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ablackfangirlwrites · 5 years ago

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Aizawa was beyond annoyed

He had been interning at this hero agency for a while and it was his last year at UA

And he wouldn’t call himself arrogant or anything but part of him

Felt like a job like this was beneath him or at least he wasn’t going to learn anything from it

It was basically a glorified babysitting job

Some big politician was going to be in town and they had a daughter

And somehow it became his job to watch her

The whole thing was silly according to him

He would be doing this while his friends were outgoing on bigger missions and getting real experience

And he felt that he could be doing something way better with his time like that

So he wasnt that interested in every little detail the higher ups were telling him

He got the basic point you weren’t allowed out of the hoteroom while you were in town and he and another hero would be stationed with you and taking shifts

Easy enough

But when he saw you he got a feeling this job was going to be anything but easy

For one he had assumed you were a young child

But you differently weren’t

You had to be about his age

But you had an air about you that just screamed trouble

It was a complete contrast to your father who walked beside you

He walked like he demanded respect from everyone and that he was an important person

You just looked like you were irritated and couldn’t be bothered to listen to them when they were telling you the plans of the trip

“Eraserhead” he acknowledged you telling you his name but again you weren’t playing attention

This was routine for you for the last few years of your life

You went somewhere with your father (it wasnt like you had a choice)

And hed lock you in some hotel room because it was safest there until it was time to go somewhere new

You couldn’t remember the last time you were actually home

But at this point in your life you didnt care anymore

It was clear that this would be your life until you went to college in the fall

Something you couldn’t wait for Cause you knew you’d finally have some freedom

One of the other bodyguards tried to make a small conversation with you but you rolled your eyes

“You dont have to talk to me. All you have to do is show me my prison for the week.” You told him with your arm crossed looking it the window

Your father cleared his throat, “you all have to forgive her, y/n tends to be cranky after a long flight.”

You only clicked your tongue as a response

Aizawa hadn’t said anything

But he had already judged you

Bratty, spoiled, mean, and probably moody, and simply not pleasant at all.

This was going to be so annoying

When you all got to the hotel you and your father went your separate ways

And Aizawa simple followed you to your room, “If you need anything I’ll be out-.”

You slammed the door before he could finish

You had been to japan a few times before so you knew the area

So you had no plan to stay in

As soon as you got the chance you called your friends that you had in the city and you set off

Aizawa just sighed deeply outside your door

At least you didnt seem like your were interested in making his life a living hell

At least that’s what he thought but he didnt know how wrong he really was

It was when Aizawa came back for his second shift that he realized something was up

“Has she came out at all?”

They just shook their head, “Shes been pretty quite.”

“Have you checked on her?”

They shrugged, “I’ve knocked a few times but no answer I’m sure shes just sleep.”

Aizawa didnt think anything of it but something in his gut told him he should

A little after the other hero left

He knocked on your door to check on you again but no answer

He felt like he should have known better but he’d go to open the door only to find the room empty

“Y/n?”

He called out your name a few times but no answer

But then saw that your window was open

And like something straight out of a movie he saw you used your bedsheets as a rope to escape

Dread covered his face

He was done for

What was he supposed to do? How was he going to tell them he lost you?

Did someone kidnap you? How long ago did you leave?

So many questions ran through his mind

But before anything else he had already jumped out the window and started his search for you

You couldn’t have gone far

And you weren’t

You went out with some old friends and was hanging with them in a local club

You had no business being there

But this was the most fun you had in months

Aizawa was a good tracker so it was just his luck that it didnt take long to find you

He just thought of all the places a teenager would go

So that brought him to the club where he saw you dancing on the floor

He sighed in relief

At least you were safe

But that relief was short lived as he approached you

Because as soon as you saw him you took off

It was annoying enough to have to leave and find you

But now he was going to have to chase you

You were fast but he was faster

He followed you all the way out of the club and after having enough

He used to capture scarf to catch you

You faced him enraged

“Let go of me!”

“No way, do you have any idea how much trouble you could have got in? That you could have got me in?”

“That’s more of a you problem. Now let me go.” You said fighting against him but you couldnt set yourself free

“Not until we get back.”

And so he dragged you back to the room

He was lucky no one was there to see him bring you back

Once back into your room he let you free but he didnt make any move to leave himself

“You can go now.”

“Theres no way I’m letting you leave my sight. You could have lost me my job.”

You narrowed your eyes at him

You were going to leave again but you saw it was going to be a lot easier said than done

The next few days would go by dreadfully long for you

Aizawa watched you like a hawk

It was almost impossible to do anything with out him being 10 feet away from you

Most if the time whenever you were out you could escape

But Aizawa wasnt having any of it

He was going to be a hero and he wasnt going to let you or anyone else get in his way

“How’s your babysitting job going?” Hizashi teased him one day while he was at school

Shouta only rolled his eyes and just explained how much of a pain you were

“Have you tried to talk to her? You know shes pretty cute. I saw her in the news.” He went on talking

But Aizawa didnt care

He didnt want to know you but part of him did have to admit you were very nice on the eyes

But one day something changed

Maybe you were just bored when you saw him just sitting in your room

But you started a conversation

“What’s it like going to UA?”

Aizawa was surprised by your question

Up until now you seemed to have hated him

But he answered your question anyway

Which lead on to more talking

Which lead to a new appreciation for each other

Aizawa learned about how much you had traveled with your father and had never been to a real school or a stable home

And that you hated it

He actually felt bad for you

He couldnt imagine living like that and having someone always watching you

No wonder you were always trying to run away

It would the night before you were going to leave the country again that Aizawa was talking to you out on your balcony

It wasnt like the two of you were friends now

But you did have to admit Aizawa was funny and you liked him

Not to mention he was hot in a tired bum type of way

“So I guess this is the last night of me babysitting you.”

“I guess it is…”

Dispite starting off so rough the two of you did grow closer In a last few days

“So you gonna give the next guy as much trouble as you gave me?”

You laughed, “Of course. And besides the only reason why I stopped trying to run away is because you aren’t ass boring as you look.”

Aizawa rolled his eyes, “Sure…it wasnt because I’m actually good at my job.”

The two of you went quite, “I dare say I’ll even miss you Aizawa.”

Aizawa looked at you, “do you think you’ll be back?”

“Donno… I start college back home in the fall…who know what will happen till then.”

Aizawa just nodded “Well, if you do come back…I dont think I’ll mind babysitting you again.”

“Nice to know…”

The tension between the two of you was thick

And you being bold moved over and kissed him

He was shocked at first but he quickly recovered

The kiss was light at first but quickly got intense

But you pulled away when you heard someone knocked on your door

The two of you didnt speck the rest of the night

And when morning came he would be with the team escorts you to your plane

You stop and secretly gave him a piece of paper with your number on it “Keep in touch eraser.”

You whispered in his ear and wink before boarding the plane

Aizawa didnt know what to think at first he assumed the moment you shared last night was because you were lonely

But now…he wasnt so sure

He just gave you a little smile as he saw you bored the plane

And he’d laughed to himself you were really a lot of trouble

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Edmund Pevensie x Reader- I don’t love him like I love you

Warnings: Cheating, vague mentions of sex but nothing terribly explicit

You tossed and turned in your large bed as the moon arched across the sky and cast shapes through your sheer drapes. Your husband, the high king Peter lay on his side, fast asleep. You know he had had a long day meeting with several foreign aristocrats for one reason or another and he put tremendous amounts of pressures on his shoulders. Not like he would share any of that with you. You loved Peter, truly you did, he was kind and a good husband but he didn’t view you as his wife. He didn’t confide in you and therefore you felt you couldn’t confide in him.

How were the two of you supposed to be happy if you couldn’t communicate your true feelings? He had always been so good to you and you nearly felt guilty for how you had betrayed him. You hadn’t meant to fall for another, let alone his own brother. It had simply happened. You’d been living in the castle with the Pevensie’s since you had married Peter to keep peace between your two nations. You knew each and everyone of them and had a place in your heart for all of the siblings. Yet there was one sibling who had definitely been taking up a bigger part of your heart as of late.

Edmund had always kept to himself at least that is what you had assumed when you had met him years before. Your impending marriage to Peter had been frightening to you in the beginning. You had never traveled outside of your own country before and now you were expected to be the wife of a stranger and live in a completely foreign land and be completely calm and happy about it. It was a lot of pressure and you were not equipped to handle it as gracefully as expected. When you found yourself with time to yourself you wandered trying to put your racing mind at ease by moving your legs. You had come across the library on your third day of your father and Peter speaking of relations and how you could be given to Peter as a peace offering. Though they’d never call it that. You were just an olive branch and you were well aware of it.

That had been very upsetting. You’d dreamed of love and a happy marriage and kingdom but as you grew you came to realize that that was not the case. Your own parents had not married for love, and neither would you. So as you got to the library you were happy to hide between the shelves for long periods of time trying to forget that you were probably being used as a bargaining chip at that very moment.

You had been caught up in a book when you realized there was someone standing at the end of the isle you were in. For a moment you feared it was Peter but as you looked up you realized it was the Just King Edmund Pevensie. You had formally met only once before but you found yourself relaxed. There was something about the gentle curve of his lips that implied some sort of permanent feeling of amusement and the depth of his eyes that proved to you he was mature beyond his years.

“I come here to escape my brother too,” He’d said and you had immediately found yourself blushing and hanging your head low in shame.

“I meant no harm your majesty, I am not escaping your brother, I just found I needed a break. He is a very good man and I am lucky to be marrying him,” You found yourself robotically apologizing.

Edmund rolled his eyes and with little grace had plopped down next to you. Even sitting he was a fair amount taller than you. He wasn’t as broad as peter and his complexion was more fair you noted as you stared at the sharp cut of his jaw, unable to meet his eyes now that he was sitting so close. He smelled like pine.

“Edmund is just fine. Honestly, I hate the ‘your majesty’ stuff.” You nodded and turned your eyes back to the book in your hands. You wondered how long he was going to sit there as the silence dragged on.

“May I ask what your real feelings are on the subject of being betrothed to Peter? I might be overstepping my boundaries, but you’ll be my sister in law soon. Guess I should get used to being familiar with you,” He finally added.

You closed the book and thought for a moment. You shrugged. “I know that he is a good man and king and I know that he will treat me well. Yet I don’t feel any love towards him. I know we will grow to be friends but I doubt that it could ever be more than that,” You admitted softly, surprised you had let down your guard so quickly.

After that day you and Edmund had made frequent visits to the library to chat. Sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you went and hoped hed be there. You’d come to realize more often than not he would be there as he was plagued by night terrors. He encouraged you to tell him your true feelings and in return he shared with you his fears and struggles and feelings. By the time the wedding approached you had become best friends with Edmund.

Even after the wedding had passed you two often met up. Not as often as before of course, as a new queen you had certain duties you needed to attend to. And there was the obligatory time you needed to spend with your Husband. You really couldn’t complain too much. He never pushed you to be intimate nor did he force you to say you loved him. You two had respect for one another and a mutual understanding that this wasn’t an ideal marriage. Peter was good to you but your heart wasnt his. Sometimes the two of you were pent up and had needs and you got physical yet it didn’t mean anything. It was just a release that left you feeling hollow.

