#parker walked into being in love with them because it took her a long time to trust and get there

[dwindlinghaze]

reader pretending she (or they) doesn’t love peter back when he confesses because she is scared to lose him as a friend if they break up so after some angst and pining and avoiding feelings they end up together? ty!

main thing

(peter parker x reader)

summary : you're scared of losing peter as a friend by being more than friends with him.

contents : fluff, small angst ig, she they pronouns used!!! kind of short and rushed im so sorry but i love this concept a lot so thank you anon !!! 🫧🫧

a/n : im back!!!!! im really sorry if my writting is messy and stuff cuz i haven't been writing fics for months noww,, anyway i hope u like it 🫧☃️☁️ and a little rant here um i have this exact situation with a girl- i like her a lot and i knew she liked me back but i also happened to know that if we were to be together it will not last very long so we just ignore whatever is there between us. but don't worry lovelies r and peter's ending won't be like mine <3

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the hallway between classes were so full. crowded by students walking in eight cardinal directions. your head felt dizzy, it's like you're seeing everything underwater. your steps came to a halt when you were met with a row of lockers. palm against the cold metal as you gain back your stability.

peter must've seen you from the other side of the hall. frowning as he took in your state.

he walked over to you, cautiously. "you okay?"

you looked up to meet his eyes, immediately closing them back when the ceiling light hit your vision. "not feeling well."

peter placed his left palm over your cheek, rubbing them softly to soothe you. he didn't know if it helped but he smiled nevertheless when you nuzzled your face further into his hand.

you wanted peter to give you a hug, maybe his shoulder can be a good resting spot for your heavy head and his warmth can relax your muscles.

and of course. peter did. without you even asking.

"wanna go to the infirmary?" he asked softly, rubbing the side of your head as you completely lose all energy, so now he's the one that held you standing.

"mmh," you replied, not having the energy to form real words.

"alright then let's go," peter started to pull away but stopped midway when he felt you struggling.

"pete, i'm sorry i can't, i have to lay down," you whispered. so soft and low. if he weren't that close to you, he wouldn't hear it.

"that's alright, just slow steps," he encouraged.

he missed his class but he didn't care. he just wanted to be there with you. showing his affection because of his new slash old found love he has for you.

your migraine has not subsided at all the following day. you decided, for good, to skip class. there's no point in going to school when you're sick anyway right? you'll have ended up in a worse condition by the end of the day.

peter was searching for you left and right, he knew you were sick and he is worried sick about your whereabouts. he called you several times already but you never picked up.

when school finally finished, which for him was the longest six hours of his life, he immediately went to your house.

your mother was the one greeting him, saying that you're resting in the comfort of your bed. he went upstairs, after getting your mom's permission, and knocked on your door softly. "hey, it's me peter, can i come in?"

you gave him a very soft hum, thanks to his advanced hearing he can hear you just well.

you were lying on your bed, covered in tons of blankets. peter felt warmth rushing through his chest, seeing you like this. he approached you slowly and kneeled beside your bed.

"how are you feeling?" he asked ever so gently, hand on your shoulder with the blanket in between.

you peeked an eye open, your room was dimly lit, only your vanity lights were on. "better than yesterday," you answered, pushing yourself up slowly. "the migraine is not as bad as yesterday, my head is hurting- just a little."

"oh okay," peter replied. "do you need anything? i can bring you food or drink or water? do you need painkillers?"

you smiled, reaching for his hand, "i'm fine pete, just cold. can you turn up the ac please?"

peter did just that, jumping to his feet to take the remote.

after that you fell into a deep sleep again. peter was there the whole time. he was thinking about... stuff. stuff he wants to tell you.

he sat on your bed right beside your blanketed legs, his hands over them. he looked at you, your sleepy face, perfect hair, soft cheeks. you are his friend. best friend in the whole world. no one understands him like you did. just a few months ago he realised that his feelings may have grown.

it's not just a friendship kind of love but a lover kind of love.

he recalled the amount of time he had cried on your arms. laughed together with you. talk about embarrassing things he had done and had regretted. nobody knows him like you do. and peter would not let anybody know him like you do.

you're the only person that he can be vulnerable with. the only one that he can just be himself even if it's not the best. the only one he trusts.

"what are you thinking over there?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. he gave you a smile and you gave peter space for him to lie down.

"just thinking about thoughts... ?" peter answered but it's more like a question.

"thoughts about?"

"nothing."

"you know you can always tell me anything right? no matter what it is," you assured the boy.

"yeah..."

"so...?"

"you're sick right now, you should be resting," he said instead.

you sat up, stretching your muscles as you scrunched up your face. "i feel a whole lot better now... hey do you want some meal and we'll talk about whatever you are thinking about? cause by the look of your face, it's something that has been bothering you hm?."

peter thought about it for a while, but he really didn't have to. it was about time for him to tell you how he feels. he just hoped that you feel the same way.

your mom brought the two of you dinner to your room, you thanked her before she left and urged peter to eat. "pete?"

"yeah," he cleared his throat, "um i don't really know how to start this."

"it's okay, you can take as much time as you want, i'll be here," you said as you take a spoonful of the dinner.

that's also another thing about you that made his feelings even more clear. you never pushed him. always waiting for him to be ready.

"i like someone," he started. you stopped what you were doing and turn your focus fully on him. your heart felt like it has been crushed. "i know we never talk about y'know- this kind of stuff together but the thing is, i like her so much maybe i even love her, i don't know yet though cause i don't really know how love feels- but i sure do like her a lot."

"and does she know this?"

"no... but she knows now" peter answered, hoping that you'd get what he meant.

"what do you mean?"

peter sighed looking down at his lap, "well she's my best friend. my only friend actually. i really really want to be more than friends with them because she is everything to me. i smile every morning because i know i will see them later that day. i spent most of my time thinking about the two of us together. and you know just how worried i was when they didn't go to school because she was sick."

"peter-" you warned him.

"y/n, listen to me-"

"peter please don't," you whispered. you thought you would be jumping and giggling if peter ever confessed to you but instead it's the complete opposite. you don't want this. you can't have this no matter how much of you wanted him.

peter's eyes were brimming with emotion, shiny tears fighting their way not to roll down. "you don't feel the same do you?"

you wanted to say yes. yes you feel the same, you like him so much and that's what you're so worried about. "peter it's not that easy. we- we can't," you shook your head.

peter's brows knitted together, he was bitting the insides of his lower lip. "that's ok. i'll just go home now. i'm sorry for making things weird yeah? just forget everything i said. tomorrow is a new day." he forced a smile before he is out the door.

just like what peter has said 'tomorrow is a new day' so you acted like yesterday never happened. you walked into school, seeing peter by his locker. you smiled at him. "morning!"

"morning, y/n," peter said back, voice cracking.

"let's go to class," you suggested.

through out the day everything was just like how it used to be. you still sit besides each other. still eat lunch together. everything was the same... except that peter can't look at you for more than three seconds and you two don't talk as much anymore.

peter still walked you home, though there is no goodbye hug.

you wondered if you had made the wrong decision. what if you just accept your feelings and let peter in? but the thoughts of ever, god forbid, breaking up with him is what makes you back away from accepting his love.

you love peter so much. more than you can ever say. in a world of boys he's a gentleman. he proved so today. even after getting rejected and having his own heart torn into pieces, he still walked you home.

the next day though, peter seemed to be avoiding you.

you tried to come to him several times but he just gives you short replies. you couldn't blame him. he has every right to do so.

it has been two weeks since. you missed your peter so much. you missed his cheeky smile. his science jokes. his laugh that never fails to make you smile.

sure you can live without peter parker, but would it be as exciting? would you let the only person that knows you best slipped away like that just because you pretend to not return his feelings?

it was such an emotional rollercoaster. on one hand you want to wake up beside peter, but on the other you worried that he'll realize that he's better alone so you'd break up. you want to cuddle up next to him, but you fear he'll get sick of you and break up.

why does every intimate thought of him always ends up with breaking up?

you tried to bottle up your feeling until you can't anymore. so here you are now, knocking at his door.

he opened up, looking as tired as one can be. now that you really look at him, you notice his beautiful freckles that doted all over his nose and cheeks, his smile lines around his eyes, his pretty eyes that you love so much. even in his exhausted state he still looked so- so perfect.

"y/n? what're you doing here?" peter spoke.

"i want to talk to you." you mumbled, looking down at the pavement.

peter was silent. complete silence.

"i want to tell you that i do like you too, peter. i was just being dumb because you're my best friend for years and if we ever get together, what will happen when we break up? i don't want to lose you. so by pushing my feelings aside i can just continue like nothing happened... but i can't stop thinking about how i have hurt you. i completely denied and hurt your feelings and i can't forgive myself for that."

peter put a warm hand over your shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

"it's fine. if you don't want this then we don't have to." he said.

"but i want this."

"you do?"

"yes but-," you took a deep breath, "but what if we broke up?"

peter shook his head at that, "we haven't even got together yet and you're thinking of breaking up?"

"it's not funny."

"y/n look at me, i love you. i will not let that happen. and if you really think about it, what is there to be the reason of our break up?"

"i don't know something might come up."

"we know everything about each other, we understand each other. if there's something, i'm so so sure we can work it out," peter placed a hand on your cheek, forehead touching.

"really think so?"

"of course," he replied. "i'm also sorry for saying that so suddenly. i should've known better."

"it's okay peter, we're here."

"yeah we are, and we are not leaving each other yeah?"

"promise," you said.

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[celestie0]

kickoff! reader who is stalking gojos page and accidentally likes one of his oldest posts. she panics and turns off her phone, without unliking it.

kickoff!gojo who is re reading your guys instagram messages and you text him while he’s doing this. he scrambles to come up with a reason as to why he read your message instantly

kickoff! reader who tries to watch soccer games to understand what’s happening. she probably yells offsides at everything. gojo can only smile at her and offer to help her out

kickoff! gojo who takes a picture of your silhouette in front of those statues you meet up at during the sunset (without your knowledge) and makes it his lock screen. you ask him about it but he just pretends that it’s a soccer goal and the sunset behind it.

kickoff! reader who finds herself thinking of satoru way too much. will see basically anything and be reminded of him. “oh a pair of sunglasses? gojo would like those” “hm, they started selling a strawberry tea? gojo would drink that”

kickoff! gojo who loves the sims. unironically makes a sim version of him and reader. tbh he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, he just starts thinking about reader and starts adding her features. thinks it’s funny to make them have “fun time”

kickoff! reader who is looking through the game pictures she takes and finds herself staring at gojo. doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until mina walks in on her. think peter parker and gwen stacy

kickoff!gojo who has a full “project m’bappe” for your future kids. starts the kids off with a soccer plush and it leads to them being absolute powerhouses in toddler leagues

kickoff! reader who used to play soccer as a kid. threw a tantrum in the middle of a game because she decided she hated it. only started to like it again because of gojo

kickoff! gojo who keeps a printed out picture of the two of you in his wallet. Suguru took it at the frat party when gojo kissed you. around you is blurry and flashing lights, in the middle of the chaos is gojos lips pressed against yours. His hand is holding your waist, you’re slightly on your tippy toes to reach him. He sometimes zones off when paying because the picture catches his eye

BABE……..WHEN I TELL YOU IM BLUSHING N SQUEALING N KICKING MY FEET SM RN…..UHHH I THINK U MIGHT HAVE TO JUST TAKE OVER WRITING THE SERIES FOR ME??? bc i went thru sm emotions reading these pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ok first of all tysm for thinking of these and sending them to me???? i genuinely cannot believe youve made headcanons for my fic that’s so surreal n i will forever remember this 😭😭

BUT ALSO THESE ARE SO ACCURATE PLS and all the little details omg it means sm that youve noticed all these lil thinfs throughout the fic n their relationship n i cld cry rn 😭😭

pls excuse me for addressing each n every one of these bc im so excited by them i fear this ask will be long so i’m adding a keep reading loool

sobsosbsosbsbsossbb the headcanons ab their digital fuckups LMAOO omg reader is 100% the type to be stalking him at 3am even tho she swears shes not even THAT down bad for him n then she loses all feeling in her face when she realizes she liked a post from when he was like in high school or sumn🧍🏻‍♀️there’s no coming back from that LMFAOO but i feel like gojo wldnt even notice it bc he probs gets a lot of notifs so she’s safe this time around 😭😭 BUT YOURE ALSO SO RIGHT AB HIM REREADING MESSAGES N THEN GETTING SPOOKED WHEN HE REALIZES SHE SAW THAT HE READ IT RIGHT AWAY LMAO i feel like he’d pull something like “uhhhh i was just about to trxt you, that’s why” and she’s like “🤨 this is the fifth time that’s allegedly happened”

aww reader trying to understand soccer for him 😭 thats so cute bahah also i made another headcanon recently from another anon who mentioned gojo streaming the world cup hehe it’d be so cute if reader shows up to the frat game nights in the jersey of the team that gojo’s rooting for bc she’s just trying to be a supportive girlfriend n she gets excited watching the game but she’s actually got no clue what tf is going on 💀 but gojo adores her for it so thats ok

the lockscreeennn that’s so cute 😭 also i love the idea of reader being his muse too :”) like he doesn’t know much about photography but bc of her he’s like kinda curious about it now so he’s always taking pictures of her w his phone while she’s not looking :”) i imagine his camera roll is just a bunch of candids of her while she’s dissociating off into the distance or something 🤣 n he’s like “wow so pretty im so good at this”

OK BUT READER IS ME THINKING AB GOJO EVERYWHERE I GO LMAOO no but srs that one made heart skip a beat bc how sweeettt is that 😭 i think that is a true mark of love where u think of someone everywhere you go :”) for gojo, i imagine that anytime he sees anything scenic or colorful or something like blooms of flowers or a nice sky he thinks of how she wld probably really love to take pics of it n he gets sad she’s not there to do so

okk im down for sims boyfriend gojo 🤣 and wdym by fun time omg 😭 pls dont tell me it’s possible to make people BONK on sims. ive seen a lot of tiktoks recently about how they added gojo to stardew valley n ppl have been marrying him lmfaoo i wonder if gojo wld try to marry her in sims 💀 cant tell if thats cute or creepy PLS tbh i’d probs be like “aww babe”🧍🏻‍♀️

and YES AB THE ONE WHERE SHE STARES AT GOJO’s PICS THATS PRACTICALLY CANON, also, there was supposed to be a scene exactly like that in ch8 where mina walks in on her staring at the pics she was editing for her professor 😭😭 so ur 100% right on. i just bet he looks so handsome in those photos cuz he’s concentrated n sweaty n probs looks really determined n in his element tbf i’d be starinf at those pics too LOL

YOURE SO RIGHT HAHA he’d make sure their kids are soccer prodigies 😭😭 startin them YOUNG. reader’s like “dont u think they’ve practiced enough today…they’re supposed to go to that birthday party at noon” and he’s like “THE GRIND NEVER STOPS😤🔥” 💀💀 unironically the type of dad that wakes his kids up at 5am on summer break to take em to soccer bootcamp or sumn 😭😭 ok but he knows theyre just kids n lets them have fun haha obviously but he just has high expectations for them lmaoo

im so tender to the idea of reader having played soccer in her youuuuthh how cute wld it be if she unknowingly also had a crush on gojo back when they were kids (maybe there was some sort of co-ed game they played ONCE when their elementary schools organized it n she was like omg who’s that boy over theree n it’s just 8 y/o gojo who’s got all the 2nd grade girlies swooning even back then 🤣) but in adulthood she probably doesnt rememebr that at all haha OMGGGG I NEED TO MAKE THIS CANON BC HOW ADORABLE WOULD IT BE IF GOJO’s MOM HAD TAKEN A PICTURE OF THE GAME BACK THEN N U CAN SEE LITTLE GOJO N LITTLE READER ARE IN THE SAME PHOTO im gonna sob???? im so inspired by these rn??? anon??? can i fr hug u through the screen???

omggg ok im deceased im dead ab the PICTURE IN HIS WALLET. THAT IS SO HUSBAND CODED and adorabke asf i just might melt rn 😭 him getting distarcted while paying kakskddjhd also i can imagine him having a picture in his wallet of her in her cap n gown on n stoles n everything during graduation or something bc it reminds him of their college days :”) n when he’s playing away games during national league he’s always looking at it when he’s away from home bc he misses her

also i feel like suguru might’ve taken the photo as a polaroid 🤔 now i headcanon that kickoff reader also has a polaroid camera bc why wouldnt she lmfaoo 🤣 but just imagine the polaroid relationship wall LOL its so corny but i wld want them to make one together 😩💕

screaming. crying. feeling so inspired rn. cheesing. cheeks r hurting. love u sm anon srs if you have more i will gobble them up like a turkey. LOVE YOU <333

#I MEAN JUST HOW FUCKINF SWEET ARE MY READERS I CANT RN #😭😭😭 #kickoff #asks #anon

[bittenbyyou]

Pampered

Boyfriend!Peter Parker x Reader

genre: fluff

description: You pamper your boyfriend with skincare after a long day. 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Peter knows absolutely nothing about skincare and is so endearing. Fluffy fluff. 

a/n: I’m not a skincare expert, but I do love learning about it. And I thought the idea of Peter getting pampered was adorable because he deserves to be taken care of. Please reblog if you enjoyed! :)

You checked the time on your phone, tapping your foot on the floor anxiously. Peter’s nighttime patrols have been getting longer and longer to where he sometimes wouldn’t come home until 2 A.M. Even you, who was a night owl, had your limits.

A subtle squeak soon caught your attention as you whipped your head to look at the window. Sure enough, you saw a red gloved hand slide the window open before the famous Spider-Man crawled through upside-down. 

“Hi beautiful,” your boyfriend said from the ceiling. You got up from the bed, hands on your hips. 

“You had me worried,” you said, though your light-hearted tone let Peter know you weren’t really upset. With a gentle, muffled thud, he touched down on the floor and swiftly removed his mask.

“I know, I’m sorry. I got caught up with a bank robbery and then there was a fire—”

“A fire?!”

“—and then these thugs tried to rob an old lady. Can you imagine that? But she beat them with her cane like bam! Bam! Bam!” he continued, reenacting the scene for you. “I barely had to do anything. You should’ve seen it!”

The way he talked about crime fighting was incredibly endearing. He was always so passionate and upbeat, like it was his favorite thing in the world because… it was. Along with you of course. And that’s why you fell in love with him. He truly loved what he did. Not many would go through such lengths to protect their city the way Peter did. You could tell by the glint in his eyes that he was meant for this.

