“How’s school going?” Tony asked as he walked besides Peter.
Nodding nonchalantly, “It’s going good, you know, same old, same old.”
“Right, all that millennial stuff.” Stopping in his tracks, “Say,” putting a rough grip on Peter’s shoulder, he squinted his eyes. “Do you know a [Y/N] [L/N] by any chance?” Shaking his head, Tony scoffed. “Of course you, you’ve taken her on what? Four or five dates?”
“Uh, yeah, why?” Peter started to get a little uncomfortable. He hated that Tony kept tabs on him.
“Why? Oh, nothing other than the fact that she’s my daughter.”
“Wha? What? Daughter?!” He sputtered, not being able to breathe at the fact that he had been seeing [Y/N] for the past few months now. “But, but, uh, what? How? I mean her last name-”
“-is [L/N]. I know, she took her mother’s maiden name.” Looking around him, sounding slightly offended, “Said that she didn’t want people to know we were related.” Clearing his throat, “Since [Y/N] didn’t tell me not to say anything, I feel obligated to clear the air.”
“Clear the air?”
“Yeah, you know, the rules of dating my daughter.”
“Mr. Stark. She doesn’t even know I’m Spider-Man…..”
“She doesn’t?” Frowning, Tony shrugged. “Well, she’s going to be one pissed off puppy when she finds out her boyfriend works for me.” Patting his back, he snickered. “If you think my temper is bad? Boy, you better take shelter. She’s a perfect hellacious balance of myself and her mother.” Moving away from him, Tony smirked. “Tell you, what. I’ll ‘clear the air’ with you after you tell her who you are because I might not have to waste my breath with it.” Clicking his tongue and winking, he backed away slowly before leaving the teenager standing terrified. “Good luck, kid.”
Peter gulped, “Why me? The one girl who finds me remotely funny and attractive, it has to be his daughter? Why? What did I do?”
A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2
I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.
My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.
“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”
“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”
“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.
“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.
“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.
The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.
“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.
“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.
“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”
My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.
“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.
“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.
“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.
From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.
“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.
“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.
“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”
“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.
“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”
“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.
“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.
We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.
But he didn’t.
I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.
“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.
“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.
I took my phone and wrote him a message.
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.
I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.
I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.
“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.
“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.
“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”
“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.
“I cheated on you.”
My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.
“What did you say?”
“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”
“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.
“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.
“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”
I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.
Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.
“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”
“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.
“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”
I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.
The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.
““I should clean up,” she rolled off him and pulled on a wrinkled shirt she found on the floor.
“Want any help?” he asked, fishing for his shorts with one hand. She gave him a small smile and shook her head. The door to his en suite shut with a delicate click and the taps to the shower turned on full blast. While she bathed he took the opportunity to straighten the bedroom from its precarious state, and fifteen minutes later, she emerged in his silk bathrobe, much too big for her small frame.
“Come here,” he beckoned her over to his perch on the edge of his bed. She walked over to him and he grabbed her by the waist to keep her in front of him.
Buck up, Malfoy.
“Granger,” he took a deep breath. She suddenly looked as nervous as he felt. “I don’t think I can be your best mate anymore.”
She bit her lip.
“What I mean is, I can do better.”
She frowned. His eyes went wide.
“No! Not like that! I just mean… bugger. I can do better, with you, with us together. Let’s face it, I’ve always been a rather crap friend.”
“But this,” he gestured to the two of them. “This I can do. I know I can. Because you drive me so completely out of my mind for you that I’d do anything to keep you.” His thumbs stroked her gently over the smooth fabric. Tentatively, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Her small smile had slipped.
“I don’t fit, Draco.”
“Don’t fit? What are you on about? Of course you fit. You fit in my life, you fit… you know, how we just did. The robe’s a bit big, but I can fix that, look,” he wandlessly shrunk the garment her proper size. She did not appear to be impressed.”
Before you met Harry, you liked to describe yourself as a relatively emotionless robot of a person. This didn’t necessarily mean you had a resting bitch face on at all times, it just meant it was harder for you to express yourself through your feelings. You were used to people accusing you of being sarcastic when you were really trying to give a genuine compliment, and your body was used to automatically stiffening up whenever someone came at you with open arms for a hug. The one time you gave a hug was when Y/F/N was going through a breakup. It wasn’t a proper hug, though. It was one of those awkward side hugs followed by a reassuring pat on the back. It was still a hug in your mind. The point was, showing and giving any kind affection was extremely hard for you. Which was how Harry came up with this conclusion:
“You don’ love me. Is tha’ it?” You choked on your tea when that came out of Harry’s mouth after you had asked him what was on his mind.
“What in the hell- I think all those kale smoothies have gone straight to your head.” You coughed, patting your chest lightly before closing the novel you were reading. This was more interesting than your mystery-murder novel.
“I’m jus’ pointing out the fact that you’ve never actually said it to me. I’m the one that’s always saying it to you!”
“Yeah, and I say it back!”
“No, no,” Harry scoffed, shaking his head before giving you a pointed look. “You give me a, ‘mhm, me too’. That is not how you respond to an ‘I love you’!”
“But I’ve said it before!” It was true, you did say it to Harry once! It was when you were in a rush because you had spent the morning snuggling with Harry instead of getting ready for work, and before you ran out you might’ve let an ‘I love you’ slip out - But in Harry’s defense, that really was the only time you’d ever said that.
“So you do love me?”
“Of course I- Well, I don’t know, I guess-”
“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Harry gasped dramatically, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Harry was fully aware that you loved him, but it was always fun riling you up and getting you flustered over this.
“Christ, Harry, I love you!” You groaned, pursing your lips in frustration. “I love you, alright? Is that what you wanted?” You huffed, opening your book and flipping back to your page. You could already feel your cheeks heating up from those three words. It was silly how three words had such a huge impact on you.
“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, leaning forward and propping his chin up on his palm. “C’mon, you know I deserve a proper one.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, closing your book slowly and clearing your throat.
“I… I love.. you.” You managed to push out, your face probably beet red at this point.
“I need t’ hear it in a coherent sentence if it’s genuine, Y/N.” Harry knew exactly how to push your buttons and you couldn’t decide whether you hated it or loved it. With a sigh and a quiet huff, you managed to finally say it in a coherent sentence.
“I love you. I really do, Harry.” You muttered, looking up at him for a second before glancing away. You couldn’t say it while keeping eye contact because that would make you melt into a puddle. Silence was the only thing you got in response, and you kind of wished you didn’t say anything in the first place. You looked up to see Harry drumming at his pursed lips with his pointer finger, looking as if he was contemplating something.
“I don’t buy it. Not enough emotion.” Harry joked, making your jaw drop slightly before you were pushing your bottom lip out in a pout.
“Why, you little-” You raised your hand, very much wanting to give him a swat across the arm.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Harry giggled, grabbing your hand and pulling it slightly closer to him. “I loved it. I love you.” He hummed, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Now you wanted even more to melt into a puddle because this was almost too adorable.
Title: Into Focus Character: Peter Parker A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.
“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.
Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”
“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”
Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.