And you spoke to Edmund about this. He seemed to get tense however and you noticed his eyes would linger on the bruise that had been sucked onto your neck the night before more than was necessary and he seemed grumpier. You assumed it was because he thought you morally loose or easy somehow for giving into such desires when you were not in love. It hurt a little bit but he would never judge you aloud.

When he had nightmares you were the first person he wanted to see, and probably the only person. He would knock once on your door as he got up to go the library and you would wait until Peter’s breathing evened out again before following after him. Your husband slept like the dead and you were very grateful for it. When Edmund had nightmares his shoulders sagged more than usual and his spark was fizzled out. His lips were downcast and his eyes were rimmed red with dark bags underneath. His hands shook so you often held them and he sighed in relief at your touch.

As years passed the more you two touched one another. You would lay with your head in his lap as his fingers carded through your hair and you would vent to him the frustrations of the week. Meanwhile when he needed comfort you would let him lay between your legs, his head on your chest, his ear pressed over your heart. You two found immense comfort in one another and you become aware of it one night as you woke up from a dream that had you pressing your thighs together to try and ease the ache.

Noticing how you shifted, Peter had rolled over and pressed his lips to your neck, groping your breast. You were filled with dread as he’d lazily thrusted into you and panted low praises your ear, for you could only think of Edmund doing the same. From then on you had seen Edmund in the light that had been steadily getting brighter. In a cruel twist of fate your heart had chosen him.

Tonight was no different than the others. You couldn’t sleep. So you finally rolled out of bed, making sure Peter was still covered by the silky sheets. He often woke up, fulfilled his needs and yours, and then fell back into a deeper sleep until the morning. You dressed into a nightgown and then quietly left the room and let your legs carry you on autopilot to the library. You had much to think about and so you were glad to see that Edmund hadn’t arrived yet.

You were aware you loved him. And you hoped that he had similar feelings for you but you were not as sure as you wanted to be. What if you were just someone to talk to because he felt he couldn’t speak to his siblings lest he be judged? What if he truly viewed you as a sister? That might make you sick. But it’d be worse if you admitted your feelings and he hated you for loving him.

You couldn’t help it. He’d been your shoulder to cry on, and you’d been his. He made you laugh and smile and you felt so very free with him. You could get lost in his eyes for an eternity and nothing sounded more pleasant than tracing the constellation of freckles across his nose and cheeks. You wanted to run your fingers through his dark waves of hair and be held in his arms during the night. You wanted to hold him too and make him feel safe and make him feel invincible like he did for you. Edmund was your dream.

When he did arrive to the library, he found you sobbing with your hands hiding your face as your shoulders shook and you tried your best to breathe. Immediately he had fallen to his knees before you, his strong hands gently encircling around your wrists to pull your hands away. He hated when you hid from him. He wanted to look you in the eyes when he comforted you because he wanted to know that you truly were feeling better. It made his heart ache when he knew you were struggling.

His brother was a lucky son of a bitch and he was envious. Yet at the same time, Edmund knew for certain that you wouldn’t cry freely in front of Peter. You wouldn’t tell him your fears and hopes and worries and dreams. You wouldn’t stay up late with him speaking of your feelings and listening to his. Edmund knew that his brother had certain privileges with you however like being able to freely walk hand in hand with you all over the castle, even if he wouldn’t. He could touch you and wrap his arms around his waist as he slept and Peter could do all this yet he knew he only did when he wanted to get off. It was evident in the darkening love bites on your neck and collarbones.

Trust him, Edmund was plenty envious of that too. You were gorgeous and intelligent and everything he could ever dream of. You let him be himself and you comforted him. He was no traitor in your eyes. He was a strong, just king who had been to hell and back and still stood tall. Edmund felt like he could take on the world if you were only by his side.

So to see you so heartbroken over something, with your hands hiding your tears and your shoulders curved to make yourself smaller as you sobbed crushed him. As he pulled his hands away from your face and studied you he asked, “Did he do something?” He wasn’t sure what he was accusing his brother of, he knew the man would never hurt you intentionally or be cruel to you, yet he just had to ask.

You shook your head and sniffled, pulling him up to you so you could hug him. “Of course not Ed, I just realized that I can never have what I truly want in this life and it is weighing heavily on my mind, that is all,”

“And what might that be, little bird?” He spoke softly, your nickname rolling easily off of his tongue. He ran a hand from the top of your head to the end of your hair comfortingly. Edmund reveled in how soft your hair was. Your lips twitched up for a second and he felt good about it. He wasn’t liberal with his affections but with you it was different. He found that he wanted you near as often as possible and that he wanted to make you smile any way possible. He wanted to shower you in praises and affections and love. Because Edmund loved his brother’s wife. What kind of world was this? It should have upset him, he should feel guilt for loving a taken woman but he couldn’t. You were radiant and perfect and his heart belonged to you.

“Love is a distant dream and has been since I married, I love another but you know that it is impossible for me to be with them,” Your dewy eyelashes fluttered over your eyes as you pulled away from your long embrace to look him in the eyes.

Edmund was surprised at your easy admittance of this. His lips tugged down in a frown. “Who?” It wasn’t very smooth but dear god he was oblivious and he needed to know who you had fallen for. If it wasn’t him he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself. It was bad enough that you were Peter’s. If you were another’s as well it might kill him.

“I think you know Ed, I think both of us know,” You swallowed hard and your arms fell away from him. You were preparing yourself for rejection. Fear had taken a hold of you as you hinted at the younger brother who had owned your heart for some time. He started finally realizing what you meant as you held your gaze.

You rolled your eyes but you felt a smile tug at your mouth. You would’ve felt worried but even in the dark library you saw tinges of pink taking over the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks. Feeling emboldened you let a hand rest against where his shoulder and neck joined, your thumb stroking at the soft skin. His breath hitched.

Edmund stepped closer, your chest now pressed to his.You angled your face towards his. Your tears had dried and now you held some sort of hope in the depths of your eyes.

“You could be with them if you wanted, you and him could find a way,” He spoke shakily, his eyes still searching yours as his hand came to rest on your waist as the other came to tangle in your loose hair.

You had no response. There was too much on the line but you could only think of your proximity to the beautiful man you had come to know over the past couple years. Instead, you rose to the tips of your toes and pressed your lips against his. Immediately he tightened his arm around your waist and chased your retreating lips with his own. It made you feel desired and you knew now that he had you he wouldn’t let you go.

As he moved in tandem with you, his tongue experimenting with yours and his arm holding you to him you had the thought that Peter had never kissed you like this. Like you were something to be cherished and held on to. Like you were irreplaceable and wonderful.

A long time passed with you two pressed together in the quiet of the library. Yet breathing was a necessity and you two parted. You bumped your nose against his and he smiled, swiftly kissing your cheek.

“Does this mean Peter isn’t the one you love?” Edmund asked cheekily, a gleam in his eye that warmed you up.

“You know I don’t love him like I love you,” You said simply, bringing your lips to his once again, feeling more whole than you ever had before.

#narnia #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #peter x reader sort of?#peter pevensie #edmund is my boi i love him #completely self indulgent #it's been a rough couple weeks guys

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yeoobiii · 6 years ago

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Left Behind | Calum Hood

Pairing: College!Calum x College!Reader

Summary: As you got lost in the crowd of concert, you bump into a boy, you’re kinda familar with and from there on you are kind of forced to spend the rest of the evening with him and his friends.

Word cound: 3.9k

Warnings: drinking and that’s about it, ig

a/n: I had this in my drafts for a while now and felt like finishing it. It’s my first 5sos related imagine. It’s a little bit cheesy and turned out fluffy. Remember, feedback and criticism is highly appreciated. Enjoy!

The music was blasting through the speakers, flashing a wave of energy through your body you didn’t even know you had left in you anymore. You were standing for about four hours now and usually you’d be totally exhausted by now but the adrenaline that was currently streaming through your body made you forget about your tired legs.

As the next hook was about to drop the people around you opened a big hole in the crowd and everyone was ready to jump in. You weren't usually the type to join mosh pits because they always got so chaotic and sometimes you were seriously worried about getting hurt. But right now, at the moment, you didn’t care. You took a glance to your left to find your two best friends nodding at you, signalizing you that they were about to join the chaos as well. You smiled one more time to yourself, enjoying yourself before the beat dropped and every one jumped into that mosh pit, including you.

It was over faster than you would have thought. At that moment, you were completely carefree and the music owned your body. You were jumping, screaming and dancing, like every body around you. At some point someone stepped on your foot and it stung for a second, but you got over it fast as the act that was currently putting on a live show, started to rap their second verse of the song. The crowd calmed down a little and most people were facing the stage again.

You turned around to check if your friends were alright. But as you turned, you couldn’t make out one of the two familiar faces that belonged to your best friends. You started to look around, starting to ignore the loud bass, the cheering crowd and the flickering lights around you, as worry started to build inside of you. You couldn’t see them anywhere. You got your phone out to check if they already texted you but you had no new messages. You tried to call them with little hope and also no success. You lost your friends.

You thought about leaving the hall and just wait until the concert is over to meet with them outside afterwards, since you knew you couldn’t enjoy the concert anymore anyways. Not like this. You turned around to leave, as you bumped into someone.

You quickly apologized and moved past them, until, you heard them calling your name.

“Y/N?” they shouted after you. You knew that voice so, you turned around again.

“Calum?” you guessed making your way over to the familiar stature of the young man.

As you got closer you could make out his features and it really was Calum, standing there in front of you.

“It really is you! What are you doing here?” he smiled, taking you in for a short hug.

This took you by surprise. You didn’t know Calum too well. You weren’t even sure if you’d consider him your friend. But it also seemed like he was pretty hammered. But you had to chuckle at his question. What were you probably doing at a concert?

Calum was one of your classmates. And that was about it. At least that’s what you think, how he’d explain the relationship between you two. On your side, the thing was a little bit more complicated. It all started out about one and half years ago, since you started collage. You figured out fast that you had almost all your classes with the curly haired boy. At the beginning, he was just one of the guys you went to school with. Nothing more, nothing less. But over these one and a half years, you developed a crush on him. And you hated yourself for it.

You mostly knew him from little group projects you had to do in class. Either only the two of you or in a bigger group, but you started to notice, that you liked spending time with him. Even if it was only for school related stuff. The two of you even started to talk more once during these one and a half years but that died down quickly with him telling you how he was about to hit up another girl. He didn’t hurt you with stuff like that, it was just a bit frustrating sometimes.

You were likely to not tell your crushes about the feelings or liking you held towards them. For some reason you were always just too scared of rejections and you always thought it would probably be really awkward between the two of you if you’d have ever told him. You also didn’t want for him to have this kind of power over you. You imagined plenty of times the pity full look he’d have on his face, while telling you that you were sweet, but he didn’t return your feelings. And the thought about that always managed to send a cold shiver down your spine and it maybe still kind of hurt you in some way. Even tough you would never admit that to yourself.

So, you managed to live with the fact that he was just a silly crush you had and that you’d get over it at some point, which leaded you to the situation you were currently in. Still, not over him and him treating you like one of his mates. And the thing that all of his three mates from school were kind of your friends as well didn’t help at all. Sometimes you even did hang out together. You liked his friends and you always wondered why your relationship with him can’t be as uncomplicated as the friendships with the rest of his gang was. If you’re with them, you always get a laugh out of each other. It also wasn’t that bad if you were with him and his friends because they kind of distracted you from his cute curls, muscular arms and contagious laugh, which you loved to hear. You also loved when his lips where formed into a smile that took over his whole face.

