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Nik’s been back in LA for approximately three hours when he finds out about your trip to Mexico, the one you didn’t tell him about. He’s barely had enough time to dump his bags at his hotel and shower before he’s called out to a scene in Malibu involving his C.I.

It involves two dead bodies in the trunk of his car and a high speed pursuit on an electric scooter. Only in LA, he thinks as he scrolls through Tucker’s phone bringing up his most recent internet tabs.

It's then he finds the hitlist, the one with your picture on. It’s a group shot of you, Sam and Callen, your face is shadowed by the cap you’re wearing, but the others are in plain view. It’s been taken in a hospital carpark in Mexico, he knows that because he’s been to the same hospital, he’d dropped Arlo Turk off there with a gunshot wound to the shoulder once upon a time.

He picks up his phone, dialling Turk’s number. If anyone can tell him what mischief you’ve been getting up to in Mexico it’ll be him.

“What’s your interest?” Turk asks him before he divulges the information.

My life partner’s trying to give me a heart attack, he considers telling the other man. However your relationship is still on the downlow, not even your team are aware that the two of you are together so he goes with the usual party line.

“Classified.” He says dryly. “But there’s an eighteen year old bottle of McCallan in it for you, if you tell me everything in the file and out of it.”

By the time Nik hangs up the phone he’s livid.

You’d undertaken an unsanctioned mission into Mexico to rescue Mosley’s son. It had resulted in the horrific death of Special Agent Harley Hidoko. Deeks had been critically injured, which is why you were at the hospital in the first place and the rest of you had barely escaped with your lives.

The fallout is currently still ongoing as the entire team are being investigated by a federal prosecutor. Nobody’s sure if charges are going to land your way or not, and your career…

Lord knows if you’ll still have a job at the end of the week.

You’re trying to give him an aneurysm, Nik’s sure of it.

He uses back channels to summon both you and Callen to the crime scene. His job was over and done with once his CI was arrested by the LAPD but if he leaves the scene he has to hand over the phone for evidence and he wants to show you the consequences of your actions. It’s clear to him that none of you played out how badly the mission could have gone. When he looks at it, he can see the plan was slapdash, haphazard, not the usual standard of work he expected from you all.

Mossley’s doing, he suspects, a woman so driven by her emotions, her desire to find her son that she would have sacrificed anyone of you. Hidoko had played the ultimate price, tongue cut out, burned alive and that woman hadn’t even attended her funeral. The thought of that happening to you…

It makes his blood boil because to Mosley you’re disposable and she’s hanging every single one of you out to dry.

When you step into the tented command centre he can tell you’re surprised to see him. You tuck your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you straighten your shoulders and hold your head up high. It riles him in more ways than one because you know, that he knows, and that he can’t show how pissed off he is right now, not without dropping the dime on your relationship.

“Looks like you guys survived Mexico.” He says, his expression filled with ire as he places his hands upon his hips. “Good job.”

You say nothing as you meet his gaze but he can see the defiance in you. You’re convinced you did the right thing and the problem is he can’t argue with you. The thing he loves most about you is your conviction, you know exactly who you are, you don’t lose yourself the way he does.

It’s both infuriating and extremely erotic.

“I have a feeling that’s you didn’t call us down here to congratulate us on our success.” Callen remarks, jutting his head towards the hand sticking out of the trunk of the nearby car.

“No, it is not.” Nik says, withdrawing the phone from his pocket and holding it up for the both of you to see. “The killer left his phone in the car and we found a cartel hitlist and guess who’s on it.”

He swipes his finger across the screen and the picture appears, the one of the three of you outside the hospital.

“One million.” He says looking pointedly at you. “Per person.

He sees the expression on your face change at the realisation. One million is a lot for a hit. The guy lying in the trunk of that car, his bounty was only $250,000 and he was the head of the drug enforcement taskforce. That’s how badly the cartel wants to murder you guys.

“They haven’t identified you yet but trust me they are trying really, really hard.” It’s impossible for him to keep the bite out of his voice.

“So we need to get that site taken down.” You begin, withdrawing your own phone from your back pocket to call Eric.

“I’ve already taken care of it.” Nik tells you as he returns the phone back to the evidence bag. “I’ve got the NSA cybernuts scrubbing it from existence but it’s been on the darkweb for almost two weeks. There’s no telling who’s seen it.”

“I’m getting the feeling your mad at us. ” Callen says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did we fuck up some super-secret CIA operation you guys were running?”

He turns his gaze on the other man, and the fury it burns deep down inside of him. There’s no way Callen doesn’t see it.

He’s almost as culpable as Mosley. He’s supposed to be the team leader, the calm one, the responsible one but he’d run head first into this mess, the same way the rest of you had. Nik knows he’s inches away from betraying himself so he does what he does best, he spins his anger towards something else, something that fits with Callen’s perception.

“You guys burned Arlo Turk.” He snaps, jabbing his finger at the other man. “That guy was the biggest source of cartel intel in the country and you burned him, do you know how many agencies relied on that information?”

None of you have any idea of all the threads you’ve unravelled, all the hard work that you’ve undone. There’s people in Washington baying for your blood, threatening to shut down Special Operations, to indict you and the two of you have no fucking clue. Nik’s out here doing damage control, he’s calling in favours, twisting the narrative, trying to save your lives and your careers.

“And there it is.” Callen mutters, the left side of his mouth twisting up into a bitter smile. “We’re making your life harder.”

He really has no fucking idea.

Nik’s phone has been vibrating in his pocket ever since this conversation started. His contacts coming back to him, feeding him information, completing the tasks he’s set them. You’re not going down for this he’s making sure of that, he’s put Mosley directly in the firing line for pulling this shit.

Already Callen’s walking away, you’re about to follow when Nik captures your arm. His eyes meet yours and you know that this isn’t over. There’s so much he wants to say to you in this moment but the words won’t leave his mouth because he’s just so God damned angry.

“Don’t think we won’t be talking about this at home.” He warns you, releasing his grasp on your arm. “I mean it Alana, you guys fucked up big time.”

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 5 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 30: Last Will And Testament

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Pepper potts x tony stark, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Maria hill & Tony stark, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Matt Murdoch & Foggy Nelson, Steve rogers, Natasha romanoff, Sam Wilson & Nick Fury, Tony Stark & Harley Keener

Summary: Two Families meet and now it is THE WILL

Warning: Tears and flashbacks

Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

May found solace when being with friends and family.

She always had.

As she spoke to Ned Leeds' parents, Dulce and Nina, and MJ's mother, Louise, she felt the grief die down just a little. It wasn't gone by any means, but at least it was manageable.

(Pretend This is ned's Filipina moms, Dulce and Nina, up to you which one is who.) "It'll be lonely without her." Nina was saying with a downcast look. "She loved our cooking."

Dulce smiled sadly and put an arm around her shoulders. "She did. She always looked out for Ned, too."

"She loved those boys."

Louise nodded in agreement. "She helped out in the cafe as well. I'd have been lost without her."

(yes this is Hallie Berry as Louise Jones. M.J's mom) "She did?" May asked.

"All the time. If Michelle got sick or I was too busy then (Y/n) was there in a heartbeat. She donated all she had sometimes to keep the place running."

The Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop was a cozy little place.

It was warm and open and Louise took pride in keeping the cafe up to the best standards. It was her childhood dream to own a quaint yet homey place like this and now in adulthood she never wavered from that dream.

You were sitting at the counter with a steaming mug of warm coffee and the famous quiche from the menu. It was one of the very rare days where you didn't have to be at SHIELD or take care of the kids and so you took the day for yourself to simply relax. You enjoyed the atmosphere of the cafe and had become quickly acquainted with Louise due to how often you were there.

So when you noticed Louise stressing out after receiving what looked like a troubling phone call, you were understandably concerned. "Is everything okay?" You asked softly.

Louise shook her head as she put down her phone. "It's my mom."

"What happened?"

"She had a fall again."

"Oh, God. Is she okay?"

"They think so. An ambulance was called and she's in the hospital for scans. I can't leave her there but I can't take Michelle either. And with the hospital bills these days, I'd have to sell this place just to pay half!"

"Hey, it's okay." You quickly set down your mug and stood from your stool to walk over. "I'll help. Name anything, I'll do it."

Louise sighed. "Ellen, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I'm offering. I know it can't be easy running this place and being a mom at the same time so please. I'll take care of MJ, I'll take over here for a bit, I'll even contribute with the bills. I don't want you struggling if I can help."

"You're too good for this world, you know that?"

"Trust me, I'm not. I'm just a good friend."

"I don't want to put you out."

"You wouldn't, I promise. Just go see your mom now and I'll cook for MJ when she finishes school. I'll bring Ned and Peter too."

Louise considered you for a moment before ultimately nodding. "Thank you, Ellen."

"Of course."

Louise smiled as she remembered particular moments such as that.

"She was too good." She said.

Dulce nodded in agreement and then looked to the swing set on the far side of the grounds where the kids were sitting. Ned and MJ were comforting Peter as he cried.

"Poor boy." She said. "I can't imagine how he feels. Losing his parents and then (Y/n)."

May looked over as well with a pained gaze. "He always wanted a sister. For days all we could hear was his crying. We never realized how much he loved her."

"What's happening to her apartment?" Nina asked. "I'm sure you have so many memories there. Will it be sold again after the clear out?"

"Honestly..." May hesitated and shook her head. "I don't know at the moment. I'll have to discuss it with Ben and the landlord. I don't think either of us has the heart to let it go."

"I understand. It can't be easy."

"No. Apparently (Y/n) has a lawyer she talked to about this. We'll see him too I hope."

On cue, Ben appeared. He had previously been talking to some of his friends from work and then Mr. Delmar before Foggy had approached him.

"Hi, honey." He said to May, kissing her cheek softly. "The lawyers are here to talk about (Y/n).”

She didn't reply but did take a very shaky breath and nodded to show she understood. Ben then called for Peter to come over as well.

"Are you sure?" She asked, nervous. "I don't think he's old enough to hear this."

"I know." He assured her. "It's just for a little while, in case she left something for him."

"We could just have the lawyers call us."

"They're here now so we might as well deal with it while we can. I'm sorry."

She sighed, then nodded again. "Okay. I guess so." Once Peter came over, they parted ways with Dulce, Nina, and Louise and joined Foggy who greeted them with a sheepish 'hi' and his condolences. He led them over to where a group of people stood.

