I am taking requests in anons. I do the ones below, but I may be able to do others depending on the request. If you have any feedback, I’m all ears. I can always get better. 😊
can i request a carl x reader where when they get kicked out in like s6, shes like this rich kid who bribes the bank into getting their house back? like the cops are kicking them out and she just pulls up with a notice, shoves it in their face and the cops leave? i think it’d be hilarious
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Sorry about the late reply. I'm trying to get back into things. I hope you enjoy it.♥
Rich Reader helps Carl when they are getting evicted
Carl couldn’t stand what was happening to the house, but he wasn’t going to bring you into it.
He thought with Fiona’s loan looming over his head it seemed possible. After the auction, he didn’t want you finding out.
That particular early morning, you heard the sound of your parents popping champagne in the kitchen, and you walked up to them and asked, “What are you guys celebrating?”
You dad answers, “You know our top salesmen got a house bought in the area we are trying to buy out; When any of them go down, it just means another one, and another one, and ano-”
“I get it.”
Seeing yet again no response from Carl, out of sheer boredom you look over at the stack of papers on the kitchen counter top and you ask, “Do you mind if I take a look?” Your moms eyes go wide and reach for the papers, which causes the papers to fall.
In distaste, your mom says, “Look what you did.”
You apologize and help pick them up and a familiar picture catches your eye. It was the Gallagher house, having been sold and marked with the day before.
You stand up and shout, “What is this?!”
Your father responds nonchalantly, “Don’t get all riled up…”
“Why the hell would you do this?”
“Not us. It’s just apart of the workload. We didn’t do it personally.”
“Yeah I’m sure. You hate Carl.”
“Yes, we don’t like that boy you hang out with. However, we didn’t go looking to do this. It’s just a bonus.” You shake your head at them and leave the house.
You are on the way to the Gallagher house when you see Carl sitting on a bench at the school track with Nick.
You go up to him and shove him before screaming, “Why didn’t you fucking tell me, bone head?”
Nick stands up, and Carl waves him off. Nick goes onto his bike and begins to ride the track. You shove Carl once more and wait for a response. He yells, “What are you on about women?!”
“Don’t fucking start, Carl!”
The threat calms him down as he lowers his voice and says, “What is it Y/N? Geez…”
“Uhmm…I don’t know. Your house being sold.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?””
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Carl...It’s me.”
“You wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Ouch…However, fair.” He snickers. You put a hand on his shoulder and comment, “You can tell me anything Carl. I’m here for you whatever you need.”
“Well, really there isn't much to do. They outbid us last night…Even after Fiona getting a loan, and everyone else scraping up what they could.”
“I could’ve helped.”
“No. Fiona didn’t want my money. I doubt she’d want yours. She wouldn't’ have taken it.”
“But, still-”
Carl's phone rings. It was Debbie, and she was freaking out. You could hear it as she yelled, “I need you like fucking now!” Carl looks over to you and says, “The cops are taking our stuff out.” You stand up and tell him, “Well, let's go.” Carl waves Nick over, and you head over to the house.
You can’t believe the sight of the he cops just taking their things out the house and throwing them like nothing. Carl notices that you haven’t moved from your spot and asks, “You’re not coming?”
“I have to do something. Before i go-” You hug Carl close, which gave you the chance to grab at Carl's gun.
You weren’t sure you’d need it, but something instinctive told you to take it,
Getting home, your quick to find the paper from the morning, you call the new owners, as you get ready to print a new contract that you’ve seen your parents make time and time again.
“Hello, thank you for your latest purchase without us. I was just calling to see if we could finish some final things today.” As they agree, you continue to say, “Great. Where can we meet?...A cafe? Would you mind texting the address to this number? Okay. I’ll see you there.”
Having all you paperwork, you rush to your room clearing out your savings and grabbing your checkbook. Then, you head over towards the city.
The couple look at you surprised, and they say,
“I’m sorry I thought we were supposed to be-”
“Meeting my parents?”
“I’m sorry for all the confusion.” You present an envelope to the table. “You recently bought that house; Now, my friend is going to be homeless. I know this isn’t your problem. However, I can still make this even better. I’ve got about 300,000 its way more than the cost you paid for the house and with that you could probably buy a new house. I have this contract of you releasing the house and your money from the auction will be given back. You just have to sign.”
“I don't know about this.”
You put on your best Carl impression before showing the gun in your pants and say, “Your going to fucking sign before I pop you right here.” You were shaking on the inside at all of it. However, they were quick to sign and rush out of there with the money. You let out air before grabbing the papers and trying to rush back to Carl. This had to have worked.
The police stand in front of Fiona, Carl, and Debbie. You take your keys out the car and slam the door shut and shout, “Stop right there!”
They all look at you funny.
You pull up the papers and look to Fiona before saying, “Fiona, I need you to sign this!”
“What is it?”
“Trust me.”
Fiona does so, and you unconsciously shove the papers at the cop. The cop asks, “What's this?”
You respond, “An agreement from the buyers. They've changed their minds about the house.”
“That means nothing.”
“It does when they sign the house off to Fiona, who has the means to pay any debts on the house and buy it back in full with this check.” You hand it off to the guy. “Getting the bank off our backs.”
They all cheer before Fiona comments, “Please leave my property. I’ve got cleaning to do.”
With grim faces, the police leave
Fiona hugs and kisses you in the cheek. Carl pulls you in right after and asks, “How is this even possible?”
“A combo of my parents and you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You.”
You pull out his gun and hand it back to him.
“Shit.” He said before laughing and hugging you again. “Hey, Y/N?”
Story Description-Wanda has used you to bring back her brother. She erased your memory. Can Wanda keep this up and end it without anyone getting hurt?
Previous Chapter Description-Tension was running high between Y/N and Wanda. Matters only get worse as they get held up in a high risk situation at the store in front of civilians.
Having been shot and exhausted Y/N’s powers, Wanda watched as they fell to the ground.
Wanda’s vision come and goes with spots of black and white, and she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Pietro stood frozen at the events until Wanda’s sniffling alerted him once more. Pietro became active as he lifted Wanda’s shooken state and made his way over to Y/N. He leaned Wanda on the counter and rushed to sweep her body into his arm as he kneeled on the ground. He tried to shake them awake with pleas of, “Y/N?! Y/N?!” A response couldn’t be mustered from Y/N’s spent body. To no one in particular, he whimpered out, “What do I do?” He hugged them as close as he could, pleading, “Please.”
With Pietro losing control, Wanda tried to calm herself by letting out a few deep breaths. Shakely, she asks Pietro, “Is Y/N breathing?”
“I-”
He pulls their body in close and feels and hears them breathing, so he nods in response. Wanda holds at her stomach feeling a bit nauseous as she keeps her eyes away from the sight and moves a bit from the strong metal smell.
Wanda says, “Good. Uh. Apply pressure to the wound? I think that’s all we can do until…uh…”
“I can run to the hospital?”
“But-I-Okay do it.”
“I’ll be right back for you, okay?” Wanda nods.
Pietro speeds off and gets to a hospital in seconds screaming out, “Please help! Ple-“
When they take Y/N from his arms and onto a stretcher, Pietro feels a breathlessness that even running couldn’t cause. He pushed himself remembering Wanda. He took a small breath before rushing to Wanda. He grabs her shaking body, but he stops not even half way from the hospital.
In the middle of a dirt road, his knees meet the ground with a thud, and his arms begin to tremble. Although he tried to regain strength and get back up, he ended up trying to let Wanda down onto the ground gently, which more or less worked as his arms gave out.
Wanda blinks aggressively and looks around only to see only trees. She looks to see Pietro huffing and puffing, and the site makes her heart clench. In her shaking state, her hand touches his cheek even though the touch doesn't bring him back. She barely voices out, “Are you okay?”
He can only muster a shake of the head and small cracks to say, “What if they…”
Wanda knows what he means as he can’t finish his words, and her mouth wavers as she admits, “Pietro…I did something bad.” He doesn’t respond as he keeps trying to get his force back; however, Wanda’s whole body tensed and relaxed as her mind keeps running. She only feels some kind of relief when he’s able to breathe to an extent again and asks, “What?”
Wanda responds, “You were hurt so bad, and I found Y/N because of SHIELD. I’ve been using them to heal you…”
“Wanda, didn’t you already tell me this?”
“Yeah, but I did it without permission. I don’t know if they are looking for me, but I don’t want them to find us. I know I said we were going to the tower. I mean we were on our way…Just honestly, I didn't know if we should because of what could happen…I’ve been lying to you so much…I-I’m sorry. There’s so much I haven’t been saying…I-I hope you can forgive me…It’s bad. It-”
He hugs her as her body violently shakes and tells her, “Thank you for telling me.”
“No. Pietro, you don't understand…All the lies-”
“You were just protecting me and caring for me. I get it. All you did was get into a system. It's not like anyone got hurt. No harm done. Everything is working out. Okay?”
“I-” Wanda couldn’t bring herself to tell the whole truth, but she feels a little pressure leave her body. She can only nod at him and notches as he stays quiet on the ground. His hand reaches for his heart with his eyes closed, and she sees him hitching his breath for air. She states, “Let’s take a second, huh?” She grabbed his shoulder. His eyes shot open, and he lifted his head. He raced to lift his body only to crumple back to the ground. He barely caught himself with his head close to the ground. Wanda exclaimed, “Pietro!”
He looks at her and says, “We should get going.”
“Pietro take a second…”
He shakes his head and strains to say, “Y/N…It-It-uhh-hurts.” Wanda straightens her body to take a look at him, and her eyes go back to Pietro's hand that still lies on his heart. She soothes his back with her hand and repeats, “Take a second.” He doesn’t say anything as his breath huffs in and out of his body.
Finally, Pietro stands without warning, and he softly utters, “I don’t think I can run us to the hospital…”
“It’s okay. Let's just walk it. We’ll check on Y/N. Then, get you some food and water.” He shrugged and started walking. His hands together and covering his chest. Wanda grabs one of those hands as they begin their walk.
When they arrive, they’ve calmed slightly and ask for Y/N. Eventually, a doctor
directs them to sit, and Pietro's body gives out and plops onto the chair. Unwillingly, he takes Wanda’s commands to eat and drink. Pietro’s mind flashes to the previous scene of Y/N, and it makes his body tense up even more. He ached for them to be okay.
Eventually, a doctor came up to them with an update. Pietro rose to his feet giving himself whiplash along with dizziness. The doctor held their hand up and went over to them and explained, “The surgery went well. We got the bleeding under control, and the bullet placement wasn’t lethal. Luckily, the bullet placement wasn’t impossible.”
Pietro asks, “So, they are okay?”
“The injuries they came for? Yes…However, there is a concern…”
“Oh god…What is it?”
“The brain activity they have is concerning. We will monitor. Sometimes trauma to the body causes the body to shut down to heal, so they could end up in a-“
“A comma…”
“Ah-Actually, yes. It’s possible, so we are monitoring. If you have any questions, let me know.”
“Sorry. I can't help you. Regardless, they are resting.”
The doctor waved them off to go to talk to the nurse at the front desk. Pietro’s eyes never leave the doctor, and he nudges Wanda. She raises her hands very slightly before she shakes her head at Pietro. “What’s wrong?”
“I just can’t right now.” Pietro sees her face drop and her eyes tear up. He hugs her close as she cries trying to soothe her.
After a moment, Wanda pulled away, and she softly said, “Go see Y/N.”
“Wanda, I can’t just leave you and you heard what the doctor said.”
“Pietro, I think you forgot something.”
“What?”
“You’re faster than this.”
“I’m not dumb-I-Oh…”
“Yeah.” They look at each other before bursting out laughing. He nods and asks, “You don’t want to come?”
“No. You go. I’m good here for the moment.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure.”
He gave her one last look, and she gave him a small smile. He darted off into the hospital without noticing Wanda’s smile drop.
He looked through every room; finally, he found Y/N’s room on one of the higher floors in the hospital. Through the small window in the door, his eyes catch their bodies lower half. His hand strained on the door handle before he leaned on the door for a moment.
The ding of an elevator alerted him to stand straight. His legs bounced up and down restless as he rushed inside. The site of seeing them covered in wires and blood smeared hands. He sits down in the seat near the bed, and he grasps their hand. His hands started to shake. He puts his forehead onto their hand before whimpering out, “I’m so sorry…Maybe we should’ve just went to the tower. This never would’ve happened…”
He looked at Y/N’s peaceful face and smiled slightly as he continued to say, “If you were awake, I bet you’d say something along the lines of it’s not like I’d know this was going to happen…I’d probably be convinced by you…You’re good at that.” He laughs to himself slightly before he looks at all the dried blood on his hands. His breath goes shallow. Tears finally free from his eyes, and he continues to say, “I…I should be fast enough…I am…I swear. Just the gun…it…”
His eyes close, and his tears fall onto Y/N. Soon after, he leaned on their hand and started calming down in their presence and touch. The effect was so strong that all the exhaustion hit until he fell asleep on Y/N’s hand.
When he woke up, a nurse was shaking him awake, and he woke up with a jolt. The nap and previous crying made him feel groggy. The nurse grabbed his shoulder trying to pull him out of the room.
Pietro was quick to apologize, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see them.”
The nurse answered, “Well, you’ve done that. Time to go. Do I need to call security?”
“No. I’m going…”
He trembled as he bent down to kiss Y/N’s hand; then, he left the room and headed back to Wanda.
As he neared the waiting room, he stopped short from the site of Wanda sitting in the same seat previous with no movement. He sees her blank expression. He waited for a few seconds and hardly anything changed. Worry filling him for her, so he sees no other option but to collect himself. He took a few seconds while he breathed in and out. He thought of your hugs and caresses, and it helped him once more.
With a recollected state, he walked over to sit beside Wanda. Wanda didn’t move one bit. Pietro reached for her arm, and she jumped. His eyes went wide at the action. She barely mumbled out, “Sorry.” He faked a smile and nudged her with his shoulder to reply, “It’s okay. Didn’t realize I looked that terrible, but I must be to get you jumping.” Wanda couldn’t even manage the smallest of smiles or any change in expression and shrugged at him. He puts his arm around her to hug her close and mentioned, “They say Y/N’s okay. Really…It’s just the coma thing. Y/N’ll get out of it though. I mean after all the times they helped me before. They’d been using their powers for a while then…It lasted a while, but they woke up. They will this time too.” Wanda shuddered at his words. He rubbed her arm and put his hand to her hair to calm her. Her exhausted state finally feeling itself give out. Her eyes close, and she falls asleep in his hold.
After almost a week, they were both getting a bit restless. While Pietro would go to see you as long as he was allowed to without anyone knowing, Wanda still hadn’t seen you.
At the time, Pietro was checking on you as usual with Wanda waiting in her seat. Wanda sat with her head in her hands when she heard someone clear her throat. A new doctor was present in front of her. The doctor smiled and grabbed at the clip bored slightly fidgeting with it. The doctor said, “Hello, Ms. Maximoff?” Wanda nodded; however, the doctor didn’t speak. Wanda stood and asked, “Is Y/N okay?”
“Y/N? The patient…well-”
“Did something happen?”
“Don’t worry, just-You’ll understand when I show you. Follow me.” Wanda nodded and followed. Even with her mind occupied she couldn’t help notice the halls were a little more crowded than usual. Wanda convinced herself she was just trying to distract herself, but she knew she should focus on the issue at hand.
They walked for a good while, and it gave Wanda’s nerves more time to build. They walked not only all the way outside but towards the back of the hospital, which was almost completely empty.
Wanda finally blurted, “What do you need to show me?!”
The doctor dropped his clipboard and rushed to pick it back up. Wanda kneeled down to help pick up the papers and apologized. The doctor looked at her with what looked like fear. Then, a glimmer caught Wanda’s eye. The glimmer came from a gun seemingly concealed by the hospital coat.