And now you were standing there, worried about your friends, a little bit drunk, bumping into that one person you didn’t really expect to bump into. Plus, you didn’t really have the nerves right now to deal with the mess you called your feelings.

“What do you think I’m doing here? Same as you, dummy.” you replied, trying to put a smile on your face and ignoring the anxious feeling that were currently creeping up.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” he smiled, biting his lip and looking down at you.

“Yeah. But, ehm” your voice sounded more concerned this time as you tried to form your sentence, “You didn’t per chance saw my friends around?”

You turned on your phone as you wanted to show him a picture of them as you realized his head was already turned to the front again, not listening to anything you just said. As it wasn’t hard enough to communicate in all that screaming that was going on, anyways.

“Calum!” you called for his attention.

He turned to you, a drunken smile on his face. You showed him the picture of you and your friends.

“Have you seen them?” you shouted over the crowd that was currently going wild.

“Them? No, sorry. But she’s hot!” he grinned, pointing at your phone.

Well, that didn’t really help, but thanks for your input, Calum. You rolled your eyes at him. It wasn’t like you were already in a shitty situation.

“I’m gonna leave. Have fun.” you screamed over the music.

As you were about to turn your back at the tall boy, he called out for you again.

“Y/N, wait!”

He called you again so, you turned around again.

“You really wanna miss the rest of the concert?” he asked like he’d genuinely care, “We can still go and search for your friends after and you can stay with us if you want”.

His offer took you by surprise, the second time this evening. But the suggestion was really tempting, since you really liked the act that was currently playing and you were excited for this concert for about half a year now. So, you decided to quickly text your friends, that they don’t need to worry about you and that you found someone you knew and could stay with for the rest of the concert. You said you were sorry and that you could meet outside after. Putting your phone back in your pocket you turned back to Calum, who was loudly singing along, knowing all the lyrics.

“You know what, yeah, why not.” you smiled up at him, receiving a smile from him as well which made you a little bit week in your knees, but as usual, you ignored it.

As the evening was going on, you caught yourself enjoying yourself more and more. Calum had also friends with him. The only one you knew was a boy called Ashton. You had also some classes with him, and he was one of Calum's closest friends, as far as you knew. But there was another guy you have never seen before. He introduced himself as Dylan. At some point you even found yourself grounding your body against his, not spending one single though on Calum.

The main thing why you keep hiding your feelings for Calum, was because if he rejected you, you still had to face him every day and with that you’d be reminded of the embarrassment. But like this, with a guy you’d probably never see again or only if you wanted, it was easy.

Even though you had fun with him, you knew what he was after. You didn’t really have much experience on the dating front, but you weren’t blind. And it actually felt really good to be admired by someone. It gave you the feeling on having power, which was quite the opposite of how you felt almost everyday around your long-time-crush, namely insecure. So, you enjoyed every second of it.

As the concert was over, you almost forgot about your friends. But as soon as you were outside, you heard your phone ring. Just then you saw that you had twelve missed calls.

“Shit.” you mumbled to yourself, picking up your phone.

“Y/N? Where the hell were you?” your one friend was asking you, worry clear audible in her voice.

“I met some friends form school, I texted you guys.” you tried to explain.

Within the conversation with your friends, Dylan asked you for your tag to go and get your jacket for you. While your friend was telling you something, you searched for your tag, found it and handed it to Dylan, mumbling a quiet, “thank you”.

“Did you hear anything of what I just said?” your friend hissed at you.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” with your free hand you held your other ear closed, since it was still kinda crowded and with that comes the noise around you.

“We are already on our way home, Y/N.” sighed your friend.

“What? You did leave without me?” you started to ramble. Worry was building inside of you for the second time this evening on the thought of how to get home all by yourself. It was a good one and a half hour car ride until you were back home.

“Melissa got sick, she threw up on the toilets and I don’t think it’s because of the alcohol. I decided to bring her home, I tried to call you but you weren’t picking up.” she started to explain, you could hear out of the way her voice sounded, that she was sorry, “I even searched for you in the crowd for fifteen minutes but couldn’t find you anywhere and Melissa could barely stand, I had to do something.”

“So, you decided to leave without me?!” you hissed at her, genuinely pissed that your friends left you behind like this.

“What should I have done, huh. Tell me. Should I have let her practically die outside and come back to party with you?” she said sarcastically.

“No, of course not.” you rubbed your forehead, trying to figure out on how to get home yourself.

“Also, where is the problem, why can’t you go home with your friends form school?”

“It’s not that easy, V.” you tried to explain but couldn’t find any words on how to.

No one knew about your crush on Calum, since telling someone would make it become real. Without anyone knowing you could still tell yourself that your feelings not there or that they will go away in a magical way at some point.

“Well, it has to be that easy, Y/N. Except you wanna go home all by yourself.”

“Yeah, I know.”

As you took a look in the direction the boys left to get their and also your jacket you saw them walking towards you.

“I gotta go, V.” you cut her off, “Call me if your home safe, alright. Oh and you owe me.”

“Sure, same goes for you” she hung up, leaving you alone with Calum, Ashton and Dylan.

Last named just handed you your jacket, “There you go.”

“Thank you.” you smiled at him.

“Yo, Y/N” Calum begun, pulling your attention at him, “Where are your friends?”

All the boys were looking at you, waiting for an answer.

“Well, they already left.” you admitted to them, “is there a chance that the three of you have an empty seat in your car for someone like me.”

“I’m sure we can squeeze you in there, Y/N.”, Ashton chuckles as he put an arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you guys so much, really”, you thanked them, relieve washing over you, but you were still a little on edge because of the two men that were walking behind you and Ashton, “You really are my saviors.”

Next thing you knew, you were 60 dollars poorer and walking through a shabby train compartment looking for an opportunity to sit. Your legs were tired as hell. You finally got to feel that, since there is no adrenaline left in your body.

As you found a part in the train where the four of you could sit together, Ashton claimed it really fast as theirs.

“Didn’t I say we could squeeze you in?”, he grinned. A grin you’d like to punch out of his stupid face.

You didn’t even mind traveling by train. It was just that you were really exhausted. Plus, the short walk through the cold and fresh, night spring air, managed to get you sober again. So, now you were trapped in that train, with your dumb crush, a guy that still hope to get you laid tonight and an Ashton that didn’t seem to shut up and the saddest thing, you weren’t even drunk anymore.

The train wasn’t even running for ten minutes until you fell asleep leaning against the train window.

“Yo, this girl is fire and I’m so gonna get it tonight, guys”, Dylan cheered.

But he seemed to be the only one to find it funny how he was messing with a girl that couldn’t defend herself at the moment, because she was fast asleep.

Ashton only commented with, “If you say so.” And he was quick on looking back at his phone. And Calum, he was sending a death glare Dylan’s way. He hated how he talked about you and the fact that you couldn’t defend yourself, made him feel like he had to.

Calum didn’t really like the game that Dylan and you were playing the whole evening, anyways. As he spotted you on the dance floor in the middle of the crowd earlier this evening, he had to smile to himself. For some odd reason, it filled him with joy, watching you having a good time. But as soon as he spotted Dylan behind you, his smile was fast to be replaced with a frown. That should be him, dancing and laughing with you, he thought. But he probably must have messed up at some point of the evening. Why would you prefer to dance with stranger than with your friend Ashton or more specific him?

“Man, I need to take a piss.” Dylan suddenly said out of the blue, making Ashton getting up and joining him.

As Ashton already left to get in another compartment where the toilet was, Calum held Dylan back by his arm.

“Stop it, man.” he warned, glancing at him to make clear what he’s talking about.

“Why? You like her?” Dylan raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“N- No. It’s just… she has a boyfriend, man” he lied.

“Alright, man”, Dylan put his hands up in defense and left for the toilets.

Shortly after Dylan disappeared, following after Ashton.

“Why did you tell him I have a boyfriend?”, you suddenly spoke up.

Calum jumped at your words, since he expected you to be asleep. Suddenly he found himself in a position where he had to explain himself.

“Dylan just isn’t one of the nice guys” he explained quietly with his head down, not looking at you.

You didn’t know where you got the sudden push of confidence as you placed your head on his shoulder and tried to get some more sleep since you had another 30 minutes in the train ahead of you. Also, you weren’t really to keen on having a conversation with Dylan at this point.

Calum’s heart skipped a beat at your sudden move. But at the same time, it feels so natural for you to be close to him and sleeping peacefully. Its kind of calmed Calum down at the same time as it brought, for him, confusing feelings about you up, which he tried to push down for the whole evening now.

“Boyfriend, huh”, Calum heard Dylan say as he spotted you asleep on his shoulders.

As you were at the end station and you had to get out, Calum tried to wake you up softly. He gently shook you at your shoulders.

“We’re here, Y/N. Time to get out” he whispered softly.

As you opened your eyes and looked up at him you had to quickly orientate yourself. As it all came crushing down to you, you took your head off Calum’s shoulder, leaving him instantly missing it. You didn’t know why you got so close to him, but it confused you beyond believe. Why didn’t he reject you as you put your head on his shoulder?

As Dylan, Ashton and actually also Calum were meant to say their goodbyes, because you had another twenty-minute train ride ahead of you until you were home, but the rest of the boys were living in the city, you hugged Dylan and Ashton wishing them a good night. As you were supposed to say bye to Calum, you didn’t know what to do. Hug him? Shake his hand? Wave at him? You heard Calum speak up.

“I’m gonna come with you.”

“What?” your mind took a few seconds to process what he had just told you, “No, Calum, you really don’t have to. I’ll be fine, I swear.” You assured him, since bringing you home would take him another hour to get home himself.

“But I want to.” he admitted, glancing at you with a soft smile covering his lips. His looks made you go week in your knees.

“We’ll leave you to it, lovebirds. Goodnight.” Dylan and Ashton said their goodbyes one last time, turning on their heels and walking into the opposite direction of where you were standing.

“Why?” you asked, your voice almost inaudible.

“Because.” was the only explanation you were getting out of him.

You decided to not further protest and just let him bring you home. For whatever reason he was doing it.

Your second train ride was manly quiet and filled with silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, thought, like you had expected it to be. You didn’t know what it was but something changed between the two of you. As you were looking out of the window, making out the few little lights of people’s houses, where they were still awake, probably watching TV and watching the sky, where you could make out a few little stars, since it was cloudy that evening, you could feel Calum's glare at you. It practically burned itself into your skin. It felt like if he would dare to look away from your slightly blushed cheeks, curvy eyelashes and at the way your nose was shaped, he’d die in an instant.

From time to time you send him a glance yourself, allowing your eyes to meet. You couldn’t hold the glare long, though, the butterflies in your stomach getting the best of you. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t feel insecure around you anymore. You felt safe.

As you got out of the train, Calum insisted on walking you home as well. Even though you though it was too much, since he must be tired himself, he didn’t accept a no.

“You enjoyed the concert?” he suddenly asked out of the blue, his eyes meeting the concrete walkway underneath him. It almost felt as he was getting all shy on you all of a sudden.

“Yeah, except that I lost my friends, and they also went home without me, it was great!” you stated, making your voice sound sarcastic.

“Wasn’t that bad after all in my opinion.” Calum commented, sounding sincere.