“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.
“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”
You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”
“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”
You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.
“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”
You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”
“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”
Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”
“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”
With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.
“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”
Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”
Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”
“I really don’t.”
“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”
“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”
“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”
“Maybe, but Peter does.”
“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”
“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.
“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”
“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”
Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”
“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”
Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.
That was incredibly weird, even for you.
But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.
Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.
“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.
Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.
“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”
“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.
“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.
Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?
You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.
It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.
Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.
You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.
Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”
You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.
“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”
“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”
“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.
“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”
Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”
“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”
Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.
Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.
You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”
“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”
“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”
“How much was it?”
“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”
It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.
Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.
He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.
Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.
“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.
Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”
A/N: Part 3 😭 Did I cry? Oh, I definitely would’ve if I wrote this in the privacy of my own home. But seeing as I was in public, I had to take a few deep breaths and get through it without crying. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2)
Friday came and that meant it’d been five days since Chris last spoke with you, and five days since you started ignoring his calls. Both of you were going insane not being able to speak to the other, but that was where you were at and needed to be. So Chris took Sebastian’s advice into consideration and stopped pushing, he ate up whatever lie you gave him and hoped you’d call soon because he was seriously missing your voice. You wanted to call, God, you wanted to call. You wanted to hear his voice; you wanted to see his face on your computer screen; you wanted to tell him about how Jack dropped a fork down a customer’s dress and hear him bellow with laughter, but you couldn’t.
Things with you hadn’t improved; you were still stressed and on the verge of having a mental breakdown that you didn’t want to bother your very busy boyfriend with. As frustrating as you knew you were being, you still believed Chris was better off not knowing. You believed that because you hadn’t talked to him, you couldn’t hear how worried he was about you; how stressed he was because he couldn’t talk to you; how much he needed you while he was pulling sixteen hour days miles from the girl he loved. He, too, was on the verge of having a mental breakdown but was too afraid that you’d do what Sebastian said if he pushed too hard. So he left you alone, gave you the space you apparently needed, and suffered in silence.
The two of you really were too similar, incredibly good at repeating history, and becoming increasingly insufferable to those around you. If you’d just let your incredibly wise best friend give you some brutally honest advice, you wouldn’t be in this situation and the last five days wouldn’t have been your hell on earth.
“Hey, babe,” Ava called from the kitchen as came through the front door; Dodger barked.
“Hey, sorry.” You gave them both a quick wave as you rushed down the hallway to your room; you were running late for work due to an impromptu meeting with Professor Killian, who was concerned about your recent decline in mood. They followed you; Ava with her bowl of Lucky Charms, and stood in your doorway, watching you bounce around your room gathering your work clothes. “I’m running so late, Jack’s texted me twice already and-” you stopped and looked around, frowning, “where the hell is my apron?”
“I think it’s in the wash, but you can use mine.” She told you and walked over to her room to grab it while you got changed. “What were you doing at school anyway?” She asked as she walked back towards your room; she stood in the hallway and waited for you, whereas Dodger left for the living room. “You don’t have classes on Friday, did they change your timetable?”
“No, thank God,” you took the apron Ava was holding out and shoved it into your handbag. “I got an email from Professor Killian because he’s concerned about me. Apparently I’ve been very distracted and unproductive in his class.” You rolled your eyes and Ava pursed her lips in response because she knew your professor was right. “What a ridiculous accusation, I turned in two drafts yesterday.” You headed for the bathroom to quickly fix your hair before you left for your fine-dine restaurant job; Ava followed, quietly eating her cereal. “Have I been distracted and unproductive?”
“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” Ava said with a wince.
“Seriously?” You narrowed your eyes at her. “How have I been distracted and unproductive?”
“Babe-” Ava sighed and followed you as you headed for the front door. “Since you decided to stop talking to Chris, you haven’t been particularly focused on anything.” You stopped and turned to her with raised eyebrows. “You go through your days upset and distracted, and yes- you still do your writing and you go to work, but you’re lacking your usual perky personality and it is very noticeable. I mean- If Killian noticed, you know you’re on rough terrain.”
“God, I know,” you sighed. “I know you’re right. I just- I’m trying,” you told her and she nodded, knowing very well you were. “And I want to talk to him, I just feel like if I do- I’m going to freak him out and make him worry and- I don’t want to do that while he’s busy with work.”
“You know he’s never going to be too busy for you, right?”
“I know,” you managed a smile. “But I still don’t want to add more to his already very full plate. I know I’m being very frustrating and ignoring him is not one of my best ideas, but it’s all I have right now.” Ava reached for your elbow and gave your arm a light squeeze because she was starting to understand why you were doing what you were doing. “I’ll talk to him soon, I just need to figure out how to explain everything to him so he doesn’t worry about me after I hang up. Am I making sense?” You chuckled wearily with limited humor. “I feel like I’m just blathering.”
“Perfect sense,” she assured you, smiling. “You care about him, that’s why you’re doing all this. Props, sweetheart. Really, I’m very proud of you and the way you’re coping with everything.” She gave you a quick one arm hug and you smiled, hugging her back. “You’re going to be fine, like I told Chris- you’re a tough nut to crack. But y'know, in a positive light- not the mysterious, hard-to-deal-with meaning. Though you are a puzzle sometimes, a very complicated puzzle.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking macadamia nut,” you joked and both laughed. “I really gotta run,” you told her and she nodded, making her way to the couch to join Dodger as your phone started ringing. The ringtone was your average, day-to-day, every-man ringtone so you picked up without looking at it; you’d no idea Chris had borrowed a phone so he could trick you into picking up his call. He didn’t want to push, but he had a terrible day and he needed to talk to you. “Hello?”
“Here I was thinking you’d let this call go to voicemail too,” Chris’ voice came through and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Um-” He chuckled with limited humor. You were too stunned to process the emotions wrapped in his tone; you couldn’t even tell that he’d been crying. “Hey, um- God, it’s so good to finally hear your voice. How are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m good,” you found yourself lying again. “I’m actually on my way to work, so can I call y-”
“Of course you are,” Chris muttered bitterly; his hand tugging at his hair as he tried not to swear.
“Of course I am?” You felt your eyes narrow even though you knew you deserved whatever Chris was throwing your way. “What is that suppose to mean?” You bit as Ava turned; she saw the expression on your face which meant the call you’d been avoiding had arrived. She found herself lowering her bowl and planting both feet on the ground, preparing to intervene if she needed to- if the fight became bigger than it should. Dodger was on alert too, like he could sense the storm brewing between you and his best friend.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Chris bit back with a scoff. “Are you kidding me right now, Y/N? You haven’t spoken to me in five days! Did we get into a fight, did we break up? I don’t know because we haven’t talked!” You tried to interject, but he didn’t let you. “You’ve avoided all my calls and attempts at FaceTiming you, you reply to all my texts in less than five words- like what is your problem? Did I do something to piss you off, because if I did- please, let me know.”
“Chris-” you began then sighed, “I’m sorry, but this sounds like a fight I can’t get into right now.” You heard him scoff on the other end and you wanted to kick yourself. “It’s not you, okay? I’m just-” you glanced at the clock hanging on your wall, “I need to go. I’ll call you after work and we’ll talk about this then.”
