50 And 42 With Lucifer :)

50 and 42 with Lucifer :)

Devil May Care

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Warnings - Murder, dead body.

Prompts - 42 - “Look, I haven’t slept in twenty four hours, I got fired, and almost got shot today. I’m in no mood for your shit” & 50 - “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.”

Being a detective was a difficult job, you always knew there was that large chance you could die on the job but you still did it because somebody had to. You wanted to help people and make sure that the criminals were punished, it was one of the many reasons Lucifer had started to orbit closer to you. It’s not that you didn’t like Lucifer, the guy was actually pretty nice once you got past the whole Lucifer persona but sometimes he interfered with you work, wanting to skip ahead to the punishing aspect of the job and not, say, the paperwork aspect of it. 

Sometimes on the job there wasn’t enough evidence to tie a criminal to the crime but you knew they were guilty. The case you were currently working on, and the case that Lucifer had wormed his way into, was a shooting that you were convinced linked with a gang you had spent months looking into, if you were right then this would be your big break. You received a call early in the morning calling you in, it was a short ride to the scene of the crime and definitely not what most people would want as a morning wake up.

The victim had, clearly, been shot but there were other injuries on his body. You saw Ella with her camera assessing the wounds as you made you way over to her. 

“Got anything yet?” You asked her, taking in the scene as you did. You were in the Willowbrook area, some back alley that was perfect for a shooting. 

“Hey, morning! Yeah actually, so the victim’s name is Reggie Sanchez, he’d just turned 19 a few days ago and as you can see the victim was shot, I’d put time of death at around 4:28AM.” You registered the information she had given you as you crouched down next to the body, eyebrows knitting together as you felt something wasn’t right but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Something about this murder seemed familiar.

“So cause of death was the bullet? What about the other injuries?” You asked, gesturing to the bones that were popping out of the young man’s legs and the carved out chunks of skin on his arms and chest. “Whoever wanted him dead really wanted him to suffer.”

“That’s what I thought but turns out these wounds and broken bones, not done until after he was dead. See the cuts, the blood pattern is different to how it’d be if he was alive.” That’s when it hit you, you knew exactly who was responsible for the death of Reggie Sanchez. The gang you were looking into used this method of death when someone betrayed them or wanted out. Before you could say anything you were interrupted. 

“Ah Detective Y/L/N, Miss Lopez. Beautiful day for a murder!” Whilst Ella welcomed Lucifer warmly you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, taking a deep breath you stood and turned to face the uninvited Devil.

“Lucifer what are you doing here?” He turned to look at you with a wide smile and God, how were he and Ella so damn happy this early in the morning.

“Well Detective Y/L/N, I’m a civilian consultant so I’m here to assist. That and I enjoy spending time with you.” You liked Lucifer, you really did, but this was your first, and maybe last chance for a long time, to catch ‘The Men’. Creative name for a gang who consisted of, as the name would suggest, only men, sexist men at that. The only time a woman is even near the gang is for sex. They were sneaky and their operation ranged from drug dealing to murders. You had first discovered them when somebody had been shot in broad daylight, the victim staying alive long enough to tell you he wanted out of the gang but they refused. 

“Lucifer as much as I appreciate you wanting to help, this case is really important and I need a partner who is going to stick with me for the whole case, not just someone who comes and goes when it gets interesting.” The thought of dealing with Lucifer going off on his own after The Men after you’d spent so long tracking them filled you with dread. At least he had the nerve to look guilty. 

“Y/N, I promise you have my full attention on this case. I’ll follow your lead. Devil’s word.” You debated it for a few moments before giving in, maybe Lucifer could be of some help.

“Fine, fine, but the moment you stray you’re off the case.” He quickly agreed and before long you were finished at the crime scene and heading back to the lab to go over facts whilst waiting to see if forensics found anything, not that you thought they would considering you knew their work and it seemed they knew how to hide any scrap of evidence that linked back to them. 

“So, I think that this was a hit by The Men, a gang that know how to commit crimes without leaving prints. As far as I can tell they smuggle drugs in and sell them as well as murder. So far I’ve seen four murders, not including this one, that look like they could link to the gang, same injuries, same bullet type. I even managed to talk to a victim before he died, he wanted out of the life but they weren’t having it.” As you paced the room, files upon files of information you’d collected spread out on the table in front of you, you missed the fond smile etched onto Lucifer’s face as he watched you run a hand through your hair and your eyes light and wide at the thought of finally taking this gang down. 

