were now down from your high and you just couldn’t be bothered.

He didn’t say anything else the rest of the way to your room. He gave the door a light tap with his foot to open it before setting you down in your bed. He sat down beside you. “I just want to help you…” He looked down at you, and sighed. You were already asleep. He decided to stay just for a little bit, just to make sure you were okay.

When you started to stir twenty minutes later, he could tell you were having a nightmare. He thought maybe this was your reason for being so off lately.

You hollered as you woke, your body lurched forward. Then you noticed Peter there, and as much as you wished you could let him comfort you, you only felt anger. “Get out.” You stated, your body curling forward, your fingers fisting your hair.

“Wait a sec, Y/N, are you alright?” He asked, ignoring your demand.

“I’m fine! Get the fuck out of my room and lock the door as you go!” You were screaming, and you knew it was unnecessary, especially when you noticed Peter wince. Your shrill voice must really have hurt his super ears.

As much as he didn’t want to leave you, he knew you were in no place to talk right now. “I’ll be back tomorrow if you decide you want to talk, okay?”

“I won’t,” You snapped.

He nodded and finally left your room. Whether it was his spider sense or just his worry about you, didn’t matter. He knew there was more going on than you were going to tell.

And he hoped his hunch was wrong, but he had a feeling he knew what was going on now.

“You were gone for a while,” Tony stated once Peter returned. “She talk to you?”

“No,” Peter told him. He was rather nervous to bring this up to Tony, but he had to get it over with, even if it was just a thought. “Mr. Stark, I might really step out of line here, and if you think that I will totally understand.”

Tony was frowning at him now, he shoved his work aside and focused all of his attention on Peter.

“In all this time that I’ve been Spider-Man, I’ve… I’ve had plenty of encounters with-with drug users…,” He knew it must sound terrible coming out of his mouth. He watched as Tony’s features changed from just a frown to shock and realization to anger.

Peter thought it would be directed at him, but to his surprise Tony stormed right past him. He followed after him all the way to your room. Just as your father was about to enter Peter stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. “Sir,” He whispered. “I really don’t think barging into her room and accusing her is the best idea. I could be completely wrong.”

They both knew he wasn’t.

“I have to find out, Peter. My daughter could be killing herself with drugs and you just want me to pretend we didn’t figure it out?” Tony asked.

“No, I think you need to prove she’s doing them before you accuse her of it. For all we know she could just be sick and it could be deeper than just a cold…”

Tony wanted to groan but he refrained. “Tomorrow I need you to get her out of the penthouse for a few hours. Do whatever you can to get her to leave, even if you have to web her up and carry her.”

Peter wasn’t sure what Tony had planned, but he nodded his head.

“I’m not going,” You told Peter. He’d knocked on your bedroom door at ten in the morning. You had been sound asleep, and now he was requesting you go hang out with him? No.

“Please?” He begged, kneeling down beside your bed. “It’s been a while since your dad’s given me the day off and we’ve gotten to hang out.”

You rolled your eyes and turned over away from him. You didn’t want to hang out with him, it would only cause you more pain. Plus, you were still feeling the aftermath of your high the night before.

He knew he shouldn’t prey on the soft spot you had for him, but he needed to get you out of here. “I miss you… An hour max, please, doll?”

You wanted to cry from the feelings of butterflies in your chest. You hated that he made you feel this way and would never want you. He knew your weaknesses when it came to him. You hated when he called you cute nicknames, just because you really loved them so much.

He knew he shouldn’t have said it, but it’s not like it wasn’t true. And he did enjoy calling you cute names when he could, even if he shouldn’t because it made things harder for both of you. “Please, Y/N?”

You sighed, you mind was craving the for the cocaine hidden in the bottom secret compartment of your nightstand. But when you glanced over your shoulder at Peter, and he was looking at you with sad eyes, you couldn’t say no. “Alright,” you told him.

He smiled and got up from the floor. “Get ready, I’ll be in the lab when you’re ready.”

Your journey with Peter to get brunch was flat quiet. It was driving you mad. By the time you reached the diner you were going to you wanted to turn back out the door and go home.

But, you could do this for him. So, you sat down, ordered your drinks from the much too happy waitress, whom was also giving Peter the flirting eyes.

You rolled your eyes when he smiled back a bit awkwardly and focused on the menu in front of you. You were starving, you knew it was a side effect of the drugs in your system. They decreased your hunger when you were on them, and the opposite when you were down.

Now that you were sat in front of him, Peter really looked you over. He hated himself for not really noticing before. Your eyes no longer held the sparkle he’d first fallen for, they were now covered in makeup in attempt to hide the dark circles under them. Your hands which had been calm as a surgeons shook, just enough for him to notice, but not enough that it would be obvious to everyone. Your shoulders were hunched instead of perfectly straight like they should have been.

He couldn't believe he spent so much time avoiding you to not fall harder for you, and this is what happened in that span of time. He knew he shouldn’t blame himself, but deep down, he knew he had at the least, a small part to do with it.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, pulling him from his thoughts, frowns marred both your faces. “I asked 3 times what you were thinking of getting. If you didn’t want to talk to me, then I don’t get what I’m doing here,” you snapped. You didn’t mean to, but your irritation was growing. The place was moderately busy and your nerves weren’t going to be able to handle it if you didn’t try to focus on something else.

“I’m sorry,” he stated, you tell he meant it. “You just… you look different…”

Surprise flooded you. Was it that noticeable? “No I don’t,” you argued.

“I didn’t ask you out to fight,” Peter informed you. “Forget I said anything. What are you getting to eat?”

You decided to let it go, not having the energy for it anyway. “A waffle, an omelet, bacon, sausage, and fries. Oh, and chicken tenders.”

“You gonna eat all that?” He asked, not actually surprised you were that hungry, but he played like he was.

“Probably, I didn’t eat last night because of that stupid meeting.” You told him.

He nodded in understanding.

When the waitress came back the two of you ordered, she looked confused at all that you were asking for but Peter was sweet to her and she returned her attention to him.

You started out the window beside you, but you didn’t miss the small squeeze she gave to Peter’s arm. You fought the urge to scream.

“Sorry,” he told you. “You know I don’t know how to tell people no to doing stuff like that…”

You rolled your eyes and glared at him. “No, I really don’t. You had such an easy time turning me down.”

Peter blew a breath past his lips. “You know how I feel about you.”

With another hard eye roll you looked away from him once more. “Yeah, whatever.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and only because you were now upset with him did he bother to pull it out. His stomach dropped.

‘She had coke hidden in a drop out of a drawer.’ Was all the message read from Tony. He put his phone away right after that.

“Y/N would you rather be with me, having to deal with me never really having time for you or would you rather be single and still have a chance to find someone that’ll treat you better than I’d ever be able to?” He hated putting it like that, but it was the truth.

You shook your head and met his eyes. “It doesn’t fucking matter what I prefer or how I feel or what you say about it. I’m done talking about this. Was your plan to take me out and make me more miserable than I already am? ‘Cause it’s working real well, Peter.”