Wanda’s eyes glowed, and she used her abilities to push the doctor rolling back on the ground. Wanda’s eyes glowed in menace, and she yelled, “What do you want from me?!” Her hand quickly raised.
Suddenly, her hands are put behind her back before her hand is locked in a bulky set of handcuffs. She groans as she struggles against the new forces on her and tries to let her powers flow, but it results in nothing. She looked around frantically to see agents multiplying.
The agent behind her forced her face down onto the ground, and she exclaimed, “Hey!”
The weight on her was removed shortly after; then, she felt someone lift her and set her on her feet.
She raised her head to see Agent Hill in front of her. Agent Hill gives her a small smile and addresses Wanda, “Wanda, I apologize for the treatment. It was certainly not our intention that they treat you so roughly.” Agent Hill stares down her agent that restrained you, and they look away.
Wanda looks to see how scared the fake doctor is and how other agents carry him away from her. Wanda narrows her eyes and asks, “What’s going on?”
Maria answers, “Right now, we’re taking you and your brother back to the tower.”
“Pietro! You-”
“He’s fine. Sedated, but he isn’t harmed. Don’t worry. Now, we’re heading out.”
“But, no! I don’t understand! Let me go! Let my broth-”
An agent sedates Wanda. Wanda lets out gibberish, and the last thing she hears is Maria say, “I’ll let Fury explain.”
Wanda wakes up laying down on a hospital bed in a room, but her hands are still within the weird cuffs. There’s a screen in front of her. Wanda narrows her eyes around the scene and asks, “What’s going on?” Nasha is about to speak when Fury aggressively clears his throat. He wore a stern expression and he answered, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m protecting them from you.”
“Fury-” Natsha tried to interject.
“Do you see the agent you were just talking to?” Fury points to the fake doctor and Wanda looks at their terrified expression as they need help being lifted by fellow agents. “What exactly were you going to do with them?” Fury narrows his eyes.
“I-” Wanda looks down.
“Exactly you-”
Natsha cuts him off this time to say, “She’s got to defend herself. What else? Not only is she supposed to trust this doctor, but the doctor could do her harm and lie. What did you think was gonna happen to Fury? Honestly, I don’t think this has been your best plan.” Natsha shook her head and Fury.
It riled up Fury as he clenched his jaw, and he looked like he wanted to say something to Natasha. Instead, he looked back to Wanda and asked, “What did you think was gonna happen when you had your little store fiasco? The witnesses are all talking about your powers.”
“I didn-”
“How is your brother even alive?”
“I-”
One of the agents' radios goes off, and they all hear, “The twin is secured. Over.” Wanda eyes scrunch in anger, and she yells, “You captured my brother?!”
“We don’t know how dangerous he is. He shouldn't even be alive. Did you think anything through?”
“No! But, that doesn’t give you any right to treat us like this! We’re still human!” Fury sighed and touched the bridge of his nose before starting to walk out of the room. He looks to Natasha and warns, “The cuffs stay on.”
Natasha walks closer towards the bed. Wanda lets out a huff of air and comments, “Yeah. Fury is actually as rough on the edges as he seems.”
“Natasha, what are they going to do to him?”
“Honestly, I don’t know…I saw the news and what happened. Even after realizing it was you, I didn’t expect any of this to happen. I know we deal with some crazy cases. That being said, I'm still surprised about all of this…Uh…So, how is it to have your brother back?”
“Besides everything it took…It’s him. Despite everything, this is still better than before when he was gone. I couldn’t ask for anything more…” Natshas’s pocket beeps, and Wanda nods her head towards the door and says, “Go ahead and take it.”
“Alright. It’s probably just Steve. He should be coming in here soon. Then, maybe things will move along better for you.” Natasha smiles and opens the door.
“Natasha?”
“Yeah?”
“It feels like so long ago, but honestly thank you.” Nstasha smirks and nods before leaving,
As she finds herself alone in the hallway, she makes a call that soon goes through.
“Hey Nat, what’s up?”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“The twins are back here.”
“The twin-What?”
“He’s alive.”
“He’s alive?”
“He is.”
“He’s alive! How in the-”
“None of us know. That’s what Fury wants to figure out. I just wanted to make sure you know. You beat yourself up for that for so long-”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
“You should be seeing me soon.”
“I figured.”
“What the hell is going on there?”
“Honestly, things have been crazier than usual, so I can’t even tell you.”
Lip Gallagher x Reader-Taking care of him after a day of construction
Hello! I'm trying to get back into writing, so I am looking into my box to write any requests. Please be patient with me. In the meantime, please enjoy some other fics I have going on.
You get out unreasonably late from work, but your boss insisted you stay a few more “minutes”.
Your about to finally get off work when you’re reminded that Lip should have been home by now. However, something in you told you to call him.
It rings for so long that you can only assume he’s sleeping. Feeling guilt, your about to hang up when his voice rings out, “Hey, Y/N!”
“Hey?...You sound very lively at this time of night.”
“Yeah. Just out at the bar.”
“Out at the bar? Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. You don’t need to worry about me. Just out with the guys.”
“Them?”
“The construction guys. It was a work requirement, and-Wait, why are you up so late?”
“Work too actually.”
He gives a slight laugh and replies, “Well, ain't that a bitch.”
“Yeah. It is.”
“Wait a minute, you're walking home all alone then.”
“I’m fine, Lip. Just get home safe. Okay?”
“Wait!”
“Yeah?”
“Let me walk you home. I’ll be right there. I’m pretty sure I know a shortcut to your job from here.”
“Lip, You really don't have to.”
“But I want to. You right in front or?”
You smile and reply, ”Just a block or two from work.”
“Alright. Be there in two shakes.”
You're leaning against the wall when Lip comes out of the alley nearby running. You shake your head at him as he pulls up to you breathless. He gives a drunken smile and leans against the wall almost falling onto you, and he slurs out, “Sorry. “
“Drank a bit much, huh.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Alright. Well, come on, let's go. It’s getting colder by the second. “
“Alrighty.”
Getting inside your apartment, you are surprised and pleased to see your roommate not home at the moment. Lip plops onto the couch while you head to the kitchen to see what you can fix up. When you finish, you head over to the couch.
As soon as you see Lip take his hands out of his pockets, your eyes go wide, and your hands grab onto his.
You shout, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“What?”
“You’re hands are all fucked up, and you don’t say anything.”
“I’m fine.”
“I'll decide. Your meter of fine is just as fucked as your hands.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“Of course, I’m mad.” You huff at him and get a bowl, some rags, peroxide, and bandages.
“It’s not-“ You glare rewards silence from him.
When you finish, you get to eat semi-cold food. You don’t look over at him as you watch a movie.
Halfway through the movie, Lip can’t take it anymore as he kicks your foot gently. You look up and he says, “don’t be mad anymore seriously.”
“Lip, I just wish you cared or said something. It hurts that I care more than you do.”
“Well I love that you care more.” It quirks a smile although you try to stand your ground. Lip notices and hugs you. "You can't stay mad when I'm like this."
"I'll sure as hell try though." You both laugh at the comment, and he kneels in front of you.
He clears his throat and admits, "I'm sorry that I didn't say anything. In my fucked up ways, I didn't think it was a big deal...Since meeting you, I'm just not used to having someone care so much." You nod, and he kisses your hands. The affection only makes you want to be closer as you lean forward and kiss him.
He pulls away and says, "Thank you for taking care of me."
For now as far as rules for requests, I don't think I have much for the moment. When I write, I just try to be respectful of everyone. I give warnings as to not be triggering. If I think anything needs to be addressed, I think that another thing. For now, I guess there aren't much rules, and I'll do my best with whatever is requested. If I'm not comfortable writing about something, that might be the only thing, but I will let it be known.
Ya know how the Gallaghers have a piano in their house? Could you please write a request where Gallagher sister oc/reader taught herself to play piano over the years and eventually gets into the Chicago Symphony Orchestra? Thank you✌️
Hi! Sorry this took so long. Life decided to hit hard. 😅 I didn't have enough inspiration in me because of some health issues, and I didn't want to post this until it was ready. I wasn't going to half-effort this. Hope you enjoy it. Again sorry it took so long. I appreciate all requests and all comments, so this is no different. I want to thank you for the requests.
As for others who have sent me requests, I will be working on those as well. They will go out. I can't say for sure when. However, I'm getting back into the grove of things. Just something to know, I will be doing them in the order I get them in. Got some Carl, Lip, and The Boys requests on the way, so stay tuned!
Sister Gallagher Reader-Playing the Chicago Synphony
Her nerves were wracking as the seconds kept ticking by. She was going to be called up soon. She’d be performing her solo piano piece. She’d gone through it, but her nerves were the last test. Her heart jumped out of Her chest as she slowly peered out of the curtain to see the large crowd. This was the moment she’d been waiting for.
Soon after those in the house either parties or fought, she was quick to marvel at the lonely piano in the house.
Slowly, as she grew, she grew a bigger and bigger desire to play the piano. She'd sit at the piano and try every key; however, with school, she was quick to pay attention in music class and ask her questions. Although she didn’t have instruments there, she still did her best to retain any information she could.
When she got a phone, she used it to learn even more. From then on, she began her lessons. Day in and day out learning whenever she was free, especially at night. It was her favorite time to play. The silence of the house filled with music instead of curses and drunken screams.
Once she'd mastered the notes and basics. she'd upped the ante to practicing more difficult songs to play and mastering those. One day, she came across a beautiful piece of music and watched as the piano player’s hands moved with the music. Then, an applause rang out. She was wondering why the video and editing was so high quality. Then, she realized she wanted to create her own music. That night, she realized her dream. She wanted to play like that player did. She wanted her efforts to show for it. She wanted to play in the Chicago symphony.
It was a dream she never specifically mentioned, but all her siblings could see how dedicated she was about playing the piano.
When she were older, her phone helped her slowly learn different songs. Soon, she was making her own pieces. Then, when she had the chance to play at an event or school she took it. Music became her life after realizing she could actually do it.
She worked hard, which led to her getting an audition for the symphony. She was a finalist. She never imagined in her wildest dreams to have accomplished it that far; however, now that she was there. Those hours and seconds mattered to everything she’d been working for. She had about a week to practice until the actual event. She would practice as usual as much as possible. However, her siblings looked to her with worry as there was something called too much practice. She began to mess up the keys. Her mind was turning to mush.
Her siblings came to check on her and told her to pull away, but she wouldn’t listen at first.
It was three days before opening night, and she banged her head on the keys in frustration. Fiona’s voice rang out, and she asked, “Hey, what’s up?”
“Maybe you guys were right…I should take a break…”
“You think. I mean right now it’s almost midnight. Everyone's about to head to bed, and I don’t even think I remember seeing you eat today.” Lip strides down the stairs, and he comments, “That’s because they didn’t.” Fiona gives you a look and states, “I’ll make you something.”
She glared at Lip,and he responds with a smile and says, “Don’t worry, Fiona, I’ll force feed them if I have to.” She hit his shoulder with a hard smack. He looks to her before lifting her up over his shoulder as best he could to get her over to the couch.
She yelled, “Fuck off!”
He plops her on the couch and responds, “I’m just getting you away from the piano. Swear you’ve been in the same spot for days. Mold is gonna start. I'm saving you the trouble.”
Ian comes from the front door and overhears a bit as he asks, “We have mold again? Where?”
She huffed and leaned roughly back onto the couch, There is no mold!”
She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. Suddenly, She felt less irritable even the calmest she’d been in the time she’d started preparing.
Fiona comes by with a full plate. When the smell hits her nose, her eyes are quick to open. It wakes her back up, and she begins commenting to Lip, ”Okay maybe you were-”
The comment doesn’t go far as Lip shoves food into her mouth. Aggression was going to be the first reaction; however, her stomach and taste buds were happy, so she began to gobble down the food and water in front of her. Nothing took her attention away.
Ian pats at her head and smiles before saying, “Finally, she takes a break. I’m glad you guys did something because this was getting ridiculous. I was almost gonna lose sleep over this.”
Her three siblings were looking at her in adoration as she ate heartedly. As she finished, she smiled at them individually before her face fell, and she uttered, “Thanks guys, and I’m sorry…If I’ve been-”
Ian puts a hand to her shoulder and says, “No need for that.”
Lip adding, “You’ve been a pain but it’s okay…I guess.”
Fiona laughs and adds, “What’s family for?” She nods and smile wider feeling at ease. She's about to stand when Ian pushes her right back down with his hand, and he asks, “Where are you going?”
“I’ve had my break. It-”
Lip scoffs and says, “You don’t learn do you.“
“Well-”
“Rest. You know your music.”
Fiona adds, “No one worked harder at something they have a knack for. We all believe in you, so just rest.“ She looks at Ian, and he comments, “We’ll be there on opening night to cheer you, louder than anyone else. We all know that for a fact.“ She nods and heads to bed. She ended up sleeping for a day and half. Then, everyone was really great about helping find her something to wear because she’d completely forgotten about it.
Back to the moment of truth, her eyes land on her family all in the front row. They give smiles, waves, and thumbs ups. She remembers the encouragement of her siblings and take a breath. She closed the curtain and closed her eyes for a second.
They announce her name. When her eyes opened again, she made her way to the piano. She focused on the keys in front of her.
The cheers that fill her ears being none other than her family. She gestures for them to calm; however, they’ll never know how grateful she was for their support. Quickly, she lost yourself in her song and played until the end flawlessly. She'd done it.
She stood up and looked at the crowd. This time not only her siblings cheered but everyone else.
Idk if you take requests right now but this one is for Carl Gallagher:
Y/N gets beaten up by her Dad. That’s why she stayed at Carls house. At first they’re just good friends but after a while they fell in love with each other and Carl gets more and more protective about Y/N.
Warning-Abuse, Domestic Violence
Carl X Reader - Carl will protect you at all costs
This one is a little longer. Sorry for the wait. Also, those who have requested I am already starting to work on those. Don't worry, I will get those out eventually.
Although it was any other day, Y/N was usually safe when it was time to eat. Well, she thought she was.
Her dad ordered pizza and called her to come down to the kitchen. She was quick to pick up a slice and was about to start eating when her dad banged his hands down on the table. Y/N jumped up and stood on her feet.
“Y/N, they forgot our fucking bread sticks!”
“Dad, I-”
“I should get what I paid for! Call them back!”
“I don’t think they’ll come back even if they had them at all.”
Her dad looked at his receipt before throwing the phone at her, and it hit her chest, and he stated, “Call them back. I’ll have what I ordered.” She nodded and replied, “I-Okay.”
As she was on the phone, she was quick to understand that her dad wasn’t going to get everything he wanted that day. Y/N put down the phone with a shaky hand. She’s about to make a break for it until there’s her dad’s right hook coming her way. It was something she never really got used to; however, something was different that night as she saw her dad coming back around. Instead of running or taking it like usual, she found none other than Carl's movements and voice in her head as she instivielvy shot her leg out to kick him, which knocked him back. Her legs moved before her thoughts could because her body knew to get out of there.
Although out of danger, she was struggling to feel alright as she made her way to Carl’s house; however, she doubted Carl would want to talk to her anyway. They’ve been some distance apart from each other due to her father. Her dad didn’t like Carl around her, and she was keeping her distance to get in the good graces of her father, so he’d let her go out again. Regardless, she only felt safe to go to one place.
Carl opened the door, and her face came into the light. A bruise formed on her cheek.
She admitted, “Carl-I-I’m sorry I haven’t been seeing you. I don’t even know if you want to see me right now?”
“Who the fuck did that?!” It’s his initial reaction, but he notices her step back from him; it caused him to calm himself. The next time he speaks, he softly says, “Sorry.” She nods at him. “I don’t care about that alright. You're hurt. Come inside.”