“But if there’s no prints how can you link those murders, and this one, to them?” Lucifer asked you causing you to look at him, head tilted as your brows knitted together. Lucifer’s smile grew even wider as he saw the exact moment you got an idea, he watched you rummage through the files before pulling one out and sliding it across to him.

“The gang is strictly men only. However, they buy prostitutes!” You exclaimed, Lucifer looked at you confused.

“Detective Y/L/N, how on Dad’s Earth is them buying prostitutes a good thing?” You rolled your eyes but smiled at the reference to God being his father and continued.

“That’s the way in. Face it, we’d never be given a warrant to search their property and the Lieutenant would never allow it without firm evidence, such as fingerprints or DNA. I have to catch this gang Lucifer and this is the way in!” You’d had a plan for a while but the thought of going over your superiors head filled you with dread, if you came up with nothing you risked losing your job, hell if you did find something you still risked losing your job.

“OK then Y/N tell me, what’s this devilish plan of yours?” Smiling you told him how you knew where they were getting prostitutes from, you would go undercover and get into their property, from there you would try and find even a slight bit of evidence that would prove they were connected to the murder. It’d be risky as you wouldn’t be wired up and the only person who would know was Lucifer. 

“My, my Detective Y/L/N, look at you breaking the rules. But the plans far too dangerous, I simply can’t allow you to do that.” Rolling your eyes you look at the files in front of you and knew what you had to do.

 “Good thing I’m not asking for your permission then Satan. Listen, I’m doing this so it’s just a question of whether you’re going to let me go in there all alone or if you’re going to be near to help out if needed.” You knew exactly what Lucifer would do, no way was he letting you go in without him being on hand. When he relented, with an over exaggerated sigh, you grinned up at him. 

“If you get fired just remember I tried to talk you out of this.”

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Lucifer’s whistle when he saw you had you blushing head to toe, you felt exposed and not just because you were wearing next to nothing, no you felt exposed because you had no gun, no wires, nothing. You were going in vulnerable but you needed this. 

It wasn’t long before you were in, shooting one last look over your shoulder at Lucifer who sat, warmer than you, in his car. The place you were led to was as sleazy as the men who occupied it, women in your state of dress, and less, were dotted around the room on the laps of the men. The room was a large open space, you saw stairs leading to upper floors and a few doors located on the floor you were on. You saw weapons were just abandoned were they lay and thanked God that you had a decent chance of grabbing a gun if it came down to that. 

You were led over to what looked like the man in charge which you were thankfully, though slightly fearful, for. He looked you up and down before standing, pulling you over to him.

“Hmm Baby, follow me.” Barely resisting the urge to roll your eyes you followed him as he led you up the stairs. Perfect, you thought now you just had to get away from him and start snooping.

Before you knew it, you were being pinned to the wall, a gun resting against your temple. You tried to push him away but he held you in place, choking you as his arm pressed into your neck. Your fingers pried at his arms but little good it did. 

“Don’t think I ain’t seen you before, cop! Seen you snooping around crime scenes talking to dear ol’ Frankie ‘fore he died. Look at ya know though, no weapon and no wires. How were ya plannin’ on callin’ back up eh?” You felt yourself losing consciousness but fought against it, you needed evidence. When he relieved some pressure from your neck, not enough to push him away but enough to talk you gasped for air.

“There’s no back up, the department doesn’t even know I’m here. Let me go and I’ll drop the case I’ve got against you.”

“Please, you ain’t got nothin’ against me otherwise you’d come in here with your fancy warrants.” Fuck, you needed Lucifer or some sort of miracle to get yourself out of this alive and that’s when you heard it, the S.W.A.T team could be heard from where you two were, your face paling as the man holding the gun turned from the noise back to you.

“Oh you bitch.” Heavy footsteps could be heard running up the stairs and he bolted but not before pulling the trigger, gun pointed at you, when he was a safe distance away to pause for a second. A hand tugged you, causing you to narrowly miss the bullet that would have been fatal. 

Turning you saw Lucifer, he looked as pale as you did, worry swimming in his eyes. No words were spoken as he rested his forehead against yours before pulling you into a tight hug. The hug was broken by your name being shouted, turning your saw your Lieutenant, face scrunched together in anger. Before you could go over to her, Lucifer tugged you so you were facing him again and kissed you. This wasn’t the first time the pair of you had kissed, there had always been something between the two of you but you never acted on it outside of what you shared. Pulling away you smiled at him weakly, watching as he pulled off his blazer and handed it to you, allowing you some modesty, before facing your boss.