“No, I brought you out because I know something’s going on with you. There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened? Why are you so different all of a sudden?” Of course he knew the answer, but you didn’t know that.

“Fuck off,” you said in a low seething tone. “We’re barely even friends anymore, why would I go to you with any of my problems?”

“We might be distant from each other but you know damn well I love you,” Peter poked the table with his index finger, making sure you got the point. He put just a bit too much strength into it causing the whole thing to shake.

Tears filled your eyes, and there was nothing you could do to stop them. His words hurt. “You act like it’s m-y fault that is. And don’t you dare say those words to me again. You don’t love me.”

“Here’s your food,” The waitress said, not even paying you any mind.

You did whip your head even further away, not wanting her to see you crying. The smell of the food made your stomach turn. You needed to get home, you needed to get to your stash and soon.

“Would it change anything if I changed my mind?” Peter asked, softly.

“No,” You spat, grabbing your bag and tossing it over your shoulder. “Because I wouldn’t let you. You’d just end up regretting it. You don’t want to be with me, you’ve made it clear as day. I have to go.” You stood from the table, throwing a hundred down on it before storming out of the diner.

He rushed out after you, catching up to you easily, it’s not really like you had the energy to run, especially from a guy that knew where you lived and had super powers at that. He pulled you aside, you attempted to remove his grip from you, but of course, you couldn’t.

You wiped at your tear streaked face, your makeup not holding up against it.

He frowned at how dark your eyes really were and how your cheeks looked hollow compared to how they used to. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. His hand cradled your head, his cheek resting on it as well. “I’m so worried about you… it shouldn’t have taken me this long. I’m sorry. Can we please just talk about what’s wrong and we can try to fix it?”

“Nothing is wrong Peter,” You sobbed into his chest, you didn’t even believe the lie yourself. Nothing was right.

“Let me help you…”

“I just wanna go h-ome.”

He kissed the top of your head. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to take you back yet, with how upset you were and with what was waiting for you once you got back there, but he couldn’t say no. “Let’s go,” He whispered, tugging you along.

The elevator doors opened up to the living room. To your surprise your dad was sitting there, like he was waiting. However, you ignored him and tried to head straight for your room.

Peter placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“You’re not going anywhere, daughter of mine. Come sit down. Peter, you can go.” Your father was not happy.

“Last I checked, I’m an adult-,” You started to argue, so not in the mood for your dad’s antics.

“Last I checked, you’re the one living off of me and doing drugs in my house. So when I tell you to sit your ass down, you do it.” His voice was straining, like he wasn’t trying to yell, but he was so close.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. There was no way. He couldn’t know.

“D-Did he really make you take me out so he could do this?” You asked Peter.

“This is for your own good,” Peter stated.

“Now Y/N,” You father stated. Dropping your stash of cocaine onto the coffee table.

You couldn’t even argue with him now. You went and sat down in front of him.

Peter offered Tony a sort of half smile, trying to let him know things would be okay before he left.

“I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell it’s doing in your room!” He was mad, he was so mad, and disappointed, you could see it on his face.

You weren’t able to come up with a believable answer, other than the truth. And you weren’t ready to share that in this moment.

“This stops now, do you understand? I don’t know what is going on, and I really hope that at some point you’ll share with me. I know you’ve got a lot going on, so I’m going to give you one chance. One. If you slip up, you aren’t going to like what I’ll have to do, do you understand?”

“Yeah,” You mumbled.

Tony sighed. “I can’t believe instead of talking to someone you just jumped to doing drugs… What in your mind thought this was a good idea? Do you know what this stuff can do to a person? And God, I didn’t even see the signs. Well I did but I thought it was anything else. Thankfully Peter had you figured out before you could get out of hand with this shit.”

“Are you done?” You asked.

Your dad rolled his eyes. “Do you really not care about this?”

“No, not really. It was just something to take the edge off. You’re blowing this out of proportion. And you had no right to go through my things.” You figured your mind found the energy to argue now. His statement about Peter figuring you out riling you up again.

“No, I pay for this place, you live here. I have every right to go through whatever I want, understand? This shit is deathly! What if someone cut it with something? What if you overdosed?! You’re my daughter, do you think I want to lose you to anything, let alone to drugs?”

“Like you and Peter don’t risk your lives every fucking day out there! Like you guys don’t get high off the feeling of being superheroes!” You were screaming now, tears run paths over your cheeks. You glanced at the cocaine sitting before you and your dad. You craved to just reach out and rub the substance into your mouth. To just stop having to think about this.

“Is that it?” Tony asked. “Because I save the world you think it’s okay for you to get fucked up like this? That’s nowhere near the same thing, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not exactly but you don’t care about your life, just like I don’t care about mine so there’s really no difference!”

Tony couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Do not make me call for an ambulance to come and take you to the hospital with how you’re talking right now. Saving the world for the people living in it, is nothing like selfishly taking drugs because you’re depressed!”

“Are we done?” You asked, suddenly.

“Sure. Just so long as you’re done doing this shit. If you want to go talk to someone, I’ll gladly make you an appointment. If you need an antidepressant, we’ll get you something. If you’re more addicted to this drug than I’m hoping you aren’t, we’ll get you to a rehab. But you’re done doing this to yourself. I won’t let you destroy yourself.

You stood and finally made it to your room.

You wanted to just avoid him, but every few hours he’d find you and check on you. And if not him, Peter. Even in the middle of the night.

Your first couple of weeks were tough, the withdrawal hitting you hard.

You were doing pretty okay, you’d started seeing someone, and got out some of your life frustrations.

And you were just starting to feel better. For the most part.

You still had a burst of craving now and again.

It only got worse when your dad and Peter had to go away for Avengers business. You really did try to fight the urge. But it was late one night, and you found yourself making your way to where you knew you could get some. And you did, and you went home, and it was worth it in the moments that followed.

And every time you used after that.

Somehow you managed to get around your dad for a few weeks.

But the inevitable happened.

The three of you were at an event. Nothing out of the ordinary for your life. But when that cute young girl found Peter and started pestering him to dance he just couldn’t get out a no before she was pulling him away.

It broke your heart, sure you could dance with him, but not without it hurting both of you. You could let him go, you could dance with someone else, but you knew what you really wanted to do. You stood from your spot and made your way to the bathroom. You made sure no one was paying attention to you before going in.

You checked the stalls before taking a small lipstick tube from your purse. Just a tiny bit would be enough to take the edge off.

And that tiny bit turned into the whole tube being emptied, just as the bathroom door swung open.

“I knew it.” Your dad said, locking the bathroom door behind him. “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?”

You whimpered and backed yourself up against the wall beside the sink. This high was different, instead of the normal happiness you would be filled with, it was a flood of anxiety. Your father’s loud voice throwing you over an edge you didn’t know you could possibly be thrown over.

“Shit,” Tony rushed to your side as you slid to the floor. “Breathe sweetheart, just breathe.”

Peter could tell something was wrong, his spider sense was on full red alert. When he didn’t see you or Tony, he started looking. It didn’t take him long. He found the women’s bathroom door locked, but he could hear you having a melt down and Tony trying to get you to calm down. He gave a hard push to the door right by the lock, successfully breaking the door in.

