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A constant beep welcomes you back to consciousness, and it was hard to tell where you were from the initial sight. A strong sterile smell slowly registers in your brain, and your eyes finally adjust to the white room. 

You look over to the side of the bed to see Peter sleeping with his head resting on the bedside with his fingers interlaced with yours. You tried to squeeze his hand but it refuses to move and your throat feels tight from the dryness. 

You could only whimper, which probably sounds a lot more pathetic than you meant it. Peter's ears twitch and his eyes slowly open to look into yours. He stares for a few seconds before realizing that you're finally awake. Next thing you know, he's pulling you close to him hugging you tightly.

"You scared me," he whispers. The tears flow from your eyes as you remember what happened the last time you were awake. The blood, tears, and mistakes that brought you to where you are now.

"I'm sorry." Your voice sounds so different and you didn't know whether it was from the dryness or your state of mind. Regardless, Peter only held you tighter and rub your back soothingly. He lies you back down and wipes his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie.

"You're okay now and that's what matters." His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes but you can tell he's trying to be strong in front of you. You scoot over in the bed indicating for Peter to join you. He lays down beside you before bringing you into his comforting arms. The sound of his heartbeat calms yours as you rest your head on his chest.

"I never want to see you like that again." 

You knew what he meant and you're filled with much more guilt. The fact that you actually went through with your attempt scared you so much that you couldn't even imagine how scared Peter was.

"I know, I’m really sorry. I didn't want you or anyone else to see me like that." You feel yourself gaining your voice back, but you were still scared to talk. Peter continues to rub circles into your back making you feel sleepy. 

"I'll be right there. You know that right? I'll always be there for you. I just want you to know that so you never have to think about doing that again."

You knew it wasn't as simple and easy, but it's a comforting start to a road of recovery knowing that Peter will be there by your side. You feel him kiss the top of your head, and you didn't want the moment to end but you can feel Peter pull away. 

"I need to call for the nurse and doctor to check on you. I'll be right here okay? I love you." 

Those last three words were the only thing that matters now. It was a motivation to get help and be healthy not only for yourself but for Peter. The person who was there for you and is still there through the roughest and worst part of yourself. 

You slightly smile and grab his hand not wanting to let go. 

Your comfortable and dreamlike nap was interrupted when you feel Stiles unsavory belly flop into his bed right next to you.

"Time to wake up sleepyhead."

The playfulness in his voice was evident and it brought a smile to your face. You open your eyes to see his grin and he scoots closer to you before draping an arm and leg over your body. That didn't help his mission to get you up as his warmth only made you want to fall asleep again.

His light kisses tickle your face and it forces you to sit up just to get him to stop. That's when you notice the obnoxiously large pumpkin sitting on the floor with a few carving tools around it. You turn your head to look at Stiles only to see his eyebrows wiggle at you.

You laugh and look down at the pumpkin.

"I think we need to get into the festive spirit a bit," says Stiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you towards his body. Your cheek lays on top of his shoulder and you snuggle closer to him as the cold October weather seeps into his poorly insulated room.

"I think we have enough Halloween spirit with all types of supernatural beings coming here to kill us," you said in a deadpan mood.

"We're still alive though and I say we should carve sourwolf into this pumpkin to give to him."

The idea immediately perks you up. If there's anything that helps bring you and Stiles closer was the passion to annoy the hell out of Derek. It's one of your favorite couple activities next to the endless nights of constant research while you two go out to save your supernatural friends from the never-ending life-threatening situations.

So at 2 in the afternoon, you sit beside your boyfriend in his bedroom carving Derek's thick furrowed brows while Stiles carves his frown. You guys couldn't help but laugh at the horribly carved wolf as you continue to try your best anyway.

While you're concentrated on carving, Stiles playfully takes a small chunk of the scooped pumpkin filling and tosses it at you. It splats on top of your forehead and slowly slides down your face as you grab a fist full to throw at him.

He immediately jumps up and runs as you follow suit. You manage to throw it and it lands smackdown on the back of his neck. The disgusting wet slap was clear in the room as Stiles grabs it and prepares to throw it back at you.

The room was a big mess with pumpkin seeds and filling everywhere and you and Stiles laugh at each other messy and sticky state. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in before giving you a deep kiss.

"Shower time?"

“You’re an asshole,” you said to Nate before taking your shot. Jules ran out the front door right after the confrontation and you wanted to chase after her to make sure she was okay, but it seems like Rue already had that in mind. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Nate’s dramatics after catching Maddy in the pool. He didn’t scare you, but he did make you nervous. He watches you as he leans against the kitchen counter with his chest heaving up and down whilst glistening from sweat.

It’s obvious how attractive Nate is and everyone knows it, but that doesn’t mean shit with his shitty personality. The sad thing about all of this is how much you love him even when you know he’s a shitty person. It hurts to see him with Maddy while you’re his little secret that he sneaks around with at night.

“And you’re a fag,” he replies after taking a shot of his own. Everyone in the room looks between you two and the stinging feeling in your heart is back. You can’t do anything but shake your head and walk out the room towards the front door.

You’re at your breaking point. You can’t be the second choice anymore. You try to think of the Nate when you’re both alone in your bed cuddling and talking about life and dreams. The guy who would whisper sweet things into your ear until you fall asleep in his arms or the guy who would spoil you with everything you ever wanted and needed.

Too lost in your thoughts, you manage to run right into Cassie and Chris who looks at you with concern.

“You okay?” Cassie asked into your ears as the music pumps throughout the house. You just nod and rush past her not wanting to deal with anyone before her attention turns to Nate who looks like he’s trying to follow after you.

“What the hell did you do asshole?” Cassie shouted at him while Chris tries to keep her calm. Nate didn’t even bother to address her before following after you. It was hard for him to keep up as you manage to weave past everyone before running out the front door. It was hard to hold back the tears now that you’ve finally escaped the party but the sound of running and Nate stepping in front of you broke that hold.

You didn’t even want to look up at him, and you couldn’t as he pulls you into a hug. You try to push away but he tightens his hold on you as he rests his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that shit,” he said softly but you didn’t want to listen anymore. It hurts too badly.

“Let go of me.” You couldn’t fall back into the same lies every time. It was toxic and maybe even more toxic than his relationship with Maddy. You remember the way he talks to Maddy every time she wears some he doesn’t like or the things he’d do to people that he doesn’t like. You couldn’t help but think of how fucked you are for falling in love with him.

“We can’t do this anymore. We’re bad for each other.” You hear a low rumble in his chest as his body tense up, but he doesn’t let go of you regardless.

“We’re made for each other. You’re mine.”