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“Reckless.” “Irresponsible.” “What sort of image does this present to the public regarding the LAPD?” Were some of the many statements you had heard whilst standing in the Lieutenants office. You knew what the outcome of this meeting would be but still hearing that you were fired crushed you. You knew you were a damn good detective and sometimes that meant following your gut but you knew you’d gone around it the wrong way. Even if they found some concrete evidence in the property it wouldn’t matter.

Walking out of the office you went over to your desk to find Lucifer stood with a sheepish grin. You were not in the mood to deal with Lucifer at the moment, all you wanted to do was go home and get in bed, not realising how tired you were until now. You stayed up all day and night yesterday going over every aspect of this case for nothing now.

“Look, I haven’t slept in twenty four hours, I got fired, and almost got shot today. I’m in no mood for your shit.” You told him pushing him off your desk as you started tidying up, you noticed a box on the desk and glanced at Lucifer.

“I apologise Y/N. I had a bad feeling about your plan and just wanted you to be safe. I never wanted you to lose your job because of me.” He told you, a sad look making its way onto his face.

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.” You say with a smile, “trust me, it’s not your fault. I’m glad you called for backup because I truly believe he would’ve killed me. Help me pack up?” You asked and he immediately started helping.

Once you were all packed you couldn’t help the slight sting you felt in your eyes, you scrunched them together before opening them again, seeing Lucifer open his arms for you. You stepped into them immediately, resting your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly whispering sweet nothings as he did.

“Considering how bad your day has been how about we try and make it a bit better?” He asked into your hair. You rolled your eyes, as much fun as adventures with Lucifer were you just wanted to go home.

“Luc, I’m tired and just want to go to sleep. We’ll do something fun another time.” 

“Yeah that’s not what I was talking about actually. Now may not be a good time, or it may be as good a time as any, but seeing you nearly get shot today made me realise how fragile your lives on Earth are and how I should make the most of my time with you, value every moment. Linda would probably say I’ve made progress. Anyway, Y/N, what I’m trying to say is I like you a lot and want to at least give being your boyfriend a try, if you’ll let me?” Grinning, you leaned up and kissed him, the kiss lasted for a few moments before he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. 

“I’ll assume that’s a yes?” He asked you with a soft smile.

“Yes Lucifer, it’s a yes.” You said before he pulled you into another kiss. 

It had been a long exhausting day but at least something good had come from you nearly being killed. 

James Potter x reader with prompt 25 from the 100 prompts/AU list and preferably with the reader saying the prompt? Thanks!

The Happily Ever After

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Prompt - 25 - “I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me?”

Since your first year at Hogwarts you had been close to James, Sirius and Remus, you were always at their side when they were causing mischief and often came up with elaborate plots that got you all into trouble. James and you had spent countless nights staying up and talking about everything and nothing, if you were in Gryffindor then you both stayed in the common room but if you were in another house well, that’s what invisibility cloaks are for. To nobody’s surprise the pair of you became official in your fifth year, Sirius lost the bet to Remus as he thought James would shy away until at least the end of sixth year going on seventh.

When you finished Hogwarts you, Sirius and James applied to become aurors, all three of you getting accepted into the training program that only accepted the best of the best. Training for three years had led to you all becoming more skilled in Magic. You and James were often paired together for both training and duelling, Sirius had began to keep count of just how many times you’d beat James; though it was nearly even. In this time you and James had moved into one of the many Potter owned properties, one that caught your eye the most was a cottage that was bigger on the inside but still homely, the other properties where large manors that always looked cold and unwelcoming. You’d moved in with each other just after leaving Hogwarts and you couldn’t be happier, some people still frowned upon your relationship as the felt it was moving too fast even though it had been five years but the pair of you were happy and that’s all that matters.

The day had come, you were finally being sent on a big case! Voldemort’s followers, Death Eaters they were calling themselves, had been causing destruction in Diagon Ally, many were injured and a few seemingly dead when you arrived at the scene, James, Sirius and a few other aurors beside you. You all quickly broke away from each other and began to deal with the Death Eaters, you were currently duelling with two, surprisingly talented, followers who weren’t afraid to use unforgivables. As you immobilised one of the followers, the other sent a ‘Crucio’ your way, your body dropping to the floor in immense pain and you could hear your screams mix with the Death Eater’s maniacal laugh. Your eyes scrunched together in pain as the spell spread through your entire body.

“Y/N!” You barely heard the shout of your name but couldn’t pry your eyes open or speak to acknowledge the voice.

It felt like a life time before the spell had stopped, slowly you came to and felt a hand gently running through your hair. You barely managed a whimper as you forced your eyes open squinting at the harsh light before focusing in on James, who looked down at you with such care and worry in his eyes.