“No,” he practically growled. “We’re going to talk about this now, Y/N. I’ve given you enough time to sort out whatever the hell is going on with you, I want to resolve this now. I don’t care if you’re late for work, this is a lot more important than a shift where they can easily get someone to cover for you. What is going on? Did I do something to upset you?”
“No! God, Chris- not everything is about you.” Your heart ached at the sound of his voice, it ached for him. “I already told you, this isn’t about you.” You said, as you realized how much it was; you missed him dearly and it was affecting your entire being- mind, body, and soul. Up until you heard his voice, you didn’t realize how much your life was in shambles. Sure, school was great and work was good, but- you were alone and apart from your soulmate that you took nineteen years to find. You were not okay, you needed the next seven months to be over. “I’ve just been busy, okay? And I’m busy now, so I really need to end this phone call and call you back later.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” he warned; his voice broke but you were too distraught to notice. “Y/N, we need to communicate. We may be perfect for each other, but God- we are terrible at being in a relationship.” Your eyes narrowed at that. “Couples are meant to be honest with each other. We’re meant to tell each other everything, yet here we are arguing about something that could’ve easily been avoided if we just talked.”
“I don’t even know what we’re arguing about!” You cried with a deep frown; Ava noticed your hand clench into a tight fist and she knew you were about to lost it. “You started this argument, Chris,” you accused and he scoffed. “I was just trying to get to work.” There was a long pause where neither of you said anything, then you did, “I know we need to talk, but I don’t have time to talk to you right now.”
Remember love and how it was a strange concept? How it could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated? How a wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- how all of these factors were capable of tearing a soul into pieces? Well, the two of you were about to experience that ache and anguish.
“Make time,” he bit, trying to hold back his tears. “Have Ava cover your shift so we can talk, Y/N. I’m not asking for a lot here, I’m asking to talk to my girlfriend.” You turned your back towards Ava so she didn’t see you starting to cry, but she knew. “All I want is a second of your time, Y/N, a second of your time to just talk. Can you give me that? Can you give me that and ask me about my day? You’re not the only one who is having a hard time with all of this. I miss you too, and I need you too.”
“This is not how I imagined this conversation would go,” you mumbled under your breath instead of keeping it in your head. That was your mistake; the straw that broke the camel’s back; the prompt that brought forth words Chris didn’t mean and regretted immediately.
“Of course not,” Chris bit. “'Cause everything is just fucking perfect in your stories, isn’t it?” You felt your heart break at the harshness of his tone as well as the bitterness of his words. “Newsflash, Y/N, this is real life and I am not perfect. I am nowhere near fucking perfect,” he spat and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from having a full on breakdown.
“What is your problem, Chris?”
Chris could hear your voice shake and he knew you were crying. He knew he was hurting you and it broke his heart to think that you were crying because of him, but he couldn’t stop the foul words from spilling out of his mouth. “I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be,” he told you and a whimper escaped your lips. “Your expectations are too high and I don’t know how to live up to them. I thought I did, but-” he swallowed, “I don’t.”
“What are you trying to say?” You breathed and Ava jumped up; she knew exactly what was happening. You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t, so you did. “You know I never asked you to be anyone you weren’t, I never expected anything from you.” Ava tried to take the phone out of your hand, but you moved out of her reach. “But clearly, I was wrong. Clearly…” You trailed off because you couldn’t breathe. “I overreached and this was a huge mistake.”
“Y/N, no! Hang up, hang up now!” Ava hissed at you, but you ignored her with a shake of your head and tears streaming down your face. Both of you were tired and stressed out, neither of you knew what you were doing- you were just doing it. “Give me the phone,” Ava urged, reaching for your phone only to have you dodge her attempts, “give me the phone now!”
“If you don’t want to be with me anymore,” you continued before Chris could process what was happening. “If this is too difficult for you, Chris…” You took a shaky breath, doing everything you could to hold yourself together. “Then let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay?” You didn’t wait for him to confirm, you just muttered a “okay.”
He finally processed what you were saying and frowned because that wasn’t at all what he wanted, or where he’d imagined your first fight would end. “No no no,” he quickly said before you hung up on him. “No, that’s not what I want. Y/N, I made a promise-”
“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I didn’t expect you to keep your promise anyway, you’re Chris Evans after all and I’m just…me.” You couldn’t hold it together anymore and you knew it was time to hang up. “Consider that letter void,” you managed with your quivering voice. “Like you said, Chris, this is not a story- it’s real life.” You hung up before he could say anything else, slamming your phone on the dining table as your hand flew to your stomach where you felt like you’d just been stab. “Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with your other hand. “What did I just do?”
“Hey,” Ava was quick to go to your aid, placing a comforting hand on your back that you shook off because you knew you’d lose it if you accepted that comfort. “Y/N, you can’t possibly go to work.” She tried to stop you as you grabbed your bag and made your way to the front door. “No!” She ran in front of you and blocked the door, pushing you back with one hand. “You are not going anywhere, you need to process this.”
“I need to go to work,” you told her in the firmest tone you could muster. You heard Dodger bark, but you couldn’t even look his way because he reminded you too much of the guy you’d so carelessly broke up with. “I’m fine, really,” you tried and failed to assure her. “Now please move out of my way because I am really, really late. Please,” you demanded and she reluctantly did as she was told.
The second you stepped out of the house and the door closed behind you, you broke down. You staggered down the first flight of stairs, hiding on the second so Ava couldn’t see you if she came out. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed, wishing you could take back the past five days so you could do it right this time. You had the perfect guy- the man of your dreams, and what did you do? You tossed him aside like he was nothing when he was actually your north, south, east, and west. You wished Chris was wrong, you wished real life was like your stories so you could be less of a fucking idiot and not ruin everything good in your life.
Title: Who Could It Be at This Hour? Character: Danny Rand Prompt: 28
You were sitting on the floor in your living room, small stacks of papers for new book orders surrounding you as you tried to figure out which ones to sign for first. The television was showing flash flood warnings on the bottom of the screen, the rain wasn’t coming down too hard yet but you had an idea it was going to get worse later tonight.
You looked up from your work when you heard a couple knocks on the door, reaching across the paper piles to reach for your phone. There weren’t any messages from anyone, so who was at your door so late?
Getting up from your spot, you walked over to peer through a window at the top of the door and saw someone wearing dark clothes and a hood covering their face.
Now any sensible person seeing that waiting for them at the front door of their house would be terrified.
But it was storming outside, and you couldn’t help but feel bad just letting them out there.
So slowly, you cracked opened the door to look outside.
The person looked up upon you opening the door and you saw a very upset looking Danny standing there.
“Oh, hello!” You said, grabbing his arm and ushering him inside. “What are you doing here? You’ll get sick out in the rain!”
Danny yanked down his hood, his curls were damp and lightly clung to his forehead. His cheeks looked a little flushed, and he had small bruises and cuts scattered around his face.
“I know, but I had to see you.”
