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hiiiii i don't know if you take prompts or requests or anything, but would you maybe consider writing a sequel to A Moment Too Late? maybe with a happy ending? i love your writing!!

I tried for what I’ll call a happy-ish ending, but I hope you still enjoy it!

*WARNING* This piece and part 1 mention attempted suicide and can be difficult for some. Please, please, please be sure you feel comfortable reading about this topic before clicking below the title.

In The Nick of Time

Damian took his first step into the city of love at 4:00 pm.

He had a general idea of where to begin, but the combination of no sleep and jet lag was taking its toll. He had tried reaching out to her several times on the flight over, but she ignored his every effort. It could have just been the fact that she was in her classes. She may have been suicidal, but maybe she still took her education seriously?

It wasn’t likely, but it helped put his mind at some ease, hoping he still had time. His first order of business was renting a car. Technically speaking, his father had a villa on the outskirts of the city with a multitude of cars to pick from, but seeing as no one knew where he was, he wasn’t eager to tip them off.

He gazed over the taxis lined up, eagerly looking to take advantage of the tourists piling out of the airport behind him. He didn’t want someone to eager, he just needed someone who looked on the brim of exhaustion. His eyes landed on a poor man propped against his car, his eyes drooping like Tim before his first cup of the day. Perfect.

“Excuse me sir, but I’d like to rent your car from you for the day.”

The man peeked one eye open as he glanced warily over Damian.

“Scram kid, it’s a package deal, me and my car. You can’t just rent one or the other-”

Damian smirked as the man snatched the bundle of money from his hand, popping off the taxi light that stood on top of his car. As Damian slipped into the driver’s seat, he motioned for the man to step back over.

“Here’s a couple of extra bills to catch yourself a taxi home.”

The man’s mouth gaped as if he was searching for air underwater. Damian didn’t even bother to see if he would step back from the curb as he pulled off. The one benefit of the agonizing six-hour flight was Tim’s laptop. Damian had managed to hack into each of the high schools around the city until he narrowed it down to three Marinette’s. After looking at approximate ages and distance, he assumed she had to be the first; one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Her family owned a bakery a little less than a mile from the high school and on the off chance she hadn’t stayed for any clubs or activities, she should be arriving there at any moment. Damian tapped the address into his phone ignoring the multitude of messages he had between his father and Dick.

It was a simple fifteen-minute drive from the airport.

Damian exhaled sharply as he sped down the exit. Fifteen minutes was enough time. It had to be enough time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Welcome to the bakery! Is there anything I can interest you to today?”

The woman’s face wore a mixture of fake smiles and exhaustion. It might’ve been enough to fool the average customer, but to Damian, she simply looked one gust of wind from collapsing.

“Uhm, I’m looking for Marinette? Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Is she here?”

Instantly her fake smile dropped and the exhaustion settled into the creases of her face. There wasn’t even a hint of worry at the mention of her daughter’s name from a stranger’s mouth. It irritated him.

“Look, whatever she did now, we don’t have any money for a settlement. Maybe you can work out a deal with her, but we have nothing more to give.”

The woman offered him a half bow before pointing him to a small door at the back of the store. He assumed she meant for him to go through it and without another word, he stepped past her. As he made his way up the countless stairs, his irritation only grew.

He was well aware that there were parents out there indifferent to their children, but his soulmate wasn’t supposed to have one. She was always so happy and carefree when they were younger, abusing the bond whenever she could. He assumed it was because her parents had drilled into her that it was within her right too. But after that short interaction, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Finally, a white door came into view. Hesitantly, he reached out the knob twisting without resistance. Inside was a moderate flat with what appeared to be an attic access. As first impressions went, he thought it seemed like a warm and gentle place to grow up in. Very different from the windowless stone building he began in.

He slipped out of his shoes, placing them beside a pair of light pink ballet flats before taking his first step. Someone was home and by the looks of it, it should be his soulmate. Damian contemplated on whether to call out or not. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he thought it might be worse if he just opened random doors instead. Finally, he settled on attempting their soulmate link once more.

“Marinette? Are you there?”

There was no answer, but he couldn’t be sure if that was just the continued strike from his earlier efforts. Tentatively, he took another step forward, his eyes scanning the apartment. It was pretty much an open concept, so he could see everything quite easily. The only thing that eluded him was the staircase leading above.

That had to be where she was.

“Marinette? That’s how you pronounce your name, right?” Damian sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to hit himself. No matter how he intended it, he sounded like he was some stalker here to kidnap her. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just wanted to talk.”

It didn’t sound any better. Maybe he should've stuck with a gentle introduction through their bond. Speaking out loud only reminded him how terrible he was with people. Animals were easier. Everything that needed to be said could be expressed through body language.

Biting the bullet, he decided it couldn’t get any worse than barging straight up the staircase into the attic. As he pushed open the access, the first thought that crossed his mind was-

“A mess,” clothes were strewn across the floor, remnants of paper scattered within the piles. The walls were a soft pink at one point, but it looked as if someone had taken a paint scraper to them, mere flakes hanging on by a thread. For such a well-put-together apartment, the room almost seemed abandoned.

Pulling himself into the room, Damian left his legs to dangle, his toes longing for the security of the stairs just below him. It didn't seem that she was in here either. He remembered passing another floor, perhaps that was also part of their apartment? Just as he decided to plant his feet back onto the sturdy steps, his fingers brushed over one of the scraps of paper he had seen earlier.

Instinctively, he pulled his hand away from the floor, his eyebrows furrowing. Damian was fairly certain that wasn’t how paper should feel. Reaching back out, he gathered a few nearby scraps. Turning them over one by one, a picture began to form. A group of girls, all laughing completely lost in a moment of time. His curiosity bested him as he pulled himself into the room, gathering each of the scraps he could find.

A half dozen photos was all he could form by the time he collected the larger pieces. Most were group shots, but two were of a blonde guy. Upon further analysis, he determined that he was the son of the fashion dictator Gabriel Agreste. He had seen the boy at a couple of Bruce’s international parties.

Perhaps she thought he was attractive? After all, the photos seemed to be ripped from a magazine, unlike the other four. As he glanced around the room once more, he felt like he had finally found a straw to grasp at. A reason she dropped so far, so fast.

But as much as he gathered from her room, he still had no idea as to where she might be. Her shoes were at the door, but it didn’t seem as if she was anywhere in the apartment. Standing slowly, Damian took a step back toward the access he had entered through when a breeze tickled the back of his neck.

His entire body stiffened as his hand moved slowly to where he kept his emergency kunai.

“Is that you, Marinette? If so, you’re pretty good at masking your presence. I didn’t even sense you approaching.”

There was no response, but now that he knew she was there, it was easier to pick up on her shallow breathing. In one swift movement, Damian flicked his wrist backward, ducking to avoid any retaliation.

A soft grunt earned a glance backward, his eyes widening a bit at the sight. She hadn’t even tried to dodge it. Lodged into her right shoulder was his kunai, and just below it, centimeters away from her heart, was a pocket knife. A bright pink light blinded him and instinctively his arms darted out. When he could see again, a petite figure rested against his frame.

“Marinette?” She was unresponsive, a deep ruby dripping from her wounds. “Marinette!”

What was this panic he felt rising? He’d seen comrades die on the battlefield before, wounds more deadly than this. So why couldn’t he move? Logically, he knew he had to act fast, but his body wouldn’t inch.

“You’re her soulmate, right? Do something!” Damian’s head snapped up, but he couldn’t find where the voice came from. Whoever it was, it was enough to break whatever daze he had fallen into.

“Okay Marinette, I have basic medical training and I can patch you, slow the bleeding, but I can’t remove either blade. Do you understand? I’m going to have to move you, quickly and as stable as possible.” Her breathing was shallow, but her eyelids flickered in what he hoped was a response. As gently as her could, he lifted her into his arms, attempting to avoid moving either stab wound. Her soft grunt pulled at his heart. “Hold on a little longer Marinette, please, I need to apologize.”

The stairs were one agonizing moment after another and as he laid her into the backseat of his rented car, he felt winded himself. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Damian quickly pulled out his phone, cursing as it slid through his hands.

“Dammit, where did it fall?” He frantically searched, his heart rate rising with every passing moment. Was this the world’s way of punishing him? He killed and fought and argued every passing moment of his life. He pushed her away and now that he thought he was making a change, he could just waltz back into her life as if nothing had happened? He wasn’t going to make it.

“Just drive, I’ll guide you.” Had he finally lost it? It was the same imaginary voice he had heard before. Perhaps it was his subconscious, a guardian angel? Could he really trust it? “Drive boy, take a left at the stop sign.”

