Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!
Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!
I’m On My Knee
“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”
Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”
Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”
Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”
“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.
Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.
She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.
“On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.
Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.
Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.
“Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”
Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.
She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.
The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.
Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.
The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”
Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck. Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.
That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.
Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.
The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.
Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”
“No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.
“Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.
Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”
Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.
Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.
When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.
“Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.
As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”
She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.
As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.
Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.
He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.
It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.
Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.
Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.
Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”
As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.
At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.
His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”
you know what Really flips my pancakes?? what really bothers me on a spiritual level?? When people want to make porn of a character who canonically has No Genitals or Weird Genitals and just,,,,, slaps a dong on them!!!!! in art or fic just! I’ve seen too many skeletons and transforming car robots that inexplicably have dicks and im really disapppointed about it because if you Want Tp Fuck A Skeleton, or a car, or the crab from moana, or whatever it is you want to fuck, youre already way outside the realm of normality, ok, why not find some inventive way for them to get it on!! just throwing a wiener on it and calling it a day is not only a boring copout but frankly creatively bankrupt and i won’t stand for it anymore!!!
Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you.
“Morning.” Sam mumbled as he walked into the kitchen and saw you, Mary and Castiel there, you still cooking the pancakes and her setting everything else up for breakfast with Castiel’s help.
“Morning sweetie.” Mary smiled up at him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek before he turned to take a good look at you.
“Wow” he breathed out and you looked at him for a second before in the end giggling as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“What?” you asked, looking up at the older man as he blinked rapidly, staring at you almost awestruck. You glanced at his mother that was still there but luckily was not looking at the two of you.
“You just- I never thought you’d look this good in my clothes.” he said with an adorable dimpled smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
You laughed looking back at the food, after glancing down at yourself for a moment. You weren’t in the mood for trying really hard so along with the messy hair you had stolen one of Sam’s flannels that could work as a dress for you and wore it. It was a nice chance compared to you wearing always Dean’s shirts. There was something similar in this, both their clothes made you feel at peace, they had a certain scent to them that brought the same kind of comfort their hugs did but at the same time that scent was so different. And it reminded you instantly of whose clothes you were wearing.
“Thanks” you bit your lip, opting to look only at the pancakes as you felt your cheeks heat up. You had a soft spot for the younger Winchester, you couldn’t deny that, you were really close and had many things in common. He was sweet and kind, gentle and caring. You knew that when you needed to talk to someone he would always be there for you. You were like a little sister to him, as far as you knew at least, even if for you he meant a lot more than just family. But you weren’t going to do something to risk what you had, you’d much rather bottle up your feelings than ruin all of this.
Besides, he wasn’t the only one involved in all of this.
“But- if you want it back I could give it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask I just- it looked too comfy and I-” you started rambling, trying to find an excuse for yourself but he shook his head.
“No, no no!” he said a little too fast and you bit your lip at his reaction “By all means-” he breathed out “-You can keep it, it looks better on you anyway.” he said adorably and you grinned.
“Thank you Sammy.” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, making his smile even wider.
“So- what do you want with your pancakes, you didn’t tell me?” you asked and he paused in thought for a moment.
“Uhm I think I’ll go with some eggs today.” he paused in thought.
“Do you want me to make them?” you asked, ready to start on them already but he shook his head with a laugh.
“No you already do enough for us.” he pecked your forehead “I’ll do that myself.” he winked and started working on them next to you as you still laughed and chatted happily.
“You know I love taking care of you anyway.” you mumbled with a shy shrug and he smiled warmly.
“Yes, and I know it. But it’s not bad if you take a break once in a while and let us do all the work.” he said matter of factlyand you just shrugged “You know you deserve it.”
“Not as much as you guys do honestly I-” you shook your head, flipping another pancake.
“Dare you complete that sentence.” it was Dean’s stern voice but the moment you looked at him he had a small smile on. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight against both of them so you just shook your head.
Oh and he also happened to be the other person involved.
“Morning guys.” he greeted as he kissed Mary and came towards you, not missing a chance to wrap his arms around your waist.
A small squeak left your lips as he pressed his body against yours and you both chuckled in the end as he kissed the back of your head “Damn smells amazing.” he breathed out as he looked over at the pancakes.
“Thought you’d like them, and in case you are not really into pancakes today I made some cherry pie for you.” you smirked and he looked at you with a wide grin.
“Gosh” he breathed out with wide eyes that made him look like a little kid on Christmas day “Marry me!” he grinned and you laughed.
“You’d have to take me out first, Winchester!” you said as you heard him laugh as he squeezed you, burying his face in your hair.
“Anytime princess.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face before in the end he leaned down and kissed your neck.
You giggled as his morning scruff tickled you and you turned your head to peck his cheek, making him smile down at you. It felt so refreshing to see him like this. It has been such a long while since you saw Dean so carefree.
Of course you had gotten the chance to see him relax sometimes, when it was just the two of you and he’d let loose, but those moments were rare. It mostly was you holding him as you either sat in silence or he talked to you about a nightmare- or whatever was worrying him at the moment.
Your relationship with Dean was different from that of Sam. While with Sam you were all playful, most of the time, and acted all cute together: watching movies, reading books and talking about all kinds of nerdy stuff your relationship with Dean was more contact and less words. You’d spent many nights in each other’s rooms just holding each other, gazing into each other’s eyes like some love-sick couple – well you were love sick you couldn’t deny it at least to yourself – and only sometimes talking. Dean wasn’t really a man of words so when it came to just the two of you he talked about only the things that troubled him. But even the few words were enough for you to get a look into his world. Heck, the mere fact that he trusted you with his thoughts and feelings was enough to let you know how important you were to him.
Of course there were serious moments with Sam as well, he too trusted you with his worries as well, and as that there were funny moments with Dean. Both brothers were very similar but at the same time your relationship with each of them was completely different. Each one of them completed a side of you that in returned completed them as well.
“Hey you two-” Sam’s voice got Dean’s attention. You looked at him to, luckily, see he had a small smile on his face “You’re not alone alright?”
“Sadly” Dean added and you giggled as Sam shot him a bitch-face.
“Why don’t you prove yourself useful and and prepare some bacon huh?” Sam obviously found an excuse to get him away from you.
“Oooh yes, love me some bacon!” Dean said with a glint in his eyes and you chuckled at how childish he was being.