“Is everything alright? You look dreadful.” You helped him to the couch. “Here, I’ll get you a towel.”
“No, I have to talk to you.” Danny said, clutching onto your arm.
You smiled softly, placing your hand onto his and gently releasing yourself from his grasp. “It will take me ten seconds, and we need to warm you up before you get sick.”
Dannu reluctantly agreed, he seemed antsy though, even when you returned with a towel and a warm sweatshirt for him to wear, Danny jumped at the slightest of sounds.
You took the towel and laid it across his head, fluffing up his hair to help with the dampness. “Hey, you look pretty shaken up. Did something happen?”
Danny stared up at you as you dried off his hair, in his trance he almost didn’t hear what you asked him. “Oh, nothing you need to worry out.”
You tossed aside the towel and handed him the sweatshirt. “Put this on, I can put the other one in the dryer.”
He did as told, shedding the wet jacket and shoving on the dry one. “What were you doing? Did I interrupt something important?”
You shook your head, hearing the alarmed tone of his voice you gently ran your hands through his hair to calm him down. “Just some paper work, nothing groundbreaking.”
Danny nodded, remembering all the cuts he had and he tried to move from the ground. “I-I’m getting blood all over your things, I’m sorry.”
You lightly pushed him down. “You’re fine, there just little cuts I can take care of. Just stay here, can you do that for me?”
He didn’t try to get up so you took that as a yes, jogging to the bathroom to locate the small kit of medical supplies you had and then back to him.
“Yes?” You kneeled in front of him and started to clean all the cuts so they didn’t get infected.
“Do you feel safe with me?”
You looked up at him with knitted brows. “What do you mean?”
He shook his head. “Just answer me, please?”
“Of course I do, you’ve never given me a reason to not feel safe around you.” You met his gaze and saw the same scared expression he’d have after Ward did something particularly cruel to him when he was younger.
“Can I show you something?”
You smiled at him. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”
“No, no. I want you to know.”
“Go on then.”
Danny made a fist and held it close to you, there was an intent look on his face for a minute, then his hand started to light up in a faint yellow glow.
It took you a moment to realize what you were looking at was in fact happening and wasn’t some tired trick your brain was pulling on you.
“Woah,” You slowly reached out your hand and placed a few fingers on his fist, it had almost turned translucent and you could see the inner workings of his veins. “How are you doing that?”
Danny unclenched his hand and the glow went away. “Remember how I told you I’d tell you the story about my tattoo?” He asked, waiting for your nod. “Well it’s not really a tattoo, it’s the mark of the Iron Fist.”
“Iron Fist? Sounds like a super hero name.”
Danny chuckled. “Sort of, I earned the title through my years of training with the monks. Iron Fist is a title given to those who complete the trial of Shou-Lao,” He saw the confused look on your face and laughed again. “You don’t really need to know all the details, it just means I’m the protector of K'un-Lun and sworn enemy to the Hand.”
“I’ve heard you mention them before, what do they do?”
Danny shook his head. “No, the less you know about them the safer you’ll be. Trust me.”
You found yourself smiling. “Can you punch through walls?”
Your eyes went wide. “Shut up, that’s so cool!”
Danny watched you go off on a little tangent about how fun it must be to have a real super power, there were a few questions in there about what else he could do, but you scarcely gave him the time to answer them.
Out of all the reactions to his being the Iron Fist, yours was his favorite. You didn’t look weirded out or scared, you were just your usual self.
You were about to ask him something else when Danny leaned down and kissed you, his hands on either side of your face as they dug into your hair and brought you closer to him.
After the initial surprise you started to respond, your hand lightly reached up to hold his cheek, but you must have grazed one of his wounds and he reluctantly pulled away to hiss.
“I forgot about those! Maybe we should call Claire instead, she’s better at this.”
Danny tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned close to you again. “I’ve had worse.”
Those days were the easy days. Now my biggest problem is figuring out whether my ex who was sleeping with and got another girl pregnant was the father of my baby or if it was my best friend of years that I had drunken rebound sex with.
My hand shook and so did my chest as I tried to take a
breath in. My eyes zoned in on the stupid little plus sign on the stupid little
stick that I had to pee on and wait for what felt like forever to get a result
“Shit,” I whispered to myself. “Shit, shit, shit.”
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip to fight the sting of
tears that wanted to slip from my eyes. It almost seemed that the weather
outside was in tune with how I felt as the sound of the heavy rain beating
against the window rang through my ears and echoed against the tiles of the
Throwing the positive pregnancy test in to the bin beside
the counter I take a deep breath and lean against the counter looking at my
reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit, as if I hadn’t slept in a week
and in truth I really hadn’t but I suspected that my pale, washed out face was
more from the vomiting every time I got a whiff of a flower or anything else
that carried a strong scent.
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During questioning about the murder of 23 year old registered nurse Caryn Campbell, Ted Bundy was very evasive and nervous. He also stumbled on his words, backtracked on his story, his voice shook as he spoke, and he nervously giggled in his answers. To Mike Fisher, the detective questioning him, these were all tell tale signs of someone who was lying. The following exchange is taken directly from the transcript of a March 11th interrogation.
MF: All right. Ted, do you recall, uh, January of 1975?
TB: Not with any specificity.
MF: Do you recall… where you were on or about January tenth, 1975? That would have been a Friday?
TB: No, i do not. I mean I’ve been so, I really can’t remember I think I would be a more accurate statement. I have no records, I have no records before me, no diary, no other means of getting hold of that date or that period.
MF: Ok, during January 1975, Ted, were you ever in the state of Colorado?
TB: Possible. Um- it’s, it’s possible. Uh, I can’t say for sure, ok?
MF: If you were in the state of Colorado, do you know where you would have been?
TB: Uh, in the general Rocky Mountain area, you know, like I don’t know, recall names of the routes or the cities, uh, I don’t know the area that well to say for sure.
MF: Ok. Prior to January of 1975-
TB: I dont think, if you tell him, as I understand it, uh, you got, uh, you got a gas record of some place during that period there, and maybe if you would give it to us that would help.
MF: Well, I’m gonna tell, I’m gonna show you a gas record here of, uh, it’s dated January 12, 1975, and, uh, have you look at that. That’s from a gas station in Glenwood Springs, Colorado.
MF: Do you recall making that purchase, Ted?
TB: Well, not specifically. It appears to be my signature and, uh, and I certainly wouldn’t deny it’s my signature if you asked me, but I don't remember making that purchase.
MF: Now you say the signature on the gas credit card looks like yours?
TB: That looks like mine.
MF: It could be your signature.
TB: It probably is. I mean, I, my card was not stolen or missing during that period, and I did use my credit card during that period on a trip through that I may have taken to Colorado.
(At this point Ted became uncomfortable and kept saying that he could not remember where he was or even what he did while on his ‘trip.’ When asked why he was in Colorado at all, he told Mike Fisher it was due to the stress of law exams, as well as just the desire to be out driving.)
MF: Uh, when you take a trip like this, you know, tension from the exams, right?