“No. No, it wasn’t.” you admitted. A small smile was forming on your face at the thought of how your evening went down since you lost your friends. It was definitely something you were expecting form yourself but it was fun. You told yourself to do stuff like that more often, without the part of losing your friends.

As you were standing in front of your door, the mood was tense. You didn’t know how to thank Calum properly for accompany you this far.

“I had fun tonight, Y/N.”, Calum admitted, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, me too.”

Last thing you knew after a few long seconds of silence, was Calum starring at your lips before his were directly connected with yours. It wasn’t like you weren’t already surprised enough about how this evening turned out, this action tops it all.

As you were over the first shock, you kissed him back. It was an innocent but still a pure kiss. And you didn’t want it to end. All the weeks, even moths of admiring this boy from the far and now he was kissing you. At that moment nothing seemed important, except for the two of you standing there. The thought of Dylan vanished your mind a long time ago and was replaced with Calum and Calum only.

As the two of you broke apart, Calum was the first one to say something.

“Tell me, Y/N. Why are we doing this only now?”

You pressed your forehead against his, smiling. At this moment you felt nothing but happiness. It was a feeling you haven’t witnessed this strong in quite a while.

“I don’t think you have a train back to the city until five in the morning.” you informed him, slightly giggling, “Wanna stay over?”

“I’d appreciate that.”

You opened your front door, stepping inside.

“You’re sleeping on the floor, though.”

#5sos imagine #5sos one shot #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fan fiction #5 seconds of summer one shot #calum hood #calum hood imagine #Calum Hood one shot #Calum Hood x reader #Ashton Irwin #Ashton Irwin imagine #calum x reader #5sos Calum #Cashton #Calum 5sos #cool guy cal #5sos #this turned out hella cheesy im sorry #college!calum

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swellwriting · 7 years ago

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A Silent Devotee Part Six - Light within Darkness

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: This chapter contains smut ( and its sweet soft first time exploring shit which needs a warning of its own) !

A/N: i wrote a line in here thats a nod to my fav marauders so if you notice it and it personally attacks you I’m sorry but also please tell me lmao !!! <3

Word count 2.5 k Series Masterlist Part Seven

After that kiss between you and Draco not much else happened, you continued to sit by the lake. You laid your head on his lap, one of his hands brushed through your hair while you fiddled with his other, tracing lines and examining his fingers and palm.

You talked until it got dark outside and you had to go back in, you didn’t talk about the serious stuff like where your relationship was going or his death eater plans, you decided to live with him there in that moment and for that snippet of time everything felt okay.

You would have stayed outside all night if you knew how much things where about to change. Draco tried his hardest to remember everything about that night, it gave him hope of what a future with you could potentially look like, peaceful, carefree and loving. If he needed something, or someone to fight for that was it.

The next day as you made your way back from the library after studying with your friends you ran into Dumbledore, someone you had never really spoken to before.

“So I see Mr. Malfoy found his Fwooper.” Dumbledore spoke without even saying hello or stopping in front of you, he continued walking down the hall but you needed answers so you walked up beside him.

“What did you say?” You weren’t sure if you had heard him right.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell, some of my favourite students had Animagi secrets like you, they used it for good like you as well, to help a friend in need of coarse.” Dumbledore revealed so much information and simultaneously none at all.

“What do you mean helping a friend, Headmaster I’m a bit confused as to what you are talking about.” You questioned as he sat down on a bench in the empty hallway motioning for you to join him.

“Y/n dear, I know more and see more than people think, me and you have never spoken much before because you never needed guidance or reassurance like some students do. I did take notice to you, you were well liked for all the right reasons, non-judgmental, you have a passion for learning in which some students lack, you will be a great witch someday.”

“Thank you, but now I need guidance?” You questioned to where he was going with this.

“Well, not too long ago Draco showed up in my office to find out about a Fwooper bird, which I had assumed to be following him around, I know Draco doesn’t have the best path lied in front of him so I looked furthur into it. But not too long later I see him walking through the halls with none other than you, which I can only assume his follower was you and taking into account who I know you to be as a person and student, You, well what I’m trying to say is you don’t seem to be black mailing him, you have good intent.” Dumbledore tried to explain which made you question how much he knew about Draco.

“I don’t want to hurt anybody.” You confessed.

“Of course not, and that’s why you were the perfect person to stumble upon Draco in his time of need, but in a war like the one that’s slowly brewing, people are going to get hurt and die. I’m not saying it’s your job to keep Draco safe but being there for him will make such a difference. It’s not much to assume that with his father in Azkaban and the way he was acting like he had something to hide that he’s having to…fill his father’s shoes per say. In the end there are plans bigger than you may know, but what you do have to know is Draco is faced with darkness and you are everything light and good, he needs you to be there for him for there are decisions and actions he may have to do, and it is important that he does.” Dumbledore just dumped so much info onto you at once in his backwards way and you tried to process it, but when you looked up to question him further he was gone.

You were left confused, as if somehow Dumbledore knew something you didn’t, but how could he? You made your way back to Draco’s room to go see him but when you arrived at the Slytherin common room you were blocked by Pansy.

“You’re not a slytherin you can’t come in.” Pansy stood with her arms crossed in front of you.

“I don’t want to come in, can you just go get Draco for me?” You asked seeing as she was the only one around.

“Why would I do anything for you? Besides he’s not even here.” She spoke pushing her nose up in the air.

“I don’t have time to deal with you, whether he truly is here or not, your infuriating to be around.” You said with precision wiping that smirk off her face as you walked away. It wasn’t normal for you to be mean to people but Pansy deserved it.

You walked through the hallways back towards your own common room but as you passed a hallway you saw Draco walking at a fast pace. You ran to catch up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, he jumped but when he realized it was you he relaxed his shoulders and gently held your arms with his hands.

You turned around him to see he looked stressed and his wand was in his hands, something you noticed he did when he was scared although he’d never admit it.

“What are you doing?” You rubbed your thumbs across his cheeks feeling his skin, he closed his eyes contently at the small contact.

“Nothing, I’m just… nothing.” He said, although he was clearly lying.

“Well why would you look so stressed out over nothing.” You said wrapping your arms around his waist as he did the same, holding each other close.

“I just can’t really talk about it, I’m sorry I-” You interrupted him with a kiss which took him by surprise, he didn’t get the chance to kiss back before you pulled away.

“I won’t push you for answers, those done matter to me, you do.” You said sweetly.

“Merlin, I’d be so lost without you.” He rested his head on yours while he spoke, waiting for you to speak again before he could kiss you.

“Well then call me your map.” You giggled at your lame joke making him smile.

“I’d rather call you something else.” He almost whispered to you.

“Mhm? Like what?” You questioned hoping you knew where he was going.

“I don’t know, maybe my girlfriend?” He asked timidly, like you hadn’t just kissed him minutes ago, like the way you were holding him right now was in a friendly manner.

“Well I do like the ring of that.” You laughed, kissing him again it was short and sweet since you pulled away quickly but Draco had no plan of pulling away, he continued leaning into the kiss and your lips not being there made him pout.

“My own Girlfriend won’t even kiss me.” He teased.

“I just did you fool, I just don’t want to kiss you more here.” You motioned to the hallway that was mostly empty but Draco looked behind him to see the room of requirement, remembering what he was just doing in there and silently agreed that he wanted to get away from here.

He took your hand and walked at a fast pace to the empty astronomy tower.

“We are just as likely to get caught here Draco.” You said as you rested your elbows on the brick, looking up to the stars.

“Well at least we can hear them coming up the stairs, gives us time to stop snogging and act innocent, there are no rules about being up here.” Draco spoke like he had thought this over, to which he had, falling asleep many nights just thinking about this.

“Okay then, tell me about the constellations then.” You said motioning towards the many that lit up the sky.

“Well I don’t know any that you don’t know, we took the same astrology class Y/n.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you resting his chin atop your shoulder.

“What? You mean to tell me, Mr. Fancy Rich Malfoy didn’t have an expensive telescope to look through growing up?” You teased, making him supress his laugh in your shoulder.

“Well we did actually, but it was more of a decoration.” He admitted.

“Well you will just have to teach me something else then.” You said with a suggestive smile on your face, you turned to face him capturing his lips in a deep kiss, you placed your hands on the sides of his face and he eagerly pulled your body flush to his.

You kissed down his cheek and down his neck gently sucking and nipping at the skin, you didn’t break contact from his neck while you pushed him down to straddle his lap, your knees hitting the cold concrete underneath the two of you.

“Oh, well, I can’t teach you much about that either” he struggled to say while you continued to kiss his neck, scared to admit how little experience he truly had with this sort of stuff.

“That’s okay, I don’t have any experience either, a lot of people like me but not enough to ask me to Hogsmead or anything?” You admitted, this whole relationship thing was completely new to you.

“You’ve never been on a date to Hogsmead?” Draco asked making a shocked face. “People didn’t like me but I still got asked to Hogsmead many times.”

“Wow thanks Draco that makes me feel so great.” You said sarcastically “Tell me more about all these girls that you snogged and bought candy at Honey Dukes, really I do love it.” You continued to joke, not in a jealous way just making fun of him really.

“No, I only ever went a few times but they all bored me or annoyed me, you’re the first person I ever kissed Y/n, you’re the only person I’ve ever felt like this with.” He admitted placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I get to be Draco Malfoys first kiss?” You aked pretending to sound astonished at the news.

“You can be a couple other firsts if you’d like.” He said now kissing your neck and down your collar bone.

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“How about more than a couple.” You said holding back a moan as he sucked hard on the base of your neck, likely leaving a mark.

“We better get started then.” He said seductively as he swiftly lifted your shirt over your head, your lips met in a searing kiss moving effortlessly together, tongues moving to each other’s mouths sloppily kissing like you had seen others do, just learning the motions.

His hands made their way to your bra fumbling to undo the back for a second before revealing your bare chest to the cold night air making your nipples perk up.

Draco pulled away from the kiss making you let out a noise of protest as he admired your chest, his pants tightening at just the sight of you, he reached out his hands looking up to your eyes again as you nodded giving him permission to caress your breasts, he squeezed them lightly and then slowly got a bit rougher testing how far he could go, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples and kissing his way down your neck until he reached your breasts, now sucking and kissing all over them.

“Mhm, Draco its so, so good.” You moaned, making sure he knew what you liked and didn’t since you were both experimenting.

You grinded down onto his growing bulge making him stop what he was doing with his mouth and let out a low moan that he tried to supress. “Merlin Y/n, that’s heavenly.” He said into the skin of your neck.

His hand sneaked up your skirt making you move back a bit on his lap, his finger pushed your panties to the side, you unzipped his pants slipping your hand under his pants grabbing his length in your hand.

You both were filled to the brim with ecstasy needing a release quickly. Draco pushed his fingers between your slits rubbing over your clit and sticking two fingers slowly inside of you, making you squeeze his dick with your hand and burry your face in his neck.

When you pulled his underwear down and wrapped your fingers around him, slowly moving your hand up and down he bit down on your shoulder groaning. Both of you weren’t new to the general actions, you just weren’t used to someone else doing it.

Draco curled his fingers inside you continuously pumping his fingers in and out as you continued to pump him with your hand, both of you speeding up trying to get that release. You squeezed around his fingers and you felt him twitch in your hand signalling that the both of you were close to release.