Those words were something you’d hold onto forever if he told you that months ago but it’s different now. Tonight helped you realize how bad it is to be with him and it would never end if you didn’t do it now.

“I’m not yours. I don’t belong to you. I need to be with a guy who’s not afraid to hold my hand or tell everyone how much he loves me. You’re not a good person Nate, and I’m now finally realizing that.”

His body becomes rigid with every word you spoke and you finally push yourself away when his arms loosen around you. You walk away from him and you feel his eyes pierce your back.

Just do it. You failed everyone.

The thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone. It was driving you to the breaking point as you held the dagger with a deadly grip. The same dagger that Clint gave you for Christmas last year with hopes that you will excel in the Avengers long after he and the rest of the founding members retires. Those hopes for you were now gone.

You think back to your boyfriend, Peter, and the look of wonder and admiration that fills his eyes every time he looks at you. You can’t stand to disappoint him either. You didn’t mean to kill so many people.

Just do it. There are buckets of blood from your hands.

The bathroom floor tiles are cold against the soles of your feet as you sat in front of the toilet with your arms on your knees. The cold dagger added to the hostility of the demons that constantly urged you to add pressure to the dagger against your wrist.

You let out a choked sob as the guilt continues to hit you tenfold and the sound of your phone vibrating on the bathroom sink couldn’t distract you from the color of red that slowly oozes out as the dagger’s edge breaks your skin. The world trusted you to protect them. The Avengers welcomed you into their home and family.

The look on Natasha’s face was something you couldn’t get out of your head when she heard you threw the bomb into the building. Your mentor and person you would call mom looked at the building in horror as the windows show figures burning. You thought the building was empty and abandoned, but the flames continue to kill children and families that took shelter from the onslaught of foreign extraterrestrial enemies.

Just do it. You aren’t loved anymore.

It was the screams of those people that made you dig the blade deeper into your wrist as the building started to burn and crumble. You let out another heavy sob as you squeeze your eyes shut trying to get the image of a burning father trying to protect his family from the relentless flames that engulfed everything in its path out of your head.

The bathroom door shook with a heavy bang as you start to drag the blade down your arm coating your legs and floor with a thick and heavy amount of blood. You can hear Peter yelling your name come into focus as those screams fade out. You didn’t want him to see you like this, and you couldn’t help but let out a cry, which only made Peter bang on the door harder.

Finish it. It’s your only way of redemption.

The bathroom door flew off the hinges as Peter quickly pull the dagger out of your hand and pull you into his arms. You can feel his tears fall onto your cheek as he tucks face into his neck and the familiar hold of his arms. Your cries only got louder as you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. Peter’s arms tighten around you and you feel his hand stroking your back whispering how you’re going to be okay.

Tony and Pepper rush into the room to see the bloody scene and quickly called for the ambulance as Peter continues to rock you into his arms.

“You’re going to be okay. I promise,” he whispered into your ears as you continue to cry. It was hard to stop and the pain was starting to set in.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say through a heavy haze of sadness. Peter only held you tighter while keeping your wounded arm close to him so he can keep pressure.

“Shh, you’ll be okay. I love you okay? Just keep breathing for me,” he said in a hoarse voice in disbelief that he could’ve lost you tonight. He was determined to help you through this. He knew the guilt was eating you up, but he never thought you’d do this.

The paramedics eventually came and took you away from Peter’s arms. This only made you yell out for Peter as they try to calm you down. Pepper stepped into your vision to calm you as Peter looks at the bloody mess in his arms and lap. He stares down at the blood on the floor still trying to register what happened, and Tony slowly helps him onto his feet.

“He’ll be okay kid. I promise. We’ll all help him through this,” Tony said softly as he hugs Peter seeing the boy’s heart was breaking at the sight of you screaming for him as the paramedics strap you onto the gurney before taking you away.

It was a struggle for Bucky to plan this date for you. He hated Halloween. The noise, crowds, and masks didn’t help, but he knew you love Halloween so he made it happen. The festival was something you always wanted to do but life always took over so he called Fury to take you off of future missions, much to Fury’s disapproval. He made sure Tony and Bruce didn’t busy you by using your amazing intelligence. He sent Steve and Sam out so they don’t intercept you into working out with them. Natasha actually helped him do this. She does have a soft spot for you and making sure you’re happy was enough for her to step in.

“I’m here,” Peter yells as he runs up to Bucky breathless and sweating. Peter hands him a small box and Bucky pats his head with an appreciative smile before putting on his jacket to head out to see you.

You are everything to him. You came into his life years ago and helped him get his life back together after the whole winter soldier ordeal. You didn’t judge him for anything, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with you. He stands outside of your apartment building with his hands in his coat watching the streets around him.

“Bucky!” you shouted as you hop from the staircase leading up the door of your apartment building and landing in his arms. Buck couldn’t help but smile before kissing you deeply. You melt into his arms and kiss not wanting to let go as the heat from his body consumes you.

“So where are we going,” you asked after he set you down and you two start to walk towards the metro station.

“It’s a surprise,” he whispered into your ear. It sent chills down your spine and you two walked hand in hand finding comfort in each other’s warmth. It didn’t take long to get to Coney Island, but Bucky covers your eyes with a blindfold after exiting the station. With your arm hooked around his, he leads you down the boardwalk and the sound of kids screaming along with music fills your ears.

“You didn’t…” A smile broke out on Bucky’s face as he watches your smile grow before you rip the blindfold off to see the entire boardwalk covered with orange and purple lights. People with scary masks ran around the place with people screaming or laughing from the horror. Carnival rides covered with spider webs and ghastly faces hung on each concession stand with games ready to be played.

A giant sign dripping in fake blood hung above the entrance saying “HELL FEST.” You grab his hand and ran to the entrance.

The night was filled with carnival games, you screaming, and holding on to Bucky while he laughs at your reaction.  

“You know, you’re a bit of a scaredy-cat for being an agent,” Bucky teased. You poke your tongue out at him and pull your pretzel away as Bucky tries to take a bite.

“I’m too much of a scaredy-cat to give you my food,” you teased him back. He holds you tight to his body and tries to take the pretzel away from you as you laugh and try to hold it away. Eventually, the night comes near to an end and you both ride the Ferris wheel with a giant Hulk plushy sitting on the opposite side of the cart.

You were annoyed because of him. It’s the way he tries to get your attention every time you enter the room or when he sees you in public. It’s also annoying you that you’re sitting in the meeting room while Capt is explaining the details of their next mission, and he’s too busy staring at your face. You shoot him a glare, and he quickly straightens himself out while turning his eyes back on the Capt. You roll your eyes at him as Wanda tries to stifle her giggle and Natasha smirks at the interaction.

