#surely it would’ve made more sense to include the text when i made the gif 😭😔 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

deskofninak · 2 years

Text

Best Wishes, Peter Parker // TASM!Spider-man x GN!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Reader is Peter’s college roommate and, due to vastly different schedules, they begin communicating via notes. Spoiler alert: this friendship will definitely blossom into something more.

Includes: two opposing plans, only one of which goes well; a collection of notes and one of photographs; and, a discovery of a secret identity.

Notes: Fluff, Andrew!Peter x OC, can we pretend that the reader’s birthday is December 18, pretty please?; the year is 2022 because I wanted to make a crappy Taylor Swift pun, Peter is definitely a Swiftie and I will not accept criticism of this.

Song: Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainer & John Legend

Word Count: 3273 | 3 sections

It was a cool summer morning, a beautiful summer morning even and Peter Parker had a plan. He’d recently had a friend of a friend from college move into the spare bedroom in his apartment. You were top of your class with an intelligence to rival his own and quite attractive, not that he’d been looking.

You’d moved in about a month ago but since the two of you had vastly different college and work routines, you rarely ran into each other around the apartment. That had changed last night. He’d managed to injure himself quite badly and needed to haul his ass back to his room about two hours earlier than normal. And since he’d been stupid enough to accidentally leave his phone at work, he had no way of informing you of this change in schedule.

You had mistaken him for an intruder. What had followed was a painfully awkward interaction between a very scared you, armed with a baseball ball, and a confused Peter, trying not to get accidentally murdered.

Thank goodness, he’d had the sense to put his hoodie back on or you would’ve spotted his injury and that would have opened up a whole Pandora’s box which he was very much interested in keeping shut.

So here he was, the very next morning, peeping from behind his door to make sure you weren’t awake yet. Running into you would likely result in another painfully awkward interaction so this was the plan: he would make you a coffee, leave a little note on it apologising and hopefully that would tide over the whole thing. Peter: 1. Life: 0.

It was a cool summer morning, a beautiful summer morning even and you had a plan. You were mortified at your behaviour the previous night - what exactly were you planning on doing with the baseball ball? Why didn’t you just call 911? Ugh, the entire situation made you want to curl up in your closet and never come out.

Your plan was straightforward: Peter usually left for class after you did so he would most definitely be asleep right now. You would get ready very, very quietly and leave as quickly as possible. And once you were safely out of the house, you would apologise over text and if you were lucky, you would be able to go the next few weeks without running into him.

However, that plan went completely out the window when you stepped into the kitchen. Your usual mug was lying on the kitchen counter, full to the brim with fresh coffee and a post-it stuck to its side. You peeled off the post-it, eyebrows drawing together in amusement at the words.

“Sorry about scaring you last night, please accept this coffee as a sincere apology. Hope you have a nice day! Best wishes, Peter Parker.”

A smile tugged at your mouth as you looked at Peter’s closed door, then back at the note. Still smiling, you put the note in your pocket and headed off to class.

The next morning, there was another note.

“Update: I found my phone in my locker at work! Thanks again for not murdering me. Hope you have a lovely day! Best wishes, Peter Parker.”

You looked toward his door again, willing it to open but it didn’t. Maybe he’d put the note there the night before and he was still asleep right now. You pocketed this note too.

And then set your mind to work on how you would reply.

Over the course of that semester, as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, as the schedule got busier and the homework kept piling up, you and Peter found a new constant in your lives: your notes. For two people who didn’t spend a lot of time together and led completely different lives, you found solace in your strange system of correspondence - Peter wrote you notes most mornings, talking about anything and everything, and occasionally, you would leave a gift for him in the living room.

And with each exchange, you thought – well, it sounded completely ridiculous to even think it but – you thought it would be very easy to fall in love with Peter Parker.

Excerpts from the notes written by Peter Parker, stored in the box under your bed:

“Emily told me you have an important presentation today. If it doesn’t go well, I could totally swing by and cause a distraction while you run. Hope it goes well! Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, taped to the fridge, on the morning of August 23.

“Thanks for the poetry book you left for me in the hall. I read a few pages while having lunch the other day and here’s my favourite part - Finja Brandenburg said, “I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?” Isn’t it wonderful, this feeling of being known by people I’ve never met? Have a beautiful day! Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, on the coffee table, on the morning of September 17.

“Emily says you haven’t left the apartment in two days? Are you unwell? Do you need me to get medicine? Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, taped to her bedroom door, on the afternoon of October 9.

“I replenished your stock of chocolates and got the syrup cough. Hope you feel better soon! Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, on top of her chocolate box in the kitchen, on the evening of October 11.

“Happy Halloween! Will you attend Professor Riley’s Halloween party? I might be there, too! Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, taped to the apartment door, on the morning of October 31.

“Do you ever wonder if penguins have knees? I think about it a lot. Might need to befriend a penguin to find out. Would you like to accompany me on this quest for knowledge? Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, taped to the hall window, on the evening of November 20.

“I’m going to visit my Aunt May for the weekend. Promise to bring a flower for you. Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, on the kitchen counter, on the night of December 3.

“Working late tonight. Please find attached the flower I promised. Aunt May sends her regards. Best wishes, Peter Parker.” ~ Found by you, attached to a flower, outside her bedroom door on the morning of December 6.

“Oscar Wilde said, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” Happy birthday. Best wishes, Peter Parker." ~ Found by you, on top of a cake box on the kitchen counter, on the morning of December 18.

”This is so cringey, please don’t hate me. ‘I don’t know about you, but I ’m feeling 2022.’ Happy New Year, courtesy of Taylor Swift. Best wishes, Peter Parker.“ ~ Pressed into your hand by Peter Parker during the New Year Party in your apartment at midnight, December 31.

Excerpts from the photo collection of gifts given by you, captured on Peter Parker’s camera:

[Pictured: a poetry book on the apartment’s coffee table, with a note scribbled on top that reads, "for peter parker, "we are kissed by poems, taken away by seas of prose” - rudy vitkauskas. happy reading".] ~ Photographed by Peter Parker on September 15.

[Pictured: a new pack of camera roll, with a note scribbled on top that reads, “for peter parker, because spencer tells me you’re almost out of camera roll, "let’s pay attention only to where we are. there’s enough beauty in being here and not somewhere else” - fernando pessoa. p.s. thanks for the cough syrup!“] ~ Photographed by Peter Parker on October 12.

[Pictured: a bouquet of calla lilies, pure white in the morning sunlight, with a note scribbled on top that reads, "for peter parker, hope you like these, "let us live like flowers, wild and beautiful and drenched in sun” - ellen everett".] ~ Photographed by Peter Parker on November 26.

[Pictured: a rainbow pastry, with a note scribbled on the box that reads, “for peter parker, because I don’t know when you birthday is and also, as thanks for the birthday cake you gave me, "with mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come” - william shakespeare".] ~ Photographed by Peter Parker on December 19.

[Pictured: a gift-wrapped box perched on the kitchen counter, with a note scribbled on top that reads, “for peter parker, happy new year, "for last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice. and to make an end is to make a beginning” - t.s. eliot”.] ~ Photographed by Peter Parker, with you standing next to him, two minutes into the New Year on January 1.

When Peter said small knives were his weakness, he was kidding. Mostly. Small knives do hurt like a bitch, especially when he isn’t able to dodge them. He limped back to the afternoon, the cold winter air biting at his wound. He’d texted you a few minutes ago that he would be home – mainly to ensure you didn’t greet him with a baseball bat again.

Inside his bedroom, he attempted to take off his suit while also switching on the bedside lamp. He should really have learned by now that multitasking was not his forte. He ended up pulling the entire lamp toward himself, ducked to avoid it hitting him in the face and fell back against his desk chair, turning it upside down and falling onto his butt.

None of this was his main concern, however. The problem was he’d probably made a lot of noise and that would surely attract your attention. Curse him for having such a caring friend. He strained to listen - silence in the hall, then the sound of a door opening and footsteps coming toward his door.

“Peter?” you called out. “Are you okay?”

“Uhh, I’m fine,” he said, still sitting on the floor and reaching for the broken lamp, trying to cut the web off it.

“What was all that noise?” you pressed.

Why was the tensile strength of his webs so good? “I fell. I’m okay.”

There was no response from you for a moment and he looked up toward the closed door. Then, you softly asked, “Peter, are you hurt?”

Yes. “No.” A stab wound to his side and a cut to the face from the now-broken flying lamp. “I’m not hurt.”

“You sound weird. What is going on in there?”

“Nothing,” he said, voice straining. He had almost cut the web off the lamp.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it? I’m coming in.”

“No, please don’t.” Quick, make up a lie. “I’m very naked right now.” What. He dropped his hand into his hands. What was wrong with him?

“What?” You sighed loudly. “Then put some clothes on and let me see if you’re hurt.”

“Uhh, I can’t do that.’

"Why not?” you snapped.

Peter sighed miserably, knocking his head onto the edge of the desk. “Okay, fine, I’m not actually naked. I’m just tired and I knocked over the desk chair. I’m all good, I’m going to go to sleep.”

“This is a very frustrating conversation. I’m coming in.” By the time you’d pushed open the door, he had clambered into bed and pulled the covers over him to hide his Spidey suit. You rushed in and, catching sight of the cut on his face, cried out, “You are hurt.” You looked around the room and noticed the broken lamp. “What were you trying to high-five the lamp with your face?”

“Something like that.” He grinned sheepishly.

You narrowed your eyes at him – too many inconsistent lies – and then sighed. “I’ll get the first aid box.”

You walked out of the room and he jumped out of bed, grabbing the opportunity to take off the Spidey suit as soon as possible. However, only a second later, your voice came, “Wait, the first aid box is still in your room.”

And then suddenly, you were standing at his door and he was still wearing his Spidey suit and her jaw was hanging open. “Oh. My God,” you exhaled. “YOU’RE SPIDER-MAN? You –”

"– wait, I can explain –”

“– are Spider-man! My roommate is Spider-man! I mean, now that I think about it, it makes so much sense –”

“– no, I’m not Spider-man –”

“– all your injuries, the stupid excuses for being late to everything, all your bloodied hoodies in the clothes hamper –”

“– no, no, I have had very good excuses for being late –”

“– but also, this is better than what I imagined because I thought you might be a serial killer or something and then the cops would catch you and I’d visit you in jail and stuff so it’s definitely good that that’s not true but still, how could you not tell me –”

“– wait, you thought I was a serial killer? –”

“– I thought we were friends but turns out you’ve been lying to me this whole time and being all sneaky –”

“– we are friends but, seriously, can we go back to that serial killer thing –”

“– it’s like I don’t even know who you are –”

Your next words were muffled as he stepped forward, cupping the back of your head with one hand and holding his other hand over your mouth. “Shush.” You finally quietened down, looking at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry I lied to you about being Spider-man. I was trying to protect you. I’m going to put my hand down now, just promise me you won’t scream.” You nodded.

“Okay.” He brought his hands down and held them out in front of him, just in case you decided to punch him or something. “You good?”

You nodded again, considerably calmer now. “You’re really Spider-man?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Wow.” You pulled herself together. "Did you really get hurt from the lamp or was it some bad guy on the street?”

He pointed to his forehead. “This was from the lamp. Accidentally pulled it at me instead of just flipping its switch.” He pointed to his side. “This was from a bad guy on the street.”

His blood had mixed with the red of his suit so you hadn’t noticed that wound until now. “YOU WERE STABBED?” you shrieked.

“Small knife. My weakness.” He laughed.

“Stop making jokes, you idiot. You were stabbed! We need to go to a hospital.”

“Just the first aid kit will do. I have super healing, you know.”

“Super –” You shook your head. “My best friend is an idiot.”

“Ouch,” he said, while pulling the first aid kit from under his desk. “That’s the second time you’ve called me an idiot. I’ve been stabbed, I don’t deserve this.”

You shot him a deadpan look and he swallowed his grin. It was cute, how worried you were for him. “You do deserve to be called an idiot. You got stabbed and you’re laughing! My best friend is officially crazy.”

“I’m your best friend?”

You glared at him. “Of course. Don’t be an idiot.” He held up three fingers at the word ‘idiot’. You rolled her eyes. “Now sit and let me see how much trouble you’re in.”

You inspected the cut on his forehead and handed him a clean cloth to dab at the blood with. It was just a small injury and would heal in no time.

At your instruction, he pulled off his Spidey suit so you could get a look at the wound on his side. It didn’t escape him that this was the longest conversation you’d ever had and he was be half naked during it. But it pleased him to no end that you appeared equally flustered about the situation and seemed to be trying very hard not to look at his naked chest.

You gingerly reached over to his side and he hissed in pain when you lightly ran a finger over the wound. “Hate to break it to you, Pete, but I don’t actually have a degree in medicine. I really think we should go to the ER.”

“No, no.” He waved away your concern. “We just have to clean it and bandage it up. My super healing will take care of the rest.”

You repeated the phrase 'super healing’ under your breath and shook your head. “Okay.”

Softly and patiently, he began guiding you through the process. Your hands shook a little from time to time, Peter could hear your heart beating loudly – you were stressed and worried about him. “You’re doing great,” he murmured.

When you’d finished the bandage, you sat back, gnawing at your lip. “I’m really sorry, Pete.”

He smiled at you. “About what?”

“I don’t know. Just felt like I should apologise.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I should be asking you that. How long have you been doing this?”

“A couple of years now.”

You nodded slowly. “Thanks. For everything you do. For the city and for me.”

He shook his head self-consciously. “No, I’m - I would never call myself a hero.”

“I never said hero,” you teased.

“It was implied!”

You looked down into your lap and then over at his desk, your gaze catching at a string of photos hanging on the wall. “What are those?”

He flushed deeply. They were pictures of the gifts you’d given him and posted next to them were the notes attached with the gifts. You were watching them with a very tender expression on your face and it struck him, not for the first time, how attractive you were.

“What’s that one? I’ve never seen that.” You pointed at the one picture he’d been hoping you might skip over. It was a picture of you, taken on the morning of your birthday - it captured you smiling widely at the note Peter had left you that morning.

Peter coughed and shook his head, and you finally caught on that he was embarrassed about the whole ordeal. “It’s okay. I’ve saved all the notes you wrote me.”

“You have?” His voice caught and tripped over the words.

You nodded, then pointed towards his bedside table. “You kept it.”

“Of course, I did.” It was the galaxy projector you’d gifted him on New Years.

You grinned at him and Peter felt some barbed wire inside him slowly being pulled loose and that gnawing hunger that was always eating at his heart retreating too. And he was filled with this inexplicable urge to kiss you. But not yet.

Tomorrow, when he would return from his vigilante patrolling, you would greet him with popcorn and a movie. And you would fall asleep on his shoulder so he’d carry you to your room and tuck you into bed. And next week, you’d leave a note on his morning coffee, asking him out on a date. And the month after that, he’d finally put his arms around you as he captured your lips with his own and you would kiss him back, and it would be so perfect it would take his breath away. And the year after that, when he would return to the apartment tired of being Spider-man, you’d crawl into his bed and hold him and remind him that he is Peter Parker too.

But that would all be in the future. For now, he looked into your sparkling eyes with the moonlight on your face, your hand squeezing his and just a touch of heat on your face because he was still, in fact, half naked. And he knew in that moment that finally, he was home.

xxx

Thank for you reading! Comments and reblogs are much appreciated. :) ~ Nina

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #marvel #peter parker fanfiction #x reader fluff #fluff

36 notes · View notes

yourmcu · 4 years

Text

Emotional Support Mode

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary:

in which the reader is the loner, antisocial daughter of Tony Stark and the other Avengers including her father never acknowledge her presence (they thought some sort of interaction made you uncomfortable) so she becomes friends with Friday instead - Tony probs finds out and it’s gonna be all cute n fluffie once he realizes -

Word count: 2,243

a/n: hi just wanted to write fluffy tony :)) also I used they/them for friday’s pronouns

Warnings: angst n fluff, friday’s a bit more advanced (not like they aren’t already but) bc they could almost act like a literal human here.

read it on ao3!

You arrive back at the Avengers facility, shoulders slumped and just tired in general since you have a lot of homework and projects to do from school, most of them due by the end of the week. You also have exams later in the week.