"They're here." Agent Hill called.

Soon enough, the Parkers were officially introduced to Tony.

"This is May and Ben Parker." Hill explained. "And their nephew, Peter."

After simple greetings were exchanged, Matt also introduced himself.

"I know this is a hard and trying time and I'm sorry to have to discuss this now, but there are a series of requests that (Y/n) had if she were to die. There's an office inside the cathedral we can talk in."

Tony took a moment to let everything sink in. However, as he went to talk, he noticed Harley again. The boy looked as if he was trying to sneak away.

"Give me a minute." He told the others, disappearing instantly.

Harley seemed as if he was trying to hail down a taxi, and he was attempting to be subtle about it. It didn't work.

Tony crossed the cemetery grounds, his hands shoved in his pockets as he avoided the eyes of the onlookers. It was easier than having to force a smile or muster up yet another thanks for their condolences. Harley was still trying to catch the eye of a taxi driver as Tony stopped behind his old friend.

"Well, well, well." He spoke up, surprising the boy. "Hello again."

Harley froze in surprise and whirled around. "I'm not here."

(idk if he was 11 here so just pretend he is) Tony raised a brow. "Unless I've hit the blind age in the last minute, yeah, you are."

He looked down, not knowing what to say.

"I know what you're doing." Tony told him.

Harley seemed like he wanted to argue but ultimately backed away from the road as he raised his head again.

"Don't tell my mom." He mumbled.

Tony walked over, managing a small but genuine smile. It was one of the only few he could muster up that day. "And what would I not be telling her?" He teased.

"You know..." Harley trailed off for a moment. "That I snuck all the way to New York to go to a funeral."

"Alone?"

"Yeah. Alone."

"What are you now, like... Ten?"

Harley frowned. "Eleven and a half."

He sighed. "Jesus, kid."

Tony then glanced over to where everyone else was still waiting for him to return. He looked back at Harley.

"Stick around for a little bit, alright?" He asked. "We'll catch up later and you can tell me how that potato gun's going."

With a sad but subtle and excited smile, the boy nodded. "Okay."

"Good one. I'll see you later."

He put a hand on Harley's shoulder and gave it a light and comforting squeeze. Then he turned around and headed back to everyone else.

"Everything okay?" Pepper asked once he came back.

Tony nodded. "Yeah. Just an old friend."

"That boy?" Roberta questioned.

"Yeah, long story. Actually, can you keep an eye on him?"

"Of course, dear. What's his name?"

"Harley Keener." He nodded in thanks. "He's a good kid."

She smiled. "I'm sure he is."

As this took place, some others were having a discussion over another grave.

Fury's one.

Steve and Sam were reminiscing on the fall of the Triskelion and how the aftermath and cleanup was going.

"So, you've experienced this sort of thing before." The real Fury spoke up, appearing beside them.

"You get used to it." Steve confessed.

He nodded in agreement. "We've been data mining HYDRA's files. Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship. I'm headed to Europe tonight. I wanted to ask if you'd come."

He hesitated, still looking down at the grave. "There's something I gotta do first."

"How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities."

Sam also thought about it for a few moments. "I'm more of a soldier than a spy."

Again, Fury nodded, shaking both their hands. "Alright, then. Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me. Right here."

He motioned to the grave.

"You should be honored." Natasha spoke up, joining them. "That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you."

"Not going with him?" Steve asked.

"Nope."

"Not staying here?"

"Nah. I blew all my covers. Gotta go figure out a new one."

"That might take a while."

"I'm counting on it." She gave him a smile before showing a file she had tucked away in her jacket. "That thing you asked for. I called in a few favors from Kiev."

She handed Steve the file as the others watched. It was a very old collection of notes and personal entries from long ago, and, hopefully, it would allow him to find his long lost best friend.

"Will you do me a favor?" Natasha asked, causing him to look up. "Call that nurse."

Steve scoffed in amusement. "She's not a nurse."

"And you're not a SHIELD agent."

He looked down, knowing it was very true. "What was her name again?"

"Sharon. She's nice."

Then, with a loving smile, she kissed his cheek softly. Steve also smiled at the gesture before he looked down at the file in his hand again.

"Steve." Natasha said. "Be careful. You might not want to pull on that thread."

"You're going after him." Sam stated, noticing the file also.

"You don't have to come with me." Steve said.

"I know. When do we start?"

"Before you go-" Fury chimed in, drawing their attention. "You might wanna stay behind until after Stark is done with (Y/n)'s lawyer."

Steve looked at him, curious. "Why?"

"Because she didn't just leave something to her father, she left something to the whole team as well."

They each shared a look.

"Now I best be off." Fury continued. "I think you should tell the others."

"We will." Natasha said.

In the private office inside the cathedral, your last will and testament was finally being told.

Tony, Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey were sitting on one side of a table with the Parkers on the other side and Matt and Foggy at the head of it.

Hill was waiting outside with Roberta and Harley. "Now that we're all here..." Matt began. "Mr. Stark, (Y/n) wanted you to know that the Parkers were the family she was assigned to watch over. She always spoke fondly and said family comes in all forms and that you're always allowed more than just one in your life. She thought of both of you as her family."

Tony watched the Parkers curiously, thinking back on seeing them earlier. He had suspected right from the start that it could have been them solely because they were some of the most heartbroken looking people in attendance.

He looked at the boy again. Peter.

He was shy and nervous, hiding behind his aunt and uncle and only occasionally peering out at everyone else.

"(Y/n) also told me that she didn't want Peter to sit through this longer than he needed to." Matt added. "She was worried he was a bit young for it all."

May nodded in understanding. "She left something for him in particular then?"

"Yes, she did."

He nodded to Foggy who took a small and square neatly-wrapped box from his bag. With a friendly smile he offered the gift to Peter.

"It's okay." Ben told him, encouraging his nephew to accept it. "It's a present from (Y/n)."

Everyone watched curiously as Peter gingerly took the box into his own hands.

"What is it?" He mumbled.

"(Y/n) said it was something you always wanted." Foggy explained. "It took her a while to configure but she said it would be worth it to make you happy."

Peter sniffled as he found a part of the wrapped box to tear. He was careful, as if handling glass, and hesitated with each movement until finally he could open it.

Inside, on a velvet cushion, was a watch.

It looked fancy, the color scheme black and red, with a shining face that gleamed in the light. Peter stared long and hard as his bottom lip trembled.

The others waited with bated breath for him to tenderly place the watch around his wrist. His hands trembled too much for him to do the strap and so Ben helped him with it. Then, as it was secured around Peter's arm, the face of the watch began to glow.

(Just ignore the Hairy arm) A pale blue hologram shot up from the face of the watch, catching everyone with the glow. Much to their surprise, a female voice came from the hologram.

"Hello, Peter Parker. My name is Karen. I am the natural-language user interface created by Ellen Campbell, otherwise known as Miss (Y/n) Stark. I was designed to work alongside and aid you in your everyday duties."

Peter gasped in surprise alongside May.

"W-What is that?" She questioned. "I don't... What's a user interface?"

"It's... Some kind of hologram?" Foggy guessed, not knowing what it was either. "A video?"

"An AI." Tony stated, gazing at 'Karen' in genuine awe. "She made her own AI. That's... Amazing."

It was over a year ago now that Peter had discovered who you really were.

He had been dropped off at the apartment building by Ned's moms after school and was heading straight to your place since May and Ben were attending a party at the hospital May worked at. It was adults only so you had volunteered to watch over him immediately, and it wasn't like he was ever going to say no to an evening with his honorary big sister.

When you didn't answer the door right away he simply found the spare key and let himself in since he knew where it was.

"Ellen?" He called out.

The apartment was silent.

He frowned and dropped his bag, continuing to call out your name for a minute before finally someone responded. Only, it wasn't you. It was another voice entirely.

"Good evening, Peter." The voice didn't seem to have a source. "I am glad you got to Miss (Y/n) Stark's residence safely."

Peter stared with bulging eyes as he spun around wildly in an attempt to locate a person.

"W-Where are you?" He asked fearfully. "How do you know Ellen's name?"

"Forgive me, Peter. I did not mean to scare you. My name is FRIDAY. Miss created me to be her artificial intelligence service."

"What? That means... Ellen... Made you?"

"She did."

After this processed, he calmed a little, reassured by the explanation. After all, something made by you wouldn't hurt him.

"Are you alright?" FRIDAY asked. "You appear to have elevated breathing and heart spikes."

Peter found himself staring at the ceiling as he talked. "I'm okay. It's just really cool."

"Me?"

"Yeah! I mean, (Y/n) - Ellen - she has her own AI?"

"Miss is very talented."

"She's awesome!" He grinned. "How did she do it? Do you have a code? Are you portable or just for the apartment? How long did it take?"

"I am sure Miss Stark will explain everything." She replied.

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry. Where is she, by the way?"

"I am afraid she is stuck in traffic. She said, and I quote, 'This goddamn traffic is killing me. Get your douche canoe out of my lane before I kick your ass into next year, you twit-womble.'"

Peter burst out into giggles at that. Not only because it was definitely a thing you'd say, but because the flat tone of FRIDAY's voice somehow made it even funnier.

"A delay of fifty-two minutes is expected." She added.

Peter composed himself, but was admittedly dejected because of the update. It would be boring without you.

"Did she say anything else?" He asked.

"Miss did mention she would bring your favorite pizza and finish the keyboard project to make up for her delay."

He smiled at that.

He then proceeded to spend the next hour of waiting chatting away to FRIDAY and asking all sorts of questions as he worked on his homework for the weekend.

As soon as he heard the lock click he sprung to his feet with a toothy grin plastered on his face.

"Ellen!"

You barely had time to close the door behind you before he barrelled into you at top speed with a tight hug. You couldn't help but laugh, holding a warm pizza box in one hand and your work bag in the other.

"Hey, kiddo." You chuckled, dropping the work bag on the floor so you could ruffle his hair. "How've you been?"

"Alive." Peter shrugged. "I really missed you, though."

"I missed you too, Pete."

He stepped back and noticed the pizza, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him the box which was thrown open in seconds.

"Am I forgiven?" You asked with a laugh.

Peter, already with a mouthful, nodded enthusiastically. "Always!"

You smiled and sat next to him on the couch. "Sorry about the traffic. Things were hectic."

"I get it. Too many douche canoes out there, huh?"

Your eyes widened. "What?"