“Sounds hilarious,” you said, letting out a giggle. You cupped his face with both hands, inspecting for any blemishes or scars. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m good. Really.” He grabbed your hands and placed a warm kiss on one of them. “Now let’s go to bed. I’m beat.”

“No. You have to brush your teeth and floss.”

He slumped his shoulders. “I’m really tired.”

“Babe, hygiene is important. Plus we gotta do your skincare.”

“It’s too many steps,” he whined. 

“I’ll do your skincare for you. But go brush first,” you ordered, pointing to the bathroom. He pressed the black spider emblem on his suit where his chest was, making it expand and fall off his body like a deflated balloon. 

“Yes ma’am…” He walked away from you in a sulking, slouching position and you laughed. 

“Quit being dramatic.”

“It’s so~ far~.”

“Don’t make me tickle you.”

“I’m going, I’m going!” he exclaimed, running away from you as fast as possible. 

Peter took longer than expected because he felt the need to shower once he realized how sweaty he was. The water relaxed him but also made him feel more awake. It was already late in the night (or early in the day), so he didn’t care anymore about sleep.

You waited patiently and patted the mattress when you saw him come back in nothing but his boxers. 

“Come on, lie down.” He obeyed and rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes. “Put this on first.”

Peter opened his eyes to see you dangling the pink headband with a large bow in front of his face. He gave you a “are you serious?” look but put it on anyway, being careful to push all the hair out of his face with it. You tried to refrain from laughing, but failed once he shot you a glare. 

“I feel ridiculous.”

“No~, you’re adorable.”

“You’re laughing.”

You pressed your lips together and shook your head. “No, I’m not.”

Peter chuckled and closed his eyes. “Alright. Make me beautiful.”

Deep down, he loved being pampered by you even if he didn’t want to admit it. With everything going on in his life, taking care of his skin was the least of his worries. But you were adamant about it, passionate even, that he had to take care of his skin everyday. You even created a skincare routine for him, which he felt had too many steps (it was three). How you did this for yourself everyday, he had no clue. But he loved how you cared so much for him and these little acts of love made his heart feel warm and fuzzy. 

"Did you remember to put on sunscreen this morning?" you asked, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness as if you were teasing him.

“Yes,” he answered quite proudly.

“Did you reapply every two hours?”

“... I’m supposed to reapply?”

You grabbed the bottle of micellar water, shaking the bottle before drenching a reusable cotton pad with it. Leaning over, you swiped the pad gently all over Peter’s face. He smiled with his eyes at the cooling sensation. 

“Yeah. The SPF doesn’t last all day unless you reapply.”

“But I wear my suit and that shields me from the sun all day,” he said, every word enunciated with the pout of his lips. God, he didn’t understand how cute he was. It took everything in you not to kiss him right now.

“You take off your mask a lot and if you don’t protect your skin, the sun can damage it. Open your eyes.” He obeyed. “Look at how dirty this pad is. The grime and sweat and oils from your day.”

Peter’s eyes widened a bit at the gray pad, still not used to how much dirt he could accumulate in a day. “Wow, that came from my face?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What’s the thing you used?” he asked, pointing to the bottle in your hand.

“Micellar water. It’s like a makeup remover.”

“I’m not wearing makeup.”

“I know. But it takes off the dirt on your face. And the one layer of sunscreen you had,” you said, emphasizing the word “one”. He gave you a cheeky grin.

“Okay, I’ll put on more sunscreen. I promise.” He held out his pinky and you did the same, locking him in on his promise. 

“Good. Time for a cleanser.”

“What’s that again?”

You pumped some cleanser into your hands and then added enough water from the bowl you had prepared earlier to lather it. You rubbed your hands together until bubbles had formed. 

“It’s like soap but specifically for your face. Close your eyes.”

You rubbed the cleanser over Peter’s face, careful not to touch his eyes or lips. This was one of your favorite parts because you got to admire your handsome boyfriend up close, appreciating every feature. 

“So like bar soap?”

“... Please don’t tell me you’ve been using bar soap on your face.”

“I use it everywhere.”

“Everywhere…? So like… your balls?”

“Um… uh… no? That’d be ridiculous,” he said, letting out a nervous laugh. The loud sigh that left your lips let him know he was in for it now. 

“Peter, you can’t use the same soap bar for your dick and face!”

“But it’s soap!”

“I… I don’t even know what to say. You’re supposed to be the genius here.”

“... It’s soap.”

“Okay, I’m tabling this. At least you were cleaning your face. From now on, use the cleanser I bought you for your face. It’s a hydrating one because you have dry skin.”

Peter gasped and clutched his chest dramatically like you had just insulted him. “I do not.”

“You don’t even know what that means.”

“I thought you said I have beautiful skin.”

“You do, you donut. You’re lucky it’s so nice even though you don’t take care of it.”

You grabbed the towel you prepared and wiped the suds away, revealing your adorable Peter, who was smiling from your touch. 

“Where’s that thing that smells like oranges?”

“Hmm? The cleansing balm? It’s harder to rinse it off if you’re in bed. That’s why I used micellar water today.”

“Aw… but I like the orange one.”

“Then you can do it yourself.”

“No, I’m good,” he said, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes at how childish he could be sometimes, yet you still found him endearing. 

“Okay, two more steps.”

“Two?!”

“Babe, I have like six steps in mine. You’re fine.”

“How do you do this everyday?”

“I don’t know. I find it relaxing. Besides, I want to look my age and not age faster because I didn’t take care of myself. Plus skin cancer is scary.”

Peter nodded because that was the first thing you’ve said tonight that he fully comprehended. “What are the last two steps?”

“I’m putting on a serum treatment for you and then a moisturizer to seal everything in.”

“That sounds fancy.”

You grabbed the bottle of serum for his skin needs, taking the dropper it came with and placing a couple drops on the back of your hand. Then you used your ring finger, the gentlest finger, to dab the product all over Peter’s face. He giggled when you touched his neck, the tickling sensation making him squirm. 

“Babe,” you scolded playfully. “Stay still.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” His eyes fluttered open and he watched you work your magic, loving your concentrated expression. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the world and the way you cared for him made him feel special. 

You pumped out a couple squirts of your fancy moisturizer, making sure to tell him it was a fancy moisturizer and he laughed, thanking you for your sacrifice. 

“Seriously, this cost me a lot. And I’m using it on your face so… you’re welcome.”

“Thanks. The villains in this city must be so jealous right now,” he teased.

“They should be.” You leaned back and grinned, satisfied with your work. Peter’s face was glowing, the lamp in his room illuminating his face even more. “You look gorgeous.”

Peter took off the pink headband, placing it on his nightstand before pulling you on top of him. “You’re gorgeous.”

You got into a more comfortable position as you straddled him, pecking his lips, cheek, and nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too. But…”

“But?”

“You messed up my skincare. You just transferred so much bacteria onto my clean face.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m serious. This is unprofessional. I want a refund.”

“You’re so ridiculous sometimes, you know that?” 

He broke out into another cheeky grin. “You love me though.”

“I don’t know… you don’t want my kisses.” You got off him and laid on your side, pulling the covers over your body.

“No, no, I want them.” 

“Good night.”

Peter forced you to turn around, planting a big smooch on your lips. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, holding onto his soft curls as you pulled him closer. As your lips parted from his, you both looked into each other's eyes with a loving gaze, unable to pull away. 

“[Y/N]... I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you eat the cleansing balm?”

“Babe, no.”

“But it smells so good.”

“I’m going to bed.”

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CONNECTING ARTS | tasm!peter parker

PAIRING: photographer!tasm!peter parker x painter!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 8.4k

SUMMARY: peter is slowly losing hope for his love of photography when he finds himself at a loss of inspiration. to give his passion a last chance to prove it’s worth holding on, he decides to do one last project: to capture a stranger’s life for 1 week. unbeknownst to him, with every click of his camera, he’ll slowly fall in love. unbeknownst to you, with every stroke of your paintbrush, you’ll realize your lives are more connected than you both initially thought.

WARNINGS: mentions of death, cursing/swearing, parent's negligence, reader being an orphan, anxiety, depression, inaccuracies (?) there may be some because i’m not a photographer nor a painter. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is angsty towards the end but it’s hurt/comfort and there are more fluff moments so the destination is sweet street instead of angst avenue. this took so long to write but it’s only bc i added a little bit of mystery here about the person in the reader’s painting and their pasts. i hope y’all forgive me. enjoy reading!

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It’s truly terrifying how a person could suddenly lose interest in something they have spent their whole life yearning for.

This was Peter’s greatest fear—to watch the once-ignited flame of passion within him get slowly extinguished. Photography was supposed to be his lifeline. How could he let himself get drained of something that was his escapism?

Was it his surroundings, his personal life, or just life in general that made him uninterested in his hobby? He had no answer. He truly, certainly, absolutely did not know.

He stared at the camera that was atop the center table, and as he did so, flashbacks of the joyous moments he spent capturing people and places struck him. He had held that camera for years—garnering both little and grand memories that were far too special and memorable to forget. He couldn’t just let it go.

One more chance, he thought.

“Okay, let’s try again,” he said to himself.  “One last time.”

So he grabbed his camera and went to the nearest place he thought would spark even just a pinch of inspiration—the park.

The busy yet calm buzz of people's chatter met him as the wind blew softly against his skin. He walked a few yards until he saw a bench which he sat on almost immediately. He raised the camera close to his eyes, adjusting the lens as he took pictures every now and then while scanning the surroundings. 

A couple on a bench that was turned back from him and facing the city bay. The guy had his arm around the girl’s shoulders while her head rested on his.

Click.

A mother gently pushing her child that was giggling so hard at the swing.

Click.

A lovely couple walking the grounds, holding each other’s hands without an ounce of care in a world that judged them because they were both women.

Click.

A large oak tree from which the outline beautifully clashed with the slow setting of the sun.

Click.

Suddenly, his hands seemingly moved on their own as the camera panned over downwards without him even noticing. 

A girl underneath an oak tree, gracefully sitting on a paint-covered cream blanket. Art supplies were messily scattered over the soft blanket while the girl was drawing something on a canvas in front of her.

Click.

He zoomed in, focusing on her face. He couldn’t help it, she was mesmerizing. The girl must’ve felt it because she looked straight at the camera, piercing his eye that was behind the lens.

He put down the camera instantly, mouthing an apology towards you as he realized he probably distracted you from your drawing. You shook your head, letting a small smile form on your lips. You gestured for him to come over, and without hesitation, he did.

You quickly but carefully moved some of your things to give him space on the blanket to sit on. “Thanks,” he mumbled. “What are you drawing?” he asked.

“Someone,” you replied, showing him the canvas. There wasn’t much on it at the moment, just the initial sketch of a person’s body and a white fence in the background. The person did not have a face yet.

Click.

Peter captured the canvas with his camera. As he looked up, he saw your puzzled face staring at him. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I haven’t asked for your permission to take pictures of you and your work. I can delete it if you want to.”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured him. “I’m just curious, do you take pictures of everything?”

“No, usually just the interesting stuff,” he chuckled at your question. 

“So you think I’m interesting?” you winked playfully. 

“I…” he started to say, but then stopped before smiling. “Yeah, I do. The most interesting, actually.”

He noticed your cheeks redden, but before you could think of a reply, Peter’s eyes slightly widened as an idea dawned upon him.

“Can I ask something crazy?” he asked.

“I love crazy,” you beamed with excitement, putting down your canvas to face him. “Go ahead.”

“I was thinking… if maybe I could capture the process of you completing your artwork? Like… capture your life for a week?”

He noticed the slight skepticism in your eyes. “I know this is kinda weird considering we just met but I–I just think you’re really cool a-and awesome and I’m really fascinated by you.”

“You know, usually I don’t entertain strangers much more let them stay in my apartment… but I have a good feeling about you,” you admitted. “So…” you nodded.

“Okay, just so we’re clear, you are agreeing for me to capture and document your life for a week?”

“Yes.”

Perfect. This was the exact thing he needed. A good and worthy ending for his slowly dying passion. 

“I feel like shit,” he said suddenly. “I haven’t even asked your name. I’m Peter,” he offered his hand.

You chuckled as you shook his hand. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. How do you want this to work?” he didn’t want to decide by himself since it’s your life he would be documenting in the first place.

“Uhh–here,” you ripped a piece from a sketchbook you weren’t using. With a pencil you pulled from the back of your ear, you wrote your address on the piece of paper. “That’s um–where I live. Come by tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

Peter smiled on his way home.

He was ready for his very last project.

DAY 1.

You awoke from the same ray of sunshine that visited you every morning through your large window. You wasted no time as you made your bed and took a shower quickly. Normally, you wouldn’t even bother to leave your bed for at least half an hour after waking up but today was different. You had a visitor and for some reason, you wanted to impress him. After all, he was the first person to ever visit your place.

The place that you called home was a studio apartment with a loft bedroom. You had no usual living room because you turned it into a painting studio. The only places where paint—with exception of white—didn’t reach the wall or the floor were the small kitchen area and the loft bedroom where you sleep every night. But above all things, your favorite part of your apartment was the large window that occupied the entire wall facing the first floor and the loft floor.

After dressing yourself in a white shirt and brown overalls, you decided to put your hair up in a ponytail. The moment you started to heat water for your morning coffee, you heard a knock on your door.

“Hi,” Peter greeted.

“Hello,” you smiled in return, opening the door wider for him to enter your humble abode.

Peter’s mouth slightly parted from the aesthetic of your apartment. His eyes scanned the place like a child in a candy store. He saw the canvases on the floor that were both empty and painted on, and the large wooden table in the middle of the room that had art supplies and an unreal amount of colorful paints scattered on top of it.

Click.

And from that moment on, he knew your place was something else.

“This place is amazing,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” you said, a proud grin presenting on your lips. “Coffee?” 

“Thanks,” he smiled, accepting your offer. “How long have you had this place?”

“Since I was 19. A year after I moved out from the orph–uh from my old home.” Thankfully, Peter was too busy admiring the place to even notice you almost slipping out.

No one gets to know your past. That was your life rule. The present and the future were what mattered. 

“Here,” you placed the mug atop the side table near the entrance. There was a small couch—noticeably thrifted—beside it where Peter sat. “Careful, it’s hot,” you warned him as he tried to hold the mug and drink while still being distracted by your paintings.

You sat beside him, sipping your coffee as well. “How did you get into photography?” you asked.

“I think I’ve always been interested in the art of photography since I was a kid. I’ve always loved taking photos back then and I think it’s really cool that memories can be captured in the form of pictures forever.”

You agreed, nodding your head. “Same goes with painting. Sometimes, I paint my surroundings, mostly people that I see around me; sometimes, I have pictures as my reference; sometimes, I like storing memories in my head and then painting them when I get my hands on a canvas. But the best thing about it though is that I can paint not what I see but what I want to see.”

The last line you said seemed to get his full attention. “What do you mean by that?” his face showed an intrigued expression.

“It means that I can paint whatever I want. I can paint the past, the present, and the future. And sometimes, you hate the past and the present, so you just change them in your paintings. And then when you start hating the future too, you just paint what you want the future to be. Basically, what I’m saying is, you can manipulate life through a painting. Reality and imagination share a room, and there’s really no limit.”

There was something about the words you said that made Peter realize just how deep of a person you are. It wasn’t just your paintings he was mesmerized by anymore, but also you. He would love to get to know you more.

DAY 2.

Same time, same place, different day.

“Good morning,” he greeted you once you opened the door. You let him in, excited for the day because you planned on teaching him how to paint. It wasn’t your idea, he asked you yesterday if he could be the first person you teach how to paint and you accepted the challenge. You didn’t consider yourself a good teacher, but oh well, you weren’t going to back down from a challenge.

“Coffee?” you offered.

“Oh no. You promised to teach me how to paint and I would very much like to start learning now,” he had a huge excited grin plastered on his face. 

“That’s what I’m talking about,” you smirked proudly.

“How do you know which canvas to use? There are so many sizes,” he asked, standing over the piles of empty canvases on the floor.

“It depends on what you’re going to paint. Do you have something on your mind?”

“I-uh… no? I thought the idea would come naturally honestly.”

“That’s fine! Sometimes, it comes naturally. Sometimes, it doesn’t and you have to push yourself until it eventually comes.”

“Why would you push yourself if it doesn't come naturally? Wouldn’t you just take a break and wait?”

“I could wait, But I prefer not to. I push myself because I want to paint and the lack of ideas won’t hinder me from painting. This is my passion, I want to do this forever. If I took a pause every time I had no idea what to paint, most of my paintings wouldn’t exist and I would’ve given up this passion years ago.”

“What about rest? Do you even take a rest?” he asked as you handed him a small-sized canvas. You thought it was the best for beginners.

You chuckled lightly. “I’m human, Peter. Of course, I rest. But not when I know I’m getting uninterested in painting. When I get over that phase and I’m inspired again, that’s when I rest. I don’t go to bed until I have that fire in me again that dances with the art of painting.”

Now, that was something that hit Peter all the way to his core. How could you even manage to do it? To answer the question he didn’t even know he had in his heart so effortlessly and precisely?

He now knew his mistake—he let the lack of inspiration slowly extinguish the fire in him whenever he was feeling uninspired. He realized now that he didn’t push hard enough. But that would change, starting now.

“I think I know what to paint now. And this size is just perfect, thank you.” 

You watched him put his canvas on an easel. He looked at you, his eyes asking a question about what to do next. 

“You can draw first, sketch what would be the outline of your painting, and then let it guide you when you start painting. Or you could proceed to paint immediately. But if you ask me, I would recommend sketching first so you won’t make a lot of mistakes later when you actually start painting.”

“Okay. I’ll sketch first. Thank you,” he said as you handed him a pencil. He started drawing lines, and then curves, and then came the shapes. 

“That’s really good. Damn, didn’t know you were good at drawing,” you complimented. He laughed lightly. “Thanks, I think I got the genes from my mother. My aunt always told me she was a really good artist.”

Once he was close to finishing his drawing, it dawned on you that he was drawing a sunrise. You wouldn’t tell him, but it reminded you of one of your paintings. It wasn’t a sunrise, but it was similar. Maybe you’d show it to him when he finishes his painting.

“I’m done!” he announced proudly. “Nice!” you replied. “Are you ready to paint?”

“Oh no no no… please, I think that’s enough for me today,” he laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, but that little drawing took a lot of work. I’d like to go back to my camera now.”

DAY 3.

Same time, same place, different day.

“Good mo–”

“Morning!” you cut him off as you opened the door. He laughed seeing your proud face. “Come in.”

“Coffee?”

“Actually–yeah. I’d like a coffee,” he answered, yawning.

