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Paths


I just finished one test. So I’m rewarding myself with something short and sweet. Another Hanzo thingy.

The first one is here. (My first interpretation of this interaction)

Something that’s been jiggling around in my brain for about a week or two.

This is Doomzo and Mchanzo. So fair warning. 

{Warnings: Sexual content mentioned(Nothing explicit), voyeurism(Mentioned)}


Hanzo has always been attracted to powerful men. Not a shock, considering he’s spent his entire life under the control of powerful men.

So when Akande Ogundimu stepped through into his family’s compound, a low bow at his father’s side, Hanzo knew. He knew in the way Akande watched him as they toured the main grounds, those strong arms tucked at his lower back, hands clasped. Hanzo could hear their fathers speaking quietly and he knew that an alliance would be struck between their families.

He was not aware that a marriage would be required.

He was also not adverse to it.

Akande was a generous lover, a strong presence at Hanzo’s side. He had an analytical mind that could rival Hanzo’s own. His tactical genius assisted Hanzo when his father deemed them worthy of assigning raids.

Akande visited frequently. Hanzo never visited him. Sojiro would never allow his only competent heir to leave the fortress of their home.

Hanzo was bitter, angry. He watched Genji flit around Hanamura with clouded eyes.

“Jealously is a double edged sword, Hanzo.” Akande’s fingers tip his chin up from where they lay in Hanzo’s room. The tatami doors are open and the cool wind strays across sweating flesh. Hanzo’s hair spills out across Akande’s chest, his hair tie was long gone and ripped away.

“I am not jealous.” He mutters.

Akande regards him quietly, hand sliding along Hanzo’s jawline and into his hair, “It burns within. Do not let that anger consume you.”

The kiss is soft, much softer than the sex has ever been.

His loyalty to Akande and his father shifts just slightly on his twenty second birthday. Genji drags him out of the compound, despite his protests. Akande waves him away and returns to whatever it is he was reading.

He meets the mysterious man in black at the bar. He’s young, perhaps as young as Hanzo himself. His hair is unruly and his clothing speaks of duty. There is a patch hidden in the confines of his pocket and Hanzo is part of an underground operation.They are no strangers to Overwatch’s matryoshka doll of an organization.

Blackwatch was in Hanamura.

Something thrilling erupts in the pit of Hanzo’s stomach. Rebellion at its core. Something he has longed for his entire life. That tingly sense of freedom and he wonders if this is the high that Genji’s lives on.

He takes the cowboy (‘Call me Jesse, darlin’) home with him. The man’s hands are rough and his voice rougher as he slips them up Hanzo’s clothes. His skin is alight, mouth hungry as he tastes cigars and whiskey hot like embers on his tongue.

“Are you going to share?”

Akande’s voice is a thunder of curiosity behind them. Hanzo startles, realizes where he is and who was in his room waiting for him.

Shame is the first thing to rush through him.

Arousal is the second.

He looks up at the blackwatch agent, thumbs  the beard at his jawline, “You will watch.” He speaks to Akande.

Akande’s laugh is dark, promising, “Only if I get you after, my dragon.”

He takes the agent named Jesse in his bed. Hands curled in the man’s unruly hair and insides burning from the frenzy of emotion Jesse releases. His words are frantic, rushed and bleeding with promises Hanzo knows he can’t keep.

Akande watches from the sidelines, waiting.

Jesse steals a rough kiss and his eyes are almost gold in the moonlight cast through Hanzo’s bedroom. He leaves in silence, one last look at Hanzo as Akande slips into the bed with him.

Akande is a brand, an overwhelming overstimulation.

Hanzo loves it.

But he dreams of Jesse.

Years pass. Akande comes to him with news. He has been taken under by a mentor. The second line of Doomfist. It is an honor, despite the atrocious the second Doomfist has committed. He asks Hanzo opinion and they discuss it over tea.

Akande is passionate, brilliant.

Hanzo’s smile is tight. His brother’s figure passes the doorway.

“We will be unstoppable together.” Akande declares.

Hanzo returns to his betrothed, can see the ambition and promise in Akande’s gaze.

He forgets about Jesse.

He murders his brother.

Blood drips down his hands, sword at his feet. His chest is tight, too tight and there seems to be no breath in his lungs. The dragon’s howl under his skin, distraught and screaming at the death of their own brother.

Hanzo flees.

He runs and runs, changing his name, his identity. He hides.

Akande’s capture spreads across the world. Contaminated by Talon. Taken down by a small team from Overwatch.

Hanzo hovers above his prison twice. He so desperately wants to see him.

Why did they stray so far from their paths?

They were supposed to rule together. They were going to be unstoppable.

But Hanzo is done with this criminal life. He roams the world, seeking redemption for the atrocity that he has committed. He mourns for his brother every day. Returns to the castle in his honor every year.

That is where he is reunited his brother once again.

His dragon is a beacon of green, a reminder of what Hanzo has done.  

Genji offers forgiveness.

Hanzo can not accept that.

He cannot.

Hanzo keeps tabs on Overwatch for a month before he drops onto its doorstep. The recall brings more than he thought it would.

Including:

Jesse McCree.

Who greets Hanzo with a tip of his hat and a smile that speaks volumes of their past.

“Never thought I’d see you again, darlin’.” His voice has aged, so has the rest of him. So has Hanzo.

“Nor did I.” Hanzo mutters.

Jesse swallows, pats his legs, “How about a drink?”

Hanzo lifts an eyebrow, nods, “I would….enjoy that.”