When they get inside, they get to Carl’s room. Carl wraps as many blankets as he can find around her as it was a cold and dark night by then.
Suddenly, he notes,“So, this is why you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Avoiding? No…umm, my Dad wouldn’t let me see you.”
“What is that fuckery? I have never done anything to him or you.” Y/N can’t help laughing at the words, but she is quick to try and cover it up with her hand. He removes her hand and admits, “Hey, you never have to hide yourself from me in any way. Now, who did this? Not going to lie to you. When I find them, I’m powning some ass.”
”Carl, just leave it.”
“You shouldn't have to. The other person didn’t leave it.”
“It was my Dad...”
“So, he doens’t get a fucking pass.”
“No-I-Just…” She stops speaking, not knowing what to say. It hurts him to see her holding back from him so much and says, “I’m sorry. Look, I can leave it for now. Do you want me to go to your house for some clothes? I’m letting you stay here as long as you need alright.”
“You’re really going to let me stay here? Just like that?”
“Don’t ask dumb questions. You're my best friend.”
“I-Right. For now, I’m good. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Hungry?”
“Not really?” Her stomach protested her words right after.
“Y/N…”
“I’m just digesting.”
“Am I going to have to shove the pizza I’m going to order down your throat?”
“Carl.”
“Y/N.” He copied as they whined; then, they both laughed out.
“Fine. I’ll let you eat. You better know my order.”
“Yeah.yeah.”
After eating, the sleepiness hit, and she couldn’t help yawn. Carl handed her the biggest shirt she’d ever seen.
She quickly asked, “What is this?”
“I want you to be comfortable.”
“I-Thanks.”
“No problem. I’ll let you change.” Carl stepped out of the room. They sat in the room feeling out of place like it was the first time. Y/N sighed before quickly changing into the long over sized shirt. Carl knocked on the door hollering, “You done?”
“Yeah.” He came in and handed her a toothbrush before saying, “You lucky that was the last one.” Y/N nods and brushes their teeth before heading back into the room.
Immediately, Carl voiced, “Now, pick a side of the bed.” Y/N choose the wall as it would be less bothersome for him. Surprisingly, even after the night she had, she was able to find sleep.
Some time during the night, she turned toward Carl and ended up grabbing on his shirt roughly, which woke him up. He looked over to see her breathing heavy with a grimace on her face. He shook her awake, and she jolted into a sitting position. He grabbed her shoulder and cooed, “It’s okay.”
“But…My dad…” He patted her hair softly and slowly coaxed her into laying back down with him. Her breathing slowly slowly, and he commented, “Y/N, I won't let him hurt you ever again. If I can help it, you wont get hurt again.” At the time, they didn’t realize how far he took those words.
Y/N had stayed there for a good while after that. They’d already gotten their clothes from their house with the help of Carl and his family.
Then, Y/N was quickly to find an okay job, and Carl would watch over them there. In fact, he looked after Y/N just about everywhere they went. Y/N had noticed it, but it went too far one day at school.
As it was, it seemed Carl wouldn't let any boys near Y/N. However, one day Carl was called to the office towards the end of class, and Y/N was left waiting in the halls for him. Y/N was sitting on the bench near the office when someone sat next to them. Y/N looked to see it was just a boy in one of their classes. He smiled at Y/N, and Y/N gave one back.
He spoke out to say, “Y/N, right?”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“I just realized I can’t help looking at you in class.”
Y/N gave him a weird look and answered, “Okay?”
“You’re pretty good looking. Are you dating anyone?”
”I do not, but-”
She couldn't help thinking of Carl. Even if they could never be, she can’t just date when her heart isn’t in it.”
“Would you like to go on a date? I can make it worth your while.” His hand just touches a strand of her hair before Carl tackles him to the ground. Carl’s fist raising and hitting him in the face. Y/N left dumbfounded, but she was quick to pull Carl roughly off of the guy and dragged him outside the building before he got into even more trouble.
Y/N shoved him all the way to the back of the school building.
“Carl, what the hell?”
“What do you mean!? He puts his hands on you!”
“He touched like one piece of my hair, and you went psycho over that.”
“I’m just protecting you!”
“Well stop!” He was taken aback by the tone. Y/N closed their eyes before muttering, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just mad…not at you…at me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I didn’t mean to do this. I’m sorry.”
“Do what?”
“Burden you like this.”
“What?”
“Now, you're constantly worrying about me.”
“Don’t apologize. I just want you to be okay, and I mean by all means necessary.”
“Carl, you don’t have to. I am really grateful for these past few months. I’ve felt so free and safe, which is why I’m able to admit that I can’t do this to you anymore and I’m going.” Y/N goes to walk away, but Carl goes right in front of them.
“I do have to. I have a duty as your friend but now the stakes are even higher because…I like you know…actually I love you.” He grabbed their cheek gently and leaned in before pecking their lips. Softly, he said, “I know I’ve been really protective lately. I couldn’t help it. I made you a promise to make sure you weren’t hurt again...”
“Carl-”
“I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with, but you’ve stayed there at my side. How could I not have gotten these feelings sooner? Either way, the feelings are here now. I don’t want to keep creeps away from you as friends anymore. I want to care for you deeper, but I just don’t know if you want that.”
“Carl…I love you too. I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“Well, it’s settled. You're not going anywhere, and we can be together…Right?”
“Right.” He smiled widely before pulling Y/N into a firm hug. Y/N's hand touching his hair. He gave them a small space before they kissed again; however, Y/N were able to put their all this time as they kissed back.
Thank you to anyone supporting me. Sometimes it is a struggle to get to writing; however, it's been so much more exciting now that some of you ask for requests it gives me a different challenge. It pushes me to write. Thank you. Also, I thank those that comment. Honestly, I thank anyone leaving a like, following, reading and enjoying what I wrote. I'm just grateful.
if u can please write a carl gallagher x fem reader where they’re teenagers working at the same place eg a diner and carl hates everyone there but her trope? tysm 🫶🏼💗💗
I took some inspo from things in my life. It was kinda therapeutic and nice to write this out. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
I am still working on the other requests I have, but they will be written. Lol. Also, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
Carl Gallagher x Female Reader-"Hate everyone but you"
Carl was getting to the diner late as usual even with the standing goal to get there in time to see her.
He bursts through the door to see that she’d already made it to work. He was in the process of waving at her when their manager bumped into him, and the manager stated, “You’re late.”
Carl shook his head and explained, “Don’t think so. I got here before you. I would call that on time.”
“Oh really? I got something for you.” The manger flicks Carl off with a smile before walking off.
Carl's response was, “Dickhead.“
Carl clocked in and went in to wash the few dishes already in the sink; however, it became clear to him quickly that it was a slow morning.
He looked at the floors and tables spotlessly clean. He thought about how she was the only one that cared enough to do the actual job. Her eyes were quick to find her sitting down and admire her as she sat watching the sun illuminate her. The cashier walked past him, and she commented, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
“Oh shut up. You wish you could be that beautiful.”
The cashier gasped and retorted, “You ass.”
“Hey, I’m the one minding my business; you came up to me.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Well, you're ugly so who won?” He shrugs and laughs slightly at her.
She replied in mutters; however, she was quick to walk away after Carl gave her a taunting wave and the words, “Bye.”
Carl's eyes fall back onto her, and she's rubbing at her eyes softly and blinking aggressively. He looked at the coffee pot on the counter and made his way over. He asks a question he already knows the answer to, “Tired?” He lifts the coffee pot in the air and turns the cup over.
She responds with a small smile to answer, “Yes, actually. Thank you.”
He puts the coffee pot back where it’s supposed to, and he sits in the booth across from you. He nervously moved his thumbs back and forth on each other, and he struggled to find words, “So…Umm…” There was a small silence as you finished preparing your coffee how you like and asking, “How did you spend your day off yesterday?”
“Yesterday? Well, just the usual family is crazy. Really nothing much though.“
“Everything okay?” He smiles at the question and nods before asking
“What about you? I mean what do you do for fun.”
“Well, these days I’m not too sure. I actually picked up a shift yesterday actually.”
“Why?”
“They said they needed someone. So I came in.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t have anything to do anyway. I actually asked them to switch my schedule, so they don’t have to keep calling me.”
“Your switching days?”
“Yeah. Switching my Wednesday for a Tuesday. It works better that way for me. I can have all day off of nothing.”
“Wow-Well, if your not doing anything-We cou-”
The manager smiles smug as he walks over and states in an upbeat tone, “Carl, get back to the back work. Do your fucking job?”
“You-”
The manager looks at you and says, “Y/N a pleasure. I could just eat you up.“
Carl looks to see how she hunches over. The reaction and situation makes his hands ball up. Quickly, he says, “Fuck off!”
The manager opens his mouth before closing it. He walked off because Carl’s gaze and balled fists sent too many alerts through him. Carl gave a smile to Y/N, which she returned. After that, Carl went back to work to take away from the anger the interaction gave him.
The diner got slightly more busy, so the other dishwasher and Carl were working together to get it down. While Carl was washing some dishes, he overhears the other dishwasher say, “Yesterday was busy. You know Sal doesn’t even do too much work. Even with that, I have too much going on on Tuesdays. I doubt Manger. Fucktard would let me switch.”
Carl finished up his pile and went over and offered to switch Tuesdays. “Really? Man, I thought you were a son of a bitch, but you're alright.”
“Me son of a bitch? Don’t make me regret switching with you now. Mind giving me Thursdays. You can take my Friday.”
“Sure. No problem. I’ll let the boss know.” Carl waved him off with a smile and continued to work. He’d have the same schedule as you for the weeks to come, and he couldn’t wait.
Soon enough, the morning shift was over, and it was time to go. Carl rushed to get ready to go, so he could catch you. You're always too quick and he misses you. Despite the effort not resulting in what he wanted, he still smiled knowing he’d get to see you tomorrow.
It was evening shift this time on that Thursday, and he came in a bit late as he walked toward the dinner. Luckily, you were just getting there too. He smiled and said, “You're not early?”
She shook her head and said, “Night Shift is always worse, so I take my time getting here. Hopefully it ends soon…you don’t work today? Are you covering for someone?” He felt himself warm inside knowing that she did notice him. He could have sworn he answered but only in his head. “Carl?”
“Oh sorry I thought I answered you.”
“Only in your head huh. It’s okay it happens.”
“Actually my schedule changed too.”
“Oh…you didn’t say anything the last time we talked.”
“Manager fucktard?” She bursted out laughing full heartedly and called his whole body warmed at the sound. He wanted to hear it again; he got what he wanted as he seriously said, “Yeah. Fucktard.”
“Oh that’s good.” He smiled at her and laughed nervously along with her.
They made it to work and the shit show began. Carl actually didn’t realize what he’d gotten himself into. He’s never worked the night shift. Hectic and stressful but he remembered why he did it. Catching glances of her making it worthwhile and filling him with energy. Working even faster at work.
When things were winding down, it all took a turn for the worst. Y/N was stuck with a group of boys to wait on.
Immediately, one commented, “Nice ass.”
Y/N gasped out before trying to play it off and get it over with and questioned, “What can I get you all?”
Another replied, “How about your number?”
“You all need a few minutes. No problem. I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks for the view.” Y/N shook her head heading to her other tables until she went up to her manager, who sat at a counter.
She straight up asked him, “Hey, can you cover the group in the corner?”
“Why?”
“It's difficult because we’re the same age. You’d make it all go a lot quicker.”
“Hun, I could do that…
“Really-”
“But, I won’t.”
“What?”
“This work is professional.”
“They really will be here forever if you don’t step in.”
“Dear…Look, you know what?”
“What?”
“I could do it for a price…” His hand starts to make its way on her thigh. Y/N pulls away instantly and walks back over to the table of boys. She puts on her facade and asks once again, “What can I get you?”
“How about some cake?”
“We don’t actually have much dessert. Certainly, not cake.” The group of boys laugh.
Y/N gets all the rage built. It gave her the courage to say, “If you aren’t going to get anything, you have to go.”
“Is that any way to talk to a customer? That’s a bit rude.”
”You’re lucky that’s all you get. You are being more than rude. Also, disgusting, creepy, and straight up pathetic that you have to do this just to get any kind of attention. I’m done with your table.” Y/N goes to walk away before one of the boys grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch-” Y/N doesn’t have to finish the sentence before Carl is jumping over the counter, removing his hand with a strong grip. He tackled the boy to the ground pounding his fists down. The other boys started to get up. Y/N stopped at least two from getting up as she kicked them back into the booth and used her order book to hit anywhere she could. Honestly, those boys never had a chance. Carl was livid for your treatment. Soon the manager was up and pulled Carl off of one of the boys. He pushed Carl toward you and yelled, “You’re Fired Gallagher!” Y/N looked over to Carl before she strides over to the manager not caring about the bodies on the ground and punching the manager square in the face. “Fucktard! I quit! Touching a minor! Watch your children with this one!” Y/N pointed to herself. Carl got his and Y/N’s things before walking out together. The adrenaline ran out and Y/N was left shy. She uttered to Carl, “I’m sorry I got you fired.”
“That? Who cares?”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t matter. Come on, they need people. They’ll call us back. If not, they don’t deserve us. They certainly don’t deserve you.” The words made her shy as she put her hands and looked down to say, “Carl…Ummm. Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m fine. Are you?” He grabbed your hands gently, and you both stopped walking. You stayed silent, and he continued to speak, ”The fact that you have to deal with assholes like that-It’s so fucked. I’m angry for you.”
“Is that why you did that back there?”
“That? I mean yeah…”
“Oh.”
“But, not just that. I don’t know if you noticed I hate everyone there.”
“I’ve noticed. Spouting your swears left and right.”
“I hate everyone but you.”
“I-Thanks?” Carl moved his hands from reviewing your hands to holding them. His breath hitched slightly before he smiled and said, Y/N…I have big feelings for you. It probably doesn’t sound so pretty. Honestly, I’m not that smart. I couldn’t stand the way they treated you in there, and I lost it…Anyway, I’ve been trying to gain so much courage to ask you out, but lose the nerve or get interrupted every time. I’d understand it if you said no, but I really had to ask.”
“You need that much courage just to ask me out even though you just fought all those guys with no fear?”
“Pretty much.”
“I-” Y/N held his hands back before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly. Carl leaned forward trying to catch your lips pulling away as he was fully enveloped in bliss. You laughed at his reaction, and he laughed at himself too. “I-Carl…I hope you realize not anyone just does what you did. I thought you were really cute, don’t worry…You’re not the only one. I’d love to go on a date with you and some other time we can find a job together?”
“As long as my schedule matches yours, I really don’t care where we work. Uh-” He scratches the back of his head softly and asks, “Can I kiss you again? I really liked it. Won’t be able to stop thinking about it if I don’t get at least one more before the end of the day.” You smile and nod as he comes in close.
if your requests are still open for shameless, could i please req a carl x fem!(or gn if youre not comfortable)reader where reader gets into a fight with her brothers and dad, and she ends up running off. she goes to carl and asks if she can stay over for a while, and just carl comforting her??
if you don’t feel comfortable with this, you can ignore it!
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Hiii back! Honestly, my requests are always open for any of my writing. I did write it X Fem reader. Hope you enjoy it. It has angst and fluff my two favorite combos. 😗
Carl X Female Reader
Y/B/N-Your brothers name
Y/O/B/N-Your older brothers name
You were being walked home by Lip when you noticed the slight awkward silence and couldn’t help asking, “Why couldn’t Carl walk me home again?”
“He said Fiona twisted his arm on needing some help with something. I don’t know, but he asked me to walk his lady home as he called it.”
“He did.”