“Had trouble sleeping?” you asked. 

He nodded. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He felt how the silence almost swallowed the room and how your eyes never left his. Only then did he realize what he said. 

“I–uh-I m-mean ab-about the things… y-yeah about the things you said yesterday w-when you talked about painting an-and your passion and your–uh… like making sure the fire that dances within you stays lit,” he was rambling.

You let out a giggle. Deep inside, you were struggling not to blush. “I understand. You know, if you want me to stop saying deep things about life and other stuff, just tell me.”

He was quick to raise his hand, as if stopping you from doing something idiotic. “Oh no. Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop saying things that are so deep that it makes other people unable to sleep just thinking about them.”

“You make it sound like you don’t like it,” you chuckled as you turned your back on him to prepare his morning drink.

He shook his head. “Oh, I like it. I like it when you say things like that. It makes me double-think my life or just life in general. For the better.”

“Thanks. I don’t really have a lot of people to talk to so I can understand if you think I’m being too much.”

“You’re not being too much, I assure you that. You’re just wise… and I love that about you.”

You almost dropped the mug by turning almost instantly to face him. No one has appreciated you like that before, and it certainly felt good. You couldn’t stop—and didn’t want to stop—the smile that formed on your lips.

Click.

You were out of words if you were being honest so you instead chose to ask why he took a picture of you just then. “What was that for? The picture? I wasn’t even painting.”

“It’s for memories… beautiful ones,” he winked and you swore you felt something in your stomach that you never felt before. Oh, this can’t be happening.

“Um–anyway, here’s your coffee,” you said as you handed him the drink. You quickly changed the topic. “I was thinking maybe we should continue doing our paintings? You continue yours and I continue mine. If you need my help or you have any questions, just tell me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

This was harder than Peter expected it to be. There were so many colors to choose from. How could he know what were the right colors to use? This was his first painting and he was being mentored by an incredible painter. He wanted this to be good. He wanted to impress you.

“You could always start with orange or yellow,” you said as you noticed him struggling.

“I feel like I need a reference just to know where the orange starts to blend with yellow.”

“Okay,” you agreed with him. “The internet has a lot of pictures of the sunrise.”

“I know, but I kinda want my own?” he shrugged. “Those pictures are the sunrise from other people’s eyes that they took from their cameras. I want to know the color of the sunrise from my perspective, you know? It’s just that I just realized I’m doing a sunrise painting and I haven’t even seen the sun actually rise… I want to see it for myself and then take my own pictures of it while it happens. Maybe then I could connect more with my painting.”

You stopped painting as you stared at him, feeling extremely proud that you couldn’t help but grin. “You want to connect more with your painting?” you repeated.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s do it. Tomorrow, let’s meet up at the park early in the morning just before the sun rises. I’ll take you to my secret spot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’m excited,” he smiled and you reciprocated it. He then picked up his camera again to take pictures of you.

By now, the background of your painting was finished. A white picket fence, on the back of it was a brick-walled house. A figure was in front, but it was yet to be painted on. The outline of the man was the only blank surface left on your canvas.

Click.

You were glad Peter still hadn't asked any questions about your painting.

DAY 4.

Different time, different place, different day.

You immediately saw Peter the moment you were close to the park. It wasn’t hard to spot him since it was early and not a lot of people roamed the place just yet—only the ones who jog there every day.

You didn’t notice him click his camera when you rushed towards him.

“Good morning!” Of course, he couldn’t forget about his daily greeting. In response, you greeted him back.

“And before you offer me coffee, I’d like to take you to my favorite coffee shop later. My treat. That is, of course, if you only want to.”

“I’d love to,” you smiled. “Let’s go.”

You held his hand and Peter swore he felt some kind of electric shock. A shock that was so addicting he was willing to get electrocuted if it meant getting to hold you much longer. 

“We’re here,” you announced and Peter was suddenly brought back to earth. The ‘secret spot’ you mentioned was a little hill that was just a mile hike away from the park. The pathway entrance was covered with trees so it was concealed from most people. The view from up there was insanely breathtaking. He could clearly see the city bay and he was sure the sun would rise from where the city bay ended. You still held his hand and he assumed you just forgot you were holding it in the first place. There was no way you would hold his hand for this long.

You absolutely did not forget. But you didn’t do it on purpose either. See, the thing in your stomach that you felt yesterday always visited you whenever he was in your presence. For some reason, there was a need for your body to touch his, and as much as you tried to control it, there was no containing it. That was what happened. Your hand acted on its own and it didn’t want to let his hand go. It was kind of embarrassing and you just wished he didn’t mind it.

Oh, he didn’t mind it, that’s for sure. In fact, he was enjoying it. Although it was taking everything in him not to wrap his arm around your shoulders and keep you close.

“Look,” you pointed at the sun that was starting to peek from where the bay ended in your perspective. And there it was, the sun slowly and magnificently rising above the waters. As much as Peter didn’t want to let go of your hand, he needed both of his hands to capture the moment. You glanced at him as you wanted to watch his reaction to his first time witnessing the sunrise. And while his face was covered by his camera as he took a picture of the scene, you saw his lips form a peaceful smile. You found yourself looking back at the sun with the same peaceful smile on your lips.

You knew he was done taking pictures when the once-darkened place was brightened up by the star that was the sun. It was evident since he lowered the camera from his face and adjusted the strap to let it hang by his neck comfortably. What you didn’t know, though, was that before he put his camera down, he sneakily took a photo of your face joined by the hues of the sun.

“This is our secret spot now,” said Peter.

“Yup,” you laughed. “So, coffee?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he teased, offering his hand for you to take.

Peter brought you to a little cafe not far from the park, it was located near a library which you reminded yourself you would visit some other time in the future.

You were taking your last sip of coffee when you heard the familiar click of his camera. This time you actually posed a peace sign for the picture. Peter chuckled at this, and in return, it made you laugh as well. He seized the opportunity to take another picture.

Click.

“It's nice here… the staff, the view, the ambiance, the food, and of course, the coffee,” you commented.

“So, now you get why this is my favorite coffee shop?”

“Correction. This is our favorite coffee shop now.”

DAY 5.

The next day, you met up back at your studio apartment. After your usual morning greetings and coffees, both of you were busy doing your own paintings. You looked over at Peter, seeing him so focused on his painting. You suddenly had an idea. 

After one last stroke to complete the body of the faceless person you were painting, you stopped. You stood up and went to the table where Peter put his camera on. He didn’t notice you, he was too busy to even notice you standing. You carefully and quietly put the strap over your head and adjusted it to your comfort. You walked little steps towards him, positioning yourself just behind him where you could see his back as he worked on his painting on one of your easels. You adjusted your eye to the viewfinder and just when you found the perfect view, you clicked its shutter.

Click.

The familiar click of his camera forced his eyes to look away from his painting. He looked quizzically at you. When he realized what you were doing, he smiled widely as he carefully put his paintbrush in a brush holder.

“What are you doing?” he laughed. God, you loved his face when he laughed. You couldn’t resist clicking the shutter for the second time.

“Nothing,” you chuckled. “Just continue what you’re doing. You’ll be the painter and I’ll be the photographer for today.”

Moments later, you probably had circled around Peter just to make sure you could capture every angle of him painting. He was smiling for most of them. 

“Am I even doing this right?” he asked, gesturing for you to look at his painting.

You stood beside the stool he was sitting on. “You’re doing great. But I think you should blend this area a little bit more,” you said, moving closer as you pointed out the area you were talking about. “And you might want to go softer on your brush.”

“Have I told you how attractive you are when you teach me these things?” he said suddenly.

That caught you off guard, and you weren’t sure what to do so you just looked at him with an awkward smile. Peter didn’t know where his confidence came from, but all of a sudden, he dipped his pointer finger into the orange paint on his palette and smeared it on your cheek. Your mouth widened with shock but you immediately did the same thing to him. And so, you two had a full-on fight which ended up with both your clothes and faces covered with colorful paints. 

“Oh, I have to take pictures of this,” he stated before running to the sink and washing his hands so he could hold his camera and not worry about smearing paint on it.

He got back quickly, asking you to do silly poses as he took your pictures. You did the same to him, instructing him to do ridiculously funny poses when you took his pictures. After a while, he set the camera down on a table facing the two of you and set it on a timer so he could take photos of both of you together. You two were having so much fun that none of you even cared or noticed that some of the poses you did were both of you being too close to each other’s bodies. 

That was how the day went for the two of you. Covered with paint and indelible memories with each other.

And maybe even growing feelings towards one another.

DAY 6.

Same time, same place, different day.

“Your painting fully dried overnight,” you said excitedly as you opened the door for him. “Would you like to see it?”

“Well–good morning to you too,” he giggled. “Actually, can I go to the bathroom first? I really need to pee.”

“Oh-yes, of course,” you smiled, letting him inside. “It’s up there in the loft beside the bed. It’s the only bathroom so it’s not hard to find.”

As Peter went to pee, you decided to find a painting of yours similar to his sunrise. You were thrilled to show it to him.

You held your painting behind your back as Peter exited the bathroom and went to see his finished painting. “You can touch it,” you reminded him when you saw how his fingers hesitated to touch the canvas in fear of ruining what he’d done. He finally touched it, picking it up with his hand and stroking the piece of art with the other as he admired it. He did this. With his hands.

“It’s beautiful,” you commented. “You seem to be a natural. It doesn’t look like it was your first time. I’m proud of you.”

“Well, I had the best mentor, so…” he smirked. “But in all honesty, thank you so much. For introducing me to painting, for teaching me how to paint, for your wise words—everything. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said before remembering the piece of art behind your back. “I have something I want to show you. But I’m getting tired just standing, so let’s sit on the couch.”

Once you both settled on the couch, you showed him your painting of the sunset. You put it side by side with his sunrise and it created a perfect contrast together. The same sun, taken from the same secret spot on top of that little hill, but at different times of the day.

“Unbelievable. They’re almost the same,” he whispered, wonder-struck. “May I ask why you painted a sunset?”

“I painted this during one of the hardest days in my life. Why a sunset? A sunset because it reminds me that even though the day is hard, there is an end to the day. A sunset… because it represents the opportunity to rest. It reminds me that if the sun can rest after a tiring day, then there is nothing wrong with closing your eyes for even just a moment.”

He looked at you with deep understanding. “Why did you paint a sunrise?” you asked.

“I’ve always known that a sunrise meant the start of another day. But only when I started to paint it and connect with it did I realize that there is more to that. Why a sunrise? A sunrise because it reminds me that another day isn’t only another ‘day’. It’s also another chance to live and take risks. A sunrise… because it represents the opportunity to start again. It reminds me that if the sun could come back up after a long dark night, then I can too.”

Your eyes glistened with tears as he said those words but you didn’t let him see it. Art really was a voice that spoke beyond thoughts and words. Those paintings weren’t just paintings, they were experiences. Your sunset was a symbol of rest—what you have always wanted to have after all those years. His sunrise was a symbol of hope—what he was searching for for the longest time.

You ended up framing the paintings and hanging them on your wall beside each other. Together, they created the most beautiful contrasting artwork. The two paintings became one—it was like they were always meant to be beside each other.

Click.

“You know, I went through the photos you took while I was painting. They’re really good. The angles? they’re perfect. If you ever want to change careers, just tell me,” he joked.

“I think I’ll stick to painting,” you chuckled. “But thank you, I mean, I had a great mentor so that’s probably why the photos turned out good.”

“You mean me? I didn’t even teach you as far as I can remember.”

“Well, not literally. But when you take pictures, I observe you and the ways you hold the camera. So, I definitely got my ‘skill’ from you,” you admitted.

“You observe me?”

You noticed his lips slowly form a smirk and only then did you realize what you just revealed. “Uhh-let’s not m-make it a big d-deal,” you nervously laughed, feeling the anxiety creep up on you. You never knew how to deal with social situations like this. When things went awkward or you didn’t know what to say, you ran. Hence why you never had a long-time friend. Peter was the only one you lasted this long with.

“I was just teasing you,” he smiled, stroking your arms with his hands to calm you down. You didn’t know how he knew you were slightly panicking on the inside. But somehow, he did. And then he smiled at you with the softest and most caring smile you’d ever seen and suddenly the anxiety and the panic shifted into a feeling of comfort.

You had never felt like this before.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and almost in an instant, the once bright day outside your windows turned into a dark night.

Time really did fly when you were with someone you loved.

Loved.

None of you would admit it yet, but it was definitely there.

“It’s time for me to go…” he announced.

Before he could fully stand up and start to make his way to the door, you held his wrist to stop him. He looked at you with confusion, but the glint in his eyes said a lot more—he hoped you would ask him to stay.

And that you did.

“You can stay here tonight…” you whispered. “Only if you want to, of course.” 

“Do you want me to stay?” he softly asked, glancing at your hand that held his wrist before looking at you again.

“Yes.”

DAY 7.

Different time, same place, different day.

Peter woke up earlier than usual and yet he felt that the sleep he had taken was the most satisfying he ever had. Why? Well, it was because he slept next to you.

Let’s take a few steps back…

Yesterday night when Peter was about to leave, you insisted on letting him stay. He offered to take the couch but you felt guilty that you were about to sleep on a soft mattress while he would sleep on an old couch downstairs so you told him that it was fine if he slept next to you on your bed. He was hesitant because he respected your boundaries but eventually you were able to come to an agreement to put a pillow in between both of you to not make things awkward. None of you knew how it happened, but when you woke up, the pillow was moved to the floor and your hand and his were almost touching. It seemed like your bodies naturally gravitated towards each other—but of course, none of you would admit that. At least not yet.

He quietly made his way down to where you were painting, careful not to disturb you. He grabbed the camera along the way. He would never get tired of capturing photos of you while painting—you were a master of arts in one of their truest forms. You were sitting on a stool with an easel in front. 

He pulled the camera close to his face, aligning his good eye with the viewfinder. He adjusted the lens, zooming it in your hand that held a really old—it seemed to be your favorite—paintbrush. But before he could click the shutter, he noticed how your hands were shaking as you stared at the painting. He immediately put down his camera and stared at it as well and only then did he realize that you haven’t made any progress on your painting today. The painting was almost complete, the only thing missing was the face of the man in the middle. Up until now, he was still faceless.

“You know, this is the longest it’s taken me to paint a person,” you said, feeling his presence behind you. “It’s just a face. Why is it so hard?” you sighed with shaking lips. You were battling the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

For the first time ever, he didn’t know how to reply.

“No–don’t answer that,” you let out a breathy laugh, but there was pain underneath. “That was a rhetorical question. Of course, I know why it’s so hard.”

With shaking hands that you tried so hard to steady, you started coloring the face with a skin tone color that matched the rest of the man’s body.

One stroke.

He didn’t know what to say, but hopefully, he knew what to do. Peter moved beside you, intertwining his right hand with your left as you painted with your right. 

Two strokes.

You felt him squeeze your hand, doing his best to comfort you.

Three strokes.

Painting the structure of the face was done. Now onto the details of the face.

You closed your eyes, trying to dig up the memories you had with this man. But it was hard since the man you were painting only stayed for a little while in your life. 

You opened your eyes, picking out a thin paintbrush that was perfect for little details. You started with the lips.

One stroke.

Peter’s presence was giving you not only comfort but courage as well.

Two strokes.

And then another.

The pinkish-red lips stared at you from the painting. You let out a breath. Next was the nose.

You picked up your pencil to draw some lines for a little bit. You only did some to serve as your guide. Next, you cleaned the thin paintbrush before dipping it in another color—black. 

One stroke.

You followed the lines you drew. But they were just lines, you have to paint the details to actually make the nose specific from the rest.

Two strokes.

And then you did some shadows with the outlines to blend them with the skin. It was done.

“I think I’ll continue later,” you sighed sadly, squeezing his hand. “I need to take a breather. S-sorry this is hard for me.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, squeezing your hand back. “Do you want me to join you?” he softly asked.

“No-I want to be alone for a moment,” you smiled to show him you appreciated his concern. 

He watched you leave and was alone for a moment. He glared at the painting, wondering what this person could have done to hurt you this much. How could someone even hurt the most precious person to ever walk on earth?

He heard the door open loudly, making him turn immediately. You were at the other side of the door, looking up at him with your eyes red evidently from crying. He walked past everything—the table and the clutter on the floor—hastily just so he could hug you.

He carefully closed the door as you leaned into him. Your body was weak due to repressed emotions now releasing all at once. He noticed your knees slowly giving up and he guided both of you to sit on the floor.

The camera, the photos, the paintbrush, the painting—all were forgotten the moment he wrapped his arms around you. He cradled your face with his hands, brushing your cheek and wiping your tears.

“I’m a mess,” you said, sniffing.

“You’re beautiful,” he responded, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?” he cooed.

“Will it help?”

“I think so. But it’s still up to you,” he replied honestly. 

You nodded. “I know you have questions, ask them.”

“Who’s the man in the painting?”

“My father. Or at least what I remember of him.”

His back was resting on the wall as you leaned into his side, his arm was still wrapped around you.

“And the house in the background, is that your family’s house?”

“It’s the orphanage. I spent my whole childhood there. That’s where I grew up.”

“Did he visit you there?”

“No,” you laughed painfully. “Remember what I told you before? That the best thing about painting is that I can paint whatever I want to see or happen? That painting is one of them.”

He was listening intently. He didn’t want to say anything because he knew that you didn’t want any advice at the moment, you just wanted a listener.

“I never met my mother. The caregivers at the orphanage told me she died when she birthed me. When I asked them how I got there they told me about my father. He took care of me for 4 months, and then I think his heart broke whenever he saw my face because I looked a lot like my mother. It came to a point where he couldn’t look at me or care for me anymore so he put me in that orphanage. I guess the heartbreak was bigger than the joy that I brought. 

“I always imagined him visiting me, getting me out of that place, and bringing me home. But that didn’t happen. So I coped with drawing and painting. Until now, I still wonder what could’ve happened if he came back for me… hence why I’m doing the painting.”

“Do you have any pictures of him?” he asked.

“I only had one. It was a picture of my parents at their wedding. I used to stare at it every day until I lost it and I would never forgive myself for being so careless back then. The last time I held that picture and stared at it was when I was 7. It’s been too long and I can’t seem to remember his face that much.”

“Is that why it’s so hard for you to paint his face?”

“Yes. But also because of the realization that my wishes only come true in my paintings. I wanted him to come back for me or at least visit me. I didn’t get that visit, so I’m getting it in the painting.”

“Have you tried looking for him?”

You nodded. “Of course. But you can’t find who doesn’t want to be found.”