He is with Jesse for nearly a year when the Reaper assists Akande in his prison breakout. The doomfist gauntlet has been taken. Numbani is in tatters, a frenzy of political and civilian meltdowns.

Hanzo is alone on the battlefield when Akande lands before him.

He is just as imposing as he was in his youth, more so now with the golden gauntlet covering half his chest. The white markings are new. His footsteps are silent, despite his hulking size.

Hanzo is not afraid.

“Hanzo, you should consider joining us, I think we would see eye to eye.” It is not the first thing he expected Akande to say to him after so long apart.

Hanzo wrinkles his nose, nocks an arrow, “I would have little to gain from such an arrangement. No, I will find my own path.”

Akande stops before him. He is the enemy now. Hanzo should be afraid.

His left hand cups the side of Hanzo’s face, thumb across his cheek, “You are sure?” Akande’s voice lowers, as does his head.

Hanzo thinks of Genji. Of everything he has done. The anger that burned within him when he struck his brother from the sky.

He thinks of Jesse, a warm weight at his back every night. The smell of smoke and the taste of alcohol on the balcony of the watchpoint.

“We would be unstoppable.” Akande promises, “Talon could offer you more than just your empire, Hanzo.”

Hanzo closes his eyes, “I must refuse.”

A sigh, heavy and warm against his face.

“Losing you is difficult to bear.” Akande admits quietly, “You know I do not like refusal.”

Hanzo steadies his posture, jerks out of Akande’s grip and levels an arrow at his chest, “Then you should get use to my refusal from this point on.”

Akande grins, eyes dark and molten on Hanzo’s, “Then I look forward to seeing you again on the battlefield, my dragon.” He bows swiftly and slinks away.

Hanzo lets him.

Hanzo lowers his bow. Heart racing. Sweat beading down the back of his neck.

“-anzo!”

His comm fizzes to life, he did not realize it had been compromised.

“I am here.” He replies.

A relieved string of sighs on the other end from numerous members of his team, “Where are you? What’s your status?” Soldier 76’s voice is firm and bellows over the other questions of where he is.

“I will return to the rendezvous point shortly.” Hanzo states, “And 76?”

Yea?”

“Tell Winston that Talon is recruiting.”

30 day OTP Challenge Day Eight: Shopping

Originally posted by soothsayerstale

Note: FLUFF, Loki hates shopping, Momma Steve will ground you despite you being an adult!

Words: 1290

Loki let out a sigh as you gave him the infamous puppy-dog eyes that you could muster before he turns away from you. “No. No. I refuse. I am the God of Mischief and Chaos. I will not fall for some impish trick to get me to do something I don’t like.” He huffed before turning back as you push yourself closer to him. “Please.” You clasp your hands together and poke out your bottom lip as his face flustered making you force down a grin, because you knew you had him in the bag. “I wanna spend time with my God.” You said running a finger up his chest gently.

He caught your finger as he glared at you making you think that you pushed him too far. “Go get ready before I change my mind.” He said in a stern tone as you tripped over yourself running towards the bedroom. You were still in pajamas despite it being almost one in the afternoon as you peak out seeing him standing in the kitchen rubbing his temple. You grabbed one of his shirts because yours was in the wash when you came out as he turned to you. “You really want me to change my mind don’t you?” He asked as you tilt your head to the side. “What do you mean?” You asked innocently, but he rolled his eyes taking your hand.

You smiled leaning against him seeing a smile spread across his face when he leans over kissing your forehead gently. You close your eyes before looking back to him when the door slid open to reveal Natasha, Thor, Clint, and Wanda standing there. “Oh, we were just about to come get you. So is Mr. Whiney coming?” Natasha asked earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend. “Don’t comment, or he’ll go back to the room. I convinced him to come with me don’t blow it.” You snipe back crinkling your lips as she held her hands up in surrender. “Come on.” Clint said opening the door for everyone as Loki followed behind you getting into the car.

Loki raised an eyebrow at Thor. “What are you doing here?” He asked as Thor shrugged. “I had nothing better to do with my time. I decided to travel with my mortal friends to the mall.” Thor said. “You mean Jane’s gonna be there.” You said looking at him as he looked down smiling. “Yes.” He mumbles quietly as Loki chuckles looking at you. “You are something of another world my darling.” He whispered into your ear making you bit your lip. “Hey no P.D.A. in the car!” Clint warned glaring at you and Loki from the rearview mirror. Natasha smirks as Wanda blushes looking away when Loki rolls his eyes. “Awe Clint, you’re no fun.” Natasha nudges him.

“Oh yes, because I’m going to shove my tongue down Loki’s throat in front of all of you.” You said as Loki coughed when his eyes widened at you. “Hm.. Kinky.” Natasha comments turning back to the front as Clint shook his head. “Ugh, Good thing Steve ain’t here.” He mumbles as he pulled out going towards the mall. Natasha and Clint sat in the front, behind them was Thor and Wanda, and in the back was you and Loki. “Well, I didn’t realize I am dating a minx.” Loki smirked before you grin back at him. “All’s fair in love and war.” You said making him laugh softly. “I see.” He said before looking out the window with a smile on his face.

“It would have been faster teleporting you know.” Loki comments after a few minutes of silent. “Sorry bud, but not everyone has that ability, and I don’t trust you safely getting me to and from the mall.” Clint counters as Loki had a darker smile dance across his lips. “You know me too well dear archer.” Loki said as you roll your eyes before Clint pulled them into the mall. “Alright kiddies. Momma Steve wants us back at the tower by seven o’clock. If we’re late we’ll get lectured.” Natasha said as everyone groaned, but you were smiling at the thought of Steve being the mother like figure on the team.