He smirked. "I got your voice message from FRIDAY."

"Oh... Oh! Right, uh... Don't tell your aunt and uncle. I'm on thin ice after the pool incident."

"I promise. As long as I get free pizza for life."

"Sure thing. Anything for you." You relaxed in the seat. "So you met FRIDAY?"

He nodded. "She's super cool. She said you created her years ago."

"I did."

"No way! How?"

"Weeks of insomnia, rock music classics, and a whole lotta free time."

"Can you make me one?"

You playfully shrugged. "I don't know."

He pouted, putting the pizza box down to grab your arm with both hands.

"Please." He begged, shaking your arm several times. "I'll be so good! I'll clean the apartment, I'll bake you cookies, I'll make you something too! Anything!"

You laughed as he started listing all the possible chores he could think of.

"Relax, child." You said. "I'll see what I can do."

His entire face lit up.

"Thank you!" He threw himself at you in another hug. "I love you so much, Ellen!"

You held him close and kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, Pete."

"Miss Stark wanted me to assist you with whatever you may require." Karen explained.

Peter, shaken from the memory, tried desperately not to start crying again. He couldn't believe that even after all you dealt with in your life, both as Ellen and as (Y/n), that you still found the time to make him something he asked for over a year ago. He wished he could thank you in person.

"I hope we can be friends." He said after mustering the courage to talk again.

"I'm sure we will." She replied. "Miss Stark made sure we were compatible as friends were she to have to leave."

It was horrible to have to see such a young kid mourn the loss of someone who clearly meant the world to him. It was hitting Tony particularly hard. He didn't even know the kid and yet the thought of you making such an important gift for him just showed how much you loved Peter. Because of this, he couldn't help but feel as if he had to know him, to understand what it was like being so close to you.

If this was just the first gift, he couldn't help but wonder what else lay in store.

A little while later, Peter had been sent out of the room to stay with Roberta and the others while the rest of the will was read and the mementos given out.

"(Y/n) left a message." Matt explained near the end. "In the case of her death she wanted to leave something personal, to tell her family what we can't."

Foggy had placed a laptop on the table by now and positioned it so everyone could see. Right away the screen showed an image of you sitting in a very big and comfy looking chair with a warm smile.

The mixed feelings could be seen all over in the room. Tony reached for Pepper's hand, scared to hear your voice again, to hear what you had to say to him.

"Everyone ready?" Foggy asked.

A few more mixed looks were exchanged but ultimately each person nodded. With this permission, he pressed play.

"Hi, everyone." You greeted.

Immediately the nerves could be heard in your tone. You were scared, or worried, yet it was clear you wanted to appear casual and collected.

"This must be weird, huh? I'm pretty sure you'll only see this if I, uh... Well, if I kick the bucket." You paused, yet forced out another smile. "I mean, that's the plan anyway. If I do happen to be on the highway to hell or stairway to heaven, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're probably sitting there watching this as part of the will I'm writing. Who's shocked, really? After all, us Starks don't tend to get a long life span."

There were sad smiles around the room as you attempted the joke.

"I'm alive for now, at least. I hired lawyers ahead of time because... I don't really know... Just because. I want everything planned. After all, who knows how they're going to die? I could try the cool thing and sacrifice myself. I could be in a car accident. I could even slip on the stairs. You just never know until it's time. Maybe the threat from all those years ago will finally follow through and I'll be assassinated." You tried to smile again but it didn't work that time. "Sorry to keep joking. I think that's another Stark thing. Humor to protect against fear."

You sighed, taking a slow breath.

"I am scared, I won't lie. But not of death. I'm scared to lose you. Dad, Pepper, Happy, Uncle Rhodey... Ben, May, and Peter. You've all changed my life in some way and I think in the end I'm better off for it. I'm glad my two families get to meet each other. I'm sorry that Peter can't stay for this but he's just a kid and I can't put him through this kind of thing again. He's suffered enough. I hope he likes Karen."

There was a silence.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt May." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I love you both so much. I'm leaving you my SHIELD salary. All I saved up, it's yours. Every 60k note."

The couple were shocked and shared a stunned look. Tony and the others were also quite surprised, mostly because of how generous it was and just how much it was to give away.

"Of course she did." May whispered.

"We can't." Ben said. "We can't take that."

As if you were actually in the room, you began talking again.

"I know, I know." You chuckled. "I know you're going to say you can't take it or it's too much or something like that. But please, for me. You're amazing people and I want you to have it, and I want Peter to have it. Send him to MIT. It's where he's always wanted to go. And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you who I was, May."

You sighed.

"There's a lot of reasons, but mostly because I wanted to protect you. You loved me like a mother and I was so scared I'd lose you if you knew the truth. Fury also made the call, and I respected it. You didn't ask, so I didn't tell. I'm so sorry. I'm glad we had some good times, though. Cooking dinner for Ben and Peter was always my favorite thing to do with you. And thank you, Ben, for knowing who I am and keeping my secret. I can never thank you enough for everything you did for me. You might have been ordered to accept me, but I like to think I was genuinely loveable"

Ben and May both smiled sadly. Then there was a pause, and you looked down at the ground.

"Thanks for letting me look after Peter, by the way. I know it can't have been easy letting a stranger into your lives and trusting me with your nephew, but you did. I was vulnerable back then and I guess part of me still is with everything that's happening, but your family was the best gift I ever got. I'm just a normal person with you, and that's a feeling I love."

By the end of the dedication, May could feel tears brimming her eyes. She turned to her husband and leaned into his embrace as Ben watched the rest of the video sadly. Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy watched the Parkers both with curiosity and gratitude. They had each missed you dearly but knowing you were so looked after by loving people was a kind of solace for them.

Tony couldn't say the same. He was also grateful, that much was true, but he couldn't help but feel jealous. He was supposed to protect you, you weren't supposed to be forced into the care of strangers. Still, he was hoping he could talk to them after everything to see if they could help him understand what you were like.

"Now comes the real tear-jerker." You spoke up again, drawing everyone's attention back to the video. "Pepper, Happy, Rhodey... And Dad. I have so much to say but no one to hear it and that's the worst part of all this hiding. Still, talking to a camera is easy compared to everything else, I gotta admit. It's been so many years now... Six, I think? I've lost count. The days all sort of merge into one eventually. But the least you deserve to know is that I never stopped missing everyone. Every day I thought about you and what could happen if I came back. I just... I never found the will to make it happen."

You looked up again and your eyes sparkled with emotion. You spoke so softly that your voice was almost incomprehensible.

"Uncle Rhodey... You were my best friend growing up. You and Mama Rhodes were just... Amazing. Incredible. Thanks for looking out for me, from dropping me off on the first day of school and picking me up on the last, even though you had all those military duties going on. You're a good guy, and you deserve something pretty damn awesome for everything you did. So I'm leaving you my car."

You finally managed another smile.

"I hope it's still around when I'm gone, anyway. I don't know if it'll survive and I guess that would make this pretty disappointing, huh? But no, it's a good car. Reliable. I've got faith it's still going strong. Agent Coulson actually gave it to me on my 18th birthday. Look after it, alright? And, spoilers, it can fly." You dramatically paused, grinning a little. "Was that gasps of awe I just heard? It's true, though. Trust me on that. So, yeah, pretty cool. Thanks for everything, Rhodey."

Tony and Pepper shared a look. Not only were you a celebrated engineer and SHIELD confidant, you also had a flying car? What else had happened while you were on the run?

Rhodey was trying his hardest not to let tears fall. He couldn't speak, and, even if it was just a recording, he nodded to the screen in promise to look after the car.

"Happy, you're next." You then said, jokingly adding a haunting tone to your voice. "Although you were there for my dad, you also never wavered from protecting me too. Thanks for that. When my dad was busy with work stuff or other people couldn't make it, you looked after me. I also want to say thanks for not telling anyone about my hospital visit. It's okay now because everyone knows the truth, but you made good on the promise and I appreciate it. So don't beat yourself up or think my death is your fault in any way because I swear it isn't."

Your smile slowly dropped and you became more serious.

"Keep on living, Happy. Protect my dad, protect Pepper, and look out for yourself as well, okay? That's important. Don't retire, though. I can totally imagine you still kicking ass when you're one hundred. Maybe find a girlfriend, though. You're my family and I want you happy, just like your name. Promise me that." Happy looked down at his hands, thinking on your words carefully. Was it okay to feel relief that you really didn't blame him for anything? Was it okay to feel some margin of peace knowing you could never feel animosity towards him for keeping quiet? He did crack a smile thinking about how you wanted him to get a girlfriend, though.

"Pepper." You said, moving on. "I don't have words. I miss you so much. So much. Whether you intended it or not, you were the mom I never got. You looked after me like one and I'll never forget it. I think that when I get sad I'm reminded of our happiest moments, like you comforting me after I saw my first sad movie, or you putting up my first A+ grade on the wall. I'm proud that you're CEO now, and that you've got a good relationship going with my dad. I'm rooting for you."

There was a pause.

"I'm gonna leave my apartment to you." You explained. "I've lived there for years now, and it's got a ton of memories that I don't want being lost. I've known you my entire life and I think you're the only one who's going to keep it homey and clean. You and Dad can go there for days off or something, I don't know. You can spend time with Ben and May and Peter if you like, I'm sure you'll like each other. As for the furniture and clothes and stuff, you can donate it all or keep some or whatever you like. I trust you to do what you think is right. Thanks again for being the mom I always wanted."

Pepper closed her eyes, being the only one unafraid to show her tears. She held Tony's hand as she cried and did the same as Rhodey, nodding to the laptop screen as if you were really there. Even if she had all the money in the world and all the material objects she wished for, she would never turn down that apartment. She would look after it with everything she had.

You took a long breath and Tony knew it was now his turn. He wasn't prepared at all and squeezed Pepper's hand for both preparation and comfort.

"Dad." You said.

Your own voice trembled.

"We didn't get the best start, I know. Whether you were too busy or I was too much, I'm not sure. But I'm older and... Sort of mature enough to think better of it all. I grew up angry and alone despite having everyone I needed right there in front of me. I could see everyone, but I was still blind to it. That's on me." You paused to take a shaky breath. "I wish I was different. Maybe we could've got a better start if I tried harder or tried less to get your attention? I don't know. Maybe nothing would change at all."

You sighed.