“Did you at least have any people who cared for you like a parent?” he asked, sympathy evident in his expression.

“I had this one particular caregiver who made me experience what it was like to have a mother. She was the one who gave me my first paintbrush and painting set. She was the one who made me discover that I had a talent for drawing and painting.

“But she didn’t stay for long because she had to leave the orphanage permanently to take care of her own family. She told me something happened and she had to take care of a little boy.”

Peter’s face furrowed from the familiarity of that exact situation, but he let it slide eventually. This was your story, this wasn’t about him.

“I have some questions for you too,” you chuckled. Tears were no longer falling on your face. Peter was right again. Indeed, talking about your past helped.

“Shit. Do I have to get nervous?” he joked.

“It depends on what your answers are gonna be,” you joked back. “How did you get your camera? Did you buy it or is it from someone you look up to?”

“The answer is the latter. I had a teacher once in high school, he wasn’t a professional photographer but we shared the same interests. I remember the first time he stepped into the room to teach English but instead of focusing on him the first thing I noticed was his DSLR camera. It was kept and hidden in a bag but I know a camera bag when I see one. I think, over time, he noticed I was always glancing at his camera that one day he called me to stay after his class and gave it to me. He told me that I needed it more.”

“Were you two close?” you asked.

“We were, yeah.” 

“Where is he now?”

“He died a year ago. He’s gone now but I still treasure every lesson he’s taught me.”

“And your parents?”

“They died when I was 4 from a plane crash. Since then, I stayed with my aunt before she was gone too.”

“I’m sorry, Pete. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s fine. I feel comfortable around you—the heavy things don’t feel as heavy anymore.”

Silence surrounded the apartment, calming the two of you as you held each other. No one needed to speak at the moment, just you in his arms were enough.

Day almost turned into night and you finally stood up.

“You don’t have to finish it today,” he said as he noticed you staring at the painting anxiously.

“I know. But I want to.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “Then I’ll be there with you.”

He walked towards you and intertwined his hand with yours. 

“Thank you.”

Together, you walked until you were in front of the easel again. He picked up the paintbrush and held it in front of you. He gave you an encouraging look and you smiled as you took the brush with courage.

“Here we go.”

You did the eyebrows first, it didn’t take you as long as you did when you did the nose and lips. 

The eyes.

The hardest part because the eyes were what looked into the soul.

One stroke.

Two strokes.

Three strokes.

You weren’t shaking anymore.

Four strokes.

Five strokes.

“You can do it,” Peter encouraged.

Six strokes.

Seven Strokes.

“You’re doing great,” his hand held yours tighter.

The last stroke.

You did it. You painted your father. You remembered his face. And above all, you painted him in front of the orphanage, coming back to get you.

You smiled. 

Peter stiffened beside you. His eyes widened as he looked at your father in the painting. 

“Peter?” you called his name.

He stayed unmoving.

“Pete? Are you okay?”

“That’s him…” he pointed at your father.

You were confused. “Who?”

“My teacher in high school. The one I told you about. The one who gave me my camera,” he collected his camera from the table. “The one who gave me this.”

You were speechless and shocked to the core. “Are you sure?”

“It makes sense now,” he continued. “He once told me in our conversations that the greatest mistake he’d ever made was leaving something he loved because he was so scared he would never be deserving of it.”

You didn’t know what to feel.

“But now I realize, he wasn’t talking about a ‘thing’, he was talking about someone. You.”

“Did he try to come back for me?” you asked, curious but you weren’t hopeful.

“I-I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s okay,” you sniffed, wiping your cheeks. Funny, you weren’t even sure when the tears started to cascade down on them.

“You mentioned your teacher died last year, right? That means he’s…”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he softly spoke, even his eyes couldn’t help but tear up slightly.

“It’s not your fault. Besides, he wasn’t even there for me for most of my life. It’s fine,” you reasoned, telling him it was all good but another tear still slipped from your eye.

He hugged your side and stayed like that for a good while as he tried to think of another subject to talk about to keep you from hurting any longer. His eyes caught the brush holder and focused on an old paintbrush that you use almost every time. It seemed to be your favorite. The marks on the wooden handle told him the age of the brush; the bristles that were still intact and usable told him just how much you take care of your art supplies. 

“That paintbrush… you use it every time, is that your favorite?” he already knew the answer but he still asked just to distract you.

You didn’t need to follow where his eyes were looking or ask him anything, you already knew the brush he was talking about. “Yes, it is my favorite. Remember when I told you I had this caregiver in the orphanage that gave me my first painting set and paintbrush?” you said before picking up the brush. “This is the paintbrush.”

“You must’ve taken good care of it all these years,” he commented. 

“I did. It’s special and it holds a lot of good memories.”

“What’s your favorite memory?” he asked, interested.

“Me as a little kid doing my first painting with my caregiver. She was encouraging me every step of the way.”

“What’s her name?”

“May.”

His eyes widened with realization. He remembered asking his aunt what her job was before she took him in after the incident that killed his parents. She had told him she was a caregiver at an orphanage. But the city is wide and big, it never occurred to him that that orphanage was the same one you were from.

“May Parker,” he breathed out.

You looked at him. “Yes! That’s her–I forgot her last name but that’s her. Do you know her?”

“She’s my aunt.”

Now everything made sense and all the why’s were answered. No wonder why you felt a sense of familiarity the first time he put his camera down and you saw his face. No wonder why your heart jumped when you learned his name. May Parker… Peter Parker… holy shit. How come you didn’t notice that before? 

“You’re the little boy she always talked about. Her little nephew who loved taking pictures so much,” you said, eyes once again starting to tear up.

“And you’re the little painter girl she always mentioned,” he smiled. “She promised me she would introduce me to you but life got busy and that never happened.”

“But look at us now. I guess fate still found its way to introduce us to each other,” you stated softly.

Peter once again cradled your face with his hands, slowly stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “Can I tell you something?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“That day I met you at the park, I was at my ending point with photography. That day, I was determined to find the last project worthy of my dying passion. Then I met you. And in just a matter of days, I knew you, and it changed my life,” he started.

“You taught me lessons about art and life. You gave me something I’ve been trying to get back for a long time—hope. 

“Above all, you made me remember why I even started taking pictures. You made me realize my purpose. I know now that I never lost the flame, the candle just stopped burning. But you… you rekindled it and suddenly it was back again… and it’s stronger and hotter than ever.

“Now, I can admit, to anyone and myself, I love photography. This is my passion. It’s not just the flame… but the fire within me that sways with the wind.”

He felt your hands gently wrap around his wrists as he continued caressing your face. “Oh, Peter…” you whispered.

“T-there is something beyond words that I feel for you. I-I don't know how to properly say it but I’m still gonna try,” he whispered back. “You’re not just the muse of my favorite pictures, you are my camera. Without you, I’m unable to reach my full potential. You’re the perfect angle I’ve always wanted to find. And now that I’ve found you… everything makes sense. The blank spaces in my heart and in my life aren’t blank anymore because your name is now written all over them.”

You moved closer so your forehead could touch his. “And you, Peter… are the colors that I paint on my canvases. The sunrise to my sunset. Ever since you came, the meaningless life I had before became meaningful.”

Silence surrounded you for a moment. Your foreheads were still touching while both your eyes were closed. Tears stained both your cheeks as the two of you couldn’t stop crying out of adoration and love for each other.

“All the ones who guided us are gone now,” you breathed out.

He placed a long kiss on your forehead before speaking.

“From now on, it’s only you and I.”

After uncovering the past and embracing the present, you were looking forward to the future.

It truly was amazing how art could connect people together.

The hopeless photographer was once again hopeful;

The restless painter wasn’t exhausted anymore.

And soon the two of you would realize that the love you shared was a testament of…

Interlacing fates,

Intertwining lines,

and

Connecting arts.

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!

No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!

Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.

“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.

“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.

“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.

“For what exactly?”

“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.

“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.

Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.

She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.

Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.

Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.

And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.

Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.

Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.

The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.

“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”

Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”

“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.

“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.

“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.

Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.

“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”

“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.

“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

This is what won the poll!

Summary: Tony finds out Peter has been sneaking in and out of your room.

Warnings/Tags: kissing, fluffy, fluff, minor angst, barely even angst, dad! tony x reader, Peter Parker x reader (romantically), established relationship,

Rating: PG-13

Peter snuggles into your chest. He took every opportunity he could to sneak up to your room. Anytime Tony would get suddenly busy, or need to do something solo, Peter snuck off.

This was what led to your current predicament. Not that you were complaining, you loved it when Peter had a second to spare.

Peter wouldn't have to sneak around...bjt your dad has a very strict 'no dating heros' policy. It made sense, he always used the amount of times he has missed dates with your mom or out her in danger as an excuse.

But, you didn't care. You couldn't help that you fell in love with Peter. And Peter couldn't help the fact that he fell in love with you. Or that he was spiderman. It just happened.

You ignore the thoughts of what would happen if your dad found out and focus on peters soft snores. He finally fell asleep.

You thread your fingers through his brown curls as he sleeps. He was adorable every day, but even cuter when he sleeps.

He lets out a quiet groan as he snuggles even deeper into your warmth. God, he was so fucking cute.

You close your eyes and allow sleep to overtake you. You could forget about your dad long enough to enjoy a nice nap with your lover.

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"What did I say?" Your dad lectures. You had been asleep for, maybe five minutes, and your dad walks in. That led to you and Peter being drug to his office.

Your dad grips the edge of his desk and groans. He was pissed. He had one rule, one simple rule, and you both broke it.

"I'm sorry," you say. Your dad rolls his eyes, he knows that's complete bullshit.

You weren't sorry that you were dating Peter. You were only sorry that you and Peter had gotten caught.

"Why? Why couldn't you listen to me. Just this once," your dad lectures. "This isn't going to end well," he points between you and Peter. And then he lingers on your hands that are clasped together.

"It wi-" Peter begins to say. He is promptly cut off by your dad.

"It wont. What happens when you miss your kids birthday party because Spider-Man is needed?" Tony asks "You know how many times I have let down Yn or pepper? All because of ironman," he reminds.

You think about all of the times something had happened and your dad had to leave. It hurt. You didn't even want to think about doing that to another person. Not knowing if their dad was going to come home alive.

"What's your solution?" Tony asks.

"I'm not going to be spiderman forever. I'll retire the suit before we have kids," Peter suggests.

"Not every superhero is like you dad. Not every one of them is going to never retire," you point out.

"You." Tony says, the words are stuck in his throat, ",have my blessing," he grumbles. He couldn't keep you to apart and he knew it. you had Stark blood, being stubborn was a second nature

You and Peter smile before thanking your dad.

You could be together.

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[minimarvelh]

Peter coming out to Tony as aromantic.

(Happy aromantic awareness week!!!)

💚🤍🖤

The thing is,

Peter loves hugs.

no, not like this.

He fucking LOVES hugs. That’s more like it.

For him curling up at someone’s burying himself at someone chest is the best thing in the world.

He loves when someone wraps his arms around him and pulls Peter towards in a gentle, protective hug. He loves burying his head against someone’s shoulder. The feeling of the warmth and comfort he felt was enormous and always brought him feeling of safeness and love. He is almost starving and dying if he can’t wrap his entire body like koala at someone. Is he dramatic? Probably, but it’s just the way it is: Peter Parker can’t live without hugs.

He hugs everyone he feels safe with. He likes to cuddle at their Thai night with May, he likes to cuddle with MJ and he like to cuddle with Ned.

But.

He never hugs Tony Stark. And it’s not like they don’t hug at all. No. When Tony hugs him he is always accepting them, leaning to it. But. He knows if he will allow himself to much, Tony would know how clingy he is. Once he got affection from Tony he was desperate to be the closest is possible to Tony, but he didn’t want to scare the man. He didn’t want to screw things up.

So..he tried not to show all of that.

It was inevitable. Peter knew this day would come when Tony would ask about it. And it came.

They were lying at the sofa, watching “Academia Ambrella” while Tony gently stroking Peter’s hair, while the kid without noticing, leaning closer to touch. His eyes close as he drifts into an even deeper state of relaxation, making Tony smile softly.

Nothing could interfere with this moment.

Apart from…

"How long have you been dating MJ?"The question catches Peter by surprise, although he has been waiting for Stark to ask him this for whole 2 months. He is even slightly surprised why the man took so long to ask it.

Tony smiled friendly and winked.

"May told me everything, you thought I wouldn't find?"

It took all of Peter's strength not to cringe and shudder at the discomfort of this question.

The thing was..they were never in a relationship with MJ. May just walked into his room once while they were on his bed and his face was burying into her chest, while she stroked his hair(like mr. Stark right know) and she came to conclusions that they are secretly dating and Peter is just really “embarrassed” to admit it to his aunt and no denying this relationship factor could convince her that they aren’t dating.

It didn’t matter. In school everyone assumed that they are dating just because Peter twice was too affectionate with MJ in front of their class…When people see to people, especially the opposite genders, being too touchy with one other, they are already assuming that they are dating.

And it pissed him off so much. Why people are so in love with the idea of relationship, and romantic love? Why can’t you be in a platonic soulmate kind of way be in love with someone?? Why it always should be romantic or sexual context here?

MJ didn’t care about all of it, although she 1000% didn’t like him in a romantic nor sexual way.

She even had a crush on some guy from her art school, Mark he thinks his name is. (although she vehemently denied all allegations) And Peter..it was a bit complicated here.

It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t want to love. He desperately loves people. That’s why he is always helping other people and animals. He just doesn’t want that love, that portraits at the shows or books. He likes holding hands with MJ, but he doesn’t want to kiss her or any other girl. He likes hugging Ned but he feels gross even thinking about kissing him or any other boy.

Is it scary? Yes, he feels like he came to this planet broken. Like he was cursed because… what will he do in the future? Everyone will eventually find their loved once and will finally settle in, they will make families with bunch of beautiful kids, while he will be just…there. He will just wait for them to find time in their busy schedules, maybe once in month or two, if he’s lucky. And at these meetings they will probably talk about friend’s partner or kids. And don’t get him wrong he would love to hear about this stuff, just..what will happen with them? With building Star Wars legos at 2 am, binge-watching stupid comedies at the evening with sugary drinks and popcorn? It all will become a memories? He couldn’t bear it. It’s just too much.

Then one Friday, it was exactly 6 months ago, when he looked at the tumblr and one post was lightning at the top of the page. Happy Aroace week. He was really supportive of lgptq+ community but he never heard of something like that. So he curiously went to google and..well, googled it.

He slowly read the definition.

«Aromantic-Asexual, often shortened to AroAce, is a term that refers to an individual who is both aromantic/aro-spec and asexual/ace-spec. AroAce can be used for any individual who identifies with both spectrums.»

Okay, well that didn’t explain a lot.

He clicked another link.

«Aromanticism is a romantic orientation wherein an individual experiences little to no romantic attraction toward other people.

Asexuality is a sexual orientation wherein an individual feels little to no sexual attraction or desire for physical intercourse with other people.

Combining both aromanticism and asexuality, aroace individuals do not feel any romantic and sexual attraction toward other people»

And suddenly it clicked. Everything began to make sense. He still felt broken but not so much and he felt..relieved.

During these 6 months, he read large amounts articles and tumblr posts about it, made even few acquaintances along the way and was way more confident in himself. But..seeing romantic relationships on TV and whistling from Clint or gentle “knowing” May’s smile made him feel…like he doesn’t belong here. Even if he knows that he is, in fact, not broken, sometimes he can’t help but feel like he is broken.

Peter tries to steady his breathing because in no time Tony would hear it and become worried.

On the background there were muffled dialogue between Luther and..number five? Anyway, Peter atopped paying attention to the TV a long time ago.

Peter rested his head on the Tony’s chest, surprising the man, who is now wrapping his arm tighter and in more protective way, while boy nuzzling into him.

It’s now or never.

"We’re not dating”

“Yeah, May said you will deny ev-“

“I think i might be Aromantic” in one breath said Peter, also it came a little muffled because of him resting his head and Tony’s black t-shirt.

There was silence. Peter was afraid to breath. He felt like ruined everything. Of course, he is always destroying everything beautiful in his life and yeah, now he ruined the best relationship he had in his entire life, and now his dad—

" I am really sorry to ask you, I really am, but can you explain me what is it?" came Stark's soft and calm voice.

Peter glanced at him briefly.

The man's face didn’t show any disgust or desire to throw him away..all man’s present was filled warmth and feeling of his supporting hands, who never let Peter down and an encouraging smile which prompted Peter to respond.

"It’s when..when people have lack of desire to be in a romantic relationship.

"Like we are capable of love, we just don’t have desire to date people.." Peter hastened to add.

Tony listened intently and really thoughtfully.

"I am sorry”

Oh no…no please, Peter imagined all sort of reaction from Tony but he didn’t expect pity like he is a pathetic piece of human. And somehow it felt way worse than denying or any other reaction Peter thought of.

One millisecond from Peter’s bursting into tears, Tony added.

" I am really sorry about my behaviour before. When we were watching that comedy “how I met your mother” and I noted about how one day you will find love of your life. God, I can’t even imagine how you must felt. I am really sorry for all that and…thank you. For sharing about this with me" Tony was looking very worried and slightly distressed thinking about all the way he hurt Peter”

Peter’s hurt clenched with pain and with...love..with so much love that he could comprehend himself to suppress this desire and he just…

He climbed like a koala on Mr. Stark's lap, wrapping his arms around man’s neck and inhaling his scent whispered "Thank you."

A familiar hand began to run circles on his back, soothing him.

"Always."

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Heart’s Munition

Chapter 2

Pairing: mob boss!Steve Rogers x maid single mom!Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warning: sick child but nothing descriptive, implied death of a child, Peter Parker being a sweetheart, argument

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Peter Parker has had to do a lot of shady things to get in his boss’ good graces. He was young and had a lot to prove. Still he wasn’t a fan of what his boss had just asked him to do because he liked you. You were both close in age although he had just turned twenty-one and you were older by four years. There was always this protective instinct that you had when it came to him, it was almost motherly. It was something he has always wanted but never had. He did have his aunt May especially after his parents abandoned him and his uncle died. It was no secret Peter loved her to death but because it was only the two of them she often had to work two jobs just to make ends meet. So he was left up to his own devices most of the time. Without much supervision he had a tendency to take a lot of walks whenever he wasn’t in a lab at school.

On one of those walks he ran into something he should have never seen. A deal gone wrong between Clint and some cops that ended badly for the former. Without much thought Peter sprung into action to help Clint get medical attention but it put a target on his back with the crooked cops. If Steve hadn’t brought him in he’d be dead. But he wanted more than to be a low level runner.