He couldn’t afford to wait another moment so he did what felt most logical; he drove. The drive was killing him, each painful breath becoming slower, a dagger to his heart as they escaped from her mouth.

“Just leave the car in the front, save my friend.” The only thing keeping him going was the voice.

Damian had barely parked, his feet already slamming on the pavement before the engine had stopped. Gathering her into his arms, he burst through the sliding doors, the fear rising in his throat.

“Help! I need help!” He knew his French was rusty, but he had to try. The nurse tentatively approached him, her gasp needing no explanation. A stretcher was rushed, and as they ripped her from his arms, Damian couldn’t help the anger he felt.

“Be careful with her! She’s going to die if they shift too much!” A security guard stepped over, his hands raised as if he meant to calm Damian. He took another step forward, trying to grip Damian’s arm. “What are you doing? I need to be with her! Marinette I’m right here! Can’t you hear me? I need you Marinette! Please don’t leave me!”

Damian watched as they placed the stethoscope on her chest, grim expressions hastening their step.

“Don’t look at her like that! Help her! Please!” It felt as if his lungs were collapsing, his vision blurring. Why was he reacting like this? He barely knew her. In fact, this was his first time ever seeing her.

“Sir, please calm down. They are treating your friend right now, the best thing you can do for her is sit and wait.”

The man led him to a couch where his legs finally caved, his back sinking into the chair. Damian lifted his hands to his face, wiping the tears he hadn’t even realized he had cried, but it only left his cheeks damper than before. Slowly, he pulled back his hands, his stomach plummeting. There wasn’t an inch of skin left uncovered by the red.

“Oh, oh,” Had he really not noticed how much blood she had lost? He was so focused on getting her here that he didn’t even consider if she would make it. “I thought I could make it, I thought I still had time.”

Damian recognized this feeling rising in his chest. It was the same as when he collapsed on the roof, the same as when he heard from her after so many years of silence. Was this what his mother meant by a soulmate bond being a distraction?

He had never understood why people took the insane challenge of fighting his Grandfather for a chance to leave the league in search of their soulmate. If he was honest, he thought it was a pointless endeavor and he couldn’t begin to imagine how someone believed they could pull it off. But, as his chest tightened with the rising waves of nausea, a realization washed over him.

A soulmate bond was so powerful that even if you just met them, you felt the need to protect them, to care for them. You became vulnerable for them, scared to lose them, terrified of how the world would be without them. It was a terrible weakness and a strong ally.

“Can you walk to the bathroom?” Damian felt his head stir, but it was as if it were being pulled by strings, out of his control. “I’ll explain everything if you could just meet me there.”

How could this voice be so all-knowing? Hadn’t it just surfaced from his subconscious as a way to kickstart his movement again? Yet, if that were the case, why did he find himself rising, stumbling toward the bathroom in a daze?

He slipped into the closest stall, collapsing against the door, the minute it locked. Why did he feel so drained? It was less than 500 feet.

“Do you need to sit down? I know that this must be hard on you.”

Damian’s eyes scanned the stall in search of a source for the voice, but alas, he came up with nothing. Sliding to the ground, he chuckled to himself, his hand clutching his shirt.

“I’ve finally lost it. Todd told me this day would come, but how could a dumbass like him even know?”

“You haven’t lost anything, I’m right in front of you, you just have to push through the veil.”

Damian perked up, squinting his eyes at the space directly in front of him. Slowly, but surely, his eyes focused on a red blur until the floating object came into full view.

“Holy shi-” Two paw-like things pressed his lips together, a disapproving look monopolizing its small face.

“Can you keep it down? And what’s with all this foul language? I can’t say I approve of you being my Chosen’s soulmate with a mouth like that.”

It floated a few inches away, crossing its arms as if trying to push the point across. Damian tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. He was positive that he hadn’t had anything. Perhaps this was one of those sleepless hallucinations that Drake constantly rambled on about?

“I know that look, I’m not a hallucination, I’m a kwamii! My name is Tikki and I am Marinette’s partner. Together, we merge to become the superheroine of Paris, Ladybug.”

Ladybug? He had heard Bruce mention a Parisian team. They asked for any heroes to stay out of Paris as their villain was one that manipulated emotions, turning his victims into puppets of his own bidding. No wonder Bruce and Dick were blowing up his phone. They weren’t just worried about him running off, they were also worried about him breaking an international treaty.

Damian blinked slowly as he processed the image in front of him. Kwamiis. He had heard the legend of them back when he was apart of the League of Assassins, but he had no idea they truly existed. Why was his soulmate in possession of the most powerful being in the world?

“It’s a long story soulmate of the Chosen. I have traveled long and wide and have had many wielders before, but never one as capable as Marinette. When I first found myself as her partner, she was clumsy and shy, but so friendly and kind, always going out of her way to help people. Together, we defeated the original Hawkmoth, but in the battle, his kwamii was reclaimed by one of his partners and a new Lady Hawk emerged.”

“Why are you telling me this?” The kwamii shot him a questioning look as if the answer was obvious.

“I’m trying to give you the full picture of where it all began. You blame yourself as the catalyst, but you were only a small stepping stone in her downfall, almost not worth mentioning.”

Damian felt an odd swelling in his chest. It almost felt like, relief? Had he really been this worried that he had pushed her down this path? A lonesome tear trickled from his eye, but he was quick to snatch away.

“Marinette had friends, a boyfriend even. She wasn’t completely lost without a soulmate. After all, her parents weren’t soulmates, and her best friend was rejected by their soulmate too. She was happy.” The kwamii paused, her smile reminiscing before it slowly morphed into a frown. But it all changed when a wretched girl transferred into her middle school.”

“Just one girl changed everything?”

The kwamii nodded, small tears forming.

“She was the real catalyst. The reason everything fell apart.”

Damian lost track of how long he sat listening to the small God. When he stood to return to the waiting room, he couldn’t help but clench his fist in an attempt to calm himself. Marinette had to pull through, she just had to. Damian had to show her that there was more to life than this shitty one in Paris. He had to rescue her like his family had for him.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It was 36 hours before he was allowed back to see her.

She had been lucky, the knife had missed her vital organs and even though it had punctured her lung, she seemed to be on track for a full recovery, one that she needed to take slowly. Damian dealt with the police on her behalf and thanks to Tikki’s information, he was able to help them identify the mugger.

Tikki had gone ahead to talk to Marinette and to give him time to freshen up. He didn’t have much, but the little he had packed at least got him fresh clothing, clothing not stained with her blood. Alfred would not be happy with him once he returned.

Damian was unsure how to approach her. He had found some flowers in the gift shop he thought were nice and some chocolates as well. But as he stood in front of her hospital room, he realized he hadn’t figured out the first thing he should say to her.

I’m sorry? No, that sounded too arrogant after everything she had been through. My name’s Damian, I saved your life? No, that would be condescending. God, he really hated talking to people.

“Are you going to come in or just sit outside all day?” Her voice sent shivers down his spine. She hadn’t always been this cold, but he couldn’t blame her.

Hesitantly, he reached out, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. She looked angry, slight red emphasized on her pale skin, the dark circles under her eyes protruding as if they dared him to comment on them. There were a million and one wires and tubes poking out in different directions, some hooked to machines, some to random bags of fluid.

Yet, despite all of it, she still looked absolutely stunning.

“Well, sit down or something. You’re creeping me out just standing there.”

Damian shuffled awkwardly to the opposite side of her bed, his legs wobbling as he lowered himself into the chair.

“Uhm, I brought you some flowers-”

“I hate the color white.” Damian felt his eyebrow twitch, but he tried his best to hold back the expression he felt. Gently, he reached back, setting the flowers on the windowsill.

“I-Uhm-I also brought you some chocolat-”

“I’m on a liquid-only diet for the next two weeks.”

Damian could feel the red rushing to his face as he breathed deeply. He knew there was a chance that she would be spiteful, but he hadn’t been completely ready for it. His fuse was short, even if it was his soulmate, he wasn’t sure he could contain the explosion.

“Are you feeling any better?” Marinette scoffed, her eyes never leaving her hands.

“Did you fly all the way to Paris for small talk Damian?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, knowing his next words might be his last. “Ask what you really want to. Like why did I detransform before trying to face the mugger? Or why have I tried to kill myself multiple times even if each time ended in failure?”

“I-”

“Ask me why all my friends left me. Ask me why my master chose the easy way out, forgetting everything before passing on weeks later without even a single message about his death from him or his girlfriend. Ask me why I hate life so much that I just don’t see the reason in living anymore. Ask me if I think you’ll change my mind! Spoiler alert! You won’-”

“God woman, do you ever shut up? Give me five damn seconds to get my thoughts together.”