Tony looked up, glad that Peter came looking for the two of you. “We have to get her out of here without causing a scene.”

The two of them looked to the window that was in the room. They nodded in agreement.

“No, no, no,” You said.

Peter was now hanging on the wall outside the window and your dad was trying to get you up.

“Y/N, you need to go with Peter. He’s got you okay?” Tony tried to convince you.

“N-o,” You said again.

“Doll, come on, we need to get you home, okay?” Peter offered, extending his hand through the window.

You just sobbed into your hands, but you didn’t fight anymore as Tony picked you up and passed you through the window to Peter.

He shifted you just enough to be holding you properly and gave a nod to your dad before shooting a web to another building and gliding off towards the tower. He landed on the ground behind the tower and carried you all the way up to your room.

“Pl-please don’t go,” you whispered as he set you down on your bed.

He brushed back some of your hair from your face and wiped some tears off your cheeks. “I’m right here, doll. I’ve got you. Think you can get yourself changed?”

You shook your head, knowing you wouldn’t be able to. “I-it’s fine.”

Peter sighed shaking his head. He went over to your dresser, found the softest shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. When he returned to your side he helped you sit up.

You slumped forward into him, you were coming down hard and fast.

He unzipped your dress and slid your arms from it before pulling it up over your head. You were so much thinner than the last time he’d seen you in a bathing suit. He hated that it took him so long before this to realize it. He didn’t dwell on those thought as he slid the shirt over your head and pulled your arms through it. He slid off your high heels and pulled your shorts up, lifting you up slightly with one arm to make it easier.

You felt like a doll with Peter dressing you. Frankly, you were extremely embarrassed, but you couldn’t say anything about it. When he laid you back down he pulled your blanket up over you. You whimpered when he stepped away, not wanting him to leave.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere,” He unbuttoned his shirt, his undershirt was snug against his torso and arms. His belt was next, then his shoes and pants. He slid into your bed from the other side and pulled you into him. It was the only think he could think of to do for you. It was all he could do to comfort himself that you weren’t alright, but you could be if only he did a little better.

It wasn’t long before you were asleep.

The following morning you woke to Peter stroking your hair.

Tears filled your eyes. This shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t feel obligated to be here like this. “You should go,” You whispered.

“I’m not leaving your side again until I know for sure you’re never going to use again,” He stated, sounding serious as ever.

You tried to push him away but he held onto you.

“Well,” Your dad said, you weren’t sure when he entered your room but it was awkward with Peter holding you like this. “That won’t be for long, Peter.” He tossed a stack of papers onto the bed.

Peter sat up and pulled you with him.

You picked the papers up, your heart sank. “No-”

“I know you don’t want this,” He started. “But it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up in an hour and you can get clean.”

They were for a three week stay at a rehab. You looked up at him with watery eyes.

“I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” His face was solemn.

“It’s for the best,” Peter whispered.

They were a hard three weeks. Your withdrawal was much worse than it was the last time. However, you got through it. You felt good, maybe not great, but stable. As you were signing your release papers someone tapped your shoulder. Turning around you found a bouquet of flowers in front of you and behind them was Peter.

“Hey,” he said simply.

“Hi,” you replied, glancing up at him.

He offered you the flowers.

“How are you feeling?” Tony asked, coming up behind Peter. He elbowed the young man. “I know you were excited to see her, but you didn’t have to run ahead.”

You smiled softly, taking them, your heart fluttered at the fact that he wanted to see you so badly. “I’m feeling better, dad. Thank you for this… I couldn’t see what I was doing to myself… I was trying to solve problems that didn’t need to be solved like that.”

Tony opened his arms to you, you stepped into him and hugged him tight. He kissed the top of your head.

When you finally released him, you stepped back, immediately Peter was pulling you into him.

“Fuck, I missed you,” He whispered.

“I missed you too,” you said back, the familiar strings in your chest were being tugged. You knew that you needed to distance yourself. If you started back down that road you weren’t sure where it would lead but you were not going to let it lead you back to drugs. You pulled away from him and offered a faint smile.

“Well, I just came to see you released, however I have meetings to get to in California for the rest of the week. I will see you when I get back,” Tony kissed your cheek. “I love you. Peter, take care of our girl.”

“I love you too, dad.” You told him.

“You know I will, Mr. Stark.” Peter said.

Your dad left.

You and Peter made your way to the car.

“Wanna go get lunch?” He asked, opening the car door for you.

“If you want to, I don’t wanna take up your time, I know you’re busy,” You reasoned with him. “I don’t mind if you just take me home.” You got into the car and pulled the door shut before he could answer.

He went and got in on the other side, the driver pulled away from the curb, already heading to go to a certain favorite place of yours for lunch, per Peter’s prior orders. “Tony gave me the rest of the week off. I told him I wanted to spend some time with you and Nova’s gonna take care of the city for me.”

You looked at him surprised. “You didn’t have to do that, Peter. I’m fine really, you don’t need to babysit me. I’m better, promise.”

He shifted some, so he could be closer to you but still look at you easily. “Y/N, you not even being slightly around the past few weeks… I…,” He took a breath and tried again. This time he placed a hand on the one in your lap.

Your eyes snapped down to your hands, then back up to him. “Stop,” You warned, pulling your hand away.

“No, I want to say what I want to say, please?”

You both knew you’d give in.

“Okay, I’m gonna start with, I’m not saying any of this because of what happened. Even though you being away opened my eyes to how stupid I was being, but I’m gonna say this because I think it’s time I stop acting like I’m not in love with you enough to make things work… If you don’t want to do this because you think I’m using this all as some excuse, I can’t blame you, I don’t know if I’d believe me either… but just know I’m trying. Because, God I missed you, I hated every minute you were gone. I hated that I wasn’t able to help you through all of this. I hate that I know I was part of your problems just because I was so stupid.”

You could only stare at him in disbelief.

“I mean every word. I’ve been in love with you since we were 17. I’m sick of pushing you away because I’m Spider-Man. So, will you please get out of this car with me at that cute little Italian place you love and get lunch with me as our first date?” He slid a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Y-you’re playing a horrible prank on me, aren’t you?” You asked quietly.

With a heavy sigh, Peter cupped both your cheeks. “I would never joke about something as important as how I feel about you. And the only excuse you can give me that will get me to stop asking you is that you don’t love me anymore. So, tell me the truth, do you love me?”

You could feel the tears starting, you knew he was telling the truth. For the first time you felt some relief in your chest. “Of course I love you,” You said, quietly.

He smiled softly before pulling your face to his own. His lips met yours, and while he didn’t regret anything he said or kissing you, he regretted never doing to before this. Because that kiss would have been all he needed to get him to stop pushing you away.

It wasn’t the best start to a relationship in your opinion, but you wouldn’t change it.