Your chests heaving as you both came undone in each other’s hands, staying still for a moment before relaxing into each other’s bodies catching your breath.

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“That was so nice.” You said in a tired voice against his neck.

“Just nice?” Draco questioned wrapping his arms around your back.

“More than nice, amazing, lovely, addicting.” You muttered against his skin leaving kisses after each words.

“oh addicting you say? You want more?” Draco cheekily asked snaking his hand back under your skirt but you stopped him.

“Of course just not right now, it’s getting close to curfew Draco.” You used all your willpower to stop him even though you really wanted more.

“Oh you and following the rules, how boring.” He teased passing you your bra and shirt as you did his pants back up for him.

“Shhh, you love how good I am.”

“Well opposites attract, or at least that’s what they say.” Draco said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

As you made your way back to your common room Draco stopped outside. “Let me take you to Hogsmead on the weekend?” He asked eagerly, a big smile on his face.

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself Malfoy.”

“I make no promises.” He chuckled as he placed a tender sweet kiss on your lips. People saw and stared but when you pulled away quickly looked away from the two of you.

“Goodnight Draco.” You smiled walking into your common room filled to the brim with happiness and joy.

Draco was left alone in the hallway, the quiet whispers deafening , the judgmental stares stabbing into his skin, he made his way back to his own common room and replayed the memory of the two of you at the lake, it helped to calm him down.

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soaimagines · 7 years ago

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Happy Thanksgiving 🦃

Part Two of The Holly-Day Series

Part One: Happy Halloween

Pairing: Happy x OC Holly

Word Count: 3,115

Authors Note: Im sorry this is late! Life got in the way. But heres part two of the Holly-day series. Part three will be up for Christmas 💕

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Holly leant back in her chair in the office, her feet resting in the eye of the desk as she doodled in the notepad in her hands. She wasn’t the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and was working hard to perform both parts of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’. Jax and Chibs were working in the garage, although they were spending more time talking about club business than doing any work. Holly’s voice grew louder as she sang the song and once she reached the chorus she was really belting it out. They could even hear her pens hitting the desk as back up music and Jax rolled his eyes. Chibs chuckle and they both walked into the office. Holly glanced up but continued singing. “I really can’t staaaayy..” She flung her ‘microphone’ pen out and held it to Jax who simply shook his head. Holly threw her hands up and shifted in her seat to sit up straight. “How rude, Jackson, just barging in here. Can’t you see I’m busy?” She pointed to a pile of paperwork on the desk that she had been ignoring all morning. Chibs laughed at that and leant against the wall. “Ye know it’s only November, Holly.” “What’s your point, Filip?” “The point is, stop singing fucking Christmas carols.” Holly gasped and held a hand to her best in faux hurt. “How dare you!” Jax smirked and shook his head and Holly cracked a smile too. “Well now that you boys are here you can tell me, What time are we meeting at the maze tomorrow?” Jax blanked and looked to Chibs, whose expression mirrored his own. Holly rolled her eyes. “Gems been talking about it all week! The corn maze?!” “Ohhh youre wanting to know if your boyfriends gonna be back in time huh?” Jax teased. Holly glared at him when Chibs jumped in. “A romantic walk, getting lost in tha corn.” “Seriously, boys. Grow up.” The boys were about to respond when the roar of motorcycles filled the lot and they all peered outside. Four bikes rolled in and Holly recognised them as Happy, Juice, Kozik and Bobby. For almost a fortnight the four had been away, helping out in Tacoma charter, though Holly wasn’t sure of the reasons behind it. All Holly knew was that the absence had most definitely been noticed. Especially of one in particular. Happy had been the forefront of her thoughts even more than usual ever since the Halloween Party she had thrown where she could have sworn they had shared a moment before Tig had interrupted. She watched longingly as he backed his bike up and imagined herself running down from the office to greet him. How hed look up and grin while shed run in slow motion. How he’d run towards her and meet her halfway. How he’s lift his helmet off and toss it aside and she would leap into his arms, ‘The Notebook’ style, his strong arms wrapping around her. He’d say something like “oh how I’ve missed you, my one true love!” And pull her into a smouldering, earth-moving kiss while music played and the guys clapped and cheered and in the background, fireworks!... “Holly!” “Huh?!” She snapped out of her imagination to find Jax and Chibs smirking at her dreamy flushed expression. “Jesus darlin, you might need a napkin for all that drool.” “Shut up!” Holly snapped and stood up. She grabbed a wad of paperwork and shooed them out of the office before slamming the door behind him. The commotion drew the attention of the new arrivals and Holly twisted the blinds shut before slumping back to the desk.

♔

Holly stepped out of the taxi, thanking the driver and walked swiftly to the front door. Knock-knock. Holly adjusted her grip on the dish in her hands and waited rather impatiently. After twenty seconds of no response she knocked again and this time she saw a light flick on through the window. Eventually the door cracked open and she saw Clay peering at her through the gap “Holly?!” “G’morning!” She pushed the door open with her hip and walked into the house. Clay looked baffled as he watched her place the dish and the bags on the counter. “You know what time it is?” Clay asked stifling a yawn. Holly turned to him and noticed his boxer shorts and black singlet, and from his tired expression she could tell he had just woken up. “Where’s Gemma?” “In bed, like a normal person at,” He glanced at the clock. “Twenty past five, Jesus.” “Oh no.” She walked away from him, leaving him staring after you with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on his face. She walked down the hallway and entered the main bedroom, rolling her eyes at the form of Gemma’s body under the comforter. She strode over to the window and ripped the curtains open for dramatic affect, although it was still dark out. “Rise and shine, Gem!” She sang. Gemma groaned and sat up. “Is this a nightmare or are you really in my room?” She asked as she reached for her glasses. “I thought you would have known better than to sleep in.” Holly tutted. She grabbed the robe hanging off the door and tossed it to Gemma. “Get showered, we have a schedule.” And with that she turned and walked back to the kitchen. After twenty minutes Gemma walked in to see Holly hauling the turkey out of the refrigerator. “Need a hand?” Gemma mused as she reached for her cigarettes. Holly glared at her. “Look who finally showed up!” Gemma smirked. “Oh sweetheart it’s far too early for your attitude.” Holly rolled her eyes and opened the dish of stuffing. She had stayed up late last night preparing it. It was an old family recipe passed down from her grandmother and she had wanted to make it perfect. She knew Donna used to make it for Opie and she knew it would mean a lot to him.

The next few hours went relatively smoothly. Gemma had finally gotten stuck in although Holly was still stressing about being behind schedule. Jax and Tara had arrived with the kids although Tara was no help. That was mostly Gemma’s fault, as she didn’t trust her to touch any of the food prep so Tara was stuck cleaning up after them. Holly glanced at the clock and called for Clay, who groaned immediately upon hearing his name. “Can you get the table ready?” Holly asked as she rolled out the pastry for her pumpkin pie. Clay frowned. “Why? We’re not eating for ages.” “God do none of you care about things being perfect?! Just get the extra chair out at least. We need five for the kids table and twelve for the adults.” Gemma shook her head. “We need thirteen.” Holly frowned. She never counted wrong, not when it came to place settings. “Did you change the guest list?” She nodded casually. “Happy and his mom are coming.” “WHAT?!” Everyone stared at Holly, surprised by her outburst and she blushed deeply. “I mean it’s fine it’s just I didn’t plan for extra people and there might not be enough pie for everyone, and ahh..” Gem smirked and winked. “I’m sure you could share your pie with him, sweetheart.” Holly’s cheeks went an even darker shade of red and she tore her apron from her waist. “I need to.. pee.” And with that she ran to the bathroom, leaving the rest of her strange family in laughter.

♔

The house was filling up with guests, and Holly was in an even bigger frenzy now as she waited for Happy and his mother to arrive. She had never actually met Mrs Lowman, but in her imaginary life, where her and Happy were madly in love, they got on well. The nerves were setting in well and truly and she wanted everything to run smoothly, even more so now. The only guests to arrive were Happy, his mother, and Tig. All the food was ready to be served but Holly was still pottering around the kitchen, double checking the dishes were presented to a high standard. “Here.” She looked up, to see Juice holding out a glass of wine and he laughed at her startled expression. “Relax, Hol. Everything looks great.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she smiled at her friend as he embraced her. Just then there was a knock on the door and Holly quickly finished the wine and made herself look busy. Juice rolled his eyes and beamed at the newcomers. Happy held out the door for his mother and Gemma hurried over to greet them. Juice and Holly smiled as they watched them hug and Mrs Lowman turned to face them. Her eyes fell on Juice and she looked him up and down. “My my.. You are looking good, my Juicy.” Juice chuckled nervously, avoiding Happys narrowing eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. He shoved Holly forward. “This is Holly.” Holly gulped, her eyes similar to those of a deer caught in the headlights and she adjusted her outfit. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Lowman.” She smiled. Mrs Lowman pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Please, call me Maria.” She stepped back and looked at Holly warmly. “I have heard so much about you.” “Oh?” Happy cleared his throat and stepped in, ushering his mother to the side where Chibs was waiting to greet them. Juice nudged Holly with his elbow. “Shut it, Ortiz.” Juice scoffed and raised his arms in defence. “I didn’t say anything.” He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some more into the glass. “Thanks.” Holly sighed in relief. She reached for the bottle and walked away, chugging the contents and leaving Juice holding the glass he had filled for her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. It was going to be a long night.

♔

Laughter and banter filled the room as everyone filled their plates and took their seats around the table. Clay had finally gotten off his ‘lazy old ass’ (as Holly called it) and carved the turkey and Holly watched with a smile as she waited for all the guests to serve before she grabbed a plate. She scooped a variety of salads and casseroles onto her plate in small quantities and picked out the white meat of the turkey before turning to the table. Everyone was seated, and Holly scanned the table for an empty seat. The only chair left empty was between Opie and Happy, and Holly gripped her plate as she walked closer. She couldn’t help but feel she had been set up and by the cheeky grin Opie flashed her she knew she was right. Mrs ‘Call Me Maria’ Lowman was seated opposite her son and next to Juice, who looked uncomfortably awkward by the seating arrangement. Holly slid into her seat and laid a napkin across her lap. “Holly, Opie has been telling me you cooked all of this?” Holly blushed. “Not all of it, it was a joint effort.” “Well, food is the way to a mans heart.” Maria winked, sending Holly’s cheeks and darker shade of red and she turned to look at her son. “Hasn’t she done great, Happy?” Happy nodded and glanced at Holly. “It looks amazing.” He rasped quietly. Holly smiled and wished the ground could swallow her whole and she shot Juice a pleading ‘save me’ look. Thankfully he caught on and roped Mrs Lowman into a conversation, diverting her attention to ‘my Juicy’ as she called him. As the night went on Holly became more relaxed, mostly due to the wine she was consuming but she found herself chatting comfortably with Happy. Every now and then his denim clad thigh would brush against hers and every time it sent shivers down her spine. She fought hard to keep her cool, despite the manic thoughts that were running through her mind and she even managed to hold a conversation with Maria. And just like in her imagination, they got on well. Maria watched from across the table as Happy and Holly chatted between themselves. She could tell there was something was growing between the two, if only they could see it for themselves.