“Hey, Fri,” you huff as you make your way to the elevator.

“Welcome home, Y/N. Where do you want to go?”

Yes, you're very close with the A.I that they started calling you by your first name. “To my room - and uh, will you remind me to read two chapters in my history book after I’m done with all my homework? I also have this project, I just need some measurements later, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing.”

“Thank you.”

It’s going to be a long night, you sigh heavily just thinking about it. Now you’re probably wondering, ‘you live with the Avengers! Why don’t you ask Tony and Bruce for help? Maybe Steve and Bucky for your History test?’

Yeah, well... you barely talk to any real person you live with. Maybe it’s you, you always thought you're making the team uncomfortable. You don’t even talk to your own father often which is kind of depressing on your part.

You love them, they’re like your extended family, but it just isn’t working out. Maybe they just don’t like you. Up to this day you still wonder why Tony took you in when you were just a baby (you were a mistake from one of his one night stands) - he had the choice not to.

“I’m assuming you zoned out again. You have arrived to your room five minutes ago.” Friday announces.

“Y-yeah sorry,” you shuffle out of the elevator and swiftly head to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I also asked if I should inform Mr. Stark that you have arrived home.”

“No, no thanks. He’s busy and... probably wouldn’t care anyway,” You mutter the last part as you pile the books you need on your desk. “Can you put my study playlist on, please?”

----

“What time is it, Friday?”

“7PM. I was about to remind you to take a break.”

You get up from your chair and stretch, halfway through the last of your homework which is a two page essay. “You’re too kind, thanks pal,” when you walk out your room to head to the kitchen and grab a snack, the lounge is empty, kitchen empty,

“The team’s on a mission? I thought they had the whole week off,” you say before gulping down a water bottle.

“I checked the security footage: they left about an hour ago. Captain Rogers was talking about getting dinner.”

You put the bottle down. “Oh,” you try to mask your disappointment. This isn’t your first time being alone, they always left you here when they had a mission of course but... well, it’s not like they want you around them. “I’ll - I’ll just make myself something later, then. Not a big deal. I have to study anyway.”

Another hour later, the Avengers are back. They're all conversing happily as they pile in the lounge. Peter's rambling about upgrades for the Spiderman suit while Tony's typing away in his phone, nodding at everything he says. Everyone else is arguing about the TV channels and talking about the new restaurant they ate at.

Rhodey shifts, looking around. “Why do I feel like we forgot something?”

Natasha looks at him, waiting for him to go on.

“I assure you, I brought Mjolnir with me this time.” Thor butts in.

“No not that, what time does Y/N get home from school?” No one answers. It’s not like any of them know. It's natural that Rhodey would be worried about his goddaughter (even if they rarely talk). He turns his head to his best friend who’s now walking away with Peter, an arm around his shoulder. “Tony, where’s Y/N?”

He doesn’t hear since he has his full attention on his protégé.

“I’ll start making this tomorrow, I guess. I still have to buy materials.” You mumble to yourself, but you hope Friday's listening to everything you say just to make you feel less lonely. You swipe the hologram of the blueprint away and place the thick books in front of you.

“I would like to recommend a suitable study plan.” they state.

You rub your eyes, sighing, “I’m already halfway, I would’ve considered it earlier though.”

“This is only a recommendation, feel free to ignore it.”

You push yourself away from the desk and mutter a “go on,”, fiddling with your pen.

“Asking Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes would give you more details for your History examination, since the pair were originally from that time period. The same goes for Mr. Banner for your Science examination, I believe he has seven Ph.D’s, you may also approach Vision for the same topic. Mr. Stark has all the necessary materials for your project in his lab. Would you like me to-”

If only it were that easy. It should be easy, the thought alone makes you really nervous. “No, I - I appreciate the recommendation, Friday, but - I think I can do this on my own.”

“But you’re tired and it is almost midnight. I would help you myself but you specifically told me not to.”

They’re not wrong. Your eyes are starting to droop and you barely understand anything you're reading. You're also fighting back tears - why is talking to your family so hard?

“I can sense sadness. Would you like me to activate emotional support mode?”

“Yeah, okay. That sounds great right about now.”

----

“Crap. Guess we lost track of time again, kid,” Tony wipes his hands with a rag while he looks at the time on his computer. “You better get home. I’ll send May a text for keeping you this late.”

“Okay, thank you Mr. Stark. I’m just gonna use my suit-”

“No. Happy will drive you.”

Peter knew better than to argue and insist so he just nods and smiles sheepishly. A minute later Happy came ‘round to take him home.

Tony turns back around. “Friday, make a new project for me please, I’m adding minor upgrades to the Spiderman suit.”

“Not now, boss.”

Oh. He did not expect that. “Excuse me?”

“Y/N is currently opening up. I would like to give her my full, undivided attention. Please come back after fifteen minutes or so.”

Tony doesn’t exactly know how to feel about that. He never sees her outside her room anymore that he kinda forgot she existed tonight - oh fuck, they didn’t bring her to dinner with them.

“Well,” he exhales. “What is she saying?”

“That would be an invasion of privacy.”

“I’m her father-”

“Are you, sir?” Friday’s clever remark makes him stop abruptly.

It’s pretty clear that he’s been a shit father. Not only does he ignore you all the time but he treats Peter way better than his own flesh and blood. The Avengers on the other hand, they were nice people, but just didn’t understand so they try their best to get out of your way.

You were afraid of rejection, afraid to interact, because you had no idea what everyone thought of you. Did they like you? Did you make them uncomfortable? Did they want you around? What about Tony, did he really want a daughter in his life? Because you noticed he’d be better off with a son, yeah, like Peter goddamn Parker.

Tony sighs, walking out of his lab and heads to the mini bar to grab a drink. He needs to think: there's absolutely nothing wrong about you, he just didn’t do his job right, you thought he didn’t care, you thought nobody did. Even Friday is turning against him, doing a better job of comforting and being there for you.

“God, I’m such an asshole,” he mutters to himself, rubbing his forehead. He drinks his last shot and heads to the kitchen. “She still awake?” He calls out.

“She is.” Friday has a bitter tone.

He's hesitant to ask again, feeling really bad for not knowing this simple question - “what’s her favorite beverage?”

----

“How do you feel?”

You sniffle. “Well y’know, better than before. I should probably go to sleep. Thanks, Fri.”

“You’re welcome. Also, Mr. Stark is outside your door.”

“W-what?” You put away your books and straighten up, rubbing your damp eyes. “You’re serious? Okay, uh, let him in?” It's more of a question.

“Alright.”

You turn to face your desk as Tony enters the room, holding two steaming mugs. He sits at the end of your bed, just right next to the chair you're sitting on. “Hi,” he gives you a small smile and hands you a mug.

What’s the occasion?

“What’s this?” You ask quietly before taking the mug from his hands. Tony's being gentle and soft, it's odd but you’re not complaining.

“Green tea with honey. I... I thought I saw you make that stuff once.” He says, not mentioning the fact that Friday told him that.

“Oh, well, yeah,” you take a small sip. He added a bit too much honey but other than that it was good. “I thought you preferred coffee, though,”

Tony shrugs, his eyes glistening when he looks at you. “Wouldn’t hurt to try something new.”

“Did - did you want something, Dad?” You always found yourself awkward, couldn’t even make conversation with someone for long, always wanted to get straight to the point so it could be over with.

He looks like he wants to say something but he just averts his gaze to you, his hands, the floor, then suddenly he leans in and hugs you. Your feel your heart swell and body warm up, it’s a new sensation for you after all, you rarely get hugs from people. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “For everything. I’m such a bad dad, I don’t deserve you. I even forgot you when we went out to dinner.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I had loads of stuff to do earlier anyway, so, but yeah I was just - I just overreact, I’m sensitive. I don’t blame you and the others for not liking me, I know there’s nothing like-able about me, I’m not like Peter-” You ramble, tears now leaving your eyes again.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that,” Tony says as he pulls you closer to him, head resting against his chest while he rubs your back comfortably. “Y/N Stark, you are smart, brilliant - I was just an ass for not acknowledging that.”

“I know you’re just saying that to-”

“Oh, but I’m not,” he now places his hands on your shoulders, getting you to look at him. “Tell me who built their first engine when they were eight?”

You blush, “Dad-”

“No, come on, I wanna hear it.”

“I did.”

“Yes you did. And who made a completely functioning robot at their middle school science fair that blew all the teacher’s minds?”

You’re trying to hide a smile, recalling the memory, “I did.”

“And who,” Tony gets up and walks to the bulky looking thing that you covered with a sheet, pulling it off, “is currently building a computer from scratch?”

“Dad! That’s still a work in progress,” he messily places the sheet back and chuckles.

“My point is, you’re a clever and talented girl, Y/N. Don’t bring yourself down. And you don’t have to be shy around your family, those idiots have been dying to get to know you but since you don’t talk much... they don’t want to force it. We love you,” he says. “I hope you forgive me ‘cause I really wanna make it up to you. I’m not calling Peter in for a few weeks.” Tony sits down beside you again.

You couldn’t believe he’d do that for you. “You don’t have to, if you need him for something then-”

“-then you could help me instead, if you’re up for it.”

“I’m really sorry for being such a lonely freak,” you yawn, getting back into Tony’s open arms. “I love you.”

Tony tucks you in and lies down beside you, “I love you tons, kiddo.”

You snuggle into his chest, feeling his steady breathing while he rests his chin above your head.

----

It's morning. The Avengers are gathered at your open bedroom door.

“Are you getting all of this, Friday?”

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Steve turn that shuttering sound down!” Natasha hisses at the super soldier who's doing his task, taking pictures.

Steve almost drops the phone and has Bruce fix the volume for him.

They’re all watching you and Tony cuddle together, still fast asleep.

“Do we have to stay here until they wake up?”

“Unless you have a great way of waking them up, yes. Now shut up.”

“If you think about it we definitely look creepy right now.” Sam comments.

“It’s their fault for having the door wide open all night!” Clint says.

Tony's actually awake the whole time, listening to them bickering. “You have three seconds to get the hell out of here before I make all of you polish my suits.” With that, the team races down the hall, pushing each other to get away first like literal children.

2K notes · View notes

holidaywishes · 3 years

Text

Dusk Till Dawn

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: 22 of the music prompts with Matthew Tkachuk please? “but you’ll never be alone / i’ll be with you from dusk till dawn” (dusk till dawn, zayn & sia) for @chuckythepest

Warning: fluff, maybe some angst, soft smut (I’ll be honest, I changed my mind about having a bit of smut in here or not and it’s not much but it’s there, so...)

Author’s Note: I’m sorry it’s taken me a little bit longer to write but hopefully it gives you what you’re looking for. I’ve never listened to this song so much in my life; I had it playing on repeat as I wrote this so I could really get a feel of what to write. My friend is a huge Matthew Tkachuk fan, really a huge Flames fan in general, but I have to admit I had to watch a lot of interviews to get a feel for the guy. I also wasn’t sure if I wanted it to be an angsty fic or a fluffy one because the song kinda has both vibes so honestly, it’ll be an adventure for the both of us. If you enjoyed this one, here’s the entire list of prompts. Feel free to send your requests through! Stay Golden, loves <3!

masterlist

the other masterlist

You had been on a vacation with a few of your friends in Cancun for about a week when you got the news that everything was going into lockdown

“What does this mean?” your friend, Beth, asked as she paced around the hotel room

“It means that everyone has to stay inside for a bit” you said

“No, what does that mean for us?” she asked again

“I guess it means that we have to isolate when we get home” another of your friends, Jenna, replied as she dropped onto the bed

“I wouldn’t have left if I knew we were gonna come back to a total nationwide, international lockdown!” Melanie, your childhood friend shouted frantically

“Okay, everyone calm down...” you sighed, “we knew this was a possibility, as much as we might want to say that we didn’t, we knew that we could get home and everything would be shut down”

“So what do we do?” Beth asked

“We...” you stammered, not having the answers but trying your best to stay calm, “we listen. We do what we’re told -- isolate, quarantine, get tested, all of it -- and then hopefully it’ll be over soon.” Your words were like a curse because as soon as you got back to St. Louis, the world seemed crazier than it ever was. Months went by and nothing changed. People were still getting sick, still dying, and there were still people who thought it was all a hoax. Birthdays were spent apart, friends stopped making an effort to keep in touch and it made everything feel... cold and sad. The only thing that seemed to make any sense was your friendship with Matthew.

“What’s up kid?” he texted one day after a particularly hard week and you just about broke down in front of your phone screen

“I lost my job...” you sent back

“Ah shit, I’m sorry”

“It’s fine but thank you”

“It’s not fine”

“I mean, no, but it’s not like it’s just me. Half of the world has lost their jobs”

“That doesn’t mean you have to be all fine about it”

“Matt, seriously, it’s fine”

“You say that now and then two days from now you’ll get pissed about someone else getting promoted”

“I wouldn’t do that”

“Not on purpose but stress can do things to a person...”

“I’ll be fine but thank you for caring so much”

“Anytime!” you smiled at his concern before changing the subject, checking in with his family, asking him about what was going to happen with the season, “I have no idea... everything is still shut down until further notice”

“I hope things get better by Christmas”

“At the rate things are going, I don’t think they will”

“Way to stay positive, Tkachuk” you scoffed to yourself

“It’s what I do 😜” the conversation didn’t last long after that and you went on a spiral of looking and applying for jobs; everything came crashing down when you’re grandpa got sick and you couldn’t visit him. You called the hospital every day, not wanting your grandpa to be alone, but they wouldn’t let you in, ‘protocols’ they said

“I don’t know what to do, Matt” you sobbed over the phone

“Relax,” he tried, “we’ll get you in there”

“They won’t let me in!” you argued, raising your voice in anger, “he’s dying and they won’t let me see him...”

“I can make sure you see him.”

Matthew’s P.O.V

You were trying your best to get (Y/N) into the hospital to see her grandpa but it was taking a lot more effort than you thought

“Please,” you begged the doctor, “he doesn’t have anyone else. She’s not getting any answers and she just wants to see him, even if it’s to say goodbye”

“I’m sorry. I can’t break the rules for your girlfriend” the doctor replied

“No--” you stammered, trying to backtrack, “she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my best friend and she wants to see her grandfather”

“I can’t break protocols for one person. We’re doing everything we can to keep him healthy and if we invite guests inside, it puts our patients at risk,” the doctor explained, “maybe we can set up a Zoom call”

“If he dies and she isn’t there, she will blame herself for the rest of her life”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a choice...” you angrily hung up the phone, throwing it to the side while you thought up a plan before calling (Y/N).

“The doctor said no...” you said solemnly

“What?” she whimpered, “Matt, he can’t be alone there. In a hospital, he needs to be with people who love him”

“They said they have protocols,” you added, “but we can sneak in there...”

