#platonic ships

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Bloody Pardon

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader ~ Despite your feelings towards Anthony Lockwood, you're starting to think that nightmare you had about locking him in a trunk chest might have actually been a dream.

Disclaimer: no idea on legally binding marriages but we'll ignore that for this fic. Quill Kipps platonic relationship with the reader (frenemies + his crush on Lucy)

You laughed nervously. “What?”

Lucy stood up from her corner of the sofa to look at the wide-eyed George. “George? Please, please tell me this is an April Fools.”

“Given that it’s the middle of November, this is definitely not an April Fools.” George replied. 

“George!” 

You hadn’t meant to call his name so loudly, but the information he’d just given you pardoned your reaction. 

“What if you just ask him about it? Maybe he’ll have an explanation.”

“An explanation?” you questioned before laughing. “Oh, he better. Or else, I’ll kill him.”

Lucy jumped in front of you and pulled you back. “Wait, no. Don’t. Not yet. Look, we don’t even know if he knows yet.”

“How can he not know?”

“You didn’t.”

“He’s the one who probably signed the papers in the first place, Lucy!”

“Look, why doesn’t one of us just go and ask him?”

“Great!” you forced a smile. “I’ll go.”

“Absolutely not.” Lucy pulled you back again. “George, you go.”

“But-”

“George.”

“Fine.”

George disappeared from the doorway and made his way upstairs towards Lockwood’s room. He’d been up there most of the day running through multiple papers on the business and the cases that had come through in the past couple of days. 

“Lucy?”

Lucy turned around and found you slumped against the arm of the sofa. 

“Hey,”

Pulling your hands from your face, Lucy held onto your wrists and knelt down. “Look at me.”

“How could this have happened?”

“I don’t know. But I do know Lockwood.”

Lucy paused for a moment. “I don’t think he will even know what this is about.”

“But if he has…”

“Then we’ll deal with it and I’ll help you bury his body in the back garden. You’ll get through this. We all will.”

“I don’t even know how this could have happened.”

Lucy pulled you in for a hug, tightly. “How about I pop the kettle on? Make us some tea? Two sugars?”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“Come on.”

However, before either of you could get out of the living room, Lockwood came running down the stairs, George quick on his tail. “Lockwood?”

Lucy called his name but there was no breaking his concentration from the paper in his hand that had both his own handwriting on and somebody else’s. He rushed around the place before making his way into the kitchen. 

Luckily, you managed to catch the door before it slammed behind him and you made your way inside. 

“Lockwood?”

“Something’s not right.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Saint’s would have said something. Surely, he would have-” 

He was talking about the case. 

“Lockwood? Did you not hear anything George told you?” Lucy asked before turning to her left. “You did tell him, didn’t you?”

“Yes! Whether he listened or not, I don’t really know.”

“Lockwood!” you called his name again, but still nothing. 

“Tony!”

Oh, boy. 

You took the paper from his hand and slammed it onto the counter top.

“My- what? Am I in trouble?”

“Trouble? Have you not listened to a word George told you?”

“When? Oh, no. But I think I’ve almost solved-”

“We’re married, Tony!”

Lockwood’s face went from a smile to a confused and nervous look of curiosity. “What?”

“Surely, you would have known? After all, you were the one who was left alone in the courthouse three months ago.”

“Courthouse? What are you talking about?”

Sighing, you made your way to George who handed you the three pieces of paper he’d found when down at the CourtHouse himself. 

“Mr and Mrs Lockwood.” you read the first letter. “Congratulations on your marriage, enclosed you will find another copy of your marriage certificate…” you continued to read the rest of the letter before shoving it into his chest and reading aloud the next two. 

“A letter, sent to me by your Great-Aunt. Welcome to the Family. Now, as much as I love all of you as my family, I would have liked to at least be made aware that I was suddenly in need of changing my last name.”

The final piece of paper was a letter from Mark Smith-Kensington. 

“We have recently been made aware of your nuptials. In this case, you are in need of updating all of your personal information for the Post Office, as well as medical forms and driving license.”

You pushed the final letter against his chest. “What did you do Lockwood?”

Lockwood’s head was spinning. How could this have- oh. 

“Lockwood?”

Lockwood turned to both Lucy and George. He knew something. Maybe not what they suspected he knew, but he definitely knew something. 

“Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Ooh, Lockwood.” you had to laugh, or else you might have cried. “I am so far past mad. We are married and you didn’t even bother to, I don’t know, ask me? Tell me, even, that you’d decided to use my name for a marriage certificate.”

“It was meant to be fake-”

“I beg your bloody pardon?”

“It was meant to be fake. Remember how I told you I managed to get into Jameson’s Club so we could prove Harold was the murderer. Well, they didn’t exactly let single people in.”

“Oh, my god.”

“I swear, I thought it was fake.”

“Well, it’s very, very real Lockwood. Very real.”

“Where are you going?” Lockwood called after you as you made your way out of the kitchen, grabbing your jacket that lay on the back of the kitchen chair. 

“Out. Don’t follow me.”

You didn’t know how far you had travelled but eventually you came to a stop at a small, quiet park. You sat down on an old wooden bench that was donated by Harriet Smith - some wealthy heiress from New York who had spent her childhood in the park. 