Peter wanted to be part of Steve’s inner circle. He was working his way up rather quickly for the short amount of time that he’d been with the group. It was because he was willing to do what it takes to get results but something about this request wasn’t sitting right with him. Peter knew he couldn’t say no though so he found your address and started to get ready for the job. Hopefully he wouldn’t find anything that would jeopardize your well-being.

It was another good day for Elijah and there was nothing that could make you happier. First you enjoyed sleeping in a bit and then both of you dressed and headed out in order to enjoy the day. The sun was shining and there was a nice breeze. You started at the park although Eli didn’t have that much energy to play with the other kids he did love sitting on the swings.

His feet were straight ahead as he threw his head back to look at you upside down. You were gifted with your favorite smile when you pushed him higher. It didn’t take long for some pervy dad to put his kid on a swing and openly check you out. Elijah noticed first and promptly asked to stop and go elsewhere.

Eli begged to go to a video games store and it was a surprise to no one that you caved. It was there that you sensed it first. Someone’s eyes were on you. As discreetly as you could you looked around trying to figure out if you were making it up or not. It took a few turns through the displays to see who you think is Peter trying to hide in plain sight.

“Eli,” you got your son’s attention. “I need you to stay right here ok. I just saw a friend and I want to say hi.”

“Ma, I thought you didn’t have friends.”

“Really? Why must you hurt me like that?”

He laughs and goes back to playing the demo on some system you couldn’t afford. You sneak around one display and then another until you can clearly see that it is Peter. His eyes are now darting around the store trying to find you. They widen and he goes red in the face when he sees you approach.

“I hope you’re here to buy a game and not because you’re spying on me.” You tell him.

“I uh- I’m n-not, promise.”

“So why were you hiding?”

“Ok ok, maybe the boss asked me to see if you were ok.” He turns his head to look back at Eli and swallows thickly.

“Steve did?”

“Yeah, he said you were in some kind of trouble and he wanted to know what it was.”

Elijah jogs over to you and holds up a game.

“Can we get this, ma?”

“Ma? He’s your kid?” Peter asks incredulously.

“Yeah, who else’s kid would it be?”

“I thought maybe you babysat on the weekends.”

“So ma can we?” He looks at you with pleading eyes and it breaks your heart.

“My love we can’t. That old system you have won’t work with this game. Please go put it back.”

“Fine.” He says with a pout and guilt settles heavily on your chest.

You look back at Peter who is still standing there shocked as if you’d told him he was the father.

“You’re a mom.”

“For eight years now.”

“Is it just the two of you?”

You nod. “But anyways, what is this about Steve having you follow me?”

“He thinks you’re in some sort of trouble and I was supposed to figure out what it was so that I can report back to him.”

“Peter,” you grab his forearm and turn to look at him more directly and with a worried expression. “You can’t tell him I have a kid. I don’t want anyone to know unless absolutely necessary. Promise me you won’t tell him please.”

“Wait, is someone threatening your son? Is that why no one can know?”

“No. It’s just I don’t want anyone to be able to use him against me. I know what you all do. I'm not stupid. What if someone that hates Steve threatened my son in order to get information on him? Am I supposed to protect Steve over my son?”

“No, I get it. I won’t say anything but he’ll expect a report anyway. I can’t just lie to him either.”

“Don’t lie, give him a half truth. You saw me at a park and then I went shopping. Which I did.” You say as you look back to check on Eli. Peter follows your gaze and smiles.

“He’s a lucky kid having a mom like you.”

“Peter-“ your eyes lit up as you heard the compliment.

“I’ll leave you two alone and I won’t tell anyone. But if you need anything I’m here for you ok?”

“Thanks, Coulson and Dom know. If it makes you feel better.”

He nods and gives you a small smile before disappearing among the crowd. Elijah walks back over to you a little disappointed, which makes you feel extremely guilty about not being able to get him what he wants. With an arm over his shoulder the two of you walk out and try to enjoy the rest of the day.

While Sunday had started out as another good day for Elijah, the good luck had to end at some point. Mrs. Fields watched Elijah for an hour or two while you ran some errands and by the early evening he was feeling sick again.

You sat next to him on the couch, pressing a cool towel on his forehead. He groans and whimpers while he sleeps. There isn’t much for you to do except wait for the medicine to work, hopefully. Mrs. Fields walks back in with a few bags in hand and an unsure expression on her face.

“Y/N do you know someone named Peter?”

“Yeah, why?”

“He’s downstairs and he said he tried to call you but you weren’t answering. He wanted to come up to drop something off for Eli.”

You pull your phone out and see a few texts and a missed call from Peter. “Could you let him up?” She smiles and nods, hitting the buzzer by the front door and heading to the kitchen.

At the knock on the door Mrs. Fields opens the door for Peter. He takes a tentative step into your small apartment. His smile falters when he takes in the scene before him.

“Is everything ok, Peter?” You ask when you look up at him.

“I think I should be asking you that.”

“It will be. What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to drop something off… for Elijah, from uncle Peter.” He gives you a boyish smile.

You narrow your eyes but he’s already turning away and heading to the door. He walks back in with two bags and a box. When you get a better view You’re immediately ready to argue that you couldn’t accept anything from him.

“Please let me just give them to him as a gift.”

“A PS5 and a Tv? Peter, have you lost your mind? I can’t accept that at all.”

“Y/N, I’ve already set it up for him all I have to do is plug everything in and the tv isn’t even that big. I’m not going to take no for an answer so where should I put it?”

“The door at the end of the hall.” Mrs. Fields says from behind Peter.

“Thank you ma’am.”

Without giving you room to protest Peter heads in the direction of Elijah’s room with you following. He sets the PS5 on the bed and the tv box on the floor and looks around for where to best place it. His eyes land on the large number of prescription bottles on the bedside table and then he looks back at you.

“The doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong. He has his good days and his bad ones. I always worry he’ll never get better.” You explain, unable to express how afraid you are that one day you’ll wake up but he won’t.

“Today is a bad day.”

You nod and he turns to get the tv out. In a few minutes he’s already set up the tv on the dresser and the PS5 is connected and running.

“I’ve got him all of the accessories he’ll need, including an extra controller. I thought if maybe it was ok with you I could come over once in a while and hang out with him.”

You repress the tears that sting your eyes and nod. “I think he’d like that.”

“Cool. I also connected all the streaming apps so that he can watch whatever he wants if he doesn’t feel like playing and I added a gift card so he can get add-ons for the games.”

“Peter, I don’t know what to say. This is so kind of you. Thank you so much I know once he feels better he’s going to love it.”

“It’s no problem. I meant what I said yesterday, if you need anything at all you just let me know. I know what it’s like to grow up with only one parent.”

You sniffled and hugged Peter.

“I’m going to get out of your hair but let me know the minute he feels better and we’ll play a few games together.”

“I will, thank you again.” You say as you walk him out to the door.

“He’s cute. Where do you know him from?”

“Work, he’s just a friend.”

“You don’t have friends ma.” Eli speaks up for the first time in the last few hours.

“You’re a little shit you know that.” He smiles weakly at you. “Do you want to see what Peter brought you?”

He nods and you pick him up and head to his room. He gets as excited as he can considering his weakened state. Mrs. Fields excuses herself and you make yourself comfortable in bed with Eli. It takes you a second to get used to the controller but you manage to put on a movie, allowing Eli to cuddle into your side.

Monday morning was not great for you. You’d barely slept as you watched over your son and now you were late to work. Add to the situation the fact that you had to talk to Steve about the bullshit he pulled by having Peter follow you.

“Mia Cara, I was starting to worry.” Dom said once he saw you.

“It wasn’t a good night and I’m running on fumes.”

“Is he any better today?” Dom whispers the question.

“A little, although if he doesn’t get better we’ll have to go to the hospital.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that Cara.” He moves around the kitchen quickly and sets a plate of food and coffee in front of you. “Take a few minutes and eat up.”

“Thanks, I’m gonna need it.”

You eat quickly and decide to deal with Steve first. The door to his study opens abruptly and Peter is standing there, he gives you a small nod and a tight lipped smile. He already knows you were going to talk to Steve about it so he just moves out of the way to let you in and closes the door behind him.

“Good morning Y/N, how are you?” Bucky says in way too good of a mood.

Steve looks up at you curiously. The look on your face lets him, Bucky and Sam know that you aren’t in the mood for small talk.

“Is everything ok?” Steve asks.

“No, everything is not ok. Can you tell me why you had Peter following me over the weekend?”

Steve drops the pen he’d been using and sits back in his chair. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him as you wait for an answer.

“I like to make sure all of my employees are well taken care of. I was under the impression that you were facing a problem and I want to know what it is so that I can help.”

“And you couldn’t have just asked me?”

“Would you have told me?”

“No because it’s none of your fucking business.” You spat back at him.

“We’ll give you two some privacy.”

Sam nodded to the door, he and Bucky left you alone with Steve. He immediately got up and sat at the edge of his desk.

“Whatever it is, you know I can help, so what's going on?”

“You know how you can help, by minding your own business and staying out of mine.”

“Why are you being so defensive? I just want to make sure that you have what you need. Why can’t you just accept my help?” Steve’s voice was getting louder with every word and he was standing up straighter with his shoulders squared. You were infuriating and he wasn’t sure why he put up with you.

“So that you can use it as a way to force me to sleep with you? If I wanted your help I would have asked for it, did you ever think of that?”

Steve pinned you to your spot with a hardened stare. That was the man so many feared and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You know nothing about me. I don’t need to force anyone to sleep with me. But you don’t have to worry about that, you’ll have to beg me before I touch you. In regards to your problem, I’ll back off but if you need the money I’m sure Coulson can find you extra work.”

You scoff. “That’s your problem, you think everything can be solved with money or your influence.”

“Boss, we have a name-“

The door swung open and the tension between you and Steve popped like a bubble. You took a step back realizing for the first time how close you had been.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were busy. I can come back.”

“Don’t worry Yelena. Ms. Y/L/N was just leaving.” He turns back to sit behind his desk and doesn’t look at you again.

You give Yelena a smile that doesn't reach your eyes and close the door on your way out. In the kitchen Bucky, Sam and Dom are all talking in hushed tones and the conversation stops completely when Sam sees you walk in.

“Is everything ok Mia Cara?” Dom asks and you just shake your head.

“I would quit if I didn’t need the money. I mean who the fuck does he think he is? He’s just a big stupid manwhore that thinks he owns everyone.”

They watch you pace back and forth in the kitchen as you ramble. Bucky hides a smile behind his hand while Sam and Dom exchange amused glances.

“What happened? Is there anything we can do to help?”

“He had Peter follow me over the weekend. What kind of invasion of privacy is that?” You stop and turn to look at the men. “Then he has the nerve to say that he only wants to help me. Well I didn’t ask for his help or anyone else’s help for that matter.”

Dom nods in understanding, it has nothing to do with you and everything with protecting Elijah. Sam and Bucky however look confused.

“Are you in trouble, doll?”

“What is it with you all thinking I’m in trouble?”

“I know you don’t want to hear this but Steve wouldn’t have done that unless he had a reason to do it. He does genuinely care about people.” Sam adds.

A disbelieving laugh escapes you.

“Yeah he sells drugs and guns and who knows what else because he cares about people.”

Bucky is grinning at you now and you relax a bit and smile back. “This is why I like you.” He says.

You hum in agreement as you pull your phone out of your back pocket. The smile you just had disappears completely at the text that Eli has gotten worse.

“I have to go, please tell Coulson.” You say over your shoulder but it was mostly directed at Dom.

“Is everything ok with her?” Sam asks the older man.

“That’s up to her to share.”

“So Steve was right to worry.”

“Buck, let it go. Don’t push her please.”

“Alright.” Bucky held his hands up defensively. “We have to get back to work anyway.” He announced and left to meet up with Steve.

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Steve was still in a mood after speaking with Yelena about the current issues he was having with his men being attacked. It had nothing to do with that issue and everything to do with you.

“Get Y/N in here I need to talk to her.” He said to no one specifically.

“She’s gone Steve.”

The statement made Steve’s stomach drop. It must have been obvious in his face because Sam had to clear up what Bucky meant.

“She had some sort of emergency at home I think. She just left for the day.”

“Fine.” He nods once. “That’s everything for now. Let me know what Clint and Nat have finished up with their plan.” Sam and Bucky gave small oks and left him alone with his thoughts.

Steve was still trying to figure out what you were so afraid of. Now with the news that you had to leave due to an emergency he was even more curious.

His cell rings and he grabs it from where it was laying on the desk. Looking at the number he sighs.

“What do you want, Hansen?” His voice teetered between ice cold and angry.

“Well shit, that’s how you’re going to greet an old colleague?”

“I don’t have time for your bullshit. What do you want?”

“I possibly have a lead on the elusive leader of the black order, thought you might be interested.”

“How much is the information going to cost?” Although Steve didn’t want to work with Hansen, he needed the information.

“Why don’t I stop by in a few days? We can catch up.”

“Fine.” Steve said and hung up before he heard a reply.

Steve would have to put his thoughts of you on the back burner. He didn’t like Lloyd Hansen but if he had information on the black order he needed to know.

The sooner he got rid of the threat the sooner he could get back to normal. He would push his thoughts of you aside and focus on his business deals. Putting someone else first almost cost him everything once, he won’t allow you to be his downfall this time around.

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💔And I'm so sorry that I failed you || Peter parker X DEAD ! GN! Reader

Summary: Peter visits Y/N's gravesite and tells them everything that they've missed since they've been gone. 

Contents: dead reader, mentions of death, Peter couldn't save reader, hurt/no comfort, angst

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It was a perfectly gloomy day, clouds looming over New York City, the occasional drizzle falling down onto the people of the bustling city. Peter sighed, head pressed against the glass of the car window, flowers clutched in his hands resting in his lap. They were Y/n's favorite flowers, and he took them every time he visited them. Most of his visits were short, as he couldn't bring himself to stay there for more than a few minutes at a time, but today was different. Today was the one-year anniversary of their death, and Peter thought that deserved to know everything that they had missed since being gone. 

He blamed himself for their death. It had been during the fight with Harry Osborn, they had fallen off the clock tower and he tried to save them, but they were falling too fast and their spine and neck snapped as they were caught by the web. There was no way he could've saved them, but he always blamed himself for their death. The truth was, he was in love with them, but he never got the chance to say it, they died before he was brave enough to say three simple words. He hated himself for being such a coward. 

He was broken out of his thoughts as May placed a hand on his shoulder, "We're here, sweetheart. Remember, we'll stay as long as you need to, okay?" she said softly, rubbing his shoulder as he sat up straight, hands shaking a little bit. "Want me to stay in here so you can talk to them in private?" 

"Please." Peter said softly, looking at his aunt with a broken smile. He opened the car door and stepped out, the cold air hitting his face. He started to walk over to their grave, hands shaking more as he felt his heart rate accelerate. He could feel tears forming already in his eyes, just at the idea of seeing their grave. He had never made it more than three minutes without bursting into tears, and today every single emotion of his was heightened. 

He finally arrived at their grave and sighed, leaning down and placing the flowers on their tombstone. "Hey, Y/n, how've you been?" he asked, a broken smile forming on his face. "I know, it's been a few weeks since we've seen each other, I've been busy, doing Spider-Man stuff...saving the city. " His words were shaky and his breathing was uneven. " I've also been avoiding you, I know, how cruel of me. " he said with a broken laugh. 

"It just hurts to not hear your voice anymore, to not be able to see your smile or hold you in my arms. I've managed to last a whole year so far, but god, it's been so hard." He said as tears fell free, streaming down his face. "Look at me, I'm already crying like a baby." he attempted to joke, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "Must be record timing. Haven't even been here a minute." He said softly, sniffling and trying to stifle his sobs. 

"Anyway, I know i don't normally stay here that long, but since it's been a year, I thought you should know everything that you've missed since you...passed. " he muttered, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a list. 

"May is going to nursing school again, she's passing all of her classes. I'm so proud of her for pursuing her dreams. She's close to graduating." He said, a tear falling down onto the paper and smudging some of the words. 

"Gwen got into Oxford, she's been doing really good there. She's gonna come and visit you sometime soon, a special trip just to see you. Isn't that great?" He asked, wiping his tears and snot from his face once again. 

"I still haven't picked out a college yet- I know, how stupid of me. I have so much potential and I shouldn't waste it. it's just hard to think about leaving you behind. " He choked out, the paper in his hands quivering because his hands were shaking so badly. 

"That deli you really liked- it has a sandwich named after you, it's your favorite sandwich to order from that place. Mr. Wayne told me to tell you that he misses your smile, and your tips. " He said with a broken laugh. "He thought you'd laugh at that. "

" I tried getting a tattoo in your honor, found out that my skin heals too fast to get one. It was gone in a few days, unfortunately. So I just wear a necklace with your picture instead. It's cheesy, you'd hate it. " He smiled softly, biting back more sobs. He folded the paper back up, stuffing it into his pocket as the trickle of tears turned into a downpour, sobs escaping his mouth. 

"I miss you. Every day I miss you. Every day I look in the mirror and ask, 'why couldn't I save them?' Every day I regret telling you that I'm Spider-Man. Every single damn day I regret becoming Spider-Man. The mask is a painful reminder that no matter how many people I save, I can never make up for who I lost. But I can't stop saving people. It's just not in my nature." He muttered out, falling down to his knees in front of the grave. 

" But I would give it all away, just to be able to see you one last time, to be able to hold you in my arms and feel you against me, one last time. To be able to crack a joke and hear you laugh and see you smile one last time. To be able to hear your voice, one last time. I would give up everything I have to be able to see you again. To be able to say a proper good-bye. " he sobbed out, just letting it all out. 

"I don't deserve to wear the mask. I'm just a coward hiding under the guise of someone strong. Hiding beneath the powers, but they don't make me brave. I couldn't even tell you three simple words. I couldn't tell you how I felt about you. " He closed his eyes tightly, feeling small drops of rain begin to fall from the sky onto his hands and face. 

"Every day I'm plagued by words I couldn't say. But I think it's finally time I say them. Y/n L/n, I love you. I always have, and I'm so sorry that I failed you." 