"Still, I hope I can see you again without the fear of being killed or losing you. There's been times where I've seen you, you know? On the streets, on the news, times where all it took was a reach and we could meet each other again. But I was scared. I've left something for everyone, and now it's your turn. I hope it's a good one. For one, you get my apartment with Pepper."

Tony nodded once to himself, glad but also sad that he was included at least. Even after your last goodbye, he couldn't help thinking you still hated him. Yet knowing you loved him throughout it all hurt, too.

"You also get something else." You added. "Before I lived in the apartment, I had somewhere else that I called home. Even after I joined SHIELD and moved into the city, I kept the place as my own vacation hole. I'm leaving this place to you and the Avengers. It's big enough to serve as a base or just an intelligence building or whatever you want to do with it. Fury and Hill know about it. If they're still around, they'll show you I hope. Keep an eye on it."

You gave them all one final pause.

"Thank you. Everyone. I hope I can have some shred of forgiveness for hiding this whole time. Thanks for everything. I love you.”

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can i request something along the lines of this: reader is the daughter of poison ivy and harley quinn (adopted) and is dating dick grayson? maybe in his yj era with the song honeybee by by head and the heart? thanks!

(OMG I LOVE THAT SONG! i kinda went away from the ask but i hope you like this!)

If Our World Comes Tumbling Down

(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

CW: romance, past breakups, use of she/her, language, shitty attempt at angst, author attempted to not use y/n and i think i succeeded but who knows, lil bit of Zatanna being a jealous bitch I LOVE HER BUT I NEEDED A LIL ANGST, i think that's it but if there's more tell me!

A/N: Sorry this is so late anon! hope you like it!

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own story, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

Honeybee Could you imagine where our lives would lead? That silly ring, it wasn't meant to be Luckily you saw in me Something I couldn't see

Ugh. That stupid ringtone. She hated it, but Robin somehow put it there and she couldn't remove it.

"Hello?"

"Hey mushroom."

She scoffed.

"Don't mushroom me, wonderboy. And tell your brother to remove the stupid ringtone."

She heard a sigh at the end of the line.

"Look, I get the feeling that you're mad at me-"

"No shit, sherlock."

"-but I need to know why."

She sucked in a breath.

She loved Dick Grayson. And Dick Grayson loved her.

So why couldn't she say yes?

"Dick..." She let out a sob.

"Mushroom? You okay?"

"No, I'm not okay, dammit!"

She put the phone down, and let the tears stream down her face.

"Hey. I'm here for you, ring or no ring. Okay? You're my best friend." A pause. Then: "Don't tell Wally I said that."

She let out a dry laugh. Then, taking a slow breath, she began to explain herself.

"Dick. I...I know I promised you I would change, that I could change...but I can't. I'm starting to think that old habits can't die. I'm not like you, I'm not the hero you think I am."

There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

"Dick?"

"How many."

She didn't say anything.

"How many?"

"...Sixteen. Sex traffickers."

Honeybee I can't imagine how my life would be If all your gravity did not hit me Oh, don't you see? Darling, my honeybee

"Mushroom?"

"Yeah, Wonderboy?"

"Would you actually have left me?" Dick turned his head to face his girlfriend.

"Dick..."

She bit her upper lip and looked at the floor.

"I need you to be honest with me." Her eyes darted towards him, before coming back to the floor. She huffed, then spoke.

"I...don't know. I've had so many people give up on me, Dick, I just...I didn't want to lose you, but sometimes you have to let go."

He tilted her chin so that she was facing him.

"So you're saying you would've left me?"

"If it meant that you'd be happier."

He smiled sadly, then kissed her forehead.

"But I'm happier with you."

Such a fool I took your love and I bent all the rules You took the blow and didn't let it show Stuck around to let me know Built a family of our own

"May I have this dance?"

She smirked, then accepted his hand.

"Ever the charmer."

"It's my specialty."

She laughed, then rested her head against his chest.

After a while, he mumbled somethin into her hair.

"What?"

"I wish we could always be like this," he repeated.

Look around We made a garden of the love we found So many reasons I would fight to stay You're the courage when I fade Take a look at what we've made

"Hey, Dick?"

You turned the corner and gasped.

Zatanna Zatara, pinning your boyfriend to a wall.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Dick's eyes widened.

"Hon, it's not what it looks like-" You cut him off with a scoff

"Oh really? Because it looks like Zatara here is forcing herself onto you!"

"Oh. Yeah, no, it it what it looks like."

You huffed out a laugh at your boyfriend, then glared at the magician.

"What the hell are you thinking?!?!?"

She scoffed.

"Why would he love you? You're a villian."

You were seething.

"My parents aren't villains, and neither am I. But you'd need a braincell or two to figure that out."

Dick glared at her.

"Zee, I love her. Yeah, maybe in the past it was different, but we're living now. Not in the past."

But here we are After all the misses and confessions To the stars That we never really owned as ours

You huffed on the bed, and felt a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Hey," you mumbled.

He just laughed, and kissed your temple.

"You know I love you, right?"

You smiled.

"I love you, too."

And if our world comes tumbling down I never could forgive myself for leaving out You're the one, you are the only one

A/N: GOD THIS IS SO SHITTY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON

#ryn writes songfics #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #zatanna zatara #poison ivy #ryn writes stuff #jiabeewrites

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What Would Your OC Sing At Karaoke Night? Tag | Tagged by @g0dspeeed <3

If your OC was at a karaoke night, what would be their go-to song? Would they even partake? Bonus points for a little story.

Okay, for ages I so had this idea how Sabrina would go full Kate Carver (Walker: Independence, gif under the cut) and do a little impression of John as a joke. @g0dspeeed's WIP Monday post and mention of Cappie's karaoke song so became a sign it's time to talk about this. Snippet below. I will probably do a separate post for Calahan and Mercedes one day. :D

All can be cured with a payment Yea, trust in the blind Faith in the hands of the faithless And beautiful lies You are one step away from annihilation! Ooh, do ya feel the heat? From below Send a sign to me, the next one’ll pay me in gold I don’t know how to lose I know that you think that I’m some kind of savior But I’m the broker of sin Just a coin for your wrongs, and I’ll cleanse ya Oh, what did you do? Yes your riches can purchase atonement Oh, what did you do? There’s a price to be paid and you owe it!

"Go out with me just once. Please.", Sabrina had asked with such hopeful expression John had found himself unable to say no to her idea to drag him out to the Spread Eagle. This is exactly where he had ended up few hours later: in front of the entrance to the bar, music and chatter spilling into the night air. "You have to give them a chance.", she said with conviction, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Deputy-", he mumbled, knowing full well things weren't about to go as smooth as she expected them to. "I mean it, John.", her voice became stern as she took hold of his hand and pushed the door open, dragging him inside. The second they stepped over the threshold, it was like the whole atmosphere of the bar shifted. The chatter died down significally and all eyes zeroed in on the two of them, yet Sabrina seemed oblivious to everyone's wary stares as she ran towards Hartley and enveloped him into a hug. Calahan kept his arms around her for longer than John could tolerate and had the audacity to wink at his narrowed gaze. "I will be damned, Gray. He actually came.", Hartley exclaimed as he finally let go of Sabrina and nodded in his direction in a greeting. A start. A hand hit the Deputy's back, "You owe me 50, Cal." "Les, don't tell me you bet on it.", there was a hint of warning in Sabrina's tone, but her eyes softening in Leslie's direction told a different story. "I bet for him and it was Calahan's idea. Blame him, Rina.", he shrugged as he sat back down in his seat. "Sit.", Sabrina whispered to John, then turned to her friends, "Everyone, play nice."

Calahan snorted at the same time Leslie shook his head. "Brin, nice isn't exactly my forte these days, but I'd try.", Mercedes finally spoke up, sending a smirk his way as John removed his jacket and sank into the chair next to hers, "Hello, brother… in-law. Guess some things never change, eh?" He was still getting used to her personality after she had shed her Mercy act. On the small stage, Sharky Boshaw was taking his turn at Karaoke night, clearly set on a mission to burst everyone's eardrums with Hurk Jr. as his back-up singer. "Wooohoo.", Harley cheered, raising his lighter in the air like he was at a concert not at shameless public torture. Not the kind I'd enjoy, too. "How uncomfortable are you on the scale of 1 to 10, brother?", Mercedes muttered before letting a laugh, "It's cute you're here, I'd give you that. Jacob would never. I tried." "I'm just peachy." "Liar.", she patted his shoulder, "A drink would help." "No." "Mer." "He's fine, Brin. I'm not going to eat him." An hour that felt like eternity to him passed where locals tried their hardest to do an impression of an America's Got Talent reject. "I'm up next, yo.", Hartley announced as he headed for the stage and blew a kiss towards Mary May who was manning the bar as usual, "This one is for a certain special someone. Not you, John." Laughter sounded all around them as the music started and he slipped into the song while Sabrina rested her head against John's shoulder and grabbed his hand, "We can go if it's too much…" "We're staying, Deputy.", his eyes found hers and a side of him wished they were back at the ranch, but he meant what he had said. "Okay. I'm off to the ladies room. Be right back.", she said and left after dropping a quick peck on his lips. By the time Hartley wrapped up his performance and came back to the table, she still hadn't returned, her absence making him worry. "Oh, this is going to be fuuuuuun.", Mercedes sing-songed and she leaned forward, the secretive expression on her face giving John a pause. Hartley nodded with a knowing smile and took a sip from his beer. John was about to get up and look for Sabrina when the lights in the bar went off for a beat as another song started. The second they came back on, he was staring at her on stage, wearing none other than his jacket as she bit her lip and looked in his direction. When did you even grab it, Deputy? People cheered when her melodic voice took over the room, her presence mesmerizing everyone, including him. In that moment, sitting through a whole hour of terrible singing and uncomfortable stares seemed all worth it. It took him a while to realize why she had chosen the song, by the time she got to the second verse and bridge, he had no doubt it was about him.