TB: Well, yeah, I guess, did sort of need to get away from Salt Lake City, and, uh, any kind of drive, and think, I wasn’t really concerned with where I was going, as place or paying a lot of attention to just where I was going or what cities I passed, or, I had no objective in mind.
MF: On January the 12th, 1975, did you kill that young lady up there near Snow-mass-at-Aspen, Colorado?
TB: I certainly didn’t kill anyone anywhere, and I, wherever it was, I didn’t kill anyone.
MF: But you don’t recall any of the occurrences that happened on that trip, I mean-
TB: Well, yeah, of course, I wasn't paying a great deal; of attention to specific places or signposts or mileage traveling, uh, but one thing you would, remember, I mean [laughs], it’s certainly almost, I won’t say that it’s, it’s, unfortunately it concerns you very much, but if you meet someone, you’d remember, especially if you start up a relationship with them, that was not my intention, nor did I do that. Uh, and as far as the question, did I kill anyone, I certainly didn’t. It sounds absurd to say so, but you’ll remember if you’ve done something like that, I certainly didn’t.
Source- The Bundy Murders: A Comprehensive History by Kevin M. Sullivan
A/N: Part 2 is here, yay! (Read previous parts of the mini series: ‘Little Ones - Part 1’ and 'Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist) Side note, is everyone excited for the Oscars? I’m soooo pumped.
“Mama, wake up.” You felt a small hand gently tapping at the top of your head, pulling you out of your much needed slumber. “Mama, it’s my birthday.” You heard your son whisper, his breath warm against your ear. “It’s time to wake up.”
Before you could give in to his incessant tapping and open your eyes, you heard Chris’ voice enter the room. “Buddy,” he chuckled softly, leaning against the door frame with his arms across his chest. “What did I say?” The tapping stopped and the small presence moved. “Your party doesn’t start till two, we have plenty of time. Let your mom sleep,” he told Jack as he lifted the boy into his arms. “Let’s go have breakfast.”
You took a short, sharp breath and opened your eyes, stretching as Chris glanced over his shoulder. He smiled when you smiled, mouthing a “thank you.” He nodded then disappeared around the corner, “mm hm” and “uh huh” and “is that so?” leaving his lips to entertain Jack’s thoughts and questions. You smiled again because he really was the best husband and father; he had stayed up as late as you had last night, yet you were still in bed and he was already up and at it with your excitable son. You looked over at your alarm clock which had been set for 7:30AM and huffed a tired sigh when you saw it was only 6:58AM.
You stretched again then sat up, running your hands through your hair. There was no sense in going back to sleep now, even though you would’ve savored every bit of the next thirty-two minutes; you simply had too much to do. There were a lot of people coming to Jack’s birthday party, a little too many considering he was just a two year old in preschool. But then again, he wasn’t just any two year old in preschool; he was the son of Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N. He had relationships with people no other two year old should have, unless- of course- that two year old was also lucky enough to have parents in the Hollywood industry. It was kind of nice to know there were people willing to fly in specifically for Jack’s birthday, people that you and Chris had worked and become friends with over the years. It was nice, but it was definitely going to be another long, long day for you and Chris.
• • • • • • • •
“Look, it’s Mickey Mouse.” Jack held up a piece of pancake that he’d bitten into the shape of Mickey Mouse’s head; Chris nodded and chuckled in response. “What did you make yours into, Daddy?” He got onto his knees and pressed his hands on the dining table, leaning in to peer at his dad’s plate.
“I- um-” Chris held up his pancake with pursed lips; he hadn’t turned it into anything, he was simply enjoying his breakfast. “It’s an island on the world map,” he told Jack and shrugged. “Pretty cool, huh?” Jack’s eyes narrowed as he studied his dad’s pancake.
“What island?” Jack asked with a raised brow, looking up at his dad.
“Does it matter?” Chris asked, plopping the pancake back down on his plate.
“Yes,” Jack nodded. “Mama always says that detail is key, so what’s the island called?”
“Jackson Island,” Chris quickly answered; he was starting to realize that Jack was like you when it came to trivial things like that; he couldn’t just let it go, he needed an answer. “It’s in the South Pacific, there are no humans there- just um- just dogs. So no,” he said before Jack could ask, “we can’t go and visit.”
“Dodger could go, right?” Jack quizzed. “He’s a dog.”
“Dodger is a dog, yes,” Chris nodded. “But he can’t visit because he’s our dog. What if he likes it there and doesn’t want to come home?” He asked Jack, knowing his attachment to Dodger would make him drop the subject. “We’d miss him terribly, won’t we?”
“Yeah,” Jack nodded, taking his plastic knife and fork to continue eating his pancake. “And I think Dodger would really like it so we shouldn’t tell him about it.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I like that it’s named after me though, Jackson Island. Jackson is a good name,” he murmured with his mouth full.
If you were around, Chris would tell Jack not to talk with his mouth full because you didn’t condone bad table manners. But seeing as you were still upstairs, Chris decided to join him instead; like father, like son. “It is a good name,” he nodded, cutting and forking another piece of pancake in his mouth, “why do you think we named you Jackson?”
“What are you doing?!” Jack’s little mouth fell open when he looked up and saw that his dad had cut another chunk out of his pancake- out of Jackson Island. “Why would you do that, Daddy?” He asked, his lips tightly pursed.
“Do what?” Chris chuckled confusedly.
“You killed Jackson Island, Daddy,” Jack frowned at his dad.
“Bud, it’s not actually-” Chris began as you entered the kitchen; you could hear the commotion from upstairs. As you padded down the staircase, you wondered what trivial issue your silly boy was fussing about this time in the Evans’ household.
“Mama,” Jack climbed off the chair, shrugging off his dad’s touch when Chris tried to help him down. “Daddy killed Jackson Island,” he ran over to you, hugging your legs. You placed a comforting hand on the top of his head and looked over at Chris with a raised brow, chuckling softly when he rolled his eyes to inform you of the importance of the situation. “He’s not a hero, he’s a monster,” he glanced back at Chris, scowling.
“Oh my God,” Chris ran his hand over his beard, chuckling. “All I did was-”
“Hush, Daddy.” You told Chris as you scooped Jack into your arms, resting him on your hip. “You’re on trial for the murder of Jackson Island.” You told him in a teasing tone and he chuckled. “Jack, why don’t you tell me what happened so I can decide it Daddy’s a hero or a monster.”
“What’s his punishment if he’s a monster?”
“I don’t know, what do you want?” You asked and he grinned.
“Can I get one present early?” He asked, cupping your face in his hands.
“Aren’t you decisive?” You moved your face out of his grip, chuckling. You looked over at Chris, who was rolling his eyes as well because you’d both figured out Jack’s master plan. It made sense now why Jack would call his dad- otherwise known as Captain America, his favorite superhero- a monster, he wanted to guilt trip his dad into giving him his present early. “You know what, go eat your breakfast you little monster.” You lowered his giggly self onto his feet, patting his butt.
“I nearly had both of you, didn’t I?” Jack quizzed, climbing back onto his chair.