Loki was going to walk with you despite not wanting to be here when Thor and Clint dragged him off. “Have fun ladies.” Clint called as Loki scowled seeing your weary smile. “I love you!” You called as Loki huffs crossing his arms. “I love you too.” He mumbles walking off with his brother and Clint as Natasha chuckles. “Come on, I need new shoes.” She said taking both you and Wanda’s hands as she pulled you towards the shoes department store. You looked to Wanda who was smiling. “Having fun?” You asked as Wanda chuckles. “Tons.” She answers. “Good, I wonder how Loki will do?” You asked as they shrugs before going towards the boots.

Loki was following Thor while Clint went off towards the sports store to look at the bows and arrows. Loki stopped when he stood in front of a specific store as Thor looked back noticing he wasn’t behind him anymore. “Loki, what are you doing? Jane is in the food court.” He said walking over to him as his gazed followed Loki before his eyes widened. “Brother, are you thinking of…?” He asked trailing off as a small smile spread across his face. “I am.” Loki said softly when Thor placed a hand onto his place. “Then let us proceed.” He said pushing Loki into the store as Loki’s face lit up when he looked back to Thor in shock.

You were sitting on one of the benches with Wanda as Natasha tried on other shoes. You held dark green flats under your arm in a box as Wanda got new boots sitting on the floor beside her. “How are these ones?” Natasha asked as Wanda looked ready to fall asleep. You had been here for almost two hours as you looked tiredly to the black boots she had on. “They look good.” You comment as she rolls her eyes. “They look awful.” She huffs as you groaned before standing up cupping her face making her eyes widened. “Dammit Nat, you look sexy as heck in those boots. You kill whatever you wear and these boots bring out your eyes.” You said.

She was silent before a moment. “Okay, I’ll get these. Thanks.” She smiled at you before she picked up the box as she slipped back on her regular boots. Wanda looked up to you smiling in relief that they were finally leaving the cursed store that smelled oddly weird. No one could really describe the smell, none the less you girls paid for the new set of shoes you got. You walked out of the store seeing Loki, Thor, Jane, and Clint standing together in the food court. You smiled before running over to Loki as the other two girls trailed behind you. Suddenly you held up your green flats explaining how it would go with that one dress he loved so much.

Loki smiled watching as your eyes light up fangirling over your new shoes because of how sexy you’d look in them. Loki agreed with great enthusiasm making your face darken in a blood red hue as he chuckled. He stroked a thumb down your face as he leans over to you kissing your nose gently before you grinned. He loved the happiness in your actions, but unaware to you his heart was fluttering at an accelerated rate. In his coat pocket, fiddling in his fingers was a black velvet box that contained a question that he was more than excited to ask you.

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Author’s Note: If you don’t know what’s in Loki’s hand at the end, it’s an engagement ring. He went into a jewelry store with Thor! Just in case you were confused! Have a great day loves, or night wherever you are! Stay safe :D

anonymous asked:

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Oh my…. looks like we have a Bendophile here XD *clasp hand*

He looked across the small desk, his flesh hand clasped with his companion’s, whose nose was buried in a tablet. 

“Do you miss it?” Shiro asked quietly, to which his boyfriend only raised an eyebrow. Shiro clarified “Walking.”, and Lance shook his head casually.

“It’s definitely harder… but if I wasn’t in the wheelchair, would you have given me a second glance?”

anonymous asked:

A sexy stack of paperwork!

NO WAY | MEH | NOT BAD | MMM | YEAH BABY | FUCK YES RIGHT NOW

Cullen’s face is neutral, his hands clasped loosely behind him as he nods pleasantly at the suggestion. 

“I like spreading it out on my desk and doing it slowly. Why, I could take it right now. I should take it right now. I’ve reports due by tomorrow…”

Button eyes.

build a snowman with taehyung OR have a snowball fight with hoseok.

pairing: taehyung/reader 

genre: fluff

word count: 1K

Taehyung turns up at 2 AM in the middle of winter and drags you somewhere out with him.

Cr.


“Are you almost done?” A giggle bled through your words as you kept your hands clasped firmly over your eyes, cheeks aching and taunt from the effort of biting back a grin.

“No, and don’t you even think about looking yet.” Unseen, your eyes rolled behind the fabric of your gloves and as much a you wanted to quip back a reply, it was hard to think of anything other than the gentle heave of breath coming from the man a few paces in front of you and the sweet lilt of his voice as he hummed to the tune of his work. If you had reached out your hand, maybe you could’ve brushed the edge of his skirt or catch at his collar like you wanted to, but the sterns commands Taehyung had given you- wait here with your eyes closed- when you first arrived kept you firmly stapled in place.

For most the idea of trekking out of the house, hours after the sun had gone down, to venture into the cold was crazy. But after dating Taehyung for just short of five years this was beyond the norm. So when he had turned up at your doorstep and refused to go away, jamming the doorbell and whinging out pleads through the intercom, you had simply grasped his hand and let him pull you- steadying your hat with one hand and hushing his happy yelp with the other.