You snickered and added, “Sounds like him.” Lip laughed, and you both stopped in front of your house. You thanked him for walking you, and he replied, “No worries. I mean Carl seems to be happy.”
“Oh. I mean I hope so. I definitely am.” He smiles and nods before you give him a thankful wave and make your way inside.
Immediately, with the CLICK of the door, your dad quickly came out of the next room to come up to you. He states, “You’re late. Your curfew is 8.
You give a small side smile and explain, “I know I’m like 5 mi-”
“You have a curfew for what?” You take a small breath and calmly respond, “I know. I’m sorry, but it’s only five minutes.”
“You know what could happen in five minutes?”
“I’m guessing a lot, but I’m here now so-”
“Do I need to ground you completely?”
“Dad, please, I won’t do it again. I’m late because I came walking as usual-I-” The door opens behind you due to your brother. There’s a smile on his lips. He passes by both of you with ease. You looked to your father, his attention slightly away from you, but it slowly came back as he asked, “What was I saying?”
You couldn't help scoffing and walked to the kitchen to follow your brother, so your father had no choice but to follow you. You stopped in the kitchen, and your brother began grabbing cereal and a bag of chips as he sat content at the kitchen table. You give your father a side eye. Silence falls, and you can’t help but fill it and ask, “Where’s your, ‘you’re late speech” for him?” Your father sits down at the table and grabs the bag of chips from your brother's hands and sits down and asks, “What?”
“Y/B/N, he just came home even later than me. You’ve been talking to me about what feels like forever, but it’s been like-” You grab your brother's wrist and see it reads 8:15. “It’s been 10 minutes. He’s even more late than me. You're not even going to ask what you were doing?” Your brother harshly pulls his hand away and yells, “Mind your own business!”
Your dad yells back, “Don’t get loud!” Your brother shrinks into himself at the words. “But…You’re brothers right. Don’t bring him into this. You and I are having a conversation.”
“I-'' You feel your emotions bubbling up, and you see your youngest brother peering in and trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him. “What are you looking at dufus?” Your dad looks to your youngest brother, and he runs to your dad. Your dad carries him and smiles before turning to you and saying, “Don’t call him that.”
“No? But, everyone gets a pick at me. You never tell them anything. You say their boy or their playing around, but when it's me-Look, I’m getting off track.” You point to your brother eating and ask, “Are you not going to tell him anything?”
“Look, it’s different. He’s a guy.”
“But, he’s 2 years younger than me not to mention more stupid if you didn’t notice. You let Y/O/B/N go oue even later than any of us, and he’s only a year older than me…I do everything right. I’m careful too because I know it can be dangerous, but anywhere. Plus, it’s not like I came alone. My boyfriend brother walked me-”
“You surround yourself with boys. That’s not right. I don’t like your boyfriend. All kinds of trouble there.”
“You don’t even know him! Never even met him! Oh, but Y/B/N gets to have his friends over no problem! Including girls!”
“Don’t raise your voice at me! See you're looking for trouble. Only learning bad things!” Your father stepped up.
Suddenly, your brother laughed and said, “You both look like idiots.” You both stopped to stare at him. Your dad shook his head and said, “Go to your room while I talk to you sister.”
The calm response bursted your anger as you yelled, “He just called you an idiot, and you talk to him like that?! He could get away with murder, huh?! If I were to step one millimeter out of line, I'd be dead!”
“You’re so dramatic.” Your brother says and laughs right in your face. Your dad even lets out a small snicker.
You shake your head before turning to your brother and raising your hand. You slap him right across his cheek and spout, “Don’t be dramatic. I hit like a girl right?” You walk in the opposite direction of them as you go to the back door. Your brother and father left aghast. You're about 20 feet away when they both come out.
Your dad yells, “Come back here! It’s late!”
You shake your head and stride away even faster. Your head throbbing as you hold in the tears. You just want to scream.” You shake your head the whole way to the only place you want to be and the only person you want to be with.
You get to the door and knock lightly as you start to feel embarrassed. You decide against it as no one comes up. You hear the door open, but you don’t turn back and keep going when you stop on a step hearing Carl question you, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”
“Thought I forgot something. I was wrong. I gotta go.”
You keep going down the step, and you miss a step. Luckily, you barely caught yourself on the railing.
Quickly after, Carl’s arms go to your hips before moving to put his shoulders around you.
You can’t help it and start sobbing. He slowly brings you down to sit on the step, and he sits on the step above you and hunches over to hug you close to him. You hold his arms tightly.
When you calm down a bit, his hand lifts to cradle his arm and hand gently around your head, and he starts to run his hands up and down your hair while his other hand rubs up and down your arm.
“What happened baby?” You respond with a deep breath, and he asks, “Who do I have to incapacitate?”
You let out a small laugh and say, “I’m sorry. That’s a pretty big word for you.”
He shrugs and asks, “Did I use it right?”
“Yeah.” You smile softly.
He removes his hand from your hair, and has his knuckle gently rub your cheek and the corner of your smile. “There goes that smile. No offense, it looks way better on you than the crying.” You nod softly. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” You sigh and try to scoot further back to cuddle closer to him.
“It’s just my stupid dad…my stupid brothers…They’ll never get it. No offense you won’t either but…They frustrate me so much. I could explain to them everyday of my life why things don’t have to be so different in comparison to my brothers, and why it’s wrong to do that…they still would never get it…”
“Maybe in their fucked up way they want to protect you I don't know. At least your dad, your brothers are assholes though." You let out a small laugh and shrug and reply, “It’s just so frustrating to be treated differently…Sometimes I hate being a woman…”
“Well, if you weren’t a woman, I wouldn’t have gotten to know you…I wouldn’t have gotten to love you. I wouldn't get a hug.” He squeezed you close. “Wouldn't get to kiss you.” He peppered kisses to the side of your head and neck, which made your face light up even more. As your face still glistened, he wiped your face with his knuckle and said, “I love you, okay?”
The words hit your ears and went past your throat and to your heart. You almost wanted to cry at the sweetness he was giving to you instead you replied, “I love you too.” You turn your body towards Carl half way. Although uncomfortable on the small step, you hug him and feel all the comfort in the world. Your face in his stomach and you just inhale his scent. You suddenly feel very exhausted like you could sleep then and there. He notices your hand loosen. He pats you back until you lift your head.
“Come on, let's get ready for bed before you fall asleep.” He helps lift you up and holds you the whole walk to his room, and you both lay down in each other's arms. You can't help asking, “How come you're so smart on how to be there for me?”
“It’s one of the only things I’m good at, you know. I don’t know, I just have to be smart about you to keep you around. Don’t want you to leave me.”
“I wouldn't. I wouldn't care.”
“Just want to be there for you because you're always there for me and make me so happy. I have to do the same. I love you.”
“I love you, Carl, seriously.” You lean over and cradle the side of his face before leaning in to kiss him softly. Your thumb swipes gently back and forth on his cheek. The window has just enough light coming into the room that you can still see him.When you pull away, he takes the initiative and gives you kisses on your eyelids before cuddling into you more. Carl falls asleep first. How can he not when he has you in his arms? Hearing his deep breathing, you were able to find sleep yourself. The events of the day washing away for at least this moment with the love of him.
Sorry this one has been slow coming. Got a little stuck int he writing process amongst other things that happened. Hope you keep reading and enjoy yourselves ☺
Story Description-Wanda has used you to bring back her brother. She erased your memory. Can Wanda keep this up and end it without anyone getting hurt?
Previous Chapter Description-Wanda is torn on how she feels about the possibility of you and Pietro. Pietro can't help express himself more about his feelings, but at what cost?
Your throat is dry as you stare into Pietro’s eyes. You don’t know what to say to him. A chance token after you both hear a thunder. Pietro is quick to put an arm under the back of your knees. He lifts you up and stands straight. Your eyes never strayed from his, and you somehow knew what he was thinking; thus, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, close your eyes, and nuzzle your face in his chest as he speeds off.
Only a drop caught you on the cheek as he reached the front of the building; Seconds after, the rain smashes down. Since you heard and felt his heavy breathing, your eyes opened, and you moved from his chest to meet his eyes. Something sparkled in his eyes, and you both stopped to take in each other. You feel your heart beating a little too fast than you can take and mutter out, “M-m-missed the rain…Wow…You run fast.”
He gently lays your feet down on the ground, but one arm remains around you. You're about to ask about it when his free hands reach to touch your cheek and wipe away the drop of water as he says, “Just a drop.”
Softly and barely audible, you respond, “Thank you.”
“Of course.” His breathing is still a bit loud, and he takes notice this time. He removes his arm from you gently, and he utters, “Sorry that I’m breathing so loud.”
“Don’t apologize, it only makes sense. I thought the running didn’t affect you though.”
“Oh…It doesn’t-I mean usually…uh-” He struggled to lie, so he was thankful when you gave him an out by saying, “Running so automatically was probably just difficult.”
“Oh. Right. Right. That’s what’s making me breathe like this…Right. You're so smart I’ve noticed.”
“Thank you. I have to say all these compliments you’ve given me are nice. I will add though that I have to ask about it?”
”Wha-What do you mean?”
“I mean don’t think I didn’t notice.” You push his shoulder playfully, and he touches the spot your hand just met. Pietro’s about ready to explode. He expected his affections to reach, but he didn't think it would happen this fast. His voice cracks slightly when he says, “Was I that obvious?”
“You were so much happier today. It was more than usual, so it only makes sense to want to spread your joy to others.”
“You’re okay with me being happy like this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be happy you’re happy? I will add that I don’t know why you're so happy?”
“Oh! You don’t know…” Pietro touches the back of his neck, and he tries to recover from what he thought this was and says,”It’s-uh-I slept better.”
“That’s amazing. What did you change?”
“Nothing really…I mean my attitude has just changed to things that have already been around.”
You nod softly and respond, “That’s great.” He nods, and you both head inside.
Both of you stopped in front of Wanda’s room, and you snatched the pills out of his hands and told him, “I can check on Wanda one last time for you, so you can head to bed.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Ture, but I want to. Good Night.” He nods and brings you into a hug. He cradles your head a bit which makes you stiffen for a second. Then, he pulled off and added, “Good Night.”
As he closed the door to his room, he leaned against the door and held his chest. Breathing heavy again from just the overload of contact with you. He was elated and overwhelmed by it all at once as he smiled to himself before calming down a bit and heading to bed.
You put the pills on Wanda’s nightstand with another water bottle since Wanda finished the last one. You were fixing the cover that laid a bit too low on Wanda when she groaned out. You froze so as to not wake her up, but her eyes opened slowly. She smiled at you. Before you knew it, she grabbed your arms and threw you onto the other side of the bed to be next to her. She giggled, and you laughed in supriuse. Through closed lids, Wanda spoke out and said, “You and I met under horrible circumstances…Pietro was…He was so-” She whimpered a bit, and you grabbed her hand. Wanda holds it tight and brings it up to her chest. “It was bad, ya know. I was very sad. I was crying just about everyday. When I wasn’t, all I could do was be angry, which made me frustrated. My feelings couldn’t fix anything. I had no control. All I wanted was Pietro back…Then, you.” Her eyes open, and she meets your eyes. “You were a saving grace for Pietro, but I guess for me too. I needed him, and you made it happen. Really, thank you.” She kisses your hand, and you feel tears burning you and your chest too.
“You’re welcome I guess.” You laugh slightly, and she does the same.
“After you brought him back to me and gave me hope…I mean you and I slowly became friends, so here we are…” You nod.
Although they were facts you already knew, you knew Wanda was being genuine and opening up, and you weren't going to take that away from Wanda or the moment.
Wanda nodded slowly back, and she closed her eyes again. Eventually, you felt her hand looser, and you knew she was asleep. You slowly took your hand from hers and went to sleep in your room.
Your mind drifting to Wanda’s words, which could only lead to Pietro. You two had shared a moment that night no doubt, and it just made you smile all the way to sleep.
In the morning, Pietro was looking for a particular shirt and thought maybe it was in Wanda’s room. She liked to tidy up his things, so maybe she accidentally put it with her things.
As he rummaged in her bag, his hand found something small and solid. He grasped it and took it out to behold a phone. He shrugged at it before moving it to the side and finally found his shirt.
Wanda stirred from slumber, so Pietro turned his body to her. Wanda squinted, but she noticed her phone out. Alarmed, she manipulated the phone into her hand before she got up. She stormed next to him as she bumped him agressilvey and asked, What are you doing?” As he spoke, she shoved the phone and the rest of her things in her bag.
Pierto held up his hand offended as he sassed, “You did not just use your ability like that.”
Wanda challenged, “Clearly, I did.” She ticked her head at him and asked, “What are you doing snooping through my things?!”
“Jeez, someone woke up with a hangover, huh? We got you pills last night. Just take those and calm down.” He reached to calm her on the shoulder when she shied away from his touch and barked, “What were you doing?”
He sighed and calmly answered, “I wasn’t snooping if that’s what you're asking. I was looking for my shirt-”
“Okay.”
“You okay?” Wanda nods and answers, “Sorry, I overreacted.”
“Don’t worry, I know drinks get to you sometimes.”
“I am not a lightweight.”
“Whatever you say.” He gives her a kiss on the forehead. Wanda feels it burn as it’s a sweet gesture compared to her demeanor. “Wanda?”
“Huh?”
”I know things are weird for us since a while ago…I just want you to know whatever it is it will always be you and me.” He took her hand. Feeling disgusted with herself, she quickly removed her hand before saying, “Always.” He gave a gentle and playful fist to her jaw before heading out of the room.
In the hall, he was met with you. He was feeling happy with the moment he just shared with Wanda, and you just made him happy. Before he walked back to his room, he gave you a carefree smile before hugging you with a, “Morning.”
After everyone settled with their things, you were all walking along an open area with vendors and stores. Pietro was doing a lot of wandering and looking around while you and Wanda just strolled. However, you felt she was far away. You looked at some cotton candy, and you pretended to be interested in the picture on the sign as you used your energy to steal a cone. Having succeeded, you walked back over to Wanda to offer it. Wanda questioned the intention, “Pietro, send you over?”
“No. I stole this myself. My first grab just for you. Guess I’m really becoming one of you, huh?” The statement sparked enough anger for both of you. She couldn't stop herself from saying, “You’re not one of us…”
“What?”
“You aren’t one of us, Y/N! You’re here until we get to the tower and that’s that.”
You frown and ask, “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.”
“Wanda…Is this about Pietro again? I already told you I’m not here to do you any harm. I-”
“Just stop it!” Wanda stormed away from you, and you followed.
“Wanda!” Wanda’s hand ignited softly, and the ground shocked slightly.
Your mind flashed to moments here and there springing and fleeing. The one really sinking in being the last memory you had. Your mouth quivered as you stepped back with fear in your eyes, and you asked, “Where-Where am I?” You are searching. Wanda’s eyes went wide as she stepped forward and said, “Oh god.”
You flinched back your powers bursting out as you pushed her down. Wanda was quick to get up and get close. You guys closed, and Wanda put her hands near your head patching up the cracks of memory. Y/N stilled, and Wanda let out a sigh of relief. Y/N gave a smile and walked to a vendor to see what there was.
Wanda felt a moment of calm before she heard Pietro, “Wanda!” Wanda’s breath hitches as she robotically looked over to him. “What did you just do?”
“Would you believe me if I did it by accident?”
“What?! No! Wanda fix it!”
”Okay! Okay! Sorry!”
Wanda looked at you and waved you over. You came over with a smile on your face. Wanda was quick to just get you back to the last memory being of last night. You moved back a little dizzy, and Wanda and Pietro sat you on a bench. Pietro stated, “Sit here a second. I’ll get you some water.”
Pietro dragged Wanda with him and asked, “Why would you even try something on Y/N?”