“Hey.” Though he had a grin on his face, his voice cracked betraying feelings he tried to hide. You smiled weakly up at him, noticing that medics had arrived onto the scene now.

“Hey,” you just about managed to say, taking a deep breath you decided now seemed like as good a time as any, “I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me?”

You watched as James’ eyes filled with tears before he leaned down to kiss you ever so gently, mumbling soft yes’s against your lips as he did so. In the background you heard Sirius loudly celebrating the new life event that was taking place. Smiling as James pulled away to let the medics get to you, you saw the grin that was glued to his face as he was pulled into a celebratory hug by his best friend.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls, James Potter and Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You grinned as you listened to the officiant begin the ceremony. You stood in your beautiful wedding outfit, eyes locked with James, his own glazed over with happy tears if the grin on his face was anything to go by.

“James Potter, do you take Y/F/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife?”

“I do.” His voice was just above a whisper, a single tear slid down his face causing you to laugh, reaching up you gently wiped it away.

“And do you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, take James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” You grinned as the officiant pronounce you married.

“You may now kiss.”

With that James pulled you close and kissed you passionately, you hands reaching up to lock around his neck, his doing the same around you waist. You heard friends and family cheer as you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you Y/N Potter.”

“I love you James Potter.”

I was kinda sorta wondering if you could write something where the reader gets they’re wisdom teeth taken out and while peters taking care of them and the reader acts all silly and accidentally spills the beans on how she’s in love with him and when the readers not high they talk about it and end up together

Medicated

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The pain was agonising but still you waited until the last possible moment before actually going the dentist. Finding out your wisdom teeth had to be taken out was news you didn’t want to hear, what a bad start to the summer. Knowing you couldn’t go alone you called Peter after you’d made an appointment and begged him to go with you, of course he agreed straight away to which you were extremely grateful.

You groaned as you sat in a waiting area, the pain was getting increasingly worse every day but today they were going, as much as you wanted the pain relief you were still nervous. You rested your head carefully on Peter’s shoulder as he looked down at you in sympathy. You’d been crushing on Peter for a good few years now, moving to a new school was always hard but Peter had taken you under his wing and you two were closer than ever now. You knew his secrets, mainly him being Spiderman, and he knew yours, well all but the fact you were crushing on him.

Eventually, they called you over. You smiled weakly at Peter who told you he’d be right out here waiting for you before they swept you away. Once you were seated you suddenly felt a jolt of panic rush through you, how could you not take into account the drugs when you’d ask Peter to come with you? You’d watched the videos, hell you’d laughed at the videos, of people talking nonsense mixed with truths after getting their wisdom teeth removed, you could only hope you didn’t say anything too obvious to Peter and that he’d just brush of anything you did say.

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“Peter!” You grinned as they let him into the room, you were still sat on the chair feeling better than you had in weeks.

“Hey Y/N/N.” He grinned back at you, clearly amused.

“Ok so her cotton needs to be changed in the next half hour. She can only eat soft foods and she’s likely going to be out of it for a while due to the anaesthetic.” You tuned out as the doctor gave Peter a run down of the care you’d need once you left.

“H-Hey Peter! You’re really cool you know that.” You told him once you were seated in the car. Peter turned to you and smiled softly.

“Thanks, so are you.” You laughed and reached over to grab his hand, nothing out of the ordinary for you two, you’d always been more affectionate with each other than most people were.

The car ride home was spent with you blabbering about anything that came to mind, most of it didn’t make too much sense to Peter but he nodded along, laughing as he did. Thankfully you hadn’t spilled any major secrets.

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Peter had finally managed to get you up to your bedroom, it had taken far too long because you were distracted by everything and it had caused a nearly fatal fall down the stairs if it hadn’t been for Peter’s quick reflexes. Getting your cotton changed and you into bed was easier than Peter thought it’d be though as he sat down on the bed next to you.

“You know Peter, I really like you.” You told him with a frown, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“I really like you too, Y/N.” He told you honestly.

“No, I mean I really like you, like really. But I’m not supposed to say because then you won’t wanna be friends and then I’d miss you.” To Peter’s horror your eyes filled with tears as you rambled on, he immediately shifted his position so he could wrap his arms around you bringing you into his chest as he held you.

“Hey, I like you too, really really like you. I promise when you’re not drugged we can talk about this, yeah?” You nodded against Peter’s chest causing his to smile. Between the drugs and nearly crying, you felt exhausted. Listening to the steady beat of Peter’s heart you ending up drifting of to sleep leaving Peter to figure out how to approach the topic when you woke up.