♫ I know that you think that I’m some kind of savior But I’m the broker of sin Just a coin for your wrongs, and I’ll cleanse ya Oh, what did you do? Yes your riches can purchase atonement Oh, what did you do?♫

She was wearing his jacket. Singing about sin. Successfully breaking the ice and acknowledging the elephant in the room so people can move on. "Now, that one is about you, chief.", Calahan uttered out and whistled as Sabrina's song came to an end. Clapping followed her as she returned to the table and plopped down into John's lap. "How angry did that make you?", she asked, kissing his cheek while her hands wrapped around his neck. "It didn't. It was a sight to behold." "Yeah?" "You look good in my jacket, what can I say?", his lips hovered over to hers, not quite touching. "Jesus, get a room.", Hartley fake-coughed, "You truly are a goner, Seed. I expected you to storm out, all broody. Not pass the test." "I'm drinking to that.", Mercedes raised her hand in a toast, "To unlikely company that ain't so bad after a few drinks." Seconds passed, where John expected nobody to join in, then Calahan clicked his bottle against her glass, prompting Leslie to do the same before Sabrina followed suit, too. "I'm next, people.", Mercedes declared as she strutted over to the stage, no doubt catching many eyes on her way. Good thing Jacob didn't come. John was certain the night would have ended differently, possibly in a fight instead of with Sabrina sitting in his lap, surrounded by friends for hours until the two of them emerged back out, ready to head home. "Drive safe.", Calahan called out before taking a drag of his cigarette and adding, "See you next Friday, Seed. You still owe me, so don't think of ditching us." "See… told you he's coming around.", Sabrina said, unable to hold back her smile, "Thank you for tonight." "Anything for you.", John retorted as she snuggled closer to him and he put an arm around her in attempts to keep her warm on their way to her father's Bronco.

Kate:

Tagging @josephseedismyfather @adelaidedrubman @thesingularityseries @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @euryalex @detectivelokis @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @madparadoxum @trench-rott @josephslittledeputy @dumbassdep @theelderhazelnut @purplehairsecretlair @neonneurons @jinfromyarikawa @shegetsburned @clicheantagonist @poisonedtruth @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @voidika @harmonyowl @strangefable @schoute @jacobsneed @strafethesesinners and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

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I’m having to put on my big gworl panties to unpack MerSean…

I think the only ship these two should explore should be friendship. Do I like the fact that Sean has managed to finally uproot himself from the indent he has left in his couch for a night out? Absolutely

Do I fear for Sean’s (and Mercy’s) health and well being if they do a thing: Absolutely

Boffum need to heal but not together, in that way. I feel Mercy should find some new unproblematic, good dick from someone else. Like there’s gotta be someone else just kickin’ it at Sky Fitness or the Cupcake stand in Uptown…or like The Art Gallery or something. Getting in bed with Sean is too close comfort. I want to save the good sis the time & energy before she gives it away.

Not even making this be about Jay but I feel like he would lose it. Going from Bishop to Sean, just might send him to an early grave. But even his feelings aside…Sean just got off the couch. We don’t need any more “soul ties” (if that’s the right word) with unhealed/mentally unstable (respectfully) men. Especially since she’s had a taste of freedom for what…like 2 weeks…and idk if we can even call it freedom because she’s not fully outta the clear. She’s confident…and having a good time with her girl Indy but…in the clear…far from it. 👀

The ship I do think she should explore: that music teacher position at Copperdale that miss girl had been eying. I think her tickling the ivories at that funeral is the real reason miss ma’am is living her most confident-infused best life. Them keys put some pep in our girls step, we can’t deny that.

*Please feel free to give me a better word for mentally unstable, if you have one. 💛

Its the practical rationale for me Chae!!!

Because look, the good brotha Sean literally just buried his boy (rip to the homie). While its nice to get off the couch (he says as much to Darren) and get out, have a lil fun (see the hint of a smile on the Harley), we don't need to rush into anything. Sean is still seeing the good Doc about 3 times a week and its going to take awhile for the Doc to work on YEARS of projecting, trauma, feelings of failed parenting and now loss. Sean has work to do.

And did Mercy ever have an outlet after the passing of Mr. Jackson Carruthers, Jazz Pianist? Perhaps not... she couldn't even be found when Georgie passed away and Bertie really needed her. She buries her own feelings and feels like she deserves punishment. That just doesn't go away after one bomb ass night out with a bad ass bestie.

She still has baggage and the tag says Bishop. The flesh is weak.

I'm so glad you mentioned the Music Teacher that Mercy very much wanted to be but was told "I don't want you working". Chile....

And here comes her son, Professor of the Pianistic Arts at Britechester, always a waiting list to enroll in his course because he LOVES what he does and the students LOVE that. I digress....

All very, VERY good points to soak in as we imagine the possibilities of these two very complicated characters.

#chae with the big girl drawls!#we love that #story stuff #long post

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jaxteller87 · 5 months

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Forget Me Not 3

I was watching Jax from the doorway of the garage. Things have started to slow down a little bit as the holidays have come and gone. I always enjoyed the holiday season, and why not? Friends, family, games, gifts, oh, and let's not forget the food. Especially here in Charming. Don't get me wrong, my family back home always put some good on the table, but it is nothing as elaborate as what Gemma puts together.

Unfortunately, this year was very different. Gemma had a hard time with her Alzheimer's diagnosis over the holidays. Everything was still fine, but there were moments when I'd notice Gemma staring out the window and off into nothingness. It was like all the lights were on, but she wasn't home. She had told us that January was getting worse; the more she had to remember, the worse it got.

When Jax got home, he kissed me on the top of my head and walked past me without saying a word. I could see in his eyes that he was doing everything in his power to hold back a floodgate of tears. I gave him a few moments alone in the bedroom, but listening to the sound of his quiet sobbing, I knew I had to go in and comfort him.

"I can't lose her, Amber. I just can't," he said, tears streaming down his face.

"Shhh, it's okay, my love," I whispered, taking his face in my hands and kissing his forehead.

"Sure, Gemma can be a bitch sometimes, but she's the cornerstone of it all, Amber. With the club, with members, with the family. I mean, what are we going to do when she can't watch the kids? I know that's a long way off; there's new treatment. She won't go as fast as her dad did back in the day," he said, tears still streaming.

I remembered back to a few weeks ago when I was watching her and the kids baking cookies, and Ma had completely forgotten what she was doing. "If I wasn't there to help—"

"I know. I thought the same thing that day when it happened," I sighed, letting my husband get this off his chest. "And as we talked in January when Ma finally let us know what was happening, it's not the risk of her forgetting me that bothers me the most— it's her forgetting all the good memories of us growing up. I wouldn't be surprised if she forgot all about Thomas soon."

"I mean, you and me, she's gonna forget everything," he said, tears streaming down his face. "The day we met, me moving to NY to be with you, us starting our little family, our life together— All of it."

After getting all that off his chest, Jax told me he was going to take the bike for a ride to clear his head. I wasn't sure if it was a smart idea to take the bike out feeling like he was, but I knew better than to stand between Jax and his Harley.

I wheeled around the house for a little while, looking for something to occupy my mind. Part of me was somewhat prepared to deal with Gemma and her situation, but how it was affecting Jax was absolutely destroying me.

After I heard the refrigerator door close, I entered the kitchen to see Jax standing there with a glass of milk and a vacant stare. "I thought you were going for a ride," I asked.

"Yeah. Sorry," he visibly snapped out of his weird daze, "Hey, do you want you to tag along," he smiled.

"Yes!" I said quickly, "I mean, sure. Wait. Are you sure?" I asked.

"One hundred percent, darlin'. Let's go, my love," he smiled as he led me back into the garage. He plopped me down on the bike, helping me with my helmet before sitting down and taking it off the kickstand.

"Hold on, my love," he said as the bike came to life, and we took off down the road.

We rode for a long time, my head resting on his back, not even looking at the road, thinking about how in the world I would get my husband through it all if the worst did happen with Gem. After losing all concept of how long we were riding or where we even were, we eventually arrived at the lake. I smiled, seeing a bunch of butterflies appear out of nowhere, and so did Jax. I don't know if he fully believed they were a sign from Mary, but deep down, I knew it was her. We both laughed when one landed on his nose and then fluttered over to my leg. I gently touched its wing with my finger, and it hopped onto my wrist, seemingly staring at me, "Hey, little guy," I smiled.

"We have more company," Jax smiled, pointing to two red birds in a tree. It was nice. Something so simple was able to clear both of our heads, if even for a little while.

Later that night, after putting the kids to bed, Jax was in the bathroom, and I was writing in my notebook. I looked up when I heard him clear his throat. I grinned, seeing my old man in gray sweats. He took a running leap on the bed and began tickling my sides, causing me to laugh uncontrollably.

"Say I'm the best husband ever, and I'll stop," he laughed.

"You're the best husband ever," I laughed as he converted his tickle attack into a loving embrace.

"Thank you for today. It was nice," he said, looking up at me.

"It was," I smiled, kissing his forehead. Then, I called him something I hadn't called him in some time.

"I love you, big papa."

#jax teller fluff #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x oc #jax teller x disabled reader

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kingdomof-omens · 11 months

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Day 4- Clutch: Folio/OFC

30 days of Bad Omens Bingo Card here Masterlist Can also be found on Wattpad and AO3 This is a work of fiction based on real people. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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Pairing: Folio/OFC (Lesley)

Warning: No smut in this one- just fluff, motorcycles, short one-shot

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"You want to WHAT?!" Nick screeched through the store, turning to face Lesley, his best friend since childhood.

"C'mon, Nicky! You said you'd teach me and yet I still haven't learned!" Lesley shoved his shoulder, pushing him gently into the shelf.

"Yeah Les, I did... but with my baby?" He put his hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

"Ugh, you're so dramatic." She waved him off, walking away towards the back of the store where they displayed their motorcycle helmets.

Nick was back home for the summer off of tour and his motorcycle was finally out of the shop from where someone decided to rear end it. He was excited to ride again, but he had made plans with Lesley for when he got back home to travel down to the beach. He figured they could take his beloved Harley since Lesley had never ridden before. First, she needed proper gear so to the store they went.

Lesley did make a good point, though. Nick did promise to teach her how to drive a motorcycle, but he didn't think she would actually want to. Now he was stuck between breaking a promise, or trusting his clueless best friend to ride his bike.

He didn't dwell on the thought too long, following behind her to the back corner of the store for her to pick out a helmet.

"The number one rule of riding bikes is that you dress for the slide, not the ride." He told her, grabbing her shoulders and moving her away from the faceless half-helmets to the full faced ones. "Losing body parts and getting gnarly road rash isn't fun."

She shot him a playful glare before picking up a bright pink helmet, twisting it in her hands. "What about this one, Nick?"