“Sneak into a hospital?” she scoffed, “Matthew, we’re not spies. We can’t sneak into a hospital during a pandemic”

“Just trust me”

“What happens if we get caught? If we get in trouble?”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it”

“I can’t le--”

“Just trust me” you interrupted, convincing her that everything would be okay and ending the call. You made your way to the hospital where (Y/N)’s grandpa had been checked into and asked around about how someone could have visitors

“They’d have to be tested before they came and then retested, temperature checked, when they got here,” a nurse explained, “and then they’d have to sit behind a barrier with a mask on. It wouldn’t be any different than most other places -- we’re following the same guidelines and restrictions, we just have to be 10 times as careful because we have lives at stake”

“But if a family member did all that, the tests and followed the guidelines, they could come visit?” you asked, feeling like you might be getting close to a solution

“Hypothetically?” she started, “it’s possible but there would be a time limit. Maybe 10 minutes maximum and even that’s pushing it”

“I can work with that!” you smiled under your mask and rushed out of the hospital, texting (Y/N) about what needed to be done, the two of you rushing to a testing facility as fast as possible and waited impatiently for the results. When both of your results came back negative, you told her you’d make a call and get her in to see her grandpa; she hugged you tightly before a tear fell from her eye onto your exposed collarbone. “He’s gonna be okay” you whispered

“Thank you,” she replied, keeping her arms wrapped around your neck, “for doing all this for me”

“I know how much he means to you” you smiled at her when she finally let go of you, her eyes softening at your words. You and (Y/N) met when your dad was drafted to St. Louis and had been friends ever since, celebrating each others successes as the years went by. Her grandparents raised her after her mom died and her dad took off, she was only six years old; her grandma died two years later so it was (Y/N) and her grandpa against the world. They were inseparable and she would’ve done anything for him -- including letting you sweet talk a group of nurses to get her into a hospital during a global pandemic. You watched as she made her way down the hallway, the lack of visitors and laughter making everything suddenly feel real, she stopped in front of a large glass door clutching onto the coat that she held in her hands as she waited for someone to let her in. A doctor finally let her in but stayed close by, pulling her out after 10 minutes had passed, not a second more, “come on, man,” you begged, “let her have a little bit more time”

“I can’t” he replied before looking at (Y/N), “I really am sorry.” She nodded at the doctor before looking back toward her grandpa’s room and tucking herself into your side as you made your way out of the hospital. You started to drive her home but after miles of silence, she asked if you could take her to the park where the two of you used to sneak out to

“Yeah, sure” you agreed, keeping your voice soft and letting her rest her head against the window for the remainder of the ride. When you pulled up in front of the park and parked the car, you looked at (Y/N) noticing a stream of dried tears on her cheeks before she swung open the car door and ran to the swings. She did this every once in a while, tried to ignore her pain and focus on putting a smile on someone else’s face by pretending she was fine. You could always tell that she wasn’t fine but you couldn’t always bring her out of it, “(Y/N)...” you sighed

“Come on, Matty!” she called, pushing herself on the swing to see how high she could get, “let’s see if you can get higher than me!”

“(Y/N).. we don’t have to do this. We could just sit and talk if you wanted to...”

“Why? I wanted to come to the park to play, not to talk,” she challenged, “if I wanted to talk, I would’ve gone home or to your place...” you exhaled as you walked toward the free swing beside her, your eyes following her as they tried to catch a glimpse of her face; trying to gauge whether or not she was crying. She didn’t stay on the swing too much longer, instead choosing to jump onto the Merry Go-Round

“You’re gonna spin on this now?” you scoffed

“No,” she answered with a laugh, laying down on the cold metal, “you’re going to spin me and I’m gonna see how long it takes me to get dizzy.. Just like we used to do.” You obliged, letting the sound of her laughter fill the air while the old playground equipment squeaked below her. As you kept spinning her, you noticed that her once happy laughter had been replaced by whimpers and you fought to slow down the Merry Go-Round

“(Y/N)?” you asked as you rushed to her, “what’s wrong? what happened?”

“He’s all alone, Matt...” she cried, “you should’ve seen him, he was so weak and I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay but I don’t think he’s going to be okay...”

“Shhh,” you tried to calm her sobs, letting her head fall onto your shoulder, “I’m here”

“I don’t want him to be alone... I don’t want to be alone” she sobbed

“You’re not alone...” you whispered and she looked up at you, her eyes flooded with tears, “you’ll never be alone...” you could tell by the way she looked at you that she wanted you to kiss her but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything, fearing that she was too vulnerable and you’d be taking advantage of her. So, you continued to hold her instead, for as long as she needed but when she lifted her head up from your shoulder to look at you once more, she made the first move, pressing her lips onto yours as dusk set in and the two of you were the only sound either of you could hear. Your lips moved in sync with hers as your hands laid firmly on her sides; rolling her onto her back slowly so she didn’t hit her head. Her hands roamed to the top of your zipper, pushing the slider down before you tore it off your body quickly, leaving her lips for just a second to throw the fabric behind you. As much as you wanted this to happen, you were still being careful and she could feel your hesitation

“What’s wrong?” she asked

“Nothing,” you lied, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re not just doing this because you’re upset...”

“I know what I’m doing, Matt” she smiled.

When Matt started to drive you home, you asked him to redirect you to the park the two of you used to go as kids; so you could feel a little less like the world was falling apart

“Yeah, sure” he said softly before your head fell against the window as you waited for him to pull up to the park. You had managed to keep your crying quiet enough that, when he saw you, Matt was surprised to see the stream of tears on your cheeks. You pressed your lips together before you rushed out of the car toward the old swing set, jumping on and trying to get as high off the ground as possible

“(Y/N)...” Matt sighed and the tone of his voice was all too familiar so you ignored it

“Come on, Matty!” you laughed when you called to him, “let’s see if you can get higher than me!”

“(Y/N).. we don’t have to do this. We could just sit and talk if you wanted to...” he tried but you shook your head. You just wanted to forget what you’d just seen, forget about what was happening, forget that you might have to be alone again and you really didn’t want to be alone again

“Why?” you urged, “I wanted to come to the park to play not to talk. If I wanted to talk I would’ve gone home or to your place...” he finally walked to the swing next to you and began pumping his legs to meet your height before you could feel him watching you, leading you to hop off the swing and head to the next piece of equipment from your childhood; the Merry Go-Round.

“You’re gonna spin on this now?” Matt scoffed as he followed you to the metal death trap that you climbed on

“No,” you replied, chuckling at his question before lying down, your exposed skin meeting the cold metal below you, “you’re going to spin me and I’m gonna see how long it takes me to get dizzy.. Just like we used to do.” He compressed his lips and did as you asked, spinning you quickly and you laughed as you got increasingly dizzy with every turn before your grandpa’s face popped into your head; tears overcoming you as whimpers left your lips. Matt quickly dug his feet into the ground to stop the Merry Go-Round

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” he rushed to you, pulling you close to him, “what happened?”

“He’s all alone, Matt,” you cried as you remembered your grandpa in the hospital. He was all you had and the idea of him not being with you terrified you, “you should’ve seen him, he was so weak and I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay but I don’t think he’s going to be okay...” you shook your head frantically at the thought

“Shhh..” he hushed you, letting your head fall on his shoulder, “I’m here”

“I don’t want him to be alone... I don’t want to be alone” you sobbed

“You’re not alone,” he whispered and you felt his body move closer to yours, just to close the space between you, your eyes continuing to brim with tears, “you’ll never be alone.” Whether it was your fear of being alone, of losing the only person who had ever loved you, or if you just wanted to be close to someone, anybody, you looked up at Matt with soft eyes, hoping he’d make a move. But he didn’t. He just held you and, as nice as it was, it wasn’t what you wanted. You lifted your head once more, this time moving your lips closer to his as the sky filled with the dark hues of dusk, his breath brushing across your skin before your lips connected with his. He pressed his hand against your waist as he kissed you slowly, your lips parting just enough for his tongue to inch into your mouth before he shifted his body to lay your back onto the Merry Go-Round, holding your head with his free hand so you didn’t hurt yourself. Your hands found their way to the zipper of his hoodie, sliding it down and pushing the fabric from his arms and he left the kiss just for a second to easily throw away his hoodie, leaning back over you while you waited for him to continue kissing you but he pulled away

“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up as he did and you leaned against his back

“Nothing...” he said but you could tell he was lying, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re not just doing this because you’re upset...”

“I know what I’m doing, Matt” you scoffed and he turned his head back to you

“I know you do,” he smiled, kissing your nose playfully, “I just want you to know that you don’t have to”

“I want to” you replied, placing your hand on the side of his face to bring him closer to you, pressing your lips against his and twisting his body back on top of yours. You melted into each other, your breathing in sync as you undid the button of his jeans, setting him free before his hands drifted to push your leggings down. His lips trailed to your neck as he pushed himself into you, eliciting a quiet moan from you and a growl from him when you dug your nails into his skin. You tried not to make too much noise, worrying that the park was still too close to the neighbouring houses, but every once in a while you whined out a curse word

“Fuck,” Matthew moaned out before you could, “oh god” he grunted against your neck as he continued to pump in and out of you, your back arching to gain more friction

“Shit,” you whimpered, “fuck.” His speed increased and you giggled when you heard the Merry Go-Round start to squeak

“Shh” he chuckled

“I’m sorry” you laughed back, trying to focus more on the pleasure than the noise and after a few minutes, Matt released inside you and rolled to the side. You curled up beside him, placing your hand on his chest before you fell asleep next to him. You woke up with the dawn, letting Matt sleep while you watched the Sky lighten

“Good morning” he cooed, kissing your shoulder as he sat up

“Good morning,” you smiled, turning to lay a kiss to his lips, “we should probably get out of here before someone rats us out” he laughed but nodded in response, grabbing his hoodie from the ground and wrapping it around you. You watched him drive smoothly through the streets and you smiled to yourself

“What?” he smirked

“Nothing,” you replied, “I just... like you a whole lot”

“That so?” He chuckled to himself

“Yeah”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like you a whole lot, too.” He reached out his hand to interlock his fingers with yours and a flush of heat ran through your body. He had managed to make you forget about everything for a while and you were grateful to him for that but you were still scared that you’d end up alone in the long run. “Hey,” he said, seemingly catching your eyes fall to your lap, “I meant what I said last night”

“What?” You replied, furrowing your brow

“You’ll never be alone. I’ll always be here for you”

“Thank you,” you smiled, dropping your head on the headrest, “for everything.”

“Any time” he smirked, bringing your hand up so he could kiss it while the two of you drove silently back to his house.

#Matthew Tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk fic #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #Matthew Tkachuk request #Matthew Tkachuk prompt #Song Prompt #Music Prompt #dusk till dawn #dusk till dawn prompt #ZAYN and sia #request #fic request #imagine request #prompt request #song prompt request #masterlist #the other masterlist #hockey #nhl

92 notes · View notes

kirislut · 3 years

Text

the swing set

a/n: so this is just a comfort fic for myself really pfft,, just some feelings of mine that seem to stay unresolved,, but i still hope you enjoy! i need to stop pouring my personal feelings and experiences into fics abxmwkd also i’m worried osamu might be a little ooc sorry about that!!

pairing: osamu x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: over thinking, self blame, mentions of toxic friendship?

taglist (open): @katsushimaa @animatedarchives @peach-pops @deephasoceanmagic @goopyartiste @sugas-sweetheart @shoutamajiki @justamultifandomfan16 @spookykiri @yee-harr @colorseeingchick @tetsurolls @meliorist-midoriya @olsenholic @ordinary-ace @bunnythepipsqueak @sushii10 @sunseteyes @aaakaaashii @aizawaslovebot @rousouhouuu @wompwomphq @eighth-wanderer

moving was no easy task. having to leave everything behind and restart was no fun in the slightest. the hardest thing was saying goodbye to all of your friends. you knew the promise of texting each other was flimsy, eventually, they’d forget and move on with other friends. but you tried not to dwell on the thought too much. you tried to think of how making new friends would be good for you, trying to put yourself out there and make connections was something you needed to improve on anyways.

it wasn’t long before you were accepted into a group of friends, being the new person in school comes with perks since the attention was on you for the first week. everything was smooth from there, you enjoyed your new friends even though there were moments or inside jokes you didn’t understand. you tried not to dwell on it much, it’s not like they were trying to exclude you. however, slowly yet surely, they began to.

whether they meant to or not they started to leave you out of things. forgetting to text you plans for hanging out together, leaving without you after school ended, and sometimes never even glancing in your direction during lunch. some days it was like you never even existed to them in the first place. yet you still stayed around the group. how could you not, you had nowhere else to go.it didn’t help that another new student joined the class. and just like your group did with you, they gladly accepted the new girl into the friend group.

if you didn’t think they didn’t care about you before, you did now. it was painfully obvious how much they enjoyed the new girl’s company instead of yours. often talking to her or asking her to tell them stories. the spotlight was constantly on her, asking her about how she thought being at a new school was. or how cool she was for being new and such. even though you were new as well just two months or so ago.

however you held no resent towards the girl, she was funny and lovable, gorgeous as well. you could understand why they enjoyed her company over your own. you just weren’t interesting enough for them, no matter what you did or talked about. but they still had their moments of being nice to you and inviting you to hang out. maybe you were just overthinking the friendship between yourself and them.

with winter break just starting, you couldn’t help but feel excited. you had ideas of what to get and make your friends for christmas. even if they weren’t as attentive to you they were still your friends after all! besides if they didn’t want you there they would’ve said something, and they did.

a few days into the break you got a text from one of the girls in the group. she explained how she and everyone else didn’t want to be friends with you anymore because they just didn’t like you all that much anymore. their excuse was not connecting with you, that you were just too different. that and with the new girl there they didn’t want to keep you around anymore, it apparently just felt too awkward.

you responded with a string of angry and emotional texts, saying how they were all mean and how they were terrible friends anyway. it was all in the heat of the moment, and while you said you wouldn’t miss them, deep down you knew you would. while the last bits of the friendship was weak and crumbled, the beginning was lots of fun and memorable. what were you going to do now that you were alone?

you don’t know how much time was spent with you crying in your bed, but that was all you could do. so when tears no longer came out, you decided to leave the house and just get some fresh air. your room was now stuffy, the tearful atmosphere felt suffocating to you. so you grabbed your jacket, told your parents you were gonna go for a walk and left the house.

the winter night instantly made you feel chilly, a tingle immediately rushing down your spine as your started to walk to nowhere in particular. even though you went on this walk to try and clear your head, thoughts slowly started to spill into your mind about the ordeal.

you wondered what went wrong, they said it was you so could you have done better? maybe you weren’t a good enough friend, maybe you should’ve been more interesting and fun, maybe if the new girl never came you wouldn’t have been tossed aside like a piece of garbage. all of the possibilities and thoughts of maybe this and maybe thought clouded your mind. it was only when you felt tears running down your cheeks again that you were pulled out of your spiraling thoughts.

carefully you swiped your tears away with the back of your hand, only now looking to see where your feet had carried you too. it seemed that you ended up at the local park in your neighborhood. this was the one place you enjoyed after the move, coming there after school to just relax and enjoy the weather. it seemed that your subconscious knew where to take you to try and comfort yourself. it made you feel a little happy that at least someone cared, even if it was just your subconscious.

you beelined straight to the swings, it was the best place to sit in the park. it also felt nice to pretend like you were in a shoujo manga, waiting for your crush to meet you at the first place you met so that they could confess to you. maybe this was why your friends, now previous friends, decided to drop you. were your thoughts and interests just too different from theirs? was it really that bad enough for them to decide and exile you from their group? whichever way you tried to think about it, it just didn’t make sense. what could you do to improve yourself? how could you become more likable like the new girl? you were the problem right? it wasn’t their fault they dropped you, no it was yours. you were the problem, you were the problem, you were the pro-

“is this swing taken?” you looked to the source of the voice, not expecting to see a gray-haired male that seemed to be the same age as you. “oh no it’s not sorry,” the male nodded at your response and sat himself down on the swing beside you. he looked straight ahead, pushing off on the ground and gently starting to swing back and forth. you watched as he didn’t pick up much speed, just slowly and rhythmically going back and forth.

you looked over the male, taking in his handsome and very familiar features. you felt like you’ve seen him around before yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. so when you noticed the maroon sports jacket he was wearing it finally clicked. “you go to inarizaki high as well? i feel like i’ve seen you walking around the halls before,” the male glanced over at you and simply nodded. “yeah i do. you’re in my friend’s class i’m pretty sure. i’m miya osamu, what’s your name?”

the conversation after that flowed slowly and steadily, you exchanged names and talked about his friend, suna, who was in your class, and about how he played volleyball for the school. it was casual and very calming in a sense, something that felt a bit out of place after crying your eyes just before this. osamu was surprised you didn’t know him as one of the miya twins, but it was refreshing, to say the least. “so what are you doing out here?” osamu’s question caused you to sigh, you didn’t want to suddenly dump your feelings onto some cute guy you just met. “i just wanted some fresh air that's all,” you watched as the male’s eyes squinted at you, clearly questioning your answer. but it wasn’t a lie, you did want to get some fresh air because your bedroom reeked of your sadness but you didn’t think it was necessary to include that part.