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Irked

Title: Irked

Author: lokilover9 Chapter: #22 Rating:Teen Notes: In case anyone is curious, I forgot to post the song title (and artist) to which Loki discovered Shandi dirty dancing in chapter #21. My bad. It was Freaky Girl by Shaggy. For this chapter, it’s Night and Day by the Temptations.

Shortly after dinner that evening, Shandi received the dreaded call from Nat. “Uh oh.” She kidded. “This could take a while. I best make myself comfortable.” She left for the entertainment room.

Moments later, Loki overheard her from the corridor.

“I’m fine, Nat. Please relax?” A brief pause occurred. “Yes, I plan to obey Loki.”

‘Obey me? Stop eavesdropping God of Mischief, before you’re entertaining another boner.’

Twenty minutes passed before Shandi appeared at the library door. “How is it she can express harrowing concern for me one minute, then threaten to go all ninja on me the next, if I even ponder ignoring your request? Clint finally lured her away with some vodka.”

“Eh he he he. Good thing he’s amply stocked.”

“By the way, I forgot to ask if the storm caused any damage to the grounds?”

“Nothing some tidying and readjusting couldn’t resolve. Even the pool cover endured.”

Shandi sighed. “I already miss the towers pool. It’s a shame I won’t be able to enjoy this one. The scenery here is beautiful.”

Loki put down his book. “What if you could?”

“It’s not possible. I’d damage the empathy belly, remember?”

“Perhaps you may not need it?”

“Come again?”

Loki bit his tongue. “Did you see any maternity bathing suits in Beth’s shop?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Then tomorrow we shall do some shopping for Tony’s mini me, while you chose.”

She shot him a look. “What’s the plan?”

“Trust me.”

“Okay, that’s twice you’ve waggled those eyebrows. Now I’m nervous.” ***** The next day, Loki woke Shandi with breakfast again and they were soon off to Beth’s shop.

“Are you always up so early?”

“Gods don’t require the amount of sleep humans do, unless ill or injured. Normally, I’m quite disgruntled in the mornings, but with freedom to enjoy the outdoors again, I’ve embraced it.”

Shandi felt bad knowing once their mission was over, he’d be confined to the Tower again. “What time are you usually awake at?”

“Around 6:30. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

Loki thought nothing more of her question.

Beth was friendly and welcoming of course and obviously pleased, with their over five hundred dollars in purchases. Shandi was emptying one of the baskets and came across some tiny t shirts. “Daddy’s little stinker?”

“Come now.” Said Loki. “You don’t find it fitting?”

“I guess that all depends on who the daddy is.” She casually stated.

Loki knew this referenced Tony, but Beth didn’t and couldn’t resist another opportunity to tease. Feigning the confused husband he froze, reaching into the cart. “Is that so? Care to explain yourself, Elizabeth?”

Shandi went scarlet and rubbed her brow. “Ohhhh, that did not come out right.”

Beth laughed when Loki did. “I’ve been working retail over twenty years. There’s almost nothing you could say to surprise me. Clifford shot me a quick wink before reacting, which helped too.”

“Pfft. Looks like I’ve been had.” Said Shandi.

Loki rubbed her belly and laughed harder. “Yes you have.”

Her face reddened. “Listen Clifford, just pay the lady!”

Beth informed them the ice cream shop nearby, was introducing ten new flavors and as a lover of it, Shandi decided to go. Unfortunately, Tanya’s a fan too and by absolute fluke, beat them to it. Right before they entered she feigned dropping her purse contents on the floor and ducked below a counter to retrieve them. The couple were well into the store when she stood, making them easier targets.

Shandis back instantly went up so Loki rubbed her arms from behind and brushed his cheek against her head. “Look, darling. They’ve Rolo, you’re favorite.” As Tanya paid, he quietly whispered. “Ignore her.”

“And how are you today, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw?”

Her saccharine tone made Loki nauseous and Shandi remained silent, while fantasizing of throttling the little bitch.

Loki’s tone was flat, his eyes sharp and assessing. “We’re fine.” ‘Do not provoke me, imbecile.’

The two engaged in a mini stare down with Loki’s expression unflinchingly cold. Completely unfazed, Tanya continued testing them. “You can’t answer for yourself Mrs. Bradshaw?”

Loki gently squeezed Shandis shoulders. “My wife is capable of things you would never imagine, including speaking for herself. As I’m aware her present state, she’s opted not to.”

With a sly smirk, Tanya salaciously licked the circumference of her ice cream, moaning as her lips slid from the top, then slipped out the door. “Have a nice day, ‘Mr.’ Bradshaw.”

It hardly closed when Shandi muttered a curse and Loki gently stroked her cheek. “How many scoops, hm?” He addressed the young lady, waiting upon them. “Two of Rolo and one of chocolate mint, please?”

She warmed a scooper. “You newbies to town? I’m Ashley.” The couple introduced themselves. “I gather you’ve already had a run in with Tanya?”

“We have.” He replied.

“Then please, take my advice. “Avoid her whenever possible and never trust her. She’s no friend to anyone.”

They started down the street. “The ladies weren’t kidding.” Said Loki. “Beyond suspicion of murder, Tanya has quite a reputation.” It registered Shandi hadn’t once indulged in her ice cream and possessed a slight frown. “I recommend you eat that.”

She shook her head as he wiped a drip already melting onto her hand. “I can’t believe that idiot. I was standing right there.”

“Don’t feed into her game by becoming angered. It’s what she wants.”

“But she thinks I’m your wife.”

‘Worried about something, Pet?’ “The ladies warned us of such behavior, come.” He lead her aside to wrap napkins around the cone. “I sense you’ll wear more of this, than eat.”

“Honestly. She stared right at you and purposely licked her ice cream like a dirty…”

Loki smirked and covered her mouth. “Language, Elizabeth. Must I remind you, we’re in public?”

Shandi started walking again. “She needs a bitch slap. I’ll make Nat do it.”

“No you won’t.” Her frown deepened and he cackled. “I personally believe we’re failing at making this town more aware, the depth of our affections for each other. Perhaps we could try practicing more in front of Tanya.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Random hugs, perhaps a few pecks on the lips? We discussed this previously, yet have enacted little.”

“Oh, right.”

“Pshh. What did you think, Lizzy? I intended to toss your pregnant self over a park bench and have my way with you?”

Shandis top scoop plopped onto her shirt. “Did you do that?”

He laughed. “No.”

“Loki.”

“I swear. If you wish, we can retrieve a bib from the car?”

Shandi suddenly envisioned it nighttime at the local park with Loki thrusting into her from behind on a secluded bench, whispering filth into her ear. ‘Oh lord.’

“Elizabeth?”

“Nope, I’m good.” She wiped away the mess. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“A hardware store. The shed needs insect killer and mouse traps.”

Shandi snorted. “Is the God of Mischief afwaid of a wittle spider?”

“‘Wittle?’ The last three I encountered had body circumferences of a quarter coin with legs as long. One took a neighborly pounce onto my head. If you prefer doing the gardening, certainly they’d enjoy your thick and curly locks. Or, I could invite them in and grant ‘you’ the pleasantries of engaging in their doom. Perhaps with your fright inducing duster?”