“But first-” he said cupping your face as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips much like Sam’s previously lingered a little longer than they should have. He looked down into your eyes, exactly like Sam had done, and offered you one last gentle smile before going back to playful him and started working on his bacon.
The three of you still talked and laughed as you had each Winchester on each side of you. Her sons’ laughter caught Mary’s attention and this time she took a real good look at the three of you. For a second she smiled fondly at how childlike you were all being, happy that her kids looked so carefree around you, but when realization downed on her hersmile faded away.
“Mary?” Castiel’s low voice caught her attention as she looked at the angel.
“Are you alright?” he asked with a small frown.
“Should I be Castiel?” she sighed sadly “I mean, how can I even be? At first I was happy about Dean but now- seeing this-Knowing that my one son’s happiness depends on the other’s grief- how can I be happy?”
“What- what do you mean?” Castiel frowned with a tilt of his head and she looked from the three of you to him.
“I thought seeing my sons fall in love would be something great. I just didn’t know it was going to be with the same girl.”
jin: small kisses were being trailed up your neck as jin’s hands caressed your body. slow hands slowly pushed the hem of your tshirt higher and higher and jin gripped onto your hips. “god i love your hips, baby,” he whispered into your ear, “you’re so pretty for me.” a blush crept up your neck as you shook your head, “jin no…” “shush, princess,” jin bit down onto the supple flesh over your hip bone, “don’t finish that thought, you’re gorgeous.” jin used his tongue and his fingers to make sure you knew just how gorgeous you were.
yoongi: yoongi’s sharp thrusts drew out loud moans from your throat as you tightened your arms around his neck. earlier that day, you had been insecure about your body, saying that your thighs were too fat along with your stomach, and yoongi was not standing for it. “you’re fucking gorgeous baby,” a hickey was placed on your neck, “say it.” he growled in a voice that you knew had no room for ‘no’. “i’m gor-,” the next thrust hit the most sensitive spot inside you, “i’m gorgeous,” you moaned. “that’s right, baby,” yoongi said, “my gorgeous babygirl.”
hoseok: “but hoseok,” your voice cracked as you protested his pleas, “this dress makes me look fat.” your face scrunched up in pain as tears flooded your eyes and one slipped down your cheek. “baby.. baby, no,” hoseok shook his head frantically as he came to stand behind you while you were looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. “you’re fucking beautiful,” his arms wrapped around the silk dress and your waist, “i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, baby,” he continued. soft hands pulled your arms away from covering your stomach, “i love you, all of you.”
“wow,” you said as you watched the pretty girl on the screen dance with her partner in the cheesy romcom, “she’s really pretty,” you said as you slowly curled in on yourself. “yeah,” namjoon agreed, “but you’re prettier~” he teased as he kissed your cheek and cuddled you closer to his body. “don’t be jealous of her, baby, you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous.” he nibbled on your ear as you giggled, “so pretty, amazing, caring, smart, and beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. “joonieee stoppp,” you laughed as his fingers began to tickle your sides. “see? even your laugh is beautiful, never doubt yourself, princess.”
jimin: the water splashed around your and jimin’s bodies and bubbles fluttered into the air as you squealed, “JIMIN!” jimin’s adorable laugh filled the air as he blew bubbles into your face. “this was supposed to be romantic, park jimin,” you huffed while trying not to laugh yourself. jimin reached forward and pulled your hips to have you sit on top of his thighs. “jimin, don’t, i’m heavy,” you whispered the end as you tried to scoot backward off of his legs. “you are not,” jimin grabbed hard onto your hips and tugged you back onto his lap, “heavy.” you giggled as he started to kiss up your neck, “jiminieee.” “i love you baby, don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect.”
taehyung: your hips swayed to the music as you flipped the pancakes that you were cooking for you and taehyung. turning around, you went to go get the orange juice from the fridge but instead you were met face to face with a grinning taehyung. “don’t let me stop you,” he winked suggestively as he began to sway to the music as well. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you remembered you were only in a pair of booty shorts and one of taehyung’s tshirts. “tae, you’re embarrassing me…” you covered your face with your hands. “hush none of that,” he pulled his hands away from your face, “you’re gorgeous,” he planted a kiss on your neck, “gives me something to grab onto yeah?” “KIM TAEHYUNG”
jungkook: sweat poured down your forehead and your back as you tried to keep up with jungkook while learning the dance moves to ‘dope’. you had wanted to dance with jungkook for a long time, to see him dance up close. “i almost have it,” you said as you pushed yourself harder, trying as hard as you could to get the move right. “babe it’s okay,” jungkook said as he walked up to you, taking your hand in his, “this is a hard dance, it took all of us hours to get it right.” you huffed, “i knew, i just want to live up to being the golden maknae’s girlfriend, and it’s kinda hard with all this,” you said gesturing to your body. jungkook growled, “don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, baby,” he said, “besides, watching you dance like that is really doing something to me,” he said as he ground his hips onto your backside, “let’s go home, yeah beautiful?”
I love that moment where person A and B are about to do something really dangerous and B is all “Remind me again why we’re doing this… and why did I agree to it??”
And A gives a little list of reasons that start with rather inconsequential things like “You like how I flip the pancakes” or “I still haven’t returned the books to the library and if I do this alone I’ll probably die and you’ll have to do it and you hate dealing with the library”
And B is like point… and then A, almost as an afterthought, adds “also you love me and you were the one who insisted on coming with, you ass”
The thing about the Gift, is that you never quite know what you are going to get, and what it’s going to cost.
It sometimes cost a lot, and early - for such little payback that it hardly seemed worth it. It sometimes cost nothing anyone could ever know - and changed a whole life. Sometimes it was a gift at birth, and sometimes a curse before death, but it always happened.
When Jack Zimmerman was born, his parents were beyond thrilled. He was a weird looking baby, but my god, they loved him more than they ever thought would be possible. That first night, at midnight, a light filled up the dark room and formed a fae shape, indistinct but instantly recognisable.
“I will take his first last breath.” The solid light said, before fading completely. Bob, who had his ability to grow a beard taken as payment for his ability to always land a solid punch, and Alicia (who lost all her memories before she was 4 so that her smile could light up a room) looked at each other and blinked.