“Nearly,” Chris nodded. “But you were a little too quick with your demands, you have to drag it ou-”
“Chris,” you cut him off, chuckling. “Don’t teach our child how to become better at manipulation, he’s already a little too good for a two year old.” Chris nodded, suppressing laughter as he took a sip out of his coffee. “And Jack,” he looked over at you, a piece of pancake in his mouth. “I was going to give you one of your presents early.” Jack’s eyes lit up and he grinned. “But-” you chuckled when he pouted, “you tried to play us so now you have to wait.”
“Aw, Mama.” Jack groaned. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” You shook your head with pursed lips; now it was your turn to play him. “Please? I’m sorry, can you please give me the present now?” You beckoned your head at Chris and Jack immediately turned his attention on his dad. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” He forced his way onto Chris’ lap; Chris chuckled, hugging Jack back when Jack hugged him. “You’re not a monster, you’re a hero.” Jack pulled back and cupped Chris’ face in his hands. “You’re my favorite hero.”
“Why am I your favorite hero?” Chris asked, dragging things out like he’d wanted to teach Jack to.
“You’re Captain America!” Jack grinned. “You’ve got a cool shield, you fight really well, you’re so strong and nice, and you wear red and blue. I like red and blue, they’re my favorite colors and you’re my favorite hero.” Chris looked over at you, nodding so you’d go get him his present; you’d both decided to give him the shoes so he could wear them at the party, and so he wouldn’t scowl at his dad when Chris wore those shoes. “You’re my favorite dad too,” he continued, hugging Chris tightly, “I love you so much.”
“And that’s how you do it, Bud.” Chris kissed the top of his head as Jack pulled away, giggling. “See, you gotta really milk the situation to get the best results. Now go,” he lowered Jack onto his feet and beckoned at you, who had returned to the kitchen with his present in hand. “I think you’re going to love your present.”
“Yay!” Jack cheered and ran over to you, giving you a hug as you descended to your knees. “Thank you, Mama.” He told you before pulling away to take his present. He sat on the floor in front of you and unwrapped, revealing the shoe box Chris’ shoes came in. “Are these Daddy’s shoes?!” He looked up at you excitedly and you chuckled.
“Better,” you told him.
“They’re your own shoes so you can stop stealing mine,” Chris chuckled, making his way over as you got to your feet. Chris watched Jack as you walked over to the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup, when you’d returned Jack had got the shoes out of the box and was staring at them in awe. “Do you like them, Bud?”
Jack looked up at the both of you with wide eyes and nodded, a slow but growing smile on his face. “I love them!” He squealed, kicking off his plush slippers to put on his new shoes. “They’re just like Daddy’s, but small so I can wear them while waiting until my feet are big enough!”
“You nailed it,” Chris wrapped an arm around you.
“Yeah, but I don’t think it means he’ll stop bugging you about your shoes.” You chuckled softly when Chris raised a brow because he hadn’t hear what Jack had said. “You didn’t hear what he said, did you? He said he can wear them while waiting until his feet are big enough.”
Chris licked his lips nervously, his fingers playing with the hairs in his beard. His meeting was with Emilia London, an old friend who happened to be the head of production at Sony Pictures. He’d secretly printed a copy of your mini series in its full, original glory while you were asleep last night, after you turned down his suggestion to pitch your Chris Evans mini series. He went behind your back because he wanted it to become something- not because it was a story that surrounded the two of you, but because he believed it had great potential.
“What do you think?” He spoke the second Emilia put the stack of pages down. “Do you like it?” He asked then spoke before Emilia could. “‘Cause I’ll go on the record and say I love it, like- I’d love to direct something like that.” Emilia chuckled softly at Chris’ excitement, knowing he was slightly biased as it was his fiancée’s work. “I know I’m her fiancé,” he said because he knew too. “Which is why I’m asking you, is this worth something?”
“It’s good,” Emilia nodded and Chris grinned. “But,” she continued and his smile faltered. “It’s too perfect.” She explained when she saw Chris’ eyes narrow slightly, “there is nothing other than the pre-term labor to spark excitement, Chris. There is no drama, no problem and resolution. It’s too smooth a ride, it’s not enticing. Yes, it’s super romantic and very sweet but- you know you need more than that to make a good movie, or even a television series.”
“I know,” he nodded, his hand reaching to fiddle with his beard again. “I don’t know,” he sighed. “I just thought the world is chaotic and messy enough for this to be a good escape.” Emilia nodded in agreement with pursed lips. “Thanks for seeing me anyway, I appreciate it. Hopefully her meeting with Geoffrey Davis went well, I really think she has a future in Hollywood.”
“She does,” Emilia nodded, reaching for the stack of pages. “She’s got a lot of potential and she’ll make it very far if she gets the right person to view her work. I can tell you right now Geoffrey Davis is not the right person, he’ll no doubt cancel on her today.” Chris frowned at that, immediately reaching for his phone to text and ask if you were okay. “Y/N is a skilled writer, she’s got a gift for telling stories. A very good eye for detail,” she continued praising your work as she skimmed read the pages again. “Her use of dialogue and imagery, it’s brilliant. Her vocabulary could be expanded, but I guess if she’s thinking of script writing- it really doesn’t matter as long as she gets her point across to the director. I like that she’s got a good balance of clichés and originality, it really sets her apart from others.”
“Yeah, she’s one in seven billion,” Chris smiled when he thought of you, then glanced down at his phone. It was a good sign that you weren’t replying, right? It meant that Geoffrey was meeting with you and you were too busy to respond. “Do you have any other advice?” He reached over and patted the pages like he would a baby because it was your baby. “I’d really like for this to become something.”
“Chris,” she shook her head. “It’s got potential, but it can’t become something if it’s that happy and perfect. She needs to change the plot, or at least- add more into it.” Chris sighed and she did too, then remembered what Chris told her about how the two of you met. “You said the two of you met because of this series, right?”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I found the link in my Twitter mentions a while back and fell in-love with it. I tried to find the writer, but um- everything’s fairly anonymous on Tumblr. But as fate would have it, I met her at the Sydney airport. I saw her in the check-in line and I had this inkling about her, like I had to talk to her. I thought I wouldn’t get to as I missed a few very good chances,” he chuckled when he remembered how many times he failed to approach you. “But then I caught her at Starbucks, made my move, and the rest was as they say…history. We’re engaged now and she’s absolutely perfect for me.”
“How was the getting together for you?”
“God,” he groaned then laughed. “It was such a hassle. A lot of unnecessary drama and road blocks, we practically-” He stopped when he realized what Emilia was getting at; the gleam in her eye and the smile on her face said it all. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Talk to your fiancée first,” she advised after she nodded, and Chris nodded with an excited grin. “But I think you’ve got a story to tell that many, including myself, would love to buy and produce.” She slid the stack of pages back across the table to him. “This is good, but your love story- it’s going to be a lot better.”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded in agreement, “it is.”
• • • • • • • •
You stared at your phone, contemplating whether or not to reply Chris’ “is everything okay?” If you didn’t reply, he’d think you were still in the meeting and it’d give you some more time to come up with a better story of what happened. So you left it, ignored your fiancé’s text, and continued doodling on your paper coaster.