The meeting ended and you make your way to the gym. It didn’t take long for him to follow you with that stupid boy next door smile he always throws at you.

“Hey, so I was wondering if I could tag along with you to-”

Peter was quickly interrupted when you abruptly stop and turn to him with the death glare you always throw at him.

“No, leave me alone. I don’t want to be friends with you or do anything with you.” His jaw slightly drops as you walk away. Steve and Tony silently watched you two through the glass wall in the meeting room with Steve slightly shakes his head at your behavior.

“Your prodigy needs a bit of an attitude adjustment Capt,” Tony said while watching his pupil stand frozen while he stares after you. Steve nods in agreement and follows after you to the gym, and gives Peter a pat on his back while on the way.

You were on the treadmill as a warm-up and your superior steps onto the one beside you. He quickly and easily falls into your pace keeping his head straight and breathing steady.

“Want to tell me what that was all about,” he asked you, and you look at him with confusion.

“Tell you what’s what about,” you questioned. Steve gives you a look, and it dawns on you what he’s talking about. You sigh and roll your eyes at the thought of him.

“It’s nothing. I’d just rather not be around him,” you said to Capt. It was obvious he didn’t like your answer.

“You need to learn to work with him. Avengers work as a team. He’s a good kid and you go to school with him. You guys should be getting along.” His words only make you hate Peter even more. He’s a teacher’s pet and everyone always favor him over you. Even the hero you look up to and recruited you backed him up without asking you why. You stop the treadmill and walk out the gym in annoyance with Steve at lost of what to do to help you.

You’re annoyed at how he tries to put on this awkward teenage persona. You’re annoyed at how the other Avengers are so quick to defend him. You’re annoyed at his stupid spider powers and suit.

You sit in the living room of the Avenger’s headquarters thinking about what Steve said when he pops up and invites himself on the couch you’re sitting on.

“Did I do something wrong to you?” Peter asked while afraid of what you could do to him. He knew what you were capable of, and it made sense of why Capt would want you on the team. Everything you did came effortlessly to you. That’s what Peter admired most. You were skilled in everything you do, and it drew him to you so much that he’d send sneaky glances your way whenever he gets the chance. It broke him every time you shoot him down without a care of what he felt.

“Yeah, you’re breathing in my presence,” you answered coldly. You hear his breathing quickens, and you stand up to walk away before he quickly grabs your wrists with a strength you didn’t even know he has.

“You need to stop treating me like this,” he said with a bit of anger in his voice. His tone in his voice surprised you, and you try to shake your arms out of his grip. You’ve only seen him smile and be his awkward self, and this is brand new to you. His fist tightens around your wrist as you try to wiggle your hand out of it. You reach down to grab a dagger hidden in your sock, but Peter quickly shoots a web at your hand before you can bring the dagger down onto his hand.

You fall back from the force of the web sticking your hand onto the wall behind you before he shoots another one at your other hand. You felt stupid because this caught you by surprise and now you’re stuck to the wall as he approaches you with a scowl.

“Let me go Parker.”

“Not until you tell me what’s your problem.”

It was clear you weren’t gonna get out of this anytime soon so you huff and glare at him.

“Everything about you is annoying. The way you have everyone fawn over you or how you’re playing up this clueless persona when in reality you know what you’re doing,” you said through clenched teeth. You felt helpless, and you hated it. This is the first time you felt like you couldn’t help yourself, and it was all from the person that annoyed you the most.

Peter shook his head at you.

“You’re the one everyone’s fawning over. You don’t know how others talk about you as if you’re perfect. I mean, you are but it’s not me they’re talking about,” he said while avoiding your eyes. You furrow your brows while noticing the change in his demeanor. The angry spider is suddenly shy after realizing what he just said.

“You think I’m perfect?” you asked with a surprise laced in your voice. Peter walks up to you and kisses you, before pulling away with wide eyes.

“Don’t kill me.”

He runs away, and you yell his name as you try your hardest to wiggle your hands out of the web. It took a few hours before Bruce finds you stuck to the wall with a cup of tea in his hands.

“Uhh… Did I interrupt something?” he asked knowing who’s the reason you’re stuck to the wall. Your eyes widen at the realization of what this could look like and Tony walks in after him.

“Wow…” Tony said with a small smile and takes slightly nod his head impressed.

Thanos ruined everything, and everyone had a hard time adjusting to what he has done. You haven’t seen him in a while after he left without a word. That’s what hurt you the most. You thought Thor would at least give you the privilege to say goodbye, but you knew he felt ashamed that he couldn’t stop Thanos.

Anger and sadness are what festered in you for years, but it has its benefits like helping you get stronger physically and mentally. Sweat drips down your face as you aggressively hit the punching bag while Natasha stands on the other side holding it in place. She grimaces as your punches get more violent to where she yells your name to get you out of your trance.

“I think you killed it,” Natasha said with a huff examining the damage you made on the bag.

“Sorry...” you said while rubbing your knuckles. Your fingers graze over the gold ring that brought back both painful and happy memories. The sun shines through the open gym reflecting off her red hair and newly dyed blonde tips as she walks to the bench grabbing a cold bottle. She throws a water bottle your way before taking a few gulps herself.

“You know how hard he took it,” she said cautiously knowing it’s a sore subject. You feel yourself getting weak again, but you hold back your tears.

“I just thought I’d see or hear from him after a few weeks but it’s been 5 years Nat… I just need to get over him.” You flash her a fake small smile to reassure her but she still looks at you with concern before you both walk out of the gym.

You felt hope a few weeks later when Scott knocks on the door with an idea that will change everything. When Steve mentioned getting the rest of the Avengers back together, your mind immediately went to Thor and how to find him. The gang look at you when Thor’s name came up, and you look at Steve determined.

“I want to go find him,” you said to Steve as Wanda comfortingly stands beside you as she feels your emotions coming up full force.

“I know you want to, but I think it’s better if you didn’t. I don’t think he’d be ready to see you, and I don’t think you are either,” Steve said but Nat hit his arm with a glare. You shook your head and adamantly stood your ground.

“Capt, I need to do this. I haven’t heard or seen him in years. I’m done waiting and hoping. This is my chance to bring him home.”

Steve reluctantly nods and assigns Bruce and Rocket to accompany you. Bruce smiles at you and pats your back while Rocket playfully hums the wedding march song while making his way towards the ship. You roll your eyes at him and follow along with Bruce by your side.

The wind rushes through your hair as you sit in the back of the trunk with Banner squeezed in beside you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his gigantic body comically put in the back with you.

“I’m glad I can bring some humor into this,” Bruce said with a smile appreciating your laugh after not hearing it for so long. You smile at him and lean your head back to look up at the sky.