After a while, you heard a voice. And it definitely wasn’t the voice you were expecting. 

“Hello.”

You sat up straight for a moment and looked around you before you found Quill Kipps standing behind you in a pair of jeans, a shirt and a grey woollen coat. 

“Oh, hi.”

“Mind if I-”

“Sure.” you smiled before he made his way around and sat next to you, leaving enough of a space between the both of you. 

“What are you doing this far away from the house?”

“I needed a break.”

“From…”

“Look, if you want me to shit-talk Lockwood, you can go and find someone else to do that with.” 

Quill studied your face for a short moment as you looked at him before turning back to look at the trees in the park. 

“What’s happened?”

“What?”

“No offence, but you’re not the best at hiding your emotions when it comes to Lockwood. What’s happened between the both of you?”

“Nothing.”

Kipps called your name in a soft tone. Despite your feelings towards him, you’d each found yourself in each other’s company in the time of need. And from that, a small friendship blossomed - despite the fact that both of you disliked it greatly. 

After all, you were both still rivals. 

You sighed. “Fine. You are looking at the new Mrs Anthony Lockwood.”

“What?”

You turned to look at him, “Lockwood and I are married. Apparently, the form he made me sign to get into Jameson’s was a marriage certificate.”

Kipps didn’t know where to put himself. He knew Lockwood could be reckless and stupid at times, but he didn’t think he would be that reckless and stupid. 

“I’d offer to kill him but I’d wager you already have that planned.”

“Death certificate is signed, sealed and delivered to the Grim Reaper.”

“Need a clean up crew?” Kipps offered. 

You laughed, “Thanks.”

“So that’s why you’re out here? Escaping your husband? I have to hand it to you, it’s a good alibi.”

You smiled again, keeping your arms folded across your middle. “Honestly, I…I don’t know whether to be mad and kill him or just…”

“Sit here forever?”

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I stick with you, for a while?”

“You don’t have your own surprise marriage, do you?”

Kipps laughed. “No. I just…I-I’m thinking about asking out a girl.”

“Is she cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like her?”

“A lot.”

“Is she kind?”

“Yeah.”

“She Lucy?”

Kipps half answered you before turning his head to you where he found you with a smug smile on your face. 

“How did you-”

“Oh, please. I see you when you’re around her. You’re either blushing like an embarrassed toddler or you’re as speechless as a toddler.”

“Do you think she knows?”

“No. Or, if she has, she hasn't said anything.”

“Oh.”

Kipps seemed a little defeated at first. “But you should ask her out for a coffee at least. I have a feeling she’ll say yes.”

He smiled. “Great.”

“At least someone in that house will feel good about their love life.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” you shrugged. “But once he reads that letter, he’ll realise that his Great-Aunt Violet is coming for a visit to officially meet her new great-niece. So, that’ll be fun.”

“Well, I’m here if you need any back-up.”

“Thank you, Quill.”

“Anytime.”

Eventually, Quill helped you up from the bench and you both made your way back to Portland Row. On the way, you both stopped inside a small cafe for some food and a tea, making sure to pick Lucy up a loaf of bread and some doughnuts for George. 

Unlocking the door, Lucy met you at the bottom of the stairs where Quill called for her to talk. 

“Are you okay?”

“I will be.”

Making your way into the kitchen, you placed the packet of doughnuts onto the table for George. 

“Oh, thank you.”

“Where’s Lockwood?”

“In his room. He’s been on the phone to the marriage people since you left.”

You nodded your head and popped the kettle on, managing to make two cups of tea before Lockwood even thought to leave his room. 

Knocking on the door, you entered and found him with the phone and the back of his hand pressed to his head, his eyes shut closed. 

“Thought you might fancy a cup.”

Lockwood jumped at your voice but quickly tried to recover. 

“T-Thanks. Thank you.”

Pulling up a chair, you sat beside his desk, crossing one leg over the other. 

“I’m really sorry,” Lockwood began. “I - I know it was stupid. A completely stupid idea. And, I don’t want to just make an excuse.”

“But it was for the case.”

“I should have still thought. But, I swear. I swear to you, I really thought it was fake. If I’d have known-”

You nodded. “I know. I know you would have done. But…Tony, what are we going to do?”

“I’ve been trying to find out how to get a divorce but they keep sending me round the houses.”

“Did you read your Aunt’s letter?”

“Not fully.”

“She’s coming up to visit us in a week. Apparently wants to officially meet her niece.”

“That’ll be something.”

You nodded and the pair of you sat in a quiet silence for a few moments. “I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

“Thank you, Tony.”

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #quill kipps x reader #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim #london #l&co #netlfix #lockwood x fe!reader #anthony lockwood x fe!reader #platonic ships #romantic ships

[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: Hey Jan, can I have a Pepsi?

Janus: What did Logan say?

Virgil: He said no.

Janus: Then why are you asking me?

Virgil: ‘Cause he’s not the boss of you.

Janus: *whispering* It’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a trap....