“any reason for wanting fresh air? i don’t mean to be rude but it looks like you’ve been crying. do...you want to talk about it?” you unconsciously started to nervously play with your fingers, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him much. what if you would scare him away just like all your prior friends? but also, at this point, you didn’t have much to lose. so, you did something you never thought you’d ever do. you poured your feelings out to some cute guy you just met, on the swings of all places.

osamu nodded slowly as you explained the situation of you moving and how you found new friends only to be replaced and dumped not too long after. you even shared your doubtful feelings of not being enough and thinking you were the problem. “well there’s always going to be someone out there who's just better.” the blunt comment made you deadpan at the gray-haired male, so this was how he comforted people? but before you could interject he continued, “that’s sadly just the reality of life. i know from personal experience, but—“ he paused for a moment, his mind flickering to his more preferred twin brother “—it’s not your fault. no matter how much you want to blame yourself it’s not your fault. it’s theirs for being jerks.”

your eyes bore into the ground as you processed his words. you knew he was right, but you still had a hard time accepting that you weren’t the problem. surely something could’ve been different if only you were different. “you shouldn't have to change yourself to be more liked by others, it’ll just end up as a complicated mess anyways. i’m sure you can easily find better friends,” osamu intervened, trying to stop your mumbling about being different. he didn’t know why he asked, or why he wanted to help you, but he didn’t mind the small bit of attachment he had no formed with you. if anything he couldn’t help but somewhat relate to your problem.

while it was never voiced out loud, osamu knew that atsumu was the preferred twin. it made sense to him, he was the more charismatic and somehow the more handsome one. even though they had the same face. even though atsumu insisted they were equals he always felt like the second-best in most things. but, there was always one thing he knew he was better at than his brother, and friends that he knew valued them both the same. “hey osamu,” you started, fidgeting with your hands again as you felt the male’s gaze on you, “thank you for talking to me. i feel better about it.”

osamu smiled just slightly, he was glad to hear that you were at least doing better. though he could still see you were a little down, he had an idea to fix that. he hopped off from the swing and walked behind you. the gray-haired male looked at you quickly, silently asking for permission to which you allowed with a nod. he gently pushed you on the swing, pushing harder with each time you swung back to him so that you’d swing higher and higher. the sensation of swinging back and forth brought a smile to your face, there was just something about it that could always bring a smile to your face.

the male stepped to the side to let you swing, glad to see you finally looking happy. he ended up swinging beside you, he wanted in on the fun as well. the two of you swung for a good while but had to stop because swinging and conversing was surprisingly difficult. you guys talked about the upcoming holidays and about where each of you lived since you had to both live somewhat near to each other. he even shared his insecurities about his brother, since you began to apologize for drumming your problems onto him. but then you guys got to the topic of food, and osamu talked about all the food he loves and how he wants to make so many dishes. you thought it was admirable to see him so passionate about it, and it was cute to see him ramble off. but sadly the two of you had to head back to your separate homes since it was getting late.

osamu walked you back to your house, finding out that you only lived a few houses down from his. you stopped outside of your house, asking to exchange contact information so you could stay in touch. after that, you parted ways so that you could go inside and osamu could go home. that day was terrible, there was no way to sugarcoat it. you had lost a group of friends all at once, but in return, you had made one that you knew you were going to be close to. but maybe one that could even progress to something further. you shook your head at the silly thought, trying not to get too caught up in the sudden thought. your life wasn’t a shoujo manga, no way. but maybe, just maybe, it would start to turn into one.

107 notes · View notes

zackcollins · 4 years

Text

watching airplanes || nolan patrick

masterlist

Author's Note: I really should be writing that Pierre-Luc Dubois thing. I just don’t have any idea what I want to do with chapter 5 at the moment, so... have this instead. I wanted to write something so I went looking for writing prompts on here. I found this idea and kinda rolled with it. This is my first time writing for Patty, so please be gentle. Sorry for being so slow with the Pierre-Luc Dubois thing. I’m doing my best but inspiration for the fic has kinda hit a wall right now. I’ll try to find inspiration again soon. Promise!! GIF credit to fly-guys!!

Warnings: There’s a few mentions of anxiety, so I’ll include that here. I don’t think anything is too graphic, but I just want to be safe rather than sorry. If you see anything else, feel free to tell me and I’ll include it for you.

Word Count: 2k+

Title: Watching Airplanes by Gary Allan

Additional: The reader is gender-neutral! I’m kinda on a gender-neutral reader kick right now. If you guys would like a gender specific reader, feel free to request one. I’m more than happy to oblige. Also. This is my longest one-shot fic in a long time. I hope I did a good job with it. Let me know if there’s any mistakes or anything that needs fixing. I’ll do my best to fix it!

Additional 2: The locations I used, save for maybe the skate park, are actual locations in Winnipeg. I was so invested in this that I Googled places in Winnipeg that the reader could visit. I also used the petname “small fry” for the reader because I set their hometown as Charlottetown, PEI and PEI is known for potato farming. Hope all of that makes sense! Hope you enjoy this as well!

Looking out the window of the plane, you saw the skyline of Winnipeg coming into view. You grinned because you knew what that meant. It meant that you were close to pulling off the surprise meeting you had planned with your boyfriend, Nolan.

As the plane flew closer and closer to Winnipeg, you felt anxiety well deep in your gut. To compensate for it, you started bouncing your legs in what little room you had in between your seat and the one in front of you. You ran your hands across your things a couple of times to try to quell some of the nervous energy but all that succeeded in doing was creasing some of the wrinkles in your shorts. The person in the seat in front of you glared at you as he took out one of his earbuds.

“Do you mind not jostling the back of the seat,” he asked, pointing to your legs. “I have a bad back and sitting in these seats is bad enough already.”

You held you hands up in surrender as you quickly stopped moving your legs. “Yeah, sorry.”

The man smiled faintly as he stuck his earbud back in and turned his attention forward.

You sighed and ran your hands across your thighs in an attempt to keep your legs from moving. It worked but they ended up twitching a couple of times with anxious energy.

A few minutes later when the plane was announced to be in descent, you felt a little bit of your anxiety ease. You were one step closer to your end goal and that made you feel excited because you were closer to seeing Nolan.

When the plane landed, you felt some more anxiety wash away. You were now safely on the ground and wouldn’t have to worry about a crash getting in the way of you seeing Nolan. You had watched one too many episodes of Mayday the night before you flew. Seeing all of those crashes and catastrophic failures had psyched you out to the point you were convinced something was going to happen to your plane. You weren’t proud of the fact that you had done that but you had told yourself that you were preparing for the worst case scenario, however unlikely it may be.

You let the thoughts of plane crashes and catastrophic failures push themselves to the back of your mind as you collected your carry-on bag. You didn’t want to keep thinking about that while you were in an airport. You would likely drive yourself to some form of panic response if you continued to think about the worst case scenario while surrounded by a bunch of planes.

As you made your way off the plane, you walked calmly to the baggage claim. Watching the carousel spin was soothing what little anxiety you had left. There was something about the repetitive, circular motion that evened out your breathing and heartbeat.

It was a few minutes later when the baggage started to appear on the carousel. You approached it in hopes of finding your baggage among the first few options. You were surprised when you found it, seeing as the flight had been sold out and would’ve had a plethora of baggage. You quickly grabbed your baggage and made your way out of the airport.

When you were standing in the parking lot, you pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber to your hotel. As you waited for it to arrive, you decided it would be a good idea to text Nolan. He had no idea you had come to visit him. You were hoping by receiving this text he would be as excited to see you as you were to see him. As soon as you sent the text, you slipped your phone back into you pocket because your Uber pulled up to greet you. After stuffing your bags in the trunk of the car, you confirmed the address and were on your way to the hotel.

Once you were in your hotel room, you checked your phone again. You noticed that Nolan had texted you back. Excited to see what his response was, you quickly opened the text. You nearly dropped the phone when you read what it had to say.

To: Small Fry

From: Patty Cakes

You’re in Winnipeg??? I’m in Charlottetown! I came to surprise you!

You sat on the bed and ran a hand through your hair. Sighing, you placed your phone face up on the nightstand. You needed to let it sit for a minute while you processed what was happening. You had flown all this way to surprise Nolan and he had had the same idea because he had flown all the way to your hometown to surprise you. It was beyond you how the two of you could’ve possibly had the exact same idea on the exact same day... yet, here you were. You thought that if you both could concoct the same scheme and execute it on the same day, maybe you really were meant for each other.

As you sat there, contemplating what to do next, your phone vibrated against the nightstand. When you looked at it, there was another text from Nolan. You ran a hand through your hair as you picked your phone up to open the text thread.

To: Small Fry

From: Patty Cakes

How about you tell me some places I can visit while I’m here?

A soft smile spread across your face at the prospect of that. The fact that Nolan wanted to make the best of this weird situation by exploring your hometown made you feel really great.

To: Patty Cakes

From: Small Fry

Yeah! I can do that! Will you tell me some places to visit here in return?

Nolan’s reply came almost immediately.

To: Small Fry

From: Patty Cakes

Of course, small fry.

The first place Nolan sent you was his favourite skate park. When you got there, there were a few kids skating around and a few other people swinging on some swings in a little playground to the left of the skate park. You smiled as you watched the kids playing and having fun. When one of the swings became available, you quickly bolted for it to swing for yourself. You had always enjoyed swinging when you were younger. It was calming to you and helped relieve stress. There was something about the constant back and forth motion that you found soothing and relaxing. Swinging today was helping relieve the anxiousness of being in a strange city without Nolan. When you were satisfied that you felt better, you stepped off the swing and made your way to the next location Nolan had suggested.

This location was the botanical garden. Nolan had said walking through the flowers was soothing and seeing them in full bloom was always a wonderful sight. As you walked through the garden, you decided that you agreed with him. The wide array of colours was breathtaking and the aromas and peacefulness of everything was incredibly calming on your psyche. You could drift into many a dream land here if you had the time. After taking a plethora of pictures of the flowers, you moved onto the next location on Nolan’s suggested list.

The next location was the Canadian Museum for Human Rights. You found the tour guide to be incredibly knowledgeable and helpful with every question that was asked of her. You left with none of your questions unanswered and much more knowledgeable than you were when you entered. If you had the chance, you would go back and you could guarantee you would learn new things the next time you went than you did this time.

The final location Nolan suggested was something called The Forks. He explained it as something similar to a mall but not quite a mall at the same time. You found the description incredibly confusing but it made a little more sense when you actually got to there. It was complex of shopping outlets and dining establishments that looked like they were housed in historical buildings. Nolan told you to go wild and go to whichever shopping outlets and dining establishments that looked interesting to you. You took that to heart and by the time you were done shopping and eating you had accumulated a brand new outfit and three pairs of shoes. You had also eaten a hamburger and ice cream from a diner-type establishment in the back corner of the complex. All in all, you had a blast and would totally come here again—hopefully with Nolan next time.

When you got back to the hotel, you text Nolan to let him know that you had a blast going to all of the locations he had suggested. It took a few minutes but Nolan did text you back.

To: Small Fry

From: Patty Cakes

I’m glad, small fry! I had fun at the locations you suggested too.

You went to reply but Nolan texted you again.

To: Small Fry

From: Patty Cakes

Can I suggest one more location though? It’ll be quick because I know you’re probably exhausted and just want to relax.

To: Patty Cakes

From: Small Fry

Sure. One more is fine, Patty. Where am I headed?

To: Small Fry

From: Patty Cakes

FortWhyte Alive. It’s a wildlife area. My sister, Aimee, is gonna meet you there.

You sent a quick confirmation text before trudging out of your hotel room and down to wait for an Uber.

When you arrived at FortWhyte, you noticed a young woman standing by the park entrance. She was holding a sign and what appeared to be an iPad. When she saw you get out of the Uber, she waved you over. You walked hesitantly over to her. You eased a little bit when you noticed that she looked strikingly like Nolan.

“You must be Aimee,” you said, smiling.

“Yes,” she smiled back, placing the iPad on a nearby picnic table and propping it up with a kickstand. “You must be (Y/N), Nolan’s partner.”

“That would be me.”

“Perfect,” Aimee said, pressing a few times on the iPad.

You blinked when Nolan’s face popped up on the screen.

“Hi, small fry,” Nolan said, waving at you. “How’re you?”

“Fine,” you replied, waving back. “It just sucks that we aren’t here together.”

Nolan hummed, pointing to the sign Aimee was holding. You had failed to notice if anything was written on it, having been too focused on the iPad. When you did read it, you felt your mouth go dry as your eyes flicked between the sign and Nolan on the iPad screen.

“Nolan...” you trailed off, running a hand through your hair.

“What does it say, small fry?” Nolan coaxed, biting his lip.

You bit your own lip, heaving a shaky sigh. Aimee looked at you encouragingly, a small smile on her face.

“’Will you marry me, (Y/N)?’” You said, feeling tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

“Well? What do you say?”

You nodded, looking at Nolan as the tears fell down your cheeks. “Yes. God, yes.”

Aimee put the sign on the picnic table and reached into her pocket. When her hand came out, she was holding a ring box. She handed it to you and squeezed your shoulder. You smiled at her as you opened the box. You gasped as you looked between the ring and Nolan. It was nothing special but it was exactly the ring you had been looking at the last time you had been in a jewellery store. You felt the tears fall harder as you slipped the ring on your finger. You handed Aimee the ring box as you showed Nolan the ring on your finger.

“It’s gorgeous, Nolan,” you said, wiping the tears away with your other hand.

“I’m glad you like it,” Nolan said, smiling widely.

Aimee squeezed your shoulder. “Congratulations, you two.”

You smiled at her before looking back at Nolan and seeing the giant grin on his face. You felt butterflies swooping in your stomach and your heartbeat quickening. You had never felt so loved in your entire life.

“I love you, Nolan,” you blurted.

“I love you, too,” Nolan replied without missing a beat.

Today had been the weirdest day of your life but Nolan had proved that weird didn’t always mean bad. What you had thought to yourself earlier in the day definitely rang true now.

You two were meant for each other.

131 notes · View notes

parkerpeter24 · 4 years

Text

best friends or more (part-1)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst (a bit), oblivious people injuries, few drops of blood, a cliffhanger? maybe...

Word count: 2283

“despite their blatant attraction to each other they try to stay just friends”

Italics — flashback

Okay, here's the first part, thank you guys so much for your support, I love you all so much! Also, don't get used to the fluff... jk!! No, seriously don't.

Series Masterlist | Prologue

There was a soft knock on the window.

It seemed that you were too busy staring down at what was in front of you. Peter could see your back from where he was standing, holding his mask in his hand because it was already late in the night and he made sure that no one followed him. He smiled, adoring your distracted figure as you shifted in your chair and got up. Peter knocked again, a little louder this time, grabbing your attention. You gave him a big grin before dashing up to the window and lifting it up for him to enter.

He was fast to sneak inside your small, dark room already standing in the centre, about two feet from your desk. He tossed the mask on your dressing table, “You’re actually early today, it’s only ten.” You said, turning around and just launching yourself into his arms.

“Ouch.” He winced, making you pull away from him as soon as you lunged into him.

“What is it?” You asked, every fibre of your voice laced concern. You finally took a good look at his face under the dim lights from your lamp and the soft moonlight that poured in through your window. What can we say, you love darkness.

“Think I broke a rib or two.” He mumbled like it was usual, which it was by now, but your eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“And you have a busted lip.” You informed. He nodded muttering a ‘yea, that too’ under his breath. You shook your head, “Just how big of an idiot are you roughly?” You sassed.

“Big enough to save a city.” He chuckled, regretting it shortly after when his lip hurt. You made him sit at the edge of your bed as you fished for your basic medical kit —which you made a few notches up basic, just in case, because you were too paranoid not to— that was kept under the bed.

You placed it over the bed and scattered all the things that you needed beside him on the bed. You wiped off the drops of blood with a wet cotton ball, “You should be more careful.” You said, stipulating him to hold it there with his hand.

“But I was being careful.” He whined, like a child, “There was this robbery at the bank and I was being careful but they had alien weapons and it caused a large blast near Mr. Delmar’s.” He rambled.

“Peter you know what I mean.” You averred. He sighed and nodded his head, “Promise me that you’ll be careful next time.” You stuck out your pinky finger. He chuckled, enveloping it with his own.

“I will be more careful.” He promised, “And I’m sorry.” You smiled down at him, placing both of your hands on his cheeks gently, checking for any more cuts or bruises on his face.