“I don’t know if he’s still the same Bruce. What if he doesn’t even want to see me? I feel like I’m setting myself up for disappointment,” you said softly as your anxiety creeps up.

“If there’s anything I know for sure about Thor is that he will never turn you away. I see the way he looks at you. You’re everything to him,” Bruce said watching as you close your eyes.

“I don’t mean that much if he can to ignore me for 5 years,” you said wiping a tear that manages to fall. The sign New Asgard comes into view and you look at Bruce with hope. It wasn’t long for the smell of fish to hit your nose once you hop off the truck, and you wrinkle your nose.

“This place smells amazing,” Rocket exclaimed after a deep inhale while you and Hulk give him a look. He shrugs his shoulders and you three start to walk towards the town as stares come from all over.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Valkyrie yells while walking over with some fishing nets. Bruce’s face lights up as he walks towards her with a giant smile.

“Angry girl, good to see you again,” he said as she gives him a small smile while giving Rocket a confused look. She turns her attention towards you and nods her head towards a house high up on the seaside cliff.

“He has been a wreck without you. He won’t see anyone and only comes out for supplies,” she said with a slight nod towards the kegs of beer sitting in the corner of the dock. You let out a sigh and Bruce gives you a worried look before giving her a thankful smile.

“Thanks for looking out for him. I don’t know how he’d still be here without you,” you said to her. She shrugs her shoulders and looks out into the water.

“I think the only thing keeping him alive right now is you.”

You didn’t know what to say so Bruce helps you out by saying goodbye to her before the three of you make your way up to the house. Rocket bangs on the door, but it opens revealing a dimly lit hallway before yelling out his name. The three of you make your way inside and your heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of your chest. Your breathing quickens as you feel your head spinning, and Bruce quickly notices before turning around and placing both of his hands on your shoulders.

“Calm down, you can do this remember? Just breathe.”

You take deep breaths as Rocket looks at you with concern and his voice suddenly comes up.

“Are you here for the cable? It’s been out for two weeks,” Thor said while grabbing a beer and popping it open. Bruce turns to him and shock is written on his face as he notices how much Thor has physically changed. Thor freezes up when he notice it was Bruce and Rocket before a big grin breaks out.

“BOYS!! Oh my god,” he yells out with a chuckle before hugging Bruce and riling Rocket’s fur despite his disapproval. Thor goes on and on about how much he misses them and gulps down his beer not noticing you. You slowly walk from behind Bruce’s big frame, and Thor’s smile suddenly drops as he looks at you wide-eyed. You both stared at each other not knowing what to say before Rocket clears his throat.

You look away as Thor’s stare becomes too intense, and he suddenly takes a step towards you. You watched him slowly walk up to you before he reaches up to touch your face with his thumb gently grazing your cheek.

“It’s really you,” he whispers to himself and you can smell the strong alcoholic drink in his breath. You hug him and he wraps his arm around you tightly as if he’s still making sure that you’re standing in front of him. You didn’t notice but you two are the only ones in the room after Thor let go of you. You silently thank the others for giving you two the much-needed privacy before thinking of a way to get Thor to come back home.

“There’s a chance we can fix what Thanos did,” you said calmly knowing that Thanos is a triggering subject to him. Thor grimaces at the sound of his name before taking a swig from the bottle and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Forget all of that. You can stay here with me now. We got cable… well, that’s in the works. We have beers.” Thor said with slurred words. You grab his hand and look into his eyes.

“It’s okay to be scared, and I’ll be right there with you. Help me fix this.” You can see a rush of different emotions run in his eyes. He shakes his head and walks away from you.

“There isn’t a way. I killed him, and it didn’t help one bit. We should just accept there isn’t a way to solve this,” he said as he walks towards the window and looks out to see the waves crash onto the shoreline. You walk over to him and grab a hold of his hand again.

His eyes light up when he sees it.

“You still have it?” He touches the gold ring he made for you in Asgard. You slightly nod as your face turns a light shade of red and you can tell he’s over the moon.

“There’s still hope. Scott found a way to get back the infinity stones, and we can undo this big mess.”

Thor’s stare was a bit intimidating, but you knew he was starting the feel the hope you felt when you heard about the plan. You gently take the beer from his hand and hold both of his hands in yours squeezing it.

“Help me. Come back home with me and help me fix this.”

He finally nods at you and places his hands on both sides of your face before giving you a deep kiss. You can’t help but kiss him back as the familiar feeling warms you all over.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that for too long,” Thor said gruffly. You smile and toss him his shirt you found lying on the couch.

“Let’s go, big guy,” you said lightly smacking his newly formed tummy. He lets out a deep chuckle and embarrassingly put his shirt on.

“It seems as though I have a lot of work to do,” he said but you grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

“We both have a lot to do,” you said while opening the door to see the others fall onto the floor as they were eavesdropping on your conversation. You glare at them, but Bruce smile at the sight of you two holding hands.

Rocket gets up and quickly dusted himself off before leading the way back to the truck.

“Lets hit the road people.”

“What. Is. This.” Derek stated while glaring at the children running around your apartment. You smacked his arm and pull him to the corner where he scowls at you with his arms crossed.

“I promised my friend I’d babysit her children so she can go out on a date tonight,” you said to him while keeping an eye on the 3 kids running in circles around the Christmas tree with toys in their hands.

“This is OUR date night,” Derek said in retaliation. You give him your puppy dog eyes, and his face softens a bit. He rubs his hand over his face in frustration before letting out a deep sigh and turns around to look at the kids.

They stop running when they realize the two of you are looking at them and one of the boys show a toothy grin.

“Is that your boyfriend uncle (y/n)?” You nod with a big smile and take Derek’s hand before leading him to them. The kids immediately run up to him before Derek crouches down and gives them a small smile. The four of them starts a playful conversation, and you took the opportunity to straighten the place out as they’re occupied.

The rest of the night consisted of them climbing all over Derek using him as a human tree, and you took Polaroids of his annoyed face.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you mouths at him.

“You better,” he mouths back as the boys scream when Derek swings his arms while they hold on.

Eventually, it was time to pick out the movies. All three excitedly pick out the Christmas, while you watch them talk to each other about the best one. After a few minutes, they present you with Home Alone, and you proudly smile at them before ruffling each of their heads.

You and Derek watch the movie intently before hearing a soft snore in between you two. You check on the other kids, and you to carefully pick up the girl into your arms as you stand. You silently laugh as Derek tries to pry open the fingers from his body before carrying both boys into your bedroom.

After gently laying all three kids into the bed, you plop onto the couch out of exhaustion and Derek follows with his head landing on your lap with a sigh.