#This is another 1 of those it’s too funny to me ‘weird parent dynamic except none of them are’ quotes #sometimes I see a ranking system with them but of course anyone deemed lower in rank will always try to cheat the system 😂 #the rank changes depending on who Thomas needs most #thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #incorrect sanders sides #virgil sanders #Janus sanders #deceit sanders #loceit #anxceit #analogical #platonic #platonic ships

[mothytheghost]

How to write platonic ships because they're so fun!

I'm getting tired of writing romance. Give Aromantics the content they love!

Reminder it's a strong friendship. They love each other. They give each other comfort. They make sure they're okay!.

Person A likes giving kisses on the cheeks and forehead only. Person B should do the same

Give person A their personal bubbles. If they don't wanna hold hands let Person B understand them.

Make hugs the biggest hugs ever when they're happy!

Person A doesn't feel comfortable with romance. Let person B play video games instead of going to a fancy dinner.

If person A is still questioning their sexuality. Give it respect and let Person B talk to them about it. Don't push romantic scenarios. They don't magically become Romantic.

Enjoy Tsundere tropes more than Yandere. Tsundere is a Enemies to best friends!

If Person A is dealing with Greif. Let Person B hug them and give them time. Let them know they're here for Person A even if they don't show it

If it's a antagonist and a protagonist. Let them have a bit of change of heart. Even if they don't care. Just let them unexpectedly hug Person A. Give person A a shocking scene and how they react to the Villain comforting them. Giving them a closer bond and giving a chance for the antagonist to becoming closer to a redemption arc

#aromantic #arospec #lqbtq #lqbtq community #nickloon #mooneclipse #platonic ships #solarmoon #writing advice

[dolls-self-ships]

I think they would be besties

#crossover when #bees self ships #self shipping #self ship #self ship community #self ships #self insert #platonic ships #self ship art #bees art #captain hook #princess kassandra #disney #hercules self insert

[yungmoomin]

I like the portrayal of Karin and Daan by the fandom as platonic soulmates who hate each other on the outside but in reality they care deeply about one another because it actually makes sense from a lore perspective. They're both people who are recovering from the trauma of having lost their loved ones after a long, forced departure and had their trust betrayed by people they were close to like Dalia and the Baron. They're want to push each other away because they're afraid of losing a loved one again but they know they can't do that because they care about others no matter how little they know them which also reflects in their choices of professions since Daan is a doctor and Karin is a (good) journalist. They're incapable of not caring about strangers and even less capable of not caring about each other. Shit makes me tear up.

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger karin #fear and hunger daan #f&h daan #f&h karin #fear and hunger ships #platonic ships #seriously I love this fandom so much #bonding over the horrors and trauma is so relatable #fear and hunger termina

[sharkdenwrites]

ＩＮＴＲＯ • ＲＵＬＥＳ

Hey there ! My name is Carden, welcome to my writing blog ! I'm a trans man and my pronouns are he/him. I have autism and get way too indulgent in media, so much so to the point where I used to have hyperventilating fits out of excitement (I'm now on mood stabilizers)

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖 !

• Trans dude, he/him like I said earlier

• Bungo Stray Dogs is my favorite anime and my fav character from it is Akutagawa

• I play oboe and alto sax

• I'm going to college for marine biology

• I'm an ISTP 8w7, as typed by myself and my friend after extensive research

• I have two dogs and a bearded dragon, but I really want a cat as well !

• I'm also an artist ! My art blog (which updates periodically, aka whenever I feel like it) is linked in my bio

Now that you know some stuff about me, let's get into some rules~

ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 𝔸ℕ𝔻 ℝ𝔼𝔾𝕌𝕃𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊

1. General Rules and Stuff

• Most of my works will have the "T" rating on AO3. Please note that an "M" rating will denote violence and the like, not sexual content.

• Romance will be kept suggestive at most. I just really don't like writing NSFW so unless something really motivates me, it won't happen. Sorry horny people 😔

• My masterlist will update whenever possible and will include chapter counts, AO3 links, and other useful info

• I mostly write character/character, and mostly write ships I enjoy, but on occasion I might post something platonic or something besides fanfiction

• I would love to talk with you guys about anything currently listed under "current fixations" and hear theories and other things about my work ! I have anon on for my inbox so feel free to blabber away without judgement <3

2. Requests

• I can do character/reader oneshots, but I'm gonna need pronouns and a plot from you

• When I do prompt lists, please follow the specific guidelines for that particular post

• Please don't flood my inbox asking when your request will be done, I'm a perfectionist and want to make sure I put out the best quality work ! Therefore, it will take time.

• I'll do my best to write characters I'm not as familiar with, but please don't send hate because I make a character OOC. I promise I'm trying !

3. Fandom List

• Bungo Stray Dogs

• Jujutsu Kaisen

• Twisted Wonderland

• Obey Me ! (note: will only be /reader oneshots upon request)

• Yuri!!! on Ice

• Sasaki and Miyano

• Pokemon X/Y

• Your Turn to Die

That's all I have for now ! Be sure to check this post every so often to see if anything changes because, let's be real, they'll probably update randomly. I hope you have a good time and I'll see you soon !

#writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #tumblr writers #fanfic writer #bsd fanfic #jjk fanfic #twst fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfic #yttd fanfic #obey me x reader #narumitsu #klapollo #victuuri #yuri plisetsky #shin soukoku #satosugu #platonic ships #fluff #angst #requests open #talk to me ! #sharkden speaks #rules #yuri on ice #yttd #yuri on ice fanfic #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date

[clg-artisa]

The start of this month has been horrible for me, so I drew this idea that's been in my brain for nearly a month to cope, lol.

#my art #fnaf ruin eclipse #ruin eclipse #score creeper #tfp starscream #personal art #rawr #ruin dlc eclipse #platonic ships #platonic love #💚💜

[softpadawan]

I don't necessarily eniteley hate Saberza. Hell, I feel bad that the line about them being siblings is about to get some people hella fucking dog piled. Because the level of vitriol they're about to catch is gonna be unnecessarily bad and for a fictional ship, at that. But, I'm not gonna lie and say I'm upset that some people are gonna stop shipping it. Cause that line was music to my fucking ears.

I hate how the ship appears 98% of the time. It's so fucking boring and such a fucking Het (Derogatory) Ship, even if they're both queer. It also appeals to the group that defangs female characters so they're the correct kind of soft for shipping.

Let, Sabine and Shin Hati be Feral Queers with each other. Want Ezra with a Wren? Tristan is right there. We can be so much more interesting and fun that the flour take of Sabezra.

I feel bad that the line about them being siblings is about to get some people hella fucking dog piled. Because the level of vitriol they're about to catch is gonna be unnecessarily bad and for a fictional ship, at that.

I truly, honestly sympathize with the Sabezra shippers and hope (a fool's hope; SW fans are the Worst™) that the fandom at least has the decency to practice the "block and ignore" and "your ship is not my ship and that's ok" policies because, like you said, it's all just make-believe crap and no reason to be an ass to people online.

But yeah, nonny, I also share your sentiment about the whole "thank fuck we dodged another boring-ass vanilla het ship"—and I don't say that out of hatred for M/F ships, but more so the absolute gut-wrenching failure on the part of professional writers to build a legitimately interesting, believable, complex (not conflicted, but complex in the sense of being fully fleshed-out, built upon something other than just raw sexual attraction) relationship between a male and female character without gutting their entire development arcs and reducing them to soppy banal cliches. (Like what you mentioned about writers "defanging" female characters to make them softer and more likeable. Yeah, that shit reeks. I'm not going to fault fanfic authors for not having unlearned this subtle-yet-deeply-ingrained flavor of misogyny yet—it's going to take a while to root out something so pervasive and insidious—but I am going to hold the professionals fully accountable for delivering egregious, sophomoric drivel and telling us it's Grade-A storytelling.)

Fantastic M/F ships can be done. Look at Pacific Rim. Literally any Hayao Miyazaki film featuring two main characters of the opposite sex.

Or maybe it's time to forget the "confirmed ship" stuff altogether and leave the entire relationship open to interpretation, like what people have been doing with Sabezra for the last nine years. (And what canon queer relationships/characters have been dealing with for decades, relegated to hints and easily-censored dialogue, keeping it "toned down" and "wholesome" to appeal to straight audiences who still hate them at the end of the day. But I digress.)

Bottom line, I think if writers spent more time focused on the story and individual characters instead of trying to set the boy up with the girl, it would do wonders for the quality of storytelling as well as preventing this caustic Pavlovian reaction we (I) are starting to have any time we're offered male/female romance onscreen. That's my opinion, anyway.

#didn't mean to turn this into a salt deposit but here we are #star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #ahsoka #this isn't my ship but i'll defend anyone's right to ship it #they ain't real guys #male/female relationships #platonic ships #fandom #softpad answers

[cursedchildofchaos]

Don't you just love it when the two facets of your personality are shown in two fictional characters that ended up in a dynamic together, whether it be a romantic ship or a platonic bond?

It's like, yes, I relate to both of these blorbos and I know they work well together because combined they are basically me...or maybe they don't work well together because of that, but doesn't that make it fun

#ships #shipping #platonic ships #romantic ships #dharma and greg #eleanor x chidi #leslie x ben #april x andy #jake x amy #jess x nick #showing someone dharma and greg while not a perfect comparison to me is a good way to introduce myself especially #Castle and Alexis #Abed and Troy #Mabel and Dipper #Alex Russo and Justin Russo #Shawn and Gus #i probably could go witht he platonic friendships and with the romantic relationships but that would make this a very long post tag wise #I'm too lazy to do that #ahem * on with #castle and alexis is also really accurate as i have been compared to both and relate to both #niles x daphne?

[gamerboy76]

I am not the type to get angry over ship discourse most of the time, but there are very specific “close friendships” that are very special to me and if anyone tries to ship them I will throw them in the microwave with a fork in my brain

cough cough

Rise Donnie and April

Cough cough

Mei and MK

Do very much quote me I am so passionate about this

[very aggressive rant under the cut]

people can enjoy what they enjoy and I am not going to stop them or tell them they cannot enjoy that, but sometimes it makes me angry

[you do not have to care about my opinion, and I’m not going to stop you from enjoying something that makes you happy]

but like sometimes with especially main character m/f “duos” that very much, at least to me, have a sibling like bond, people assume they’re dating and perceive every single friendly and intimate interaction they have as romantic

and it makes me slightly frustrated because while I know that just because someone ships two opposite gender characters I perceive as sibling like, that doesn’t mean that they can’t perceive m/f friendships as anything but inherently romantic, it happens EVERY TIME.

and I just don’t really enjoy the implication that I get from this being so common that we cannot have m/f friendships that don’t have romantic subtexts. They can’t just be buds. Good old pals.