“Very funny.” She sarcastically replied. “Insect killer is good.”

“I thought you might agree. Does the Queen of Unruliness fear spiders?”

“Ones that big? Yep.”

Upon returning to their public parking, Shandi hesitated entering the car and spoke quietly across the hood. “Are you aware Tanya is crouched down in the driver seat of a silver, Pontiac Vibe, five before us on the right?”

Loki’s brow arched. “Very observant, darling. I’m equally pleased and impressed.”

“So much for having stealth.”

He tisked. “Such sloppiness. She’d make a useless ninja.”

Shandi smiled.

“Let’s encourage her delusion, shall we?”

“How?”

He casually strolled around the cars front. “Practice does make perfect.”

Shandi was stunned when Loki cupped her cheek, then leaned in for a kiss. And not just a ‘peck on the lips,’ either. His free hand slinked around her hip, luring her closer, as his tongue smoothed its way beyond the seam of her plump lips. His alluring scent, a mix of otherworldly forests and musk, permeated her senses and his firm yet gentle grip had her melting as the kiss deepened. Recalling her lower back an erogenous zone, his fingers languidly stroked there in sync with the rhythm of his tongue and a soft moan escaped her. The loud thumping of Shandis heart muted surrounding sounds and she clasped onto his shirt, when her knees began weakening. As it ended, he playfully tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and smirked when she hazily looked up at him.

“Were we convincing enough for any onlookers?”

“Hm?”

“Of our marital affections?” He opened her door.

‘My panties are undoubtedly convinced.’ “I believe so.” She entered and stared out the window, trying to unpretzel her brain. ‘Wow. His tongue must be capable of wonders, elsewhere.’ Just then, Tanya booted it out of the lot, altering Shandis thoughts to vindictive. ‘Awe, poor baby. Was that bothersome to witness? Suck it up.’ Seconds later. ‘Geez woman! ‘What’ is your problem?’

On the ride home, Loki noticed that same indent in the bushes, on the side of the road again and thought it odd. Upon arrival, Shandi was still quiet as they carried in the bags. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” ‘I’ve only been imagining your face between my legs since fastening my seatbelt and could probably put Niagara Falls to shame, but hey.’

“Up for a swim, then?”

‘Did he really just say that?’ “Not until you explain how this will work.”

Loki gestured towards the stairs. “Suit first, explanation after.”

“Fine, Sir bossypants.”

Loki grinned so slyly, she throbbed and fumbled on the second step. “What’s that about?”

“Shall I pour you a Malibu and mango juice on the rocks? It’s your favorite drink, correct?”

Her mouth fell agape. “How did you know I like coconut rum? And Rolo, too.”

“I’ve seen Tony pour you several from his bar. He chooses that particular brand and keeps a bottle there, knowing it’s your favorite.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Now you do.” He smiled, passing her on the stairs. “The vodka you drink mostly to appease Nat, the wine only as you prefer it to whiskey. That’s all we had, until my shop with Clint. The Rolo I’ve noticed you indulging in at the Tower from a place called, ‘Dairy Queen?’ Only twice mind you, but it was easy enough to assume.”

Shandi reached the landing. ‘Well I’ll be damned.’

Loki dropped the larger bags into the spare room. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

Shandi called after him as he started down the back stairs. “You never said what that grin was for.”

“You called me Sir.”

“What the… I wouldn’t plan on getting used to that! In my opinion, Brat suits you perfectly!” She closed her bedroom door. “‘Sir.’ Pfft.”

Loki gulped down some whiskey and dumped ice into a tall glass. ‘We’ve yet to become better acquainted, Pet. Erotically, you may eventually find ‘Sir,’ more suiting.

Shandi returned in a choice very becoming. Black and turquoise, it highlighted her curves, exposing just enough a hint of cleavage to entice the eye. She stilled at the islands end and sipped her drink. Loki even added a straw, something Tony did too and it made her smile. “Thank you. Okay, I’m ready.” Her towel fell to the floor as the suits material began expanding at her stomach. “What the…”

“Relax.” Said Loki. It ceased at the empathy belly’s usual size and he gestured towards the sliding doors. “Refuge awaits you. Enjoy.”

“But..how is this possible? I don’t feel a thing.”

“Illusion. However, mind your step. Your feet shall remain elusive.”

A hand went to her hip. “Why didn’t you reveal this option, before?”

“I was being a Brat.”

“You…” She swatted him with her towel.

“Careful Queen of Unruliness. You haven’t a leg to stand on, should The God of Mischief retaliate.”

She playfully stuck her tongue out. “You don’t scare me.”

“Oh? Then why did you step outside before saying that?”

Shandi smirked. “I’m going in the water now.”

Loki’s phone rang and when seeing it Tony, he closed the glass door and entered the hall before answering. “Hey, Tin Man, what’s up?… She’s in the shower. Well, well, that’s intriguing. Very intriguing, indeed.”

Once the call ended, Loki decided to enquire of the song Shandi was so intrigued by, ‘Night and Day.’ He sauntered to the window, remaining hidden and sought it on Spotify. After finishing a couple of laps, she settled into one corner of the shallow end. Her eyes closed, as a gentle breeze bounced stray curls upon her cheeks. Water reflecting sunlight, danced upon her glistening features, while she basked in its warmth. How the incessant ache to touch, kiss and ravish every inch of her, drove him mad every waking moment. Peaking the volume, he soon became entranced by the words.

Night and day You are the one Only you beneath the moon And under the sun Whether near to me or far It’s no matter darling, where you are I think of you Night and day

Day and night Why is it so That this longing for you Follows wherever I go In the roaring traffic gloom In the silence of a lonely room I think of you Night and day

Night and day, under the hide of me There’s an oh, such a hungry Yearning, burning inside of me And this torment won’t be through ‘Til you let me spend My life making love to you Day and night Night and day.

Loki hadn’t related to song lyrics more in centuries, when thoughts of another love trickled into his mind. “Forgive me Iris. You’ll possess a sacred place in my heart forever. Since your absence, I assumed it hopelessly destroyed. Shandi is giving it life again and I so desperately need to embrace that. Please smile upon us from Valhalla, my unforgettable Dove? I need that too.”

With a heavy sigh, magic altered his clothing to black swim trunks, covered in bright red lip imprints, outlined in gold. The largest two were centered on his butt cheeks. “Norns, I’ve become a court jester. At the least, they should earn me a chuckle."

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marvelousmarvelimagines · 6 years ago

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Need You Now

Part VIII (of X) - Love Like Woe (Peter Parker Series) (Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV) (Part V) (Part VI) (Part VII)

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Being Tony Stark’s daughter isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For one, I didn’t want to be in the first place. My normal life was just fine, thank you. Two, there are freaking superheroes all over where I now live. There’s never any privacy. Three, everyone expects me to be this amazing genius and go to this fancy school and do incredible things. I just want to watch Star Wars and write Harry Potter fanfiction. Also, I hate Math.

A/N - Two chapters left! Sorry this took a while, but the first part is in Peter’s Point of View which I’m still not sure I’m happy with, but I tried. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings - Angst is still here folks. Sad Peter Parker. Language.