“I-I-I’m sorry!” Wanda crouches down and puts her head in her hands. Pietro kneels down to Wanda’s level. While his hands were going to reach her shoulders in comfort, he resisted from letting himself fall to kindness. Pietro firmly spoke, “Wanda, what you did…it wasn’t okay.”
“I know! I know…”
“Why would you do that? These days I know we’re distant but not so distant that you do something like this around me…”
“What?”
“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed…our bond is close, but I find myself confused by a lot of the things you do these days since I woke up. A lot of things feel…off? I don’t know what it is, but I clearly need to pay more attention if you're gonna do things like this…I just can’t believe you’d do this.”
“Look, I had to-”, She said and stood up, but she stopped short of words. He stood up and waved his hands as he asked, “What are you even talking about?!”
“Don’t yell at me!”
“That’s not even the important thing right now! I can’t believe you can’t even see something so simple! What’s wrong with you?! Why did you do that?” Wanda’s words croaked and wavered as she said, “She was remembering something horrible!”
Pietro took a few steps back and looked to Wanda with disgust as he asked, “Did you just lie to me?”
“What? No-”
“You’re not telling me the whole truth. In fact, I think there’s a lot you haven’t been telling me.”
“No-I-Why would you even say that?”
“Seeing you struggle to answer just now proves it. I’d been ignoring it because you always managed to convince me everything was okay, but I felt something off. I felt it then, and I feel it now.”
“Pietro…”
“Are you going to start telling me the truth or…” Wanda just looked to ground as tears stained the pavement. He shook his head at her and in a strained voice to say, “I didn’t know we were that messed up. Us. It’s the only thing that’s ever made sense…I guess that’s not true anymore.”
“Pietro…”
“When-” A few tears strayed and he whipped them instantly as he tried to keep strong. “We can make like one more stop at a store or something, but I’m done. I’m taking us to the tower and that’s that.” He walked away from her, and Wanda stumbled toward the wall as she used it to support her.
It had been a good half hour before Pietro and Wanda came back to you. Pietro had taken the now empty bottle of water gently from you hands and stated, “Uh…We’re going to head to one more store for provisions to hold us over before we get to the tower.”
“The tower?” He nods and gives a small smile.
“I’m just gonna speed us over there. We’re almost there anyway.” You shrugged and admitted, “I don’t really know what to expect.” He let out a small laugh and added, “Me either actually.”
As you walked, you noticed how they are walking farther from each other than you’ve ever seen them before. In the crowds, it was like a south and north magnet. You were about to ask when Pietro darted to more attractions posted on the side of the confidence store.
You turned to Wanda and asked, “Everything okay?”
“Will you just stop it?” Wanda barked and put a hand up to your face. Wanda just couldn't stop herself. You were the “cause” of all this.
You moved back not exactly flinched, but you couldn’t believe she would be so disrespectful. Your mouth went wide, and you said, “What is this about? That you have to be so rude to prove your point.” As you countered, Wanda was glad you weren’t going to be all nice about it, so she could say, “Why can’t you leave well enough alone? Pietro is my brother. You may be our friend, but you aren’t family. You’ll be leaving as soon as we get to the tower.”
“Why are you being like this?! How do you know I’ll leave?”
“I know it for a fact.”
“Wanda, can we talk about this?”
“You just don't understand. That’s my brother.”
“I haven’t even done anything. I thought we already had this talk about how me and him were getting closer.”
“You just don’t get it! You're going to have to go!”
“Wanda, what are you-”
“Just stop.” She huffed out desperately as Pietro came back. He states, “Well found a store. Then, we’re off to the…tower.” His eyes darted to Wanda to see if she’d say anything but stayed quiet and walked ahead into the store. It was just you and Pietro, and he had a weird look about him. He looked at you, and you noticed it was different. He was seeing you similar to how he did last night.
He hunched over a little to lean his head closer to yours and said, “I know that look.”
“What?” He poked in the air towards you and answered, “You’re worried.”
“Well-“
“Well, stop. Don’t worry-“ He caressed your head with his hands and finished, “your pretty little head.” Your mouth went wide because you couldn’t handle this behavior. He let out a laugh and removed his hands. He seemed pleased with himself for your reaction and smiled with glee. You let out an awkward laugh yourself before he held out his arm gentlemen like, and you took it to go along with the joke. You walked with linked arms into the store much to Wanda’s dismay.
Seeing her eyes stare, you thought to pull away from Pietro, but you were a bit upset. Also, you weren’t doing anything wrong. However, Pietro did gently remove himself just to keep looking around the store, so you followed along by default.
You and Pietro relatively had an idea of what you wanted to pick up, but Wanda circled multiple times. Pietro walked over to her, huffed, and muttered, “You're not getting out of this by stalling.”
“I’m not…”
“It’s time Wanda.” Wanda didn’t really know what that meant, and it scared her.
You were more towards the front of the store when a person in a hoodie started subtly not subtly talking to the cashier. You could feel the bad energy radiating off of the cashier, and the person had a nervous stature about them. You see the cashier shake and the fist of the stranger held tight. Before you know it, a shot goes off right into the cashier's arm. You eyes rush to Pietro and Wanda
With the sound, Wanda flinched and shrieked as others in the store also screamed; right after, Pietro zooms both of them to the end of an aisle and out of possible danger. They both peer over to the sight of trouble. Pietro arms are wrapped around Pietro protectively. Wanda starts to shake; thus, she doesn’t notice that Pietro’s hands do the same. He tries to steady them as he sees Wanda, the most terrified he’s seen. With Wanda parlyzed by fear, he finds strength within himself, and he closes his hand and closes his eyes momentarily trying to collect himself for her. When his eyes open, determined, Wanda can see he’s readying himself to defend.
Before he can even think to move a millimeter, Wanda is holding him back with shaky hands as her eyes scan around. First her eyes look at the gun, then to the camera, and the gun again. Her body remembers the ache when he died, and she starts to cry uncontrollably. Her hand pulled Pietro down, and she tried to shield him instead. Although he tried to calm her down and pull away from the death grip she had, it was difficult because it was hard for him to breathe the way she clung to him, and she was convincing him to stay with her.
You were cowered down out of the shooter's view, but you had a very good view of the scene unfolding of your friends suffering and wished it would send.
You're stuck in place for a second and find courage in looking at Pietro and Wanda. From where you stood, you frighteningly say, “N-no one has to get hurt here. Look, just take the money and go. No one has to get hurt.” The man’s eyes darted, and he pointed the gun towards you. He picked you up and dragged you over to the register and spat, “Give me your money.”
You sigh and pull your pockets out to be empty. You explain, “Look I don’t have any. Just take the money and go.” The cash register nods endlessly.
Wanda has a terrible feeling that aches her gut so much so that her strength leaves her body which allows Pietro to stand. Barely audible, she pleads, “no…”
As Pietro stood out of nowhere, it alerted the man, and you think you know what’s about to happen and move forward.
You rush forward, arms covering in front of you. A cold pressure meets your abdomen, which pain follows. You raise your hand to the shooter and feel yourself strain; however, the shooter's body stops momentarily. They groaned in pain as you forced them to freeze and started lowering their hand. Not being used to this, you lose force after a couple seconds.
The shooter trembles and says, "What the hell are you?"
When the shooter realizes you lack hold, he raises the gun frantically and shoots you a second time near your chest.
Your emotions drive you, and you burst into light of colors. The criminal moves back in fright. The lights burst above everyone, so more people shrieked. The power in the whole place goes out, but you continue glowing. You use your energy to hover the gun towards you, and you crush it into pieces in your hands, which scares the perpetrator into running. However, you stop them in their tracks as you take control of their whole body. You have him get on his knees and knock him out as you make him bang his head against the counter hard enough for him to pass out. You hunch over and poorly make your way over to the cashier. You fall on your knees and end up crawling to the cashier as you heal them with the last bit of energy you have and pass out.
maybe drunk frank harassing reader which ends up in an injury of some sort and carl gets all protective :D
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It was late at night that you were waiting for Carl to get back from his shenanigans.
Everyone went off to bed not minding you as usual. You were on the table, sat down in front of the tv as you put popcorn in your mouth. As the door clicked, your mouth quivered into a smile;it quickly fell from your face as it wasn’t Carl but Frank. You looked back to the tv not paying any mind to him when he snatched the popcorn out of your hands and made not only a mess, but he made the table wobble. You stood up exclaiming, “Hey!” Frank laughed drunkenly and plopped on the couch behind you as he commented back, “These kernels were-“ he smooched the tip of his finger and finished saying, “microwaved to perfection.” He smirked and gave a playful wink. Your face scrunched up, and you made your way over to the kitchen quietly and opened the fridge. You heard Frank's stomps near and peered over the fridge door. He was standing right in front of the door with a loopy smile and commented, “Sweetheart, you're glowing.”
“I think that’s just the refrigerator and the alcohol talking.” You feel too disgusted by the comment to get something to eat from the fridge, and you walk over to the sink to get a cup of water. Frank nears, and you immediately hold your arm up for some separation.
“Playing hard to get? That only makes guys want more, you know. You're young so you don’t know it yet, so let me be the first. Also, let me tell you one other thing…” Frank strided forward, and it left the sink preventing you from getting any more space; suddenly, you're scared until your hand touches the knife head on, and you wince. “Beautiful.” With those words, you shoved Frank back and took hold of the knife the right way this time. Frank backed away and held his hands up playfully and said, “Alright. I can take a hint. You just want a little space.” He smiles with closed eyes.
You can’t believe that he has the audacity to say more when you yell, “More like a lot of space. Back the hell back!”
“Shhh! People are sleeping. You need to relax.”
The door opens, and it looks bad. You stand on guard with Frank smiling towards you. Carl only needed one second to recognize the situation before he charged forward and tackles Frank.
He shouts, “Hell nah!”
He starts throwing fists anywhere and everywhere that he can reach at full force. You stand in place until you drop the knife and rush forward to get Carl to calm. You gave him something of a back hug, but your arms were on his shoulder crossed on his chest. He stilled after feeling and seeing the blood on your hands. He shoved Frank down roughly before easing to his feet and turning towards you.
He cooed, “Baby, let me see.”
One hand tugged you in by the clothes to be against him as he led you farther from Frank and into the living room. You felt him breathe harshly as his chest rose and sank in rapidly. You used your free hand to rub his shoulder.
Some of the siblings had roused from slumber. Some took a glance and walked off. Others gave it a second before accepting it and going upstairs. However, Carl paid no mind, and you were his only concern.
You tried to reassure, “Carl, I'm fine.”
“No. I'm so sorry.”
“What? You didn’t do it.”
“But-“
“Nope. By that knowledge, these-“ You caressed his hand with your uninjured hand since he wouldn’t release the injured one and continued, “would it be my fault?”
“It’s -“
“Not. Exactly.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“No.” He started breathing harshly again, and you pulled him into a hug. His face barred itself into the crook of your neck, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. He left a small kiss on your neck. You couldn't help smiling at the action. He pulled you into him and led you upstairs. He had you sit on the edge of the tub before he searched frantically for first aid. As he pulled it out, you stood up and washed your hand even with Carl’s eyes protesting. You shushed him softly and said, “I can clean it at least.” He nodded. He helped you sit down against despite you having no troubles. He treated you as if you’ll break from one wrong move. He was sweating roughly, and you wiped at his brow with the sleeve of your uninjured hand. He moved away with a smile and joked, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“You already are.” You smiled. He starts bandaging your hands, and his hands start to shake as he admits, “I should kill him.” You hugged him after he finished and hugged him close. His head goes into your stomach and you say, “Everything’s okay.” He lifts his head and purses his lips at you. “What?”
He whined slightly, “You know.” You smiled and kissed his lips cuddling like that for a good while.
You're probably tired of me but may I request an angsty gecko x reader? I just adore your writing <3
Gecko-Mathew Culbert x reader - You think he's cheating on you with Annie along with first I love you's
First, anon, no worries! I can't get tired of you. Lol. If I'm being honest, I don't get too many request, so I always appreciate them. Thank you. I hope you enjoy this angsty post.
Since Mathew had mentioned he’d be at a diner you usually go to, you made your way over as you had a break around the same time. You were hoping it would be a nice surprise to have a little lunch date. After parking a little farther than you wanted, you were walking outside the store front when you saw Mathew sitting and laughing. His happiness put a smile on your face as you approached near his window. You rushed past it as you wanted to keep up the surprise; however, your feet stopped as you caught sight of the person in front of him. It was Annie January.
The sight caught you a bit off guard. Either way, you decided to leave because you didn’t want to interrupt all their laughing and smiling together.
Later, you heard the door click to signal Mathew was home. Your eyes darted to the clock, and you realized it was later than usual. You had just been washing dishes, and you saw him walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to grab water. You gave a smile, but he didn’t seem to look over at you. Neither did he say anything. You decided to be a little more aggressive with affection as you reached to give him a hug without letting you hands touch him because of the water and soap. It took Mathew a good few seconds before he reacted to the hug and hugged you back a bit tight.
You joked, “Someone missed me.” You felt a breath of laughter on your neck, and he pulled away and said, “I’m gonna shower.” You weren’t sure what else to say, but you never got the chance as he walked off. You looked over to him and muttered, “Hello to you too.”
When you got to your bedroom, the lights were already off, and Matthew was in bed. He had an arm to his eyes. You half thought to turn on the light, but you settled for getting into bed with him. You urged, “Tell me about your day.” He mumbled in response, “Nothing really interesting to say.” You felt a slight pang at the lie. You cuddled up to his chest, and he wrapped himself around you. You tapped at his chin with your index finger and lightly said, “Tell me anyway.” He didn’t respond for a good while as it seemed his eyes could only look toward the ceiling. You couldn't help asking, “Matty, are you okay?” You hand falling to his chest. His chest felt harsh as his heart beat rapidly. He answered a little too firmly for you liking, “Fine. Why?” You brushed it off and kept your light tone to answer, “Your face.”
He looks towards you and gives a small smile and asks, “You were staring were you?”
“How can I not when you're so nice to look at?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Tell me, what’s bothering you? Since you got home, you’ve been weird.” His hand found yours, and he mindlessly fidgeted with your fingers and shook his head to answer, “Just work stuff.”
“Work stuff?“
“Yeah. They are thinking of giving me more hours.”
“What? Is it not enough that they tear you limb from limb?”
”Don’t get upset. I told you, so you’d stop asking and sleep.” You lift your head at the slightly harsh tone he used and countered, “Am I annoying you?”
“Honestly yeah.” He grumbled. You remove yourself from him and move to the other far end of the bed. You turned your back to him, and you said, “Sorry for caring, jeez…you're being annoying right now too.”
“That’s really nice. I don’t need to come home to this…” You huffed as you shoved your face into the pillow. Too overwhelmed, you let out silent tears as you don’t understand why he was being like this, but the moment didn’t allow anything else to happen.
In the morning, you reached over the bed, but you only found it empty. You huffed in annoyance as your first thought was, “Really?” At first, you felt a sadness wash over before anger filled you, and you took your phone in your hand to dial him.
Since he answered calmly, “What’s up?”, it only made you even more upset as you asked, “What’s up? Is that all you have to say?!”
“Uh…I was also gonna ask how’s the weather today?”
“I’m being serious.”
“I was too, but I know what you’re getting at…I didn't give you any kisses recently. I know you get rowdy without them.” You tried to keep yourself from laughing at him being ridiculous and just firmly said, “Mathew.”
“Okay. I know. I know. Last night, I was a little-“
“Of an annoying jerk. I’m aware.”
“I deserved that one. I’m sorry. I was in a really bad mood about…work, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“Thank you.”
“When I get home tonight, you don’t have to worry. It won’t be that asshole from last night.” You laughed and answered, “That’s all I ask.”