Because what the hell did that mean?
When the light filled the hospital room where one Eric Richard Bittle lay sleeping, both his parents were wide awake and trembling. Susan lost her ability to read at 19, and Coach lost his own name three weeks after his 4th birthday, and both knew the sting of a ‘gift’ that never really lived up to the price they paid. Neither of them wanted their darling baby to suffer - to lose anything. They wanted to give him the world. Coach glared at the light while Susan hid her face in her hands.
“That’s my son and I swear to all that is good in this world if you hurt him, if you hurt my boy-” his voice broke at the end. He’d paid a high price for his gift, lost his name and gained only the ability to write with both hands. Susan had it worse - she remembered words, her love of books, the simple skill of reading labels or instructions - gone now… all for the knowledge of when it was best to pick the ripest fruit.
And god, he feared for his boy.
“I will take his joyous childhood.”
And Coach found out that it was impossible to punch a living light.
Sometimes you met people who had the same gift, or paid the same price. Shitty lost his name, just like Coach, and Bitty was pretty sure thats why he trusted the mustachioed man so much. His gift was never feeling cold. Ransom lost his birthmark and Holster lost his first love - and gained each other, a soul bond so strong that sometimes it was difficult for them to tell who was feeling what. Lardo swapped her appendix for the ability to see in the dark, Nursey lost his spatial awareness for his love of words and Dex lost his calm. Dex wasn’t quite sure what he got, which wasn’t all that uncommon because really… in a world where your sense of smell can be traded for the ability to flip a pancake… sometimes it just wasn’t easy to work out what your gift was.
Chowder lost his baby teeth for his joy of life, Johnson his ability to tell the time for some weird alternative universe only he could see.
Jack lost his first last breath on the bathroom floor of a nondescript hotel room for a second chance - Bitty lost his carefree childhood with every taunt and shove as he grew up.
Bitty figured that the price was okay. He could make the best pies anyone had ever tasted.
Sometimes Jack wondered if it was worth it.
And of course, sometimes… you got it wrong.
Bitty always knew his childhood was going to suck. His mamma and Coach did their level best to make sure that home was safe and secure, but it didn’t stop the nightmares at night, the fear of monsters under the bed or the sheer god-awful time at school. The only time he was ever at ease was in the kitchen, where his mamma taught him to bake using her own way of things, never needing to measure, never relying on a recipe she couldn’t read. So, Bitty, and his parents, always just assumed that he was going through hell as a kid, so he could bake.
Coach hated it. Coach hated a lot of things, but seeing his son scared and frightened one too many times had taken its toll on the man. They moved three weeks after the supply closet incident.
All for the sake of some stupid pies, his son suffered.
He never did eat a single one.
It wasn’t until Bitty got to Samwell that his actual gift turned up…
sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!!
clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor
first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”
shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression
that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math
and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,
the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math
i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand
but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math
but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms
he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic
but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”
and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”
and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS
it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean
sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing
because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big
one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them
and they were really good
even the coach complimented them
and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists
most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow
but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT
shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY
he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him
calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear
but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him
you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football
and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is
but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,
plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him
speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago
luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night
always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal
but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard
there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class
but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain
so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him
so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy
thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up
but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze
“what are you doing?”
they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was
but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten
and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??
but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -
and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???
and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”
and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”
and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm
but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man
and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”
and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid
but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest
and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm
and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,
and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”
and you’re like WELL THEN YOU WIN MY RA WOULD MURDER ME FOR HAVING A PET
and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’
and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”
and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”
and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you
but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”
shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here
and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”
and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”
and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone
like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie
(ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)
and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory
and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department
when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder
and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go
“the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”
and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,?????????
and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”
and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”
and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN
and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”
and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”
and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok
and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm
and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down
and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him
and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy
meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand
and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”
and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”
and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips
and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face
and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”
and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”
and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu
and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”
and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”
and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”
and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice
and shownu is like why are you asking them that
and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”
and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”
and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”
and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??
but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved
and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter
and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well
maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework
and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too
but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker
like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him
shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor
and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go
and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over
and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago
and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his
and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”
and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”
and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”
and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”
and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”
shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper
and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh
and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers
and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field
and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself
and you focus on putting up the flyers
but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”
and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too
and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow
and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,
and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it
but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot
and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”
and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i
and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up
and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red
and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”
but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,
but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person
and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently
and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “th–thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”
and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??
but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”
and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like
“,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”
and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?
and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”
and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear
and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD
but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”
and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,
but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-
but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”
and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice
and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time
and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE
and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own
and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you
and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again
jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down
and it’s a mess
but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item
mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser
and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team
and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”
and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home
do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom
and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled
and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him
and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”
and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine
but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair
that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm
that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok
and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party
and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss
and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready
and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”
and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose
and you guys even up with a mess
but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you
and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”
and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight
and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”
and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling
and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important
and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go
and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead
and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm
and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again
and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is
and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”
and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles
even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”
except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”
shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”
and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”
and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god
studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush
the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth
(literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you)
Pairing: Peter X Reader Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking A/N: I am still in awe over all the love I’ve been getting on my imagines, thank you guys so much for reading them and giving me feedback! I wanted to remind you guys that I do not have a tags list, but I do have a posting schedule and masterlist.
“Sorry babe, I have a girlfriend,” Peter slurred against you, his entire body weight leaning for support on your smaller frame.
“Peter, you don’t have a girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes, helping him up the steps to your apartment.
You had never seen your best friend drunk before, much less in such an intoxicated state that he couldn’t even go up the stairs on his own. Your parents were out of town for the weekend and you were afraid of Peter getting in major trouble with his Aunt, so you made up a cute story about how Peter fell asleep on the way home from the party and you decided to just stay at your place and have a sleepover. May loved you and ate the story up, much to your relief and slight guilt.
So here you were now, dragging up an incredibly delirious and quite heavy boy to your apartment, where he could pass out on your couch and wake up with a hangover and not worry about Aunt May finding out at all.
“Yeah I do,” he protested, his words getting jumbled as you two reached the top, “She just doesn’t know we’re dating yet. I loooovveeee herrrrr!”