He took the helmet from her hands and looked it over, reading the helmet's information tag. He nodded, handing it back over to her. "This one is highly rated. It's a good one. Plus it has a communicator in it, so we can talk to each other without having to yell over the engine."

She smiled, deciding that this was the helmet for her. She left Nick standing there as she went to the counter to pay for all of her items. The leather jacket Nick had to argue with her about included.

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"Okay, ready?" Nick asked, tension in his jaw. He made through on his promise, taking Lesley to a deserted parking lot to teach her how to properly drive the motorcycle. He decided to teach her later that day, so when they left for the trip tomorrow she wouldn't annoy him the whole time. She didn't mean any harm in constantly reminding him, she just didn't see Nick that often and was excited to learn something new.

She took a deep breath sitting on the bike, Nick standing right next to her. She looked up at him through the face shield on her helmet and nodded.

"Remember, you can talk. Our communicators are synced."

"Right, sorry. This is a lot of information at once. I'm just...trying to remember."

"Dude, you're good. That's why I'm here. Ask me questions, tell me what you're thinking.

"I just ask that you don't burn my clutch because it's new and hasn't been broken in yet."

Her eyes widened at his words. Things on bikes needed to be broken in?! Who in their right mind sells a bike with it not completely ready for the rider?!

He laughed at her shocked face, reaching his hand out to give her the keys. "That's a normal thing, Les. Each driver is different. You want the motor to be catered to the driver, not the other way around." He reassured her.

She grabbed the keys from his outstretched hand, placing them in the ignition. "Whatever you say, Nicky. This is why I wanted you to teach me. You know way more about this stuff than anyone else I know."

"Alright, so go ahead and make sure the bike is in neutral. Look for 'N' to be lit up."

"Done."

"Now, start her up!"

Lesley gripped the key in her hand and turned it, hearing the engine below her purr to life. Her face split open, forcing a wide smile on her face, as she looked up to Nick, who's expression mirrored hers. The gentle vibrations from the engine below her was an accomplishing feeling- she got step one down successfully.

"Now here's the fun part. Remember how to drive a stick shift, Les?" Nick asked, leaning forwards and placing his arm on her shoulder, her nodding in confirmation.

"Same applies, but the controls are opposite. Clutchwith your hand, shift with your foot. One down, five up. Then the opposite to come to a stop. Try it out."

He backed away from Lesley, crossing his arms over his chest waiting for her to be comfortable enough to try to move the bike. He knew she would get the hang of it rather quickly, he was the one who also taught her how to drive a manual car. She was able to grasp that concept within three tries, and now she frequently drove her dad's old stick-shift pickup truck with the worn transmission.

The first time she attempted to move, she stalled the bike out. She didn't give the bike enough acceleration as she lifted off the clutch, causing the bike to lurch forwards slightly. Nick was immediately next to her, reaching out and grabbing the bike to keep it steady so she wouldn't topple over and get hurt.

"Dammit!" She yelled into the communicator, throwing her hands into the air. Nick chuckled at her, shaking his head. She was always a perfectionist, getting agitated if she didn't succeed at something the very first try.

"Give it some more throttle. You got this, Les. You're overthinking." He tapped his finger on the visor of her helmet.

She groaned, putting the bike into neutral before starting it again, and feeling the engine roar to life beneath her. She sat calmly, taking deep breaths and letting the vibrations of the motor sink into her bones. She remembered what Nick had told her: just like her dad's truck, the bike is finicky. "Treat her with respect and she'll glide over the road with you."

Nick backed away slowly again, standing not too far away in case Lesley needed him again. The man had the patience of a saint, and it was obvious in him calm and soothing demeanor.

Feeling like she was ready, Lesley pulled the clutch in with her left hand and kicked the shifter down into first. Taking another deep breath and closing her eyes, she cleared her mind and decided to let the bike tell her what to do. Like what Nick had taught her before: she would feel for the pull of the gear catching, and accelerate from there.

Letting off of the clutch slowly, she waited for that pull, giving the bike a tad bit of throttle to even out so she wouldn't stall again. She opened her eyes and looked to her right, seeing Nick walking beside her. He had both of his thumbs up and was nodding enthusiastically. She picked up her feet, and gave the bike more throttle, the bike gently gaining speed.

"Don't forget to shift when she's ready!" Nick called to her, coming to a stop and watching her slowly drive away. He heard her giggle in her helmet, accelerating more, as she gained distance between them.

He stood there with his arms crossed, watching his best friend with amazement. Her little giggles in his ear were bringing a smile to his face. She was a determined woman, that was for sure- never giving up on something she had set her mind to, and learning new things with ease.

He heard the bike go quiet for a moment and the click of her switching into a higher gear, then she was accelerating more.

"Nicky, look! I'm doing it, Nick!" She yelled into his ear, excitement coating her voice.

"Alright, bring her back to me. Remember to lean as you turn so you don't fall."

He watched her make the turn, leaning into it, before the headlights were casting shadows behind him.

"Can I just pull the clutch and stop like in dad's truck?" She asked as her hand came up to grip the lever on the left hand side.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." He told her, hearing the roar of the engine quiet down slightly when she pulled the clutch in.

She came to a stop next to him, gearing down the bike back into neutral, before turning the key in the ignition to the off position. She jumped off of the bike and lowered the kickstand, pulling off her helmet and turning to Nick.

He was pulling his helmet off of himself when he felt her body collide with his, her hands coming around his back to grip around his torso tightly.

"I did it! Did you see that?! I can ride a bike now!"

Helmet in his hand, he brought his arms around her to embrace her, chuckling at her words. "I saw. I'm very proud of you, Les. You did great." He squeezed her tightly once before letting go and taking a step back. When she looked up at him, she had a face splitting smile and her eyes twinkled with delight.

"You'll need more practice because you only got to second gear and there's no traffic, but we're going to save that for later." He brought his hand up and ruffled the hair on the top of her head.

"I know, but at least I got the hardest part down! The rest is super easy." She removed his hand, smoothing her brown hair back down.

"Let's get something to eat before I take you home. We gotta pack for tomorrow anyway. Just please, Les, don't pack too much shit. You see what I'm working with here."

She agreed, placing her helmet back onto her head. She waited for Nick to hop onto the bike first, before she climbed on behind him.

As Nick was driving away from the parking lot, he started shaking his head as he heard Lesley through the communicator: "Can I drive tomorrow?"

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The Dream - Chapter Ten.

BESTIES! Who wants a double update? It’s here, you’re getting one! I figured I would, since the next two chapters are a little shorter, both coming in at under 3k in the word count. Going forward, I think we’ll do a 40 note unlock for a double update, and a 30 note unlock for a single one. Sounds fair, doesn’t it? Well, I hope you enjoy what I have in store for you here. Looking forward to your thoughts, as ever :)

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“He’s still acting strange with you, then?” Angel asked, winding noodles around his fork. They were at the Chinese restaurant Keri had said she wanted to take him to, discussing her current predicament with Aaron.

“Well, kind of,” she began, poking at the pastry on one of the spring rolls before her. “He’ll ask what Rachel, Frankie and I are talking about, and if I say you, then he’ll just close up, or make some remark. He still has you pegged as a scumbag.”

Angel looked entertained by that. “Some people think I am, and if that’s what he wants to believe without ever actually meeting me, then that’s up to him.” He scratched his beard, shrugging. “I ain’t losing sleep over it, neither should you.”

“I’m trying not to, but it irritates me. What you do doesn’t have anything to do with him,” she stated, Angel chewing through his mouthful of food quickly, reaching to cover her hand with his.

“Don’t let it bother you, especially when he’s only looking out for you. You just don’t like it because it probably throws up a little conflict for you too, doesn’t it?”

She felt a little uncomfortable at his presenting of the truth like that, but decided it was best to be honest. “A bit, if I’m real with you.”

“All you gotta know is the following; what I do and who I am are very different things, alright?” He paused then, Keri sipping her iced tea, nodding. “How about the other guy in your group, Ash, is it? Does he think the same?”

“I’ve no idea, since we haven’t seen him for more than a half hour at a time, if that, for the past few weeks. He’s two years above us and currently coming to the end of taking his master's degree in biochemistry, so he’s literally absconded to his room or the study suites at college as he prepares for his finals in April. I doubt he’d take an issue, though. You guys have a common ground, a love for Harley’s,” she explained.

“Oh yeah?” Angel was interested at that. “What does he ride?”

She sat and thought on it, trying to remember, knowing she could only come out with something that was going to make her look utterly ridiculous. “Erm, it’s red. That’s about all I can tell you.”

He laughed softly at that. “You’re too cute.”

“I am as my Instagram bio states, Provo village idiot.”

Her words sparked something in him then, something he’d been meaning to ask for a while. “Speaking of you Insta, I need to know what made you choose the profile name you did. I mean, I know I was boring and just chose my name and birth year, but yeah, kinda curious to know how girl where photo came about?”

Keri was laughing softly before she’d even spoken, remembering the event that had led to it well. “I changed it after something funny that happened about a year ago. We have these students who came over from Thailand at our college, doing some long-term exchange programme through their church, and they’re the sweetest kids but back then, their English was still a little bit basic at best.

“So, one of them, Trinh, his name is, asked me if I could take some photographs of him to send to his family back home of him up in the mountains where the scenery is so breathtaking, so I agreed. Anyway, I said I’d print the ones he’d chosen, but between our busyness with studies, it took me a while to get them done, and he was obviously quite excited about seeing them, so ran up one morning in the hall and shouted, ‘girl where photo?’ at me. It sounds like he was being rude, but he was just so excited, and he couldn’t remember my name either, so yeah, that explains it. Frankie couldn’t breathe! Every time he sees me now, he yells it at me. It’s our thing.”

He laughed, resting his fork down when he’d finished, Keri taking another bite out of one of the spring rolls before her. “So, tell me how the love of photography started, then. You know, out of all the things we’ve talked about so far, I don't think I ever asked that."

Sitting there listening to her explain how she’d first come to love taking pictures with her grandmother’s old wind on camera when she was four, excitedly visiting the local one-hour photo place with her to get them developed, Angel smiled widely all the way through. He couldn’t help but note that he’d never felt so comfortable with someone in such a short space of time, the way they'd fallen into easy conversation, like two old friends becoming reacquainted after a period of separation.

How he felt when he was with her in his sleep was definitely mirrored by the reality of such, Keri seeming to settle well despite – as he could tell clearly – being quite nervous earlier as they’d left the airport. She’d almost crashed into a concrete post on her way out of the car park.