Like, I personally am a girl, and have a very close guy friend. Neither of us are at all interested in a romantic relationship, but we are just buds. Good old pals. Just because our relationship is not awkward and strained and we are COMFORTABLE with each other like NORMAL FRIENDS ARE, does not make our relationship romantic.

And I love seeing people. That are “just buds” in media. To the point where they’re like. “Just buds” coded. Like. The writers are telepathically communicating “these guys are just buds. Pals. Chums even. stray cats in the same cardboard box. No romance.” To me and nobody else can hear it

and I really don’t like it. When people take my little “just buds” characters. And make them kiss.

[I cannot stress enough how much I am not trying to boss around people or say “ >:(( you can’t ship these m/f characters because I SAID SO!!!!!” I’m just saying it makes me personally frustrated and you do not have to let my frustration and personal opinions ruin your fun or enjoyment of a media or ship]

#ship discourse #tmnt #rottmnt #lmk #mk lmk #mei lmk #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april #long post #discourse #platonic ships #I love the little guys who are just buds and I will protect them with my life #I want to microwave them they make me smile #rise donnie #rise april #rise Donatello #rise April o’Neil #why are there so many different tags for rottmnt characters I am going to detonate

[marvelwitchergilmore]

The Look Of Terror

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You joined Shield and when you're placed under a certain Team Leader, Peter can't help but worry about you.

Disclaimer: This is more platonic co-worker vibes, I think? Rather than romance? But there is romance in it? Fluff, angst, Peter takes care of the reader. Description of a panic attack, kidnapping, bombs and an asshole of a Team Leader. I'm a little unsure about this one. Comment if you'd like a Part 2???

You were new to the team. 

It was no surprise since you joined a week late into the program that your Team Leader pushed you harder than the rest of them. But you were okay with it, most of the time. In the times where you weren’t, you’d spend a couple hours in the library reading of worlds that didn’t exist - or at least, you hoped didn’t exist. Because, for as much as seeing a fire-breathing dragon would be cool, it could also destroy most of the population of New York in one breath. 

It was six months into the program that Peter finally saw you. 

Not that you had noticed. 

He saw you on your first day of arrival. He heard your name mentioned in passing and that was as far as it went. Until the training rooms had to be pushed into one due to a leak in the women’s bathroom. It was then that you caught Peter’s eye. 

But not because of your looks, although he didn’t fail to notice your beauty. But because of the familiar look in your eyes. 

It took him a while to figure it out; what exactly the look was in the beginning, he couldn’t be too sure. 

For over a month, he studied you. 

You weren’t a part of his team. In fact, you were with a whole other training division. But in the days when he saw you, he studied you as best as he could before it could become border-line creepy. 

He saw you talk to people, but they never became friends with you. You were happy to help out people when they were struggling but most times, you were left on your own. Whilst other groups studied the Shield Handbook together, cutting the 500 page manual into respectable chunks, you sat on your own in the corner. A few people would look over to you and snigger or sneer. One trainee had said aloud about asking you to join them but everyone else shut the idea down right away. You were the rookie. 

What baffled Peter was the fact that the group of trainees, who refused to collaborate with you, were rookie’s too. 

Then, one day, he pulled your file. 

You had the highest test score out of your group. You were intelligent and smart. You had enough strength training to be transferred into a higher level but due to your qualifying status, you would only move up when the rest of the rookie’s did, too. 

So, after all of this, when he found you in the library alone one night, he decided to talk to you. 

“You must know that thing like the back of your hand.” 

Peter saw you jump a little and instantly regretted not making himself known to you sooner. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no. That’s fine. I-I should be heading home now, anyway.”

“You’ve finished that book three times this week alone. Shouldn’t you be out with the others having a…drink or something?”

“Maybe, but…I kind of prefer my solitude.”

“Ah, the mysterious lonesome type?”

“Some may beg to differ.”

“I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“You’re a part of Abbot's team, aren’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I’ve seen your file.”

“You pulled my file?”

“That and I’ve seen him train you twice a week when all agents share the training room.”

A look of realisation crossed over your face. “Oh, shit. Sorry, you’re Agent Parker.”

“Please, call me Peter. Everyone else does.”

“By the handbook says-”

“That all employees refer to their Team Leaders by their working title.” Peter sounded off. “That was something written by Fury to keep HR happy. To be honest, I’ve never really liked it. You’re meant to be a team, and how can that happen if agents are too busy worrying about calling their team leader by their official title.”

“You have a point, but Abbot-”

“Drill it into you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, if you ever need anyone to vent to, you can talk to me.”

“Thank you.” Then after a moment of consideration you asked; “Why you?”