A/N: I do not speak Spanish. So if there are any mistakes it´s Google´s fault
The sun was
shining right into your sleeping face, waking you up slightly. Today was Sunday
and you were sleeping over at your boyfriend´s house. Jeff´s arm was lying
loosely over your waist, holding you close to his chest. You turned around,
snuggling into him and inhaled his scent. Your arm sneaked around his torso,
while he pulled you closer. Jeff began to draw small patters on your hip and you
began to slip into another peaceful sleep. His parents were away for the
weekend, visiting friends and he asked you to stay with him to use the rare
possibility. It´s not like his parents didn’t trust you, but they would make
sure nothing to intimate would happen between the two of you.
You began to wake up again, when you felt feather kisses being plastered on
your shoulder and neck. Your eyes flattered open and you were greeted by the
smiling face of your boyfriend. He looked at you so lovingly that you shoot him
a small smile before burying your face in his neck. “Good morning, precioso mío.” He whispered into your hair and you could
hear the smile in his voice. You placed a small kiss on his skin, so he knew
you were awake. “Morning, papi
chulo.” He groaned at
the nickname you had given him. “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He
whispered, running his fingertips over your side, knowing you´re ticklish. “No
please don’t tickle me.” You squirmed under his touch, chuckling. He move to
get up but you tighten your grasp around him. “Come on baby, we should get up.”
He chuckled, while you plastered kisses on his neck going to his collarbone.
“You really have a problem with getting up.” He whispered before placing a kiss
on your lips. “I don’t have a problem with getting up; I just prefer staying in
bed.” You retorted against his lips and felt his chest vibrate with laughter.
“Babe you are cute when you´re sleepy, but we really should get up.” He said,
after a while of comfortable silence. “Pero eres demasiado mimoso. (But you´re too cuddly.)”
You whispered, before placing a small kiss on his lips. “Usted es mimoso también. (You´re cuddly too.)” He answered, hovering
over you. Your hands were resting on his triceps. His face was only inches away
from yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. He leaned in to
close the gap between you two but stopped right before your lips. “Wait, did
you just speak Spanish?” He asked confused and a grin made his way onto your
lips. “And what if I did?” You teased, running your fingernails lightly down
his arm. “You can speak Spanish?” He asked with a small smile on his lips,
while you just nodded as an answer. “So you understood every word I ever said
to you in Spanish?” You nodded again, his eyes widening and he rolled of off
you. You sat up looking at Jeff, you chuckled at his expression. “This is so embarrassing.”
He mumbled and you laugh out loud. “I thought it was cute when you thought I
couldn´t understand a word. You looked so proud. “You moved yourself so you
were sitting on his lap, leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. “But I
told you so many cheesy things and I only told them because I thought you didn’t
understand them.” He
whispered against you lips. “Vamos bebé, me encanta cuando hablas español. (Come on baby, I love
it when you speak Spanish.)” You mumbled, kissing him again. “But when did you learn Spanish?” He
asked, after breaking away from you. You sat up again, still on his lap. “That
one summer, two years ago, was really boring.” You answered smiling when his
hands ran up and down your bare thighs. “You were bored so you learned
Spanish?” He smiled up at you and you gazed your finger over his bare chest,
biting your bottom lip. “You are something else, Y/N.” he sat up leaning his
upper body against the headboard. “¿Puedo besarte? (Can I kiss you?)” He asked and you leaned in placing a sweet kiss on his lips. It fast
turned into a heated kiss, his left hand grapping your ass pulling you even
closer and his other hand going your neck. Your hands were roaming over his
chest, making their way to his neck. “We should really get up now, before my
parents come home.” He whispered against your lips, but he flipped you over
kissing your collarbone. “Entonces
bájate de mí. (Then get off me.)” You teased and he
chuckled against your skin. He sat up at the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands
over his face. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, kissing
his shoulder blade. “Podría
acostumbrarme a esto. (I could get used to this.)” He
whispered running his fingertips over your arms that were wrapped around him. “What
do you mean?” you whispered against his skin, leaving small kiss between his
shoulder blades. “Waking up next to you, you wearing my shirts to bed, cuddling
in the morning, kissing you to wake you up. That´s what I want for us for the
future.” He explained, turning around to kiss your forehead. “Eres mi futuro, bebé. (You´re my future, baby.)” You said making him smile brightly. “I
mean it, bebé.” He said, getting up and pulled
his sweatpants on. “Yeah me too.” You got up searching for your shorts. You
pull your shorts on turning back around to face Jeff. “Do you think we are
gonna get married someday?” You asked pulling him into a hug. “¿Quieres casarte conmigo algún día? (Will you marry me one day?)” He retorted pulling a bit way to grin down at
you. “Aren´t you suppose to kneel down and put a ring on my finger?” You teased
and he rolled his eyes. “Te
amo, mi amor. (I love you, my love.)” He mumbled
kissing your lips softly. “Yo
también Te amo, bebé. (I love you too, baby.)” You whispered
back, burying your head into his neck. “When we´re married and have children we
are gonna raise them with two languages, like my parents did. English and
Spanish.” He pulled you closer into him, if that was even possible. “You want
to have children with me?” you asked smiling into his neck. He hummed
approvingly and run his hands up and down your back. “Of course Y/N, eres el único para mi. (You are the only one for me.)” he whispered, kissing your neck.
“God Jeff, you are so cheesy.” You chuckled and suppressed a moan when he
nibbled at your sweet spot. “Tú eres el único para mí también. (You are the only one for me
too.)” He smirked against your neck, biting your skin gently. “Now you are
the cheesy one. Pero te
quiero por ello. (But I love you for it.)” He said smiling
down at you. “I love you too, but now I´m hungry.” You said grapping his hand
and pulled him out of his room, down the stairs. “I will follow you.” He said
and you smiled at his words.
and he looked at you playfully offended. “You don´t believe me that I can flip
pancakes?” he teased and you laugh, shaking your head no. “Ok then watch me, precioso mío.” Jeff moved wiggled his eyebrows and grabbed
the pan. He tried to flip the pancake but it landed next to the stove. You
laughed harder when he frowned at the pancake lying next to him. He turned
around to look at you disappointed and you laughed even harder. “I swear I can
flip pancakes. You can ask my mum.” He pouted at you and you smiled at him. “Oh
baby, I believe you.” You said and kissed him. “Step aside, anciano, and let me try it.” You added, pushing him away from the stove. He
looked at you and snorted at you. “Who do you call old man? When I´m an old man
then you´re my old lady.” He countered and you smiled at the pancake in the
pan. “Ok here goes nothing.” You whispered to yourself, before flipping the
pancake and it landed in the pan. “You speak Spanish and you can flip pancakes,
now I need to marry you.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist from
behind, placing kisses on the back of your neck. “Don’t make promises you can´t
keep.” You mumbled, flipping another pancake. “Believe me, we will be married
and we will have a house and at least two children and a dog.” He mumbled
against your neck and you felt your smile grow. “At least two children, huh?”