It was definitely safe to say that I had screwed up. Not just regularly screwed up, but I had screwed up royally. I could still see the look on her face, the disappointment in her eyes. I never wanted to see her look at me like that again.

As soon as she ran away, I started to follow, but I felt Mr. Stark clasp my shoulder. “Just let her go kid. She’ll come back when she’s ready to talk.”

I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to find her and explain everything. How yeah, I was planning on talking to her, making her feel welcome, but then I saw her, and I knew she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Way too beautiful to pay attention to someone like me. I didn’t think I’d even be able to talk to her. Not because Mr. Stark told me too, but because her smile was the best thing I had ever seen. How could I talk to someone whose small smile was more than enough to knock the breath out of my lungs?

Then I saw the Star Wars book and could practically feel her anxiety to get out of the room as fast as possible. I knew I had to talk to her, because not only was she obviously feeling out of place in a new school, but I had to see that smile again. I wanted to see it every day. I wanted to see it as often as possible. Now, I might not get to see that again. “Mr. Stark, I’ve got to explain -”

“I know Parker, but she needs to cool down. Give her some time to do that.”

I did do that. Against my better judgement I did that because while Mr. Stark and I didn’t always agree, he was often right.

But then time passed. First one hour, and then another, and then two more. I had to call May and give her an excuse as to why I wasn’t back yet. I wasn’t going to leave until I got to talk to her. I had to make things right. I had to tell her what she meant to me.

When it got to be three in the morning, and she still wasn’t back, that’s when the worrying started. I called her cell phone several times, but it always went straight to voicemail. “Mr. Stark, I think something’s wrong.” There was an ache in my gut every time that I thought about Y/N, and my gut was never wrong. “Are you sure she’s still here?”

“Nobody can leave the compound, kid,” Mr. Stark replied, but I noticed his fingers tapping anxiously on the table in front of him.

“Actually, I let her out.”

Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts, Captain, Thor and I all turned to face Thor’s brother who was casually standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

“What did you just say Reindeer Games?” I had never seen Mr. Stark this angry before. Usually when I did something he told me not to do he would get mad, but I had never seen him look like this before.

It didn’t seem to phase Loki though as he just shrugged his shoulders. “She clearly wanted to leave, so I let her. I was told my job was to intimidate the insect, not keep her locked up.” Loki said, gesturing to me.

I turned to Mr. Stark, feeling some anger start to grow in my chest. “You were trying to intimidate me?!”

Mr. Stark rolled his eyes, frustration leaking into his tone. “You’re in love with my daughter, Parker, of course I’m trying to intimidate you. That’s what Fathers do.”

His words startled my anger away, my eyes widening. “In - in love - Mr. Stark -”

“It’s quite all right young spider. I believe you are an excellent match for Lady Stark.” Thor said, clasping my shoulder, my knees almost buckling in surprise.

“Hello! My daughter is missing! Can we get back to the point here?!” Mr. Stark yelled.

“Where was she going, Loki?” Captain asked him.

“She didn’t mention it, and I didn’t inquire.” Loki answered.

My eyes met Mr. Stark’s, the panic in my eyes mirrored in his own. Y/N was out there, unprotected for hours now. That meant that they could have . . . “Mr. Stark -”

“FRIDAY, start running facial recognition on the cameras in New York City.” Mr. Stark said, ignoring me as he stood up from the table, going into action mode. “Track her phone. If it’s off, turn it back on.”

“Yes, sir.” FRIDAY replied.

“I’ll call Clint.” Captain said, already dialing the number as he turned away.

“Sir? I’m afraid it is impossible to turn Y/N’s phone back on.”

Mr. Stark shoved a chair angrily. I watched as Ms. Potts reached over and squeezed his shoulder. It reminded me of Halloween when Y/N had laid her head on my shoulder, talking about her Mom. My parent’s deaths, and Uncle Ben’s, weren’t something I talked about a lot, but with her . . . it had been easy. When I got past my nerves, her presence always comforted me, and now, because I had been stupid, I might lose her to. Remembering this moment though, I had an idea about where she might have gone. “Mr. Stark, I think -”

“Clint’s on the way. I think we should go ahead and run some surveillance. I can call Sam in and get some more eyes in the air.” Captain said.

“Do it.” Mr. Stark nodded. “I’ll suit up.”

“Mr. Stark, I have an idea-!” I tried to say again, but he cut me off.

“I need you to stay here, Parker.”

“What?” I said, his words shocking me. “I’m not staying here when she could be out there -”

“I need someone to stay and keep her here if she comes back.” He told me, hurrying out of the room. “No arguments.”

“I care about her too much to just sit around and do nothing!” I never raised my voice at Mr. Stark, never, but I couldn’t stand the thought of not helping to find her when it was my fault she was missing.

“I said no arguments!” Mr. Stark replied back sharply, slamming the door behind him.

Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair, watching the window as mere seconds later Thor, Captain and Mr. Stark all took off.

“You know where she might be, don’t you?”

I turned around to face Ms. Potts who was staring at me. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Go, I’ll let you out.” She said, gesturing downstairs.

“But Mr. Stark said -”

“Tony doesn’t want to risk losing both of you, but I know he won’t forgive himself if something happens to Y/N. Go. Find her.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. “Thank - thank you.” I told her, running out the door and struggling out of my clothes, my suit already on under them. As soon as I had my mask on, I spoke. “Karen, I need the fastest route to Y/N’s old apartment in Brooklyn.”

“On it.” She replied, lighting up the screens in my eyes with the route I asked for. My web shooters shot out, grabbing a hold of a tree as I took off. On my way there, all I could think about was that night in Brooklyn, taking the long cab ride back to Queens, her tired and tipsy, but beautiful under my arm and curled into my side.

“Ooh, you see that building, Peter? That’s where I used to live. Mom and I would sit out front and talk all the time.” She had told me before nuzzling back into my shoulder with a little smile on her face.

I couldn’t help but smile in return. It was always like that with her. How could anyone not smile when an angel like her was looking at you like that? She was distracting, but now I was glad I remembered the location.

My heart dropped immediately when I didn’t find her there. I slouched onto the bench, not even caring if anyone saw me. I had no idea where she could be, and she was very possibly in trouble. It was only when I lifted my head that I caught sight of a familiar Harry Potter phone case with her house on it. I ran over to it, grabbing it and turning it over, finding the completely shattered screen.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Karen, call Mr. Stark.”

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(Reader POV)

A dull pounding in my skull slowly drove me to consciousness. As soon as I opened my eyes, the dizziness overwhelmed me. I forced them to stay open though, trying to take in my surroundings. The problem was, I couldn’t see much at all because a blinding light was shining in my face.

“She’s awake.” I heard a voice say.

“About time. Of course Tony Stark’s brat would make us wait until she was good and ready.” Another voice, this time female, replied.

The light was then shoved out of my face and a blonde woman came into view, smirking at me.