“You’re so good with the kids,” you said while scratching his beard. Derek lets out a content sigh looking noticeably relaxed while you massage his beard.

“I only did it for you,” he said with his eyes closed and you look down at him with a smirk.

“Maybe we should get some pups of our own,” you said teasingly knowing Derek would disapprove of the idea.

Derek’s eyes pop open, and he looks up at you with raised eyebrows.

“Maybe we should have our own pups,” he said in confirmation as you choke on the water you were sipping. He laughs at your reaction before reaching up to pat you on your back.

“Wait, what?” you said wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your sweater, and stare at your boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows.

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” He shrugs his shoulders and leans into your hand while you gently run your fingers through his beard.

The puppy barks as you snuggle into its furriness, and you immediately look at the shelter employee.

“This is the one,” you said before a beaming smile lights up her face.

“I’ll get the papers ready for you,” she said walking away. The baby black Newfoundland licks at your face while trying to jump onto you as you crouch down to play with him. After signing the papers, you’re now a parent of a bundle of adorable fluffiness. You sit him in the passenger seat while he eagerly wags his tail and observes his new surroundings with his tongue sticking out.

Lydia’s face pops up on your phone screen, and you answer it just as you’re pulling out of the parking lot of the animal shelter.

“Hey Lyds,” you said making your way to your house to add some finishing touches.

“Did you get the dog because he’s calling me freaking out,” she said, and the loud bark heard from the passenger seat made you giggle as he watches the streetlights and cars fly by.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she responds.

The conversation went on for a few minutes with her updating you on Stiles while she switches back between you and Stiles, and how he’s freaking out thinking something happened to you.

“Just calm him down and I’ll be there in a few,” you said to her before ending the call. A text from Stiles pops up right after the phone call putting a smile on your face.

“Just making sure you’re okay. Love you.”

You put the phone down not wanting to text and drive before the puppy hops onto your lap to stare out of the driver side window. You give him a kiss on the head already falling in love with him.

The bow fits perfect around his neck, and he almost seems like he’s showing it off by the way he’s walking around. You scoop the heavy puppy into your arms and zoom to the Stilinski house. You quietly sneak around to the back shushing the puppy to keep him from barking. Using the key that Stiles gave you, you quietly sneak into his house and make your way upstairs towards the bedroom.

You silently open the door and see Stiles lying on the bed with his eyes closed listening to music while taking deep breaths. The puppy hops out of your arms and he excitedly jumps onto Stiles stomach making him scream and flail in the bed. You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics before watching Stiles peer over the bed at the puppy who’s now tilting his head watching Stiles as well.

“Merry Christmas!” you shouted as Stiles mouth hangs open gaping at you.

“Thank you, babe,” he said before staring at the puppy while it comfortable curls up in his bed to stare at the two of you. You lay on your stomach on his bed while he pulls himself off the floor to join you.

“I know things haven’t been easy around here with all the new supernatural things going on, but I want you to have someone there for you when I can’t be when things get too much,” you finish while watching the puppy curl up on Stiles lap. He pats the space beside him, and you sit there with your head on his shoulder.

He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles before turning his head and kisses your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispers trying to hold his breath steady as his anxiety attacks are always a triggering topic. You notice his hand starting to shake, and you squeeze his hand before resting your chin on his shoulder and give him a kiss on the lips.

“I love you, Stiles,” you said and you can see the smile forming before he gives you multiple tiny kisses.

It was the middle of the night when Jeremy rhythmically knocks on your window waking you out of your slumber. You groggily get out of bed and unlock your window for your boyfriend to slide in while you’re rubbing your eyes trying to wake up.

“Hey, you” Jeremy whispers before giving you a small kiss. You yawn and look at him in a sleepy haze.

“What’s up? Did something happen?” you asked him. He shakes his head and looks at your attire with a smile.

“So that’s where my hoodie went,” he said. You immediately perk up and embarrassingly cross your arms.

“You left it at my house so I decided to wear it,” you said trying not to sound awkward. He softly laughs and nods his head in approval.

“You look good in it,” he said before throwing himself in your warm bed. You slowly follow after him and lay down beside him before he wraps his arms and legs around your body.

“I came over here to ask if you wanted to make some s’mores,” he said, and you grab your phone to look at the time.

“At two in the morning? Really?” you questioned. He shrugs his shoulders and purposely gives you his puppy dog eyes. You roll your eyes and give in as he tightly squeezes your body, before pulling you off the bed.

“Let’s head on out then,” he said opening the window again. The cold air makes you shiver, and you pull Jer’s hoodie closer to your body as he hops out of your window with ease. You shake your head and peer down at your boyfriend who’s looking up at your window in anticipation.

This situation has become second nature to you as you’ve done this multiple times to sneak out with him. You take a deep breath and maneuver your body by sitting on the window’s ledge, before closing your eyes and jump. He easily catches you in his arms.

The two of you run down the street goofing around before getting to an empty local grocery store. You spent the time sitting in the shopping cart as Jer rapidly push you down the aisles with nothing but your laughs fills the empty store.

Eventually, you two are sitting in front of the fireplace with an oversized blanket covering the both of you. You both hold a stick with a big marshmallow at the end carefully twirling it around the fire to avoid it getting burned.

“Jer, what’s on your mind tonight?” you questioned him, and look of hurt flashes across his face. You can read him easily especially after being his boyfriend for years. It’s a weird thing where you can tell something was bothering him without him even saying anything.

“You,” he said simply while keeping one of his arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close.

“No, I mean what’s really on your mind?” you asked. You watch Jer put together his s’more after his marshmallow was done, and takes a bite before holding it out to you for you to bite. You take a small bite out of it and nod in approval before watching your own marshmallow.

“Elena’s going to spend this Christmas with Stefan,” he said softly before taking another bite of his s’more. You knew he was trying to act tough and not bothered but you knew better than to believe the act.

“You got me,” you replied while taking a bite of your marshmallow that’s still on the stick. He watches you with a grin and takes a big chunk of your marshmallow as you open your mouth in shock.

“I take that back, you’re spending Christmas alone this year,” you said before he wraps both of his arms around you tightly.

“Nah, you’re stuck here with me,” he said while kissing you all over your face. Your back his the floor as you wrestle with him to get the upper hand. It ended with you straddling him while sitting on his stomach, with Jeremy on his back panting.

“Wow, the almighty vampire hunter can’t win against a human?” you questioned while looking down at him. He takes a pillow on the floor and gently smacks your head with it.

“Jerk,” he simply replies before staring at you with eyes filled with love you hope will never disappear.