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You woke up the next morning with a groan, your face was swollen and sore but hurt considerably less than it did when you had your wisdom teeth. You turned when you heard a throat clear and saw Peter sat on the bed with medicine and a glass of water for you. After dealing with the cotton in your month you gratefully took the medicine and gulped down the drink.

“So, yesterday you were pretty high.” Peter laughed causing you to flush, you barely remember anything after sitting in the dentist’s chair and could only imagine half the stuff that you’d said.

“God, I don’t even know if I wanna know what I said!” You groaned but grinned at Peter.

“Well that’s the thing, you sort of said that you really really liked me a lot.” With that your eyes widened and you suddenly found the bed sheets more interesting to look at than Peter. “But the thing is I told you the same thing.” Your head snapped back up to look at him, eyebrows knitting together questioningly.

“I kinda wanted to ask you ages ago but talked myself out of it because I thought you could never feel that way about me but yeah, anyway, Y/N do you, would you like to go out with me?” He asked you, a cute blush covering his cheeks as he played with the sleeves of his sweater.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, it was only a small peck but it had both of you grinning widely. “Peter Parker, I’d love to go out with you!”

Airport Blues

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Request - Anon ~ Hey can I have Misha & reader ((platonic not romantic)) where they meet at like an airport or smth because of West with the prompt violet? Thank you, love your work. X

Prompts - Violet - ‘Your kid keeps running over here and stealing food off my plate when you’re not looking and I don’t know how to make it stop’

Airports were the worst you’d decided. Trying to fly back to Washington was proving to be more difficult than anyone would have guessed, you could walk to Washington quicker than this. 

You’d been at the airport for hours the day before only for them to tell you that your flight was cancelled due to something being wrong with the plane, great. Thankfully they put you up in a hotel but you had to queue for hours just to get your voucher for the hotel and ugh it was proving to be a very stressful two days.

They had told you your plane would be ready at 6 AM, so you woke up bright and early and headed to the airport again. Was your plane ready at 6 AM? No, no it wasn’t and it wouldn’t be ready until 5 PM later that day. This was just great. 

Thankfully you didn’t have anything you needed to be home for other than the comfort of your own house and bed but still it was getting to be a bit of a joke at this point.

You realised just how hungry you were at around 4 PM, you still had an hour until your flight. Sighing you stood up from the uncomfortable chair you were in and made your way over to one of the restaurants they had in the airport. You quickly ordered your food before taking a seat in the courtyard like area in the middle of the stores.

Before you had a chance to take a bite of your food, you saw a small hand reach over and grab one of the fries that lay on your plate. You followed the hand and watched as a kid shoved it in his mouth before running over to a table that was two away from yours. The kid was looking at you with a smile causing you to raise your eyebrow before shaking your head and turning to your food.

You’d ate three or so bites before the small hand was back.

It’s not like you could say anything to the kid, I mean you probably could but then you risk getting in trouble with the parents whilst also looking like a bit of an arse.

He took two fries from your plate before scurrying back to his table.

This happened five more times before the kids dad finally noticed that his son had a handful of fries, your fries, in his hand and was stood there happily eating them to his heart’s content.

“Hey buddy,” you heard the man say, pulling the child on to his lap. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the kid try to feed his dad one of the fries. “No thank you, where are you getting them from Westy?” 

Westy, now why did that sound familiar? Before you could think on it, the kid raised an empty hand and pointed over to you and- Oh my God was that Misha Collins?

Fuck, you were so glad you hadn’t told his kid off.

Misha looked at you and you spoke before he had a chance to.

“Your kid keeps running over here and stealing food off my plate when you’re not looking and I don’t know how to make it stop.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him when he gave you an apologetic smile.

“West, you know you can’t do that. Apologise to the nice lady please.”

“No, really, it’s fine. No harm done.” Misha didn’t say anything, just looked at West who was smiling innocently.

“Sorry for stealing your fries, Miss.” You couldn’t help but melt at the cuteness.

“It’s alright, like I said no harm done.” He smiled before turning to bury his face in Misha’s chest, sure the kid was shy now but when he wanted some of your food it was a different story.

“Sorry about that, he’s got to that age were he’s curious about everything. I’m Misha, by the way, this is my son West.” How did you play this? It could weird him out if you said you knew who he was but at the same time you really didn’t want to let this moment pass you by.

“Again, it’s really fine and, uh, I know. I’m kinda a fan of Supernatural actually.” You tried to fight the blush of embarrassment that made its way onto your face. He grinned excitedly at you though and turned more to talk to you.