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Summary: Alden mistakes your relationship with Tobias Fornell for something it is not

Warnings: talks of grief, mentions of Emily Fornell's death, attack by a frame, wound, blood, jealousy, NCIS normal stuff

Author's note: I still think Emily's death was unnecessary but that's another debate. I had to give Tobias love bc damnit, he deserves the world. Based on ep 19x17 'Starting Over'

Permission ~ Alden Parker

Seeing Tobias Fornell walking into the bullpen brought some familiarity that instantly warmed your heart. You rushed to him, arms extended and hugged him pretty tight. "Hi sweetheart," he whispered, kissing the side of your head and returning the hug. He then greeted the rest of the team, included Alden, whom he hasn't seen in a long time. You smiled seeing them being friendly with each other and wished to see more of that.

Tobias started to talk about the victim, whom he sponsored in the grieving group, but it wasn't any help as Tobias thought Thomas was making progress. Eventually, the team got back to their desks to keep investigating while your favorite person said he was going to say hello to Jimmy down in Autopsy.

"Permission to go with?" You asked Alden.

"Um, yeah, sure."

You immediately grabbed Tobias's hand and the two of you walked towards the elevator, unaware that Alden stared until you were out of sight. In the elevator, the former FBI agent pulled you in for another hug. "How are you today, T?" You asked softly.

"I feel like I failed Thomas." He sighed. "But I'm glad to see you. I miss you."

"I miss you too. I'm sorry work has been crazy lately,"

"Hey, hey, don't apologize. I know how it is. I guess I miss having you at home."

After Emily's death, you made the choice to move in with Tobias without asking for his opinion. He was a mess - fairly so - and you didn't like the idea of him being alone. So you had grabbed your essentials, and made yourself at home in his spare bedroom. To be fair, Tobias hadn't had the strength to fight you on this, so he just let you. He even let you when you took a few days off to stay with him, try to get him out of bed even if it was just for a walk around the block. He let you feed him, hug him as he cried, take care of the house. You also took care of Emily's funeral and all the paperwork as Tobias couldn't bring himself to do it. He was dead inside and if it wasn't for you, he probably would've done the irreparable.

"You literally packed my stuff and brought them back to my place." You reminded him.

"Because an amazing woman like you shouldn't be living with her old ass broken friend." He kissed your cheek. "Alden wouldn't understand." He softly smiled.

"We are so not doing this again."

Luckily the elevator's doors opened immediately after.

The case was moving forward, and Tobias stayed around. He clearly wanted to be a part of the case, probably out of guilt and also perhaps he missed working cases. However Alden wasn't giving him anything to do, which makes sense when you think about it - he wasn't a federal agent anymore - but that frustrated you. Seeing your friend walking around the office like a lost puppy hurt.

"I can give T my laptop and he can help me with my research." You offered.

"I said no, Agent L/N." Alden answered firmly. "You're actually coming with me to see this other woman."

You sighed but grabbed your stuff anyways. You kissed Tobias's cheek before leaving, "Sorry I tried." You whispered.

Throughout the elevator ride and the walk to the car, you could feel Alden's frustration. He wasn't speaking to you like he usually is, he wasn't even looking at you. "T could use the distraction." You said, as you got into the car.

"It doesn't have to be our case. He's not an fed anymore and he knew the victim."

"And he feels like he failed the guy! Helping us would actually help him."

"Wow." Alden chuckled dryly.

"What?"

"For years I've heard about this girl who would protect Fornell with her life, go after anyone who went after him. I honestly thought she didn't exist, but boy was I wrong."

"Do you have a problem with my relationship with Tobias?" You asked, slightly offended.

"As long as it doesn't interfere with your work and our cases, I honestly don't care."

You switched from offended to hurt. How stupid were you for thinking that Alden may reciprocate your crush. He clearly wasn't, he couldn't care less about you on a personal level. You stayed silent the rest of the ride, looking at the city through the window. Alden didn't talk either.

The silence treatment didn't stay on for long, as Thomas's other girlfriend threw a frame at Alden's after he told her about his actual wife. You jumped from the couch to check on him. "Alden, hey! You okay? Can you hear me?" He was holding his forehead but you still saw some blood dripping. "Let me see." You gently pulled his hand away and check at the wound. "Yeah you're gonna need some stitches."

The woman was still crying and shouting at you two to get out of her house. For a moment, you consider arresting her for assaulting a federal agent, but Alden simply said 'let's go' and you were walking back to the car.

You started to fish inside his coat pocket. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for the car keys." You checked the other one.

"Pants." He said, leaning against the car. "Tell me you have a tissue or something?"

After looking at him for a second, you shrugged and searches for the keys in his pants pockets. You knew it was highly inappropriate but your hands behind so close to him and his crotch, did something to you. You took a deep breath before opening the car. Once inside, you took your knife and cut a piece of your shirt. "Again, what are you doing?"

"You need some tissue."

"Well yeah but not from your own clothes."

"I don't have anything else, so it's either that or your fancy suit."

He sighed but didn't argue. You pulled his hand away again, and started to clean the blood that dripped out of the wound. You were so gentle, and so close to Alden, it made him uncontrollably blush. When you brushed his hair away, he closed your eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling. "I'm not hurting you?" You asked softly, making his heart go faster.

"N-no. It's okay."

"It's going to be fun for you to explain this scar." You giggled.

"Better than explaining the one I have on my thigh."

When he saw the curiosity on your face and your grin, he regretted every word. "Don't--"

"What happened to your thigh, Alden?" You asked, still grining. "Hold this until you get back to the office."

"I won't tell you."

You settled back into your seat and started to drive. "I can be pretty annoying and stubborn."

"Yeah, I gathered that."

You gave a death stare but a few seconds later, you were both laughing.

You didn't bother going to the bullpen but instead took Alden immediately to Jimmy in Autopsy, where Tobias and Grace were.

"I got an patient for you, Jim!" You announced almost cheerfully.

"Oh wow, what happened to you, Parker?"

Alden sat on the chair Jimmy gave him. "He got attacked by a frame." You told them, after hugging Grace.

"Aaah, those nasty things." Tobias chuckled. You moved close to him, as he was leaning against an autopsy table. You grabbed his arm with yours and leaned your head on his shoulder, and started to tell the full story while Jimmy was patching up Alden. He barely looked at you or Tobias.

Alden really tried to avoid you after that, but it was almost impossible. He hated how you told the story of his wound, not because you were saying it with a smile, but because all he could think about was the after, in the car. He could still smell you from up close, he could still feel your minty breath on his face. He's never been into a friend's girlfriend before and he had no idea what to do. All he knew was how he hated whenever you hug, kissed or touched Tobias, how jealous he felt when he heard you and Tobias making plan for the evening. Clearly you were spending the night at T's place, and he wished it was him. He almost found an excuse to make you stay but realized how petty that was. This case couldn't end fast enough.

The next day, Alden was relieved to see you coming in without Tobias. You stopped at his desk, to grab a pastry and leaned a little to have a closer look at his wound. "It's good you don't have a bruise or anything else. It is hurting?" You asked. He wished you weren't this sweet and thoughtful with him.

"It throbs at times but it's okay. I'll live."

"Good, would be a shame to lose you to a framed picture." You smiled and walked to your own desk.

A minute later, a text popped on his phone. 'What happened to your thigh?' he read. He looked up to you and you were looking all innocent, concentrating on your computer.

'None of your business. Stop thinking about my thigh and get to work.' he answered, and regretted it immediately. Was he flirting with you through texts? God, Tobias was going to give him a matching wound on the other side.

'Can't help it. Is it a big or small scar? Where is it exactly?'

Were you flirting back? Alden's head was exploding. What kind of woman were you to do something like this? And why couldn't stop himself from answering.

'Want me to show you?'

'Bet.'

It was official, Alden Parker was going to hell. But he was happy cause he knew he would take you with him.

It wasn't a Tobias Fornell free day. He showed up in the afternoon to check on the team and the case. Alden agreed for him to have an update, which you happily gave him. Tim and Nick were out of the office to interrogate your other suspect, and Jess was in the lab, checking things with Kasie. So, Tobias simply grabbed a chair and settled next to you. Alden felt extremely uncomfortable, especially when he noticed how your behavior towards his friend was the same. Like there hasn't been some speakable texts between you two earlier. He felt bad for Tobias. The man has been through so much over the years and now this.

At some point, Alden couldn't take it anymore so he excused himself and walked away. Almost immediately, Tobias kissed your cheek and said he'd be right back. "Fornell, don't do whatever I feel like you're gonna do!" You exclaimed.

"I love you." He mouthed and disappeared at the same corner Alden did. You sighed and your heart started to race.

When Alden saw Tobias coming in the bathroom, he expected to be punch soon enough. Should he prepared himself to duck or should he let Fornell hit him? After all, he did deserve that punch and maybe more. But Tobias was smiling.

"You okay, Fornell?"

"Are you?"

"I-huh? Yeah?"

"How long are you going to beat around the bush, Parker?"

"Um, what? What are you talking about?"

"I know that Gibbs had the rule 12 about dating a coworker. And Y/N learned the job through his rules, but come on. This one has been broken many times, even by Gibbs himself."

"Look Tobias, I'm sorry, okay? I know I shouldn't be interested your girlfriend, and it'll go away. I promise you, nothing--" Alden stopped when he heard a laugh coming from Tobias.

"Wait, you think she's my girl?"

"She's not?" Alden exclaimed, a bit to intensely.

"Okay, let's go get a coffee."

In the breakroom, they sat at a table, cups of coffee in front of them. "I'm gonna be honest, if my life has been different and if I was significantly younger, she would have a ring around her finger and I'd have kicked your ass." Tobias started.

"Fair enough."

"My relationship with her is--special, to say the least. A while ago, she named us 'platonic soulmates' and I guess it fits." Alden nodded. "And if you want to date her, you're gonna have to be okay with that."

"Obviously." Alden chuckled. "Clearly if she had to choose, it'd be you." He took a sip of his coffee. "But even though I'm slightly younger than you, I'm still much older than her."

"And does it seem like something she would mind?" Alden shook his head no after a few seconds. "Look man, you will not be able to help a better partner than her. We're talking about someone who moved in with me after my daughter passed away to support me. She even used her vacation time for that. She handled everything for me, even though she was hurt too cause she knew Emily for almost ten years. I literally had to move her out of my place, and honestly, I only did after she told she had a crush on you."

Alden was extremely moved by what he was hearing. He knew you were someone very special, someone who would give and do everything for the ones she loves, but this was another level. It made him fall for you even more.

"I don't even know what to say." He answered honestly.

"She deserves to be happy and loved. And as much as I love her, it's a different kind of love. Not the kind of love, I know you can give her."

Alden stayed silent. "However, if you just want to hook up cause she's insanely hot, find someone else."

"That's not the kind of man I am."

"I believe you. But never forget that I still have a gun, and you saw me use it a few times."

The case finally came to an end, and you were all very happy and relieved. Alden has been distant from you since his conversation with Tobias and T refused to tell you what they talked about. It was driving you crazy, and even making you feel uncomfortable whenever your team leader was around. What did he know? What did he think?

After coming back from the lab to the bullpen, you were surprised to see everyone was gone except for Alden, who was still typing at his computer. "Where's everyone?" You asked, avoiding looking at him.

"I sent them home."

"Oh, okay."

You started to work on your paperwork again before Alden spoke up again. "You can go too. Tobias is probably waiting for you."

This time, you did look at Alden who was still focus on his screen. "Wait, what do you think my relationship with Toby is exactly?"

Alden finally stopped typing and looked up to you. "What is your relationship with Tobias exactly?" He asked.

You sighed. This was taking you back a few years back when the guy you were dating was getting jealous of Tobias, accusing you of having an affair with him, being in love with him. And you hated that. "Like I said, if you have a problem with--" Alden stood up from his chair and walked over to your desk. He leaned against it, his body fairly close to you.

"I don't have any problem with it. It's obvious that if I want to have you, I need to accept him."

You looked at him, all lost and confused. "Wait--what? What do you--? What?"

Chuckling, Alden crotched down and made you chair spin so you were facing him. "Would you allow me to take you on a date? I've got Tobias's permission." He said with a huge smile.

You stayed silent for a moment, mouth opened. "Are you serious, right now?"

He stood up just enough so that he could grab your chin and gently pressed his lips against the corner of your mouth. You melted under his touch. "Very serious."

"Will you show me your thigh and tell me the story?" You whispered making him laugh.

#ncis #alden parker #alden parker imagine #alden parker fanfic #ncis fanfiction #alden parker x reader #ncis imagine #tobias fornell #tobias fornell x reader #kinda

[parkerpeter24]

bloody love . part 1

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, unrequited love, no happy ending, heavy angst, mentions of blood, mentions of vomiting, fluff if you squint really hard, please read at your own discretion.

w.c. ➳ 2k

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

what is hanahaki!au? “the hanahaki disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s lungs will fill up with flowers, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals.”

idk if i really wanted this fic to be tasm!peter or mcu!peter but hey there’s gwen in it, so maybe let’s go with tasm sksksks

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

peter never thought he’d get bitten by a radioactive spider.

he never thought his life would come spiralling down to this. he’d met gwen stacy when he was a sophomore in highschool and now that he felt like he was almost in a place to start a relationship with her, he started to notice how you had distanced yourself from him. he saw you less and less as the days passed by. you were not at the basketball practice, he never saw you during lunch, or in the library, despite it being your favorite place.

it was as if you’d disappeared from the school.

or worse, from his life.

he came to your window after a long night and knocked just for silence from your end but as expected, the window was open, and you were familiar with him barging in at unusual times.

peter entered the room and slid the window to a close. He took off his mask and threw it over to your bed, waiting for you to enter your room any minute but the next thing he noticed was a drop of blood.

and another. and another. a whole trail of tiny droplets of ruby red leading up to your bathroom and peter’s own blood ran cold. once again he was alarmed, thinking of the worst possible scenario as he followed it up to your bathroom.

wrapping his hand around the metal knob, peter turned it as quietly as possible. and it opened up to one of the most horrific scenes he would have probably witnessed throughout his lifetime. you were hunched over the toilet, coughing wildly. there were the same droplets of blood over the toilet seat, a few bloody petals fallen over the purple carpet of your bathroom.

“y/n?” he called out in horror as you breathed out a deep sigh. you had emptied out all contents into the toilet but even with shaky hands you scrambled to grab the petals and throw them in the water before you flushed it all down.

“peter, what uh, what are you doing here?” you said in a quiet voice, going over to the sink.

“y-you had blood, on the floor, on the toilet, o-on your shirt” the brunette pointed out. you could see the look of concern etched onto his face and you looked away as your heart fluttered in your chest. you didn’t need that right now, “what’s happening?”

“it’s nothing. i just want some water.” before you could make any attempt to leave the washroom, peter was on his toes.

“i’ll get it for you! warm water, that’ll help you feel better,” peter said, walking out quickly, “while you should change and get into bed.”

peter never thought he’d be able to muster the courage to talk after he’d seen you like that. you looked in so much pain. he wondered what could it be as he let the water boil for you. he brought you a glass of lukewarm water and pulled your study chair so he could sit beside you.

you were now sitting on your bed, back against the pillows supported by the headboard and sheets pulled up over your leg. you sipped on the water silently, hindering peter’s questions.

“you never answered my question.” you were, however, the first one to break the silence.

“you never answered mine.” peter countered, his voice low, worried. you couldn’t meet his eyes even if you tried because you knew the concern in them would break you.

“you’re wrong. i told you it’s nothing.”

“y/n, i-”

“i’m fine, peter.” you declared before he could even finish his sentence.

“i haven’t seen you in school for a whole week.” the brunette opted for a change of topic when you seemed unwilling to talk about yourself. another wave of silence settled in the room as neither of you knew what to say next, that is, unless peter did, “a-are you sick?” his voice came in as a soft whisper, as if he was afraid to speak.

“i don’t know.” you gulped, breathing almost normally now. peter didn’t know if he was supposed to overlook those blood stains covering your carpet, “it’s complicated.”

peter moved swiftly, sitting down close to the edge of your bed, “make me understand, then. please.” his hand went and placed itself over your knee. your eyes flicked up to catch his, chocolate brown irises swimming in concern.

“peter i-it’s not that easy.” you pleaded, unable to peel your eyes off of his.

your caring best friend didn’t need to know that your little problem had started almost two months back. although you had known peter since sophomore year, you realized you were in love with him when he offered to drop you home after the halloween movie night had ended up being a little too scary. he waited until you were inside the safety of your room and waved him goodbye through your window.

but two months ago, you felt a sting in your chest, it didn’t feel like a big deal but over time, it started getting harder and harder for you to breathe. when you told your mom that you couldn’t breathe, she rushed you to the hospital.

the doctor had said it was a rare condition and the first thing your mom asked was if it was genetic. she told the doctor she’d been through the same thing and later when you asked her what had happened, she told you about how she had found a guy whom she really liked, but when she told him that, the response she found was anything but nice. she suffered for a long time until she finally decided to get surgery.

“but it must’ve still hurt?” you asked her, eyebrows furrowed

“i’d never have to worry about him anymore, because with the flowers gone, all the feelings are gone too.” she told you with a smile, thinking she was helping your case.

“but i- i don’t wanna forget peter.” you said, voice shaky as tears pooled in your eyes.

your mom wiped away the tears that slid down your cheeks before giving you a sad smile, “i’m really sorry, sweetheart. and it’s not that you’ll forget that boy completely. you just won’t feel the same for him.”

“but what about our friendship?”

“you can always re-establish a friendship.” she said, helping you sit up over the almost too tiny bed for dinner.

“it won’t be the same though.”

the next day, the doctor had told you to rest and take some time to figure out if you were ready for a surgery, which led you to this moment.

“i have all the time. i miss you, (y/n/n). please tell me what’s wrong. don’t cut me off, please.” each word out of peter was cutting through the wall you’d tried to build around yourself.

“i’m not cutting you off, peter. i was gonna join school from monday, next week.”

“oh. really?” peter asked, leading you to nod your head in response. he gave you a little smile, though not really convinced, “i was just really worried about you.”

“don’t be.” you returned his smile, “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

peter found himself getting off your bed, not having anything else to continue this conversation with you. he really wanted to ask you what was the fuss with all the blood but you wouldn’t answer him.