“Thank you so much,” Allison said before hugging Erica with a beaming smile. A new bow with a matching set of arrows sits in Allison’s lap. Stiles grabs it off her lap and looks at it curiously while Derek growls in warning as Stiles lifts it in attempt to shoot an arrow.

“That’s not a toy,” Derek said before snatching it from him and hands it back to Allison. Stiles mouth falls open, and he mumbles curses while leaning back against the couch. Scott shakes his head at his best friend, before turning to you. 

“Looks like you got the last one,” Scott said. You stand up and set the gift on Isaac’s lap, and surprise lit his eyes.

“You got me for Secret Santa?” he questioned. You nod and nervously sat back down on the floor beside Boyd watching him intensely. 

“I hope you like it.” Isaac sends you a small smile, and you notice Lydia nudge Allison out of the corner of your eyes. The two girls were trying to set you and Isaac up all year, but nothing has work purely because of Isaac’s insecurities. You give both of them a look, and they immediately stop their silent giggling before Isaac rips apart the wrapping paper. Inside are neatly placed shoes with a brand new lacrosse stick.

He walks over and gives you a bone-crushing hug. 

“Thank you,” he whispers into your ear. You hug him back feeling like you’re on cloud nine, and someone clears their throat after realizing you two weren’t going to let go.

“Guys?”

You two separate with red faces, and the night went on with music playing with the gang making gingerbread houses. Everyone seems to be having a good time especially after Erica pulls out the rum to spike the eggnog. After an hour, you notice Isaac nod his head at the back door and you two sneak out of the party and sit side by side beside Lydia’s pool. You dip your legs in with Isaac doing the same and turn your attention towards him. 

“How do you like the party so far?” you asked him. He shrugs his shoulders and swings his leg inside the pool. 

“Do you like your gift?” You nod your head and silently thanked Lydia for the brand new laptop she gave you.

“I have a question,” you said softly and Isaac stares at you in nervous anticipation.

“How come you never gave us a chance?” you asked. The question caught him off guard, and he goes red trying to think of an answer.

“I didn’t think we would work out.” Your shoulders drop while Isaac looks into the pool.

“Why would you think that?” Isaac gives you a deadpan look, and you give him the same look.

“You’re friends with Lydia, Allison, and Jackson. You’re on the top chain. I’m at the bottom. I just didn’t think you’d even want to try.”

You smack the side of his head, and he groans in pain while rubbing the spot. 

“What was that for?” he asked while looking at you with confusion. 

“For being stupid,” you said while crossing your arms. 

“Don’t forget that I’m still a werewolf,” he said pointing a finger at you with his other hand still rubbing the spot you slapped him.

“That means nothing to me. We’re in the same pack. You should know me by now,” you said to him. He huffs and playfully kicks your ankle.

“Fine, how about we go out tomorrow night. Around 7?” he asked. 

“Sounds perfect,” you said before pushing him into the pool. You laugh at him while he stands in the pool, before grabbing your ankles and pull you in.

The gang stands by the window watching you two and Stiles and Scott’s mouth hangs open at the realization. 

“Isaac like guys?!” they both shouted together, and look at the girls. Lydia rolls her eyes at them and walks away with Allison dragging her boyfriend, Scott, with her who’s still in shock. Erica closes Stiles mouth and pats his cheek before walking away with Boyd.

“Come on,” you shouted.

Everything was too loud, and Thor was trying to keep up. You held onto his hand tightly as you two squeeze through the crowd trying to find a good spot. The city was freezing in the morning, but the cold helps with Thor’s disguise. Sure the towering man stood out, but no one would think it was an Avenger under the shades and layers of hoodies.

He squeezes your hand to let you know he’s keeping up with you, and eventually, you push your way to the very front with him closely behind. You placed your gloved hands on the railing, and Thor stands behind you with confusion on his face.

“What’s happening,” Thor shouts over the loud crowd. You look up and try your best to get him to understand.

“It’s the annual Christmas parade!”

Thor furrows in eyes at you, and you laugh at his confused expression.

“Don’t think about it, just enjoy it!” Thor nods and the crowd goes wild when the first float rolls up the street with a giant snowman on top adorned with multiple lights and snow. The parade went well with Thor being amazed by the amazingly decorated float along with intercepting a lot of gifts being thrown before giving them to you.

Eventually, the crowd dispersed when it ended, and you find a café to sit down with him.

“So what do you think,” you asked him while taking a sip of your hot drink. He grins and gulps his coffee down before answering you.

“I like it. I’ve never seen something like that before,” he said. You shake your head at him and slide your drink across the table towards him before he downs your drink as well.

“Thanks for catching all of these by the way. Don’t know how we’re gonna get those home though,” you said gesturing to the pile of knick-knacks from the parade.

“I’ll carry them for you,” he said with a smile. You lean over the table and give him a kiss while he gently cups your face not wanting to let go. You sit back in your seat with your nose still red from standing outside for so long.

Thor laughs at you and snaps a picture of you with your bright red nose.

“I see you’re getting the hang of it,” you said proudly. It was hard to forget the long late nights of you and Thor cuddling in bed while you teach him how to use an iPhone. “It’s a weird thing to have,” he commented putting the phone into his pocket. “It’s efficient. You can call or text me whenever you need me with it,” you said. Thor didn’t seem to care for it and stands up before holding out his hand for you.

“Come, you might get sick from the cold.”

You had to admit that having a boyfriend in the Avengers had it perks like calling a driver to take you anywhere you want to go. The tower was in full swing with the members all in the living room hanging out and cooking lunch.

“These are so cute,” Wanda said running up to you to grab a tiny bear from Thor’s arms. You smile at her and told her to keep it before Quicksilver races up to you with a look of betrayal.

“You said you were going to take me,” he said. Thor places the knick-knacks on the table before throwing his arm around your shoulder while looking down at him.

“I’m sorry Quick. I completely forgot,” you said apologetically.

“I’ll take you next year speedy. The couple needed their alone time,” Sam shouts from the couch as he plays against Tony and Clint who are both looking very frustrated. Wanda places her hand on her brother’s shoulder, and lead him away from you two before sending a wink to both of you.

You and Thor make it up to the shared bedroom before you drop onto the bed exhausted.

“He has a crush on you,” Thor commented while taking off his jacket. You shrug your shoulders and sit up to look.

“Jealous?” Thor scoffs but it was obvious and you walk up to him before placing a big kiss on his lips.

“Are you sure we should drive in this weather,” you asked while adjusting the scarf around your neck. You look up at the sky in worry as the thick snow falls down. Sam puts his arm around your shoulder and looks up at the sky too before shrugging his shoulders.