Peter nodded. “I worked with Abbot before Barton came back. I’ve seen how he can train those in his team. I’ve also seen that your group doesn’t exactly seem to strive for trust. It can be hard, working alone. Believe me, I would know.”

“Well, thank you.”

The next day, as you sat alone in the cafeteria, you were slightly startled to find Peter place his food tray down in front of you. “May I?”

“G-Go ahead.”

It shocked you a little; how much Peter was trying to talk to you. By this point, you had been in the program almost six months and no one, other than Abbot when he was barking orders, bothered to try and interact with you - on any scale of capacity. 

And, for the following two weeks, it continued to happen. 

Peter would sit down with you in the cafeteria whenever you had a break from training together. He would join you in the library on late nights when he had to make test scores and you were going over the handbook once more. 

But it wasn’t until one evening when Peter noticed you had been a bit off for a couple of days, that he finally asked you what he’d been dying to ask you for weeks. 

There was a distant look in your eyes. Like as if something had crept its way out of the locked box you kept it sealed in, and was slowly making its way to the front of your brain. 

“What happened?”

It took you a moment to adjust back to reality before you could finally hear Peter’s question. 

“What?”

“What happened?”

“When?”

“Before you joined the programme.”

Peter could see you studying him before he saw a wall go up in front of your eyes. “Nothing.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened. I already told you why I joined Shield.”

Peter said your name, “I know the look of a horrible memory when I see it. What-”

“Nothing. Nothing happened, Peter. So, can you please just drop it?”

“Yes, sorry.”

You pulled the handbook back in front of you and began to skim through it again and again and again. 

Except, that wall that your build would soon crumble, even as you fought for it to stay standing. 

Three weeks later, and not saying a word to Peter, you found yourself in a training day that Abbot had set up without telling anyone. 

“You’re gonna have to stay on your toes. It’s not easy out there, so, first up!” 

Your name was called. 

Others were called after you and you were given five minutes to understand your mission. And it took everything in you not to stop breathing. 

As Peter made his way down to the training room, he found a “friendly” competition. The other Team Leaders had decided to get involved this time round and people were cheering and chanting and others were completely silent. 

And only then did he understand why. 

In the centre of the crowd, knelt three people and in the middle of them was you. 

No one else noticed, but Peter did. 

Your hands, despite the composure you were holding, were beginning to shake. Your eyes seemed glossier than the last time he had seen you and your breathing wasn’t like anyone else's. It was shattered. 

And, as much as he wanted to stop what was happening, he knew if he did, it would probably make it worse. 

Less than 30 seconds later, you were finished on the task in front of you and you stood back. 

“Seven minutes and thirty-six seconds!” Abbot called out your time. 

Peter watched as you turned your back and removed some of the equipment from your body before pushing your way to the back of the crowd. He rounded the corner of the crowd, but he couldn’t find you. 

A few minutes later, he watched as Abbot awarded one of the Rookie’s a gift-card of some kind and a medal. 

“Okay, that’s it for today! See you tomorrow!”

But you were the only one to leave. 

And Peter was hot on your train. 

From the moment you were given your task, your breathing was hitched in your chest and you couldn’t just quite fill your lungs with enough air to stop them from beating against your heart rapidly. 

Throughout the seven and a half minutes it took you to complete the task Abbot had given to you, you had been slowly losing clear vision due to the tears of old memories ripping their way into your mind. 

And once time had finally been called, you just had to force yourself to hold out a little bit longer. 

But, when your legs began to give out on you, you rushed to find a wall to support you. 

And, you did, for a moment. 

Your breathing was unsteady and out of control. Your head felt like it was spinning and you were going to throw up, all the while you could feel every single particle of blood in your body trying to fight its way into and through your heart. 

In a hazy distance, you heard someone call your name and you tried your best to focus and remain in control, but it didn’t work. 

It wasn’t until you heard a door click open behind you and a steady hand lead you inside that you sank to the floor in a weak attempt to try and ground your emotions. 

“Hey, look at me.”

You looked up and recognised the person who had helped you into the room. 

Peter.

You couldn’t speak. So Peter tried his best to calm you. 

“Just focus on my voice. Can you do that? It’s going to be okay. No one can hurt you here. You’re safe. I need you to keep looking at me. Here, pass me your hand.”

Peter took your trembling hand in his and held it against his heart. 

“I need you to try and focus on the beats. Can you do that for me?”

It took you a moment, but when Peter pressed his hand over yours so it pushed further into his chest, you finally felt his heartbeat against your palm. 

You tried your best to keep track of them, counting each one as they came. 

“Okay, good. Now, can you follow my breaths?”

You tried your best to follow his breaths. Breathing in with him, and breathing out just the same. 

It took a while but eventually your breathing returned, though it pained your chest a little when you did take in a deep breath. 

At some point, Peter had moved to sit beside you, placing an arm around you, yet still holding your hand against his chest. 

You didn’t know how long had passed before Peter spoke. It both felt instant and as if forever had passed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet.”

You didn’t want to recount, just yet. You didn’t want to remember, just yet. 

Eventually the light in the room dimmed and you found yourself standing. Peter had taken off his jumper before placing it on you. He had felt you shivering for the last hour but every time he went to move and give you his zip-neck jumper, he felt your hand hold him tighter not wishing him to move. 