You turned off the stove and turned around in your boyfriends arms, with a big
smile on your lips. “At least two, please.” He grinned at you, his one hand
going from your waist to your ass, squeezing it slightly. “And until then we
can practice.” He added, your arms were around his neck, while he squeezed your
ass again before pulling you into another kiss. “But please not in my kitchen.”
Jeff and you pulled away instantly and saw his parents standing in the doorway,
suitcases in their hands. “Hey mum, dad. I thought you wouldn´t be back until
this afternoon?” asked Jeff with an uncomfortable smile, his one arm still
wrapped around your waist. “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Atkins.” You mumbled shooting
them a small, but embarrassed smile. “Hello Y/N.” Mr. Atkins greeted you with a
smile, while Mrs. Atkins looked at Jeff. “Well it got boring so we left a few
hours earlier.” She answered Jeff´s question, who just nodded. “So Y/N, did you
sleep here?” asked Mrs. Atkins with a small smile. “Oh, yeah we, uhm we were
watching some movies and I fell asleep.” You lied; the activities from last
night didn’t included watching movies. “Sure, wouldn´t be the first time.” Mrs.
Atkins chuckled and you nodded smiling. “We just wanted to eat some breakfast.”
Said Jeff with a smile towards his parents. He turned around, got two plates
out of the cupboard and filled them with the pancakes you two just made.
After breakfast you and Jeff washed the dishes
joking around, while his parents sat at the kitchen table talking about their
weekend. “Deténgase, por
favor. (Stop please)” You said pretending to
mad, but laughed when he smeared soap on your nose. “Nunca, te ves lindo cuando finges estar enojado. (Never, you look cute when you pretend to be angry)” he said before
kissing your cheek. You wiped the soap off of your nose, turning your attention
back to the pan in your hand. You handed Jeff the pan and he put his into its
place. “Y/N, podrías traerme
una botella de agua, por favor? (Y/N, could you bring me a bottle of water, please?)” asked Mrs. Atkins
and you went to the fridge, bringing her a bottle. “Gracias.” She sends you a smile and you returned it, before walking back to
Jeff who stood amazed in the kitchen. “Mum, you did know that she speaks Spanish?”
Jeff asked his mother, who just nodded smiling. “You too, dad?” he added and
his father nodded as well. “But how?” This time he looked at you. “I told your
mum a while ago.” You answered with a shrug. “You told them before me?” He
asked offended and you laughed, caressing his cheek in a loving manner. “Sorry
honey, it just came up and you were just too sweet thinking I couldn’t
understand a word.” Answered smiling, placing a small kiss on his cheek.
“Unbelievable.” He muttered with a frown on his forehead and a pout on his
lips. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rubbed his back, resting your
forehead against his chest. “Lo siento y Te amo.
(I´m sorry and I love you.)” You whispered and you smiled when he placed a kiss
to your head and wrapped his arms around you. “It´s okay, it´s sexy when you
speak Spanish. You should definitely do it more often.” You breathe out a laugh
and looked at him, adoring his features. “Only when I´m with you.” You mumbled,
placing a small kiss on his jawline. “I hoped you would say that.” He mumbled
before bringing his lips to yours. He broke away just moments later, taking
your hand in his. He told his parents that you two would go to his room.
Halfway toward the stairs he began to speak again. “Wait, that family dinner
when my grandmother told me to marry you and I said I will definitely do it,
you understood that too?” you mumbled a yes with a big smile on your lips.
“That was a private conservation.” He said, his tone serious but you knew he
was smiling. “It´s not private when I stand right next to you, dummy.” You
laughed and began to climb up the stair. “Smartass.” He mumbled under his
breath but you still heard it and snorted as a response. “And great ass.” He added
and gave your ass a slight slap, which caused you to yelp and run up the
stairs, him following close behind you. Let´s just say: He really loved it when
you speak Spanish.
A/N I haven’t posted anything in awhile and I had this as an idea. I hope you lovelies enjoy.
Warnings: Fluff, cursing probably
I pulled my suitcase across the wet pavement with one hand and kept a hold of the letter inside my jacket with the other. Holding onto it instead of putting it inside my suitcase made me feel safer. I stood in front of the large house. How have I not been attacked by their security yet? I knocked on the door and there was no answer. Instead it swung open and I stepped inside.
“Hello can I help you?”
“Mr.Fury…. oh my gosh its such an honor to meet you. Oh sorry I’m here to see Mr.Stark.”
“How did you get in? The door was locked. Why do you need to see Mr.Stark?”
“The…. it opened by itself. I have a letter for him from my mom. She sent me here and told me to give it directly to him.”
“And who are you?”
“Y/n, y/n l/n”
“Can I see the letter?” He asked reaching for it.
“My mom said to hand it directly to Mr.Stark.”
“Is it something dangerous?”
“I don’t think so? I hope not….. She just told me it was a letter. Her last instructions to me was to give this directly to Mr.Stark.”
“Is she still alive?”
“I don’t know. She left a note on the fridge and told me she left this note for him and to take my stuff here and if I couldn’t stay here to go find one of my friends.She wasn’t in the house anymore and I haven’t been able to get into contact with her.”
“Do you know what the letter says?”
“Why don’t we open the letter together so we know that there isn’t anything dangerous in it first. Not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t, and you also don’t know what is in the letter. We both can read it and then you can give it to Mr.Stark.”
I opened the letter and Fury stood over my shoulder.