I finally found my voice, shaking my head at her. “I don’t know what you want, but if you think Tony is going to pay some sort of ransom -”

She laughed, a loud and cruel sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Wow, you are Tony Stark’s daughter. The stupidity continues down the generation if you think we went to all this trouble just to get some money.”

Confusion filled my face. What did she mean ‘all this trouble?’ All they did was drug me and drag me here. “All this . . .”

“We’ve been following you for months, darling.” The man came into my sight, and I vaguely recognized him as the man who drugged me. “Not to mention robbing that chemical plant -”

“Which would have gone much easier if that stupid insect hadn’t come along.” The woman hissed.

“Relax baby. We got what we wanted.” The man said in an annoyed tone, and I watched in horror as he reached out to touch me. I turned my head away quickly and shifted as much as I could in my restraints. I wasn’t going to let this asshole touch me.

“Who the fuck are you people?” I hissed.

“Oh how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Justine Hammer.” The woman twirled a gray and blue liquid in a vial between her fingers as her smirk deepened, “and I’m the one who’s going to make you kill your father.”

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notsoguiltykpop · 7 years ago

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The Tenth Floor pt15

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes

Chapter Warning: Kind of substance abuse? Cough syrup abuse.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Yoongi did follow you, albeit somewhat reluctantly. At first, he stayed a fair space behind you, as though scared to walk side by side. To someone who didn’t know any better, they might have thought he was stalking you, stopping four feet away when you paused to look across the street, and keeping up the distance when you continued. It was irksome, but not so much so that you would tell him to cut it out and try to be normal. As it was, the only reminder that you were actually allowing Min Yoongi to know where you lived was the faint click of his shoes on the sidewalk.

“Here.” Yoongi interrupted the silence that had surrounded you for the last five minutes or so abruptly, and when you turned to him, you saw him holding out his jacket without looking directly at you.

“What?” You snapped. You definitely liked it better when he wasn’t talking.

“I’m too hot anyway.” Yoongi said gruffly. “You should wear it, you look cold.”

You were cold, but that didn’t mean you were going to take anything from him. Besides, you could tell by his red-tipped nose in the dim light that he was lying; he was just as frozen at that point as you were. “You’re not going to accomplish anything by giving me your jacket, so you might as well put it back on.”

Yoongi looked indignant. “I’m not trying to ‘accomplish’ something, I just said I was too hot, so you might as well wear it.”

You scoffed, turning away from him. The idea that he still thought he might win you over was absurd, and the fact that he was trying was mildly insulting. Yet, the action made you hesitate, if only momentarily, which was one of the main reasons you refused. It was a kind gesture, and you could feel yourself melting slightly because of it. You supposed in theory you could wear the jacket and take joy in the fact that he was that much more miserable, but you feared that it was more likely that you would instead start forgetting your anger and giving in to his and Taehyung’s game.

It wasn’t until you stepped into your apartment building that you noticed that Yoongi hadn’t ever put his jacket back on. You were about to make a snide comment, perhaps a jab at the fact that his pride had made him suffer completely unnecessary when you noticed how sickly he looked in the light. A cold sweat was starting on his brow, and he loosened his tie absently as you studied him. “Are… You okay?” You asked slowly.

“Yeah, why?” He raised an eyebrow as he followed you into the elevator. You’d forgotten how rickety it felt, and were more aware of how loud it was standing next to Yoongi. But he either wasn’t aware of it, or didn’t show that he was.

“You don’t… Look okay.” You replied. You were half furious at yourself for noticing and caring, and half concerned about him. Without thinking, you held out a hand and put it to his forehead. “You have a fever.”

Yoongi brushed your hand away looking somewhat alarmed by it, then rubbed his eyes. “Flu medicine ’s wearing off.” He muttered.

You stared at him incredulously. “You have the flu?” It was a redundant question, you knew, but you would have thought he would have said something earlier.

“Do you care?” He countered. “It isn’t a big deal, I just need some rest.”

“You didn’t think maybe you should let other people know you were sick?” You continued regardless as you stepped out of the elevator.

“I said I was tired!” Yoongi snapped. That was true, and looking back, he had stayed as far away from people as possible the whole night. You had assumed he was just being antisocial. “What difference would it have made? If I didn’t show up because I’m sick, everyone would think I was lying. And no one would have known better if I’d gotten home an hour and a half ago like I was supposed to.”

He followed you into your apartment, palms pressed to his eyes. “I feel like shit.”

“You look like shit.” You said, and he shot you a glare. Sighing, you opened a few kitchen cabinets before finding something for his fever. You set it on the counter in front of him, and he said a quiet “thanks” in return. “I’m going to change into something warmer, and then I’ll drive you home.” You told him, and he nodded absently. “Just how much flu medicine did you take for you to be able act normal earlier?” You couldn’t help the question.

Yoongi shrugged. “I dunno. Enough that I felt a dizzy for a while.”

You almost scolded him, told him that overdosing on cough medicine was dangerous and stupid, but stopped yourself. It wasn’t any of your business. If he wanted to get high off DXM, that was his problem, not yours. “Whatever.” You muttered. You needed to stop asking questions; the sooner he was out of your home, the better.

You changed quickly into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, but when you walked back to the living area, you found Yoongi passed out on your couch. Your first thought was to wake him up and drag him to your car, but you did no such thing. Instead, for some reason you couldn’t explain, you grabbed an extra blanket and draped it over his shoulders. He muttered something you couldn’t quite understand, and thinking that he had woken up, you asked “What?”

“Thank you.” Yoongi said somewhat more coherently. You blinked, taken aback.

“Just… Get some sleep.” You said, unsure of what else to do or say.

“Fuck off, I’ll do what I want.” His voice trailed off as he mumbled this, and you realized he was talking in his sleep. You laughed under your breath. He wasn’t even a normal person in his dreams.

When you woke on Saturday morning, you didn’t initially remember that Min Yoongi was sleeping in your house. But when you exited your room and found him sprawled sideways on your couch, one arm slung over his eyes to keep out the bright light of day, it all came back to you.

It was funny, you thought, how easily you were swayed by this man. Only the day before, you wanted nothing to do with him, save for the money you got from working with him. Now, you didn’t know how to feel. Were you angry? Yes. But it wasn’t the burning rage that had made your blood boil at the thought of him days before. More than anything, you were frustrated and confused by him now.

You were curious about him--who he was, what he did in his spare time, the reasons for his actions--and you wanted desperately to understand, though you suspected that it wouldn’t help you. Everything you had learned about Yoongi only seemed to hurt your further, and sometimes you wondered if he himself even knew who he was, his character was so convoluted and twisted.

You glanced at him again, sleeping relatively peacefully. He looked better than he had the night before, and you were grateful for it. Like this, he didn’t seem intimidating or scary, he just looked like... Well, a normal person. One you could get to know, and one who had normal interests, hobbies, and fears. Someone you could relate to, perhaps, and share stories with.

You stopped that train of thought there, however.

Maybe it was a form of stockholm syndrome, you thought. Was that even possible? You had no idea, but you decided the question could wait until you’d found something to eat.