As for Keri, if only Angel knew how well she was hiding the fact that inside, all she could hear were panicked honking noises. Supressing her nerves was a battle she was mostly winning, but boy, she was working her ass off to keep it all hidden. Yes, she felt comfortable with him, and he was just a nice as he’d seemed thus far, but she still couldn’t believe he was sitting across the table from her.

This man, this completely irresistibly gorgeous man, a man she would have considered out of her league, was sitting there looking like he was honestly enjoying getting to know her. Her inner self? Anxious. She revealed those thoughts too after they’d left the restaurant, Keri stopping in at Frankie and Jaime’s apartment so she could leave her car behind and Angel could drop his bag inside, taking an Uber down to The Lounge.

“So, how’s it going?” Frankie asked, Keri greeting them both with a kiss while Angel went to the bar.

“Help! He’s too hot for me, I’m out of my depth and only just holding it together to act like a normal person and not spiral into one long calamity Joe parody of myself!” she hissed, seating herself on the opposite couch, a narrow table dividing them.

“Love, you need to cease with these thoughts,” Jaime began, reaching to squeeze her wrist. “You have no idea how much of a knockout you are, do you?” Here they were, Keri’s usual nerves and self-doubt when it came to men, especially in that moment, walking in with a very attractive one, the kind of guy that looks wise, she should have always aimed for, rather than selling herself short because she didn’t believe she could do better.

Keri waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “Stop, I am not!” Just then, Angel arrived back with them, placing down a pitcher of margaritas before a surprised looking Frankie and Jaime, and the same with beer for him and Keri, plus two glasses he pulled from his back pockets. He indicated he’d be back, returning with exactly the same order again.

“You trying to get us wasted there?” Frankie asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Ah, shit. She sussed me,” he laughed, before pointing back at the bar. “Your local ice hockey team just walked in, so I double ordered everything. Ain’t nobody getting close to that bar between the big dudes and all the hockey groupies down there.”

“I believe the term is puck bunny,” Jaime spoke, pouring out a fresh drink for her and Frankie. “And you say that like you’re not a big dude when really, you’re what? Six three?”

“Yeah, about that,” he confirmed, passing a beer to Keri. “I feel like a damned giant compared to this one.”

“Everyone is a giant compared to me and my five four tininess.” she laughed, cringing a little. Their conversation moved on, the girls all getting to know Angel a little better, laughing hard at stories of his youth, some of the antics he found himself involved in, the kind of life he’d had so very different from theirs. He enjoyed it, too, in turn hearing about them, learning of their lives, yet there was only one person he craved alone time with in order to do more of the same.

“What?” he questioned hours later when they’d returned to the apartment, Keri grinning to herself beside him, both all bundled in a comforter and blankets to ward out the chilly February cold. When the heat went off in the apartment, the temperature dropped quickly, and boy, you felt it.

“Nothing,” she spoke softly, shaking her head. “I'm just having a 'holy shit he's right there' moment again. It's good, but still weird.”

He could identify with such. “Same. I can't believe I'm here either.” His smile reached his gorgeous, dark eyes, reaching to squeeze her shoulder. “So, tell me things about you that I don’t already know, then.”

Her eyes widened a fraction, and it made his pulse skip. She was even lovelier than her pictures or presence in his dreams had alluded to. “Gosh!” she began, combing her hair away from her face with her fingers. “I don’t even know where to start!”

“Alright, I’ll ask, you tell?” he suggested, Keri nodding.

“Okie dokie, and you answer too!” And so, they began.

“What’s something you have more knowledge about more than anybody else you know?” Oh, that was an interesting choice. Thinking on it, he didn’t seem the type who’d be interested in run of the mill, getting to know you small talk. And as she replied about her love and knowledge of Nikon cameras, with Angel asking interesting specifics, she truly saw that he was much smarter than he appeared in how he articulated himself.

His wasn’t academically smart, but she enjoyed how direct he was, how original the questions were that he asked of her, and how perceptive he appeared to be. Therefore, she matched him, knowing that he wouldn’t be the type to be pacified by asking what his favourite movie or colour was. In truth, neither was she.

“If you could sit and spend an evening talking to anyone from history, alive or dead, who would it be?”

He beamed. “Yo, that’s a fuckin’ great question.” He took a pause, considering his options. The fantasy woman of his early teens, model Helena Christensen immediately popped into his head, but it would be gauche to reply with a beautiful woman, and he could do much better than that. “Che Guevara. I admire those who don’t play by the rules in order to achieve a better balance where power is concerned. Rebellion and revolution, people who stand up against oppression, I think it’s brave and bold, amazing even, the ripple effect that one person and their ideas can cause. How about you?”

Her reply was immediate. “Annie Leibovitz. The way she captures so much personality of her subjects in her photography, making the images so deeply personal, almost like they’re just a moment captured in a sequence of motion. Her images might be still, but they move. They have vibrance, some of her works even remind me of Renaissance paintings. She’s truly masterful.”

“I guess there’s a lot more to photography than there appears at first glance, right? It ain’t just about pointing a camera at your subject and clicking. I think it’s a really interesting art form, although I know very little about it. What’s your favourite picture you’ve ever taken?”

Immediately, she reached for her phone. “This one got taken off of my Instagram, even though I censored the boobies, but here.” Clicking on the image, it enlarged, Keri turning her phone to show Angel the photograph of Frankie, naked but a Pride flag wrapped around her waist, one hand holding herself up as she swung from the overhead bars of the black iron fire escape outside of the apartment, the other hand raising her middle finger, a cigarette hanging from the corner of her glossed pout. “It’s just her, unapologetically her. I captured the entire essence of Frances Scarvo in one picture, which was my aim.”

Angel studied it, loving the details, the light, the way the shadows fell over her lithe muscles, the shaft of sunlight shining down onto the tall building glinting the defiance in her eyes. “I fucking love it, you’re right, the way you’ve captured so much of her in it. I mean, I don’t even know her, but what I’ve noticed in her, her total confidence and pride in being an out lesbian, her humour and her strength, it’s all here. It’s unapologetic, just like you said. You should print this for her and frame it.”

“Already did,” she revealed. “It’s hanging in the bedroom, next to one I took of Jamie in a bubble bath. One I ended up slipping on the edge of the tub and falling into with her fully clothed. I just about had chance to throw my camera at Frankie and save it, rather than save myself.”

He laughed softly, imagining it. “Calamity Joe strikes again, huh?”

“Don’t you start calling me that, too!” The laughter they shared was so natural and easy, Angel loving that she didn’t take herself too seriously, her slight clumsiness a source of her own amusement just as much as it was everyone else’s.

He reached for her, thumb skimming her cheek, the gesture small, but big enough to make her heart flutter. “It’s good to see you relax a little at last. I’ve noticed it, how hard you’ve been working to not let your nerves get the better of you.

Shit. And she thought she’d fooled him. Angel Reyes, it seemed, was even more perceptive than she’d realised. “I want to be like I am with you in our dreams,” she began, Angel raising an eyebrow in a manner that bordered on lascivious. “Not like that!” she admonished playfully, slapping his chest with the back of her hand. “Well, not yet, anyway. You get what I mean, though.”

At the suggestion of those connotations manifesting in reality, he felt a little flicker of arousal stir within his depths. He couldn’t help it, the attraction he felt only strengthening in reality. “I do, I understand.” He’d keep it in check, though, for her comfort. “Okay, I thought of something else. If you could visit any period of time in history, when would you choose and why?”

“One of the prehistoric ages, so I could witness dinosaurs, the cretaceous period in particular. As long as in this hypothesis I could be somewhere safe, I’d love to sit and view them, the triceratops, the velociraptors, the tyrannosaurs rex. Can you imagine how incredible that would be? I have so much awe about them. There’ve been quite a few remains found in Moab, so I like to visit whenever I have time, go and see the skeletons in the museum there. I never get bored. How about you?”

All the way through her explanation, she’d noticed his smile widening, his reply confirming what she was beginning to think. “Exactly the same. All that shit is fascinating. You gotta take me to that museum! I’ve never been to see the bones in person before, but looking at pictures, the scale ones that show just how huge they were, it’s mind-blowing, trying to imagine something that big ever walking the earth.”

Finding something they were both geeks over kept them talking for a long time before their conversation eventually moved on, 2am rolling around, and neither feeling even remotely tired. Even if they were, they wouldn’t have been prepared to have called time on something they were enjoying so much.

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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑. — draco malfoy

summary : draco did everything in his power to reach out to you, and confess everything during the war. but what happens when you already moved on?

warning(s) : none

authors note : credits to @planetaryrph for the divider <3 also, pls rb !! it helps alot <3

special tag : @miss-celestial-being

draco knew this was wrong, very wrong. him ignoring you throughout the year, and focusing on the deatheater related stuff.

he knew, that it would risk him losing you. but he also knew that if he kept interacting with you the dark lord would eventually find out and use you as a weapon.

a weapon that would make him weak on the knees.

so, he didn't want you to be the weapon used against him. he just ignored you, stop caring about your birthday, the anniversary, and hell even the time where you passed the difficult potions test you've been talking about.

he all threw it away, in the process of making you safe.

and ofcourse, he regretted that.

he wished that he had just stuck with you, he wished he had ran away with you like you suggest once.

but, he didn't ofcourse. he had too much pride in leaving his wealth.

that pride all came down the drain, when you broke up with him.

he acted as if he didn't care which he did, alot.

you cut all ties with him, and ran off somewhere in the wizarding world. whilst draco followed what is parents ordered on what to do.

he got married to harley cunningham, of course he didnt love harley his heart belonged to you and only you.

now he's just one poor little soul, waiting and hoping for you to come back to him and have his happy ending again.

but alast, this wasn't a fairy tale this was reality.

hes forever stuck in a loveless marriage, with a son scorpius malfoy.

- • - • -

draco woke up to the noise of scorpius crying, “waaaahhh!” he groaned, he felt bad for the kid he didn't have very loving parents but draco did try his best.

draco slowly went to the nursery, lulling Scorpius back to bed.

the little malfoy yawned and went back to his slumber.

draco placed scorpius back onto his crib and went back to his bedroom.

it all seemed a normal night, but he heard a moan from harley’s room.