After dinner Holly cleared the dishes, with the help of Lyla and Tara. She had just placed a stack of plates on the counter when Juice darted into the kitchen. “What the hell, Hol!” “What?” Holly asked, taken aback. “I’ve been sending you signals all night. Happys mom is in love with me!” Holly laughed and rolled her eyes. “We all know you're handsome Juice, but get over yourself.” “I’m serious! If you hadn’t been eye fucking Happy all night maybe you’d have noticed her stroking my Mohawk!” Juice hissed. Holly laughed, brushing off his comment and began scraping plates. Juice threw his hands in the air in defeat and walked out of the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of “its a curse, being this good looking.”.

♔

The night was drawing to an end and those that were left were lounging on the sofas, chatting amongst themselves. Holly had headed to the kitchen to clear up the rest of the dessert dishes and pack the leftovers into containers for the guys to take home. Juice was helping her, and he groaned as he watched her scoop a generous portion of sweet potato casserole into a Tupperware container. “I don’t ever wanna see that again.” “You didn’t like it?” Holly asked. Juice shook his head. “I liked it too much. There’s no more room in here, I’m so fat.” He poked at his sculpted torso and Holly rolled her eyes. “Take some. I know how useless you are at cooking and you’ll want it tomorrow.” Just as Juice began to protest the two were joined my Happy and his mother, instantly sending a blush creeping up Holly’s neck. “Holly, my sweet girl, thank you for everything.” “Anytime, Mrs Lowman.” Holly smiled warmly. “Maria.” Mrs Lowman corrected before turning to Juice. “And you.” She looked him up and down before glancing between Holly and Happy and cleared her throat. “My Juicy, why don’t you take me home?” Happy frowned. “I can take you Ma.” “Don’t be silly, hijo, you stay and help Holly clean up. Take her home.” Happy glanced between his mother and Holly, whose cheeks were blushing deeply. “Cmon, My Juicy.” Maria wrapped her arm around Juice and pulled him to the door. Holly watched helplessly as Juice threw back one last alarmed look before being dragged outside and then the door was closed; leaving Happy and Holly alone in the kitchen. Silence fell between them and Holly turned back to the leftovers. Happy moved to stand beside her and Holly gulped. “I can finish up, if you wanted to head off.” Happy shook his head. “I want to help.” He reached for a dish, at the same time as Holly did and their hands brushed against each other. The light contact turned her legs to jelly and she bit her lip, quickly busying herself with the rest of the dishes. Once they were done Holly stacked the leftover containers on the counter. “You ready?” Happy asked quietly. Holly met his eye, getting lost in the darkness of his pupils and nodded. They said their goodbyes, earning a round of smirks and winks from the rest of the guys and left the house.

♔

They walked down the steps in silence, although it wasn’t uncomfortable. Holly followed Happy to Juices bike and he passed her his helmet. She smiled and pulled it into her head and he watched her fumble with the buckle before smirking. “Here, let me.” Holly gulped as he stepped closer and tightened the strap beneath her chin and she couldn’t help but study his features. “Ready?” He asked, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded and after he was seated she grasped his broad shoulders and swung her leg over the bike. The engine roared to life beneath them and she grabbed hold of his waist as the bike rolled out into the street. He rode carefully, taking the corners smoothly and Holly smiled contently. She studied the way his hands gripped the handle bars and his tattooed arms. Before long the bike rolled to a stop in Holly’s driveway and Happy shut the engine off. She swung off the bike and Happy did the same while she unbuckled the helmet. “Thanks for the ride.” Happy nodded and flashed her a rare smile. “Anytime.” In silence they walked to the front steps and Holly fumbled with the keys as she unlocked the door. Once unlocked she swung the door open and cleared her throat. “Thanks.. again. Did you wanna..come in?” “I should get going.” Happy said quietly. Holly nodded, hoping her disappointment wasn’t shown on her face. She moved to step past him but he reached out and grasped her wrist. Holly gulped as she turned to look at him, the gap between them nearly nonexistent. His jaw clenched and she watched as his tongue darted across his lower lip and her breath caught in her throat as he dipped his head. Holly closed her eyes and tilted her head towards him when the shrill ringtone of his cell rang out. He pulled away and whipped his burner out of his pocket. “What?” He rasped into the receiver. A blush crept to Holly’s cheeks and she made an attempt to step back but with Happys hand still wrapped around her wrist it proved difficult. “You should probably head over here.. soon.” She could hear Juice saying on the other line. “Is ma okay?” Happy demanded, his body instantly tensing. “What? Yeah, she’s fine. But she uh.. she keeps calling me her Puerto Rican prince and don’t get me wrong Killer, your moms great, but if you don’t get here soon imma be your new stepdad.” Holly bit her lip and held in her laughter, while Happy gripped the phone tightly. “I’ll be there soon.” He snapped the burner shut and slid it into his pocket. “I should go.” Holly nodded and smiled warmly. She said her goodbyes and watched as Happy turned and walked back to the bike. She watched the bike disappear into the street and stepped inside, closing the door behind her and she leant back against the sturdy wood. With a blush still on her cheeks and her heart full of warmth, Holly smiled to herself. She was thankful. Thankful that she had so much to be thankful for.

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inawickedlittletown · 6 years ago

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Walking The Wire (107/?)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

@findmeinthestarss

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Chapter One Hundred Six

It wasn’t until it was almost summer that Tony actually had to speak out in Barnes’ defense. Pepper was the one to make the call on the timing and Tony agreed that it was the right time. It was mostly to do with how the public viewed Barnes and Ross. Since clearing the air in Wakanda, Tony had started to take more interest in the man that was Steve’s best friend. He’d gone as far as to offer Barnes a new arm even if the process would entail Tony returning to Wakanda to make it happen. Barnes hadn’t seemed too interested and Tony realized fairly quickly that it was because for the time being he preferred not having the arm and either way Shuri assured him she had something in the works for him.

Speaking to Barnes had made things a little easier for Tony. He didn’t blame the man anymore and he didn’t dream about him or Siberia all the time not that it stopped Tony from having nightmares all together about his mom dying but they weren’t about Barnes. Not really. Some things were never going to stop and for Tony there would always be nightmares.

In the end, Tony’s statements about how much he didn’t blame Barnes and how he didn’t personally hold Barnes accountable for the deaths of his parents had the effect of making people aware of how much Hydra had had to do with everything The Winter Soldier had done. But it wasn’t just Tony’s word but all the proof they had to show what Hydra had been up to.

It didn’t stop Ross from continuing to try to get his way and make it near impossible for Barnes to ever get out of hiding without being arrested if he did. But the arrest would only lead to a trial and Tony was confident that it was a trial that Barnes would win. Ross seemed to have figured that out too, because he wasn’t as pushy with the stuff about Barnes which just made Tony worry and he’d have something else up his sleeve. Either way, with Barnes not planning on leaving Wakanda any time soon the whole matter was put the rest and Tony had his lawyers ready for when anything changed. He was hopeful that his name would be cleared when the time came.

Tony had a million other things going on too like the planning of a wedding. The thing of it was that flashy wasn’t what they wanted or needed. In all actuality, the whole marriage thing was a bit unnecessary in and of itself. Still, they wanted to have it happen and make it official.

It was Peter that seemed to want to make a big deal out of it which Tony thought was him trying to really make it clear how okay he was with him getting married which was sweet. Ever since they’d had that discussion over apple crostini, Tony had realized that he really needed to make sure Peter never felt left out of any of it. It helped that Steve adored Peter and loved his input and probably welcomed Peter in more than even Tony did.. If it was up to Steve, he probably would just let Peter have his way with all of it.

“But you have to have a big wedding,” Peter said one morning. “Just think about all the good it will do to all the gay teens out there who look up to you. You’re Iron Man and Captain America. You’re both public figures.”

Rhodey thought the whole thing was hilarious, but somehow Peter got him on his side. Mostly, Tony suspected that Rhodey just wanted to watch him suffer.

“No one even knows we’re together, Pete,” Tony had tried to argue one afternoon while Peter did some maintenance on K-9.

“But they should. I don’t really get why you’re keeping it a secret in the first place. You’re not going to hide it forever. It’s like -- I know I have a secret identity, but one day everyone’s going to know who I am. And they’re also going to know that I’m your son. I’m not ashamed of being Spider-Man or the son of Tony Stark even if it’s easier to keep that quiet at the moment. ”

It took a few weeks of convincing and since Peter was eventually out of school for the summer he had plenty of time to harp on the subject which was a bit amusing mostly because he even had Karen and Friday piping in on how much they needed to make a big deal about the wedding. In the end, Tony figured that Peter was right. Secrets weren’t a good thing and as horrible as the media coverage could get, Peter was right in saying that they might help young LGBTQ kids and teens and adults too probably by being open about it. That was what finally truly convinced Tony -- but also, it was sort of nice to share with the world that he and and Steve were going to be husbands.

But then, another reason reared its head when Tony got a call from Ross. The calls had stopped a while back, but Friday still put Ross on hold for a while before Tony picked up.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize there was a call,” Tony said. “What can I do for you?”

“Stark, you’ve done an amazing job at stonewalling me time and time again.”

“Getting the right information to the people is stonewalling you? Getting our heroes back and under house arrest as punishment for their actions? General, I have followed every letter of the law and every clause within the amended Sokovia Accords. So unless you want something, I don’t understand the nature of this phone call. I’m a very busy man.”

Which was when Ross said the last thing that Tony expected him to say: “I know you have a son. Swings around New York City as Spider-Man, right? I bet the people would love to know about him -- after all, everyone seems to be wondering who he is.”

Tony went cold. It didn’t seem like Ross actually knew who was under the Spider-Man suit, but he knew that it was Tony’s son. He knew that Tony had a son at all.

“Ah, I see I found something to keep you quiet,” Ross chuckled.

The question was how did he know?

“Did you know that The Accords and who signed them are public. Even if they weren’t I would have been able to take a look and Spider-Man is a minor who needed a mentor of sorts to take responsibility for him. And you did that for him which was enough to make me interested.”

It still begged the question how he had figured it out and how he wasn’t mentioning Peter which worried him. Did he know it was Peter or not? Peter had signed as Spider-Man not as Peter Parker so maybe--

“Everyone’s been speculating,” Ross said, “I may as well give them some sort of answer. Tony Stark allowing a teenager to run around as a hero -- that would make the front pages.”

But not if Tony had a bigger story to sell.

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The pictures were taken in the tower because of the house arrest and they were absolutely ridiculous. Steve didn’t know how Tony had managed to convince him to pose that way. They were both on chairs and Tony’s was balancing on two legs. Steve’s leg was resting on Tony’s shoulder and Tony was actually holding on to it. Steve actually couldn’t believe that they hadn’t fallen while taking the picture. There had been a bunch of other ridiculous poses made that day and it was lucky that not all of the pictures were used in the article. Only a few of them were of a serious nature. The one where Tony had just kissed his cheek, or the one where they had gotten a bit caught up in staring at each other and the photographer had just taken a few shots of them. There were also individual ones. Vanity Fair was running a whole issue mostly devoted to them, it was kind of insane.

The interview had been almost nice though, mostly because he’d gotten to talk about Tony a bit and because it was the first time that Steve was getting to really be public about The Accords and the house arrest. He’d even gotten to mention Bucky for a bit of it.