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anonymous asked:

For your ask game, could you do life and the mysteries it beholds? Thanks!

i cup your face and wonder
at how your face suffuses with light
as if you were the sun itself
and i was icarus, falling helplessly
but instead, i fall, not into the ocean,
but in love with you.

i look at you and wonder,
how can you even exist?
i shake my head and suppose
it is an answer for only life to know.

i wonder how many mysteries it  beholds,
for surely, you are a wondrous engima,
a blessing, a gift, a force of nature in one.
i clasp your hands and kiss your knuckles
for i am grateful
to have the chance to know you.

ooooOOO this was on the longer side and it’s very… cliche ? hope you didn’t mind! but dang that is a lovely phrase and i wish i had something more original for it than this ;;

(for the writing ask game)

@burythekidd made this for @wynteras fic for our zine! Here’s a snippet to do with this scene: 

“Okay, come on, tell us!” Mei says, hands clasping a stick with a marshmallow on the end. “The story keeps changing. I want to hear from the source. How did he propose?” Across the flames from her, Jesse knocks shoulders with Hanzo. “Go on, darlin’, it’s your story to tell.”

Stay tuned for more fun zine times! 

hi sakura should’ve had wood style + sage mode like hashirama heres why
  • she’s never seen using them yet her canon nature types are earth and water (the two elements needed for wood style) 
  • yamato, the only other living wood style user, was literally her captain and could’ve trained her like naruto - and as a wood style user she could’ve trained with naruto by controlling kurama instead of sitting around with sai and watching
  • she’s the student and successor of tsunade (hashirama’s granddaughter) and surpassed even tsunade’s byakugou - as in, the closest jutsu to hashirama’s regeneration
  • from the beginning her character and narrative have heavily involved nature and growth (even down to her name - literally “spring field of cherry blossoms” - and color design - green + floral pinks)
  • she has a much higher focus / concentration and learning speed than naruto, who reached sage mode! she should be able to just as well!
  • sage mode is already taught by both the toads and snakes, so narratively the slugs should be able to teach it too - and sakura already has an established summoning ability and connection with katsuyu
  • just a little thing, but sakura’s clasped hands shown repeatedly in openings and endings could’ve grown from a passive gesture to one of strength - the snake hand sign iconic to wood style

not to be cheesy but let sakura go from a bud to a flower to a fucking Tree

“Fun” drinking game

take a shot of your favourite beverage everytime:

  • Matt clasps his hands
  • Taliesin rolls and says: “That will do”
  • Travis plans some violent scenario
  • Sam is being a little shit™
  • Shopping!
  • Shop keeper is being harrassed
  • “You can certainly try…”
  • Doors
  • Matt is doing intense in-character eye contact with one of the players
  • Sibling moment™ with the twins
Come Back to Me (Part Six)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angstish
Warnings: None

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Peter and you had pretended that what you had been calling in your head “The Incident” never happened. He never repeated the words of “I always worry about you”, you never held his arm in your grip for more than a mere few seconds, he never cradled your face with his hands, and you never realized you loved him. To the two of you, it was like the day never existed.

You both moved on, acting as you normally would, but you were much more conscious of your actions. You thought Peter was, too. You didn’t act on impulse and grab his arm, or hand, or lean into him without thinking. And he didn’t leave you with small touches as he walked past you in the hallway, or ask constantly with a blatant worried expression how you were doing.

And you didn’t mind. You were best friends, not lovers. You didn’t mind.

“What’s up with you and Peter?” Ned suddenly appeared next to you as you stood in line to get on the bus, ready for the school field trip to take up the day of classes.

“I- what?” You asked, looking at him confusedly. You weren’t sure why he was asking this.

“You and Peter. You guys have been acting weird around each other lately. What happened?”

You still looked at him, confused. “Nothing happened. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you tell him you liked him or something, because-”

“Shhh!” You hushed him immediately, placing your hands over his mouth. “Someone could hear you!”

He grabbed your wrists, removing them from his mouth, but still holding onto them. “Just tell him already,” he said, quieter this time.

“You know I can’t do that, Ned,” you replied back, furrowing your eyebrows.

You loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You tried to push the thought out of your mind, and you had been trying to do so ever since “The Incident”. But with the words continuously repeating in your head, day in and day out, you didn’t think they would ever leave.

“I think-”

“Hey guys,” you heard Peter’s voice from behind you and whipped your head towards him, worried about how much of the conversation he had heard. As you and Ned both looked at him, he met neither of your eyes. His were trained one where Ned’s hands were clasped around your wrists.

You turned your eyes back to look at Ned, and both of your eyes widened when you realized what Peter was staring at. He let you rip your wrists from his grasp, and he shoved his hands into his pockets after letting yours go. You looked down at the ground nervously. 

“What’s up?” Ned spoke, looking at Peter. You took a few seconds to compose yourself before looking at him too. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked between the two of you.

“Uh, nothing, I just,” he didn’t look either of you in the eye. “Ned, want to sit with me on the bus?”

You bit your lip. You remembered that you and Peter had agreed to sit on the bus together just last week. You didn’t say anything when Ned said, “Sure.”

You looked down at the ground as Ned moved in front of you to stand next to Peter, and you were stood behind them as they spoke in lightning speed between them. That was never how it was with you and Peter. The two of you would speak slowly, listening intently to each other’s words to not miss even a detail of what was said. 

You liked it that way. You liked how Peter would furrow his eyebrows lightly, biting his lip as he stared at you, looking as if he was concentrating to all of his ability, solely on you. You liked how he would murmur little “mhm”s as you would go on, and he would only start speaking when he was sure you were done. You liked how he listened to you.

It was a vast difference from seeing him now, and you wondered which way he preferred: fast-paced with Ned, or slow-paced with you. You always thought he preferred how he spoke with you, but now, seeing him grin with Ned as they easily threw words back at each other within seconds, you weren’t so sure.