“mmhh! fuckk please... damian!”

that bitch had no shame fucking another man in his home, and ignoring the childs cry?!

well, the fact that harley is fucking another man is probably not shocking to him.

but this woman is really the worst one there is, she ignored her own child crying?

what a bitch.

- • - • -

draco cant take it anymore, he missed so dearly. he wants you back.

draco did everything in his power to contact you somehow, whether magic or not

he sighed heavily before dialing the number.

936 .. 558 ... 140

draco didn't expect this number to work, this was your old phone number.

but it rang.

holy shit- it rang?! so it means, the number still works.

draco anxiously tapped his foot on the ground, hoping you'd answer and mentally preparing himself also.

“hello ? ”

. . . .

draco’s ears melted and the sound through the telephone. he hadn't heard your voice in 3 years.

draco prepared himself,mentally and physically.

“hey y/n, its me draco.. i just need to come clean now. uhm- im sorry for everything that ive done to you, i knew during the war that i shouldn't push you away and just opened up to you but i didn't and i hate and i mean, physically cant stand myself for it. i miss you so much, i really cant live without you. ever since the war everything has just been difficult for me everything wasn't going as planned. my parents set me up in a marriage with some girl, and forced me to get her pregnant. but trust me, she doesn't love me and i dont love her. i only love you, and only you. my heart belongs to you forever, every single minute i think about you and you alone. i know you probably think very low of me now, but please please . take me back, i cant stand that we arent together making a family like we used to planned I'd do anything for you,please just take me back .”

. . . .

silence.

silence was all you could reply with.

draco was really scared, and rather excited for your response. would you take him back?

what felt like enternity, before you replied.

“uhm, im sorry you dialed the wrong number.”

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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker -- 8

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

But not with the conventional. Instead, his soulmate is known for temper tantrums about pink lemonades that are too sour and scuffs on the toe of his Louboutin shoes. He’s materialistic, superficial, and cares way too much about his face.

So why can’t Tony stay away?

Read below or on AO3

As Always, this fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world: @cozysafechaotic and I couldn't be more thankful! A special shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their believing in this fic and helping me through writing it and nailing down these crazy kids into their lovely selves. Thanks so much, guys.

I apologize for the lack of posting!! It's my last four weeks of university!! :o

8-- Advice Comes From Strange Places

As soon as the door clicks shut, Tony’s mind is spiralling. "Fucking shit." He looks at the poster of Freddie Mercury, "What the hell was that? What did I just do? Did Peter fucking Parker come into my dorm and make out with me against the wall for..." He glances at the clock, "Forty-five minutes? Is it possible to hallucinate something that realistic while hungover?" He stares at the poster, hoping the rock god will reply with answers to the universe. "Fuck I'm not hungover, he's right. Which means... Peter fucking Parker came into my room and made out with me against the wall. Holy shit." He closes his eyes and the memories of the last hour replay in his head. One of his machines whirrs around, providing something for his brain to latch to as he thinks.

He lays back on his bed, hands running through his hair. "March 8th, I called Peter art. March 9th, Peter comes to my dorm and calls me out on my feelings." March 9th, Peter Parker kisses me for forty-five minutes against the wall." he rolls over and looks at the wall, "Now what?" When he meets Freddy's eye again, he glares, "You are no use, y’know that?" He smiles. He is well and truly fucked.

Peter glances back at Tony's seat for the sixth time. By this point, Bucky is raising his eyebrow and giving him a "Can I help you?" expression. He blushes, turns back to his textbook and continues highlighting his notes in pink highlighter. Tony never came to class at all. Gwen, Nat, and Pepper keep glancing at their friend, what happened in the last hour?

At the lunch table, Peter sips his pink berry smoothie, texting quickly. His manicured nails tap against the screen as he texts, they pause briefly and he sets his Starkphone down, the back of the crystal case glittering in the sun. "What was that about?" Loki asks, sitting their panini down in its container, "Is Harley giving you shit again?"

"No, no nothing like--" The phone chirps again, and without finishing the statement, Peter is absorbed in the phone once again.

"Surely you're not texting--" Loki pushes.

"No. It's just my aunt." As if to prove itself, the offender chirps four more times in succession. He continues typing, smoothie melting on the table. "My collection just arrived. She was asking how I wanted it delivered."

"Okay. I was just checking on you, you've been so secretive, Peter." Loki stands and hugs Peter, smiling softly, "I will come to see you later if you want to talk?"

"Yes," he whispers back, "Please do."

"Bye, guys! Love your faces, see you for dinner?"

"I have a date!" Gwen shouts, "But raincheck! I will tell you guys about him tomorrow at brunch!"

"Good luck, darling!" Peter cheers as he walks off the patio and to the sidewalk. He waves at his friends and heads to his dorm. He needs to think.

Tony's losing his ever-loving mind. Since Peter left, all he can seem to smell is Peter's cologne, and hear the echo of his gasps. He feels pathetic, trying desperately to wipe the feeling of Peter under his hands from his mind.

Bucky is going to have to kill his friend. It's going to happen and no one will find his body. He shakes his head, opening the door to their dorm hall to hear Tony blasting rock from his room. "T!! Open up, it's Bucky!!" He smiles, hearing Tony's music shut off as he opens the door.

"Hey." he smiles, allowing the brunette into the now messy room.'

"Tony, when I said put on clothes, I meant real clothes. Not a tank and jeans."

"I had on a shirt earlier. I took it off when I started soldering! I swear! It's literally on the chair!" Tony holds up the shirt, and smiles, "I was wearing a shirt!"

"Why didn't you show up for class earlier?"

"I was... Uh--"

"Don't you dare lie to me, Stark." Bucky only uses last names when he's serious, "I mean it."

"Okay... fuck. You can't tell the guys."

"Scout's honour. What's wrong?" He leans forward from his place on the bed and stares at Tony.

Tony takes a deep breath and the words start flowing, "Petercameoverandtoldmehelovedmeandthenwemadeoutandnowmylifeisfuckingruined, okay?"

"One more time, honey. I didn't get any of that."

Tony sighs deeper this time and tries again, "Peter came over and told me he loved me and then we made out and now my life is fucking ruined and I can never leave this room ever again."

"Okay, I need you to breathe before you panic worse than you already are." He breathes along with the scientist, smiling gently. "Did you try that thing your therapist taught you?" Tony nods and shows him the paper, "And did that help?" He shakes his head. "No. Okay, um... can you walk me through your thought process as to why you can't leave your room ever again?"

"Peter Parker. That's why. Weren't you listening?"

"I am. But why can't you leave anymore, and don't just say Peter again."

"Because if I see him again, I can't guarantee that I won't just jump the poor kid right then and there! You saw how I was at the party, I can't fucking do this anymore, Bucky. I can't just admire him from afar, I need him up close. I need him to be mine! I fucking love him, Bucky!" His heart is pounding as those words leave his mouth, "And I don't mean it in the "one and done" hookup way, I mean it in the "I want to wake up next to you and drink coffee and have mind-blowing sex on the counter way."

"Right. Remind me never to eat anything from your breakfast bar."

"This is serious! I never felt this for Bethany, Pepper, Joan, Kenneth, or any of the others."

"I'm impressed you remember the one night stands."

"Of course I do, Bucky, I'm not an oaf."

"I never said you were. But with the way this whole Peter thing is happening, I wonder if you have more than one brain cell. There is something there, and clearly, you two need to face it. Now, I have one question for you: Do I rent a hotel room for you or Do you want to suffer your whole life."

Tony sighs, "Can I sleep on that?"

"No. I need an answer now, you can't use your tricks on me." Tony sighs in defeat, flopping down on the bed next to Bucky.

"Fuck. Um... Not yet but I will address it. It's only fair to him." Tony rises, replacing his tank with the t-shirt and heading to the door, "I will talk to him, Bucky. It might not create a relationship but it would be nice to have some connection with him or something."

"I will be back tomorrow. Go." His phone rings, proving his statement. "Hey, Stevie, I'm on my way out of the building. Yes, he's fine. I will see you shortly. Love you too." He hangs up the phone and smiles at Tony, "I will see you later. Talk to him, T. Please."

"I will."

A soft knock at Peter's door startles him a few hours later. "Who is it?" He asks, slipping on his robe over his oversize t-shirt and shorts.

"It's Loki!" they reply, "Can I come in?"

"Just a second!" He pauses his movie and unlocks the door, allowing his friend into the room, and inviting them to sit on the white chaise in the corner. "Sorry, I was watching a film."

"It's alright. Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to make sure you were okay earlier. You said you needed to talk?"

"Yes." He sighs, the events of the last 24 hours pouring out into the lap of his best friend.

The black-haired fashion god sighs and squeezes Peter's knee, "You're gonna be okay. I know it's overwhelming. That's a lot to have happen to you in a 24-hour period. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know, Loki, but I need to see him again. I can't do this. If I see him again, I can't guarantee all of my feelings won't rush out into the space between us and ruin what we have built together. I don't think I can do this longing from a distance thing. I need to see him again, Lo. Can you help?"

"Let me see what I can do." They smile, hugging Peter, "I will make it work for you guys and protect your social status. I know you worry that it'll be social suicide for anyone to see you. I don't think that's true. We're in college, Peter. No one cares."

"I know but I just don't want people to ruin this. I want to have Tony but I don't want to ruin this magic that exists between us. It's a secret, like crossing enemy lines. I just want it to stay pure."

"That's fair. I mean, I understand that. I know when Tony's friend Steve and Bucky first started dating, everyone wanted to know all the details."

"They hooked up in a bedroom at a party," Peter says, disinterestedly.

"That's true. But everyone was asking Bucky what Steve did to make him scream so loud."

"Like it matters."

"That's fair. But in all seriousness, I will figure out how to arrange for you to see each other in private."

"Thank you, Loki."

"No problem, Peter. It's what friends are for." They hug Peter, before heading towards the door, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Loki. I really do owe you one."

Peter smiles, shutting the door and turning the lights off. His movie watches from the TV as he flops on the couch and picks up his phone. Why didn't he think to add Tony's number to his phone?

"I wonder..." Peter smiles and opens Instagram, hoping that typing the boy's name in will show his page. "Tony... Stark..." He presses search and a few moments later Tony's page appears in the results. He rolls his eyes at the bio 'Legacy is for losers' and scrolls through the different photos and snapshots from Tony's life. He clicks on one picture of Tony underneath a car and finds himself staring for longer than he'd like to admit. He sighs and shuts his movie off, crawling into bed.

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