You stirred your untouched vanilla latte which had gone cold; the toasted blueberry bagel you’d bought and not even taken a bite of had gone stale as well. You weren’t really in the mood to eat or drink anything, not with everything you’d heard everyone say about you and your relationship with Chris running through your mind. You doodled a little cartoon version of you like the doodle from your mini-series, except this time you were holding a broom and not an Oscar. It was clear where your future laid, absolutely not in Hollywood. You knew you were being over dramatic. You also realized you’d broken the promise you’d made Chris, your mom, and Ava: to not let one rejection fuck you over. You tried to keep it, but it was hard; you were pretty fucked.
“Miss Y/L/N?” You heard a familiar male voice and looked up, realizing why it was so familiar; it was only a voice you’d spent the last three years listening to at lectures. Because why not? Why not have your least favorite professor tell you how much you sucked after you were rejected by a huge production company. Though you were being slightly unfair, he was only your least favorite because he was boring compared to the rest of your professors- he’d always been kind to you. You managed a smile when he asked, “is everything alright?”
“I could lie and say ‘yes’, but I think we’d both know I was lying.” You said and he nodded, chuckling. He used his hand to gesture at the chair, politely asking without words if he could join you. “Yeah,” you quickly nodded, “of course.”
“Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you?”
“I would, but not with one of my old professors,” you admitted and he nodded with an understanding smile. “Can I ask you something, and will you be honest with me?” He nodded again, then took a sip from his paper cup. “Did you mean it when you told me I had potential?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he answered. “Why? Did something happen, is that why you’re doubting yourself?” You dropped your gaze, stirring your cold coffee. “You did that a lot in class too, you know. I’d tell you to change one paragraph, and you’d freak out and question your entire piece.” You chuckled softly with limited humor; all your teachers- since you were in grade school- always had that same comment. “You’re good, Y/N. I could tell you that a thousand times, but you need to believe it yourself.”
“I know,” you nodded, dropping your hand to your lap. “I just- I had a meeting with New Line Cinema and they didn’t even want to see me.” He sighed because he knew all the setbacks that came with the industry you wanted to be apart of. “They were so mean about it too, I mean- are they all going to be like that?”
“Pretty much,” he nodded. “But you knew that going in, I told you what would happen and you told me you could handle it.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Look,” he chuckled; you reminded him a lot of his younger sister, even the twelve year age gap between you and him were about the same. “It’s going to be a rough ride, but if you’re truly passionate about it- you’re going to get there. You’ve got potential, Y/N. I believe in you, you just need to believe in yourself.”
“Thank you, Professor Killian,” you smiled.
“You can call me Daniel, all my friends do.” He held out his hand for you to shake and you shook it, smiling. “And it’s not like I’m your professor anymore,” he reminded you as you both withdrew your hands. “Which is kind of a relief, 'cause I hated being your least favorite.” He teased and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you grimaced.
“You weren’t my least favorite,” you tried to defend yourself and he laughed, shaking his head as if to say it was alright. “I liked you as a person, you were always very nice to me. I just-” you winced as you admitted in a sheepish tone, “your class was boring compared to the others.”
“Not every teacher is meant to inspire and mesmerize, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Some are just meant to guide an already brilliant mind, a mind like yours.” He told you and you smiled. “You may have come third in the class, but you’re the only one I see doing some very incredible things. Just keep doing what you’re doing and don’t let the setbacks kill that light you carry, it’s what makes you and your writing special.”
“Do you have any other advice?”
“Dump that fiancé of yours,” he responded and you frowned; all that fondness you carried for him faded as soon as he said that. You felt your jaw tightened as he continued, “you’re never going to make if you stay with him. No one is going to take you seriously if all they see you as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I bet you were turned away today because of him, weren’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter why I was turned away,” you bit and Daniel knew he’d struck a chord; he did it on purpose, just to see how you’d react and so far- it was exactly as he’d expected. “And I couldn’t care less if all they see me as is Chris Evans’ fiancée. I’d be happy to be just his wife and mother of his children because it is not a bad thing to be. Honestly- if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, I’m going to die a very happy woman.”
“I know,” he nodded and your facials turned from angry to confused. “I just said all that to see if you really love him as much as you say you do.” You must have looked even more confused because you couldn’t remember talking to your professor about Chris. “I read your mini series, the one that brought the two of you together? It’s aspiring, it’s the kind of love people spend their entire lives trying to find. I’m lucky, I’ve found that with my wife. And you are too,” he nodded and you smiled. “Everything is going to work out for you, your relationship- your career, it’s going to work. It’ll take some time, but it’ll work out.”
Your phone chimed and its screen lit up, both yours and Daniel’s gaze darted to it. Daniel drank the rest of his coffee as he rose to his feet, “I should probably get going. Mandy sent me to get diapers and this was a little detour.” You looked up at him and smiled because you didn’t know he was a dad. “It was nice seeing you again, Y/N.”
“You too, Prof- Daniel,” you corrected yourself and he smiled, turning on his heel and making his way towards the exit. You waved at him as he got into his car then turned your attention back to your phone. You picked it up and opened Chris’ text, chuckling in absolute awe and amazement when you saw what he sent you.
Imagine : Maybe Peter isn’t the only one with a secret (Part 1)
A/N : It’s my first Peter Parker imagine so feel free to correct me if something is wrong even though I will focus more on Peter and the reader’s relationship. I’ll probably do several parts (at least two) because I don’t want this to be too long (I’ll try lol) so if you don’t know yet what’s really happening, it’s normal. Also, english is not my first language so if you see any (big or not) mistake, don’t hesitate to message me ! That said, I hope you’ll enjoy this !
You remembered how easy it was to just go into your bed and have a good night sleep. You remembered how everything used to be easy. Now that you were thinking about it, you couldn’t really tell the last time you had a real good night sleep. You couldn’t tell either the last time that something went normal. You started to accept that your life won’t be the same again, but even your friendship with Peter wasn’t the same. And that was hard to admit.
You barely saw him today, he was so busy that even school didn’t seem to be in his priorities anymore. You were worried about him but he would always say he was doing fine, he was just “so busy”. At first, you would naively believe him, and forget about it because of course Peter had a life. You weren’t his world, you couldn’t stay together all the time.
But when you got in an accident that almost killed you, you thought that all these “I’m fine” from Peter could be lies, because you knew that it was what you were doing. Lying. If anything “good” came from the accident, it was that Peter and you were close again, but you still felt like something was wrong with him. At one point, you even felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you couldn’t do anything about it. Because he already closed himself off and you were slowly doing the same.
After the car accident, you were prepared for the nightmares and the flashbacks. But you were not at all ready for what soon became your routine. Then came another kind of nightmares and horror, and at these times, you really missed the sleepover at Peter’s. You missed his reassuring presence. And you hated this walls that would separate his room from yours, but what you hated the most were the invisible -but very present- walls between the two of you.
Your eyes were slowly closing without your consent as you were trying to fight the need to sleep. Even with the lights on, you hated the darkness’ feelings that came when you closed your eyes. You knew you were about to live the accident again, you couldn’t run from it, even if you tried.