Dear Tony Stark,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. If you are receiving this it means that I have left and probably will not come back, whether it is because I’m dead or can not come back. After one of your parties we shared together, the night I left was because I discovered I was pregnant. My daughter, our daughter Y/n will be the one giving this letter to you. I would prefer you don’t tell her who you are to her, but I won’t be there to stop you. Please take care of her. She is a good kid and smart like her father.
“Oh my God….” I said under my breath.
“Well I’ll get him down here.” Fury said and I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Tony Stark was my father. There was a picture with the letter of him and my mom. They both looked young and happy.
“Y/n this is Tony Stark.” I handed him the letter and I slowly got feeling back into my body.
Tony sat down holding the letter carefully in his hands. Silence filled the room.
“I erm…. she never told me. I’m sorry for springing this up on you . I didn’t know til a few minutes ago.” I told him.
“Do you know which friend would be able to take you in?” Fury asked me.
“ I have a few that I can call.” I told him pulling out my phone.
“What no. She’s my child I’ll take her in.” Tony said jumping up and grabbing my phone from me.
“You don’t even know if this woman was actually telling the truth. Even if she was you really want to take a child into your kind of life?” Fury asked.
“You’re saying you don’t see the resemblance of me in her? And no I’m not making her an Avenger and she needs a home anyway.”
“She’s going to get hurt sooner or later.”
“Kid do you wanna stay here? I promise no one is going to hurt or bother you while I’m here.” Tony said looking at me.
Pepper walked into the room. “Who is that?”
“Someone whose mother claims to be Stark’s daughter.” Fury answered crossing his arms obviously wanting to get rid of me fast.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Stark said and all of a sudden a cotton swab went into my mouth and Mr.Stark’s.
“Paternal test complete. Mr.Stark you are the father.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.
“Ok so you are her father. Doesn’t mean you should keep her. We can send her to a safe location where she can continue school.” Fury said leading me away and to the door.
“I already finished high school.” I told him.
“ Aren’t you like 14 kid?”
“And are you in college?” Fury raised an eyebrow to me.
“Online yea. I was planning on working for S.H.I.E.L.D. one day.” I told him.
“See she should stay here and learn all she can. She’s my daughter Fury. I never knew about her. Let me take her in now.”
Fury sighed. “And who is gonna take care of her when you go on a mission?”
“ I will.” Pepper said.
“You’ll take care of her?” Fury asked skeptically.
“Yea, she’s 16. Smart, was the top of her class, no criminal record, i doubt she’ll be any trouble.” I felt my heart swell. They wanted me. They could toss me to my friends and get on with their lives, but they wanted to keep me. I hugged Pepper without thinking. She hugged me back.
“Here lemme get your stuff kiddo.” Mr.Stark said and dragged my stuff.
I stared at the ceiling in the room they had given me. This bed was the softest bed I have ever laid on, but I still couldn’t sleep so I got up and walked to the main room.
“Hello.” I jumped into a defensive position at the voice.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Bruce.”
“Y/n. What are you doing up at this hour? Its like 3 in the morning.”
“Working on a project with your dad.What are you doing? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”
“Nope. I graduated already. Where are you guys working at?”
“Downstairs, but I don’t think it would be wise for you to….. ok.” He said as I walked down the stair case with him following. I opened the door and saw Tony working on his suit.
“Y/n why are you up? You’re a teenage you’re suppose to be in bed.”
“I couldn’t sleep. What are you working on?”
“ My suit. I’m putting in some upgrades.”
“Need help with anything?”
“Nope I got Bruce.”
“Really because it looks like your hand is stuck between the gears.” I told him looking at the leg of the ironman suit.
“I’m not stuck….”
Bruce held back a smile.
“Oh yea proof it.” I said crossing my arms and waited for him to pull out his hand.
“I don’t need to proof anything I’m working I have to keep my hand in here because I’m working.”
“Then amuse me by removing your hand from it.”
He tried to pull his hand from the gears. He stood up and put his foot against the leg and pulled ending up with him crashing into a million things “Well shit.”
“ You were saying?” I asked and helped him pull his hand from out of the gears and picked up some of the mess.
“ Thank you. Now I think you should go to bed.”
“Wait her hands are small enough and she’s more competent then some of your tools. You should let her help.”
“ Ok ok you can help with this one thing then back off to bed.” Tony told me.
“Mkay what do you need me to do?”
“Put your hand in here and turn the knob all the way at that back.” He said handing me the leg.
I reached within the leg and felt the knob. I screamed a little bit to scare him and ended up laughing. “ I’m sorry. You were just acting so tense. There I did it.” I said laughing.
“NOt funny y/n.”
“It was a little bit.” I told him. “If I did get hurt trust me it would be louder than that and there would be curse words stringing from my mouth.”
“Haha now go to bed kiddo. You need your sleep.”
“Alright. Good night.” I said walking back upstairs. I still didn’t feel to tired so I decided to make some tea for both me and them.
“What are you doing still up?” Pepper asked coming into the kitchen.
“I couldn’t sleep so I went to see what Tony and Bruce were doing, helped a little bit, then came back up. Now I’m making tea. Do you want some? I was making them some as well.”
“Yes. Sugar and honey please.” she said yawning and leaning against the counter.
I handed her a cup and then took two mugs downstairs. I set them away from the equipment and Bruce saw giving a quiet thank you before drinking his. I headed back upstairs.
“This is good.” Pepper said sipping her tea.
“Thank you.” I said drinking my own. “So why are you up?”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you were up and I wanted to make sure you were ok.”
“Y/n why did you hug me when I said you could stay? Did you expect us to kick you out?” Pepper asked and I sat on the counter opposite of her.
“I don’t know what I expected. I definitely not that no. I figured Tony had enough on his plate. And honestly you could’ve easily told me to go live with my friends.”
“That would’ve been what Fury wanted to do, but Tony and I are a little more open minded.”
“Why did you have F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell you when I got out of bed?”
“I didn’t know how you would take to living here.”
“Yea no this place is great. There is lots of room and is nice.”
“It is. I think you’ll really like living here.”
“I think so too. “
Pepper and I talked till the sunrise and Tony and Bruce came upstairs.
“I’m getting hungry. Do you want some pancakes?” I asked Pepper.
“No its ok y/n you don’t have to cook.”