“Oh really? Hi, it’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?” You told him your name and he asked where you were going, turns out you were both heading to Washington only he hadn’t been stuck here for as long as you had. You had expected Misha to be down to Earth but you really hadn’t expected him to be this nice.

When they finally announced that your plane was ready to board, you, Misha and West all headed to the terminal you were taking off from. 

Once you were there, Misha leaned over and gave you a hug that you practically melted in to before saying his goodbyes.

The goodbyes weren’t necessary, however, when you boarded the plane, as you ended up being sat next to West, Misha taking the window seat and you being at the end of the middle row.

Maybe airport delays weren’t the worst thing in the world.

Home at Last

Request by - SeaweedBrain on Ao3

Would mind possibly doing one for me? Where Peter, who is in the military, and has been on tour for a year and comes home without telling anyone as a surprise? Could u have May there as well but Peter is adopted by Tony and Pepper? And possibly have a girlfriend/boyfriend that he asks Tony and the rest to help him surprise after he surprises them? I would love if could do this but u of course don't have to at all if u don't want to or feel like writing it or anything♡♡♡

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Things are different once you’re on the field, men who you can’t stand become someone you end up trusting with your life, someone you had to trust. It didn’t matter what uniform you wore once the shooting started, everyone was equal and everyone had one job - stop the enemies. When nerdy, young Peter Parker first joined the army people looked down at him, he knew it but now these men were his brothers and they had each other’s backs.

He had made some of his closest friends here but he did miss being back home, missed his adoptive Mom and Dad, Tony and Pepper, missed Aunt May, missed his friends Ned and MJ but he really missed Y/N. Currently, on a short break, Peter was holding a letter he had received from Y/N, you were always so happy, so supportive in them and even though you were so far away, Y/N always knew what he needed.  

Thankfully, he only had two more weeks left and his tour was over for a while, so far he’d been touring for a year and was more than ready to go back home for a while. He kept the fact that he was going to be home a secret, he wanted to surprise his family. With it being so close to the holidays he knew that Aunt May was going to be with his mom and dad, even though she couldn’t take him in when his biological parents died she had always been an important woman in his life. His plan was to surprise them first and have them invite Y/N so he could surprise her. With another smile, Peter placed the letter gently with the others before joining his battalion.

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The time had come and Peter was all packed up and nearly home. He was practically bouncing in his seat, receiving some odd looks from the other passengers but he couldn’t care less. He knew he missed home but it never hits him just how much until he’s back. By the time the plane landed and he grabbed his bags Happy Hogan was waiting outside, standing against the car. Happy was the only person Peter told he was coming back from tour, knowing the man wouldn’t tell anyone.

Questions were traded back and forth between the two until they arrived at the house. Whilst it was huge, Pepper had still managed to decorate it beautifully giving it a homely feel that one wouldn’t expect from a house like this. He thanked Happy for driving him, letting the older man enter the house first, waiting twenty minutes before quietly doing so himself. Being a soldier had taught him to be sneakier and stealthier, to think it was only a few years back that he failed to sneak out of the house to see Y/N.

He heard laughter coming from the family room and grinned before turning the corner and leaning against the doorway. He stood for a few moments, just taking in the scene in front of him with childlike glee before clearing his throat, every head in the room, beside Happy of course, snapped in his direction causing him to laugh.

“Kid, what the- you’re-come here.” Tony stuttered out as he stood up, walking over to Peter, arms spread wide open. Peter practically ran into Tony’s arms, whilst army stances had been drilled into, Peter turned into a kid when he was around Tony and happily clung to the man. Tony had no problems and held Peter just as tightly, placing a small kiss upon his head.

“This is a nice surprise, Kid. Missed you so much.”He muttered, not willing to let go of his son anytime soon. Tony was ridiculously proud of Peter, any parties or meetings Pepper made him attend he took every opportunity to tell anyone who would listen about Peter. Whilst he was insanely proud, he missed the kid every single day but it made him cherish the time he did spend with Peter.

Their hug was cut short by Pepper, eyes glistening suspiciously as she pulled Peter away from Tony and into her arms. She, like Tony, was obviously insanely proud of her son too, whilst she didn’t brag as much as Tony, she did bring it up a lot.

“Hey Mom.” Peter laughed slightly as he was transferred from his dad to his mom. He held her tightly; he’d missed them both like crazy and it had been far too long since they’d seen each other.

After hugging his parents and letting them fuss over him, he turned his attention to Aunt May, glad he’d been right about her being here. He wrapped his arms around her, answering questions that were asked quietly into his hair before they pulled away.