“Also, no worries, kisses will be brought.”
“Annoying.”
“You love me.”
You mindlessly said, “I do love you…” You heard exclaimed, “Oh.” You realized it was the first time you said it. He went quiet for agonizing seconds before saying, “I have to get back to work. Boss gets upset when they see me on the phone. They always say that’s what your breaks are for.”
“Alrighty then. Bye.” He quickly hung up. You frowned at the lack of reciprocated words.
You were on your day off, and you had done all your errands already. You were mindlessly fiddling with your phone and trying to see if you could surprise Mathew today again, so you looked to his location. You were very surprised to see him a few blocks away from his work. You looked up the address, and you realized he was at some gala. A gala that from the news no doubt had supes, which meant Starlight. You froze, and your eyes squinted at the screen. This was just another thing that itched at you. You shook your head as you ignored it. You went to the kitchen to keep busy by preparing dinner for you and Mathew tonight as you watched tv.
When Mathew got home, you were a bit reluctant to come up to him, so
you settled for a smile. He gave one back slightly. You had asked, “Ready for dinner?” He nodded mindlessly, but he spoke in disinterest, “Sure.”
You presented him with his favorite. He rubbed at one of his eyes, and you grabbed his hand and asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just this thing they tested on my eye. It’s just a little itchy, but almost fully healed I can feel it.”
“Oh. Okay.” You sat down at the table. He had asked, “What did you do all day?”
“Nothing much. The usual. You?” He seemed to pick at his food even though it was his favorite. He shrugged and said, “It was just a usual workday.”
Knowing the truth, you intently asked, “Really?” He nodded. You called out his name, and he didn’t answer as he wasn’t listening. You dropped your utensils with a, “CLANG!” His back straightened, and he looked over to you.
“Why so loud?” He asked. You shook your head and kept the conversation on track and stated, “I’m trying to ask you something.”
“Oh. The food is great.”
“How would you know? You’ve barely touched it.”
“Sorry. I’m not that hungry.”
“That wasn’t even my question! Right now, you’re not only not listening to me, but you're lying!”
“What are you talking about? Why are you yelling? Y/N, I don’t need this attitude right now.”
“Oh…YOU don’t need this right now?! Neither do I! As far as I’m concerned, the asshole from last night is still sitting in front of me!” He stood up and stated, “I’m going to bed.”
Before he could walk away completely you shouted, “What were you doing with Starlight?!”
His body stiffened, and he turned to you methodically and slowly. Carefully, he asked, “How do you know about that?”
“You’re not denying it?”
“Why do you know that?”
“That’s not what’s important. Answer-” He gripped your shoulder harshly and asked, “Y/N, what do you know?!”
You pushed him and put distance between you two as you hugged yourself and responded, “I-So, it’s true. You and her…” As he realized what you meant, he felt a relief and clicked in his head. “I never thought you would-” He cuts you off to say, “I know what you're thinking, and I didn’t.” He walks up to you slowly.
“Sure.”
“No, it’s true.”
“What's with all the lying then?!...I-” Tears start falling from your eyes. You hit his chest with your index finger as you yelled, “I went to have lunch with you yesterday! You were with her! You never mentioned it! Then, today, your location?! At the gala! I know!” He sighed. His eyes becoming glassy hat he caused this. “Y/N, I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting, but I am not cheating on you with Annie. She’s an old childhood friend, remember?
“Right. You two used to hang out all the time. You told me that. You mentioned your crush on her to me before. Don’t you think you should’ve just told me you were meeting up. We’re here because of you. Don’t try to blame me!”
“I’m not…Look, that’s not what that was, but I-I can’t tell you what happened.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s what you care about?...Not what we had?! Wow she must have some hold on you…Wow. She really has all the power over you, huh? How can I compete with her. Beautiful Annie January is just perfect. Ugh, My envy is showing I have to go.” You walk past him, and he follows. He whimpers out, “Please don’t.”
“Mathew, look, I love you-like a lot-I can’t really get all sweet about it when, right now, I’m seething in anger. I just have to go.” You get the door open, and he blurts. “She’s blackmailing me!” You stop short and turn to him and ask, “She what?”
”Look, I’m going to tell you, but you can’t tell anyone. It’s life or death. But…I-I love you! I do!” He stops on his knees, and he embraces you. He starts sobbing and mutters, “Just please don’t go.” You get on your knees too, and you can’t help being kind seeing him like this.
“Matty, tell me what it is.”
“Okay.” He rambles quickly, “Supes are made from birth by this blue liquid. Made me and others too. Starlight wanted it. She used me to get it from my workplace. It’s not something to mess with. I could die for this, or even worse you could.” You crossed his face and wiped his tears and said, “I’m sorry…” He shook his head and hugged you and said, “It’s okay. I should've just told you before. But it’s over now. I gave it to her, and she’ll leave us alone. I had to.” You nod and kiss him softly and say, “I love you.”
Lip Gallagher Imagine-You give him a pass for Valentine's for his sake, which he doesn't take.
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Those waiting for requests. I'm working on them, and I am still taking them. Hope you enjoy this short Lip fic. It's a mix of the usual fluff and angst can't help myself 🤭. To everyone, Happy Valentines, spread that love!
If ya'll wouldn't mind, my new chapter to my Pietro story so check it out, or you can start from the beginning. Thanks. Chapter 7- Flourishing
You and Lip are dating. It hasn’t been that long, but it just took time to get together. You love to see all these cute things that have been done for valentines to your friends and random people. However, you haven’t made a big deal about it. You aren't expecting Lip to do anything. Lip was too smart not to notice your behavior however Therefore, he’d bring it up to you.
You were at your apartment about to eat, but you were just waiting for the oven, and you decided to wash the dirty dishes. You felt Lip’s eyes on you, and you turned to him and asked, “What is it?”
“What are we doing next week?”
“Next week?” You look away from him, and he insists, “Next week.”
“I don’t know. I barely know what we're eating for dinner tonight.”
“You know what next week is…”
“Do I?” He couldn’t help an agitation rise in him, so he inevitably asked, “Why haven’t you been nagging me?”
“Nagging you?”
“Yeah. Why haven’t you said anything about the upcoming holiday?”
“You mean Valentines?” You say trying to act uninterested and focused on the nothing that was on your hands. He walks up and holds your hands. You looked up at him as he softly said, “Yeah…”
“Lip, we don’t have to think about that or worry about it.” You brushed it off, and you moved away from him to do dishes. He followed you, and he countered, “Why is that?”
“Too much pressure…” You shrugged.
“On us?”
“Well, yes, but more-”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“You think I’ll crumple if I have to get you something?”
“I wouldn’t put it in those exact words, but…yeah... It’s taken us a long time to get where we are, and I don't want it to be ruined. Especially not over something that is supposed to be a loving day. It’s just too much.” He shook his head at you and asked, “Have you been thinking about that a while now?”
“Yeah. It’s hard for me not to think about…Look, we don't have to make it a big deal.” You wrap your arms around his waist and give him a sweet peck as you continue, “We can just be us because it's all we need.” He removes your arms from him and puts distance between you before saying, “Fine. We won’t do anything…In fact, let’s not even see each other. That’s too much pressure!” He huffs and strides off and out of your place.
You called out, “Lip!…”
Lip huffed and puffed as he aggressively got into the house, got a beer, and landed roughly on the couch. Ian walked over while still chewing on chips and asked, “What’s up?”
“Stupid holidays!” Ian rolled his eyes and asked, “What happened?” Lip takes a big swig before sitting up straight and whining, “Y/N basically called me a child. They were saying I can’t handle a simple Valentines. How stupid is that? As if that would put pressure on us…”
“Y/N may have had a point by the way you're acting now. You do look and sound like a child.”
“Shut up.”
“Dude, you act like Y/N tries to upset you. Anyway, do you know your own history?”
“Yeah. I was dating and fucking left and right. Y/N knows that. They don’t judge that.”
“Another good point for Y/N. Lip, you're an idiot. I mean sure it could be a little offensive…”
“A little?”
“Maybe a lot but come on…It’s Y/N we’re talking about. They were doing this for you I assume. I mean you're the idiot that kept them from being with you for so long. They are still thinking of you in their Y/N ways.”
“Y/N ways are so confusing.”
“They wouldn’t be Y/N if not for their sweet logic.” Lip sighs and questions, “How did you just make all of this make sense?”
“I’d like to say I’ve grown a bit. Now, let’s get back to the annoying smart Lip, huh?” Lip stands and says, “You little-”, before he starts playfully chasing Ian.
You were at your apartment when you heard the door knock. You opened it reluctantly. There stood Lip in a suit with flowers, chocolates, and a giant basket full of sweet things. You give him a small smile. He gives one back, and he says, “I’m really sorry-” He struggled to hold everything in his hands and bounced the things in his hands to keep them held. As he speaks, he continues to struggle, “I should not have-left-just left like I did yesterday. I’m a dick.” You nod.
“What else to say? Uh-I-” Your face turns serious as you state, “That’s enough.”
“What? Not enough?” You step forward and frame his face before pulling him in by the tie for a kiss. He drops the basket and chocolates and wraps his arms around you with the flowers still in his hand. Against his lips, you joke, “You kinda overdid it.” He laughed against your lips and answered, “You deserve nothing but the best so-Did my best.” You pull away from each other, and you say, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have made that decision for you.”
“I understand why though, so it’s behind us. Now, you just let me take the reins on Valentines.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Valentine's Day is still days away, so I’m gonna plan that. This was just a pre-gesture.”
“There’s more.”
“There is.” Y/N looked at the basket on the ground and noticed a little card. Lip goes red, and it reads, “Get well soon, Lauren.” Lip looks down. You tell him, “Guess we have Lauren and the poor sap that gave this to her to thank too.” You both laugh and Lip gets all the things inside your apartment before picking you up slightly and dragging you inside. You were a bit surprised and asked, “Pulling out a ll the gestures, huh? What’s next bridal style carrying.”
“Don’t know. I just wanted to get you in here to make out. You kissed me once yesterday, and I’m not okay with that, so-” He pulled you in close as you fell onto the couch and made out for a good while as you were happy things could end blissful for once.
Story Description-Wanda has used you to bring back her brother. She erased your memory. Can Wanda keep this up and end it without anyone getting hurt?
Previous Chapter description-You've gotten a bite of memory that Wanda allowed. The action hurting all three of you. Pietro can't help seek you out and realized something. Pietro confessed to Wanda. How will he react to you now?
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With Wanda shouting, Pietro was quick to cover her mouth and whisper yell, “Hey, stop.“
Wanda’s eyes remained wide as she shoved his hand off of her and asked him, “Did you really just say that?” Wanda hoped in her mind, Please tell me I’m dreaming.
A spike of worry began when he answered, “I am interested. What’s not to be-” Wanda turns even more toward him that she almost got whiplash.
She raised her hand up to say, “Stop right there. You do know that Y/N isn’t going to stay here forever? Right? I even think that they might be gone as soon as when we get to the tower. At the tower, we would have everything we need and more for the both of us.”
“Nothing bad has even happened to me since I came back. I wish you would stop worrying.”
“How can I not?” Pietro rolls his eyes to her and replies, “Look, maybe they’ll stay…”
“Why? Just because they’re my friend?”
“I-well…Even if that wasn’t the case, maybe, maybe, I can make them stay…”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“That’s harsh, sister.”
“You-”
As you come back, they both put on a smile. You sit down and watch the TV while Wanda smiles through her teeth and tells Pietro, “We’ll talk about this later.“ He gives a big forced smile and replies, “Fine, but I don't see what the big deal is.”
You look between the smiles they share and give them a look, but you let it go when they both smile towards you.
After a few more bites of food, you clear your throat and get both of the siblings' attention, and you announce, “I just wanted to say…For a lack of a better word, yesterday was weird…for all of us. I just wanted to get it out there that none of us knew what was going to happen….I don’t think any of us are up for anymore of that.” They both nod simultaneously, and you continue, “I’d rather wait until I remember on my own. Maybe even try again later. Right now, I don’t want to be concerned with that.”
Pietro smiled hard but genuine this time and replied, “At least, you know how to feel for now even without the memory.”
You nod feeling reassured and look at Wanda.
Wanda flashes back to what happened, and she nods enthusiastically and agrees, “It’s probably for the best. I think you're right to wait for a long while.”
You smile at both of them and say, “Thanks for the support.” You all get back to eating comfortably.
When you finish, you are a bit surprised that Pietro darts towards you and takes your plate from you and tells you, “I got it.”
You reply, “Thanks?” He walks away, and you realize he does seem a bit happier than usual. You look to Wanda only to see her staring at you. The gaze was pretty uncomfortable, and you're about to ask; however, as Pietro comes back, Wanda’s stare leaves. Pietro perks up to you both and asks, “What are we doing today?” You look to Wanda for answers, “Not sure.” Pietro raises his hand and says, “Ohh! Me! Me!” You laughed at his demeanor. Wanda motioned for him to continue. “Let’s go have some fun. Let’s go to a party or something.” Wanda immediately begins to protest and says, “We recently went to a carnival, remember?”
“While that was fun, it was short lived and that’s kid stuff. We can have a good time. Maybe do some drinking? Dancing!” He shimmies his hips, and you smile toward him.
Wanda sees your reaction and mocks, “You didn’t think the carnival was kid-ish when you were yelling at the top of your lungs from how fun it was.”
“I...I’m talking about now. You need some relaxation. You like to drink.”
“Pietro-”
“Y/N, what do you think?” You look between them and answer, “Not sure…I don’t hate or dislike the idea exactly.”
Pietro throws a fist in the air and exclaims, “Settled! We’ll go.”
You can’t help noticing, “It’s a bit early isn’t it?”
Wanda agrees and adds, “Y/N is absolutely right.” Pietro grins. While Wanda was unsettled knowing the smile wouldn’t mean something good, you were just confused.
Pietro super speeds you guys to a store. Wanda shakes her head and asks, “Seriously?” You look between them confused since you're out of the twin chain. Wanda notices and explains, “Pietro wants us to dress up.”
Pietro yells out, “You bet I do!”
Wanda thinks she’ll get a headache from all of his yelling, but she knows it’s his feelings making him go overboard.
Wanda shrugs at them and walks inside the store. Pietro rushes to open the door for you, and you say, “Thank you.” He nods. As Wanda looked around for something to wear. Pietro grasped your wrist gently, and you looked toward him. He smiled charmingly and asked, “Help me pick out what to wear?”
“I’m surprised you don’t just wear what you are wearing. I mean the athletic wear.”
“This material I wear is made for my speed, you know?”
“Oh. That makes a lot of sense…If we’re going to look nice, you probably can’t run home, huh?”
“Well, actually, yeah.” He walks over to the suits, and your hand touches at the various textures of the suits. Pietro picks up lots and lots of clothing in piles and puts it into a dressing room. You sit down at the setting areas; however, before he closes the door to the changing room, he can’t help teasing and asks, “Want to join me in here?” You purse your lips at the question and narrow your eyes slightly in confusion. He laughs at the face you make and adds, “Just kidding.”
You forced out a laugh as you felt embarrassed. He goes inside feeling the nerves of the heat pool throughout him, and he was ecstatic at all the emotions you gave him.
He tried on various patterns in crazy colors, and he would model awfully on purpose making faces at you. You were dying laughing at this point. Finally, you stepped up when he had gotten black pants and shoes, a navy blue blazer and a white colored shirt. The shirt was perfectly fitted accentuation his chest. You gulped as you tightened his cute bow tie.
He smiled at you and asked, “What do you think?” He turned to the mirror with you right behind him to flatten down the colors.
Your hands rested on his shoulders and you answered, “You look great.” He turned his face to you and asked, “I do?” It made you heat up, and you gave him another once-over.