Damian instantly felt the eyes of Tikki fall upon him, the anger draining from his body only to be replaced by his rising fear. He felt the apology building up, but before he could even let the first word spill out, a bitter laugh cut him off.

“Yeah, I do shut up. But only sometimes. I figured Tikki told you everything. I also figured you’d have questions. I’m not interested in telling my sob story over again and I’m not interested in some knight in shining armor swooping in to save me, Got it?”

Damian tried to speak, but it was as if his voice were caught in his throat. What could he say to her? He wasn’t trying to be her knight? He didn’t need her explanations? Everything sounded so thoughtless, but he couldn’t string together one coherent and earnest sentence to save his life.

“What I am interested in is your nonsensical shouting. You ‘need me’? You just met me, how do you know that you need me?”

If he wasn’t already as red as a tomato, he was certain that was how he looked now.

“I,” he cleared his voice, praying to whatever was listening to keep the crack away, “I just had this feeling swell up in my chest seeing you like that. I was terrified and it scared me. It scared me to feel that way about someone who I had just laid eyes on. I had heard about soulmate bonds and how they affect you. They can strengthen you, but they can also be your downfall. I needed to get to know you, to know how our bond would affect me.”

He paused, the feeling of her eyes on him choking him up.

“I, uh, I know it’s selfish, but I couldn’t let you die. You don’t have to believe me, you don’t even have to listen to me, but I have been where you are before. But before I could even make my first attempt, I had a group of people come into my life, people who lifted me up and saved me. I was scared that you didn’t have that and I arrogantly believed I could do that for you. I’m truly sorry Marinette, but I refuse to apologize for saving your life. If I could, I would do it over and over and over again as many times as it takes until you decide to keep living.”

The silence was deafening. Even if she just yelled at him and told him to leave, he would take it over this quiet. He didn’t dare look up, he barely felt the urge to breathe. It was as if everything fiber in him was holding their breath, waiting to hear her response, any response.

“You’re really not gonna leave me alone, huh?”

Her voice sounded tight as if she were holding back tears. The urge surged through him to reach forward and pull her into a hug, but he contained himself, defaulting to a simple nod instead. Again, the silence followed, but he was patient. He would wait all day if it meant hearing her speak again.

“Fine. I’m not guaranteeing a damn thing, but I can offer you a start.”

“A start?” Damian risked a small glance up, his heart racing at the sight. She was smiling, a genuine smile. It looked out of place among her tear-stained face, but he would be lying if he didn’t say it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Yeah, apparently I’m going to need someone to stay by my side 24/7 when they release me. Someone to take care of me. A stay-at-home nurse if you will. So, I nominate you, Damian. Your response?”

“Absolutely, it would be my honor.” His reply was instant, his smile unwavering even after she chucked her pillow at him, cussing him out in a manner that Todd would be proud of.

Yes, it was just a start. Yes, it didn't mean anything was fixed. But, there was one thing that put his heart at ease.

He wasn’t too late.

No, in fact, he was just in time to save her life. And at that very moment, he vowed to never wait till it was almost too late again.

Despite everything that had happened, he decided he could live with that.

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An Unforgettable Halloween | Luke Patterson

Requested by anon: hiiiii! can i do a jatp luke x reader imagine where it’s halloween and reader runs into Luke and they spend the whole day making Luke forget he’s dead? thanks! <3 love your writing by the way

A/N: Thank you for this request, anon! I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you like it!! Idk why I always need to have the reader and Luke/Charlie singing together, but here ya go anyway. The song used is Favorite Place by All Time Low. :)