“Honestly I’m ok with cooking. I promise I’m not a bad cook.” I told her as Tony and Bruce slumped on the other chairs.
“Did you guys finish whatever it was you were working on?” Pepper asked as I got started on the pancakes.
“Yea and the Avengers are probably going to be up in about half an hour so I need coffee.” Tony said getting up tiredly.
“Pepper do you want anything in your pancakes? Chocolate chips, bananas, blueberries, anything? And you’re not allergic to vanilla or cinnamon right?”
“No and chocolate chips are fine.” She said.
“Do you guys want pancakes?” I asked Tony and Bruce.
“That sounds better than a granola bar. Yes please. Blueberries please.” Bruce said rubbing his eyes of sleep.
“Tony?” I asked flipping Pepper’s pancakes and mixing Bruce’s batter.
Tony looked at the batter as if he was deciding.
“Yea. And thank you for the tea you made this morning.” He said then sat at the island with the other two. I put Pepper’s pancakes on a plate and put Bruce’s pancakes in the pan before giving them to her.
“I don’t know what kind of syrup you like or what toppings you want soooo.” I proceeded to put all the toppings and syrups I found on the island. She put syrup on her pancakes and proceeded to bite into them as Tony and Bruce drank their coffee slowly. I turned and flipped Bruce’s pancakes and started on Tony’s batter. A few minutes later Bruce’s pancakes were done. “Y/n I don’t know what you did, but these are the best pancakes I’ve had.” Pepper said. I smiled and flipped Tony’s pancakes.
“Hey kid. How’d you like to go to meet the Avengers?” He asked as I slid the pancakes in front of him. He put strawberries and chocolate chips on his.
“I would love it. “ I said making my own pancakes.
“Well the first one will probably be up in 5 minutes.”
“Should I make them breakfast too?” I asked.
“They have to ask nicely.” Tony said digging into his pancakes.
“Who is the first to wake up?”
“Steve should be in here in about 5…4…3…2…”
“Morning guys. Who is that?” Steve asked walking over to the island.
“My daughter.” Tony said.
Steve looked at me and back at him.
“Since 16 years ago.”
“ Andddd she just now shows up?”
“I just came yesterday. Pancakes?” I asked him
“No thank you. I just need to get some coffee.” He said going to the coffee pot.
I dug into my pancakes. About an hour later the next few Avengers woke up.
“That’s Rhodey, he’s like a brother to me,there is Wanda, that’s Natasha and Clint and that’s Sam and the one yielding the big hammer is Thor.”
“Why does it smell sweet in here?” Natasha asked.
“I made pancakes earlier. If you guys want I can make you guys some. I didn’t know if you would want any and if you did I didn’t know what you would want?”
“Who are you?”
“Avengers this is my daughter and she makes amazing pancakes.” Tony said wrapping his arm around me.
They all kind of just stood there.
“Sup lil Stark. I’ll take you up on your offer of pancakes. Hopefully you cook better than your father does.” Rhodey said smiling and sitting at the island.
“One time Rhodey. One time I set the oven on fire.”
Everyone else agreed to have pancakes and Natasha watched me as I made them. After breakfast they all scattered so they could train. I got ready for the day and about two hours of doing my online college I got bored and decided to wander around and watch them train.
I stumbled across Wanda and Clint training first. I sat off on the side lines and watched in amazement. It was very cool to watch.
The door swung open after an hour and a half and a frantic teenage boy ran in.
“Sorry I’m late for training. There was a mugger and a crazy cat lady….”
“Think fast Parker.” Clint shot an arrow at him
“Whoa.” He caught it.
“Take a break Wanda. I’ll take on Parker.” Clint said and Wanda came and sat next to me.
“Who is that?” I asked
“That’s Peter. He’s Spiderman.”
“Yea. He’s around your age.”
“That’s amazing he can do all of that.” I said motioning to his flips and swinging.
“You think he’s cute.”
“SHHHHH Wanda jeez.” I said playfully smacking her. “And he’s not bad looking…” I said quieter making her laugh.
“You should talk to him after.”
“I’m sorry who me?”
“What do I even talk about?”
“ I don’t know ask him what school he goes to or if he wants to see a movie.”
“Wanda your turn.” Clint said coming to switch spots with Wanda.
“He like’s Star Wars. In case you were wondering” Clint said taking a drink from his water bottle.
“Why do you think I was wondering?”
“Because I have a daughter and I know the look.”
“You have a family?”
“I do. But its on the down low so shhhh.”
“ I think that’s nice you have a family. You have something to go home to. “
“Yea. But anyways just talk about anything geeky with him. Star Wars, atomic particles anything really.”
“Lucky I grew up with and love Star Wars.” I smiled
“PARKER WE HAVE A STAR WARS NERD YOU CAN TALK TO!” Clint yelled.
“Clint!” I whispered yelled.
“Wha?!” Wanda knocked him off his web and he hit the floor with a thud.
“Clint look what you did.” I told him.
“I didn’t do it Wanda did it. He should be able to multitask.” I went to help him up.
“Who are you?” He asked getting back to his feet.
“The Star Wars geek Clint yelled about.” I told him blushing.
Having tea with Pepper in the mornings had become a routine as the month progressed
“So do you have a thing for Peter?” Pepper asked with a small smile on her face.
“What? Why would you say that?” I asked smiling.
“Because you cling around him more than anyone else.”
“He is the only one around my age. And hey I hang out with you and Wanda alot.”
“Mmmmmmmhmmmmm. You can tell me if you do you know. I’m not going to tell him.” She said not believing my story.
“I meannnnnnnnnnnnn……. Maybe a little.”
She started laughing “I knew it. So are you going to do anything about it?”
“I mean what can I do about it? He’s busy being a superhero.”
“You could always enroll at his school.”
“ Back to highschool? I barely survived the first time. And I would be behind in work since its almost 2nd semester.”
“Why don’t you go with Happy and go check out the school. Happy is picking up Peter today anyway.”
“I guess checking it out couldn’t hurt.”
“Good now go Happy is waiting for you.”
Happy drove up to the school and wandered around the school with me.
“Excuse me can I help you?” One of the teachers stopped to ask.
“Huh, oh I was just looking around to see if I wanted to come to this highschool.”
“Oh would you like a small tour?”