You’d left your phone on the kitchen counter the night before, too distracted to plug it in. You glanced at it briefly to check the time, and grimaced when you saw the number of missed calls and messages. Many of them appeared to be from Jessica, while three were from a number you didn’t recognize. You sighed, putting it back down. Whatever it was, they could wait.

It was no wonder you were hungry, it was after 11am. You’d just sat down with a bowl of cereal when Yoongi dragged himself off the couch, taking the blanket with him as he walked over to sit across from you at your table.

“Why am I in your house?” He asked flatly.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Because you fell asleep last night and I didn’t want to wake you up--you clearly needed the rest.” He blinked slowly. “You don’t remember being here?”

“Fevers have a bad effect on me, and I think I took too much cough syrup.” He replied. “I remember walking here, but not much after that. Also, your couch sucks as a bed.”

You sighed. Yoongi was clearly feeling more like himself, judging by his blunt tone. But he still looked and sounded sick, and you tried not to care. “You should take time off when you’re sick.” You said rather than address his words. “You would recover faster if you didn’t push yourself--that’s probably why you were so sick last night. You went out and exerted yourself when you should’ve been resting, and then all the physical exercise of walking here...” You shook your head disapprovingly.

Yoongi didn’t look like he appreciated your mini-lecture, but your doorbell buzzing interrupted him before he could start complaining about it.

“Are you expecting company?” He asked.

You ignored him. It was probably your neighbor, ready to tell you off for letting someone stay the night. Mrs. Brickman had spider-senses when it came to that sort of thing, and never hesitated to let people know how much she disapproved. So when you opened the door and found yourself face-to-face with Jungkook, you were startled.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m making sure you’re not dead.” Jungkook was frowning, his arms folded. “I wouldn’t have had to come all the way here if you’d just answered your texts like a normal person.”

“How do you even have my number?” You could never really predict what Jungkook was going to do next, so perhaps in that respect it shouldn’t have been surprising. You might have been annoyed if you weren’t so confused.

“Oh, please. It takes a two minute google search to find someone’s number, don’t act surprised.” Jungkook then stepped past you into your apartment. You did try to stop him, but it wasn’t much use. “I don’t want to be weird, but I got worried when I didn’t hear back from you. After knowing what Yoongi and Taehyung said, who knows what they would do--” He stopped upon seeing Yoongi still sitting at your breakfast table. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You said dryly. “Oh.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You didn’t.”

You shook your head quickly, knowing what it must look like. “God, no--are you judging me right now? You, of all people?”

Jungkook grimaced. “I didn’t mean it that way--just, he’s such a…” He stopped and glanced at Yoongi.

“Does everyone but me know where you live?” Yoongi asked. By some miracle, he apparently hadn’t been paying attention to what Jungkook was saying only moments before, instead looking at his phone.

“You’re here.” Jungkook raised his eyebrows at Yoongi. “So wouldn't you know where she lives as well?”

“I have no fucking clue where this is.” Yoongi shot back, then seemed to think about what he had just said.

“Did you drug him?” Jungkook turned to you suspiciously.

“He drugged himself, but that isn’t the point.” Jungkook looked like he wanted more of an explanation on the subject, but you didn’t give him the chance to ask. “I’m fine; thanks for your concern, I guess, but you can leave now.”

“You can drive me home at the same time.” Yoongi cut in. He had his palms covering his eyes once more, and his elbows leaning on the table.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with him?” Jungkook asked you.

“Apparently, he has the flu.” You said. You phone started ringing, making you and Yoongi both jump. You answered it without looking at who it was. Too much was happening at once, and you didn’t like it.

“Open the door, my hands are full.” It was Jessica’s voice that greeted you, and you had never been so panicked hearing your friends voice. “I totally forgot there’s this conference thing I’m supposed to go to later, and I need my dress back. I tried to text you, but you never got back to me.”

Oh, good god. This couldn’t get worse, you were sure. The situation wouldn’t be so terrible if Jungkook wasn’t currently standing in your apartment, but it was made a worse by Yoongi’s presence on top of that. You longed for the floor to open up and swallow you whole, but your wishes were left ungranted. “I’ll bring it out to you, just wait there. No, wait downstairs.” You took a few steps further away from Yoongi and Jungkook so they might not hear what you were saying.

“What are you talking about, just open the door--” There was a knocking on your door that sounded like Jessica was using her foot rather than her fist.

“Don’t--” You started, but Jungkook was closer to the door, and much faster than you. He stood dumbfounded with the door still open as you hurried over.

“How dare you.” Jessica said lowly, glaring at Jungkook. “You have some fucking nerve to be here.”

“Jessica, I can explain--” You started, pushing past Jungkook who was as still as a statue.

“Explain?” Jessica said weakly. She had two to-go cups of iced coffee in her hands, one you guessed was supposed to be for you. “Knowing what he did to me--knowing what a piece of shit he is, you still--god, how could you do this to me?” Tears were welling in her eyes as she spoke, and Jungkook finally came back to his senses.

“You know each other?” He all but whispered.

Jessica’s response was to drop one of the cups of coffee, rip the lid off the other, and throw it’s contents into Jungkook’s face. Some of it landed on you, but the majority soaked into Jungkook’s shirt and hair. “Fucking scumbag.” She said as she walked away.

Jungkook didn’t waste any time chasing after her. You heard his “Jessica--Jess, wait. Please?” as he followed her down the hall, and you debated whether or not you should do the same. You deemed that it might be best that you didn’t, because Jessica’s anger wasn’t only at Jungkook, and both of you pursuing her would likely do more harm than good.

“Who was that?” Yoongi asked, walking up to stand beside you, sticking his head out the door to see their retreating forms.

“Jessica.” You said. Yoongi didn’t look like he knew who you were talking about, so you added; “She was your secretary for almost two weeks, remember?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of secretaries. It takes at least four weeks for me to remember their names.”

You turned to him slowly. “Is that why you never refer to me by name?” You asked. “Because you don’t know it what it is?”

Yoongi shifted his weight. “No.”

“It is, isn’t it?” You demanded. “You don’t know my name.”

“I do too.” Yoongi said, his tone slightly resentful.

“Oh, really?” You took a step towards him, so you were nearly nose-to-nose. “Then what is it?” You were sure he wouldn’t have an answer, that he would continue trying to avoid the question.

“Y/n.” Yoongi said simply. “Your name is Y/n.”

You wished you hadn’t made him say it. Hearing your name from his lips, in his voice made you feel things you knew you shouldn’t. You were in far, far too deep, and if you weren’t careful, you’d end up drowning.

A/N Two updates in the same week, both over 2k words long?! It’s been a while lol! I’m going to see if I can finish up the next part of Royals soon, Jimin is killing me recently ;-; Thanks for reading this, and let me know what you think, of course! Originally there was going to be a lot more to this chapter, but sometimes I prefer to update more consistently rather than with longer parts haha. Also, have any of you ever taken too much cough syrup? I did one time before I knew it makes you loopy, it was a weird day (I didn’t even take all that much, I’m just a lightweight lol) 0/10 would not recommend.

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