Pairing: Luke x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 4,447

Halloween. It’s never been my favorite holiday. My poor, feeble heart can’t handle all the scares and creepy stuff. And besides, it’s over commercialized, in my opinion. Capitalism just needed another reason to exploit a holiday. My best friend, Ava, tells me I hate the holiday because it reminds me of two years ago when a Halloween party traumatized me for the rest of my life. “Just because Brent made that day terrible, doesn’t mean the day will forever be terrible, Y/N,” she’d always say. Though that might be true, I still like to believe that’s not the only reason why I hate the holiday. “Just come with me to the party tonight, and you’ll see it’s not as bad as you think it is!” We’re on FaceTime while I’m doing homework and she’s trying to figure out what to wear to the annual Halloween party at Charlotte the popular girl’s house. Another reason to hate the holiday. Charlotte Parks is the typical popular girl trope in this story. Pretty, popular with the guys, a cheerleader. The cliché. “I don’t think I’m gonna do that, Av,” I say whilst tucking my pencil behind my ear and staring down the phone in front of me, balancing against my backpack on the end of my bed. “You know Charlotte and I don’t mix well together.” That’s true. Charlotte has always despised me, God knows why. For some reason unknown to me, she always has to find a way to ruin my life. “Her house is so big, you won’t even see her!” Ava reasons from her walk-in closet before walking back onto the screen, another dress in her hand. This one is a black bodycon number with a white collar at the top and fringes at the sleeves. “How about this one?” “That’s very Wednesday Adams!” I exclaim with a wide smile on my face, to which I receive a very impressed nod from my best friend. “You know Bobbi’s coming tonight, Av. Can’t cancel on her!” Roberta’s my cousin of 13, and she’s one of my best friends, no matter how lame that sounds. We’ve always been pretty good pals, since we’re the only girls in the family. We kind of had to stick together against the testosterone of our other cousins. She’s not actually coming tonight, but I needed a good excuse to get out of this party. “Take her with you!” she yells both excited and kind of desperate at the same time. “Ooh! How about I wear my pleather pants with, like, a black body and cat ears?!” She disappears into the wardrobe again. “She’s 13, Av! I’m not going to take her to a high school party!” I yell back whilst shaking my head in disappointment. “Wear whatever you want, Ava. I’m sure you’ll look amazing.” She appears into the picture again, her pleather pants halfway her butt and her bra on show. “Hey, is that my bra?!” I recognize that black lace with the gold detailing down the bust anywhere and I’ve lost that bra three weeks ago. “What? No! This is mine!” she says, but I can tell she’s lying. “You are unbelievable, Av!” I shake my head, grinning at my best friend. “I’m gonna have to go though. Send me a snap of your outfit once you’ve chosen!” She nods her head in response, walking up closer to her phone, which she had balanced somewhere on her drawers. “I really can’t convince you to come?” Her expression has suddenly turned serious. She really is bummed I don’t want to come out, but I don’t care. I can’t care. This is for my own good. At least then, I don’t have to see Charlotte. Or Brent. “I’m really sorry, Ava.... Maybe next year, yeah?” She sighs mournfully before nodding her head. “Have fun, okay? And be careful!” A smile appears on her face again. “I will, babes. Have fun with Bobbi!” She offers me a wave, which I return before yelling ‘bye’ and pressing the red button on my phone screen. Lying to my best friend is not my favorite thing to do, but she wouldn’t shut up when she found out what I’m actually gonna be doing. With a sharp exhale, I crawl off my bed and head downstairs where my parents are getting ready for their little get-together with their friends. Dad’s dressed in a pin-stripe suit, a fake mustache stuck on his upper lip and his hair gelled back tightly whilst mom’s wearing a black dress with a deeply cut V-neck and a large slit down the side. Gomez and Morticia Addams. Very spooky. “Don’t you two look dashing,” I compliment, watching them from the middle of the stairs, sitting down. Mom shoots me a kind smile as she fixes her slick hair. “What are you gonna do tonight, sweetie?” Dad asks, tightening his tie. “Probably gonna go get some food and watch some movies,” I shrug, placing my head in my hand, my elbow resting on my knee. “You know, the use.” Dad exhales sharply, smiling sympathetically. “Don’t give me that look, dad.” “I’m sorry, sweets. But I just wish you would act like a seventeen-year-old instead of an eighty year old.” I scoff at his statement. We had this discussion last year too. Both of them know what happened and why it’s so hard for me to enjoy this day. But they still give me shit for it. “I’m gonna have plenty of fun by myself. Even more so than if I did go to the stupid party,” I reason with him. He raises his hands in defeat before turning to his wife. “Just make sure the kids get their candies, yeah?” mom says instead, climbing a couple of stairs to press a kiss to my head. “I love you,” she whispers and heads down again. “Love you too. Have fun, guys.” Dad comes up to kiss me too before heading to the door with mom. With his hand on the doorknob, he looks back at me. “You know we only want you to be happy, right?” he says. I nod my head, offering him a smile. “I love you, sweets.” He walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone in the empty house. I sigh deeply before heading down and grabbing my Vans. Once they’re on my feet, I grab my wallet and exit the house. The cool October air hits my sweater-clad arms, sending a chill down my spine. As my feet tread down the pavement, my mind wanders to this day two years ago. Around this time, everything seemed normal. I was happy and excited to get to the Charlotte Parks Halloween extravaganza with my boyfriend Brent. We’d picked out a great couples’ costume. He was a wolf, and I was dressed as Red Riding Hood. I’d even taken the liberty to go all out with makeup and put a slash near my eye as though I’d been attacked by the wolf. Ava was a fan of that costume, more than Brent was. But when we neared the end of the night, everything crumbled down into shreds of sadness and anger. The residue of that anger wells up again until it’s knocked out of me when I bump into someone, making me stumble backwards. I would’ve fallen on my ass if it wasn’t for the hands capturing my arms to keep me from doing so. “I am so sorry, I--” I stop in my tracks as I look up into the gorgeous green eyes that belong to the attractive brunette that saved me from landing on the cold pavement. “A-are you okay?” he asks, letting go of me. “I--wait…” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “You can see me? And you can touch me?” That’s the weirdest question I’d ever gotten. My eyebrows knit together now too, trying to figure out what’s happening and why this boy is so confused about our entire interaction. “Uhm, yeah? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with people?” “No. I mean -- yeah, but I’m not a person, technically,” he replies in a mumble. He cautiously looks up at me again. “I’m a ghost, actually.” I let the words sizzle through my brain until it decides to send me into a fit of laughter. “Right, yeah, it’s Halloween. Ghosts. I get it. Good one,” I say between laughs, patting the boy’s shoulder, which only sends him to more confusion. To be fair, he doesn’t feel like a normal person. His arms don’t feel like they’re made of flesh and blood, but rather something light and airy. He gapes at me with this inquisitive look on his face, which calms down the laughter abruptly. “You’re not really a ghost, are you?” I ask, just to be certain. “I am, actually…” he mutters and jams his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Me and my bandmates died in 1995 and this girl, Julie, brought us back as ghosts… She’s the only one who could see us… Until now,” he looks up at me with hope and confusion written all over his face. “But she can’t touch us… Are you sure you’re not dead either?” I snort at his last question. “Kinda wish I was today,” I blurt out. My eyes widen after the words left my mouth. “That sounds way too dark…” I chuckle, and the boy does too, but I think it’s more out of awkwardness than finding it funny. “Are you okay?” he asks. At first, I think about answering it superficially, but there’s this look on his face that makes me want to spill all the beans. He, too, seems lonely and distraught on this Halloween night. “I’m not actually,” I glance down at my feet, finding his feet are clad in the same shoes. I then let my eyes glide from his shoes all the way up to his face. He’s urging me to continue by tilting his head a little, shooting me a questioning glance. “Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday…” I clarify. The boy nods his head understandingly. “That explains the lack of costume,” he says, which makes me glance down at my doodled-on mom jeans and oversized sweater before chuckling. “You don’t do the dressing up either? Or is that not something ghosts do?” I query, pointing at his ensemble. He’s wearing black jeans with a shirt and long-lined jean jacket. “I mean, it’s not like anyone would see,” he jokingly says, which lets a giggle escape from my mouth. His smile widens upon hearing this ridiculous sound coming from me. “Where were you going so determinedly before I smashed into you?” he asks after a few beats of silence. “Oh, I was getting some food from the place on the end of our street. They got pretty decent sushi, and since I’m home alone tonight, I thought, why the heck not treat myself, right?” I curse at myself for sharing this much with a complete stranger, who is a ghost, nonetheless, but the chuckle that reaches my ears comforts me a little. “No parties to go to? Back in my day, Halloween parties were always the best.” I feel the smile on my face fade away at the reminder of the Halloween party I’m not attending tonight. “Yeah, no… I haven’t gone to any Halloween party in two years… Like I said, Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday.” He offers me a sympathetic smile. A silence then falls over us as we stand in the middle of the street, looking at each other, debating what to say. “So… I’m gonna go and get my sushi. Uhm… Sorry for bumping into you,” I apologize and lift a foot to start walking away, but his voice stops me. “Would you mind if I tagged along?” he asks, which renders me surprised. “I don’t eat, so you don’t have to buy me sushi, but I think I could use some company tonight… If you don’t mind, of course.” His eyes are filled with hope, and some sort of desire to hang out with someone other than those bandmates he was talking about. “Uhm, no… Yeah, sure. You can tag along. It might be a nice change from that lonely Halloween I always have,” I chuckle, and he does too. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I say as he turns and falls into step with me. “Luke,” he introduces himself with a smile. “Why don’t you go to Halloween parties, Y/N?” I inhale sharply at this question. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask too much about it. But I guess I can never get out of that question anymore. Halloween is a big holiday around here. “Two years ago, I went to one with my boyfriend. It’s the party where I found out he was cheating on me with the one girl who always had it out for me.” It rolls off my lips with ease. Normally, I’d choke or start bawling my eyes out. But Luke’s aura is so calming and reassuring that I can’t help but feel okay telling the story. “I haven’t been able to go back since, much to my best friend’s dismay.” I roll my eyes amusedly thinking about Ava and her desperate attempts to get me to go each year. “That sucks, I’m sorry,” he says as we enter the sushi place. “You better grab your phone now if you wanna talk to me. People tend to give weird looks at people talking to themselves.” I get my phone from my back pocket and pretend to dial a number before pressing it to my ear, glancing up at Luke with a smile on my face. “Hey, how you doing?” I say into the phone, which makes Luke giggle. “Just know that your ex-boyfriend’s stupid for ever cheating on you,” he tells me before looking down at his feet. “I would never wanna hurt someone as pretty as you.” I can feel a blush creeping its way onto my cheeks, but decide to conceal it by jokingly saying, “Aw, you think I’m pretty.” He rolls his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “Next!” the guy from the sushi place yells. “Oh, hold on,” I say into my phone before placing it on the counter and facing the employer. “Uhm, the Halloween surprise box, please,” I order politely. The man nods curtly before getting into action. I grab my phone again and press it to my ear to continue talking to Luke while we make our way to a couple of chairs and tables set up for waiting customers. I let my eyes wander around the room. It’s decorated to the max with spiders in spiderwebs, pumpkins, skeletons, ghosts,... The lot. Then, my eyes fall onto Luke. He’s glancing around the place, letting his eyes wander until they find their way back to me. A shimmer appears in them when he finds me already looking at him. “So, you said you were in a band?” I ask, pretending to talk to the person on the other side of the line. “Oh, yeah! Me and three of my best friends were in this band called Sunset Curve. Three of us died on the night we were supposed to play the Orpheum,” he explains, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets upon hearing the name of the venue. “The Orpheum?! You’re kidding, right?” He shakes his head, smirking. “You would’ve been legends.” The words come out in a whisper, hoping it wouldn’t upset him too much. “Yea, we would’ve been,” he sighs, then suddenly perks up again like an excited puppy, “But the girl I told you about, Julie? She can make us visible whenever we play with her! We’re now a band with her called Julie and The Phantoms!” I giggle at his endearing enthusiasm. “We would’ve had a gig at this really cool party in the Bel Air, but Julie got sick and had to cancel.” My eyes widen upon the words ‘party’ and ‘Bel Air’. Charlotte Parks lives in Bel Air. “That would be the party I’m not going to tonight,” I tell him, chuckling. “So, we would’ve met tonight either way.” He adds with a cheeky smile, “Some would say it’s fate.” I shake my head at him, but can’t help the smile on my face either. I want to add something to debunk his theory, but my name is called out by the sushi guy. I get up and take the box of sushi from him, shooting him a quick thank you before leaving the joint with Luke in tow. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks, bouncing up and down. “Oh, I was planning on watching some movies at home, but if you have a better idea to spend tonight? Anything is better than going to that Halloween party.” He purses his lips in ponder, his eyes darting up to the night sky. “Ooh! There’s this park I like to hang out at sometimes?” I raise my eyebrows at his suggestion, popping a piece of sushi in my mouth. I’m way too hungry to wait until we sit down to eat. “You haunt children’s playgrounds?” I ask after having swallowed the seafood. His eyebrows knit together at this as he narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t haunt children’s playgrounds. I hang out at them,” he corrects me. “You’re a ghost, sweetie. That’s haunting.” “It’s not!” he shouts. “It is so!” I laugh loudly, throwing my head back. “You’re lucky the kids are all trick or treating tonight, so we can go there. Might be a little more secluded for me to talk freely to you without worrying people will think I’m crazy.” He nods his head agreeingly. Once at the park, we take a seat in the grass. I have my legs crossed whilst Luke’s are spread out, his hands supporting the rest of his body behind him. “So, what do you do in life, Y/N? You know, besides avoiding parties,” he asks with a little smile plastered on his face. I look at him for a moment, chewing my sushi. This gives me the time to really look at him. He has really great bone structure. Sharp jawline, chiseled cheekbones, fine nose, deep-set, dreamy eyes. “Eating sushi,” I reply jokingly after I’d swallowed the piece of deliciousness. Luke lets out a laugh too. “I’m still in school, so I’m spending most of my time studying. And I like to think I’m a pretty decent writer.” He stares at me, giving me his undivided attention with the cutest smile plastered on his face. “What do you write?” he asks curiously as I pop another sushi in my mouth. I lift my hand to my mouth, and reply, “Poems,” before continuing to chew quickly. “Kinda like songs, then?” I shrug my shoulders. “They could be, but I don’t play any instrument, so I haven’t tried,” I reply and place the half-eaten box of sushi to the side, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. “Do you write your own music?” He nods his head. “I wrote most of the songs in our band and now, I write with Julie for the new band,” he answers. As I’m thinking how much I’d like to hear him and his band play, he cuts those thoughts in two by asking, “Can I see your work?” I open my mouth, then close it. Then open again. I must look like a goldfish breathing. “I’ve never really shown anyone my work…” I trail off, debating whether or not I should show him. “Besides, my notebook is at home.” Luke suddenly gets up from the grass and reaches out his hand for me to take. I hesitate. Am I really going to take a complete stranger, a ghost, to my house to show my poetry, only to find out he hates it because it’s nothing like his songwriting? The answer is yes. I place my hand in his and let him pull me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, he grabs the box of sushi and then guides me out of the park and lets me lead us towards my house. “Wait here,” I tell him as we’re in the foyer. He simply jams his hands into his pockets and nods his head curtly. I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and then go to grab my notebook from my room, quickly storming back downstairs where Luke’s still waiting. I make my way to the living room and sit down on the couch. The boy cautiously trails behind me, and only comes to sit down after I pat the spot beside me. “It’s not that great, but… You know, it’s fun to do and a great outlet for anything I may be feeling.” I hand him the notebook and let him flip through all the pages. He stops on a few, reading it a little more thoroughly. It’s building some suspense in me. What if he doesn’t even like them? What if he, a songwriter, hates them? “Ah! This one!” he exclaims, and suddenly, with a whoosh, there’s an acoustic guitar on his lap. “One of the perks of being a musician spirit,” he tells me with a grin before strumming the instrument a little. He abruptly stops, looks at the page in my notebook again, and then softly tickles the strings. A beautiful melody pours out of the instrument before his melodic voice joins in too with the words I wrote. “I saw your face in the fire again I touched the flames and burned down everything I hear the sirens west of 8th now” He looks at me with a questioning glance as if asking for encouragement of some sorts. I offer him a smile, unsure of anything else I could be doing right now. His voice has rendered me silent. I think I could listen to him sing for hours. “Wonder if you're hearin' them too And I know you don't belong Know you don't belong to anyone” He focuses on the instrument again, making sure he’s still playing the right chords. “No you can't be tamed love Maybe I was wrong Maybe I was wrong for this But you feel like the perfect escape now Just like the sun on my face” His voice grows a little stronger, almost sounding raspier and more like a growl as he looks up again. I always thought it’d be cliché to melt when an attractive boy sings to me, but it’s actually happening to me right now. “So can we close the space between us now It's the distance we don't need Yeah, you're everything I love about The things I hate in me So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” “You sing this last part,” he tells me, pushing the notebook towards me before going back to playing his guitar. “I can’t sing, Luke,” I tell him, slightly panicking. “Sure you can. I’ll sing along, don’t worry,” he offers me a reassuring smile before putting more power behind his strumming while also leaning closer toward me to read the words. “So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” He now quits playing, placing his hands flat on the strings, and for a while we just stare at each other in disbelief. Disbelief about the song we just made together. Disbelief about how beautiful a voice he has. Disbelief about how attractive he is. I cough, breaking the eye contact, “That’s a great song, Luke… You can have it if you want,” I offer with a smile to try and hide the blush from heating up my cheeks. “No, Y/N, I couldn’t. That’s yours. Those are your words. Your words made this a great song.” “They’re just words without a melody,” I mutter, folding the edges of the paper nervously. “A song is quite boring without words though, isn’t it?” For some reason, I’m starting to think all of this could be a metaphor for us. Him being the melody and me being the words. I would be a plain and simple poem without him, and his life -- though I doubt it -- would be boring without me. “It would still be a song though,” I add, looking up at him again. One corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, which makes me think he caught onto that metaphor I was thinking about. He suddenly grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. Before I can even register what’s happening, the front door suddenly opens, revealing a distraught-looking Ava. I let go of Luke’s hand and get up to help my best friend. “What’s wrong?” I ask her as she stumbles inside. I grab her just in time before she can hurt herself. She looks up at me, her makeup run out all the way to her chin and blood trickling down her nose, though I’m not sure if it’s real blood or part of her cat costume. “I punched Brent in the face and Charlotte punched me back,” she get out through sobs and hiccups. My eyes dart over to Luke, who’s watching this from the sofa. I almost forgot she can’t even see him. He offers me a small smile. “Why?” I ask and guide her to the couch. She nearly sits down on top of Luke, but I’m quick enough to guide her next to him while he vanishes. He pops back behind the couch, looking down at the drunk girl lying down on the sofa. “Because he was boasting about how he even managed to wrap the prude around his finger two years ago and got her to anything he wanted,” I swallow, remember those times people called me a prude because I covered up unlike girls like Charlotte who wore short skirts and plunging necklines. “I really don’t get what you saw in him, Y/N,” she mumbles while cuddling up to the pillow and letting her eyes flutter shut. “I hope you find someone that looks at you like I look at pizza.” I giggle at her drunken words before looking up at Luke to find him already looking at me. Kind of the same way Ava looks at pizza. A smile then finds its way to my face. Maybe Halloween isn’t as bad as I always thought it was.