“i’ll see you.” he nodded, starting to walk away, but something stopped him in his tracks, as if he’d forgotten something. he made a swift move back to your side, leaning down and catching you by surprise when his lips met your forehead. the touch seemed to linger a moment before he moved back, just enough to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry i’ve been a shitty friend. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

your entire face was feeling warm with the proximity and all you could do was nod.

peter gave you a smile before rushing off to your window and swinging away from you.

the next day you met peter with a smile, as if nothing was wrong. he returned your smile, wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s awesome to finally have you back!” ned chimed in from behind, causing the brunette to pull away from you, “me and peter were starting to think we’d just have to finish the lego death star without you!”

you chuckled, “there’s no way i would’ve let that happen now is there?”

for a moment everything was starting to feel alright as your two friends helped you catch up on everything that happened for the week you were gone. even flash was acting nice around you for some unknown reason, you thought it was probably because he too– just like peter– thought you were sick.

your happiness was short-lived, though, because as soon as you reached the homeroom, your trio found gwen at the door, “hey, guys!” she smiled and you tried your best to muster half of the one she gave you.

ned pulled you inside, leaving peter with the blonde girl, “come on, let’s let the love birds chat.”

you tried to act normal, ignoring the sting of pain that shot through your chest.

the first few classes weren’t as terrible as you’d imagined. peter had promised you that he would make up to you. you just wanted to look forward to that and not worry about two teenagers, spotting whom could lead you to throw up a garden of blood.

“i’m not gonna lie though, peter kept buying chocolate milkshakes everyday for you, it was driving me crazy.” gwen rolled her eyes sarcastically, making you and your friends laugh. her wonderful nature only made it hard to be mad.

somehow you kept circling back to yourself as the root cause of your situation. you should never have fallen in love with peter parker.

if only you’d never fallen in love with him, you wouldn’t have to suffer the pain everytime peter and gwen’s fingers brushed over the table. you tried to take a deep, shuddered breath, playing with the peas on your plate. your appetite dissolved further as the petals multiplied in your lungs.

after the last bell, you and peter were walking towards the exit when gwen called out his and your name, rushing over to the two of you. peter grinned and asked her what was up. the two of them laughed and talked while you found yourself standing in the corner.

“hey, maybe i should get going.” you suggested to peter, tugging at the straps of your bag.

“oh, no, no, wait just a minute. i will stop hogging him from you, don’t worry.” gwen chuckled, returning her attention to peter.

you just stood there, looking around, not focusing on their conversation really. you stopped listening after you heard gwen invite peter over for dinner over at her place. it was getting harder to breathe but you gulped down the feeling, just wanting to reach home and empty your lungs.

the chain of thoughts was disrupted when your eyes caught another sight of your two friends. gwen leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on peter’s cheek and air got stuck in your lungs, it suddenly became very hard to breathe. your throat filled up as you coughed, feeling that familiar coppery taste on your tongue.

“hey, y/n, you okay?” you heard peter ask but it was too late, blood was everywhere, in your mouth, thrumming through your ears.

uh oh.

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[jell0buss-37]

hiiiii i am absolutely in LOOOVEEEE with your fics<3333

i wanted to request something for peter b parker x fem!reader where it’s just a day in their life (domestic fic basically :3) like the reader owns a flower shop so she gets dressed in the morning so she can open it all while peter is watching her from the bed and talking about all the plans she has for today (and maybe telling her why she can’t stay for awhile in bed with him🤭🤭) then maybe once she’s at the shop, peter stops by to talk to her and leaves her lunch so she isn’t hungry :33

AND maybe possibly peter helping an old lady pick out some flowers and reader being surprised he knows what flowers go with what LMAO

i hope this makes sense and i would love to see what you do with this<33333

have an amazing day/night 🤍

This is so cute 🥺 and thank you!! I hope you like it. I got to use my flower language!

A day with Peter B!

He's most likely coming in from a long night of being spiderman, slipping out of his suit and under the covers next to you around 6 in the morning

You usually wake up around that same time, and aren't usually in bed at the same time as him, usually just walking out as he walks in

But it's a Sunday

And so you both cuddle in the early hours of the day, quiet mumbles passed between you two

Because it was Sunday, you opened your flower shop at 10 instead of 7 in the morning

You had sat up in bed at about 8, his arms around your waist and his head nestled into your stomach, your legs on either side of him, running your fingers through his hair, as he sighs in content

These were his favorite moments

He's dozing off, completely at peace, when you have to get up and start getting ready

He tightens his arms around you, a sound of protest leaving his lips

"Gimme like... 5 more days." "Pete, I have to make breakfast at least."

You end up having to get a muffin at a coffee shop near your flower shop

By around 12:30, he stops by to do his daily visit

"You never gave me my goodbye kiss :(" "Petie, you had your head under the pillows. I had to kiss your shoulder." "It's not the same :((("

He brings you some of his brownies that he had made at around 11 when he woke up that day before heading to see you

You two sit in the back office as he tells you about how his night went

He also brought the leftovers from last night that you had set aside for him

"This was my third plate. Your lasagna always hits the spot honey!"

In turn you tell him about your day so far, and he listens intently. No matter how wild his life as a hero is, he always finds your life interesting

You guys actually met when he was stopping these robbers from breaking into your store. You had been in the back, a baseball bat by your side, shaking

You almost hit him, but he dodged it and helped calm you down

He thought you were really headstrong, and stopped by the next day

He actually was too scared to talk to you, his confidence leaving him every time you'd smile

It took him a week to properly start talking to you

And you've been inseparable since

You guys finish your little lunch at around 1:30

On his way out, he quickly picks out a bouquet and hands it to what looked like a new couple

"Get her some red tulips and red roses. It means I love you newly in flower talk."

He absolutely loves whenever you'd ramble on about different flowers and what they meant

You were always so passionate whenever you spoke about them

And it made you blush whenever you catch him staring at you with such a lovesick look in his eyes

And so you couldn't help but smile whenever he'd help out your customers

He leaned over the counter, planting a big ol kiss to your lips, grabbing your face between his hands

"Big Smooch!" He'd say before doing it

"There's more where that came from ;)"

It always left you flustered, even after he'd flash that goofy grin and flutter his eyelashes at you, almost skipping out the door and on his way back to your guys' apartment

He usually goes back to take his evening nap before you came home to wake him up and have dinner with him before he went to work as the vigilante on Sundays

But when you get off of work at 7:00, you're surprised to see him waiting outside your door, wearing a suit and holding one of your favorite dresses, along with some of your shoes and some of your makeup

"Get ready, doll face. I'm taking you out tonight, and taking the night off to romance your ass."

You roll your eyes, before getting changed in your office, dressing up nicely for him

"Okay pretty lady, hang on tight!"

He swings you two over to a nice restaurant

You guys enjoy a night of laughter and good food, drinking wine and having a lovely date at 8:30

By 9:30 or 10, it didn't really matter, you guys were back in your living room, dancing to a song neither of you cared to learn the name of

You'd start out fast dancing, honestly just stumbling and shuffling around eachother

Then eventually he'd hold you in his arms, your head on his shoulder, his hand holding yours over his heart, the other wrapped safely around your waist. Ever the gentleman

Eventually you'd doze off, and he'd carry you to bed and watch you as you rest peacefully, his heart racing as he watches you

By 11:30, you both are out like a light, in each other's arms and dreaming of more days like this

#peter benjamin parker #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcannons

[loverforfanfiction]

[This is my first request]

Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend

Tony stark

:he wouldn't have a problem

:but I think it would be his first time

:he would think your pretty and weight wouldn't matter

:he loved every thing about you and your weight just adds to it

:he would praise you for being you

Steve rogers

:as you know from back in the day he had the hots for Peggy so it took a long time to even notice you

:you were a friend of Tony's and he had invited you to a avengers party

:he would always see you around but what caught his eye was what you were wearing

:he thought you were beautiful

:and sooner or later he asked you out and yes he shocked himself

:he didn't think weight matter [ he is a super solider]

: your weight didn't make him love you any less

Bucky barnes

:when he first saw you ohhh he had never seen someone more beautiful but then his insecurities came back

:sooner or later he got the courage to talk to you and the rest is history

:he never really thought about your weight though

:but when he did nothing changed he thought you were like a pillow full of love

Clint Barton

:since he was usually on the job it took long for him to notice

:you were a shield agent and nats best friend

So once he noticed you he thought of you as ever other girl nothing special till he got to know you

:and your weight didn't affect him he thought it was cute and loved to see u in his shirts

Loki

: since he was from asgard he didn't think about it as much

:he saw it as rare beauty because we're he was from he only had

The most finest of fine throwing thereselves at him

:but when he came to earth he saw you the star avenger but also the quietest

:but when he started dating you if anyone dare talk about your weight he turned them into a pig

:again weight didn't matter

Peter parker

:since he was still a teen he didn't really care he still had exploring to do also in dating

:so when he say you he thought "wow she must be new I should help her "

: you know how it goes friends to lovers and that was what you guys were

:your weight didn't matter he thought it helped you out it made you look better than the basic girls at school

Thor

:as also since he was from asgard he had the basic girls throwing them selves around

:but when he got to earth he say you for your true beauty your mind

:again weight didn't matter but his favorite things on you were jeans

Quicksliver

:he would find It very attractive

:he wouldn't care one bit about it

:if it didn't bother you it didn't bother him

:it was like a fluffy beautiful cuddle buddy

:he would fight if anyone said anything about your weight

Bruce banner [ I had the limit of gifs ]

:as you know he was the hulk him self so he felt like he didn't have a say about it

:but it didn't make him less attracted to you

:he would hulk if anyone talked about your weight

Sam wilson

:he really like really didn't care

:but if you cared he would be your talking buddy making sure your ok and knowing your loved

:and he would feed you alot [a bonus to dating the falcon ]

Last but not least ..... ant man

:again since he had problems himself he had no room to talk

:he had met you while you were walking and bumped into making you spill your drink

And offered to pay

:after that he asked for a date

:he loved you for your weight and it made him want you more

[This took me a hour to make so a like or a follow would be nice but you dont have to I write for fun so pls like so I know you want more this is my last writing tonight because i posted about 4 today but I will write tomorrow and I still am taking requests]

#avengers x fem!reader #ant man #steve rogers x reader #hulk x reader #tony stark x reader #loki x reader #bruce x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #bucky x plus size reader #peter parker x plus size reader #avengers x plus size reader #sam wilson #marvel x black!reader #marvel x reader

[withlove-amber]

All It Took

alden parker x reader

This is for my southern gals

(Y/N) has always loved country music. Ever since she was a little girl, she always loved the feelings of nostalgia and warmth they have always provided for her. Whenever she has a super long day that feels as though it will never end, all she has to do is put on a bit of country music, and everything else just fades away. One of her all-time favorite artists is Dolly Parton. So when her friend and the man she’s been in love with, Alden Parker, surprised her with Dolly Parton tickets, she very enthusiastically said, “Thank you! Oh my gosh Parker, thank you!” “Of course. I know how much you love Dolly and I just wanted to say thank you for your extra help recently.” Parker replied. It’s true he wanted to thank her for her extra help not only at work, but for being a friend when he needed one. 

The hug (Y/N) gave him was almost bone-crushing. It was much tighter than any other hug she had given him in the past year since he took over as team lead. Because (Y/N) is shorter than Alden, whenever they hug, her head barely touches his shoulder. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favorite things about her. He has a lot of favorite things about (Y/N). From the way she has compassion for everyone she meets to her passion and love for her job as an NCIS agent. Or maybe it was the way she’s constantly teaching him new things. From newer slang (there is an age gap), to how to get the very last bit of soil out of the bag. Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “When is the concert?” (Y/N) asked, looking up to Alden through her eyelashes, still in his warm embrace. “It’s in a couple months.” Parker replied, not wanting to let her go just yet.

~time skip couple months to concert~

(Y/N) was so nervously excited. Not just the fact that she was going to a Dolly Parton concert, but also the fact that she was going with Alden Parker. At first, (Y/N) wasn’t sure what she was going to wear, but after hours and hours of looking at photos of Dolly, she decided to go with a pair of flared denim jeans, and a red, white, and blue plaid shirt that she tied up to her midriff. She styled it with a denim jacket and her brown cowboy boots. (Y/N)’s makeup was super natural. All she did was use a tinted moisturizer, some blush, mascara, a few faux freckles, and a tinted lip balm. ‘Ding!’ (Y/N)’s phone went off, and when she picked it up, it was a text from Parker, saying he was almost there. With a knock on the door, (Y/N) gave her outfit one last glance, and she made sure she had everything she needed. 

“Hi.” (Y/N) said to Parker, who was dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a red plaid shirt. “You look amazing, (Y/N).” said Parker, slightly breathless. “Thank you, so do you.” (Y/N) replied, with a small blush forming on her cheeks from his sweet compliment. “Are you ready milady?” Parker asked, with a small blush of his own. “Mm-hmm. Thank you again for tonight, Parker.” “Alden, and you’re welcome.” He said. “Well then, Alden…” (Y/N) said, her voice a little more deep and sultry than normal. He opened the car door for her and drove to the concert. The next 3 hours were filled with laughter, delight, and scream-singing. Mostly on (Y/N)’s part, but Alden joined in too for some. (Y/N) hadn’t felt true delight like that in a long while. Neither has Alden for that matter. But there was something about seeing (Y/N) radiate the joy she was feeling all around her, that made him fall even more in love with her than he thought possible. And he was already very much in love with her. 

The drive back from the concert was filled with laughter and they talked about anything and everything. When they got to her house, neither one of them wanted to go their separate ways. So they spent the next minute in a very comfortable silence. He walked her to her door, and said, “I’m glad you had a great time tonight, (Y/N). I did too.” “I always have a good time when I’m with you, Alden.” (Y/N) wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but when their lips gently brushed across each other’s, it sent sparks through both of their bodies. And to think, all it took was a Dolly concert to make their dreams a reality. 

#ncis #alden parker x reader #alden parker #dolly parton

[websterss]

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 — 𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: I love your no way home imagines and I was wondering if you could write one where it’s tom!peter x reader where even after the spell, when peter walks into the diner the reader recognizes him and have a fluffy ending please? Thank you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): SERIOUS CASE OF FLOOF

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,303

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Pe-ter Par-ker.” You enunciated the pronunciation of the dorks name, hoping that would at least get MJ to have some recollection of the spiderling. “5’8, brown hair, has no game, and wears cheesy science t-shirts under flannels regardless of how many times you tell him he looks stupid?” You looked at her wide eyed. “Nothing!”

“Nope.”

You let out an exasperated laugh. Is she bullshitting you? Is there a camera somewhere? There isn’t…you looked. Your boss told you to stop cause you were starting to scare the customers.

“Okay, I see what this is!” You laughed thinking you were on to her little game. MJ stopped refilling the cup of coffee she was making, slowly turning her head at you with a startled expression. “I can play this game too, Michelle!” You exclaimed as you started backing away from her, keeping a pointed finger directed at her.

Ned who was usually too engrossed with what was going on, on his phone showed his concerns. “Is she okay?”

“I think she’s having a stroke.” She tilted her head and squinted at you.

“I’m not crazy, okay!” Your raised voice, startling, an old couple sat in the corner. “I’m not!”

“Who the heck is Peter Parker?” Ned’s face contorted in confusion.

Just then the doorbell of Peter Pan rang out, catching yours and everyone’s attention. A guy walked in holding a sheet of paper in his hands. Peter had gone over what he had written multiple times. He could recite it by memory by now, but every time he read it out loud. He reasoned that going up to three people who he was a stranger to and telling them about how Dr. Strange cast a spell that erased everyone’s memory of him in order to stop a multiverse disaster from happening, made him sound insane. He might as well have written ‘Crazy’ on his forehead to add to the effect. So, he decided to stop being a little bitch as you would tell him to do so, then pulled the door open and questioned how the hell he was going to convince you guys that you were all friends. Though that thought died instantly when you came out of nowhere scaring the shit out of him. He jumped back.

“Oh thank god!” You ran around the counter attacking him in a bone crushing embrace. “Peter!”

“I think he is…” MJ stared stunned with her mouth agape, pointing at you smothering the startled dude that walked in.

“Definitely a stroke.” Ned eyed you curiously talking to the complete stranger before diverting his attention back to his donut and the device in his hand.

“Oh yeah!” She agreed.

“Thank god you’re here! Oh my god, MJ and Ned are acting weird, more so than usual.” You shook your head. Peter tensed up as you kept rambling.

What was this? How did you know who he was? How come you didn’t forget him?

He honestly had no clue, but it didn’t matter because he felt the ache in his heart that was always in there, dissolve. He wanted nothing more than to let go of his longing wish to be able to talk to you…and tell you everything!

“I thought I was completely losing my shit, but of course…you walk in at the perfect time, once again, reassuring me that I’m not going bat shit crazy!” You sighed, trying to calm down your nerves. You stared at him with a hollow smile. “Where have you been? You haven’t been answering my calls. I was about to put together a search party, but…no one seems to know who you are. You’re basically a ghost…” You chuckled nervously. “I guess that spell really did work, huh?” You finally stopped and took a good look at him from head to toe. He looked like he was somewhat in a good place. Yet the eyes always tell what the outer appearance tries to hide. You could tell from the way his eyes watered that he was probably hurting. As for you, well you weren’t much different from that night. Exhausted and stressed out wondering where this boy was for the past two weeks. You’ve been losing your mind trying to find him. Though by the looks of it he seemed to be just fine. Like he wasn’t lost at all. “What?” You asked as he kept staring at you with a longing look.

“What?” He sniffled as he shook himself out of his thoughts.

“What, what? Where have you been?” You slapped the side of his arm. “I’ve been worried sick…” You frowned.

“I’ve been sorting things out.” Peter cleared his throat. “I got a new place!”

“Yeah?” You offered a supportive smile.

“Yeah…” He looked down at his feet.

“I’ve missed you.” You finally admitted.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked. His watery eyes meeting your dry ones.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you…” You reached forward and shoved his shoulder playfully.

“I’m here now.” He shrugged.

“Yeah now…why is that?” You crossed your arms.

“I thought that-” Peter looked around as he snapped both his thumbs and forefinger. “I thought that I could try making you remember who I was so I came in today.” He looked up at you with hopeful eyes. “I promised you guys I would make you remember.”

“Well it was about damn time. I was getting tired of you walking by the shop every day.” You teased him. “Although I don’t think you have to try hard with me, I remember just fine.” You looked him up and down.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to wrap my head around that.” Peter’s face scrunched in wonder.

“Who cares, I got you back!” You laughed. “You’re here, I’m here. Ned and MJ are too…” You glanced back over your shoulder. “Things can get back to normal soon.” You offered a smile.

“Yeah soon…” He half-heartedly laughed.

“What’s with the glum face? Isn’t this what you wanted? Us…all back together!”

“Yeah, yeah, of course I do!” Peter nodded. “But I-” He trailed off.

“But…?” You pushed him to continue.

“I just can’t help but think about the reason we’re all in this position in the first place.” Peter muttered. “People get hurt around me, Y/n.” He looked up at you with a frown. His eyes moved up to the bandaid on your temple. He reached up and gently caressed it, then let his hand drop. “You guys would be better off without me in your lives. I-I wasn’t even sure about coming in here today, but then I saw you and I just-” He stopped himself.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t remembered you?”