Peter’s eyes roamed over your jawline upto your cheeks, he could smell honey and berries on you and it made him dazed, obscure, just lost in you. He could feel warmth radiating off of where your hands touched his cheeks and his heart raced a thousand miles per second as you leaned in to observe his face. He sat silently, letting you do whatever you were doing, the thumps of his heart being the only sound ringing in his ears.

“Don’t be sorry, just be careful.” You scolded frivolously, retracting your hands and moving towards the door which led to the hall. You heard him chuckle awkwardly, “I’ll be back with ice.” You whisper yelled before running to the freezer and pulling out the ice tray.

You returned back with two to three ice cubes in a bowl and an ice pack to see Peter already laying on the bed.

He sat up as soon as he saw you, wincing as he did. You rushed to him, replacing the cotton with an ice cube and giving him an ibuprofen from the medical kit.

This was the least injured he had gotten in the past six months, and you could recall all the nights you’ve spent looking up the internet for different ways to attend to bruises and injuries, but you weren’t complaining, not even one bit. All things being equal, you were happy that he trusted you, that you were his go to when he needed help.

“(Y/n)…” He called out, grabbing your attention. You looked up with a questionable look on your face, “I lost my bag today in the alleyway.” He muttered.

“That’s five.” You stated. He passed you a tight lipped smile and you shook your head at him, “So much for being careful.”

“Sorry –”

“Stop apologising.” You giggled. He smiled, meeting your eyes, you looked into his brown ones. For a moment there was nothing in the world, no one besides the both of you. You found yourself leaning in gently, too gently, scared of his reaction. But you pulled away as fast when you realised that he hadn’t moved a fraction. Just freezed in his place with wide eyes. A silence took over the room.

Peter’s cheeks were burning red as he got up from the bed, nodding towards you, thankful for the lowly lit room.

“I should go, May would be so mad if I don’t show up to the burned dinner.” He joked, making you laugh along as he moved back towards the window.

Soon he was swinging away and you were left with the thoughts of what would’ve happened if you had kissed Peter.

You looked back to your small desk where books and notebooks were scattered in a careless manner.

You didn’t complete your homework.

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.” You huffed.

———

You were waiting as usual by the locker, continuously checking and refreshing the inbox for any new messages from Peter. You felt someone tap your shoulder. You immediately smiled when you turned around and engulfed your best friend in a bear hug.

“Hey (y/n)!” He waved with a cheeky smile.

“Hey Ned!” You beamed, “Have you seen Peter by any chance?”

“No.” He shrugged, “I was going to ask you the same thing. He didn’t even call yesterday after he left the museum abruptly.”

“That’s so unlike Peter.” You stated as your eyebrows knitted in concern more than confusion. Just as you were about to call him, the bell rang and you had to reach the home room.

Your school had taken a trip to the museum to teach your class about various species of spiders and how their DNA could be combined to make new species. Peter was so excited that morning, he even brought a camera with him, taking pictures of the group once in a while, and taking a goofy picture with your group —which included Peter, you and Ned— and some of just the two of you, which he would frame later.

But now he was nowhere to be seen and you were getting really worried. Your day was not as bright as it would’ve generally had, with Peter. Physics proved to distract you a bit and History was fine, but the subject you dreaded most was Chemistry, you couldn't survive it without Peter.

When the school finally ended, you wanted to rush out of the school halls as fast as you could, but you had to wait for Betty and Liz. You would just tell them that you had to take a rain check from the plans and you were good to go.

Peter never missed school except when it was something really, really important. You waited anxiously as you shot him another text. Briskly making your point to your ‘friends’ you took a subway and walked a few blocks to your home.

You called Peter’s phone but he didn’t pick up. You decided on calling May.

As soon as May picked the phone up she heard a knock on the door, “Hey sweetie.” She said into the phone, moving to the door, expecting Ben on the other side.

“Hey May! Can you open the door please?” Your voice was hurried and you sounded a little out of breath. Even though you lived just two floors up, you decided to stick to the flights, instead of the lift, all the way up to your apartment and then back down to his.

May opened the door, worried if something happened. She saw you standing in the hall with your bag still on your shoulders. You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “What happened to you?” She asked worriedly.

“It was fine. Is Peter home?” You asked, irrelevant to her question, “I brought sandwiches from Mr. Delmar’s.” You smiled. She smiled back and nodded.

“He’s in his room. Said he wasn’t feeling very well today.”

“May I?” You asked pointing towards the door to Peter’s room. She just gave you a sweet smile, muttering a ‘sure’ before moving to the kitchen.

You opened the door gently and peeked before moving in and placed your bag on the floor. You saw Peter covered under a pile of blankets pulled up to his cheeks which appeared a deep shade of red. It didn’t take a genius to know that he had a fever. He shifted in bed when he sensed your presence, “Hey Pete.” You said.

He tried to sit up on bed, failing and just settling on a simple ‘hi’ as he shifted to face you completely.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to get up. I just brought you notes from today.” You said, then added, “Oh, and your favourite sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s.”

“Thanks.” His voice was hoarse and he mustered the best smile he could.

You sat at the edge of his bed and touched his forehead. Your eyes widened, retracting your hand back, “Peter, you’re too hot.”

You heard him chuckle, “Thanks, you too.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes, cheeks matching his red ones.

“Shut up, Parker.” You warned in a soft tone. “I’ll take care of you.”

The next day was a Saturday so you woke up a bit late, and you were really surprised to see a text from Peter saying that he wanted to tell you something very important.

You just rushed with the freshening up and ran out of your house, briefly calling out to your mom and telling her that you were going to Parker’s. Your mom shook her head, she knew how head over heels you were for the sweet nephew of her friend.

You reached the residence, this time taking the lift. May opened the door and you beamed at her. She welcomed you in with a warm, heartfelt hug and you returned it.

“In his room?” You raised a brow. She nodded.

“I need to run to the grocery store, but you keep the door open.” She ordered, before chuckling at your red face, “And Ben is still sleeping so keep it a little down, will you?” She asked and you nodded.

A small part of your brain —the smallest one— was very happy and daydreaming that Peter would tell you how much he loves you and just kiss you passionately. Maybe in a perfect world.

You opened the door to Peter’s room and your eyes immediately grew wide. Your heart raced and you felt the air knock out of your lungs. You shut the door, contrasting to May’s demand, as you stood on the floor dumbfounded.

“What the fuck are you doing on the ceiling?!”

———

You woke up late and were in a rush. Fortunate enough, you reached school in time to find Peter and Ned whispering something to each other. They didn’t notice you so you snuck up behind them and smacked their backs, both of them flinching in response and staring at you wide eyed. The poor nerds weren’t expecting you after all. You laughed hard at their expressions, holding your belly.

You draped each of your arms over their shoulders, “Hello kids. What’re we talking about?”

“I told Ned about Spider-man.” Peter whispered to you. It was their turn to laugh at you as your expressions were exceptional.

“He didn’t really. I caught him on the ceiling.” Ned quipped.

“You too?!” You turned to Peter with a questioning look and his face turned red.

“It wasn't my fault that he sneaked into my room.” Peter complained. You adored the look on his face as he played with the hem of his shirt. For a moment his eyes met yours and you instantly pulled away, smiling to yourself.

You heard Ned’s voice in the background saying something like, “May let me in!” but it really didn’t matter to you as you leaned closer to Peter, retracting your hand from around Ned’s shoulders, as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“So, how did it happen exactly?” You asked and Ned started blabbering.

“You remember how I told you about the Lego death star?” He asked, making you nod in answer, “So, I reach his apartment and he isn’t back from the ‘Stark Internship’ and so I wait for him but then he never showed up and then I started making the base without him first…” Ned’s voice slowly faded away as you turned around to get a glance at Peter as you laughed.

But the laughter shortly died down when you saw a starry eyed Peter, distracted and gazing into the distance. It seemed like he was following someone with his eyes. You accompanied his line of sight, curious to know what he was gazing at.

And the final thought that tugged at your mind as the bell rang was, ‘Why was Peter staring at Liz Allen Toomes?’

---

I will be looking forward to your reaction guys! ❤

Wanna talk about this?

220 notes · View notes

illegal-spiegel · 4 years

Text

Firsts with Hikaru Hitachiin Headcanons

Pairing: Hikaru Hitachiin x reader Genre: Fluff, angst Warnings: Light making out A/N: I just finished OHSHC for the second time and I just couldn't help myself. this is already kinda long but I highkey wanna write more but idk if people will read this. Let me know if I should write a part 2 :) also omg this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot second cause I had to reread all of this it’s 5,830 words give or take to edit any mistakes and I’m like 78% sure I still messed up but it’s fine. anyway, enjoy! Just realized I haven’t posted in like a year sorry bout that

First meeting:

y’all met through, you guessed it, The Host Club

it wasn’t your idea to go

but

Haruhi, poor, sweet, innocent Haruhi, was about to lose her marbles

she practically got onto her knees to beg you to keep her company

and what kind of friend would you be if you declined?

(you mainly just went because she bribed you with free tea and desserts)

when you showed up to Music Room #3, it was all that you were expecting and not at all what you were expecting at the same time

you eventually spotted Haruhi through all the people and eventually made your way over to her

the look on her face was almost comical

she bid her guests she was entertaining farewell and they left with watery eyes

you covered your mouth to hide your giggles as you took a seat on the soft couch across from her

“Thank god you showed up,” she groaned as she slumped back into her seat

you let your giggles out freely, studying her tired form

“Awe, is Haruhi tired of flirting?” you teased

she only grunted in response, closing her eyes and letting out a content sigh

you hummed in return, picking up a cookie that was on the table and starting to munch on it

you two had a few minutes of silent peace before it was rudely interrupted

“Oh, Haruhi!” you hear two voices shout from behind you in unison

you swear you saw an irk mark appear on her forehead

you raise your brow and go to turn around to see who was causing her so much trouble just by saying two words when two people were suddenly leaning over the back of the couch you were sitting on

you looked to your left and saw a boy your and Haruhi’s age

you turned to the right and had to do a double-take when you saw the same face

these must be the infamous twins, you thought as you studied them

“What?” Haruhi groaned with dead eyes

you could see the smirks come onto the two boys’ faces

“What are you doing slacking off-” the one on the right started off

“-when you have a guest?” the left one finished you raised a brow at them as you pursed your lips

“She could ask you two the same thing? Why aren’t you tending to your guests?” you defended

the twins’ eyes widened as they turned to look at you, both silently studying you for a moment

“We got bored-”

“-so we came to see what Haruhi was doing.”

your brows furrowed as you look to the one on your left

“You just left your guests?”

Haruhi was the one to respond

“Kaoru probably ran out of fake tears,” she said with a smirk

the twins’ attention went back to her, the one on the right’s eyes widening

“Fake tears? My tears are real!” he defended

you took a mental note that the one on your right was Kaoru. Haruhi may have told you about them before but you were terrible with names

Haruhi only grunted in response before closing her eyes again

you saw their mouths open, ready to bother her some more

so, being the good friend you are, you quickly said something before they could

“Just leave her alone, okay? How about you entertain me?” you offered

from what Haruhi has told you, the twins liked to mess around with people. Whether it is playing pranks and tricks or just annoying them

so, you figured they’d happily take you up on the offer to ‘entertain’ you

as soon as you finished your sentence, a smirk was curling up on their lips

“Entertain you?”

“Why, we’d be honored!”

they ended up trying to actually do so at first, using their little brotherly love act

you quickly shut that down

once they realized you knew all their secrets, including Haruhi being a girl, there was a sudden shift in the way they acted towards you

they were more open suddenly

First hug:

it wasn’t long until you became close to everyone in The Host Club

especially a certain auburn male

along with Haruhi, of course

you two grew closer by you becoming friends with her other friends

everyone, especially Kaoru, knew something was up

you both just acted friendly, a little too friendly at times, but friendly nonetheless

you ended up leaving for a week to go on vacation with your family

you, of course, kept in touch with everyone

mostly through the group chat that someone probably Tamaki made

you sent pictures of everything you thought would be cool enough to show them

everyone was enthusiastic for the most part that you were having fun and spending time with your family

except for you know who

he acted perfectly happy in the group chat but a lot of times sometimes he’d message you privately

you didn’t know why but his texting tone sounded off

he’d talk like he would in the group chat but it just sounded off

you never pointed this out but you could tell something wasn’t right

you soon enough came back and were excited to see all of your friends again

you decided to surprise them when you came back

you came back on Friday instead of Sunday just to see them earlier

you had quickly dropped off your stuff at home before racing to Ouran Academy

The Host Club hours were coming to a close so it was perfect timing

you stood out the door and took a couple deep breaths, trying to get some air into your desperate lungs from all the running you just did

the door opened and you heard Tamaki saying goodbye to the two girls who were leaving

you slipped in through the open door, wanting to surprise attack them

you saw them all lounging around one of the couches

of course, Takashi, or Mori as he allows you to call him, with his spidey like senses, knew you were there right off the bat

you brought a finger to your lips to show him to be quiet, which shouldn’t be a problem for the usually quiet male. A small smile came to his lips as he watched you creep closer

you tiptoed towards the others, most of their backs being to you

Kyoya was the next to see you, a sly smile came to his face but he remained quiet

the twins and Haruhi were sitting with their backs to you on the couch, Honey was sitting his back to you in a chair at a table with Mori eating some cake, and Tamaki was standing in front of Kyoya ranting on about whatever it was he was ranting about, his back also being to you

you smirked as you crept up to the couch, raising your hands above you

Haruhi wasn’t an easy one to scare but surely you shouting out of nowhere should get to her

“Haruhi!” you screamed while slamming your hands down gently onto her shoulders

a yelp shot out of her mouth as she jumped

the other boys, besides Kyoya and Mori, also jumped and turned to look at you

once Haruhi’s brain caught up with what was going on, she let out a small gasp as she turned around on the couch to face you, going up on her knees to do so

“You're back!” she called happily as her arms wrapped around the back of your neck to hug you

you chuckled as you happily returned the hug

as you two hugged, the other boys got up and swarmed around you

you pulled away with a bright smile, seeing Haruhi’s was even brighter than yours

before anyone could do anything, someone wrapped their arms around your waist and pulled your back to their chest

your eyes widened at the sudden hug, trying to turn to see who was being so affectionate

you blushed when you saw auburn hair resting on your shoulder, feeling his breath fan across your neck

you looked up to see Kaoru staring at you two with a smirk, his arms crossed over his chest

you smirked back at him, one hand resting on one of Hikaru’s arms while the other goes to gently comb through his hair

“My, my. I didn’t know you liked me this much to miss me this badly, Kaoru,” you teasingly joked

Hikaru let out a huff as he squeezed you closer to him, his face pressing into you neck

“Oh, whatever,” he grumbled against your skin

goosebumps raised on your skin from feeling his lips on your neck

“Who would’ve thought you were so affectionate,” your teasing continued as you turned around in his arms to look at him

he picked his head up long enough to let you turn around and to study your face for a moment before his face went right back into your neck

you giggled and wrapped your arms back around him, weaving your fingers into his hair with a smile brighter than the sun

you both tried to ignore how fast your hearts were racing at being so close to one another

“I want to hug Y/n-chan too!” Honey suddenly shouted

you laughed a bit at Honey’s whining, feeling Hikaru’s grip tighten even more

it took a while to get the clingy boy off of you

First time holding hands:

it was the weekend and you were currently at Haruhi’s house just hanging out

it was around noon when she said that she’d make you two lunch

you accepted the offer gratefully, going back to reading your book

your brows furrowed when there was a knock on the door

you bookmarked your book and went to set it down when you heard it

“Haruhi! Are you home?” Tamaki’s exuberant voice shouted loud enough for you both to hear

she perked up and deadpanned at the same time somehow

you chuckled as you went back to your reading, letting her get the door since she was already there by it

she opened it and started talking to Tamaki

you then heard many other voices

of course. Who would they be if they didn’t travel like a pack? you thought as you smiled

six pairs of feet made their way inside, all chatting amongst each other

“Y/n! I didn’t know you were here!” you heard Hikaru shout joyfully before making his way over to you and sitting down beside you

“But, Hikaru, isn’t that the reas-”

“Kaoru! Why don’t you come sit by me!” Hikaru shouted, quickly cutting his twin off

Kaoru snickered as he walked over to his twin, taking a seat by him

“Actually, if you’re all going to eat, I need to go to the store,” Haruhi said as she gave the boys a slight glare

you smiled as you closed the book you were reading, setting it on the table as you stood up

“I’ll come with, Haruhi,” you said with a smile as you walked over to her

Hikaru instantly popped up from the ground as he followed after you

“Me too! I want to see the commoner market!”