“We’ll be fine. The bunker isn’t too far from where we are,” Sam responded before opening the passenger side for you to get in. The two of you start the six-hour drive back to the bunker, and nothing but thick snow covered the vision of the road.

“Sam, I have a bad feeling about this, we can’t even see the road properly.”

He squeezes your thigh out of comfort and slows down as a snowstorm starts coming in.

“Shit... you’re right,” Sam said with regret. He slows down even further before the Impala starts making a noise, and he quickly pulls over to the side of the road right before the engine shuts off.

“Oh no, this can’t be happening,” you said while sitting up to observe what’s happening. He tries to start the car and nothing happens before he gives up. You both can hear the wind picking up, and snow starts to pound against the car.

“We’re gonna be fine. Let’s just call Dean to see if he can get us.”

The hope you felt quickly drained when you see your phone not picking up any service, and the look on Sam’s face tells you the same.

“Great, we’re stuck in an old car with no heater in the middle of a snowstorm,” you said dejectedly before leaning your head against the window. The coldness crept its way into the car as you pull your coat and scarf closer to your body. Sam noticing your bad mood pulls you towards him.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you,” he said while wrapping his arms around your body with his chest pressed up against your back. His body heat and coat make you snuggle closer to him, and you let out a sigh.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I have you here. We’ll just have to wait it out,” you said blowing hot air onto your hands to warm them. Sam lays his chin on your shoulder, and absentmindedly rub circles into your legs as the snow slowly builds up around the car.

“Dean will be pissed at us,” Sam said softly thinking about how Dean will attack him once they get back. You shrug your shoulders and place your hands on Sam’s hands rubbing his hand with the pad of your thumbs.

“He’ll deal,” you said not giving a fuck about his upcoming attitude. Sam laughs behind you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“He definitely won’t like us having a chick flick moment in his car either,” Sam said as his breath tickles your ear. You smirked and turn your head to look at him.

“I know that look whenever you’re going to do something you’re not supposed to,” Sam muttered. You raise your eyebrows and nod your head towards the backseat, and Sam’s face immediately gets red.

“He’ll kill us.”

“Oh come on. It’s proven to be the best way to stay warm in these situations,” you responded while rubbing Sam’s arms. You can see Sam giving into the idea, and he climbs over the seat and into the back. You quickly follow after him, and the kiss turned heated as Sam took control over you.

After a few hours, you two laid in the backseat sweaty and panting with Sam holding you close with nothing but his jacket covering you both.

Klaus always had an elegant and timeless way about him. Especially when it comes to the arts. You were curious about it, which is why you’re currently sitting on a stool with a canvas mostly finished in front of you. You look across from you to see Klaus painting with his canvas in content.

“I’m not as good as you so don’t laugh when I’m done,” you said while dipping your brush into different colors. Klaus looks over his easel and smirks at you.

“I’m sure yours look quite nice so far,” Klaus said while painting a series of lines with vibrant colors. He turns his attention back towards his painting, and it was a comfortable silence.

“I think you’ve changed a lot this year,” you said suddenly and it sparked a curiosity in the hybrid. He momentarily glances at you, and continue to paint with his ears now focus on you.

“What do you mean?” The huff in his voice was evident, and you carefully pick out the next few words in your head.

“You’ve become more sympathetic of other’s feelings,” you said. Klaus shakes his head and puts his brush down before standing behind you to admire what you’ve done so far.

“Well don’t be fooled, love. I’m still the devil in disguise,” he whispers into your ear. You roll your eyes at his dramatics and glance over at what you’ve done so far. Your painting shows a snowy street in the quarter with lights lining the balcony of the buildings.

“Can you help me with this part,” you questioned him while pointing to the lights on the canvas. Klaus takes your hand in his with the brush pointed towards the canvas, before guiding your hands with him standing close behind you.

“It’s exhausting to watch the two of you dance around each other,” Kol said suddenly from the doorway. You two didn’t even notice the door open, as you were both getting lost in each other’s presence.

“You know if the daggers weren’t missing I would put one in your heart right now,” Klaus said calmly like Kol just chuckles at his threat.

“Again with the dagger threats? Don’t you have any other tricks?” Kol mockingly smirks at his brother and vamp speed his way downstairs right as Klaus picked up his wooden paintbrush.

“You two are always bickering,” you stated while finishing up your painting before setting the used brush into a cup of water.

“If he wasn’t such an idiot then we wouldn’t be,” Klaus said setting his brush down to admire your work. “It’s beautiful,” he continues soaking in the intense details you painted.

“I know it never snows here in New Orleans, but this is how I would picture it,” you said while you watch Klaus’s eyes wander the canvas.

“Show me what you’ve painted,” you said with a smile.

“Close your eyes first. It’s a surprise.”

You close your eyes, and you can hear an easel being placed in front of you. It was rare for Klaus to show his unfinished work to anyone, but you weren’t just anyone to him. The thought always makes you tingly, but neither of you chooses to admit anything for fear of ruining what you two currently have.

“Open them.”

You open your eyes to see Klaus painted a portrait of you holding Hope with a Christmas sweater on and a large Christmas tree lit in the background. Your mouth drops open, and you look at him with shock.

“This is amazing. Are you sure you’re not done,” you questioned him as you stand in front of the painting to get a closer look.

“I’m not quite done with it, but you get the picture,” he says with his eyes locked on your face while feeling pleased with your reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” you said and Klaus felt nothing but happiness from your approval.

“We should have a little appetizer before the main course,” Venom whispered to Eddie. He shook his head and tries to tune out the blaring Christmas music from across the hall, but found it impossible as the song continues to go on.

“We’re not eating people for playing Christmas music,” Eddie said. It was a daily occurrence of Venom trying to coax Eddie into unleashing him on every minor inconvenience.

“Why not? He’s always playing that stupid guitar. We can finally get rid of him,” Venom hisses.

Eddie put his hands on his ears to block out Venom but fails, as his agitation only got worse. He marches to his door and opens it, before banging on the neighbor’s door across the hall. The music abruptly stops, and you open the door curiously looking at Eddie.

“What,” Venom stated flatly not expecting to see you.

You take in his appearance of disheveled hair with his slightly damped hoodie before opening the door a bit wider seeing he was no threat. He stood in the hallway staring at you with his mouth slightly open before you push his chin up to close his mouth and lean against the doorframe.

“Can I help you,” you asked. Eddie slightly shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck trying to form words in his mouth.

“I uh… I was just wondering...,” Eddie trails off before you confusingly stare at him.

“We should invite him in. He looks like he’d be a nice dessert.”

Eddie clears his throat and silently tells Venom to shut up before giving you a small smile.