The one area where Steve had been surprised was when Tony decided to disclose that he had a son. Peter wasn’t mentioned by name, but he casually mentioned that his son and Steve got along really well. Steve had been sitting next to him when the topic came up and he had frozen in place out of surprise until Tony reached for his hand and griped it before he said:

“I know it’s a bit of a surprise to everyone to learn that I have a son, but since we’re announcing this other important life event I figured everyone should know that I am a very proud father to a teenager. He hasn’t always been in my life, but he’s made a difference in it in the time he has been. I am unwilling to talk about who he is for privacy concerns, but I guess it was time to be a little more open with the world.”

When the final version of the whole article and pictures arrived for their approval, Steve was a little floored by how good they both looked. How happy, too. The main picture was the chair one but it was followed by a picture of Tony fixing a strand of Steve’s hair and Steve looking down at him. Steve wanted that picture framed. Vanity Fair didn’t go out of their way to highlight the mention of Tony having a son, but everyone knew that the media was going to pick up on it and run with it.

Steve skimmed the article and it really was perfect. The writer captured them and really weaved in the narrative of their story from how they labeled their sexualities to how their relationship had come about to why they had decided to come forward with the truth. It was actually kind of nice and Steve didn’t regret doing it.

“Tony Stark is dating Captain America?”

“Wait — they’re engaged.”

“Did you hear?”

“I didn’t know that HE was Gay? Did you?”

“This is nuts.”

“Wait, and is it true that Tony Stark has a son?”

“Do you think they’ve been together this entire time?”

“But didn’t Stark date his assistant for forever? I thought they were still together.”

“They’re getting married, though.”

“I wonder how long they’ve been together…”

The questions and comments were endless and Peter was sort of amused every time he heard something. He tried to stay away from actually discussing anything with anyone unlike Ned who was absolutely keen on getting his two cents in, but then Peter had expected that from Ned. Ned was also trying to get Peter to talk to him about how he felt about Tony mentioning that he had a son. Peter didn’t want to discuss it.

The timing of the article was perfect, though, because it came out just a day before the last day of school and Peter knew he wouldn’t get a chance to actually get tired of hearing about the article. It wasn’t just that everyone was talking about it, either, but that some of them just went up to Peter to ask him about it since he had the Stark Internship and everyone wanted to know if he’d known beforehand and if he’d met Steve. In one case someone asked if Peter had met Tony’s son. Peter tended to just give those people a shrug and a, “I’m just an intern.”

Ned’s reaction had still been the best after he’d had a chance to process the whole thing. “This -- this means that freaking Captain America is going to be your step-father.”

“Yup, Ned. That’s how that works,” Peter said.

Ned had laughed nervously for a while. “How are you not freaking out?”

“Because I’ve had plenty of time to get used to it.”

The media coverage was kind of insane after the article was released, though. Mostly it was a rehashing of what the article said but there were segments on the news, talk shows, and those celebrity news shows. A lot of them highlighted the mention of Tony having a son and everyone seemed to be questioning who it might be. Only one article mentioned the possibility of Tony’s son being Spider-Man and it was almost said in jest which was funny because everyone seemed opposed to the idea because of how secretive Tony had been about having a son in the first place.

Since the publishing of the article, Friday had also started to deal with a high volume of calls for interviews that were all declined. Peter hadn’t expected it to be so crazy, but his dad and Steve were handling it.

“But we’re talking about Iron Man and Captain America getting married. Two Avengers marrying each other. It’s crazy.”

Peter sighed. “I’m aware. They’re also normal people. You’ve met them.”

“It’s still crazy, though.”

Michelle’s response had been to shrug. “It’s nice that they’re making a difference by making their romance public. Doesn’t really concern me though.” He really should have expected nothing less from her except that then she had turned and stared right at him and said, “Peter Stark.” And promptly walked away.

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“I’m kind of glad I’m on house arrest now,” Steve said. He was playing with K-9 and Dum-E with a ball and Tony was in the middle of not watching some snapshots of the media coverage of their engagement. It had been created by Friday for them just so that they were on top of everything being said about them, but Tony had it on while he worked on something or other.

“Hmm, yes, they would be following you everywhere,” Tony said.

Tony for his part hadn’t really left the tower. They’d announced their engagement over Twitter the morning the article came out and it had been kind of funny how many people thought that Tony was joking. They thought so even when Steve tweeted about it. There had even been some that were convinced it was a misdirect from Tony and Pepper getting engaged or even full on married. Then, everyone got wind of the article and the messages changed to surprise. A lot were pleased and congratulatory but then there were the homophobes who were obviously completely offended by it but Tony didn’t care about engaging with people like that. There were fewer at first that mentioned Tony’s announcement of also being a father.

“Why, um, you haven’t explained why you mentioned having a son.”

He hadn’t mentioned the call from Ross. At first because he had so much to set up to screw up Ross’ plans, but also because he knew that Steve would feel guilty about it somehow.

“Ross knows my son is Spider-Man. I’m not -- I don’t know if he knows it’s Peter but he knows something so it made sense to announce it myself in a way.”

“Which is why everything was rushed,” Steve said.

The funny part was that after the article had come out and other coverage of it by the media got all of the information right there were still a bunch of rumors and stories to deal with. It was just so much information and no one really knew what to focus on. It was sort of brilliant to mix in Tony having a son in the middle of all of it.

“Are they really saying that you made this a condition to have me back in the states?” Steve asked with a grin, looking at the screen.

“Apparently so. You know how they are — they want to paint me as the bad guy and in a lot of those people’s eyes I’m not good enough for you.”

“Those people have no idea how amazing you are,” Steve said

K-9 barked to get attention. The dog really was a great addition to the tower. Peter loved him of course, but so did Steve who was the first to just drop to the ground and roll around with the dog when he had time.

“Get rid of all that, Fri, it’s useless.” The screen went dark. “Is there anything else that needs my attention? Otherwise I’ll get back to figuring out the housing unit for the nanotech.”

Friday seemed to take a moment to search and then, “I have surveillance footage of Thor and Loki in the city. There are also Instragram pictures of Thor.”

Steve dropped the ball at his feet and he straightened up, joining Tony to look at what Friday had been able to pull up. The video wasn’t all that grainy but it didn’t show much since it was them facing some sort of demolition. The video wasn’t even centered on them but they stood there for a while and it was definitely Thor and Loki even if they were both in regular human clothing and not their usual Asgardian gettup. It was also not enough to hide them from people on the street who seemed to stare at them from afar.

“What got demolished there?” Steve asked.

“Shady Acres Care Home,” Friday said.

“The real questions is why they are there and why Thor hasn’t thought to contact us if he’s back on Earth,” Tony said and it was worrisome because it meant that Thor wasn’t just back for leisure but that he was after something. That Loki was with him -- that might mean more problems for everyone.

They watched as Thor was approached by a bunch of girls -- which explained the origin of the pictures on Instagram and Twitter. And then just moments later Loki disappeared. Probably one of his tricks. Even Thor seemed surprised that his brother was gone -- and wasn’t it just even more worrisome to have Loki disappear like that? They watched as Thor picked something up off the ground and then he walked off.

“He’s here for a reason,” Tony said. “Have there been any more sightings?” Tony asked.

“I’m afraid not,” Friday said.

“So what do we do? There’s still no way to contact him so…”

“We wait,” Tony said. “And we can only hope that Loki isn’t up to something. Friday be on alert for any sighting of either.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Tony just hoped that nothing would come of Thor’s return to Earth.

Tony looked back at the unit for the nanotech. He hadn’t told anyone yet that it was probably going to mean that he was putting something back in his chest -- that this housing unit would have to be on him somehow and it’d be better for it to be in him. Thor showing up made him even more positive that he needed to do it.

“I’m sure it’s nothing bad,” Steve said. “He would have come to us if it was.”

Tony sighed. Loki had been with him and after the last time they had encountered the God of Mischief, Tony wouldn’t discount that he wasn’t up to anything. Although, it was a bit of a surprise to see him when Thor had been adamant that Loki was dead the last time they spoke about him. It made Tony wonder about what might have happened for Loki to be alive and for Loki and Thor to be together and not showing signs of not being on the same side. Tony understood that they were family, but he also knew that there was a lot of contention there. He just hoped that none of that would affect the people of Earth.

Chapter One Hundred Seven

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plusultrachaos · 6 years ago

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i sometimes wish id never been born at all

prompt: dan, one day, wishes hed never been born. he is then visited by a "ghost" (another youtuber) who shows dan everybodys lives if he was never born. dan doesnt believe that anything is worse off until they show phils life which is simply a gravestone.

A/N: i did change somethings from the prompt. i also envisioned the prompt as something similar to the Scrooge.

word count: 2113

genre: angst and if you squint fluff

tw: there are mentions and a viewing of two suicides (the viewing is against dans will and is only on one of two suicides) there are mentions of depression and bullying. if this is something that could trigger, harm, or cause you pain of any kind, i recommend not reading this oneshot.

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its one of dans bad days. its one of the bad days where hes trying to be social, at least talk to phil some, maybe a bit of action on social media, before his inevitable departure from society and hopefully his own exsistance for a little while.

while hes browsing on said social media, he feels phil leaning toward him and picking something from under dans eye, pulling his hand away to reveal a small, thick eyelash.

"howd you even notice that, phil?" his voice was soft, fond, and holding no surprise at phils ability to notice the little details.

"make a wish and i might tell you." phil wore a teasing smile as he failed to wink, the corners of his mouth crinkling, showing the smile wrinkles that had developed as the years of their friendship passed.

'i wish i were never born' was the wish dan had made, he wanted to go hide away, hide the wish hed made in his brain to echo there for hours. everybodys lives would be better, easier, if he hadnt been born in the first place, all the haters wouldnt have to hate him in the first place. phil would probably be further in life. his family wouldnt have him as a disappointment.

"i have to go to my room." he looked at phil, whos face was still in sort of close proximity to his own face. he didnt say why, or what he was going to do once in there, but phil knew him well enough to understand why the younger man had been quiet the entirety of him being up and out of his room, why he hadnt laughed at a single funny thing that phil had shown him.

"okay. remember to drink water and come out of there when you need food, okay?" phils eyes held the usual, useless, concern that dan knew phil didnt actually feel. dan wasnt worth the concern and he definitely did not deserve the concern or a friend like phil at all.

he nodded, knowing that if phil didnt actually see dan out of the room to get food or water, hed personally bring the food and drink to dan. dan got up and numbly left the lounge for his room. he left his laptop there, knowing he wouldnt need it the next few days or so.

he collapsed on his bed, his thoughts going on about him being worthless and a disappointment, along with other degrading things. he turned his phone off, setting it on his nightstand. he curled up into a ball and became even more numb to the world. when he fell asleep? dan wouldnt have been able to tell you.

when dan woke up, it felt weird. it felt like what his lucid dreams used to feel like when hed been a kid. he also didnt feel as he did when he assumed hed fallen asleep, furthuring the feeling of this being weird and unusual. well, those things, and the youtube god himself, pewdiepie, or felix as hed told dan and phil to call him when theyd met up in the past, standing at the end of dans bed.

"felix? why are you in my room?" he was slightly creeped out. he only ever really saw felix at youtube events anymore, and even then, it wasnt much.

"i know who this felix person is, but i am not him. i am the ghost of youtubers past." felix, or rather the ghost, said, the voice was eerily similar to felix' and it creeped dan out further. "recently, youve wished for something along the lines of never being born at all, am i correct to say this?"