At some point, you found yourself inside of your home with Peter by your side, switching the kettle on without having to ask which is your favourite mug. 

Peter didn’t say anything. He just let you sit by your kitchen island and stare at your hands for as long as you needed. 

“It all started about two years ago.” you started, without even meaning to. “I, uh, I had been working the night shift. I worked in an emergency vet surgery. Anyway, one night, two guys came in. They said they had a horse outside that was giving birth but they couldn’t deliver the foul. It wasn’t rare that we got cases like this, so I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. But, instead of a horse trailer with a labouring mare, I found myself being carted off to a farm ten miles out of town.”

Peter slid the freshly made tea across to you before sitting down on one of the stools allowing the corner of the island to come between the both of you. 

“I had…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

You gave Peter a small nod, too emotionally exhausted to try and fight. 

You took a breath. “I had…found myself on a farm and all I remembered was getting hit over the head and when I woke up I was strapped into a ticking bomb.”

You recounted everything to Peter, from the moment when you woke up and what was going through your head, to managing to find your medical bag which they hadn’t hid well, if at all. And, how, from that, you had tried your best to get out and stop the bomb from going off whilst it was still attached to you. 

The fact that you had, by some miracle, managed to get away before it went off and blew up the barn was beyond you. But once Barton had found out, he wanted you in Shield. You had most of the medical training and with some training, you could become a major asset within Shield, helping eventually train medics in the organisation - even if you had started out as a Vet. 

It was safe to say Peter was pissed about Abbot's actions. 

Hell, it was even in the handbook and probably within the file that Abbot would have full access to since he was your Team Leader. 

You, under no circumstance, were to be put into a situation like you had been put in just hours earlier until you had clearance from a licensed medical therapist. And, after a few questions, Peter found that you hadn’t. 

Yes, you had clearance to train. You had clearance to practise. But when it came to something you had been so close with facing yourself? No. 

Again, time passed and before you knew it, you had come back around and your wall had slowly started to build back up. 

“I should probably go to bed. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” You tried to assure him. 

Eventually, Peter got up to leave but looking down at your top, you called out to him. 

“Sorry, here’s your top.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Peter turned to leave once again but then turned back. “Oh, here…just in case.”

You looked down and found Peter’s card. It contained his name, office address and his phone number. 

“If Abbot tries something like today again…”

“I’ll be sure to call.” you nodded, though Peter feared that what you were saying had no meaning. That you would continue through it, pushing your emotions against your brick wall as hard as you could before you broke again. 

“I mean it, Y/N. He shouldn’t have done that today.”

“I’ll be okay, Peter. I promise.”

AS the door closed behind him, Peter feared that you had made a promise you couldn’t keep, despite how much he knew you would try to.

#peter parker #peter parker x fe!reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland! peter parker #though you can see it as a different actor of Spider-Man if you want #fluff #angst #taking care of reader #co-workers #falling in love? #platonic ships #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #spider-man x reader #spiderman x reader #agent parker x reader #agent!peter parker #agent!peter parker x reader

[loganslowdown4]

Logan: I’ve been conducting a study to see what Remus will and will not eat—

Remus: Yeah it was fun!

Logan: Grass, yes. Motor oil, yes. Broom bristles, oh yes. Shoelaces, strange but true. Worms, yes. Rocks, sometimes. Twigs, yes. Roman’s cooking, inconclusive.

Patton: Ookay, how did you test this?

Logan: Just handing him random things and saying ‘eat this’, and usually it worked.

Patton: Well I don’t know how to feel about that but I have something nicer to eat. A cake for Remus’ birthday!

Remus: OOH! Thank ya pop tart!

Roman: Wait, is tHAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?!

Happy birthday trash rat man 🎂🗑️🐀💚🖤

#thomas sanders #happy birthday Remus #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts roman #patton sanders #incorrect sanders sides #ts logan #Remus sanders #ts remus #ts patton #platonic ships #Intrulogical #logicality #royality #logince #creativitwins #intruality

[yakuniku]

We should start altering ship names to indicate that it's platonic, maybe adding "p!" in the front or something. Like if I wanted to see posts about Zoro and Nami being bros, I could search "p!zonami" to make sure it was only platonic content.

Idk I just feel like in order to see non-ship related content, I have to wade through a lot of unrelated stuff and it would nice if there was a system in place to find stuff easier.

#tagging #shipping #platonic ships #one piece #roronoa zoro #nami #zonami #p!zonami #that's just the one idea I have #I'm sure other people would have better ideas

[banterismylovelanguage]

Favorite friendships/platonic dynamics in Genshin

In no particular order—

Yae Miko and Gorou:

it is SO funny—the lengths that Gorou will go just to not be teased is incredible. They share such a strong sibling/sis-in-law or bro-in-law dynamic. The relentless teasing, the instant familiarity with each other, the connection they have through Kokomi—

Ty Hoyoverse for making it a recurring joke, can’t wait for more.