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Got the Hots

hiiiii! this was an anon request for a steve x reader where she’s tony’s assistant and steve falls for her. i added a little bit of morgan stark and i really hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: fluff :)

You never thought you would end up working for Tony Stark. Like, ever.

It really was a shock when you’d gotten the very huge and important email that you were going to be his assistant. He’d given you a list of requirements and guidelines you needed to follow and you were beyond willing to oblige.

When you’d arrived on your first day at Stark Tower you expected weeks of training before even beginning to work with Tony and the Avengers, but Tony’s plans were different.

“So- uhm, Mr. Stark, when do I start training?” You stuttered out politely as you followed his brisk walk. “Nope, no training kiddo,” he said casually as you blinked a few times in surprise, stopping momentarily.

“N-No training?” You’d confirmed. “Yep. I read your application, did a few background checks, you’re good to go. I trust you, don’t screw it up.” He told you confidently. You exhaled in disbelief as you smiled widely. “Th-thank you-, Mr. Stark!” You said exasperatedly. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to pat you on the shoulder awkwardly. “Great, now go pick up my dry cleaning.” He smiled briefly before continuing to stride forward.

Your first day was a month ago. Your relationship with Tony had become slightly less professional, it was more like a friendship at this point. But you were still professional with him and did (almost) everything he asked you to. You were also terrified to meet the Avengers on your first day, but they were all so kind and welcoming you began to felt comfortable. They all treated you with respect and almost like a friend. You were now friends with them as well, spending time with them whenever they had nothing going on.

You and Steve Rogers had clicked really well in the beginning. You were intimidated at first, both at the fact he was Captain America and how goddamn dreamy he was. But from the moment he smiled at you and looked directly at you with his sparkly blue eyes, you knew he would be there for you through the ups and downs of working with this prestigious team.

This morning was any other regular morning for you; sleeping in past your alarm, scrambling to get ready, getting to the Tower late with coffee in hand for Tony, Tony teasing you and not giving up on the fact that “your resumé never said anything about ‘late riser’,” and following Tony’s brisk walk into the conference room where the rest of the Avengers sat waiting.

The morning sun lit the room with an intense light as you rushed in and waved at all your friends, coffee coming out of the top of the cup from being jostled. You stood behind Tony in the front of the room as began discussing SHIELD’s latest topics and assignments.

“Late again this morning, (Y/N)?” Rhodey snickered from his chair. You raised your eyebrows as you bent down to adjust your uncomfortable black heels. “Yeah well laugh all you want Rhodes, I-“

“Nope,” Tony interrupted. “(Y/N), you can whine about your morning later.” He snapped his fingers as he glanced back at you. You rolled your eyes and slumped against the long hardwood desk, taking a drink of what was supposed to be Tony’s coffee. Tony continued to babble on and on about the missions (some of which he personally took initiative of saying wether or not he wanted to do them or not) as you looked around the room blankly.