Haruhi doesn’t even try to argue as the other boys chimed in saying they wanted to go

you only chuckled as you slid your shoes on and walked out to wait for the others

of course, Hikaru was right on your tail

you leaned against the railing as you took in the scenery, smiling when you saw some kids playing with a ball

unknowingly to you, Hikaru was appreciating every second of that smile

once everyone was out, you walked up front with Haruhi to lead the way

you both chatted the whole way there, debating on what you both should make

as you guys shopped, some of you would wander off but eventually, y’all would group back up together

at one point, y’all were passing by some books for sale and you just couldn’t help yourself

you steered away from everyone and ended up looking at a few

you looked up from the book you were currently checking out when you felt someone’s eyes on you

you smiled when you saw Hikaru holding a book

when he realized he was caught, he quickly snapped his gaze back to the book he was holding

you giggled as you sat the book you were holding down, casually strolling over to him with a smirk

“I didn’t take you much as a reader,” you teased

the pink hue in his cheeks worsened, his eyes stared down at the back of the book unmoving

“What are you talking about? I love to read!” he argued

you chuckled as you plucked the book from his hand to look down at it

“I didn’t think you were into mermaids,” you teased as you held the cover of the book up for him to see

the book’s cover had a mermaid on it, upon with the title that clearly states it’s about mermaids

his blush went scarlet and you can’t help but laugh at how cute he was being him

he tried to stutter out an explanation but he seemed to not be able to find any reason as to why he’d be holding that book that wouldn’t worsen the situation

you sat the book down and grabbed his hand, still laughing

you then lead him back to the others, his hand clutching onto yours a bit

you two stayed in the back of the group, not bringing any attention to yourselves as you just followed after them quietly

you two never stopped holding hands until you left the market

First kiss:

by now, everyone and their distant cousins knew that you two had a thing for each other

even the girls that would come to The Host Club knew and even encouraged it

so, yeah

y’all would flirt and all that good jazz

but

Hikaru is an oblivious fool

he knew he felt differently with you then he did with others but he couldn’t put his finger on why

that was until Hikaru was walking to the library to meet you to study when he sees it

you were against the wall and a guy was talking to you, too close to be friendly

Hikaru debated what he should do

does he charge in headfirst and shoo the guy away?

but what if you two are friends or something?

that thought vanishes when he sees you glare at the guy, a scowl on your face

this was a ‘shoot first and ask questions later’ kind of situation

Hikaru did what he initially thought he should do

he gently (not really) shoved the guy to the side, smiling down at you

“Babe! There you are! I was starting to wonder where you were!” Hikaru said as he pulled you into a hug

your eyes widened at his sudden appearance, gawking at him a bit

you both heard the guy that was talking to you scoff, his arms going over his chest

“‘Babe’? Yeah, right. Y/n doesn’t have a boyfriend, so piss off,” the guy said lowly to Hikaru

Hikaru loosened his grip on you a bit to turn and look at the guy, raising a brow at him

you held your breath as you watched the two of them

you know how bad Hikaru’s temper can get

what if he fights him?

what if he gets expelled?

all sorts of worries and questions filled your head

Hikaru smirked at him and gave a light chuckle, turning to look at you again

he stared into your eyes for a long, silent moment

your brain paused all thought when you met his eyes

your proximity made your heart race and brain start working again, filling with ideas ideas you probably shouldn’t be having

it seemed that Hikaru was sharing one of your ideas since his lips were suddenly on yours

you weren’t surprised that your first kiss with him wasn’t romantic or cliché

it sounds just like him to get jealous and to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow

you two just kept on kissing too

not bothering to pull away from each other’s hold

the guy eventually scoffed and marched off

that didn’t stop you and Hikaru though

you both kissed until your lungs were begging for air

you pulled away from each other and pant, staring into each other’s eyes

Hikaru then smirked and you just closed your eyes, breathlessly giggling

you were just waiting for him to say something smart or dirty

First Date:

once you both realized that you two were going to have to be official after that kiss, you decided to go on a date

Hikaru was a blushing mess while he was asking you to go out with him on a date

he’d barely look at you

you, obviously, agreed

he ended up taking you pretty much everywhere

he used his wealth to help make it the best date ever

you honestly felt bad since he was paying for everything

you tried to tell him to stop

but did he listen?

he was making it out as if it was his life mission to spoil you

you both shopped at the mall, went bowling, played laser tag, got food, and ended the night by seeing a movie which most of it was spent making out

you have no idea how you found time to do all of this stuff in one day

but it was magical

as close to perfect as it could get

he held your hand whenever he could, even while you were bowling and playing laser tag

it was kind of funny to see the playful trickster be so soft and caring towards someone

don’t get me wrong, he was definitely still his playful, trickster self

he’d tease you any chance he’d get and if he ever took anything a little to far, he’d be sure to put a smile right back onto your face

like when you both were playing laser tag

you ended up chasing after him, even though there’s no running allowed, and ended up falling

he was by your side in a second

literally

he apologized repeatedly even though it wasn’t even his fault

eventually, to make you feel better, he grabbed your hand holding the gun, pointed it to his chest, shot himself a couple times, before dramatically collapsing to the ground

a smile instantly came to your face

when he takes you back home, you both are reluctant to leave the other

you end up just hanging out in the back of his limo, talking about anything and everything for hours

the only reason you two parted is thanks to your parents who started to question where you were with worried texts

you texted them back and reassured them you were alive and that you were even outside the house

they were still breathing down your neck about getting inside, so you reassured them that you’d only be a little while longer

you put your phone away and focused back onto Hikaru

Hikaru was already staring at you when you turn your attention back to him

the moonlight shined down on him through the car window, making him look ethereal

he really is the epiphany of perfection, you thought

you ended up kissing some more, not being able to keep your lips off of each other

you kissed until your phone started vibrating repeatedly

you already knew it was your parents freaking out over your well being

you told Hikaru goodnight and to text you when he gets home

you force yourself to only kiss him for a few seconds, knowing if it was any longer, you wouldn’t want to leave

when he texted you he was home, he ended up calling you to talk to you

you stayed on the phone together until you both fell asleep

First “I love you.”:

the way it happened was so cute and precious and just SIMPLE

it was also kinda cliche but that’s completely fine

you both were having a movie night at his house (seeing as how they had one of those projector things in a big room so it was basically like one big, empty movie theater)

you both made a huge blanket and pillow fort

you were the one to bring snacks since his mom doesn’t like him eating junk (”tO KeEp HiS fIgUrE”)

you’ve never seen someone eat so much food in one sitting

you’re pretty sure he almost cried when you made hot chocolate

the movies themselves ranged from cheesy romances to heart-stopping horrors

all the movies were good options

the scary ones gave you two an excuse to cuddle

the funny ones had you both ugly laughing

you know, the laugh that few get to witness and when they do, it’ll never leave their memory and they’ll taunt you for it for the rest of your life

yeah, the ugly ugly one

for some reason, when you both would calm down, Hikaru would stare at you like you were the most precious jewel he’d ever seen

now

the romances

your reactions varied

for the ones you’ve never seen, you actually paid attention

and mostly blushed at the scandy scenes

but for the ones you have seen before

you guys were the ones making the scandy scenes

at one point, it started getting a little too steamy between you two

once you pulled away for air, you realized you were on his lap, his hands on your waist and thighs, your hands up his shirt, resting on his abdomen

your heart was trying to force it’s way up your throat to come up to show him just how fast it was beating

“I love you,” he whispered in a breathless tone

you’re surprised that your heart didn’t come out right there and then

his face got darker than it already was, his eyes wide as he stared at you breathlessly

he then started stumbling over his own words trying to explain himself

“Sorry! It slipped out! You don’t have to say it back!”

he then went on a tangent

you tried to let him get it out of his system but eventually, he started to feel self conscious and wanted to take it back

you, like anyone else in that situation, connected your lips again

you ran your hands over his chest soothingly, bringing your hands to his hair to run your fingers through it

“I love you too,” you reassured

First time getting jealous (as a couple):

you were standing in the hallway with your books lightly clenched to your chest

a red-faced boy was in front of you, staring at the ground

your brows were furrowed as you studied him, your mind seeming to short circuit at that moment

Hikaru hid behind the corner to listen in on what was going on

“Please consider it, Y/n! I’ve liked you for so long! Please allow me to take you on a date!”

you frowned a bit as you stared down at him, biting your lip

you didn’t know this guy

you were pretty sure this was one of those moments where the person just admires the other person but doesn’t actually know anything about them

before you could even reply though, Hikaru came swooping in out of nowhere

“Hey, man. Hate to be the one to break this to you but,” he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “she’s taken,” he finished

he didn’t sound remorseful at all to be the one to break the news to him

the red-faced boy stared at him with wide eyes before quickly nodding his head and taking off down the hallway

you watch him go, gaping a bit as you try to process what happened

you then turned to Hikaru with a smirk, feeling his other arm wrap around you as well

“What?” he asks when he saw the look you were giving him

your smirk turned into a smile, beaming brighter than the sun

“You were jealous!” you teased, poking his nose

his nose wrinkled in response to your touch

“What? Was not,” he argued, dropping his arms to his sides before starting to walk away from you

you chuckled as you chased after him, walking alongside him once you caught up to him

“Don’t lie! It’s cute!” you teased further

his cheeks dust pink but he said no more, simply just taking your hand in his as you walked alongside one another

“I love you,” you cooed

his face grew darker in color, turning his head away from you

“I love you more,” he replied

anytime you two have a ‘fight’ or anything of the sort, you always tell the other “I love you” and when the other replies with the same words, it shows that everything is okay

it’s like a reset button, in a way

first fight:

you came to the host club after school just like any other day

members of said club were just lounging around until it was time to open up the doors to guests

your eyes roamed the room, looking for a certain favorite boy of yours

your eyes finally spotted him

you only saw the back of his head but you knew it was him from the shoes he was wearing

for your six month anniversary, you decided to buy these new shoes that he had been ranting about

you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just buy them for himself (something about his mom being mad that he bought clothes from someone who isn’t her?)

so, you bought them yourself and gave them to him

he felt guilty for having you buy him such an expensive thing when he had the money to buy it himself

so he ended up spoiling you for a whole week (and I mean spoiling since he usually spoils you anyway against your commands to stop)

he was planning on spoiling you for a month but you finally told him you’d feel so guilty if he just wastes his money on you

it took some convincing but he eventually agreed

anyways

you quickly headed over to him, wrapping your arms around him

“Hey, baby,” you greeted as he spun around, quickly pressing your lips to his

your lips had touched for less than two seconds before Hikaru was ripped away from you

Kaoru was suddenly punching him in the face, sending Hikaru spiraling to the ground

“Kaoru!” you screamed, watching him mount Hikaru and start to repeatedly hit him

Mori and Tamaki ran over and pulled them apart, pulling them several feet away from each other

you instantly ran to Hikaru, accessing his injuries

“Ka-” you began to shout at Kaoru before realizing something

Kaoru stared at you, face red with anger, jaw clenched tightly, a vein popping out of his forehead

it dawned on you then that Kaoru was actually Hikaru

which meant...

you turned to look at Kaoru who Tamaki was holding up, wiping away blood that came from his mouth and nose

you all stayed deadly silent, everyone else in the club turned to look at what the commotion was all about

you stared at Hikaru, feeling his gaze burning on your lips

he then turned to Kaoru, his clenched fists starting to shake

“I don’t understand...” he started off quietly

Kaoru stared at the ground as he waited

“You...we share everything. We share the same house, the same last name, the same classroom, the same club, the same friends, and even the same face. Y/n is the only thing I’m not willing to share with you,” he spat out at his brother, his tone straight venom

“Hikaru,” you began before deciding against it as he looked at you

“And you...” he started

his face suddenly morphed into despair, his eyes watering quickly

he pulled away from Mori and slowly walked towards you as he spoke

“You...” he trails off, “I don’t...” trails off once more, “why would you do this? How could you do this? You know how I...” more trailing off, “you are—were mine. No one else’s,” he spoke softly

your own eyes started to water as you shook your head, your chest feeling heavy

“No, Hikaru. You don’t understand. I thought it was y—”

“Don’t lie to me!” he shouted, cutting you off which caused you to jump

you’ve never heard him scream before

well, you’ve heard him shout while laughing, or scream whenever you two would be outside and seeing who could scream the loudest, and innocent times like that

but you’ve never heard him angrily shout like he is now

he turned his back to you as tears started to fall, quickly wiping at his face

“We’ve all known you for,” his words get caught in his throat, “for too long for you to not know the difference. You,” his voice shakes, “you’ve never been wrong about that before. So,” a small whimper escaped him, “so, don’t lie.”

the last word came out as a croak

you shook your head, trying not to sob in front of him as you gently grabbed his shoulders

“I love you,” you whispered

before you could say or do anything else, he ripped himself away from your grip and took off

he didn’t say it back

that’s how you knew it was serious

well, I mean, obviously it was serious but this time...

you didn’t know if you could fix it...

it was an honest mistake

really

it was

you felt so terribly guilty

you didn’t really ever think this was going to happen

how could you make such a careless mistake?

he’s opened up to you before about how insecure he is about the whole twin situation

and here you were kissing his brother

putting the cherry on top

first time making up:

it’s been at least two weeks since the whole kissing incident

you’ve tried to stop by his house but he refused to see you

you’ve tried going to his class but he was either never there or he had someone escort you away

you’ve tried going to the host club but he was either, once again, not there or he was too busy to talk to you

not like he would anyway

you mostly steered clear of Kaoru, feeling beyond guilty for bringing him into your fight

the one time you did try to talk to him, he remained quiet and couldn’t look at you

the other host members still talked to you, just not as much

they knew something wasn’t right, even if they did see with their own eyes what you had done

it didn’t make sense for you to openly kiss Kaoru in front of Hikaru

they let you explain yourself and they were very understanding

they wanted to help you somehow but you didn’t want them to get involved

you didn’t need Hikaru hating them too and ending up with no one

nearing week three, you had had enough

ten minutes before school got out, you went outside

you found the Hitachiin limo and knocked on the driver’s door

he recognized you from how much you and Hikaru used to hangout

he asked where you’ve been, which you gave a vague response to, before asking him for a favor

Hikaru walked out to the limo, loosening his tie and undoing the first button

he got inside the limo, shutting the door with a heavy sigh

the limo started to move and this was when your plan kicked into action

the driver starts to roll down the window that seperated the back and the front, Hikaru becoming confused

he frowned when he saw you in the front, gasping when you started to climb through the window

“No! Stop! Get out! Stop the car!” Hikaru shouted

the driver didn’t listen and you continued to climb through

Hikaru attempted to open the door but it was locked, automatically locking every time he tried to unlock it (thank god for his overprotective mom who was afraid he’d accidentally open the door and fly out into the road or whatever)

he growled and looked up at you, watching you situate yourself across from him

the driver rolled up the window once he saw you were through, giving you two the privacy you’ve been wishing for

Hikaru crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window, planning to not give you the time of day

you frowned as you studied him, leaning forward

you took a deep breath, prepared to recite the speech you’ve been practicing for weeks now

“Hikaru, listen,” you start softly

he didn’t respond in any way; he didn’t even blink

you sighed a bit before taking another deep breath

“Hikaru, I love you more than words can describe. It was a honest to god mistake what happened. I saw him wearing the shoes I got you and just assumed it was you.”

you trailed off after that, waiting for him to reply

he didn’t reply

nor did he say it back

“Think about it. It doesn’t make sense for me to kiss him. If I was cheating on you, wouldn’t I try to be sneaky and for you not to find out?” you continued, trying to use logic on him to get him to understand

at this, he turned to look at you finally

he had tears in his eyes once more

“Hikaru, please. I don’t know what I can do to prove to you that it was a mistake. I would never do anything to harm you in any way, you should know that.”