“Your music was a bit too loud, and I didn’t realize I have a new neighbor,” Eddie says while you stand up straight clearly embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize the music could be heard through the walls. I just moved in a few hours ago,” you said.

“Would you like to come in,” you asked and Eddie’s face lit up before nodding.

“Uh, sure. Let me just…” Eddie responded while closing his door and entering yours after you let him in. Boxes and suitcases littered the room, and you apologize about the mess while moving it around to make room for the couch. Eddie looks around at the various Christmas lights hung around the room, and slightly smiles at the sight of a small Christmas tree tucked into a corner.

“Would you like some hot chocolate,” you asked while making your way to the kitchen.

“Hot chocolate?!”

“Venom sto-“ Eddie’s voice was quickly cut as Venom morphed out and made his way to your kitchen while you scream and back into a corner of the room. Venom quickly pours your mug into his mouth before throwing the whole bottle of chocolate syrup into his mouth as well.

You sat in the corner with wide eyes watching him eat all the chocolate before Venom turns his attention towards you.

“That was delicious,” Venom said while licking his lips with a grin before morphing back into Eddie. He puts his hands up and slowly walks towards you as you sat there trying to understand what you just saw.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Eddie said before kneeling in front of you and holds out his hand. You hesitantly took it and you two lift each other up before an awkward silence fills the room again.

“What was that,” you questioned.

Eddie walks you to the couch and spends the night telling you about how Venom came into his life. You curled up and silently listen to every detail. You notice how Eddie would sometimes stop mid-sentence before continuing his story and your mind wandered to the thing you saw attacked your kitchen.

“The power, it’s not completely awful,” he finishes and stares at you to see your reaction. He expected you to call the police, but you just sit up and nod.

“That explains the silent breaks. It speaks to you a lot,” you said now curious about Venom. Your fear slightly went away as you realize it didn’t want to hurt you.

It was a normal night as you sit curled up on the couch sipping on your hot drink. The warm mug warms your hands while you’re watching TV. Your phone lights up beside you, and you look at the text.

“If your left leg is Thanksgiving and your right leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?”

Wade’s text made you smile at his childishness, and you replied with the middle finger emoji. Your phone suddenly rings, and you see your close friend calling before picking up.

“Hey, what’s up?”

You can hear the sound of honking and yelling on the other side of the phone before your friend replies.

“I’m just out Christmas shopping, wanted to see if you would join me,” they said. You were too comfortable and pulled the blanket closer to your body.

“Nah, I’m already in for the night.”

“Boo, you whore,” they said. You laugh and look out the window of your apartment to see snow falling down. You definitely didn’t want to go out in that weather.

“I guess I’m a whore then cause I’m not leaving,” you said. Your friend sighs and the background noise fades out as you hear them more clearly.

“Well is there anything you’d like for Christmas. Maybe something on your wish list,” they question while going through the racks of clothes in the store. Your mind wanders to Wade, and you try to push it out of your mind as you stir your drink in your hands.

“Not really. My wish list is empty.” The lie was evident in your voice as your friend calls bullshit before teasingly bringing him up.

“Really? Not even knowing certain hero that terrorizes the city?”

“I told you that out of comfort, not so you can tease me about it,” you replied. Their laugh was evident, and you roll your eyes at him while blushing. You were so in your thoughts and conversation that you didn’t feel Wade standing behind you in his suit with an arm full tacos after sneaking in through your bedroom window.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny. Why doesn’t he show you who he is again?” You didn’t know, and he didn’t want to tell you. Wade is someone who never takes life seriously. He’s constantly flirting and touching you, so it surprised you when he almost hopped out the window when you reached out to touch his mask.

“I don’t know… I guess he’s insecure?” Wade almost snorted but shut his mouth as he pulls out his gun that was wedged in between his ass before sitting down on the kitchen stool with his legs up on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t see why. His ass looks so good in that suit and that bulge,” your friend continues. Wade crosses his arm across his chest almost proudly, and you clear your throat to stop them.

“Should I get you a big glass of shut the fuck up to quench your thirsty ass,” you questioned. Wade almost falls off the stool from your response, and your friend laughs at you.

“I knew it! I knew you have feelings for him. But I get it, I’ll back off before your protective ass kills me for even thinking about him,” your friend says.

“But in all seriousness, you need to know who he is behind the mask. He’s always running to you broken and bloody for you to fix, and he doesn’t even let you know the man under the mask.”

Your mind starts to wonder about the times he would abruptly slide in through your window a mess during the ungodly hours of the night.

“I guess I’d like to know who he is for Christmas,” you said quietly. Wade slowly sits up from the stool and quietly leaves your apartment with a pile of tacos on the counter. Not before grabbing a few for himself.

The next few days were a blur after the night you found the tacos on the counter. You were anxious after knowing he heard your conversation with your friend. It was radio silent from Wade, and you know you messed up. However, a loud thud was heard in your bedroom. You knew it was Wade, and you immediately swing the bedroom door open to see Wade with his head in a box wrapped up in Christmas paper with a red bow.

“You ass,” you shouted at him.

“No. It’s Captain Deadpool,” he shouted back with his voice muffled. You crossed your arms and stare at him while he stands beside your bed in silence.

“No, just… just Dead pool,” he said softly before opening up his arms for a hug. You turn away and walk towards the kitchen while he drops his arms and follows you before closing the window.

“Take the box off your head, Wade. I know you heard my conversation,” you said shutting the stove off and lean against the counter to watch him.

“I know, I know. It’s not cool to eavesdrop but you were talking about my glorious ass and I couldn’t resist,” he replies. You let out a sigh turn away from him before he grabs your arm.

“Okay, I heard what you want this year and I’m ready to fulfill it,” he said while gesturing to the box on his head. You raise your eyebrows in surprise and reach up to undo the bow before he grabs your wrist.

“Just promise me you won’t go running out the building screaming after looking at this face,” he says. You confusingly nod and feel your heart beating faster as you reach up toward the bow.

You undo it and remove the box only to see his Deadpool mask on. You shake your head at him, as he doubles over in laughter before standing up straight.

“Okay, you can do it now,” Wade says as you grab the end of his mask and slowly pulls it up. You watch as his eyes look at anything but you, and you put your hands on his cheeks to make sure he looks at you.

“This was all you’re afraid of?”

A smile broke out onto his face, and you watch as Wade reach behind him and pulls out a mistletoe before putting it on your fridge with a magnet.

“Where were you hiding that,” you asked even more confused while trying to look behind him.

“Nowhere,” he replied before trying to discreetly scratch his ass. He pulls you on to him and you wrap your arms around his waist while his hands hold you up by your ass.