You looked down at the ground sadly. You never remembered feeling so lonely before, especially with Peter always making sure to include you in everything. You turned around and walked out of the line without saying anything to the two boys who seemed to not even notice you leave. You glanced behind your shoulder as you were walking away, but you were only greeted by the sight of Peter still grinning at Ned.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard a voice say ahead of you and you looked up to see Michelle waiting in line, a few people back from where you previously stood, with a book in her hands.

“Oh, hey,” you forced a smile on your face, but the only thought that was bombarding your mind was, 

You love him. He doesn’t love you. You love him. He doesn’t love you.

“Want to sit with me?” She asked, a knowing smile on her face. You gave her a real smile in response, moving into the space next to her.

“Thanks, MJ,” you said softly, head leaning back down to aim at the floor.

“He looked back at you,” she said, opening her book and beginning to read it. She stared down at it as you lifted your head to stare at her.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“Peter,” she elaborated, and your heart sped up at the mention of his name.

You needed to get this under control.

“What about Peter?” You asked, looking ahead of the line at him and Ned, where you saw them still talking.

“He looked back at you when you turned around and came my way.”

Your eyes widened the smallest bit. You didn’t want to believe her words so easily, because for all you could know, she was only telling you this to cheer you up. But still, you found your sadness deflate slightly.

“No, he didn’t,” you said, trying to convince yourself. “I turned around and looked. He was still talking to Ned.”

“Right when you turned around and started walking away,” she said. She was still looking at her book, but you weren’t so sure she was actually reading it. “He looked at you for a second. And when you turned around to look at him, he turned back around to Ned.” 

“I, uh,” you stumbled over your words, not quite knowing what to think.

Why hadn’t he said anything? You and Peter would always be immediate to speak up if noticing something was wrong with the other. Neither of you ever hesitated on that. So why had he today?

“He looked at me,” you said monotonously, but Michelle knew it was a question. She knew you needed to hear it again.

“He looked at you,” she replied. She looked up from her book for a few moments to meet your eyes. “He looked a little worried to me, if I’m being honest.” She quirked her eyebrow at you for a quick second, smirking lightly, before looking back down at her book.

You looked back down to the ground, thinking.

But why didn’t he say anything?

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I know it may seem like it’s taking a while for them to get together (or will they end up together?), but I want to make sure it’s realistic enough. After being friends for years, neither of them would want to chance ruining their friendship so easily by confessing after not being completely sure about themselves—and each other—yet. I hope you guys understand that! Let me know what you guys think of this one and voice your opinions! Whether they’re good or bad, I want to hear them! Requests are open, and if you guys want to send something from a prompt list I reblog, please let me know which list you’re asking from!

~e

anonymous asked:

Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

Birthday Kisses

Summary: You give an unconventional present to Steve for his birthday.

Word Count: 1,940

A/N: Happy Captain America Day! I decided to whip something up for this overly attractive patriotic punk’s birthday and this is what I came up with. Hope you guys like it :)

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Tiptoeing down the hallway, you quietly navigate through the living quarters to make a friendly visit at one of the suites, holding a vanilla cupcake with a candle lit in one hand and a fistful of confetti in the other. You’re certain that the birthday boy wide awake now, sketching in his notebook as he waits for the rest of the tower to wake from their slumber. Though he insisted that he doesn’t want to do anything for his birthday, you decide to make a little surprise of your own. 

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Flannel (Luke smut)

Summary: basically just making out with sleepy/morning!Luke whilst wearing his clothes…and a little something else 

Warnings: this morphs into smut! 

Word count: 1.4k 

A/N: you can blame @starryclem for this one. We ended up chatting about making out with Luke whilst wearing his clothes and then this baby was born…. I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Originally posted by http-erikaxo

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Luke’s grip on your waist felt warm, his slender digits applying a firm pressure to keep you held in place. Your arms rested on his shoulders, hands draped around the back of his neck to allow your fingers to loop through his hair. Twirling the silky strands between your fingertips, you nudged your mouth back against his.

His lips were soft - slightly puffy from the past few minutes of hurried kisses. Hands squeezing your hips, Luke bit against your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from your breathless mouth. Seizing the new access to your mouth, you felt his tongue slip inside a moment later.

As you continued to furiously make out, your couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. Everything about the situation felt comfortable - from the golden rays of sunlight streaming into the room through a gap in the blinds, to the way his old oversized flannel engulfed you completely; the worn material - with its fading colour and fraying cuffs - giving you a sense of home. Your legs slung across the lap of your comfortable boyfriend was just a bonus, to be honest.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented, pulling back to speak against his lips. You shifted to the side and felt a bulging hardness poke up against your thigh. Luke groaned, the sound short-lived.

“‘Can’t help it, sweetheart,” he mumbled, quiet words carrying a hidden weight, “you look fuckin’ perfect in my flannel.”

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Come Back to Me (Part Seven)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mention of Claustrophobia, Lockdown and Assault Mentioned
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.

But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.

As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.

You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.

A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.

“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”

A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.

Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.

“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”

“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out. 

“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move. 

The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead. 

“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.

You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled. 

You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.

You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.

(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.) 

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.

“What?” You whispered, staring at him back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

So he had noticed something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.

Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”

You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.

“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.

His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words. 

It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face. 

He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him. 

You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him. 

You thought you would always love him.

Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.

But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.

You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.

He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you.

And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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I really like this part so I hope you guys think the same! Let me know what you think about it!! Tell me if you want another part as well!  Requests are open :) Also, I see some people asking if they can be tagged in every update I do, and instead of tagging people I just wanted to let you guys know that I individually message people the link to the new part because I would rather do that than tag. So feel free to message me and tell me you’d want me to do that!