Hikaru wiped at his face as he started to cry, shaking his head

“I'm not sure what to believe,” he replied in a whisper

you sighed and nodded your head as your own eyes started to water

you gently grabbed his hand, seeing him flinch a bit at your touch

you then brought the hand to your chest, right above your racing heart

“Believe in this. This bloody organ in my chest that solely beats for you,” you whispered, hoping he could understand you through all of your crying

he, once again, didn’t reply

“I don’t know what I can do to prove to you tha-”

you were surprised when his lips suddenly crashed against yours

you returned the kiss immediately, feeling all of the emotions you both have felt during this rough patch

anger, frustration, disappointment, confusion, betrayal, guilt, sorrow, remorse, acceptance, forgiveness

love

“I love you. Please, accept my apology. I miss you. It hurts me to know I’ve caused you pain,” you cried softly, holding onto him for dear life in fear that this was just a dream and you’d end up waking up to find that he still hated you

“Shh, it’s okay. I love you more. I’ll love you ‘till the day I die. Just, please, never do anything like that again.”

you laughed breathily and nodded your head, connecting your lips once more

he pulled away after a while of kissing to mumble, “I’m going to kill Kaoru for stealing my favorite shoes.”

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

MASTERLIST

More with Hikaru

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

649 notes · View notes

hxlsteads · 6 years

Photo

Disclaimer: This imagine is Jay x reader however I did take ideas from the show and this can easily be read as a Linstead imagine!

It'd make four months now. Four whole months since you broke up with your boyfriend of a year, four months since you'd last heard the words 'I love you' roll effortlessly off his tongue and four months from the moment you had to board that flight and leave your career behind because of your prohibited actions. Sure you missed your job but that didn't equate to anything near how much you missed your former partner. Not a single day passes where his blue eyes didn't cross your mind; the way that even by a simple glance at them they'd brighten your day in an instant. Everything with him by your side seemed so perfect- maybe that's just the sole reason why after all it had to come to an end.

Spanning across over a year, yours and Jay's relationship wasn't always easy. Every day with your careers there was a good chance one of you would end up hurt; physically or emotionally but I guess in the end that's what made you that strong. The fact that no matter how big or small, you both could read each other like a book so you knew when something was up simply showed just that. But I guess that's where it all went wrong. When everything just continued to spiral downhill you just didn't want to drag him down with you yet to do that you had to ignore him. Phone call after text lit up across your phone screen but your finger still tapped away at the lonely button turning it once again black. You knew he was worried and you knew he had realised something was up but you just couldn't bear to hear that slight crack in his throat that always appears after he hears something he didn't want to, without failure. You had to do what you had to do in that very moment; even if it was certain to leave your heart fractured for a long period of time. Some would just say Alex was someone to just get over Jay, a way of releasing that built up stress that would've been gone within a split second of being in Jay's arms. And he was just that but in some ways also more...

It was around two weeks into your new start when everything changed. You hadn't left your new apartment- one that in actual fact felt nothing like 'home', you'd lie in bed most nights letting your tears soak into the pillows and you'd lost pretty much all of your appetite. Nothing was the same anymore. Daily, all you could think about was that particular moment playing on and on like a broken record, the exact moment when you walked out of the 21st district and breathed in the cold Chicago breeze for one final time tearing down everything you'd built over the past couple of years. Looking back at it you could've handled things differently; prevented all of this... but you let your temper get in the way of your career guidelines and now you sit in an entirely different state and an entirely different state of mind. Even with the constant thoughts of him circling your mind and the constant bickers and laughs in your head that originally annoyed you but now are all you had left of the district you wanted to make an effort. Everyone kept badgering you over and over again when you first joined your new unit to include yourself more. Go out for drinks with the crew and stop moping around. They didn't know the reason why and you had absolutely no intent on telling them however you couldn't exactly keep it up for too long. Soon after, enough became enough and a so-called 'annual' work party occurred inviting not only first responders but the 'friend of friends' type of people from all across town. Sure enough one drink soon led to another and consequently resulted in you tangled in the sheets with a man who wasn't Jay...

Waking up the following morning you instantly rolled over to see the face of someone beside you that wasn't that man you once perceived as 'husband material'. You couldn't deny that slight feeling of emptiness knowing this just didn't feel right, didn't piece together. But maybe you just had to make it. You couldn't bring back the past so why shouldn't you just try to move on.

So you did...

As hard as it was, a mere three months later you still found yourself turning underneath the sheets to be greeted with the warmth of his body. It was almost as if as time passed he continually filled that fraction of your heart that was torn from you the second you walked away. He made you happier on days where I'd usually struggle to even process getting through- well he did. That was up until around two weeks ago when words became slurred and that happiest was broken before you could even finalise your sentence following the few words that had turned your world upside down only a couple of days before.

It seemed nothing could go your way in any circumstance. Something always had to send a collision course to send it off track before happiness could even be seen as a final destination. Now before you could even blink your eye everything was crumbling right before you, settling to nothing. Just nothing...

Once again you felt yourself become more sleep-deprived as the calendar rolled on and the sickness became unbearable to the point where work wasn't even a viable option. You always hated to miss a day's work. It wasn't hard to notice that but it just shows how little everyone here really cared about you. The lone fact that nobody after your two-week hiatus even thought to call or stop by symbolises that... These people weren't built on the stable force of family values. Now you were needed. You were simply lounging on the couch when you received a call that sent shockwaves pulsing throughout the entirety of your body. A unit in Chicago needs desperate help with a case and we're on our way to provide that. Chicago alone scared the life out of you. You wondered if it's even the same as when you left it; but as more seconds passed and the brash tone continued to whisper down the phone your heart sank as he elaborated on the unit we'd be working alongside. Intelligence...

Kim: WHAT (click link to see full text messages)

In all possible senses of the word, the journey here was indescribable. The flight was okay in a way, it all just went in an opposite direction the very moment you stepped one foot back onto Chicago soil. It seemed everything was just moving in slow-motion; endless amounts of halts at intersections, far too many cars on the road at once and that ongoing sickness that still lingered in the pit of your stomach. Now rubbing your sleeve across the steam covered windows you felt yourself heave a sigh of relief seeing that one building that way all too familiar knowing you'd finally be able to leave this sweat masked taxi. Even if it, in turn, scared you half to death.

Texting Kim letting her know you were finally here, you soon found yourself perched on the bench around the side of the building seeing the onslaught of cars that rolled up and more members of your crew roll into the district. You'd never been so thankful for a seat in your life... You could just take the weight off your shoulders for a couple of minutes, not in plain view of everyone entering and exiting the unit which is what you needed. After all, you didn't exactly want to be in the faces of all these people you once considered family... who once considered you to be family. Minutes that felt more like hours soon passed and a slight creak of wooden panels signalled someone was perched next to you, forcing you to lift your head from out of your hands. "God I actually can't believe you're here! Look at you y/n with that pregnancy glow!" Kim's voice rang out, leaving you now unable to bask in your own silence as answers would very soon have to be revealed. "How are you!?"

"Ugh I wish I felt like that. I just feel like crap right now. I guess just travelling on top of the usual sickness is just piling up. Pretty sure I could also easily get the flu from sitting out here. I forgot how cold Chicago gets around this time but to be completely honest I'm not ready to go in yet." You muttered, not fully knowing what to say to her. I mean she was one of your closest friends and she was still acting like that but you just couldn't fully accept that she doesn't have that small bit of resentment towards your unannounced departure.

"No don't worry y/n. Hank's the only one upstairs. He's got the rest of the unit out questioning witnessing whilst he talks through the case with your crew. Trudy's also filing things out back so you could easily get past her. Now come on. I'm not letting you freeze out here."

"Fine Kim. But I swear to god if you're messing with me here." You stated, rising to your feet to follow closely behind Kim into the warmth of the district which was once home.

Buzzing yourselves through the gate and continuing to wander up the steps as quickly as this extra weight could carry you, you couldn't quite subside the lump that had formed instantly in the back of your throat. Especially so when you let your eyes wander the room as you reached the top step. It was the same- your desk completely bare all besides the member of my unit that was ever-so-slightly perched against it, watching intently as my former barked his orders for this case. Your eyes stayed rested on him and it all brought you back. The countless days you stood in that position right before him, your sergeant...

It wasn't long before you saw his eyes twitch scanning the faces crowding the room one by one until they finished on you, a long breath escaping his lips he didn't let his focus shift any further. "Y/n..."

"Wait you two know each other already?" You heard Scott, your current partner question, clearly sensing the awkward tension that stiffened the entire atmosphere.

"This was my last unit." You answered quickly, allowing for a slight smile to lace upon your features as a flurry of memories flooded your brain. "Hank, can we talk please?"

You had to admit to the fact you were worried. He may not be your sergeant anymore but he was still a man you looked up to for years as a father figure and god you weren't sure how he'd react to your news. That all became increasingly worse and your stomach twisted in knots seeing that faint nod towards the door of his office... "Hank erm- I guess there's a lot to say." You mumbled under your shortness of breath, slumping heavily into the couch across from his desk.

"You can start with why you didn't return any of my calls. Y/n I put in good word for you and watched you say goodbye but you promised you'd stay in touch. What happened." Hank spoke, his voice growing more and more gruff by the second, something that put you on edge. It was now or never for you... You just had to tell him.

Shifting in the seat, you subconsciously wrapped your arms around the centre of your stomach, the fabric of your oversized coat shielding away the biggest secret that'd soon be revealed. "Hank I wanted to but I just couldn't... You told me to leave everything behind but I found out after a while that it followed me; Chicago. Whenever I thought about it, it broke me and only one person knows and I just don't know what to do- I can't even overpower it with work anymore and-"

"Woah kid. Slow down because you're not making any sense."

He was right in turn. You just had to do it, rip the band-aid right off then and there. As he once told you before you left. No regrets...

"Hank I can't work on the field... I'm pregnant."

That was it. Done. Already you could see the mental processes his mind was running through, clearly in a state of confusion trying to put dates together. "4 months Hank." You answered his mental question.

For the first time in this past 5 minutes, you once again brought your eyes to meet his, seeing his jaw clench out of the corners of them. "Halstead know?" He murmured calmly, the complete contrast to the shaking mess you currently were.

A stream of tears soon threatened to spill down your cheeks as you pressed a palm to your forehead. They weren't easy to control and soon after the waterworks were switched on full force as you shook your head. It wasn't down to debate, there was a good chance he'd react just like Alex did. After all, you did leave with no warning... no goodbye.

As your sobs began to draw to a close, a familiar sensation soon took over you forcing you to immediately excuse yourself from Voight's office and make a mad dash for the bathroom. Except it wasn't close enough. Running into the locker room you lunged for the nearest trash can, emptying the contents of your stomach into it, your eyes watering even more than previously. The heat of the room soon became too much as you felt yourself slip the heavily fabricated coat off your shoulder, resting it on the bench before returning to your last position. Hunched over the black bucket, your coughs echoing around the walls.

"Y/n..." You heard your name whispered just as it was a mere twenty minutes ago. This time the voice was less brash, instead was a soft tone, and underlying pain making it hard for you to breath. You knew this voice- better than anything else. The very voice that soothed and comforted you to sleep every time you returned home and all you felt like doing was crying.

"Jay." You breathed tiredly, lifting your head away from the can and towards the entrance to the room. Rubbing the back of your hand across your lips you couldn't release your gaze from him. He still looked exactly how you left him. Maybe his beard was slightly scruffier but those baby blues that always had a way of captivating you were still ever-present.

"I- I wasn't expecting to see you here." He spoke with evident falters affecting his clarity as he lowered his eye-line to scan the rest of your body.

"My unit." You choked out before without any delay you lowered your head to catch sight of the now distinguishable bump that protruded against your work sweater. It was now out there; he knew. And it was evident, his eyes single-handedly fixated on your torso, he was taken over by pure shock.

"Erm; congratulations I guess. Alex must be a happy guy..."

It broke you completely, shattered you to the core seeing the dullness that took over his eyes. He tried to conceal it but two years of partnership and a year of a relationship meant it was easy to see right through him. "Happy without me... We're not together. We never really were."

"I saw you two on Instagram. He seemed alright. I mean obviously I had to contact him and make sure but what, he just left you? He's gonna be there for you and his child isn't he?" He questioned, a sudden rush of anger surprising you.

"You checked on him? I mean he was alright but we were never serious. I guess that's what made it easy for him to leave."

"Of course I did. I still cared about you y/n. I always will. If I would've known he'd turn out to be a douche and leave you without providing for his child then I would've done something. I just can't believe you're being so calm about this. His voice rose to a high volume signalling his recent build-up of frustration.

"It's not his that's why." You blurted before you were even aware of the words that rolled off your tongue and subsequently instantly regretted them. You quickly closed your eyes before reopening them hoping it'd all be one big and bad dream but still he stood there, eyebrows furrowed in a state of pure confusion. As if it was instinct, you rested your arm across the top of your stomach seeing him try to seek an answer from the information you already provided. "Jay... this baby's yours. I didn't know at first but now I do. Honestly, I'm fine if it's too much and if you want to just forget this and just walk away but this is the truth and I now realised you deserve to know it. I should probably just go." This whole situation was just beyond stressful- to the point where now you stood beyond your breaking point. Snatching your coat off the bench you scurried towards the door, feeling goosebumps rise off your skin as your shoulder brushed past his, however, a tight grasp on your upper arm drew you to stop dead in your tracks.

Before you could even think about arguing, you were stunned and left speechless as you were spun around, his eyes cloudy and diluted when they looked down on you. "So you're just going to leave again... Before I can even say anything?" He stumbled over his words, each of them causing another warm tear to cascade down your face. "We can make this work. I'm not running away."

An onslaught of different emotions came running back to you all at once and they instantly formed that lump once again in your throat. "I- I shouldn't have left. We- we had that argument a week before and I didn't know what we were anymore. When I was told I had to leave I just thought it'd be easier not to see you. I knew I wouldn't be able to leave if I spoke to you. I'm sorry Jay." You grew increasingly more vulnerable as you broke down even more.

"Hey, shh, shh." Jay wrapped his arms around you, tugging your weakened body close to his chest. "Look I have to admit I was pissed you left without telling me. I thought I meant more to you than that. But honestly, I wish I'd have done more to bring you back and ever since I'd been just hoping something would bring me back to you. I guess it's this." He spoke, his pupils dilating slightly as the famous Halstead grin appeared on his face.

Reaching up, you swiped your thumbs across the base of his eyes, wiping away the newly-formed tears. "Hey, not a day went by that I didn't think about you and when the doctors told me I was four months along I didn't really know what to think. Yes, I thought about just not telling you all together, I mean for all I know you could've been happy with someone else but I'm glad this came about. Almost like it's fate." You softly whispered, gazing back down to your growing belly. “Coming back here I truthfully just wanted to ignore you. Everything became so messed up so fast and I really didn’t know how you’d react if I did tell you. I know, I know you wouldn’t have been harsh or whatever but Jay, we never even approached the idea of kids. I didn’t even know if you wanted them...”

“I did. I do.” Jay huffed. “I always wanted to mention it but I never knew how. I already knew commitment was a difficulty for you so I never wanted to push it. I always liked the idea of having kids, especially with you but I didn’t know whether you thought the same.”

A grin was soon embedded onto your facial features as you listened to his delicate words that made your heart swell to at least twice it’s size. “I didn’t. I never wanted kids until I met you. I mean if it was completely down to me it would’ve been later on since we’ve only been together for what a year? I was scared at first I’d have to do it alone but now standing here, none of that matters because I know how great a dad you’ll make. I mean if seeing you with Owen if any indication.” You explained, placing your palm lightly on his chest- the fabric from the grey cotton v-neck top that you knew was his favourite under your fingers.

Soon enough the small gap that was left between your two bodies was diminished as Jay engulfed your petite frame into a tight hug. “You’ll make a great mom as well. Don’t ever doubt that.” He whispered in your hair before simultaneously letting his lips peck the side of your head, resulting in a slight shiver to be sent down your spine. After all, it felt exactly the same as it did a few months ago. “You aren’t doing this alone. We’ll make this work, no matter what.”