“Well, I’m not liking this navy blue. It takes away from everything else. Can I?” You pulled at the suit slightly. He heated up at the action and nodded while he allowed you to remove the blazer. You gulped as the shirt looked like it would rip open. Every muscle was very apparent even though the slightly puffed out shirt. You place the blazer down and get a simple black one and help him get it on.
Pietro pondered in the mirror with various “hmms” before he smiled and stated, “You know what this is? This does look way better. Really brings out my eyes, huh?” He said and batted his eyelashes at you.
“I guess that was a little of my thought process.”
“Do you like the bow?”
“I do.”
“What about-” He removed it quickly and lowered the first two buttons. “This instead?”
“I mean it looked good both ways. It’s really up to you.”
“I guess without. It’s less hot, and the bow is a little too much.” As he finished changing back into his previous clothes, Wanda came up and had already bought her outfit. You all walked Pietro to check out, so Wanda could get them the five finger discount.
Pietro turned to you and made a frame with his fingers aimed toward you, and he said, “You helped me. Need help picking clothes?”
“Uh…” Wanda interjects and says, I’m sure they're fine. We’ve been here so long. Jesus.” Wanda grumps along.
Pietro then said, “You must be a little peckish, why don’t you get something while I help?” She shook her head at him.
You walked along the rack of clothes trying to find your fit.
Wanda looked to Pietro and harshly asked, “You just want all the alone time, don’t you?”
“What?”
“You’ll use any excuse.”
“As a matter of fact-” She gives a knowing look. With no shame, he admits, “So, what if I do want time with them?”
“Pietro-”
“It’s not that big a deal. Plus, it looks like they do need some help.” He walks away from her a bit upset. He props up his arms along the railing and asks, “What do you like?”
You answer, “Not too sure.”
“Your memory doesn’t even give you that?”
“Exactly. The clothes I’m wearing right now don't really feel like me so…I don’t know.”
“We can do this. We can get a bit of everything, and you can see what you like?” You nod. Pietro holds mountains of clothes that you even thought some were necessary, but Pietro wanted to make sure you had all the possible options to feel right.
He sat patiently and kept from flirting as he didn’t want to upset you or make you feel weird with your clothing options. He wanted to make sure you found what you wanted.
Finally, you found something you were happy with and smiled confidently his way. He didn’t say anything and just stared. You were quick to feel conscious and ask,“What? You don’t like it?”
He immediately stood and protested and admitted, “It’s not that. It just looks more like you, and it’s beautiful. I didn’t realize the clothes you were wearing were hiding the complete you.”
You smile at it, and you say, “Thanks for helping me get there.”
He nods and adds, "Feel free to grab more clothes. Wanda can get it all, so you can continue to feel like you."
"Good idea. Thanks."
Once you were all ready to go, you all headed back with food and clothes in hand.
After eating, you all went to change into your new outfits. You had just finished changing when Wanda knocked on the door.
You said, “Come in.” Wanda looks a little nervous and sits down on the bed. You stand there looking at her. She gives odd smiles and motions for you to sit on the bed as well. You give her a smile as you see her nervously twitch her hands together. You hold her hand, and you say, “I get the feeling you want to talk.”
“Can’t fool you.” She laughs awkwardly.
“Wanda, what is it?”
“I worry about Pietro these days…”
“You're always worried about him.”
“It’s true…”
“Just tell me what it is.”
“I’m worried about you and Pietro!” She blurted. She face-palmed herself as she couldn't betray Pietro and tell you of his feelings.
“Me and Pietro?”
Wanda admits, “I worry how you two get along…”
“We get along great. At least I think we do. Did he say anything?” Wanda bites her lip and continues to admit, “It’s not like that. It’s just…” She sighs.
“Yeah?”
“Pietro’s my brother. You know, my twin…and there hasn’t been anyone around that's been permanent? It’s just been me and him... We’re getting so comfortable, and it worries me...”
You nod and say, “That makes sense.”
“I just want to know what your intentions are?”
“Wanda, you don’t have to worry about me. I know you've been stressed…If you really want to know what my intentions are...they are to make sure I take care of Pietro for you, and I want you to know that I want nothing but the best-” You squeeze her hand and finish, “for you both.” Wanda feels more eased. She squeezed your hand back and asked, “How are you?”
“Besides you know the amnesia and not knowing myself or my past, it’s pretty amazing. Everyday’s something new. You and Pietro are good people to be around, so I’d say I’m happy.”
“Happy?”
“Yeah.” She patted your hand and said, “Well, that’s good. You excited for tonight?”
“More or less. You?”
“You know what, after talking to you, I think it’ll be fun. Me and Pietro actually used to go to a lot of fun events wherever we could find one. It was just always a nice time.”
“It should be a bit nostalgic? It sounds like a long time.”
“Well, not that long, but it felt like…forever.”
The door opens, and Pietro pops his head in to ask, “Are you two ready or?”
Wanda nodded and responded, “We’re ready.”
“I am so excited!” He said high pitched as he did a spin. You both looked at his hair. Wanda starts to laugh and asks, “What did you do to your hair?”
“What? You don’t like it. I thought it looked good. What do you think, Y/N?” He looks into the mirror a little conscious as he thinks of your answer. In reply, you say, “It looks great. We all look great.”
“Great. Great.” You giggle as he straightens out his clothes, and he feels his heart ache at the action. Suddenly, he says, “Shall we get a cab? Can’t speed us there.” You all nod and head outside.
When you get to the club, the music is pumping like your ears are. People are smiling, laughing, and dancing. Lights of colors rotating around the room.
“Drinks?” Pietro suggested. Wanda nodded a bit enthusiastically. You all walked to the bartender. Wanda did her thing, and you guys could get any drink you wanted. You all got a round of shots.
Wanda suddenly says, “I am actually getting excited. Let’s all take a shot together?” You all nod. Without thinking, you down it. Liquid bruins your throat. You cough slightly and hold your chest. Pietro and Wanda laugh lightly at you.
You comment, “That was something.” Wanda takes two more shots and puts a hand over your shoulder and asks, “That’s the first time you’ve tasted alcohol, right?” You nod.
“Me and Pietro used to have a pretty good time at things like this. I remember being pretty good at dancing. You guys up for it?” Pietro nods excitingly. You look a little unsure. Wanda rolls her eyes and grabs both you and Pietro’s hands to drag you into the dance floor. Pietro gets close to your ear and it makes him shiver as he comments, “I think you noticed that Wanda is a bit more happy. She’s a little bit of a lightweight. I mean she doesn’t think so, but I know the truth. She is already tipsy.” You nod and get close to ask, “are you a lightweight too?”
He shrugs and answers, “Not at all. I’ve tried so many times to get drunk, but I absorb it too fast?”
“You have a strong metabolism?”
“Yeah that.”
Wanda stops and turns to both of you as she starts shaking her hips and puts her hands in the air growing to the beat. Pietro does a spin with a thrust of the hips. As you look at them both, you can’t help thinking they both are really beautiful. They egg you on and you tell them, “I think I need more alcohol in me.” Wanda giggles. She grabs your hand and adds, “me too.”
You guys down a few more drinks and Wanda just keeps laughing and smiling immediately. You didn’t drink as many as Wanda but you did feel a little tipsy now.
Wanda and you are looking at Pietro blending in with people but he could still shine because of his height. He was dancing all kinds of suave just feeling the music. Wanda catches your eyes looking a little too intense at the sight to behold that is Pietro. Wanda’s face goes blank and she asks, “You find my brother attractive?” You give a small awkward smile and ask, “What kind of response did you want?”
She becomes a little more lighthearted and smirks before pulling you in by the waist like a hug and answering, “I just want the truth. I mean I’m beautiful so my brother can’t be far off because we’re twins. Then again, he was born first so maybe I got more time to come out better.” You both laugh at her words. She kinda snuggled closer to you as she laughed.
“Alright Wanda if I’m being honest...He is so hot and pretty and look at those muscles and hair those eyes-“
“Okay. Okay.”
“Wanda, I’m joking. He is attractive. I just went overboard on purpose.”
“Oh…” You meet eyes and burst out laughing again.
“I wish I could remember more of the times we had before this. My memory is so ass though. Like how we met and became friends.”
“I'll tell you later. We’re here to have fun.” She drags you back into the crowd. Liquid courage gives you a push to start letting your dance moves release. You dance alongside Wanda and Pietro not bothered by anything. You don’t know how long you’ve all been on your feet, but you didn’t care. Your feet didn’t feel an ounce of pain from the adrenaline the environment gave you. Music pumping as did your blood and ears. Being loud enough that you can’t hear yourself think. Wanda’s grabbing your hand and laughing as she motions for you and Pietro to do the same. You and Pietro listened as you were both curious to see what Wanda would do next. She starts spinning around and dancing, and you and Pietro do the same. Pietro’s face looks abnormally flushed all of sudden to you. While you held the cause to be all the dancing, the real cause was you.
Suddenly, Wanda is hunching over. Her hand goes to her mouth. Pietro immediately leads her over to the bathroom with you following behind. She throws up slightly as her drinks catch up to her. Pietro grabbed a paper towel and wet it as he wiped her forehead, and Wanda’s mouth. Wanda smiled at the action and moved the hair from Pietro’s worried eyes since his vision was blocked.
Pietro asks Wanda, “Are you ready to head home?” She nods. She stands and stumbles prominently. Pietro shakes his head before he smiles, lifts her up to carry her bridal style, and comments, “Lightweight.”
Wanda whines childishly, “Am not!” You and Pietro smile, and he responds, “Yeah. Sure, Baby.”
Wanda hits him; it was harder that you thought she would as you heard him grunt slightly. However, he responded to her with a smile.
You guys were outside the club now, and you tried to catch a cab. Pietro immediately commented, “It’s better if we walk a little. All the drunks and crazies will be trying to get a ride. Plus, there’s always less sleazy cab drivers if we aren’t near a club.” You nod understandingly as you walk. He asks, “You feeling okay?”
“Yeah. I didn’t drink that much. Just enough.”
“You sure? You could hope onto my back or something. I’m sure I could make it work.” You can’t help laughing. He can only do the same because he’s reacting to you.
“Thank you. But, no thank you.”
“Well, just let me know.” Wanda buckles a bit in her state. Immediately, Pietro gets himself in a lunge position, but one of his knees hits the ground. He has Wanda sitting on his knee. She starts to throw up, and she gets it all over the back of his black blazer. You couldn’t help gag a little just from the smell. However, Pietro didn’t waver. He wiped her mouth once more with the sleeve of his blazer and asked, “You okay now?” Wanda nodded and closed her eyes. A small smile is still seen on her lips. He looks to you, and he asks, “Could you get the blazer off of me? I don’t want to get the throw up everywhere.” You nod. You hold your breath as you do so, and you hold it away from you and ask, “What do I do with it?”
“Just throw it away.”
“Guess you can’t have nice things.”
“Ha! I was just about to say this is why we don’t have nice things!”
“Really?”
“Yes! It’s like with Wanda, but you aren’t. How do I explain this?”
“It’s not the twin thing?”
“Exactly. You know what I mean.”
“I guess that is pretty cool.” A silence falls between you two when you hear Wanda snore, and you both simultaneously say, “We should head back.” You both laugh awkwardly and start walking again.
A random thought occurs to you, so you ask Pietro, “It just occurred to me…maybe because I’m a little intoxicated but you drank alcohol earlier?”
“Yes.”
“But you said you couldn’t get drunk? How does that work?”
“I like the burn. Is that weird?”
“Actually, it kinda sounds like you.” You both smile.
“How did you like drinking today? Since it was your first.”
“It wasn’t a bad experience. But, I mean it was fun. I had good-”
“Company?” He guessed. You nodded and replied, “Yeah. company.”
“If we get any more of the twin things, I'm going to have to start saying jinx.”
“Pietro, you're too funny for your own good. I can’t stop laughing latley.”
“Good. That’s how I like it.” You aren’t sure how to respond.
Pietro notices he heats up and touches his cheek slightly, which only makes him flush more. It was noticeable to you, and he tries to cover up by saying, “I like others to be laughing and smiling and what better way to make it happen than me taking the initiative and making it happen.” The explanation eased your uncertainty.
When you get to the house, Pietro takes Wanda to her room while you get water. You walk into Wanda’s room to see that she’s stirring a bit as Pietro wipes her makeup off. She suddenly mutters out, “This is all too much. I love you two!...So good…So, so, so good.” She snores and falls limp again onto the bed. You and Pietro laugh at the action. You mention, “I got her some water, but we don’t have any pills for the morning.”
“We could head to a convenience store. We’ll change and go?” You nod and head out of the room.
You guys enjoy the walk over in comfortable silence. You get to the shop, and Pietro rushes to get the pills and a few snacks in hand before walking back. As you walk, you can’t help but mention, “I adore how you take care of Wanda. Makes me wonder if I have someone in my life to treat me like that.”
“Family or a…a partner?”
“Yeah. I mean either one would be nice.” He nods thoughtfully. Walking past the streets, there was someone playing a light tune on their guitar. Somehow, you start humming along.
Pietro’s eyes widen, and he grabs your shoulder and excitedly asks, “You know this song?!”
“I-” Your eyes widen as well. You both smile and start jumping up and down. “I know the song!”
“You know the song!” You both look at the looks being given to you, and you quiet down; however, you both chuckle to each other while you keep walking. Pietro marvels at the smile on your face and can’t help stare. You catch him and ask, “What?” He looks forward and asks, “What do you like in a person?”
“What do I like in a person?”
“It’s a weird question. I know. Your memories are fuzzy, but I mean we proved today that preference things and who you are can't just be forgotten. I mean you know this song. Maybe you know more than you think.”
“That’s a very nice thought. I hope you’re right…I’m sure I like things in a person that everyone else does. There’s honesty and kindness. I enjoy laughing, so maybe someone with a sense of humor. Things like that…” He smiles. His heart warms as he acknowledges he has those traits. Having finished his snacks, he feels bold enough to ask, “You talking about me?”
“Huh?”
“I’m all those things…Uh…If you like how I treat Wanda-'' In a flash, he has you seated on his thigh like he had Wanda earlier. “I can treat you even better. Why wait for someone else when you can have the real thing?“ You breathe hitches. He’s so close. Your heart jumps. The familiar tingle racing through you. You look into his eyes, and you see your eyes ignite. His hand reaches forward. His thumb gently swipes near your eye, and he mutters, “Beautiful…“ The sparks are accumulating, and it’s just you two.
Basically, reader is there to help Peter (Tom) deal with all the chaos. Inevitably, they meet the other Peters, and they like Peter three a little too much.
After coming up with a plan with the Peter's, all that's left is to execute, but will it come at a cost? Is winning what they want?
Ned sets up the computers with Y/N’s to watch what’s happening and be able to communicate with the Peters.
Ned was passing the time trying to fix Y/n’s shattered phone with M.J pacing around. Y/N was waiting and worrying in silence, but they wanted to pick up spirits and ask, “You guys excited for MIT?”
Ned answers, “I would be if we were in.”
“Let's say you are.” He smiles and says, “The parties. I could get my groove on.” He shimmies a bit in his seat with his fist raised. Y/N looks at MJ.
“Even then, Peter-”
“Peter said they would consider him too.”
“I guess just to be with people who are more at my level and…Being with Peter and Ned.” She smiled softly.
“Sounds like the best. I mean all you need is the right people around you.”
M.J looked toward Y/N and admitted, “Y/N, you're really nice to be helping out Peter like this. I know he doesn't really have that many people around him, especially adults. I’m glad you're here for him and for us. This is all terrifying.” Ned nodded and added, “I always thought you were awesome sauce, but it’s nice to know you‘re nice with a hint of badass.” Y/N smiles at them, and they give them both a hug.