“I… sure…” I told her. She took us outside so we could go to a different part of the building. There was a big group of students huddling around in a circle and screaming.
“What the…” The teacher asked. Happy put a hand on my shoulder to keep me from going into the circle. The teacher tried to barge her way through the circle, but was pushed out. “COME ON GET UP PENIS PARKER!”
I quickly slid out of Happy’s grip and into the crowd. I elbowed people and slid through the nooks and crannies. I finally got to the front and saw Peter on the ground.
“Look Flash I’m not in the mood. I have places to be.” Peter said starting to pick his stuff up.
“Where do you have to be? Back to your “Stark internship”? Have you even met Mr.Stark?” Flash kicked Peter.
“HEY!” I yelled walking to the middle of the circle.
“Who are you?” Flash asked.
“The question is more like who the fuck do you think you are?” I said getting in his face.
“Awww look Penis Parker has a dorky little friend.” I socked him in the jaw sending him to the ground.
“How about the next time you use what little brain power you have before you pick on someone.” I told Flash and helped Peter up. He held his side and I picked up a few of his books
“Bitch.” Flash said from the ground spitting out blood.
“Next time I won’t be so nice.” I told him and pushed our way out of the crowd and back to Happy.
“Are you ok?” I asked Peter as we got into the car.
“Yea i’m ok.”
“Why didn’t you fight back?”
“I don’t want to blow my cover.” Peter told me.
“Well you don’t have to completely kick his ass. Just get a good hit in.” I told him.
“Yea thanks for that by the way. You got him good.”
We talked and kept trying to get Happy to laugh the entire ride back to the tower.
“Yea no I’m going to highschool.” I told Pepper when I got home.
“That good huh?”
“That bad.” I showed her my now bruised knuckles.
“What happened?” She said walking over to me.
“It was awesome she hit Flash and he went down like a rock.” Peter said.
“Who is Flash?”
“No one important. I’m okay Pepper. Really. Honestly I’ve had worse.” I told her.
“What? When???” She asked
“When I was not living here.” I told her.
“Well here is some ice. I don’t want to see something like this happen again young lady.” I grinned.
“Maybeeeee..” I told her and she hugged me kissing my forehead.
Today was a day off from school and Pepper was at a meeting and Tony was downstairs working and I was by myself in the main room.
I sat at the piano and waited for Pepper to come back from her meeting. I pressed a few keys and made sure no one was watching before I started playing it.
“You can play piano? Who taught you?” Tony asked standing behind me and I jumped a little because I didn’t realize he had walked into the room.
“I taught myself.”
“Was there anything you didn’t teach yourself?”
“My abc’s, how to read, how to tie my shoes and all that good stuff.” His face dropped.
“I’m sorry. You must’ve thought I was a shit dad for not being there. I didn’t know. She never contacted me. I would’ve….”
“Don’t beat yourself over it. She didn’t take care of me much either. Don’t get me wrong I do love her, she has always been the partying type and knowledge has been my survival skill. And if its any consolation you and Pepper are already above her on my list. You actually show an interest.” He pulled me into an unexpected hug.
“I don’t do this very often, but Pepper told me you were a hugger.” I hugged him back.
“You don’t have to hug me if you don’t want to you know.” I told him.
“I want to hug my daughter.” He said.
“Y/n I’m back…. oh.. Hey Tony did you finish up on the project down stairs?”
“I did. Why don’t we go out to eat tonight?”
“Y/n was going to make cookies for desert.”
“Sup lil Stark.”
“I made cookies you want some?”
“How are the legs feeling?”
“They feel like they did before the crash.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to hear you’re not in pain.”
“These are …….so good.” he said shoving more into his mouth.
“ I smell cookies where are they at? Did y/n make them???” Sam said walking into the kitchen. Rhodey took the plate and started to walk away with it.
“None for you bird brain.”
“Im going to have to make another batch for tonight huh?” I asked Sam and he nodded.
After dinner that night I got a felt a wave of something hit me. I missed my mom. I stole the picture that was in the envelope with the letter and headed to one of the training rooms. I sat and just stared at it trying to focus on all the details.
“Lady y/n is everything ok?” Thor asked sitting next to me. I hid the picture
“I…. it’s nothing.”
“Is it about your mother?”
“Yea…… I jjust want to know if she is alive or if she isn’t and what happened.”
“Y/n….. I knew your mother.”
“I don’t know if she ever told you, but she is or was Asgardian like me.”
I sat there silent for a few moments. Asgardian. That would mean that I’m half Asgardian.
“Does Tony know?”
“I don’t think he does.”
“Do you think he’ll still want me if he finds out?”
“Why would you think that Lady Y/n? Your father loves you very dearly.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I get scared that they might wanna give me up.”
He hugged me. “They would be crazy to do so.”
“So does this mean I can lift Mjolnir.”
“If you are worthy yes.”
“I don’t want the answer to that question just yet. Do all Asgardians have super abilities?”
“Everyone of us has something special. In theory you should have abilities since you are half Asgardian. Have you shown any abilities that you excel in or been in any danger? Dangerous situations usually trigger dormant powers in those who are half Asgardian.”
“No. Soooo if I’m in a dangerous situation they might show?”
“Like a lightening strike?”
“Pleaseeee Thor? Just like a small one?”
Thor stood up and so did I. There was a bright light and I collapsed to the floor. My limbs felt heavy.
“WHAT WAS THAT THOR I SAID NO LIGHTENING IN THE HOUSE!!!” I heard the door open.
“Hey….” I said looking at Tony trying to prop myself up against the wall.
“Thor…. you better have a good ass explanation to why my daughter is on the floor and there are scorch marks on her.”
“She is half Asgardian and….”
“I DON’T CARE IF SHE IS HALF ASGARDIAN YOU DON’T SEND LIGHTENING THOUGH MY DAUGHTER!” Tony yelled.
I felt my body being lifted and put on the couch, but I couldn’t really tell who it was because my vision was going blurry. What looked like Pepper’s face came into view.
“How are you feeling y/n?”
“Heavy…. Make sure dad doesn’t kill Thor.”
Tony’s face came into view.
“Dad don’t kill Thor. I asked him to.”
“Why?” he sighed. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I’m ok I just want to sleep.”
lol sorry not sorry for making it this long. There were also a lot of time skips.
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