You remained motionless as a couple of minutes began to pass, just allowing your minds to rekindle what you thought you’d once lost. Just until a harsh tone bellowed out, loud enough to bounce across several rooms in the unit, “Halstead, we got updated info. Get your ass out here.”

“That’s our cue.” You giggled, dragging your body away from the heat of his and proceeded to saunter out of the locker-room, practically into what was set to be an interrogation in its own right. Especially since Halstead still moved directly behind you, his hand cupped against the small of your back as you reach the crowd of your unit, gathered around intelligence who were all seated at their desks. Jay soon joined that trend, leaning back in his chair with his feet lifted onto his table as you slotted yourself into the gap of people to stand next to him as expected gaining a loud roar as my old unit noticed it was in fact you.

“How nice of you two to join us. Guys, this is y/n’s new unit. Halstead, I’ll leave it to you to introduce yourself to everyone later since you did everything but that when you returned here.” Voight snarled, clearly annoyed at Jay’s lack of discipline disobeying something he was most probably ordered. “For now we’ve managed to piece together four possible suspects, we only have a location on one as of now so y/n, your units rolling out there. Y/n you’re staying here though and working with Ruzek to cut down another location. Rest of you are searching databases, phone records, everything we can get on these guys. Let’s go, I don’t want any talking, just get this done and get whoever this bastard is off the street.”

God, you wanted to speak, talk about anything. I mean there was still so much to discuss but if you’d learnt anything over the years, it was to never cross Hank Voight. Not that you’d end up at the bottom of the river but Jay certainly would. You adopted a different way though. All you needed was three words, three final words before you’d be completely satisfied with this moment and able to go back to doing what you do best. Pulling his top drawer open, you grasped the notepad he’d always kept there that held so many memories. Most of which ended in the unit bin after Voight found screwed up notes across the span of both of your tables. He never held a grudge though even through that. You were just two kids in love. Scribbling onto the page, you took one final look at the words ‘I missed you’ to let a grin upturn your lips knowing how much you truly meant it. Only one thing was missing for you now though, your heart suddenly grew so whole in the space of a single hour yet still one thing remained only a secret to you.

You reached your hand into the back pocket of your jeans, watching closely as Jay’s eyebrows rose when he tried to make out your intentions. Soon enough, in your hand lay a small photograph, to be exact, the very ultrasound that changed your life forever... now you know, for the better. You lay it directly on top of your writing prior to slamming the pad shut and placing it down in front of him, walking away to take seat in your former chair ready to gauge his reaction from across the room. It wasn’t long before his face lit up as his orbs scanned the sonogram and they rose shortly after to glimmer your direction. To say it melted your heart would even cut it- it did so much more than that once he shifted his arms, carrying the picture to sit in the corner of the photo-frame you got him for his birthday before you left. You never did find out what he put in it but it didn’t even matter- now it held your whole world and it didn’t matter what else it carried. A world you wish you’d stayed with forever in the first place, but a world you were now beyond lucky to live in...

A/N - Okay Jay as a dad... it’d be perfect. Honestly I got so carried away with this but it’s only because I absolutely loved this imagine! I hope you guys did aswell. As always I’d love if you’d let me know what you thought so I can continue to improve in my future writings! Requests are also still open for One Tree Hill, Chicago PD, and Chicago Fire so you can still send in any prompt or normal request you may have! Thank you!xo

#cpd #cpd imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #one chicago #jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead oneshot #chicago imagine #possible #linstead

190 notes · View notes

parkerpeter24 · 4 years

Text

best friends or more (part-2)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst👀, oblivious people, swearing. I think that is all...

Word count: 2454

Italics — flashback/thoughts

Sorry for being so late! I hope you guys liked the first part, I think my tags didn't work🤷🏻‍♀️. Tumblr is a disaster, even more so when you're on your phone... I hope you like this part!❤ Also, I can't divide the text under the cut because I don't have a laptop and it didn't work on chrome. I try to not extend it too much!

Series Masterlist | Prologue | Part 1

“What the fuck are you doing on the ceiling?!”

Peter jumped down to the floor, already putting his hands up to try to stop you from freaking out. You were already at the verge of screaming out loud. Your breath hitched and you couldn’t think straight.

“(Y/n), I can explain.” He said. One could wonder how he was being so calm and composed, like it was totally normal for people to walk on the ceiling of their houses.

Peter’s hands were on your shoulders in an instant, rubbing soft, soothing circles through the thin fabric of your shirt, concerned eyes making sure you calmed down before he started rambling about what had happened.

“H-how were you, what were you—?” You tried but even after all efforts, you couldn’t get yourself to utter a single coherent sentence out of your mouth. It was like your brain stopped working. Peter was on the lookout, in case you fainted.

“I know it’s crazy. Just calm down and I’ll tell you everything.” He said. You took your time, breathing and trying to relax. Finally letting go of the door handle you stood up straight, but he could still see your shaking hands, still hear your heart’s palpitations, still sense the weirdness in the air.

“You were on the ceiling.” Your voice came out shakey, but you were taking regular breaths. Peter nodded.

“I-I was.” He started. You waited for him to continue with an expectant yet incredulous look on your face. You wanted him to tell you that it was due to some crazy anti-gravity belt that he accidentally ‘created’ due to some error, or something alien he got from the storage of the apartment building, “I know it’s weird but I have a good reason. Just- let’s sit down first?” He asked hesitantly. You just nodded, still confused about everything.

You both walked over to his bunk bed, which was occasionally used by the both of you for sleepovers and Star Wars movie marathon nights, and sat beside each other “How are you now?” You asked suddenly, making Peter raise an eyebrow at you, “You had a fever.” You stated.

“Oh, that? Yeah, I’m way better now.” He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly before a wince passed his lips. You became cautious and concerned at the action.

“What is it?” You asked as you craned your neck to look at the cause of the pained voice.

“A spider bit me.”

———

You were pulled back to reality by Liz when she nudged your side. Your head perked up from your lap where your chemistry book was lying carelessly, not that you were actually reading it. You pushed your glasses up your nose. No you weren’t a nerd, not even close. Albeit the chemistry book lying in your lap, you were focused on the events from last night. Your mind replayed the way Peter’s sweet, familiar scent filled your nose when you leaned down to check on his injuries, what if you had kissed him, would he have kissed you back?

Peter’s thoughts didn't vary much than yours. All day he kept dozing off thinking about you, about how you smelled of honey, about how your soft lips would’ve felt over his.

He watched you at lunch as you sat with Betty and her friends like you usually did on Fridays just because they were your friends too and you didn’t want to upset them. He saw you turn back to look over at his table and the moment your eyes met, you mouthed a humorous ‘save me’ as you laughed silently, making him smile and look away as he blushed.

His eyes quickly shifted from you and adjusted to somewhere behind you, indicating you as well as convincing himself that he was blushing because of the girl who was behind you, hanging a banner for homecoming, and apparently the girl turned out to be Liz. You turned away from him to hide the frown on your face as you felt a pang in your chest.

You didn’t mean to feel bad. Peter, your best friend, had a crush on a girl who actually deserved him. She was way too nice, smart and beautiful as compared to you. She was the perfect match for him. Or so you thought.

Peter’s eyes fixated back on you as soon as you focused your attention on Betty, he observed your movements, the way you waved your hands in the air to illustrate things better, the way you pushed the same strand of hair —that he was much grateful of— behind your ear again and again and yet again. All things including Ned’s voice was background and the only desired thing was you.

“Earth to (y/n)?” Liz snapped a finger in front of you, waking you up again, “Were you even listening?” She chuckled as you passed her a sheepish look.

You were sitting in the gym bleachers, now in your midtown high sweatshirt, with the group as Peter did his crunches with the help of Ned.

“Sorry, I was thinking about... something.” You replied, settling yourself on the bleachers so that you were comfortable.

“Anyway…” Betty started, “We were playing F, marry, kill, for the avengers! Let’s continue.” She clapped a hand in front of her chest. Sometimes you didn’t like how excited the blonde girl could get. You rolled your eyes playfully muttering a ‘sure.’

“So what would it be for you (y/n)?” Liz asked from your side. You wanted to run away from there as all eyes fell on you but the group was sitting all around and you were in the middle. You knew the whole gym was listening to the conversation of the ‘popular’ kids.

“Um,” You gulped, “F thor, marry Captain America and kill hulk?” you offered. Peter's eyebrows furrowed, what was he thinking, of course you wouldn’t take his alter ego’s name. He was not expecting you to say you would marry Spider-man, no.

Your friends all seemed satisfied with your answer and nodded, except Liz.

“What about Spider-man?” She asked. Peter's ears perked up at that.

“What– What about him?” You asked her. You could feel Peter’s —and everyone else’s— eyes lingering over your group.

“Didn’t you see the big security cam on YouTube?!” She bragged, “He fought off four guys!”

Everyone rolled their eyes like they already knew what was happening, “Oh god, she’s crushing on Spider-man.” Some girl announced nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened dramatically, “What?” You asked.

She shrugged, trying to seem uninterested but the smile on her face gave her facade away, “Well, maybe.”

“But what if he’s like, seriously burned, or eighty?” You asked suddenly. Peter squinted his eyes on you as he tried to hold in his laughter. You looked so cute when you tried so hard to hide the fact that you actually knew Spider-man or how that one strand on hair fell on your face which you adjusted behind your ear. You were blushing slightly and Peter could just grab your face and kiss all over — Stop!

The group thundered, “Okay, first of all, he’s not eighty.” Liz laughed, making you blush in embarrassment, “And second of all, I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside.” Peter was full on staring at the black haired girl as you could see from the corner of your eyes. You felt a strong feeling tugging at your heart as it dropped to the pit of your stomach. Were you jealous of Liz? No! But again, why was Peter staring at her in the hallway?!

Before you could interject or even think of anything to say back to her you heard a voice which made the whole gym fall into silence, “Peter knows Spider-man!” Now all the eyes were on Peter as he turned to Ned with an unbelievable look. He scrambled off the ground, “No, I don’t.” He tried, waving his hands in dismissal, “I-I’ve met him, yeah, t-through the Stark Internship.”

“They’re friends.” Ned quipped. You stared at the boys with a questioning look, what was going on in their head? Peter passed you a tight lipped smile.

“Oh yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash laughed, “You know what, why don’t you invite your ‘friend’ Spider-man to Liz’s house party?”

“You’re having a party?” You whispered to Liz, only for Peter to repeat it out loud.

“Yeah, I’m having people over tonight.” She said, giving you an apologetic grin. You shook your head.

“You should totally invite your pal, Spider-man.” Flash said as the bell rang and students started emptying the gym. Peter turned to Ned with an angry look and you rushed towards the both as your group also dissipated.

“What’re you doing?!” He asked, frustrated as you slipped beside them and started walking out of the room, behind the crowd. You slipped your hand in Peter’s since no one was watching, and why not. You knew it calmed him down when you rubbed soft circles on the back of his hand.

“Okay, did you not hear her? Liz has a crush on you.” He explained and you could feel your heart drop to your feet, and Peter was about to step over it.

“On Spider-man, not him.” You butted as Peter opened his mouth to say something.

“Come on (y/n), be serious.” He chuckled. Only if he knew, you were dead serious, “You’re an avenger man! If anyone has a chance with a senior girl, it’s you! Stop pining after her and just make a move.” Ned announced before walking ahead, leaving you and Peter with your thoughts.

So he liked Liz? And he told Ned but not you?

Peter didn’t seem to notice your face drop, “We need to go to that party.” He smiled, swinging your hands as you moved to your locker.

———

“Peter, I think you need to see a doctor.” You told him as your eyebrows furrowed.

“And tell him what (y/n)? A spider bit me and I got powers, my vision is better and my senses got developed? That sounds terrible.” He shook his head. Now that he mentioned, you noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses and his shirt did look two sizes smaller for him, “Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.” He chuckled. Suddenly, heat rushed to your cheeks and you felt embarrassed under his stare. You felt intimidated by him, you felt different with him, a good different of course. He was much more confident and snarky than the Peter you knew.

“What if it’s something serious?” You tried diverting the topic, thankfully he didn’t question you anymore.

“Don't worry so much (y/n). Anyway, I don’t think our family doctor could tell what it is.” He said and you nodded along. A silence fell over the room for a few moments. Peter could hear your, now calm, heartbeat and he wanted to get close to you, incredibly close, like he’s never been before. You were in your most casual clothes and without any makeup but he still found you enchanting. He was feeling different with you than before, a good different of course.

“So can you do anything cool?” You asked, eyes shining with adoration.

He laughed, “Name it.”

———

You could sense nervous and scared vibes radiating off Peter as he sat in the passenger seat of May’s old, dingy car. You were sitting beside Ned. May was really happy that his nephew was finally being social and normal like other teenagers and not being stuck with a billionaire in his office and arranging paperwork for him. She was already very proud of Peter, everyone was, and the internship has got him in his head all the time, so busy that he had no time to spend with friends or her.

May pulled up in front of Liz’s house and bent down a little to get a look at the venue. She nodded her head in approval before looking back to you and Ned and complimenting him on his hat. You giggled, trying to ignore the way Peter looked uncomfortable.

“This is a mistake.” He said, looking out the window, at the number of people rushing into the house, “Hey, let’s just go home.” He looked between you and May with pleading eyes.

“Come on Pete, we’re here already, you can do this!” You encouraged. May nodded before starting about how his body was going through changes. You could barely hold your laughter in as Peter chuckled, “Okay, I think we should go.” He said, opening the door and getting out immediately.

You lagged behind as both the boys moved in through the door only to be met with teenagers dancing and mingling with each other over the loud music. Flash was the DJ tonight, you rolled your eyes at him. You watched Peter with worried eyes as you moved next to him, slipping your hand in his and squeezing it gently. The gesture was so simple yet it calmed his nerves down and he gave you a grateful smile before Ned started explaining his plan about how Spider-man would enter the party.

You were again drowning in your thoughts, focusing on rubbing soft circles on the back of Peter’s hand when a high pitched voice brought you back to reality, “Oh my gosh, hey guys! Cool hat Ned!” Liz complimented, “(Y/n), you look so stunning!”

You passed her a genuine smile, after all the girl was really, very sweet, “You look very beautiful yourself Liz!” You complimented back.

“Hi Liz.” Ned greeted and Peter followed with a squeaky voice. Poor boy, didn’t know how to converse with a girl, well except you. That or he didn’t think of you as a girl.

“So glad you guys are here.” She said, being the great host she is. Her gaze went down to your and Peter’s still interwoven fingers, “Hey, are you guys finally together? Can’t believe I won the bet-” She stopped herself before she could speak any further and pointed towards your hands.

Both of you looked down at your hands. Peter was the first one to immediately retract his hand from yours. You felt unwanted as he frantically started explaining to Liz that ‘It’s not what it looks like!’

“We’re just friends, nothing more.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the slightest rocking back and forth visible in his body. Your chest tightened, a mere few words and actions making your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

You wish you could be something more with Peter, but it was no use when he saw you as ‘just friends.’

Taglist:

@lauras-collection @afictionaladventure16 @rcmxnoff @euphoria-parker @drunklili @farfromhaz @fanficparker @the-crazy-fanfictionist @spideyyeet @spideygirl2003 @quackeroos @smilexcaptainx @negando-lo-negativo @cherryredparker @fatnb @itsbuckyb1tch @allegra-soleil @dear-selena @notasofti @corneliastarks @starktonyx @starlight-starks @lovabletomholland @rubberducky-jrr @audreylovesashton706 @ironholland19 @kitkatd7 @hollanddolanfangirl @tommysparker @tom-holland-is-spiderman @cucumberfingers @domisatop @terrifictomholland @mirukobecomingbothered @wherewecomealive @hoe-forharry @hollandstea

@tom-holland-is-spiderman @anjali750

Sorry if the tags didn't work 😅 tell me if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist.❤

I'll be waiting for y'all's response...

Liked it? Let's talk about it!

170 notes · View notes