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Love Conquers All || Peter Parker Imagine

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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1295 

Request: shenanigans-and-broken-hearts Could you write an imagine where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland)? Something where the reader and peter try to sneak around and be discreet but everyone on the team knows about the relationship except Tony. Maybe Tony could find out in a very uncomfortable way or something like that? You can take what you want (if any) from this. You are a fantastic writer so I’m sure it will be great!

A/N: I had no idea how to end it but hey, at least I tried

Originally posted by spiderholland

Becoming Spider-Man was the best thing Peter Parker could’ve ever done. Without being Spider-Man, he would’ve never met Mr. Stark. Not meeting Mr. Stark ment not meeting his beautiful, amazing girlfriend, Y/N Stark.

Tony Stark was a smart man but, when it came to his daughter’s dating life, he was completely clueless. If he found out that she was dating Peter Parker, the boy would be dead in seconds.

The rest of the team, the Avengers, all knew about Y/N and Peter’s forbidden romance. Thor was the first say anything about the young couple. Do to not being from Earth, Thor was very blunt about things. When the team was training in the Avengers tower, Thor noticed the two being strangely attached to the hip. Tony wasn’t in the room at the time because he was fixing his armor, so Thor took it as an opportunity to speak. Very loudly speak. “Lady Y/N,” he shouted across the training room, gaining the attention of all the heros in the room, “Are you and Peter a- what are they called here, ah, a couple?”

Peter and Y/N stood there shocked, not saying anything but quickly separating from one another. Wanda chuckled, “They are!”

Peter went to quickly protest, “No, no. we’re not. I swear.” The boy was blushing out of embarrassment. “Oh please, we aren’t complete idiots.” Nat stated with a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms.

“Please don’t tell my dad. He-he’ll kill us. Literally. Please don’t say anything to him.” She begged, covering her face with her hands.

The older men and women in room let out a chorus of, alright’s and fine’s. “Thank you,” Y/N said softly with a small smile on her face. Peter looked at her with a large grin on his face.

Months later, the teens were lounging around the tower, watching movies and such. “When are you gonna tell your dad about us?” Peter questioned, scarfing down a hand full of popcorn, still looking straight at the TV.

Y/N sighed, “I have no idea. But when I do tell him, I will try my best to convince him the let you do your ‘internship’ here.” She said as she turned to him. Peter placed the popcorn bowl on the table in front of him before leaning over to pick Y/N up and put her on his lap. She was slightly shocked at first but started giggling. He smiled up at her, since she was on his lap she was lightly taller then him. “I love you so much, Y/N Stark.” He leaned up to kiss her as she smiled into the kiss. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and started playing with his hair.

She pulled away from the kiss, “I love you too Peter Parker.” She went back in for another kiss but, he started trailing his lips down her jaw and to her neck. Peter sucked on the skin of her neck before pulling away to admire the red mark that was forming. He continued to kiss and suck(cringe) on her neck before leaning up to capture her lips once again.

The two pulled away from each other as they heard a stampede of footsteps approaching the room they were in. Y/N hopped off of Peter’s lap and onto the couch next to him. Peter put the popcorn bowl back onto his lap quickly, pretending like he wasn’t just making out with his girlfriend.

Peter and Y/N looked over the couch to see who walked into the room, it was the Avengers, with Tony Stark included. “Hey-Hey, how was the mission?” Peter stuttered, still nervous around the team of heros. The couple stood up to go greet the team of heros. Clint chuckled, “Well, we didn’t have as much fun as you too did.” He said pointing to Y/N’s neck. Everyone turned to her to see what Clint was talking about. Y/N had a red, slightly bruising, mark on her neck.

Peter’s face was beet red, avoiding all eye contact. Tony stood there, eyes opened wide as he was glancing between them. “Peter,” Y/N dad said calm, terrifyingly calm, “I’ll give you a five second head start.” Tony stated clenching his fists. Peter started quickly backing away.

Clint, Steve and Natasha leaped to hold the man back. They could practically see steam escaping his ears. While the Avengers worked to hold Tony back, Y/N grabbed Peter’s wrist, to keep him from running away. “Peter.” She said turning the boy around.

“Y/N, he’s going to murder me.” Peter rushed with worried, trying to pull away from her. “No, he won’t.” She said trying to convince him. Peter stayed by Y/N’s side, watching as Tony started to slowly calm down.

“Y/N, could you please explain to me as to why you have a- a, an unholy mark on your neck?” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word hickey, but he spat the words with venom lacing his voice. The team watched the scene unfold before them. They have never seen Tony this angry before.

Still holding onto Peter’s wrist Y/N responded, “Me and Peter are….dating. He’s my boyfriend, dad.” She said as Peter moved his hand into hers, fear still in his eyes.

Tony looked at their interlocked hands and sighed. He saw how much she was scared for Peter. “I-I love her Mr. Stark.” Peter suddenly said looking at his shoes.

Tony gritted his teeth. “If it was anyone other than you Peter, I would’ve done something I would’ve regretted. But Queens needs you.” He forced the words out but, he meant them. He’s good for her, and she’s good for him. “Don’t mess this up Parker. Or I promise you that I will make you suffer.” Tony said as he walked up to the frightened boy. “I won’t m-mess this up, Mr. Stark.” He stammered.

Tony put a forced smile on his face. “Good.” He clasped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, hard enough to make him wince. Tony turned around and left the room, the rest of the team following.