It was around 3am when screaming woke Peter up. It took him only a few seconds to recognize your voice. And even less for his heart to be broken. It wasn’t the first time he would hear you having nightmares, but he knew these nightmares were different and that they would happen again and again. He knew that because even if you didn’t say it out loud, Peter knew you. And he knew the accident changed you, he just didn’t know how much yet. Plus, he had nightmares too, nightmares that were too real for him. Being spiderman was a huge responsibility.
He hesitated to come as spiderman but decided you probably needed him, your best friend, not a stranger in a costume. He quickly dressed up and opened his window. Of course the door would have been easier but passing by the window was faster and he would be directly in your room.
Making sure nobody was coming in your room, Peter opened slowly your window, praying he wouldn’t scare you more than you already were, fighting your own demons. He noticed you left a night light, which was something new. Peter didn’t know it was to keep the darkness away but he guessed it was related to your accident in a way. He approached carefully and saw you were crying in your sleep, which broke even more his heart. Putting his shyness and insecurities away, he sat on your bed and put one of his hand on your arm, caressing you softly.
“Y/N” he whispered, “wake up. It’s Peter.”
You felt his warm hand before you heard his voice. You didn’t wake up yet, still trapped in your nightmare. That’s when he touched your cheek and called you again that you woke up, sweaty and completely panicked.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s over. I’m here (Y/N). Are you okay ?”
He knew his question was stupid, who could ever be okay after a nightmare ? But before he could say anything, you came closer and went into his arms, only wanting to feel his warm and forget about everything for a bit. If you were holding Peter tight, he was hugging you even tighter, caressing your hair slowly. None of you spoke for several minutes but no one felt the need to speak. It wasn’t embarrassing at all, just reassuring, and it was all you needed.
“Did I wake you ?” You asked after a moment, your throat still dry.
“No.” Peter lied, “but don’t worry about that. Do you need anything ?” He pulled away only a little so you would still be in his arms, his brown eyes on you were full of caring.
You shook your head ‘no’ but cleared your throat before adding “I just need you to stay with me. Please. Can you stay here tonight ?” Your voice was shaking, you were nearly crying.
Peter frowned and at first you thought your demand was too much and that Peter didn’t want to stay but the boy was just upset to see you like this. He couldn’t stand to see you like this knowing he couldn’t do anything. He was spiderman, the guy that had the power to help people, yet he couldn’t help you.
“Of course I’m staying. I’m not leaving, I promise.” And you knew he didn’t only mean it for tonight, it was a promise but also an apologize for all the times he let you down.
“You know, I’m not mad at you or anything Peter.” You whispered. “Of course I miss you and it’s weird not having you with me like I used to but I get that you’re busy, or that you’re doing things that only concern yourself. It’s just… I really need you… right now…”
Peter slowly placed his hand in yours before laying down on your bed, making you do the same. Your nightmare was still present but it was slowly fading away with Peter’s presence. He bring you closer, your head finding its place on his chest, and still hugging you tight.
“I’m here. I’m not letting anything happen to you.” He whispered before adding “not again”.
Seeing you so vulnerable made Peter weak. Even though he didn’t know he was helping you just by being here, he thought he was helpless. He wanted to kiss you and tell you how much he loved you, but he couldn’t do that right now. It wasn’t the right moment. He knew he had to wait, for the both of you to be in a better place. And he knew it could take time, but he was willing to wait. The only thing that mattered to him right now was your safety. He wanted to tell you everything, why he was distant and how he became spiderman, that he never wanted you or Ned to feel forgotten. He wanted to tell you how he wished he could have prevented your accident from happening. He just wanted to tell you that things will be alright, but he didn’t know yet what was happening to you, and that it was kind of bigger than the two of you. If he was the light, the sparkle and the hope, you were the darkness, the sorrow and the death.
“Hey girl!” Jensen smiles, running at you with a big goofy grin on his face. You still see your good ol Texas boy best friend in there, but you could definitely see the California boy in him too. And damn did he look good.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and swung you around, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. You tried not to over analyze and opt for squealing in surprise instead.
“Hey, Jen!” You laugh with delight, throwing your arms around his neck and hanging on for dear life.
He laughed against you, and you feel a warmth settle in you. Man, you’ve missed that sound.
Finally he lets your feet hit the ground and gets a good look at you. “God. I’ve missed you,” he says, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You lean into his touch for a second before you snap out of it.
“Boy, you’ve really picked up some moves haven’t you bud?” you tease, pushing at his chest playfully.
His eyes flicker briefly to your mouth and back to your eyes before his hand drops from your face like he suddenly realized that wasn’t something you guys did all the time. You let out a shaky sigh at the loss of contact.
Then without warning, his hand lands on your hip, and he pulls you flush against his chest. “I’ll show you moves, Y/N,” he almost growls, his lips approaching yours quickly.
You have no time to register what is happening before he is kissing you, and you’re letting him. His hands are in your hair and yours in his. The kiss is slow and heated, but builds into desperation. Years and hidden feelings, at least on your part, suddenly flooding to the surface as you cling tightly to Jensen.
Finally, he pulls away leaving your chest heaving as you stare open mouthed at his swollen lips. His mouth turns up in a smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we we’re 14,” he admits, his eyes flying to meet yours, darting back and forth between yours, gauging your response.
“Seriously?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Why didn’t you?”
He scoffed and laughed a little. “You really don’t know why?” He stared into your eyes. When you didn’t answer and just looked at him waiting for him to continue, he powered on. “You were my best friend. You always came to me about every guy that was chasing you. I gave you advice. How was I supposed to tell you that I wanted those guys to go to hell? That I wanted you to be mine when you were so excited about them? I loved seeing you happy,” he smiled sadly.
“Jen,” you whispered, placing your hand on his face. He leaned into your touch. “I talked about all those guys because I wanted YOU to say something,” you sighed, resting your forehead against his. “Teenagers are idiots,” you laughed.
His lips crashed to yours again, and this time you were ready. A moan left your throat as his hands roamed your body. You’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Jensen really touch you, and it took him running off and becoming famous for it to happen.
“Well, we aren’t teens anymore. Be mine? Stay here with me?” He asked, a flicker of what looked like fear of rejection in his eyes.
You kissed him again. “I got the record deal, Jen. This isn’t just a visit. I’m moving out here,” you smiled.
He picked you up again and swung you in a circle. “I told you!” He practically yelled into your hair. “That’s amazing!” he smiled, setting you down again. “Where will you stay?”
You shuffled your feet and glanced down. “Well, I had plans to ask my best friend for a place to crash but I’m not sure he is my best friend anymore,” you admitted.
“Best friend, boyfriend. Just means we get to make out now. And stuff,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “And of course you’re staying with me. Not crashing. Staying,” he said with finality.
He kissed you as if that sealed the deal. You moved to LA for a record deal and to be close to your best friend. In a matter of hours your world seemed to
turn upside down.
I saw you asking for gifs especially Jensen. I thought this was cute. 😄