The moment was cut short as they watched the satellite they set up to watch the fight and make sure they could hear their headsets.
Eventually, they were having to open the portal. Ned did so quickly; however, there wasn;’t a chance yet to get the cube to one of the Peter’s; however, neither of them were much worried about hat after they all saw the Lizard gunning toward them.
M.J insisted, “Close it!” Ned tried and failed as he explained, “I’ve only ever opened these things!” Y/N pushed them away from the opening. They were at the end of the hall. As the Lizard jumped over to them, Y/N exclaimed, “Under the table. M.J and Ned crawled under the table as the Lizard jumped over, and it ended up crunching down the table, which blocked Y/N. Y/N quickly crawled out and to the right side of the room. However, the Lizard was quick to pin Y/N into the chemistry camber breaking the glass and wood. Y/N looked to see M.J and Ned had the time to run out of the portal and toward the scaffolding of the lady liberty.
Y/N let out a breath of relief before thinking quickly and grabbed whatever chemical they threw it onto him roughly. Whatever it was burned him, which gave Y/N the chance to jump and escape it’s grasp. Y/N quickly printed and jumped over a table before turning to rush the metal table toward the beast and pinned him to the chemicals which bursted on him. Then, Y/N ran with all their might out of the portal and shouted, “Close it!”
Ned rushed to try and close the magic portal instead, ending up opening the mirror dimension and letting Dr. Strange out. He flew off leaving them alone.
Dr. Lizard threw the metal table toward Y/N, which made them drop to the ground out of reach of it. Y/N shouted, “Mr. Connors, I see you're upset that I cut your hand off! I’m sorry! I burned you in my defense!” Y/N recovered from the ground as the Lizard rushed forward. Y/N took out their baton and clicked it to its full extent. Y/N swung; however, it anticipated the action and grabbed their wrist before slashing at Y/N roughly. The force launched Y/N off of the scaffolding. Y/N hoped this wasn’t it as they searched for something. Y/N caught sight of some rope and grabbed on, which caused terrible burns even with gloves. The burns caused them to let go and grab until the rope gave out and snapped. Y/N landed terribly on their back onto the metal surface of another scaffolding. Y/N groaned in pain. Their eyes grew wide when the lizard jumped down aiming right for them. Y/N turned on the shield and swung with all their might, but the hurt on their arm was lacking. Y/N looks above them to see it scratching at their shield. They struggle to hold their ground. Spider-Man's foot connects to the Lizard, which causes the Lizard to fall more below than they were. Y/N recognized it to be Peter two. Y/N rolled over onto their stomach. Y/N groaned as they stood up. Something had to be broken.
Y/N rushed ahead trying to get the cure for Peter three as it fell to their level. Their leg give out with a twist. They stopped in place, and M.J shouted toward Y/N. Then, Y/N threw it toward her. M.J ran, and they were able to cure the lizard at least.
Soon enough, it was just Goblin, and M.J was falling.
Y/N uses their weapon as a rope and connects it to the structure above themselves to jump down to get M.J; however, Peter three is faster as he catches M.J and lands gracefully onto the ground with Y/N landing roughly.
“Are you okay?” Peter three asked MJ. M.J nodded and answered, “Yeah. I’m okay.” Y/N looked to see Peter three frowning with glistening eyes.
M.J asks, “Are you okay?” Peter three nods barely able to speak. He let's M.J down, and she rushes off to find Ned and Peter one.
Y/N notices Peter three hunched over a bit with his hands in a fist. Y/N called out his name.
When he didn’t respond, Y/N walked closer only to hear rigged breathing. He gasped out for air, so Y/N could only ask, “Peter?”
He looked up at Y/N with tears framing his beautiful eyes. He gives a sad smile and doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge his state. Y/N sat him down on a fallen nearby rock. Once more Y/N questioned him, “Peter, what is it? What do you need?” He puts a hand to their shoulder. He tries to rise from his place; however, Y/N doesn't allow him as they use their hand to push down on his chest. Noting that they didn’t need much force.
He whimpers out, “I’m fine.”
“Oh, really? I know you’re from a different universe and all that, but I don’t think so.” He stays silent and struggles to breathe. Y/N keeps their hand to his chest and asks, “What is it?”
“Gwen…” He moves his hand to be placed over his heart. Y/N is sure his heart hurts with the thought and feeling his heartbeat aggressively to his chest. His hand lands on theirs, and he holds it firmly. He starts to sob, and Y/N pulls him into a hug. Y/N racked their brains and thought about how M.J was falling when the answer clicked in their head, and they blurted out, “That’s how she…” He nodded against Y/N. “I am…so sorry.” They were the only words Y/N could think of. He shrugs a bit in understanding. Y/N thinks about May’s death and finds themselves saying, “Peter blames himself…Peter…you blame yourself, but-I’m sure you did everything you could because…you’re Peter Parker. That’s something I’m certain of even if I haven’t known you that long. I know in my being that you did everything you could.”
“I-”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“Y/N-”
“I want you to say it.” He calmed down by now, and he laughed at the command. Softly, he says, “I used to blame myself more. I don’t know if I’ve ever accepted how she died.”
“However, it happened; I'm sure it wasn’t fair. Nothing ever is…just know it wasn’t you that did it.” He seemed to really take in Y/N’s words. He was nodding his head and crying again, but it wasn’t sadness and panic this time. He looks up to Y/N with a smile and elation. He grabs Y/N’s face with the biggest smile Y/N’s seen on him yet. He gives Y/N a quick peck before removing himself, and he softly repeats, “It wasn’t my fault.” His mouth goes wide. He stood up suddenly. He still holds Y/N’s hand and adds, “I-I-I’ve never said those words. Let alone thought it-I-Oh my god. Wow.”
Y/N can’t help laughing a little bit at his manner and muttering, “Sorry.”
“No. No. Don’t be, wouldn’t dream of it. I-Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything. You had the strength to get there all along I’m sure.”
“Not without you. Who knew? Not only did I need to leave my universe for a very new perspective but I guess I just needed you.” Y/N scratched their head a bit in embarrassment. The peck is still in their minds. Y/N wasn’t sure where to go from there as Peter three’s gaze was burning them all over. Peter three looked like he wanted to say something important; he almost spoke it out until they heard a distant clunking noise. They look over to the edge to see Peter one fighting Goblin on Captain America’s shield. Y/N is sure Peter one is looking for blood. Y/N turns to Peter three, but he’s already on his way down knowing “himself”. Y/N tries following as best as they can, but he’s way quicker.
Y/N gets there as Peter two and three stop Peter one from making a mistake. Peter one seems to have accepted it, and he looks at Y/N. They open their arms to him, and he strides into their arms. Y/N held him liking to think they were like siblings or family to him as they’ve gotten so close over the time together. Y/N holds his face in Y/N’s hands and tells him, “I’m proud of you, Peter.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No. You did the right thing. You always do. Okay?” He smiles softly and nods. He motions to Stephan and swings away.
Y/N look to Peter’s two and two and ask, “You guys okay?” While Peter three responds, “Yes,” Peter two answers, “Mostly. He holds his stomach with Peter three holding up for stability.
Peter two asks, “What now? I know we won or whatever, but I can’t help feeling like this is it. Just me?” He looks to both Y/N and Peter three, which only ends in Y/N and better respond in agreeing silence.
Y/N walks up to Peter two checking his wound doing their best with what they have in their small first aid and mentioning, “I know you heal but still.” Peter three smiles at them and asks, “What will you do after this?” As they work on Peter two, Y/N answers, “Same old, probably. Fight crime. Watch the youngins…Peter is gonna need someone there for him. With his Aunt May and all this-”
Peter one came swinging down in a frantic manner, which stopped Y/N from what they were doing, and he suddenly said, “Y/N, I’m about to make everything okay.”
“Peter, wh-”
“You’re gonna forget me.”
“I couldn’t-”
“I’m letting Stephan do the spell.”
“What?!”
“It’s the only way. I should’ve let him from the beginning.”
“Peter-” He hugs them tightly, and they can’t help tearing up. Tears breaking loose when he says softly, “I’ll be okay.”
“I-”
“Thank you for everything.” Y/N grabs his wrist and whispers, “Don’t talk like that…”
“I just wanted to say it if I hadn’t before.” Y/N’s lip juts out before they give a small smile. Y/N lets out a breath and says, “You're welcome loser.” They both laugh out loud, and Y/N asks, “You’ll come back to me, right?” Peter one looks to Peter three and back at them to answer, “You can do whatever you want after this. I’m sure a Peter will stay in your life.” Y/N slowly nodded since they didn’t understand him too much, but they knew it was heartfelt. Y/N gives him a bigger smile and ruffles his hair before replying, “Okay. Ya, weirdo. I’ll see you.”
Peter one sends off his farewells to the other Peters with hugs and tears and leaves to M.J and Ned.
Y/N looks at both Peter’s. Y/N looks to Peter two and says, “Thank you for helping out. Sorry. You got stabbed.”
“It’s alright. Not the first time.”
“Been there. Not fun.” He nods thoughtfully. Y/N gives him a chaste hug; then, they look to Peter three.
At the same time, both Y/N and Peter three off their sentence with, “I wanted to say-” Both stop at the same time and look between each other. Y/N motioned to him, but he shook his head and nodded towards them. Y/N lets out a sigh and says, “I’m gonna miss you Peter-”
Y/N looks to Peter two and adds, “No offense.”
Peter two waves to them and answers, “No worries.”
Y/N looks back to Peter three and continues, “Never thought I needed another Peter in my corner…Guess this is goodbye.”
“You know, where I come from there aren’t any avengers. Why don’t you just pop up there? I could use someone. We have bread there too for you to throw.” He grinned. Y/N smiled and mocked, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”
“I thought I was funny.”
“You are, but I also see you fishing for compliments before departing.” He looks down a bit sad and says, “I am happy I met you. Something about you was uh…right. It felt natural.”
“I get what you mean.”
“I’ll miss you. Well, I don’t know how all this will go, but-”
“I’ll miss you too for what it's worth now.” Y/N hugs him, and he slowly does the same. It lasted a meaningful long time until they separated. Tears forming for them both. Y/N raises their head to keep from the fall of tears and calmly says, “I’d stay longer but…”
“What?”
“I can’t watch you go.” Y/N looks to Peter two and corrects themself, “Watch you Peter’s go. Got a bit attached.” You look at Peter three. “It’s too hard even if I won’t remember after this.” A tear coming out. Y/N wipes it and waves sadly before using it. Y/N strided off out of sight to climb back up the structure.
The Peters watch them go. Peter three not letting himself miss Y/N until he can’t see them anymore. When Y/N’s out of sight, Peter three sighs and looks down in thought. He feels Peter two bump him, and Peter three asks, “Sorry. Am I holding you too tight? Does it hurt?” Peter two shakes his head no, and he says, “What’s really hurting is watching you.”
“Huh?”
“You said, Love wasn’t in the cards for us Peter’s…I mentioned we do. Me and Peter proving you wrong by having our M.J’s.”
“You’re saying this is my chance?”
“I can’t answer that. If you know you know.” Peter three grabs at his temple and says, “You’re right. What am I doing?”
“Go on. Just sit me down.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” Peter three sits him down. However, he doesn't move, ”This is the part where you go?”
“What if it’s the wrong thing? I mean it’s a bit impulsive. I only met them today. Their lives would change. I-”
“Go. Don’t spend anymore time regretting…Holding back isn’t for the best. I’d kow.”
“Okay. Right.” Peter three hugs Peter two goodbye and webs himself as fast as he can after them.
Meanwhile, Y/N was waiting relatively close to Dr. Strange trying not to think about any of it. Y/N looks at the colors in the sky through blurred vision as they cry. Y/N looks at Stephan, and he asks, “What is it? Are you that hurt?”
Y/N laughs, which makes them cry harder. They answer, “I think my heart hurts more.”
“Sounds serious. “
“It’s just that P-”
“Not that I don’t care-Well, I don’t-I need to do this spell.” Y/N frowns and nods. Stephan sighs and pauses for a second to ask, “What is it?”
“One of the other Peters…I don’t want to forget them…don’t want them to go.” He sighs and shakes his head before muttering, “I may regret this.“
“What?”
“There’s a way to be together.“
“Really?! How?!”
“It’s really a collective decision.” Y/N rushes to the edge and calls out, “Peter!” However, he isn't standing where he was. Peter two sits there and points up. Y/N looks to him very confused that they don’t see Peter three at the end of the scaffolding.
Peter three arrives at the top throat dry and heart pounding in a way it hasn’t for long, and not since Gwen. Y/N doesn't notice Peter until he wipes away their tears on their right side with the back of his right hand.
Y/N looks at him and moves back in shock with an exclamation, “Peter?!” Y/N fumbled and tripped slightly on discarded debri. Peter webs them over, which leads to Y/N bumping right into him. They both laugh at the interaction, and he says, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He wipes Y/N’s face once more. Y/N looked down nervous, and he held their hand. Y/N uttered, “Peter-”
“I wanted to let it all out. Say the proper things.”
“I don’t want to watch you go.”
“Y/N-” He bites his lip trying not to cry hard. He continues straining himself, but a smile still on his face. “Y/N, I have never met a person like you. I haven’t felt this way for someone since Gwen. I will miss you. I almost don’t want to go because you're here, but I know I can’t.”
“You mean that?”
“No more regret. I just wanted to tell you…” He starts to walk away. Y/N runs over and almost like a tackle they hug him from behind. It surprises him. He turns to Y/N and hugs them from the front as he holds their face in his hands. Y/N says, “With everything that happened, all the tragedy and fighting and enemies, I still enjoyed my time because of you. To be honest, sometimes I don't feel like I fit in here, but it felt right with you. From what you’ve said about where you come from. It sounds like my kind of place.”
“At least we have now?”
“Let me come with you.”
“What?” He let go.
“You said it yourself. You need more help. I could be there.”
“I couldn't ask you to do that. You have a life here.”
“I’m gonna forget some of it anyway. There is plenty of help here. I could give another universe a try.”
“Are we seriously talking about this? If so, I’m not really too sure how we’d go about this. I’m smart but traveling through the multiverse is new to me.” Y/N looks at Stephan.
He rolls his eyes and says, “Ugh, you two are too sweet. I’m a bit sickened. Alright. There’s a way to make it happen.” Like puppies they stand at attention with glints of hope.
Y/N asks, “How?”
“If I send you to Peter-This Peter’s universe. You would know this Peter. You’d be ahead of the spell. This Peter goes back no matter what, but you’d be there. Then, you would know him in his universe.”
Peter clears his throat and queries, “Can we do that? I mean won’t it mess with time?”
“As long as Y/N doesn’t do anything too drastic with what they know. You’ll be fine.” Peter smiles gleefully and says, “Mr. Strange sir, if I could hug you, I would. Thank you.”
“No need.” Stephan says not interested. Peter looks at Y/N and states, “We’re doing this.” Y/N grabs his hand and repeats, “We’re doing this.”
Stephan puts a portal in front of Y/N. He stops Y/N and uses the time peace to get rid of the injuries. Y/N hugs him and says, “Thank you. I knew I was one of your favorites.” Stephan gives a small smile and says, “You’re usually less annoying.”
“Thanks.”
Y/N looks to Peter, “I’ll see you on the other side.” Y/N let go slowly and headed inside.
Y/N waits a few minutes before Spider Man is swinging towards them. He stops in front of Y/N in all his glory and scoops them right up, and they start swinging. In glee, Y/N hollers, “To be honest I always wanted to try this!”
“Fun?!”
“Scary too!”
“What’ll we do now?!”
“Doesn’t matter! We’re doing it together now!” They go swinging away to a new happiness. Universe’s restored.