“Come here kid, tell us what you’ve been up to.” Tony said with a grin that hadn’t moved since he saw Peter, he tapped the seat next to him, wrapping his arm around Peter, pulling him close. With that Peter began telling them about his year long tour.

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After catching up with his family, Peter finally brought up Y/N. He knew you were not doing much for the holidays and you were close enough to the Stark family to feel comfortable around them without Peter.

“Right, I need you to call Y/N for me please. She doesn’t know I’m back either, and I really wanted to surprise her and I haven’t seen her for so long!”Peter pouted, looking at Tony, who was still grinning as he pulled out his phone.

“Hey Y/N” he said into the phone, “yeah I’m good, you? Oh good, well listen Pep and I were wondering if you wanted to come and spend Thanksgiving with us this year, ya know considering Peter’s away and everything.” Here he gave Peter a smirk, causing him to smile and roll his eyes.“Yeah, that’s great! We’ll see you tomorrow. Night kid.”

“She’s coming?” Peter asked before Tony could get a word out, causing the man to laugh.

“Yeah kid, she’s coming. Tomorrow, 12pm. Be ready.”

After another hot chocolate or two, the small group slowly made their way up to bed, bidding each other goodnight. Whilst Peter was exhausted after travelling, he was still bubbling with excitement over the thought of seeing his family and finally getting to see you tomorrow. Though he thought he’d be tossing and turning all night, he was asleep moments after his head touched the pillow.

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Peter woke up bright and early the next day, one of the things that he’d began to do automatically after being enlisted for so long, and was still filled with the same excitement he felt last night. Peter let himself have a few more moments in bed before he got up to take a shower.

“Morning kid.” Tony greeted him with a wide smile, just visible over the coffee mug he was drinking from. After greeting Tony, Peter began to prepare breakfast for himself and his family.

“I’d ask if you’re excited to see Y/N but by the way you’re vibrating with energy, I’ll pass.” Tony commented, causing Peter to laugh.

“I just,” Peter began, taking a seat opposite Tony after setting breakfast on the table, “leaving her and you guys is one of the hardest things I have to do and every time I do it, it just doesn’t get any easier. I’m so excited to have everyone here together. It’s gonna be great!” With that Aunt May and Pepper walked into the room and the conversation changed, though the concern in Tony’s eyes stayed.

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Finally, 12pm came and a knock on the door was heard causing Tony to stand to answer whilst Peter stood behind the door, out of eyesight when Y/N walked in. When you finally walked into the room, Peter had to stop for a second; you were here and he could finally hold you in his arms again.

As you spoke with Pepper, Peter creeped out and wrapped his arms around you, causing a squeal to escape you as you turned. Seeing Peter, you immediately pulled him into a tight hug, tears managed to leak down your face as you buried it in his neck. Peter grinned down at you, his own eyes feeling wet but he quickly blinked it away, before kissing your head.

“Hey baby.” He greeted softly, you pulled out of the hug only enough to begin kissing him deeply, forgetting about the fact that his parents and aunt were still in the room, though they all had smiles on their faces.

“God, I missed you so much.” You mumbled against his lips causing him to grin widely, breaking the kiss.

“I missed you so much, baby. Everytime I leave I miss you like crazy, your letters are the best gifts I receive when I’m away. I kept everyone of them just to read over when I’m lonely, when I miss you. I know it’s hard being with a soldier, we don’t get to see each other as much as we’d like but when we do it’s, well, it's like we’re in our own little heaven.” Peter’s attention was solely on you, so he missed the way Tony’s eyes widened and a shocked grin appeared on his face when he realised what was about to happen. “I guess what I’m trying to say is I love you and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my life with so, Y/N,” here he paused, lowering himself down onto one knee a pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket, “Will you marry me?”

You were already crying from seeing Peter just being home but the tears kept pouring when he proposed, you struggled to compose yourself, only just managing to choke out a few “yes, yes, absolutely!” He stood up, gently slipped the ring on your finger and kissed you with all the love he could muster.

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Prompt - White -  “We’re not fine”  “No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are”

You sat in the green room, detached from everyone else, staring at your phone trying to seem busy as your mind was a million miles away. They always said never get involved with somebody you worked with but you thought this one would work, it had worked for two years until he had left you two days before a convention where you had to be a smiles and laughs. As if going through a breakup wasn’t bad enough you had to pretend you weren’t heartbroken.

~ two days ago ~

You sat on one side of the table with Jared on the other side, tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Jared played with his hands, a sad look upon his face. Two years you’d been together, in that time you had moved in with each other and began to plan your lives together and now it was over.