Y/N turned to Peter putting her hands on his neck, “Hey, at least he didn’t kill you.” She said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Peter laughed a nervous laugh putting his hands on your hips. “Now you can finally kiss me without worrying about my dad.” Y/N said kissing the boy’s lips. Peter pulled back, “Yeah, I’m still going to be worried, he wasn’t too reassuring.”

She smiled, “At least that milestone in our relationship is out of the way. Now, let’s actually try and watch the movie without making out this time.” She said grabbing his hand to drag him to the couch. Peter gave her a pouty face which made her giggle. “I don’t think that it would be a very good idea, based on past experience. And by past experience I mean like, just a few minutes ago.”

Peter blushed again muttering, “You’re probably right.”

“I love you, ya dork.” Y/N assured, squeezing his hand. “And I love you,my queen.” He said dramatically with a bow, making Y/N laugh once more. Peter corrected his posture and leaned in to give her a kiss. “Just one more kiss, please.” He begged in a whisper, placing his hands on her hips once again. “Fine. But only one.” She caved as they smashed their lips together.

Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!

~Masterlist~


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

Tom was special. He was charming, kind, confident. He had lots of good qualities and a great personality. Who wouldn’t fall for him. Tom also seemed to be paired with Zendaya a lot lately. In magazines and articles, reporter kept saying how they were a thing. Those two hit it off from the very start. They created a very close friendship. You felt a little jealous because you felt that she had more to offer to Tom. And you happened to consider yourself a decent person, but it would never be enough for Tom. But you reminded yourself that you had nothing to worry about or so you thought.

“Hey Y/N Zendaya invited us to her house would you like to join us?” You looked up to meet his brown eyes. He was showing the most heartwarming smile.

“Um…Sure who’s all going to be there?” You slowly stood up from his couch.

“Everyone! Jacob, Harrison, Laura, the whole gang” He smiled brightly at you.

“Great. Let’s go then” You gestured to the door.

“Ladies first” You teased.

He playfully rolled his eyes but walked ahead of you.

The ride to her house was a comfortable silence, but felt as though someone should have spoken up first.

“We’re here” Tom unbuckled his seat belt and didn’t bother to wait for you, already practically in the enormous house. Another thing you couldn’t show off.

You knocked on her front door. Unlike Tom who just burst in, you knocked like the well mannered girl your parents raised you to be. Not a second later the door swung open to reveal a happy Zendaya.

“Y/N the door was open silly. Come on in!” She chuckled softly.

You walked in and were greeted by everyone. A few “Hey’s” and “Where were yous” were thrown your way.

“Oh I was…outside” You pointed your thumb behind you.

“Doing what?” Jacob spoke up.

“Getting left behind” You mumbled. Thankfully no one heard you.

“What was that?” Harrison looked confused.

“Uh nothing. So what’re we doing?” You clasped your hands together.

“We could swim in the pool out back” Zendaya suggested.

“Yeah!”

I’m down”

“Let’s go”

“I’m in”

“I’d love to but I’m not in the proper swim-wear” You gestured to your jeans and t-shirt.

“I think I may have something for you to wear Y/N, come on” Zendaya grabbed your hand and dragged you to her bedroom.

You saw her rummaged threw her stuff.

“Ah ha. Here you go. The bathrooms down the hall to your left” She smiled at you sweetly.

Why did she have to be so nice. It was seriously impossible to hate her. There wasn’t anything bad you could say about her.

You quickly changed into the bikini top and bottoms. You gazed at your reflection picking out all your flaws. The bikini didn’t do you as justice like it did on Zendaya. Whereas she was skinny and tall, you were curvy, not that it was a bad thing, but always had a problem with your image. You couldn’t compete with her.

By the time you arrived outside everyone was doing their own thing. Tom and the boys were playing a game with a football, while Zendaya and Laura were tanning on chairs. You found yourself deep in thought thinking how did you fit in with these people. They were well-known and popular in life whereas the guy at Starbucks couldn’t even get your name correct. How did you managed to get yourself involved with them.

As months went by you slowly started seeing a change in Tom. He was always hanging out with Zendaya more often than usual, practically blowing off your hangouts to spend time with her. You were losing him, and fast. Your chance of ever being with him was starting to become a long-shot, and if you didn’t make a move he would be a goner. He’d be with Zendaya.

“Harrison I don’t think this is such a good idea” You protested. You finally gave in and told Harrison about your feelings for Tom. Since he was his best friend, Harrison suggested that you’d just tell Tom how you felt, that way you could see if he felt the same way.

“No don’t do that. You’re not backing out of this now” He shook his head.

“But what if he doesn’t like me” You stared at your feet.

“Your his best friend, you two have a wonder friendship, there’s no way he could reject you” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Okay” You sighed.

“You got this” He gave a slight push to his trailer.

“I got this” You recited back to yourself until you reached his door.

You mentally prepared yourself for better or for worse. You knocked slightly on his door but got no response. Strange he just finished shooting today. You thought. You tried again but got no answer. You opted for option two. You tried opening his door. It opened immediately granting you access inside his trailer. You cautiously stepped in looking around and not finding him anywhere. You checked the last place you knew for sure that you’d find him. You walked up to his bedroom and heard music coming from the room. You grew curiously and turned the knob, which you now regret doing so.

You gaped at the sight of Tom and Zendaya in a full out make out session. You gasped which finally got both of their attention. Tom noticed you first and his eyes bulged out widely from their sockets. He pulled away from Zendaya.