You couldn’t tell as the sun shined through the large windows wether or not you were seeing correctly, but as your eyes skimmed across the room you swore you saw a familiar pair of 100 year old blue eyes meeting yours. You blinked a few times, raising your hand to block the sun from your eyes as you squinted.

“Alright, so we’re clear?” You heard Tony ask as you snapped back to reality. “Tony we get our own emails about these things, you know?” Natasha reminded unenthusiastically from her chair. “Yeah but sometimes I think most of you don’t read them... Barton,” he coughed dramatically. Clint looked back with a shocked expression as he held a hand to his heart. You laughed and downed the rest of the coffee.

“Yeah well I don’t read them either, so,” you added with a smirk. “Why the hell did I choose you out of all the other applicants again?” Tony asked as he turned around. You smiled sarcastically. “I’m just special I guess Tony,” you teased. “Mr. Stark to you young lady,” he corrected half-heartedly as you stalked up and handed him the empty coffee cup. “Was this my coffee?” He asked. “Yeah well I needed it to get through your boring speech, oops!” You smiled, sneaking away as Tony’s brown eyes glared.

The rest of the team began to make their way out, and you wiggled into the crowd. You felt something bump against your shoulder and you looked over to see Steve Rogers grinning lightly down at you.

“Glad I made it this morning, Steve?” You asked playfully as you continued to walk the pace of the crowd. He shrugged. “Disappointed you didn’t offer any coffee to your good old friend to get through that speech too,” he joked lightly. You scoffed, looking over Steve’s entire appearance. His blonde hair wasn’t styled so uniformly today and there were bags under his still lively blue eyes. You shook your head, knowing you were thinking too far into it.

“Hey uhm, were you staring at my earlier during the conference?” You asked curiously. You never really felt the need to filter that much with Steve. He laughed awkwardly and shook his head. “No no, of course not. I was just avoiding eye contact with Tony,” he explained. You nodded; you felt somewhat slightly disappointed. Maybe your eyes were just playing games.

“Oh okay, I was just curious,” you brushed off politely. You stopped at the end of the hallway where everyone began to disperse. “So, I’ll see you later Steve.” You smiled, adjusting your pantsuit jacket before your heels clicked back to meet Tony.

Steve watched as you casually went back the way you came with him. If he was being honest, he was beginning to fall for you. Ever since that first day when you came in looking as nice as you could, wide and nervous eyes avoiding eye contact as Tony introduced you as his new assistant, he’d felt something special for you. At first he just thought it was one of those things were it was like a guardianship towards you, that you were like a child who needed protecting. But as you grew more comfortable and opened up to the team, it became clear what he felt was love.

It was tearing him up, really. He couldn’t believe he could love anyone so young, someone who grew up in a different world than him... Someone who wasn’t Peggy. He had sleepless nights just racking his brain, trying to convince himself he was just insane.

He finally had to admit to himself he liked you. It was almost uncomfortable for him. You were way younger than him and you were brought here as Tony’s assistant. Yeah, it would go over really well with Tony if he ever found out.

Steve stalked back to his room where he found Bucky sitting at his desk. “Hey punk,” Bucky greeted casually as he flipped through Steve’s notebook. Steve nearly had a heart attack when he saw Bucky reading through his notebook.

Though it was mostly just a notebook full of random doodles and drawings, that’s where he also let his feelings out about you. Steve ran over and snatched the small notebook from his best friend’s hands. Bucky looked up at him with a shocked expression. “What the hell man? You know I would never show this to anyone else!” He reasoned. Steve breathed heavily as he grasped the notebook in his hand. He hesitantly began to lower his hand and sigh, still staring down at the surprised soldier.

“What’s on your mind Steve?” Bucky asked suspiciously. Steve didn’t respond. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. “C’mon, spill it.”

Steve took a deep inhale. He could tell Bucky. Bucky was always there for him and was his lifetime best friend. It was fine, his secret would be safe with Bucky, Steve kept reassuring himself.

“Alright look,” he muttered reluctantly. His blue eyes darted around and he lowered down to meet Bucky’s. Bucky sat casually against the chair, raising an eyebrow in amusement at his friend’s precautions. “Look...” He searched for words as his heart pounded against his chest. Bucky continued to stare at him amusingly.

“You can stop saying ‘look,’ Steve,” he chuckled lightly. Steve looked at him with a small glare and Bucky sighed. “How about you just give me back the notebook and I find out for myself?” Bucky offered. Steve shook his head. “Okay... uhm,” Steve shrugged. “I’m going to be a grownup and say I think I might have feelings for-... (Y/N)...” He confessed unsurely. The brunet soldier stared at him for a moment before scoffing. “No goddamn way! (Y/N)? We’re talking about Tony’s assistant, correct?” Bucky asked. Steve stood up and groaned lightly.

“Yes,” he replied unenthusiastically as he pressed a hand to his forehead. Bucky shook his head. “Man are you out of your goddamn mind? She’s way younger than you! She also, let me remind you again, is Tony’s assistant. I’m sure you crushing on (Y/N) would make Tony really want to go for the idea,” Bucky remarked. Steve pressed against his temples as he stood slumped against the wall.

“Thank Buck that was all very helpful,” he bit. “Look Steve I’m just telling you the truth!” Bucky put his hands up in defense. “I’m telling you that your chances of having something with (Y/N) are slim!”

“Having what with (Y/N)?” A voice asked. Steve’s soul nearly left his body as he whipped around. The door had been left wide open and Tony Stark stood in the doorframe. Bucky shot up and moved quickly in front of Steve.

“Y’know, a good friendship... Like... You know,” Bucky offered quickly. The blond pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed, shaking his head. Tony leaned against the door and crossed his arms. “Yeah... mhm, Cap having a good relationship with (Y/N) is so slim because it’s not like he’s the reason she’s so distracted all the time,” Tony shrugged.

“Oh we’re talking about Steve’s feelings for (Y/N)?” Nat popped her head in the door. Steve groaned and stared up at the ceiling. “Can you all please,- how- Natasha how did you-“

“Oh please Steve it’s not like you don’t spend all day staring at her,” Nat laughed under her breath. Steve’s blue eyes stared at his feet. He exhaled. This was awkward. He couldn’t think of the last time he ever vocally voiced feelings for someone and having people find out. He felt claustrophobic with everyone in his room staring at him.

“Welp, not that this isn’t enjoyable but I have a rather young assistant to get back to,” Tony announced. Steve looked up.

“Tony,” he began. “Don’t say anything,” he muttered in embarrassment. Tony winked a brown eye before disappearing from sight. Steve was left with an uncomfortable hotness and a knot in his throat. He felt completely insane. How could something ever work between the two of you? Girls like you don’t happen to guys like him.

~•~•~

“Anything else you need Tony?” You asked as you finished sorting through papers. Tony shook his head.

“Uhm, I think Steve has something that’s mine, why don’t you go ask for it back?” Tony suggested. You raised an eyebrow. “What is the thing I’m getting exactly?” You asked suspiciously. Tony shrugged. “He knows,” he said simply. You eyed him before slowly turning around and walking out to Steve’s room.

“Oh! And don’t tell Steve I sent you!” Tony added. “Oops sorry I’ll tell him anyway!” You shot back. You shook your head as you walked silently down the hall.

Something had to be up. Tony was acting more Tony than normal. Whatever, Steve wouldn’t act weird. You knocked on the slightly parted door and let yourself in. Steve startled on his bed when you walked in and smiled.

“Hey sorry,” you apologized lightly. “Uhm, so I don’t know if this is real or not, but Tony said you had something of his that I’m supposed to get back?” You asked. Steve raised an eyebrow and you shook your head. “I knew he was just being Tony. Sorry, I-, you know,” you said. Steve scoffed.

“No it’s fine. Y-You’re alright,” he muttered. You eyed him unsurely. “Steve are you alright? It seems like everyone is acting weird now, and it’s only like 9:30?” You laughed lightly. He chuckled forcefully under his breath. “Yeah I’m fine. Go tell Tony he’s a prick for me please,” Steve muttered. You simply nodded before slipping out. Dear god, what was everyone’s problems this morning?

You walked unenthusiastically back to find Tony. “Alright Tony I’m done, he says there’s nothing and wanted me to tell you you’re a prick,” you sighed. Tony didn’t look up from his phone as he nodded. “Alright kiddo you go have some fun,” he dismissed. You rolled your eyes before walking out (once a-freaking-gain) to go find something to do.

The rest of the day was spent very uneventful. You did little tasks along the day, and Steve avoided you regularly. It wasn’t a huge deal... No, you were lying to yourself. It bugged you. It was in the back of your head all day. You’d nearly missed your apartment building as you focused on the ground while walking.