“It just isn’t working, between our schedules and arguments that happen when we are together, it’s…c’mon Y/N, you know I’m right.” He had said, you shook your head as you stared at him. You’d been arguing more often as of late but that was because you were both stressed and weren’t managing it properly, not because you stopped caring or because you had fallen out of love with him. 

“Listen, I know this is awful but we have a convention in a few days and I think it’s better if we just pretend we’re fine. Dealing with the fans prodding and our friends isn’t what either of us want or need now.” Your eyes widened in disbelief before you let out a choked sob. 

“We’re not fine.” You told him coldly after taking a moment to recompose yourself.

“No, but if anyone asks, lie and tell them we are.” He was looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. You scoffed wondering why you should be doing him any favours, act like you weren’t heartbroken around some of your closest friends. They’d only have to take one look at the pair of you and realise something wasn’t right. You still agreed to pretend though, acting was your job, you could get through a few days without breaking down, right?

~ present day ~

People knew something was off but you just smiled and told them everything was fine, just a small argument, nothing to worry about. You’d spent the last two days before the convention torn between crying and getting angry. Right now though you were just sad and broken, hiding your feelings only made that pain worse, especially when you saw him laugh or smile. 

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or have I got to guess?” You were pulled out of your thoughts by Matt Cohen, who sat next to you with a concerned look upon his face. You rolled your eyes at him but a smile appeared on your face, not feeling as fake as the ones you had let out all day.

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?” Avoiding questions is easy when you’re in the spotlight, interviewers asked things you didn’t want to answer and you were able to side step the question and turn it into something you could answer. This technique was something you’d found yourself doing all morning. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, just talk to me.” Matt pouted at you causing you to roll your eyes, thankfully though you were saved by your handler informing you that you had a panel starting with Jared, Jensen and Misha. ‘Great,’ you thought with a sigh. You said your goodbyes to Matt, trying to ignore the concern in his features as you walked out of the room.

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The panel was the longest that you’d experienced. There was a tension on the stage that everyone could feel, you didn’t have the energy to play pretend. Questions were asked but you found yourself only half paying attention, having to ask fans to repeat a question more than once. You could see Jared look at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge him, which to the fans was a dead giveaway that something was wrong because you were always touching and joking around. Thankfully nobody asked about the tension though and once Richard came on to end the panel you were gone. 

Finding an empty room during a convention was difficult but you’d managed to, however what you failed to notice was Jared following you. Once you were in the room you cracked, tears fell down your face as you sat on one of the sofas in the room. You tried for days to keep your emotions at bay, tried to do as Jared had asked, tried to play along but you couldn’t.

“Y/N.” You heard the whispered call of your name, your head snapping you to see Jared leaning against the door, a sad look upon his face. The look sparked a bit of anger in you, why should he get to be sad when he ended things with you?

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We fought constantly, you can’t tell me you were actually happy can you? I mean I wanted to be, I really did, but it wasn’t working.” He told you as he came into the room, sitting on a chair opposite you. Tears continued to stream down your face as you refused to look at him.

“I was happy, Jared. Sure we fought but who doesn’t? I was willing to try! Willing to make an effort to find a solution instead of just ending everything! Not only is this hard but I can’t even process it because we’re doing cons and you want us to pretend everything is fine and dandy when it isn’t.” You were tired, you just wanted to go back to the hotel room and hide away from everything for a while. 

“What could we have done to find a solution? Breaking up seemed like the only solution, Y/N/N.” Finally you looked at him, his face dropping even more as he saw the tears staining yours. He reached out to grab your hand and you let him, you were mad but God you loved him more than anything. You wouldn’t beg for him to take you back but if there was a chance it could work well then you were taking it.

“There’s therapy out there for couples Jared. We could have talked more, made more time for each other, taken a few days out to just be together and reconnect. There’s so many better ways to deal with problems than just breaking things off.” You saw him register what you had said and after a long silence he spoke.

“Ok. I know I handled things badly but I do still love you, I never stopped. If you still want to be with me, I’m willing to make an effort if you are?” He asked, a small hopeful smile on his face as he looked at you with them damn puppy dog eyes.

“I am, but, it isn’t going to make things better overnight, J. You gotta be in this for the long run.” He nodded at you as he promised he would be. 

“Ca-Can I um, can I give you a hug?” He asked, voice just above a whisper. You smiled and nodded, a Jared hug, no matter how mad you were at him, was always the best thing. You knew you had a panel soon but ignored the world outside for a moment whilst you stood in Jared’s arms hoping that maybe everything would be ok.