“Y-Y/N?!”

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” He flailed his arms in a “no” motion.

“He’s right Y/N” Zendaya pitched in.

“Really?!” You looked at him incredulously shocked. “I can’t do do this right now…” You whispered. You exited his trailer with fast paced steps.

“Y/N!” You heard Tom shout after you. You ignored him and continued walking to your car.

“Y/N stop!” Tom got a hold of your forearm preventing you from going any farther.

“Let. Go. Of. Me!” You said sternly.

“No not until you tell me what’s wrong!”.

“Oh now you care?!” You scoffed.

“Of course I care. I’m your best friend” He looked stunned.

“You haven’t exactly been acting like one” You mumbled averting your gaze any else.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard me” You pulled your arm out of his grip

“Why are you being like this?!” He raised his voice.

“Because she took you from me!” You cried out.

“Who? Zendaya? She hasn’t taken me from anybody Y/N, I’m not her property!” He shook his head. “I’m no ones property”

“She took what we had” You whispered.

“What we had? What’re you going on about?”

“You two became closer and started hanging out more. You kept ditching me for her. I lost you to her” You sniffled.

“You didn’t lose me Y/N” He hugged you.

“I think I already have…” Your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“What makes you think that?” He looked down at you.

You averted your eyes.

“Y/N?” 

You finally looked him in the eye and let it all out. “I fell for you Tom. I fell in too deep. I wanted to deny it, but I always kept coming back to you. Then you got closer to Zendaya, and I blew my chance. And when I saw you kissing her I j-just couldn’t watch”. You didn’t realize you shed a few tears through your confession.

“Y/N-” He started.

“No it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I get it. You love her. She’s the perfect girl for you. You deserve someone as great as her Tom” You faked the best smile you could muster.

“Y/N it’s not what-”.

You cut him off. “No I get it you clearly-”.

Tom grabbed your cheeks pulling you in for a harsh kiss cutting off your sentence before you could finish.

“Shut up” He said against your lips. 

You were taken back still trying to process what just happened. You could only nod.

“If you’d just let me talk, then you would know that we were practicing for a scene” He looked at you.

“A w-what?” You whispered.

“My character Peter and her character Michelle have a kissing scene. Zendaya asked if we could rehearse so it wouldn’t be awkward on set”. 

“Oh” Was all you could muster. You felt incredibly embarrassed. You made a big deal over something so small.

“I’m such an idiot!” You turned away from him.

“Hey you didn’t know” Tom caressed your arm.

“I don’t whether to feel relieved or slap you” You quirked a brow at him.

“I’d go for the first option” He put his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry” You looked up at him.

“It’s okay…So you really fell for me?” He turned serious.

“Umm. Look Tom I didn’t mean to blurt all that out. I never wanted our friendship to get ruined”.

“And it never will love. I love you as well” He leaned forward kissing your forehead.

“You mean that?” You smiled a bit.

“I only have my eyes set out for one girl, and that girl will always be you”.

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Go Ahead And Sleep Tonight (Zimbits Fic)

Sometimes Eric looks at Jack and there’s a deep, silly fear that sits in his stomach. 

He’s not afraid of Jack, but he’s afraid of what Jack means to him. He’s afraid because Eric is 21 years old and he’s not even done with college and he is so sure about this man. 

It’s crazy, and awful, and sometimes in the dark; with Jack’s hand loosely clasped in his, bedroom in Providence lit only by the sliver of light that slips through the dark curtains covering the window, his love for Jack makes him feel sick. 

Eric is terrified. He’s scared of how Jack makes him feel like everything makes sense. He’s scared of how he feels settled and calm around Jack. He’s scared of how many times he thinks to himself, I’m gonna marry this man

He is so scared sometimes that it hurts to look at Jack. 

Because Eric- Eric is twenty-one. He barely knows what he wants to do for the rest of his life, let alone who he wants to marry. He has no idea what love is. What if he’s wrong? 

What if he’s just a fool, a damn twenty-one year old fool throwing himself full force at the first boy who shows any romantic interest in him? What if he ever said any of this to Jack and Jack laughed at him? 

What if he-

“Bits? What’s up?” Jack’s voiced is quiet and rough in the silent room. 

Eric’s eyes snap to his, and he feels himself blinking. 

“What? Nothin’, Sweetheart. I’m fine.” 

“Okay.” Jack says, slow, “Is your hand okay, then?” 

Eric looks down and instantly becomes aware of how hard he’s squeezing Jack’s. 

“Sorry.” Eric whispers. 

Jack squints at him, his face barely visible in the dark. He pulls Eric’s hand up to his face and examines it. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Jack speaks directly into the skin of Eric’s knuckles, “but I can tell you from experience that things always seem a lot worse when it’s 3 in the morning and you haven’t slept.” 

Eric breathes, watching. 

“And I know,” Jack says, pressing a kiss to Eric’s fingernails, “that it might not get completely better in the morning, but it isn’t going to seem so big then.” 

Eric feels his chest tighten rapidly, and he’s so afraid again. 

“So maybe, if you stick with me,” Jack places Eric’s hand on his cheek, Jack’s lips brushing along his palm, “everything will be a little better when the sun rises.”

Eric loves him. He loves him, and he tells him much- a horse whisper all he can manage. 

Jack smiles softly and tells Eric that he loves him too. His eyelids slowly slip shut.

Eric loves him, and Eric is so utterly terrified of him. But maybe it isn’t so bad. And maybe, in the light of the morning, Eric will see this man, feel him beneath his hand, and know that everything is alright.