It was strange, today. Tony was acting like a complete five year old and Steve was like a goddamn turtle.

Everyone has weird days though, you thought as you climbed into bed. Tomorrow was another chance to wake up late and start the day by drinking Tony’s coffee. That’s what you needed. A little restart.

~•~•~•~•~

Not much sleep was had by Steve Rogers that night after you left.

Word had spread throughout the Tower like wildfire by the time dinner was over. Steve felt so small with embarrassment and just like it was the 40’s all over again. It was bad enough Tony of all people knew about his feelings, let alone the whole team. He spent the entire night tossing and turning and staring up at the ceiling. Damn, this sucked. It ate away at him the entire night and he looked like a wreck in the morning.

He was not enthusiastic the next morning when he woke up to get breakfast.

Steve earned many suggestive looks from Tony, to which he glared and tried to not acknowledge. Bucky tried to be as supportive as he could without being a debbie downer, doubting Steve’s chances with you. Thor had not seen a problem, considering he was a god and looking at the massive age gap between him and Jane. Rhodey dropped a few subtle “sugar daddy” comments to which Sam almost choked on his coffee.

“Thanks,” Steve muttered bitterly as he made his way out of the kitchen. His stomach turned uneasily as he thought about when you would arrive. He glanced down at his watch. You’re late, he thought. Maybe you weren’t coming today? Maybe you’d taken the day off?

He’d gotten his hopes up too high when the elevator dinged and the door slid open to find you holding hands with a brunette five year old.

Your hair was slightly disheveled and your black skirt was wrinkled, in your true fashion. You had bags under your eyes and wore only mascara, looking like basically every day you showed up. Steve’s heart stopped for a moment as you smiled and walked with the little girl, Morgan Stark. “Hey Steve, sorry I’m late!” You smiled cheerfully as you passed him, acknowledging Morgan skipping beside you. “Hi Mr. Steve!” She greeted. He weakly waved a hand and watched Morgan pull you to the kitchen where she let go and ran into Tony’s arms.

“No coffee?” Tony asked in mock offense as he hoisted Morgan into his arms. You shrugged. “Coffee or kid, Stark, I only do one or the other.” You stuffed a croissant into your mouth before making your way to join your friends. Steve walked as quickly and quietly as possible to Bruce and Tony’s lab where he knew he could lay low for a while. Sure, it was a weird environment for him and Bruce wouldn’t exactly understand, but it was better than anything happening out there.

You sat quietly on your phone next to Natasha as Rhodey cleared his throat. “So (Y/N), been talking to Steve at all lately?” He asked awkwardly. You slowly looked up with a confused expression. “I mean, sure?” You replied. You glanced around at everyone sitting among you, all looking like 13 year old girls who were trying not to laugh from an inside joke. Morgan looked around as well from Tony’s arms and popped the question “Why is everyone giggling?”

Tony kissed her head before setting her down. “Fury has some comments on the assignments from yesterday, let’s have a meeting,” Tony announced suddenly. Everyone rolled their eyes as they got up and walked sluggishly to the meeting room. Morgan wrapped her hand around yours as the two of you trailed Tony.

“Mommy thought I might have fun with Daddy today if I came...” She said. “Are you having fun?” You replied as you looked down at her. “Everyone’s acting silly.” You nodded with a sigh. “That’s life around here everyday, sweetie.”

Everyone piled in behind you as you situated yourself and Morgan in the corner of the room. You watched Steve sneak in, trying to not draw attention to himself. When you waved he blinked a few times and nodded before directing his attention elsewhere. (Nat nudged him a few times on the arm and he shooed her away, crossing his arms uncomfortably.)

Tony shut the door as a few people groaned. “Tony we haven’t received shit from Fury. What’s this about?” Clint asked. Tony rocked back and forth on his heels. “Well some people handle situations differently than others, and I thought maybe we could get together and... discuss our feelings?” He asked. Steve shook his head, knowing what Tony was up to. A few others caught on and Sam raised his hand.

“Well you know, sometimes if you think you’re gonna die on a mission you might want to tell people you hold near and dear to your heart that you love them,” Sam explained with mock obliviousness. Steve kept his eye contact to the ceiling, avoiding engagement in any conversation. “Very good point Sam, what else?” Tony egged on. Scott put up a hand. “Well I always try to tell my daughter I-“

“Nope not this time next,” Tony interrupted. (Scott stared at him in confusion as Steve thanked his lucky stars there was at least someone not on the same page.) Thor’s hand shot up and Tony nodded at him. “No matter the difference between you and the one you hold dear, it’s always important to shoot your shot, hm?” He winked at Steve. Steve gulped and shut his eyes tightly.

“Well that was a little obvious but anyone else?” Tony glanced around again.before landing his eyes on Steve. “What about you Cap?” He asked. Steve’s eyes slowly regained eye contact as his mouth parted and he blinked a few times. “Oh, uhm...” He shrugged uncomfortably. “Y-You know, I just kinda...”

As you sat in the corner with Morgan and tried to process Tony’s drug trip meeting, Morgan tapper your arm and leaned in close to your ear. “I have a secret,” she said. You tore your attention away from Steve and nodded at Morgan. “Mr. Steve likes you!” She whispered. Your eyes widened in shock and you blinked, tilting your head slightly. Your heart rate was picking up as you looked at Morgan.

“You sure?” You asked with an awkward laugh. She nodded happily while your insides started to tingle. “Who told you?” You asked. She yanked you closer again. “I heard Daddy talking to Mommy last night and he told her that Mr. Steve ‘has the hots’ for you,” she giggled. You pulled away slowly and looked at Steve. You couldn’t hear what was being said but you could tell other people were starting to stare at you.

Steve saw you out of the corner of his eye and locked eye contact with you. Morgan clapped her hands and you smiled weakly at Steve before turning to look at Tony.

“I think you need to secure the privacy of your conversations with Pepper a little better,” You said as you gestured to the happy five year old sitting behind Tony. He raised an eyebrow before looking at his daughter and sighing. “Shit,” he mumbled.

You smirked at Steve. “Got the hots for me, Captain?”

OKAY IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND ITS REALLY LONG BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS😫😫😫😫 like i loves adding the morgan and everything and just thank you to the anon who suggested this🥺

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His ray of sunshine, Chapter 3

Keira’s first full day in her new pack was a quiet one. She spent a lot of the time outside, sketching in her sketch book some of the beautiful scenery.

Jessica spent the day with her, they ate lunch outside too. Keira couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have such freedom in the outdoors. She only hoped that she would stay… that Tom would pick her.

Tilda managed to keep Lucy away from Keira for most of the day. Though it wasn’t a pleasant task being with the omega, she knew it was for the best with how she was acting towards Keira.

Tom, Michael and Jeremy had gone out to get some supplies in.

‘You imprinted on Keira, didn’t you?’ Jeremy asked Tom on the car journey back. Michael was driving, Tom was in the passenger’s side and Jeremy in the back.

Tom glanced over his shoulder at him and nodded.

‘That’s a good thing, isn’t it?’ Jeremy said happily.

‘Yes and no.’ Tom sighed.

‘What do you mean?’ Jeremy frowned.

‘I still have to wait a week before I can claim her. Imprinting doesn’t change that. And in that time, it means that Ben has more time to get to know Keira too.’ Tom growled.

‘Ah… Well, we just need to keep Ben and Lucy away from Keira until you can finally claim her and we can send Lucy on her way. Can smell her a mile away.’ Jeremy scrunched his nose up.

‘Where did Idris find her, anyway?’ Michael asked.

‘She’s the daughter of one of his old school friends pack member. Apparently, his friend begged for her to join ours.’ Tom explained.

‘We will need to contact them and ask for her to return.’ Michael said.

‘I’d be surprised if she’s allowed back. They were so quick and happy to get rid of her when I went to collect her.’ Jeremy said.

‘Shit.’ Michael and Tom both said at the same time.

When the three Alphas returned home, they saw Keira, Jessica and Luke by the lake. Luke was fishing and showing Keira how to do it.

While they were unloading the car, Tom noticed Ben sitting outside of his cabin, watching Keira down by the lake. Tom glared at him, knowing he was no doubt going to have competition for the young omega. He wasn’t looking forward to that.

‘Don’t worry. We will try and keep Ben away from her.’ Michael said to Tom, patting his back.

‘Even once I claim her, he will still want her. That never goes away. Not with Alphas like him.’ Tom grumbled.

‘Think you’re going to have to fight him?’ Jeremy asked.

‘It’s very likely.’ Tom nodded.

Keira had heard the car return and she sensed Tom’s presence in the area. She looked over her shoulder and saw him carrying boxes into the storage shed. He glanced in her direction and gave her a wave, making her blush as she waved back.