"yeah, but hold up, why in bloody hell are you in my -me and phils- flat? howd you even get in?" dan looked confused, he was staying as far as he possibly could be from felix, or the ghost or whatever the fuck it was, which meant he was huddled against the headboard of his bed. "what has my stupid eyelash wish have got to do with any of this?"

"daniel, im here to show you how your friends and family would have really been if you hadnt been born. you see, your thoughts after the wish, about everybody being better off without you, were mostly wrong. your family, that thought, was the only one that was partially correct. yes, if they didnt have you as their son, all of the things that you think they think of you would disappear, but they would have still had two children. your grandma wouldve been just as close with them as she was to you." then suddenly, at the end of the ghosts words, dans room transformed, his fairylights and comfortable bed morphing into something else. all dan could do was watch.

his surroundings had changed into a huge decorated and lit up christmas tree with wrapped gifts underneath. there were two children, a teenaged girl and a younger boy, perhaps a toddler, pulling at a christmas cracker. when the young boy ended up getting the bigger end of the game, the older sister said "happy christmas!" with fondness that made dans heart ache. the siblings looked close, and happy. happier than dan and his younger brother had been at those ages. it made dan long for that kind of relationship with the lad. it also brought a bitter taste and thoughts to dan. the girl, for obvious reasons, wasnt dan. their mannerisms very different, her smile lacking a dimple.

"yazzy, go help your mum in the kitchen." an old woman, that dan immediately recognized as his (or rather not his) grandma, walked in to the room. he hadnt visited the kind, aging woman in years, and seeing this made him feel guilty.

he turned to the ghost, tears forming and wetting his eyes. "can we leave? i already knew i was insignificant in their lives." he said this, his voice small as he looked away from the scene playing out before him. the ghost nodded and then they were in a different location once again.

it was his friend, louises current home. but it was empty, no baby toys or anything in the flat hed gotten used to being busy.

"louises success mightve been all her, but you helped in the process, being there when she needed a friend. she didnt have darcy because she never met her partner." the ghost said this with a grim look. dan looked around, sad eyes gazing everywhere. it was then he realized he hadnt rung up louise in weeks.

"fuck..." was dans whispered response to the situation.

the location faded again, taking them to a park. pj sat on the bench in front of dan and the ghost. he was talking to people that dan didnt recognize. "pj and chris never became a couple because you werent there to help them realize their feelings for each other." dan looked down at the ghosts words. they stung, knowing his friends hadnt gotten together just because dan hadnt been born.

" and chris? what would his fate have been if id never been around?" the ghost pointed at a man walking behind them, talking on the phone. he didnt spare pj a single look.

"without your constant encouragement, he dropped youtube. he got an office job and quickly climbed the ranks." the words sounded sad.

the location changed yet again, to a sight he never wanted to see again. they were in an unfamiliar bedroom, it was dark and there was an even darker silhouette hanging from a ceiling fan. dan feared the worst. the sight of it made dan want to curl into a ball. there was pounding on the closed door.

dan watched in silence, mouth open in a silent cry as the parents of the silhouette opened the door. the mother fell into the fathers arms, crying loudly. the father was frozen, terror shining in his eyes as he took in the sight of the cold and lifeless body. the room faded into a plain, white room that had no soothing qualities to dan.

"that was ben. in a world with you in it, he would have found the courage to come out as a transmale and gay. without you, he never learned of his parents acceptance. he wouldve committed suicide if not for your videos." the ghost said this softly, its eyes sad. "this is the sad reality of the fans. some are not in good situations and so they turn to youtube for an escape. without your videos, a lot of fans dont have that escape." dans face grew even more sad as he realized that had been the same reality that he had faced before becoming a youtuber.

"and phil? what would have happened to him?" this question had been on his mind the entire time they had been in this weird dreamland. the ghosts already sad face saddened even more and the scenery changed once again.

dan looked confused as his eyes wondered around the area. they were in a graveyard in the middle of the day. except dan couldnt see any services being held that phil wouldve attended.

"where is he? why are we in a graveyard?" his questions were frantic as he continued searching for the wonderous blue-yellow-green eyes and the dyed black hair of his best friend. then his gaze landed on the gravestone of the grave they were in front of. he dropped to his knees, his face blank as he read the stone.

Here lies

Philip Michael Lester

January 30th, 1987-June 22nd, 2012

He was loved dearly by fans, friends, and family.

"phil didnt have a number one fan to skype him to take his mind off his problems, to correct him when he thought of how weird he was and how weird everybody was bound to think of him."

"unique. phil is unique, not weird." dan corrected without hesitation.

"that is what i mean when i say that. he didnt have somebody to do that when youtube comments started telling him he was weird. he didnt have someone to be an iconic duo with. he killed himself when it all got to be too much." the ghost went quiet after telling that to dan, most likely letting the man grieve his best friend.

dan had started sobbing loudly. "n...no no no. take me home, this cant be real, this is not real." he whimpered, his eyes were screwed shut as he sobbed over the possibility of his optimistic, cheery best friend taking his life. he missed the transformation of the landscape, still sobbing loudly by the time hed been back in the comfort of his bedroom.

the ghost was no longer there and there was loud knocking. and to dans relief, phil called out his name with concern that dan was now certain was genuine. phil came in, rushing to the side of the monochrome bed to take the brown haired crying man into his arms. he knew better than to ask what was wrong right away, so he just held him.

"phil, promise me you wont believe people when they say hateful things toward you?" he asked this in a panicked rush, his words stuttered as he looked with terrified eyes at phil.

" i promise." phil held dan close, the sound of his heartbeat tethering dan to reality.

"i had a dream." dan proceeded to tell phil about what hed wished and then about the dream he had afterward. when he was done, phil held him. dan was still crying, but it had subsided a lot with the knowledge of phil being alive. "im sorry, phil. i know i shouldnt have wished for something so morbid and sad, but it was before an episode and i cant control my thoughts during those." he cuddled to phils chest, sniffling.

" dan, you know i love you. you know im always going to be here to support and comfort you." phils voice was soft and supportive, deep unlike what the viewers usually heard. "you dont have to apologize at all for the way your brain works, just like i dont. im glad you realized that that wasnt real, but i dont want you thinking that i wouldve been better off without you because i wouldnt be as far as i am today if i didnt have you by my side. dont ever tell yourself otherwise." he smiled his amazing smile that was saved just for dan.

dan leaned into phils chest, breathing in the comforting scent. he sighed as he realized that life would be better with him and phil still alive.

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i did end up mentioning dans family, but i only did briefly dont hate me.

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somedaypast-thesunset · 8 years ago

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two years ago today my father passed away.

ive just kind of ... sat on this day. like it was looming over me but i just focused on my own personal recovery with it in the back of my head. he actually passed around 3am, so the day itself doesnt necessarily carry that weight.

and today was good if not even great. i mean like, my life is pretty bad overall so a ‘great’ day is like.. very rare. i have good days, but great days are hard to come by. but i was really good today and took care of myself and cut & dyed my hair and kept on track for my goal and then i went outside and met atleast 5 people i dont know very well at all and have had the briefest acquaintanceship with and positively interacted with all of them. lke an entre group of 10 people; and i made the effort to like.. spread myself out among people and talk to them and acknowledge them and like.. thats an amazing accomplishment that no one else will care about. no one understands how ridiculously hard it is for me to handle even a group of lke.. 3 people. i shut down very quick and i keep to myself and just listen but i was myself - i didnt put myself out at all and i like.. did not give a fuck. it was like.. you can be here or you can not be here - you can like me or not like me. thats okay. i have way bigger issues in my life than whether or not you like me. like thats the most realest sentiment ive made in five years.

then i saw a movie with him at the theatres and i feel like we wer eboth tired but we both kept saying we’d do it and like.. hes dedicated most of his free time to me in the past 48 hours. he gave me an opportunty for money. drove me to get hair dye, watched a movie he had no interest in and then showed up relatively on time today with something i asked for and then kept his promise to take me to the movies. thats really nice. like thats on level with his summer efforts which were above nd beyond - like no one else will try so hard to get laid by me in my life. he works sooo hard - like harder than ive personally witnessed anyone work wth an ethic that is unmatched by anyone ive met. and on top of that alone he gave me incredibly large portions of his time to help me do things in my house and cook me dinner and take me out and support the things i did. _without getting laid_. he even worked today then showed up very clean cut and nice looking - so we both kind of looked nice to go on this very tired date that was like going through the motions a little bit but it was still really nice. and it was like .. id like to spend the night with him but its100% okay not to because look at all the things i was already given. the very least i can do is give him back some of his free time. i dont even think we’ve had sex for like.. two weeks maybe. and i told him on friday that this day was comng up and i got emotional about it because its very heavy and very meaningful to me. so i dont know if he put like additional thought into how i was feeling and decided to put in the effort but it really was exceptionally nice.

writing this now i feel like i should put in the effort to tell him this but like.. vocalizing these feelings sounds really contrived. like i can hear myself and its funny to hear me try to express appreciation because my writing is completely different than how i speak. its like.. my verbal vocabulary is really slow and just.. not great. but writing i dont have the block of trying to verbalize words that for some reason dont come out the way they should - or sentences. but then he gets very anxious receiving a wall of text so its like.. how do i communicate this. i think ill put the effort in anyways because like.. it seems ungrateful not to.

stepping into my apartment though... the weight dropped on to me. i think its the silence and the emptiness. like it brought back the memory of a quiet silent apartment where i sat and waited. which like, i mention because i hold some guilt but like normal people guilt. obviously i could do nothing. and like.. it was the right thing to do between us. but i think about it. i think about how both of my parents died alone in a hospital bed. and like.. would i want this. i dont know. i really... i dont know.

but it was silence and waiting, anxiety. stepping back and forth into darkness and a dim lit bedroom. i can see everything. i still feel sorry for my ex. but not like i used to. but just as a person who witnessed that go down. like thats some serious life shit that laid upon him. but just regular person sympathy. like damn- thats some shit.

and the travel to the hospital at 3 in the morning. knowing that we were going to see a dead man. like i knew he was dead by the phone call telling me he was going. it wasnt like hed miraculously recover from that moment. it was all down hill from there. so we were going to see a dead man but it was like.. you cant not go see a dead man. you cant get this call telling you hes likely not going to make it and then not go to the hospital, even ifyou ‘wait it out’ - i mean eventually i think you have to go.

and then it all becomes real. like now were going through the process i always knew would happen. one day is this day right now. everything ends now. everything i ever knew before is over. i cried, but briefly. and it felt contrived. and i even said that i just had to process it and go through it because the heaviness of it immediately caused me to cry. it wasnt sadness about his death but like.. suddenly being crushed with immense responsibilities. and then it was over. just .. 10 - 15 seconds of crying and it was over. and they led us down this hallway towards his room and i stopped when i realized they were going to show me the body.

we returned to the empty apartment which was now suddenly mine. everythng in it was mine, al the crap that was delivered now my responsibility.. i was absolutely completely unprepared emotionally and psychologically and i am literally still not. i am not even surprised at this point that ive become a complete fucking mess. in so many ways my thought processing is naive and infantile and my social and verbal skills are way below what they should be for probably even a teenager and im a young adult, if not almost a fucking adult.

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