Kaeya and Diluc:

I cannot stop laughing at the memes made about these two and their endless rivalry with each other. Sad backstory aside, they’re such interesting characters individually that putting them together only enhances that initial allure. Plus, you can write angst, you can write humor, you can just write wholesomeness around them—they have so much history and flexibility that it will always be attractive to pair them up together!

Plus, I love the “I pretend I don’t care but I actually really, really care” whole vibe they got going on. A classic dynamic, and a favorite!

Xiao and Hu Tao:

He thinks she’s funny. He THINKS she’s FUNNY. Oh my god, can you imagine Xiao hiding his smirk behind a hand while he tries to scowl? Or do you think he doesn’t hide a smile at all? How often do they hang out? How did they meet? (Also, does this not give hope for xiaoven shippers with eccentric Hu Tao and somewhat eccentric Venti!!) Does Zhongli just sigh every time he sees that his yaksha guard is amused by the antics of Hu Tao? What a lovely dynamic—yes give me their friendship.

Zhongli and Xiao:

Of course I must include them!! Idk if I see Zhongli as quite a “father” figure, but I do see him as a mentor in a way to Xiao. And it is so lovely to see the deep respect and care both have for each other. How can you not love the god and protector dynamic??

Yae Miko and Venti:

they would be SO funny, and an absolute chore for Ei. Plus, drinking buddies—mayhaps. I also feel that, judging from how intuitive they seem, they would use that on each other to understand each’s hidden sides, and that lets them just be honest in the other’s presence, or, rather, sit in silence with a quiet understanding of “I get you.”

Lots of potential material here for them. Please give me canon interaction to go wild with.

Sucrose and Albedo:

Can you just imagine how patient Albedo is when Sucrose stutters, makes a mistake, or wants to ramble about something? He’s just so patient and kind. I love that Sucrose found a comfortable spot as an assistant under him. And maybe this dynamic hits close to home for me, but I just love the gentleness surrounding these two and their dynamic.

Aether and Lumine:

It is SO easy to forget their devotion to each other in this game, at least for me, even though we’re reminded like constantly, but to understand the lengths and connection these two have for each other… like siblings is another kind of ride or die, but these two genuinely seem to get along and want to stay close to each other throughout their lives.

So often the sibling leaves to go on with their life, but these two were already traveling together! They wanted to explore together, they wanted to have each other’s backs for a while longer, and one of them is in so much pain from this separation.

In a way, you could almost compare it to one sibling moving on while the other feels the loss from their lack of connection to that sibling now, but it’s a natural part of growing up. Now bring in all the lore and it gets very different from this anecdote about growing apart from your sibling, but the devotion and protectiveness is still there, strong as ever, all throughout the game.

I want old memories of these two, I want flash backs, I want more interactions—do they tease each other? Do they have a funny nickname for the other? Do they feel insecure about anything with each other? What’s their plan after all this is over?

Family is so important, and these two really made a home with each other.

The Archons:

All the headcanons, the ideas, the speculation on how their relationship would work based on voice lines, etc. It just makes me have so much hope for their future interactions (pls happen soon). I really hope they’re not just tolerant of each other, or worse—indifferent. I want old pals, sibling-like banter, and deep-rooted history that gives them a certain level of trust or soft spot for each other. Maybe even a protective streak! (!!!!!!!!!)

Or, on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I want heartbreak. I want distrust, manipulation, bloody battles, complete and utter destruction with certain interactions.

And then I want healing.

Venti and cat:

I just think he’s adorable when he sneezes.

Fin

This might just be a part one because I know there are others but These are who I wanted to ramble about. Feel free to ramble about others or share a different dynamic that you saw for any of the above on this post!

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #platonic ships #friendships #venti #zhongli #xiao #gorou #yae miko #diluc and kaeya #hu tao #sucrose #albedo #aether #lumine #raiden ei #the archons #rex lapis #genshin barbatos #my thoughts

[the-siren-in-your-fridge]

I still can’t interpret huntlow as anything other than platonic. Within canon it’s pretty open to interpretation which I’m happy for so people can’t say I’m wrong because technically there’s no canon “right” way to look at that. It’s like literally every ship except Amelia and her husband in infinity train: they didn’t solidly confirm anything so we can all think what we want

But I like imagining someone asking adult Hunter if they’re together (because she’s always hanging around and he mentions her a lot) and he’s like “… together how?” “Like romantically?” “Oh. Uh. I think I would know if we were. She’s really important to me but we’re not together, we’re just close. It’s pretty cool” and that’s that. They’re besties eeeee

#platonic ships #I will die on this hill #do not argue with me about this I’m entitled to my own headcanons #they’re literally harmless so #toh #toh hunter #toh Willow #watching and dreaming #hunter noceda #Willow park

[kayedium-writes]

Friendships to Get to Know Me!

Rules: Name at least five (no upper limit) platonic relationships you love. Each from a different fandom.

Thank you to @udaberriwrites and @tsunderewatermelon for the tags, I will leave an open tag!

Each from a different fandom? Alright... Here goes!

Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano from Star Wars

2. Joey Tribbiani and Chandler Bing from Friends

3. Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis from the MCU

4. Harvey Specter and Mike Ross from Suits

5. Whitley Gilbert and Kim Reese from A Different World

#platonic ships #get to know me #this was harder than I expected