‘HIIIII!’ Lucy suddenly jumped on front of Tom, startling him slightly as he had been so focused on looking at Keira.

‘Hi, Lucy. How are you today?’ He asked kindly.

‘Really good. I’ve missed you.’ She moved in closer to him, into his space.

Tom internally rolled his eyes, she had only been here one night. He held himself together as he went back to the car to grab another box. Making sure to use it to his advantage by putting some distance between himself and Lucy.

He then decided it would be best to just rip the bandage off, so to speak. ‘Look, Lucy. You should know, Keira and I have imprinted.’

Lucy’s eyes widened and she looked up at the Alpha, saying nothing at first. Then the scent of anger and jealously filled the air.

Michael and Jeremy shared an oh shit look together.

‘But it’s not confirmed until the week is over… You might not get along well. She might be horrible, you don’t know her yet.’ Lucy said quickly, then stormed away to the cabin she was staying in.

‘Well... that could’ve gone better.’ Jeremy uttered to Tom as he walked past him with another box.

Tom’s jaw clenched while he glared after Lucy storming away. It was going to be a long week, that was for sure.

Once he was finished with unloading the boxes, he asked Michael and Jeremy to slip into conversation with Ben that he and Keira had imprinted. Hoping that might help to stop Ben from pursuing Keira.

At dinner time, they were having another barbecue, it was a regular occurrence there.

Keira hadn’t seen Tom since afternoon when he was unloading the boxes. But she was sitting on the decking again with some of the others when she felt a weird tingling sensation run down her spine. Then she felt a presence behind her, and Tom sat down next to her.

‘Hello, little one.’ He purred, smiling at her.

‘Hi!’ She squeaked, blushing furiously. She never realised her senses could be that strong to sense him there.

‘Have you had a good day? Has Jessica and Luke been looking after you?’ He asked, glancing at Luke when he handed him a beer.

‘Yes, thank you. Luke taught me how to fish earlier. And we had a lovely picnic in the sun. It’s so nice being outside here.’ She smiled brightly.

She reminded Tom of the shining sun. Her smile was so bright and seemed to make everyone around her smile too. Well, aside from Lucy who obviously disliked her… a lot.

‘I’m glad you’re enjoying it. You mentioned last night that you used to enjoy running. Would you like to join me tomorrow morning for a run?’ He offered.

Keira’s eyes lit up. ‘Yes, please. I would love to.’ She smiled.

‘Great. If you’re up for six am, I’ll come get you.’

‘Sounds good.’ Keira nodded eagerly.

The following morning, Keira was up and ready by six. Jessica was still sound asleep, so Keira made sure she was quiet while she got ready so as not to disturb her.

Before Tom even knocked gently on the door, she could sense that he was there. When she opened it, she felt her stomach twirl. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts too. Showing off all his muscles and making her mouth water slightly.

Tom felt the same gazing upon Keira. She was wearing shorts too and a vest top. Showing off more skin than he had seen so far.

‘Good morning, little one.’ He smiled. ‘Ready to go?’

‘Morning. Yep, I’m ready.’ She nodded.

Tom reached out for her hand and she took it without hesitation. Her hand felt tingly when she held his. His hold was strong and comforting.

They walked away from the cabins and to the side of the lake. Tom then turned to Keira and smiled. He reached up and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘At least we can get some alone time too, now. I’m sorry for the way Lucy is being around you. If it wasn’t the law, she would’ve been out of here by now.’

‘Really?’ Keira’s eyes widened. It was one thing other people telling her that Tom liked her, but hearing this kind of talk from him himself was something else entirely.

‘Of course. Do you not feel our connection?’ He asked.

‘I… I do. But I wasn’t sure if it was just attraction from my side towards you.’ She said shyly and looked down to where their hands were still linked.

Tom rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

‘You are incredibly sweet, Keira. Now, let’s warm up.’ He reluctantly let go of her hand so they could stretch to get started.

Then they started running. Keira was fast, but with Tom’s long legs he had to slow down for her. They took it easy down the length of the lake, and they carried on down the track. Keira wouldn’t have been able to go further if she hadn’t been with Tom.

When they were further down the track, through the trees, they slowed to a gentle jog.

‘Doing alright?’ Tom asked her as they jogged by a field full of horses, that distracted Keira for a moment.

‘Yep, thanks!’ She said breathlessly. ‘Just… been a while since I’ve ran properly.’

Tom slowed right down to a walk and so did Keira.

‘We can just walk for a while, if you wish.’

‘Thank you. I hope I’m not holding your daily run up.’ She said sheepishly.

‘Not at all. It’s nice to have company.’

The two talked about their various interests, and Tom told Keira a bit about how the pack ended up living where they do. It was obvious to Keira that Tom was proud of his achievements as leader, and that he had worked hard too.

Eventually the two jogged back to the lake. Everyone seemed to be up and on the go by the time they returned, it was just after eight.

Lucy was outside eating breakfast with Tilda and Idris when Tom and Keira came back. She glared at them, but they ignored her and Tom walked Keira back to her cabin.

‘I’ll see you later, little one.’ He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaving to go back to his own cabin.

Jessica was making breakfast inside when Keira entered. ‘Morning! Did you enjoy your run with Tom?’

‘I did. It was nice to get to know him more. Can I help with anything?’ Keira looked around to see if there was anything she could do.

‘Nope, you go and relax. I’ve got this.’ Jessica assured her.

Later that day, Keira was sitting outside on the grass on front of the cabin, reading a book. Ben saw this as the perfect opportunity to try and get her on side.

Keira had been so engrossed in the story, that she never heard or saw Ben approach until the light from the sun was blocked by him standing on front of her. She looked up, slightly startled when she saw who it was.

He grinned. ‘Hello there, Keira. May I join you?’ He motioned next to her.

She didn’t want to be rude, so she nodded and put her book down on her lap.

Ben sat down on the grass next to her, a bit too close for her liking. She’d overheard Jessica speaking earlier to Tilda about how they were going to try and keep Ben away from her, until Tom had claimed her at least.

And there was just something niggling at her about Ben that made her on edge.

‘What are you reading?’ He asked, looking to the book in her lap.

‘Coriolanus. Tom lent it to me to read. It’s really good, I don’t know why I haven’t read it before.’

Ben raised an eyebrow. ‘Shakespeare?’

‘Yes.’ Keira nodded.

‘Pff. You shouldn’t be wasting your time reading that. In-fact, you shouldn’t be wasting your time reading at all... Would you join me for a walk?’ He offered.

‘Uhm, no thank you. I went for a run this morning, my legs are kind of regretting it. As it’s been a while.’ She said quietly, looking down and hoping he would leave her alone.

‘You know, Tom may be the leader. But he is not as rich as I am.’ Ben boasted. ‘I can offer my omega whatever she wishes, nothing is too expensive.’

Keira frowned. From what she had seen, she knew that Tom didn’t have any issue at all in regards to money. It wasn’t a secret that all the leaders received a hefty sum of money from the government. The stronger the leader, the more money they got. Especially when they aided other packs and helped to keep the peace.

She didn’t really know what to say or how to respond to his comment. Was she supposed to be impressed? Money didn’t do that for her anyway.

Ben could tell she was uneasy around him, but it didn’t stop his want of her.

He reached out and put his hand on her forearm, making her extremely uncomfortable.

‘BEN!’ Luke roared from near the lake, having spotted Ben getting touchy with Keira.

Ben’s jaw clenched in anger as he looked down towards him.

‘Get your hands off her. You know the rules!’ Luke growled as he stormed over towards them. ‘And you can clearly smell you’re making her uncomfortable, you idiot!’

He grabbed Ben’s upper arm and hauled him up to his feet. Ben stood up and moved right into Luke’s space, squaring up to him threateningly. But Luke just squared up right back at him, glaring at him down his nose.

‘Then why is Tom’s smell on her?’ Ben hissed.

‘Because he’s the leader and gets first pick. You know the rules.’ Luke snarled.

‘Enough, guys!’ Michael said, rushing over, having smelt the threatening pheromones between Ben and Luke in the air.

He forced himself between the two Alphas and glared at Ben until he walked away, sulking.

‘He touched her.’ Luke said angrily.

‘Are you alright?’ Michael turned to Keira, and she nodded. ‘Why don’t you go back inside to Jessica?’

Keira nodded and went inside, feeling sick and worried that she was causing all of the tension between the Alphas. She had never meant to.

Michael sighed and ran a hand down his face once he saw his niece was safely inside.

He turned back to Luke. ‘Stopping him was the right thing to do, but we don’t want a fight on our hands. I fear there is already going to be one anyway.’

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