Peter choked on his words, shaking his head as he tried finding the right thing to say. “O-Order a coffee…” He flinched as he shrunk under your mean stare.

“You were gonna leave…weren’t you?” You uncrossed your arms and stood up taller.

Peter avoided your gaze. “You were!” You gasped.

“You’re such a dumbass!” You scoffed.

Peter was about to speak up and tell you that he was sorry but you cut him off by hugging him again. This time, slower and tighter. You placed your chin on his shoulder, gripping the back of his jacket. Peter’s breath shuddered as he let himself fall vulnerable in your arms. Closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.

“You Peter Parker are a serious dumbass, if you think for one second,” You pulled back to look at him. “One second that I could ever forget about you, okay?” Peter nodded, chuckling with tears in his eyes.

“Okay.”

“You’re kind of stuck with me.” You nodded with a smile. “Deal with it, bugboy.” You smirked as you began walking backwards, pulling him with you towards where MJ and Ned were.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter parker oneshot #my gif #writings by juls

[dainty-fingertips]

I looove your work about Otto! Would you maybe consider doing something where the reader works for him as a practice for university or something and is severely touch starved and lonely? And whenever someone touches her, she jumps and Otto thinks it's because she doesn't want to be touched but in reality she just feels worse afterwards and doesn't want people to know? And one evening she sees someone get hugged by him (maybe an old friend or something) and just breaks down because she's in love with him but can't imagine him returning her feelings? With a happy ending, please?

Okay, so that's a bit much and I totally get when you don't want to do that..

Thank you anyways so much for providing great content to us! Have a wonderful week! :)

see little openers and closers like that make me tear up :,) this ended up being like three times as long as any of my other oneshots so I hope you enjoy it, friend!!

Patience as a Virtue ||otto octavius x fem.touch-starved.reader

word count: 3464

summary: Two lucky students from MIT are selected for in-person training with renowned Oscorp scientist, Dr. Otto Octavius. Peter Parker, and Yn Ln. Yn is a woman who is rather selective in her affections and often doesn't show her love in physical ways, which has caused her to be a bit of a loner her entire life. Working with doctor Octavius seems to have opened up something she never knew was inside of her before, however...

trigger warnings: crying, but with comfort

“Yep, thanks.” She gave Gwen a soft pat on the shoulder, but the blonde didn’t catch the discomfort in her words. Gwen took her arms from around her and waved softly as she walked away. “See you next week!” She called, jogging out of the foyer of MIT. An uneasy sigh slipped past Yn’s lips and she slipped her binder into her bookbag. Gwen Stacy had been tutoring her on calculus for the past month or so, and the two had become relatively close. Gwen was a hugger; Yn was not. Zipping the bag and sliding it over her shoulder, she nodded at the janitor who had begun to mop the floors. The gesture was returned and followed by a slightly hoarse “Safe travels.”, To which she replied “As always.” No clue how it happened, but at some point, her and the lanky old janitor had become buddies, too. Apparently he had overheard her conversation with Dr Connors about assisting Otto Octavius in his lab for credits, and he came to her after she left mentioning how he used to work for him.

The janitor worked for Otto about 10 years ago as an assistant scientist before he retired and began doing simple janitorial work at the school. He told her that Otto was a wonderful employer in a variety of ways, including his kindness. He cared fully about his assistants and was the best in his field, so she should have no trouble with him. Oh, how right he’d been. She had never looked forward to something quite as much as she looked forward to going to his lab on the weekends. In fact, she even had her own Oscorp ID badge that she carried around thanks to him. It wasn’t a very long walk from MIT to the Oscorp tower, only a couple of blocks following the flow of pedestrians. It bordered on being stormy, with a rumbling sky overcast and monochrome; but she felt anything but dreary. Her heart pumped excitedly at the thought of the doctor. How would he greet her today? Would he make her coffee like last week? Coffee from him tasted better than any café in Manhattan.

 Entering the elevator inside Oscorp tower, she began her slow journey to the fourth floor to go see Otto. She turned and looked at herself in the reflective walls inside the elevator, using her fingers to thumb her hair into the best possible position. Her outfit was unwrinkled, and with her hair in place, she was able to make sure that she looked her best upon entering the lab. The doors opened and she stepped out onto the white tile, turning left to approach the double doors to Octavius’s lab. She pushed them open and noticed the usual bustling of technicians and murmur of the mathematicians, and the humble figure of doctor Octavius hunched over his desk with a paper cup half full of a Jamaican blend. Cream and sugar, she’d learned he liked. She weaved through the other scientists and approached the doctor, setting her bag down at her feet. He seemed to hear her before she even said a word, because he quickly smiled up at her and stood up.

“You should have sent me a text! I could have met you outside with an umbrella!” Were his immediate words. He pulled her hand into a warm shake. “You aren’t cold, are you?” He asked. She shook her head assuringly and grabbed his hand in response. Handshakes were something she didn’t quite mind so much, especially not the doctor’s. He never prolonged them for more than a couple of seconds. “I’m just fine, doctor. And it isn’t raining yet.” She laughed softly. Otto looked at her strangely and turned his head to the window. It had begun to drizzle when she had entered the elevator, apparently. “Well, it wasn’t when I was outside.” She corrected, shrugging lightly. “I’m just glad you aren’t wet. You can get quite sick in the rain.” He sighed, motioning for her to follow him. “Did you have Connors today?” He asked her, fetching her lab coat for her. She shook her head, taking off her school-branded sweatshirt, leaving her in a t shirt. “No, I don’t have him on Fridays.” Otto tutted disappointedly and swiftly approached the resident laboratory Keurig to brew her a cup.

“What a shame. How’s he doing?” He inquired. She leaned against the counter, buttoning her coat. “He seems to be doing just fine. Says Parker and I are his best students.” Though the statement was made passively and nonchalant, Otto couldn’t help but grin at her and bring attention to it. “Out of your class, or just that period? Makes sense, since the two of you were selected.” He asked her, tilting his head forward slightly. “Oh, ah… I’m not sure. He didn’t specify,” She replied back, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not surprised Parker was grouped with you. He’s a brilliant boy. I just wish he had your work ethic.” He chuckled, quickly adding a “Don’t tell him I said that.” before he got himself in trouble.

She smiled softly, a blush biting at her cheeks. “It’s our secret, and thank you for the compliment.” 

The two of them chatted aimlessly at anything and everything, but nothing all the same. It was very domestic conversation for a relationship like theirs. Otto discussed simple home-life things as well as what progress they’d made that week, and she talked about her classes and friends. It surprised her how invested he always seemed in such mundane things, like her hobbies; however simple or complex they may be, Otto was a nuclear physicist. His lab work was infinitely more interesting than her simple college-life interests. But this, she had considered, was probably one of the reasons she found herself so attracted to him. A man with his status and schedule always made sure to take time to talk shop with her before they began their work? That fact alone will do wonders for anyone’s self esteem. 

Otto’s kindness had touched her on more than one occasion, and as a result, she found herself gaining an affection for the doctor like she’d never had with anyone else. He handed her the cup he’d brewed for her and they walked back to his desk as their conversation dwindled down to a comfortable close, and from the grave rose a new one. One about work and science, chemistry and physics; their specialized fields. Peter quickly walked in the door, definitely wet but not quite soaked. He had probably ran here. Otto and Yn waved at him, and the doctor excused himself for a moment to go greet him. While he and Peter were chatting, grabbing coats, and brewing coffee, Yn began to set up the evenings tests they had agreed on the week before.

The night came quickly, faster than either she or Otto would have liked. Peter’s aunt was waiting for him at home, and so he never could stay for very long; tonight, though, he decided to stay back and help clean up. Those two were always the last in the lab with Octavius, and most of the time it was only Yn; the doctor was always accompanied during closing, either way. She and the doctor were making the smallest of adjustments as Peter pushed in chairs and organized papers. “Thank you for staying late tonight, my boy.” Otto said, standing upright and turning to face him. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to leave a busy lady to do all the work?” He continued teasingly, earning a comically unamused look from her and a bashful stutter from Peter.

“I-I’m sorry, doc. It’s just, my aunt May, you know…” Otto chuckled softly and approached him with Yn when they finished. “I’m only teasing, my boy. Yn here is more than capable.” His simple praises made her heart grow a bit lighter each time. He smiled down at her before looking back at Peter, and then back at her, and then back at Peter. He seemed conflicted. “...You know what? I think the two of you should get together for a nice dinner some time.” The two students panicked and she and Peter both frantically refuted the suggestion. “We’re just friends! Acquaintances! We only met because of this lab deal!” And again the doctor only grinned, patting Peter on the shoulder. He almost seemed... excited. If Yn’s head could explode, it probably would have. She so badly wanted to say something clever, something witty to get back at him; but she only stood and covered her eyes with one of her hands. She wanted to go out for a nice dinner with Otto, not Peter!

“Alright, alright. Let’s go, you two.” He said, motioning to the door, shoving aside his sudden bout of joy at the news she didn’t feel that way about Peter. The lab had since emptied out and so Peter and Yn had ease walking to the coat lockers without worrying about bumping shoulders with an ornery technician. “Sorry about that…” Peter mumbled quietly to her. She only shook her head with an awkward grin. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He laughed dryly and licked his lips, looking down at the floor. “Ah, if you… if you would, uh, if you WOULD like to go out to dinner with me some time,” her throat tightened. “I’m sorry, Peter.” She responded, hanging her lab coat up. He sighed and nodded, dropping the topic. “Thanks for the offer, though.” She offered a sympathetic smile and the two of them made their way back to Otto, who had already hung his coat up before them. He noticed Peter’s dejected expression, and looked at him with eyes that read sympathy.

The three of them left the building and got in the elevator, slowly descending the lower part of the tower before exiting into the foyer. The all stepped into the luxuriously decorated lobby of the Oscorp tower, illuminated by a glass chandelier and several warm lights overhead. She and Otto And Peter (the doctor acting unknowingly as a buffer between them to prevent awkward contact) walked to the door, when suddenly a thought struck Yn; she had left her sweatshirt in the lab. “Oh, shoot. Hey, doctor Octavius?” She quickly said, stopping. He turned to look at her curiously. “Yes?” He inquired. “I left my sweatshirt in the lab. Can I go and grab it?” She asked him, relishing the gorgeously curious wide eyes of the doctor. “Of course. One moment, I’ll go with you.” He stated, turning to Peter.

Their conversation quieted down, and she took that as a silent ask for her to go wait by the elevator. She turned and made her way to the leftmost elevator, the one they’d come from, and she watched the interaction play out. Otto in his soft maroon turtleneck talking to Peter, who looked just as lost as you were. In the glimmering light from the chandelier, his dark hair caught a light that almost made it seem like he were glowing. She finally was able to admire him from a distance without him noticing, and he truly was the most handsome man she had ever had the pleasure of being around. And she got to work for him, how lucky was she? She noticed his arm reach into his back pocket and grab an envelope that he handed to Peter.

At first, Peter tried to decline it, but Otto insisted. He took Peter’s hand and placed the envelope in it himself. Whatever the doctor was saying seemed to really surprise Peter. Surprise him enough to take it and stare at the envelope in disbelief. Otto smiled softly at him, said something she couldn’t hear, and Peter replied with something she couldn’t hear either. But from reading his lips, it looked like a “Thank you.”, and she watched as Peter received a hug from him. Peter hugged back, tightly grasping the envelope in his hand. She then realized in that moment that the envelope probably contained money. Rent, maybe? She also realized something else, then, too. That she was very much touch-starved and she was very much in love with Otto Octavius. 

The more she watched them, the lonelier she felt. She felt chills travel up from her feet through her legs and torso and all the way to her face, and she began to breath a bit heavier. She quickly pressed the button on the elevator and she went to the lab herself to grab her sweatshirt. She saw herself in the reflection of the elevator mirror and covered her mouth and she felt hot tears begin to fall. Never in her life had she wanted to be hugged before. Never had she had a desire to be touched. But now, she didn’t know what to think. She passed the second floor. A hug from the doctor would be so fulfilling. It would be so warm and so assuring, she knew she could sit in his embrace for hours if given the chance. She wiped her eyes, but the tears didn’t stop. She passed the third floor. It wouldn’t be forced or uncomfortable, too long or too short, and maybe they’d even kiss. She reached the fourth floor. A kiss from doctor Octavius…

She opened the lab and stumbled inside, bleary-eyed and trying her best to breath. There  was no way, she concluded, that the doctor could love her, too. She was 20, he had at least 30 years on her. That didn’t bother her, but it might bother him. She wanted to love him. She wanted to hold him in her arms and have him smile down at her like he always did and tuck her hair behind her ears while he told her how much he loved her, too. Her sweatshirt was folded on the counter by the coat locker. She grabbed it, but she couldn’t bring herself to put it on. She tucked it into her chest with one arm and she covered her mouth with the other and continued to sob into her hand. God, how badly could one person desire to be held?

It wasn’t selfish. It couldn’t have been. She had barely ever been hugged because she pushed it away. But now she wanted it! She needed to be in somebodies arms, and it needed to be the doctor’s. And if this was selfish, than by God, she would let herself be selfish. 

The door opened.

“Yn?” Otto called to her. She quickly sniffled and wiped her face. It was dark, so hopefully he wouldn’t be able to tell. “Hey, doctor. I went ahead a-and… and I came and got it.” She said, straining her voice to try and sound as normal as she could. “Yn, are you crying?” He asked frantically, turning on the front lights by the lockers. She was walking toward him with puffy eyes. “N-Nah, no I’m fine.” She strained an uneasy chuckle into the air. Otto quickly met her where she stood, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder. “Dear, what’s happened?” He insisted. He caught how she shivered into his touch, and so he quickly removed his hand; he’d forgotten she didn’t like physical contact.

However, he also caught her lingering gaze on his hand before tears began to fall again. “D-Doctor, this is going to b-be really weird,” she sniffed again, dropping her sweatshirt from her shaking fingers. “B-But can you give me a hug?” He realized then. He and Peter hugging must have triggered this. He picked up her sweatshirt from the floor of his lab, looked at her with sad eyes and a tight, pitying smile, and slowly pulled her into an embrace. She gripped the fabric of his sweater and began sobbing all over again. He was so big and warm, he felt like a blanket with arms and body heat and fingers that softly rubbed her back and a voice that whispered soft nothings to her that told her she was alright. He was more than a blanket. He was more than a pillow she would hold close at night. He was a person, and she was finally able to hug him. She was finally able to be held in someone’s arms without discomfort. 

“Doc…Doctor, I-I’m so sorry--” She choked out, pulling her face from being buried in his sweater; but Otto put a finger to her lips and told her no. “Don’t apologize, my dear.” He said, moving his arms to hold both her shoulders. “What caused the sudden change?” He asked, just to be sure he wasn’t assuming things. She sniffled again, bringing her hand to her face to wipe her eyes again. “I think… I think seeing you and Peter being such good friends for so long. A-And I think tonight, when you both hugged, it just… I realized how lonely I was. Not just physically. Romantically and emotionally.” She swallowed thickly. “You and Peter and… and Gwen sort-of and the janitor, Mr… God, I can’t even remember his name.” She laughed weakly. “You four are the only people I can say I’m friends with. I wish… I wish I could have had this epiphany in high school, so I could've maybe had a boyfriend. I know, I’m a sad excuse for someone my age.” 

Otto shook his head again and pulled her into another embrace, this one without her crying as much. She was mostly just recovering, now. “You’re only 20, my dear. You’re no excuse for anything. I have to say, I’m honored I was able to help you.” He said, placing a firm hand on her upper back and the other on her lower.  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “If only you knew.” She mumbled, closing her eyes tightly before opening them again and blinking away the last of her tears. “Knew what?” He asked. “How much you’ve actually helped me.” She cleared her throat, not moving an inch. “If it wasn’t weird, I’d say that…” she caught her tongue, but it was already too late. Otto waited a moment, and pressed on though he was a victim of what he was sure was wishful thinking. “Say that what, dear?” He asked. She couldn’t see it, but he was smiling softly. He had a hopeful glimmer in his deep brown eyes.

“...”

“You aren’t going to scare me away if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“... I’d say that I liked you.”

To save face she downplayed her true feelings slightly. She knew very well the answer she was going to get, but tonight already hadn’t gone according to plan. Why not go ahead and get this one out of the-  “Oh, thank God.” He breathed shakily, holding her a bit tighter. “...What?” She asked, looking over at his head. He pulled away from her , holding her shoulders again with amber cheeks and a relieved smile on his lips. “I do too.” He crowed, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. “Y-You do?” She repeated, voice near inaudible. “I didn’t want to be weird.” He laughed. “Doctor, I…” She couldn’t think of words to say to convey the somersaults her heart was doing. Her chest tightened and her eyes flickered back and forth between his. 

“You look like you don’t believe me.” He mused, looking back up at her with a small embarrassed grin. “I-I… I mean, part of me does.” She responded, looking away in near-complete disbelief. “...Doctor, do you… mean that?” She insisted. He moved his hand to gently tug her chin back to face him, leading her to look back into his slightly lidded eyes. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” Her words got caught in her throat. She couldn’t formulate a response as her cheeks nearly caught fire. Instead, she decided to be brave. She leaned up to him slowly, hesitantly, cautiously. This was uncharted territory. The doctor smiled down at her and leaned her to meet her in the middle, their lips pressing together with the tenderness of tulips. 

First kiss at 20… better late than never, right? 

Otto kept his hands on her shoulders the entire time. The kiss didn’t last but only for a mere 3 or 4 seconds, but the poor girl looked like she was going to pass out. A kiss from doctor Octavius… it still seemed so outlandish, so unreal. “Are you okay?” He asked her, raising one hand to cup her warm cheek. “I’m… I’m great, doctor.” Otto smiled in relief, carefully placing another kiss to her forehead. “You may call me Otto, dear.” He told her in sappy confidence. Maybe, just maybe, a nice dinner with the doctor wouldn’t be too outlandish of a request, after all. She smiled up at him a real, genuine smile. One that only Otto could bring out. “I thought my luck had peaked when I got selected for this program.” She laughed, sniffling one last time. “Fate holds hidden luck for us all. We must simply be patient enough to receive it.” He sighed, happily stroking her cheek with his thumb and fighting back tears of his own.

“Patience has always been a virtue of mine.” She mentioned with a grin.

“I think you’ve taught me how to make it one of mine, as well.” He replied, smiling equally as wide.

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